The door-chime jingles as the door to Sugarcube Corner swings shut behind you. The spring breeze feels cold as it blows against your flushed cheeks. Being rejected always carries some amount of embarrassment, but this time it weighed particularly heavy on your ever diminishing pride.
Of all the ponies you've met, you would have thought that Pinkie Pie would be open-minded about dating outside of her species. You can't blame her. What motivation did she have to date you? She had plenty of things going for her - not least of which her being of a Bearer of an Element - and you were the lanky creature that only recently stopped receiving gawking from passersby.
It hurts. The pain sits in the pit of your stomach, but slowly creeps up your spine and into your throat. It's more than the shame of rejection; it was loneliness.
Spending the rest of your life alone was a notion that you had entertained before, typically after some form of failed romance. Before it was bitterness, but this time it feels like a realistic possibility.
You swallow hard and force the pain back down. A refreshing breath enters your lungs and exhaling clears much of the ache from your insides.
You have hobbies. You had to find new ones after being cut off from technology, but you have hobbies; you could entertain yourself. You also have a job. Working with Big Mac on the farm was a lot harder work than anything you did before, but it's fulfilling work.
Everything would be alright. Sure, there might be cold nights where you feel alone, but those are no big deal! Being single means being able to focus totally on yourself, and you could still make friends with the ponies in town. Really, it seemed like everyone, er, everypony, was warming up to you already!
You stop walking and take a look around. There are no ponies around. It's getting late, the Sun almost setting, and it appears everypony has finished their errands. It isn't until then that you notice you had been walking completely opposite of Sweet Apple Acres. You let out a heavy sigh and turn around.
Dating a pony wouldn't have been your first choice if you had options. You spent months in Ponyville before considering the idea. At least you think it's been months, you can't be sure time passes the same way here.
All you know is that it feel like forever since you've seen a woman. You were never much of a lady's man before your trip to Equestria, but you at least had porn. You wouldn't say you had an addiction, but going cold turkey has made you feel pretty pent up.
It wasn't a big deal at first. You were able to slink away and have time to yourself, no problem. It didn't take long to get bored with only your imagination to arouse you. It's frustrating that something that was once a source of relaxation has become stressful.
It certainly didn't help that everyone trotted around town naked all the time. It wasn't something that struck you at the time you arrived here, but soon you found yourself stealing sideways glances as mares would walk by.
How are you supposed to deal with that? Every day you can see what your body cries out for, sending vigor through your extremities, amassing a pressure that you'll never release.
It's inches from you in your mind, just out of reach. Tail swishing, side to side, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the wet lips between the ample haunches of a presenting mare. To be able to reach out and grasp it - the thought seizes your mind...
“Hellooo~o!”
The cry forces you to stumble back into reality. The empty street is tinted orange with the setting of the Sun. Further down the road, off near a shrubbery outside of some cottage, you can make out a shifting shape.
“Can somepony help me?”
You recognized the voice; it was fairly distinctive. You haven't really met her, but you have seen Ponyville's mailmare around town before, delivering letters and chatting with ponies.
As you approach you can make sense of her situation better. Somehow she had gotten herself stuck half-way through a bush. In between periods of futile thrashing, her hind legs dangled limply just off the ground, near a saddlebag and a pile of spilled letters.
You stifle a small laugh as you approach. You had heard that the mailmare wasn't all there, and it wasn't nice to laugh regardless, but the situation was a little funny.
You open your mouth the announce your presence, but stop.
The mailmare had kicked her hind legs, wriggling in a fruitless attempt at dislodging herself, causing her blonde tail to swish from side to side.
The first brief view of her slit sent a soothing wave of warmth that held you from calling out to her. Each subsequent movement of her tail is a teasing hypnosis. Your vision sharpens, your eyes hungry for every possible glimpse. Your member, already roused by your fantasization, begins to strain against your pants.
“Ooh,” the mailmare whines as she struggles against the brambles, “I'm going to miss the fireworks!”
That's why the streets are so empty, you realize. Everyone is gathering for a fireworks display…
Which means you are alone with this mare on display.
Your breath is heavy, but quiet. You swallow hard and look around. Surely if there were any ponies around they would have heard her calling out. You'll help her, of course - just… in a minute.
The mailmare's thrashing made enough noise to mask your movement, but you are cautious regardless. It takes a solid minute to undo your pants. Your heart pounds and a shudder travels through your body. You slowly lower the front of your boxers and expose yourself.
