Fallout Equestria [Parody]: Legend of the Earthbound (Rebooted)

Fallout Equestria [Parody]: Legend of the Earthbound

By: Plot Twist of Neighpon

Chapter 11: Wake Up Call (CLOP)

Day two; Tokyoats; 7:43AM...

Moondancer was simply having the best dream ever. Of course Twilight Sparkle was in it. In fact, both she and Twilight were at the beach soaking up the warm rays of Celestia’s sun. It was calm and peaceful save for the soft crashing of the nearby surf. They laid next to each other as Twilight teased Moondancer’s mane with a hoof while naughty thoughts ran through Moondancer’s mind. She sighed contently as she snuggled closer to Twilight, taking in her addictive lavender scent.

Twilight turned to Moondancer with a smirk. “What are you thinking? Something deviant, I’m sure.”

Moondancer’s face flushed quickly behind her black-rimmed glasses as she shook her head. “Mmm. Ye- I mean, no! Of course not! I was, um, just relaxing here. Just like you.”

Twilight’s smirk grew in size. “You know you’re a bad liar. It’s not hard to tell if you know what to look for.” Twilight’s eyes became half lidded as her grin became seductive. “And I can tell you want me to do very, VERY bad things to you. Right here. Right now.”

Moondancer shook in both nervousness and eagerness as she watched Twilight slowly climb over her. Moondancer could feel her heart racing as Twilight’s muzzle inched closer and closer to her own. This is what she had always wanted. To let Twilight ravage her in any way she pleased. “P-please, Twilight. I need it so bad…,” she whimpered.

With a cute giggle, Twilight was happy to oblige. She took her left hoof and slowly and lightly traced Moonie’s collar bone down towards her teats. A loud gasp escaped Moondancer as her back arched, begging for more contact. But the teasing continued. Twi’s hoof traced the curves of her flanks around her cutie mark, up to the tips of her ears, down the outsides of her hind legs, and back up to her chin and muzzle.

Moondancer couldn’t take it any longer. She did all but outright beg Twi to take her. To bite her neck. To suck her teats. To rub her clit. To shove her entire foreleg into her dripping cunt. To do anything that was more than just… this. “Ah! Twilight, don’t tease me like this. Have mercy.”

Twilight suddenly stopped. For a brief moment, a look of disappointment crossed her features before her playful smile returned. “Mercy? Mercy you say? Ha! There’s no mercy for liars. Only punishment.” Twilight chuckled as she continued to caress and tease the trembling pony under her.

Moonie moaned in frustration as Twilight barely touched her with her soft purple hoof. “Ooh, Twilight! Please give me more! It’s… It’s been so long!”

“Yes, yes. I know it has.” Twilight finally reached Moondancer’s marehood where she began to draw little circles above her opening folds. She leaned forward to hover close to Moonie’s ear and whispered in playful mischief. “But here’s the thing. You’re being punished right now for lying.” Twilight increased the pressure to her ministrations, causing Moondancer to leak her juices onto the ground. “And ponies that are being punished will be taken to the edge.” Twilight then focused her efforts on Moonie’s clitoris that had just began to stiffen enough to poke out of it’s hood.

“Yes! Ah! Yes!” Moonie howled in pleasure as Twilight rubbed her silly. Her orgasm was fast approaching. She tried to lean upwards for a kiss but Twilight held her down with a free hoof. Moonie’s breathing became ragged and uneven as she felt the tingling within her loins begin to spread throughout her body. “I’m gonna cum, Twilight! Ooh! I’m gonna cum so hard!”

Suddenly, Twilight’s eyes turned from a sultry, half-lidded gaze to a burning red inferno. Her voice took on a horrifying demonic tone as she bellowed. “Moondancer! You’re being punished! Liars don’t get to cum!” And with that, Twilight’s form turned into a thin purple smoke and disappeared along with the passing wind, leaving Moondancer on the quiet beach alone.

Moondancer’s eyes went wide as the feeling of her orgasm subsided. “Twilight? Twilight!?” She quickly looked around but didn’t see any trace of the lavender mare. She then took a hoof to try and clop herself to the orgasm she was about to have. A shockwave of pleasure hit her as the feeling returned in an instant. More of her marecum leaked out as she parted her folds to attack her clit. “Twilight, why did you leave me?” she mumbled to herself as her hoof rubbed faster and faster around her sensitive clit. More of her juices spilled out to lubricate her already soaked cunt and clenched plot hole. “Twilight… Twilight…” She was so close. ‘Almost there.’ Her clit was throbbing like mad as she rubbed it so hard she feared it may bleed. Her hoof was drenched up to her fetlock with her marecum. “Yes… Hah! Hah! Yes! I’m cum- I’m… I’m… Huh?” But nothing happened. The orgasm that was literally right there just… wasn’t there anymore. Breathing hard, Moondancer looked down at her cunt in confusion. She felt like she was back to square one again. Somewhere on the distant wind, she heard the soft echo of Twilight’s voice…

“You’re being punished! Liars don’t get to cum!”

