smut

by ChingKittyCat

Rating: mature
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Length: 2646

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-15 07:23:08 UTC

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Shybra read the demands. The President wanted him to come over to the bigger bedroom that was normally shared between Mod and the previously mentioned. Shybra knew what the President wanted. Well, he could only guess. Mod and the President weren't getting along all too well due to "reasons". Shybra didn't know about any of those reasons.

When Shybra had arrived at the bedroom's door, he knocked lightly on the door. It opened after a couple seconds. The President stood there. He was nude, which was typical for regular ponies. Not for the President, though. He usually wore a suit and stuff. Then again, he was probably just all prepared for Shybra.

Shybra didn't meet the President's eye contact. Of course, he was looking somewhere else. He looked over at the bed. There was a small lump underneath the covers. It was probably Mod. Either that or the President was double cheating.

The President pushed past Shybra, before flicking his tail for Shybra to follow. They were either going to the office or a new place. Shybra remembered that one night that they did that stuff in the office.. He was bent over the desk and the President..

Shybra flushed just think about it. He was still really uncomfortable with that stuff. His reasons meant to stay hidden and the President never asked. It was a win-win, he supposed. Shybra just hoped that the President wouldn't ask about it tonight. He probably wouldn't.

The two took a bit to get to the location that the President so desired. It was a stairwell down to what seemed to a dungeon. Why would.. Why..? Shybra was nervous, as per usual. The two would probably do a bit of face stuff before doing the other things. Its what they would always do.

The President slammed Shybra against the cold, stone wall. Shybra gasped from the initial shock, but he went quiet. Now the two were just staring at eachother. Nothing was said. They were just staring at eachother. The President got decently close. Really close. Okay, this was concerning. They were in a new place and Shybra was still unclear.

Shybra's hind legs were getting shaky from standing up on them. Ponies were not supposed to stand this way. Plus, Shybra was trying to cover up his little dickle so it wasn't totally awkward.

"Um.. M-Mr President.. W-What did you.."

Shybra trailed off. The answer was apparent and the President didn't want to answer it. Instead, the President just licked Shybra's face. It was like, all slobbery n shit. Spit ALL OVER SHYBRA'S FACE. It was everywhere. Shybra brought his front hooves up to his own face and attempted to wipe off his face.

The President then when straight for the jugular. The front hooves dropped as Shybra gave a soft moan. Why had the two not talked at all? Usually the President was a lot more talkative than this. It was weird. Did something happen? Did he go mute? Well, there was no time to think about it.

The President's magic suddenly flashed on. The dungeon door (which was a couple steps away) became unlocked. Were they going to go into there? Maybe. The President then grabbed Shybra, who was limp in the President's oddly colored aura.

Shybra was literally tossed into the darkness of the room. He hit something with the back of his head. Ow. Shybra laid on the floor, nursing the back of his head with his own hooves. Next, there was a flash. Somepony had been teleported. Then, the door slammed shut. There was a clicking noise, then it was silent.

Shybra's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. Due to his subspecies, he was able to see in the dark. Well, to a certain extent. What he did notice was that the President was right beside him. Wait, wasn't the President just outside that door? Oh. That probably wasn't the President. Ooooooh no. It didn't matter to Shybra. This wasn't his universe.

"What the shit.. Mod.. Stop hoarding the covers.."

The President grabbed onto Shybra and pulled him into a hug. It was a stomach to stomach hug. It was weird. Shybra didn't like to be hugged. It was worse than the stuff that they did. The thing.

Shybra begun to shake. He really, really didn't like to be hugged.

"What the fuck? Shyshit, what the hell?"

The President hissed, pushing Shybra  away.

"Why the FUCK is it so god damn dark in here?"

The President obviously got up. Shybra could still see, but he knew that the President couldn't.

"Uhm.. Y-You told me to v-visit you after e-everypony had gone to sleep.. T-Then you lead me h-here.. I-I think w-we're in a b-basement or s.. something.."

The President's eyes went wide.

"Shyshit, did you go down a stone staircase?"

"Y-Yes.."

"FUCK. TITTY SHIT FUCKING FUCK."

The President swore a lot after that. Then, his magic flickered. There was the sound of magical failure, then backlash. More swearing. The President was on his 'Magic Period'. It was a time where he was temporarily incapable of magic. It usually happened in the more dire or serious situations.

