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         With Great Power Cums Great Refuckability         
                     -by Akumokagetsu-                     
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                        Walk It Off                        
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Walk It Off
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A cool wind rippled a mauve cloak through the night sky, nearly invisible in the shadows on the rooftop.
Sweetie let out a long breath, the warm cheeks of her deep violet mask expanding as she peered down over the street. She was thankful for a quiet night, as life had been hectic in Ponyville. Rampaging constellation bears, rampaging creeper vines, rampaging mares with an inflated sense of ego.
But finally, after so much day saving and citizen protecting, she might finally have a peaceful night.
[Sweetie, there's a rampaging werepony attacking Ponyville!]
Oh, Celestia dammit.
[I heard that!]
[Come off it Scoots, everypony heard it, just get over here and help!]
Sweetie pinched the bridge of her snout in irritation, attempting to snap the mental connection closed before leaping from the rooftop onto the next. The projection in her mind that Apple Bloom sent her was a recognize location near the village's border, and she wasted no time in bounding as quickly as possible as her matching royal purple cape flowed behind her.
Sweetie had to admit, though, springing effortlessly with such ease from shingled rooftop to rooftop had always been one of the real highlights of being a superheroine. The wind on her mask, her mane rippling back as she leaped with unnatural speed and agility like a shadow across the tops of the town made her heart pound furiously. The powers were a nice bonus, but this was what she lived for.
[Any day now, you two!]
Sweetie Belle kicked with a little extra force off the shingled roof and into the air, and even though her hind legs were almost totally unworked and sleek, she was rocketed like a firecracker into the sky, the entire world hanging before her for a long moment. She felt a giddy sensation, almost like flying as she began to descend, narrowing her body and directing her fall toward the last of the thatched roofs near the edge of the village.
The trick was to make sure that she didn't land too hard like last time and plow through the ceiling into some very displeased couple's bedroom.
[Yeah, those were fun times and all, but I need help now girls!] Apple Bloom's voice appeared abruptly in her mind again, the intense feeling of imminent danger growing more powerful by the minute.
Sweetie picked up speed, seriously narrowing her thoughts and trying to block out the others again as she dropped nimbly to the ground without a sound and bolted in the direction her friend mentally called from.
Perhaps it had been because the three of them had touched that mysterious meteor simultaneously so long ago. Maybe it would have happened either way. Regardless, from the moment that the Cutie Mark Crusaders absorbed whatever bizarre power radiating from the thing, it had left them all with a firm psychic link to the other. If another was in trouble, each other two would instantly know. What one felt, the other found themselves feeling. What one thought too loudly, the others heard.
Which made passing math tests a breeze, Sweetie Belle mused silently to herself.
It took hardly any time at all to reach the place that Apple Bloom had mentally showed her, but for the life of her Sweetie could see no sign of anypony else. The only one she could spot was Scootaloo barreling in from the sky from a powerful leap, clad in identical violet and cobalt disguise.
“Where'd they go?” Scootaloo huffed, though clearly barely winded despite her exertion.
[Ay Bee?] Sweetie projected her thoughts loudly. “I swear, she was just here-”
A bloodcurdling screech and a deep sense of pure dread pricked through both of them, their ears jutting high into the air as they instantly barreled toward the source of the noise.
Everfree Forest never was one of Sweetie's favorite places to go, especially not in the dark.
Her eyes narrowed tightly as they approached the source at superequine speed, the motion in the dark drawing her attention. She could make out the figure of Apple Bloom almost instantly with her improved vision, her torn identical outfit the first thing she noticed. Sweetie silently frowned, certain that she'd be the one on sewing duty once again the following morning.
Oh, and there was the werepony.
“Out of the way!” Apple Bloom screamed, yanking the unicorn and pegasus away from the enormous ensuing beast. Sweetie threw a stunned glance at the freakishly huge hairy pony to observe it, automatically scanning for potential weak spots or injuries. “Werepony, comin' through!”
“Looks more 'were' than 'pony' to me,” Scootaloo quipped, running adjacent to her comrade as the blundering animal gave a bellowing roar as it crashed along behind them all. They kept just along the treeline, steadily moving further and further away from Ponyville.
