He could no longer see his friend. He could only stare across at the diamond dog. He didn't know exactly what she was thinking, honestly. She was pretty hot, and strong, by diamond dog standards. Not as big as the beast behind him, for sure, but still, she looked pretty good. But he was a powerful, trained farm-pony. His sister could lay a beating on him easily, for sure. But she was an exception. There weren't many ponies as strong as her. Bar Belle, Glimmershield, Bluebell perhaps. The latter two were only maybes, and the former had to exercise near-constantly to catch up to what MacKenzie was able to do on her own.

"Y'all have got to be joking"

"Me? Joking?" The dog laughed, "I assure you, I am totally serious. Come on, it's a wager. You make me give up, I'll let you and your little friend go. Free and clear. I'm a canine of my word."

He eyed her up. This had to be a trap.

"Y'all know that Earth Ponies got superior strength, right?"

"Yes," She smiled cruelly at him, "You make such good slaves like that. I especially like how you can crack open rocks to get the diamonds with your bare hooves. Or... Well, or other things, when we're in the mood." She laughed, "Stick it in a strong mare's cunt and tickle her a bit, and it's an instant pulveriser!"

He growled, "Ah'm warning you, Ah'll..."

"You'll what?" She asked, "Come on, I told you to fight me. Fight me, before Missy breaks little loverboy again..."

He heard an a low, and aroused groan from off in the shadows, wherever the little diamond dog had taken Blitz.

"Come on, now... Clock's ticking."

The orange earth pony began to circle his foe. She didn't look that special. Aside from her strange glove, she was no different from any other diamond dog he'd seen. Lanky, with a mouth full of sharp teeth, and long, almost apelike limbs. It wasn't exactly conventionally attractive, but if his experiences with MacKenzie showed anything, it's that he wasn't exactly a conventional guy, when it came to his tastes. Most colts didn't fuck their sisters.

Well, might as well get this over with. That groan hadn't sounded good. He charged at her, trying to tackle her directly to the ground. If he could beat on her a bit, it'd end fast.

No such luck. Just before his tackle hit, a freight train struck him across the cheek and he crumpled to her feet. CELESTIA she was strong. He looked up at her... Or more accurately, from this position, at her dripping wet pussy.

Malevolent eyes looked down at him. She gave a mocking laugh, "Aww, what's the matter, horsey? You don't look so good!"

He lashed out at her from his knees, his hand shooting up wildly at her. She caught it with ease, and his hand seemed to sink to the dark abyss of her hand. A swift twist, and a loud snap. The bones in his forearm shattered, and he crumpled again.

Painful bolts of electricity shot along his damaged forearm. Tears welled in green eyes, and he felt a warm body straddle his back. He was hunched on the ground as steel-grey thighs pressed up against his thighs. He hadn't expected such force from the diamond dog, such power as she shattered his wrist. She certainly wasn't built able to do that, it shouldn't have been possible. The earth-pony magic, limited though it was, gave him far more power than any diamond dog should have at her build.

A tingle, like the feeling of being watched, ran along his scalp, as she grabbed his hair with that black hand. The light tingle quickly turned to pain as she yanked on his mane, pulling him up, arched his neck to look up at her. She was standing over his back, bent forward to look down at him.

"Aww, poor boy hurt his hand?" She teased, "Maybe I'll fix it for you, if you promise to be a good little horsey. Do you promise to be a good little horsey?"

He just groaned, and she shrugged, then her free hand slapped him across the face. Small sharp claws cut into his cheeks, she released him and he fell back to his hands and knees, wincing as he tried to support himself with a shattered wrist.

He felt hard, strong thighs begin to press in on his skull. On his hand and knees, one wrist shattered and barely willing to support his weight, his opponent standing over him, a standing reverse scissor hold pressing in on his cheek and jaw bones

His jaw popped open from the compression at the cheeks. He gasped and coughed lightly, eyes bulging and orange face turning to a pale blue. The world had gone mute, the pillars of muscle crushing in until he was deafened. Spots danced in his eyes, sparking like fireworks, and an unfamiliar and unpleasant sound slid into his ears, like wood being bent near breaking, the sound of bone preparing to implode. His vision began to fade...

And come back. He was let out of his fleshy prison, and the sound of the world around came back in a rush. His blood was allowed to flow once again, flowing back to his head, behind his eyes and making him dizzy in the yellow rush like he'd stood up to fast. No sooner did he begin to process the sounds around him, than a thick calf slid up under against his throat. The glowing darkness to his side let him know that she was pulling on her own ankle with her hand.

