The HAS Group Invades Equestria

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It was a calm day at Sweet Apple Acres, a warm breeze flowing through the tree-tops accompanying the chirping of birds.

A loud thwack shattered the silence, the thundering of apples falling into perfectly placed buckets followed by a second thud.

Big Mac paused to wipe his brow, the stallion nodding his head as he stared at the wooden buckets full of fresh produce. Applejack was off saving the world from an evil cotton-candy demon and Applebloom was busy wasting time with her two friends, leaving Mac and Granny  the only two left on the farm.

Mac didn’t mind, he prefered the quiet and he had grown used to Applejack not being around. Granted, his workload had doubled but he was able to handle it fine. Lowering his head, Mac began to push one of the full buckets across the grass towards the barn. The barn, a traditional red, was already packed with carts loaded with apples. Grunting with effort, Mac pushed the bucket all the way to the back of the barn, a free spot in the darkest corner.

Just as he nudged the bucket into place, the barn doors slammed shut with a bang. Mac jolted in fright and turned around, but upon seeing nothing he shook his head. Darn wind was always causing the doors to close, however Mac swore that he had propped them open…

A faint chime echoed around the large barn, Mac’s head shooting up as he heard the tell-tale sound of unicorn magic. He glanced around, the shadows and gloom obscuring his vison and preventing him from finding the source.

“Hello?” Mac called out. “Is there anybody there? If you want to buy some apples I have some outside-”

A rake falling to the ground on his right caused Mac to whirl around, the large stallion peering into the darkness as he spotted a shadowy form.

“You can come out,” he said softly. “I ain’t going to hurt you, whoever you are.”

The figure walked out of the shadows, Mac’s eyes widening as he looked upon a white alicorn with a large smile.

“Princess Celestia?” Mac questioned, confused at the ruler’s behaviour and creepy grin. Despite the circumstances his parents had brought him up proper, the stallion bowing his head in respect.

Another chime of magic was the last thing he heard, before something clonked him in the back of the head and he found himself falling to the floor while his vision darkened.

Mac burst into wakefulness, his head throbbing with a dull ache. He tried to get to his hooves but he found his legs tied. Desperately he looked around, seeing that he was bound with rope over two wooden sawhorses. His forelegs tied to the front one and his hind legs were tied to the back, each leg trailing down the wooden legs with only his hind legs touching the dirt floor. He tried to call for help but it came out muffled, a full apple having been shoved in his mouth as a gag.

He started to struggle, rocking side to side in an attempt to unbalance the objects he was tied to. He was just starting to make progress before a sharp crack rang out, Mac’s eyes bulging as a stinging pain burnt on his left rump-cheek. He was unable to turn his head to look, but his tormenter revealed herself with a light giggle.

Mac’s mind was upheaved again as Celestia, Princess of Equestria, stepped around to stare him in the eyes. The Princess was brandishing a whip in her magic, Mac so puzzled at the situation that he just stared back. He felt that there was something… off about the Princess. Her hair was a light purple instead of multi-hued, her eyes were also of the same colour. Mac hadn’t met the Princess, but AJ had told him about her and the description didn’t match up.

“You’ve been a very naughty stallion,” the Celestia look-alike uttered suddenly. Mac  shuddered, her voice was devoid of kindness and in it’s place was only lust. That same, haunting grin remained in place as the whip was brought down again onto the same spot as before. Mac teared up and screamed again, only the apple in his mouth preventing the entire town of knowing his pain.

“Whgt dpf you wagth?” Mac questioned through his gag as he fought the pain.

“What do I want?” the alicorn asked back cheerily as she absentmindedly twirled her whip. “Well, what I want is to molest you, so there’s that.” Mac did a double-take and gulped in shock. Did he just hear what he thought he heard?

“... Whgt?”

“Oh this is going to be fun,” the alicorn giggled as she dropped the whip to levitate a black suitcase over towards her from the darkness of the barn. Mac sighed in relief when the whip was forgotten, relief that was short lived. The alicorn popped the clasps on the case and Mac was met with a plethora of objects revolving around the carnal nature, numerous dildos and strap-ons amongst them. To say he was a little apprehensive was like saying Applejack was only a little interested about apples and apple-related products.

“How should we start? I’m Happy by the way.” The alicorn, evidently named ‘Happy’, began to browse her items with a hoof. “Now, start off slow or just go for full-on, succulent butt-sex? So many choices and so little time.” Mac renewed his struggling, unlike his cousin in Appleoosa, he did not desire a hoe-down in his barnyard.