“Don't give 'em an inch, that fella's got a mean left hook!” Apple Bloom advised them, turning to Sweetie. “You two keep him distracted, I'll grab silver!”
“Why didn't you say that before?” Sweetie Belle dug her hooves into the ground to stop and shouted in irritation after her as the farm filly sprang high into the air, making directly for Ponyville.
[Why didn't either of you bring silver when I said 'werepony'?]
“She makes a fair point,” Scootaloo shrugged, her frown clear even through her mask.
Several things then occurred at once. Firstly, both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo realized that standing still was probably not a wise decision. Secondly, Sweetie Belle got a very good look at the werepony in question. It wasn't just large as she had initially thought, it was gigantic. Easily the size of a hay bale, the lumbering monstrosity stood on two hind legs bent at an unnatural angle, most of the rusty red hair on its body looking to be stripped off in patches. It didn't even have forelegs and hooves like a proper pony, it had big, bony clawed hands. Humongous dripping fangs protruded from the snarling beast's snout, and bits of slaver dripped from his jaws, his back hunched and face so close that she could smell his sickly sweet breath and see the hunger in his luminescent glowing green eyes.
Thirdly, the thought was firmly reinforced that it was indeed a 'he', because the beast was remarkably large in more ways than one, as evidenced by the absolutely raging erection.
And finally, Sweetie realized that she had very much been punched, because suddenly she was suddenly wearing the treeline.
Huh. He does have a mean left hook. Also, aoaoaoaow!
“Walk it off!” Scootaloo's voice seemed very distant as Sweetie attempted to pull herself from the splintered remains of the tree, her back feeling horridly scraped. She instinctively reached to check for damage, but felt no gaping wound like she expected. Her cape had been completely ripped off, though.
Hmph. I just finished patching that back on, too.
[Can you forget the stupid handicrafts for a minute and get this guy off of me?!]
Scootaloo cringed as the gargantuan werepony pinned her forelegs violently to the earth above her head, claws digging in deep to the ground. It's impossibly long tongue snaked down from its mouth hungrily, and she could feel the wetness even through her costume as it tasted her belly. The snarling beast grinned down at her, revealing every last razor sharp tooth as it descended...
Only to release a very startled “Au-arph!” as it was pummeled powerfully in the side and launched almost a dozen feet through the air.
“How's my left hook?” Sweetie Belle scoffed as she watched the beefy monster roll over the ground, digging its claws in for leverage. “... Great, now I'm doing it, you two are a ruddy influence on me.”
“It comes with being a superhero, Sweetie,” Scootaloo grinned, accepting the helping hoof to stand. “You've gotta have good one liners if you wanna be a superhero, that's, like, the first rule in the book.”
“I thought the first rule,” Sweetie Belle said calmly as she re-positioned herself, the kicked werepony already rumbling over the ground back at them with frightening speed. “Was to always keep secret identities?”
“Honestly I'd prefer to just tell everypony,” the pegasus stood her ground beside her, despite the steadily stampeding monster. “Think of the money, the fame, eh?”
They split in different directions at the same time, the werepony blundering straight through them.
“We already talked about that,” Sweetie frowned, letting out a quiet sigh. The beast howled furiously at its denied prey, whipping about at breakneck pace and hurtling itself at the pair once more. “Once we do that, we'd have to worry about protecting our families.”
“Yeah, yeah...” Scootaloo rolled her eyes as she leapfrogged effortlessly over the increasingly confused bounding beast. “Still, we'd be like rock stars. Or maybe even Wonderbolts!”
She was interrupted by a bloodthirsty roar of fury, the werepony hurtling blow after blow down on them, each strike missing by bare inches as the fillies nimbly dodged away.
Scootaloo swept forward without warning, slamming the brute in the jaw without hesitation. His neck snapped backward so sharply that it cracked, his head craning back so far that his bulging Adams apple wobbled. The werepony was very, very still for a moment.
Then, his head yanked back forward with a terrifying crack! and the chase resumed.
“You think this guy even knows what he's doing?” Sweetie Belle frowned as she backpedalled from the werepony's powerful double-hoofed slam, bits of rock and dirt flying through the air from the impact.