“No… NO!” Moondancer screamed as she rubbed at her pussy again, determined to have the orgasm that was denied to her. “I must cum. I gotta cum! Please, please, let me cum!” Using both hooves, Moonie rubbed every sensitive part of her wet pussy to bring herself to the brink. But again, as she felt as if she was about to explode, the feeling of orgasm vanished. Stunned, Moondancer sniffed once with a blank stare on her face, and then began to cry. “Why, Twilight? Why won’t you let me cum? Why? Twilight!?

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“TWILIGHT!?” Moondancer’s eyes shot open as she woke from her nightmare. She sat up and looked around, not remembering where she was until she saw John the Human still sleeping soundly next to her. She was still breathing heavily and was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her body was shaking from the trauma the dream gave her. And, of course, her marehood was continuing to soak the bed with her vaginal juices. This little detail reminded her that she was still horny as tartarus and needed to cum. “Okay,” she quietly spoke to herself as she magically retrieved her glasses from the night stand, “now that I remember where I am and who I’m with, I need to decide how I’m going to scratch this itch. Hmm…” She thought of her options. She could either take a long hot shower (not only to wash off the sweat, but to use Sparky as well), or she could try and rub herself off right there in the bed...

...next to the sleeping human...

...who could very well wake up at any time...

...and catch her clopping like a mare gone mad.

Before she knew what she was doing, Moonie had a forehoof rubbing at her sex. The thought of being embarrassed by having John catch her turn her on tremendously. She debated with herself to keep herself covered or not. But her rising body heat made the decision for her. Using her magic, she removed the blanket and covers from on top of herself to lay face up on the bed while taking both her forehooves to her dripping snatch. She tried to keep her moans quiet, fearing she might wake John up too soon. She had to pace herself until the time was right. But after that lucid dream she had, it didn’t take long before she was once again on the verge of orgasm. She turned her head to look at John’s peaceful face. Her own flushed face was a look of pure lust and desperation as she clopped harder. Lewd wet and sloppy noises increased in volume as Moonie became wetter than she could ever remember. Her breathing and moaning became louder as she focused on John’s face, mentally begging for him to wake from his sleep. Wishing he would catch her in her compromising position. Hoping that when he did, he would (hopefully) let animal instincts take over, pin her down, and rut her till she couldn’t remember what pastel color she was.

Though John didn’t wake up from his slumber, it was possible that all of the lewd noises she was making was having a positive effect on him. She could see a noticeable bulge under the covers near his midsection and her mind drifted to thoughts of having that bulge within her. With every moan and gasp she made, the bulge seemed to twitch or pulse ever so slightly. Seeing it move in such a way sent tingles up and down Moonie’s entire body. Her orgasm was getting closer and closer. But… she wanted more. She needed more. More than just a quick clop. Looking intently at the large mass of throbbing human cock under the covers, her willpower broke and she stopped rubbing herself. Using her magic again, she removed the blanket and covers that contained John’s sleeping body, revealing that he was wearing only a white bathrobe. If he had been standing, the robe would have kept his modesty. But laying on his back, his half erect penis poked through the robe like a dark brown shark fin breaking the water’s surface.

Moondancer gulped down a wad of saliva in an attempt to keep from drooling, which didn’t really help much. “It’s true,” she whispered. “Oh, Celestia. I had my doubts before, but now… Whoa. He really IS huge! Definitely more than twice the length of Sparky.” Moonie’s pussy spasmed, eagerly wanting to get stuffed. After adjusting her glasses, she crawled forward and let her face hover just over his crotch. She inhaled, taking in his sweet-musky scent deeply. The smell flipped another switch within her and she lost more control of herself. Not caring anymore if she woke him up or not, she dipped her head down and took his still half hard cock into her mouth.

The taste of his cock was amazing. Such a strong male flavor. She used her tongue to stimulate the underside of his cock as she bobbed her head up and down. Slowly, John’s cock reached its full length. Moonie soon realized that she wouldn’t be able to go down as far due to her current position. But that was just as well. Her marehood was reminding her again that she needed a fuck more than a suck. She ran her lips and tongue along the side of the now massive member, giving it a final slathering [Slathering… Slathering? Is that proper English-ing?] and marveling at its sheer size and thickness. Her saliva covered the shaft from tip to base and looked ready for the next phase.

