Art of the Match

Chapters

Breathless Battle
Pony Power
The Mighty Mare

Breathless Battle

A one-on-one fight, with the loser being the first to cum. He had to admit this was a strange way to settle a score. He would accept it, though. If that’s what she wanted. It was an even better way to get a shot at keeping this pony as his sex slave. Those were the stakes, after all. If he made her cum for him, he would have her for his very own. He’d jacked off enough times to hot images of the mares, he was looking to getting his hands on one of his very own, and even better, his cock in her. He wore a tight blue singlet from high school, a bit too small now, that pressed his cock up against his body, but he knew had enough room for his shaft to grow. Which it was, staring into the purple-maned mare’s seductive eyes. He looked forward to this. Grappling with her you need to be to wrestle a unicorn into submission? They were the weakest on the show, . Grinding her up in his arms, twisting her forelegs, pulling her hair. He’d have those pretty blue eyes tearing up in no time, once he got his hands on her. He wasn’t overly strong, but how strong would he need to be? After all, and she was the weakest and most useless of the lot.

He stepped out of the corner of the wrestling ring, watching his opponent. She was, wonderfully, nude. It was par for the course for equines, of course, but that didn’t make it any less hot to think that he had the most gorgeous creature in Equestria nude, and ready to press herself body to body with him... Until he, inevitably broke her body down and made her his. Standing in the center of the ring, he looked down into her round, blue eyes with a cruel, confident smile. “You ready to lose?”

She smiled back at him, “Oh, I’m ready for anything. But I do hope for both our sakes that I win our little contest.” She eyed the bulge of his too-tight singlet, “It would of course be undignified for me to lose to such a useless creature as yourself, but it would be even more humiliating for you if, by some fluke, you were able to bring me to an orgasm.” Her eyes met his, her smile brimming with confidence, “That cock of yours couldn’t survive me for more than a few minutes even once, much less have me as your personal slave.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but she kept going. “It’s embarrassing enough for you to want to fuck something out of your own species. I at least have the excuse that I just enjoy teaching impudent wastes of genetic material their place, but your browser history was full of pictures of me in various states of undress. At any rate, if you, pitiful failure of a man that you are, were to be defeated, you would be learning your place. As a submissive, cumming yourself into exhaustion in your Mistress, being broken by her body time after time, that is only proper. If you ended up defeating me, by some hell-sent miracle, then you would have to be the master of a creature so far beyond you in sexual talent that even being in the same room must be embarrassing. I try to hold back with lovers I care about, but with a man as weak and useless as you? I couldn’t possibly hold back enough to give you a dominant experience. Even if I were asleep you couldn’t handle me. If I were to hold perfectly still, my pussy would still embarrass you. Even if you were to dose me with muscle relaxants, so I was too weak to lift my hoof, and allow you to use me as some sort of sex doll, just my natural heat and the tightness of my pussy or ass would devour and destroy your manhood. I always do my best to please, but I have never met a creature as weak as you. I once walked past a schoolcolt, flashed him, and he came on the street, and that little boy was still more worthy of my attention than you are. You would order me to give you a blowjob, and on the off-chance you preserved your stamina long enough to slip your cock past my lips, a surely Herculean feat for a so-called man like you, it would be a challenge beyond even my considerable skill to allow you to feel like a man after that. I could TRY to give you a long, wet, hot blowjob with a satisfying and dominant orgasm into your broken bitch, but the mere heat of my mouth on your cock would send you spiraling into an orgasm so hard, hot, and overwhelming that you’ll pass out before you stop cumming. You have so little stamina, you’d start a second orgasm before even the first was over, and if I just brushed my tongue over your shaft it’d bring tears to your eyes. I’m an erotically talented mare, make no mistake. I’ve brought pleasure beyond your comprehension to the hottest men in Equestria. I started my shop with money I got from a brief stint as a courtesan, and it broke half of Canterlot’s heart to know that I would no longer be able to service them. As a dominant, I have torn down the strongest men, and as a submissive, I have given a gently, loving induction to stallionhood to colts who used to cream their pants watching cheerleader practice. Do you know what a night with a true sexual queen can do to a man? Do you know what happens to him when he sees what he once thought was true power torn down? Have you seen the tears in their eyes? They cry for their mothers like children. Yet if I choose to be kind, there is no greater or empowering feeling than what I can do. Riding my pussy can make you feel like the strongest stallion ever to live, a blowjob can turn a colt who thinks he has nothing, into a man with the will to change the world. One night with me has turned stallions into pitiful foals and colts into unstoppable studs. I never thought that I would even be able to imagine an unattainable sexual goal, yet I have replayed in my mind all of my erotic tricks, and I can’t think of any way that lying with you could possibly lead to anything but humiliation for yourself. I’d consider the odds of my defeat less than a million to one, but on that teeny, tiny chance that, should we proceed, you do manage to win, possibly because you came so much getting ready for the match your balls are bone-dry at this point, which come to think of it would explain how you can have something like that tight singlet touching your cock without breaking apart, I’m asking you now to simply surrender. Defeat might embarrass you, but your victory would be far worse.” She extended her hoof to him in a ladylike fashion, “Bend down and kiss my hoof, and we’ll consider it a forfeit.”

After her monologue, his cock was aching, pre-cum already turning dying a section of his royal blue singlet navy. His face was flush, mouth watering, and his breathing was loud, slow and heavy. His mouth hung open, and while he tried repeatedly to answer, he couldn’t get a word out. She was still a fairly small creature, but her presence now loomed large in front of him, and he was tempted to grab his cock and bring himself to the match-losing orgasm. He wouldn’t be conquered, though. Sure, she had a few hot words to say, but it was just a trick. An attempt to make him back down. Psychological warfare. If she was resorting to psychological warfare, that must mean that she knew she couldn’t beat him. The words had wound their way into his mind, but he couldn’t let simple erotic thoughts overwhelm him. Still, he was hardly cutting an imposing figure, looking down, mouth half-open and eyes half lidded at the mare after she finished speaking.

She looked back at him, and put her hoof down, giving a small sigh, “Ahh, well. It was worth a try.” She said, “Don’t worry. You don’t have a chance against me anyway.”

“I... I can wrestle.” He managed to answer.

She gave a small laugh, “Of course you can.” She said condescendingly, and then reared up, balancing on her hooves. Still, her face only came near his upper chest. “Well then. Shall we test our strength?” She enticed, “Perhaps you’ll see the error of your ways.

He considered the options. He could just jump her now, bare her to the ground, and rut her into submission. Or work her off with his hands, while he was sure he was far from as weak as she had made him out to be, her words had him very aroused. On the other hand, he wanted to teach her a lesson. She challenged him upfront, and he would take her up on it. He gave a confident smile, and grabbed her hooves, beginning to press down on her, to try to force her backwards. He pushed, and she pushed back, his admittedly small muscles bulging out in an attempt to force her away. Her own stood out on her sleek white coat as she resisted him. He glared in her eyes, she glared back, teeth gritted as the larger man and smaller equine battled each-other, muscle to muscle and strength against strength. His shaft stood out against his singlet, as he fought to overpower her. As hard as he pushed, he couldn’t move her, and sweat began to drip from his brow as he fought her.

It was getting him nowhere, they were too evenly matched. She wasn’t moving him, but he wasn’t getting anything out of her, either. He wasn’t an overly strong human, that was understandable, at least. He might have slightly underestimated his strength. Still, he had a height advantage. He stepped back, just one foot, trying to brace so he could push more power into his assault on her body, his tan muscles, hers snow-white, evenly matched. The only movement as he pushed on her had been his, backwards, to get more leverage for this. He pushed with his whole body, bringing his back leg into the fight, as he tried to bring her to her knees.

“I will...” He panted out, through gritted teeth, sweat making his skin glisten as he tried to break her resistance, “Crush you...”

“Perhaps...” She answered, her voice far clearer, not wavering like his, “But you have to give me.. My turn soon...”

He wasn’t sure what she meant by that, “Turn...?” He asked.

“Yes...” She said, “You’ve shown me your strength... Soon... I’ll show you mine...” She looked up in his eyes, smiling wickedly, “In ten... Nine... Eight...”

His confusion had made him lessen his assault, but her countdown brought it back with vengeance, as he threw all he had against the mare, trying to add his entire body weight to his muscle power, and yet all his attempts, his trembling muscles, were nothing in the face of the mare who stood still as a statue, confidently smiling and counting down.

“Seven... Six... Five... Four...”

The sweat on his arms, his chest, his face shone, yet while her coat was sleek, it wasn’t wet. She had been fighting back, but nearly as hard as he had, and her sleek muscles glistened as she flexed, but didn’t bulge the way his were, or at least were trying to. He had mistaken her mere resistance as an attack, and it had been hard not to be forced back by it. Yet all she had been doing was standing still, and all the strength he had was as yet unable to get even a centimeter’s movement from the mare, as she counted down, each word resounded in his ears as a warning of his doom.

“Three... Two... One...” Her smile now would have been kind, had it not been a warning of his upcoming defeat in this battle of strength. “Prepare for your own destruction.”