“Can't really be sure,” Scootaloo shrugged as she skipped to her left, barely avoiding being punched in the side just as Sweetie had been. Even though she'd gotten further away, she could still be heard, though whether because her hearing had improved so much since the incident or the psychic link between them Sweetie wasn't certain.
The patchy werepony froze in mid-swing, throwing them both off guard. It sniffed the air tentatively, glowing green eyes narrowing tightly as its ears prickled for a moment.
Before either of them could react, the beast lunged a clean ten meters through the night sky, silhouetted momentarily by the full moon as it bounded unhindered into the Everfree Forest.
“Well...” Sweetie Belle spoke breathlessly after a moment, staring numbly at the spot their adversary had been. “Shit.”
“I heard that,” Apple Bloom said gruffly as she approached, coming to a sharp halt from a full gallop at throwing up a bit of dust in the process. She dumped a hoffful of silverware and bits of shining objects on the ground angrily, throwing off her mask. “Ya had one job. Come on. One job.”
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Sweetie Belle yawned wearily, struggling not to rub the sleep from her eyes. Maybe she could just go back to sleep when she got a spare minute.
“Come on, dearie, you've hardly touched your breakfast,” her chipper sister patted her on the back of the head. “Did you not sleep well again last night?”
“It's probably just the mattress,” Sweetie lied quickly, forcing her eyes down at the plate of steaming waffles unenthusiastically, quietly hating how often she misled Rarity. “It's really springy in some parts, y'know, all that.”
“... 'Y'know'?” Rarity cocked an eyebrow as she settled across from her, newspaper floating in a magical grip.
“You know,” she groaned and rolled her eyes.
“Speak like a lady or nopony will treat you like one, I always say,” Rarity sniffed as she sipped her coffee.
“You never say that,” Sweetie deadpanned, scraping her waffles around the plate.
“You are snarky this morning, young lady!” her elder sister frowned hard, putting down the clearly unread newspaper. The white unicorn gave her a level look, which for some reason made Sweetie far more uncomfortable than she expected it might. “That isn't like you at all... you know, you've been awfully odd ever since summer break started, maybe a bit of schoolwork does a filly good-”
Sweetie gagged hard on her first bite, eyes bulging.
“No, no, it's not that!” she blurted desperately. “It's-it's just, um...!” her eyes darted back and forth nervously as a sweat began to bead on her brow. “Protein! It's my diet, that's it! Growing filly, I need protein.”
“Your diet?” Rarity blinked disbelievingly.
“Yeah, totally,” she tried to play it off coolly, as if she hadn't been up all night fixing their costumes. Perhaps Scootaloo had been onto something about ditching the disguises after all. “Just gotta eat right, y'kn- I mean, you know.”
“Right,” she answered slowly, resuming her slow survey over the mystical land of newspaper ads. “I'll take your word for it then,” Rarity nodded subtly toward the plate of waffles, which Sweetie wasted no time in devouring.
For roughly twelve seconds, that is.
Oh, come on! Not right now!
Her fork froze in midair, her mouth thankfully full otherwise she would have said it aloud without thinking. A blossoming warmth began flowering up between her thighs, a tingling in her belly as her cheeks flushed a deep pink.
Which one of you is doing... that?!
Sweetie was met with no answer as the pleasurable feeling around her slit warmly traveled up the sides, and invisible tongue digging roughly against her clit.
A loud thunk! was heard as the table rattled, and Rarity glanced up for a moment at the trembling red faced filly across from her.
“Are you alright, dear?” she blinked.
Sweetie nodded so hard that her vision wobbled a bit after, her mouth too full to speak.
“... Are you sure?” her sister asked in concern as she felt the tonguing sensation rippling over her button, her spine arching like electricity were compelling her. “You don't have a fever, do you?”
“Hmm-mm, hmm-mm!” Sweetie Belle insisted through her full mouth, rapidly tapping her cheek with one hoof and scooting a little closer to the table, desperately praying that Rarity wouldn't notice what was going on.
“Well, swallow, then,” Rarity tutted, magically passing her a glass of milk before putting on a pair of bejeweled reading glasses. “And chew your food next time, dear, you don't want anything getting caught in you throat, do you?”
