+Bang!+

You throw your jacket onto the kitchen table as your front door closes, your car keys clattering across the surface and falling off the edge. You sigh and pick up your keys placing them on the key rack by the front door. You bend down and pick up the mail you stepped over to enter, you shake your head, same old shit. Walking over to your fridge you pull out a beer and rip the top off, relaxing as you take a long deep chug of it's contents.

You flick the red button on your answering machine as you pass it by, you stand next to it as it reads of the messages.

“First call, twelve forty five, Tuesday.” - “Hello Tomas, it's your mother here!”

You sigh heavily. 'What the fuck does she want?' You think to yourself.

“I just wanted to say that the family is getting together next week for a reunion, it would be nice to-”

You press the next button. 'No thank you, mother!' You frown as the next message plays.

“Second call, four sixteen, Tuesday.” - “Tomas, it's Dave.”

“Fuck you Dave!” You say, smirking as the message continues.

“I need you to come in early Monday again, there's a large order incoming then and I need your expertise on it. Please contact me if you can.” You grunt as Dave hangs up.

“You mean you can't handle it and need me to do all the work!” You say as the answering machine ends. The mail wasn't great either, just junk mail and coupons. Throwing the mail onto your coffee table you sit down and relax onto your couch, every muscle aching as you stretch and hear bones crack. “Work was such a bitch!” You groan, taking another long drawl from your beer only to find you empty it. “Shit! The was my last one too.”

A knock is heard at your front door and a small leaflet is put through the letter box. 'More junk crap!' You stand up and look out the front door spy hole, no one was around. You look down at the leaflet, picking it up it was a advert for a new bar that was just opening down the street from your place.

“Discords? Never heard of it.” You say flipping the piece of paper over in your hand. “Fuck it! I need a good drink, I'll see what this place has got, better be worth it.” Heading into your bathroom you wash up and change into a more casual get up, jeans and a t-shirt, good enough.

You head out with just your house key and wallet, the bar was only a few blocks down so your car wasn't needed. Reaching the location there was already a long line at the front door, you look up and see the large neon sign hanging above the main entrance. It read the bars name and had a small dragon looking thing in neon next to it. You get in line and spot a friend of yours from work.

“Hey! Jack!” Your friend turns around and you give him a small wave.

“Hey Tomas, you got a leaflet too?”

“Yeah, did you know this place was going to be here?”

“No, it's funny. The place just seemed to have sprung up over night, weird huh?” Your friend says.

“Yeah weird.” You reply. “So? How long have you waited?”

“I Just got here, but the line moves very fast, should be in in no time.”

“Good I need a drink, I intend to get plastered tonight!” You say.

“You and me both.” Your friend Jack says as you notice a large bouncer walk down the line. What could he be looking for?

The bouncer stops near you and looks down at you. This guy was huge and that's not an exaggeration. You were six one and this guy must have been six twelve bordering on seven.

“Mr Tomas Wheeler?” The bouncer asks you.

“Y-Yes.”

The bouncer reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a pin, it had VIP written on it.

“Please come with me, the owner would like a word with you.” You look to your friend who just shrugs.

“Ok, lead on.” You finally say.

The bouncer grunts and turns towards the main doors of the bar, you fall in behind looking at the gold colour pin in your hand.

You sit in a private room over looking the bar, the music just audible through the glass. The bouncer had lead you to this area and told you to sit before turning away and walking out. And here you waited for forty five minutes, the boredom was unbearable, even the clock on the wall was getting louder. You are broken form you thoughts as a door opens behind you, a man wearing a brown pinstripe suit exits and heads over to you, a large grin spread on his face.

“Mr wheeler I presume?” The guys voice reminded you of that guy from star trek, but for the life of you you couldn't think of his name.

“Yes, that's me.” You answer, shaking the man’s out stretched hand. “May I ask why I’m here?”

“Yes Yes, that will be explained, care to join me in my office?” The man gestures to the door behind him.

“Ok.”

You follow the guy into a large spacious office, all the time wondering if you should be running far away from him. Your host walks over to a cabinet and opens it revealing all kinds of bottles.

“Would you care for some refreshment? I have quite the selection.”

You walk up behind him and eye the considerable collection of alcoholic spirits. One catches your eye and you decide to ask.

