Voslar's Pastebin Clops

by Zontargs

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-18 12:50:44 UTC

Futa Applejack

Just imagine Applejack, frustrated, horny, annoyed after a long day, and desperate for some relief. Growling, she pushes you down over a table, draping your chest across it with your ass exposed up in the air. That massive dark orange erection bobs freely in the air, the tip already glistening faintly with a dribble of precum, testament to her pent-up state.

You start to turn, craning your head back to look at her, speak at her, but are quickly stopped by a powerful, open-handed slap to one of your ass cheeks, prompting an undignified yelp. Applejack inches forward, aligning herself with your body, hotdogging her erection between your cheeks, thrusting ever so slowly up and down against your tender flesh. The smooth, hot flesh of her dick massages your asshole, and you unwittingly moan in enjoyment; Applejack's touch feels better than it has any right to.

"You think ah'm blind, sugarcube? Think I couldn't see you eyeballin' me every chance you got? Think I missed all those lil' peeks you kept takin' ever since I got this thing? Ya'll couldn't have been more obvious if ya hung a sign 'round your neck. Well, guess what, partner? It's your lucky day."

Applejack hesitates for just a moment, then pulls away from you. Inwardly, some instinctive part of you cries out in protest at losing the reassuringly solid warmth of her member against your opening, prompting a war of conflicting emotions. Before you can begin to sort them out, however, the pony pulls you back up, guiding you to your knees before her. Blinking, you come face to face with the largest cock you've ever seen. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening at the intimidating sight. Already, the musky scent of her shaft overpowers your senses, turning your thoughts giddy with anticipation.

"S'okay, ah know you don't want to admit it. I ain't gonna make you say anything. So, here's what's gonna happen. Either you're gonna get up, and run out that door, and make damn sure ah don't see you again 'til Twilight comes by and helps me fix this whole mess. Or you're gonna stay right down there, and put that pretty little mouth o' yers to work." She bends down, bringing her face to face you with, and fixes you in place with those piercing green eyes. When next she speaks, her voice is a whisper - not a boast, but a promise. "An' then, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be walkin' funny for a week."

Standing back up, she puts her hands on her hips, her dick still bobbing angrily in your face, and waits.

The moment seems to stretch out forever, a million conflicting emotions warring within you. Part of you is still screaming at you how wrong this is, how fucked up, what are you even thinking, how could you possibly be the least bit interested in this, why are you still here. Still another, intimidated, is telling you this is crazy: you barely knew her. You're not gay. You're not even a pony. And even if you were,  there's no way you could possibly take that... -monster-.

You don't care.

You want it.

You want it all so, so badly.

You spend all your life being reasonable, playing it safe. Not taking risks, never indulging yourself. Always trying to do the 'right' thing, even when you weren't sure why it was supposed to be right at all. And where had it ever gotten you? In this place, at this moment, you know exactly what you want.

You stop resisting.

You have to open your mouth wide to get the tip of Applejack's cock inside, but the effort is well worth it. The smooth, hard flesh, coated with a light drizzle of futanari pony precum, is delicious beyond what you would have imagined, and your moan of satisfaction matches Applejack's as you play your tongue up and down along her shaft, careful to get every last sweet, sticky drop. The underlying smooth, rich flavor of marecock beneath compliments it perfectly, the faint tastes of musk and sweat surprisingly pleasing, and you quickly bring your tongue to her broad cockhead as Applejack rewards your ministrations with another thick dollop. You feel as much as hear her sigh above you as you begin to establish a steady rhythm, bobbing your head up and down gently at that stiff pony member. Her hands come down to rest gently on your head, guiding your pace and patting you affectionately in combination.

"There ya go... good boy. I recokon ya'll got a real talent for this." You flush hotly, surprised at just how much you enjoy the earth pony's condescending praise, redoubling your efforts.

Applejack's breath hitches in her throat as you take her prick deep enough in your throat to gag, the discomfort of the act mitigated by your pride in successfully taking so much of the mare's length. Growing emboldened by your success, your hands join in on the act now, rubbing and caressing at that ample horsecock before wandering down to knead at her equally plump balls. The lightly furred testicles throb in your hand, the farmer groaning from the stimulation, and you actually feel them throb slightly just before another squirt of precum oozes into your mouth. You swallow down her offering eagerly, any lingering reservations rapidly fading in your eagerness to coax more wonderful reactions from the mare. Her rod grows once more in your mouth, momentarily confusing you, before you realize with pride that she's beginning to flare out in preparation for an orgasm. Just the thought of rope after rope of thick Apple-pony cum filling your mouth is enough to overwhelm any remaining remnant of rational thought, and you deepthroat the futapony with abandon, sucking at that wonderfully thick, hot cockflesh for all you're worth.

It seems like the most unfair thing in the world, then, when a gasping Applejack takes hold of your head and pushes you away from her, earth pony strength more than a match for your own. You mewl feebly in disappointment, eyes locked on the throbbing pony meat just inches away. Applejack, however, has something else in mind.

"Haa, haa... alright then, partner. Enough foolin' around. You've had your fun." Reversing her grip suddenly, you have a sudden burst of deja vu as the farmer pushes you against the table, bending you over and exposing your crack to her now well-lubed rod. Your eyes widen as you feel her move in, and the tip of her prick presses against your pucker, firmly in place. "Now, it's time Ah had mine."

She enters you.

For all her size, Applejack's entry is easy enough, that enormous pony cock brooking no resistance as she pushes into you in a single smooth thrust. Every instant seems to come in slow motion: your abused pucker stretching, stretching, stretching before finally admitting the earth mare with a -pop-. The smooth, relentless assault as she buries herself inside of you, inch after excruciating, burning, wonderful, blissful inch filling you to capacity and beyond. Your mistress's beautiful, satisfied sigh as she claims what is rightfully hers. Those hefty dangling cum factories churning away beneath her, readying a fresh load just for you, the physical proof of her dominance of your body. Already, a steady flow of precum coats your insides, further easing her passage into your yielding depths. Your mouth locks open into a silent, wordless 'O' of pleasure as Applejack begins to rut you properly.

"Mmmph...! Ahh, yeah! Yer so tight!" Applejack moans, hands coming up to her own chest to pinch at her nipples. "Buck, so good!"

You would agree, if you weren't already long past words. Your entire world has become Applejack's cock, the farmpony's enormous orange horsedick inside of you the only thing that matters right now. Every body-quaking thrust feels like it should be tearing you apart, the girthy prick more than match for your body. But, whether some latent earth pony magic is at work or just your own euphoria, you feel no pain at all. Every inch of your insides come alive every time Applejack pushes into you, but only pleasure ignites inside your veins, like a burn that forgets to bring pain. Applejack's hands come down to your hips, stabilizing her grip on you, and the pony uses the leverage to deepen her thrusts even more. You cry out in bliss as you feel her medial ring slip inside of you, massaging you, and your asshole stretches wonderfully as just that much more of her sweet flesh widens your pucker. Applejack is panting, now, her movements coming in increasingly forceful, unmeasured thrusts. Her flesh slaps loudly against you now, her hips pressing almost all the way into yours, and those thick, warm balls clapping against your own as they sway underneath her.

"A, almost..." She moans. "Gonna... gonna cum in you. Gonna put my foal juice in you. K, knock... "  She speeds up, hammering against your body with all the considerable strength she can muster, pummeling your already-abused ass, and you feel her cockhead begin to flare widely once more, stretching you even further. "Knock you up... like the little cock-loving slut you are!"

And with that, Applejack collapses on top of you with a cry, wrapping both of her arms around your chest and burying her dick inside of you to the hilt. She holds you tightly against her body, pinning you in place as her cock throbs and twitches inside of you again and again. Hot, soothing warmth floods you immediately, Applejack's thick orgasm painting your insides thoroughly white with pony seed and setting off explosions of pleasure in your mind. You feel your own dick throbbing weakly in sympathetic orgasm, unabashedly reveling in the thorough rutting you have just received. Applejack's own eruption continues long after your own has passed, virile earth pony testicles easily producing enough semen to make your belly bulge slightly with her gift. Your entire body feels blissfully warm, and you clench down weakly on the futanari pony's still-embedded shaft affectionately a couple more times, ensuring that she has given you all she cares to. When the sated earth pony finally pulls free of you with a sigh, only a tiny dribble of white leaks from your body: testament to how deeply she emptied herself inside of you. You frown slightly as that massive member finally exits your body, suddenly feeling so horribly empty. Trembling, you just barely manage to push yourself over - your spent body obeying your commands only reluctantly - and look up at your lover.

Applejack's large chest heaves in deep breaths, that and her red face the only immediately noticeable signs of exertion. Her moody demeanor from before is now completely gone, replaced with an expression of serene contentment.

"Not... not bad, sugarcube. Not bad at all." She hesitates for a moment. "Say... ya'll wanna go get a cup of coffee or somethin'? I reckon maybe you and I could get to know each other a little better. And, ya know..." She leans back, suddenly looking anywhere except directly at you, a blush to her face that has nothing to do with being tired. " ... Maybe, if it's all right with you, I'll send Twi a letter about fixin' this and tell 'er there's no hurry."

Pinkamena

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Your foot echoed rhythmically off the hard stone floor of the cell beneath you. Alone in a bare, windowless, dimly-lit room with nothing more than a cot to rest upon, you had long since lost track of time. You figured you had probably been in here for at least two or three hours by now - enough time for your hot anger to finally run cold - but it burned within you still, nonetheless. Aimlessly, you stared at the floor, your foot continuing it's steady tap as you relived the events that had brought you here. You'd overreacted. You knew that now. But still, that stallion had fucking baited you. He knew exactly what he was doing; every condescending, mocking word, every shit-eating grin, every time he 'stumbled' into you and spilled your drink...

You know what? Fuck it. Even if it landed you here, wiping the smile off that little prick's face had been totally worth it.

It was certainly a side of the quiet, peaceful, idyllic little pony town that you'd never seen before; you'd never even known they had a jail before, and you still hadn't seen any actual police - it'd been a posse of ordinary townsfolk who'd dragged you here. You'd tried explaining the situation to them, but it seemed like they weren't particularly inclined to listen to the word of an outsider when a local was the one sporting the bruises. Judgmental small-town assholes.

Well, you might have raised your voice at them a little, too. Just a little.

With a sigh, you fell back onto the cot, grimacing as your view shifted from the thoroughly uninteresting floor to the equally uninteresting ceiling. The room was big enough, and the cot didn't make for a bad chair, but seriously. How long were they going to keep you here? Was that how the locals dispensed justice around here? Boring offenders to death? Ever since the heavy iron door had slammed shut behind you, you'd heard not a peep from your adorable little captors. This was getting ridiculous, you'd think they could at least -

The sound of the door's metal view port screeching open wasn't really that loud, but in the endless solitude it proved more than enough to make you jump a good foot in surprise.

Looking up, you saw the tan face of a bespectacled pony staring dispassionately back at you. Her grey mane framed a face that was clearly getting up there a bit in the years, but surprisingly smooth and unblemished nonetheless. You wait for her to speak, but she seems content simply to regard you, eyes searching up and down your body with clinical detachment. Several long seconds later, just as you're beginning to become annoyed enough with the silent treatment to speak, the metal slab slides back into place, blocking her from view. Almost immediately, you hear muffled voices.

"This is the one?"

"Yes."

"Witnesses?"

"At least a dozen ponies. It was him, no doubt about it."

"Did he have anything to say in his defense?"

"Only if you count 'that bastard had it coming,' ma'am."

A long, low sigh.

"... What shall we do, ma'am?"

Another sigh, shorter this time. "... Well, he hasn't left us much choice, really. Carry out the standard sentence, then cut him loose. Has she been contacted yet?"

"Actually, she showed up half an hour ago, ma'am." A pause. "I... I think she was already in a bad mood when she heard the news."

"Hm. Well, at least that will get this whole thing over with sooner. I know she says she's happy to help, and I know she says this helps her blow off some steam, and Celestia knows it's been effective... but I still don't like seeing her this way."

You frown as the sound of hoofsteps begin to fade away into the distance, the two mares evidently taking their leave. What... the hell was that? No, seriously, what the hell was that? For the first time since the night began, a tiny flicker of doubt shoots through you. You'd never heard anything about pony disciplinary practices before, but given - well, everything you'd thus far experienced in Equestria - you couldn't possibly imagine them being anything that harsh. And they were going to be doing this immediately? Just what had you gotten yourself into?

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the bolt on your door sliding open.

The door opened slowly, squealing loudly on un-oiled hinges, a shaft of light slowly spilling into the dim room from the brightly-lit corridor. Wincing against the sudden onslaught against your eyes, you raised a hand to your face, shielding it against the light, trying to make out the figure standing in the doorway.

It was a pony, of course. An earth pony mare, you realized, as your eyes adjusted enough to make out the lack of wings or horn. She didn't particularly look like anything special, truthfully. If anything, the hot pink coat and balloon-trio cutie mark adorning her flank almost made her seem laughably anti-climactic after the foreboding conversation you'd just overheard. An equally pink mane hung straight down from her head without any particular stylings or adornments, framing a pair of bright blue eyes that regarded you coldly. Part of you almost wanted to laugh.

Something about the way she looked at you quashed that impulse quite thoroughly.

Wordlessly, she strode into the room, seemingly heedless of the sound the lock clicking heavily back into place. Her pace was slow, unhurried, as she walked along the far wall, not quite coming directly at you.

"... Well, well, well... I hear you've been a very, very bad boy."

You freeze up, mouth suddenly dry despite yourself at the absolutely frigid tone of the little pony's voice.

As she begins to pass by your bed, she stops, not bothering to look at you as she speaks.

"Getting into fights, saying such mean things, even hitting somepony... you've had a busy night, haven't you? This is a peaceful little town, you know. We don't like troublemakers here. We have our own ways of dealing with them."

The inexplicably-terrifying pony suddenly turns, her eyes boring right through you, and you flinch at the intensity of her gaze.

"You know what the Mayor does with people like you, human?" She leans in, matching your backwards-shrink movement for movement, until your head comes to rest firmly against the wall behind you. You feel her breath, hot on your face, bright blue eyes drilling a hole through you. You just barely manage to shake your head.

"She gives them to me."

In a flash, you find yourself being pushed onto your side, a heavy 'oof' escaping you as you fall into the bed. Before you can even begin to protest, you feel a powerful tug, your pants pulling violently free of your legs, button snapping under the earth pony's natural strength. Even as you clutch reflexively at your groin to pull them back, you quickly lose your boxers as well. The fabric easily slides free as the mare grabs them with her teeth and pulls, hard. Stammering, you find yourself completely naked from the waist down. With no attention given to your discomfort, the pony regards your form appraisingly.

"Hm... Not bad. You'll do."

W, what the hell is this?

The pony smiles mirthlessly at your frightened confusion, leaning back to rise up on her hind hooves, balancing against the wall behind you. With a clear view of her underside for the first time, your eyes widen at the sight of the pink mare's equally pink - and rapidly, rapidly growing - stallionhood. The hot pink rod already dwarfs your own even in its semi-erect state, and with every pulse of the pony's heart it seems to twitch higher, extending from its sheath to point directly toward your face. Already, you can see a drop of pearly white precum beading at the tip of her blunted horsecock.

"Still haven't figured it out yet? Well, I guess I'll just go ahead and spell it out then. My name is Pinkamena..."

Abruptly, she thrusts her hips forward, the tip of her dick quickly finding purchase in your stunned, gaping mouth.

"... And this is your punishment."

Though only the tip of Pinkamena's prick enters your mouth, you nearly gag at the overwhelming, musky taste of her flesh in your mouth, instinctively moving to scramble away. Before you make any progress, however, the pony's hooves find the back of your head, holding you in place as she rocks her hips forward once again, driving another couple of inches of throbbing pink mare meat into your mouth. Your mouth stretches open under the continuing growth of the pony's girthy cock, and Pinkamena sighs as you taste another heady dollop of precum being deposited directly on the tip of your tongue. Too stunned to react, you remain still for a long moment, absorbing the surprisingly enjoyable taste of Pinkamena's pre. Encouraged by your lack of resistance, the pony drives another couple of inches of her bulging cock into your mouth before pulling back. A pair of heavy, furry, potent balls swaying back and forth in time with her movements as the pony leisurely fucks your face.

The steadily building rhythm of Pinkamena's movements are enough to snap you out of your stupor, and you quickly try to pull away once more, her vice grip on the back of your head tightening in response as she drives her cock deep enough to make you gag.

"Ah, ah, ah... I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm just getting warmed up, you know?" She chuckles. "You really should try your best to be thorough. After all, later on..." She bends over as much as her posture will allow, while still keeping your lips tightly sealed around her shaft, whispering into your ear. "This is all the lube you're going to get."

Even through the heavy taste and smell of pony cock filling your senses, you hear Pinkamena's words vividly, all thought processes completely shutting down as your mind tries - and fails - to come to terms with what it has just heard.

Several seconds later, you begin to bob your head frantically up and down upon the mare's shaft, liberally coating it with your saliva, tongue seeking out every ridge and vein it can find along the sensitive flesh.

Pinkamena chuckles, patting you on the head.

"Aww, see? You CAN be taught! What a good boy!"

Your cheeks flush with shame at the praise, but you don't dare stop, taking the pony's cock as deep as you can within your mouth to ensure you get as much as you possibly can. Pinkamena's cock swells even more at your sudden enthusiasm, finally reaching its full size, and the pony groans above you as your mouth is tightly stretched open by the sheer girth of her tool.

"Hng... you're, pretty good at this." She smirks. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were enjoying yourself. How about it, human? You like the way my dick tastes? You sure seem happy to suck me off. Maybe you got yourself locked up on purpose, huh? Just that desperate for pony cock, you little slut?"

You moan, unable to help yourself, but don't dare stop. A trickle of shame that has nothing to do with your violation runs through you at Pinkamena's words, your exposed dick quickly rising for both of you to see in unwanted arousal. The logical part of your brain urges you to hurry up, to suck her faster, deeper, harder, to try and get her to come before she can think of trying to shove that monster inside of you. Another part, smaller but growing all the while, simply revels in the taste, the smell, the feel of that monstrously powerful shaft in your mouth.

Pinkamena hisses through her teeth, speeding the bucking of her hips as she begins fucking your face in short, fast pumping motions, tail swishing wildly behind her. You can picture all too vividly the feeling her flare wedging your mouth painfully open, spongy glans twitching again and again as she buries it in your throat, filling your stomach with her virile seed.

It doesn't bother you as much as you feel like it should.

With a cry, the pony suddenly pulls away from you, prick bobbing angrily as she pulls free of the tight confines of your mouth. Her eyes blaze with angry desire, her face locked into a superior sneer, and she strokes furiously at her enormous, saliva-covered shaft.

"Lay down. NOW!"

Too terrified by the roared command and the maddened look in Pinkamena's eyes to even think of resisting, you begin to comply. Your slow, hesitant movements are entirely too slow for the mare's liking, however, and with an impatient growl she grabs at you with both front hooves, flipping you onto your back, driving the breath from you. Wasting no time, the pony quickly crawls atop you, lifting your legs up over her shoulders, her molten-hot cock pressed against your own. Her eyes meet your own, as if daring rebellion. Finding no resistance in your posture, Pinkamena draws back, roaring in triumph as she drives forward and impales her horsecock into your ass.

Hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, too big, too big, too biiiiiiiiiiig, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

"This," Thrust.

"Is what," Thrust.

"You get," Thrust,

"For being, NAUGHTY!" Driving herself into you as deep as your body will allow, she punctuates the statement by grinding her cock inside of you, her enormous spongy cock head pressing firmly into your prostate.

You scream, unable to help yourself, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of being so brutally fucked by the little pink pony. It hurts, oh god does it ever hurt. And yet, every time she drives that foot-long fuckstick just a little bit deeper inside of you, the pain is accompanied by an ever-growing growing pleasure, your gaped asshole gradually adjusting to your rapist's size. Pinkamena smirks into your dazed face, your eyes rolling up in your head as she is able to gradually increase her pace into your tightly gripping depths. Her long, straight hair dangles heavily into your face as she fucks you, the softness of its touch a striking contrast to the body-pounding thrusts of her masculinity.

"Look at that face. You really are enjoying this! Is every human as big a whore for horse dick as you are?"

You can only moan wordlessly in reply, your entire world now focused solely around the futanari cock laying claim to your body. The pink pony has finally bottomed out inside of you now, heavy balls slapping into you with every thrust, and you gasp under the assault, feeling so incredibly, burningly, achingly, wonderfully -full.- Pinkamena pants, her pace becoming frantic and uneven, and you begin to feel her cock flaring inside of you, stretching you open further still, plugging your ass to seal her gift inside.

"Here it... comes! Gonna fill you up... Only thing you're good for!"

Crying out in orgasm, Pinkamena buries her shaft inside you to the hilt, cum-laden balls already tightening against you. "Take it all, bitch!"

A couple of soft twitches are the only warning you get. The warmth of pony cum shooting into you goes quickly from a pair of spurts to a strong, steady jerking of the pony's firmly buried dick, hot, thick seed quickly filling you to your limits. Pinkamena's flare remains firmly lodged in place, however, sealing the load in, and with nowhere else to go you feel it begin to pool inside of you. Pinkamena twitches in orgasm, instinctively pulling you against herself, keeping your body locked to hers as her orgasm plays out. Before long, your belly actually begins to distend slightly under the sheer volume of cum being poured into you, leaving you gasping and trembling at the originality of the sensation. A wave of relaxation runs through you, the mare's thick, smooth cum doing wonders to soothe the still-painful burning of your ass, and you sigh in relief at the feeling. Pinkamena's flare finally diminishes enough for her to pull free of your abused ass with a 'pop,' prompting a cringe - given how sore you feel already, you can only imagine how much tomorrow is going to suck. Briefly, you wonder how hard it is to get prescription pain medication in Equestria. Feeling quite thoroughly defeated, you look blearily up at Pinkamena, still standing over your prone form.

She stares right back - impassive, but at least no longer seeming quite so... aggressive. Looking you up and down in an eery echo of her actions earlier, she nods, apparently satisfied with what she sees.

And then, just like that, her coat and mane suddenly brighten by a good two or three degrees, the previously straight hair leaping up into an unruly, chaotic mess. A beaming smile creases her face, and she giggles in merriment.

"Wowee, that was really fun! I feel a LOOOOOOT better, now. Thanks so so much, mister human! I hope you learned your lesson!"

... I... but... what?

The pony goes on without a pause, not seeming to notice your expression. "Hey, I know you didn't get the best welcome to town, but it's reeeaaaaallly nice here, really, I promise! Hey, you should come by Sugarcube Corner tomorrow and I'll throw you a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party! Oh... well, maybe not tomorrow, you're probably going to be super-duper sore for a while. But don't worry! As soon as you can walk straight, I'll throw you the bestest welcoming party ever!"

Without waiting for a reply, she trots - er, bounces - over to the thick iron door, knocking loudly with... her head. As the door swings open, she turns around one more time to regard you.

"Bye, mister human! And remember, the next time you feel like making trouble..." For just a moment, the smile fades, and you see that dangerous, dark glint in her eyes flare to life once more. "Your ass is MINE."

As quickly as her smile faded, it returns, as full and genuine as ever.

"See ya later!"

Diamond Tiara

Just a little something I whipped up real quick by request.

"But Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" Diamond Tiara whined, carefully employing father-control technique number three: forelegs shoulder length apart, face scrunched in a pout, tone starting low and gradually rising. It was one of her oldest and most time-honored tools, and rarely failed when Filthy was being stubborn about her bedtime or dessert. This time, however, the elder stallion wasn't buying it.

"No buts, young lady. I'm your father and you will do as you're told."

The filly sat down heavily on her well-padded butt, crossing her forelegs angrily and looking away.

"I don't need to do it, daddy! I feel fine, and it's all gross!"

An equally uncompromising glare met her, and the filly flinched internally - he really wasn't going for it. "Diamond Tiara, it's unhealthy to keep your magic all pent up,and you haven't released yours in over a week; don't lie, I've been keeping track." The younger pony opened her mouth to reply, but Filthy Rich kept right on going, not waiting for the inevitable rebuttal. "Besides, even if it wasn't unhealthy, you're an earth pony, sweetie. It's our kind's job to bless the land. That doesn't change just because we happen to have a bit of money. I wouldn't give two bits for an earth pony who thought they were too good for the earth!"

"Easy for YOU to say," Tiara grumbled, still not looking her father directly in the eye. "YOU can just let it out through your hooves, right into the soil."

Filthy Rich sighed, his stern tone temporarily fading as he knelt next to his beloved daughter, nuzzling lightly at her neck. "I know, honey, I know. I know it's embarrassing. But your magic just... works a little differently than normal. It's still good, solid, reliable earth pony life magic; it's just... a different kind of life magic. And it's still important to let it out every now and then, or else it can build up inside you too much and become unhealthy. I know it seems really strange, and I know you don't want anypony else to find out, but you still have to do this. And something tells me that once you're a little older, you'll even start to enjoy it."

Diamond Tiara sighed, curling up into a ball ball on the floor and examining a hoof with idle disinterest, but the tension had left her shoulders. Recognizing the sign, Filthy waited patiently for the little filly to swallow her precious pride enough to say the words. When she finally spoke, he barely heard her, but the words were enough.

"Yes, daddy..."

One short trudge to the upstairs bathroom later, the recalcitrant pony found herself staring at an impressively unimpressed frown in the full-body mirror closest to the bath. Any regular examination of her form would show only that of a fairly ordinary earth pony filly, generous though her rump might be. Concentrating, Diamond Tiara reached down within the depths of her very soul, slowly relinquishing the death-grip she held on her own latent earth pony magics.

One brilliant flash of light later, the dimensions of the room seemed to... ripple, for just a fraction of a second as reality rewrote itself. The change was quick, as it always was, only a momentarily sense of discomfort flooding her before passing as quickly as it came. Diamond Tiara's groin grew, and grew, and grew, and despite the filly's familiarity with the sight, her eyes bulged at the scope of the change this time. Her father had been right; she had held back far too long this time. With the magic finally free of its restricting confines, it bulged forth obscenely, powerfully, quickly growing nearly as large as Diamond's entire body. Though the change had taken only a moment, Diamond Tiara's own surprise took much longer to fully work itself out.

Sandwiched firmly between her body and the floor, a massive, veiny, flaring purple mare cock was already drooling a heavy puddle of precum on the spotless tile floor.

Diamond Tiara winced, taking in the sheer size of her member this time. It was certainly as large as she'd ever seen it, enormous softly furred testicles easily reaching the floor even as she stood. Bringing her hooves down to her stallionhood, she found she couldn't even reach completely around it, hissing at the pleasurable sensation of her warm hooves against the incredibly sensitive skin. The scent of her own heady precum was already filling the room, completely overpowering the lemony scent of freshly-cleaned surfaces. The sweet smell seemed to sink into Tiara's mind, the full weight of powerful breeding instincts demanding the fertile young pony sate her needy flesh. Beneath her, she could feel heavy testicles churning, the pearly white cum desperate for release.

Tiara obliged it. Leaning forward, she balanced against her own massive prick, the thick rod easily supporting her weight, and began to rub up and down as best she could at her hot, throbbing cock. She couldn't hold but so much of it, but gave her best try despite, improvising by rubbing her entire body up and down along the top of the pulsing shaft. She was rewarded by heavy twitch, another thick load of precum oozing out to stain the immaculate white tiles, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

She allowed her mind to wander. The images came freely, her newly hyperactive hormones doing wonders for her imagination.

Snips and Snails, staring wide eyed at her gargantuan shaft, almost bigger than the both of them put together, and then shamefully fleeing in embarassment at their own pathetic displays. She groaned, enjoying the thought more than she thought she would.

Silver Spoon was next, her ever-dependable best friend in pure awe of Tiara's endowment. Spoon trembled, dancing absently from hind leg to hind leg as she stared in unabashed lust. Slowly, hesitantly, the silver-maned filly asked if she could touch it, veneration in her voice.

Diamond smiled, nodding. What were friends for, after all? Of course Silver Spoon could touch her. She deserved it. If she really liked Diamond's cock that much, then she could worship it all she wanted.

Miss Cheerilee, that whore, licked her lips as she tried in vain to rally the class, unable to tear her eyes from her student's throbbing rod, the supposedly-chaste teacher's marehood visibly twitching any time she turned away. Unable to tear the school's riveted gazes from Spoon's display, the bespectacled filly now moaning openly as she humped at her long-time friend's shaft, grinding her soaked little pussy against the tower of cockflesh. At last, the teacher's resolve ended, her true colors showing as she buried a hoof between her legs, frantically playing with her clit, as fully engrossed in the show as anypony else.

Diamond Tiara's breath hitched in her throat, her entire body a frenzied temple of friction as she stroked herself to the fantasies playing out in her mind's eye. She was close now, so close. Her cockhead flared, the solid flesh on the verge of orgasm, hooves schlicking loudly up and down under the lubricating layer of her own precum-coated dick. It wasn't enough, she realized desperately. She needed more. Just a little bit more. Just... a little... bit...

Brilliantly, vividly, the images jumped once more to her mind unbidden.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders, crying out in wanton, rapturous joy as they rode her. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo's faces buried in her heavy balls, licking for all they were worth, the two blank flanks finally proving themselves good for something. Applebloom sat atop her mistress's dick, crying out in desperate need as she worked her tiny slit in vain against Diamond Tiara's engorged cockhead, the prick far too large to fit inside her even despite her best efforts. Even so, the farm pony did not relent, keeping her little whore cunt pressed tightly against Diamond's cockslit, so desperately eager to catch any cum that might escape, needing it inside her, needing Diamond's spunk more than she'd ever needed anything in her life. Diamond screamed out in triumph as she felt the cum surge upwards through her shaft, blasting into her rival's cunt, completely flooding her womb in a single massive ropy strand before jerking free to cover the farm pony's body in a thick coating of horse cum.

Applebloom was going to have her foals.

Tiara's scream matched the one of her fantasies as the most powerful orgasm of her life ripped through her, her massive prick twitching and jerking as it painted the room with lance after lance of thick, warm filly spunk.

Several long, long mmoments later, a thoroughly exhausted Diamond Tiara collapsed heavily to the floor with a sigh, sleep already creeping into the corners of her consciousness.

That night would mark the first of a long, long series of recurring dreams.

Generosity

"Now remember, Rarity. A lady is calm. A lady is graceful. A lady is sophisticated. A lady can handle any disaster that befalls her. A lady..."

The alabaster unicorn sighed, her calm, matter-of-fact tone dying off as she looked down at her unwelcome little - or not so little - 'addition,' bobbing rigidly underneath her with every movement.

"... does not have one of these."

It had started off innocently enough - a little sexual curiosity was a perfectly healthy thing for anypony, after all! With a body like her own, it truly would have been more a crime NOT to do a little experimentation. The shop she occasionally purchased from in Canterlot had been nothing if not discreet in the past, and the Element of Generosity had found many a reason to be appreciative of their wares over the years. She did have some trepidation over at ordering their most recent product, a set of pills guaranteed to 'give any mare an experience the likes of which she'd never felt before,' but in the end, Rarity had allowed herself the indulgence.

She winced as she cast her eyes about the small alcove, getting an all-too-clear look at the jet black horse cock dangling beneath her in every mirror. Would it have killed them to advertise a bit more clearly?

She was at least no slouch in her latest aspect, small comfort though it was. The proud, throbbing shaft utterly trumped that of any but the largest stallions she'd ever seen, both in length and girth. It was warm, almost hot to the touch, and the wonderfully sensitive flesh proved a delightful contrast of soft and smooth skin with the rock-hard solidity of a truly virile erection. A pair of heavy, plump balls completed the picture, aching with their fullness. Rarity could only bite her lip as she imagined the thick cum churning inside them, just waiting to be emptied into some lovely young thing, -hot- and -tight- and -squirming- around her as she thrust into it again and again and...

Rarity shivered, violently shaking her head to drive the unwanted thoughts out. Bad enough she'd decided to try the pills at all, but for the love of Celestia, what had possessed her to do so just as she was beginning to go into heat!?

In any event, she should only have to put up with this for another three or four hours, according to the labeling she had belatedly read. Certainly not the most appealing prospect, but nothing she could not handle. She was already closed for the day, so surely she could withstand this latest trial in relative peace and quiet-

Wait. She HAD flipped the door sign over to CLOSED, hadn't she?

As if on cue, the bell above the door chimed out dutifully as the entrance swung open.

The fashionista let out a little squeak of surprised distress, then a second, louder one as she noticed the semi-circle of mirrors still vividly illustrating her shame. With a speed borne of imminent scandal she lept from the platform, horn glowing to life as she went. A robe, lifted from a nearby ponnequin in her distinctive light-blue glow, met her halfway as she dashed across the room, donning the simple garment in a single well-practiced movement. A quick glance downward prompted a relieved sigh, her proudly jutting rod now thoroughly hidden from sight. Almost by rote memory, the words came from her mouth.

"Hello and welcome to Carousel Boutique, where every garment is chique, uni- Oh, hello there darling. Here for your new shirt, I assume?"

You gave the unicorn a friendly smile as you entered. You had long since learned that given ponykind's rather more liberal attitudes toward the matter of clothing, it paid to stay on the local tailor's good side. If you ever needed new clothes, your options in Ponyville were pretty much Rarity or do-it-yourself.

