Falling for Ponies - Secret Agent Man

by CaptainAnonymous

Rating: mature
Tags: Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna
Length: 41152

Equestria vanishes, leaving the ponies trapped on Earth. A world full of danger with humans seeing them as mythical beings to be hunted or collected. Luckily someone used to the paranormal will care for them, with the ponies caring back. Lots of sex.

This story will go through different arcs in one big adventure, and will contain romance, comedy, action, pony anatomy, and a hell of a lot of extremely, heavily descriptive sex scenes.

With their world seemingly vanishing, thousands upon thousands of ponies appear around the globe. For the mane six at least, there is hope. As an attempt is made to secretly sell the captured mares to the highest bidder, one man will change their fate forever, and become their hero.

Codename Anon is a John McClane, Rambo, Indiana Jones, parody of a man. He's the best of the best, working for an elusive organization with no real name, that keeps all the monsters, legends, and things that go bump in the night, under wraps and secret from the public. Overly accustomed to tackling impossible odds and the stuff of nightmares, he has a strange manner when it comes to life or death situations. But how will he fair when it comes to looking after six frightened, and strangely pretty, sweet mares?

This will mostly be written from Anons perspective, but it will occasionally shift between characters, and I'll use bold and italics when the character whose perspective the story is currently written from is talking.

Published 2017-08-31 20:20:05 UTC
Last updated 2019-04-06 01:18:04 UTC

Meeting Ponies

Day 1

You can't help but flex a little as you're stood by a mirror. Or a window. Or any reflective surface really. This time, you're holding your Glock 17, tight dark blue t-shirt on, Bullet Proof vest on top, no forms of identification or affiliations shown. You tense, admiring your biceps and forearms as you look at the van door window you're stood by.

Chris Redfield aint got shit on you.

You smile to yourself before getting your head in the game, ready to bust this little auction of magical goods. You press a button on the pager like device on your belt, count to three under your breath, and then you kick next to the lock of the door in front of you, lock breaking and door bursting open.

"Hands in the air, Police!" Damn do you love this. Of course you're not actually a police officer, but you can't tell them who you really work for; partly because there's no official name, and you also can't go busting in as just some random guy either. Some semblance of authority matters.

Across from you and to the right, the other two doorways slam open. You take a split second to relish that your door looks to have gotten more wrecked than theirs. Glass shatters from above as more agents enter the place, coming down on ropes. Yeah it's cooler. But if you had done that you couldn't effectively shout.

And you love shouting.

There's a panic as the rows of seats are knocked over, buyers tripping over each other to try and escape. You crack one over the head with the bottom of your gun. Fun stuff. And it should help remind the rest that you're holding a fucking gun.

Fat wealthy people aren't a problem though, it's the sellers. Two of them have to be shot as they get the bright idea to try and pull their own weapons while having a half dozen guns trained on them. As you pull the trigger you briefly wonder what to have for dinner tonight.

The others promptly give up, and once you've made sure everyone's in one place and unarmed, the arresting team comes in. Soon perps are filed out and locked into different vans for processing.

You walk towards the stage to take a look at the products. As you do, so does that woman you like, Cassie. You don't want to date her or anything, you honestly prefer training, playing games, watching movies, and going out on missions far more interesting than this one... But damn do she got a booty. Your eyes flicker to her great big juggs as she begins to speak.

"Christ, more of these multicoloured ponies."

"Mhm." You briefly answer, before turning your gaze to the six mares in front of you.

For about three quarters of the beings you have to deal with, it's impossible for you to tell what sex they are. It's easy with these things though, cute and girly looking. They're all huddled together, shivering and looking back and forth between the two of you, as well as behind to the two corpses being wheeled out.

Looks like you have to do the awkward part of the job.

"I'm Anon, Captain of this squad. You're safe now, I promise. I've dealt with one of your cases before, and I know that you can understand me."

You get down on one knee and hunch over a little to get more on their level, the ponies only three foot tall. And that's including their hair... Manes... Whatever.

They still look scared, but at least not as much now with the prospect of being sold to God knows who out of the equation. Not the pale yellow and pink Pegasus though, she still comes across as absolutely terrified. Honestly, it's easier dealing with the creatures, or more appropriately, monsters, that try ripping your face off. Either knock them the fuck out, they wake up in one of the zoo like facilities, or just straight up kill them, done.

"I'm mostly here to deal with the bad guys, like the ones keeping you captive. Now I know about your homeland being destroyed, and I know you must be scared in this strange new world, but I promise, you'll be taken care of. There are many facilities around the world made for your protection. You'll be given the best of care. You have nothing to worry about, right Cassie?"

You look to your side and up at her as she listens in to her earpiece for a moment, before responding, bluntly and without emotion.

"They're going to be split up across the globe far away from each other and housed in isolation chambers, due to all of the facilities larger environment imitations now housing mostly predators, as well as cutbacks to their funding."

"What?!" The bright pink one cries out, before they all huddle together, shivering more and weeping.

Oh for fuck sakes...

You turn back to the crying heap of ponies. They're sentient. And sapient. And female. And they're crying... You feel the invisible fedora atop your head tip towards them.

"I'll..." Don't do it. "I'll take them in."

"What?"

"I'll take them in. I live off of one of the bases. I can use my own money for their housing. And I have some pull with the higher ups."

By that you mean the Directors gay twink son thinks 'You're a big slab of beef aren't you?'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You have to have one of what you call 'the suits' by your side as you prepare the ponies for transport, as they're the ones that do the transfers and paper work associated with this. You usually just write up a report saying 'Killed however many people, illegal goods safe'.

"While we're all very appreciative of your goodwill, I assure you this isn't necessary." The white one with the purple mane and tail says to you as you fit a collar and leash around her neck.

"It's procedure, it's either this or a cage."

She's lucky they're obviously intelligent, otherwise it would be a tazing and the cage. She's also obviously... Fancy. A little charm couldn't hurt.

"Don't worry, in human society this is high class fashion. I'm sure a lady like you can pull it off."

You were hoping it would just make her more agreeable to the idea, now though she looks almost proud of it.

You gently apply the collars and leashes to the others, fighting back the desire to tug on them like they were dogs.

"Alright, lets go."

You walk out to your van. Non-descript, but decked out, blacked out windows, fast and powerful. You watch as they each hop on up into the back, and you tie their leashes onto a railing. Even though she has wings to assist her, the pale yellow one hops up and down, nervous and unsure if she can make the short jump. Like a puppy wanting to get up on the couch.

You crouch down, cradling her with an *Eep* sounding out from her. You place her in the van and tie her leash to the railing as well. The white and purple ones could probably untie them with magic. They can only just about levitate objects, due to being so far away from their destroyed magical homeland. But they probably wouldn't. And if they tried escaping you could just let out a few bursts of knockout gas in the back.

You drive while the suit, the man in black, sits next to you. He stares straight forwards, not attempting any communication. Creepy, unnerving things. You're not even sure what they are, but they're good at obeying orders and looking official.

Once you're back at the compound, you walk the ponies to your accommodations. Getting a few looks on the way. So what if you're bringing six fantastical beings, that most of the rest of the world is unaware of, are female, have human level intelligence, and sexual deviants seem to be the ones trying to buy them? Jenkins has a Dodo in his office and no-one gives him shit.

You ask the ponies their names to take your mind off the stares you're getting.

Once 'home' you take their leashes off, and uncollar them, except for Rarity who insists she keeps it on before trotting away to explore your home with the others. You sit on the couch and warily watch the suit going over paper after paper from a briefcase you didn't even notice he had. After half an hour of constant writing, stamping, and ticking, he hands you a single sheet of paper, which you sign.

He promptly files the stacks of papers away, stands, and walks to your front door. You open it for him and he steps out, turns back, and offers you a hand to shake. You stare at it for a few seconds, before wordlessly closing the door on him.

You look through the peephole to see him standing there. Unblinking. Unmoving. Unbreathing... For two minutes... Before he turns and walks away. You swear you're gonna kill one of those things one day.

You turn and go to find where the six ponies are.

AppleJack and Dash are both trapped beneath a barbell, trying to lift it, while Rarity and Twilight both try and assist with their magic, Fluttershy weeps over the situation, and Pinkie stares into the business end of a thankfully unloaded shotgun, wondering what it is.

You suspect you'll soon be in court for having an endangered mythical species die under your watch.

Day 2

You gasp and pant slightly.

Dragging three incredibly thick and soft mattresses into a bedroom would be fine. Three incredibly thick mattresses, six blankets and covers, and eight pillows would be fine. The six beanbag chairs for children, and the vanity mirror and desk, also fine.

But dragging and carrying them all from the parking lot, down half a mile of sleek metal corridors to get to your 'home' inside the facility and making return trips was horrible.

You place the three very thick soft mattresses down into the spare room. These damn ponies will look like royalty sleeping on these things, absolutely giant in comparison. They could all fit on one, but would roll into each other through the night. You wanted to get two. They wanted three. So you got three.

You put all the covers on, and throw the extra, extra blankets, and extra pillows down. They wanted that as well.

You put down the desk and vanity mirror, a few feet away from the bathroom that's connected to the bedroom. You throw down all the beanbags into the living room, each one a different colour. Their colours.

Finally. Now you just need to bring in the new giant fridge that can fit your six new roommates dietary needs. Fuck.

At least it's worth it in the end. You get to see six cute pony faces beaming up at you from the floor as you sit on the couch, breathing hard.

The purple one, Twilight smiles happily.

"I don't think we really got it across to you before but... Thank you. Thank you so much for all of this. We know you're putting yourself through a lot of trouble to house us and keep us safe, together, and, and..."

"Thank you!" Pinkie yells out, tackling you.

Well, sort of tackling you. There's a soft pomf sound as she pounces onto the couch and into your side, trying to hug all the way around your waist, nuzzling her face side to side.

They all look a little teary eyed from gratitude.

"Um, girls, really, it's okay... If I had ever stumbled into your strange pony lands I bet you'd help me out too."

It's always weird dealing with something with human intelligence, that looks so vastly different to you. You remember the first time you had a philosophical debate with a longsword. ...You live a strange life.

"So what do you do for fun?" Pinkie asks, sitting back, smiling up to you as you resist the notion to scratch behind her ears.

They look like pets, they're very friendly and affectionate..... And they look like pets. You didn't like the feeling when a Frost Giant tried to take you home, pet you, hug you, and call you George. These guys probably wouldn't appreciate it either.

"Well, I usually work out about now, and you guys can't really uh, leave." You scratch the back of your head.

You're basically a slave owner. Just a really really nice one.

"But I have tonnes of movies you've never seen before." 'That won't scar you for life,' you think to yourself as an afterthought.

One of the other things you did was hide away all the non family friendly DVDs you have. From what you've read, and experienced so far, their homeland was incredibly child friendly.

Dash hovers close to you. "Sounds cool Anon, just make sure there's lots of fighting will ya?"

She starts to perform some pony equivalent of karate while flapping her wings to keep in the air. From what you've read it also looks like they have to put in a lot more effort into flying, as Pegasi used the abundant magic in the air of their homeland to assist them and gain greater speeds.

Some of them hop up onto the couch, others jumping back into their new beanbag chairs. Pinkie starts grabbing and handing out snacks as you look for a movie to put on. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves would do. And yes, you do own that.

You also don't want to show them the latest and greatest CGI effects, and then work your way backwards.

As the movie begins to play you head into the other room with a cool pint glass of water, getting ready to lift.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sweat runs down your forehead as you grunt, your feet trying to plant themselves through the floor as you lift, your core tensing. You love this feeling. The last few nigh impossible reps of the last set.

Throughout your workout, you can hear the muffled Disney songs through the door. When you've finished, weights clanging back into place, you head out as quietly as you can, seeing the ponies watching the tv with absolute amazement, before you continue sneaking, going to shower.

You towel yourself off, put on some different comfortable clothes before heading out and to the kitchen. By the time you've finished making yourself something to eat, the movie is ending, and you turn to see the mares.

They look happy, but are also a blubbering mess.

The ones on beanbags have all migrated to the couch, all huddled together and comforting each other as the credits play. Rarity dabs her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief. Where the hell did she get that?

You walk over to them, into their line of sight.

"Girls... Are you alright?"

"Th-that... Was THE most... Romantic thing I've, I've.... WAAAAA!" She bursts into tears, the others joining her.

You roll your eyes and move to scoop them up in your arms, unsure what's taken over you. Damn crying girls.

One of them is fairly light, but lifting all six while also not applying enough pressure to hurt them is difficult, you may as well be trying to carefully hold up a bag of cement in each arm. It becomes a lot easier as you turn to sit back on the couch, bringing them against your body as you hold them.

Over time, their crying and shivering turns into light hiccups as your hands and fingers lightly stroke over their manes and their backs while you're surrounded by comfortable softness. Luckily it turns out that they actually don't mind being treated like pets.

They're soon moving closer against you for warmth, while at the same time also trying to move back against your petting hands. Silly ponies.

"Ah've said it before and Ah'll say it again, fingers are amazin."

You move your hand to just under the rim of Applejacks hat, scratching behind her ears... She almost melts.

After a short while more of holding them, but less petting and scratches, they're now very comfortable and relaxed.

Rarity looks up at you. "So Anon, are you our Prince Charming?" She giggles, as do the others.

You notice the collar she's wearing now has the pattern of her Cutiemark stitched into it, furthering your puzzlement of where they're acquiring things. Not enough to actually enquire about it though.

"Oh yeah, a regular Prince Charming, that's me." You let them each hop off of you, allowing you to finally eat your post workout meal.

You can see that they're starting to look ever so slightly tired. They really are a lot like children.

"Alright girls, feel free to... Do whatever. I need to leave in a while..." You don't elaborate as you stand, putting the DVD back in its case and going into your bedroom, changing into something more formal.

As you're readying to leave you see each of the mares has a cup of warm milk to drink. Seriously, just like children.

"So where are you going Anon?" Dash asks.

"Ah.. Well as you already know this isn't the usual thing for Agents, especially Captains to do. I need to meet with some of the more influential people in order to sway them over, let them know I've got this handled as well as to give them any reports I need to."

And by that you mean you have to go on a date with the Directors gay twink son. You open the front door and leave, destiny awaiting.

Day 3

You unlock, open, and step through your front door. Pink glossy kiss marks are left on your neck, face, and lips, and your shirt is buttoned up all wrong. You're not sure how to feel about this. The Directors son has certainly... Changed.... Since last you saw him.

At least you've secured the ponies chances at staying here. You close the door behind you, locking it again.

It's 2 AM. You quietly creep to the second bedroom, opening the door a crack. They have a teddy bear nightlight plugged into the wall, illuminating the room enough for you to see them, all six in bed. The three huge mattresses are all pushed together, covers over them, the six ponies splayed out on top, with blankets on top of them. You daaw internally at the sight of ears twitching, and a few hooves sticking out, wiggling.

You quietly close the door before going to wash up and go to sleep yourself. You have one more day to help them settle, as much as they can be when currently their entire world is supposed to just be your home. And then you'll be on the clock again. Sent out on a moments notice.

On top of all the necessities they need, you're also going to have to buy them some luxuries, games maybe, anything to keep them from being bored as hell.

You have no idea how long this arrangement may last, so you put it out of your mind, strip, and flop into bed, pulling the covers over you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Wakey wakey eggs and horrible murder that I'm super uncomfortable with so Fluttershy had to make it please get it away from me this is horrifying!" A voice manages to sing song all of that.

You blearily open your eyes to see Pinkie pushing a tray onto your form, on top of the covers. You grunt and move to sit up in bed, exposing your naked torso from your belly button and up.

Pinkie looks horribly uncomfortable, her face reddening, sweating slightly, eyes transfixed on you.

"Uh, sorry Pinks, I guess you must be super freaked out by meat as a herbivore."

You take the tray, pulling it into a more comfortable position, getting it further away from her.

"Yes... Yes that's right." She answers, breathing deeply. She starts to slowly moonwalk out of the room. "Well I hope you like me. It. It, I hope you like it. Breakfast. Because you look delicious. It. The breakfast. It looks delicious. Umm, bye!"

She opens the door, leaps through, and slams it closed. Well.. That was nice of her.

You hungrily wolf down the tasty breakfast of champions, before getting dressed for another day of 'Look after the rare intelligent mythical creatures that apparently aren't as important as Chupacabras, Mothmen, Tooth Fairies, Skinwalkers, Mermaids, Krampus, Manticores, Weeping Angels, Zombies, Golems, Lizardmen, Splicers, Dodos, Bunyips, Yetis, Minotaurs, Chimeras, Centaurs, Thunderbirds, Cockatrice, Sirens, Sickel Weasels, Gremlins, Ya-te-veo, Griffins, Harpies, Giants, Cyclops, Wendigos, Sphynx, imps, gnomes, and a whole host of grey spindly deceptively strong things'. Seriously. Fuck all those things.

Okay, most of them are cool, but still.

You head on out to the sounds of Pinkie saying something about "super muscular and-", they turn to you.

Fluttershy hides behind her curtain of a mane. "D-did you enjoy breakfast?"

"Yeah I did, thanks Shy."

Twilight then jumps in "Well we have to try paying you back in some way, for now kindness will have to do."

The girls all smile to each other and you in what you sense may be some kind of inside joke. You chuckle a little, they're so enthusiastic.

"Well thanks. So, is there anything else you'd like? Now that I've gotten you all the things you really need, anything else I won't have to worry about getting it quickly, so we can just buy online."

You see six quizzical looks all directed at you.

"Right... Let me just show you." You say, grabbing your laptop.

A few hours later you've bought a tonne of glow in the dark space stickers for the ceiling of their room, a ridiculous amount of pampering products, a lot of famous literature, stuffed animals, and a giant exercise wheel.

Luckily you managed to hide all the bdsm stuff that surrounded the link to that last one. Looks like you'll never afford going on holiday though.

You've also set up your music system for easy access to all the super girly songs these mares actually like. You end up spending most of the day just talking and hanging out with them.

It's so comfy. You have six mares all trying to cuddle with you as you talk about your life and theirs, your arms around them, hands idly stroking through their manes.

"The worst part is I never even got to kiss a stallion. I thought I'd have my whole life ahead of me for something like that, and now I'm stuck here with you."

Four other girls all agree with her plight, voicing their own similar situation. Though you can't help but think that Rarity must be lying as she nods as well. And Dash makes a 'bleurgh noise' and acts disinterested by the whole thing.

Twilight blushes slightly, trying to clarify her statement as if not wanting to be ripped away from her home might offend you. "I-I don't mean it like that though, o-of course I'm happy to be here, it could be so much worse, it's just-"

You decide to put a stop to this before she accidentally summons a spaghetti monster.

"Twilight, it's alright, I get what you mean." There's a comfortable silence for a minute.

"Anon, are human kisses nice?" Now it's your turn to blush.

"Uh well uh, yes, I mean, kisses are always nice."

"Well I don't know about that Anon, I can't imagine kissing a Griffin would be too great." She smiles.

You forgot how easy they are with the idea of intimacy with another species, having come from a land where... Well, that just sort of happens.

"Do you think, maybe, you could give me one kiss? J-just so I know what it's like is all!" Her normally purple face becomes more red.

"Well darling that's not really fair to the rest of us is it?"

"Yeah, I want one too!" Well Dash sure changed her tune.

There's another not quite so comfortable silence for a minute... And then another... You let out a sigh. You are supposed to keep these beings content... And one chaste kiss won't change anything.

You fucking freak. You're going to kiss a pony.

"One kiss. Just so you know what it's like. It's not going to be this life changing event, it's just sort of nice." You let out another sigh.

Your heart is beating so hard. Thump, thump, thump. You can hear it in your ears your heart is pumping so hard over the idea of doing something so... Unholy?

No, it's not that bad, but it sure is gonna be weird.

Your heart beats loudly as she closes her eyes and puckers her lips. Right, they're like children. This'll be nothing. You'll barely have to do anything, and she'll probably think you've infested her with cooties, run off, and rinse her mouth out.

Your heart is beating so loud, you don't hear the knock at your door. Twilight must be in a similar boat. Pinkie however, being the sweet and oblivious to consequences pony that she is, calmly trots to the door, unlocks, and opens it.

And there stands Jenkins, holding one of your reports in his hands, probably here to complain that the information on your last report wasn't detailed enough.. Again. But come on, this isn't a school essay, he can't just tell you the minimum number of words you can use.

But that's not really the problem right now. The problem is that the door opened, and his sight landed on you, just as your lips connected with Twilights. You do barely more than move your lips against hers and suckle ever so slightly, for a meager two seconds.

You pull your head back to look at her. A few more seconds pass before her eyes manage to flutter open. She lets out a shaky breath.

"Oh... Oh my word...."

You can barely even hear her. Your peripherals notice the other ponies aren't looking at you, they're instead looking at.... Oh no.

The door closes slowly.

"Oh no...."

You lower Twilight to the couch, she seems to be... Pretty much out of it. It must be from embarrassment. Nothing else. Nope... You, however, are slightly freaking out.

No. No need to panic. This is like when a parent catches their son masturbating. They look away quick, walk out, never discuss it, but the son always cringes over the memory of it.

You sit there for five minutes, the girls, Twilight now included, asking if you're okay.

No. Jenkins is a dick.

"I'll uh, I'll be back in a while. Just need to see if... If everything's okay."

As you exit your home, the first thing you see across the hall is a printed sheet of A3 paper, laminated, stuck to the wall. 'Anon Kisses Ponies' is the title, it goes over Jenkins account of the event, and has a photo of a horse, the hue changed to purple, mouth pressed to a photo of you taken from your file, and a love heart around the two of you.

Five minutes.

You start to walk down to different open offices, finding more posters.

The fucker did this in five minutes.

Your eyes are affected by the gravitational pull of great heaving jugs. You turn to see Cassie in all her tight uniform voluptuous glory.