“Aagh,” the mare grunts, “if I could just… push…” Her hind hooves reach for the ground, but she is stuck just barely too high for her to reach.
You stifle a moan as you grip your erect member. Slowly, you move your hand from base to head, eliciting a heavy bead of precum. You quietly kneel down, allowing yourself a better look. Any guilt you had is assuaged by the rush of this moment.
Before you, the mailmare continues alternating between frantic kicking and hanging limply. You take in everything that you can lay your eyes on: the subtle movement of her legs' muscles under her grey coat, the slight jiggle of her flank and bubbly cutie mark, every inch of her marehood. You treasure every moment, and try to seed it deep into your memory.
You move your hand rhythmically up and down, building up to a quick and steady pace. It's been ages since you felt this sort of pleasure, each motion sending waves through your core. Having something to see, especially something real and right in front of you, made this so much more enjoyable.
“Nh!”
The mailmare's grunts are innocent, but your excited mind doesn't interpret them so.
“Plee~ee~ease,” the mare jiggles her rear as she calls out. Her pleading feeds into your fantasy
Here it is: What you have been wanting. A horny mare standing before you, rear high in the air, presenting herself to you. It is perfect.
You just need to reach out…
“Ah!”
The mare's yelp jolts you back to reality. You instinctively jerk your hand away from her flank as she kicks violently.
“What was that?” the mailmare cries. “A-a monster!?”
The mare stiffens her body, her muscles flexing and her tail hugging against her body. The feel of her flank echoes in your palm. You close your fist, but the feeling fades away.
“Please don't eat me, monster!” the mare pleads. “I- I probably don't taste good…”
Her voice barely registers as you slowly raise your hand to her once again. You hold your hand all but touching the mare's cutie mark. You can feel the warmth radiating from her body.
Gently you lay your hand onto the soft flank of the mare. She lets out a squeak and jumps at your touch. Still, she keeps still and quiet as she can.
You gradually squeeze her flank, testing its texture. Her fur is soft and warm, and the flesh beneath is supple yet firm. To actually feel it, your body is electrified by the sensation.
Relaxing your grip, you slide your hand down the mare's leg. You give her haunch several long strokes, moving your hand slowly from just below her croup to the end of her thigh. Each motion seems to calm the mailmare, her muscles and tail relaxing.
“Um,” the mailmare speaks up, startling you slightly, “Mister Monster?”
You halt, unsure of how to respond. You search your mind for something to say, but it is clouded by your lechery.
“Why are you touching my butt?”
Her voice is quizzical in tone - like she's genuinely curious. You aren't sure what to make of that. Is she really that slow? Or just that innocent?
“Do you know how to talk, Mister Monster?”
Either way, you opt to remain silent. You'll finish up, give her a helpful push, and be on your way in a moment.
You clear your mind of all but your fantasy and continue your business. One hand works your shaft, while the other kneads the mare's ample buttock. With your presence known, you are more liberal with your moans.
“That's okay. I can't talk that good either,” she says, apparently taking your grunts as an attempt at speech. It's so odd; her demeanor doesn't fit someone who's being molested. Was she enjoying this? You ignore her and carry on.
You move your hand to the opposite flank. It feels slightly cooler; the other flank had been warmed by your massaging. It somehow manages to feel even better than before. You give the haunch a quick push and watch as it jiggles to a rest, then grab it firmly again. Then a sound you didn't expect pulls you from your ecstasy.
From the other side of the hedge, you hear a soft giggle.
“Hehe, you must really like butts, huh, Mister Monster?”
She's so innocent… Part of you feels bad for taking advantage of her, but another part says she hasn't told you to stop. More than that, your body wants this too badly to stop.
As long as she doesn't tell you to stop… it's okay, right?
If she doesn't tell you to stop… how far can you go?
You move your hand from the mare's flank and to her tail. You gather her tail in your hand and pull it over to the side, giving yourself a clear view of the grey mare's slit. You let out a moan at the sight.
“Haha, you're weird!”
With a deep breath you move your hand from your member and to the mare's body, placing it on her rear, your thumb an inch from her marehood. All you have to do is…
“Ah!” the mare gasps as you place your thumb to her concealed clitoris. “What are you doing, Mister Monster?”
You push your thumb inside, finding her hidden clit, causing her to spasm from the intense feeling. You hold your thumb still, allowing her to get used to the stimulation before slowly rolling around it.
“Ooh, that feels funny,” the mare says happily. Her lack of arousal is strange. If she's not enjoying this, why wouldn't she tell you to stop?