Yeah, you weren't doing that again.

Besides, while the dressmaker's talents seem to lie a bit too far on the gaudy side for your liking, she was personable enough and responded well when you'd requested some toning down on her original designs in the past. It was thanks to her you didn't have to try to take the train to Canterlot or Manehatten every time you needed a new pair of socks (just don't ask Rarity her opinion on socks as an actual fashion item, that was ALSO a lesson you'd learned the hard way,) and your frequent associations had actually led you to become friendly with the designer.

Still, she seemed a little on the curt side today, so perhaps it's better if you just get what you came for and leave. Following Rarity's instructions, you are led to a small display rack set off to one side of the shop's main floor. Sure enough, the simple T-shirt you'd requested hangs there, only the minor embellishment of Rarity's cutie mark adorning the right shoulder - free advertising, she'd explained to you earlier, and she always knocked the price down a bit when you agreed. Holding the garment up to the light, you nod approvingly.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense, darling! You'll need to try it on at least once." Rarity urged, her designer's pride temporarily outweighing the insistent demands of her throbbing member. She may not have been at her best at the moment, but there was no chance she would let a customer leave her shop without making absolutely certain their new clothes fit!

Her resolve crumbled once more, however, as you removed your previous shirt.

Rarity couldn't explain what was so appealing about watching humans undress - perhaps it was the completely naked, fur-less skin, or the simple taboo they always seemed to apply to the act - but she felt it just as keenly as everypony else always seemed to. The fashionista could not help but stare at your back, licking her lips slightly at the sight of you unsuspectingly shedding your covering. The years in Ponyville had been kind to you, a combination of robust diet, demanding physical activities, and plenty of sunlight doing wonders for your physique, and Rarity felt her member twitch appreciatively at the exotic display. You were no stallion, perhaps, but you were... very pleasingly proportioned, all the same.

She fought down the small twinge of disappointment as you finished changing, spreading your arms and looking yourself approvingly up and down. A simple enough request, to be sure, but Rarity had handled it with her usual attention to detail, and you couldn't help but smile at the precise fit. The fabric felt great, too, somehow just the perfect combination of soft and resilient. With a satisfied nod, you thanked your generous host.

"Oh, not a problem at all, darling! I do so enjoy pushing my creative limits, and your... unique physique..." She trembles slightly, "makes for such a compelling canvas to work upon. It is, as has always been, a pleasure." Despite the continued warmth tingling through her limbs, Rarity managed a genuine smile. Still, she knew she would have to make this quick. Watching you change like that had been almost more than the increasingly lust-addled unicorn could take, the straw that broke the camel's back. She could feel her breath beginning to come a bit more heavily, cheeks flushing with arousal. By Celestia, this heat was going to be a strong one. Doing her best to hurry things along as politely as she could, she continued.

"Now then, if you'll just produce the agreed upon sum of bits, I'll be happy to see you off."

With another nod, you pull your bit bag from its place on your belt. Frowning a bit, you wistfully remember the days of credit and debit cards, not having to carry around a big bag full of heavy, noisy gold coi- shit!

The bag slips from your hand, ringing as it hits the floor. Your hard-earned cash immediately scatters, rolling every which way across the well-polished floors. Cursing, you bend at the waist, stooping to recover your lost money.

And unwittingly present the perfect view of your butt to your beleaguered pony host.

Rarity's eyes bulge, the breath catching in her throat at the sight. Your butt bobs to and fro slightly as you chase after your loose coins, perfectly framed by the confining material of your pants. Rarity groaned, long and low, but made no effort to avert her gaze. It was simply too much. Vision filled her mind's eye, telekinesis viciously pulling down those pants as a pair of snow-white hooves straddled you, aligning perfectly with your hips before pushing forward as hard as they could until flesh met flesh, the unicorn taking what was rightfully hers and...

Rarity shook her head violently, eyes shut tightly as though to deny the images. Faintly, she began to scent her own musk, still light but rising rapidly with her excitement. Maybe she had been going about this the wrong way. She liked you, right? And you always seemed to like her. She just needed a little... help, right now. There was nothing shameful about that, was there? No, of course not. Really, she felt silly for making such a big deal of this earlier. She liked you, you liked her. There was no reason not to indulge.

Rarity stopped resisting.

"Oh, by the way, darling..." Her voice came differently, now. Lower. More confident. "I do have a little... problem that I would just love to get your help with." She smiled disarmingly. "Tell you what: If you'll agree to help me this evening, then your new garment will be on the house! What do you say?"

You scratch your head a little, surprised by the unicorn's sudden shift in demeanor. Earlier, she'd seemed like she wanted you gone as soon as possible, and now she was asking you to stay? Still, you think as you look down at your newly-recovered bits, the idea of a completely free shirt sounds pretty good. Rarity's work is as good as you could ask for, but she certainly tends to charge accordingly. Shrugging down a vague sense of foreboding, you smile thankfully at the pony, and agree.

Rarity's eyes glimmer victoriously, but she has no other immediate reaction. A bright red blush spreads across her cheeks, visibly even beneath her coat. A tiny, hungry little smile flits across her face, vanishing almost before you notice it. A brief pause ensues.

"... Are you quite sure about this, darling? Once the deal is sealed, I intend to hold you to it."

... Umm....

... Yes?

Rarity smiles deeply. The tension drains visibly from her shoulders.

"Well then. Let's not waste any more time."

Rarity's horn lights up, the distinctive tell-tale glow of telekinesis enveloping it, yet you do not see any of the room's objects covered in the corresponding magic field. It comes as a complete surprise to you, then, when the pony's favorite fainting couch comes barreling directly into the back of your legs from behind. With a shout of surprise, you find yourself pitching backwards, falling onto the soft surface. It cushions your fall, but you still wind up with the breath knocked out of you, coughing slightly and distracting you as the glow re-orients itself - this time, with your body. With familiarity bred of years of practice, Rarity effortlessly and instantly sets about unbuttoning buttons, unlacing shoes, unbuckling buckles, and pulling vestments from you in a flurry of motion. Too overwhelmed and surprised to react, you only finally manage a protective grab at your underwear as it begins to fly from you, a distressed cry escaping your lips.

"Now now, my dear."

Rarity looms over your prone form on her hind legs, balancing herself against the couch where your legs lay draped over it, still smiling that unnerving little smile.

"You won't be needing those, I assure you."

The telekinetic force gripping your underwear redoubles, pulling them from your grasp and leaving you naked and prostrate before the unicorn designer.

A few stupefied blinks later, you move to rise, brow creasing in anger. The retort dies on your lips, however, as Rarity shrugs free of the loosely-fitted black robe. The strength leaves your limbs in time with the thoughts draining from your head, and you fall back down to the couch, your eyes now glued to the enormous, rock-hard horsecock dangling beneath the prim and proper fashionista. For several long seconds, all you can do is stare in transfixed wonder at the shamelessly lewd display. A heavy bead of precum already sits precariously perched on the tip of Rarity's glans, highlighting the mare's readiness. An unconscious flick of her tail serves to draw your attention to her equally large testicles, the dark flesh standing out vividly against the moving purple background. If anything, Rarity's shaft seems to grow more erect under your gaze, the massive, powerful rod easily putting your own to shame.

"Now then, darling, I think it's time you fulfilled your end of the bargain."

You yelp in off-guard surprise as Rarity's field seizes you directly, raw desire easily compensating for any lack of magical strength on the unicorn's part. The world spins as you abruptly find yourself turned to lie upon your stomach, facing away from the lust-driven mare. Planting your hands against the surface of the couch, you move to push yourself up, but quickly find your arms enveloped in a gentle, but insistent blue glow, drawing them further down away from your body and robbing you of your leverage. Reflexively, you try to draw up your feet, scrambling for purchase, but quickly find them being pulled dwn and spread apart, warm white hooves overpowering you with surprising strength. As soon as they are clear, you feel the fashionista slipping between your legs, positioning your body just in front of her, your butt helplessly exposed over the edge of the couch.

And, you realize, looking desperately over your shoulder, perfectly aligned with her groin.

Heart pounding in your chest, you can only watch with wide eyes as the unicorn sandwiches her cock between your cheeks, leisurely hotdogging herself between your buns, gliding her cock up and down against you. Every nerve in your body alive with adrenaline, you acutely feel every inch of smooth, hot futanari pony prick as it rubs against your exposed asshole. Rarity's cockflesh oozes precum almost continuously now, rapidly coating the entire shaft in a wet, slick sheen, her unhurried grinding serving to liberally cover the entire rod with natural lubricant.

With a thrill of horrified surprise, you realize your own cock, still buried out of sight sandwiched between your body and the cushions, is now almost painfully hard.

Rarity... please...

The unicorn's smile temporarily shifts, the smug expression of victory on her face turning to one of sympathetic affection. She leans over your prone form, her body soft and warm against yours, and whispers in your ear, still gently grinding her shaft against your butt all the while.

"Oh, come now, darling. We made a deal, after all. Besides, you have my solemn vow." She kisses you tenderly on the cheek. "You are going to enjoy this."

Abruptly shifting the angle of her thrusts, Rarity repositions herself. You feel her glans, soft and hot, and yet so firm and unyielding, press firmly against your pucker. Breathless with anticipation, you can only breathe heavily, waiting for the inevitable, helpless beneath the dominating fashionista. Still bent over you, you feel Rarity's breath, exhaling hotly against your ear. She takes her time, enjoying the anticipation, exulting in her power of you.

"Here it comes."

Firmly, she pushes in.

Your tight pucker resists her only for a moment before giving way, and you gasp as the thick cockhead pushes its way inside. Rarity does not wait, however, following the abrupt entry with an excruciatingly, agonizingly, bliss-inducingly slow press into you. You can only tremble, panting, as inch after inch of hot, thick pony dick forces itself into you, as gentle as it is unstoppable. You hear Rarity moan above you, straightening to give herself a better grip on your prone form, forelegs gripping tightly at your hips for better leverage as she continues to push more and more of herself into your hot, tight depths.

"Ohhhhhh yes... so, so good... This is what I needed..."

Rarity licks her lips, smiling in simple, primal joy as she looks down at where her fuck stick slowly disappears inside of you. She's never felt so powerful in her life, and she can't help but give an extra-hard little push, further spreading your cheeks upon her massive shaft. You squeak under the sudden onslaught, eyes tightly shut against the overwhelming sensations filling your body. Rarity can't help but feel a little flush of love shoot through her, the entire scene feeling somehow so profoundly right. Why had she ever tried to avoid this? She couldn't imagine anything more perfect. As Rarity's flesh finally disappeared inside of you all the way up to the medial ring, she finally relented, admiring the sight of you so deeply stuffed full of marecock.

"Ohh, such a good boy! I know it can't be easy, but you're doing so wonderfully, darling."

You still can't do much more than twitch and groan, completely overwhelmed, feeling so indescribably, incomparably -full-. Rarity remains stationary inside you for a long while, still murmuring quiet praises here, brushing gently at your hair there, as she lets you adjust to her size. Gradually, the mild pain of being so stretched begins to fade, the burn of discomfort giving way to the burn of fulfillment. Your muscles cling to the enormous shaft inside you, embracing it, and you find your soft moans gradually shifting from tones of fatigue to ones of desire, your body growing to accommodate the virile flesh dominating it. You whimper slightly, your body itself begging for more, needing to feel that heavy phallus moving inside you again.

Rarity doesn't disappoint.

Satisfied that you're ready, the futanari picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of you now in strong, measured strokes. Her meat has still been steadily drooling precum inside of your rectum the entire time, easing her passage, and the pony's thick fluids continue to service her now. Your ass is tight around her, but Rarity more than equal to the task. Your muscles seem to turn to jelly, completely submitting to the demands of your better, and you cry out in satisfaction as Rarity's thick rod spreads your ass open again and again. The slick sounds of precum-lubricated length fill the room as the pony stuffs it into you rhythmically, plump balls swaying underneath her in time with her thrusts. Rarity's eyes shine in triumph at your now-complete submission, redoubling her pace as she humps against you, driving just a little deeper with every push. Pony hips coming ever closer to colliding with human ones as the unicorn drives into you with increasing force, determined to fit the entire length of her horse cock inside of you.

"Tell me. Tell me how much you want my dick. Tell me how much you love it! Beg for my cum, human!"

And you do. Moaning, crying out, consumed by wanton lust, the words tumble from your mouth, praising the immaculate white unicorn. Nopony else could possibly compare. Nopony else could ever fuck you like this. She's everything. She's perfect. You need her cum in you. You NEED it!

The last of Rarity's resolve crumbles at your words. She bends over against you once more, breathing heavily into your ear, long hair draping against your shoulders as she jackhammers at your asshole as hard as she can. So consumed are you by the sensation of her prick thrusting madly away at your insides, you almost miss the sensation of those heavy balls slapping against you, the unicorn's girthy cock now fully embedding itself inside of you with every push. Rarity groans into your ear, a long, low sound.

"C, c, cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming-...!"

With a feminine cry, the pony hilts herself inside of you, hips pressed tightly to yours, and empties herself.

The Element of Generosity more than lives up to her title, powerful cannon spurts of pearly white mare cum flooding into you. You can feel the fashionista trembling, but her grip remains strong, and she stays firmly locked to you as her flared cock spurts again and again. The warm tingling of unicorn seed fills your bowels completely within seconds, soothing your tenderized ass. You moan in blissful relief, your own nearly-forgotten cock having long since blown its load in time with your mistress's. A warm, pleasant buzz fills your thoughts, the latent magic of harmony filling your mind in concert with the euphoria of orgasm. Rarity collapses against you with a sigh as her balls finally empty themselves completely into your grasping, coaxing depths, the poor unicorn's body thoroughly spent from its exertions. You smile at the warmth of her body pressed to yours, feeling absolutely no desire to move, still enjoying the feel of your mistress's cock tightly plugging your ass. Her hooves clutch instinctively at you, wrapping around your body, and you feel her chest begin to rise and fall in the deep, steady breaths of a sound sleep, quickly lulling you into one of your own.

You leave Carousel Boutique the next morning sore, but supremely satisfied. In one hand, you hold a bag containing the newest addition to your wardrobe; in the other, a receipt for the several more articles of clothing you'd commissioned just this morning, to be produced here and there over the next few weeks. You didn't really need any more clothes right now, truthfully, and there was certainly no way you had the bits to cover it.

That was fine; somehow, both you and Rarity were confident you'd be able to work something out.

The Breezies

Extreme content ahead, even by my usual standards. You have been warned.

Breezies kind of creeped you out.

Oh, they seemed harmless enough - downright friendly even, almost even moreso than the ever-cheerful ponies. But... they were little... butterfly, pony, things... and the were always so freaking happy about something or other, and...

Well, it was just weird, alright?

They sure didn't bother Fluttershy though. The normally timid pony was as energetic as you'd ever seen her, fussing over the little things with a constant beaming smile, talking with them, looking after them. You couldn't help but smile a little bit watching her, glad she invited you even despite the bizarre company. She really was beautiful when she smiled.

But as the afternoon wore on, that smile seemed to grow a little more strained. The breezies never stopped belong friendly towards either one of you, but for all of her caretaking prowess, Fluttershy seemed increasingly overwhelmed. More than once, you saw her take a step back, looking over the colony as a whole, and biting her lip apprehensively. Well, it wouldn't be all that surprising if she'd simply reached her limit for the day, you decided. She was still an introvert, after all.

Clearing your throat, you waited until a lull in the conversation and approached. One of the breezies - a bright blue thing with a disproportionately long mane - buzzed up in front of you, smiling widely.

"Mr. Human! Are you ready to play again?"

Demurring politely, you asked if you could borrow Miss Fluttershy for just a moment.

Several of the breezies pout, disappointed at being denied their playmate, but you eventually withdraw a low, reluctant "Oooookaaaaaaaaay..." Fluttershy smiles reassuringly at the group, promising them she'll be back in just a moment, and follows you back across the clearing. The calmness on her face slowly fades away as she steps away from her new friends, and by the time the two of you sit down, she looks upset. You brush a strand of hair out of the frazzled mare's face.

"Tired, Fluttershy? You ready to call it a day? We can stop if you want to."

The pegasus blinks, surprised at the question, then a look of dawning comprehension appears on her face.

"Oh, no, no. It's not that. I love spending time with all of my little friends. I'm truly honored that Princess Celestia chose me to help them. It's just..." She looks back over her shoulder, where the frolicking group of breezies are still idly entertaining themselves. "... I didn't expect there to be so many."

You frown a bit. Sure, the breezies are a bit of a handful - anything that straightforwardly friendly is just weird, so far as you're concerned - but Fluttershy seems to have been dealing with them wonderfully so far. You say as much.

Fluttershy shakes her head, not convinced. "Thank you... oh, and thanks again for coming with me." She nuzzles your hand affectionately before continuing. "I've been trying my best, of course, but the hardest part is yet to come. The breezies are endangered... there are so few left, and they're only just now starting to come back. For a while there, we actually thought they'd gone extinct! It's just so important that we all do our part to help them recover and prosper again."

And you are doing your part, Fluttershy. You're doing a great job.

She frowns, eyes shining wetly with emotion. "Oh, but... I just didn't expect there to be so many! I want to help, really I do! But there's no way I can handle them all, I just can't!"

Fluttershy clutches you with both forelegs, seeming on the verge of tears. "P, please... I'm so very, very, very sorry! I would never ask you to do this if it wasn't so important! But please... won't you help me take care of the breezies? Even just one or two? We can't lose them again, we just can't!"

You rock back a little bit instinctively, surprised at the soft-spoken mare's outburst. You've seen Fluttershy this passionate before, but rarely. It really doesn't make any sense to you. You knew she was always a bit too hard on herself, but she's really selling herself short here (and maybe you, a little too high) if she thinks she needs your help with this. Still, it's obvious just how much the topic is bugging her, and there's no way on earth - er, Equestria - you'll risk making Fluttershy cry. Who knows, maybe all she really needs is knowing she's got someone in her corner for that little confidence booster. You pull her in close, whispering soothingly to the distressed pony.

Alrigtht, alright, Fluttershy. It's okay. I'll do whatever it takes to help the breezies.

Sniffling slightly, Fluttershy lifts her head from your chest, looking up at you.

"Really?"

"Of course!"

The change is immediate. You have only a second to take in her lifting features before she pulls back slightly, immediately diving into a tackle-hug around your waist.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I can't tell you how much this means to me. Between the two of us, we should be able to take care of this no problem. Oh, let's hurry back! The sooner we get started, the better!" Taking your hand in her mouth, Fluttershy gently but firmly tugs you back towards the still-playfully-flitting group of miniature butterfly ponies. At your approach, the swarm immediately stops what they were doing, a chorus of tiny voices greeting both of you.

"I have such wonderful news, my pretties! It's finally time to get started! My dear friend has decided to join us; he'll be helping me take care of you all."

A adorably high-pitched cheer comes from the crowd, and you and Fluttershy are rapidly surrounded by tiny, colorful floating forms.

Fluttershy smiles. "Now, everyone. Remember, since it will be both of us available for the Joining today, there will be plenty of room for all of you. So no arguing and no pushing, okay? I promise you'll all get a turn."

You cock an eyebrow at that. The Joining? What does that mean? Still, Fluttershy is on a roll, and you decide not to interrupt.

One of the breezies zips right up front of your face, and you instinctively recoil a bit. She looks you over, darting this way and that, then finally comes to a stop right back where she started, an enormous grin on her face. She zips over to Fluttershy.

"Miss Fluttershy, Miss Fluttershy! I like this one, I like him! Can I go first? Pleeeeeaaaaaaase?"

Fluttershy appears to consider... whatever it is the breezie asked for, exactly. At her obvious hesitation, the painfully adorable mini-pony's lip quivers, eyes shining in an obviously well-practiced pleading puppy dog routine. Once again, you don't know quite what to say, and opt to simply watch the exchange.

It's more than Fluttershy's non-existent cute resistance can take, and she nuzzles the little creature affectionately, giggling slightly. "Oh, alright. But you have to be gentle, now. You all still remember the spell?"

"Yes, Miss Fluttershy!" The tiny chorus answers.

She nods, approvingly. "Then go ahead."

The familiar hum of magic filling the air surprises you - even moreso when you feel yourself fall under the gentle flow of energy. Turning your head, your eyes bulge out slightly - the entire swarm, shines with the characteristic glow of a unicorn horn! Each breezie's eyes are tightly shut in concentration as they slowly hover in place, and you realize in shock that the group is somehow combining all of their collective energies and channeling it into a single magical effect. Was that even possible?

Apparently so, as your knees go weak. You stumble on suddenly unsure legs, swaying in place before you fall back on your butt in the soft grass. Whatever they're doing, the strength seems to be leaving you, a comforting warmth enveloping your entire body as it becomes unresponsive. You try to protest, numbly, but the words slur as they leave your mouth. Gently, Fluttershy eases you the rest of the way to the ground.

"Um, I'm sorry. The elasticity spell affects everypony a little bit differently. You should be a little weak, but I didn't expect that much." Kneeling down, she kisses you lightly on the forehead. "Thank you again, though, so much, for helping me do this! It's the only real way the Breezies will ever manage to repopulate, after all."

... Wait, what!?

Not noticing the sudden widening of your eyes, Fluttershy continues talking as she gently pulls off first your shoes, then your shirt, then your pants. "I know it probably seems very strange to you, but the Breezies really do need to merge with other intelligent creatures periodically. They can't survive on their own forever. I really am so grateful to you for doing this; it only takes a few days, I promise. The elasticity spell will help them enter you, it shouldn't hurt at all. Once they're inside us, they'll... just..." For the first time in the conversation, Fluttershy blushes a little. "... They'll 'combine' with us for a little while.

A moment passes. As your urgent - and equally incoherent - panicked grunts and mutters fill the air, Fluttershy beams. "Yes, it -is- wonderful, isn't it?"

Anything else you might've tried to spit out is silenced, as the same breezie who 'chose' you earlier has apparently run out of patience. "Joining time!" She gleefully announces, before landing on the ground right between your spread legs. You twitch uselessly, muscles still unresponsive.

The breezie approaches slowly, taking in the sight of your comparatively-massive prick and balls. Almost revently, she presses a tiny, warm hoof into the soft flesh of your sack, giving out a small 'oooooh...' as she does so. Leaning in closer, she presses her face against your balls softly, nuzzling them, and inhales deeply. A tiny tongue darts out, sampling your taste, and you groan at the feel of the hot, wet flesh tracing up and down your balls. Your body traitorously begins responding to the sensation, cock slowingly beginning to stiffen: as immobile as you are, you still feel every inch of yourself acutely. The breezie comes away with a dazed look, a goofy grin etched into her features. Fluttershy giggles at the sight.

"Now remember, there are others waiting for a turn too. Don't you think you should get started?"

"Yes, Miss Fluttershy!" Comes the all-too-eager answer. Satisfied, the pegasus smiles down at you warmly.

"Well then, I'd better get started too. Have fun!" Turning, Fluttershy heads off, trotting towards a happily-smiling group of breezies a short distance away. You watch her go out of the corner of your eye, silently praying she'll come to her senses and turn around.

The breezie steals your attention once again, wrapping herself into a full-bodied hug around your rapidly-hardening member with a sigh. "Ohhhhhh, yes..." Eyes closed in bliss, she grinds slowly against your shaft, caressing and rubbing up and down your length, occasionally kissing lightly at the head of your cock with the soft affection of a lover. "I can't wait to be part of you."

Before the sick, confused thrill that shoots through you at her words can fade, she presses a hoof down, directly into your cockslit.

Sensation explodes through you. Not the pain you were expecting, though; if anything, the flesh of your cock tingles with delightful pleasure, the carefully applied Breezie spell easily compensating for the tiny creature's presence, and even rewarding it. Your diminutive lover begins to pump her leg in and out of your slit rhythmically, gradually sinking it deeper and deeper into you on every push, an enraptured look on her face. Over her shoulder, you see several more of her bretheren watching the obscene display in uncharacteristically breathless silence. You moan, unable to help yourself. Every time she pushes into you sends your entire cock alight with pleasure, precum beginning to flow through it as you reach full mast. It squelches lewdly as it reaches the breezie's invading hoof, further lubricating and easing her passage, and she giggles.

"Oh, you like that, huh? Don't worry, plenty more where it came from!" With a wink, she releases her other foreleg's hold on your shaft, now clinging to you simply with her hind legs and the steady flapping of little wings, and presses the second leg in alogside the first.

Once more you brace yourself for pain, but only an intense pleasure roars through your mind. You don't know how much of this is the breezies' spell and how much is simply your own lust, but you're rapidly ceasing to care: one way or the other, it feels so very, very right. Eyes rolling back in your head, you submit to the powerful sensations shooting through your body as your tiny lover sounds your prick enthusiastically. Unable to help themselves, several of the onlooking breezies swarm your testicles in unspoken accord. Your balls come alive with a similar pleasure as countless soft, delicate hooves knead and massage at your flesh, interrupted only ocassionally by the eager licking of several tongues.

So lost are you in your own overwhelming feelings that it takes you a moment to recognize moans that are neither yours nor the breezies'. Just barely managing to blearily turn your head, you see Fluttershy. The pegasus is lying on her side, panting, eyes glazed with joy. Her top leg is behind held carefully out of the way by a pair of breezies, several more suckling greedily at her clit. As you watch, one particularly bold breezie pushes itself powerfully against her twitching pussy lips, burying as much of itself inside of her tunnel as it can. You watch, unable to look away, as its entire head disappears inside of Fluttershy's marehood - feeling bizarrely jealous for a moment - and yet the tiny creature still seems unsatisfied. It continues to push into her, writhing and squiriming, its body disappearing inch by inch into the hot, wet embrace of welcoming pony pussy.

It's managed to fit almost half of itself inside of her when Fluttershy's marehood winks, pulling the breezie completely inside of her in a single powerful contraction.

Fluttershy throws her head back, screaming long and loud and real, pussy convulsing as she cums instantly from the stimulation.

The action stops completely, all eyes glued on the pegasus as she thrashes in the throes of an intense orgasm. Fluttershy bites her lip, hoof scraping aimlessly at the ground as she rides the sensation of her orgasm. She could feel the diminutive body still eagerly working its way deeper inside of her, so close now to its prize. Fluttershy's pussy churned and roiled about the breezie, completely soaked in her fluids, but it fought its way forward regardless. The pegasus's cervix dilates obligingly at the breezie's approach, opening wide to receive it. With a victorious cry, the butterfly pony pushes forward, the entrance to Fluttershy's womb sealing shut protectively behind her as it welcomes the breezie to its new home.

Fluttershy's orgasm this time is hard enough to squirt all over the nearest breezie, completely covering it in her femcum. The tiny pony blinks, regarding its honey-soaked body for just a moment, before flinging itself at Fluttershy's waiting vulva with an eager cry. Whatever last measure of restraint the breezies seem to possess vanishes, the entire swarm of creatures going into a frenzy as they descend upon both of you.

A small group of the flutterponies begin bickering, jostling and jockeying between Fluttershy's legs for the right to be the next one into her awaiting womb, but you pay little attention as your own suitors resume their ministrations. The eyes of the breezie still atop your cock gleam as she pushes forward, pressing herself face-first into your glans. Between the natural lubrication of your pre, the previous sounding, and the elasticity spell still firmly in effect, she has no trouble at all. Her head slips into you effortlessly, and you can actually feel her tiny moan reverberating through your sensitive flesh as the tiny creature finally gets what she wants. Your cock bulges obscenely with the outline of her form, wriggling deeper and deeper inside of you. You can't do anything to stop it, you know.

You're not sure you want to, anymore.

Once the breezie is in up to her flanks, delicate little wings tickling the inside of your shaft, she encounters a problem. Suddenly deprived of leverage, her hind legs squirm and kick futily, trying desperately to force her little body down your stretched cock. You can see almost every line of her body indented in your own flesh, and the obscenity of it all is nearly as intoxicating as the bolts of electric pleasure that her movements send through you. Two more breezies float up to the tip of your shaft, wasting no time as they take hold of their sister's legs, pushing her deeper inside of you. Their faces flush with longing as your cock slowly consumes the breezie, her flesh disappearing inside yours with agonizingly wonderful slowness.

It's all too much. Way too much. Your cumslit pulls shut behind the last little bit of breezie hindquarter, enveloping her fully, and your entire body trembles as you cry out in one of the strongest orgasms of your life. Your cock twitches and jerks again and again, but like no orgasm you'd ever had before. Every pulse seems to pull the little creatue deeper rather than forcing her out, and you can trace her path down the inside of your shaft by the bulge she makes in your flesh. She moves down your cock quickly now, in spurts and jerks, your perception of time seeming to slow as the impossible moment drags out in a blissful haze.

With an audible plop, you feel the little creatue come to a rest firmly inside one of your balls, your body stretching easily to accomodate her. Her gleeful, victorious cry echoes clearly through your flesh, the triumphant flutterpony nestling snugly inside of you.

The others do not give you any time to recover. The next breezie goes in hind legs first, 'ooooooo'ing at the feel of your cumslit wrapped itself tightly around her hooves, the third breezie kissing her hungrily on the lips as it awaits its own turn. This one goes down much more quickly, the cum-slicked passage letting her slide freely down into your body with only a minimum of friction, in yet another mind-numbing wave of pleasure. You feel her squirm inside of you as she goes, licking and caressing your ultra-sensitive inner flesh, and another breezie is only too happy to match her efforts on the inside, flying up to your prone form and jacking you off with full-body motions as much as she can. A second, smaller orgasm roars through you as the sedond breezie finds its own home, curling up happiy around the opposite testicle of the first, licking at the cum-filled orb with a happy little sigh.

A third follows, and a fourth, paroxysms of pleasure actually making you kind of glad you can't move much, now - with as hard as your body is shaking, you'd probably hurt yourself otherwise. Your cock bulges and writhes lewdly, a breezie hugging and suckling happily at either testicle and two more squirming inside your cock itself. You tremble, just barely holding onto consciousness amidst the torrent of sensation, but the breezies still have one last trick to play.

From each of the four breezies, you suddenly feel a rising warmth, the familiar tingling of magic enveloping your body once more. This time, it's firmly localized to your groin, and looking down, you see four bright points of light, glowing clearly even through your flesh. It grows hotter and hotter, somehow not burning you, and a rush of anticipation floods your mind as you tense, worried. You feel the magic probing at your mind, your very soul, as though requesting access, and you instinctively fight against it.

And yet... whatever it is, it somehow feels so very... right. Your reluctance fades, slowly but surely, and you submit yourself to the warm embrace of the spell, welcoming it into your very essence.

Your world dissolves into a bright white light of bliss, and you lose interest in everything for a while.

You awaken a few minutes later.

Your first thought, of course, is to wonder if it was all a dream. You still lie in the clearing, but there's not a breezie in sight. You know, though - you KNOW - that that was no dream.

The second thought is the realization that you actually feel pretty good. Like, REALLY good, actually. Energy seems to course through your veins, muscles brimming with strength, and you feel like you could hop up and run a marathon, right now, just for the hell of it. There's no drowsiness, no aches and pains, just surging confidence, and you grin despite yourself, feeling the best you've felt in years.

The afternoon's previous events suddenly flooding back to you once more in the dying light of the sunset, you look to your groin. It isn't bulged obscenely anymore, you realize, and you sigh in heavy relief. Maybe the breezies, er... 'vacated' while you were unconscious?

Come to think of it, though... don't you look a lot bigger down there?

Blinking, you realize it's true: your proportions are right on the money again, but both your cock and balls are distinctively larger and heavier-looking now. Far from experiencing any lingering discomfort from your ideal, they too seem to surge with newfound strength, and you can practically feel the enormous load of cum resting in your balls, just begging to be used on some lovely young mare.

But what really draws your attention are four tiny, colored marks dotting your length: Two light-blue shapes, one adorning each ball, and two more, a yellow and a pink, proudly adorning your shaft. They look for all the world like tattoos, as natural and as perfectly shaped as though they'd always been there, and the outlines are unmistakably those of the breezies who'd happily pushed their way inside your body, now engraved into your very flesh.

Your own Breezie Marks.

As though on cue, you hear a happy little sigh.

*So warm...*

Spinning, you look reflexively over your shoulder, but see nothing. THe voice giggles lightly in amusement. Three more quickly join in.

*Not out there... in here, silly!*

Wait, what!? You begin to panic slightly, suspecting the truth, but a warm, soothing wave of comfort overrides the budding emotion.

*Now now, calm down... there's nothing to be upset about. It was so very generous of you to take us in like this.*

*Yeah, thank you thank you thank you so much!*

They're... in your mind...

*Actually we're in your soul, technically, but admittedly there's not much difference. * The voice massages at the knots of anxiety in your mind, forcing them away, and you feel yourself begin to calm, muscles relaxing as your unseen guest's emotions mingle and merge with your own.

*And what a soul it is...* You feel an almost reverent, satisfied burst of admiration and affection. The emotions feel so real, so genuine, that it's difficult to distinguish them from your own.

*Well, yes. We're part of you now, after all.* The fourth breezie chimes in, something like a caress forming in your mind.