With that, she daintily slipped one hoof behind her, and began to press forward. His muscles, already shaking, began to twitch as she pushed him. Now her gorgeous muscles bulged, and she began her own assault. The twitches of his muscles grew greater, spasming as she simply powered through him. Despite his best efforts to stand, he took one step back, then another, as his muscles buckled against her superior strength. His arms ached from trying to stay extended, but he could hardly set his feet before finding himself forced backwards. He had gone from trying to push a mountain to trying to stop a freight train, he could no more stop her from pushing him than he could stop the sun from rising. What little strength he had failed him in the face of her rippling muscles. She barely looked like she was expending effort, even tossing her head and laughing as she forced him back. She was pristine, while his eyes were stinging from the sweat falling into them, almost blinding him.

“Don’t feel bad,” she told him, chatting idly as she casually destroyed him, “I’ve broken the spirits of better men than you.” She laughed at that, and a light push sent him back again, fighting her with his whole body, “Mind you, it usually took my cunt to do that. You’re not the first man I’ve seen shake, but certainly the first one I ever saw look so weak without my so much as breathing on his cock. My pussy made Soarin’ Wonderbolt scream so hard the force of it knocked his cloud house down, but at least he got in me before my sexuality tore his spirit asunder. To put your cock in me is to forfeit yourself to my whims, and while I did choke out Twilight’s brother at the Equestria Games, and wrest a submission from Saddle Arabia’s greatest grappler, Masarie, they both required my utmost focus and my hooves grinding their bulging singlets to distract them. I broke them down by exploiting every male’s innate weakness. You, on the other hand, look worse than any of them, and I’m barely putting effort into your destruction.” She kissed his cheek, “You do know you’re supposed to fight back, right?”

His back hit the padded turnbuckle, and his cock rested against her upright stomach, She stood flush to him, pressing close, sandwiching his cock between his stomach and hers, giving a small grind that extracted a loud groan from him, as the pleasure made his stiff shaft twitch, fit to burst its seed already. She pressed closer, forcing his hands up over her shoulder, and a quick grind of her stomach to him made him shudder. His eyes closed as he tried to battle down the pleasure that simple act gave him.

She seemed to be considering something, then stepped back, letting him rest in the corner, coated in his own sweat and pre-cum. He hung his head, unable to meet her eyes at first, and gripped the bulge of his cock, trying to press it down and regain control, but the mere contact almost made him cum himself, and his hand fell to his side.

“I think I’ve proved my point. The match has begun,” she said, her voice sweet, “It can’t end until you cum. But I’m willing to be merciful..” He looked up, to see her sweet smile. “If you just grab that cock of yours, stroke yourself off... I won’t interfere.” Her tongue slipped past her lovely lips as she teased him, “You can look in my eyes, make yourself cum for me... Admit my superiority, and I’ll even let you sleep in a nice soft bed after I conquer you. You’ll only need to pleasure me once a day, for as much ‘pleasure’ as you can bring to someone like me... You can cum yourself on occasion in my pussy, and we’ll call that it.”

As she spoke, he felt his hand almost unconsciously drifting towards his cock, gripping it as she tempted him to simply submit. It was a convincing argument. She had utterly overpowered him, all his strength had been her plaything. He was sure he wouldn’t last anyway.

“If you refuse...” She continued, “I’ll make you clean out my cunt every time a man loses his load there. You’ll be chained to the wall of my room when I entertain true stallions, unable to touch yourself as you watch me unman them, or glorify them with my body. Those days I’ll tease you up to near an orgasm, and then force you to watch them feel true pleasure." His hand slipped into his singlet, rubbing his shaft. “You’ll have to lick my cunt at the dinner table, at the breakfast table. The only time you’ll ever feel me pleasure you is if you can go 48 hours without orgasm, but you know just kissing my pussy will break you. Perhaps some days I may let you get a second chance for freedom once my stallions are done, but that will only happen if you can survive my sister’s attention while you watch. Sweetie’s 18 now, and already she has men lining up for her. She’ll sit on your lap and clench your cock with her inner muscles while I play, and you’ll cum away your chance at freedom. Do you think you could survive a tight pussy if it meant a chance to be a man once more?” She laughed, “Oh, of course you do, but only because you’re still too stupid to realize how weak you are. The only woman you’ll be in is my sister, and she’ll tear you apart while you plead for a chance at me. You’d only have to survive ten seconds in me when she was done with you, and I don’t consider a man to have cum until the flow from his cock stops. Yet you’ll never accomplish such a pitiful goal because you’d be losing your load for her pussy, and make no mistake, those inner muscles are the only ones she’d move. She’s still an amateur, but a rank amateur is still too much for you. A fleshlight would be too much for you. Do you submit?”

He could only moan, gripping his cock with one hand... But no... He... He couldn’t. She was hot, but he had to prove that he was a man. He looked up at her, and responded, aiming for defiant but only sounding pitiful as he moaned out “Nooooooooooooooo...”

He withdrew his hand from his singlet, and leaped at her, both arms out, trying to tackle her to the ground. Sure, she’d nearly broken him, but nearly wasn’t enough. He leaped at her like a lion attacking its prey. Unfortunately, there was a reason lions picked off the weakest, and she nimbly stepped aside from his attack, letting him charge past her, then hooking out one hoof and tripping him down to the ground.

He sprawled on his face on the mat, and before he could even move, she was on him. Her nude pussy pressed against his back, reminding him of the erotic nature of his predicament, as she straddled him, her forelegs quickly wrapping around the man’s neck. He felt the heat of her dripping pussy grinding near his ass, as she hooked one leg under the other below his chin, her muscles cutting into his throat, and pulled his head near her chest. She had him trapped in a cruel sleeper hold, his head against her flat chest, his air cut off by her arms. He reached for her arms to try to pull them away, but could only clutch weakly at the smooth muscles of her arms and gasp for breath, which wouldn’t come. No air would be allowed pass through, the marble gates of her muscles slammed shut the passage. He squirmed wildly beneath her, trying to escape, and as he did so, grinding his cock against his silky singlet. He shuddered, even choking him, the pleasure she gave was almost unbearable, he needed to focus on keeping his cum, but he could barely think, not able to get the necessary oxygen to his brain, to stop the world from going dark. His throat vibrated as he tried to instinctively groan at the pleasure, but not a sound was allowed out. She laughed, and began pumping her hips against his, driving his cock into the ground.

The mat was smooth, the pre-soaked silk of his singlet made her dry-humping him far from dry, as did the dripping feminine juices rolling down his back. She was stronger than him, hotter than him, and now was close to dominating an orgasm out of him without even touching his cock. The heat of his own pre, the firmness of the mat, the silk of his singlet combined to make every thrust feel like pressing balls deep into a dripping pussy, even hotter than her stomach on his singlet had been. There was still more to her hold than sex, though, as trained muscles compressed his throat, effectively strangling him like a boa constrictor. The darkness was encroaching on him, his tongue lolling out, adding saliva to the pre-cum and sweat already falling from his body. If the choking didn’t get him, the dehydration might. The darkness wasn’t that much more blinding than the stinging sweat in his eyes. Her body on his back had him immobile, his cock rutted into the ground, his breath trapped in his body, face turning purple, eyes welling with tears, cock twitching with every pump of her hips on his back.

She slid backwards, her pussy now resting on the curve of his underdeveloped ass, and in doing so pulled him up higher. His throat was still constricted, but this new development curved his back backwards, sending pain sparking through his entire body, in addition to the agonizing pleasure in his shaft. No longer did she roughly hump him, now, he was forced to contend only with the dripping pre-cum pooling in his singlet, and on the mat, and the way her entire weight pressed him into the floor. Tears began to fall from his eyes heavily now as she drove in the hopelessness of his situation. He could feel the contours of her sopping pussy lips driving his ass into the mat, feel every inch of the skilled fuckhole he might not get a chance at . His cock marinated in its own juices, trapped in a bizarre simulation of the sort of tight vaginal passage that men dreamed of chancing themselves against. His face was purple, choked up, tears streaming as he helplessly drooled, and his enhanced senses in this horrid situation meant he felt every agonizing inch of her arms on his neck, how her veins stood out and crushed his in.

She shook her hips back and forth, like she was screwing herself down onto him. His back bent into a C, his tears burned his face, and his hand fell away from his neck. The threat of what she might do to him, what he might be after his orgasm, was the only thing that stopped him from reaching into his singlet and trying to force himself off. That, and the profound weakness in his body as she twisted and cranked on his neck. The pressure of the blood in his deoxygenated head made him feel liable to explode, his cheeks puffing out, tears burning, cock squirting pre in a nonstop flow. The darkness had encroached almost entirely, his balls bucked as his orgasm neared. He didn’t know which he feared more, passing out in her cruel arms... Or cumming and admitting his submission, condemning himself to a life as her sexual slave. One of those would happen soon. She twisted, arched, squeezed, and wrenched his neck. He could feel it.

The darkness was encroaching. He was going to pass out. To lose consciousness. To lose power.

To lose his freedom. He was so close. So close to an orgasm. He wasn’t going to pass out first. His balls bounced. He was going to cum. He was going to cum. He was going t-

And the darkness overtook him.

Author's Note

Was working on another commission, and hit a minor block. Figured I'd write one closer to my usual to get the words back. And hey, it worked. Don't worry, if you're waiting on me, I've not forgot about you. Commission for someone who is certainly not anything at all like the protagonist of this, nope.