Sweetie swallowed hard as gasped as the sightless intruder penetrated her with its tongue, and she could feel the wet, warm, rough sensation inexperiencedly flickering back and forth too fast to keep track of.
“There, now isn't that better?” Rarity asked, Sweetie forcibly turning her attention away.
“F-fine, yes...” she shivered, an intense burst of ecstasy burning up through her and setting her cheeks further ablaze. “I-I'm done n-now, just g-going...!”
Come on, not now... not in front of my sister...!
“That's perfectly alright, I don't mind cooking your breakfast and doing the washing up again,” Rarity's voice was laced with sarcasm, though she seemed to be blissfully unaware of precisely why Sweetie Belle was shamefacedly backing away as gingerly as possible.
Sweetie only barely managed to trip into the bathroom and shakily latch the door behind her before she sank to the floor, her head swimming with the pleasure.
She gasped for breath again, feeling her legs pried apart as she strained to think clearly.
I swear to Celestia, whichever one of you is doing this at this time of morning, I am going to straight up mangle-
She didn't manage to project the thought in entirely, as a sharp piercing pain shot seemingly straight into her belly, her mouth hanging agape as she froze in place.
For a brief moment, she could feel absolutely everything intensely; the hot, rigid cock spreading her open, the clenching tightness of one flank cheek as she unconsciously tried to lift one leg, the slow scraping deeply against her wall as another burst of pleasure forced a muffled moan out of her mouth. She could feel the rush, the raw excitement and amorous heat of the moment, the untempered desire to be satisfied, the urge for more...
The side of her hoof dug quaveringly against her lip, passing directly through the invisible stallion. Her trembling hooves didn't feel her own as she gently brushed against her clit, her own thrusting hips feeling too much like somepony else's, like she were no longer in control.The feeling of her touch to such a suddenly sensitive spot, coupled with the deep thrust, was too much; the heat crawling through her belly demanded release, and she couldn't bite back a whimpering cry as she came hard, a full stream straight across the bathroom floor. Her back arched hard and she forced her voice down, feeling like her body was on fire. The unseen stallion plunging roughly into her didn't slow down no matter how she turned, her panting involuntary as she struggled to stand.
I – swear – to Celestia... you are – so dead – after this! Sweetie thought as loudly as she could, angrily grinding against the flat of her own hoof in desperate need to sate her own desire.
It appeared that she wouldn't be resting up quite as soon as she'd have liked to after all.
[Don't look at me,] she could faintly hear Apple Bloom's voice behind her ears. [I thought it was you!]
“Scoots,” Sweetie growled furiously as she strained to stand on quivering legs, the deep thrusts growing faster and more shallow, roughly brushing her insides and the pleasurable tingle spreading her a little further apart. “I... swear,” she huffed, “I will kick you... square in the caaah!”
Sweetie gasped in surprise and delight as she orgasmed again, the hot trickle down her leg making her shake so hard that her hoof started to feel numb. She instinctively rode the wave of pleasure, grinding her bean on the cold ridge of the bathtub, a shiver running down her spine as she collapsed.
Masturbate now. Revenge later.
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A cool wind rippled a mauve cloak through the night sky, nearly invisible in the shadows on the rooftop.
Sweetie let out a long breath, the warm cheeks of her freshly patched deep violet mask expanding as she peered down over the street.
“... Are you still mad at me over that?” Scootaloo asked for the fifth time that night, shifting uncomfortably beside the unicorn. “Oh, and, um, thanks for sewing up my suit, it was getting a little tight back there anyway-”
“Yes, I am still mad,” Sweetie Belle fumed aloud, eyes never ceasing their wandering over Ponyville's border. So long as a full moon was still out...
“I didn't think it was that big of a deal...” the pegasus rubbed her costumed foreleg awkwardly. “It's not that hard to walk off. I mean, me and Rumble just wanted to have some fun is all...”
“I was in front of my sister!”
[And I was in a conversation with mah brother!] Apple Bloom's aggravated voice could be heard between the two of them, even though she was keeping watch for the werepony on the opposite side of Ponyville.
“Yeah, but-”
[You got any idea how hard it is t'keep from doin'-doin' that when somepony's talking about not sleepin' right?]
