My Little Muffin
Written by Homestuck-Is-Dead
You know I used to hear about how some mares would refer to their vaginas as cakes, and as such they would experiment with new formulas of sexual pleasure. Well I had a little muffin of my own, and wanted to try playing with it. It was a little weird at first, finding out what kinds of things I could do, and the best ways to please it. Hooves, toys, tongues, all of those things were just wonderful for my muffin. But a mare needs to have more in her life.
So one day I got a nice stallion and began to let him play with my muffin. The things he would do to it, oh goodness they were fantastic. I don’t think I ever got so far as he did in making my muffin explode with pleasure. So after he was done, I got another stallion and tried him out. He wasn’t nearly as good, but he had different techniques, then another stallion, and another. Pretty soon I was actually getting pretty popular thanks to my muffin. I even let a few mares in on the fun. Of course, eventually I realized there was money to be had here. So I decided to sell my little muffin out to ponies I trusted. However, there was always the problem with it hurting a little. My muffin is small you see, so they need to be gentle, they aren’t always gentle.
I know what others would say, they would say, ‘Derpy, you are a disgusting horrible pony!’
I don’t have a reply to that. It’s true, I am exactly that. But that doesn’t mean it’s all bad, all the time. I really like it, and it makes my muffin feel good. Shouldn’t that be what matters in the end?
Today was not unlike one of those fantastic days where I was going let a stallion ravish my muffin in ways I could scarcely imagine. That didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it all day. When the night set in and everything was in place. I lay on my back, watching the stallion enter the room. He took one look at my exposed muffin, just lying there, waiting for him to come over and play, and he grinned.
He walked over and sniffed my muffin. I just wanted him to do it already; the lust building in my heart rose steadily. When he placed a hoof on either side of my muffin and spread it open, I couldn’t hold in my excitement. He leaned in, his muzzle barely touching the most sensitive spots of my muffin. He breathed out, hot breath rubbing against the gentle folds and the open lips. I wanted to scream for him to just start already, but I kept my silence.
That mouth of his opened wide and his hot, slimy tongue whipped out. The tongue slithered up and down the open lips, playing with the clitoris before going back down to the hole. I needed him to enter, I needed it so bad. His tongue slipped in and my head went dizzy.
He ate greedily, tongue digging deeply inside my muffin. I was already wet, and my body was growing hotter by the second. What this stallion could do to my muffin, was simply amazing. I just wanted all of it, all of it done to my muffin with as much force as he could bear.
I had to muffle my voice as his dick grew. It was huge, far larger than my muffin was capable of handling. I should know, I’ve tried a lot of stuff on my muffin and this was just too much. I didn’t complain though as his tongue dug so deep that I thought it would be over just like that.
When the trail of urine came out, I tried to hide my shame by looking away. He however didn’t mind as he wrapped his mouth over my muffin and began drinking greedily. This, this I had to stare at. I could never imagine somepony drinking that disgusting sour liquid. But here he was, drinking it with reckless abandon.
When he pulled away he smiled. I knew the fun was just about to really start. He climbed up, the bed shook beneath his mighty size and weight. The bed was clearly not designed for such a large pony to be on it. He had no problems with positioning himself though.
His cock rubbed up against my muffin, pressing against the soaking wet lips. I wanted to scream, he wasn’t going fast enough. He needed to just go in and get it done with. But I didn’t. I stayed silent as ever and let him do his thing, his way.
Once or twice he prodded my muffin’s lips, testing out to see if it would fit. The monster sized cock was certainly not going to fit without a lot of hurt. I wouldn’t stop him though. It was just too good to imagine.
He began grinding faster, and faster. His cock twitched, and his body grew tense. I knew he was about to do it. About to lose his control and just go for the win. His hips pulled back. The head of his cock rubbed against the small hole of my muffin. Then he thrust forward and spread my muffin’s lips wide. He split my muffin down the middle, the girth and length of his cock like a fiery pike that my muffin was impaled on. My vision blurred a little as my entire body was wracked with burning pleasure.
He grunted as his hips thrust. The giant thing shoving my muffin back and forth, moving it with him. My muffin was stuck on his cock! He thrust, over and over and over again. Each time with more force than before. Finally he let out a cry and pumped his hot, sticky load into my muffin. Filling it up to the brim. The sperm acted like a lube, allowing his cock to slide out. My muffin was pouring out sperm from the huge gaping hole. It might have been my imagination but I swore I saw a little blood as well.
Once he was finished he used a rag to clean off and left. He had already paid me, so there was no problem. I had climaxed, and my muffin had been filled. So once he was gone, I stopped rubbing my hoof against my crotch and walked out of the closet. I went to the bed and removed the ball gag from my muffin’s mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared up at me.
“So, how was it, Dinky?” I asked.
My muffin hiccupped. “It hurt. Mommy, it hurt bad.”
I stroked my muffin’s head gently. “Shh, it’s okay. Mommy will let you take a break tomorrow…. After Miss Cheerlee’s visit of course.”
“Mommy, no, she spanks me.”
“Shh, it’s okay,” I cooed. “You wanna take a bubble bath?”
My muffin nodded. A small cry escaped my muffin as I picked her up. I would take care of my muffin tonight. After all, it had more work to do tomorrow.
The end.
Author's Note
So yes, this was a pretty messed up story. Hope you liked it. XD
I just wanted to leave a small comment about why this story was created in the first place. It was a request from a buddy of mine, and once I heard it I couldn't figure out for the life of me how to write it. This story screws with point of view more than an H.P. Lovecraft story. If nothing else, I hope that this experiment on point of view helps somebody become an ever so slightly better writer.
And thanks for reading. XD