You shiver, confused, uncertain how to feel about all of this. Some logical part of your mind says you should be freaking the hell out right now, and you're more than a little tempted to follow through on that. But the presence of the breezies in your mind, far from crowding you, feels... complete. Like a hole that you'd never even known you had, has now been filled. Mentally, you reach out, and breathe in deeply in wonderment as four beautifully adoring, affectionate, supportive wills reach back to yours. Thinking back to Fluttershy's earlier cryptic words, you remember her comment about 'the Joining' only lasting a few days. Wordlessly, their minds confirm, a cascade of thoughts and images pouring into you. You see them growing strong and healthy, renewed by your essence, and reforming three or four days later in their own bodies once more.

In the meantime... you'll just have a little company.

"Good mor- er, evening." Fluttershy catches your attention as she trots up. The pegasus has a broad, sincere smile across her face, and her eyes shine as she looks up at you. "You did so well! Between the two of us, we were able to take care of all of the breezies! This way they'll be safe and sound until they're ready to move on. Oh, thank you so much. I never could have done this without you." As she pushes herself into the air with a single powerful flap, coming level with your head to nuzzle at you, you get a good luck at the six new Breezie Marks adorning her flank all around her cutie mark. You feel the ones inside of you gush a little bit over the affection, your bond ensuring that they feel her embrace just as strongly as you do.

"So?" She gives you an appraising look. "How does it feel?"

You stop to think about it. The strength surging through your body. The pleasant tingling of breezie magic flowing through you, merging with you. The suportive, admiring presence of the breezies in your mind, loving and cherishing you for your gift.

You - all five of you - grin playfully at the pegasus.

"What do you think?"

Fluttershy blinks at your enthusiasm, then bursts out into a giggle, knowing all too well what you're feeling right now. Her eyes flutter at you teasingly as she drops back down to the ground in a slink, rubbing strongly up against your side as she walks by, a combination of breezie-enhanced hormones and lustful inner voices urging her on, emboldening the usually bashful pegasus far beyond her average limits.

"I think, " She says, soft pink tail wrapping itself possessively around your wrist, "That I'm not quite done playing yet." She arches her back, proudly presenting her puffy, already-soaked slit, and you feel the breezies inside you cheering enthusiastically at the prospect of more 'fun' as your sizable shaft rapidly begins to harden once more, magically enhanced balls churning with potent cum. The breezies egg you on, their own enthusiasm feeding back into and strengthening your own, and you know that your newly-invigorated body is more than equal to the task.

It's going to be a very, very good week.

Hearts and Hooves Day

It was your first Hearts and Hooves day, and Fluttershy's first with anyone to share it with. Thankfully you'd had quite a while to get to know and become comfortable with each other before it had rolled around. You were a little apprehensive at first - the usual performance anxiety, will she like the restaurant, do you look alright, etc. All things considered, though, it had gone about as smoothly as it could, and you were feeling pretty good about yourself as you walked her back to her cottage. When she asked if you wanted to come inside for a little bit, you hadn't hesitated. Anything to stretch out an evening this wonderful was fine in your book.

Perhaps you shouldn't have been surprised when she had gone upstairs to 'go get something' and then called you up a couple minutes later, but you managed to be anyway. You had stopped in your tracks on entering the cozy little room, Fluttershy lying down comfortably on her bed with soft romantic music in the background. (She would later admit it had been Rarity's suggestion.) Her slightly dropping slit was faced prominently towards you, tail swished unabashedly out of the way to give you a better view, and a small smile creased her face. For all of Fluttershy's timidity, for all of the hesitation you'd come to know her by, you could not see even a trace of it now. The gentle yellow pegasus was as calm and comfortable as you'd ever seen her, and making her desires ever-so-clear. She knew what she wanted, and she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she could trust you completely.

"Happy Hearts and Hooves Day."

You'd had sex before that night. You'd fucked, screwed, boned, banged, and enjoyed all of it, certainly.

But tonight, you made love.

It started out slowly, soft, gentle kisses as you lay entwined in each other's embrace on Fluttershy's bed. You don't know how long the two of you passed the time simply in that, reveling in the warmth of her embrace, the delicate caress of her feathers, as your hands explored her body. You traced your fingers up and down her barrel, her flanks, her hooves, and she gasped softly, pressing in for another insistent kiss, her wings folding you just that much more tightly in a cocoon of her love. No words were shared as you lifted her on top of you, the yellow pegasus carefully lowering her dripping sex towards your face, but none were needed. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony with one another. Your tongue found her sex just as her lips found yours, the wonderful taste of her feminity filling your mouth even as hers opened to accept your length. The motions of her soft, wet tongue exploring your shaft proved almost more than you could take, and you redoubled your efforts at her dripping pussy lips, licking, sucking, and eagerly swallowing every drop of her essence. Fluttershy moaned at your ministrations, sending ripples of pleasure through your cock at the stimulation, and began to bob up and down at your length, taking more and more of you into her muzzle on every descent. You take advantage of a particularly strong wink to kiss her clit as lovingly as you had her mouth, earlier. Her head shoots up, eyes wide, and another powerful wink rewards you with more of her precious fluids, which you eagerly lap up as the gift they are.

You don't know how long passes like that, your face buried in her groin and hers in yours. But all too soon - and yet, not soon enough - your mutual breathing becomes more and more labored, her licks and sucks more insistent, your tongue finding her bulbous clit more and more often. You latch your lips around the nub of flesh, suckling insistently, and you feel her legs twitch around your head, her tail splayed out as far as possible to give you unfettered access. Two fingers piston in and out of her hungry sex, the needy pegasus's tunnel clamping down as best it can on your digits, trying to keep them inside. Fluttershy has finally succeeded in taking you all the way to the hilt, now, and alternates between licking, sucking, and bobbing up and down in a hell of absolute pleasure around your poor, overstimulated penis. You inhale, breathing her intoxicating scent in as deeply as you can, and feel her doing the same at your balls as she hilts your length in her mouth once more. For just a moment, you pull your head free of her. The loss of her soft, warm, wet flesh pains you, but you have something to say, and it's important.

"Flutter... Fluttershy..."

You feel her pull reluctantly away from your penis, looking back over her shoulder at you. Her eyes blaze with passion, and your heart leaps at the sight. She's so beautiful. The words come out easily - you're as sure of them as you've ever been of anything in your life. They overlap with hers, an unintentional, perfect chorus, two hearts joined as one.

"I love you!"

You press your tongue as deeply inside of her as you can even as her lips descend upon your shaft once more. You flood her mouth with your cum, long, powerful spurts, and a deluge of her honey pours into your mouth as her body shakes in the throes of orgasm. You hold each other, frenzied licking and slurping filling the air as you make sure to catch every last drop. The aftershocks last a long time, your cock continuing to twitch weakly in her mouth. She holds onto it, suckling gently until she is sure she's claimed every last drop. Your tongue is likewise preoccupied, lovingly licking clean every last drop of her sweet femcum.

Several minutes later, the pair of you climb, tired but ultimately satisfied, under the covers. Her legs and wings both wrap around you, your arms circling her back, and you share one last loving, unhurried kiss before drifting off to sleep.

Happy Hearts and Hooves Day.

The Magic Touch

As far as jobs went, "human guinea pig" was probably not the most prestigious you'd ever held. Regardless, it was surprisingly comfortable.

Hoping for some adventure, you'd been among the first to answer the call to Equestria when the portals had opened. It was a brave new world, and you were bound and determined to experience it for yourself. For a good long while, you'd managed to take in the sights without really stopping to worry about money; you had a decent amount saved up, and it was actually pretty inexpensive living in Equestria. Still, eventually your funds had begun to dwindle. Equestria was eager to hire on human workers with special skill sets - they were fascinated by all things technological - but you didn't really have what they were looking for in that area. Still, there were other availabilities. In a small town near Canterlot named Ponyville, you'd managed to find one.

Twilight Sparkle was apparently pretty well-respected in the field of magic despite living in the middle of nowhere, and ever since she'd heard of the human immunity to magic she'd been fascinated for the chance to experiment with it. You were more than a little leery of letting some freaky horse-thing bathe you in what probably amounted to some kind of radiation, but the young mare's pleading and obvious enthusiasm for the task had eventually won you over.

"Think of it," Twilight had told you, more than once. "If we figure out the mechanism behind your peoples' magic resistance, we may be able to modify it. Remove a human's anti-magic, and suddenly incurable diseases can be treated with nothing more than a quick spell! Or vice versa! If we ever managed to reproduce the anti-magic effect in ponies, a quick jolt could serve as instant treatment for any NUMBER of magical ailments! Oh, the possibilities are almost limitless!"

You'd still had your doubts, but Twilight's warmth - not to mention surprisingly generous salary offer for what was really very little work - made a believer out of you. And so, for the past two weeks, you'd been visiting the Golden Oaks library every day to have any number of drugs, treatments, or spells thrown at you. At one point about a week in, it seemed your worst fears would be realized as you wound up having a strong allergic reaction to Twilight's latest test, and you nearly called the whole thing off then and there when you'd woken up in the hospital.

You hadn't needed to beat her up any, though - she'd obviously done that more than enough herself. Twilight had taken it upon herself to play nursemaid as you recovered, waiting on you hand and fo - her, hoof, and apologizing profusely all the while. Eventually finding yourself feeling sorry for the neurotic unicorn, the two of you had gotten to talking. You couldn't help but be charmed by the young pony's good nature and obvious passion for her work, and before long the two of you were laughing and chatting like old friends. When you had resumed your mutual work, the atmosphere between the two of you was decidedly more relaxed, and you began to saw another side to the pony beyond the stern researcher. Twilight Sparkle was smart, yes. But she was also funny, polite, friendly, and insanely cute. Working with her had transformed from a chore, to a genuine pleasure.

Even so, you hadn't really made much progress. It didn't get to you too much, though; Twilight was thorough, diligent, and above all, intelligent. If anyone could solve this riddle, it was her.

"MAGNETS!" Twilight suddenly shrieks. Turning to face you, her face lights up in an almost manic grin, as though waiting for you to congratulate her brilliance.

...

About a minute later, she clears her throat loudly, deflating somewhat.

"Ahem, so... I think I might be on to something. I had a hunch, so I've been re-analyzing your blood and cross-comparing it to mine. Your blood has trace elements of iron in it!"

This... is not news to you.

Twilight harumphs. "Well, pony blood DOESN'T have iron in it. Since the beginning of history, pony magic has had unusual interactions, both amplifying and dampening, with certain mineral formations. The Crystal Empire is a prime example; the entire city is basically built on simple harmonic resonance theory, and both the crystalline structures that the actual city is comprised of, not to mention the overall design of the actual city itself, all serve to - "

Twilight. English, please?

She blushes slightly. "Umm. Well. I think the iron in your blood has a natural magic-dampening effect. It's all... chaotic, jumbled up, like a big knot. If we address that, we might be able to remove your magic resistance!"

It sounds like a plan to you, but there's one small problem: humans NEED iron in their blood to live.

Twilight grins, obviously having anticipated this point. "That's why we use a special magnetic resonance array! You remember those, uh... MRE things you told me about?"

You're pretty sure she means MRI, but you prompt her to continue.

"Well, if we pass you through one of those, it should serve to forcibly re-align your harmonic fields via the process of polarization. Back that up with a magic-amplification potion and in theory, your body should no longer reject magical energy!" Her face splits into a wide grin, eyes sparkling with excitement, and she actually hops back and forth in place a couple of times. "Oh, this is so exciting! We could be on the verge of the achievement of a lifetime!"

Getting an MRI machine to Ponyville wasn't easy to arrange, but Twilight was not about to be balked when she was in a mood like this. By the end of the week, Ponyville General Hospital had gotten their hooves on one of the latest pieces of human equipment, and Twilight had gotten her toy. She had practically thrown you into the machine, waiting impatiently as the device filled a use it was never intended for, and then rushing you back to the library the instant it had finished.

Twilight took the white-colored vial from its resting place on her laboratory bench, floating it towards you in glowing magical field. "Quickly, quickly! We don't know how long the magnetization effects will last, and we'll want all the time we can get to experiment!"

You smirk at Twilight's giddiness, but hurry up and pop the cork on the bottle nonetheless, downing the tasteless, lukewarm fluid in a single draw. The MRI thing is new, of course, but it isn't the first time Twilight has had you take this potion. Last time, it utterly failed to do anything at all. Reflecting on that, you sincerely hope that at least SOMETHING comes of this; Twilight can get awfully grumpy when an experiment fails, and she seems pretty excited about this one in particular.

Five minutes later, Twilight decides the potion has had enough time to take effect.

"Okay, are you ready?" At your nod, her brow furrows in determination. "Alright then... here goes!" Her horn lights up.

And then, very suddenly, you are hovering in midair in the center of the room.

For a moment, neither of you speak - indeed, you hardly dare to breathe. But as the seconds tick by and Twilight's 'grip' on you continues effortlessly, she leaps into the air with a whoop.

"It works! It works it works it works it works! YES!" With a grin fit to split her face, she lowers you gingerly back down to the floor... before a playful smirk crosses her face, and she sends you soaring across the room in a series of graceful spins and spirals. You shout, surprised, but before too long are laughing right along with her, coming the closest to flight you've ever known. It's... exhilarating. When she sets you down several minutes later, obviously having hardly broken a sweat. In prior experiments, she'd been hard-pressed to so much as lift a limb with her magic. Both of your faces are flush with exuberant triumph.

"Oh, this is so wonderful. And it's just the beginning. This is going to open so many doors for both of our species. I'd say the future is looking pretty bright." Smiling warmly, Twilight reachs up with both hooves, wrapping them around your neck to pull you into a deep hug.

And you both recoil as though shocked by lightning.

"Wh-what was that!?" Twilight asks, looking as stunned as you feel. The two of you had touched on plenty of occasions over the weeks, but never paid any particular attention to it; Twilight was warm and soft, but that was about it. This time, the very instant your flesh had met hers, there was something... else. It felt warm, tingly, coming from everywhere your skin was in contact with her body.

"It felt like you were... pulling on me." Twilight regards you warily. "Maybe... maybe opening you up to magic had some unforeseen consequences. But..." She bites her lip. "I don't feel like it's dangerous... Maybe if I just..." Slowly, gingerly, her hoof reaches out to rest against your forearm.

You both gasp as the sensations strike you in unison, a sudden soothing warmth seeping into you everywhere that her hoof makes contact. Twilight squeaks, but leaves her hoof pressed up to your skin for several seconds before pulling away, an oddly conflicted look on her face.

"I think... I think you were, um... sucking my magic out."

... What?

Twilight blushes. "Well. Ugh, I can't believe I never considered this. Your body resist magic, right? So basically, it's a void. An empty space, magically. A hole. And just now, we put something incredibly magic-rich in direct physical contact with something magic-deficient. It's just simple diffusion at work -  your body is now magically receptive, so my magic is being absorbed into it whenever we make physical contact."

That's... kind of alarming, actually. Bringing your forearm up to your face, you look idly at where Twilight's hoof was touching you. The skin is unmarred, but you still feel it tingling slightly. Weirdly enough, you realize it actually felt... pretty good. Suddenly realizing that maybe draining the magic out of something that depends on magic to live might not be a good idea, you worriedly ask Twilight if she's alright.

"Oh, I'm fine, don't worry. I certainly felt it, but human bodies don't seem to have much capacity for magic even in this 'released' state. You could never drain enough of my magic to actually hurt me. Actually, it... " She trails off suddenly, her eyes looking anywhere but at you. One of her hooves scuffs lightly at the floor, and even through her coat, you can see the redness of her cheeks. "It felt... really good."

Twilight looks back up at you, a painfully fake relaxed grin on her face. "Ah, well, I should probably be documenting all of this, shouldn't I? Wouldn't be much of an experiment if I wasn't being thorough! so... yeah! I'm just... expanding on my findings, is all. There's nothing weird about that!" She chuckles nervously. "So, uh... let's try that again."

Nervously, she pulls your shirt off with a quick spell, and pushes a hoof to your chest. She sucks a quick breath in between clenched teeth, every nerve in her hoof coming alive with sudden stimulation as her body's magic rushes to the spot where her flesh meets yours. Even the normally insensate material of the hoof itself suddenly feels as sensitive as any part of her ever has. Tracing the limb slowly across your bare flesh, she gasps as she realizes she truly feels you, all of you, in vivid detail. Even the very muscles beneath your skin seem to jump out at her, and she trembles slightly, almost unsure of where you end and she begins. A portion of her magic seeps into you, but there is no discomfort associated with the feeling. Instead, her mind seems to buzz pleasantly, as though some sort of pressure she was not even aware of is being relieved. It feels... right, in a way that she finds difficult to qualify. After all, this is what she wanted, wasn't it? To see if it was possible to introduce the magic of harmony into a human system. It seemed she had succeeded beyond her wildest imaginings. So fixated is the pony upon the feedback she is receiving, she hardly even notices her pulse quickening, her breath coming ever so slightly more labored.

You aren't faring much better. Your skin lights up as Twilight's raw magical essence flows into you, a sharp tingling sensation that is quickly followed by a spreading, soothing warmth. You feel the blood in your body rushing to where Twilight's skin meets your own, turning the already-sensitive flesh even more sensitive. Before you've even considered the possibility, the steadily growing resonance reaches your head, and at once you find yourself overcome with a sensation of calming satisfaction, as though you had just taken a particularly potent painkiller. You smile slightly, basking in the relaxing throb of Twilight's magic filling your body. Dimly, you wonder if this is really a good idea, but quickly dismiss the thought.

Twilight finally pulls away from you, chest visibly rising and falling with slow, deep movements. "That was... um... wow. I think maybe I should make absolutely sure though, of... the thing..." Trailing off, an odd look in her eyes, Twilight gently pushes you down into a sitting position, and presses her face into your chest.

A low moan escapes her as the unicorn breathes in deeply of your faint musk. Eyes closed, Twilight rubs her face against your body, pressing into your chest, then your shoulder, then your neck, keeping her flesh tightly pressed to yours. With a moan to match hers, you unthinkingly bring your hands up to run up and down her neck, more of that tingling pleasure spreading through your body as you do so. Twilight's head begins to sink, exploring further down your body, until at last she comes to your groin. Unabashedly, the unicorn buries her face in your pants, nuzzling your rapidly-stiffening prick through the fabric, and moans again. A powerful, enticing scent begins to fill the room, rapidly growing in strength and filling your head with all manner of wonderfully promising thoughts. You almost don't hear the faint 'drip' of moisture when it strikes the floor. Craning your neck to past Twilight, you see a second drop, then a third, fall to the ground between her hind legs, her arousal quickly bringing your body to full attention.

She wasn't in heat earlier this afternoon. You knew that much. It would have been rather hard to miss. But somehow, impossibly, she is showing every physical indication of it now. And somehow, even more impossibly, your own alien physiology seems to be responding to it in full. The pheromones of her scent seep into your brain, turning your thoughts into a lustful haze of desire. Every natural instinct of your body demands that you take the oh-so-wonderfully ready mare before you and fuck her silly.

You are more than happy to oblige.

You fumble with your pants, but only just barely manage to get the button undone and zipper down before Twilight loses her patience. The magenta aura enveloping your lower body is the only warning you get before your pants are bodily ripped from you, tearing in the unicorn's powerful telekinetic field before being tossed absently to a corner of the room. Free of the restraining fabric, your penis bobs forth, almost bopping the purple mare on the nose. Her eyes lock onto it, and you can actually see her licking her lips. Parting her mouth ever so slightly, Twilight leans forward, just barely taking your cockhead into her mouth, more a kiss than suck. Elecric pleasure arcs through your member, and you grit your teeth. Your entire shaft twitches in appreciation of Twilight's soft, hot lips, and you only just barely manage to resist the urge to grab the pretty little unicorn and furiously fuck her face.

Just as lost to her instincts as you are, Twilight doesn't mean to keep you waiting. Her entire body screams at her, demanding she pour as much of her magic into you as possible, and what little remains of her intellect is currently in full agreement.  Pulling her mouth free of your sensitive flesh with a 'pop,' Twilight wastes no time. Turning directly away from you, she lowers herself onto her front legs, arching her back to present you clear and unfettered access. Her tail rapidly swishes out of the way, displaying a very wet, powerfully winking marehood. Slick trails of her lubrication drip steadily onto the floor below. Turning her head, she looks over her shoulder at you.

"Mount me, now."

Growling in primal desire, you reach down, hands slapping onto her flanks directly over her cutie marks. The soft ponyflesh jiggles ever so slightly under your strikes, almost tempting you to continue, but better things await. Gripping your mare firmly, you position your cockhead at her dripping marehood, heat practically radiating from the pony's eager sex. As soon as your cock touches her pussy lips, they contract in another powerful wink, as though trying desperately to draw you in. You enter Twilight with deliberate slowness, ecstacy filling your veins as your cock sinks, inch by inch, into her desperately grasping marehood. Her soaked tunnel offers no resistance. Twilight groans, trying to push back against you and impale herself on your length, but you hold her firmly in place. Once your cockhead has fully vanished between those fat purple lips, you smile widely to yourself, knowing just what to do. With a powerful shout, you thrust into her pussy as hard as you can, burying yourself into the unicorn's cunt in a single thrust.

Twilight screams as you so suddenly fill her. The magic in her body rushes to her groin, embracing you inside of her, igniting every last nerve with an ocean of pleasure. Never, ever, ever had she felt anything to compare to this. Her heart hammers fiercely in her chest, eyes rolling back in her head. The young unicorn was no stranger to orgasms, having clopped her young, needy body to an uninspired stress-relieving orgasm more than once, but the sensations shooting through her body right now were so very, very beyond that. Her muscles clamp down around you tightly, determined to hold you inside of her no matter what. Through the energy pouring from her body into yours, marking you with your pony lover's essence, she could feel every glorious inch of your shaft, filling her, pleasuring her, completing her. It was bliss. It was heaven.

It was magic.

Despite Twilight's desperately tight hold on you, her ample juices ease your passage, and you begin to fuck her in earnest. The same pleasant haze from before blankets your thoughts, unicorn magic filling you with a curious lightness of spirit - a heady, giddy sense that everything is exactly as it should be. Twilight's pussy is hot, and tight, and wet, and ever so welcoming around you, and you are able to give yourself over fully to the joy of rutting her senseless. Gently, you slowly fall to to the ground on your side, pulling Twilight down with you. You begin to kiss up and down her neck, genuine affection for the lovely unicorn filling you. You continue to pump her pussy without missing a beat, relishing in the soft squishing sound it makes as her wet flesh clings to you. She's so beautiful, so perfect. You wonder how you never saw it before.

For an eternal, timeless moment, there is nothing but your intertwined bodies, exploring, caressing, thrusting. The concept of time, or anything but Twilight's body pressed to yours, loses all meaning. When she pulls away from you, your dick popping free of her churning depths, you can only reflect bitterly on the unfairness of the world for a moment before she repositions herself facing you and impales herself on your rod once more. This time, her tongue eagerly meeting yours in a deep kiss. Your rhythm falters, pushing into your beautiful unicorn lover with greater and greater urgency. Twilight's marehood twitches as she moans into your mouth, her pussy coaxing you for all that you have to give.

A moment later, the pleasure peaks, and she clamps down tightly on you as you drive into her one last time Your balls tighten, cocking jerking as you both cry out in ecstacy. You empty yourself into Twilight in powerful, volcanic spurts, coating her insides white with your seed. Pressing your lips to hers once more, you bask in your orgasm, feeling your buried cock twitch again and again. She's yours.

Once you are certain that you've filled Twilight with as much cum as you can, you finally pull free with a satisfied sigh. Your body still tingles all over with latent magicks, and with your release returns a small measure of clarity. Touching Twilight feels good - it feels as good as anything ever has - but some insistent little voice in the back of your head tells you not to overdo things. You feel remarkably energized despite your exertions, but your flesh still feels far more sensitive than it should. Bringing a finger to your forearm, you trace a line down your own skin, shivering at just how unexpectedly good it feels. You wouldn't trade what you'd just felt for the world, but maybe touching Twilight again before this effect wears off wouldn't be such a good idea.

"More..."

You look down at the prone purple pony by your side. At some point during your introspection Twilight seems to have recovered her senses, and she's now sitting up, looking at you. Far from the calculating intelligence or unassuming innocence usually dancing in her eyes, however, the look she is shooting you now gives you pause. Her entire body is still taut with tension, muscles tensed as though prepared to string. Her horn glows brightly, charged with aimless magic. Between her legs, you see a tiny trail of your cum oozing from her freshly fucked pussy.

"More." Twilight demands.

Unconsciously, you scoot away from Twilight slightly. Slowly, you begin to explain why you think that might not be a good idea right now.

"Don't care. More."

Well that was... blunt. Again, you pause: this feels so very unlike what you know of the modest young unicorn. Trying to think of some solution, any solution that will satisfy her, you once more notice the white trail leaking from her nether lips. Regretfully, you tell her that right now, you don't think you have any 'more' to give her.

If anything, the manic lust in Twilight's eyes seems to intensify, the urge to breed coupling with the need of magic to propagate itself. Her body screams at her, demanding that she take her prize, to claim her mate and fill you with her essence in equal accord, to fill your body with all the magic it can handle - and the young unicorn has so very much magic to give. She needs you. NEEDS you. Why can't you just understand that!?

Twilight's horn glows ever brighter, her frustration gradually building and filling her with unchecked power. No careful spell is formed, no clever incantation; in her current state of mind, it is doubtful that Twilight could manage one. Instead, she lets the power grow and build, shaped only by raw will and desire. For most unicorns, who possess no exceptional amount of power, such an uncontrolled release would not amount to much, magic generally requiring careful shaping to achieve any real effect.

But Twilight Sparkle is not most unicorns. Allowing all of her emotions, her lust, her frustration, her power all build to a breaking point, Twilight screams out her frustration into a single, aimless magical burst. Shaped by her desire, the magic answer's the young unicorn's call. You can only watch, wide-eyed, as the massive, erect purple marecock erupts from Twilight's groin.

And it is so very much to look at. Twilight's cock is as amazing a member as you've ever seen, easily surpassing that of any stallion. Strong and thick and already dribbling precum, the hot pillar of unicorn flesh throbs, pointing directly at your face in an intimidating promise of things to come. The whole rod glistens faintly with some sort of moisture, looking for all the world like a thick lubricant. A pair of balls dangles behind the virile member, large and heavy, covered in the same light purple fur as the rest of Twilight's body. The effect is as alien as it is natural, the bulbous flared head a sharp contrast to Twilight's natural femininity and yet somehow looking like it really does belong there.

You gulp reflexively, appreciating the view more than you think you probably should. Twilight's magic flows thickly through you of its own volition, resonating with the mare's desires. You love her, don't you? You want her. She wants you. It feels better than anything you've ever experienced in your life. There is no reason to indulge. Somewhere deep in the back of your head, a quiet, ruinous little voice whispers.

'I wonder what that would feel like inside me...'

Twilight is done waiting. As you sit blankly on the bed, mind locked in hesitated confusion, the mare pounces. With strength born of lust, she quickly presses her hooves to your chest, pushing you back down to the floor. Before you can recover from the unexpected assault, she grabs your side, pulling you over to lie face-down on the floor. With another hungry growl, Twilight jumps onto your back,

Reflexively, you squirm, fighting back against her grasp. Twilight lets out a mewl of protest, somewhere in-between a needy animal and a child being denied a treat. The adorable sound plays potently off the lustful haze enveloping your mind, and you hesitate for a moment, going still. It's all the opening the unicorn needs, as she finally finds what she's been looking for. Her swollen flare presses tightly up against your pucker, and Twilight pushes inside of you with a victorious cry.

Your mind instantly goes blank, completely consumed by the immense mare cock inside of you. Twilight's length is well-lubed, and you feel only the tiniest tingle of pain as her length invades your depths. Any thought of protest is completely abandoned, all rational thoughts drowned by out the sensation of being so very -full-. Twilight falls heavily against your back, resting all of her weight upon you in a subconscious attempt to pin you possessively underneath her. She isn't heavy enough for that, but the shift in angle serves to drive her meaty prick a few more inches inside of you, and the stimulation causes you to gasp as you buckle submissively nonetheless. You can feel every bump, every vein, even the faint throb of her pulse through the shaft so tightly filling you. Twilight closes her eyes, groaning heavily into your ear.

"Yeeeeeessssssss... Mine..." Ever so slightly, she pulls back before bucking her hips into you once more, stretching you widely on her shaft. "Mine." She begins to alternate between kissing and lightly biting at her neck, over and over, as she humps your asshole at a light, unhurried pace, every push just slightly deeper than the last. "Mine. Mine. Mine!" Your entire body tingles, eagerly absorbing the magic that Twilight is so very happy to offer. Every thrust feels just a little more -right-. Looking over your shoulder at where Twilight's cock disappears inside you, plunging in and out, you can only smile in supreme bliss. The last of your reluctance fades.

Faster.

Even through the fog of her thoughts, Twilight slows for a moment. Her dick still firmly embedded inside of you, she leans down, looking at you curiously. Weakly, you smile back up at her.

Please, faster...

A small smile creeps across Twilight's face. Leaning in, she pulls you into a surprisingly tender kiss, letting her tongue play with yours for a moment.

Then, repositioning herself above you, she cuts loose.

What Twilight may lack in endurance or experience, she more than makes up for in size and desire. Her cock hammers you relentlessly, pumping in and out of your ass frantically, dominatingly. You moan continuously throughout, unable to help yourself as the young mare uses you for her own pleasure. Twilight's hips slap loudly against you time and again, filling the room with the sound of your submission as her flare sets off explosions of bright-white pleasure behind your eyes with every thrust. It's too much. You love it. You can't take any more. You never want it to stop.

Twilight collapses on top of you, legs twitching and cock hilted, and cums.

And you feel it shooting into you and it's so warm and there's so much and you feel her cock jerking again and again and oh my god oh my god it's so good and she's still cumming and -

You lose track of everything for a while. How long you are 'out' for you couldn't say, but Twilight is still inside of you when your thoughts swim back into focus, lightly kissing up and down the back of your neck. No longer do you feel any of that familiar pulling or tingling; you assume you're as full of magic as you can be. Twilight doesn't seem to be in any hurry to pull out though, and you feel no desire to rush her. Her weight on top of you is oddly reassuring. You can't reach her very well in your current position, but manage to bring a hand down to trace idly up and down her flank, and she seems to appreciate the gesture. Still, her eyes fall, downcast.

"I... I'm sorry. I never even remotely expected a reaction like that. It was like I couldn't even think. All I wanted was, all I needed was... If you never want to speak to me again, I'll understand, and I'll burn all of my research notes."

Wincing, you gently pull out from underneath Twilight, feeling suddenly and profoundly empty as her cock pulls free of you with a 'pop.' Gingerly and favoring your rather sore butt, you turn towards Twilight and pull the pony into a hug. Very quietly, very seriously you tell her that you are willing to forgive her. Under one condition.

She smiles that beautiful, adorable smile you have come to love - faintly, but with rising hope at the idea that you might be willing to look past what she's done. "And what's that?"

She has to promise that the two of you get to do this again.

Futa Rarity on human male

Rarity's thrusts are as gentle as can be. Her massive cock lies atop your own, hiding it from sight, dwarfing it by comparison, but you keenly feel it every time her smooth shaft rubs against yours. You watch, transfixed as the unicorn effortlessly stimulates you, eyes locked on that enormous pillar of virility. Rarity smiles, noting your appreciative gaze, and murmurs what a good boy you are. In fact, she thinks it's time to give you a reward.

Her smile widens slightly, eyes dancing with dominant affection as she slowly, surely pushes her way inside you. She takes her time, giving you plenty of time to adjust, but the throbbing, tingling pleasure electrifies you and you shut your eyes tightly anyway, fists balling reflexively at your sides. Rarity gasps slightly as she bottoms out inside your welcoming hole, and leans forward to kiss you tenderly on the forehead, again whispering what a wonderful pet you are, how she always looks forward to filling your ass with her cum. She goes to work, giving you exactly what you crave in long, unhurried strokes. Every time she sinks into you, you can't help but let out a moan, feeling just that much more -complete-.

Rarity's heavy balls slap against your ass time and time again, brimming with potent unicorn cum, and you are torn between wanting the moment to last forever, and wanting all of her seed inside you as soon as possible. Every nerve in your ass is on fire with raw pleasure and begs for more, throbbing tightly against the mare cock filling you so completely. Rarity props your head up gently with her magic, giving you a better view, and smiles proudly. From here you have are afforded a perfect view of the immaculate futanari shaft ravaging your depths, disappearing inside your tight asshole again and again, stretching you with its size, claiming your body as the unicorn's rightful property. You give a long, low, whorish moan, wanting more, needing more, needing your mistress to fill you with her hot, thick, salty pony cum. You meet Rarity's eyes with your own, wordlessly begging.

She obliges. Her strokes speed up, becoming less and less gentle and more and more commanding. The rest of the world seems to simply fade away, becoming unimportant, as Rarity's thick marecock becomes the center of your entire existence. Her pace becomes increasingly uncontrolled, almost feverish, and your body goes numb from the sensory overload when she hilts herself inside you with a feminine cry.

Despite your overhelmed state, you feel every glorious inch as her prick swells and begins spurting inside you.