“I said sorry,” Scootaloo harrumphed, turning away from Sweetie as if it had been her speaking. “I didn't ask for this crap, you know.”
“Neither did I,” Sweetie frowned. “It's just something we gotta- something we have to do.”
“Says who?” she threw up one hoof angrily. “Maybe some of us like to have fun every once in a while!
[Maybe some o' us don't like squirtin' sex juice on their siblings!]
Sweetie opened her mouth to speak, then closed it.
I... Wow. Ay Bee, really? Which one this time?
“The point is,” Scootaloo interrupted, cheeks tinged pink, “Maybe being linked up all the time isn't as great as we thought it was!”
“Maybe it's not,” Sweetie scowled, drawing her newly made cloak in tightly. “You keep an eye out here, I'm gonna check out the perimeter again.”
“Yeah, walk it off!” Scootaloo shouted, but was unanswered.
She waited longer for an answer, but received none.
“Oh, who put you in charge, anyway?” Scootaloo mouthed angrily under her breath, throwing her rear hard at the rooftop and glaring up at the moon instead. “See if I care.”
Sweetie agilely danced over the rooftops, still very much feeling the anger emanating both from Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. Worse, she knew exactly what was happening, as it wasn't the first time; the sensation was shared between the three of them, and amplified. What they all needed was a bit of space to cool off, then everything would be fine...
At least, that was the mantra Sweetie Belle repeated silently to herself as she soared with another leap over the rooftops, her shadow sailing beneath her without a sound in the moonlight.
Everypony is hotheaded today, she thought quietly to herself as she rapidly approached the dark edge of Everfree Forest. It's what happens when nopony gets sleep. Maybe we should go in shifts instead of all at once... Maybe I could sleep more in the day if somepony else didn't keep me up...
Or maybe Ponyville just needed to take care of its own problems more often.
Whether the thought was her own or it was subtly projected from one of the others, Sweetie couldn't tell. Either way, it made her frown harder. Ponyville needed them out and about, its silent protectors. Whether it was from wild weather weirds or lost golems, attacking psychopaths in masks or this weeks rampaging monster, Ponyville needed nigh indestructible heroes such as themselves.
Right?
Sweetie was left pondering these questions as she walked over the waving grassy fields, illuminated by the bright moonlight.
Her ears pricked at a soft clicking behind her, and she internally kicked herself for growing so lax and walking for such a long time without paying attention. Her eyes flickered this way and that, searching intently for any sign of motion in the dark. Even with her superior vision she still couldn't make out everything in the night. Even so, the uneasiness wouldn't quite quit prickling the back of her neck, like there was something she was just missing...
Sweetie couldn't help it; she tripped in panic when it happened.
She first heard the deep, rumbling growl, closely followed by a set of luminescent green eyes.
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Apple Bloom grumbled to herself as she watched Scootaloo down on a lower rooftop, resuming her watchful gaze over the peaceful village. It really was a quiet place. For such a small town, the ponies that lived there seemed to go through a remarkable amount of danger day to day. It was amazing how it managed to stay in one piece, let alone so silent.
“You're telling me,” Scootaloo snorted, having clearly seen Apple Bloom's thoughts. “It is quiet tonight, though.”
“Yeah...” Apple Bloom's eyes narrowed slowly as she peered over the village, countless lamp lights here and there sparkling in the dark. “It is quiet...”
“Please tell me you're not about to do the 'it's too quiet' cliched thing,” Scootaloo snickered.
“Well, it is,” the farm filly hid her displeased look uselessly. “I don't like it. It makes me nervous.”
“I'm nervous too,” she nodded toward the horizon. “I think-”
Scootaloo didn't manage to speak her mind, as she fell over at the same time that Apple Bloom did.
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Sweetie Belle backed slowly away from the giant silently drawing itself up from the brush, quickly enveloped by the long shadow cast over her. The lumbering creature drew itself up to its full height, gradually revealing the patchy rust colored matted fur and long, sharp claws.
“... Oh,” Sweetie kept her eyes locked firmly on the werepony, backing cautiously away in alarm so as not to alert it. “Oh dear. Not good. Definitely not good.”
Don't panic. Just don't panic. Stay calm. Don't panic. Stay cool.