"I can't believe I was going to make you my booty call." She strides away, shaking her head in disappointment.

What.

WHAT?!

You start marching to Jenkins closed off office. You'll destroy him. Just one good punch, leaning all your weight into it, that should disfigure him nicely. You storm all the way to his office, raising a hand to knock at the door. You let out a long breath.

No, this is a bad idea. You can't do this. This isn't you. You're better than this..

If you're going to fuck someone up, you're going to make an entrance at least.

You take a short step back, and then bring your foot up, extending it out hard and fast, your other foot planted firmly against the ground like a mighty tree. The doorframe around the lock almost explodes from the impact, the door swinging open wildly. And there before you is Jenkins.

Balls deep in his Dodo.

Day 4

You step out of the shower, barely accomplishing drying yourself before you can no longer keep away the temptation. You look in the mirror and flex.

'Damn I'm fine.'

Since you caught Jenkins fucking the Dodo in his office, and subsequently shouting out for as many people to come look while holding the door wide open, everyone has seemingly forgotten about you kissing a pony.

Especially as Jenkins was the only witness to it. While there were many witnesses to Jenkins.... Oddity. Plus witnesses to the semen leaking Dodo as it went wild and ran out of his office, giving many unsuspecting people a fright.

It's not every day you're confronted by a thought to be extinct creature with a gaping asshole dripping cum as it squawks in panic. And hell, anyone who does remember the story of you kissing a pony would probably think it was just Jenkins trying to throw people off of his own weird sexual fancies.

Poor Dodo.

At least Jenkins was on the small side.

You spent the remainder of the evening finding every one of those pony kissing posters and tearing them down. And of course, the mares other than Twilight all kept pestering you for their own kisses.

You had to cave in. You'd get no sleep otherwise. One after another, you gave them small, two second long kisses, each of them having the same sort of reaction as Twilight. You're not sure if it's good or bad for them, or a mixture of the two.

You're also not sure if throughout the ages their Stallions just sucked at kissing, or maybe it's your vastly different biology. Like, chemicals coming together, or something. Damnit, you don't know, you mostly just punch or shoot things.

As they staggered to bed, Twilight began to mumble "You know, I'm not sure if I got the full experience of that first kiss....-" Before deciding not to risk any more and continuing to the bedroom.

Now, back in the present, you apply an odourless deodorant to yourself, having gone through the rest of your routine. You're like Patrick Bateman, if he was also concerned with not being pounced on by monsters. You don't want anything to potentially catch wind of your scent, or the scent of the chemicals in normal deodorants.

That's right. You're back on duty. Once again the girls made you breakfast in bed without even having been asked. They're really nice, taking care of you while you're supposed to be taking care of them.

You dress, and arm yourself. Stepping out to begin talking to the mares, you notice they seem more shy and bashful around you than they did before. But with your phone now going off, you don't really have the time to wonder why that is.

"Sorry girls, thanks for breakfast, but I've got to go, have a good day."

You smile to them as you leave, answering your phone.

You're soon in your van, being given the rundown of an abandoned military base whilst you're driving. Oh boy. You're pretty sure you've read about these kinds of setups before on some paranormal websites about creepypasta. Two gun toting 'innawoods' survival type campers have gone missing.

Well, one and four fifths of the campers. They did find a leg.

You find yourself bouncing in your seat a little. This is gonna be cool. And more importantly, it'll take your mind off of potentially getting the ponies taken off your hands.

And who knows what would happen to you. Being seen kissing one of them, however brief. Is a big no no. You're definitely not supposed to get sexually involved with the completely different species, that's also endangered, that you're meant to be looking after.

You haven't seen Jenkins since. No word of firing, just gone. And that was for fucking a stupid bird that would walk up to a rifle and happily get shot by it.

Obviously you should never do that in an office environment, but... Your head will start hurting if you keep thinking about this.

Just don't kiss the ponies. You let them get a taste of it, so to speak, now it's done. No more.

You look to your weapons, deciding to take your mind off of it for reals this time. Sawn off shotgun, a choice between cartridges full of rock salt or dragons breath, a flask of holy water, rosary beads, a bible, wooden stakes, silver knives, oak baton.

Hey, you never know right? Reports of, 'Some guys got killed, good luck working with that' don't exactly give you a lot of information on what you're up against.

And of course, your Glock 17, standard ammo, as well as an AS50. A super sexy sniper rifle.

Unfortunately, whatever you're up against, you're expected to bring it back alive unless the global facilities already contain a certain number of the creature. In which case, kill it before it kills you, leave no evidence behind. Joy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are officer Nick Jackof.

Your partner is off sick, and the department couldn't afford to assign you another. That's okay though, you're only a year away from retirement, and after all the medals you've earned, and cases you've solved, you've been stationed on a nice, empty, long, empty, deserted, very empty, very long, and extremely empty, section of road.

You let out a long happy sigh, it's the afternoon and you're listening to your favourite tunes on the radio. You're about to open the box of poptarts your wife Mildred made for you, when you see in your rear view mirror, an incredible sight. A van. Driving down this section of road. The road where you haven't seen any other vehicle of any description, ever.

You perk up slightly at this, might as well do your job every once in three years right? You watch as the van drives passed, going the speed limit exactly. The left tail light is busted.

Eh, might as well. You let off a short woop woop of siren as you drive after the van, which promptly slows to a crawl, and pulls over.

You step out of your car, and wiggle your belt about before striding up to the drivers side. The blackened window rolls down, to reveal a young man, sweating bullets, on the seat next to him a small mountain of tissues, all soaked with red liquid.

"Afternoon officer, is there a problem?"

"You've just got a tail light out, thought I'd let you know. I won't write you up or anything. License and registration?"

He pulls open his glove compartment, and a flood of different passports, licenses, and bricks of different currencies of paper money wrapped in cellophane fall out..... Must be a busy guy.

"Ah, h-here you go officer."

You briefly look it over. "Ah, everything looks in order here." You go to hand him back the items, ready to leave.

There's a great thump in the back of his van, followed by a moaning... You decide to hold onto his means of identity a little longer.

"... Sir, I'm going to look through the back of your van, do you mind?"

".......... No...?"

You walk to the back, and open the doors.

There you see a naked, dirty being, very tall and thin, with sinewy yet vastly powerful looking muscles. It's tied up with many steel cables, and has a head that looks halfway between a mans and a deers, including the antlers. You can see where it's dislocated its bones out, trying to escape from the steel bonds. The fingers of its hands are twice as long as you'd expect, ending in four inch long, razor sharp claws. Its legs are longer than normal, ending in hooves, making it even taller if it were to stand. The eyes are blood red as it stares into your very soul.

And it has an erection.

It opens its mouth, revealing multiple rows of jagged teeth, black drool dripping from them as it whispers.

"Come help me get the firewood."

You stare at it for a few seconds more, then slowly close the doors to the van, and walk back up to the drivers side. You hand him back his license and registration.

"Have a good day sir."

You walk back to your car, and start to reverse, and reverse, and reverse.

Mildred's getting beaten tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Anon, and fuck your shoulder hurts. Fucking Deer Men. Fucking terrifying Deer Men.

You drive back to the facility, parking your Van in a containment area. You go to meet one of the suits, one of the men in black, and you give them the rundown of what happened, and obviously the type of creature that it is.

He stares wordlessly at you. You want to reach up and poke his face. It's probably a mask.

"Well, alright, have a good day."

At that, he smiles the biggest most unnatural grin... You almost die.

And then you walk out of there. For fuck sakes, the higher ups are trying to teach them about emotions and customer relation type shit again aren't they?

Your whole body shivers at the vision of that grin being pounded into your memory forever. You could fuck Hitomi Tanaka like a runaway freight train and not cum for a year.

You enter your home.

"Hey girls, we'll talk in a second, just need to go to my whiskey room."

You try not to smile at the thought, wanting to maintain your cool guy illusion.

The whiskey room is a tiny coat room. With a single light bulb hanging from a string. A stool. A table. A sewing kit. A lighter. And a bottle of whiskey. It's where you go to patch up your wounds and feel like the biggest badass in the world.

As you make the slightest of turns however.

"GAAAASP!!"

The six mares are all over you, moving you towards the couch.

"Now you just lay right there mister! Um, if you want to, that is."

What?

"Oh my that looks so painful, you're being a brave colt to endure this."

The girls strip you of the upper half of your clothes, and you feel rivers of blood trickle down from your right shoulder blade.

"It's fine, I can do it myse-"

"There there Anon, it's okay...." Pinkie lightly strokes your head.

"Really, I can-"

"I'll put some hot chocolate on for him."

"I'll grab his blankets!"

Rarity and Dash both make their intentions known as Fluttershy is already starting to do what you would usually do. Except without leaving a jaggedy sewing pattern from trying to stitch your own back.

"Ah'll get the marshmallows, Twi?"

"Way ahead of you." She smiles and zips off.

You're soon patched up, holding a mug of hot chocolate, marshmallows floating in it, covers lightly draped around you, Twilight placing plasters with smiles on them over the smallest of scrapes you have, and kissing each of the 'booboos' better. The beginning of Lady and the Tramp starts to play on the tv as you're once again surrounded by soft cuddling poines.

"I'm a man damnit..." You grumble.

Pinkie slides the stem of a flower through the locks of your hair, the blurry redness of the flower petals seen from the corner of your peripheral vision.

"A manly man..."

Author's Note

As you can probably tell, this is going to include some conspiracy and paranormal type elements.

Dating Ponies

Day 5

You wake up. Apparently you fell asleep on the couch, as did the girls. This is evident due to the fact that you're covered in a blanket of sleeping, soft, cuddly ponies, nuzzled up to your sides, your legs, laying over your torso... And Pinkie is nestled between your legs. Face against your crotch as she slowly breathes in and out.

Well... Lets just hope you didn't grow hard at any point during the night.

You carefully extract yourself from the sleeping ponies, removing your limbs out of their grips, one at a time, laying them on the couch away from you. After six goes at this, you're finally free.

It's another work day, so you eat, and decide to leave before you have a chance to accidentally wake them. Tomorrow will be the day when everything is normal and you won't have conflicting feelings over these adorable sweet ponies.

Yeah, tomorrow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Pinkie.

"Gosh darn, that was the best nights sleep ever." AJ sighs happily.

"My goodness he's so comfy, better than the beds at Canterlot." Rarity beams.

"Psh, forget that, he's comfier than clouds!" Dashies voice cracks halfway through.

"I know girls, it was heaven. He radiates warmth, and that scent!" Twilight shivers.

"And he was booping me throughout the entire night!"

You smile wide, you knew you picked the best sleeping spot. And if Twilight thinks the scent by his chest was good... You shiver in place, tongue lolling out just from the memory.

"Oh yeah that's the good stuff...."

The others look at you strangely. Like they don't know what you're talking about.

"So, um, what are we going to do? I mean... He's really nice, and kind, and sweet..." Fluttershy blushes.

"And he's got a huge-"

"And them kisses? Ah thought ah could only feel like that when ahm in heat!" Applejack starts to fan herself with her hat.

"And he's got a massive-"

"And so handsome! I never thought I could look at someone that wasn't a pony and feel so... I mean... What a hunk right?!" Rarity exclaims brightly. The others all nod their heads and smile in return.

"And he's got a giant-"

"So girls, what are we going to do about this? We obviously feel... Something for him. We live with him, he's wonderful, do you think we should.... Try to see where this might lead, and help him get over this species gap between us?" Twilight asks.

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!"

You pant for breath, before looking around to bemused faces.

"Pinkie darling, this isn't the time for one of your random outbursts. We need to come up with a plan. He just needs a little... Push, in the right direction."

"Who knows girls, we might end up better off than in Equestria, a colt-friend, er, human, man, friend, to give us belly rubs and call us pretty ponies!" Twilight squees and clops her hooves together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Anon, coming back to your home after having run around like a headless chicken, chasing after and catching Jackalopes all day. As you open the door, you see that the lights have been dimmed, but not turned off.

"Girls?" You call out.

You would think that they'd dimmed the lights to better watch a movie, except you can see the couch and tv right there, no one sat down, tv off.

"Oh, good evening Anon."

At that, candles light up around the room, particularly around the kitchen area. You don't even own any candles. You wonder if you'll end up regretting teaching them of online shopping. At least you put all the child safety locks on your laptop... And all your porn is hidden in a file called 'Boring documents'.

The perfect crime.

"Uh, hey girls, you have a good day?"

With more light you can now easily see Flutters and Dash flying up to you, as Rarity titters.

"Oh no darling, how was your day? You're the one who had to go out and work so hard for us."

Flutters and Dash help you out of your jacket, hanging it up, as well as unstrapping gear from you, placing it on a table. Gentle pushing moves you closer to the others.

"Oh well, you know, same old stuff."

Applejack lightly pushes you back into a chair. It's now you notice.... Are they wearing dresses? And makeup? What?

"Now now shugacube, you don't have to hold back with us. Come on, how was your day?"

She takes off your right shoe, and Pinkie your left, then taking off your socks. Twilight magics a soft lowdown stool you've never seen before beneath your heels. The two earth pony girls start to gently massage the soles of your feet.

"Well... It was kind of tough actually."

"Oh I bet it was darling, our poor Anon, working so hard, you don't get the respect you deserve." Rarity stands on her back hooves, nuzzling into your side lightly.

"Well... Yeah actually. I always bring my A game, always achieve results, but my bosses never even thank me."

"My poor Anon..."

With you sat down, and her stood on her back hooves and leaning against you, she's just tall enough to kiss your cheek... This is actually kind of nice... Fluttershy rests her head against your thigh, looking up at you, her expression one of bliss, her mane hanging across your legs.

"Dinner will be ready soon honey, you just relax." H-honey?

Pinkie and AJ smile up to you as well as they massage your feet, Pinkie quietly giggling at feeling your toes. Dash hovers behind you, hooves massaging around the top of your shoulders and neck.

"Damn Anon, you're real muscular you know that? Our big strong man."

"Th-thanks."

Fluttershy gently flaps her way to the oven, and with you feeling thoroughly more relaxed, your dinner is plated and set in front of you on the table. Your chair is tucked in while you're still sat down, and soon you have six cute mares sat mostly across from you, a few candles between you.

You all eat as they occasionally ask you questions about your day, you compliment Shy for the dinner, and their eyes seem to sparkle as they look actually, genuinely interested in your thoughts and feelings.

After dinner, you find yourself on the couch with six mares, lightly hugging them, petting them, hearing soft coos coming from their lips. You don't even have the tv on.

As the evening winds down to night, they start to stand.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening Anon." Rarity smiles, kissing your cheek, catching the corner of your lips.

"Y-you too."

One by one, they each give you a soft kiss on your cheeks, just barely brushing against your lips, each blushing after the action. Pinkie lets out a "boop" as she kisses your nose as well, and one after the other they trot to their room, leaving you alone to think on things.

Oh God. That was nice.... That was really nice... That was better than any date, any kind of interaction you've ever even had with a woman.

You can't do this. It's bad for your job. And they're little fucking brightly coloured ponies. That are incredibly sweet. Cute and pretty. With big butts. No. Bad Anon....

.....You're going to end up fucking them aren't you?

Day 6

You wake up, already feeling confused. Your brain has switched on straight away, you're highly alert, and remembering all of last night.

Maybe.... It wasn't as... Romantic, as you thought it was? Maybe you were somehow getting the wrong signals from being doted on affectionately the entire evening, by girls that had dressed to look their best for you and each kissing you goodnight.

Yeah, that's probably it.

You shower and change, stepping out of your bedroom.

"Hi honey, ready for breakfast?" Fluttershy smiles at you, flapping to get to your height, and pecking your cheek softly.

"Uh... Yes please."

What's happened? A few days ago they were a lot more shy about these things. Now the tables have flipped completely.

You're led out to eat breakfast on the couch, a pony cuddled up either side of you, Pinkie and AJ. Twilight trots to you.

"Here's the paper Anon." She smiles.

"Paper, I... What?"

"Oh, I took the liberty of using your intercom system to make sure the runners knew to start bringing a newspaper to your door every day."

You... Didn't even know the facility had these things.

"Ah, thanks Twilight." You reach out, petting her, and lightly scratching beneath her ear. She steps towards you, resting her head on your thigh, her ears flicking.

"Mmm, anything for my man..."

Either you're retarded or these ponies absolutely have a thing for you, and want to make it a reality. But still, you might just be retarded. Can't forget that option.

"Thanks girls, for all this, this is uh... Amazing of you really."

You hope that will sate them. M-maybe they're just being super friendly?

Day 16

They're not just being super friendly. Every morning and evening has pretty much been the same. They show you so much care and affection. It would probably be tiring for them, frustrating even, if there weren't six of them to all do their part. Instead it looks like they're not having to put any effort into the things they do for you. They're just that wonderful. And luckily they're more than sated by the touch of your hands. Still, that's not all you do now.

At some point, the kisses on your cheek, just catching your lips, before they went to bed, migrated further, until they were just full on kissing your lips... You kissed back.

You then started to give them the two second long kisses that left them looking completely blissful. And then, from their encouragement, the kisses lasted longer.

For the past three nights, you've been kissing them each for around ten seconds long. You can't even kid yourself anymore. This isn't for them. This is for you. You want to kiss them and take their breath away.

And now it's the morning of your sixteenth day with them. Pinkie taps her front hooves together, looking nervous as she tries to come up with some sort of explanation.

"I just think, in the interest of group morale, as well as to uh, keep our lips well exercised.... We should probably start kissing in the morning too. Not just because I want to, b-but because-"

"Okay."

Your fingers sink into the fur covered warm flesh of her rump, squeezing softly as you lift her up, bringing her close to you. Her eyelids sink closed as her front hooves touch your chest.

Your lips press against hers as you begin kissing, lightly sucking. She tastes like cotton candy; of course, but without any of the stickiness. She kisses back as she leans into you, soft cute moans vibrating over your lips. Her big curly frizzy mane rubs against your forehead as you deepen the kiss... While you want to continue it, you don't know where you'd stop, and you're still pretty hung up on the whole bestiality thing.

You break the kiss, and you see her lower lip tremble. Her eyes flutter to open, before she slowly stumbles away from you, then collapses onto her back on the couch, whimpering slightly, left back hoof twitching.

"Darling... It isn't polite to keep a lady waiting."

Of course. Your arms wrap around her. She prefers being surrounded by your muscle.

She barely lets out an "Oh you brute" before you start to kiss her deeply.

Your tongue parts her lips and slides inside, playing with her own. She presses herself as close to you as she can as you hold the back of her head. When you release her from the kiss, a strand of saliva connects your lips.

"Only you can touch my mane darling... Only you..." Her voice fades away as her body slides down next to Pinkies.

You see a very needy looking Twilight. Your hands lift her just under her... Armpits? Front legpits? Either way this is how she likes it best. You kiss her softly, for a second, before backing off. She tries to gaze into your eyes for as long as she can. You move back in for a two second kiss, before breaking it again. She keeps trying to gaze back, eyelids beginning to fall. You move forwards again, kissing her hard, and deliberately grunting into her mouth. That's it, she's done for.

She's draped against your body as her back hooves give out, and as she slides down, you lean over more and more, kissing and pecking her lips again and again before you're hunched over. Twilight almost falls to the floor before you hold her again, lifting her like a child, and placing her completely out of it form on the couch.

Applejack climbs up into your lap. "Yah, yah don't mind do ya?"

You smile back assuringly. "Go ahead."

You actually find this the hottest. She leans right up close to you, both of your mouths open. As she breathes in, you breathe out, sharing breath. She shivers, but tries to stay as still as she can. You keep breathing each others breath as her head draws closer and closer. With your mouth open, she pushes forwards, and her lips connect... With your tongue.

She sucks your tongue deeper into her mouth, playing with your tongue with her own, while your hands start to squeeze and knead her big booty. She makes lewd sounds from her suckling, and moaning. You then crash your lips against hers, kissing her hungrily with your tongue in her mouth. And she's out... You lay her next to you, drool running down her cheeks and chin.

Dash lays on the floor, looking helpless. You know what she likes. You lift her up, cradling her in your arms effortlessly. As you hold her up, you kiss her delicately. Your lips only part enough to whisper.

"You're such a girly pony."

"So pretty."

"You'd look beautiful in a dress."

Between each compliment, your lips lightly suckle against hers, soft smacking sounds adding to the scene. A hand meanwhile lightly plays with the fluff on her chest. As she struggles to take more, you lower her to the couch while still kissing her.

"What a pretty Princess..."

That did it... And now for Fluttershy. She hovers up to you, and you pretend to have your hands tied behind your back.

"Th-that's right, take it." She kisses your nose. "Take it all, you, you handsome man."

Her kisses migrate around your face, her body seeming to grow heavier as her wings struggle more and more to keep her up. Her soft, slightly wet lips pucker up as they kiss across your cheeks, temples, forehead, eyelids, jawline, and nose. As her lips land on yours, you hold the back of her head and kiss her back passionately. As she squees and soon goes limp, you stand, and place her body where you were sat.

Some of their requests are a little odd, but it's not like you don't kiss them more normally as well. As you strap some equipment to yourself and throw on your jacket, you look to them, one by one starting to regain control of their senses.

You can't keep this up. It's wrong.... You'll talk to them tonight about it... And you won't get distracted by those big pony asses, or those dazzling expressive eyes and plump pouty lips.

Nope.

The evening of day 16

"If there's somethin strange! Doo doo, In ya neighbourhood. Doo doo." You lightly kick your legs forward with each step. "Who ya gonna call?" Your head bobs back and forth, your torso gyrating side to side. "Ghost Bus-"

A fat, balding, see-through, green glowing man, with slashes down his chest and face, the upper half of his patients gown torn to ribbons, lunges at you. Your boom stick booms out as you send a load of rock salt smashing through his body. He evaporates into thin air with a wailing howl of torment. You pump the shotgun, expending a round to clink onto the floor...