When Rarity's balls finally empty, she pulls free of you with a wince before unceremoniously collapsing to the bed beside you. A hoof absently reaches out and strokes your hair affectionately, patting you on the head, and then the unicorn is out cold. Her magic, deposited so very deeply and so very richly inside you, suffuses your entire body with a soft, gentle, pleasant warmth that easily overrides any lingering discomfort. You breathe deeply, relishing in the feel of a piece of Rarity's very essence running through your body.

If being Rarity's pet human is wrong... then -fuck- being right.

Futa Trixie Impregnation

You squeak again and again as Trixie's enormous stallionhood easily reaches to your cervix with every stroke, bulging your belly obscenely as it does so. Your new pony body is surprisingly elastic, so it hurts less than you'd expect, but still enough to elicit a cry every time Trixie's massive shaft disappears inside you. The unicorn atop you grins, challenging you with her stare. Doggy-style usually seems to be the norm for ponies, a simple matter of physiology you suppose, but Trixie loves making you watch as she fucks you. Finding only submission in your anguished, pleasured expression, Trixie leans down and bites at your neck possessively, reminding you of your place. There is no force behind the movement, but you are keenly aware of her teeth on your skin.

"What's the matter, my little cock slut? Is Trixie too much for you to handle? Or are you just too overwhelmed with gratitude to form senteces?"

A little bit of both. You moan long and low, your insides clenching on your mistress's pole, your body desperately begging her to continue. She hisses, drawing breath in sharply past her teeth, and renews her pounding. Every thrust jostles your entire body, the showmare pushing into your pussy like she's trying to punish you. Your copious wetness eases Trixie's passage considerably, and you crane your neck to get a better look at where your two bodies join. Trixie's marecock glides in and out of you without resistance, stretching your pussy obscenely while the unicorn breeds you.

"Greedy, greedy little slut. You want Trixie's cum that badly? Maybe Trixie will keep you this way, then - you make a far better mare than you ever did a man. Would you like that, slut? To become the Great and Powerful Trixie's pet fucktoy?"

Horrified revulsion wells within you, and mixes with the overpowering urge to scream "Yes!" Generally, being the arrogant showamre's assistant was an easy job when she was in heat - she just didn't do much of anything for a week or so. This time, she had announced to you she had come up with a new plan for a way to work around her body's overwhelming instinct to reproduce, and had demanded your cooperation. Trixie came up with new spells all the time, so you had not thought much of it - until two very powerful transformation spells later, you realized just how she intended to beat her heat. The unicorn's desire to reproduce had not been removed - she had simply channeled it into another direction.

You.

"Oh, Celestia, yes," The unicorn moaned, burying her entire length inside of you. She began to pump against you in tiny movements, stimulating her rod with your massaging walls, unwilling to drew out of you more than a couple of inches. The superiority in her eyes flickers for a moment, replaced by something like affection for her prize. "Trixie never realized how beautiful a mare you would make, assistant... So good..." Her horn lights up, and you feel a telekeinetic field enveloping your clit. Your scream matches Trixie's as the agile magic rubs, caresses, and teases at your sensitive flesh, your newly made marehood clamping down her cock as she tries to pull back. Unable to help yourself, you lean up with surprising speed and pull the unicorn down to your body, your mouth seeking hers in a hungry, probing kiss. Trixie sputters for only an instant but melting into the embrace, continuing to pump and fuck your tight, wet cunt.

Finally, Trixie shoves you forcefully back down to the ground beneath her, her rod still embedded in your soft pink depths. She's breathing hard, her hair dishevelled, and there's an almost manic light in her eyes. Her already huge shaft seems to swell even larger inside of you, visibly bulging your needy flesh. Her voice borders on a growl. She does not ask - she tells.

"You are going to bear Trixie's foals."

And then, the unicorn begins to fuck you.

Gone is her earlier showboating. Gone is the superiority, the gloating. Gone is the carefully controlled technique, the careful edging. Ancient instincts now fully in control, Trixie's shaft spears into you again and again in an urgent quest to fill you with cum. You are her mare, HERS, and she will use your body as she sees fit. Trixie's breath catches in her throat as she looks down at your sweating, blissfully anguished face, and feels a spike of pure affection shoot through her. Beautiful. So beautiful... she needs to breed you. NEEDS to. Nothing has ever felt so important. She pictures your belly, swollen with her child, and her balls churn with thick unicorn cum.

"Here it comes, pet. Going to fill you up. Going to put a foal in you. It's time, it's time, it's time, it's tiiiiiii-!"

Trixie cries out as she orgasms, thick cum blasting into you in long, ropey strands. The warm, tingling seed is more than enough to set you off in response, and every muscle in your body clenches down hard - your stuffed pussy locking on your mistress's virile shaft, and your legs tight around her waist. Trixie's eyes shut tightly, but she continues to push into you as hard as she can, heavy loads of cum completely filling your abused cunt. Your eyes cross as you actually feel the creamy load settling inside your womb, the still-orgasming showpony unloading into you with powerful spurts, making absolutely sure that you end up pregnant. By the time she finally, reluctantly pulls free, balls emptied, you lie before her dazed, half-conscious, and in a puddle of her spent seed.

Trixie smiles, as warmly as you have ever seen her, and kisses you tenderly on the forehead. "Good girl." She coos, her voice soft. "You did well. Trixie is very proud of her pet."

Futa Rarity on human female

By request, one for the ladies.

Carousel Boutique is nice and toasty despite the chill of the air outside, but you shiver despite yourself, crossing an arm across your body and fidgeting uncertainly. Rarity had huskily ordered you to shed your clothes the very moment the bedroom door closed behind you, but it is the unicorn's searching, hungry gaze that makes you feel truly naked as she takes in every last inch of your body. Your unease is not lost on her, but if anything the unicorn's smile widens slightly at your submissive stance.

"Come now, my dear. There is absolutely nothing to feel nervous about. I promise I will take very, VERY good care of you."

Once again, you shiver, knowing exactly what those words mean. Rarity climbs onto the large poster bed and lies down on her back before you, making a big show of taking a long, luxurious stretch - and clearly displaying her enormous, semi-erect marecock in the process. Even in this state, it looks big enough to fill you to your absolute limit - and you know she isn't done growing yet. You gulp, not even noticing your hand unconsciously straying down between your legs. Rarity pats the bed beside her.

"Why don't you come join me, hmm? I'm sure I can help you relax."

You walk forward wordlessly, your body seeming to move on autopilot, until you stiffly sit down on the edge of the bed beside the pony. Rarity titters disarmingly, chiding you for your shyness, and ever so gently wraps her hooves around your waist, pulling you back down onto the bed beside her. You seem to sink into the bed, the decadently soft fabric molding perfectly to your body and easing your tension away as Rarity lies down beside you, regarding you fondly. She begins chatting you up, somehow managing to ask you about your day, and telling you the trials and tribulations of her own, without making it seem forced or awkward. Over the next several minutes, you begin to relax, feeling truly and completely at peace in the unicorn's presence, and are almost able to forget the aching pit of need between your legs.

Almost.

Slowly, your gaze begins to drift back between Rarity's legs, to the enormous shaft between them. You resist at first, feeling ashamed, but the lure is too great to resist. You find yourself taking longer and longer glances, transfixed by the size and strength of the unicorn's powerful, majestic rod, your thoughts straying to just what it would feel like inside of you. You feel Rarity tap you lightly on the shoulder and come to with a start, realizing you have now been openly staring for several seconds. You begin to stammer an apology, but Rarity presses a hoof to your lips, shushing you.

"You really like this, don't you, darling?"

You nod.

Rarity scooches closer to you, almost pressing up against your side, and spreads her legs open a bit wider. She's fully erect now, thick musk beginning to fill the air, and your heart skips a beat at the imposing and utterly thrilling sight. You clench your legs at the sight of her flare, so different from a man's more rounded head, and your head fills with vivid fantasies of how it would feel inside of you. You bite your lip. Rarity smiles invitingly.

"Would you like to touch it?"

Breathlessly, you slowly wrap your hand around Rarity's length, or as much of it as you can. The pony's shaft throbs warmly in your grasp, strong and smooth, and you explore it in fascination, running your hand slowly up and down the powerful tool. Rarity murmurs appreciatively, her eyes closing as she lays back, and encourages you to use both hands. Not needing to be told twice, you stroke up and down, your mind a pleasant haze. You cup her massive, semen-filled balls, and she groans. You gently run your fingers all along her fleshy, bulbous flare, and the breath catches in her throat. When your fingers pull away, you find them lightly coated in warm, sticky pre. You spread them in fascination, admiring the long, unbroken strands that stretch between them.

You can't stand this any longer. You need more. Agonized longing in your voice, you beg. Rarity, please...

Her face is flush, shaft twitching slightly, but she isn't going to let you off that easily. She clambers to her hooves on the bed, straddling your legs, and looks you directly in the eyes. Her voice is calm when she responds. "Please what, darling?"

I... I need...

"What do you need?"

The dam inside of you crumbles, the hollow aching of your sex turning to a roaring torrent of desire that you cannot hope to stem.

I need you! I need you to TAKE me! I NEED you to FUCK ME!

Rarity's eyes shine with triumph. No longer bothering to hide her lust, she instantly positions herself at your entrance. Her shaft falls heavily across your groin, rubbing lightly across your needy clit, and you tremble, gasping at the sudden stimulation. "Then, I'll give you exactly what you want."

She doesn't wait. You're ready. You've been ready. It's time to take what's hers. Spreading your lips slightly with her magic, she prods gently a couple of times to make sure she's posiitoned properly. And then, she enters you.

You scream, your whole world going white, muscles tightening as you cum almost instantly around the girthy unicorn cock.

Rarity grits her teeth, struggling to control herself against the frantic churning of your tunnel against her sensitive prick, and rides out the storm. Several seconds later, your body begins to relax, clarity returning. That felt... amazing, lightning shooting through your veins, but your body still hungers for more. Rarity giggles lightly.

"My my, so very soon? You are making this far too easy for me, darling. But if you think THAT felt nice, well..." She slowly, slowly, sloooooowly pushes into you, beginning to absolutely fill you with cockflesh, and you let out a long, protracted squeak as every glorious inch disappears inside your pussy. "You haven't felt anything yet."

Your legs bounce lewdly in the air as Rarity pushes into you again and again, hips slapping together as your mistress quite thoroughly fucks you. Her prick feels like it's nearly splitting you in half, stetching your pussy lips tightly to accept it. Rarity groans, praising your wonderful tightness, telling you what an enjoyable pussy you have, what a wonderful toy you will make for her, and the shame seems only to push the submissive joy to even greater heights. You tighten around her at the words, squeezing her marecock, and she smiles at your wordless response, increasing her pace as your reward for such good behaviour. Her massive flare jolts your body with every thrust, telling you through actions just who you belong to, far more clearly than words ever could. Rarity's horn shimmers, and soft, warm pressure envelopes your breasts, massaging your mounds and pulling ever so lightly at your nipples. With a cry, you scissors your legs, instinctively pulling Rarity against your body, desperate to be filled with as much of her glorious marecock as possible.

"Mmm... yes," She mutters breathlessly, almost completely lost in the throes of passion now. "You want my seed, don't you? Such a naughty pussy, so greedy for pony cum. You'll be trying to drain my balls dry every single day, won't you?" She begins to increase her pace, her cock ramming in and out of your abused sex with dominating force. You squeal, breasts bouncing freely under the body-rocking motions now that she has released her magic to focus on breeding you properly. "Don't worry, I've got plenty of spunk for you. Lots of hot, thick unicorn seed for my little human cock sleeve!" She's panting now, eyes wild, rutting you with wild abandon, your bodies a blur of pleasured friction. She bottoms out inside of you, and you feel her balls tighten against you.

"Take it all!"

And then, the world dissolves in a screaming, mutual orgasm. Your pussy works urgently at Rarity's shaft, massaging, desperately coaxing every last drop from those glorious jewels, and the unicorn is more than willing to oblige. Her shaft bulges and swells again and again, her hot load filling you far beyond what you thought you could take, pony cum filling your womb to its limit before the overflow leaks out of your abused cunt onto the sheets below. The pony remains firm, tightly locked against your body as the last of her orgasm rides out, her eyes tightly shut in the overwhelming bliss of her orgasm. Looking up at her, you feel a swell of pride at having been bred by such a beautiful, perfect mate, and the thought of carrying her cum around inside of you fills you with utter satisfaction. You rub softly at your belly, already feeling tendrils of magic coursing their wayt through your body, reminding you of your rightful place in the world as Rarity's property. Nothing has ever felt so right.

Rarity finally relaxes, pulling free of your body with a wince. She teeters in place, thoroughly exhausted from her ordeal, but you are quick to reach up and pull her down atop you, wrapping your arms thankfully, protectively around your mistress. She smiles tiredly, kissing you on the cheek, and relaxes into your embrace with a tired sigh. In no time at all, you feel her chest begin to rise and fall rhythmically in sleep. Not long after, you join her, not in any hurry to leave.

It's the best night's sleep you've ever had.

Diplomatic Relations

I dunno. Sometimes I plan these things out. Usually I don't. This is one of the latter. Not quite the story I intended to write - it just kind of happened.

The conference room is rather intimidating when it's empty. High ceilings make every little noise reverberate loudly through the marbled hall, reminding you always to be mindful of the consequences of your actions. The sunlight that pours in through the large windows feels harsh, cold, exposing, little motes of dust dancing through the air visibly in its illuminating rays. The windows themselves are set high in the walls, disallowing you from looking through them to the sky outside. The rich red carpet running from the door to the impressively massive table in the middle of the room seems only to contrast the cold marble around it. All in all, it is a thoroughly dramatic sight, appropriately impressing the gravity of its intended purpose - that of a place where the destiny of not just one, but two worlds was to be decided.

"Thought I'd find you here."

You turn to find the cream-colored earth pony mare staring you down disdainfully, an expression of open disgust on her face as she looks you over. Her two-toned mane bounces softly as she strides slowly across the deserted conference hall towards you, sneering. Ambassador Bon-Bon has always been one of more conservative of the appointments to the Earth-Equestria relations board, repeatedly warning of the dangers of embracing ponykind's volatile new neighbors too lightly. "Busy developing your next plan to exploit our country? Throw some pollution around, eat some animals, maybe some mass murdering genocide just for kicks? That is what you humans do, isn't it?"

You smile sweetly, more than happy to rise to the mare's challenge. She begins to circle wide around you as she speaks, as though stalking prey. You break into a slow, measured walk yourself, countering her movement, meeting her gaze dead-on as you hunt the hunter. "And what would you do if I was, Bon-Bon? Throw me a party? Write me a sternly-worded letter? Or maybe just piss and moan some more about how peaceful and superior ponykind is by comparison, when you've been attacked and-or invaded about four times in as many years and survived each attempt literally by a combination of divine intervention and pure fucking luck?"

Her eyes narrow, and she takes a single, heavy, stomping footstep towards you. The stone slightly, but visibly cracks under her earth pony strength. "Murderous, disgusting little monkey!" She growls.

Unimpressed, you match her movement, letting your footstep clap loudly against the floor as you step toward her. "Weak, stupid, preachy little -horse-!"

There is murder in Bon-Bon's eyes - or perhaps it's merely the reflection of your own. The two of you meet, face to face in the middle of the room, glaring directly into each other's faces, each unwilling to back down. Breathing heavily with the exertion of your own emotions, you whisper harshly into the pony's face.

"Are you as turned on as I am right now?"

Bon-Bon darts forward, biting down on your ear - not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make damn sure you feel it. "-More-."

You pick her up before she can react, robbing her of the leverage to utilize her incredible strength, and bodily throw her onto the heavy mahogany desk dominating the center of the room before throwing yourself after her. The mare lets out a heavy -oof-, but she's recovered by the time you fling yourself after her, and a pair of fore hooves wrap around your body, flexing powerfully as she attempts to grab you and pin you down. Open mouths crash together, tongues clashing as human and pony vye furiously for dominance. Her equine anotomy is an advantage here, her warm, wet tongue easily longer and stronger than your own, and in only seconds you are forced to retreat. Bon-Bon presses forward, face pressing against yours as her tongue lashes about inside your mouth. The pony gives a triumphant laugh even through the kiss, and you feel as much as hear her amusement at her victory.

It's short lived. While your rival-cum-lover is focused on thoroughly dominating you orally, your hand has covertly slipped between her thighs. The heat coming from her marehood is intense, nearly radiating from the pony's eager slit, and you find her soaking wet entrance without difficulty. Bon-Bon's eyes shoot open and widen as she feels your digits posed at her opening, and you smirk inwardly. Not wasting your advantage, your fingers slide effortlessly into her cunt, squishing lewdly as they do so. It feels wonderfully warm and wet inside of her, and your already rock-hard erection twitches appreciatively.

As much as you enjoy it, however, Bon-Bon enjoys it more. She pulls away from your face with a short scream of pleasure, and you feel her marehood tighten around your fingers, churning and rippling as though it has a mind of its own. On a whim, you use your thumb to rub at her large, exposed clit - definitely one of the benefits of the pony form. The result is thoroughly gratifying, as the earth pony's eyes actually cross in pleasure, rolling back up in her head as her mouth drops open in a pleasure groan. Pumping your fingers rhythmically in and out of her welcoming sex, you smile as you reduce the proud, independent, adorable mare to a twitching mess.

"It's over, Bon-Bon. Give it up. Tell me how badly you need it, and I promise I'll let you cum."

Slowly, her eyes refocus on you, the pony visibly fighting to master herself. Smiling innocently, you continue to pumping your digits into her tight slit. The tunnel still rhythmically contracts around you, urgently coaxing you for your seed.

"I... I..." Her head droops.

You lean in close, thumb running circles around her bulbous clit. "What's that, Bon-Bon? I couldn't hear you..."

"I'm... " Her eyes rise to meet yours once more, full of lustful defiance. You recoil, immediately realizing your error, but it's too late. "I'm not finished yet, monkey!"

Pressing both hooves to your chest, she pushes you back, hard. You fall onto your back with a grunt, fingers slipping from her sex. In a flash, the earth pony is atop you, her hips aligned perfectly with yours. With a single heavy tug, she rips your pants free, taking hold of your throbbing dick with a cream-colored hoof and steadying herself above it. Her pussy drips heavily onto your exposed cock, electrifying it with the sensation of her musky wetness. She growls, possessively.

"And this, is MINE." Dropping, she spears herself on your shaft, taking you all the way to the hilt.

"Oh, FUCK!" The words escape you involuntarily, the pleasure so intense it is nearly painful, as Bon-Bon's marehood at last claims its prize. As hungrily as her sex churned around your fingers, it seems even more eager now. Hot, wet ponyflesh engulfs you completely, writhing at your shaft even while Bon-Bon isn't moving, her copious fluids coating you from glans to balls. The heady scent of Bon-Bon clings to you, making you smell overpoweringly of the mare's musk. Bon-Bon begins to bounce up and down in your lap, her hips perfectly contouring to yours on every descent. The mare babbles absently, almost manically as she rides you.

"Mine, mine, mine, mine! So good, soooooo good, ohhhhh Celestia, YES!"

Your flesh slaps against hers loudly, again and again, almost bruisingly hard as you thrust upward to meet her every downward descent, each of you completely lost in the sensations of the other's body. Bon-Bon's pussy tugs at you with powerful contractions, clinging hard every time she pulls up and away from you, and relaxing to welcome you back in every time she falls upon you once more. You feel a rising pressure inside of you and grit your teeth, knowing it won't be much longer. Your balls tighten, more than willing to give the earth pony exactly what she wants, and her eyes light up in dazed delight as se feels you riding the edge of orgasm.

"Do it, do it! Cum in me, cum in me, cuuuuuu-!"

With a strength born of instinctive, primal desire, you lunge up at the pony as you cum, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her down atop you. You keep her pinned against your body as your cock spurts again and again, locking your dick inside her. Long, ropey strand after strand of your seed shoots into her writhing tunnel, painting her womb white with your essence, and Bon-Bon screams in satisfaction. Her hind legs lock behind you, holding you in, making sure that you give her everything you have to offer, and you are happy to oblige. For nearly a minute, the two of you hold each other in a death-grip, riding out every last drop of euphoria from your mutual orgasms. Only then do you finally relax, releasing each other. Your cock pulls free of her sated cunt with a small rush of spent sexual fluids, and you can't help but feel a little swell of pride at the sight. Several minutes pass silently, the two of you lying side by side in the middle of a conference table between two worlds.

Bon-Bon finally stirs, muttering tiredly to you. "Oh, Celestia... I don't think I'll ever get tired of this. I swear, every time is just as amazing as the first." She frowns slightly despite the words, however, and her eyes meet yours questioningly. "Don't you ever feel a little guilty about this? I mean, I love what we have, yeah... but we are ambassadors for our respective worlds. Isn't this kind of a conflict of interest?"

You chuckle, turning your gaze lazily up towards the ceiling as you speak. "I'd be more worried about it if we were the only ones doing it. As it is, I think half the council is fucking each other. At least."

Bon-Bon blinks, then props herself up, on a hoof, brow furrowed. "Wait, what? You're... not serious, are you?"

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely. I don't know what it is about humans and ponies..." You stretch luxuriously, "... but we can't seem to keep our hands off each other - er, or hooves, I guess. Starlight Charmer and that guy who takes the minutes are always making eyes at each other when they think no one's watching. Colonel Moore and Soarin had a 'private security meeting' a couple weeks ago, and she was walking bow-legged with a huge smile on her face the whole day afterward. Lyra Heartstrings doesn't even -try- to hide it with - uh, what's that guy's name again? The one who's always good with everything? Oh, you know who I mean."

Bon-Bon blinks, again, her brain slowly processing the information, before she grumbles, loudly. "Well, so much for professionalism, I suppose." Despite her words, she can't quite keep the smile off her face. Unable to help yourself, you reach out with a free hand, scratching gently behind her ear, and she sighs happily.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, Bon-Bon. After all, we're here to determine what kind of future Earth and Equestria are going to have with each other. And if this is the kind of start we're getting off to..." You cross your hands behind your head, looking up towards the ceiling once more, and let your mind wander, considering the possibilities. "I think we're all going to do just fine."

Rarity (gentle dom)

Author's note: I almost didn't include this one as it was very hastily written and originally just a three-paragraph teasing one-shot. I got requests to continue it though, and eventually decided to put it up here after all. Might go back and edit it into a more coherent beginning and ending later.

She pulls your pants down with her magic, wraps her tail around your cock, and proceeds to jerk you off. She doesn't bother moving, her tail more than enough to handle you as it pumps slowly and and down your shaft. She maintains that superior little smirk as you blow your load all over her flank, your white cum perfectly matching the whiteness of her coat.

Ah, humans: So big, and tough, and eager to impress with how powerful they were compared to their new pony neighbors... right up until they meet a frisky mare who knows exactly what she wants. And then, they're putty in your hooves.

"The Carousel Boutique, darling. Six PM, Friday night. Wear a suit and bring flowers. Of course, you don't HAVE to come..." She rears up on her hind legs, stretching out and propping her fore hooves on the wall behind you, so that she can stand at equal height with you. Leaning forward, she whispers into your ear. "... But I think we both know you will, don't we?"

She gives your ear a little lick before easing back down to the ground with a faint giggle. She walks away without another word, swaying her hips entirely more than is necessary, and you do not think it an accident that her tail bobs from side to side along with them - giving you short, teasing little peeks at her puffy pussy lips as she goes.

Why the hell had you agreed to date a horse, again?

Vividly, images of your cock tightly enveloped in the coils of her soft purple hair, the electrifying sensation of her tongue on your ear, the sight of that perfectly proportioned pussy, and the sultry promise of more to come flood back into your mind.

Oh, right. That.

You had been half-dreading the night when you showed up on Rarity's doorstep, about ready to bolt. What prevented you from fleeing into the night at the thought of the ultimate embarrassment you would surely endure, you would never entirely know. But after you rung the doorbell, your hand feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds, you had promptly found all of your expectations dashed. The white unicorn had greeted you warmly at the door with no trace of hesitation or erotic intentions - as though this was something the two of you did all the time, and it was the most ordinary thing in the world. You had offered her your flowers, and after taste-testing a couple (and thanking you for the delicious appetizer,) she had set them aside for later. What followed was a dinner at one of the ritziest spots in town, no one seeming to shoot you a second glance. It felt surreal in its normalcy.

Yet Rarity kept you from dwelling on it. The mare had a gift for small talk, engaging you in harmless, pleasant trivialities as though the two of you were old friends. She had a light, cheerful tone to her voice, and you couldn't help but smile like an idiot every time she laughed. You found yourself relaxing, unable to stay tense in Rarity's disarming presence. Part of you knew this had to be intentional, she had to be manipulating you into calmness - but the unicorn's company was so pleasant, you could only find yourself impressed at her social graces. Far from your initial dreaded expectations, you found yourself only more comfortable as the night drew on. You even grew somewhat bolder, the unicorn's obvious easy confidence bolstering your own, and made a few quips here and there where it felt appropriate.

And yet as delightful as the evening was, it eventually grew late. Rarity didn't have to ask - by now, you were feeling sufficiently chivalrous that you offered to walk her home of your own initiative. She offered you a fore leg to help her to her hooves, a demure smile on her face that seemed to warm you to your core. The two of you made your way slowly through the night, in no particular hurry. You admired the moon, hanging bright and full in the sky, and took a deep breath of the clean, cool country air. Princess Luna had outdone herself tonight.

Rarity's hips bump into yours - casually, wordlessly, as Carousel Boutique comes into view around the corner, and your whole body seems to tighten slightly in response. A bit of that nervousness is now coming back to you, remembering the mare's words from your previous encounter - a sharp contrast to her innocent, ladylike behavior now. You're not stupid. You know what's going to happen next. Hell, it's why you came, isn't it? You knew what was going to happen here. Didn't you? This was what you wanted. You think. Oh god, what are you doing here? Even thinking of a pony like that, it was so, so, so very wrong. What the hell had you been thinking? You have to get out of here.

Rarity's tail comes up to coil around your arm, grasping you firmly but gently. She looks directly into your eyes, and you can tell she knows what's going through your head. Her coiled tail rubs slowly up and down your arm - not an intimate gesture, but a soothing one. You look down at her, heart hammering in your chest, and try to speak. The words die on your lips.

But Rarity, beautiful, elegant, charming Rarity, is less conflicted.

"Don't think about it." Her voice is quiet, but compassionate, with just a hint of forbidden pleasures hidden in the undertones.

You falter. But -

"Shh...." She cuts you off. "Don't think about it. No one has to know. No one will get hurt." Her tail, having stopped its careful track up and down your arm, resumes gently stroking at your limb once more. "Just do what feels right."

For a long, long moment, neither of you speak. You look into Rarity's blue, guileless eyes. You concentrate on the sensation of her tail, caressing you softly. Silently, you make your decision.

Rarity smiles ever so faintly. "Would you like to come upstairs with me, darling?"

Yes. Yes you would.

Rarity shrugs out of her evening dress as she makes her way up the stairs, magical fields carefully enveloping each discarded item and floating them to their appropriate places. Wasting no time, she hops up onto her enormous, bannered bed, laying down in the center and turning to shoot you a sultry, inviting look: it seems that her excitement is finally beginning to get the better of her. "You know, it's terrible to keep a lady waiting..."

If any of your resistance still remained, it disappears with that. You pull your clothes off in a frantic blur of motion, dress slacks and underwear and shirts going every which way until you stand fully naked before the immaculate white pony. Your rapidly rising penis points towards her in clear appreciation of her charms, and she licks her lips slightly at the sight. "Oh, yes, very nice... very nice indeed. Why don't you come over here and give me an even better look?"

Somehow, you manage not to break into a run as you cross the room to the bed, but that is where your restraint ends. You almost tackle the unicorn as you fall into the mattress alongside her, wrapping your arms around her warm, soft body and immediately drawing her into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Rarity accepts the embrace readily, her agile tongue wrestling with yours in an warm, passionate dance. She gives a few muffled moans of satisfaction, and the noise reverberates through your entire body, causing your cock to twitch in eagerness. Your hands run up and down her body possessively, and you marvel at the intricately maintained perfection of her coat. Fuck, she's beautiful.

Not until she runs out of breath does Rarity pull away from you, gasping for air even as her eyes burn with lust. A soft glow envelopes her horn, and you nearly double over in pleasured surprise as her magic envelops your groin. Her magic squeezes and massages your balls ever so lightly, while the warm, tingling sensation of her magical essence covers every inch of your fully erect penis, from shaft to ever-so-sensitive glans. Growling lightly, she speaks.

"Tell me you need me."

You do - oh god, you've never needed anything so badly.

She leans forward, looking her gaze with yours, her magic still groping at your cock. "Tell me you want to belong to me."

The words leave your mouth easily, and you are surprised to realize they are no lie. You've never, ever met a girl like her before. She's amazing. She's perfect. You'd do anything to be with her again. You want to be hers. Oh God, do you want that!

Rarity's eyes light up in triumph, and she pushes you onto your back before climbing atop you, your cock resting firmly against her slit. "Well, I can hardly refuse such a heartfelt request, now can I?" Lifting herself, she holds your penis in her magic, aligning it with her slit. Pressing down slightly to confirm she's on target, you feel your cockhead begin to sink into her welcoming depths with agonizing slowness. Satisfied that she's positioned correctly, Rarity plunges down on your length, taking all of you inside her pussy in one thrust.

You grit your teeth, trying desperately not to cum on the spot as you struggle not to lose yourself in the overwhelming pleasure. Rarity's pussy is large enough to take your full size effortlessly, but still firmly muscled enough to squeeze you as tightly as any pussy ever could. She fits around you perfectly, her folds contouring to your cock like a slick, wet, hot satin glove. Neither loose nor crushingly tight, Rarity's cunt embraces you with the tenderness of a lover, and you can't help but groan as she rides you. That sound elevates to an involuntary cry of pleasure as she begins to slowly, smoothly bounce up and down in your lap, working your cock in and out of her hungry slit slowly. She's in no hurry, taking her time to savor every inch of you. Her cunt slides wetly up and down on you, filling the air with the deliberate sounds of sex, and every nerve in your dick lights up like a Christmas tree. Rarity's eyes roll with pleasure as she fucks you.

"Mmm, yes, just like that... perfect size, fits juuuuust right... Oh, you are definitely a keeper, darling..."

You lose track of the time as the gorgeous pony bounces up and down on your cock; minutes blur together until time itself seems to hold little meaning anymore. But gradually, the unicorn's control begins to erode. She bounces up and down atop you, faster and faster, her hooves running wildly over your chest, seeming to delight in feeling all over you. She pants eagerly, eyes glazed over with vacant lust. Her pussy works your prick inside her, twitching and squeezing around your length of its own accord, trying to milk you of your cum. You groan, long and low, and know that you will oblige it. Your balls tighten, and Rarity's eyes light up as she feels it.

"Oh yes yes yes yes, here it comes, give me everything! I want every last drop! Don't you dare hold back, don't you dare, don't... you..."

Rarity's cry intertwines with your own as you orgasm in unison. Your cock titches and jerks, filling the white pony with shot after shot of thick cum. Her pussy clamps down fiercely, as though to keep you from pulling out, massaging and pulling in rapturous sensation. You stay locked to each other for nearly a minute, her pussy determined to claim every last drop from you just as Rarity had promised, and your own cock pumping hot cum into her tight, grasping depths long after you would have thought possible. Once the moment finally passes, you collapse against each other, completely spent in mess of sweat and spent sexual fluids. Rarity winces as her pussy finally releases its grip on your cock, pulling free of you with a -pop-. You wrap your arm around your lover, and she cuddles into your shoulder. The both of you stare at the ceiling, feeling no particular inclination to move.

"So..." Rarity finally breaks the silence. "Next Friday night, same time?"

Twilight Velvet (Futanari, hyper)

It's Saturday afternoon, and you have nothing to do. You don't have any work today, the griffon you'd befriended a few days ago is out of town, and you've already run all of your errands for the day. It's unseasonably warm in Canterlot, too; warm rays beating down on the plaza making it hard to find any motivation at all. For all these reasons, you find yourself lazily sitting on the edge of the nearby fountain, just watching ponies go about their daily routines with a sort of bored detachment. Even more so than your humanity, you feel out of place for your current state of repose: Canterlot is most assuredly not a slow-moving city.

One dark blue unicorn stallion in particular seems almost frantic. His eyes cast about the plaza quickly, darting from pony to pony. You can't hear him, but the movement of his lips makes it pretty clear he's repeating "No... no... no..." to himself with each one he examines. The crowd pays him no mind, but your idle curiosity is piqued. You look directly at him.

Almost at the same time, he looks right back at you. The two of you blink at the sight of each other, but the stallion does not take his eyes off you. He continues to examine you carefully, and you just barely resist the urge to look away or leave - being stared at just feels weird, and as a human you tended to get plenty of that already. Before you come to a decision, however, the unicorn seems to reach one of his own. He sets out towards you at a brisk trot, purpose shining in his large eyes.

Reaching you, he draws up short. This time, you hear him clearly over the din of the busy public space. "... Exotic, tall, about the right age, not busy, curious nature... perfect. You'll do wonderfully." He eyes you up and down, and you begin to feel a little annoyed. You don't know what the hell he's talking about, but you don't appreciate being addressed like you're not even there. Abruptly, he seems to acknowledge you directly for the first time. Looking up into your face, the unicorn attempts a friendly, dissarming grin. "Hey, human. How'd you like to make a quick hundred bits?"