“Hey there, big guy,” Sweetie Belle spoke to the hungry looking werepony as it steadily drew closer, positively towering over her. “Hey, hey, hey,” she spoke as if trying to soothe a spooked animal. “Take it easy now... no-no need to eat anypony...”
The werepony was almost directly on top of her despite her efforts to stay out of reach, his strides on his elongated hind legs covering distance faster than she could scramble backwards.
“Easy, easy!” Sweetie's voice cracked when he made a grab for her hoof, only barely scooting along the grass in time to avoid his head-sized fists. She cringed at the loud snarl, his form revealed fully in the moonlight.
Everything from the patchy red fur to the marred, but still distinguishable green apple on his flank.
“... Big Macintosh?” Sweetie Belle gaped in astonishment.
Big WereMac took this distraction as the opportunity he needed, growling hungrily as he snatched her hooves from underneath her. She felt herself shoved roughly against the ground, and although she wasn't near his face, she suddenly found herself looking at him eye to eye.
“Easy-easy, Big Macintosh, it's-it's me, Sweetie Belle!” she squeaked in fright, struggling to peel off her mask with her one free hoof. “It's me! It's me, Big Mac!”
The werepony paused for a moment as she voluntarily jerked off her mask, showing her wide eyed visage to the grinning beast that used to be a pony that she knew quite well.
“See?” she pointed at herself hopefully, swallowing hard. “S-see? Big Mac? It's... it's me, Sweetie – remember me? Sweetie?”
The werepony drew in far too closely for comfort, his huge form atop her feeling like a furnace.
“Swee... tie...?” He rumbled in a gravelly voice, a dim recognition in his glowing green eyes.
“Ye-yes!” Sweetie breathed in relief. “Sweetie!”
“H-ho-hor-”
“Close, not quite a horse, pony,” Sweetie rambled, the feeling in her hoof where Big Macinbeast was grabbing her starting to lose feeling. “What happened to you anyway? How did-”
“H-hor~ny...”
“... Oh, shit.”
Sweetie felt her hind leg picked up into the air as if she weighed nothing at all, her supernatural strength coming as no avail in the werepony's unearthly grip.
“Ha-hang on, wait!” Sweetie yelped as she was stretched, almost experimentally. She could feel his claws digging in through her costume, feeling her body... “Big Macintosh, you-you can't, just wait...!”
Much to her surprise, he seemed to show some sign of realization once again.
“You'll split me in half,” Sweetie blurted in panic. “I-I mean, look at the size of that thing of yours! I'm not even wet!”
Big Wereintosh licked his lips.
“... Oh, don't you daaaaaaaaohmigosh!”
The werepony's claws dug in deep, puncturing the costume at the back, but not even scratching her flesh. She could still feel his claws scraping down her back though, over her flank and pulling a hole in the rear of her suit but leaving her front tightly covered.
“You can't be serious,” Sweetie Belle wriggled futilely as she was lifted into the air. “You can not be serious right now, I am not-”
He did indeed have a very long tongue, as she expected he might. What she did not expect, however, was for him to flip her without even trying, easily spread her cheeks with two claws, and plunge the entirety of his tongue directly into her ass.
Sweetie gasped as he entered her, his hot, sticky tongue probing her walls. His serpentine tongue dove this way and that, diving hungrily into her core. She moaned unconsciously as he withdrew his serpentine tongue almost to its extent before sliding it hotly back inside, digging her out a little more with each kiss.
I know I shouldn't be thinking of revenge right now, but I seriously hope Scootaloo is feeling all of this.
[Wait, that's my brother?! ]
Uh... Sorry, Apple Bloom!
Sweetie was jerked from her reverie as she was pulled through the air, the werepony hungrily licking his lips before giving her face the same treatment.
“Aw, eww, that was in my butt-”
She was rudely interrupted as her legs were violently jerked apart, and hard. She yelped at the stinging pain, but she couldn't be broken by it. Hopefully.
“S-so, I've been thinking...” Sweetie Belle said nervously, not nearly as loudly as she'd have liked, all the while Big Werepony was pulling her body over his throbbing erection like a sleeve. “A-and maybe nothing's been able to seriously hurt us yet, but I'm not sure I wanna t-”
The size, the sheer girth was enough to make her words catch in her throat. His dick was easily the width of a wine bottle, at least, and the intense pain of being spread too far was almost overwhelming.