"Alright, okay, fucking.. Okay. Fine. Yeah, no, we're fucked. Alright. Shyshit, this is Mod's sex toy dungeon. You know Tom? That dildo thing?"

SHYBRA DID NOT LIKE TOM.

"Y-Yes.."

"Well, he lives in here. We lock up the basement so that he and is other fucking magical sentient shit heads won't get out and fuck all our guards in their asses. They're only sentient at night. Any other time, they're not sentient unless you want them to be."

That didn't sound good.

"So, as long as we just keep still, they won't come after us and fuck us in the ass."

"H-Haven't you been pacing around though..?"

Shybra jinxed it, I tell you. As soon as he said that, the lights flashed on in the basement. It showed the floor. The floor covered in questionable liquids. The boxes that were placed on the floor. The other things on the floor. There were shelves on the walls. Holy shit, there were so many things on those shelves (including some named Dilderians).

"You fucking jinxed it."

The President hissed. Things began to move on their own. They floated. They flew. They shot after the President, who was almost instantly shoved a blue, plastic dildo down his throat. It wasn't tom, though. It was another dildo named Sharky.

Shybra kept as still as possible. Some attackers came over to him. They poked at him from all directions. Something slipped itself underneath him. It felt like a tube or something. Yeah, uh, whatever was underneath him was now pressing up against his soft dingle dang. Shybra pressed himself harder onto the floor. That did not help.

Meanwhile, the President was busy getting face fuhhhhked. Sharky was going in balls deep with this. Using his hooves, the President was trying to manually remove Sharky as the blue dildarian pounded his throat. The President was stumbling around, crashing into boxes and other objects.

Eventually, the President found himself in a corner. Definitely not the best place to be in this sort of situation.

There was like, this entire swarm of toys that had followed him here. They intended to do what they wanted to do. When Sharky was eventually satisfied, it pulled out of the President's mouth. It gave him about less than a second to breath before a new customer forced itself in there.

Sharky decided to circle around to be the first thing through the President's back door.

Shybra wasn't faring all too well either. Remember that thing I was talking about? It slipped itself onto Shybra's significantly smaller dickle. Y'know what it was? A fleshlight. No idea why Mod would have one of those, but she did. Shybra moaned, allowing an opening for another thing. A dragon-like plastic dickle shot into Shybra's mouth before anything else could. It was scraping up against Shybra's disgustingly terrible and sharp teeth due to its largeness.

That fleshlight delivered unto Shybra a whole new world of pleasure. Shybra was sweating. It was very hard to breath with his mouth clogged up. If his mouth was free of that dingle, Shybra would be moaning up a shit storm. Shybra was now shaking. Shybra always shook when it came to this stuff.

The President, however, was not so happy about his new experience. Sharky had just gotten in through the back door and was currently slamming it closed and then opening it again. Sharky was just a bit too big for the President's liking. It was also too big for his butt. It had kind of slightly torn his rectum upon penetration.

Holy shit was it weird. It felt like a piece of shit was going up and down the metaphorical colon elevator. How was Shybra able to stand this sort of shit? God damn. What's worse was that the blue dick was pulling fully out then smashing back in again. The new dingle in the mouth was no better.

The President did attempt his magic. He couldn't concentrate and it was basically futile in the first place. It would hurt if he managed anyways. It would cause magical backlash, which no sensible unicorn wanted to be victim to. Ugh. President Asshole wasn't sure if anything other than dicks were going to attack him. Through his still blurry eyes, he could only see hovering dildos. They were like a swarm of bees and he had stolen their honey. Either that or he was the pollen that they needed.

He felt something wrap around him. It was a rope. He could tell. It was wrapping around his stomach. They were going to force him to get out of his corner, obviously. Well, they were doing a damn well job at it. President Asshole scrambled backwards against the rope's attempt to pull him forward and away from the corner.

The rope suddenly stopped its force, making President Assbutt fall directly ass-first onto the floor. However, this caused the previously mentioned dickle to reach even further into the President's booty. There was a muffled screech as his own genitalia gushed slightly. Sharky was just wiggling around in there now.