Pony Power

He staggered up to his feet. He still had to fight her... Damn. He’d been so confident of his ability to outwrestle her, but their lockup had quickly ended up with him broken down. But worse than that, that she wouldn’t even give him the mercy of letting him withdraw from the fight after he came...

He raised his hands in a fighting stance. She tossed her head and laughed in response. He narrowed his eyes in frustration. He wasn’t the one insisting on continuing a fight after he’d seemed to lose.

“Do you truly still think you can defeat me?”

It was a loaded question. He wasn’t sure of the answer anymore, not after the utter domination he’d felt in the first part of their fight. He’d expected her to be a pushover. Instead, she had utterly dominated him, and the fight had only technically continued because she had knocked him unconscious seconds before he came.

Perhaps it was just overconfidence that had been his undoing. He hadn’t taken her seriously as an opponent, and that had led to his humiliation in their battle. Now he knew she could fight him. Now he would do better. His teeth clenched tight, he nodded an affirmative answer.

“Pardon?” She asked, her sing-song voice dancing through the air.

“I think I can beat you.”

She licked her lips, showing off her long, muscular tongue. His cock stiffened and bucked at the lewd act as ropes of saliva dripped from her mouth. The thought of his cock between her lips filled him with both excitement and dread. He would be trapped in that wet cavern of pleasure, his mouth at the mercy of that soaked tongue. His balls pulled up a bit in the pure anticipation of it and he let out a low moan. It was one that he would have liked to keep secret, but her sensitive ears picked it up.

“Oh, you like this mouth, do you?” She asked, teasingly, “Do you like to think of the many men that have submitted to it? The men who have released their cream down my throat when their cocks realized that they were trying to fight an impossible battle? That my tongue was so much more powerful than their cock and balls, than their entire bodies, that it would be better to just cum now than try to fight back? I am more than your sexual superior, I am the divine empress of cocks, and I will force yours to worship at my altar and squirt out sacrificial offering.”

He shuddered at the thought as she tossed her head and smiled warmly at him. The heat of the eroticism radiating from her body would have warmed him on a cold day, and brought his shaft to attention and dripping pre-cum even in the middle of a frozen lake. Her snow white form seemed to be begging to be filled with his cock. She still seemed pliant and feminine, and yet he was the one gasping and dripping sweat, while she had only enough on her body that she seemed to glisten in every light... More like a woman stepping out of a pool or covered in oil than a tired and worn opponent in a wrestling match.

“Come on, then.” She stepped forward, her curled tail dragging behind her. Her blue eyes still burned into him with every step, the heat of her eroticism almost sending him staggering backwards. Her eyes drilled into the soul to the exhausted human, coated with the sweat and cum that was a product of his previous failed attempt to grapple her into submission, “I don’t bite, you know. Not unless you you want me to, which I don’t think you do...” She laughed, “I do suck, of course, which for a pitiful man like you should be the much more frightening possibility... That lips that have drained the cocks of Equestria’s proudest stallions might find themselves around your shaft.”

“Not that there’s any safe way for a man like you to try to wrestle a woman like me...” She laughs, “Well, creature like you... Man might be too generous a term for someone so physically and sexually unimpressive. You couldn’t take me, no matter how I let you try. In fact, why don’t I prove it...” She smiled, and tossed her head, exposing her neck... Like a woman in a cheap romance novel exposing her throat to the fangs of a vampire.

“I’ll let you attack me any way you like,” She told him, “I’m not going to stop you. Just so we both know you won’t have an excuse for your defeat to my body... I’ve already shown that I can overwhelm you in a fair fight... I might as well show you I can overwhelm you in an unfair one as well.” She laughed, and looked up at him, beckoning him forward with a toss of her head, “When you’re ready.”

He approached her warily. He didn’t want to admit to his concern grappling this powerful woman, but she had shown him that he had good cause to be afraid. She had easily physically overpowered him when he locked up to her, then thrown him to the ground when he tried to jump her. Just her words had the effect of an attack on his body, the way she spoke so dismissively of his chances of defeating her. She was a powerful woman. Still, maneuverability was important to wrestling, as much as strength. If he could get on her in a way that stopped her from being able to do the same to him, he was confident that he could manage a victory over her. Rather than attacking head-on, he decided to slip behind her. Her maneuverability was limited by her biology, and he was fairly certain he had a much better chance of victory attacking from the back, than the front.

Of course,that mental calculation hadn't accounted for the overpowering sight - and scent - of her soaking wet pussy. It opened and closed seemingly of its own accord, pulsing with power and sexuality, drooling out feminine juices like the hungry mouth of a cave creature ready to consume cock. Above it was the round curve of her ass, and the tight 'donut' that signaled the entryway to another muscled, powerful package. Even if her ass seemed the safer bet, it was only because its power was hidden away, while anyone looking at her pussy could see just how dangerous of a place it could be. The juices falling from its lips attested to her arousal, while the brief glimpses of powerful pink muscles warned of the force it could bring to bare.

"Are you going to attack me, or just stare?" She asked, her voice somewhere between impatient and sarcastic. "I wouldn't be too surprised if it's the latter, of course. It's only right to be in awe in the presence of your goddess..." Her pussy muscles opened up just a bit, letting more juices of arousal drip down the curve of her thigh and onto the mat, letting him know exactly what 'goddess' she was talking about.

"I can't see that well behind me, you're not cumming in your pants, are you?" She mocked. He wasn't, not yet, at least... Though seeing her pussy bare like this did challenge his stamina just a bit. He had to wonder how he - Or anyone - Would be able to actually conquer that powerful of a pussy, and not simply be consumed by cunt muscles.

"You wouldn't be the first person to cum himself at the first glance of what true sexual power looks like. You are, as they say, only human, and from my limited experiences, a human is little more than prey to be for the muscles in an equine vagina. Or maybe it's just the ones in MINE... Of course, all men are little more than prey to be as far as my sex is concerned, so maybe the problem isn't that you're all prey, it's simply that I'm the alpha predator." She laughed at her comment.

"Of course," she added, "While every man I've fought has been defeated, and many have cum themselves when they saw exactly what fighting me would mean doing battle with... You would be the first person to actually sign himself into slavery just seeing my pussy. I'd be proud, but I know it's just a product of your weakness. Still..." She laughed, "If you haven't wasted your load in your clothes AGAIN, you should probably get to work 'fighting' me." She successfully enunciated the sarcastic air quotes.

He tried to shake off the enticing thoughts that rose from her taunting. He had to focus on the match, and what he knew about how to defeat her. One thing he knew, at the very least, was that fighting her would mean weakening her body before he went to weakening that hungry maw that beckoned for his cock and cum. That assault would come later, for now, he needed to make sure his attack was one that wouldn't allow him to get grasped by her front legs, OR force any sort of contact with the wicked beast that stood ready to consume his cock.

He approached, trying to put out of his mind, at least for a time, the overwhelming scent that her body tempted him with. With every step he took closer to her, it became harder to think of the match, and not get carried away by the thoughts of grinding and pounding that powerful pussy, until he was forced to pay tribute to its power with torrents of cum. Shortly after he stepped past her luscious fuckpit, the source of her overwhelming musk, he kneeled beside her, and wrapped his arms around the neck that she so helpfully bared for him. The position resembled something that might be associated with a small child hugging a large dog, more than anything involving wrestling. In a way, that was almost fitting. The way she spoke to him certainly made him feel a lot more like a child (and, soon, a pet as well, if he wasn't careful) than it did like a worthy opponent in a contest of bodies and sex.

He was her opponent, at least for a while longer, though, so he didn't simply drape his arms around her. Instead, he hooked his elbow under her chin and around her throat, and yanked up, pressing her head to his chest, compressing her curly mane against his body. He was not the most powerfully built man in the world, but she would still be able to feel his pecs and his biceps as he yanked at her throat, compressing it under his arms and successfully cutting off her air. Everyone needed to breathe - Even if the oxygen they gained was tainted with the aphrodisiac scent of a hungry, juice-dripping pony-pussy - and if he could make her gasp and struggle enough, she would be too beaten down to fight back when the time came to take her. Even that monster between her legs couldn't operate if she didn't have the oxygen to operate its cock-crushing muscles.

To increase the power of his hold on her body, he arched his whole body backwards, with her head still pressed to his chest. As powerful as she was, he undeniably had the leverage working in his favor for now, which meant she was forced to sit down, mercifully pressing her juicy pussy flat to the mat when she did so. While the juices that enticed him weren't going anywhere, at least now there was something - even something as simple as the canvas - stopping him from feeling the full force of her musk, and letting him focus on the task at hand, cutting off enough of her air to allow him to go on the sexual offensive.

Her long purple hair rubbed against his chest as he squeezed on her slender throat. His arms, not powerful but strong enough under the circumstances pulled her up against his chest, his flushed cheeks pressed up to hers as he tried to work her harder in the hold she had allowed him to lock in on her. He was determined to ensure that letting him get his arms around her neck in a classic sleeper-hold position would be the last mistake she would make in this match. He had to pull this off, and ensure the beautiful equine’s confidence in her own strength would be her undoing, and the start of her enslavement.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he pulled her tighter to him. His biceps cut into her soft throat, compressing her neck with all the force he could muster against her. The crook of his elbow pressed in on the vulnerable center of her throat, letting him feel every second of her struggle. He could feel her airway trying to expand, trying to swallow away the obstruction, but of course the obstruction was the inside of his elbow compressing her larynx back into her throat, his hand clutching his forearm for extra leverage to literally take this sex goddess’s breath away with his arms the wayhis cock never could. His hold was locked in tight on her throat, his arms around her neck as crushingly tightly as her own had been around his before, when her hips slammed into his ass.