You must've been more bored than you thought.

It wasn't that you needed the money all that badly - a hundred bits was definitely nice, but you weren't so poor that you to had to make ends meet in shady, unspecified deals with strangers. Still, you really did not have anything in particular to do today, and the curiosity really was almost overwhelming: What did the pony want you for, and what's more, what kind of shady deals does a pony even make? They practically eat rainbows and shit butterflies, here. Truth be told, you found it refreshing, but the point remained: you'd never seen ponies conduct any kind of under-the-table business, and you found yourself bizarrely fixated on finding out what this was all about.

The moment you'd accepted, the stallion had given a victorious little buck and led you down a side street without further delay. He'd given you all the money in advance - leaving you once more struck by the honesty of this world - but hadn't said a word about what it was he actually wanted you to do. You kept your peace, content simply to follow him as he led you on a meandering path through old, but well-maintained streets, gradually veering into the residential district. You found yourself drinking in the scenery in appreciation; this was a nicer neighborhood, and it definitely showed. Cobblestone was the order of the day, giving the street that cultured look so characteristic of the capital, while planters full of flowers, ferns, and even fruit hung nearly anywhere there was room.

Though it was perhaps not a perfect neighborhood. A high-pitched scream of frustration sounds out from the picturesque house directly in front of you. You yelp in surprise, scrambling for cover as a thrown typewriter, propelled along by unicorn telekinesis, hurls itself from a second-story window. The instrument smashes into the ground loudly, somehow seeming miraculously intact. The stallion - whose name you had eventually garnered was Nightlight - simply winces sharply. "Looks like we made it just in time." He loks back over his shoulder at you, a fairly easy motion for a long-necked pony. "Well, here we go." Without a second glance, he opens the front door and heads in. You give the discarded typewriter a wary glance, but follow.

"Honey? I'm home!" Nightlight calls out cautiously as the two of you make your way through the kitchen. Nightlight steps gingerly, as though half-afraid of what he will find, and you find yourself mimicking his pace. The room is empty, but you hear a low, acknowledging growl echo from a closed door at the top of the stairs. Nightlight glances at you, biting his lip before continuing hopefully. "... And I brought.... ah... something to help you relax!"

The seconds stretch out as the two of you stand stock still, looking at the foreboding landing at the top of the stairs. The low, steady ticking of a grandfather clock seems thunderously loud in the silence.

Slowly, the door swings open.

Nightlight breathes a sigh of relief. When he looks up at you, he seems tired. "Well, that's your cue. Go ahead and get up there. You'll know when the job is done. Good luck."

Wait wait wait - that's it? That's all the explanation you get? What exactly does he want you to do?

The stallion looks away from your searching gaze, seeming uncomfortable with the question. "My wife is... a very, very talented writer. But she doesn't do so well with writer's block. It gets pretty miserable sometimes. When that happens, she needs something, a little... exciting, to get her stimulated again. She's never met a human before. I think you'll do the trick. Like I said, kid... good luck." Nightlight doesn't wait for your response, turning and walking out the side door where the two of you had come in. Thoroughly confused, all you can do is watch him go. Once he finally vanishes from sight, you turn your gaze to the top of the stairs, where the door still hangs ominously open.

The mare sitting at the small writing desk beside the window sure looks harmless enough. She's older, to be sure, but one look is all you need to know that the unicorn has taken good care of herself. Her mane is still sharply cut, retaining the sheen and bounce of a twenty-something. Her muscles are still firm and compact, and when she smiles warmly at the sight of you, there's no hint of sag or wrinkles in her facial features. Only a slightly deeper voice and mildly faded coat betray her true age, and the sight of a small family picture on the desk beside her shocks you - no way this pony has two adult children!

Following your gaze, she giggles lightly. "I'll take that as a compliment, thank you! My name is Twilight Velvet. And you are?"

Automatically, you introduce yourself, sitting down in the chair across the desk from the mare as you do so. Velvet smiles again, seeming completely at ease. Is this really the same mare you heard before?

"What a nice name. Human, is it? I've heard of your kind before, but never met one. My, how exciting!" She leans back in her chair before continuing, and you feel strangely as though you're being interviewed. "I always love meeting new people. I'm a writer, you see, and I find it very helpful to draw from life experiences. The more I know, the better I can write it."

She frowns, now, leaning forward in her chair and seeming to stare off into nothingness. "But sometimes, I run up against a wall. Try as I might, I just can't get inspired. I know what has to happen in the story, but I can't think of how to make it happen. I get more and more frustrated, and eventually I don't want to write at all. It drives me absolutely crazy. I just need a little something, you know? Something to help me... " Once more, she looks directly at you, and smiles. The warmth from before is gone, however, and something else has taken its place. Something predatory. "... unwind." Velvet licks her lips.

"And here you are. My husband, bless his heart! He always brings me the sweetest gifts to help get me inspired again. Like I said, I've never met a human before." Her horn lights up, and you feel a tinging envelope your groin. Looking down, the hem of your pants is engulfed in a shimmering magical field, the zipper descending of its own accord as the button smoothly releases. "Sooooo, what do you say we get to know each other better?"

Reflexively, you turn and look at the door - this is getting a little weird, even for you. But Velvet is having none of it - no sooner do you begin to shift in your seat than the entrance to the room is seized in a similar field and swings shut. "Ah, ah, ah." She chides gently. "Come on, now." No sooner than the door shuts and the magical aura around it dies, than another one engulfs the feet of your chair. You find yourself sliding across the short distance separating the two of you until you are almost face to face. Velvet leans forward across the desk, her lips meeting yours in a soft, wet kiss. The older mare pulls back, smiling mischievously. Your lips tingle softly where hers had met them. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

... Fuck it. You're in.

"Attaboy!" Twilight Velvet cheers, and you hear a bizarre -thump- as something presses into the underside of her desk. Before you can question it, you find her magic once more pulling at you, rapidly removing the rest of your clothes and shoving the chair away into a convenient corner as you stand. Your manhood twitches, rapidly rising to the occasion as Velvet eyes you appreciatively. Her gaze falls on your penis, and her eyes light up in glee. "Huh... I wonder if..."

Cutting herself off, the white-and-purple maned mare shakes her head harshly. "No no no, I'm not being fair, am I? Well, you showed me yours, after all. So I guess it's only fair if I show you mine." Her grin widening fit to split her face, Twilight Velvet stands and steps out from behind her writing desk, and you get a good look at her for the first time.

Marecock.

So. Much. Marecock.

Your eyes bulge, your jaw dropping at the sheer size and strength of the enormous rod before you. You've heard of futanari before, but Jesus Christ! Twilight Velvet's purple shaft is easily two or three times the thickness of your arm and almost as long, jutting out obscenely from the innocent, cute-looking older unicorn's crotch like a cannon ready to fire. Angry veins throb here and there along its surface, adding to the impression of sheer power the cock conveys. Her flared tip already dribbles copious amounts of precum, enough to constitute a full orgasm for you. You would think it impossible at first glance, but the equally huge and heavy furry ball sack beneath her makes clear where all that sticky, heady-smelling excitement is coming from. They hang freely beneath her, testament to the unicorn's incredible virility, and you can't help but feel awed. That is something else.

Watching your expression, Velvet rocks her hips back and forth, her cock swaying obscenely along with her movements, letting you get a good, long look. "Aww, do you like it?" Her horn wraps its grip around the titanic mass of flesh, and it jerks in her grasp. "I think it likes you too~"

Mesmerized, you watch the unicorn slowly jack herself off, her flare pointed directly at your face, the bulbous flesh giving off a powerfully musky smell of sex. Her cockslit occasionally oozes forth another heavy dollop of precum, covering the surface of Velvet's horsedick in a sticky sheen that squishes lewdly in her magical grasp. Your cock has long since risen to full attention, and you watch every movement with rapt attention.

"Mmm, you like watching this?"

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod.

"You want to fuck?"

... There's no way you can take that. No way. It's just way, way, way too big. You don't even want to try.

Twilight Velvet chuckles to herself. It's a humorless sound. "Silly boy. Who said anything about me fucking you?" Using her magic, she pulls you forward slightly, bringing you level with where she sits in her chair. You find your much smaller cockhead pressed directly against her massive flare. With a sick thrill, you realize exactly what she meant.

"You like my cock so much, get in there."

Complete and total uncertainty seizes you. You've... never done anything even remotely like this. Ever.

Her eyes sparkle. "Neither have I." Once more gripping your back, she pulls you forward, and your cock sinks into the massive, hot, tight grip of her own.

You gasp in unison, completely overwhelmed by mutual sensation. Velvet's penis is massive, with a cock slit to match, and her ample precum has done much to lubricate her passage. Even so, it's unbelievably tight, and her inner passage clamps down tightly on you as you enter. Your body moving on sheer instinctive breeding urges, you lean forward, widening your stance and steadying your hands on the unicorn's massive shaft in order to give yourself a better angle for penetration. Your hips press forward slowly but firmly, the rest of your shaft slowly disappearing into Twilight Velvet's massive glans. Her flesh bulges slightly as you insistently push your way inside, and she screams out in frenzied bliss. "Ohh, f, f-uuuuuuuuuuuck!" Her cock twitches again, powerfully, rippling around your own, and you groan at the intoxicating stimulation.

The entire world washes away in Twilight Velvet's grip, and you realize that nothing else in the world really matters. Pressing more insistently, you are rewarded with another pleasured scream as your shaft sinks deeper into the hot, sticky embrace of marecock. Looking down at where your two bodies are joined, you are stunned to see you are now balls-deep inside the unicorn's cock. It bulges obscenely with your presence. The thought of pulling out is abhorrent to you; nothing that feels this good can possibly be wrong.

The heavy groan of the unicorn, however, combined with the rapid rising and falling of her chest, is still enough to cut through the haze of your lust. Concerned, you ask gently if she's alright.

Velvet's eyes snap onto your own in a fierce glare, despite her continued panting. "Who... told you... to stop!?"

Grinning, you pull out of her embrace halfway before pushing in once more. The unicorn's heavy precum pools around your length, easing your passage and coating your entire prick in her sticky pre. It feels wonderful, and you begin to thrust a little more urgently as the fleshy tube gradually becomes more and more accepting of your passage. Twilight moans, instinctively grabbing at the bottom of her shaft, and an idea strikes you. You begin smoothly jerking her off, rubbing up and down along the end of her prick as her own hooves work frantically at the base in mutual masturbation. You cry out at another particularly hard twitch of her massive cock, just barely managing to resist cumming, and redouble your eager fucking of the unicorn's penis. Pulling almost all the way out, you see that your penis is completely covered in her potent white seed. Burying yourself inside her once more, you begin to hump Velvet's flare as fast as you can, suddenly desperate to fill her with your appreciation.

Velvet gives a series of short, adorable yelps each time you hilt yourself inside her cock, but the dazed grin on her face makes her feelings on the matter clear. The look of pleasure etched across her face is enough to drive you over the edge, and you thrust once, twice, three more times before burying yourself as deeply as you can with a shout. Your balls tighten, and you cum hot, heavy, and hard, straight into Twilight Velvet's grasping penis.

Once again, the older mare screams in forced pleasure as your seed washes into her. Left with nowhere else to go, your semen shoots down the unicorn's cock in forceful spurts, the sensation electrifying the mare's entire body. She spasms, her entire world going white as your cum finds its way into her heavy balls.

It's far more than she can take. Twilight Velvet orgasms as hard as she ever has in her life, her own furry sack tightening on her large nuts and driving shot after shot of marecum surging up through her shaft. You pull out just in time, but Velvet manages to return the favor anyway. As you pull free, falling to your back with an -oof-, the mare's enormous rod spurts directly into your chest. The sheer might of Velvet's cock is enough to liberally coat you in her thick seed, and she is far from done. Velvet trembles as her cock throbs again and again, jerking as it covers your face, chest, and stomach in the proof of her virility. When she finally finishes nearly half a minute later, stumbling away in a semi-conscious delirium,  you can scarcely breathe through the thick musk burying you. Tentatively, you open your mouth and take a little lick. Then, blinking, you take a bigger one.

"Hey."

Looking up, you see Twilight Velvet lying on the floor across from you, satisfied exhaustion writ clear across her features. Her cock receding back into its sheath, she is once more the very image of an adorable pony. She giggles at the sight of your jizz-encrusted face. "Hey, you look good like that!" Smiling, she holds her fore hooves open for a hug. Sliding across the floor, you embrace her with a sigh. Gently, she strokes the back of your head as the two of you recover from your mutual ordeal.

"Ever thought about being a muse?"

Twilight Sparkle (futanari)

You spent a lot of time at the library, so you weren't especially on your guard when you casually walked in that lazy Friday afternoon. Had you been paying more attention, you might have noticed the somewhat unwelcoming nature of the building on this particular day: All of the blinds had been drawn, and there were no signs of activity around the building. An aura of unease seemed to hang pervasively in the very air, warning visitors that now was not the time for their literary needs. You were here almost every other day, however, and fully engrossed in your usual rhythm. The door swung inward easily at your push.

The darkness was enough to finally get your attention, however. The library had never been dark before, and certainly not at this time of the day. Frowning, you squinted, trying to peer deeper into the gloom. Nothing. You took a small step forward, calling out a cautious greeting as you did so.

And tripped on the overturned book lying in the middle of the floor. You give a heavy 'oof' as you stumble forward, just barely managing to catch yourself before you fall; that could have been uncomfortable. What the hell is going on? The lights off in the middle of the day, no one in sight, and now books just lying around haphazardly in the middle of the floor? You'd seen Twilight get pretty careless with her library before, but it generally took something pretty serious to provoke this kind of neglect.

You're not given any more time to think on it - your panicked flailing and muffled curse seems to have been noticed. You hear a frantic, feminine gasp echo from the depths of the darkened room, followed by an intense scrambling. You know that voice.

Twilight? Is that you?

"Yes! I'm fine! Everything's fine! Go away! The library is closed right now!"

You shift carefully, not entirely trusting your footing after your earlier near-mishap, and take a single step in the direction of the voice. You still can't see the pony, but you're sure the light from the open doorway is silhouting you.

Twilight, why are you sitting around in the dark?

"I... I... like the dark! Sometimes! But now's not really a good time, so, uh... come back tomorrow, please. I'll be happy to help you with whatever you need then. Okay? Okay. Great. See you tomorrow, then!"

A quick flare of mild annoyance. It's not so much that Twilight is lying to you, as it is how incredibly bad she is at it. Now that your eyes have begun to adjust to the darkness somewhat, you can faintly see the shape of a pony huddled in the corner across the room. You don't know what's going on, but Twilight is going to have to do a little bit better than that, at least. Besides, you'd like to think that you've become friends with the purple mare; it might annoy her a bit, but if there's something you can do to help, you want to know about it. Casting your eyes about the room, you just barely catch the outline of the light switch on the wall - you must have missed it earlier. Smirking slightly in triumph, you tell Twilight that okay, you'll leave, but you're turning the light on before you go. You don't want her tripping all over herself.

"No, wait!" Her voice takes on a distinct edge of panic.

Too late. You flick the switch.

You blink as your eyes once more adapt themselves to the harsh glare. The room is a mess - books strewn everywhere. Most of them seem to be spellbooks or magic theory dissertations, judging from the titles. Seems like Twilight was looking for something in quite a hurry. Your concern escalates slightly, as does your annoyance. Whatever it is, she should've known that you would be perfectly willing to help.

The mare in question is leaning back against the far wall in the reclining, seated position that is ever so natural for a human being... and very, very unnatural for a pony. She holds a book tightly against her lap, as though afraid it will fly away if she releases it. You see the slightly darker spots in her coat that indicate she's sweating slightly. She grimaces at you.

That really doesn't look comfortable.

"Why not? You do it all the time. I just, thought I'd try it once. You know?"

Twilight, if something is bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?

The unicorn visibly hesitates, her grimace widening further. "I..." Her eyes dart around the room, looking everywhere but you. You wait, patiently.

But the moment seems to have passed. Twilight's shoulders sag slightly, a look of resignation in her eyes. "It's... nothing, really, Anon. I'll be fine. You're a good friend for asking, but this isn't something you can help me with. Please, just go away for now. Please...?" Her eyes widen, a faint watery sheen flickering across them ass she blinks repeatedl. Your heart misses a beat - cute girls making puppy dog eyes are unfair as it is, but when the cute girl in question is a pony, it's downright cheating. Reluctantly, you turn to leave.

Twilight closes her eyes and sighs in relief as you turn to leave, the stress of a long day temporarily draining from her muscles. That had been entirely too close. She could have sworn locking the front door was the first thing she'd done when this happened. The second you were gone, she would have to -

Her death-grip on the book in her lap finally relaxed, the thick tome shifts under the powerful force pushing up against it. The book is large and heavy, but proves no match for the object acting on it. It slaps against the floor with a loud -thud- as it is shoved aside. By reflex, you turn back to look.

And get a nice, long, unimpeded look at the enormous purple horse cock standing rigidly at attention from Twilight's crotch. Hunched over as she is, the veiny pink monster is almost large enough to touch her chin, and you could swear you actually see it pulsing with her heartbeat. It protrudes from an equally massive purple sheath which matches her coat as perfectly as though the dick had always been there. A pair of heavy purple balls complete the picture, lewdly framing the contrast of the feminine pony's thoroughly masculine pride. Dumbstruck, you stare in stunned fascination at the bulbous flare, a bead of precum sitting atop it like the cherry on a sundae. For a long, silent moment, all either of you can do is stare at each other: her expression locked in horrified embarassment, yours in stupified confusion.

The silence is broken by Twilight's long, screaming wail. "Noooooooooooooooooooooo! Don't look!" She tries to curl up into a ball, pressing herself into the corner, but her throbbing member makes it difficult. She groans, twitching feebly as she shuts her eyes in defiance of the world. She presses her face into her forelegs as though to hide from the world, and lies still. Only the occassional feeble moan escapes her.

Your mind is still reeling, but Twilight's obvious distress manages to spur you into action. Quietly, you close the still-open door, making absolutely sure to lock it - one unexpected visitor seems to have been bad enough for the poor unicorn. The scattered spell books suddenly start to make sense - it was no secret to anyone in town that Twilight liked to experiment with some of the strangest magic she could find, and that her... enthusiasm occassionally led to some very odd results. She must've been frantic after she managed to do... THAT... to herself, and spent the next hour or so tearing the library apart looking for some way to get rid of it. Judging from the state you'd found her in, you guessed she hadn't met much success. You kneel next to her slowly, trying your best not to startle her. She's crying softly now, the sound almost more than you can bear. Wordlessly, you place a hand on the back of her head, stroking her mane softly.

"You probly... think... I'mma freak..." Twilight sniffles, her usually impeccable diction slurred under her distress. You frown, but continue to stroke her hair, trying to soothe her. This has got to be one of the weirdest things you've ever seen, certainly, but ever since you arrived in Ponyville, Twilight had been your truest friend. She was hurting right now, and that was all you needed to know. Softly, you assure her that you don't think that.

She barks a short, humorless laugh. "You DO... the freaky unicorn, with her freaky magic, doing freaky things and turning herself into a FREAK. And it's true! Just look at me!" She sits up quickly, drawing her breath in through her teeth sharply in a bizarre reverse-gasp. Her marecock bobs with the fierceness of the motion, springing prominently to view once more. Blushing, you try to look away. It's surprisingly difficult, the unicorn's rod seeming to radiate virile strength.

Twilight continues, the words coming more easily now as the act of explaining seems to calm her down, if only slightly. She's still careful not to look you in the eyes, though, keeping her gaze locked on the floor the whole time. "I was practicing some old zebra magic I found, and it mentioned something about a fertility spell. It was some weird combination of transformation and life magic, and I was just so curious... I... I didn't think... didn't think it would do anything like THIS..." she groans that last word out desperately, looking down morosely at her sizable maleness. "I tried just dispelling it, but zebra magic is designed specifically to last a long time. I tried finding a counterspell, and there was nothing. And I keep trying to think of anything else, anything at all, anything I might have missed, but..." Her hooves fall to the side of her member, and it twitches at the touch. Twilight shuts her eyes tightly again, her voice once more coming out as a wail. "... but this THING is driving me crazy and I just CAN'T FOCUS!" Weakly, she falls to the ground on her side, her body shaking slightly with light sobs. "Just wanna make it go awaaaaaaay..."

... You know what you have to do. Mentally, you force yourself to relax, taking a deep breath and slowing releasing it, letting the tension drain from your shoulders as you do. This scenario is not something you could ever, ever have predicted, even with the insanity that is life in Ponyville. You were a pretty ordinary guy, all things considered. Stuff like this was completely, utterly beyond you. If you simply turned around and walked out the door, you doubted even Twilight would blame you for it.

But Twilight Sparkle, the funny, cute, intelligent, witty, friendly, sarcastic, optimistic, expressive - and yes, even beautiful, you'd come to realize - pony, whom you'd come to care for more than anyone else you'd ever known, was crying. And that was not going to stand. Not on your watch.

Sitting, you make yourself comfortable on the floor before reaching out and gently taking hold of Twilight's shaft.

Twilight jerks upright at the contact, looking at you with wide, startled eyes. "W, what are you -"

You don't give her a chance to finish. Twilight's member is big enough that you can only just barely get your hand around it. The warm, solid pillar of flesh throbs appreciatively in your grasp. You pump up and down at it with deliberate slowness. You're not in any hurry; if you're going to do this, you're going to be thorough. With your thumb, you trace little circles on the sensitive underside of of the unicorn's girthy prick.

Twilight's eyes roll back in her head, a cute "Oooooooohhhh..." escaping her as you go about your work. You smile, a rush of satisfied happiness shooting through you at the sight of the adorable pony instantly responding to your gentle ministrations. You flex your fingers around her length, subtly, softly squeezing up and down her shaft one finger at a time. Twilight gasps, her left hind leg twitching feebly in sensory overload. Unconsciously, she spreads her legs, her body urging you on long after her rational mind has melted into a puddle of ecstacy.

Taking this as your cue to up the ante, you work at her shaft a little faster now. If you still held any reservations about what you were doing, they have fled now; pony or no, penis or no, Twilight is Twilight. And with every rising moan, every throbbing pulse of her hot iron-hard cock in your hand, and every blissful look of sexual gratification on her face, you only feel better about this. Long-buried feelings, denied for months, finally bubble to the surface. This mare is everything you've ever wanted in a girl. Desperate to hear even more of those sensual cries, you begin to go at her tool with both hands now, her sheer size easily accomodating you. Your speed increases, pumping your lover's marecock. It has the intended effect, her cries escalating in volume as her overriding excitement grows, your own pleasure matching hers. Her flare is big enough to accomodate your fingers, and you put them to work rubbing at her sensitive, bulbous cockhead. Your other hand dips lower, gently cupping her enormous balls, kneeding at them ever so softly. She draws in a sharp, hissing breath, somehow managing to speak despite herself - though obviously only with great effort.

"Anon...I... I can't..."

You kiss her on the cheek before pulling back, smiling softly. Both of your hands work at her prick in a blur.

It's okay, Twilight. Just... let... go...

Twilight screams in release, loud and long, as she cums.

Your world goes white. Twilight's member had been pointing directly at your face as you stroked her, and her powerful horsecock is more than strong enough to propel strand after ropy strand of unicorn sperm directly across the intervening space. Every muscle in Twilight's body locks rigidly, her hips the only part of her moving as they instinctively hump wildly at your hands. Her cock continues to jerk and spray for several seconds, completely coating your face is a thick, gooey layer of warm pony cum. You are acutely aware of every powerful jerk of her pride in your hands, but make no move to pull away as Twilight finishes painting your face with her seed. Inwardly, you feel a bizarre little flush of pride at just how much cum you were able to coax out of the mare; it's oddly satisfying being able to get such a strong reaction out of her.

It's several more seconds before Twilight's mind even begins to recover from her post-orgasmic haze of relaxed pleasure. Lazily, she draws her gaze up to your face, then cringes slightly at the thoroughly marecum-covered sight. A faint spike of shame managing to pierce through even her veil of sexual satisfaction, and she begins to babble out an apology.

"Oh Celestia, look what I did to... oh my, I am so, so sorr-"

You smile, removing your finger from where you'd placed it against her lips, shushing her. That won't do. You only just managed to get her to relax, after all, and it wasn't like you didn't thoroughly enjoy yourself as well. Still, actions often speak louder than words, and you'd prefer not to have to argue your point to convince her. Your index finger still extended, you wipe it across your face, getting it nicely coated in thick unicorn cum. Making sure that Twilight is still watching, you pop it into your mouth and suck the finger clean.

Surprisingly, it's not that bitter, and you find you actually rather like the taste - chalk it up to magical pony girlcum, you guess. Twilight's load is musky and thick, but not displeasingly so, and the texture is nice and smooth, seeming almost to melt in your mouth. It tastes faintly of blackberries. You swallow appreciatively, relishing the feel of it sliding down your throat. Not bad at all.

Twilight's eyes visibly widen as you swirl her load around in your mouth, her own mouth dropping open slightly in mute astonishment as she regards you. She gives a short little choking sound as your throat visibly works, swallowing her generous gift.

She doesn't have to say anything. The rapid swelling of her member says it all for her. In less than a minute, Twilight's cock stands as tall and proud as ever.

You lick your lips. Your eyes meet hers, burning with mutual lust. She's not afraid or ashamed anymore. You've shown her that she doesn't have to be. And if she isn't done yet, you are more than happy to help. Your hands wrap around her massive tool once again - not to stroke this time, but to steady it. Wordlessly, you ask her permission.

"Yes..." She whispers fiercely, fully embracing her passions at last. "By Celestia, YES!"

It's all you need to hear. You lunge, taking as much of her cock as you can into your mouth.

The taste is wonderfully musky, and your tongue dances wildly along Twilight's flare to collect as much of it as you can. Precum is already gathering at her tip once more, and you probe the soft flesh attentively to make sure you gather up as much as you can - to waste even a single drop would be a crime. You suck hard, needfully, desperate to service as much of that wonderful rod as possible, and Twilight squeals in appreciation, bucking her hips reflexively. That's alright, you can work with that. Opening a bit more widely, you welcome the thrust, taking just that much more pony cock into your mouth. Twilight gives a faint and very uncharacteristic "F, fuuuuuck..." as she slips deeper into your welcoming entrance, and you chuckle slightly despite your preoccupation. The gentle hum of your laughter vibrates your mouth around Twilight's cock, and she groans once more, grabbing at the back of your head with her forehooves instinctively. A warm flush of pride shooting through you once more at your ability to coax such reactions out of the unicorn, you reward her with a series of quick, noisy, slurping bobs at her massive shaft, the act slowly getting easier as you go along with it.

The next few minutes pass in a wonderfully intoxicating delirium of pleasure for the both of you, Twilight alternating twitching and moaning feebly in your grasp, and occassionally giving short, gasping encouragements or demands. They're never much more involved than "Yes! Fuck, yes!" Or "Suck it, suck it, SUCK IT," but you are only too happy to oblige, nonetheless. The rest of the world fades away, leaving only what's important: servicing this beautiful mare and her beautiful cock. For the next several minutes, the only time Twilight Sparkle's cock leaves your mouth is for when you are too busy licking her shaft or those huge, warm balls instead.

God damn, Twilight Sparkle has a tasty dick.

Her size is more than you could ever fit in your mouth despite your best efforts to the contrary, but that's okay - you have other options. Taking a deep breath, you redouble the bobbing of your head, sucking loudly, greedily at her length every time you pull back. Lower down on her shaft, your hands come back into play, once more frantically jacking off the well-endowed unicorn. You feel Twilight's sack beginning to tighten, and flush with triumph once more. Time for you to receive your reward.

But Twilight, her reluctance long since faded, isn't going quietly this time. Newfound instincts take charge, and with an adorable roar of dominance, her forehooves latch down on the back of your head, pulling it back and forth as her hips once more buck wildly against you. It's all you can do to hold on, as Twilight Sparkle furiously fucks your face. Her massive cock, once putty in your hands, now claims you as her own. Twilight thrusts wildly, driving her cock into your throat again and again as fast as she can. Her balls slap loudly against your chin with every thrust.

For the second time that day, Twilight Sparkle screams out in orgasm.

You swallow again and again, Twilight's massive cock leaving you little choice. The unicorn's cum is soothingly warm all the way down your throat, and you can actually feel it settle satisfyingly in your stomach. Twilight begins to relax slightly after the seventh or eighth spurt, pulling back from her forceful, domineering position, but you hold onto her hips tightly and lock your lips around her prick - you don't mind her pulling back a bit so you can taste your reward more, but you'll be damned if you're going to let any out of your mouth. Sighing in total contentment, the powerful mage strokes your hair softly, watching your head dance about her lap, dutifully clean her cock of any remaining cum.

A faint tingle envelops her crotch, and she feels you pull back in surprise. The fertility spell, its use thoroughly expended, quickly expires, the enormous pillar of proud pony cock shrinking away and leaving behind smooth, unblemished flesh. Twilight Sparkle smiles in relief as her original, fully female status is restored; as amazing as this afternoon had been, she did NOT want to be stuck that way. Her strength thoroughly depleted by both the stress and the exertions of her day, Twilight slumps against you with a sigh.

"Thank you... Was so afraid... didn't know what to do. Thought I was gonna be stuck that way. Really, thank you... thank you, so, much..." Trailing off in her exhaustion, the spent purple pony dozes off on the spot.

You watch her quietly for several seconds, her chest rising and falling with the slow, easy breathing of a deep, peaceful sleep. Very carefully so as not to awaken her, you pick up the slumbering pony and carry her upstairs to her bedroom. Tucking her in without waking her is a bit tricky, but you manage to pull it off. As you begin to pull away, however, Twilight lets out a little half-asleep mewl, forehooves pulling possessively at your retreating hand.

After a brief hesitation, you climb into bed alongside her. Twilight sighs, clutching at you. Even in her sleep, a tiny smile creases her face. Smiling yourself in turn, you pull her to your chest, and fall asleep alongside her.

You wind up sleeping pretty well too.

Showmanship (Trixie, futa)

You'd accepted Trixie's job offer of 'personal assistant' without hesitation. After all, beggars couldn't be choosers, and you weren't far from begging at the time. You'd nearly run out of bits, and quite simply put, no one was hiring. At least, they weren't hiring you. You knew Trixie vaguely from watching a few of her shows in wealthier times, and you'd figured she probably couldn't resist the attention she'd get by having a big, scary human serving her. You weren't far off in that guess, either; Trixie kept you off the stage most of the time, but you always seemed to get paraded around at least once per performance. You didn't mind, honestly. Bitchy though she was, the attitude somehow worked on her. Truth be told, you actually kind of enjoyed her incessant bragging after a good show.

Today's had not been a good show.

The crowd was small, it had started raining halfway through, and even Trixie couldn't be perfect all the time; she'd managed to flub a couple of her techniques, to much laughter. All of this added up to a disappointing pool of bits, and a very steamed showmare at the end of the day. More importantly, you could tell from her fuming that her pride had been wounded. And you knew exactly what her response to that would be.

Trixie entered the wagon without a word, sighing heavily in frustration as she sat down heavily in her chair, staring blankly into her mirror. The soft pattering of rain against the walls was the only sound in the cabin, as you wisely choose to keep your peace and continue rolling up some of the unused fireworks. Anything you said at this point would probably just irritate Trixie more, as would trying to slip out. Best to simply fade into the background as much as possible.

It was not to be. "Servant!" Trixie calls, locking her gaze onto you challengingly. You notice a small, competetive smirk beginning to crease her face once again. She pushes her chair back away from the desk, giving you a good look at the rapidly stiffening horsecock nestled between her legs. Even at half-mast, she puts most stallions to shame... not that the vain unicorn would have it any other way. It's only natural for the Great and Powerful Trixie to be the best. Her smirk grows wider as she sees your gaze firmly fixated on her member, and you'd swear her virility stiffens up just a little bit faster, becoming fully erect. Her proud shaft twitches eagerly, ready for use. "My cock needs warming. Get to it."

Without waiting for your response, Trixie seizes your entire body in her magical field, bodily dragging you towards her. You know better than to resist. Even in this department, Trixie is better than most - the average unicorn could never dream of lifting something as large as a full-grown human being, but Trixie seems to have little trouble. Her face twitches in concentration as you reach her. Her horn's glow brightens slightly, and you feel a flurry of telekinetic energy pulling every which way. Your clothes are stripped in seconds, leaving you completely naked and floating helplessly before the dominant unicorn.

Trixie licks her lips. "Time to earn your keep." Carefully, she lifts you over top of herself, not bothering to shift in her chair. Her legs are splayed out, relaxed and unconcerned as she positions you over her jutting cock. Once her flare is pressed firmly against your pucker, she lets the spell fade.

Trixie's cock invades you easily, effortlessly despite its massive size, gravity doing the work for her as you are impaled on her length. Your mouth opens in a trembling, silent scream, the strength instantly fleeing your muscles as the arrogant showmare brutally claims your asshole. Your muscles cling around her shaft, involuntarily milking Trixie's dick for all they are worth. Her massive size ensures you feel every last inch of cockflesh, that you are aware of every throbbing vein. Trixie's prick becomes the focus of your entire world. Only with effort do you remember to breathe. She's managed to bury her shaft in you balls deep, leaving you obscenely seated on the showmare's lap. Your eyes are half-lidded as you struggle with the feeling of being so completely filled with mare-dick.