Looking up from her task, John still seemed to be sleeping peacefully. It was now or never. No. Definitely now! Moondancer climbed on top of John’s prone body, her face mere inches from his, and her winking sex at the tip of his “stallionhood.” Another shiver ran down her back and reached her clit as she thought of how the plunge will feel. With a look of lustful determination, she used her magic once more to line the shaft up to her waiting hole. She then slid down the pole, taking half of his member in the first go. She gasped out loud as she tried her best to regain her lost balance. She lifted her rump up to lower herself again to take even more of John’s meat. “Oh, Celestia! I’ve never had anything reach this deep before!” She began to pant like a mare in heat, if she wasn’t already in heat, that is. Her flank bounced on John’s cock as she inched her way further down towards his base. Before long, his tip was bumping against her womb. She lifted her torso and sat on her haunches to grind herself onto John’s fat fuck stick. Her body was buzzing with pleasure as she bounced up and down on the human’s cock. She looked down and noticed John was beginning to stir under her. She didn’t care. She needed cock. And Celestia be damned if she was going to stop now. Her previous thoughts of what John would do when he caught her crossed her mind again. And it turned her on even more. She was such a naughty mare. A naughty mare who needed a good fucking. And she was getting not just a good fucking, but a great fucking. The greatest fuck she’s ever had. Who knew that John would not only give a fuck, but a great fuck at that, in his sleep? Him waking up now would only make this better. With that thought in mind, she went full force, bucking her hips further and further down the shaft, trying her best to reach her goals of both reaching his base and reaching her climax.

It was from all the heavy duty slamming of hips to hips that finally got John to wake up. At first he thought he was still sleeping and having a wet dream. But when he noticed the feeling on his cock was much too real, he opened his eyes and looked up to see… a sexy librarian pony mare using his cock as a dildo to rut herself stupid. Well, you don’t get to see that everyday. The clenching, squeezing walls of her slick, dripping cunt felt so good that he almost forgot that she didn’t ask him if he would do this with her. Which meant that… she was raping him. She was raping him while he slept. And she was still raping him while he looked into her glazed-over lust-filled eyes as she rode him like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull. And after a moment’s thought, with his man meat buried deep within a sopping wet pussy, he came to the conclusion that even though this was rape, he was completely fine with it. John reached up and grabbed Moondancer’s flank with both hands which stopped all her movements.

Moondancer yelped in surprise at his touch as she came to her senses. “John!” Her face blushed beyond crimson as her brain tried to kickstart itself. “I- I.. um.. Th- this isn’t what it looks like. Um, I mean, I’m sorry I- Ah!” Moonie yelped as John flipped them both over to land on top of her. He grabbed her hind legs and lifted them high and wide apart.

“Moonie, if this is what you wanted, you should have asked me first. But since you’ve started this, I’ll finish it!” John became a machine as he began to furiously piston his baseball bat of a cock in and out of Moonie’s clenching and squirting snatch.

Moondancer cried out John’s name and begged him over and over to rut her like the dirty mare she was. She was a quivering mess as John slammed into her, determined to break through her cervix. “Ah! Give it to me, you beast! I want it all inside me! Hnnngh! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Mmm! Harder! Split me in half with that giant cock of yours! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck! Yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck! I’m such a bad pony. Such a naughty pony for not keeping her hooves off of your monster cock. You like fucking this bad pony’s sloppy pony pussy? Do you like to go balls deep in this hot pony cunt? Mmm! Yeah, I bet you do. C’mon then. Hah… Plow me good! Ungh! Yeah! Just like that! Oh, fuck… fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck me! Beat my pussy up! Beat it raw! Hnnngh! You wanna fill me up? Huh? Wanna cum in me? You wanna pump so much of your human cum in me that I look pregnant? Huh? Ooh! Maybe you… you’re trying to... to get me preg- Oh! Oh, fuck! I’m… I’m… I’m cuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiiiing!” The force of Moondancer’s orgasm slammed into her like boulder thrown by an ursa major. If she wasn’t drenched before, she was leaking an ocean now as she pumped out what seemed like quarts of marecum onto John’s cock.

Moonie’s spasming cunny and her dirty talk was enough to motivate him for one final push. And that final push took him through Moonie’s resilient cervix and into her womb where he began to dump all of his human spunk. John grunted with each forceful jet of his seed as his pleasure stick painted Moondancer’s foal hotel with the white cream.

Finally, John pulled back and out of Moonie who shuddered and gasped at the sensation. A flood of male and mare fluids gushed out of Moondancer, which in turn made more of a mess of the bed. John didn’t know what had come over him. With all of Moonie’s dirty talk, it turned him on like never before. Was this a kink he didn’t know about before now? Regardless, he still had a bit of a problem. His cock was still hard. At least he had a good idea why. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the scent of candy. A chocolate and whipped caramel candy bar (Three Musketeers?) to be exact. And with his affinity to sweets, along with his current knowledge of pony marehood flavors, only motivated him to experience as much pony sex as he can.

