The HAS Group Invades Equestria

A gentle breeze blew through the forest, the leaves of trees rustling with a light wave as birds soared through the air on the updrafts of the warm summers day.

All was peaceful in the forest with nary a soul around for miles, however that changed when in a small clearing a green light grew. Amongst a flower bed of daisies and lilies a whirlwind of green paper-money appeared. Bills flew everywhere before they took the form of a dapper John Hood holding a cream-coloured mare in his arms.

Roseluck looked around her new surroundings in surprise, the flower-seller taking in the unbridled nature they were within. She stared up at her hero as he gently laid her down on the soft cushion of flowers, Roseluck’s mane and tail spreading out as she melted into the comfortable ground.

She knew what was coming and her body was ready.

John Hood radiated power of a monetary nature as he knelt down over her and unbuttoned his shirt while managing to keep his bow-tie on.

Roseluck gasped as wads of cash rained down upon her in a money rain, bills fluttering in the air as coins plinked into the grass.

Dollars, pounds, euros, shekels, yen and every other currency in existence spilled from John Hood and it wasn’t long before Roseluck found herself under a thin blanket of paper money that was materially worthless but had the power to topple entire countries.

That was true power.

The flow of dosh slowed to a trickle before stopping completely, the sight of Hood’s chest driving Roseluck’s heart to beat frantically.

Solid muscle dominated Hood’s chest, a star of david tattooed over a globe depicting planet Earth with dollar signs orbiting it. Roseluck’s hind legs twitched as she fidgeted, more than ready to receive Hood’s coin-roll.

Hood however was a gentleman, and gentlemen take their time with the ladies.

The mare squirmed with a happy smile on her face as a trail of kisses were planted on her neck. She cooed as an ear was pinched between two fingers as the kisses got lower and lower until they stopped at her navel. The head was lifted from her stomach and she gave Hood a mock glare at his refusal to go lower thus prolonging her torment.

There was no real need for much foreplay however, the very sight of Hood drove her crazy and she was going to have her way. In a display of physics bending that would make a certain pink annoyance envious Roseluck flipped up onto her hooves before Hood could react, the mare going for the zipper of his pants with her teeth.

Roseluck tugged frantically in desperation to access the man-mint, Hood staring down at her with that same immobile face that oozed superiority.

There was no need for words with John Hood. Action is worth more than words.

And Roseluck was begging for some of that tax-deductible action.

Hood was a cynical bastard but he was capable of showing mercy to his waifu, one hand moving Roseluck’s head aside while the other unzipped his pants.

Roseluck’s eyes widened as John Hood’s member was revealed, as large as the jewish hold on american media. Her eyes sparkled with lust as she moved her head forward, Hood doing nothing to stop her as a dainty red tongue flicked out to taste his Rod of Gold Gathering Plus Ten™.

The mare mmmed her approval of the taste, a mix between the rare Nigerian naira and the stalwart British pound. With an elegant plop she greedily suckled on the tip, savouring it before she started to bob her head. She sucked and licked as she moved her head back and forth, coating John Hood’s Johnson in her saliva.

With a plop she lifted her mouth from it with regret, having wished to remain like that for the rest of her days. The next stage however would more than make up for it, Roseluck laying back down as she spread her legs to the side and flicked her tail invitingly.Her forelegs tucked up against her chest and she affixed Hood with wide doe-eyes, whimpering as she begged for him to take what was rightfully his and not that retarded Doctor who steals waifus while managing to be the largest wanker in the known universe.

Hood obliged happily, however his stony face did not shove it. Roseluck didn’t mind however as the human lined his gleaming erection up with her winking flower. She knew that he was the one, even if he didn’t externally show affection.

She was currently pining for internal affection however.

Roseluck was obliged as Hood gently glided in with the use of copious natural lubricant and Roseluck bucking her hips to force him in deeper.

The mare trembled and moaned as Hood hilted inside of her, Roseluck biting one of her hooves in an attempt to stifle the sounds. John hood moved back and forth starting slowly but increasing his pace as Roseluck rocked back and forth on the flowers.

A wet slicking sound had  broken the silence as well as the muffled grunts and pants from the mare recieveing the rutting of her life. Roseluck’s face was red with blush, her eyes fluttering with every movement in her loins.

Her walls clenched around Hood and she screamed through her hoof-gag as she climaxed, John Hood not slowing as his member was drenched in Roseluck’s fluids. A thin sheen of sweat was visible on Hood yet the Human nether paused or slowed in his attentions to his waifu.

Rose came down from her orgasum and latched her hind legs around Hood’s waist as she draped her fore legs over his shoulders. Lifting herself up into a sitting position she pushed Hood back onto his behind.

She squirmed on his lap as she got comfortable before she began to bounce up and down, her money-maker jiggling slightly (dat plot). She went hard and fast, wet slaps sounding as she drew closer to another climax. John Hood was close as well, having endured long past the time that the filthy Time Turner would have gone.

Roseluck knew that Hood was close, she could feel him twitch inside of her. Moving her mouth to his she gave him a passionate kiss before breaking it to lick his left ear.

“Go on Hood,” she panted into his ear. “Give me beautiful mutant love-children.”

Hood needed no further encouragement. That had been his plan all along.

With the slightest of grunts he gave one final slam that caused Roseluck to nearly pass out from the pleasure before warm Hood-seed flooded into Roseluck’s womb which gulped the fluid in greedily. Roseluck tightened her legs around him as she once again came, her tongue lolling out and her tail swishing like mad.

The flow of Satyr- producing semen halted after four large bursts, more than enough to ensure a ready supply of children for the two happy lovers.

Roseluck nuzzled into Hood’s chest, content to stay there with him inside of her for hours.

ClassyGeneral leapt up off his chair as John Hood and his assigned pony walked in, Roseluck staring around the japanese-decorated command bridge with awe.

“Hood you Gajin!” ClassyGeneral raged as he stared at the mare next to the suited man. “Why have you disgraced my bridge with Equestrian hooves!”

Roseluck squeezed up against Hood’s legs in fear as the large samurai snorted and glared.

“We’re having babies,” she quietly mumbled, ClassyGeneral placing two armoured hands against his black faceplate.

“Bakayarou,” he muttered as John Hood’s eyes narrowed, the man able to understand all languages that used a currency system and/or had jews ruling them.

So in other words every language.

ClassyGeneral’s grey moustache twitched, alerting him to Hood staring at his very soul. Classy did not open his eyes, knowing that if her looked Hood would forever own his soul to spend on whatever he wished.

“I will not fall to you Oni!” The General declared as he kept his eyes covered while drawing his primary katana. “Out with you and your waifu, I wish to not see you in my bridge again or I will remove your head!” John Hood looked to Roseluck and shrugged, they were planning to spend most of their time in Hood’s lavish quarters anyway.

As soon as the doors shut ClassyGeneral opened his eyes and sighed. Good soldiers were hard to find these days. Hopefully Caledus would not be as insane as the previous fighters.

Walking back to his chair the twenty geishas attending him began to prepare sacred tea to calm his nerves. ClassyGeneral thought of his soothing beverage and already felt better until a memory graced his warrior mind.

Japanese tea ceremonies took hours, meaning it would be a while until he actually got to drink it.

“Aishi-au” he muttered as he reached for his bottle of sake instead.