Author's Note

So, before you read more, a warning and an explanation. The warning is that the rapey undertones caused by the very concept are a bit... a LOT more upfront in this short piece, especially at the end. Probably good that it comes right after Bart shows how awesome he is.

The other part is that it's art inspired by art a fan got for the fic specifically. However, it's quite NSFW for the site, so all I can say is that the derpibooru picture is: 1237360

Bonus: A gift for a fan. (not canon)

Jack smiled as he looked upon his morsel. Poor, innocent, all his own. Yes, absolutely delicious, but soon spoiled. Not that he cared.

First there were her flanks. So tender, so juicy. Plenty of meat on them for him to run his claws along, before squeezing deep into it. The mare’s breath escapes for a split second, letting him know that she does indeed feel him, even if she does not quite know him yet. He would be fixing that in due time.

His tongue ran along her skin, leaving a trail of slime along her perfect skin, before he took a sharp nip out of her inner thigh. A small squeak and jump is her reaction. But still no consciousness. Still no chance to fight. Not that it would matter.

Jack opens his maw, letting his tongue slide free and extend outwards, easily reaching out to four feet long. For the moment, it is for show, and for his enjoyment, but he can still have a… taste. It flicks against her nethers, tasting the ripe flesh. No juices yet, but he didn’t care. Just hearing the slightest moan from her was well worth it.

He gave it another lick, leaving his thick, wet juices over her crotch as his own responds with a monstrous throb. It had to wait though. He was not ready to wake her up yet.

He moved upwards, his claws tracing the yellow mare’s lovely stomach. So flat, so nice, and yet the rest of her has such wonderful fluff. A body that is truly perfect for his needs. Yes, stalking this Fluttershy was perfect. Proven only more as a soft moan escapes her lips, and his claws brush against the bottom of her breasts.

His claws did not stay there though. He was ready to increase the tempo, and lunged forward, his claws digging into her ample bosom. They left deep impressions, and he chuckled to himself, knowing that any who watched would only see the indents, and not the beast upon her.

And Fluttershy? His puppet? She could not have reacted better. Her aura told him she was still asleep, but her cry of pleasure, her hands beginning to reach for the sheets… it was euphoric to him, and he began to grind his cock against her stomach, not caring any longer if it might ruin his fun.

His claws continued to get to work, working hard upon the mare’s bare flesh. Every push, tug, and tease brought more moans from her. Her thrashing in her sleep, now helped by his own magic keeping her in a slumber, let her limbs brush against his mighty member, and he growled in enjoyment. This would not be the first time he enjoyed this mare. It couldn’t be.

Jack’s maw opened up, his tongue extending again. This time, it flicked against her nipple as he recoiled back along her body. Such paultry tricks were beneath him. Instead, the heavy mound found itself coiled around by the invisible, slimy muscle, and squeezed tighter, only making the asleep Fluttershy moan all the louder. It then jumped to her other breast, beginning to squeeze both tight.

So tight in fact, that she squirted milk over herself, and the rivulets that landed on his own tongue were sweet. Calling her his own before was just for his fun, but with this, he was sure it would be true.

He only had one more thing to do now. To make her entirely his.

Fluttershy screamed, feeling every bit of his violation at once. The slimy tongue on her bosom, his claws on her sides, digging into them, and… and his cock as it pushed all the way to her womb. She opened her mouth in a wordless scream, feeling an orgasm crash through her as his own ectoplasm filled her, causing only more heat to flood through her system.

She would shudder, shake, and spasm for the rest of the night, trying to deal with the pleasure and horror that ran through her now. As for Jack? He didn’t care. He never cared. She was just his next plaything, and he would relish every night that he got to see her again, and do this to all over again until she could not sleep without his touch.

And then? She would be his, and he would find a new challenge to play with. A new beauty to play with. What else should a monster do?