"Unnnnggggguuaaaaahhhhh!" Blitz gave an almost pained cry.

"Bli-NGGHH!" Applejack began to object, but the diamond dog's calf cut into his neck, cutting off his air. She twisted, and both fell to their backs.

Her leg cut into him in the figure four. He gasped for breath and clawed at her calf, but there was no give. His fingers grasped at solid rock. His eyes began to bulge from lack of air, darkness encroaching on his vision. Flecks of saliva fell from his mouth as he thrashed against her unyielding grip. His head began to heat up, warmed by the blood trapped, as he gasped weakly at the air her legs denied him. Below her neck was cooler, save for the warm wetness of her womanhood pressed to the back of his neck.

"Nnngggyyyyaaaaaahhhhnnnggggg!" The wet sounds accompanying the agonized cry were the only thing that let Applejack know that Blitz's cock was only being sucked, rather than cut off. Though by the loud pants and groans in the distance, it was clear there was very little 'Only' about the sucking his friend was being subjected to.

"G-gak!" Applejack tried again to call out, instinctively, but was silenced by the lack of air, denied by the diamond dog's legs as she cradled his head in her lap, the heat behind him taunting him with her wetness. A twist of her hips strained his neck, but the main torment came from the denied air. The pressure of deprived oxygen was getting to him, his eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out. Her hips began to roll on him, as she masturbated on his neck, the movement giving him a few grasps of prescious air, only made more torturous by how short and unsatisfying they were, drops of water on the tongue of the dehydrated, drops of water in the ocean of his slow strangulation.

His whole neck was damp with her arousal, and he could feel himself close to passing out in her lap, when she slipped away.

He gasped at the air he was finally being allowed access too, swallowing it with the unashamed eagerness of the truly starving. His chest heaved up and down, like an earthquake as he gulped at the air, the cruel diamond dog staring down at him, and laughing lowly at his plight.

"Poor little horsey~" She teased him, "Can't even keep up with a pup like me."

He wanted to reply, but his lungs had not yet had their fill, and he still gasped on the ground. She stepped back.

"Come on, Horsey. I'm not moving. You wanna protect your little boytoy? Come get me."

He rolled on his chest, then heavily onto his hands and knees. The agony of trying to support his own weight on a shattered wrist collapsed him, and his back sloped to the side as he tried to hold himself up.

Her still-normal hand grabbed onto his mane, pulling him against her wet crotch. Droplets of her arousal fell from her lips to the hay on the ground.

"You see this, horsey?" She mocked him, "Soon, this will be what you live for... The pleasures it can give you..." She laughed, grinding his nose against her open and wet hole.

He groaned against it, and the way she rolled her hips and pressed him tighter against her made it quite clear she was getting off on the sounds of his weakness. What's worse, the undeniable feminine smell and dripping wetness stirred his cock against his will, and Applejack grew aroused for her despite himself.

Her hands pushed him deeper once more, and before he could react, she had once again fallen to her back, his head buried in her crotch. But this time, the arousal of the sadistic canine was pressed in his face as her legs once again s
queezed in on his throat, and denied him air so soon after it had been restored to him.

The groan opened his mouth, and she angled his head down, his muzzled forced to her pussy. He tried to swallow air, but got only a mouthful of sopping, diamond dog pussy. Her scent filled his muzzle, and the soft taste of her juices filled his mouth. Her legs loosened around him, but he was nevertheless kept pressed in tight to her heat.

He gasped for breath, but all he got was a muzzle of dog-pussy, his attempts at sucking air sucking only more liquid arousal from her, something she seemed to have no lack of... The amount growing as the pony between her legs tried to breathe through soft, wet flesh. His hard cock rubbed on the rough hay, as her pussy became his world. The now-familiar pressure behind his eyes began again, his inability to draw air from out of her flesh cursing him to continue weak gasps, which in turn produced more cunt-juice of him to cough and splutter on as she forced him in her lap.

"Mmm, that's it, horsey~" She began to roll her hips slowly, easily, "Keep serving... Keep trying... My cunt is your life~" Her voice was husky with arousal.

He pawed at her ineffectively, then found some purchase with his good hand. He tried to pull and force himself away, but trying to push back against her was like trying to do pushups with a boulder on your back. He couldn't budge an inch, and his attempts led only to being forced deeper into her lap, her pussy encompassing his whole muzzle.

The world was once again beginning to fade to black, the dakness crept in from all sides of his vision. His jaw hung limp, held in place by her thighs around him as she continued to pleasure herself at the expense of his breath. He gasp desperately for air, but her fleshy folds allowed him no respite, only more wetness of canine arousal forced to his throat. The taste and smell of so much womanhood arousing him beyond any attempt to control himself.