For the first time in this entire fight, he felt like he was in control of her, and like he might actually have a chance of beating the beautiful equestrian. He still knew the task would be far from easy. The smell of her arousal remained almost overpowering, even as he tried to yank harder and force her neck backwards. He knew couldn’t let her get even a single good breath, because doing so would allow her to regain the strength that she had brought to bare against his body in the first round. The first chapter of their contest had been an utter one-sided beating. He’d suffered through it not as an opponent, but a victim, and now, he hoped, it would be his turn to victimize her. He could feel his strength rising even as hers fled her body. He could actually win this. He would. He would conquer her. He would get his revenge for what she did to him, and he would just have to try not to think about the overpowering force or crushing hold she had subjected him to, or his complete inability to get her to move an inch when they locked up in a test of strength, or her boasts of her power over every man she lay with.

“Looks like... I finally got you.” He panted heavily, struggling to get the words out to taunt her with. She had hardly touched him since he passed out in her arms, and yet he was still exhausted simply from the struggle of not blowing his load from the way her pussy muscles threatened him. Staring into that intimidating maw was like staring into the open dripping jaws of a monster which you knew was preparing to eat you alive. He yanked harder still on her neck, to bend it backwards. She was sitting like a dog as he tried to strangle her in his bulging arms, light coughs and gags coming from her mouth, while he crouched beside her and made her arch backwards against his body, wrenching on her delicate, slender neck with his arms.

Even as he felt confident for the first time in his ability to handle her in their battle, she still showed little sign of weakness. She gagged and grunted, but there was no fear in her eyes, no signs of submission or concerns that the human could actually defeat her in their erotic contest. Her body seemed to be weakening, but she still exuded power from every inch of her magnificent form, serene and confident rather than scared of what her boasts implied was the first man to exert his power over her without her simply accepting it.

Rather than struggle wildly, she shifted her hips, first back and to the side, and then with all the admittedly limited force she could muster, right into his own hip bones. Every one of these hip checks was accompanied by a flick of her tail, like she was spanking him with a switch... Or trying to flick a fly away. He didn’t know which she saw him as, submissive or annoyance, but more than that he wanted to know was why she still didn’t see him as a threat. He couldn’t comprehend what her gameplan could be with her firm and frustrating but hardly destructive hip checks, but he was sure that they had little hope of dislodging him from his literal stranglehold on her and, he assumed, their match.

He laughed slightly as she continued to bump into him. It wasn‘t comfortable by any stretch of the definition but neither was it particularly threatening, more an annoyance than an attack or even a defense against his assault. Was this some kind of submission? He doubted she would so easily accept his power, her body still spoke of dominance even as it smacked into his side, but he couldn’t think of anything else that her pumping of her hips into his body could signify.

“I don’t think... Oof... you’re going to be able to get away like that...” He teased her as she continued to slam her hips into his side. Her strategy, seemingly so unlikely to dislodge him, had him mystified, but he couldn’t afford to look a gift horse in the mouth (Or any other part, considering how staring at this particular equine’s vagina had nearly made him blow his load right into his singlet from the pure intimidation.)

“You might as well... Ahhh... Stop... You’re all mine now...” He teased her a second time, but still, his taunting could not stop her body’s firm smacks against his side. They may not have been hard enough to truly count as a hit, but over time a trickling stream can eventually erode a great canyon, and her hard hips pumping against his body was beginning to erode his confidence, or at least his comfort. He could feel a bruise forming on his side from the way she smacked her body against him. It certainly wouldn’t be easy to savor his victory with his side in agony from her hips smashing him. As she slipped to the side to prepare her attack, he jolted his own hips back, letting her slip under him on the next shot. It actually gave him a better angle to crank her neck back.

Unfortunately, his escape of her smacks to his body also pressed his cock up against her soft, plump ass, his bulge resting between those firm and powerful ass cheeks. Her new position forced him to feel the contours of her soft body, letting him feel its heat as she rubbed up on him. He squeezed tighter on her, beginning to glide his cock along her ass as he choked her. It felt so good to be in control... So good to dominate a woman like this, a woman who had taken him so hard. He felt her hips slide up over the bulge of his singlet, and kept squeezing tight... He felt her pussy lips kiss the very edge of his bulge, the heat warming his thick shaft. He was practically inside her pussy now... The heat of it was flowing through his body. He couldn’t hold back a groan just from feeling the underside of his bulge pushed up close to the center of her feminine power.

“I... Think...” She grunted out with as much breath as she could manage, even as she continued rubbing her body against his bulge “You.... Forgot... What type of fight... You’re in...” Before he could figure out what she meant by that, she rapidly pumped her hips up from beneath him, knocking him momentarily off the ground, and back to the mat behind her, arms still around her neck, but body against her dripping pussy. After the switch in position, those strong hips been raised just enough to get her pussy to rub onto his cock. Now, she was fully standing, and he was lifted from the ground momentarily by her hips. He let out a shocked groan and she acted quickly, almost galloping him backwards until his hips crashed into the barely padded post at the corner of the ring, and milliseconds later her hips crashed into his, mashing him to the corner, stuck over her beautiful back.

The jolt of his ass hitting the turnbuckle pads drove the bulge in his singlet deeper into the pussy of his foe. The sudden burst of pleasure of having his sensitive shaft surrounded by such a magnificent and dominant hole, combined with the shock of having his ass slammed up against the hard ring post, jolted his hands away from her neck, leaving them hanging limply at her sides as she trapped him on her back, his defenseless cock mashed to her merciless pussy, barely protected from her cruel cunt’s full force by the feeble fabric that stood between his cock and certain sexual destruction. She had him stuck on her back, the heat of her body warming him, nearly burning him, as she pushed back more to swallow up as much of him as she could take with her dripping maw. She looked over her shoulder, her beautiful blue eyes staring into him, warning him that his utter sexual decimation was about to begin, and there was nothing he could do to stop the monster that lay between her legs from devouring his pride.

“You poor dear,” she said, the musical tone of her voice taunting him as he lay flat across her back, “My pussy has you in her grasp now, and she’s never going to let you go.” She chuckled to herself as she swayed her hips and smeared her juices against his. His cock bucked slightly, adding a bit of pre-cum to the sloppy mess that was her magnificent pony cunny... He groaned as she jostled his bulge back and forth with slight shakes and twists of her hips, his bulge trapped in her pussy and aching to be allowed to escape. She’d spent a fair amount of time boasting of the power of her pussy, and yet all her claims of skill and dominance were nothing compared to the sensation of being inside her. His thin singlet was no shield. With the way she drove her sloppy hole against him, he could be wearing a hazmat suit and she’d still be making him want to blow his load inside her.

“She doesn’t let men go when she gets them... I try to keep her under control, but she really does hate cocks.... She hates men. She lives to destroy them, and you, poor boy, have fed her the source of your male weakness. You’re going to be a whimpering wreck by the time she lets you out... If she lets you out.” The seductress added, twisting slightly, rolling back against him, subjecting him and his cock to the pure sensation of power that was the dripping, drooling muscular hole... He was an innocent wanderer trapped in the lair of a monster. He could already feel that those crunching muscles had no intention of showing him an ounce of mercy. She was about to slaughter him, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

He pressed his hands against the small of her back, and pushed. It was the only thing he could do, as little hope as there was of it working. He tried to brace his back against the pads, to get more leverage to force her away from him, but it was like pushing a rock. Yet again she was proving herself his superior, his body was unable to move her even an inch. His muscles bulged and flexed against the pure force of her body, but there was no hope. No chance to save himself from his coming (Or, perhaps, cumming) fate. He groaned weakly, her juices felt like they were coming close to burning a hole in his singlet. She gave another grind and push back, bruising his hips and keeping him trapped to the wall, and gave a low, erotic groan that almost made him stain his singlet with his cream. Then, with a low laugh and roll of her hips, her pussy clenched tighter than it had before. What she said next simultaneously left him horribly aroused, and just plain terrified.

“Alright, show’s over, little boy...” The superior equine murmured softly, “It’s been fun playing with you, but it’s time you learnt your place. Feed your new goddess her meal.”

With that, a whole new level of clenching and churning at his manhood began, and the young male helplessly clutched onto body. His arms wrapped around her chest... Clutched in under the midsection and squeezing desperately as her cruel pussy churned on his shaft... He couldn’t help groaning, he couldn’t help gasping. There was pure strength pulling at his cock, pure power. And it began to drag his bulge deeper into her body, until his shaft was fully enveloped and he could feel the swell of her ass pressing against his balls. His eyes lost their focus as he began to fight against the growing pressure, the growing pleasure in his cock and balls, while her pussy simply pushed in to consume his cock.