Despite your confusion, your head is ablaze with lust. The heat of her sex, the soft, slippery feel of her clit. With both hands busy, your member has been left begging for attention.
Prurient flames lick your mind, burning away your self-control. You want nothing more than to plunge your length to the hilt into the flesh before you. It's right here and you can have it.
You draw yourself back suddenly. You breathe heavily, hoping to clear your mind. Subconsciously you pull your hands to your face.
Another deep breath fills your nostrils with the scent lingering on your thumb, driving you over the edge. Your desire for gratification overtakes the front of your brain, leaving you a mindless beast.
In one motion, you lurch forward, grab the mare's tail and with the other hand your cock, positioning it at the mare's entrance. You restrain yourself just enough to push your length inside her slowly. You release your member and place your hand on her croup for balance and push your hips forward.
“Nhaah!” the mare cries, “Wh-nuh, what are you doing, Mister Monster? It feels we~eird…”
Every inch ignites your shaft with pleasure. The mare's body doesn't resist as you slide deeper and deeper. As you finally fit your entire length inside her, your hips resting against the mare's soft backside, you exhale with a loud groan.
“Are you okay, Mister Monster?”
After holding yourself inside her for a moment, you pull yourself back out. Her tight walls hug your shaft, lightly resisting your motion. You retreat, leaving only your head within her, then push back in.
“I just don't know what's going on…” the mare resigns.
Your body isn't concerned with what the mare is saying. You hilt her once again, letting out another moan. This flesh is satisfying you wholly. Your body was starved and this is your feast; it's time for you to dig in.
You begin moving your hips, thrusting in and out. You make long motions, pulling yourself out almost completely before pushing all the way back in. You increase your pace until you're slamming yourself into her.
“Mister - hn - Mons - ah - ster,” the mare grunts with each thrust, “this f - nh - feels we - hnah - weird.”
Each thrust gives the mare a slight jiggle, and sends a wave across her flanks. You release your hold of her tail, letting it rest against your side. You grab hold of the mare's flanks and use your arms to pull yourself into her harder than before.
The sensation of plunging your cock into this mare is becoming too much. Her ass is so perfect, round and supple; it's like nothing you've experienced before. You feel the pressure building within you as you near climax.
“Hn - Mis - ah - Mister - nh!”
With a powerful thrust, you slam your cock into her completely once again, driving the first heavy spurt of cum deep into her cunt. You continue to thrust with each motion punctuated by another jet of fluid shot deep within her.
You begin to slow, as each load comes further apart. You hold yourself within her as your orgasm subsides.
“What's the matter, Mister Monster?”
You pant heavily as you try to catch your breath. You slowly slide yourself out of the mare, and your diminishing erection drops from her slit.
After resting for a moment, you stand and redo your pants. You suppose that you ought to help this mare now. Still, you hesitate.
“Are you still there, Mister Monster?” the mare asks. “Did you get bored of my butt?”
“Uh, no…” you say, before remembering your plan of silence.
“Mister Monster! You can talk?”
You sigh. “Yeah, I can… Here, let me help you out of this bush…”
You put your hands on the back of the mare's legs and gently push her through the shrubbery. Once she's through, you decide you ought to leave. You walk a few steps before hearing the bush rustle.
“Mister Monster, wait!”
You turn around to find the mare, now her front half sticking through the bush. Only one of her eyes is looking in your direction.
“Where are you going?” she asks, struggling to pass through the hedge.
You lumber over to her and pull her through. As she plops to the ground unceremoniously, there is a faint boom and flash from afar.
“Well, you ought to get going so you don't miss the fireworks…”
“Oh yeah!” the mare perks up. “Are you coming?”
“Uh, no. I need to get home… So, bye, I guess.” You turn and start to walk away. After just a couple steps, you hear the clopping of her hooves behind you, but they don't fade away.
You look and see that she's following you. You sigh. This can't end well.
A week later, you walk into Sugarcube Corner, your new friend following close behind. You approach the counter to place your order and are greeted by Pinkie Pie.
“Hi there!” Pinkie exclaims before seeing your companion. “Oh, and you've brought a friend!”
“Yeah, uh-”
“He's my colt friend!” your friend interrupts. “He really likes my butt!”
The resulting awkward silence lasted for all eternity.
inb4 "rape culture"
Author's Note
I hope you enjoyed this story. It took me over a week to write because depression, ho hum.
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