Sleep did not come easily that night.

The orgy had lasted what felt like hours. A dozen mares had taken Lucky in every way possible, often two or three at a time, well beyond the point of what any stallion could endure even with the aid of an enchanted fruit. He would have ended up sleeping with some of them as well, if Applejack hadn't tied him up again and ushered everypony out of the room. Coco must have either fled or spent the night in the hallway, because he didn't see or hear another sign of her the whole time.

After cumming all over a mare for the umpteenth time his dick had finally given out. He'd licked until his tongue failed to rise either. In the end, even his fingers felt stiff and worn. His hips burned from pistoning; his arms ached from holding himself up. In every way that he could measure, he was completely burnt out.

It had been one of the greatest experiences of his life.

He had, he struggled to remind himself, been raped. The mares had used him like a piece of meat, satiating their desires with no thought to his wants or comfort. He had been mocked and violated, reduced to a penis on legs that existed only for their pleasure. His sex-blissed brain didn't care. The most he could muster was some disgust with the fact that he didn't feel sick with himself. It almost made the rest of the day worth it, and that was what disturbed Lucky the most.

Had Rarity been right? Were stallions truly sex-crazed beasts who'd put up with anything as long as they were satiated at the end of the day? He'd done hours of pointless, back-breaking work that day. He'd been beaten and raped by mares. He'd been beaten and raped by stallions. He'd been broken and humiliated in front of the whole town and had stood by helplessly as one of the only friends he had was murdered by a purple collar. And yet after all that, all he could think about was how he couldn't wait to see if there'd be another orgy tomorrow.

Maybe Applejack was right. Maybe he really was just a grab-ass troublemaker. A sex-addicted pervert who disrupted things with his penis everywhere he went. Just like the mares at the newspaper office had accused him of being. Was it more comforting to think that he was the exception rather than the rule? No; after what he'd seen of his fellow stallions, so eager to rape and kill the mares who'd wronged them, he couldn't believe that he was the only one. How many stallions harboured those ill desires, the ones who'd gone gay notwithstanding? Some of them? All of them?

Had Fluttershy, of all ponies, been right? Was the natural state of a stallion a monster, socialized to pretend to be something else? Was he no different than the inequine creature that had killed Meadow Song? Just a fuck beast waiting for the opportunity to be set free?

No... that was ridiculous, he told himself. All he'd done was enjoy having sex. That didn't make him a monster. It didn't.

Still, he slept fitfully.

Lucky was awoken by a tugging on his wrist.

He came to groggily, a faint headache plaguing him. Shadows hung dark and thick in the room, and at first he didn't register the other pony standing by the bedside, let alone what they were doing. When the silk rope slipped away from his arm his head lolled to the side and he beheld Coco Pommel standing over him, biting her lip between glances at the door as she moved down to untie his ankle.

"Coco," he whispered.

She jumped almost a foot in the air, darting away skittishly before collecting herself and moving closer. "Shh," she whispered back, putting a finger on his lips. "Applejack's next door."

He nodded, understanding, and said no more as she circled the bed. One by one the ropes on his ankles came undone, then his other hand. He sat up slowly, withdrawing and massaging his limbs. She sat cross-legged on the bed beside him. It started to dawn on him slowly that he was once again naked in front of her. With most mares, unless he was actively fucking them, he still felt an instinctive urge to cover up in their presence. With her, it just brought him back to when they'd first met.

"It's good to see you," he began.

"Don't talk." Coco leaned against his side, small and fragile. On impulse, he put an arm around her. "Talking only brings pain. I can't do that right now. Just be here with me."

He nodded. Slowly he pulled her closer, savouring both the feel of her clothes and the feel of her skin against his body. For a short time, they sat together in silence.