Shybra over there seemed to be enjoying himself. His eyes were shut and he was not as surrounded as the President was. That rope that had screwed around with the President had come over to the shyer Sombra. It wrapped around his stomach as well in order to flip him onto his back. The fleshlight had a lot more room to do stuff now.

The patron using Shybra's face finally decided to move on. Moans poured out of Shybra's mouth as soon as it left his lips. He could tell that the President was probably getting off to it. Shybra really didn't like this sort of stuff. It was too weird and bizarre for him. Why did Mod have this stuff?

Oh geeze, now it was speeding up. Shybra couldn't handle this sort of stuff. He could feel himself build up to the finale. Which was pretty soon, to be honest. Yet, as soon as he felt himself about to release his mayonnaise into this thing, it pulled off. Shybra's was just breathing now. Everything was focusing on the President, it seemed.

Speaking of the President, there was this queue to face fuck him. There was also a line to take him up the butt. That rope had gotten him back up onto his legs (which were now starting to shake due to the fact that none of these things were letting him finish) and was now trying to move him. Which he obliged because he was too busy taking things. It was a bit hard to walk while his ass was being absolutely decimated, though.

The sentient rope brought the President over to the laid out Shybra. The dilders that were queued up for the President found a new place to queue. Plus, the President had been spun around and the two were about to get real intimate as soon as that vibrator got out of President Asshole's asshole.

The new patron was prodding at Shybra and it seemed like President Asshole's customer was finished. President Asshole sat down purposefully, making Shybra squeak from surprise. The President knew that Shybra was a shit ton smaller than any other thing here and he wouldn't be doing any thrusting. It meant a lot more for the President's endurance.

Shybra was entered by the first person in line. A moan sounded. He was doing a lot of that. The President, on the other hand, was not. He literally just woke up. It wasn't the time for this right now. Plus, it was degrading to have Shybra's dick inside his ass. Shybra was small as hell. Like, half the size of his own dick. Four inch dick. Shybra was a small dick. President was a big dick. Their personalities match this, I'd think.

Y'know that fleshlight? Yeah, it's not like it was gone or anything. It decided to slip itself onto the President's wang. Shit mahn. Just for the lols, the President decided to tease Shybra about it. President turned around to face Shybra (who was barely keeping his eyes open at this point) and lowered himself slightly.

The two were now face to face (an all too-familar situation), but since President Dickbutt was bigger and also taller, he was able to move his face upwards towards Shybra's horn. Well, what was left of it since that stuff happened. President Fuckbutt knew that Shybra was extremely sensitive there (as were all things with magical horns, including himself), so he'd use it to torture Shybra. Why the hell not.

President Bootyshit stuck his serpentine tounge out and began to lick the remaining stump that was on Shybra's face. Shybra began to twist and move around because of this. The moans were growing louder (and were also mixing with whimpers) as President Nutbutt licked at that stump.

He stopped for a couple seconds as the fleshlight sped up considerably. It would get a lot harder to hold back moans if it kept going like that. Wait, nope, he didn't even bother to hold back.

He could feel Shybra's little dick twitch inside of him. Oh. Well, he should probably do something about that. With all those plastic wing wangs pounding Shybra's petite little booty, he was on the verge of orgasming. Unfortunately, they wouldn't let him finish (due to how quickly they would switch out and how long they would take to get back to the same speed as before). They were doing the same shit that they did to him. Welp, he was going to put a stop to that.

President Butthead raised himself up and smashed his hips downwards. That was enough for Shybra to squirt hot, sticky mayonnaise inside of the President's tunnel. Due to the release and sudden pleasure, President Dickbutt also squirted his mayonaise bottle inside of the fleshlight. Who the hell was going to clean that shit up?

Let me just tell you that the night didn't end there. If I were to describe all of it, I'd make an entire 300,000 word novel out of that stuff. Mayonaise flew and the two ended up falling asleep on the floor. Tom was awoken just after they fell asleep and he felt rather disappointed that he missed out on everything.

Mod did not come to unlock the basement door, so the two ended up locked there for another night (actually, a couple nights until the President's magic period was over). The guards did not help because they were shitheads.

Tom did some buttstuff on the second night. It was cool and after one round, the two couldn't take anything from Tom anymore.

In conclusion, Tom is a ladies man.