Violation, or Zone-tan's Trip to Equestria

Violation, or Zone-Tan’s trip to Equestria

Chapter 1: Cracking an Apple

“Where in the fresh hell am I?” I asked.

One moment I’m back inside of Zone Studios, enjoying a little get together with Lenny, listening to Dave piss and moan about his car, again, and then I blacked out.  For a moment I thought that maybe Lenny was going to do that thing I wanted.  The one where he invited over Slenderman, and we saw just how many ways I could contort before something broke.  Instead I found myself here, in this brightly colored forest.  I tried to stand up only to find that I quickly fell to all fours.

I groaned, pulled a hand to my face only to find it wasn’t a hand.  It was a hoof.  I had a fucking hoof!

“What in the actual, factual, all that is unholy fuck is this?!” I screamed.

My fore legs… Damn I miss my arms… my fore legs looked like they went from dark purple to black.  So at least the color scheme is right.  I want a smoke, a drink, fuck I’d settle for needle dick Dave to be here.  I listen for his voice, but nothing.  My announcer and soundboard tech isn’t here, and neither is poor Lenny.

“Okay, I don’t know what Brony has done this, but I am not amused!  You know what I think about clop, ponies, and the entire friendship is magic bullshit!  If you don’t call this off I will fuck with your childhood!  I’m not kidding!  I will violate every single one of your beloved ponies in ways they didn’t know existed!” I screamed.

Nothing.  Nothing answered me back, and that meant either the dickless wonder that did this wasn’t listening, or they didn’t believe me.  Fine, if they want it the hard way then they’ll get it the hardway.  A quick glance back at my ‘flank’ revealed my ‘cutie’ mark.  Zone’s logo.  Good, that means that my special talent is still intact.  Hentai, at its finest, and on top of that the ability to sniff out sweet, sweet tentacles.

If they wanted to fuck with me then I’m going to fuck with them starting with their precious ‘Mane Six’.  I looked around the forest for a moment and then smelled it.  It smelled heavenly, wonderful, amazing, and just like sex.  I knew that smell so well.  A quick trot, I’m not shitting you a trot, toward the smell a small fissure filled with a purple substance.  I neared it and sniffed the smell again.

“And what’s your name?” I asked.

I expected a gurgle, or a strangled response, like Lenny would give me, but instead a face appeared in purple goo.

“Smooze,” it said.

“Smooze, why don’t you come out and play?” I asked.

It bubbled a few times, but all that it appeared that Smooze could do was just barely reach the surface.  I kicked at the fissure and watched it break apart more.  When it did the purple substance slimed out.  It studied my shape for a moment and soon it formed itself into a similar looking pony.  Granted, it was made of slime, and it seemed to drip constantly, but it copied my body shape perfectly.

“Can you make tentacles Smooze?” I asked.

Its body began to erupt in dozens of tentacles.  They touched me and a sort of smile crossed its face.  I felt it lift me into the air, the tentacles wrapping around my legs, pulling them apart, slithering up and down several times.

“Are you going to tease me or show me what a big, strong, and capable tentacle monster you are?!” I screamed in excitement.

I was in bliss.  Damn it Lenny is good.  Lenny is very good.  Any woman who says that they’d never fuck a tentacle monster is either lying, or never experienced what it’s like to be so completely filled that it hurts.  Still, as good as Lenny was there was things that Smooze could teach him.  Keeping the body shape Smooze held me, and preceded to do things to me that would make a red district night walker blush in shame.  Every orifice was filled, to capacity and then some.  I moaned, thrashed, and enjoyed myself beyond expectation, and apparently I was so into it that I didn’t notice how Smooze changed colors.  The dark purple became a bright pink.  The slurred speech became more pronounced, and finally the body Smooze formed became more solid.  She, because obvious Smooze only had my body to copy from, hugged me tighter.

“Smooze likes you,” she said hugging me.

“I like you too Smooze, say, you want to go make some more friends?” I asked.

“Smooze wants to make friends,” Smooze said.

“You want to make them happy like you did for me?” I asked.

She nodded.  I suppose that Dave was right about something.  There is something missing inside of me.  Something that makes me, well unbalanced, a bit hateful, spiteful, and also makes me not give two shits about much else than my own desires.  I suppose he’s right because if I really cared about Smooze I might would apologize for taking advantage of her.  I may even had explained that I was going to take her into Ponyville with the express purpose of violating the innocence there and thus ruining it for the fucks that messed with me.  But I’m not that kind of girl.  I’m the kind of girl who, if scorned, will burn down your house, have Lenny piss on the ashes, and then let him violate everything you ever loved.

I’d been scorned, and it was time to handle things the only way I know how.  I held out a hoof to Smooze and looked around.  I didn’t know much about Equestria.  I didn’t follow the show, I sure didn’t pay attention to the websites the Bronies went to,  but it didn’t matter.  It didn’t because the same sense that led me to Smooze was leading out of the forest.  I followed it until we came upon a farm.  There in the distance was an orange pony, wearing a cowboy hat, with her blond hair in a ponytail.  I’m not fucking kidding about this.  The hair on that pony was in a fucking ponytail.  I shook my head.

“Smooze, sweetie, there’s our first friend,” I said.

“Smooze wants to be friends,” she said.

I watched as the tentacles appeared all over her and she walked toward the pony.  I followed her and saw her wrap them around the pony’s waist, legs, neck, and tail.  She pulled the tail up, lifted the pony into the air, and I could hear the pony screaming for help.

“Oh, there’s no help coming, so my suggestion is relax, bend over, and enjoy it,” I said.

She looked toward me with a questioning glance before the first tentacle pushed between her lips into her mouth.  She let out a muffle cry, and I watched in sadistic glee.  I would have kept watching if the sound of a sonic boom didn’t erupt around me knocking me against a tree.  I looked up to see a cyan Pegasus knocking Smooze away from the blond pony who fell to the ground crying.  She nuzzled the downed pony and looked toward Smooze who stood looking confused.  I should have explained things better to Smooze.  She walked toward the cyan Pegasus who backed up slightly.

“Stay there!” she shouted.

Deciding that Smooze couldn’t do this on her own, and besides, even if the only reason I liked her was because of how she made me feel that was more than enough reason to handle a bitch that dropped kicked my new girlfriend.  I ran up behind her, jumped on her back and felt her go to bucking hard while I was on her.

“Whoo Hoo!  Comeon little pony you’re going to have to buck harder than that to get me off!  If I was able to outlast all of the Teen Fucking Titans then I can outlast your ass!” I screamed.