“I've never heard of that one before?” You say pointing to the large red bottle on the bottom shelf. “Canterlot royal bourbon, where is that?”

“Ah! You have a keen eye my friend, that is a rare vintage. I picked that bottle up on my first visit to that city, which makes the bottle a thousand years old I think.”

You raise an eyebrow, this guys crazy. “Wait, a thousand years? How is that possible? You don't look anything pass thirty and the bottles brand new.”

“Never judge a book by it's cover Mr Wheeler, I like that saying, almost makes me what to stay in your world.” The man says, pouring you some spirit out of a blue bottle labelled 'Berry Punch Casket Reserve'.

“Come again? My world?” Ok, now you felt like running.

The guy flicks his hand. “Enough questions, I brought you here because I want to offer you something, something you can't refuse.” The guy sits down at his desk, a smile creeping onto his face again.

“Well, money would be a start.” You reply.

The man chuckles. “Dear boy, any man can have money! No, I offer you something that all people of your gender craves.” The guy leans forward on his desk. “I offer you females, and plenty of them. All you have to do is say yes and they are yours.”

“Are you serious? Your going to give me women? Just like that? You sound like a slave trader to me!” You shout, dropping your glass on the floor as you stand up. “I'm leaving!” You head for the door but stop dead as the guy snaps his fingers leaving you paralysed.

“Mr Wheeler, I'm afraid you only had one choice, no wasn't it.” The guy walks around to stand in front of you, your eyes the only thing that can move. “I came all this way to find a suitable subject to test, and I'm happy to say you got the job!” The guy laughs. “Now, we have very little time and a lot of work to accomplish!” The guy snaps his fingers knocking you out and turning the whole world into darkness.

You awake, your head ringing in from a headache. You try to move but find your hands, feet and torso tied to a chair. You panic as you also find your stark bollock naked.

“Where am I!?” You shout, the only light you have is a beam pointing directly down onto you. “Answer me motherfucker!”

“Such language! And to think we haven't even started yet!” The same voice sounds, seeming like it came from all around you. “You are a wonderful specimen aren't you? Well toned body, decent length genitalia, you'll do nicely.”

“What do you want from me!?” You shout again, trying to force your bonds.

“I want you to mate.” You stop dead.

“Uh, Repeat that?”

“I. Want. You. To. Mate.” The voice replies.

“That's what I thought you said.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Do you want to?” The voice asks.

“Want to do what?”

“Mate?”

“If you mean by sex, then no with you!”

The voice laughs long and hard, stopping once or twice only to laugh again.

“I never said me! No, I have eight wonderful females for you, all ready to serve!”

“All I see is blackness.” You state.

“Silly me!” The voice says, a sound of snapping fingers is heard and eight more lights appear. The figures standing under the beams cause you to shake your head thinking this is a dream. Standing before you is eight horses. “That's better. Now, your answer please?”

“I thought you said you had females, these are horses. I'm no horsefucker!”

“Their not horses! Their ponies, and quite supple. You will find them much to your liking.”

You continue to stare at the 'ponies' and now just spot each one was wearing a blindfold and a gag. You look at each one closely, they didn't look anything like ponies you knew, they had colourful coats of different colours and marks on their butts. You look to each one in turn, they were all quivering accept the two large one's which just stood tall and proud.

“So? Exactly why do you want me to....mate with them?” You shiver slightly.

“No reason really, just revenge. They hurt me so I'm hurting them, just more emotionally. I find it quite exciting myself, I just want to see how they all react to getting rutted by your species.” The voice chuckles. “And by my estimations you have the length to please them all quite thoroughly.”

“And what if I refuse?”

“You won't.”

“You sound so sure of that.”

“Maybe a little taste is in order.”

You hear more snapping fingers as the large white pony is lifted up and planted down in front of your chair. The gag is removed from it's muzzle. The pony coughs.

“You won't get away with this Discord! Me and my sister will turn you back into stone for this!” You took this moment to look her over again, you didn't know why you didn't spot this sooner but the pony had a horn and wings. You knew about unicorns and pegasi but both together was just too fascinating.

“Maybe you shouldn't antagonize him?” You speak up.

The pony rears up. “Who's there? Speak!”

“My name is Tomas, I am a captive just like you, however you seem to know more about my kidnapper.”

“You don't sound like one of my ponies.”

“That's because I'm not, I'm human.”