Coco was the one who moved first. Her hands, which had been clasped in her lap, slowly unfurled. With agonizing slowness, as if having to drag herself every inch, she trailed her fingers up and across her leg and onto Lucky's. He watched with mild curiosity as she laid her palm on his thigh and gently squeezed. Her cheeks flushed and her breaths grew shorter as she stayed in that position, the tips of her fingers barely an inch away from Lucky's flaccid yet substantial cock. "Lucky?" she whispered, arousal heavy in her voice.

"Yes?" he breathed back.

"Y-you can do anything you want to me."

He looked to her in surprise. She met his gaze and stared into his eyes, a mix of guilt, fear and longing looking back at him. Nervously she licked her lips, and he followed her gaze as it trailed down his body, then back up again. He could feel the heat and desire radiating off of her in waves, and suddenly her clothes looked far too tight, too restrictive. She needed to be freed from them.

A chorus of voices in the back of his mind protested. He'd already had sex with a dozen mares that night, they cried. He entirely wasn't in the mood. His balls were empty, his dick felt like chewed taffy, his tongue ached. He was tired. He had a headache. Wouldn't it be better to just keep things as they were? To just hold each other until the sun came up, free from the shackles and expectations of-

It was too late. He was already kissing her.

Bliss and relief blossomed in his mouth and spread through his skull as their lips made contact. He clung to her as she melted into him, her head tilted back, her hand still on his thigh. Her mouth tasted sweet; Lucky could only shamefully imagine that his tasted like pussy juice. Still, nothing could ruin this moment. She was everything he'd ever wanted, in his arms, away from the prying eyes of the mares who ruled the world. This moment belonged to them. And they were going to take it.

The fog of ecstasy gave way to a more urgent need. He kissed her more deeply, batting tongues with her as his arm snaked further around her. She yielded to his touch and together they collapsed onto the mattress, facing one another as they made out. He was once again blown away by how light Coco was; already a small mare, she felt fragile and malnourished in his arms, skinny as a twig and just as liable to snap. He felt as if he could pick her up with one hand with ease. Instead he used that hand to brush the hair from her eyes, then pressed it against her cheek. Her eyes were closed in the dark, her cheeks flushed, her tongue exploratively brushing over his own. He closed his own eyes and smiled, losing himself in the moment.

For a time they simply kissed, lying there in the darkness. Eventually, Lucky's greater weight and tiredness pulled him onto his back, dragging Coco with him until she was straddling him. He clasped his hands behind her back and ran them slowly up and down, feeling her flush and shiver at his touch. Up to the nape of her neck he went as he crushed her to his chest, then down again, inch by inch, until his hands were over her skirt.

For the second time, something in the back of Lucky's mind cried out for him to stop. But then, she had said anything. And if she wanted him to stop, all she had to do was ask. With a decisive motion, Lucky brought his hands down the final inch and grasped onto Coco's petite ass.

Coco squeaked, then moaned faintly into Lucky's mouth. Her legs spread wider and she squirmed against him as he felt her up, his dick stiffening until he was prodding her from below. Breath quickening, he ran his hands up her body to her equally petite chest, fumblingly unbuttoning her shirt. He finally broke the kiss to push her up and slide her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Her slim bra followed. Lucky could feel her trembling as he cupped the rosebuds of her breasts, staring up at her in the thin moonlight.

She breathed in sharply as Lucky rolled them both over, then again as he began to trace kisses down her body. She gasped when his lips clasped around one pert nipple, suckling gently at one then the other before moving further down. He sat up to finish undressing her, her skirt sliding down her slender legs, then thick, cotton panties. She squirmed nervously and covered herself as she lay bare before him, the mare of his dreams. Gently, he moved her hand aside, put his face between her legs, and started to lick.

Lucky's tongue was tired. He moved in broad, flat strokes with little finesse. At first he worried that this wouldn't be enough for Coco, but the way her legs spasmed, then locked behind his head filled him with more confidence. He dove in with gusto, moving harder and faster in an effort to please the mare he loved. Coco let out a loud squeal, then covered her mouth with both hands. She alternated hands after that, clinging to the mattress for support while her opposite hooves sunk into Lucky's shoulders. Her already-wet pussy began to gush, filling Lucky's mouth with the taste of a fully aroused mare.