"... Busters doo be doo ba doo." You continue singing and dance walking as you travel down the hallway, always on the lookout.

Now this is what you love. Poltergeists... Can't catch them, they're never endangered, and everyone hates them.

There's none of that 'Oh, can you try and safely bring back this fast as fuck creature that's used to killing gun wielding humans?'

Nope. Whenever you're told to go to a closed, run down asylum, hospital, orphanage, or any of the other cliches, you know you're gonna be in for a fun night of uncensored killing. Helps take your mind off how you're going to broach the subject of 'I should probably stop playing tongue twister with the six of you ponies' too.

You trudge up and down the hallways, searching every room... Alas, all good things come to an end. You open up your bible and shout out loudly, voice echoing down the halls as you perform an exorcism.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Nick Jackof.

Your superiors didn't understand why you wanted to be moved from your regular section. After all, it was the quietest area on the books. Or off the books really. There's never anything to report. But with all you've done for the city, they still tried to find another place you could be stationed at.

Your partner is sick again, the damn weakling. Back in your day, you'd be thankful to get sick, it would take your mind off of all you had to do in 'Nam. You haven't missed a day of police work in... Ever.

Oh well, more of Mildreds' apple pie for you. You open the box, when you hear strange booming sounds coming from the old abandoned Asylum that's sat on top of the hill. You're already parked at the outskirts of the city, no one ever drives up here, it's a single road... It's probably some darn kids... Might as well check it out.

As you drive passed the gates... Weren't those supposed to be locked? You look over the blackened walls of the Asylum, trying to see if there's any light coming from inside. You park the car near the front doors, just before the window above them bursts out.

Two men land right on the hood of your car, making the back end jump. You then notice that one of them is more than just a man. He's a towering brute, wearing little more than rags, allowing you to see his mismatched body, like he was sewn together. It roars out, the third arm that comes out of its side strangling the normal looking man beneath him, its other two mismatched arms beating down on him.

The guy below punches up, a clanging echo sounding out. The creature falls to the side, still on the now dented hood of your car. The man rolls on top of it, brutally punching its face in multiple times, blood splattering outwards as the face and skull are caved in by the golden knuckle dusters he wears.

You can hear him pant as he drags the body off, letting it fall in a crippled heap on the floor. The body shines from the centre, and a dozen green glowing, see-through people fly out, soaring upwards, where a brilliant white crack opens up in the sky, a tear in the fabric of reality, swallowing them in a symphony of whirling sound, before closing.

The man looks to you.

"....Er, This isn't what it looks like..."

You slowly reverse, and reverse, and reverse, back the way you came.

Mildred's getting beaten tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Anon, and it just had to be Frankenstein-esque experiments didn't it. No wonder all those apparitions were pissed.

.....You just realise you've killed one of the very few examples of a being that has been brought back to life via scientific means.... Eh, wasn't in the report so they don't know. And if they don't know, you don't have to care. You drag it by its giant feet, back into the asylum.

You then walk to your van, starting to whistle a happy tune as you grab what you need, then stride back inside, dousing as much of the place as you can with what you can carry in the two huge jerrycans. You place the two now empty, significantly lighter jerrycans back in the van, and you grab a cigarette, lighting it up.

You don't actually smoke, it'll just look cool. You stand before the trail of liquid that glimmers... And flick the cigarette...

And miss.

You try another two times, but it's okay, because in that time you thought of a badass line.

"Smoking'll kill ya." It connects, and the trail lights up, racing towards the Asylum "See you in hell."

You hold back a giggle and a little jump, wanting to remain badass, before you get back into your van and drive away, every once in a while checking your mirror to see the raging inferno.

"Looks like I brought the heat." Okay that's enough.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Arriving home, you go through your new routine. Namely, whatever the girls are willing to do for you.

You're laying back on the couch as six mares dote on you while asking about your day. You regale them with your story, but as you get to the part where you fly out the window, they let out a collective gasp.

"Darling no! Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine Rarity, like all the other times, it's just part of the job."

As you go on though...

"That's it mister, you obviously must be hurt, and we're going to make you feel better, right girls?"

Assertive Fluttershy is hot. In a cute non-sexual way you mean.

You feel mouths nipping at you as they slowly try and reveal your torso. You lean up on your elbows, helping them. As you soon lay back, upper body fully on display, you can see their cheeks redden. However the bruises on your chest still worry them. Can't exactly stitch a bruise, they'll probably get you an ice pack or... Oh.

Kissing your booboos will probably help. You gulp as they kiss your muscled torso, sucking slightly with each kiss. They're obviously not just focusing on the bruised areas, plump, soft lips dancing over your flesh.. Fuck... You must be part God, or magic, or something, to have stopped your cock from bursting through your pants by now. You grunt slightly.

"W-will you promise to be, um, more careful in the future?" Fluttershy asks before Dash interrupts.

"Are you kidding?! Look at him, he doesn't need to be careful, he could fight his way out of anything." She smiles, her hooves lightly pressing into and roaming around your bicep. You can't help it, you raise and flex your arms, and tighten your stomach.

"Oh sweet Celestia...."

They all have similar reactions, eyes trying to take in as much of you as they can.

"You're simply divine darling."

"Could punch straight through an apple tree."

"Anon you're just so yummy."

You know you have a good body. You're satisfied with your life. You're happy with your job. But this... It's like nothing you've ever had before.

They bury themselves into you, cuddling, feeling, and lightly kissing as much of your torso as possible while you pet and caress them in return. You know you're going to regret this but... If anyone found out about this.... You're done. No more working here, the possibility of disappearing off the face of the Earth, no more ponies... Ponies would be split up... Bad news for everyone. The regret is already seeping in as you let out a sigh.

"Girls?" At your tone of voice they move back, looking to you, ready to hear what you have to say.

"This has all been... Honestly, just amazing... But, I think we need to talk about... This." You gesture with your hands to what's going on.

Twilight sighs as well. "I know this had to come up at some point and... It's okay, of course we have to talk about it. We can't just keep going as we have, pretending that everything's alright. This situation isn't fair, to any of us. We don't want to just play with your feelings, have ours in turn being played with, and end up being hurt by this, so.... We need to stop with how we've been acting. We can't just kiss and be held by you, and dote on you, it needs to stop."

Damn... In the back of your mind you were hoping they'd just tell you to shut up or something.

"We need to make it clear that we really care for you and want you with us as much as possible. And we need to set some rules between us so we won't end up fighting over you or end up jealous of each other. So, what do you say, want to start a real relationship with us, and be our Special Somepony?"

"Manfriend."

"Thanks Pinkie. Manfriend?"

Six pairs of hopeful bright eyes gaze back at you, and you can feel their tails lightly brushing against you as they slowly trail back and forth......

"Yes."

Day 17

You wake up, feeling slightly nervous, but happy, over the brief conversation you had last night. The girls wanted to talk with each other in private after that. So you decided to go to bed after giving each of them a more prolonged, deep kiss. You felt like a King with how dreamy eyed you left them, panting on the couch.

As you start to go through your morning routine, you wonder what they might have talked about.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Pinkie Pie.

Once all the girls are sufficiently alert, after those yummy, mouth watering, knee trembling.... Mmmm... Kisses... Twilight begins to speak.

"So, I think we all know what we need to talk about... If this relationship is going to advance, at some point we need to talk about..." She blushes. "Sexual relations."

"Dibs on the dick!"

"Pinkie! This is supposed to help us to NOT get jealous of one another."

"Dibs, dibs, dibs on the dick!"

Fluttershy lightly trots to you.

"Umm, if it's not too much uh, trouble, Pinkie, uh, if you wouldn't mind, could you please um, back the fuck up?"

"Come on girls." Twilight groans. "As you can see, I've drawn up some charts. Now I think as humans tend to use weeks, as you can see on this chart, we should each have a separate day where each of us can, well, go all the way with him.... The others will be free to ah, watch if they wish, kiss and cuddle, but the act of penis in vagina goes solely to the mare whose day it's on."

She looks very happy with how her presentation is going so far.

"So, unless there are any particular days you'd prefer, lets just go by alphabetical order, so, Monday will be for Applejack, Tuesday for Dash, Wednesday for Fluttershy, Thursday for Pinkie, Friday for Rarity, and Weekend will be for me, Twilight!" She beams. "Now onto the business of-"

"Uh shugacube? Aint these human week things seven days long?"

Twilight stops in her tracks for a moment.

"Oh, uh, are they? Ah ha, silly me, I must have counted the weekend as being one day, uhh... So Saturday will be for me, and Sunday will be on a rotation, and can also be given up to any other if that pony wishes."

"I'll never give up the dick!"

"And, well, that's your right Pinkie. Soo anyway. Next up, snuggle time. I think we can all agree that he's been very generous with his hands, hasn't left any of us out, and he's big enough that we can all cuddle him at once right?"

There are nods and 'mhmms' all around.

"Big enough? You don't know the half of it Twi."

You raise your eyebrows up and down, wink, and nudge the ponies either side of you.

"Darling, are you having a stroke?"

"Urgh come on, I'm trying to tell you that he has a massive-"

"Pinkie please, can you stop interrupting?" Twilight sighs as you sit on your flank, pout, and cross your hooves.

"Now I think it's fair to say that he smells, and tastes, absolutely wonderful?"

Again, nodding aplenty as you grumble. "Not as good as his dick..."

"Well I've been looking up items on the internet to see if we can make him even tastier to the senses... If you can even imagine such a thing. Now his diet is great already, and unfortunately I couldn't get all the information I wanted due to some locked content, but I've placed orders for different things we should give to him for the..."

She taps her hoof on her chin.

"I think it was the holy grail of taste or something? I couldn't get to the more detailed images due to the locks. But still, L-Arginine, Soya Lecithin Granules, and Zinc with added Selenium. We'll also give him some more veggies like Celery, fruits like pineapple, and make sure to give him lots of water."

"Gee Twi, you think of everythin." AJ smiles and Twilight blushes at the compliment.

"Hey Twilight, can I use the laptop more?"

She shrugs, "Well of course Pinkie, you don't have to ask me for permission."

"Now, lets continue with..." She shivers in place and smiles. "Belly rubs."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Anon once more, having completed your morning routine.

The girls fed you as usual, and at their insistence, you kissed them one after another while they layed back, and you rubbed and caressed their soft tummies. You can't help but feel like a sex God as you have to do so little to satisfy them so much. As you left for work Pinkie was muttering something about 'The D' while her hind legs kicked, and her tongue hung out of her mouth.

According to your reports, a cargo train is leaving a station, and on it are a host of mythical creatures. No reports as to what those will actually be, and no accurate data as to which train they will be on; even with detection devices. This means that the creatures can't have any magical, radioactive, or thermal signatures. And you can't just wait for trains to pull up at the station, open the doors and let whatever's held inside storm out while there's a tonne of people on the platforms.

So different high level agents will be going after different trains. Which means you're currently sat on a motorbike, on the city outskirts, behind some bushes. Waiting... With a huge pair of warm fleshy juggs squashing against your back. Cassie's here too.

You let out a breath of air. You've been waiting like this for ten minutes, with her arms around your waist. She doesn't want to be caught unaware, always ready to go. It probably helps that she no longer thinks you've been kissing ponies.

You can feel her juggs press against you a little more, and pull back ever so slightly, with each breath she takes. You glance at the small mirror on the bike. You definitely didn't position it so you can see her huge round shelf of a booty. Nope.

Jesus, control yourself man.....

...Looking never hurt.

You can hear the piston like rumbling of a train approaching. As the train rumbles passed, and ahead of you, you rev up the engine and accelerate, starting to follow.

After a brief minute of following, you accelerate faster, catching up to the train and then getting alongside it. You move further and further alongside, and you feel those massive udders squash hard against your back.

"You ready?!" You shout over the wind.

Her body heat leaves you as she stands, hands on your shoulder and head for more balance as she stands on top of the bike seat, then leaps to the side of the train. The push of her feet causes you to drift away from the train slightly. Her hands grip onto the side, before she pulls herself on top.

She looks at you expectantly as her hair whips around in the wind. You draw the bike up to the side of the train, and slowly, shakily stand, while keeping your hands on the bars, accelerating and keeping it steady. Fuck, this is a lot more difficult than what she had to do.

The fear of having your head crack into rocks at 50 miles an hour keeps you and the bike steady. Well, here goes.

You launch yourself to the train. Immediately the bike falls, and starts to flip. It seemingly disintegrates more and more with each flip, slamming into the hard rocky ground, bits of metal flying as it's wrecked. You don't actually see this however as you get a face full of train, slamming into the side of it. Your hands managed to catch onto the top, and so you haul yourself up. You look behind at the dust cloud that's formed from the shattered bike, before turning.

You and Cassie both crouch walk over the cargo holds, moving towards the front of the train and the two carriages for human travellers. As you walk across, your feet feel like they're on fire, your mind swirls with thoughts of suicide, your stomach lurches, and the skies fade to black.

Oh yeah, this is the right train. As you step onto the passenger carriage all thoughts, feelings, and visions drift away.

The two of you stand above a hatch, both taking a deep breath.

You burst through.

Your booted foot kicks into a mans face, making a crunching sound as you break his nose. You lunge towards the next, sending your left foot into his solar plexus, letting the momentum carry your body forwards more as your foot comes down, and then turn to land a hook with your right fist while stepping forwards. Cassie jumps down as well, promptly sprinting in the other direction, engaging the men on that side. The two of you swiftly clear the first carriage, before running to the next.

By the time you get to the engine room your knuckles ache so good. You elbow the driver in the temple, knocking him out, before setting the trains speed to about 30. Time to check on the goods.

You walk through carriages, stepping out into open air and over the connectors for each one, before you get to the first cargo hold. You open up the bolted from the outside metal door, and you and Cassie peak in. You stare into the abyss.

And it glares back.

Eldritch horrors meet your gaze, the writhing mess of abominations wrapped with chains used to anchor the biggest of ships. You see the chains and shackles glow slightly, from the runes that have been etched and then painted into the metal.

At least you don't have to worry about them escaping. These powerful spells can only be disrupted if the link between them and the casters have been cut, like if they were extremely far away, or if you had knocked them out.

........Oh.

The groaning of metal as thick as your wrist, being pulled on, stretched, and slowly broken, sounds out. Cassie is already on her ear piece. While you've been staring, she's been frantically telling them the situation.

"Please advise." She finishes, wondering what the hell could possibly be done to not unleash a constantly growing with power, growing with size, growing with wrath, trainload of terrifying, unworldly, physics defying monsters.

Her eyes open wide as she sees you, arm cocked back, a split second from throwing...

Looped belt of pipe bombs in your hand.

As the munitions leave your hand, you slam the door closed, and pull a shocked Cassie back. You need to be fucking quick.

You yank out the connector from the cargo hold to the carriage, the cargo hold very slowly starting to drift behind. You grip Cassies wrist, and sprint.

You soon burst into the engine room, and slam the controls back up to the max limit of fifty miles an hour... And then you wait.

There's a gargantuan explosion, and looking out the doorway you see the back carriage that's still connected, get ripped up from the tracks and thrown back to the explosive vortex that's forming, some terrible chain reaction beginning. And then the one right next to you is torn in half.

It's a lot easier to view now as you see the cargo holds blow up in a fiery inferno, electricity striking up into the sky, more and more explosions rumbling out, the train tracks being bent upwards and torn from the ground. All air and sound are sucked away, and the rest of the carriage you're looking through is crunched flat from an unseen angry energy. And then half of the engine room that you're stood in is crushed as well, before being ripped away and thrown back into the vortex.

All at once, seemingly everything that's in front of you explodes in a ball of fire and rage. Screaming faces swirl around trying to escape from the ball of energy, before it burns away, and everything seems to stop. The engine has failed, and what's left of the front of the train starts to slow down. You stare into the abyss....

And it doesn't stare back.

You're instead looking into the biggest crater you've ever seen, perfectly cut, like God just decided to take a big scoop out of the Earth, with no regards to anything else that might have been in the way. The earth is scorched and there are a few small fires. Your hair has been blown back.

You shakily turn towards Cassie, her hair blown back as well. Time to impress her with a badass line.

"I think I just pissed myself."

...She stands there, eyes wide, looking at you, before slightly shaking her head.

"Well then... We should get you out of those wet clothes."

What?

She steps towards you, lips parted as she breathes, her great heaving juggs squashing against you.

"Uh, uhh..."

You want this... Or rather, you did want this. But this wouldn't be fair to the girls waiting for you at home. Her hands slowly grip your ass. You can see the delight in her eyes as she breathes heavier, before they gently close. She stands on her tiptoes, leaning up towards you, big thick lips trembling slightly.....

"I can't."

Her eyes snap open.

"What?"

"I... I can't."

She takes a small step back from you.

"And why's that?"

Fuck, she wants an actual reason? ....Ah hell, you need to make it a good one, she might suddenly remember the pony kissing story and think it's that.

"Well... I'm in a relationship."

"With who?" She asks, an eyebrow raised.

Fuck, okay, who could you possibly be in a relationship with, when you never go anywhere except on missions?

"...The Directors gay son."

Why?

"Oh... So you're gay."

"Well, no actually, I'm not gay, I mean, he used to just be a bit feminine, now, I mean, he looks like a really girly girl."

"He still has a dick Anon. That's gay."

"That's..... How I like my girls?"

The train finally slows to a stop. She turns from you wordlessly and sits on the edge of the half destroyed engine room. So now you just have to wait, with her, to be picked up by someone.

Great.

Fucking Ponies

Day 26

After an hour long, awkward wait, you were picked up and dropped off back at the facility. The Suits stayed behind to survey the scene, detect any lingering presences, and to think of an ordinary, non-global panicking reason for the enormous crater left behind. They'll probably blame a weather balloon.

You spent that evening cuddling and kissing the girls, and eating and drinking what they gave you. Day after day was spent doing mostly the same, but it never got boring for any of you. The girls were starting to look more antsy about something though.

Now, it's morning, and you're leaving your bedroom wearing more casual clothes. As you're pampered with kisses and hugs, sat between your girlfriends, a plate of food is levitated into your lap. You've been eating and drinking whatever they give you, as so far they seem to have had a good insight into your dietary needs. As you finish up, it's all levitated over to the sink, glowing with magic.

"So, what would you girls like to do? I've got the day off."

They seem to grow quiet and reserved at that, before Twilight blushes hard.

"Well... We'd like to move the relationship between us forwards a bit... And, we think it should start with um... Well, it's Saturday you see, so... How about you and I start things off with some light kissing?"

You're not sure what she means by that.

"I don't know what significance Saturday has with things, but it's actually Sunday."

At this, all hell breaks loose.

"Ah should be first, if we's gonna be doin this alphaspaghetti-whatsit, then A is for Applejack!"

"Well I'm the one who worked so hard to come up with this system anyway, so it should be my turn first!"

"Darling you wouldn't even be in this position if it wasn't for my expert flirting to get the ball rolling!"

"Well I'm obviously the most athletic pony here, you girls probably couldn't even keep up with him!"

As the argument goes from one to the other, all eyes fall on Flutters. "Oh um, and, I'm Fluttershy..."

Twilight speaks up yet again. "We're never going to get anything done like this, so lets put it to a vote. I vote for me!" She raises her hoof, then looks around, seeing no-one else has voted for her. "Anon! You're in this as well, are you going to vote for me?!"

"Wh-what am I even voting-"

"We're voting on who is the most purple!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Pinkie Pie, and Anon looks flustered.

"Well, in that case I'd have to vote for y-"

"Don't fall for it shugacube! She's tryin ta trick ya with her fancy magic! Quick Anon, I vote for me, and we're voting on who has the best hat!"

The girls keep arguing, and poor sexy Anon doesn't know what to do.

"I vote for Fluttershy!" All at once the voices stop, and all eyes are on you.

Twilight's the first to speak. "Fluttershy? But... Why?"

"I just think she'd look really cute taking the dick."

They blush slightly at that, before begrudgingly agreeing.

"Wait, what?"

Oh that's right, Anon doesn't know what you're talking about.

"We want you to start fucking us and were arguing over who should be the first to be fucked silly by you. Fluttershy's first. So can we all go to your bedroom to watch?"

He and Fluttershy are both blushing hard.

"Well uh... Yeah.. Sure.. Yes.."

You see his Adams apple move up and down as he swallows. Those wonderful hands squeeze into Fluttershys' flanks as he lifts her up, almost effortlessly... He's so strong...

The five of you eagerly follow him into the bedroom as he lays Fluttershy down, and starts to strip. The sight of his upper body makes your knees go weak. But knowing that this time he'll be showing you even more makes it even hotter.

He takes off the lower half of his clothing, and you see a smaller version of what he just took off over his butt and crotch. Why do humans wear so many clothes? TAKE IT OFF ALREADY!

He takes a deep breath, and all of you hold yours as he slides the material down... And a massive fat throbbing cock comes springing out. His huge prize winning chicken eggs hang down low in a fleshy sack.

"I TOLD you he has a huge dick!"

You smile proudly before Dash then shouts "No you didn't! I think we would have remembered something like that!"

Fluttershy whimpers and blushes as she looks up at it, the pole of meat throbbing above her.

"I-it's so.... Wide..."

His colossal pony pussy taming dick twitches at that, and his hands, slightly trembling, reach for her hind legs, parting them to look at her sweet little pussy. Is he... Going to fuck her with her laying on her back like that? He's so kinky...

A fingertip slowly trails up along her pussy as she whimpers and moans cutely.

"Um, I know you want to um, be comfortable with me... A-and any other time I'd love for you to um, feel me with your hands, but, well... I've been waiting for this for quite a while, so, if you wouldn't mind, can you start fucking me? I-I need it..."

