A Man and his Pony

She had that look in her eye.  You know the look.  The one where a girl begs you to come and get her with nothing but a saucy smile that reaches up into the corners of her eyes.  Yeah, that sexy hard bodied blond was looking at me with those kind of eyes.  The best damn look in the—

"Ouch!" I say before turning to see another sexy little smile.  Yep, I'm one lucky S.O.B.  I'm about to get laid.  Not just regular laid.  Nuh-uh.  A three some with twins kind of laid.

The second one leans forward and kisses me.  I don't even react and I can feel her tongue teasing my still closed lips.  I reach up and run my fingers through her hair and pull her closer; opening my mouth so that we can really enjoy the kiss.

I feel set of hands on my shoulders.  And I'm pulled back by the first twin, who I'm pretty sure is named Tania.  The one that I'm kissing pushes me back, her name is Tonya.  Or was it the other way around?  I don't care.

We fall and I hear them giggle.  I giggle with them.  One of them runs her hand over my chest.  The other inched down my tummy and—

"Oh my!" I moan as she wraps her hand around my dick.

I almost bite through my tongue when the one with the hand on my chest pinches my nipple.   I feel my face heat up.  I hope they don't think red means stop.  The heat spreads through my body.  And I start to feel tingly.

My skin feels electric as the tingling intensifies.  My teeth start to chatter.  I look over to the one who's got my dick and I see something in her face, something strange.  Her mouth is gaping open and her eyes dart around looking at everything but me.

I feel the tension around my junk leave.  At first I think that I just had an early eruption.  It happens but I look down and see that she has just removed her hand.  I look back up at her and give her my best what gives look.

A loud screech fills the air.  I jump at the sound.  Turning to the sound of the siren I see the nipple pincher roll away from me.  She falls to the floor and then back peddles on the floor looking like a kid pretending to be a crab.

Now I'm pissed.  Fucking cock teases.

Boy is it hot.

I start to get up and then I fall face first into the bed.  I can still hear one of them scream and now the other.  Something pierces me.  At first the agonizing pain shoots through my crotch.

I let out a ragged scream as the piercing pain works its way up my body.  The second stab was a little higher.  Okay so the first one wasn't my family jewels but this one his dead on.  My scream dies in my throat.  All I can do now is roll my eyes back in my head and whine, a high whistling sound that is so much worse than the screaming of the women.

The third stab hits me in my gut.  I feel like I'm going to puke.  Rolling over I do just that.  The smell of it makes me puke again.  My Egyptian cotton sheets are now stained a yellow green.  I don't care.  My muscles feel hot and stained.  I feel like I've just been through the toughest work out in my life.

The fourth stab drills me right in the chest.  My heart speeds up and all I can hear now is the rapid prestissimo of it.  My jaw clinches and I start to suck on my tongue.  This is too much.  I feel something wet run down my cheeks.

"Call 911 Tonya!  Do it now!"  I hear Tania yell her voice high and squeaky.

"Pleas—" I try to say before the fifty blow steals my voice.  I feel like I gargled battery acid.  I reach up and put my hand on my throat.  I look up at the two women.  One of them had found her under clothes the other stood there with a hand on her forehead naked as the day she was born, talking on the phone with who I presume to be an emergency operator.

The space between my eyes pounds and I everything goes bright white.  I can still hear what's going on and I can still smell my own pre and that delightful smell of female musk.  I try to calm down but the radiating pain between my eyes feels like the worst hangover in the history of hangovers.  My stomach turns and I puke again, this time more on myself than on my bed.

I felt nothing.  I felt like I was falling.  Opening my eyes I watched as fell through the black.  My hair whips in the winds of where ever I was at the moment.  The heat starts to burn out and I feel cold, colder than I ever felt in my life.  My bones start to ache and feel like they are made of napalm again as the black darkens and then explodes.

I can see again.  The world is a technicolor sea of color.  Falling through the tie-dyed sky I feel strength return to my body.

"God please save me!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

Slowing down I hit the floor with a grunt.  The floor feels funny.  My bedroom floor is covered in a plush carpet.  Don't ask how I keep it clean doing what I usually do.  It's a miracle I keep anything sanitary with my level of activity if you know what I mean.   The floor is cold and hard and grainy.