At long last, when his tongue clenched up and declared it could do no more, Lucky planted a last kiss on Coco's clit and sat up. He crawled over her again, planting kisses up her body until he reached her face. His painfully hard cock swung low, batting the side of her leg. She gaped up at him, shock and pleasure still written across her features. He couldn't help but kiss her again; she was far too beautiful not to. "Ready?" he whispered to her. She vacantly nodded. Using one hand to align himself, he put the head of his cock against her sodden slit and slowly pushed forward.

Coco cried out, and Lucky groaned, a shared release that they both forgot to muffle. She was tight, unbearably tight around him, her walls clenching and spasming as he drove deeper into her. Once sense returned he searched her face for pain - was he hurting her? - but while her eyes were shut tight, her arms grasped onto his and her mouth opened in a ring of bliss. "Deeper," she whispered back to him. "Don't stop."

He couldn't refuse her. Deeper he pushed, inch after thick inch struggling to cram themselves into this tiny mare. After what felt like an eternity he finally bottomed out, their lower halves kissing as they connected. Coco was insensate, eyes clenched closed and her tongue hanging out, barely responding as Lucky kissed her again. "I'm going to start moving now," he breathed in her ear. "Okay?" She clung to him tighter, nodding desperately.

Pulling out, her pussy clung to him so tight it felt like the skin was going to be ripped off his dick. Pushing back in was easier, and the next cycle easier still. Every movement coated his cock in a new batch of female lubricant, his space to move growing wider as her muscles relaxed. It wasn't long before he was full-on thrusting into her, making the bed creak alarmingly with each swing of his hips. Coco let out a tiny, adorable squeak each time their hips connected, which Lucky was happy to muffle with a kiss.

Thrusting turned to pounding. No longer caring about the noise, Lucky slammed into his willing mare, his balls slapping against her asshole on each thrust. She was so wet and tight around him that in his mind she put even Symmetry to shame. Up and down, then side to side his hips pistoned, causing Coco to break away from him and let out a pleasured shriek that surely must have echoed through the house.

Orgasm came quickly after that. Tunnel vision overcame Lucky as he focused in on the mare bucking and squirming under him, and his massive dick splitting her apart. He groaned mightily and thrust into her one last time at the same time as she howled and dug her fingers into his back. Her pussy clamped down on him, thrumming up and down as he painted her insides with everything he had left. It was a perfect moment that seemed to stretch on forever.

As he came down from the high he found himself panting, Coco breathing just as hard beneath him. They smiled at one another in the dark as they lay there together, feeling his dick slowly softening inside her. "Coco," he whispered to her, planting another kiss on her. "I love you."

"Mmm." Coco kissed his cheek. "Someone probably heard us. Let's get you back in bed."

It took another minute before he was able or willing to extract himself. When he finally pulled out of Coco she wriggled off the bed and stretched, her slit gaping and dripping with seed. As quickly as she could on her jellied legs, she moved from corner to corner of the bed and tied Lucky back into place. "When can I see you again?" he whispered to her once he was securely tied up.

Instead of answering, Coco simply gathered up her clothes. When she was finished she stood over him, smiling down at him fondly. Without a word, she patted his head and walked swiftly out of the room.

"How do you feel?" Applejack asked from the hallway.

"Better," Coco answered calmly. "You were right. I think I'm over him now."

The words thudded into Lucky like arrows. His eyes widened and he stared dumbfounded at the ceiling as the two mares walked away. Silence overtook him and he found himself once again alone.

And then he wept.

Author's Note

Dedicated to Schorl Tourmaline. I may not like what you do, but I sure do like the way that you do it.

Cooldown and analysis to follow.