You see him gulp again as his large body dwarfs her, huge dick lightly pressing against her. He looks nervous... You don't know if it's his first time, but it's definitely his first time with a pony.

"Okay. You just... You just tell me if I'm doing anything you don't like okay?"

"Um... I don't like that your dick isn't in me." She blushes.

He blushes slightly as well at that, and starts to push while his hands hold her hips, keeping her still so his huge battering ram doesn't just push her away. It's a good thing you're all such great friends. Fluttershy probably wouldn't let you watch otherwise.

As the five of you pant through open mouths, your breath gently blasts around his hips and tremendous dick as you're all crowding around to watch up close. You watch him stretching her open, slowly resizing her as more and more of him enters. Fluttershy rocks her head from side to side, squeaking and panting, but her front hooves hold his wrists, pulling, to let him know she still wants more.

He stops. "Shy? I think I'm at your hymen now, are you.. Are you ready?"

She gasps and lets out another cute moan, before taking a few breaths.

"You... You already went through my hymen... That's my cervix... Keep going... Please."

He looks surprised at this. Human girls mustn't like that. And most stallions when fully hilted would be pushing against, or stretching the cervix just a little. You look to the rest of Anons' veiny log of meat, still throbbing in the open air... You sure lucked out.

He keeps on pushing, his grip on her tightening slightly as he moves. He must be really stretching her cervix open to get passed it. Fluttershys' back hooves kick and twitch as he keeps going, her moans coming out high pitched... You watch as he fully inserts himself, and stays buried deep inside her.

She pants for breath. "You're... You're brushing the back of my womb..."

He grunts, and looks surprised again. You change positions to see Fluttershys' pussy winking and clenching, kissing and tightening around the base of his fuckmeat. You guess human women can't do that either.

He draws his massive cock slowly out of her. It looks even more delicious when dripping wet. And then he thrusts forwards, filling her back up suddenly. She cries out, her whole body tensing, her back leaving the bed as her body arches. She wails out, her mouth wide open as her body shudders and spasms, rigid with pleasure, before she drops to the bed, limp, breathing raggedly.

Rarity is the first to get over the incredible sight.

"My WORD! How did we manage to stumble upon such a magnificent man? Giving her a full on maregasm on his very first try... So endowed... And lasting so long! ...How was it for you darling?" She gently rubs his strong hard chest with a hoof.

"Well, uh, I'm not actually done yet."

"WHAT?!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Anon. And everyone on the internet lies.

'Oh, jacking off all the time causes you to lose feeling when you fuck a woman!'

Not a chance. Fluttershy has been vice tight around you the entire time. And when she came? It was like a death grip. Well, she is a pony. Maybe it's different.

Still, what's really on the forefront of your mind is that all the ponies around you, except a very dazed, worn out looking, panting Fluttershy, are all surprised that you haven't blown your load from forty seconds of sex.

"Uh, what is it?"

Pinkie hops in front of you.

"Stallions almost NEVER last that long, and a maregasm around a stallion penis will ALWAYS result in ejaculation. Erotic novels for mares usually talk about some legendary stallion that can last an entire minute. You keep going okay? Fuck Fluttershy retarded." She smiles warmly and lightly kisses your lips.

......Well then.

You slowly pull yourself back out of Fluttershy. You were rock hard throughout that entire exchange. She twitches and whimpers, and you can feel her pussy spasm around you in pleasure. Especially that strange... Clenching, gripping part of her.

You start to slide in and out. You've never seen nor heard of a pussy this incredibly wet before, yet still amazingly vice tight. You pump in and out of her with long, firm strokes. The girls pant around you as they watch you thrust. Wet slaps sound out as your wet balls and thighs lightly smack against her.

As you lean over her, her front hooves mindlessly explore the lower half of your chest, and the top layer of your abs. As you fuck her with long deep strokes for a minute, her squeaking cries become louder. As she reaches her climax, you lean back up to gaze down at her while you thrust a little harder, and then hilt inside her, grinding as she orgasms and now silently screams. Again you feel her tighten around you, walls rippling along your length, trying to draw you in even further despite the fact that you're already brushing against the back of her womb. It feels amazing as it tries to milk you...

But it isn't enough.

She's arched in the air, gazing up into your eyes, hers filled with lust and love, a few tears rolling down the side of her face... Until she collapses back.

She's completely out of it, doing no more than breathing, with her mouth wide open, a glazed look in her eyes. You slowly pull out of her, a wet schlicking and popping sound making itself known as your dome pulls out of her. The girls all have their mouths agape.

"T-two maregasms?!"

"He still hasn't cum?!"

"AJ can go next!" Pinkie calls out.

Twilight turns to her, as AJ is already sliding Flutters unconscious blissful looking form across the bed.

"What, why?! A-after seeing all that, why wouldn't you want a turn? He can only last so long Pinkie!"

She just shrugs and smiles.

"Don't worry Twilight, once AJ can't remember her own name you can go next."

Twilight seems to be more than satisfied by this and asks no more questions.

"Shugacube? I know you took Fluttershy on her back but... You mind if we did it pony style? Ah... Ah always dreamed of some day bein married, and consamatin our love in the traditional way..."

She takes off her hat, flinging it gently to the side as she looks back at you, starting to bend over, raising her big succulent delicious ass up higher, while her body gets down low. She looks back at you with bright shimmering eyes.

"Make me... Your woman."

How could you ever say no to that? Now less afraid of accidentally hurting them, you squeeze her flanks, fingers digging in. Her body shivers, and her hind legs attempt to kick back at you, while also being weakened by the pleasure coursing through her.

"Ah, Anon... Ah don't know what that was..." She gasps for breath as you move closer to her, slowly sinking your cock inside her.

Your hands keep squeezing and kneading her huge fat ass, fingers dragging down as they dig in, across her cutie mark. Her legs spasm and still try to kick you on reflex, as you sink further and further inside her, leaning your weight into her to assist your unyielding dick. She lets out one long, continuous moan as you fill her up, stretch her out, and resize her for your manhood.

As you stay inside of her, her face collapses down into the bed. She grunts, and shakily raises her head back up to look at you. With your height difference, it's easy for you to move your mouth close to hers. And you start to breathe each others breath.

You gyrate your hips as you constantly grind into her while you exchange breath. Her blasts of hot air come out shaky and fast, moans highlighting each one as her body shivers, pushing back against you. You keep kneading her huge butt as her tongue hangs out, and you move forwards to take it into your mouth, suckling noisily on it.

Her cries are slightly muffled as her entire body is racked with pleasure, her pussy trying to milk you, before she can no longer maintain the tongue to lip locked act. Her head moves to look straight in front of her as she lets out a wailing moan as her body shakes, ass pressed tight against you. Her head collapses back to the bed, panting for breath.

"Ah..... Love.... You..."

You smile with happiness over the small yet monumental comment.

"I love you too Applejack"

"I.... Love.. You too...." You hear an exhausted, still completely out of it Fluttershy whisper out to you.

"And I love you Fluttershy."

You smile as you tenderly pet the pretty Pegasus, even as you start to thrust into the Earth pony, with short hard motions of your hips. Going harder, your hips smack into AJs' ass, making the abundant flesh jiggle and ripple. Mesmerised by it you squeeze hard into the surrounding flesh, pulling her back, and forwards, in time with your thrusts. The smacking sounds grow louder as you go harder, and you feel hooves lightly trailing your sides, and lips kissing your tensed arms, as Twilight, Rarity, Dash and Pinkie all grow braver with you, eyes still fixated on your cock drilling into one of their best friends.

You grunt as you feel her orgasm again, this time not getting any sound from her, her booty in the air, body and jaw flat on the bed, head tilted slightly, her tongue lolled out, eyes staring through the headboard in front of her.

Your muscles tense as you have to double your efforts just to move inside her clenching, tight pony pussy. It prolongs her orgasm, and once it dies down, you pull out of her.

By now you realise it's not just your cock that's dripping wet. Pretty thick juices are all around your nuts, lap, and down your thighs, to your knees.

"Get up here Twilight..."

Applejack is enveloped by purple magic, levitated and settled down next to Fluttershy, as Twi soon moves up against you, kissing you slowly and tenderly as she wraps her hooves around your neck, pulling you down onto her. You kiss her lovingly, pouring your affections into it. You press the tip of your dick against her, starting to push as she moans into your mouth.

As you reach the half way point, she breaks the kiss, gasping into the air. You can move your body into a more comfortable position as you had to bend your torso down in order to push into her pussy and kiss her at the same time. Your hands move to caress around her stomach as you keep on pushing.

"A-Anon.... Fuck me... Work in more and, Ah! M-mmmooore as you go... And in case I pass out... Ohh... I love you."

By now Fluttershy has managed to crawl to you, collapsing next to Twilight, the two holding hooves.

"I love you too Twilight... Get ready."

You pull back, and start to fuck her, pounding into her, without constant force your dick only making a little more progress inside her each time. Your battering ram hammers away regardless, as you're intent on filling her up. She holds Fluttershys hoof tight as she moans, body writhing and lurching as you piston into her like a machine. She climaxes before you're even fully inside her.

Applejack is levitated, with great effort by Rarity, on the other side of Twilight, and you lean down... Oh yeah.... That was a great idea.... You swap heated kisses between the three, even if they look fucked silly and have no control over their actions. They fight for your lips, sometimes kissing each other, sometimes licking your face.

Your hands move to their winking pussies, and you start to massage their pussy lips, and clits whenever they're exposed to you. Strands of saliva connect all their and your lips together, and as you move back to Fuck Twilight properly again, you watch as the three girls all share passionate, mindless kisses with each other.

You are easily the luckiest man in the universe.

As you thrust, Dash flaps her wings to move in front of you before gripping around you, kissing you as you're kneeling, pounding into Twilight. She squeaks through the kisses as Pinkie lays down on her back behind you, her head between your legs, licking and kissing at your huge nuts as they drag over her face.

Rarity is clinging to the arm that's now busy finger fucking Applejack, kissing your bicep and nuzzling her face against the hard muscle, occasionally moving instead to inhale the scent from your armpit. Your other hand is busy pistoning fingers into Flutters. All the while, you just fuck Twilight to heaven.

You slam yourself inside her, finally filling her. The three girls stop kissing, instead focusing on their different sounding moans as you make all three orgasm at the same time. They're open mouthed, tongues hanging out, with grins plastered on their faces, eyes rolling back.

All too soon, they collapse in a sweaty heap against each other. You grunt and gasp, pulling yourself out of Twilight, the extreme tightness by now making the veins on your dick bulge out as if you'd been wearing a cock-ring. Pinkie moves in front of you, mane matted, face soaked from Twilights orgasm.

"Rarity's next!" She beams.

Three down....

As the girls are moved, Rarity hops up to you, tackling you with a soft pomf as you're kneeling upright.

"Anon... My Knight in shining armour... My Prince... My Lord..."

She kisses your chest, nuzzling her face to it and inhaling your scent. She's still wearing the collar you first put around her neck. Only now, along with the diamond motif of her Cutie Mark, it also has your name stitched into it, followed by an s'. She wants you to own her.

With your mind a little overwhelmed from fucking three ponies, you can't stop your mouth from saying what passes through your mind. "You know, you don't have to wear that collar if you don't want to. I know you love fashion and changing outfits."

She looks up to you and smiles, kissing your chest, and then up to your neck, having to lean up. Her front hooves move around your neck as she stands, and kisses you slowly and deeply, before looking at you with bright dazzling eyes.

"Darling... The fact that you gave it to me makes it the most priceless, most gorgeous fashion accessory in the world. I could never part with it. As I could never part with you."

You can't help but smile giddily at that, even though your cock is raging hard, dripping with the fluids of three other ponies.

"I love you Rarity."

"And I love you darling... Now... Take me!"

She presses to you, kissing you deeply as you hold her. You lean back, your ass close by your heels as you're still kneeling, and with your hips extended forwards, your throbbing member points up towards her. Muscled arms wrap around her, and slowly pull her down, and down, impaling her pussy on your meaty rod. She gasps out, and as you lower her, her mouth leaves yours.

"Oh, oh, OH! OH!"

She can't stop moaning as you keep on stuffing her full of dick, stretching her cervix out wide and forcing your way passed it. Her hot moans blast against your flesh as you slide her down, and she tries to kiss any part of you her lips can reach.

Twilight lays passed out with Applejack, and the dazed Fluttershy is draped close to you, kissing along your thighs, as she slowly drags herself towards the main prize, your nuts.

Dash is stood up behind you, massaging your upper back with her hooves and running her tongue along the middle. From all the exertion, you've started to sweat... And they seem to like that.

"Oh fuck... Anon... His sweat... Salty... Everything about him's addictive." You hear Dash moan at your back.

The girls hearing this, switch from kissing, to licking. A tongue laps along your thighs, towards your great balls, and Rarity runs her tongue over your muscled sweating chest. You grunt as you bounce her up and down on you, all the tongue action feeling so strange...

But incredible.

Pinkie is laying under Dash, tongue wetly sliding over your ass cheeks, and a little between them... As Rarity crashes up and down on your cock, she starts crying out in ecstasy. This time you decide not to let up. You keep bouncing her, using her, fucking her hard, filling her with every thrust as her stylish mane bounces up high before dropping as she's thrown around like a rag doll.

Fluttershy drops down, and manages to turn onto her back. Unable to move any more she just stays beneath your balls, lapping at them, ball sweat dripping into her mouth and on her face. Raritys' body is loose in your arms now as she loses control of all senses as you just keep ploughing into her.

Dash joins Pinkie at your firm muscled ass, both of them licking, paying more and more attention to your crack, the most sweat gathering there. Raritys' moans grow more needy, crying out in desperation as her orgasm finally dies down from your rampant thrusting, yet another has already built up inside her.

She climaxes again, throwing her head back and yelling towards your ceiling as you don't stop using her as a cock sleeve. This is the longest you've been consecutively fucking any of them so far.

As her second orgasm finally dies down you gently lower her to the bed, your cock throbbing inside her. You pull from her, the veins on your shaft bloated, cock almost looking angry from the short sex sessions, and then nothing. You pant, eager for more.

"Well go ahead Dashie, what are you waiting for?" Pinkie asks from behind you, and soon a very nervous, highly blushing, wings flared out, cute rainbow maned Pegasus is in front of you.

"Can... Can you fuck me like you did with Applejack? But... Sort of... Use my tail as a reign? Maybe go nice and fast..." She's breathing harder now, yet already turning and presenting herself to you, tail moving out of the way. "Maybe... Whisper in my ear that you love me?"

Like you'd turn down that offer. Even if you would, you don't get a chance to. Pinkie is by your side, massaging your slick cock and slowly guiding it towards the tight, winking, incredibly wet pony pussy before you... You let her.

You reach for the rainbow tail, before wrapping it around your hand once, holding it and pulling up, making sure she keeps her athletic, toned ass high in the air. She lets out an appreciative yelping moan at this. Pinkie helps to force your cock inside her.

"Do you like that Anon? Watching your massive fat veiny tree trunk of dick meat stretching out a sweet little pony?"

She smiles up to you, and places a hot kiss on the side of your cock. You grunt as you're soon pushing that kiss into Dash.. Pinkie is Goddamn hot.

"Are you going to ruin this poor little pony pussy?"

She kisses your cock again, this time opening her mouth wide to suck and lap around the side of your shaft. You grunt out, gritting your teeth, unable to respond as you sink deeper inside Dashie, giving her tail a yank. She lets out something between a cry and a gasp.

As you fill her up with dick you start to lean over her, still pulling on her tail, keeping her ass pressed tight against your body. You're about to whisper to her as she asked you to, when Pinkie whispers into your ear.

"Go ahead.... Fuck her like you're going to fuck my face."

You swallow and then let out a hot breath of air as you whisper to Dash.

"I love you."

You pull back, almost all the way out, and then slam forwards.

"I.... aaaahhhhh!!" She half squeaks half screams out, body thrashing around against you as you ram into her, her pussy spasming around you as she's forced to climax uncontrollably.

"I love you Dashie."

You grind into her, gyrating your hips as her moans are only interrupted as even larger spikes of pleasure course through her, taking her breath away.

"I... I- Ahh Ah, AHH!"

You pull back, and start fucking her with short, fast, hammering thrusts, steadily growing faster as you pull on her tail.

"I love you so much Dashie... You're so beautiful..."

Your hips smack against hers quicker and quicker, almost like machinegun fire now. You grit your teeth to maintain the speed, muscles tensed.

"Lo- LO-, I-I-I lo-loOOOve, yOOOUUUAAAAAAAAHH!"

She loses all control as she orgasms again, harder. You don't see it, but her eyes roll back into her head, a fucked stupid grin on her face, drool falling onto the covers below. As her orgasm fades, you let go of her tail, and allow gravity to do the work.

She slowly, so slowly, slides off of your raging erection, before slumping onto the bed, unconscious. You pant, one more left.

"Pinkie? Are you ready?"

She smiles as she comes up to you. Her hooves ease you to lay on your back, surrounded by dazed or completely passed out, fucked silly ponies.

"I love you Anon. You just lay back and relax okay?"

You smile happily up to her, before she leans down, kissing you slowly and sweetly before drawing away.

"I love you too Pinkie."

She moves to your cock, and kisses the tip just as sweetly as she did your lips.

"I hope you really do know how much I love you Anon. I'm going to spend my entire life making you as happy as you make me."

You'd respond, but you don't get a chance. She hops on up, her light fluffy cuddly body not a problem as she stands on you. She lines your cock to her pussy, grinding against the tip slowly as she shudders.

"I've been thinking about doing it this way a lot... I hope I can do it... Why'd you have to have such a giant pussy destroying, thick slab of fuckmeat huh?" She giggles lightly.

And then she takes a deep breath... And then she slams herself down as hard as she can.

She takes all of you in one monumental go. As soon as her hips slam into yours, she cries out, and a huge gush of fluids explodes out around your cock as you fill her completely. Her orgasmic juices coat your lap, and run down the sides of your hips and your thighs as she just stays sat there, taking you to the hilt, body wracked with tremors.

Her eyes are glazed over, and her mouth wide open as she starts to just breathe hard, small moans accompanying each breath as her pussy tries to milk you, clenching, massaging, squeezing all around you. Eventually, it's like she can actually see you again, and has been brought back to the real world. Her big fat ass rises, and she starts to ride you, taking all of you every time she comes down.

"A-Anon!"

She gasps out, going quicker, her front hooves on your stomach as she breathes more raggedly. She bites her lower lip, gazing into your eyes as you gaze back. And she moves harder, moving higher up and down as she does so. She jumps up so high that your dome almost slips from her, before it's hammered all the way back in. She moans upwards, eyes fixated on the ceiling as she orgasms hard, body shaking and twitching, her cries loud and full of passion, mane swaying as she mindlessly gyrates on your fuckstick..

Before she faceplants into your muscled sweaty body, unconscious. Your cock throbs and pulses inside her. You were so close to shooting that time. You don't want to start thrusting up into her while she's passed out though. You could accidentally hurt her. Hopefully one of the other mares you fucked tonight will have recovered enough for one last round....

...A pink hoof pushes against your abs... Another pink hoof joins it... A weakened, trembling Pinkie Pie, slowly starts to push herself back up...

As she slowly rises back to full height, you see her face. A few tears roll down her cheeks, her eyes shimmer, bright even while half lidded. You see the love and affection, and the undeniable lust she holds for you. Drool runs down her chin and neck, her tongue just poking out as she pants. Her mane is an absolute mess. She takes a few longer, deeper breaths, as she starts to slowly, extremely slowly, raise her booty from your lap.

"Why.... Why would I ever.... Ever want to go last when it comes to fucking you.... Why would I risk.... Not having... This huge fucking dick.... Fuck me insane?"

She gasps as she talks, even though her body shivers with pleasure, your fat cock dragging along her vice tight, still spasming pussy walls.

"Wikipedia..... Human ejaculation.... F-from entering... The pussy... To... Erupting all the hot goo in your big... Tasty balls... Oh fuck...."

She takes a moment to compose herself as she struggles to keep raising her body up.

"Five.. To seven minutes... Even... Ten... Amazing minutes... Fuck.... So good..."

She's all the way up now, only your dome stretching her out.

"Times up."

She slams herself back down onto you, and even though she's moaning and crying out to the heavens, she refuses to stop. She keeps taking you as hard as she can, her huge fat ass making your thighs sting a little as they smack down, making loud clapping sounds. You can see her huge wobbling backside rippling and jiggling from the force, even from this angle as her ass is so big. You groan out, grunting.

"That's it! Fuck! Ah, AHH, flood me out! Knock me up! Give me your cum! Make me your whore!"

She moans and chants out, shouting anything now, as your hands clench into fists, gripping the sheets tightly as she rides you relentlessly... And you cum.

You can feel your load thundering its way up through your dick as you close your eyes, and your hips push up involuntarily, grinding into her. She grinds back into you, gyrating down, and you hear her wails of pleasure slowly fade away as you both succumb to the highest of pleasures. She stays sat on you throughout both yours and her orgasm as you drain yourself completely...

Your eyes open... Fucking hell... You've never cum like that before. And you don't just mean the intensity of it either.

You look down as you breathe hard, your chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat dripping down your body as well as your forehead and face. Pinkie is still sat upright on you, completely passed out, her tongue hanging out of the side of her open mouth, eyes glassed over. Her body sometimes twitches, but she's completely gone.

The only reason she's still upright is because of your huge cock, still hard inside her, keeping her propped up, like a hand inside a puppet. Her stomach is ever so slightly swollen from your manhood and flooding her womb out, yet outside of her, you still see more cum than you've ever seen in your life.

Thick pearly white goo has splattered all over her inner thighs, and the hot substance has drenched your lap, streaks of it having launched out across your stomach even. You can feel more running down your inner thighs, and completely covering your balls... How the fuck?