My eyes fly open.  Hmm... so my eyes were closed when I saw the rainbow room... strange.  Above me, I see a yellow disk overhead.  It's the sun but it's not the sun.  Its rays are bright but they don't hurt my eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I immediately notice that I don't smell cum anymore.  I smell fried food, smoke, and something I can't place my finger on.  It's earthy and spicy.  A good smell but for the life of me I can't figure out what it is.

I hear murmuring and hushed voices.  In the distance I hear what sounds like a baby crying.

And now I'm flying again.   Floating up, I'm turned around so I'm floating in a standing position.  Buildings come into view, shops and streets come into view.  The old kind, the kind where people live above the shops they own.  And there are food carts and—

"No freaking way!" I gasp.

The buildings were pocket marked with craters, smoke billowing out from a few of them.  Carts turned over, as well as numerous rickshaws.  A few of them looked like they were burned to bits.  Along the ground were dead and injured bodies.  Only they weren't human bodies they were horses: miniature colorful horses.

A few of them were breathing really shallow.  And I wanted to go and do what I can for them.  Heck, I'm not the kind of guy that donates three quarters of his annual earnings to charity and is afraid to get his hands dirty; I donate time and effort too.  I took my parents yacht to Haiti after the earth quake for Christ sake.

Trying to move my body, I feel betrayed as they rebuke me.  A green haze surrounds my body and the pieces fall together: slightly cartoonish world, check, ponies instead of humans, check, and green hazy thing keeping me from moving, check.  The most obvious conclusion, I'm in a coma and I'm dreaming.  The second and more absurd conclusion, I'm an episode of my favorite kids show; My Little Pony Friendship is Magic.

Looking about I find my captor, a pale white unicorn stallion with a bit of cloth tied around his head coving one of his eyes.  His horn is sheathed in a green glow that matches the glow that has me bound.  In his hoof is a spear, its tip coated in a slick green goop and pointing at me, inches from my throat.

I let out a weak laugh, "We can talk about this."

The stallion's eye narrows.

I start to speak up again but choose not to when I see another white stallion enter my field of view.  This one is wearing a suit of bright gold armor; it too is soiled with the green goop.

He nods to my captor and then a bright red bolt of energy is hurled my way.  I start to scream but the bolt steals my breath and I feel all my senses fade away.  Standing in the silence I start to lose even the sound of my own thinking and then nothing.

XXX

Shivering I wake up in the dark.  Reaching out I pull my blanket tight around me.  The blanket smells like mildew and is itchy; certainly not my blanket.  The bed is lumpy and noisy.  Rolling over I smell another smell, this one I know, the smell of hay.  Burying my face in the mattress the smell becomes stronger.  So, I'm sleeping on a hay filled mattress.

I hear a cough so I roll in the direction of the sound.  Light from outside filters through the window and I see something but it's too hard to make out.  The light is too dim to be manmade. I squint and notice that I can see stars.  The light must be moon light, I decide.

Raising up, I wince as the strain of what ever happened to me infiltrates my body.  Surely punching bags feel less beaten.  I wipe my nose on my arm, not the most hygienic thing to do.  Putting my feet on the floor I hear a voice.

"Don't make me hurt whatever you are," it said shakily.

I'm no expert on emotions and how they make a person sound but, the voice sounded more scared than threatening.

Still hoping that I just did something stupid and wound up in some back water human jail and not in a fictional cartoon dungeon, I clear my voice and then say warmly,

"I'm not going to hurt you babe."

I sure hope that voice was female.  Shuffling came from the other side of the room.  I still couldn't make out the form of my cell mate.

"That is what they all say.  Yet they still do stuff to me and others.  They do what they want and get away with it, bucking guards and horny cell mates!"  she hissed.

Holding my hands up, I reply.

"Look I don't wear I am and I couldn't hurt you if I want to right now.  I feel like my body has been through a noodle strainer.  You're not afraid of lost noodles are you?"

Come on, joke please work.

A muffled giggle escapes my cell mate's lips.

I smile.

"So where am I?"  I press.