“Human? I've heard of such a species.” The white pony leans in. “Where are you from?”

You go to reply but the sound of a whip cracking stops you, the pony cries out in pain.

“That's enough talk!” the voice states. “Now Celestia, you have a nice young healthy human in front of you...lick him!”

“What!?” You and the pony cry out.

“You heard me! Lick. Him!” The whip sound come again, the pony flinches but holds firm. “Do it or one of your precious elements will do it instead! Maybe your student will suffice.”

“No!” The white pony says, though the pony couldn't see you, she walks forward. “I'm sorry.” The pony states.

The white pony lowers her head but to your shock she comes in low and makes contact with your thigh. Her tongue was soft and smooth not hard and rough like you thought it would be. The pony recoils at your taste, guess sweating while scared shitless will make you taste bad. Her tongue slowly makes it's way up your thigh and stops just short of your groin, you sigh in relief but then she back tracks and drags her tongue down the other way. You shiver as the pony continues to lick you, the sensation of her tongue to much for your body to take and before long your starting to get aroused.

You try to hold back the pleasurable feeling of the ponies tongue but try as you might it's just too good. Your cock starts to rise much to the voices amusement.

“Well well princess, it seems the human enjoys your tongue. I wonder what else he may enjoy!” One more snap of fingers and the pony is lifted and turned around, her butt now a foot from your face. “Human, I am releasing your hands, you have but one task. Make the princess feel good.”

The ponies tail is lifted up and your eyes widen as her bits appear before you. There's a thin trail of liquid going down the inside of the ponies leg, and you don't have to guess were it's coming from. You feel the bonds on your hands give way and you lift your arms up. Rubbing your wrists you couldn't help but stare at the ponies slit. You knew in your heart and soul what you are about to do is wrong but yet the voice in your head tell you it's so right.

You raise your hands up and place them on either side of the ponies backside, gently rubbing the tattoo of the sun on both sides. The pony gasps at your touch, but says no more. You slide one hand around and trace the outer folds of her wetting vulva, your own arousal was peaking. you trace one more circle before moving your fingers and parting her folds, you gaze in amazement as her internal structure was more human than equine, even giving she clearly resembled a horse.

You smile and move your second hand down to join the first in probing this delightful entrance. The pony was moaning softly as you slowly slide two fingers into her slit, the walls of her entrance immediately clamp down on your fingers not allowing them to pull back out. You start to gently slide your fingers around her inner walls, rubbing and hitting the sensitive spots. The ponies legs start to buckle, her moans and groans getting louder, your fingers increase in speed. The ponies backside hovers above your throbbing cock, you can't think of a more better opportunity to make her feel better.

You pull out your fingers, letting your erection point towards it's target. You grab the ponies butt again and guide her slowly down, the ponies head swings around when she feels your tip touch her folds.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Look, the voice said to make you feel good, and judge by the way your acting, you like this.”

“I...” You notice the ponies face turn redder.

“I won't hurt you, just relax.” You state.

The pony nods as you push the first part of your throbbing manhood into her. The pony throws her head up and gasps out loud. You slowly knead the flesh of her butt as your cock slides deeper into it's prize, when she finally sits on your lap you let out the breath you were holding, the ponies tail wrapping around your waist.

“Are you ok?” You ask.

The pony doesn't respond but nods vigorously. You gently lift the ponies backside up then drop it down, creating a thrusting effect, the pony realises your intent and starts her own rhythm of rising and sitting. Slowly you both increase the tempo of your movements, after several minutes your end was approaching, you could feel it. The muscles of the pony clamp down on your erection as it seemed to you she was reaching her end aswell.

The feeling of the ponies muscles coupled with the feeling of your cock bathing in her juices was too much for your body to take and with one hard deep thrust, you release inside. The pony cries out in pleasure as her entrance holds you in place. You release load after load into her waiting womb, when all was said and down both of you were panting heavily, the voice laughs.

“Well done! Well done! That was a sight to behold! Princess you did so well and you to human, both of you gave it your all and I'm very impressed.” the sound of slow clapping was heard. “But for you my human, this little ride has only just begun!”

Author's Note

This is another of my pet projects I am writing, the story will be chapter based.

I will write a new chapter for each of the mane six and Luna when they have their turn with the human.

If you have any suggestions or problems with the fic, please don't hesitate to comment.