Fluttershy, having had the most time to recover, weakly crawls towards you as you just barely manage to lift Pinkie up and off your spunk covered manhood, gently laying her by your side. Flutters lays by the side of your lap, and slowly runs her tongue along your cock, scooping up layers of thick jizz. After swallowing what's filling her mouth, she shivers and whimpers.

"O-oh my.... This is incredible...."

At that, the other girls move towards you, Dash being the most sluggish of the five, having had the least amount of time to recover, barely moving at all. And Pinkie looks like she won't be waking up for quite some time.

You gently lift Dash up, pulling her towards the other girls, five beautiful mares laying against your sides and against your legs, as they all start lapping and slurping up the cum that coats you, letting out small moans of approval.

They especially focus on cleaning your cock and balls, occasionally sharing kisses between each other as multiple mouths kiss and lick around you. You'd quite happily let them continue until you cum again, but they're far too weak and tired, as well as now pretty full from swallowing all of your cream.

Tired, almost zombie like ponies crawl up your body, until you have a herd of mares collapsing in a heap on top of your chest, against your sides, and over your arms, wanting you to cuddle them all. They promptly fall asleep, gentle mutterings of how amazing you are and how much they love you floating from their lips before they're all dozing.

Well... You didn't have anything else planned for the day. And you are sort of trapped. Might as well have a nap and wake up when they do. You close your eyes, and fall asleep with your lovers...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Pinkie Pie.

And you've just woken up after having the most Earth shatteringly intense, super amazingly powerful, pussy wreckingly destroying orgasms, that anypony has ever had, ever.

You only just manage to stand as you feel so weak. You look down, to see your wonderful Anon, with a load of ponies covering him. Poor Anon. He'll wake up with dead arms like that.

As gently as you can, you extract yourself from the pile, and reposition each of the girls so he'll be more comfortable. You then move down between his legs, snuggling up, and resting your face against his huge dick and massive balls. You deeply inhale his scent as you start to drift away again.

"Dibs..."

Sucking Ponies

Day 33

You are the pony pleasurer extraordinaire, otherwise known as Anon. And your life has been improved dramatically since meeting these ponies. And then ten-fold when you started actually having sex with them.

Since that fateful wonderful day, you've been fucking all of them, multiple times, every single day. With all of them now fully aware of your stamina, their original plan of who gets to have sex with you on what day has been completely thrown out. Instead it's almost treated as a game, seeing who can make you cum first as you work your way through them, in a different order each time, allowing them a single intense orgasm before swiftly moving onto the next. Even though there's six of them, Pinkie still ends up winning half the time, and you've yet to figure out how.

You always have to go through multiple rounds of this. And once you finally erupt, they know that you're not just completely spent for the entire day. You usually fuck them all in the morning after breakfast, go to work after leaving them fucked silly, then plough them again in the evening after you've had dinner. Life is good.

They've also moved from their room to all join you in yours, sleeping with them snuggled up all around you. Pinkie always goes under the covers and uses your manhood as a pillow, face buried against your cock and balls. It'd be difficult to fall asleep like that if it weren't for how much you were emptying your nuts every day.

And while they kissed and licked over your muscled form, paying particular attention to your manhood, they've yet to try and actually suck you off, being too tired from getting pounded into by your 'battering rams worth of dick' as Pinkie calls it.

As it's your day off again, and as they've been draining your balls every chance they get, you're happy to do something for them. Knock down the wall to the spare room and adjoining bathroom, and convert it into one big spa type room.

You've already bought all the items that will be fitted inside. Under normal circumstances, you'd be pissed at the thought of paying for this. But on the other hand, sex in an enormous bath, sex in an enormous shower, and having six mares clean you and dote on you all at once as water runs over you all? Yeah, that's a pretty good reason to do this.

And so you get in contact with the guy who does those sorts of jobs... As this is for personal reasons, and not something the facility actually needs, you of course have to pay from your own pocket. As the guy comes around, the girls decide to wait in your room, Fluttershy for some reason using all of your used underwear as a blanket, head hidden.

The guy; grey haired, grumbling voice, with a big bushy moustache, boiler suit and a cap, surveys things and starts doing some work, before coming back to you in the living room.

"All the pipes're connected under the floor, so you aint gonna have no shitter 'til I'm done."

"Right... How long do you think that'll be?"

He ponders for a moment.

"Could be half an hour, could be a week."

What? He must be after a bribe or something. But you don't have any spare money after paying him and buying everything.

"I.... Have lots of porn magazines if you want them?"

Why the fuck did you say that?

"I agree to these terms."

Oh. Well then.

You walk to your bedroom with the girls, grabbing a box from under your bed, all the porn magazines you have... Goodbye human porn, you're a pony fucker now. You make sure the girls don't see the contents as you go back to the living room, giving him the box, before he promptly gets back to work.

At the sound of work, Twilight nervously shuffles out to you, her back legs at an awkward angle.

"Anon um... I guess it's related to our new spa room, but... Well... The toilet has emptied of water... Is it, well, working?"

You shake your head.

"No, sorry Twi, think you could hold it for half an hour?"

The colour drains from her face.

"No."

Oh well, you'll just have to take her to one of the public toilets in the facility. Now you could take her to the one down the hall, close to the entrance of the facility, that's hardly ever used, but is for men.

Or you could take her to one of the further away ones that requires you to go through an open office and get funny looks from everyone, as since you brought the ponies here they've been staying in your 'home' the entire time.

"Okay Twilight, we'll go to the toilets down the hall, let me just check and see if anyone else needs to go."

As you do exactly that, you see that the five girls are busying themselves with going through your clothes, trying them on, and looking damned adorable. You ask, and as they say no, you about turn, recollar Twilight, and attach the leash.

You exit your home and start going down the hall. Soon, you're making sure there's no one inside the toilets, before allowing her to enter and go into a cubicle, as you wait outside the room.

"A-Anon?" You hear her call for you.

You immediately enter, wondering if she's okay. You walk to the only closed cubicle door.

"Twi, everything alright?"

After a few seconds of hesitation, she responds.

"I... I can't go."

Well, what the hell are you supposed to do about that? You let out a sigh. She's naked all the time, and you fuck her every day, so there shouldn't be any embarrassment over this as she isn't going yet. You open the door wide, stepping inside.

"Why not?"

She cringes slightly.

"It smells really strange in here."

What? The bathrooms are always sparkling clean. You could eat your food off the floor if it wasn't for all the-Oh. Ponies probably aren't used to the mass amount of chemicals you use to clean a lot of things.

"Soooo...?" You shrug.

She hesitates again.

"Well... Maybe I could smell you?"

You sigh again...... Lets just get this over with.

You step towards her, about to crouch to press her face against your chest. You don't get a chance to as she buries her face into your crotch, moving her face side to side as she inhales deeply.

She starts to pee. And you start to grow hard. There MUST be something wrong with you. Her face keeps rubbing against your now rock hard member, making a large obscene bulge in your pants.

You grunt as you can feel her tongue now pressing against the fabric, the wetness slowly seeping in. Her horn lights up, and she unbuttons and unzips you, pulling your pants and form fitting boxers down slightly, before pulling out your cock, slapping it over her face. She pants against it as she finishes peeing.

She soon flushes the toilet and repositions the two of you. You sit down on the edge of the toilet, lid closed as Twilight sits before you, half kissing half sucking her way up the side of your shaft. She gazes up to you as you gaze back, a hand moving to hold onto her horn. She lets out a moan at that, her lips vibrating slightly against your veiny throbbing dick.

As she reaches the top, her tongue laps and swirls around your dome. You start to feel her magic around your balls, surrounding them, gently rubbing in slow circles and being careful not to hurt the sensitive flesh. As your nuts are massaged by the warm surrounding aura, she starts to open her mouth, and slowly begins to take you.

She sucks on your dome, lips wrapped tightly around it, all the while with her eyes locked on yours. She opens her mouth more as she slowly moves down, her tongue always staying active, lapping and trying to coil around your girth as you grunt. You can see her cheeks puffed out a little as her mouth fills with cock.

As you hold her horn, you also use it to gently push her further down. More and more of you is surrounded by her warm, wet, tight sucking mouth, and soon you hit the back of her throat. She gags on you, throat tightening around your tip before she pulls back a little. You lightly stroke her horn, no longer pushing, allowing her to go at her own pace.

After taking a few breaths through her nose, drool escaping her lips and rolling down your throbbing cock, she starts to descend again. She gags at the same place as before, yet keeps going, forcing you down her tight throat.

"Gluk... Gluk..." She gags and coughs slightly around you, sending ropes of drool splattering down your dick.

She pulls back again, breathing a little longer while her magic weighs and massages your nuts, before she takes as much of the thick shaft as she can manage. She forces herself down, before rearing all the way up, spitting on the club of meat, smearing her saliva over your shaft using her face, then going back down again. She soon comes back up with a slurping sound, thick ropes of saliva connecting you to her mouth.

"Oh I love your cock!" She gasps before plunging down on it again, her face becoming more and more of a mess, your balls now dripping with her saliva as it runs down. You didn't think Twilight would be so sloppy.

She keeps bobbing her head, gagging and making lewd nasty sounds, yet still trying to take more and more despite it. As she gets closer towards the base, she tries to stick her tongue out as far as she can, to lick at your nutsack, even while her lips are stretched around your dick.

Her head moves side to side, as if it would help your manhood further push and slide down her throat. You meanwhile can barely even think straight as she gives you an incredible, enthusiastic, wet messy blowjob. It's a good thing you're sitting down, your legs feeling weak.

You feel more pleasure the more she takes, and over time she gags less and less, able to work her mouth and throat on you with more fluid, less jerky motions. You grunt out as she works on you hungrily, her lips making contact with your crotch, having deepthroated all of your pole of meat. You fill and stretch her throat, her neck bulging out slightly each time she takes you.

She occasionally gags, and moans while taking it, her drool spitting out around your lap. She deepthroats you, and stays down there, swaying her head side to side as your cock is massaged by her convulsing throat and worshiped by her tongue.

Her magic lightly weighs your balls, roaming around them, caressing them lovingly better than hands and fingers could. You gasp and breathe hard. Unlike with fucking them, your cock isn't receiving such amazing tightness for a couple of minutes and then nothing.

Instead she just sucks you, sucking and sucking, pleasuring you for as long as she needs to without break. The nasty sucking noises grow louder as she gives it her all, sucking on you hard each time her head draws back towards the tip, head bobbing up and down.

Fucking hell... You just can't take anymore, she never lets up... Your balls are lurching, preparing your load to fire. You grunt out as you're brought to the edge.

"Twi... Fuck... I'm gonna..."

You gaze into her eyes, and you can see them pleading, begging for your cum. As she brings you right up to the point of climax, her mouth wetly pops off of you, and instead her magical aura instantly surrounds your cock, stroking up and down furiously fast while your balls are still being carefully, delicately massaged. You groan out, and your eyes close, as do hers.

You feel your cum rocketing up through your shaft, firing from the tip as she strokes you for more. You hear the wet splattering sounds of your thick goo finding their mark.

"Yes! Please! Cover me! ....mmmmmhhh.......ummmllllpppp.......So much.... ummm mmmm!"

You can hear her slurping and swallowing between moans. Your hips start trying to buck up, and fuck the magic that's stroking you.

"Aaahhhh....mmmmm.....shhhllllpppp......Love your cum......Can't open my eyes!"

She says between a hungry swallowing moan. You grunt again and again, erupting everything you've got to give, before her magic slowly squeezes along your shaft, making you ooze out the last few thick drops.

"I can't believe how much you can cum...."

You open your eyes... Neither can you. Even though you heard her swallowing multiple times, her face is an absolute mess. The thick hot ropes of goo have covered her so much, landing and blending over each other, dripping and hanging off her face and horn. It's streaked into her mane even.

"Fuck... Twilight... That... Fuck..." You gasp out helplessly. "How...?"

If it wasn't for all the thick hot goo drenching her face and running down her neck, you'd see her cheeks blush.

"Well... I read a few... Twenty three to be precise... Books on how to perform blowjobs correctly back in Canterlot and Ponyville... I always wanted to be perfect for my future special somepony. Sorry, manfriend.... I never got to um, well, practice those techniques, and I had to put your Godly stamina and endowments into the equation as well but... I'll get better in the future."

This fucking mare...

"Would you like to help feed me your semen?"

You almost answer without hesitation, but you don't want her to do it just because she feels like that's what a girlfriend should do.

"Well... Do you want to?"

She smiles brightly.

"I want to fill my stomach with your ejaculate every day, you taste incredible... And it's so warm inside me."

It's a little weird seeing her beaming up at you when her face is caked with spunk, eyes unable to open. You slowly drag your cock along her face, before offering it to her mouth. She hungrily drags her tongue along your length, gathering up the goo on it, swirling it around in her mouth, and swallowing before shivering and letting out a little moan. You repeat the action.

It takes a long while, but eventually her stomach is full of cum, and her face is wet and shimmering from her own saliva. She trots to the sinks, washing her face. As you stand, you notice a puddle where Twilight was sat sucking you. She came while making you cum.

Nice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You are Nick Jackof, and you are about to uncover the truth.

Due to your highly praised service record, all your medals, and all the times you've risked your life for the city, as the greatest cop there's ever been, you know people. And those people know people. And so through your insistence, you've been given an offer.

To go through the records that aren't above a Level 3, whatever that means, in a secret facility that apparently deals with paranormal events.

Files Level 3 and under might not be much. You won't be allowed to tell anyone what you uncover. It may take you the rest of your life. But by God, you WILL shed some light on the incredibly terrifying and bizarre sights you've seen. Even if it's just to make sense of them and settle your mind.

But first off, you really need the toilet.

Walking through the massive metal hallway of the gargantuan place, you see some male toilets. You quickly go inside, moving to the first cubicle, door wide open.

There you see a man. Eyes closed. Huge dick. Cumming. All over the face of a small brightly coloured purple.... Pony thing.

You stand there for a few seconds, watching her get caked in the hot goo, mouth wide open to catch more and swallow it.

"Aaahhhh....mmmmm.....shhhllllpppp......Love your cum......Can't open my eyes!"

You turn 360 degrees and moonwalk out of there. You continue moonwalking, all the way down the hall, outside, and to your car. You turn on the engine and start to reverse, and reverse, and reverse.

Mildred's getting beaten tonight.

Still Day 33

You waltz on back towards your room, just in time to see the guy that's supposed to be installing your giant bathroom/spa thing walking out with the box of porn under one arm, and holding a tool box in his free hand.

"Hey uh, where are you going?"

"I got it done, I'm out. You got some funny taste in decoratin."

And with that, he shuffles away. What did he mean by that? And has it really been thirty minutes already? You suppose that from the mind melting blowjob you just received, years could have passed and you'd be completely unaware.

You move inside, locking the door, and taking off Twilights collar and leash. As you're knelt and bent down to her, she smiles brightly to you.

"I think the girls and I should make more of an effort to pleasure you and unload your pent up testicles. Whilst the sexual intercourse is the most wonderful thing I've experienced in my entire life and I can't help but think of you as a sexual God, I don't think I or any of the girls could handle you ploughing us any more than you currently do. However, I think as Godly and sublime as I already believe you to be, you're even more sensational than that, and you're holding back from fear of hurting us, and could actually ejaculate at least once more each day. I think we'd all be extremely happy to accommodate and give you what you truly deserve from us."

You blink.

"Uh, so, more blowjobs?"

She beams brighter and kisses you softly.

"More blowjobs."

You stand up as the door to the new larger bathroom/spa thing opens, and out trots Rarity, followed by the others.

"Oh darling you're back! You won't believe it Twilight it's just so divine! Come come!"

She happily bounces towards Twilight, giving the fingers and knuckles of your right hand passing kisses just because, before ushering her into the new room. The other girls follow, all squeeing and talking excitedly. You're about to follow them, but Pinkie closes the door behind them, before stepping up to you, both of you now alone in the living room.

Huh.

"Hey Pinks, did you want to talk about something?" You ask while gently reaching out, petting her poofy fuzzy mane, the edge of a fingertip tracing along her soft ear.

Strange, she should be melting in your hands right now and purring like a kitten.

"Did you just cum without me being there?"

"Uhhhh..."

Ah hell. You hadn't anticipated the others getting jealous if you had some fun with one of them without the others. So far any time you came it's always been in the company of all six of them. You wonder if the rest have a problem with it or if it's just Pinkie.

Actually DOES she have a problem with it? Maybe it's fine... Why are you so nervous?

"Uh, no?"

"No?" She arches an eyebrow at you, slowly trotting closer.

"Uh, that's what I said isn't it?"

"Well, I'll just have to find out now won't I?"

"Uh, how are you going to find-"

Her face gently nuzzles against your bulge, pressing deep against your clothes as you can hear her deeply breathe in and out.

"Mmm... Hello boys... You wouldn't mind coming out to say hello to Momma Pinkie Pie would you?"

She talks against your bulge, moving her face side to side against it, her soft lips lightly kissing. You decide to watch in silence as she strips your lower half, clothing pooling around your ankles.

"Mmm... Hello my lovers... I swear you get bigger every time I see you..."

She's on her back hooves as she cuddles around your hips and ass, soft hooves gently kneading and rubbing your butt as your log of cock meat rests along the side of her face. She keeps just gently kissing the base.

"I missed you... I know it's only been a few hours since you last fucked me insane... But I missed you..." She keeps gently nuzzling with her face while kissing so tenderly and lovingly. "Anon says you haven't been having fun without me... Is that true?" She asks your cock, her voice carrying the love she has for you.

"It's okay to tell me, I won't be mad... Not when I have the most perfect man, with the most perfect cock in the world..." She kisses slowly up your shaft as it throbs and twitches, needing to be buried inside something. "I'm sorry... I'm ignoring the rest of you aren't I? Big fat slab of cock meat, you don't mind if I pay attention to the others do you?" She asks your member, while dragging it slowly over her face.

"Mmm... I knew you'd understand..." She smiles brightly, changing positions slightly. "Hello Mr vein... Do you know you're the juiciest thickest vein living on this massive meat pipe? Don't tell the others though..." She breathes hotly against it, slowly drawing her face closer.

"You feel so good throbbing along my pussy walls... You're my most favourite mouth watering vein ever..." She moves her lips around it, mashing them against your shaft as she gently suckles, making soft smacking noises as her front hooves gently caress along your shaft, and circle around your dome. You can feel her teeth move to very, very delicately nibble on the fat vein, being careful while her lips kiss around it.

She pulls back and smiles. "What was that Mr juicy vein? You were dragging along the inside of Twilights throat? Well... Did you do it until Anon came?" Her hooves never stop gently massaging your meat club of dick. "That's okay if you're not sure." She plants a wet, smacking kiss upon it, before moving lower, hugging around your thighs now.

"Mmm... Hello you perfect cum factories you... Missed me?" She asks while slowly making her face disappear between the orbs, fleshy, slightly sweaty sack dragging over her face. "The most perfect pillows in the world to sleep on.... And so big, you're like two of Lunas moons..." Her voice is muffled until she moves back, taking turns to kiss them.

"Did you unload a tasty batch of thick hot nut butter onto Twilight? Did you give her a good feeding?" She asks, before looking shocked. "What...? You're going to hold out on me..? Well, what do you want for the info?" She gazes at your big hanging balls for a moment.

"A tongue washing? You want me to be a depraved little pony slut? Well..." You think her pink cheeks turn redder, before she moves in, and she starts lapping around, long wet strokes of her tongue running across your nuts as you grunt slightly.

"Is this what you want? To turn an innocent little pony into your whore?" Wet smacking sounds come from her lapping tongue, and she occasionally kisses and lightly suckles, while your twitching bucking cock lightly beats against her face and head.

Her mouth opens to take in one ball. She suckles very softly, careful not to pull too roughly on your sensitive nuts. Her tongue swirls around it as she sucks tenderly, before letting it make a small wet popping noise as it comes free from her mouth, and she moves to the next. After a few minutes she moves back, gasping slightly, trying not to lose control due to the salty nut sweat.

"So, did you...? You... You came all over Twilight, and made my friend a cum covered sloppy mess of spunk, and then fed it all to her as she acted like a good little ho?"

She caresses them with her face, tilting her head side to side, before dragging her face up along your shaft, until the tip is resting at her lips.

"Bad Anon."

Her lips slide around your tip, and stretch wider as she slowly sinks down. Your cock throbs as it glides along her tongue, feeling the inside of her cheeks surround you. You hit her throat, and her pace doesn't slow at all.

In one long, fluid movement, she deepthroats all of you, mashing her face into your body, making sure she's taking everything you have to give. You grunt as you feel tightness and heat all around you. It grows tighter as she tries swallowing around the blockade that is your dick, throat convulsing around you while she hugs tightly around your hips and ass.

You feel, and watch as she shudders as a minute passes like this. Her head tries pulling off slightly, before she forces her way down again. You start hearing her moan and muffledly cough, throat now convulsing of its own accord.

She hugs you tighter, before moving her front hooves to your thighs, then throwing herself off. She lets out a huge gasp of breath as drool hangs in ropes from your cock and her lips. She pants hard, taking in big lungfuls of air, tears in her eyes.

Once she's caught her breath, she looks up to you. And smiles.

"Are you going to fuck my face like you were pounding my poor little pink pony pussy or what?"

You smile back. What the hell were you worried about? Your hands sink into her poofy mane, fingers disappearing completely as you hold her head, and she opens her mouth wide, tongue lolling out.

You slide deep inside, her neck bulging slightly as you push all the way in, her bright eyes sparkling up to you. And then you start fucking.

You fuck her face. Thrusting your hips hard and fast while holding her in place, pounding into her mouth and deep down her throat, balls smacking against her chin. You hear her gagging with each and every hard, fast thrust.

"Gluk, gluk, gluk, gluk...."