And that was just the tip.
Sweetie managed a weak gasp, her eyes narrowed to pinpricks as he ever so gradually began to lower her onto himself...
Oh Celestia. Oh Celestia. Oh Celestia, I'm going to die. I am going to die.
The pressure on her anus grew and grew as she was slowly spread wider, too far- Sweetie choked in pain, tears springing to her eyes as the werepony pushed continuously down on her shoulders. She couldn't speak for the concentrated enormity, only shake and quiver as the gigantic werecock was thrust inside...
Before she knew it it felt as if her entire body was full of him, like if he were to push any more he'd break through to the other side. A tiny bit of her was actually afraid of that.
She had the courage to glance down, and discover that he wasn't even halfway in.
You have got to be kidding me.
The heat in Sweetie's belly returned, her legs shaking viciously even though she was held in the air. Her head felt as if it were swimming, and her breathing came in short, ragged gasps.
Slowly, gradually, and with surprising gentleness, the werepony began to move.
Sweetie whimpered softly, the heat filling her belly and spreading rapidly; Big Macintosh's thrusts weren't violent and intense, they were slow, evenly paced, but although he started with shallow movements the grinding of his pulsating dick grew longer and longer, drawing it out a little more each time he plunged deeply into her anus. Sweetie moaned as she fell forward, propping her hooves on his shoulders for support as he drew out slowly, ever so slowly... only slide heatedly back inside, twisting her insides with each sticky pump and making her whimper again.
His hot panting breath filled her nostrils, her space, her head; she was quickly lost in the musk, the strong scent of a stallion, her hips unintentionally winding up and down, the silken fabric rubbing sensitively against her clit as he pulled her closer.
She gnawed her lower lip, masking her desire until she couldn't hold it any more, interspersed moans occasionally interrupted by bestial grunts as he pounded her deeper and deeper, exploring her tight cavern hungrily, needily. Sweetie could feel herself drawing close, could feel invisible hooves caressing her teats and rubbing roughly against the inside of her outfit. She released a whine of want as she tremblingly lowered herself onto his seismic schlong. She felt packed, she felt... full, she felt so... hungry for more, Sweetie moaned aloud as he pulled her lower and lower onto himself. She couldn't refrain from gasping as his entire gigantic, quaking member penetrated her all at once, plunging straight into her very core. Sweetie's shaking hips couldn't be stilled by his grip, her rapidly beating heart only growing faster as he began to move again...
Sweetie could feel the invisible hooves growing more impatient, more needy and explorative as she pleasured herself; she could feel one rubbing her flank, one tenderly prying open her lips, and one of her own was quite busy catching the bottom of her hoof just against her clit, drawing ever so slowly over with every last long, slow, scraping hot thrust...
Without warning, Sweetie climaxed hard, her back arching sharply as her scream of ecstasy echoed over the field and throughout Everfree Forest and undoubtedly disturbing several dwelling creatures. She rubbed her button in circles, gasping for breath as she came in quick spurts right through her costume, sprinkling the werepony with each ecstatic little burst. Sweetie gulped down air, riding wave after wave of joyous pleasure, desperately wishing for this one moment of primal orgasm to last the entire night.
Macintosh's stamina was something to behold; for as long as they had been going, the night was nearly over and the moon had almost set. The werepony seemed to realize this when he glanced up at it, his thrusts suddenly becoming tighter, more sporadic and intense. Sweetie heedlessly tightened on him once again, her next orgasm quickly approaching and she braced herself greedily...
A hot, sticky explosion went off deep inside her, like somepony had poured a cup of hot liquid right inside; then it went right on and poured another, and another... within moments, with every thrust Sweetie felt a little bit fuller than before, and she was moaning and gasping for air from the tightness.
With one final rumbling breath the werepony pulled out at last, a veritable wave of flowing white semen flooding out of her and splattering to the ground.
Sweetie Belle found herself dropped unceremoniously in it as the werepony vanished into the darkness, leaving her breathless, panting, and shaking like a leaf in the wind, but with the biggest satisfied grin of her life.
Walk this off, Scoots.
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