“Nom!” was all he managed to get out, his gag preventing him from telling the strange pony no. It didn’t look like she was that sympathetic, Happy’s grin growing wider.

“Nom you say?” she replied while ignoring Mac’s head shake. “You want me to nom on something first? I can work with that, of course I’ll expect you to return the favor.”

Mac was confused, what did she mean by that? He received his answer shortly, a muffled gasp escaping his mouth as the pony ducked underneath him and a wet tongue lapped at his sheath and sack.

His face flushed red as the licking continued, his hind legs twitching as he grew in the torturer’s mouth. Her lips had wrapped around and was in the process of suckling his meat plow, a joyful murmuring emanating from the mare as she enthusiastically gobbled his pole.

The task continued for a minute, Happy managing to fit his entire girth into her mouth with the tip just touching the back of her throat. Mac had always been embarrassed about his tiny penis, contrary to the popular opinion that he was not just big in body-size. He still couldn’t live down the first time that AJ had laughed at his small dick, it hurt even more coming from his own sister. Happy didn’t seem to mind the small size, the mare beginning to skillfully work her throat like a vacuum.

Yep, Happy is certainly a grade-A cocksucker.

Big Mac tensed as he felt an overwhelming feeling shoot through him, his muscles tightening as a tingling built up in his testicals. Happy must have sensed the impending splooge harvest, her tongue frantically licking the tip of Mac’s yogurt gun.

Mac grunted into his gag as his seed gushed out in a torrent of white, Happy gulping it all down without spilling a single drop. Her tongue continued to work after he had finished, cleaning up all the reminder and ensuring that nothing was remaining. With a plop the mare let his shrinking girth fall out of her mouth, Mac shivering as the cool air touched it’s wet surface.

“Now you have to do the same for me,” Happy sang while licking her lips. “Close your eyes, Maccy Mac!” Big Mac refused, shaking his head defiantly. Happy sighed, pouting at him before she retrieved a black cloth from her case with her magic. “Okay then, this is going to be more fun anyway!”

Mac tried to struggle but it was futile, the cloth going over his eyes to cut off his vison. He was left unable to see as Happy seemed to go through her case, the noise of objects being sorted through his only means of guessing what was going on.

“Oh, this one will do nicely.”

Mac didn’t know why, but there was something in Happy’s tone that sent chills down his spine. He heard the clinking of straps before hoofsteps approached him.

“Say ah.”

Mac found his gag removed, the stallion getting over his shock and opening his now free mouth to cry for help.

“Somepo-” He was cut off as a large object was thrust into his mouth, Mac gagging as the long, phallas-shaped object was shoved down his throat to hit the back. He franticly breathed through his nose as a pair of hooves pushed down on his shoulders.

“Now now,” Happy said as she wiggled forward, only stopping when Mac could feel her fur against his mouth. “No talking without my say-so, big boy.” Mac got his gagging under control  just before the smooth, plastic strapon began to move back and forward slowly. Happy’s pace increased steadily as she began to enthusiastically fuck his face like a pro. Her hooves held her upright, the tip of the black strapon almost leaving Mac’s mouth before slamming all the way in. Mac could only breath through his nose as the actions intensified, the scent of an aroused mare growing stronger as time went on.

It lasted five minutes, Happy slowing down and leaving herself pressed up against him.

“That was… was fun,” she panted out, Mac’s girth twitching again as it grew, With her crotch right near his nose he could smell that she was having a good time, Mac wondering if she had her fill of him. “Time for the final part, my favorite.”

Evidently Happy was not yet done, her strap-on sliding out of Mac;s mouth with a wet shlick. Mac tried to call for help again, but his throat was sore from the brutal face-fucking that he had been given so all that came out was a wheeze. His blindfold was removed, the cloth fluttering to the ground to reveal the sight of Happy standing on her hind legs in front of him. Mac got a full glimpse of the long, black strapon coated with his saliva before Happy dismounted, her hooves leaving his tired shoulders.

She flashed him a grin before walking around to the left, Mac unable to see where she had gone. He got his answer when a wieght settled across his back, smooth fur lying atop his as a tongue flicked his ear.

“You ready to become my little mare, Mac-attack?” Happy questioned as Mac felt a shape prod at his rear paddock. “I’m going to core you like and apple and thrust deep into your fruit-basket. You know why I chose you out of all the ponies on this planet?”