And then, more than that, worse than that. She pushed backwards again, with her wide-spread lips pushing her broad pussy to his balls. Like a thing from a monster movie, a snake swallowing prey or a monstrous beast, mouth opened wide, consuming innocent life, she opened her lips... And swallowed his balls. She had taken him to the root. And if he thought he’d known the pleasure she could bring then... He was now exposed to deep, primal horror as even his balls were subjected to the sadistic whims of Rarity’s sloppy, muscular hole.

The forceful grinding texture of power and flesh and that lined her maneating marehood battered the innocent prey that was his cock, and her latest toy. The pressure was almost horrific, the crunch, the chew, the grind, the squeeze. It was inhuman, but then, of course it was. She wasn’t human, either. She was an equine. Her pussy was nothing like that of a mere human woman’s cunt. This was a slaughter. His shaft was utterly helpless in the face of her assault. But then... Why wouldn’t it be?

It was, after all, merely a human shaft. It was designed for human cunts. It was designed to fuck human women, with pert, tight pussies... Thin lips and broad hips. Its very purpose was the propagation of humanity. It was designed with thin, sensitive skin, so it could pick up on every little twist and curve of the women it was meant to plunder. To push. To dominate. A man’s cock is a machine of power, always standing ready to push into any woman’s pussy, blunder it, and fill it with its essence. Its sensitivity was designed to learn the contours of a woman’s cunt and better exploit them. That’s what it was made for. Millions of years of evolution had prepared it for victorious battles in human pussies. Its instincts honed for human dominance. The pinnacle of biological perfection, eternally prepared for those thin, tight, subtle human cunts. It was instinctively prepared for those.

Nothing could have prepared it for this.

This was no human cunt. This was a mare’s pussy. This wasn’t subtle and sensitive, this was brute power. It was a protean monster from ancient nightmares. It was the same sort of beast that plagued men’s nightmares, that horror films could be made of. The instinctive fear of the sex organs that played so heavily into human’s subconscious was not one of tight human holes. No, it was a fear of a pussy like this one, like the soaked maneater he found himself trapped inside. It was the primal fear of a monster which one could never escape... And which he now found himself balls deep in... No, more than balls deep. This primal beast was assaulting his entire package, and he had nowhere to run... Nothing to do. His perfectly designed human cock was more than powerless inside of her. Humans had long been in awe of equine cocks. “Hung like a horse” was a compliment. A horsecock was an overly long and powerful shaft, one which was simultaneously lusted after and feared. Even the Bible spoke of a woman whose depravity led to lovers whose emissions were “like those of donkeys.” The manhood of stallions was a proverbial byword for virility, for cocks that exceeded human power. And now, his own pitiful human shaft was trapped in her pussy... The virility of stallions was epic in scale... And the clenching fuckpit he now found himself in was the mythic foe of that paragon of manhood. Those equine cocks were famous in human culture for their power... And he had blundered into the grasp of the mortal enemy of the greatest image of manhood humanity could imagine. In the minds of humanity, stallions were sexual gods... And in the war of the sexes... This was the weapon which reduced those virile gods to rubble. The dangerous cave those cocks wandered into and met their graves... Casually milked and tossed aside as limp and broken victims. Pumped dry of virility, and abandoned, a victim of nature’s cruelest weapon.

That’s what it was, after all, wasn’t it? A weapon? A tool of conquest? An instrument of domination? An equine pussy was all that and more. It was the graveyard of manhood, that humiliated the cocks it buried by even giving out more juices, even as it bullied and battered them, beat them up, and stole their cum. It took power, and left them powerless. The battle of the sexes was eternal, but a mare’s pussy was the nuclear option. It was the only thing superior to stallion cocks. It was the only thing that could end their reign of dominance.

Just as his cock had evolved over millions of years to fight subtle, tight pussies, her cunt had evolved to bring the most thick-skinned, dominant things in the universe to ruin. The purpose of a pussy was to steal cum, the power that men tried to hide from it, and in that arms race, the mare pussy had evolved to squeeze the resistance out of the greatest warriors the male sex could offer. Equine cocks were sexual perfection, but they were nothing in the face of a pussy like this one. It had been built too deep and too long, lined with muscles strong enough to batter the thickest of cocks and drain the largest of balls of their contents. One only had to observe the battles that that played out every day in nature to see the natural efficiency with which mare pussies decimated their challengers. One only had to watch a powerful stallion enter strong, and spend mere minutes rutting these monsters before being forced to surrender his cum. The pleasure over, the cream dripping down, as he walked shamefully away, and the mare stood confident... Knowing that if she bore a daughter, she would grow up a conqueror, and a son, he would be another victim of the power of pony pussy... A source of tribute for her kind, to be sacrificed to better her sexuality. Human women still fought this war, but in the realm of the equines, it was long over... And the result was total masculine capitulation to these horrific holes of muscle.

And it was one of those conquerors of gods he was caught in now, and not only that, it was the queen of them. It was a pussy honed on the strongest of the strong, the horsecocks that still occasionally got victories, this was the cunt that put delusions of grandeur out of their minds. This was the cunt that milked dry the most resilient of balls. It was merciless...

He could feel its force press against his comparatively small shaft. He could feel his balls tossed in the stormy sea of pussy-power. Juices splashed against his hips as the monster he had so foolishly challenged slobbered over its meat. Tears began to well in his eyes as his balls were beaten up and thrown around in her overpowered fuckbox. She had him so close.

She laughed at his weakness. She laughed at his powerless struggles. And once again, she spoke, taunting him with her casual yet erotic tones, talking about his defeat with the same level of passion she might use to talk about the weather. He was to be enslaved, and she was hardly concerned at all. And yet... Yet there was enjoyment in her voice, almost pride in what she was doing. It was casual, it was easy, it was hardly worthy of comment, and yet... Yet it was fun. She was enjoying his humiliation. His freedom was on the line... And she didn’t even give him the honor of sounding like she had to put effort into taking it from him.

“Ohhh, that’s it... That’s it you stupid little human... This is a pussy that has taken down the strongest cocks in Equestria, has left the proudest, strongest people that could be found shaking and crying. I’ve made warriors fresh from the battlefield cry and beg, and then gone out, found the leaders of the enemy, and spent only minutes ruining them until they agreed to whatever treaty we wished if I’d stop sucking their cocks. And you wanted to challenge this? You wanted to challenge her? You wanted to challenge ME? It would be funny if it weren’t tragic, but alas, a tragedy it is. I’d feel sorry for you, but if you run off a cliff, you can hardly be shocked if you fall. You’ve given me a gift-wrapped present here,” She laughed, “A toy that I can use and abuse and discard at will. You’re nothing to me, and yet I can hear it in your moans. I am everything to you. I am your life, your pride your power. I am everything you never knew you had until my pussy and I stole it from you, and I can give you as much or as little back as I please. You’re less useful than a dildo, dildos stay hard and have to be fed. You’re just a diversion. My pussy will be finished with you soon, but... Well, she is so easily distracted, you know. She’s not very mature. She likes diversions like you, likes them until she hates them, likes them until she’s broken them. If it were up to me, I’d just defeat you, but you had to challenge my pussy, and she won’t let you be... You gave her your pride all gift-wrapped when you let your weak cock get anywhere near her mouth. And her favorite part of a gift...” Rarity laughed, and her voice grew low and cruel, “Is unwrapping it.”

With that, the clenching and squeezing grew almost mechanical. It was as powerful as it had been before, left him as powerless as it ever had... But it was pulling with a purpose. Not simply the purpose of conquest and domination, though. Every inch of highly trained, man-eating muscle was being used in one motion, dedicated to one thing, as she ground her hips against him, and turned her pussy into what felt like... Like one singular, eternal conveyor belt, grabbing at the base of his cock and pulling forward. Sliding and pinching along his balls and pressing deeper, stretching out both his shaft and his singlet like a child testing the limits of a doll. An unusually sadistic child, not one who simply played rough. No, there was nothing accidental here. She wanted to stretch him until he broke, and he wasn’t going to stop her. He could only clutch onto her, moan, shake his hips, and pray to pass out before that sadistic pussy got what it wanted: Nothing less than total sexual surrender. She squeezed his cock like a tube of toothpaste, rhythmic and mechanical into her, and then...

And then he heard it. It was faint, muffled by muscular walls and the loud, lewd sloshing of juices against his cock, but the sound was undeniable. It was also the most horrific thing he’d heard in his life. Worse than screams. Worse than weapons clashing. Worse than every demeaning word she’d said to him over the course of the last few hours rolled into one. Horrific, and yet... So quiet. But he knew as he heard it that it rang louder than a death knell.

A rip.

A light, slight, muffled rip in her pussy. But he knew what it was. Somehow, and he could barely comprehend how she had accomplished such a mind-twisting feat, her pussy had gotten his singlet to tear. The flimsy protection that stood between him and the monster from his nightmares pulled away, and it left him helpless. Helpless... And exposed. The sound continued, each horrific millisecond of the ripping handing more bare cock to the demonic cunt that awaited it. She was stripping him. With her pussy. Her cunt was conquering not only his sexuality now, but even that which he used to try to defend it. She wasn’t content to make him cum in his singlet... She was stripping him of it. Humanity’s greatest strength was tool use. It was creation. And the human creation of his clothing was surrendering to the mighty power of her pussy. Without it, nothing stood between him... And the horrific, slobbering hell that had been assaulting him. Only a miracle has protected him this long, but not even divine intervention could stand against her now.