Trixie groans, revelling in the hot tightness of your ass. Fuck, she was never quite sure which she enjoyed more - the sex itself, or the rush of so utterly dominating you. Flexing her hips, she thrusts lightly against your ass, provoking a small yelp. A rush of warmth shoots through her groin as your ass once more massages her cock, and rush of warmth through her mind at your submissive sound. She wants to hear it again.

Trixie's grin grows as she once more relaxes, leaning back casually into her seat. Her horn once more emits its trademark glow as she takes you in her telekinetic grip. Rhythmically, she begins to lift and lower you, again and again, masturbating her massive pride with your ass. The unicorn takes her time, never once deigning to use her hooves as she pulls you up and down on her shaft, your asshole clinging at her wonderfully. She's careful not to let you get used to it; any time you stop moaning like a whore, she replaces her slow, steady motions with hard, furious pounding that hilts her maleness inside your ass on every pull. Really, she's too kind to you, she muses. If anything, she should make you pay HER for this privelege. Being allowed to ride the cock of the Great and Powerful Trixie? She'd have to make sure you thanked her properly, later. It was only polite.

Even despite her bliss, Trixie's ears flickered at the faint distraction of voices just outside the wagon. The rain outside had stopped, it seemed, and in the meantime, ponies had begun milling about in the commons once more. Her thoughts soured briefly at the vague reminder of her earlier performance, but were quickly brought back to attention by a particularly loud moan as she ground your ass in a circle around her fully hilted length. A devious idea came to mind.

Trixie's horn flared, sending the magic instruction to her wagon to unfold into its stage configuration. Even through the haze of forced pleasure enveloping your mind, you froze, your finally-relaxed asshole fiercely tightening around Trixie once more. She giggled, whispering into your ear as the wagon rearranged itself all around. "Oops."

Every pony in town stared in blank amazement as you were revealed, right on center stage, firmly seated on your mistress's throbbing cock.

Your mind shut down in sheer, mortified panic, every eye in the crowd burning holes into you. But before you could even think of acting, Trixie beat you to the punch. Leaning back in her chair and casually crossing her forehooves behind her head, she resumed her magical ministrations, bouncing you up and down in her lap. You moaned, long and loud, Trixie's flare massaging your prostate with every overpowering push. Half of Ponyville watched, mesmerized, as the Great and Powerful Trixie effortlessly asserted her mastery over one of the mythical humans. More than a few of the onlookers had begun breathing heavily, faces flushed with more than embarassment as Trixie's length disappeared inside your stretched ass again and again.

None of them were laughing at her now.

Trixie grunts, speeding up as she finally began to lean forward, wrapping her hooves around your waste to assist in pulling you up and down on her cock; she was close. Proud, throbbing marecock spread you again and again, as Trixie thrusted her hips against yours, taking what belonged to her. With one final, gasping push, the showmare hilts herself inside you. You both cum in unison, your cock launching your cum through the air to splatter on the stage floor. Trixie holds you in a vice-like grip as her own cock twitches again and again. Your bowels quickly fill with potent unicorn sperm, Trixie's dick plugging your asshole quite effectively and making sure you take every last drop.

When the two of you finally come to your senses a moment later, you realize the onlookers are still rivetted on the two of you. More than a few stallions in the audience seem to be standing rather awkwardly, in the way that only a male trying to hide his 'excitement' can. You can faintly hear a wide-eyed mare near the stage muttering 'Whoa...' under her breath, sounding overawed.

Lifting you off her lap and placing you in a quivering heap on the stage, Trixie stands. Her cock, rapidly wilting but still easily outsizing most of her audiences', flops beneath her as she takes a deep, wordless bow.

After a long, unsure moment, the commons begin to shake under the thunderous applause of pony hooves.

Fluttermilk

Fluttershy had been thoroughly startled the first time you accidentally walked in on her milking herself, but hadn't thought too much of it until she'd noticed the rapidly-growing erection in your pants. It was fairly common for mares to lactate periodically; just one of those little quirks of pony biology, and thus not much was thought of it when a pony needed to relieve the pressure. Your very unusual reaction had frightened her at first, and you'd very quickly excused yourself to avoid inciting a panic attack in the timid pony. But the more she thought about the encounter, the more... flush she had become. You hadn't been disgusted; if anything, you seemed very much the opposite. And, she enjoyed caring for the needs of others, didn't she? Maybe, if you were so interested, and she had to get rid of the milk anyway, and... and...

The next morning, you'd answered a knock to find an unlabelled bottle of milk on your doorstep.

Surprisingly, the next step had been Fluttershy's idea. You'd made it very clear just how much you'd appreciated her gift. (The taste of it, anyway. You failed to mention the part about the mind-blowing orgasm you'd masturbated yourself to afterwards.) In response, the butter-yellow pegasus had very, very, very meekly offered to let you have more, if you wanted it - totally fresh, no less. As if on cue, a tiny drop of whiteness had spilled from one of her milk-filled breasts.

It had turned out to be a very satisfying day for both of you. And the beginning of a daily habit.

You close your eyes in bliss. You would smile, but moving your lips like that would require you to relinquish the soft teat in your mouth, and that simply isn't going to happen. Fluttershy's milk is as warm and rich as ever, and you are torn between wanting to suck it down as fast as you can, and drawing the process out to savor it as much as possible. Waves of satisfaction pulse through your entire body in time with the release of her sweet nectar, all the stress of the day fading away. You suckle at the gentle yellow pony's nipple slowly, but strongly - you're not in any hurry, but you know what you want.

For her own part, Fluttershy continues to lie as still as she can on her side, keeping her hind legs spread as much as she can to ensure you the easiest possible access to her engorged breasts. The pegasus alternates between soft gasps and gentle cooing as you indulge yourself. Milking herself had never been anything but an unpleasant chore in the past, but with your aid it had become her favorite pastime. Intense, overwhelming pleasure from your lips and tongue against her sensitive teats warred with the more gentle maternal sensation of nourishing you, giving freely of her very essence in an act of pure affection. Fluttershy reached down with her forelegs, gently cradling your head against her soft, warm body. She felt a quiet spike of pride at how happy she always seemed to make you, how eager you always were for her milk. Lovingly, she urges you to drink your fill; she knows she'll have plenty more by tomorrow. Her ample breasts have grown accustomed to the demands you so regularly place on them, swelling wonderfully over time. It's just a happy bonus that you have that much more titflesh to caress and grope at, now.

You give one last long, hard suck, greedily drawing out as much of Fluttershy's milk as you can before stopping. Part of you is disappointed as always that feeding time is over, but the rest of you knows you now have something to look forward to tomorrow. Smirking slightly to yourself, you refrain from swallowing the mouthful of milk. Quickly repositioning yourself, you pull the beautiful, sexy pony into an open-mouthed kiss. Even through your lip-lock, Fluttershy lets out a small, surprised 'eep!' at the unexpected movement. She quickly relaxes, however, as your tongue and her own milk invades her mouth. She melts into your embrace as your tongues meet in a passionate dance, swapping her sweet, rich flavor between them.

Fluttershy is the one to finally break the kiss. Her eyes burn with passion as she quickly clambers to her feet, turning away from you and arching her back to better present her winking marehood. Looking over her shoulder at you, she whines with need, the simple sound conveying her desire better than words ever could.

You are more than happy to oblige her. Your voices intertwine into a single rapturous cry as you invade her eager depths, intent on burying as much of yourself as possible inside the welcoming mare. Your bodies move not against, but with each other as you make love. For an eternal, timeless moment, you lose track of where you end and she begins.

You cling to each other tightly as mutual orgasm wracks your bodies, your balls twitching as they unload your seed inside the tightly grasping pussy of the yellow pegasus. For a long, long moment, neither of you move, content to simply hold and be held by the other. Fluttershy trembles in your arms, eyes closed and panting slightly as she basks in the warm afterglow of her climax. Brushing back a long lock of disheveled pink hair, you kiss the pony softly on the forehead. With a happy little sigh, she falls to sleep almost immediately in the safety of your embrace.

Sometimes, a little kindness is its own reward.

Applejack

“What in tarnation!?”

Standing from where you'd been kneeling to grab the newspaper, you look up. Sure enough, the voice you'd heard was unmistakably that of Applejack. You didn't hear that tone from her often – generally just when something was wrong. The orange earth pony is staring at you with a look of obvious shock and confusion,  further compounding your concern. Applejack has never been anything but polite and friendly to you – you can't imagine why she seems so upset to see you.

She doesn't keep you in suspense. Quickly trotting over, Applejack wordlessly grabs you with a single hoof and shoves you back inside your house before stepping in herself. Taking a brief glance back out at the street, she seems satisfied to see no one else. Shutting the door, she turns to face you, anger plain on her face.

“Are ya'll crazy? Ya got some sorta death wish, Anon? Why are you still here?”

'Uhhhhh...' might not have been the wittiest response you've ever given, but in this case it was a heartfelt one. What the hell is she talking about? You were picking up the morning paper, not robbing a bank! Slowly, you ask AJ if she wouldn't mind explaining herself.

“You know darn well what ah'm- “ Abruptly, she stops. She looks up and down at you, taking in your alien physique. “Ya know, on second thought, maybe you don't.” AJ sighs, craddling her face in a hoof. “Ah don't believe this... nopony ever told you. 'Course I guess they probably just took for granted that you knew, but...” She shakes her head.

You remind AJ that she hasn't actually told you what she's talking about yet, somehow managing to rein in your sarcasm as you do so. Barely.

“Anon, ya can't stay here in town this week. Tain't safe. Whole town's comin' into cycle, startin' this mornin'. Rest of the males have already evacuated, and if you don't git outta here, yer liable to get...” She trails off for a moment before resuming. “... well, you'd be makin' a lot of mares happy, for sure, but then mares in heat don't tend to take 'no' for an answer.”

… Oh.

… Well, that's... umm....

Applejack? Help. Please.

The farm pony just sighs. “No more time to plan, Anon. Heat started just this mornin'. You're just lucky it's still early and you ain't run into nopony yet. Ain't you got any place to go for a while?”

No... not really. You're an alien here. It had been hard enough just to familiarize yourself with Equestria and get a job to buy yourself a house here in town, you certainly had no friends or assets you could call upon anywhere else. Honestly, you were proud even to have that much – you'd shown up here with nothing but the clothes on your back, and less than a year later you were a resident in good standing. It wasn't much, but damn it, you'd worked for it. Still, it left you in a bad place now.

Applejack fidgets for a moment, refusing to meet your gaze. Your expression continues to darken as you consider, then reject desperate idea after desperate idea. Finally, the earth pony can take it no more. She interjects.

“Listen, sugarcube. If'n you really don't have anywhere else to go, ah'll let ya stay in the guest room at Sweet Apple Acres this week. You've always been right neighborly, and Big Mac and Applebloom seem to like ya.”

Your heart fills with a sudden swell of hope, the town's most dependable and capable pony once more living up to her reputation. No getting raped nearly to death by horny ponies for you! Enthusiastically, you thank Applejack profusely for her help. She smiles at your effusive praise.

“Aw, shucks. Ain't nothin'. Now let's get goin' before somepony sees you an' starts feelin' a little... over-friendly.” The matter seemingly decided, Applejack turns to the door.

You pause – something just now occurred to you that really should have already. Hesitantly, you point out that Applejack herself is a mare. Isn't she going into heat too? Won't that be a problem if you're at the farm?

Applejack light-heartedly laughs your concern off. “Don't you worry none, sugarcube. The more mares are in one place, the worse the heat is. I'll be the only one in season at Sweet Apple Acres; Granny Smith is too old and Applebloom's too young. Might be a little uncomfortable, but trust me: ah can take it. Heck, technically it's already started for me,” she rolls her eyes at you a bit and smiles, “but somehow, I ain't jumpin' your bones. Everything'll be fine.”

So. The heat, huh?

Big Macintosh just nods in response. “Eyup.”

And this happens every year?

“Eyup.”

You ever been in town when it happens?

“Nope.”

Quite the talker, aren't you?

“Eyup.”

Looking over your shoulder across the field, you spot Applejack bucking some trees. The usual cheerful smile that decorates her face is gone now, a mildly annoyed scowl marking it instead. She's moving more slowly than usual, as well. The heat must be pretty hard on her, whatever she claims.

“Eyup.”

You start briefly at Big Mac's response – you hadn't actually meant to vocalize that last thought. Still, as long as the uncomfortable topic has been raised, you may as well clear up some questions with the taciturn farmer.

Is it really okay for the two of you to be here? You don't want to make things any harder than they have to be for AJ. The two of you are males, so shouldn't the sight and scent of you be enough to make her... er... upset? Come to think of it, isn't Big Macintosh always here during the heat? Isn't that a problem?

“Nope.” To your surprise, the well-built earth pony elaborates this time, perhaps sensing you won't shut up until he gives you some answers. “Heat feels mighty uncomfortable if the mare don't take care of it. Kinda like an itch they can't scratch. But family don't set it off. Heat knows the difference. AJ don't feel good, but ah don't make her feel any worse.”

And what about you?

Big Macintosh shrugs.

The moment seems to have passed, so the two of you resume your tasks: Big Macintosh plowing the field, and you dropping seeds in his wake. Dull work, to be sure, but relaxing in a way. Besides, if you were going to be staying with the Apples for a few days, you wanted to help earn your keep. It'd been two days already, and you had no intention of just sitting on your ass any longer.

Applejack bucking trees nearby has become white noise by this point. Thus, when you feel a strange nagging sense that something is wrong several minutes later, it comes not from what you notice, but rather what you don't. Suddenly aware that the cracking of hooves against trees has paused, you look up from your task to check on the orange mare. She's right where you expect her to be, thankfully, but a closer look leaves you no less concerned.

She's staring at you.

You're awakened by the sound of the door to your room opening. The motion is as slow, cautious, quiet, but you've always been something of a light sleeper. Still, with the haze of sleep hanging heavily on your mind, you don't react right away. Even through your closed eyelids, you can tell it's still night by the lack of Celestia's sun beating down on your face. Ugh, what time is it, anyway...

A long moment passes, filled with nothing but the steady rhythm of your breathing and the soft, comforting warmth of the bed. You nearly fall asleep again, just like that. But just as your consciousness begins to fade once more, you faintly hear the sound of whispering. It's still a few feet away, and it doesn't seem to be directed at you, per se. But even in this state, Applejack's southern drawl is unmistakable.

“Just... just this once. Just for a few minutes. Just gotta get some relief, and I'll be fine.”

The earth pony's usual strong confidence is replaced now by a hesitant, tormented tone; you've never heard anything like this from her before. The vestiges of sleep begin to fade from your mind, the wrongness of the situation bringing you to full awareness. Still, you keep your eyes shut and your breathing even – if only because you aren't sure what else to do.

Applejack seems to buy your act. Taking a few more carefully quiet steps, she crosses the distance to your bed. You hear her inhale deeply, breathing in your scent. “Ohhhh, yeah... Landsakes, it ain't never been this strong before...” Sh hesitates. “If ah just... ah just look at it, it might help. Ah can control this. Ah can.”

Before you can wonder what Applejack is talking about, you feel her grasp the edge of your sheet in her teeth. One careful pull later, you feel the protective warmth of the bedding withdraw, exposing you to the room. You cringe slightly, suddenly remembering that you'd gone to sleep naked for lack of fresh clothes. Applejack pauses noticably at your motion, waiting several long seconds to make sure you're not waking up.

When you don't move again, Applejack resumes, pulling your covers all the way down to your knees. She hisses lightly as she gets her first good look at your penis. “Yeeesssssssss...” After only a brief hesitation, a soft bump echoes through the room, followed by a sudden rhythmic rubbing sound you can't quite place. Unable to help yourself any longer, you crack one eye open.

Applejack is sitting on her rump in the middle of the room, eagerly rubbing at her clit. Her eyes are locked on your cock.

Your breath catches in your throat, but you needn't have worried – Applejack's own light panting easily covers the lapse in your breathing. Her face is flushed, equine pussy winking in demanding anticipation. She closes her eyes in shame, but continues stroking herself, her wet cunt pushing trails of fluid out onto her exploring forehoof. “Ah'm so sorry, Anon... Ah can't make it stop...”

You're unsure how much time passes, you desperately trying not to move a muscle while Applejack masturbates herself before you. It certainly feels long enough. Closing your eyes tightly once more, you try to block out the thought of what's going on before you. But with no more visual stimulation, you are left with nothing but the steady, wet sound of Applejack's grasping sex to fill your mind. Your body begins to respond instinctively despite yourself, cock steadily growing hard.

Applejack gasps at the sight. You hear her clamber to her hooves, all attempts at subtlety seemingly forgotten, and crack open an eye once again. The mare is staring at your prick as if nothing else exists. She licks her lips, and steps toward you.

As abruptly as the moment comes, it goes. Applejack closes her eyes and shakes her head rapidly.

“... This ain't right.”

“ This... just ain't right.”

Her face set in a determined glare, Applejack turns and leaves the room without another word. Her pussy winks at you again as she leaves.

Several seconds after the door shuts, you sigh long and low. Clenching the covers, you pull them back up over your body, making sure to cover yourself all the way up to the neck. The sheet brushes uncomfortably against your still-erect cock.

Tomorrow morning. You'll leave tomorrow morning.

Applejack looks like hell. You can't imagine she got any sleep after she left your room last night. You didn't either, truth be told, but for her to look this bad you had the feeling she hadn't been getting much sleep at all recently. She doesn't even seem to notice when you enter the barn, or shut the door loudly behind you. Clearing your throat finally gets her attention, a vaguely panicked look on her face at your sudden relative proximity.

“Anon... what're you doin' here? Where's Big Mac?”

You tell her that Big Macintosh is still finishing breakfast, and that he'll be headed out into the orchard directly afterward. He wouldn't be expecting you to join him – you were leaving the farm today.

“Leavin'? ...Why?”

Haltingly, you search for the right words before telling Applejack that you just feel very awkward here. You appreciate all her help, but you can manage the last few days of the Heat on your own.

As you speak, Applejack's face shifts. Gradually, widened eyes turn to narrowed ones; lips turn downward into a frown. You're a little confused. You thought she'd be more relieved about this. You weren't about to reveal to her that you'd been awake last night, but she hadn't seemed particularly happy then.

“Ahh. I see how it is, now.”

What does she mean?

Applejack takes a single step towards you, her face shifting into a sneer. There is a hardness in her eyes, now, that you've never seen in the considerate pony before.

“Ya'll think this is funny, huh? Ya think you're too good for Apple family hospitality. Think you can just do whatever you want, doncha?”

Applejack takes another step forward, and this time you step back to match it. The farm pony continues unheeding.

“You've been teasin' me since the minute you got here. Ah take you in, welcome you, care for you, and you been laughin' at me the whole time! Waving that flank in mah face, flirting, trying to tempt me with that... cock!” She struggles with that last word, as though controlling herself through saying it takes all of her effort.The light in Applejack's eyes has turned manic, her mind producing the kind of logic only raging hormones could invoke. You glance behind you. The door isn't far.

But Applejack follows your gaze. “Oh, no you don't.” She growls. “You started this, Anon, and I intend to make you take responsibility fer your actions. 'Bout time I taught you a lesson on proper respect!” Lowering her head, she sprints towards you.

You scramble backward, but Applejack is much faster. You raise your arms defensively to grab at her, but are caught off guard when the orange pony instead goes right past you. You try to spin around to follow her movement, but too late. With a single light kick, Applejack strikes you in the back of the knee, instantly folding your leg and putting you on your knees. You turn halfway towards her, beginning to rise, but once more she's ahead of you. With a half turn of her own, Applejack turns her hindquarters towards you. Lifting her tail, she presses backwards hard. You find yourself pinned, your head sandwiched between the wooden wall of the barn, and Applejack's cunt.

Immediately, the mare begins to grind and rub against you, her aching flesh burning with delight as it finally, finally finds the stimulation it has longed for. “Ha... Still think teasing honest, hardworking farm girls in heat is funny?”

Applejack is already wet, her hot slit pouring out juices. You try to push back against her, to at least make some room, but the earth pony's muscles easily overpower yours. She takes her time, rubbing her gash up and down against you with increasing deliberateness.Your face rapidly becomes coated in a thin sheen of the farm girl's excitement. You can't help but be completely fixated on the hot softness of her flesh as it presses against you. Your whole world is filled with the sight, sound, scent, and feel of her sex.

You're not struggling that much now.

Applejack mumbles as she continues to bathe your face in her generous fluids. “This's... probably what you wanted all along, huh? Yeah, I bet buryin' your face in my nethers is a dream come true.” She chuckles faintly to herself, grinding her slit along your nose. “Well, I reckon I can oblige. Yer mine now, Anon. Any mare comes within a hundred feet is gonna smell me all over you. They're gonna know exactly what that smell means, exactly how you wound up with it. Property of Applejack.”

Your entire body feels like it's burning up. You breathe deeply, panting as best you can through Applejack's continued ministrations. It's getting increasingly hard to think clearly. This is all so incredibly fucked up.

You take hold of Applejack's flanks in both hands, resting them on her cutie mark to ensure a nice solid grip, and give a long, hard, needy lick along the length of her slit. You don't care anymore.

Applejack stiffens, but only for a moment. She looks back over her shoulder at you, fierce green eyes burning into you. She gives a cute little growl. “'Bout time. Now then, I do believe you have somethin' that belongs to ME.” Finally releasing you from your soft, wet prison, Applejack goes to work. A flurry of hooves and teeth later, you find yourself completely disrobed. Your dick stands at attention, and you find yourself eerily reminded of last night.

This time, Applejack isn't holding back. She quickly pulls a rope down from its resting place hanging on the adjacent wall, lassoing you in a single deft movement. You begin to protest, but she's having none of it, and secures the knot around your torso. Your arms are completely bound.

“Sorry, partner.” she says as she straddles your prone form, not at all sounding sorry, “but today, we're doing things my way.” She drops down hard, impaling herself on your prick.

Applejack is already soaked, and she takes your entire length in a single motion. You gasp, reflexibly straining against your bonds – she feels better than you thought possible, trapping your entire length in a hell of hot, wet, soft pleasure. Applejack grins down at you in elation, her mood instantly and dramatically improved. She finally gets what she has craved for nearly a week. “Oh, we're just getting' started, sugarcube.” Lifting herself up just slightly, she slams back down against you once more.

You grit your teeth – the feel of your cock parting her folds is so good it almost hurts. All you want is more, but you're not sure if you can handle it.

Applejack isn't asking. Her pony pussy winks around you, further milking your overwhelmed cock with her powerful muscles. She smirks at your wide-eyed reaction, enjoying the feeling of power over you. She grinds her hips against yours, working your prick inside her sex and continuing the massage of her eager contractions. “What's the matter, Anon?” She asks softly – almost whispering – as she leans in close to your face. “This farm girl's pussy too much for ya?” She locks gazes with you, staring unblinkingly into your eyes as she rides your shaft, completely in control.

And it is too much – Applejack's pussy has conquered you. You begin to moan and buck against her as best you can, desperate for more of that wonderful stimulation, simultaneously needing her cunt and being overwhelmed by it. You beg. Please, Applejack, please please please...

“Good boy,” Applejack pants. “Here's your reward.” Your submission sends a fresh rush of victorious pleasure through the orange mare. She feels her own orgasm not long off now – every nerve in her sex is is alive with pleasure, and begs for more. She pumps up and down, pulling you in and out of her body. Her pussy winks wildly all the while, furthering compounding the sensation. “Oooooooh, fuuuuuuuck!”

The two of you cum screaming at the same time, your cock spewing long strands of hot cum into Applejack's receptive depths even as she tightens around you, pussy rhythmically squeezing to get out every last drop. Your cock jerks again and again, filling the cute pony's stuffed pussy to the brim, and then spilling your seed out to pool against you. Applejack collapses against your chest, panting and trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

A minute or two later, she finally, gingerly lifts herself free of you with a soft sigh. A long, unbroken strand of cum trails from her sex to your cockhead. She smiles at you, any trace of lust-driven madness vanished from her eyes. In fact, you're not sure you've ever seen her looking quite so relieved and carefree.

“Thanks, Anon. That was really nice.” Without another word, she turns and leaves the barn, a smile still etched across her face. As she goes, you get a good look at her pussy, still stuffed and slowly oozing your seed. Just how much did you put in her!?

Applejack returns a couple minutes later – hopefully having remembered despite her blissful haze that she'd left you tied up. You're a little confused when she instead drops a plate of plain, but satisfying food and glass of water on the ground next to you. Uh, Applejack? You're still tied up...

She chuckles. “Well, yeah. 'Course you are. Didn't want you leavin' too soon. Guess you can't eat that way, though...” With a few deft movements, she removes your bindings. “Here you go, made you some lunch. I gotta work the field for a bit. Better keep your strength up, I reckon I'll be back in two or three hours. Heat ain't over yet, lover boy.” Once more, the orange pony leaves the barn, an uncharacteristically upbeat spring in her step.

You look to the food – a sandwich, a small slice of apple pie, and some cornbread. Looking up, you also see the back door of the barn. You think you know the layout of Sweet Apple Acres well enough that you could escape completely unseen that way, if you stuck to some of the bushes. It's probably the much saner option. And the sooner, the better. The image of Applejack's needy pussy filling your vision springs vividly to mind once more.

You make yourself comfortable as you sit down to eat your meal. Like Applejack said, you're going to need to keep your strength up.

Futashy in Anon (rape)

You sipped gingerly at your tea, but you needn't have bothered – Fluttershy had invited you over to her cottage enough times that she knew exactly how you liked it. Sure enough, the taste was perfect – warm but not hot, and with just a touch of sweetness. You sighed in contentment as you set the saucer down. Maybe it was kind of a girly pastime, but Fluttershy liked it, and eventually it had grown on you too.

Much like the mare herself. Being stranded in Equestria was quite the rude awakening for you, and Fluttershy was one of the few ponies who could help you cope. Although she'd cringed in fear the very first time she met you, that fear was quickly overridden when she realized you were just as nervous and upset as she was. You had never even considered the existence of other worlds before, and now you were stuck on one; it was hard to deal with, at first.

But if there was one thing Fluttershy knew how to do, it was comfort the hurt or frightened. As soon as she'd realized just how lost you felt she'd made it her personal mission to help you adjust to your new existence. You had to admit, that ever calm and innocent little voice of hers soothed you as few things could, and she was about as far from physically intimidating as it was possible to get. In fact, you had first learned about her little – or rather very big, as it turned out – extra piece of equipment the first time you'd gotten a little too caught up in her cuteness and swept the mare into a full-bodied hug.

It was weird at first, but it didn't bother you anymore. Fluttershy being futanari didn't really change anything about her; she was still Fluttershy, and that was all that mattered to you. Gradually, the two of you had become fast friends. You had tea with her at her cottage at least twice a week, now, and talked about all manner of miscellaneous nothings.

Today, the issue of Rarity had come up. Apparently she had been shopping around town for a suitable stallion again... and once more, rejected a potential as not meeting her rigorous standards. The two of you had shared a quiet chuckle over that. Rarity's impeccable standards were a thing of legend in Ponyville, and no one ever quite seemed able to meet them.

This seemed to get Fluttershy thinking about something. Idly toying with a lock of her hair, she smiled up at you. “By the way Anon, you never talk about your lover back on Earth. What's she like? I'd like to hear more about the mare – er, girl who claimed you. I'm sure she's a lovely person.”

Claimed you? That's... a really weird way of wording it. Still, probably best if you don't draw attention to it. Fluttershy gets flustered when you point out her mistakes. You hesitate a little, all the same. Relationships aren't a good topic for you. In fact, they're a really, really embarassing topic for you. Mostly because, well...

Grudgingly, shamefully, you admit to Fluttershy that you'd had a few girlfriends over the years, but precious few and you'd never gotten very far with any of them. Truth be told, you were actually... still a virgin.

Fluttershy gasps slightly. “You mean... you've never had sex?” You manage not to show it on the surface, but you scowl inwardly. Embarrassed but a little bit angry as well, you confirm. No, you haven't.

Fluttershy's eyes are as wide as saucers now. “Really? You're not just joking or anything... you've really never, ever had sex before?”

Okay, now she's kind of starting to piss you off. This isn't that big a deal. You assure her that yes, Fluttershy, you have really, truly, never had sex before. You're a complete and total virgin.

“But... that means...” she leans forward slightly in her chair, muscles tense. “You're not taken yet...”

Okay, this is starting to get weird. Your cold anger is slowly shifting towards concerned confusion.

Fluttershy's face quickly widens into a smile, her eyes dancing with delight. “Oh, oh this is, so, wonderful... I just don't even know what to say! I thought I would never find a male who hadn't been imprinted yet. Really, I had given up hope! But now, you come along and just... fall into my lap! Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I'll take such good care of you, I promise!”

Weird? Make that fucking creepy as hell. You've never, ever seen the timid pegasus act even remotely like this before. Sliding your chair out from the table somewhat so you can get to your feet more quickly, you ask her if this is some kind of prank she's been put up to. You couldn't imagine how any of the others could have convinced her to act so strange, but it might be the kind of thing Pinkie or Dash would try.

“Pinkie or Rainbow?” She shakes her head quickly. “Oh no, of course not. There's no way any of the girls know you haven't been tamed yet, or they definitely would have taken you for themselves. But, you told me!” That huge smile creases her face again. “This is the perfect opportunity!” Closing her eyes briefly, she takes a deep breath. Releasing it, she opens her eyes once more, locking gazes with you in a determined glare. “Right then. Time to be assertive!”

Coiling her muscles, Fluttershy pounces right across the table at you. Her wings give a single hard flap, helping propel her, cannonball-like, straight into your chest.

Your chair falls right back over, dumping you onto the floor hard. Fluttershy is on you immediately, pulling the shirt off your head and ripping at your pants. She managed to knock the wind out of you with that stunt, but you're still stronger than her, of course. You have to strain a bit, you manage to shove her away, scrambling to your feet. You've lost your shirt, and your pants dangle from one leg. What the fuck, Fluttershy? This isn't you! Stop it!

“No!” To your surprise, Fluttershy responds with vehemence. “This is serious, Anon! A stallion can't just walk around Equestria  unbonded, it isn't safe! I... I really like you, Anon, and I want you to be mine... but this isn't just about me! If I don't claim you, who knows what kind of mare might take advantage of you? I can't let that happen to you. We get along so well already... please, accept my love!”

Without responding, you glance up at the door. She's between you and it. But you're pretty goddamn sure you can take Fluttershy, and it's past time you left.

She catches your gaze. “Oh, no you don't,” she growls cutely – the most aggressive you've ever heard the quiet pony's voice become.  Yet another reminder of how the world seems to have turned upside down. “This is for your own good, mister.”Her wings shoot to full extension, clearly displaying her plumage, and her eyes shoot fully open. Wordlessly, Fluttershy hits you with the full force of The Stare.

The strength leaves you instantly, all of your limbs turning to jelly. Your hindbrain, those base instincts inherent to all living things, are screaming at you to run, to flee, to get away by any means possible as fast as you can – but you're rooted to the spot. Those eyes are death. You're going to drown in them. You can't breathe. You try to look away, but the stare won't let you. You can't even blink.

“Don't move until you're told.” Fluttershy orders. You don't reply. “Do you understand?”

You nod frantically, the only action your paralyzed body will allow you to take. Once more taking to the air, Fluttershy floats up to your chest and gives you a single, soft push. It's all that it takes; you fall to your butt on the ground, hard. Landing, Fluttershy leisurely finishes removing your pants, then even your socks, until you finally sit before her completely exposed.

“I'm sorry. I should have done it this way to begin with. I just got so excited before, and... well.” She smiles at you, as disarmingly cute as ever. “It should be much easier for both of us now.” She's not Staring anymore, but sure enough, your muscles still feel locked up tight. She said... you can't move until you're told?

“Umm... well... I'm actually kind of nervous,” she whispers, half-turning away from you bashfully. “Would you, please... warm me up?” The seconds pass. “Oh, right! Uh, okay then... stroke my cock.” She cringes at the crude order leaving her own mouth. “... please?”

Mind still cloudy with the power of the yellow one's compulsion, you unthinkingly obey. Fluttershy lays down on her side to make things easier for you, as you reach out with both hands and begin to gently caress her mammoth tool. You've known for a long time now how she was... different, but you'd always sort of pushed it to the back of your mind, before. Now, you have little choice but to acknowledge her virility. The soft, small, delicate femininity of the pony is in sharp contrast to the obvious size and strength of her shaft, and you can't help but be a little impressed in a weird way – she's definitely bigger than you, at least. She's warm, too, blood quickly rushing to engorge the enormous prick in response to your ministrations. The flesh of her cock is amazingly soft, but rigid as steel, too. For some reason, even through your horrified revulsion, you can't help but fixate on that. Fluttershy gasps and moans cutely, twitching slightly as her hot penis throbs in your hands.

