Bethesda's Presentation to Littlepip
I Thought My Body Was Ready
Littlepip had not expected that there would be other ponies in the Wasteland who would get the drop on her with a dart gun like Velvet. Yet, here she was, lying on a matress of a creaking bed in a dirty shack someplace she knew her friends wouldn't find her. There was a bomb collar strapped to her neck with an ominous red light, and an imposing stallion standing over her with his massive meatspear thrust at her face.
"Who are you? W-why am I collarred?" She demanded to know as she tugged carefully at the object.
"Careful, my big reveal is not supposed to make your head explode just yet. It's only to ensure you will not walk out of my presentation. Something tells me you are not ready for what I am about to tell you. I am Bethesda Softworks."
"Creators of Fallout 3? W-what do you want from me?" Pip asked fearfully.
"We are aware of your popularity. You contribution to your two fandoms. So we wanted to give you a very personnal, in-depth presentation. Of Fallout 4!"
"N-no! It cannot be! The lost percentage bonus over New Vegas. The eery silence over any future instalments in the series. The lawsuits against Interplay. You can't be serious. This is a practical joke!"
"This is no joke. Like Ron Paul, this is happening. And now I'll reveal how I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to like it so much, you'll just give me your bottlecaps!" Bethesda laughed as he bend forward, towering over the small filly whose eyes were like pinpricks.
"I-I'm lesbian. My barn door won't swing that way." She objected, just in case the rapist cared.
"Homo or hetrosexual, boy or girl, it all matters little. All will come to like it in the end. And now, is your body ready?" Bethesda did not get an answer from Pip, whose mind was almost locked down "I thought so. First feature: dogmeat!"
He slammed into her pussy, his swollen dick finding her meat muffler whilst his forelegs grabbed her hindlegs, pulling her against him as he thrust and thrust into her.
"Ah! Ah! D-dogmeat? I love that- that trusty mutt." Littlepip gasped, not believing how quickly she got into this.
"That's why we're giving him to you! The one loyal companion every Fallout game has: the dog." Bethesda smiled wickedly, knowing he was already getting the desired effect from his one-pony audience. And he had only revealed the first feature.
With a loud scream, Littlepip came like not even Homage could have made her come. Xenith was right, she was a whinnier. And something told her Bethesda was going to break Homage's record.
With a grunt, Bethesda pulled out, his cum seeping out of her muff, his cock spraying globs of white goop between her legs and as far as her upper torso.
"Next reveal:" He said as he gripped her head and forced his shaft deep into her mouth, to the back of her throat. "Fully voiced player."
Unable to speak, Littlepip had only her thoughts and the stallion's manhood. She was unsure if she was expected to give blowjobs, but Bethesda did not seem to wait for that. He was only interested in fucking her in the mouth, shoving her head into his crotch over and over, Littlepip gagging as the salty dick pushed against her uvula. Finally, he pulled out again, once more letting his shaft spray her like a garden hose. An unexpected amount of it shot into her mouth, forcing her the cough uncontrollably even as wads of cums stained her snout and small droplets entered her nostrils.
"D-di *cough* alogue? Not since Mass Effect-" She started to say, was unable to finish her sentence.
Bethesda yanked her rear legs and twisted them so she was forced onto her belly. He placed them on firm ground behind the bed as he caressed her barrel, before beginning to push his member into her tightly puckered asshole.
"Weapon Crafting!" He announced just as the pain of his swollen penis penetrating her anal cavity hit Littlepip like a sledgehammer.
"AAAH! No, no! Stop! It's too much! It's too much, no!" She screamed in agony, but Bethesda refused to slow down.
He slammed against her little flank with his loins, balls slapping against her body audibly as he forced himself in an out at a brisk pace, not giving Pip the time to adjust to having her sphincter stretched to a painful degree. With a throbbing sensation, she felt him come inside before pulling out again, now with strands of semen dripping out of her ass.
"You- how can a stallion last like this? I- I can't even- keep this up." Pip panted as she looked back at the large, smiling Bethesda.
"I give the players what they want, and they keep coming back for more. Is that so hard to believe? By the end, they throw their money at me either to keep fucking them harder, or to just buy a reprieve from their exhaustion. But these next ones are free." He once again laid Pip on her back and took her hindlegs, placing his cock between her hooves. "Mods on consoles!"
He moved her legs, making the hooves brush against his meat. This was not even her fetish, so why did Pip feel so guilty yet pleasured by it? Something about this was just all wrong, it just couldn't feel this right! It just couldn't!