But you don't stop, and she makes no attempt to make you stop. The sight of her own drool splattering down her body each time you pull out, her beautiful innocent face, eyes rolling back as tears run down her cheeks, the nasty wet sloppy noises... And the incredible feeling... Is all too much..

"Fuck Pinkie, gonna..." You groan out loudly.

She slams her face down, mashing it into your body, and squeezes around your ass, pulling you into her. Her throat convulses around you as you cum, thick hot load firing right down into her as your cock pulses and throbs, balls lurching up and down. She tilts her head side to side, moaning and gagging all around you.

She holds herself down, long after you've finished blasting, before slowly sliding her lips along your shaft as she pulls it out. It comes out with a wet nasty pop, many ropes of drool connecting your meat pole to her mouth. She wonkily smiles up to you, very dazed looking.

"Try not to have too much fun without me, okay? I love you so much, and I don't want your mega God dick cumming down my friends throats unless I'm there helping them take it, and kissing their cheeks and feeling you throb inside their slutty mouths." She beams up to you.

"Sure Pinkie, that's... That's a very reasonable request." You pant, exhausted.

She smiles, and you smile back. She teeters to and fro as she walks to the bathroom, leaving a puddle of her own orgasm, or perhaps orgasms, behind. Good job none of your floors are carpeted. Extra good job you have a spray mop thingy-ma-jig.

You quickly clean it up, before going into the new massive bathroom to check it out. The first thing that strikes out at you is an enormous laminated oil painting, of you, that takes up an entire wall; completely naked and striking a pose like a Greek God, with a raging hard erection, six different colours of lipstick marks running over your body, face, cock, and balls...

Hopefully the guy who put all this together will keep his mouth shut...

Pony Ponies

Day 34

You are fucked. You are so fucked.

The hall before you seems to extend further and further out the more you walk down it. Your impending doom is ever so slowly drawing nearer... And you're timidly making your way towards it.

All at once, your journey of a thousand miles comes to an end, that impossibly long corridor seeming to steamroll passed you, until you're faced with the door at the end of it. The only door. The door you MUST pass through, and greet whatever grizzly fate awaits you on the other side.

You take a hold of the door handle. What lies beyond already knows you're coming. Ready to cast you into the flames of hell if need be. You pull down on the handle, and open the door. It glides open without a noise as you step inside, closing it behind you.

You almost tip toe towards the thing that rules much, and controls more. It simply watches as you approach. It's grotesque. Hideously obese, easy to tell even if you were just to see its hands, fat and bloated, fingers swelling in the middle. Big clumps of hair are on either side of its head, running round the back. The top part of its head has but a few whispers. The pug faced, almost mindless creature opens its gaping maw.

"Ah Anon, good to see you."

You've been summoned by the Director. You stand before the short, squat, fat man and his desk, towering over him and his bad fitting suit.

"Uh, what's this about sir?"

He sits up straighter.

"Well, I'll get right to the point... It's about... Ponies." You're dead. "You do know how much I love cameras don't you, great for finding out peoples dirty little secrets..." You're going to disappear off the face of the Earth, just like Jenkins.

"I mean you must know how much I love hidden cameras, this facility after all is full of them." You're not armed. Maybe you could lunge over the desk and snap his neck.

"And cameras have helped me to see all sorts, and punish those who break the all important rules of the most important and secretive organisation on Earth... You remember Jenkins don't you? Fucking a Dodo.... Good job you brought that to everyone's attention...."

No, you can only imagine what sort of automative defenses will pop out from the walls, ceiling, and floor, to eviscerate you.

"You see, bestiality... That's one of the things I hate most... Especially under my watch..." You're fucked. "Why, if I had someone like that in front of me, right now.... A pony fucker lets say... I'd have them burned off the face of the Earth." Running for your life is a valid option.

As casually as anyone could, he takes out a revolver from his desk, and lazily aims it at you. "That would be right of me, wouldn't it." This is it. After all the hardened criminals you've beaten up and killed, all the nightmarish creatures you've captured and slain, after a whole life of being the biggest badass on Earth, you're going to die at the hands of a fat middle aged moron in a management position.

"Y-yes sir."

He takes out a cigar, popping it into his mouth, and a flame sputters out from the end of what you thought was an actual revolver as he lights it.

"Good, I'm glad we understand each other. You see my daughter is away for College and I've been noticing this deviant trying to break in, to try and fuck her pony. Now I haven't managed to shoot him or get him arrested yet, and as my daughter is no longer home while I'm at work..."

He hits a button beneath the desk, and a section of wall that looked completely seamless, slides on up. A pony trotts on out.

"And as I'm far too busy to look after it, I thought you could take it off my hands, seeing as you seem to be doing fine looking after six others..."

You look to the pony. Light blonde coat, white mane, pretty fluffy and cuddly looking, the same height as the ones you're already looking after, with blue eyes.

"This is Sugar Kisses."

You look to the Director.

"Sir. This is a pony."

"I thought I explained that."

"An animal pony... A non talking, non sapient, non endangered, pony. A lot unlike the six magical, talking, sapient, endangered ponies I'm looking after."

"Is this going to be a problem?"

.....

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You're walking down the hallway, dumb animal pony by your side. You hold it close to you by a leash, though this one is actually made for a pony, going around the head and muzzle, rather than the multipurpose leash and collars you have for most non hostile creatures.

You gently pull and it obediantly follows, your leg brushing against its coat with each step. You take it into the elevator/lift, and hit for the ground floor. You're wondering how the girls will take it. Will this be fine? Will it try and rape them? ...Actually what gender is it?

You crouch and lean down to look beneath it, finding only soft smoothness running down the stomach. You stand and lean back slightly, peering at the.... Flanks?

You're unsure why you're doing it like you were trying to sneakily check out a woman. It's an animal, it won't mind. You catch a glimpse of pussy and asshole as the tail flicks. Okay, don't have to worry about rape, that's a bonus.

As you stand straight again, you reach down, gently petting it, running your fingers through the mane. Looking at the pony, you realise... Christ, you've basically just been fucking animals that happen to talk for a little over a week.

Even Captain Kirk didn't go this far with all the alien babes he got with. They were just different coloured women with funny heads...

You keep petting the Pony... Sugar Kisses. Damned girls and their girly choices for names.

It's a pretty friendly creature, the girl must treat it more like a pet than a riding animal. And seeing as it's a little less than three foot tall, that's probably the reason why. After so much gentle petting it began nuzzling its head against your palm. As you step off the elevator, it trots out as well, but moves between your legs like an overgrown cat.

"Hey now, stop it!" You smile, getting it back to your side and walking with it.

Again, good job it's more of a pet, you don't want to end up smelling of... However ponies and horses that aren't kept inside are supposed to smell. You stride on up to the door that opens to your home, built into the facility. This isn't going to be so bad after all.

Unlocking the door, you and the pony step on through, and you close the door behind you.

"Hey girls, I'd like you to meet... Are you okay?"

You look to your marefriends, having been doing different things around the room, but now are all looking at you and the pony, various states of shock plastered over their faces. All is silent.

Except you hear them starting to sniff the air, leaning towards your direction.

"Uhhhhh..."

Rarity leaps over the coffee table, and points an accusatory hoof at the pony.

"WHORE!"

Oh hell.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" You hold your hands up as you step in front of the pony.

"You... You're defending her?!"

"Well uh, yes. Look, I don't know what's going on but-"

"What's going on is that WHORE has got her stinky... Well it's actually quite nice, I'll have to ask her what perfume she's wearing... But, stinky STINK all over you!"

"Okay, okay, I, I understand..." Think Anon think, how do you placate girls? "I'm sorry, if I had known how you'd feel about this I would have done something... Because your feelings are all very, very important to me. But I promise you, there's nothing going on between us, and whatever scent she got on me, I promise it was an accident and there's no ulterior motives behind it."

They all study you, looking for any hint of a lie.

"Also, have you girls lost weight?"

"Oh do you think so? Well... Sorry darling, I shouldn't have accused...."

"Sugar Kisses."

"Sugar Kisses of.... Oh dear Celestia!!! I called you a, a...! I am so sorry!"

She rushes passed you to get to her, slinging a hoof over her back and slightly hugging her. As she begins to trot with her you quickly take off the leash.

"I am absolutely mortified darling, please forgive me..."

The others start approaching her, all introducing themselves, and whilst not as vocal as Rarity, appologising for their suspiscions. You wonder how long it will take them to catch on that it's an animal that can't understand them. You decide to just watch in amusement as their interaction continues.

Twilight asks, "I'm sorry if I offend you, but do you not have a cutie mark?" But before Sugar Kisses can answer, or not, because she's an animal, Fluttershy lets out a very cute giggle.

"Oh Twilight... She's called Sugar Kisses, obviously her sugar white cutie mark must blend in to her light coloured coat."

Twilight blushes and face hooves softly. "Oh my gosh, that was such a silly question..."

Pinkie bounces on over, hugging around the new ponies neck.

"What you really should have asked is how she GOT that talent. I mean, that's gotta really bring the colts to the yard. Are you with anyone special?"

The clearly, oblivious, just an animal, stands there and blinks.

Applejack barges into Pinkie. "Pinkie! Come on now, don' pressure the poor mare, ya can see she's unfomfortable by it. Especially when we lucked out with.... Well..."

Pinkie smirks. "Now who's making her uncomfortable, bragging about having such a stud cupcake to another mare." A blush breaks out over AJs face.

Dash struts around her with a scrutinizing gaze, eyes squinting.

"Psh, she's okay... I guess..."

The pony then trots to the kitchen counter, where it starts to eat a brick of hay that Fluttershy had taken out and was going to prepare. Dashies eyes open wide as she flys to the side of the pony.

"Dude! That's raw hay! .......... Munch! Munch! Munch! Munch!"

The other ponies roll their eyes, but you roll yours the hardest. You guess they'll be taking a little bit longer to realise they've been talking to an animal. It'll be funny when they do.

Day 40

They still haven't figured it out.

You're sat on a beanbag, watching the ponies sat on the couch as they talk and joke and gossip with each other, and the animal.

"No, really, I swear, Anon had the biggest booboo I'd ever seen, and I've studied medical practices and surgeries extensively. He was just lucky we were there to kiss it better." Twilight beams.

You're not sure you like that they're talking about you in an affectionate and ocassionally mildly sexual way with Sugar, even if she can't understand... It's the principal of the thing. You wouldn't brag about fucking them if you had any friends. And it wasn't illegal.

Maybe you need to give them a little push into realising they're talking to an animal that can't talk back, because this is getting ridiculous.

"So girls uh, tell me, what do you think of Sugar Kisses? Good talker or...?"

Fluttershy decides to answer. "Oh yes honey, she's a very strong willed, but quiet pony, like AppleJack. She doesn't have to be over the top for other ponies to know how truly great she is."

AJ smiles at that, and hugs Flutters to her side. "While she may be a strong pony, ah also get the feelin that she's shy, which can be a real good trait, especially when they're kind and know how to listen to others."

Fluttershy smiles back, and the two hug as if they'd just learned some important life lesson.

Which they didn't. They were just talking and complimenting each other.

Pinkie gasps and looks excited.

"Did you see that?! Sugar Kisses just helped AJ and Fluttershy learn a lesson about friendship!"

Wait, she did?!

The girls all squee, and engage in a big group hug with Sugar.

"You know what this means right girls?" Twilight smiles before Pinkie finishes it for her.

"New best friend foreveeerr!!"

They giggle and hug once again, with an oblivious creature in the middle. Could you just... Tell them she's a dumb animal? It would probably be really insulting to them and their intelligence if you told them now and you knew all along...

Fuck. Your only chance is if they realise it themselves. How else are animal ponies different to magical talking ponies... Hygeine?

"Well uh, does she like the giant spa thing I had installed?"

"Oh yes darling, and you know us girls, any excuse to pamper and make each other over... Doesn't Sugars coat and mane look even more luxurious than before?"

It's not styled or anything, just natural, but even softer looking.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess so?"

Rarity titters.

"Now dear no need to be embarassed on complimenting a lovely young mare, we're all aware she's very pretty."

"What?! N-no, I wasn't-"

The girls laugh at your backtracking....

"..I'm going to work."

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Now this is what you need. No drama. No weirdness. No stress. Just you, a boat, the wind in your hair, the sun on your back, a bowed in half sea fishing rod locked onto the front of the ten foot boat, and a twenty foot Altamaha-Ha on the end of the 800 lb line.

Sure you could have set up some ellaborate trap and put the worlds biggest cage; with bars as thick as your forearm, in the water. Or used a couple dozen tranquilisers for taking down Rhinos. Or, you can drink while being towed around the truly enormous lake, admiring the scenery as well as the power of an animal that lives in a completely different element to you. All you need to do is wait.

It might have been a better idea to use a bigger boat too. But hell, if you weren't explicitly looking for dangerous situations, you wouldn't be in this business. So for now, even though you're trying to bring in a creature that's survived since the Cretaceous Period, you're just going to relax and forget about your troubles.

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You are Nick Jackof, here to relax and forget about your troubles. You decided to abandon your quest for the truth, you have a feeling that the more you know the more terrifying this world will seem. But you still have one retreat from all the nightmares that have plagued you.

Fishing.

You walk on up to the end of the dock, taking a deep breath and smiling. Before sighing and frowning.
Some idiot is tearing around on a motorized boat. Doesn't he know that'll scare away all the fish?

Hasn't he been told by lake officials to stop? Come to think of it, you haven't seen anyone else around. At all. It's almost like the entire lake has been cordened off, but luckily you drove up the old dirt track that's completely forgotten about...

Nah... You set up, and cast out some bait. Maybe this is some new lake procedure. Tear around the lake, scare all the fish towards the docks.

After ten minutes, the boat comes towards you, but having slowed down dramatically. Hmm... The guy on board looks familiar.... And he's wearing a huge backpack, with something else strapped behind it. He looks surprised at the sight of you.

"Uhhh...."

Hey, this boat doesn't have an engine, how was he speeding around like that? And why is there a fishing rod at the front?

"Were... Were you getting towed around by a massive fish, like in The Simpsons? General Sherman?"

"Yes... Yes that's exactly it... Just an enormous fish."

Well now that's something. Hey if you make it your mission to go after something like that, that'd really take your mind off of things for years. Actually you think you see the giant fish surfacing right now, still on the hook.

An enormous body, and then a long neck, followed by a rounded head, all emerge from the surface, the neck bending around, and a seal like head looks right at you.

"Th-th-th-that's a-a d-dinosaur...."

".....No it's not."

"What?! That is absolutely a dinosaur, that's one of those, those, swimming, flipper dinosaurs!"

You start to hyperventilate as you see its mouth open so close to you, revealing a set of short, razor sharp, serated teeth. You back up, stumble, and fall on the deck, now backing up with your hands and feet.

The deck in front of you explodes.

The severed bloody head and part of the neck of the dinosaur lands across your lap, and the boat goes flying high, briefly casting a shadow on you. You let out a scream as you register what's happening.

An absolutely gigantic crocodile, that must be forty five, no, fifty foot long, with armoured scales that look like they could take a mortar bombing, has launched halfway out of the water, the body of the smaller dinosaur mostly in its enormous mouth.

It comes crashing back down, a wave crashing over you, washing you all the way along the wooden dock to, relatively, dry land. You cough and splutter as you hear great splashes, and the cracking and splintering of wood, looking up to see the fifty foot croc stomping its way up on the dock, crushing it as it goes.

You scamper backwards terrified as it comes to rest partially in the water, partially on land, tearing into its meaty prize. A giant clawed foot comes up to help tear at the food, slicing through meat and bones like butter. Each one of its teeth are about eight inches long, and as wide as your middle, ring, and little finger all put together, curving to a point. At a glance, it must have way over a hundred of these massive teeth.

It's making short work of its meal. It must be the biggest, deadliest, most ferocious predator in all the world. You can't imagine anything being able to stand up to it, no other monster animal you've ever read or heard about through all of the history of the Earth would have a chance against it.

The man jumps on its back.

You hear a wild laughing as the man lands, legs bowed out wide as he stradles a tiny fraction of the creature, before taking what looks like a two foot long cannon off of his back. He presses it down, lodging the end of the barrel under and between two armoured plates, and fires. The monster doesn't seem to notice in terms of any sort of pain, but it does notice, and starts to thrash.

Dirt, rocks, and planks from the dock are torn up from the ground from its enormous body and giant claws thrashing around. But the man, instead of going flying, instead laughs even more like a maniac... You can just about see that whatever was fired into the monsters back, is connected to a steel cable, which has been locked on to his belt.

Instead of being instantly thrown off, the cable is taut, keeping him pulled down against the titan.
And then he unsheathes two, foot long batons from the backpack. You watch as sparks fly as they clang together, coiled wires travelling from them and into the overly large backpack.

With a cry he starts attacking the monster with them, trying to stab them into the creatures back as if they were knives, and as if he had the arm strength to pierce a tank. This is the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen.

Even if it was part of a fictional story you'd be completely unbelieving that someone without at least a squad of tanks under their command, could possibly take on such a terrifying monster. You can't see how this could possibly end well for the man. But you're positive it's going to be a battle for the ages, the most spectacular thing you'll ever see that will completely dwarf anything in The Lord of the Rings trilogy.

That's when a chunk of rock churned up from the ground goes flying, and hits you in the side of the head. And you're no longer able to watch what happens.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes blearily open, sight unfocused and blurry, trying to make sense of what's in front of you. A giant yellow crane, slowly lowering a knocked out giant crocodile, into a giant trailer on the back of a giant truck.

Once the crane has pulled away, leaving the croc inside, the roof of the custom made trailer closes. You briefly see that it's lined with enormously thick steel bars.

It starts getting driven away. The man from before, now in little but torn rags of what used to be his clothes, signs paperwork offered to him by strangely unnerving men in black suits.

You then notice another truck driving away, before realising the remains of the flipper dinosaur thing, and all the torn up savaged woodwork of the docks are all missing. Chunks of rock and boulders are gone. You're sure there are now less trees around the edges of the lake. And where holes should be from the ground getting torn up, there's instead rapidly setting freshly poured cement.

Soon, everyone drives away, having apparantly forgotten about you. You weakly climb to your feet, and shakily stagger to where you parked your car behind some trees, out of sight and in the shade.... To find it's been half crushed by the ten foot boat.

The roof of your car has been caved in, and all the glass from the windows decorates the ground as they exploded outwards. The wheels are all buckled, misaligned, and smoke rises up from under the bent hood...

Mildred's getting beaten tonight.

The afternoon of day 40

You stumble on through the door of your home, small rivulets of blood running down your body from all the small cuts you gained during the 'fight'. What once were clothes are now close to nonexistant. And as luck would have it, it's only now in the privacy of your home that a thread at the front of your pants is torn, and with it the crotch of your pants gives up, the mass of fabric almost disintegrating as your cock flops out.

Well, if you're already exposed... You pull at the rags barely wrapped around you, and without much effort they tear away from you. You drop the bundle of stringy cloth to the floor, and kick off the one shoe you're still wearing. Your six girls stare at you.

"Hey ladies. I know, I'm all scratched up, I'm gonna go take a shower, I'm fine, I promise."

You smile reassuringly to them, hoping to qualm their need to shower you in love, as well as girly sticking plasters... Okay you might enjoy it, immensely, but you're trying to hold onto your feeling of manliness after such an epic battle. At the look of shock on their faces, you guess it didn't work.

"Seriously, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Fluttershy, amazingly, is the first to speak up.

"Um, it's not that... You... You're um, exposing yourself to Sugar Kisses... And you're being really casual about it...."

Ahhh shiet. You'd forgotten all about her.

Or more accurately you were treating her like a pet so wouldn't care about being naked in front of her. That's not how they see her though.. A look of panic shoots across your face, and your body seizes up. Not quite enough to stop you from clapping your hands over your cock and balls though.

"Uh, right, sorry, really sorry about that, I'll just..."

You slowly crab walk, shuffling side to side, hiding your meat with your hands as you shimmy around the outside of the room, and then dash into your new giant bathroom.

You pace around on the tiled floor. Well great... Imagine the aftermath of showing your dick to your girlfriends' friend, multiplied by six.

You start up the huge shower. Fine. You'll face the consequences. But you're at least going to be clean for the moment when you exit the bathroom, and start having vases and dishes and glasses immediately flung at your head. If you're lucky, none of the six will have psycho jealousy bitch within them, and you'll be able to get through this with your balls still connected to the rest of you.

As hot water flows over you, you feel a little cold on your back, a draft blowing against you, and then a pair of soft lips lightly kissing one of the slight cuts on your neck. You turn, to find Dash flapping her wings.

With water now starting to weigh down her mane and drizzle through her downey wings, she begins to slightly decend from the added weight. You lightly squeeze her ass cheeks, bigger since she hasn't been flying around super fast for hours on end like she used to in her home world, and bring her to your chest.

The water raining down coats her more, her mane hanging low, and you can feel her wet tail against your foot. Since arriving at your home, you're pretty sure she's never once cut her mane or tail, now both almost as long as Fluttershys. She gazes up at you with shimmering eyes.

"Help me to kiss you better?"

Maybe you can at least count on one of them not to go mental. Unless this is a clever ruse... Women are without equal when it comes to coniving backstabbing after all. But, these aren't women you're dealing with...

They've proven themselves to be far above and beyond wonderful, caring and understanding, time and time again. Maybe you're worrying over nothing.

You slowly move her from one cut to the other. She places her hooves against your body to tell you to keep her positioned there, her lips kissing softly, peppering the wound with love, tilting her head side to side. Her lips are painted red from blood and instantly washed clean.

Once her hooves leave your form you reposition her, to work her magic on the next little cut. Your arms slightly strain from the combination of leverage and time, but you're intent on keeping on moving her around, until every last minor wound has been 'kissed better'.

"Up."