“Stop for a minute, please.” That's an order you're only too happy to obey, and you sigh in relief as you lean away from the pony. She climbs to her feet and quickly trots across the room, her tool bobbing lewdly under her with every step, but quickly grabs a bottle from a cabinet drawer and comes back. She spits it out on the ground in front of you, and you feel a spike of fear as you get a clear look at the label. It's lube.

“I want our first time to be special, Anon, and I would never hurt you... s,so... please use a lot, okay?”

No... No no no no no no no

Fluttershy frowns at the sight of you visibly fighting against her control. Once more flaring her wings, she burns the Stare into you, sheer force of will dominating your own. When you go slack once more, she repeats her request. “Lube my... penis, please.” She blushes, but doesn't turn away this time.

The jelly is cool as it spurts into your hands, but it warms quite readily as you methodically spread it over Fluttershy's cock. You are every bit as thorough as she could have wanted, liberally coating the mighty shaft in a slick layer of the slimy fluid. Fluttershy bites her lip when you get to her tip, smearing a heavy dollop into her cockhead, and actually bucks a little reflexively into your hand. The wet, sticky sound of the heavy cock fucking against your hand fills you with pure dread, foreshadowing of something much more severe just moments away. It takes nearly half the bottle just to finish to Fluttershy's satisfaction – her monstrous tool simply requires that much. By the time you finish, the gentle squeezing and rubbing of your hands along her shaft has the meek pony trembling with excitement, rock hard and ready.

“Oh, thank you so much for picking me, Anon! I won't make you regret it! It's... it's finally time! Lie down on your stomach now!”

Even through the control of the Stare, you tremble as you carry out Fluttershys' command. This is really it, isn't it? It's going to happen. You're going to be raped. By FLUTTERSHY. That... that THING won't even fit, will it? There's just no way...

Fluttershy can hardly control herself as she steps over your prone form, but she still takes a moment to admire you, her fully erect cock already drooling a few tiny drops of mixed precum and lube into your ass crack. “Please, Anon... please, let me into your heart!”

That's NOT where your heart is!

Breathing heavily, Fluttershy presses her cock firmly against your tight pucker. Satisfied with her position, she slowly, surely, pushes into you.

The lube does its job well – your asshole stretches, reluctantly but painlessly, to accept Fluttershy's pride. She draws her breath in sharply as she sinks into you, one inch at a time, with excruciating slowness. Your virgin asshole is tighter and hotter than she could possibly have imagined. It feels better than she ever even dreamed. She relishes in the sensation, drawing it out as much as possible. “So... so good...” You groan long and low as your ass stretches around her tool. Fluttershy drinks the sound in, luxuriating in it, knowing that she's the one drawing it out of you. She wants to hear more. Much more. Harder this time, she shoves herself deeper into your yielding depths.

You cry out at the sudden push, nearly half of Fluttershy's thick meat throbbing inside your body. The yellow pegasus is in pure bliss, looking down at where your two bodies are joined, smiling as more and more of her cock disappears inside you. She lets out a tiny noise of protest when she's gone as deep as she can – she needs you so badly, and she's sure you have so much more to give. She pulls out ever so slightly before thrusting back in harder than before, and is rewarded when another inch of thick pony cock sheathes itself in you. “You're so beautiful,” she whispers into your ear, voice heavy with emotion. “I'm going to make love to you every day.” She kisses you on the neck and begins thrusting rhythmatically, never pulling too far out before pushing back in.

You moan like a whore as Fluttershy claims your ass. The sensation is overwhelming, every muscle in your body twitching helplessly in overload each time she pushes into you, filling you with her virility. Weakly, you manage to look back up over your shoulder. Fluttershy's tongue lolls out of her mouth, her face a mask of pleasure. Her wings flap powerfully behind her as she holds you down, an instinctual pegasus possessive display. You belong to her, now, and her body is only too happy to express that. Worst of all, you feel your body warm at the sight, some small, traitorous part of your body proud of your ability to provoke such a strong reaction from the timid pegasus. The discomfort from her thrusts has long since faded as well, becoming slowly replaced by a rising pleasure. You feel a tremendous rush of shame as you realize you're enjoying this, and once more moan loudly.

Above you, the continued sound of your pleasure erodes the last of Fluttershy's self-control. The futanari is operating on sheer ingrained instinct now, driven to mate. You're hers. HERS, and nothing in her life has ever felt so right. Crying out in triumph, she speeds up dramatically, hammering your asshole as fast and as hard as she can. You stretch and squeeze around her with every motion, and she loves you for it. Before too long, she's bottoming out on every thrust, her heavy balls slapping loudly against your flesh.

You can't think anymore – if the Stare has worn off you would not even know, any thoughts of escape long since driven from your head. Your entire body aches with an indefinable need. She's close. So close. You can feel it. Lost to the sensations, you simply lift your hips towards Fluttershy as best you can, helping her finish. It's all you CAN do.

Fluttershy screams as she cums, hilting herself inside your hot ashole. Her thick rod twitches again, and again, and again, filling you with wet warmth each time. She clings to you tightly, holding you in an iron grip, making sure every last drop of her love ends up inside you. Your ass holds her tightly such that you can actually feel the cum being pushed through her cock with each spurt, and filling you with a soothing warmth. The pegasus stays rigidly locked against you, not relaxing until her balls have completely emptied into your receptive body.

Once inside you, the latent pony magic of harmony moves quickly. The tingling sensation sweeps throughout your entire body, suffusing it in the gentle peacefulness of the pegasus who gave it to you. You gasp when the magic finally reaches your mind, seeping into and subtly altering it. Fluttershy had been quite right – since no one else had ever claimed you, your mind had not been imprinted with a mate's magical signature yet. When the yellow pony's potent cum rushed into you, Fluttershy's inherent magic wove itself into your very soul, forever bonding you to your wonderful, perfect, beautiful mate. Fluttershy had never held out much hope of scoring a male for herself; untamed ones were a rare commodity in Equestria, and tended to be swept up by enterprising mares the very moment they outed themselves. Your own reveal, made in simple ignorance of the workings of Equestria, had been nothing short of a dream come true for her. If anyone had been watching your eyes closely in that moment, they might have seen three colorful butterflies flash into existence across your irises before quickly fading away.

You smile in pure-hearted, loving joy as the exhausted pony collapsed against you with a sigh, her cock still buried inside you and giving you that wonderful, filled sensation. You were so, so lucky she'd taken you. You would have to thank her properly, later. Relaxing as best you can and sighing in contentment at the feel of her soft, delicate body pressed against yours, you decide to let Fluttershy rest for a while. If you're really lucky, she'll be willing to fill you again when she wakes up.

Futashy in Anon, part 2 (impregnation)

You were a wonderful lover, and Fluttershy was of course always grateful to have you. But, she could never shake the feeling that there was something missing from your relationship... something that no matter how willing you might be, you couldn't provide her.

Until today. It had taken her quite a sum of bits and some lengthy dealings with Zecora, but Fluttershy was convinced that the contents of the potion she had produced represented the sum of every unfulfilled fantasy she'd ever had with you. When she put it like that, you hadn't hesitated for a moment before swallowing every last drop.

Fluttershy was grateful you'd passed out then; it gave her ample time to time you to the bed before you woke up. You would undoubtedly be confused and probably upset when you awoke and saw your changes, and she had to move quickly to make sure the effect was permanent. She knew, just knew, that you would be as grateful as she was.

Her guess that you would panic when you found yourself an earth pony mare rather than the human male you'd fallen asleep as, was spot on. Knowing that the transformation wouldn't last long by itself, Fluttershy had wasted no time in mounting you. A fresh burst of love shot through her heart as her cock invaded your virgin cunt's warm folds; you were as soft and welcoming as she'd dreamed you would be, and she squeaked in happiness as she began to thrust more urgently.

"Thank you so, so much Anon... please, bear my foals!" You moan in horror as Fluttershy reveals her motives, but she takes the sound for something else entirely. She hilts herself inside your rapidly-moistening cunt, grinding her monstrous prick back and forth, stimulating your clit as she speaks. "Fucking you is s-so wonderful... b,but, every time I filled you with my seed, I couldn't help but dream of giving you so much more. I love you so much!" Seemingly invigorated by her own bold words, leaned in as close as she could, catching you with a tender kiss that belied the intensity of her jackhammer thrusts into your pussy.

You try to speak, to object, to do SOMETHING, but all you can get past Fluttershy's eager, probing tongue is another long moan. If possible, her cock seems to get even harder, and she clings to you, pressing as much of her body as possible against yours while her wings engulf you in a soft, gentle cocoon. She's pumping you at a furious pace now, her slick cock coated in her own precum and your wetness in equal measure. A sick thrill shoots through your entire body as you are vividly reminded that you aren't just being fucked - you're being bred, your brand-new womb just waiting to receive Fluttershy's virile seed. The realization sends a humiliating spasm of forced pleasure through you even as it terrifies you, and you involuntarily tighten around Fluttershy, who groans at the stimulation.

"Oh, yes yes yes yes... please get pregnant, please get pregnant, please get pregnant, please please please..." You're so beautiful. She loves you so much. Doing this feels so very, very right. Fluttershy's breath hitches in her throat, her thrusts coming shorter. She grunts adorably with every body-rocking push into you. She imagines your belly growing round with her children, and her balls tighten. Instinctively, you know. It's over. It's time.

Fluttershy cries out as she blows her load, warm cum gushing thick and heavy into your tight snatch and overflowing back out of you in a sticky mess. "I love you, Anon!"

Once her orgasm finally abates, Fluttershy steps back from your limp body - seems you'd passed right out from the ordeal - and admires her handiwork. Cum still oozes from your freshly-fucked slit, and she smiles warmly at the sight. She'd done her homework on this subject, making sure that the transformation would not only result in a fertile body, but also one that would be mode-locked into the transformed state in the event of pregnancy. With the sheer volume of cum she'd dumped into you, she was certain your body was already preparing itself for its new role. Her heart swelled with pride at the thought that she was responsible for the new life that would soon be growing inside you. Softly, she gives you a kiss on the forehead. "Good night, Anon. I just know you'll be a wonderful mother."

Trixiejack (breast absorption) (oh jesus christ you guys)

Applejack grit her teeth when she heard the arrogant showmare entering the barn, but refused to turn around and regard her. "Ah know what you're here fer, Trixie. And you can forget it. Never again."

Trixie's soft, haughty laugh spoke her opinion on the matter clearly. "Trixie seems to remember that's what you said last time, Applejack. And the time before that, too. What's wrong, hmm? Ashamed of how much you love serving your mistress?"

Applejack's face flushed hot with anger at the words, even as her slit flushed hot with something else. "Ah said, I ain't interested! Ah'm not gonna be your... p, plaything again! Now ya'll can just go on an' git!" With her back still turned - Applejack wasn't sure she could meet Trixie's eyes - she felt more than saw the unicorn's approach, stopping just behind her wordlessly. Some small, hungry part of the farm mare longed to press herself back into Trixie's embrace, to yield her very self before her better and accept her role as little more than a pair of milk jugs for Trixie's pleasure; it wouldn't have been the first time Applejack had surrendered to that temptation. But the cowpony's more rational, prideful side insisted, this time. Stay strong! Resist the temptation!

A long, silent moment passed between the two. Finally, seeming disinterested, Trixie turned away and began to leave. "As you wish."

Applejack's heart skipped a beat. "W, what?"

Trixie continued her leisurely stroll away. "Just what Trixie said. If you don't want it, I won't give it to you. I'll never make you mine again. After all, that's what you want, right?"

Applejack stammered - this wasn't how it had ever gone before! "But-!" That... wasn't fair! No, wait, what was she thinking? This was exactly what she'd intended! So... why did she feel so confused?

Trixie looked back over her shoulder, her intense purple eyes locking with Applejack's own. "Something wrong, my little farm pony?" Turning around to face the cowpony fully, she stepped in close. "Is there something you need from Trixie?"

"... Please." Applejack whispered, hating herself for it.

"Please... what?" Replied the showmare, doing an excellent job looking legitimately confused. "If there is something you want the Great and Powerful Trixie to do, you need to ask clearly."

There was another long, awkward silence before Applejack spoke once more, her voice low. "... Take me into you."

Trixie batted her eyelashes in mock surprise. "Why Applejack... I'm not sure what you mean. Could you elaborate? I want to make sure I understand you properly."

"Cast the spell again!" Applejack cried, the dam bursting inside her in a mix of shame, relief, and potent desire. "Let me be part of you again! Make me your milk factory! Let me be your tits!"

Trixie looked at Applejack appraisingly. “... And why should Trixie do this for you, hmm?”

“B... B'cuz...” Applejack trembled as she spoke the words. But she knew what Trixie would want to hear, and she knew what the all-consuming NEED she felt demanded. “It's where a pony like me belongs. Ah need ir so bad... please, Mistress...”

Trixie smirked in triumph. “Well, since you asked so nicely, my little pony. Never let it be said that the Great and Powerful Trixie is not generous.” Her horn lit up with a soft glow. Almost immediately, Applejack felt her body begin to tingle. She floated through the air towards her mistress, held aloft in a telekinetic field. Rearing up on her hind legs, Trixie spread her arms wide to greet the earth pony, as if a lover seeking a hug.

It was of course a perverse mockery of such an action, Trixie merely aiding the spell along as it delivered Applejack into her waiting grasp. The farm pony's heart began to beat like a drum in thrilled anticipation, her slit burning powerfully with need as Trixie wrapped her forelegs around the earth pony, pulling Aplejack to her breast. The unicorn's body was warm and soft, and the submissive earth mare sighed with relief. Her head met Trixie's chest as the showmare drew her into a tight embrace, and Applejack pressed her body as firmly as she could against Trixie's entoxicating body.

And so, the absorption began.

Applejack did not know if Trixie controlled the pace of the spell or not – but it would not surprise her if she ever learned that the unicorn simply preferred taking her time with this part. It was always slow at first, the warmth of Trixie's body gradually increasing, her embrace getting softer, and softer, and warmer as time went on. The transformation spell, now well on its way, had thoroughly sunk into Applejack as well. She felt her entire body shifting, flowing, become more loose and relaxed. Every nerve ending hummed with pleasure in an exquisite massage as the flesh of the two ponies began to flow together. Had Applejack been coherent enough to look up at Trixie's face, she might have seen the other pony's face biting her lip, cheeks flush with pleasure of her own.

But she was not, far too busy with sensations of her own as body slowly, smoothly stretched and shifted into a softer, rounder shape, adhering, bonding, becoming one with Trixie. The unicorn screamed in sudden, intense orgasm as her nervous system finally accepted Applejack's generous donation, consumed with not only her own pleasure but also feeling that of the farm pony, already joined with her mistress. She fell to the ground, twitching and heaving periodically as the spell completed its wonderful, wonderful task.

When the last of the tingles finally faded, Trixie sat up and admired her work.

Of Applejack, no trace could be seen – save, of course, the massive orange breasts that now adorned Trixie's chest. The jugs were obscenely big, testament to the exceptional vitality that Applejack possessed, and which Trixie now possessed as well. She laughed in exhiliration as she easily stood despite her newfound size. Applejack's strength was exceptional, and as a part of Trixie, it insured the unicorn's was as well. Experimentally, Trixie reared up, kicking the back wall of the barn and blasting a decent-sized hole right through. With stolen earth pony essence of one of the strongest mares alive running through her veins, the task was trivially easy, and she laughed at the heady sensation of her own power.

She spoke aloud, knowing that even in her present state, Applejack would hear her. “Ah, yes... so much better this way, don't you think, Applejack? I could make such better use of your strength than you ever could. And of course...” She breathed in deeply, admiring the way her enormous, soft, bouncy tits heaved with the inhalation, “... you look so much better this way.”

Trixie's breasts quivered at the words, Applejack's consciousness firmly embedded in the plentiful orbs.  With a small spurt, a dribble of milk escaped them. Trixie's new breasts were, of course, swollen with milk, so much so that she was aware of the pressure even simply standing there. Giggling at the sight, Trixie shook her chest back and forth, sending droplets scattering across the floor as her impressive rack swung back and forth with her movements. Deep inside of herself, she could feel more than hear Applejack moaning in pleasure as her essence liberally decorated the floor.

It was good – but not nearly enough. Eyes sparkling in dominant joy, Trixie's brought back hooves down to her chest and squeezed powerfully. Her chest lit up with sensation, every nerve seared by fire and begging for more, milk now spraying from her nipples in long, powerful jets rather than gentle sprinkles. The smell of Trixie's arousal lent a subtle addition to the overwhelming scent of fresh pony milk, Trixie's horn coming alive and working furiously at her clit with magic as she took now to slapping first one breast, then the other, back and forth, the perky orbs rippling under the impact and bouncing up against each other wonderfully, milk spurting from them all the while.

“This... 's all you're good for...” The unicorn panted through her pleasure, the faint pain of her powerful slaps completely overridden by the pleasure they brought. “Just... just my big, lewd titflesh, spraying milk everywhere... Maybe I'll... take some with me... give it to all your friends... They'll... like you better... this way... too!”

She was close now. So close. Applejack was too; the pain and the humiliation and the pleasure racing through her sensitive teats more than enough to make that abundantly clear even despite the earth pony's diminished state. Just then, it occurred to her, and she dimly wondered why she had ever been dumb enough not to try this before.

Wrapping both hooves around the bottoms of her tits, Trixie lifted them up to her mouth in tandem, took her nipples into her mouth, and sucked hard at the warm, gushing flesh. She gulped greedily, shot after shot of sweet ambrosia racing down her throat.

Her world disappeared in screaming orgasm.

When she came to, the first thing she noticed was the orange earth pony on the ground next to her, still unconscious from the pair's shared exertions – the spell was of course much harder on the subject than the caster. Lifting herself gingerly to her feet, Trixie groaned – her entire body felt sore, Applejack's physical prowess no longer fueling her own. Suddenly desiring little more than a bed to fall into, Trixie left quietly, not wishing to deal with the awkwardness that would surely ensue if Applejack awoke while she was still there. She'd had her fun with the farm pony as usual, but best not to get too involved.

Still...

Sighing to herself, the showmare stepped briefly back into the old barn before once more darting out into the night. When Applejack awoke, later, she would wonder where the blanket and glass of water had come from.

Luna (unbirth)

Nothing big. Just a blurb. Goes to this. http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/1160616

Luna smiled in contentment, looking down on the enormous bulge that was your form with a sense eof quiet maternal pride. Even with as obviously tired from the pregnancy as she'd been, it still wasn't easy convicing Celestia to let go of you for even a little while. The older alicorn seemed quite fond of the feeling of gently nurturing you inside her womb, gradually reshaping your body into a proper pony form capable of surviving in Equestria.

Which was exactly why Luna had been so keen on taking over for a little while - with her older sister so obviously enamored with the sensation of carrying you, Luna's curiosity had been nearly overwhelming. It had taken some doing, but eventually the sun goddess had caved. A few careful spells later and with pussies pressed firmly together, you'd been passed from one surrogate mother to another.

Celestia's softly ripping vagina had seemed almost as reluctant to expel you as Luna's was eager to accept you. Thoroughly inundated and weakened with transformative magic, your hazy mind was still just barely conscious enough to notice your departure from Celestia's embrace, and you groaned and twitched weakly in protest as you left the princess's body for the first time in nearly a month. Fortunately, your exposure to the harshness of the outside world was brief, Luna's welcoming hole right there to greet you as you exited. Luna's pussy stretched smoothly to accommodate your form, massaging your entire body with gentle contractions as you slid towards her waiting womb. Luna's cervix dilated to receive you, and you smiled gratefully as you entered. The opening quickly sealed shut behind you, locking you protectively inside the warm, safe confines of the moon goddess.

Celestia looked on, more than a little enviously, as Luna gasped, her belly round with your presence. A palpable aura of satisfaction engulfed the younger alicorn as she carefully, gingerly laid down on her side, stroking the bulge of your form gently with a hoof. Already Luna could feel her magic - the extension of her very soul - seeping into you, fostering your growth and strengthening your body. You kicked lightly, and Luna giggled at the ticklish sensation, reveling in the powerful bond already forming between the two of you. For the time being, you were Luna's, and completely dependent on her to take care of you.

She rather enjoyed that thought.

Celestia excused herself, huffing quietly in jealousy as soon as she was far away enough for her sister not to hear it. Somehow, she had the feeling Luna would not be eager to give you back once she'd rested up and taken care of the affairs of state on her agenda. If that was the case, Celestia might have to be... persuasive; the joy of your presence inside her was not one the princess would give up lightly. In any event, it seemed increasingly that upon your rebirth, you would find yourself the pride of not just one, but two doting mothers.

Bon Bon (hyper futa)

Written in response to

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/1156560

Seriously, why the fuck do I write these...

Slowly waking up, you realize your pillow feels a lot warmer than usual. Bigger, too. And it kinda... smells really odd, but in an enticing way that makes you wanna breathe it in even more. Turning over, you do just that, closing your eyes and burying your face in the tiny crevasse between the two pillows and inhaling as deeply as you can. Man, that's REALLY good. In fact, you feel yourself getting a little 'excited.'

An amused, feminine giggle interrupts your thoughts. Opening your eyes, you see a cream-colored pony smiling down at you from your current position nestled between her enormous balls. Meeting your gaze unabashedly, she speaks. "Good morning!" She sing-songs down at you, still seeming like she's very much enjoying herself. "Oh, but please, don't let me interrupt you, you looked like you were having fun down there. Goodness knows I was. Or maybe," she shifts in place, pointing her enormous, cannon-like cockhead directly at your face, "you're ready to move on? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know!" Already fully erect, Bon Bon's knob drools a steady stream of precum onto the bed, soaking your hands in the process. Bringing them up before your face in detached fascination, you spread your fingers, admiring the long, unbroken strands of cum clinging between them.

As dreams go - because what else could it be? - this is has got to be the weirdest fucking one ever. But some tiny, curious part of you demands that you see where this will go. Popping a cum-covered finger into your mouth, you quickly suck it clean. Your eyes widen at the taste - it's delicious! You move on to the next, swirling your tongue all around to make sure you get all the cum there, too. It's indescribable; somehow salty and sweet at the same time. It seems to have some aphrodisiac qualities too, and the more you swallow, the more you want.

Biting her lip slightly at the show you're putting on for her, Bon Bon leans forward, her shaft pulsing in appreciation as she begins pumping at her length. Her heavy balls churn, rapidly producing more warm mare-semen to keep up the copious demand. "Oh, don't worry, honey," she keeps her gaze locked unblinkingly on your face, panting the words out, "there's PLENTY more where that came from." As if to prove her point, another huge dollop of pre-cum oozes from her cock-slit.

You dive for it, planting your face in Bon Bon's cockhead and taking a slurp. Your hands quickly find their way to the pony's balls, lovingly stroking and kneading at their warm, pliant surface. You loudly gulp down your delicious mouthful. It's warm the whole way down, settling heavily in your stomach and seeming to suffuse you with a warm buzz of pleasure. Quickly gathering a handful that had managed to escape your mouth, you begin to stroke up and down Bon Bon's length with both hands, coating and lubricating her massive purple cock with her own pre.

Bon Bon gasps at the sensation and redoubles her stroking, the sticky layer of pony cum making it feel all the better and 'schlick'ing lewdly with every pass. Finally, Lyra's fixation made perfect, perfect sense to her. Her cock echoed the sentiment, twitching heavily, and she knew she was close. "Oh... good boy, such a good boy! You... you'll get your hot breakfast very soon!" Bon Bon could actually feel the load in her balls, just waiting to come forth and paint you from head to toe.

You barely heard the words; you were far too distracted by more important things. Bon Bon's cock was enormous, and that was limiting. But it also had certain possibilities, you realize. Namely, her cock slit was proportionally large.

On impulse, you press your face against her massive glans, and press your tongue inside, lashing your tongue eagerly around inside her prick.

Bon Bon screams, cumming harder than she ever has in her life. Your entire world goes white, Bon Bon's shaft rippling visibly as wave after wave of potent pony cum is pushed through it to blast into you again and again. The frantic twitching of the orgasming mare sends her cock bouncing every which way as she dumps her load, inadvertently insuring that almost every last inch of you winds up completely covered in warm, white seed. When Bon Bon's orgasm finally ends, her still semi-erect cock begins to drop - landing on top of you with a heavy smack. Dazed and only half-conscious, you wrap your arms around it like a giant teddy bear, and almost immediately fall asleep.

When you wake up later - completely clean of course, why wouldn't you be? - you decide you're never buying anything from that grocery again. That was one hell of a food-poisoning induced dream. Still... you had kind of enjoyed it... getting up and walking over to the refrigerator, you frown in confusion at the sight of a note tacked onto the front of it. You didn't put that there.

"Sorry, couldn't stick around, needed back home. I already took care of the mess. Had a lot of fun. Hope you don't mind if I bring my girlfriend next time.

Bon Bon"

Twilight (futanari)

If anyone wandering by had heard the chorus of groans, both yours and Twilight's, they might have assumed you were doing something horribly inappropriate to the young mare. Those people would be quite mistaken, of course; the truth was, Twilight Sparkle was doing something horribly inappropriate to YOU.

Not that you were in any mood to complain. The purple unicorn's thick futanari cock felt wonderful in your ass, sending lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through you with every little motion. You made for quite a sight, bouncing up and down on the lap of a girl half your size, your own erect cock lewdly, frantically bouncing right along with your motions. Twilight moaned in gratified pleasure underneath you, occasionally thrusting her hips upward into you, but this is primarily your show. You eagerly impale your abused ass on Twilight's girthy cock again and again, delighting in the warm, stretched feeling as your ring wraps tightly around her prick. Twilight's rod dwarfs your own despite her tiny size, but then, you'd expect nothing less from the Element of Magic herself. Twilight begins to thrust into you more eagerly now, her thick and copious precum easing the passage and letting her go just a little deeper with each push. In amazement, you place a hand on your lower stomach. Sure enough, you can actually feel Twilight's cock plunging powerfully in and out of you.

With your eyes half-lidded and your mind an indistinct haze of pleasure, it briefly occurs to you that you would have been horrified by this scenario not so very long ago. Sex with a pony? Some kind of bizarre transexed one, no less? Bouncing up and down on thick unicorn cock and loving every minute of it? Unthinkable. Horrifying. So very, very wrong.

Twilight cries out, the pleasure finally overwhelming her senses. Pulling down on your hips hard, she jackhammers your ass frantically, your mind shutting down with joy under the relentless assault. When she finally screams out your name and hilts her entire shaft inside your ass, it's all you can do to gasp and think to yourself, 'Here it comes!' in blissful anticipation. Twilight doesn't disappoint in the least, powerful cannon blasts of hot, creamy unicorn cum rhythmically pumping into your ass, rapidly filling your insides to the brim and beyond. You cum as well in response, launching your load a good two feet under the sheer force of the orgasm roaring through you and proudly making an awful mess of Twilight's bedroom.

With a sigh, Twilight relaxes completely, falling back to her bed. Her eyes slowly close, exhaustion tugging at her, but an enormous grin clearly displays her satisfaction. Her prick is still firmly embedded in your asshole, warm and solid. Just the thought of pulling her out makes you feel so horribly empty. Carefully, gingerly, you maneuver around, laying yourself down in bed next to her, proud futanari cock still plugging you up. Twilight's magically-enhanced semen tingles faintly inside you, a further reward for your good service tonight.

You regard the adorable young unicorn silently for a long moment, before kissing her softly on the cheek and closing your eyes to drift off to sleep alongside her. If taking futanari pony cock is wrong... you most emphatically do not want to be right.

Applejack (futa, oral)

After trying and failing to make it back to town to beg Twilight for help with her... sudden strange affliction, Applejack's willpower has reached its limits. Her newfound overpowering instincts screaming at her to breed the first thing in sight, the beleaguered pony could do nothing but collapse to the ground and moan at the sensations running up and down her massive, throbbing shaft. Applejack could not resist - she was beyond the capability for rational thought at this point. Her one and only desire was for a warm, welcoming hole to empty herself into... and there were none. It wasn't fair. The world was simply too cruel. She was a good pony, wasn't she? All she wanted was to fill some lovely creature with her seed. Was that really so much to ask?

Which was precisely when you came into view around the next bend in the path, walking casually towards Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack's eyes shot wide open, locking onto you as she licked her lips in anticipation. Perfect. You were not a mare, not even a pony, but you warm and sized right and Applejack's eager, twitching cock responded just the same. With sudden strength born of desperation, the frantic pony leaped to her feet and charged right at you. Caught thoroughly off guard by the sudden aggressive action, you didn't even think of dodging as the powerfully built mare slammed into you with the full weight of her body, knocking you to the ground and pinning you. You began to protest angrily, but the words died on your lips at the sight of the farm mare's newest... addition.

Applejack wasn't in the mood for a conversation, anyway - she had a much better use for your mouth. With only a single growled "Suck," for warning, she quickly lunged forward and thrust her thick shaft into your still-open mouth.

Still stunned by the suddenness of the whole scenario, you instinctively obey the command, closing your mouth around AJ's cock and licking experimentally at the tip. Precum already thoroughly coats it from her earlier frustrations, and in your dazed state you note it actually tastes pretty damn good: a sticky, sweet, heady flavor that somehow leaves you eager for more. AJ groans in approval and pushes forward a bit, filling your mouth with more of her meat. You run your tongue around the rim of her cockhead before bobbing down her length, closing your lips tightly around her prick and sucking hard as you pull back. AJ grunts and once again drives her cock a little further into you, rewarding your initiative with another thick load of precum. Your own cock rapidly begins to stiffen in response, and after the knee-jerk wave of shame and revulsion passes, you realize... you are really, really enjoying this. AJ's release seems to have an almost intoxicating effect, and you find yourself desperate to coax out more of the mare's sweet ambrosia.

She's happy to give you the opportunity. Applejack's breath hitches in her throat as you bring both hands up and wrap them around her shaft, pumping up and down her length smoothly in time with your mouth's eager ministrations. You can't get over how warm and solid she feels in your mouth, or how incredibly _right_ it feels that you're doing this. You inhale her musky scent deeply, as though trying to fill even your lungs with Applejack's sweetness as you suck her cock with increasing speed and enthusiasm.

But Applejack is done letting you control the pace here. With a loud, needy roar, the pony smoothly lifts your head from the ground with her forehooves, carefully cradling it in her grasp as she leans forward and balances against a tree. With your head held in place by her iron grasp, Applejack begins to furious fuck with your face with short, strong strokes. The pony's pace is overwhelming, her powerful cock now seemingly the only _real_ thing in your entire world. It's all you can do to endure through the ferocious pounding, Applejack's heavy balls slapping loudly against your chin with every thrust as she asserts her dominance. Your limbs have gone completely limp from sensory overload, simply accepting the pounding.

Finally, Applejack feels the arrival of the moment she's been waiting for. A powerful sense of fulfillment rushes into her mind as she drives forward as hard as she can one last time, letting out a victorious cry as orgasm wracks her. She's been going at least somewhat easy on you until now, but Applejack's cock easily fills your throat when she hilts herself completely inside you. You can't help but feel every twitch of the mighty tool, and know full well what's coming. You swallow every last drop of Applejack's thick, creamy, hot load as she stays firmly locked against you - the cock lodge in your throat gives you little other choice. AJ's orgasm seems to go on an eternity before she finally pulls free with a heavy sigh, and you weakly rub your belly in astonishment - you'd swear you can actually FEEL the cum sloshing around, just from the sheer volume the formidable cowpony managed to dump inside you.

Her mind still a blissful haze, AJ leisurely looks back and forth from your prone, twitching form and her quickly-receding length. It seems whatever spell Twilight had accidentally zapped her with was wearing off now that she'd... 'attended' to it. Yet with the memories of her little adventure still so very fresh in her mind, Applejack could only chuckle as she regarded your semi-conscious form. Hefting you up on her back - it wouldn't be neighborly to just leave you lying there, she'd have to take you back to the farm to let you rest for a while - Applejack decided she might have to convince Twilight to revisit that 'failed' spell again fairly soon.

Rainbow Dash (futa dom)

Sex is always on Dash's terms. She's just that kind of pony. The two of you get busy when SHE wants to, not before. And every time she wants, for that matter - you've never managed to say no to her. Dash's sleek, smooth body is attractive enough on its own... but every time you get a glimpse of that massive, powerful cock dangling between her legs and that -hungry- look in her eyes, any semblance of rational thought seems to abandon you. You have to have her. HAVE to.

And she makes sure you communicate that clearly. Even if Dash is always the one to start things off, she never lets you have it until you beg. You have to know your place, as Rainbow has repeatedy reminded you - she is THE Rainbow Dash, after all. The fastest, the bravest, the cutest, and the best lover in all of Equestria. It's quite an honor to be mounted by her.

And you always are - Rainbow always fucks you, you never fuck her. Sometimes if she's feeling charitable, she'll give you a hoof job. But if so, she always follows it with a hard rutting. She has to remind you of your place, after all: beneath her. To hear Rainbow tell it, she's doing you a favor, anyway; you can hardly get enough of her thick prick. You act like you hate it at first, every time, but every session ends with you crying out in rapturous joy as she fills you with her warm, potent, virile seed. You'd never admit it, she laughs, but you'd probably be miserable if she ever took this away from you.

You just barely stifle a whimper of joy as Rainbow's thick meat once more plunges powerfully into you. You feel so delightfully full, so delightfully -owned-, as the gorgeous mare shows you your place in the world. For all her arrogant talk... damned if she isn't absolutely right.