"I almost pity you, little boy..." She laughed, tossing her head, her gorgeous purple mane bouncing lightly, "She's never going to let you go."

With that, she clenched down on his cock, and her hot, dripping walls began to give him a massage of the sort he'd never even imagined experiencing. Sure, like any young man, he'd rubbed himself off a few times... Jerked off to her, even, thinking about having her full lips and thick tongue wrapping around his cock. Or to her hot, muscular pussy pressed on his shaft, and working him over. How different could a body be from his hand? He'd even had toys, He’d even had toys from Bad Dragon and the like, and used them to get off, fantasizing that the hot and thick rubber was in fact the dripping, muscled pussy he found himself in now. He'd really assumed that would at least get him mostly prepared for a sexual experience with her, for having himself deep in that lovely hole. He was wrong.

The way her muscles pulsed in on him, grabbing his bare and unprotected cock... It was overwhelming. And somewhat frightening, as well, as her cunt squeezed in on him and pulsed on his shaft. Her boasts of her power may have seem somewhat overblown, but they were far from inaccurate... He'd never felt that much force. And it just kept going, getting tighter and tighter on his cock. He gritted his teeth, trying to stay strong for a few minutes longer, keep his power and manhood despite the force that he felt surrounding it, the heat that he felt against it, and the overwhelming power that lay deep within her frightening, dripping maw. Her hot juices drooled against his hips, dripping down his thighs, and letting his manhood stew in the boiling pot that was her pussy. It was just a slow, overwhelming increase of pressure from well trained muscles. One that seemed like it would never stop.

His pre-cum beaded at his tip... He stopped just gritting his teeth, and changed to biting his tongue as well, in hopes that that could help him deal with this, but it was no use. She was getting tighter and tighter on him... Forget escaping with his cock, this pussy felt like one that could swallow up his hand and break his wrist... It was too tight, it was too hot, it was too wet, even... A sea of slobbering pussy juices that overwhelmed his shaft and drowned his balls in her power. The tightness was incredible, almost unbearable on its own, and made even worse by rubbing him up against the ripped singlet, and reminding him just where he was, just what this woman was actually capable of.

She was slow about it, too... Slow in a way that just made it that much harder to deal with. The muscles pulsed down, and pulled, pulsed down, and pulled... Grinding away as his singlet's small rip got bigger, bit by bit. Not only was he being destroyed in their battle, but his last defense - His only defense - Against the unnatural might of an equine cunt set loose on a human cock was that he at least had his singlet on, and that meant her superior pussy wouldn't be able to truly bring its might against him. But his cock was already throbbing inside of her, and he felt beading pre-cum against the tip. Her pussy was a horrific, roiling mass of female muscle, and she had already bullied his cock even inside his singlet. Without even that to protect him... Her pussy was terrifying.

He couldn't take this any longer. She had thrown him right up to the edge of orgasm when her god-destroying cunt had started this slow, frightening process. Now, starting from the bottom, his singlet was being pulled off. He was going to cum. He had to stop this. He didn't know how, but the consequences were too great to avoid doing everything he could. He held onto her hips, and pressed forward, pushing his hips flush to hers, in the hopes that lowering the pressure from the stretched clothing was going to let him last inside her. It was a foolish hope, of course... But anyone will take a foolish hope over none, and that's about as much as he had... No hope. No protection. Nothing against this woman. Nothing against her marehood.

The rip continued for a little longer, and then he began to feel it. The heat... Flush to his cock. His balls, to be more precise. Her pussy muscles rubbed up to his balls, ground close to them, and their walls, undiminished by his cock's protector, were battered even harder. They bucked, filling his cock with cum. She was going to have him... And he couldn't stop that. He could only try to survive it. And surviving it... Was going to be an impossibility.

He fell forward, but caught himself on her upper back. He could feel what she was doing, now... He could feel the awesome power. She wasn't just fucking him with her pussy, as overwhelming, awesomely overpowered as it was. No, she was fucking him with her whole body. Even her back muscles ground and played against each-other as she stripped him down, so her pussy could have its meal... So it could eat him alive with its incredible, manhood-destroying power. He had barely caught himself just at the feeling of a bit of it pressed to his cock.... Nearly fallen flat against her back.

"Oh... Are you struggling, little boy~?" She laughed at him as he fought to keep his hands steady, and her pussy continued its inevitable, perpetual drive towards his destruction. His shaft bucked heavily, shooting bits of pre-cum... Filled with cum desperate to escape and fill her. But keeping his cum inside him was the only thing that would protect him...

"Oh, keep struggling... My pussy does so love it when you struggle..." She laughed, and he heard another rip... Felt another few inches of his singlet disappearing into her overwhelming cunny. And more of her pussy pressed to his bare flesh. He gave a loud groan at that... Hips bucking wildly and out of control, and she only laughed at the helpless, struggling human buried inside her. Her pussy was a monster, tormenting him and eating him alive... Another, louder rip as her nonstop suctioning of his cock by the conveyor belt of cunt muscle continued, and he fell flat across her back, eyes screwed up to try to keep from feeding her monster all of his cream... Giving her what she wanted. What she demanded with her body. It was so hard... Almost impossible to stop her from destroying him. Tears flowed down his cheeks as she rolled her pussy on him... His cock shaking out of control, his breath coming fast and hard...

"You know, darling, you should stop fighting it... Sure, your cock will burst, it'll consign you to an eternity as a slave of my pussy... But you must realize, that will happen whatever you do. You can feel the pressure building in your cock even now... You must let it release. Let it burst... No man has ever survived what I'm doing to you. Your balls are being swallowed by the most powerful pussy in the world. The most powerful stallions in Equestria have cried for me... You, helpless little human, will do more than cry. And the longer you hold back... The worse it will be... Don't you know that? Well, I'm not surprised to learn you're a fool... You were foolish enough to challenge me, after all. It's part of why I haven't just destroyed you, yet, in fact. Because you're too stupid to just give in and be mine. You'd rather pretend you have a chance... But in fact, you're just delaying the inevitable, and making it harder when you do... When this pressure releases... Oh, you poor little thing, you're going to explode. It will be the most incredible thing in your life. And the last thing you do as a free man, before my pussy enslaves you. The last thing... Oh, unless... Unless... Hmm..." She laughed, "Unless you were to pass out, I suppose... Unless you passed out and woke up... And I got to have more fun crushing and tormenting you. You are at least an enjoyable little toy to play with, human boy, and I don't think I'm done. In fact, you should probably submit... Become a slave now, boy..."

She continued to grind him... But he held on. He didn't know how... He had to lean in and bite down on the back of her neck to avoid filling her up with cream, but he was doing it... He was still standing... Even as she tore the clothing from his cock, leaving him helpless inside her...

She looked back at him. "Oh, darling... Not finished? Well, that's fine... But remember. When you wake up, you only have yourself to blame. Now... Remember what I said about when I consider a man to have orgasmed? How he hasn't cum until he's finished shooting? And that it doesn't count if you pass out before you cum?" She laughed, and settled herself at his hips, her pussy juices surrounding his balls.

"Well, darling... Keep it in mind~"

With that, she began to milk him even harder... And it was a total change in the sensation. Before had been difficult, this... This was unbelievable. It was like she wasn't just fucking his cock, she was fucking his entire body. She was fucking his soul. His cock just exploded in her, exploding cum like an overpressured water balloon, his balls clenching and bouncing inside her, he was thrashing and shaking on top... He felt his heart beating hard in his chest... He felt his arms and legs shaking wildly, almost randomly, drool falling onto her back from his lips. He was cumming... He was cumming...

He was....

To his horror, even as he was still shooting, the world began to go black again. The pleasure, the sensations, they were all too much. He almost wished it wouldn't come back.

He wouldn't be that lucky.

Author's Note

Well that took forever to update, didn't it! least it's here.

The Mighty Mare

He awoke with a jolt, and every inch of his body was in pain. As he awoke, for a blessed moment, he didn’t quite remember what it was he was doing here, why he was here and how he’d got here. He was in agony, but didn’t know why, a terrifying feeling...

But not as terrifying as the feeling he got when he remembered the reason. He opened his eyes, and memories of how he’d got here came flooding back, all at once. How he’d been willing to take Rarity up on this challenge she made, willing to accept her, trying to fight her, and being dominated. In fact, even more specifically, trying to fight her orgasmically. He had accepted a challenge where the first one to cum would be defeated, and be the personal property of the loser.

He hadn’t counted on her being able to overpower him when they locked up. He hadn’t accounted for the might of her muscles crushing around his midsection, stopping his breath in a bearhug. He hadn’t accounted for the power in her pussy muscles, used to sap his strength and manhood with shocking ease.

He hadn’t counted for a lot of things, and every one of them had been used against him. Despite the ironic fact that humans were endurance predators when they had hunted equines, the beautiful unicorn had used his own lack of endurance to make him into her prey. Twice, now, they had locked up, tried to do battle, and she’d left him passed out in a puddle of his own cum. Now he was completely naked, completely soaked in seed, and completely humiliated.