His seed once again began to shoot, caking her belly in a puddle of white. Only now did Littlepip realize she wanted this. It felt so incredibly dirty, she was so humiliated, being used by this presentation. And it was getting her horny.
"Please. More. I want more." She begged.
"I thought you'd want that. Play with it. Show me what your mighty telekinesis can do." He commanded, and Littlepip obeyed.
She concentrated her magic on the manhood dangling in front of her face. As she wrapped it into the green aura of her magic, she began to jerk and slide back and forth. Gently at first, until she and him were comfortable with this. She did not notice any hesitation on his part. Of course, he'd done all this before she realized. And despite having no appetite for dicks, she was curious about what else he had in store for her.
"Faster." He order, and she increased her jerking motions. "Faster." He said again, and she cautiously explored the bounds of her telekinetic skills at magicjobs. "Faster, faster you slut! Do you want to be spoiled? Then don't hold back, because I'm not!"
A slut. Pip remembered how angry she felt everytime her peers dangled that over her head; that her mother was a slut and her gayness a tease at all the boys who knew better than she did. That she was just as big a slut. Even moreso for denying them her tiny pussy. But instead of being angry Bethesda called her one, she resigned herself to the truth; she wanted his presentation so badly, and she didn't show any squeamishness in getting it out of him. In fact, the sex felt guilty only in a very pleasing and risque way. And just because she denied the boys didn't mean she hadn't been sexually precocious. If she had a bottlecap for every time she had clopped to a picture of Velvet Remedy, and every time her mother complained the Stable's laundry service was spreading rumours about Pip's promiscuity, and other fillies' refusal to associate with her for that, well, she'd be rich twice over. In truth, she was the biggest slut in the Wasteland. And right now, she wanted to be Bethesda's little slut.
Vigorously pumping his hose for more spunk, she got exactly that as got it in her hair, ears and eye. She carefully opened it, feeling its stickyness on her eyebrows and lashes.
"Layered armour." He triumphantly announced as he forced her to stand again.
This time, he did not stick himself in either her sopping cunt or dribbling anus, just between her legs. Her legs squeezed against his hard-on, he once more resumed thrusting.
"Rideable Vertibirds."
"What!? No, no this is too much! Too much for one game!" Littlepip protested. "I just can't handle anymore of the hype!"
"You're stronger than you think you are. And I'm going to prove it." Bethesda disagreed as he continued.
"I've always dreamed of flying in a Vertibird..." She whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.
He didn't acknowledge her, only fucked her legs until she felt wobbly and he finally began squirting. The matress was by now a total mess of cum and mare fluids. Every time he rolled her around to get into another position, she was covered in it.
"Refined combat." A blowjob Littlepip gave in earnest even as she feared what would come next.
"Special Pipbuck Edition." A throughout vaginal rinsing that pounded her clit like a jackhammer.
"Jetpacks!" He masturbated close to her head as she lay desensitized on the matress, trying to refuse the temptation only for it to hit her in the side of her head. Her body was not ready.
"And the coup de grace: Settlement Creation!" He announced as he once more showered her in cum, covering her body and getting it into her mane.
"You mean... I get to rebuild the Wasteland? Build new communities, bringing prosperity as just one pony?"
"Oh yes." He confirmed triumphantly.
"Stop!" She scrambled back on the matress, supporting herself with her forelegs as she lay on her back, gazing up at Bethesda, covered from head to hoof in his semen. "Please! No more! I-I-I just can't!"
"Don't worry, this is only just a taste. The tip of the iceberg to get you excited. And excited, you were. Now..." He once more rolled her onto her stomach, aiming for her cunt as he dealt the finishing blow certain to have her hankering for more. "November release."
Her mouth fell open, barely even registering the endless fucking and series of orgasms that came to them both. November. Only half a year. Yet, it felt so long. She was going to count the days. She needed this. She had just been ruined for life by Bethesda, and she would not experience sexual gratification again until Fallout 4 was out. With a sigh, she resigned herself to the long months ahead, and decided to savour every last moment she was allowed to spend with Bethesda fucking her like a cheap whorse. She knew she would not be satisfied like this for a long time. So she decided to make the most of what she had at the moment.
"Do me. I'm yours if you'll fuck my brains out from now until release." She bargained for his cock.
"Release is coming, sooner than you think. Until then, I will have your complete attention, Littlepip." Bethesda answered. "I said I was going to make you come crawling to me and begging for me to fuck you. And fuck you I will."
"T-take my bottlecaps! Take eveything! Take me!" She shouted whilst shuddering with pleasure at being taken again.
"Oh, I will take everything. And you especially. You are my slave, and I am the slaver. And we're going to do the whole Appleloosan Rodeo."
