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.