"Clip... Clop... Clip... Clop..." I hear reverberate around the room.  And then I see it, or rather her.

My heart dropped.  I was in Equestria or some other pony nation alright.

The pony had an unevenly grown blue coat and a short cropped two toned blue mane.  Her tail was also cut short, with bits of what I hoped to be dirt.  Her moving stirred up the smell and I gagged.  She smelt of dried sweat, old shit, and old cum.

She looked familiar.  I tapped my chin with a finger as I tried to remember.

"You are in the Canterlot City Dungeon," she said venomously, her purple eyes glowing with hatred and a deep scowl etched across her muzzle.  She also looked tired and hungry.  Her skin squeezed her ribs, creating more flesh valleys than I cared to count.  Her hips jutted out, creating to peaks along her too thin form.

My heart hurt, just looking at her.

"Canterlot, eh," I said.

"Yes, Canterlot!" she hissed, "Now if you don't mind I would like to get some sleep."

She was angry of that I could tell, kind of hard to miss really.  Knowing where I was put me at ease.  Or as much ease as being in an alien world could be.

"Don't let me stop you," I said.

"You are stopping me," she replied as she stepped closer.

Knitting my brow I asked, "How so?"

Raising a hoof she pointed at the bed I was sitting on, the bottom of it was just as filthy as the rest of her.

"That is the only bed."

I smiled and patted the spot beside me.

Her lip turned up in disgust before her eyes flashed with fear again.

"Like I would sleep with the likes of you, I am the Great and Powerful Trixie and I deserve more respect."

That's the name I couldn't remember.  I bopped myself in the head.  Remembering what the special kind of bitch she was in the show, I fired back,

"You, Respect, ha!  Respect is for those who earn it sister and you haven't earned it."

The mares head dropped, she sniffed and then walked back over to the corner from wince she came.  I heard her move around a little and then flop down.

I shrugged and then reclined on the bed.  I thought about the girls I was about to get lucky with and let out a sigh.  It was silent for all of two seconds before I heard a sob.

Looking over at Trixie and I noticed that she was shaking.  The sobbing continued.

"Stupid Trixie.  Weak Trixie.  Good for nothing whore!" she said growing louder with each word.

Sucking on my tongue I decided to speak up again, hopefully I wouldn't regret it.

"Are you okay?"

Her head shot up, "Of course I'm not okay!  But, why should you care you hairless hornless minotaur."

"Hey, don't call me a man cow!  I'm a human."

"A human?" she repeated what I said.

"Yes, a human.  I'm kind of like a hairless smart monkey."

"Why should you care human!"  She spat again, this time knowing my species.

"I care because I'm your cell mate for now and we are both criminals for some reason.  I think I know why you're here I just don't know why I'm here."

"That is what they all say."

"They?"

"Shut up human, I don't want to talk about it.  Just go to sleep!"

Sucking on my teeth I shut up.  She sobbed for a little while longer and then fell silent.  I feel bad about that.  I felt bad about acting like an ass, but she started it.

Lying back in the bed I drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken the next morning by the sound of metal grating across concrete.  Bolting from the bed I spotted a guard on the other side of the door.  He gave me a wicked smile, his teeth were awful and from where I stood I could smell his fetid breath.

"Good morning freak, I hope the loud mouth didn't keep you up!"  He said with a sneer.

"Now she was actually good company."

He looked at me and then at her.  She was quietly eating this gray looking slop from one of the two bowls he must have brought, without acknowledging either of us.

Stepping closer to the door he took a deep breath and then he smiled.

"I bet she was," he said huskily, before winking at me.

What?  Did he? He did.  He thinks I slept with her.  I wouldn't.  My mind started to run through several clop fictions I have read.  Okay, I could but not like this.

For some reason that pissed me off, so I reared back and kicked my food bowl.

It sailed into the barred door and splashed on the guard.  I hate authority.  He hissed and the wiped his face off with a free hoof.

"You bastard!" he yelled before stepping away.  He pivoted around and looked at me again.

"I've seen bigger morning wood on a colt!" He snorted before walking away.

"Moring Wood?"  I looked down.  Yep, morning wood.