You instantly raise her up to your height, and shift your arms beneath her ass so she's sitting on your forearms. It's far easier to hold her like this. She smiles to you, pressed against your chest.

"I love you.... We all love you so much. We're not angry with you, okay sweetheart, uh, dude?"

She blushes. Even now she struggles to use more tender pet names, to act girly, even if she likes it.

"Okay, I love you too, sweetheart."

You smile before kissing her slowly and softly, and she purrs into your mouth.

After a few minutes, your manhood is twitching out in front of you, and more ponies enter the bathroom, including Sugar Kisses. You quickly lower Dashie, holding her out in front of your raging member to hide it, the shower pretty much exclussively raining down your back now. You bring her towards you, using her to raise your dick up, sandwiching it between your stomach and her body, with the tip booping her muzzle.

"Um, what's going on?"

Your girls move towards you, and usher Sugar along with them.

"It's okay, don't be nervous..." You just about pick out Fluttershy whispering to her.

Twilight lets out a deep breath. "Well, we've all been talking over the past couple of days, and seeing as we've become the best of friends, and she can't exactly meet anyone else... And we have been feeling a tad guilty having such an amazing man-friend to flaunt... Well, we were thinking, maybe she could join our herd."

Your eyes start to bulge out, and you focus on quickly steamrolling this whole idea, but unfortunately Dashie starts suckling on the tip of your cock as her soft furry body rubs against your shaft and balls, her tongue lapping at your cum slit.

"Nnnn..."

"And with you so, so brazennly showing your interest in her, well... I must admit, we were all a little mad, but at the same time it was a relief. I don't think we'd have ever found a way to bring it up to you otherwise, we could have kept on as normal and this might never have happened."

She smiles sheepishly to you, while Dashie's trying to jerk you off using her body, grinding against you as she laps up your precum.

"So what do you say?"

Fuck... So it's come down to this... You can either go along with it, and fuck an actual, animal pony... Or you can reveal that Sugar Kisses is just an animal and have been withholding the truth from them for a week, treating them like fools.

.....
"That... Sounds... Great."

You grimace slightly as you speak. What is happening? How did it come to this?

Twilight lets out a 'yes!', and clops her front hooves together quickly before falling back to a standing position.

The girls all let out similar small cheers, Fluttershy cuddling around Sugars neck, and Pinkie letting off a tooting explosion of confetti from a party cannon. Stop spending my money Pinkie! They all trot further towards you and the suckling Dash.

"Can you lower Dashie Nonny?" Pinkie giggles as she asks.

You blush, gulp, and do so, setting Dash onto her back hooves, front ones on your thighs, her mouth still attatched to your tip, your cock pointing out in front of you and tilted down a little now.

"Mmmmm....." She almost struggles to pull her head back, lips popping from your dome as she falls to all fours and takes a few steps back as your cock springs up, and waves around before settling to rest in its natural position.

"Hoo, it's difficult to stop tasting that thing."

"Darling, can you sit down? Kisses isn't quite as nimble as us, five, to get to your endowments."

Applejack, minus her hat, turns to the side and pouts.

"Dang two leg standin ponies, t'aint right."

As Rarity lessens and adjusts the spray of the hot shower to be more like a fine mist, you sit down on the edge of a low down stool that they had bought, your balls hanging off it. The six girls lead the pony to your raging hard, throbbing cock. Pinkie licks her lips and encourages her the most.

"Don't be nervous Kisses... I know it's huge, and look at that girth.... But it's the best dick ever, you'll love being friends with it."

Fluttershy weighs in.

"Um, but if you're too nervous to jump right to such a, monstrous, fat... Eep!... Um, maybe you'd like to bond with him a little more first?"

Your thighs are being gently caressed by hooves, and AJ kisses your hip.

"Lean down to her shugacube... Give it to her how I like it..."

You gulp again, and lean far down towards the pony as you try to take control of your breathing. You reach out, and lightly begin running your fingertips through her mane, and along the curves of her ears.

Twilight blushes at the sight.

"This is so... Hot. All six of us knowing how sensational our handsome man is, watching our new friend experiencing it for the first time." Twilight rubs Sugars back, easing her towards you.

The pony seems to get the message, and is soon leaning up. As you brush and stroke her mane, and caress her ears like the girls love, your mouths come perilously close. You're looking into the ponies eyes, and you're not sure if it's because its eyes are so big, but you're pretty sure it's actually gazing back.

Your mouth opens further... You let out a long, deep breath. And... It inhales. Is it just instinct that's making it do that? As she breathes back out, you breathe in, and take in the taste of its breath.

It's... Quite pleasant, and quite heady. You're not sure if that's disturbing to you or not. You keep slowly, and deeply breathing, while gazing into this creatures eyes. The massaging the girls are giving your legs slowly becomes more firm, and lips kiss and suckle at your flesh more frequently.

Your cock twitches, harder than ever despite the lack of attention to it. Is this you now? Have you become so shameless and debauched that you're getting off from something so... Absolutely mental, with an animal?

.... Yeah probably.

"Oh darling... This is so lustful and romantic at the same time..." Rarity reaches for your balls, lightly rubbing the underside.

You let out a grunt and an accompanying blast of warm breath. The pony breathes in, and lets out... Pony noises, on the breath out.

"Oh my... It seems Kisses agrees..."

She and Applejack sneak between your legs, sit their fat rumps down, and start running their lips up and down your shaft, mouths steadily opening wider to wrap around either side, their tongues lapping at your meat, sliding along your pulsing veins.

You let out another grunt as you breathe harder, and she... The pony, responds in kind. As you're breathing a little eratically, and your body wants to just lurch forwards and bury your cock in something, your lips close the distance to hers, briefly bumping against Sugars.

It keeps happening. You exchange breath with her, and your lips lightly brush against hers. The animals you mean. She, it, starts to press back each time you briefly escape, until your lips are almost constantly touching and bumping as you breathe, open mouthed.

By now it seems that the hot mist the shower gently sprays has made everyone wet, droplets of water rolling down their soaked bodies. You keep stroking the ponys' mane as you experimentally sort of, open mouth kiss her, your lips manipulating hers slightly.

She seems to experiment back. There's a splatting sound from your precum, oozing out from your tip to fall on the floor. Pinkie looks slightly triggered.

"Okay, wasting jizz is now a crime. Sugar, would you like to move onto something even tastier than Anons breath?"

AJ and Rarity slide their lips up to your dome, where the two heavily kiss your engorged mushroom head, as well as each other, before pulling away, gasping slightly. The two back up from between your legs.

"Go on Shuga, get a taste..."

You pull yourself back until you're sitting upright, gasping, feeling ever so slightly dizzy. You find yourself gently pulling on her mane while petting her. It. And it dutifully follows, head lowering as she, it, comes towards your cock.

For a second you think you're losing your mind and the animal is actually going to just start giving you a blowjob.

Instead, as her head lowers more, your cock glides along her soft feeling features, and her muzzle pushes between your balls and your thigh. Your manhood twitches along her face and head as she curiously pushes as deep as she can into the crook of your crotch. She's smelling you, taking in your musk.

You stroke along her ears as she keeps smelling, breathing, each minutte movement causing her soft fur to tickle along your throbbing member. Your thighs and hips have six pairs of lips almost constantly kissing now, as your girls watch the pony.

Its wide tongue comes out to lap at the underside of your nuts. And then again, and again... Apparently it likes the taste.

You grind gently against her face while in the back of your mind begging that the dumb animal doesn't decide to bite. Its tongue lavishes your balls with saliva as it keeps inhaling your musk, and your dick drags back and forth against her.

Precum slowly seeps from your tip, onto her face.

"Oh fuck..."

Pinkie moves a foreleg around Sugars neck, and slowly draws her back. But as she does so it causes the pony to try and reclaim more of your taste. Her big flat tongue almost coils entirely around your girth.

"Heehee, see Kisses? I told you he tasted amazing. Boy Nonny you should take a look at her back here, she's winking like crazy! Wanna mount her stud?"

As Pinkie pulls, the tight coiling tongue slowly runs down your length, to your tip, before finally slipping off.

"God... Yes..." You manage to gasp out.

As Pinkie turns Sugar around, the pony then immediately backs up, pressing her round behind against you and your cock, her tail moved to the side, pussy winking, kissing your dick. She keeps moving forwards, then bumping her ass back against you, trying to make you mount her.

Oh fuck, well, here goes... You grunt and ease her forwards, press your tip to her pussy, and this time as she backs up, she has to do so slower. Your thick cock is slowly pushed into the tight and incredibly wet, drooling, pale pink pony pussy... She starts making more noise as some of the girls are around the two of you, watching your dick slowly sink in.

"That's it darling, you can take it all... He will hilt, just you wait... My word, such a glorious pussy pleaser..."

You grunt as her weight keeps pushing back against you, and like with the others, you start stretching open her cervix. She pushes back hard, lurching, and you're forced all the way inside this beautiful girl. You groan out, and run your hands along her back, massaging softly as you slowly rock your hips into her.

You move to kneel over her rather than staying sat on the stool, wanting to feel more of her with your body. Pinkie moves the stool back and then presses her hooves against your ass, massaging and apparently helping you to push.

Your hands run along Sugars soft, warm, wet fur, as you keep grinding your cock inside her, feeling along her vice tight pussy walls, until she makes more moaning noises, and she spasms around you, trying to milk you. You grunt as you give her short one inch thrusts as she orgasms and squirts around your dick. Her pussy walls are shuddering, wrapped so tightly around you as she drenches your thighs in her fluids.

As her first orgasm dies down, you try to prolong it even further and to bring another, your thrusts drawing back further each time, the wet smack of your hips meeting her growing louder. You're soon pistoning back and forth with your entire length, slamming into her while trying to feel as much of her as you can. She's so soft. You have an arm wrapped around her mid section, the other around her neck, torso rubbing against her back, panting passed her head as your hips buck into her.

All too soon, she climaxes again as you ram into her. Her knees start to buckle, and as she lays down on her front your cock slowly slides out of her, coated, like your thighs, with her release. You groan as you allow her to fall from you, your cock twitching, veins bulging, wanting to shoot after so much tension.

As you pant, you look to your other girls, expecting them to present themselves so you can start cycling through them as usual.

Instead, AJ and Rarity both move their lips back to your slippery cock, starting to stroke the sides up and down, as Twilight moves to start sucking at the tip, three tongues swirling at your straining rock hard meat. You groan out as Pinkie smiles.

"Seeing as it's her first time, we figure it should be her to get your hot load of baby butter, we're just going to help you get closer to unloading those huge balls of yours."

And with that she disappears, and you feel a poofy mane surrounding your nuts, a face pushing at your ass cheeks, and a tongue lapping at your asshole. You grit your teeth at the sensation, rocking your hips, wanting to feel more of the four mouths on you.

Shy and Dash flap their wings, and you open your arms to accept them, bringing the two against your chest, starting to make out and tongue wrestle with them. You groan into their mouths while messily kissing them as you run your fingertips along their spread wings.

All the while Pinkie is making out with your asshole like it could kiss back. And Twilight is sucking hard around your dome and an inch of shaft, while AJ and Rarity try their best to sloppily kiss each other with your fat cock in the way.

You grind back and forth for an age while Sugar Kisses recovers. You kiss the two pagasi deeply, trading open mouthed tongue kisses with one, then the other, or having both trying to overwhelm you at once. You groan with pleasure as AJ and Rarity seem intent on now stroking you as fast as they can with their lips wrapped round either side of your throbbing cock. You start thrusting between them, and into Twilights mouth, her tongue rolling and twisting over and around your dome.

Pinkies big tongue is now writhing a few inches inside you, pressing against your prostate while her lips kiss, smack, and suckle at the rim of your asshole, all making your member twitch even harder, precum leaking like a faucet. As you get close to shooting, you feel the mouths suddenly leave your manhood, and peering through multicoloured manes you find Kisses getting back to her hooves.

With two ponies hanging off your neck, you still manage to draw her back to you, press your tip to her still soaked pussy, and plunge your entire length deep inside, feeling her squeeze tight all around you. You move your upper body over her once again, Dash and Shy sandwiched between in a makeout pile. AJ, Rarity, and Twilight rub themselves against your body, kissing and lightly licking at your muscled, tensed arms and shoulders.

You grunt and groan as you hammer into your new girl, fucking her while Pinkie changes positions, forelegs holding onto your hips, face still between your ass cheeks as she tongue fucks you. You struggle to hold yourself up, and bear down on Kisses even more, gasping for breath as ponies writhe and kiss all around you, panting hard.

You slam yourself into her, and stay there, grinding as you moan out, cum forcefully shooting through your dick and spurting out, flooding her womb, forcing her to orgasm again. Her incredible tightness vibrates around you as you cuddle around her, and kiss madly around the top of her head. Pinkies tongue lavishes your twitching prostate with attention. It's all you can do to hold onto your sanity as you ride out the storm of pleasure.

As both your incredible climaxes eventually, inevitably, finally die down, you manage to sink your body to the floor, just next to her rather than crushing her. You and all your girls lay in a pile of multiple colours, your body being massaged from all angles by lips and hooves.

You almost feel like you're on a drug as you trade kisses with them, one by one, your head swimming. Bodies caress against you, hooves tenderly massage you, and tongues one by one drag from the base of your over-sensitive cock, to your tip.

Everything slowly fades out...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you start regaining your senses, you find that the water has been turned off long ago, and you've been towled down, laying on the floor, snuggling with Kisses.

"Mm darling, that was delectably delightful to watch and participate in..." Rarity gives you a soft, tender kiss, which you of course return.

Fluttershy delicately kisses your balls, encouraging them to refill, smiling up to you.

"Feel free to rest my beloved, we can stall dinner for a while, you come out when you're ready okay snuggle bunny?"

"Yeah... Yeah okay..."
Even now you're a little short of breath.

Dashie nuzzles her cheek against yours, then gives you a light peck on the lips.

"Don't take too long though."

As they leave the bathroom, you find yourself staring at the ceiling, holding the little pony, your new girl, Sugar Kisses, close. She seems to be in the same state as you, and nuzzles herself even closer.

This probably isn't... Too unusual, right? No, it's fine... Perfectly, wonderfully, fine...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alternate ending 1.

The bathroom door reopens, and Dashie pokes her head through. She grins at the sight before her, then speaks.

"Dude, I can't believe you fucked an animal, you slut."

She closes the door behind her as you have a mild panic attack.

Alternate Ending 2.

You are Sugar Kisses. And Holy Celestia that was amazing! Thank the Sun that Equestria exploded into nothingness. Nopony could ever get someone like this back there. Especially not you. Not when you're a retard anyway.

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Author's Note

First (And likely only) time writing about a pony pony.
Regular magical pony updates will resume shortly.

Planning Ponies

Day 50

Another day, another exuberant amount of cash going into your account. High risk, high reward after all. Good thing too, as you have seven girls to take care of. You open your door to find your seven gorgeous girls... Okay, six gorgeous girls and one fluffy female animal that you have strange feelings about... Strange feelings haven't stopped you from ploughing her every day though.

Anyway, you find your girls waiting for you, and as has become the norm, you're soon being showered with love and affection. Sometimes you take the lead, sometimes they do. Sometimes you give as good as you get, and sometimes you just lounge back and bask in the feeling of seven cuties nuzzling and kissing and rubbing all over you. Right now is lounging time.

You let out a deep sigh of relaxation. Any bad day is instantly improved by them.

"I love you all... So much..."

Fluttershy snuggles extra close to your chest and kisses along your jawline.

"We love you too... My nigger."

.....Wut?

"Fluttershy!" An outraged Twilight speaks up.

Well good, at least it's not just you that finds that statement to be seriously out of place.

"NiggER, with a hard e r is for when you're attempting to make a new friend, nigga with an a is for a loved one."

...Wut?

"Oh sorry Twilight, sorry Anon..." Shys' soft lips kiss slowly at yours, and her dazzling eyes sparkle as she gazes so lovingly up to you. "I love you, my nigga."

"Wut?"

Rarity titters, and stops her suckling of the fingers of your left hand, having been gently taking them into her mouth one at a time and lavishing them with her attention.

"Surprised darling? We've been looking up more about human vernacular. We wish to be the perfect mares for you. It's a little troublesome accessing all of the information, but I believe we used the term correctly did we not?"

Right, you guess some stuff must have managed to slip through the child friendly locks you placed on your laptop. You look down to six eager faces, and one face nuzzled into your lap, taking in your essence with each breath. You don't want to disappoint them do you? They're only doing this for your benefit after all. And what's the harm? It is pretty funny, and you could always lessen their usage of it whenever you wanted.

"Yep, perfect Rarity... Thank you so much."

You smile and lean down to give her alabaster lips a gentle smooch. She giggles more than titters this time, a blush coming to her face.

"And thank you, my nigga."

You can't help but crack a grin as you lightly scratch behind her ear, making her shiver against your touch. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and so you have to leave for work.

No death defying feats of strength, bravery, smarts, or madness today against some unfathomable beast though. Instead you're going back to basics and tangling with a bunch of ordinary humans in a secretive clan, looking to sell on some magical creatures for a high price. When you first heard of the mission you were hoping it was going to be a Man-Bear-Pig. Half man, half bear, half pig. You've never seen one before, and considering all that you've fought and lived through as the top field agent, that's saying something.

But no, you'll be rescuing a couple of ponies again. The glory of catching a Man-Bear-Pig will have to wait.

You and a small hand picked team head down to the place, all decked out in the usual gear for a raid. You crack your neck by moving your head side to side, pose dramatically in the nearest reflective surface, admire your gains, and then focus on the task ahead of you. You press the button on the device on your belt, and count to three.

Your foot collides with the door in front of you, this time the lock not only breaking, but the entire door coming off the hinges. It flys forwards to slam into a guy, knocking him over, the door forming an extra crack along the middle of it from the impact. Well, if that doesn't get peoples attention nothing will. Still, best to follow procedure.

"Hands in the air! Mythical Legends Police!" You roar out as the others in your team come tearing through their own access points.

Looks like things will be easy this time as the guys give up without any real confrontation. Shame, but you suppose a door exploding into someones face would take the fight out of most people.

You allow the regular procedures to take place while keeping a grip on your gun in case anything suddenly goes haywire. But nope, this was all nice and straight forward. You look towards the ponies, or you would, except before being able to see them, you'll have to uncover the cages they're held in. Holstering your Glock you head over to the cages, uncovering them one by one, letting the tarps that were on them fall to the floor.

You look between the two ponies, noting that one of them has a black eye, a cut lower lip, and seems to have had a good fistful of feathers pulled off from a wing. You feel slightly bad for also reflexively noting that they're only cosmetic injuries, so aren't a big deal. They'll be fine after a short while. Looking between the two you also wonder why one is in pristine condition, completely unharmed.

"Feckless worm! Thou art worth less than the dirt on our shoes thee subpony ape! Thee don't frighten us thee simian pig dog, go and boileth thy bottom, thee son of a silly person. We bloweth our nose at thee and fart in thy general direction. Thy mother wast a hamster, and thy father smelt, of elderberries!"

Well... You can probably guess why now. Still, you can't exactly blame her, you wouldn't play nice if you were caged up and sold to people. You're surprised the two have been left with those trinkets decorating them, though you're not sure if they actually belong to the ponies, or if the sellers tried making them seem more special for a higher price.

The two actually do seem pretty special just by themselves though, what with being taller than the other ponies you've seen. One is around three foot ten inches, and the other around four foot eight inches.

Oh, and of course the giant ethereal manes floating around them that twinkle and shimmer. Probably should have noticed that first.

"You don't have to worry okay?" You begin, gently. "I'm Anon, Captain of this squad. I'm not like the people you've been held captive by, and I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I'm going to let you out now okay? Please stay calm."

You give a reassuring smile as you attempt to treat them as the sentient beings they are. You unlock the first cage to allow the taller white one to exit it, the pony immediately stepping out and stretching from being in the cramped space, mane and tail flowing more freely as well, billowing outwards. You do the same with the dark blue one, and she immediately charges forwards, head tilted down, trying to skewer you with her; thankfully, bless the Lord, blunt horn.

It still hurts like crazy though as the hard horn tip, being pushed by the full weight of the charging pony, hits right in the middle of your limp dick... You double over instantly while your legs buckle, falling back. With the ultimate fear in your heart, the fear for the safety of your manhood, your hand instantly whips back to grab for your gun to shoot this bitch. This bitch who's been in captivity and treated like an object and beat on since her idyllic home and entire way of life was destroyed, ready to be sold to who knows who to do who knows what to her....

Your current plight doesn't seem so bad in comparison... Plus you'll end up with a mountain of paper work if you kill her.

Your hand moves further back to grip your tazer instead, whipping it out and firing it at her. The two tiny darts land right between her eyes.

All of this happens in a fraction of time, as your back then hits the floor. She meanwhile is spasming, uncontrollably hitting the floor as well and shaking, before finally coming to rest with the occasional twitch.

You grip your manhood and weakly, shudderingly stand back up, legs crooked as you desperately hope you can't feel any blood seeping through your pants. The white one is panicking over the twitching dark blue one as Cassie approaches.

"Ouch Anon, you may end up becoming more womanly than your 'girl'friend."

You cringe at the thought of losing your dick, and that you're still thought to be dating the Director's gay.... Son? You shake the thoughts from your head while attempting to stand up straighter.

"Whatever... Have any of the environmental sanctuaries opened up more space for these two to fit in?"

She immediately answers with "No. Only the isolation chambers are left."

"Ah hell... What about that clearing that the baby eating sasquatch lives in with the cloud people? He's been alive for like a hundred and forty years and not a single other one of his kind has been found. If he's the last one what's the point, can't we just kill him and give the space to these two?" You ask hopefully, still holding onto your poor, hurting dick.

"It eats berries, and mushrooms. And no."