He put both hands on her hips and tried with all his earth-pony might to force himself out of the lifestealing trap that was her cunt, but it was to no avail. He still was practically struggling to push all of Equestria with his hands, the sole consolation being the agony in his wrist lowering some of the arousal forced into him by his closeness to such feminine power, soaking his mouth and nose, denying him breath with her pussy's female force.

He moaned agony as he failed, and crumpled from the pain pressed through him, unable to support himself on his shattered wrist. Tears formed in his eye as the sensation drew another hip-roll of arousal out of her.

"Gyaaaahhhhhhhh... Ohhgoooooooodpleeeynnnggyaaaaaa... Ngah-ahhh-AHHHHHH!" The sounds of Blitz's torment rang in his ears, and he began to truly cry once more, helpless to help his friend, his tears falling in his tormentor's lap and adding to the wetness of her arousal.

She laughed at the stallion's weakness, his inability to fight back against the pussy that was taking his whole world... Taking his life. Buried in her cruel and powerful cunny. His tears burned with humiliation, as he choked on dogcunt... A dogcunt that was just getting wetter and wetter, both from his tears and her arousal. Her heat was overpowering him, and his cock had never been harder. Or more sensitive, dragging in the rough straw of the barn. Her hips rocked faster against him, harder.

Her juices splashed his face, pouring into his mouth. He tried to spit them out, but there was nowhere to spit except back in the canine’s pussy. Tears burned his cheeks and his lungs burned his chest. He was about to pass out, and she was bouncing on his face, hips battering him, mouth almost as full of her juices as Missy’s had been with Blitz’s cum.

“P-P-Pllllyyyaaaaaaaannngghgghhh... St-St-Stahhhhhhhgggghhhahhhaaaaghhhhhahhhhppppp”

“She’s got him! She’s got him! She’s gonna knock your fucking boytoy out!” Hips pumped faster and mouth got wetter, buried and not getting out. Increasing until it was like she was trying to jackhammer him. Flecks of saliva fell from his lips, and tears fell on her hips. Blackness encroached on what little he could see through the tear-fogged view. Through the rapidly escalating cries of pleasure, he heard one last

“Nngaaaaahhhhhhhhh Plllleeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaggggh!” Followed by a loud thump

“YesyesyesyesYEEEEES!” A final blast of juices coated AJ’s face from the diamond dog. Her hips settled, but she still didn’t allow him to move. The calm after the storm descended, and as his view went black, he saw Missy’s tan feet step into view.

Author's Note

Well, here you go, puppies. The hopefully not-too-long awaited Chapter Six of DDSR, in which sex VERY NEARLY happens to the viewpoint character. Yeesh, for a smut story, you'd think there'd be more sex going on, eh? Anyway, I want to thank DJ-Col7 for his assistance in the story, which amounted to me asking him 'cause I knew he liked the story, and seemed a smart dude. See? Commenting has its advantages. In this case, commenting has the advantage of getting $5 off if he commissions me. Which, by the way, open!

Unfortunately, if you're NOT paying me, this is likely the last you'll see of the naughty puppies for a bit. This last chapter took a lot out of me (Seriously, these 2k words took me several days, every other chapter was done in 48 hours, as you can tell by the poor editing.) I'm putting DDSR on Hiatus for a bit. I'm not stopping writing porn altogether or, indeed, femdom altogether. A commission is the closest I've had to a job in ages, so sometimes you gotta lie back and think of England. Which, by the way, why does that get associated with Vicky? Ever read her diary? Woman had a sex drive like a teenager. Well, not me. Mine's probably higher. Is having a higher sex drive than Queen Victoria something to be proud of? Certainly impressive, at least.

Anyway, point is, this isn't it for sexiness for a while, just DDSR. Got other pornographic (and less so,) projects in the work, so keep your eyes out. And, like I said, if you pay me, I'll write anything. If you wanna see my non-pony fics, check out LeFarr on FurAffinity. If you wanna talk to ME, try LeFarr on Skype.

When the naughty dogs DO come back, what will you expect? WEll, no commitments. I gotta get out of the AJ Headspace, I think, but I

Could be more Kenzie. Could be Sugar and Spice. Could be Gilda, who got an excuse to be a girl in this universe.

Then again, that might be a side story. Mmmm... Could be fun to write that.

Who knows. This might get continued sooner than I think. ;)

See you later, and Pedicabo Ego Vos Et Irrumab.