I looked over at Trixie.  I am sporting morning wood.  Mare equals female.  I'm indecent.

Blushing I ran back to the bed and wrapped the itchy blanket around me.  After a moment I had a makeshift toga.

Trixie looked over at me and smirked.

"Trixie has seen bigger too."

I sunk.  Way to crush a man's ego.

"Oh, and your cutie marks are stupid."

I blushed again and peaked under the sheet.  I did have cutie marks, but they weren't cutie marks.  They were a drunken mistake.  Curse me and my hedonistic ways.  Curse pony fandom.   The twin marks which consisted of a blueprint, a compass, and a square.  It looked sort of like the symbol of the masons only cartoonier.

I sat there for a while.  My stomach growled.  I eyed my now empty bowl on the floor.  Groaning I flopped back.  My boner was not going away.  My tent was pitched.  And it sucked.

"Why don't you rub one out before you poke someponies eye out?" she asked, the same smirk running across her lips as before.

"Sit down and rotate, Trixie."

"Harrumph!" she let out before turning back to her food.

My life was in the shit tank.  I went from having a glorious threesome with twins to naked in Equestria.  I was a partner in a fortune 500 hundred company.  I laid more women, and a few men, than brick masons laid bricks.  I was someone.  And who I am now?  A no named prisoner.

Dampness crept its ways down my cheeks.  I am crying.  I hadn't cried since being ripped from my world and the pain that caused.  Woo hoo!  I've got a streak going.  Now I just need to curl up in a ball and suck on my thumb and then I'll be what I want to be.  A piece of shit nothing, in a fictional world that doesn't exist.

Something was sat beside me.

Wiping my tears away I spotted a silver bowl.  I looked inside and saw that it was still half full.  Mine was wasted on the guard this can only be?

Looking over I saw her.  Gone was the hate full glair and the saucy smirk.  It was replaced by a softer look.

"Eat up, human!  Don't give them what they want.  They want to break you and they will do everything in their power to do it.  Eat up, stay strong, and fight like hell!"

I didn't need to be told twice.

The day passed by at a leisurely pace and before long night came again.

Trixie circled her spot like a dog.  She had just laid down when I spoke up.

"Hey, why don't you take the bed tonight?"

She raised her head and cocked it to the side.

"Really?"

I nodded, "Really Really."

She squeed and then dove on the bed.   I did my best to stay out of her way.  I walked over to the bed of straw that she had made and flopped down.  It smelt awful, but I would tolerate it.  She gave me food so I gave her the bed, for tonight.

I watched her.  She rolled around like a cat on that bed.  Stretching out she seemed to be just as flexible.   I wondered if all ponies are that bendy or if it was just her.

"It's just a bed, Trixie," I dead paned.

She looked over to me and smiled, "It isn't just a bed.  It's the only bed.  Trixie hasn't slept on a bed in ages."

"Wait?  How long have you been in here?"

She sighed, "Trixie has been a prisoner for almost three years now."

"Three years, no way!"

"Yes, three—"

"Step out of the cell now!" said a voice from the door. The two of us turned to see that same guard from breakfast and later supper.  His pale white face glowed from the light of the candle he was carrying.

"What if I don't want to?" I said more or less threatening the stallion.

The stallion chuckles and then opened the door.  In his hoof he held a red and white cane.

I heard Trixie gasp.

"What is it—"

"Do what he says, please" she pleaded.  I noticed a hint of fear in her voice.

"Why should I?"

"Just do it for me, please."

I shrugged, "Whatever."

The guard came in and shackled me and then led me out.  He then chained me to the cell door across the way.  The cell was empty; I don't know why he didn't just throw me in there.  One thing that struck me odd was that he chained me in such a way that my back was to my cell.

Something pressed up against my back side and then my head started to spin.  Fire erupted from inside of me and my knees buckled.  Falling forward my face slammed into the bars. It was everything I could muster to just stay conscious.

"That'll teach you to obey, pet!" he hissed.

On my knees I leaned against the cell and waited.

"Get on the bed!" he ordered.