Moondancer was both exhausted and happily sedated. Straightening her askew and fogged glasses, she tried to catch her breath. She felt proud of herself for taking the opportunity when it presented itself (in the form of a long, hard cock). She looked to John and was about to compliment him on the rutting he’d given her when she saw him climbing on top of her again to place his (still!?) hard cunt destroyer in front of her muzzle.

“Damn,” John said matter of factly. “Why do all of the pony mare pussies here smell so fucking good? This is your fault, by the way. Your scent… That pussy of yours has me like this.” With lust in his eyes and without bothering to ask, John parted Moonie’s lips with the tip of his cock and slowly slid his way in her muzzle.

Moonie’s marehood gave another involuntary spasm as she was about to be ravaged for a second time. This time as a throat pussy. She moaned around his cock as one of her hooves found it’s way to her pummeled cunt to rub vigorously. Lewd noises filled the room again as John grabbed both sides her head and fucked her mouth thoroughly. With every thrust, Moonie moaned and grunted, eager to get more cock in. John removed one hand and reached behind him to replace Moonie’s hoof at her marehood. He shoved three fingers deep inside her sex, causing her to moan loudly.

The vibrations from her moans felt so good to John that he moved his free hand to grab her horn and, without thinking, forced the remaining inches of his huge cock further down her gullet. At the same time, he brought his soaked hand up from her cunt and licked off all the collected juices. The taste of Moonie’s chocolate bar flavored mare cream was the last thing needed to push John over the edge once again. He roared loudly as he hilted himself deep within her maw, his huge cock causing a large bulge in her throat and almost her chest. Not caring at the moment if she could breathe or not, he filled her stomach with his second load of the day.

Being abused by John like a fuck toy also set Moonie off with another orgasm. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the intense feeling of raw pleasure in her pussy, her horn, and her muzzle. Then John pulled back quickly, yanking his still pulsing cock from her mouth. More of the human’s thick cum splattered against her face as his cock continued to eject semen. She barely had enough mental capacity to open her muzzle to catch his last spurt of cum on her tongue. She sampled the flavor and found that she could get very used to having his spunk for breakfast... Every. Single. Day. She leaned forward and suckled John’s cock to drain any seed left inside. She squealed in delight as she was rewarded with an extra glob of cum that was still hiding within the long shaft.

At long last, John fell back, completely spent. As his mind came back to him, he looked to Moonie who was busying herself with licking his cumshots off her face. John laughed to himself at the sight. ‘These ponies are crazy. But damn, they’re so cute.’ His thoughts went to Lyra as he compared the two sexual experiences. The session with Lyra was definitely with love at its forefront while the one with Moondancer was driven mostly by lust and perhaps stress. Both ponies were great though his heart still belonged to Lyra.

But…

Could he love more than just one? Is there room in his heart for another? Maybe more? Would Lyra be into that? That’s a question to ask once he got back to his own time and universe.

Moondancer used her magic to clean the smeared cum from her glasses as well as remove almost all of the bodily fluids from the bed. She wore a very satisfied grin on her face. “I quote: The {mass} of the {ASS} multiplied by the [angle] of the [DANGLE] equals ‘Strokes Per Minute.’ Now that’s Fucking.”

John chuckled and was still lost in thought. But not so lost that he didn’t hear the unusual moan that didn’t come from Moondancer. Looking behind him, he only saw the door to the room. On a hunch, John got up and wrapped the bathrobe around his body again. Reaching the door, he could make out more feminine moans from the other side. Sighing, John opened the door to find the morning guard, one of the Orochimare sisters with an eight-pointed shuriken as a cutie mark, staring back at him with shocked, wide eyes while lying on the floor…

...with one of her hooves almost halfway up her cunt.

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To Be Continued…

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Author’s Easter Eggs:

1. “Slathering… Slathering? Is that proper English-ing?” - This is in reference and a shot-out to CAITBUG at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCH6dxbc0kfA1Nw3XoMXeBPw from her blooper reel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMVJt6JzpVU.

2. "Who knew that John would not only give a fuck, but a great fuck at that, in his sleep?” - Did you really think John didn’t give a fuck? Let’s just hope he doesn’t give a shit. :p 3. “The {mass} of the {ASS} multiplied by the [angle] of the [DANGLE] equals ‘Strokes Per Minute.’ Now that’s Fucking.” - You wouldn’t believe where this quote came from. This mathematical equation was overheard in the most unlikely of places. And it’ll be quite a while before I say exactly where and from who.