He opened his eyes, and saw her gorgeous blues staring back at him, with a look that mixed curiosity with mockery, like she had found some strange mouse scampering across the floor of her shop, and was watching to see what it would do before she tossed it to be preyed on by her pet.

He tried to keep her gaze when he met it, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Her stare, wide and almost affectionate as it was, chilled him to his core, and he looked away, down between her four legs, and saw the seed still dripping down and discoloring her thighs.

“Hmmm, poor little human,” she taunted, “Looks like I’ve finally brought you down to my level~” She laughed at the idea, pressing herself closer to him so he could see that, down here on his hands and knees, they had become the same height.

“On my level in height, at least,” she continued, “We’ve seen where you are in physical competition with me, and in sex and grappling, why, you must be PRAYING you were on my level. I had hoped I might find some challenge in testing myself against you, but ultimately you have proved yourself to be nothing more than a cum-spurting weak little toy. Our so-called contest might give me the right to take you home as a slave, but I’m not entirely sure of the point. Why should a mare like me take on the responsibility of watching out for a weak little human whore who might cum himself if he accidentally brushes against one of my dresses?”

He groaned at her words, partly because of their cruelty and partly because he knew the truth, that she had quite effectively proved herself the superior in their contest. He couldn’t answer back or deny them, deny what she had done to him, the evidence was all over - From the tears staining his cheeks to the puddles of cum dripping from her overflowing pussy. He had lost, he had been outwrestled in the most convincing, dominating, and humiliating manner possible. He’d done everything he could to handle her, and he hadn’t had a chance, and now, it was over.

“P-please,” he whimpered, head between his hands, “Please, Mistress Rarity, be gentle with me.”

“Mistress?” She asked, sounding shocked, “Well, I wouldn’t know about THAT. Did you forget the rules so soon? I reminded you before you passed out. If you aren’t done cumming when you pass out, then it’s not over. And you, my dear sweet little smooth-fleshed seedshooter, did not finish cumming. Once again, as you did in my hooves, your body went limp long before your cock did. I’m beginning to suspect you enjoy what I’m doing to you, considering how insistently you keep dragging out your torment.”

He shook his head. Even if her rules were set, he didn’t want to continue this, she had destroyed him so thoroughly so far, how could he keep up the battle? His body ached, and his cock stiffened painfully, the sensations seeming to triple all over him at the thought of the fight continuing.

“And if you are thinking of submitting, human, just know. I won’t be as gentle on you as a slave as I have been as an opponent.”

That settled the issue of resisting. He may not have had much of a chance at defeating her now, he recognized her skill and power, but she had been so cruel to him throughout their contest that he didn’t dare to risk it. If this was gentle, he couldn’t imagine what her idea of cruel would be, and she would no doubt be a cruel mistress. As long as there was even the slightest cahnce that he could avoid the fate of becoming the unicorn’s slave, he had to take it.

As if acting entirely without his will or consent, he felt his arms and legs shoot into motion so he could crawl away from her as fast he could. He ran to the opposite corner of the ring, resting with his back to the turnbuckle, having rushed there so fast that he could barely remember how it happened.

His chest rose and fell as he looked across the ring, at the elegant and yet powerful woman who had so effectively controlled him throughout their entire contest. She looked beautiful, even harmless, standing there and looking back at him with her gorgeous blue eyes, her curled mane twisting in a corkscrew over her shoulder. Despite everything, she looked so beautiful, so composed and completely in control.

Then again, he supposed it was easy to keep one’s grace and beauty when there had barely been any involved. He had been the one sweating and struggling, after all, this had been so easy for her.

“Well, human?” She asked, her crystal-clear voice teasingly high as she spoke, “Are you going to try to fight me? It’s only fair I let you make the first move.”

In a way it was, he needed every advantage he could get, but what act would allow him to stand up to her? Nothing he had tried so far had even come close to working. Offering him the chance to act first, to choose the way the latest round of their contest would start, was less an offer of a competitive advantage and more an offer to a condemned man that he be permitted to choose the method of his own execution. He felt like he had as much chance against her as a criminal against a noose.

She waited, staring almost kindly at him, as if she hadn’t just spend the last however long it had been slaughtering him in physical and sexual combat. She was telling the truth about waiting for him to make the first move, and his efforts to wrack his brain for an attack that would give him a chance in their bout had come up empty. There was no point in delaying the contest any longer, he had to act, even if all it accomplished was hurrying his defeat. Carefully, cautiously, he stepped forward with his hands raised, the universal sign of a wrestler preparing for combat. She responded by rising to her hind legs, taking the position of a combatant as well, and while she wasn’t even close to his height like this, she was at least taller, and looked far more like a wrestler.

She also looked far less steady, which meant he might be able to take her down if he acted now. Rather than stepping slowly toward her, he charged, with his head lowered and arms out, to try to wrap them around his opponent and bowl her to the ground. He didn’t know what he could do there, she was strong and a skilled wrestler, taking the fight to the ground was far from a gauranteed victory, but it was a start. Hell, maybe he could just throw hands at her face until she was knocked out, it might not win him the match (at least by the official rules about orgasms) but it would have her incapacitated for long enough that he might be able to run away. He could figure out what would happen when he had her down once she was down, for now, he just did his best to slam into her, wrap her up, and drive her to the ground.

It worked. Partially. The part about him getting his arms around her worked a charm, as their bodies smashed together and he felt the press of her muscle against his. The problem was that she didn’t go down. In fact, the opposite happened. He went up. Far from driving his opponent to be crushed to the mat, she easily countered with the simplest and most powerful counter to a charge that there was, by wrapping her arms around him in return, and lifting his body into the air, preparing to crush him in an overwhelming bearhug.

He felt her arms slowly start to push in on his sides, pressing against his body, a slow ramping up like a hydraulic press. It was an intimidating feel, and soon, an agonizing one. Against any other person, this would have already been a destructive crush that would have been a match-ending show of maximum force. Against her, he knew that it was simply the beginning of the destruction, not the end. Even as he felt his ribs begin to press into his flesh, he knew that, for all its pain, this was still merely the calm before the storm.

Soon enough, the storm came, and she began a vicious squeeze in on his body. In an instant, his already badly damaged ribs went from bending to snapped and shattered, and he gave an agonized scream as the iron cords of her muscle dug into his flesh and destroyed his bone. She was pulping his body even worse than he already had, her mighty forelimbs becoming quick, sadistic compressors that spared not an inch of him from their might. He writhed in her arms, shaking and trying to find some trick that might force her to loosen even a little, but no such mercy came. The more he twisted, the worse the agony got, until his lungs could scarcely expand and he was afraid that if they did they might hit fragmented bone and be pierced. Not that that was a risk he was unwilling to take, the agony of being dominated, unable to breathe, unable to act, in her forearms eroded any other thought.

“Poor dear,” Rarity murmurred as his body fell against her, trying to escape but going limp in the face of her might, “It looks like you just can’t... Keep up, can you?” She laughed her beautiful laugh, so elegant even as she ruined him so brutally and sadistically, “I’d say it’s to be expected for a human challenging a mare to a match, but the truth is, your performance is pitiful even by your species’ pathetic standards. You’re in over your head, little human, and far beyond your stamina. You can’t stand up to me. But here, I am the element of Generosity, after all, please... Let me offer you a little support!”

As she concluded her taunt, she began to charge forward, as fast as he had, right back the direction he had come. He wondered for a brief moment what she had meant by support, but she soon provided the answer to him in the most horrific possible way. She drove his already bruised and battered back viciously into the corner, his head rocking back and smashing into the corner post from the sheer force. With the might the mare could muster, it was like his back being crushed from behind by a tanker truck, and as the electric sparks of agony danced through his body, the thought flashed through his mind that ther corners must have been made of some truly impressive material, if they were capable of absorbing the full impact that had been used against him without giving way.

He did find out what she meant by support, though, as she took a tiny step back, and released him. With his arms above the ropes, he found himself resting in the corner, stuck in a standing position whether he wanted to be or not, and too exhausted to try to disentangle himself. He could only watch in fear as she took a small step back, and lowered herself back to all fours. An opponent being smaller could usually give you some sort of boost, even if only false and purely psychological, but he only felt a cold chill run down his spine as he followed her gaze, and saw that she was staring directly at his helpless shaft.

She stepped forward, and wrapped her powerful lips around his cock, drawing it completely into her mouth, and rolling her long tongue out to press against his balls. Slowly, she drew her head back, licking up his cock as she did, her powerful tongue flattening his shaft to his midsection. For all the horrors that had happened, his cock couldn’t help responding to her attention. Some of that came, of course, from the excitement of the moment, and thoughts of all the images of her as a submissive little slut that he’d seen, but most of it came from the fact that she was so goddamn good. It made him want to just lie back and let her, to let her suck cock and submit his shaft to equine ecstasy.

He heard her fully withdraw from his cock with a low ‘pop’ sound, and his shaft bobbed slightly in front of her. Then, like a predatory snake swallowing its prey, she brought it instantly and completely into her mouth, deep-throating him in a single go, and massaging his shaft with her tongue. Then, she began to bob.