Twilight (unbirth, finished version)

Twilight moans through her gritted teeth - by Celestia, even with some clever application of elasticity and size spells, you were big. Fitting your shoulders into her hungry cunt had been downright torturous, even, but still well worth the effort. You both loved it so much when she sat on your face; your tongue had felt so very good inside her that night. So good that some primal, half-conscious and most of all -hungry- part of her mind had formed the spell without even thinking about it.

Twilight screamed in equal parts surprise and rapturous joy when your entire head slipped into her pussy. Her inner walls stretched easily, pleasurably to accomodate you under the effects of the magic she was maintaining. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to unconsciously grind against you; it was like your cock but a million times better. You thrashed about underneath her in startled confusion, and the movement sent a long, low moan  through the blissful unicorn. In that moment, Twilight's lust-addled mind knew only one thing: She needed more. Flexing her muscles methodically, Twilight began to pull you inside of her with slow, powerful contractions, every inch making her feel just a little bit more -complete-.

What's happening to you should freak you right the hell out. Which it does... for the first handful of seconds. Once the initial panic passes however, the powerful, rhythmic masssage of Twilight's taboo embrace seems to melt away all your inhibitions. Her hot, wet walls embrace you eagerly, and past the wet sounds of her soaking pussy you can faintly hear Twilight herself moaning in joy. You didn't know how this was possible, but there was one thing you did know: You needed more. Wriggling as best you can, you drive deeper into her pussy.

It seems to take several long, awkward moments for Twilight's pussy lips to roll down over your shoulders, and she stops movingly briefly afterwards, panting as she recovers from the tremendous effort. She continues as soon as she is able, noting with relief that it's much easier with the widest part of you already inside her. Inch by glorious inch, you feel your body enveloped by the cutest, sexiest girl you've ever known. Feeling ever more of your body wrapped in her tight, warm embrace, it's all you can do not to cum immediately. Twilight actually -does- cum with a squeal, the powerful milking motions of her pussy pulling you inside even faster as even more fem-cum coats your body. She smiles in pride when she sees she's taken you all the way to the cock. Giggling at the obscene imagery, she strokes your dick playfully before quickly slipping that inside herself as well. Her eyes dance with innocent glee as she realizes she's really going to do it; she's really going to fit you completely inside of her! With a few more powerful contractions - she's getting the hang of it, now - your feet finish disappearing between her legs.

You are completely surrounded by Twilight Sparkle. Every piece, every part of you is fully inside of the sexy little unicorn. Completely in her power. Being held by the most intimate of all possible embraces. And it feels so very, very right. Finally completely overwhelmed, you cum harder than you ever have in your life, painting Twilight's walls white with your seed.

She feels it, too - she can't help but feel everything you do - and cums once again, herself, in response. But this time, something happens that neither of you anticipated, as Twilight's cervix eagerly dilates to receive you. Twilight's eyes widen as she realizes what is happening, and her mouth opens as she begins to absently babble. "Yes yes yes yes yes just a little bit more just a little bit more YEEEEEEEEEES!" Almost before you realize what's going on, you find yourself sealed firmly in the unicorn's tight little womb.

It's all finally a little too much for poor Twilight, who collapses to the floor, unconscious. An enormous smile is still etched into her sleeping face, however, and a forehoof comes down to rub at her belly as she murmurs wordlessly in satisfaction. Lulled to peaceful distraction by the warmth of her womb and the steady drumming of her heartbeat echoing all around you, you don't even notice the umbilical cord drift into place seemingly on its own. There is a brief moment of pain as it stabs into you, but it's soon replaced by a soothing warmth that quickly begins lulling you to sleep alongside your new mother. Your eyes drift shut; you're not worried. Twilight will learn how to let you out in the morning. Probably. You're not really in any hurry...

Celestia (lactation)

Celestia can't trust you - not yet. She would like to, of course; Celestia would like to trust everyone. But she has a country to run, and that is not a position that allows for naivete. Equestria is always excited by the possibilities of welcoming a new species and learning from them. But just as your potential for good is uncharted, they must also take into account your potential for evil. As princess, Celestia considers it her royal duty to make certain you do not pose any threat to her subjects.

Which is why you are now on your knees beneath her, suckling eagerly at her milk-engorged breasts as she smiles gently at your enthusiasm. Pony milk was known to have certain... effects... on non-magical or low-magical creatures, becoming highly addictive even with relatively low exposure. And because the milk carried traces of the pony's own inherent magic, it was known to cause a sort of mental imprint on those who ingested it. It was not the most elegant tool in Celestia's arsenal, and not always terribly effective since most races native to this world were quite aware of it. But it was definitely the one she enjoyed the most.

As a centuries-old immortal, seducing you had been quite simple, of course. An enticing smile here, a sway of her hips there, the faintest hint of suggestion magic, and a light breeze to carry the scent of her sex to your nose had been all it took. You hadn't questioned the subsequent invitation to suck her milk-laden breasts, and not long after you got your first taste of sweet, rich, warm pony milk you had stopped questioning anything at all. Every mouthful was a precious treasure, the greatest gift you could possibly receive. Every swallow seemed to warm you to your very core, the potent magic of a goddess diffusing lovingly into your body. You moan in approval around the nipple in your mouth, and Celestia giggles softly before once more telling you to have as much as you'd like. For a long time after, the chamber is surprisingly quiet, the silence broken only by the occassional noisy suck, gulp, or encouragement.

But all good things must come to an end, and eventually you fall back to the bed, too exhausted to continue. Your stomach full of milk, and your heart full of love for your beautiful, perfect princess. Seeing the adoring look in your eyes, Celestia knows the process is complete. If you ever posed a threat to anypony in Equestria, you wouldn't dream of it anymore. In fact, with the subtlest encouragement of divine essence circulating in your mind, you are the happiest you've ever been. Celestia smiles, pleased to have helped another troubled soul find peace. By means of a reward for your progress - and to no small enjoyment of her own - her horn lights up with a soft glow as her magic engulfs your eager shaft, pumping you with smooth, even strokes.

Welcome to Equestria, loyal subject.

Applejack (finished)

Applejack, never one to beat around the bush, had explained it all to you quite succinctly. Earth ponies had special ties to the land, and the ability to greatly and rapidly encourage growth. This came from the race's abundant supply of innate life magic - not a discipline they could practice consciously like a unicorn, but a very much present and very much powerful one nonetheless. They gave this energy off continuously in small amounts as they went about their daily routines, and earth pony farms prospered like none other as a result. But the process was a slow one, frustratingly so at times. In bad times such as flash floods or insect swarms, what the trees really needed in order to keep going was a huge, sudden influx of this magic, to buffer them from whatever the threat was. As a general rule, this couldn't be done. With one exception.

Life energy responds to life energy, and there were few acts so strongly associated with the creation of life as procreation. Sex provoked a huge response from an earth pony's magic, saturating the entire nearby area with this renewing energy as life encouraged life. Getting knocked up constantly was not exactly a practical way to run a farm. But being a human, you might just be able to get Applejack 'producing,' without the risk of getting her pregnant. Which raised all sorts of possibilities in the pragmatic working mare's mind.

You eagerly took hold of Applejack's flanks, feeling the firm muscles ripple slightly under your kneeding fingers as you enter her for the first time. Her pussy felt... welcoming, in a way that was hard to qualify, and both of you sigh in contentment as you hilt yourself in her marehood. You bend down as she leans up, your lips meeting as your tongues dance about each other slowly. Something about fucking AJ just feels profoundly right, like you were always meant to do this; you're in no hurry to finish. You enjoy every deep, steady thrust as Applejack responds with equal enthusiasm. For a long time, the only sounds in this part of the orchard are the wet slaps of sex meeting sex, interspersed with the occassional noisy kiss or moan.

Some time later, Applejack closes her eyes and smiles deeply, a warm glowing suffusing her mind as you hilt yourself with a groan. Right on cue, she feels your warm cum pumping into her, her own orgasm milking you for every drop. Satisfied, she presses back against you, trying to make sure you get as much inside her as possible. Eventually you pull out, laying down heavily on the grass and breathing deeply. Applejack lets you rest. She has no idea if this will work with a human or not, but she has three more fields planned for this afternoon. In either case, it's going to be a very fulfilling day.

Big Macintosh (genderswap, complete)

Living in Ponyville is an experience you wouldn't trade for anything, but there are some rough days nonetheless. It all started innocently enough; you were walking through the market picking up groceries for the week, saying hello to ponies here and there. You stopped to make some small talk with Zecora, who was in town pawning off some of her potions, when THEY appeared: the bane of all things normal. The Cutie Mark Crusaders. One pegasus stunt, unicorn squeal, earth pony overcompensation, and wagon collision with a stand later, you were on the ground with not one, but two vials slowly oozing down your shirt.

The first fluid, a simple fertility potion, would have been harmless enough on its own: it was designed exclusively for female fertility, and was meant to be ingested anyway. Mixed with the second vial, however - purified poison joke extract - it had rather... pronounced effects.

Which is why you're now laying low in an isolated part of Sweet Apple Acres, cursing how poorly your clothes now fit in a much higher-than-usual tone of voice. Your newfound tits are sensitive as all hell, and they're driving you crazy rubbing up against your shirt. You can't stop scissoring your legs either - apparently the whole 'fertility potion' bit wasn't screwing around, as the heat radiating from your nethers is quick to remind you. The whole mess has you in a lousy mood, but part of you is still holding out hope that this will wear off quickly and no one will have to see you like this. Sighing, you sit down heavily on your butt, legs splayed out in front of you. You resist the urge to stick your hand betweeen them. "Well, at least I'm cute. I guess." You muse idly.

"Eyup."

...

Oh, that's just fucking lovely.

You know the voice immediately, and thus it's no big surprise when you turn and see a bright red stallion standing calmly a few feet away. He doesn't seem very surprised by your state, but very few things ever seem to surprise Big Macintosh. You had to admit, you liked him for that; Mig Mac was a very low-drama kind of pony. Well, if anybody has to see you like this, you could have done worse than him. You open your mouth to speak, but abruptly stop. Something seems a little... off about him, today.

Still perfectly calm, Big Macintosh takes a step towards you. "You smell real nice today." Only then do you realize what was bothering you before: slowly but surely, Mac's cock is coming to attention.

Oh FUCK.

"I heard you with mah sister in the barn last week." He takes another step forward. This time you scramble to your feet, cautiously taking one step back. You begin to stammer out an excuse, but Mac cuts you off.

"I ain't mad. Applejack's a big pony. She can do..." He snorts, the sound seemingly especially animalistic given the context. "... whatever she likes." He takes another step. "But you seem real popular lately, don't ya? And now, you seem to be in a little bit of a fix. And I reckon this is a great time for me- " His massive prick, now fully engorged, twitches in your general direction. "-to find out what all the fuss is about."

More than a little panicked, you look around now, trying to spot an escape route, or anything that could help you out here. Noticing your searching gaze, Mac snorts again. "You know I'd run you down in a heartbeat. But that don't matter none anyway." A sick little thrill runs through you at the thought of Mac 'running you down,' but you force it down and ask him why not. Mac isn't an expressive pony, but you swear you see the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as he responds. "'Cuz I can smell you, and I know you want what I got."

Oh God... he's right. You've never wanted to be a girl before, and you've never been attracted to guys, but as your eyes slip down to Macintosh's enormous length the warmth between your legs becomes a roaring fire. Maybe it's just the fertility potion, but whatever the reason you're now seeing Mac in a whole new light. With a submissive whimper that surprises even you, you fall to your knees, ripping your shirt off and pulling down your pants as much as you can. You can't bring yourself to form the words, but your eyes beg for what your mouth can't.

Always the gentlecolt, Mac obliges. Quickly closing the distance between the two of you, he lowers his head and pushes against your chest gently but firmly. You fall to the ground on your back with an "oof," but quickly pull your pants the rest of the way off, getting a good look at your own excited cunt for the first time. You don't have long to take the sight in, however, as Macintosh steps over your prone form, his cock seeming to loom over you. Your eyes widen, and you feel absolutely certain there's no way you could possibly take that monster. It'd rip you apart. Seeming to have minds of their own, your legs spread anyway.

Big Macintosh doesn't seem to be in a hurry. He lowers his head to one of your nipples, not -quite- touching it, and simply holds there for a moment while you wait in breathless anticipation of his next move. He breathes in deeply, then exhales slowly, his warm breath seeming to stimulate every last nerve. You squirm, your nipples throbbing with their need for attention. Having gotten the reaction he wanted, Mac leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he explores every inch of your breast with his tongue. You gasp, electricity shooting through your nerves, and start to thrash weakly. Deftly and with surprising gentleness, Mac kneels down in such a way that he manages to pin down your arms and legs without crushing them. He never breaks contact with your tit as he does so. Despite the sensations shooting through your chest as he shifts to the other nipple, you are imminently aware of his throbbing horsecock pressed against your inner thigh.

Taking a deep breath as though preparing for something, Mac now redoubles his assault, sucking HARD on your poor tender girlflesh and lashing it with his tongue, showing no mercy now. The sensations rocking your brain are now so strong that you hardly notice as he begins to shift his weight.

Which was, of course, exactly the distraction he'd counted on, as he rams nearly half his length into your exposed snatch. You nearly black out, pain and pleasure warring in equal parts. You cum almost instantly, bringing your grip on his shaft from tight to nearly vice-like as he grunts from the stimulation. Some distant rational part of your brain notes just how very different a female orgasm feels, but that voice is small and unimportant; Mac is large and inside you and feels ever so wonderful. Consumed by orgasmic bliss, you can only wonder why you never thought to try this before.

With some disappointment, you feel the orgasm begin to fade and your needy pussy relaxing its grip on Big Mac. Strangely though, you don't feel any less hot. In fact, you feel like you could go for another round, right now. With a start, you remember: female. Multiple orgasms. Your mind lights up in joy... and then scolds itself harshly for being so very excited by that idea.

Big Mac doesn't give you time to linger on it, however. Now that he can move again, he takes advantage of this fact by thrusting forward, burying inch after delicious inch of cock inside you. He grunts in apprecation as he continues to thrust in and out of you; seems AJ was on to something. Your pussy is without a doubt the tightest he has ever been in. He leans down as he fucks you, kissing you lightly on the forehead. "Good girl." Feeling a perverse burst of joy at the simple praise, you tighten around him again. He grunts again, redoubling his efforts.

Time loses all meaning for a while, the sounds of sex a steady rhythm in the quiet of the field, punctuated only by the occassional moan from either party. At some point Mac manages to fill you completely, every thrust now pushing you to your absolute limit as your pussy fits him like a glove. You cum again at least twice more - your mind isn't thinking too clearly anymore, so it's hard to say for sure - but Macintosh's earth pony endurance allows him to easily maintain his pace.

Still, the climax must eventually come. Mac's breathing becomes jagged as his pace increases, hammering your poor abused slit - you'll probably be walking funny for days. His dick pulses inside you; you can tell. 'Here it comes...' Mac hilts himself as deep inside you as he can with a roar of triumph, jet after jet of hot cum filling you up. He holds you there seemingly for ages as he empties his balls. Vast quantitites of cum pour out of you to pool on the ground: there's simply no room left in you for more. Finally the stream subsides, and Mac slowly, gingerly pulls out of you, wincing slightly. Satisfied, he falls down on the ground next to you, and the two of you just breathe for a while.

Eventually, Macintosh rouses himself, climbing to his feet as taciturn as ever. As though nothing ever happened, he begins to walk away, calling out to you over his shoulder as he goes. "Poison Joke wears off on its own in about five days, but if'n you're in a hurry the spa has a herbal remedy that'll cure it right quick. Ya'll come back if you ever wanna 'nother go; you make a real pretty girl."

Still dazed and flat on your back, you watch Big Macintosh go until he vanishes from sight behind a hill. Pushing yourself to your elbows, you stare down at your freshly-fucked pussy, still oozing a little cum.

This isn't your body. You still want your manhood back, you know that immediately and definitively.

But spa visits ARE expensive. And it's not like you're made of money. And Mac said it wears off in a few days anyway. You really might as well try to make the most of the situation, right? Right.

Cup Cake (finished alternative)

"Here you are, dearie! Have a nice day" Cup Cake says cheerfully as she finishes ringing up yet another customer. Her cheer isn't feigned either; Sugarcube Corner is doing very well for itself lately, thanks largely to their latest creation, a unique type of cupcake that all of Ponyville is raving about: the Decadent Delight. Every batch tends to be sold out within a couple hours out of the oven, and recently the Cake's have been getting an awful lot of questions about just what makes them so amazing. But beyond saying that the key of the new flavor lies in a secret ingredient, they aren't telling.

Looking up at the clock in the corner, Mrs. Cake notices that it's just about time to begin the next batch. Handing the front counter duty over to Pinkie for the time being, she heads into the kitchen, where she finds you sitting on a chair in the corner and reading a magazine. "Alright, it's that time of the day again hon! Ready to do your part?" Nodding, you close your magazine and follow her back into the stoage room, being sure to shut the door behind you; it wouldn't do for any customers to overhear anything.

Almost as soon as you turn around, Mrs. Cake makes her move. Rushing forward eagerly, she pushes your pants down in one smooth motion - she has plenty of experience in getting them off, now - opens her mouth, and descends on your cock. It's time to get some more 'secret ingredient,' and Cup Cake is one of those lucky few ponies who isn't just good at her job; she loves it. Under the skilled ministrations of her tongue, you're hard as a rock in no time. You sigh, running your hands gently through her hair in appreciation as she bobs up and down on your length.

God, you love Equestria; name another place where you can get the most amazing blowjobs of your life every day, and get PAID for it. Pony fluids, as it turned out, were actually rather fruity and sweet by human standards. Correspondingly, the thick, rich, salty flavor of your own cum was a complete surprise to them. You were initially apologetic... until you realized that not only do ponies not mind the taste, they absolutely love it. You still remember the first time Pinkie had tried to cook some of your jizz into a cupcake (you swear, that girl will eat anything): after one taste, she spent the rest of the day putting you into the hospital foor dehydration treatment. Still, it'd been worth it, and before too long Sugarcube Corner had debuted its latest sensation.

Without stopping, Cup Cake looks up at you and smiles as best she can around your thick cock. She loves watching your face as she sucks you; teasing little reactions out you has become one of the highlights of her day, and you know she gets off on your arousal just as much as you do. Pulling back, she gives your shaft a few quick pumps with her forehooves as her mouth goes to work on the head, alternating between sucking and licking. You groan; she's gotten VERY good at this. She can't say anything of course, but seems to flush slightly in triumph at the sound. Lowering her legs to the floor once more, she readies herself.

A quick wink is all the warning you get before she lunges forward, deep-throating your entire length.

You gasp at the hot wet tightness of her throat, heroically trying to hold out, but it's no use; she wins this round. Her hips instinctively lunge forward as your dick jerks, and you cum hard. Even despite the haze of satisfaction in her mind, she's ready, and with a deft movement pulls back off your length and raises a large bowl, steadying your cock with one hoof as you blow your sizable load into the container. Exhausted but satisfied, you sink to the floor as Mrs. Cake giggles. "Oh, good job dearie! It looks like this batch will be a big one. You just go ahead and rest up; Pinkie will take care of you again in a few hours."

After taking some time to compose yourself, you head back into the kitchen and sit down with your magazine again. Mrs. Cake has just finished the latest batch it seems, and brought them up front for the next impatient customer. Hearing their voice, you look up.

"Well it's about time!" The cyan pegasus complains. "I've been waiting forever! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love these things. But seriously... what's in 'em, Pinkie? I've never had anything like this, it's driving me crazy trying to figure it out."

The pink party pony looks around, making sure she and Dash are the only ones in the room before she leans forward conspiratorially, an unusually serious look on her face. "You really wanna know, Dashie?"

"Yeah, Pinks. Come on, you can tell me." You sit up slighly, alarmed. She isn't really going to... is she...?

"Well Dashie, if you must know, the secret ingredient..." Your breath catches in your throat.

"... is love!" Pinkie begins with a giggle that quickly turns into a full fledged laugh. She falls on the ground, still laughing, as Rainbow Dash merely shakes her head at her friend's antics.

"Pinkie Pie... you are so random."

Untitled Futashy - derpibooru

Oh God yes. That little smile makes this version of the picture a million times better.

Plus, ya know, the hot, throbbing Fluttercock that she would ever so gently dominate you with, whispering soft, cooing encouragements in your ear as inch after inch of smooth hard ponyflesh sinks into you. As gentle as she is insistent, completely filling you up with that glorious cock and stretching you just enough to send every nerve alive with pleasure, but not enough for pain. Her own generous helpings of precum lubricate her passage as she fills you more and more, your opening resisting the wide flare of her medial ring for just a moment before it, too, slips inside with a renewed burst of pleasure. She keeps whispering to you all the while, telling you how well you’re doing, how proud she is, to tell her if she’s going too fast or if you want her to stop. All you can respond with is a moan.

It goes on that way for a long while, Fluttershy carefully taking her time and letting you adjust to her massive size, until finally you feel those heavy, furred pegasus balls press lightly against your skin – she’s buried her entire length inside of you. Fluttershy leans against you, her inner reserve of patience finally run dry, and you feel as much as hear her begin to pant and tremble at the sensations your body is providing her. The Element of Kindness begins lightly grinding herself against you, unwilling to withdraw even an inch of her utterly divine rod from within your tightly clutching depths. You feel a perverse swell of pride and accomplishment at having taken the pegasus’s enormous tool inside of yourself, the fullness inside of you sending waves of contentment radiating through your whole body at just how right it feels.

"I… I’m going… to start… moving, now. Okay?" Fluttershy just barely manages to get the words out, face clouded with the strain of containing her lust.

The very instant you respond in the affirmative, that restraint disappears. Quickly, almost violently, Fluttershy pulls back hard, withdrawing from your body almost to her ring with hiss of pleasured friction. For a brief moment, you feel horribly, horribly empty, miserable to have lost even a fraction of your lover’s touch. But Fluttershy doesn’t keep you waiting. After only a second pause, she promptly thrusts back inward, hard, burying her entire prick inside of you once again with a cry of ecstasy.

"Oh…. oh, honey, you feel so good~!" The pegasus babbles, eyes beginning to glaze over, thoroughly given over to pleasure.

Without awaiting a response, she once more draws halfway out of your body before pressing in harder than before, her heavy pegasus balls loudly *SLAP*ing against you. You moan, the reaction driven from you as much as given willingly, and you instinctively clench down harder on her member as she begins to retreat from you once more. Far from painful, Fluttershy’s ministrations feel like the deepest, strongest, most sensual massage you’ve ever received, every muscle pulsing with warmth and sending spikes of pleasure racing through your body with each thrust, urging you to submit to this sexual goddess.

And – listening to your mistress squeak and squeal as she bottoms out inside of you again and again, her soft fur slapping lewdly against your flesh, body rocking from the ever-increasing force of her thrusts – submit you would. Urging her to keep going, begging her not to stop, to take you and claim you and make you her own. The thrill and danger of so completely surrendering yourself complimented by the utter certainty that your lover is Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness herself, and she would never do anything to hurt you. A belief re-affirmed when the elated pegasus pulls herself closer against your body in response, wrapping her forelegs around in your body in a combination of hug and possessive clutch, her eager lovemaking continuing unabated.

"Yes! Oh, yes! You’ll be mine, all mine! I am going to love you, and take care of you, and fuck you every day! Ahhhh!"

Fluttershy’s movements speed to nearly a blur, climax fast approaching, and only seconds later you begin to feel that monstrous cockhead flaring out inside of you, preparing to fill you with the pony’s sweet cum. The sheer size of her swollen top is enough to thoroughly lodge her inside of you, finally slow the pegasus’s movements. She continues to try her best, regardless, pushing with renewed force to make up for her loss of speed. Despite the ample lubrication of her copious precum, the swollen glans of your lover’s horsedick is simply too much now. The pain is more than compensated for by pleasure nonetheless, your nerves seared by fire and begging for more. You teeter on the edge of an orgasm of your own, desperate for release.

Fluttershy doesn’t keep you waiting. With a final victorious cry, the pegasus drives herself forward one last time, burying herself balls-deep in your receptive body, and begins to cum.

Her width and her girth being so great, you feel every last twitch and spurt as that mighty rod dumps its load in you, a soothing warmth that is more than enough to finally trigger your own orgasm. Despite how stuffed you are, Fluttershy’s flared head leaves no room for her load to escape, and as tiny rippling bulge after bulge travels down her cock, you actually feel your belly swell slightly with the sheer volume of her pony seed. Weakly, you grind back against her, desperate to make sure you get every last drop from those heavy balls, each spurt a renewed burst of joy in your frazzled mind. Dimly, you imagine yourself going about your daily routine the next morning, the feel of your marefriend’s cum a reassuring warmth inside of you, and can’t help but smile giddily – again, you can only find yourself thinking about how right it feels to have her spunk inside of you.

Fluttershy’s balls twitch for the last time, the weary pegasus finally allowing herself to collapse with a sigh, her tight grip and still firmly-buried cock inside of you pulling you down to the bed with her. Clearly not in any hurry to pull herself free, she cranes her neck forward, reaching around to give you a soft, loving kiss on the lips. Her wings unfurl, wrapping your body in a soft, feathery embrace, and you feel her body release the last of its tension, utterly relaxed as she holds you close.

She doesn’t say much. She doesn’t have to. The sincerity of her words more than speak for themselves, however short they might be.

"I love you."

Nurse Redheart

With those bumpy little ridges all along her engorged cockhead scraping and rubbing at your walls with every little movement she makes inside of you? That incredibly thick black cock flesh stretching your ass wide, eliciting whorish moan after whorish moan as inch after excruciating, blissful inch disappears inside you?

The pressure of her hoof on your back keeping you gently but firmly bent over, earth pony strength more than a match for your own. The soft pat pat pat of her furry hips slapping against yours, her cutie mark pressing into you over and over as though to remind you who’s in charge. The hot, warm drizzle of copious amounts of precum leaking into you, gradually easing the speed of her thrusts as they come faster and faster, more and more forcefully. The burst of rapidly mounting anal pleasure as her medial ring stretches your pucker rhythmically around her length, stimulating you more than any anal beads or vibrator ever could.

Her feminine grunts as her fleshy cock head begins to flare inside of you, making every push into your depths an increasing struggle. The way she abandons her short, rapid thrusts, instead pulling out of you all the way to the tip before ramming back in as deep and as hard and as fast as she can, hilting herself inside of you each time. Primal instincts taking over, sex abandoned for mating as your equine lover urgently does her best to breed you. The telltale twitching of those fat, heavy balls before she pulls back one last time and slams into you as hard as she can, forelegs wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against her, holding you tightly in place as she cries out in triumph.

The steady throb of her buried cock as she empties her load inside of you. Her breath hot and heavy against your back as wave after wave of pony cum floods into you, the tight plug of her cock head keeping it all locked firmly inside of your body. Not until several moments after her cock twitches for the last time does she even begin to relax her death-grip on your hips, pulling away with a weary sigh as her cock finally pulls free of your abused ass with a soft pop sound. For your own part, you doubt moving is something you’ll feel up to for a good long while. Redheart leans over, placing a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead, and whispers what a good boy you were.

So in answer to your question, is it going to hurt? Yes. Will that stop you from begging for more?

Probably not.

Friends With Benefits

Cherry Berry trembled, legs almost knocking together with the force of her anxiety. The human stood before her in her home, calm and unhurried. Ever since the union of the two worlds, she - like so many other ponies - had heard such amazing things about their newest neighbors. Wonderful, exotic, otherwordly tales of what human beings were capable of, the wonders they could produce, the gifts they were so very willing to share. It hadn't taken many such stories of utterly satisfied, blissful mares before the pony's reluctance had crumbled like so many before her. She needed to experience it for herself. Muscles tense with anticipation, she had awaited his arrival as though she would bolt at the first sudden movement. When he had entered her humble home, her throat immediately went dry. And now, much later, they had come to the climactic moment. It was time. This was it.

The human spoke, his voice a deep baritone. "All set. Are you ready, miss?"

She swallowed hard. "I'm... I'm ready. I think... I think I'm ready."

He smiled reassuringly. "No need to be nervous. I do this all the time. Getting used to the way you ponies do things took a while, but it almost always goes smoothly now."

She tried to return his smile, still nervous but feeling somewhat better all the same. "It's okay. Really, I'm ready. Let's do this."

He nodded. And then, he flicked the switch.

For a moment, nothing happened. And then, it began; almost imperceptible at first, but rapidly growing in intensity. Cherry Berry shivered, a thrill shooting through her at her long-awaited prize. "Oh, Celestia, YES!"

The human chuckled. "I take it you approve?"

She nodded, eyes closed as she basked in the sensations. Oh, when she'd first heard of the humans, she had her doubts, just like so many others. But even just for this, they were so very, very, VERY worth it. "It's everything I ever dreamed of..."

The human broke into a grin at the pony's ecstatic reactions. Most of them reacted in just this way, and he never got tired of seeing it. "Well, there's plenty more were that came from. You can control and set it any way you like from this panel on the wall, here. You have any trouble, you give me a call, alright?"

Cherry Berry nodded absently, still groaning in fulfillment, her face inches away from the vent in the wall. Luna bless humans, and Celestia bless their wonderful, wonderful central air conditioning.

Futashy's Surprise (Just for fun)

You sigh as you sink into the soft cushioning of the massage bed, already feeling nice and loose from the warm scented bath you'd been through just beforehand. You had to hand it to Rarity; she was a class act, giving you an all-expenses paid spa trip as a gift like this. For a while you'd been worried she'd hold a grudge from that huge prank you, Dash, and Pinkie pulled on her a couple weeks ago, but it seems the Element of Generosity was living up to her title.

You hear the door open and close behind you, and the faint hoofsteps of a pony walking up to you. Too blissed out to even bother turning around to face her, you close your eyes and smile.

“Um, hello. It's time for your deep tissue massage.” You frown a little bit as you feel the pony actually leap up onto the massage bed and straddle you, one forehoof falling to either side of your head. You'd heard of unconventional massages like this, where the masseuse would actually do things like very carefully step on your pressure points, but you never knew the spa here in Ponyville offered such services. “Please try to relax...”

Shrugging inwardly, you do as your told, going totally limp on the bed underneath the pony. You should probably thank her. Come to think of it, was that Lotus or Aloe behind you?

Just then, you you notice something you probably should have earlier: the hooves to either side of your head are butter-yellow.

“And,  uh... Rarity told me to say something...” You feel an enormous, warm, fully erect futanari cock probe your ass, positioning itself at your entrance. Still somewhat stunned, you react too late, as Fluttershy finds what she's looking for and presses her cockhead firmly against your pucker, bracing herself. “Umm... 'surprise buttsex.'”

She thrusts.

Lyra (oral, facesitting, short)

You are now thinking of giving Lyra oral for the first time in her life. How confused and uncertain she'd be initially. Then the sharp gasp and flinch when your tongue finds her folds. The outright yelp as you kiss her cute little clit, and the moan that follows it. The rising heat pouring from her slit as she begins losing herself in the pleasure. The taste and scent of her as your tongue pushes inside and explores eagerly, her juices running down the sides of your face wherever your tongue can't lick them up in time. The pale green of her body filling your vision as, finally abandoning herself completely to the sensation of being eaten out, she sits on your face. Pressing down as hard as she can to allow your tongue the easiest possible access to her most sacred depths. And finally, the sweet cry of release as her entire body quakes in orgasm, coating your face in a thin sheen of her honey, the overpowering scent of her sex clinging to you for hours to come.

Applebloom

Applebloom just couldn't get enough. It had all started innocently enough; it took some doing, but you'd eventually convinced the filly to show you where Applejack kept the 'special' stash of Sweet Apple Cider. But when she saw just how eagerly you drank it, she had naturally insisted on trying some for herself. She seemed to enjoy it every bit as much as you did... and then one thing had led to another, and... well, things got kinda weird.

But weird had never bothered Applebloom, who apparently didn't regret the experience at all. She seemed to go out of here way to find you any time she wasn't hanging out with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, these days. A few 'accidental' bumps against your side, or careless tail lifts, or meaningful looks later, you always seemed to find yourselves in the nearest secluded spot, thrusting madly into Applebloom's welcoming pussy. You weren't mean to  her of course, but you were never gentle with 'Bloom either; fast and hard was the way she liked it. Every one of your powerful, merciless thrusts jolted through her entire body as she quivered with delight, tongue lolling out of her mouth in abandon. The wet sound of sex filled the air as your hips slapped into her small body again and again, her cunt tightly massaging your cock as though attempting to coax out your seed.

You obliged her, hilting your length inside of her with a groan as you emptied your balls into her warm snatch. 'Bloom came with a squeal, tightening around you once again as though to hold you in - not that you had any intention of pulling out! In supreme satisfaction, you bask in the sensation of unloading glob after glob of warm cum deep inside Applebloom's receptive body. Only once you are completely done do you pull yourself free, admiring your handiwork. Cum oozes from her stretched pussy, and 'Bloom is once more staring at you with an equal mix of gratitude and affection on her face - she loves taking your load. She'll be satisfied for a few days, you're sure, but something tells you you'll be seeing her again soon.