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.