He felt his knees quake, and his balls draw up, preparing an orgasm. As awesome as she had been throughout the fight, it was still incredible how fast she could bring an unwilling man to orgasm. Even the thought of the agony she had put him through so far, the choking and crushing and broken bones, was easily swept away in the face of the pleasure that her mouth provided. He couldn’t stand against something like that. Only at that last moment did he find some way to even move his leg, drawing strength from the thought of what he would suffer as her slave. He had to escape, and now, he knew he had only seconds to do it. As she withdrew her head he raised his knee, and drove it into her throat, knowing it was his one chance.

He got exactly what he wanted. The blow took her by surprise, and he felt her cough, spitting saliva on his shaft as she stumbled back. She stumbled away, leaving behind his cock, now achingly stiff, wonderfully full, and soaked from saliva and pre-cum She was reeling, and he was free from the pleasurable execution chamber that was her mouth. He wasn’t going to get a better chance to strike back at her than this. He rushed her, with all the fury that he had before, only for his assault to end the same way when she reached out, wrapped her forelegs around his body, and lifted him up into the air again.

“Want to get back on this ride?” She taunted, and he desperately shook his head, as if that was going to make a difference in what she did. He felt her pulse her foreleg muscles powerfully, teasing him with the torment he knew she could inflict on him, and making great jolts of pure pain spark through his body. He arched his back in response to the crush, an instinctive reaction to the pain pouring through him that only drove her to continue, squeezing and reminding him of just where he had found himself.

Then she stopped, and for a moment, he could feel the erotic sensation of her hot breath against his chest, and it was almost pleasant. Then she looked up, and her beautiful eyes met his.

“Ah, well, I’m sorry to tell you,” she continued, as if the past several seconds of torture hadn’t happened, “That there’s a strict limit of one ride per customer, for safety reasons. Fear not, I’ll have you know that the alternative can be just as stunning of an experience!”

With that, she lifted higher, twisted her hips to the side, and drove him down powerfully, slamming his back to the hard mat once more. He’d never realized how hard the mat could be before now, he knew it was no trampoline, but it felt barely a step above concrete. If she didn’t break any more of his bones in that assault, it would be a miracle. The impact certainly sent some of the shards of bone from his busted ribs digging into his flesh.

She didn’t give him a chance to defend himself, not that he would have been able to anyway. She didn’t release her arms from his body, instead she leaned in, pinning him harder under her body, and preventing him from even considering moving.

Then, with his body well and truly trapped beneath her, she swung her hips over, until she was in a position to ride him. Only then did she stop clutching him, and only to move her forelegs up to press onto his shoulders, keep him beneath her with her might, while her pussy pressed against his shaft. Like triggered memories of a war vet, the thought of what that mighty pussy could do to him flashed unbidden through his mind. He cried out in fear as he felt that pussy against him, it had completely destroyed him, before, pumping him until he passed out last time he was in it. He couldn’t risk that again, and he knew that if he found himself deep in that pussy, he would. Especially if he ended up inside her in this state, already so close after her brief blowjob, she would destroy him.

She didn’t respond to his shocked look on his face, or the helpless cry. Instead, she simply leaned more against him, pressing her weight to his shoulders, and began to slowly drag her hips along his cock, teasing him with the knowledge of what a vicious weapon it was pressed against.

“Helpless little human,” she murmurred, finally acknowledging his suffering, “Are you scared? You should be honored to be so close to a mare’s pussy, something so much greater than your whole being. Honor it with your cum~”

She increased her speed, pushing his cock further to the brink of orgasmic destruction. He wanted to hold back, he NEEDED to hold back, but how could he hold back with something so destructive, so glorious pressed up against him? He began to writhe and twist, trying to alleviate the pressure, and she responded by simply spreading her legs and pressing down further on him, taking his cock all the way into her.

“If you wanted inside so badly, you only needed to ask,” she laughed, “I intend to enjoy your destruction~”

He felt her rise to the tip, and then drop down, and then rise again. The sheer pleasure and destructive sensation of that nearly sent him blasting over the edge of orgasm like his cock hoped to launch her off him with his cum. He had to fight to hold back, and when she did it again, he felt the telltale twinges of a shaft about to orgasm. He knew if he didn’t escape right now, this third pump would be the end of him.

She raised herself up, and at the very tip, he did the only thing he could hope to. His arms shot out, and with every bit of agonized force he could, he bucked up and tried to toss her off of him, send her to the ground.

To his shock, it worked, and she was sent sprawling back onto all fours once more, while he scrambled to his feet, still clutching his aching chest, and looking down at and over her beautiful back.

For one single moment, a rare one since the match began, he felt like he was in control. In control of himself, his cock, his opponent, the contest. It wasn’t a feeling that would last. Her legs bucked out, and her hooves caught him directly in the stomach, right under the shattered ribs. He felt the feeble muscles, already wounded and battered from her destruction of his body all night, give way in the face of her assault, and the air escaped his lungs.

His hands instinctively fell to his chest, and just the act of grabbing onto his belly hurt, as he pressed his arms against the bruised muscle and fragmented bone. With his oxygen gone, a sensation that had become all too familiar over the course of this match, the human fell helplessly to his knees, face turning as purple as his opponent’s mane, as she turned around, eye to eye with him once more.

“Little helpless human,” she taunted him, “Did you assume that simply because I’m a mare with a sense of fashion and propriety that I wouldn’t be capable of bucking? A fashion amre is still a mare, you know. Even you should have know not to stand behind a horse. ESPECIALLY at this point, we all saw how it went for you last time~” She laughed, and stepped forward, dragging her tongue slowly up his chest.

Then she extended her hooves, slipped down to her belly, and wrapped her lips around his cock once more. It was a sensation he had felt all too many times in their contest, and what little air he had managed to regain escaped his lips with a helpless whimper. It was so good, too good, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance against it. Her broad tongue encircled his shaft, trapping it, and slowly rolled up and down his manhood in an awesome, undulating wave. He bit his lip to keep from gasping or crying out, losing more air to her in the most humiliating way possible, but this was only a delaying tactic.

Delaying, of course, was what he needed. Delaying his orgasm for as long as possible. It seemed practically inconceivable at this point that he would win, not in the face of such superior sexuality, but he had to try. He didn’t want to think about the consequences of giving her free reign over his shaft, of what she would do to him if he were to become her slave. Her tongue dancing and massaging his cock was an incredible feeling, and it took all he had not to just give up and give in to it, submit himself to her.

If he continued to wait here, it would happen whether he wanted it to or not. His orgasm was nearing, he could feel it, and his only hope would be to escape in the next few seconds.

He tried to pull his hips back, but when he did, she used her awesome core muscles to lift herself up, and he felt her thighs clasp around his head and neck. Now, there was nowhere to go. His orgasm was building, and as desperate as he was to fight it, there was no fighting back when a mare decided she would suck you dry. He was helpless, and all he could do was try to hold out for a few more seconds of defiance.

He felt a warmth against his abdominal muscles, and saw a glow in front of him, a glowing cloud which gradually formed into words.

“Stop trying to hold out, little human, making me put effort into this is an embarrassment to us both.”

He wanted to answer, of course, but he couldn’t... Her thighs were locked around his neck, making sure he couldn’t draw back any of the air he had lost, and even if they weren’t, he needed all the focus he had to try to fight his orgasm.

Then, she picked up the pace, her mouth becoming a warm, wet, swirling whirlpool of pleasure. All thought of resisting or defying her vanished, sucked away by her mouth and tongue, and he came. The seed began to poor from his shaft in a single, unending flow down her throat, and his body twitched and twisted for her, as it submitted to her demands, giving her all the cum she could want. He was shocked he was even capable of seeding her mouth at this point, but he realized that was foolish, he had never been capable of resisting an orgasm, not in here, and he was flooding her with thick, milky cream like a river into a cave. Or rather, considering the way the seed rolled from her lips and down his thighs and balls, perhaps a waterfall was a more appropriate metaphor.

His hips shook, his balls clutched and bounced, his shaft swelled and spurted in her throat. His orgasm felt like it would never end. Whimpering, he began to hope, pray even, that his orgasm would finish in her throat, that she would be done sucking his cock and he could just stop cumming. Then, to his horror, his prayers were answered, and his spurts began to slow.

Remembering her rule, that if his orgasm continued until after he passed out, he flexed and pumped his cock, trying to extend it for a little while longer, but his efforts were for naught. He only bought himself a few more seconds before his shaft finished seeding the unicorn’s mouth, and sealed his fate.

The glowing words twisted and changed themselves in front of his eyes, resolving themselves to say “And now, human, you become my slave.”

Then, her thighs latched tighter around his neck. He had thought she was destructive before, strangling and squeezing his throat in this headscissors, but now it felt that what she had been doing up to now was just relaxing. As her steel muscles tightened and flexed against his throat, his whole world succumbed to an overwhelming pressure. He had been without breath for so long he was starting to forget what oxygen-filled lungs even felt like, and after a mere few seconds, he was shaking and seeing black spots in front of his eyes. A few seconds more, and his whole world was going dark. He focused all his strength, everything he had, on remaining conscious, he had to remain conscious, he couldn’t become her slave, not when she had proven herself so merciless.

But in the end, all his efforts were meaningless. She had controlled every second of this so-called contest. The beginning, the middle, and now, ultimately, the breathless, blackening end. Light-headed and shaking in fear and a little excitement, he passed out, losing his consciousness and his freedom in one horrific, humiliating, arousing second.