Mac gulped and shook his head, tensing up and closing his eyes in preperation for what was to come.

“Simple,” Happy continued as she moved her hips back slightly. “Apples always go well with… pork!”

As she yelled the word ‘pork’, Happy thrusted into Mac’s secluded orchard.

“Eeyup!” Mac grunted out as half of the dildo wedged inside him on the first thrust. Happy whinnied in enjoyment before making a series of short, sharp thrusts that wedged the toy further and further into his harvest moon. Mac’s mind flashed white as more and more  strapon invaded him, until he felt Happy’s hips against his.

“Eeyup indeed,” Happy cooed as she relished the feeling of hilting inside the stallion, her juices dripping around the toy to land upon Mac’s rump. Mac grunted and groaned as she began to slowly move in and out, his anus continuing to clench around the intruder.

Mac received the plowing of his life, Happy merrily plundering his virgin butthole to her heart’s content. She was having a far better time than he was, the stimulation pushing her to the edge. She paused right before she was about to explode, her magic fumbling with the strap on’s clasps. She released them all, the toy remaining hilted inside Ma as she dismounted. Mac panted, too overwhelmed by pain and embarrassing pleasure to comment.

“Time to finish it,” Happy huffed out, maneuvering so that she was under the trapped stallion.  Lining up her back-end with Mac’s baby-baster, she licked the underside of his neck. “I want all of your applesauce, spread it in me like i’m your sister, you filthy inbred hick!” Despite his burning rear, Mac jolted at the failed attempt at dirty talk. He was just about to protest the implication that he fornicated with AJ but he could onyl gasp as Happy buried him inside of her.

The warmth and tightness was almost worth the face-fuck and the anal-devastation.

Almost.

Happy let out a satisfied moan and began to bounce her rump against his groin, her foal-hole squeezing Mac’s Whopper with regularity. Mac’s tongue lolled out as he approached his end, Happy also nearing the finish.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!” the mare cursed, before her head bumbed against Mac’s chest. “I’m not Smiles!” she screamed out as her mare-jizz coated Mac’s shaft.

“Buy some Apples!” Mac joined in, pumping spurt after spurt of gooey applesauce sauce into Happy’s womb. The two stayed connected as Mac finished, Happy pulling away and standing in front of him as Mac panted.

“Sorry Mac,” Happy apologised. Mac looked up, the mare levitating a shovel above her head as white fluid dripped from her behind. “But I just have to do this.”

Mac closed his eyes as the shovel was brought down once, twice, thrice upon his head, the third blow knocking him unconscious again.

ClassyGeneral reajusted his armour as he exited the bathroom into one of the many grey corridors of the ship, having just dropped a massive bomb that could have wiped out a city.

“Sun tzu's second rule of the art of war,” he muttered as he did up a final clasp. “Never eat gajin baked beans for breakfast.” He wiped his bloodshot eyes, the General keen for bed and the embrace of his attendants. He was just about done with all of these ponies, Kabar having gone around bragging and showing off Faust to all the crew. There were murmers of many of the yet-to-be-deployed members wishing to bring back their targets, Classygeneral sighing as he reached the door of his personal quarters.

He vowed to have no more onboard, at this rate they’d have enough to start a pony-brothel. In space.

“Hi Classy!” Classygeneral froze as he heard Happy’s voice behind him. The pony had been  a scourge upon the entire HAS organisation since she had joined their ranks. Knowing he’d regret it, Classy turned around and prepared for annoyance.

He was met with the sight of Happy smiling merrily, a bound, red stallion attached to a leash behind her. Classy noticed that the large pony was completly out of it, no reaction as his head was bounced against the metal floor.

“I picked up a souvenir from the planet,” the mare informed with a grin, “Is that going to be a problem?” Classy noticed that the stallion seemed to have something inserted into his anus, a large black dildo attached to a black harness.

Classy didn’t reply, the General slowly opening his door and ducking inside, slamming it shut  in Happy’s face.

“I’ll take that as a ‘it’s okay with me’! Happy shouted out through the door before hoofsteps signalled her departure, joyful humming accompanied by the sound of a dragging body leaving in the oppisite direction.

Classy glanced towards his collection of fifty-nine katanas mounted on his wall. With one, he could end the lives of all the scum on the ship.

Well, aside from John Hood of course, Classy wasn’t that suicidal.

“I need more to drink.” Classy murmered as he pressed his back against the door, dreading what the next day would bring.