The clip clop of hooves followed.  The straw in the mattress made a slight rustling noise.  It grew really quiet.  And then I heard a really quiet wet pop.  The popping grew louder and louder.  I heard a grunt.  First a masculine one and thin a feminine one, which sounded more like a squeak.  The air was filled with musk.  The wheels in my head turned after smelling it.  And I knew.

They do stuff to me and others... bucking guards and horny cell mates... I don't want to talk about it.

A sickening feeling came over me.  I cried and was angry.  He was fucking her.  Others had fucked her.  They did it because they could.

I was a hedonist.  I loved sex.  I would never force myself on anyone.  There was always consent.  This wasn't consent.  This was rape.   And it pissed me the fuck off.

I don't like that Trixie bitch.  But, she deserves better than what he is doing to her.

I heard him grunt again and she whined.

I jumped up to my feet and started to fight against the chains.  They rattled against me.  They clanked.  They didn't budge.  I hissed under my breath.

"Quiet down out there!" shrilled the near orgasmic guard.

Fuck... fuck... fuck... I wiggled my wrist.  Looking up at the cuffs I smiled.  God bless my parents.  They gave me big wrist and small hands.  I wiggled my wrists some more and that combined with my anger sweat, I freed myself.  Smiling, I turned around and crept into the cell.

I watched in disgust as his hips pumped in and out.  The wet popping sound had become more of a slapping sound.  I seared in disgust.

Trixie had her face buried into the mattress and the guards tongue hung out of his mouth.  I spotted the cane.  It almost made me weak legged just looking at it.  Whatever it was it didn't do physical damage seeing as I was on my feet so soon.  I wrapped my hand around it.

"I'm cumming!" he said, a sick smile running across his muzzle.

I drove that cane into his ass hole.

He screamed and then turned towards me, his horn glowing a faint blue.  Before he could fully turn on me, I freed the cane and struck him across his horn.  He fell back across the bed, I watched as his dick came sliding out of Trixie.

That pissed me off even more.

He tried to get back up.

I ran the can into his ribs and held it there.

Trixie looked up, fear in her eyes, her face pink and swollen from crying.  She looked at me and then at the now convulsing guard.

"Stop it!" she said.

I didn't.

"Stop it!" she yelled.

I didn't.

A hoof came my way and stuck me across the collar bone.  I backed up, rubbing a sore place.  I glared at her and then rushed forward to prod the stallion again.

She tackled me.  We rolled around, both fighting for the cane.  I was healthier and stronger than she was in her current state.  I don't want to do it but I do it anyways.  Pressing the cane to her she starts to convulse.  I don't know what the cane does but whatever it does, it does it well.  She curled into a ball and stopped fighting me.

I sprung to my feet and then walked over to the stallion, who was rising to his hooves.  I pressed the cane's end against him again.  He smiled and knocked it away.  He leapt off the bed.  His horn glowed and then fizzled out.  He landed on me anyways.

I heard him cuss his own horn as we rolled around on the floor.

I heard Trixie whimper.  My rage hit the boiling point and I broke his hold on me.  Wrapping my fingers around his throat I started to choke him.  He rained blow after blow on my rips and chest.  My god is he strong.  I could feel several factures starting to form.  I held my grip.  His blows started to slow and then the stopped.  He looked up and gave me a pleading look.  I gave him a wicked smile and shook my head, no.

I didn't let him go until long after his pulse faded.  I might have been a little weaker than normal; however twelve years of hitting the gym had paid off.

I got up and then walked over to Trixie.  She looked up at me and whined again.

"He will never hurt you again!" I said as I bent down and picked her up.  She was about the size of a good sized dog and weighed a bit less.

"What is your name?' she asked lowly as we walked down the corridor.

I ignored her.

The eyes of other inmates shining back at us from behind their bars.  Using the keys, I had taken from the guard, she and I freed as many as we could, the more of us to catch the better our chances of not getting caught.

One prison I was rather hesitant about releasing.  Its black chitin armor was a dull and dingy.  I knew from the show that he or she was a changeling.  I thought changeling were cool so I released it anyways.

"Tell Trixie your name," she huffed, her old fire returning.

"My name is..."  think of something cool.  Bond, James Bond.  No, not that.  uh...

"Trinity, they call me Trinity."