Hell... Well, you don't think you could manage with another two ponies around, especially one that might try killing you while you're asleep... Screw it, they'll just have to tough it out for a while. It's not your problem, there's only so much goodness in you, and hey, you spend most your life stopping monsters from killing people, and saving endangered creatures... You do enough. You are not going to feel guilty about this, you have done more than enough just by saving them from sexual slavery or scientific experiments, or whatever their fate would be if you hadn't intervened.

You walk away, definitely not feeling guilty, knowing you've already done your part and made a difference, and allow others to take over to bring the two to a different facility.

"A-are you okay Luna?"

"We... I'm...... Fine... Celestia.."

"W-we'll be okay Luna, I'll protect you..."

Shiet.

Shiiiieeeeeeeet.

You turn around to look at the two.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeet.

You hobble back towards them.

"Celestia. Luna. Luna and Celestia. These ponies I know, they've said your names before... Quite a bit actually..." You let out a deep sigh. "You are so lucky that they know you, because otherwise you'd be getting split up and housed in small monitoring chambers.... You tried to kill my dick.... My DICK."

You emphasise to get the point across. I mean, it's your dick after all, that's personal.

"So don't make me regret this but, I'm taking the two of you back to my home, that's inside one of these big facilities. If you try and escape for the outside world you will be captured and taken away to different cramped locations at best, or killed by security and automated defenses at worst. But you'll have no reason to okay? It's safe, it's a nice home, you'll be together, and I'll try and keep you comfortable and not bored, alright?"

You try and smile reassuringly once again, the effect lessened by wincing due to the pain you're still experiencing.

Luna scowls at you while Celestia is cradling her. The far more pleasant one gives her a look, placating her at least for now, before answering for the both of them.

"We accept your generosity, thank you." Is the simple reply.

Great... Let's get back home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You, one of the silent men in black, and Cassie, are in your van, slightly squashed and rubbing together, with her driving back to the facility, while you hold an ice pack to your groin, sat in the middle. You still haven't checked it out yet, partly in fear of what you'll find. The two bigger than normal ponies are leashed and collared, held in the back of the van.

"What do you mean I might not be allowed to keep them?"

"I mean exactly what I said."

That doesn't clarify anything! God damnit, if you might not be allowed to take them then why the hell did she just stand there while you promised to look after them and got their hopes up?

Luckily Cassie decides not to leave you hanging with just that scrap of information.

"Look, I shouldn't be telling you this... But some concerns have been raised. Since the pony kissing incident; which was obviously Jenkins way of trying to hide his own disgusting perversions..."

Thank God he didn't have a camera on him when he caught you.

"...And with you having been looking after them for so long, the higher ups feel like a review of the situation needs to be taken, by interviewing the six of them. Don't worry, it won't be too gruelling, I'll be one of the interviewers after all."

You let out a sigh as the entire side of her body, including thigh and breast, jostles and rubs against you as she pulls the van up just outside the compound. The three of you, with a little help from Cassie as you're limping slightly, take Celestia and Luna to Jenkins old office. You let them know that it probably won't be until morning before they can settle into their new home. Luckily there's a couch in the office, and while the two of them are bigger than the others, they're still fairly small ponies. The suit stays behind as you and Cassie both leave, once again with a bit of help from her, bodies leaning against each other. The two of you come to a stop outside your door, another man waiting.

Looks like.... Trayvon? Tyrone? Something like that, will be helping with the interviews. You're fairly certain you only know a grand total of four peoples names who work here. The three of you head inside, with you hoping beyond hope that your girls haven't set up something romantic.

Thankfully, everything seems to be normal. You let out a relieved breath before speaking.

"Hey girls, these guys here just want to talk to you for a bit, find out how you're settling in, make sure everything's okay, alright?"

You were totally worrying over nothing, this will go nice and smoothly, no panic attacks necessary. Dash trots towards the three of you, looking to the newcomers, deciding to greet the dude first.

"Sup nigga?"

Oh no.

"Oh wait, sorry. Sup niggER."

She beams a bright proud smile over using what she deems to be the correct vernacular, as the three of you stand still in absolute shock... Well at least that's as horrifically bad as this is going to get...

Rarity sniffs at the air, leaning forwards, before her eyes fly open in rage as she leaps over the back of the couch towards the three of you. She lands and throws an accusatory hoof out towards Cassie.

"WHORE!"

Day 51

You hobble on through into your home, letting out one long, deep breath, your entire body sagging. Well... That went about as well as it could have...

The interviews were fine, surprisingly. Your girls aren't dumb enough to start regaling other humans with tales of your romantic and sexual exploits with them. And when their living conditions were looked over, you were happy to discover that Twilight had the foresight to have made that giant laminated erotic painting of you in the bathroom, double sided. So all the inspectors saw was a painting of a lake and a boat.

There were concerns over what exactly you were teaching them about this world however, particularly vocal concerns by... Tupac? You still don't know his name.

And so you had to smooth things over with, of course, the Director's gay twink.... Fuck it, you're just going to call him a girl, seems less gay with how far you went this time. Thankfully and ever so luckily, due to the horrible bruising along your shaft things didn't escalate too far. You admit, you did kind of enjoy him.... Her, pampering your cock with kisses and caresses, leaving lipgloss marks along it, carefully washing it and your balls with petite soapy hands, and nuzzling against it...

Christ, you're not even sure if letting him, her, practically worship your body and manhood for the rest of the evening and most of the night is as wrong as full on fucking both sentient, and animalistic ponies.

One's pretty gay, one's full on bestiality. Your moral compass has been so warped... Still, it felt good.

But now, you've got some real good news for the girls, as behind you, trotting in, are Celestia and Luna, both now under your care.

"Hey girls, look who I managed to fin-"

"Princess!" Twilight shouts, before bounding on over and gleefully hugging the white one.

Princess?

The others, including a curious Sugar Kisses, come over to embrace the two new arrivals, nuzzling and hugging, talking excitedly, Luna being referred to as a Princess as well.

"Hold on, is that just a nickname they have, or are they actual, real Princesses?" You ask as Twilight blushes.

"They are, and, well actually, I'm a Princess as well."

You've... You've been banging a Princess? Awesome... And you suppose the trinkets these two are wearing make an awful lot more sense now.

You allow the girls to talk by themselves while you make some food for the lot of them, including the two new arrivals. Best to try and win them over early, especially Luna. You seriously don't want to wake up hovering over your own body, to the sight of your material self having been killed.

Once was enough.

After a short while you return with trays of food for them, as well as yourself. You're content to let them enjoy their time reuniting rather than trying to insert yourself into their excited conversations and tearful hugs.

You smile at the sight, before frowning slightly, hating that they have to be in such a situation in the first place. But what else could you do? You're already doing all you can, you're just one man, and an influx of an entire society of magical creatures with nowhere to go is a little above you.

Putting aside the thought, as well as your now empty plate and glass, you instead prepare for a day of lighter work due to your injury.

"Girls?"

You lean down to them to say goodbye, giving each one a tender hug and soft kiss, and receiving as much in return.

You notice Celestia's look of shock, and Luna's visage of utter contempt. Oh boy, you hope that wasn't a mistake...

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The chords of muscle in your legs tremble slightly as you stride down the hallway. You're pretty tired after constant trekking through the forest, searching for little rock men.

Currently without a real classification, they're about the size of a gallon jug, and are shaped and coloured like small boulders. They have 'moss' growing over them, actually their spindly arms and legs that they can wrap around their own bodies while hiding. Very slow moving and wary, it's very difficult to actually find the camouflaged creatures....

Which is why you're coming back empty handed after checking rock, after rock, after rock, after rock, for hours and hours on end. Of course you had no idea if that forest even had any of the little guys roaming around, but hey, if your bosses want to pay you to walk around a forest, taking in the sights and fresh air, then who are you to argue?

As you unlock and open the door to your home, you hear the girls talking for just a fraction of a second, before all becomes deathly quiet. As you enter and close the door behind you, you arch an eyebrow, looking over your nine roommates.

Luna is failing to stop herself from glaring at you, Celestia is pretending that her hooves are the most interesting things in the world... Five of your girls are simply trying to avoid your eye and acting as nonchalant as possible, Dash overdoing it and almost falling off the couch as she pretends to be oh so relaxed, while Sugar Kisses simply looks off into the distance...

And then there's Applejack.

A few droplets of sweat are running down her forehead. A hoof is trembling. Her face is scrunched up a little, as if she were biting her tongue.

Oh God, Luna has bewitched them and they're all planning to kill you aren't they?

"Appleja-"

"We aint plannin nuthin!"

Oh God, you were right!

Celestia lets out a sigh, before getting up from her seat and trotting towards you, while Luna calls after her.

"Sister nay! Yond bastard wouldst only sabotage our plans and betray us to his fellow human filth. Yond pony rapist hast madeth slaves of our kind and brainwashed our canter-cousins to doth his bidding. The poor warped daws art being manipulated liketh puppets and we shouldst not believeth their words. We cannot trusteth this timberwolf in sheep's clothing!"

Celestia pauses for just a moment, before her eyes become resolute as she gazes up to you.

"While I thank you wholly for what you've done for us, we are both... Uncertain on how much we can trust you... These ponies vouch that you are a kind, noble, and honourable man... As well as that the seven of them have entered into a herd with you... And so before I begin explaining what we've been discussing, may you please tell me... Do you love them?"

Your heart skips a beat at that, having thought she was leading up to some incredibly difficult to answer question, but that one's pretty easy. You answer as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah."

A few seconds pass with her simply maintaining eye contact with you, and then a few seconds more, before a serene smile breaks out across her face, from her lips to her eyes.

"Well then, you should have a seat with us as we tell you what we're planning."

"Sister! Thee cannot base the future of Equestria on such a, a, pitiful questioning! We wilt interrogate this beast to ensureth it is not fals-"

Celestia's hoof pushes against Luna's mouth.

"Oh put a sock in it Luna. I may not be the Princess of love, but it's plain to see that his feelings are very much genuine... We can trust him. Twilight, I'm sorry that we doubted you, but-"

This time it's Twilight's turn to interrupt while you sit down, and AJ hops up onto your lap as you face the three Princesses.

"It's no problem Princess, I understand. This matter is incredibly serious, you needed to be sure." She smiles, thankful that you're being brought in on this... Whatever this is.

"Uh so, what exactly are we talking about here? I thought Equestria was destroyed."

While Luna crosses her front hooves and grumbles to herself, you try to ignore the warmth and wonderfulness of Applejack's ass, and Celestia begins to educate you.

"Yes, it was... But we aren't truly aliens to your world. I'm unsure how long ago it was, as the flow of time can differ between realms, but a very, very long time ago, when your Earth was filled with magic, our kind, and others, were at the breaking point.... There was too much going on in the world, too many creatures, too many sentient species, too many settlements, and too many encroaching humans, forever expanding..."

It looks like your girls, minus Sugar Kisses who is resting her muzzle in the palm of your hand, are rapt with attention, as if this is the first time they've heard the tale as well.

"It was decided that if nothing were to be done, these different cultures, tribes, beasts, all trying to forge their own paths or merely surviving, would inevitably clash in a devastating war. Luna's and I's parents, concocted a plan to counter that. They would use magic to create a world within worlds, a realm of grasslands, mountains, deserts, tundra, and more, for the different and more magically inclined species to escape to..."

Huh... That may explain the low numbers, or absolute disappearances of certain creatures. You always figured humans either hunted them close to, or to complete extinction. But with as ferocious as dragons sounded, you doubted some guys in tin suits hunted and slew the lot of them. Though if Twilight really did have a dragon as an assistant as she's told you, maybe they actually weren't that tough.

Well, with all these creatures now scattered around the Earth, maybe you'll find out one day.

"It took them a long time to figure out a way to do so, and in that time there were many attacks, from the more animalistic creatures you've dubbed to be mythical, to the various sapient magical races, to humans. Dragons scorching villages. Humans hunting Bugbears..."

She chuckles.

"By the Sun you humans were crazy..."

Wait a minute, some kind of monster you actually haven't heard of before? Damn... And just from the sound of it you want to fight one already.

"Griffons pillaging from ponies... It looked like things were ready to boil over, that all out war would come to fruition... But then, our parents found the solution to our problems. A spell to absorb magic. A spell to power themselves up until they could create another realm, existing in the same space as Earth, without ever colliding... And so, our world was born. Home to ponies, griffons, changelings, dragons, the minotaurs, manticores, the cockatrice... As many magical sapient species and animals that could be reached with these newfound, temporary powers... A safe haven, like what you have tried to do for all the mythical creatures that still remained, and all the new ones that have flooded your world from ours."

Celestia pauses, and you take a moment to think, and to ask the two biggest burning questions on your mind.

"So, why did your safe haven suddenly just... Disappear. And why don't you just use the same trick as before to magic up a new one?"

She smiles sombrely.

"In truth, I have absolutely no idea. We haven't found anything that could tell us why it happened. As for performing the same spell as before, we can't. The magic our parents absorbed wasn't dispersed back into your world. The magic here now is so weak we can only just levitate a fellow pony. Performing that spell though, is our only option to save our kind, to give us, and others, that safe haven once more..."

She stands and approaches you. With you sitting down, you're closer to her eye level.

"So if we can't find any magic strong enough here, we have to find a way to bring much more potent magic to us..."

She reaches for your hand, making you hold it out to her, before she reaches inside her... Torc? Peytral? Well, whatever the thing around her neck is... Wow, you should really have checked that earlier, no telling what she could have snuck in here.

She moves her hoof back to your hand, letting six, one inch wide black marble like spheres fall across your palm and fingers. You have absolutely no idea what they are, and they look completely worthless... Actually, they're not quite black, each one seems to have the tiniest hint of colour, each one different...

"We have a plan... Or at least the outlines of a plan. We know what we must do, doing it however is another matter entirely... But we must infuse these artifacts with the most powerful of magics in order to be successful, and to do that, we will need someones help..."

She looks up into your eyes, hers brimming with hope, desperation, and a silent plea.

"Please, before we continue, I, I can't take it anymore... I must know... Will you help us?"

It doesn't even take a second for you to answer. It won't matter what dangers you might face, what risks you'll have to take, what forces will be sent after you. Not only because of the girls you've fallen in love with, that it's their lives, their futures that hang in the balance. It's not just because it sounds like you'll be going on one hell of an adventure. It's not because of the close to breaking down mare right in front of you, silently begging you for your help.

And it's not even just to prove Luna wrong about you, giving you a chance to be smug...

It's just the right thing to do. The answer is as clear as day.

"Of course I will."

Farewell Ponies

Still Day 51

You roll the marble like things around in your hands, the fate of all pony kind apparently resting on them... God help you if you drop them.

"So.... These are the 'Elements of Harmony'."

Celestia nods.

"Yes, in their most complete and utter base forms, almost entirely devoid of magic thanks to the cataclysm of our homeland... They were once items of great power, used for a variety of things... Luna and I, once realizing how weakly magic resonated on this world, immediately began undertaking a mission to find them... They are of the utmost importance to our plan, simply due to the fact that they can hold immense loads of magic within them... We will need all the magical power we can possibly get in order to recreate the spells that formed our realm in the first place..."

Along with the other ponies, sans Sugar Kisses who has decided to take a nap, you listen with rapt attention. You've been pretending to follow what they've been telling you about the history of these things for the past ten minutes. The ability they had to either banish or turn to stone any threat seems pretty overpowered.

Celestia sighs as she regards Sugar Kisses.

"I wish I were as confident in our plan... My little ponies never cease to amaze in their regard for us humble Princesses..."

You resist rolling your eyes as the pony in question snorts in its sleep.

"Right, so, the plan?"

"Ah yes, well, we need to charge the Elements up with an abundance of magic, but to do so, we'll need to, or more precisely, you'll need to, go on a small journey."

At this, Luna pipes up.

"Sister prithee. I very much bethink not we can trusteth the future of our entire species and the many others of our world to this perverted ape."

Celestia's eyebrow raises.

"Oh really? And would you be able to do what's necessary to flood the Elements with magic? Could you, even?"

Luna somewhat screws up her face in irritation, before letting out a 'humph' and quickly averting her gaze.

Celestia sighs and shakes her head.

"But I'm afraid we are far from that stage in our plan. The Elements of Harmony were one thing, we used up the final reserves of our magic to find them, and are now as weakly able to wield spells as any other pony while on this magic depleted world... But this next item may prove to be a nightmare to track down... Anon, we pray you'll help us, to use every resource at your disposal to be able to find it... It will most likely take years, decades even, an entire lifetime, but no matter how long the search, no matter what nefarious beings may hold it, we must never waver, or all is lost... We seek a mirror, the thick frame of which is purple and jewel-encrusted, in the shape of a giant horseshoe. It stands on a plinth with-"

"Oh does it have like, a picture of a pony reared up on its hind legs on top of it? Yeah I think we picked that up a few days after reports of magical creature sightings started popping up at insane rates. Do you... Want me to go get it?" You ask the now stunned visage of the big white Princess.

"Oh... Well, yes, thank you."

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You step up to the currently locked, twenty foot tall steel doors that lead to an almost endless room, that houses most of all the various clothing, weapons, artifacts, and doodads of power in the world, otherwise known as 'The Warehouse'.

The girls were worried about you gaining access to, and taking out an item of such magical significance without being at the very least questioned, or more likely, outright stopped, dragged off, interrogated, and subsequently imprisoned for the rest of your life.

You assured them it would all be okay, that no matter what, if all the horrors of the world stood in your way, nothing would stop you from getting something so important to them.

You press and hold a button on the intercom system by the doors.

"Hey Ted."

You wave to a camera.

"Hey Anon."

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah alright."

The next second, those massive steel doors start to slide open, to reveal a pure slab of titanium, that lowers down into the floor, followed by a block of osmium, which is pulled up through the ceiling, to unveil an iron gate with bars like fence posts that slowly swings open.

You have to take five steps just to make your way through the now open doorway, the metal of each barrier so thick, each one like a heavy duty bank vault.

Once through, you look to the side, where Ted and Buddy usually are. The area they've appropriated has a couch, TV, fridge, ps4... As well as the more obvious things to do their jobs, like a wall of cameras, a desk to look professional, and several types of forklift truck.

The rest of the giant expanse of concrete floored land is made up of crates, shelves, crates, shelves, and more crates. Plus smaller crates and bigger crates as well.

Apart from cataloging a new item perhaps a few times a month and then finding it a place to rest forever, they don't really do much, as evident in the state that you find them now. Buddy is wearing a pair of those big green toy Hulk gloves, while Ted is holding a replica of Thor's hammer.

"Not interrupting anything am I?"

"Nah, what do you need?"

"Big magic horseshoe mirror."

"And what do you want it for?"

"Err.... Official business?"

"Hold on..."

He moves to the desk and types on a laptop for a few seconds.

"Row 11, Stack P, Ground Level. You can take a forklift and a crowbar to check you've got the right one, I'd do it myself, but we're kind of in the middle of a reenactment here, and I can't be bothered. Such lowly tasks are fit for mortals, not the one who wields the might of, Thor!" He exclaims while raising up the hammer.

"Right, well, cool Thor Hammer, but aren't only those who are Worthy able to wield it?"

You smirk as you take hold of a crowbar.

"Oh no, Mjölnir can be held by anyone, it's only the power that's withheld if the person isn't deemed worthy."

You pause from climbing into a forklift. Well, that's just flat out not true of the comic version of Thor, you've seen the movies... Which can only mean one thing.

"That's actually the real Thor's hammer isn't it." You state more than ask.

"Well yeah but, he's a little too dead to stop me from playing with it, so who cares?"

You take a second to think about it.

"Well, don't accidentally kill yourself with it."

"Look who's talking, you're about to take this mirror thing we know almost nothing about."

You take a seat on the small truck as you ponder whether to remind them that there did use to be three of them working here until a portal 'somehow' opened up and sucked whatever the third one was called through it and into space...

Eh, they probably know what they're doing.

You drive off and head towards the eleventh row. As you Travel down it you mostly space out as there's only so much interest you can take in walls of crates stretching up close to the ceiling either side of you.

As you finally get to Stack P, you hop off and begin walking, looking at the labels on the crates sat on the ground.

"Let's see... Mask of the Reaper, no... Fountain of Doubt, no... Ark of the Covenant, AHA! Magic Mirror."

You twirl the crowbar in your hands for a moment, before cramming it into the side of the crate. Pulling down on it, nails slide out as you force the crate to open, and come face to face with yourself.

Because you're looking in a mirror.

It looks different from ho-hang on, the reflection is changing, changing to swirling pools of black, and a white shadowy mask, that begins speaking to you.

"I was the mirror, on the wall, through my mind's eye, I could see all. Now I'm the mirror, in the crate, if ye wishes to know thy fate, speak to me oh man of-"

"Sorry, wrong mirror." You press the side you just tore open back down.

"Oh please, I'll stop rhyming I swear, it's been two hundred years and-"

You drown out the noise by using a nearby hammer to hammer the nails back in, sealing the crate shut once again.

"Right... So, Memory Box, The Philosopher's Stone, ahhhhh, Horse Themed Magic Mirror."

You go through the same motions as before, this time with the added bonus of confirming that this is actually the mirror you're looking for.

You re-package it, load it up on the forklift truck, and drive it back to the entrance, where Buddy is holding his left leg, swollen to double the width of the other, bursting through his pants leg, with a reddish, purplish coloration to it, puss and blood oozing from several bloated blisters.

His face is in a similar condition.

Ted is looking at the back of a ceramic jug.

"Damnit, I thought the pictures meant it would make you super big and muscular, not make you explode...."

You cough in order to let them know you've returned, as well as to hopefully stop them from implicating you in anything too awful..

"So ah, I'm gonna borrow this forklift because uh, well, this thing is nine foot tall and made out of stone and metal..."

"WAIT!"

You wait, expecting a cry for help over Buddy, who's currently trying to breathe passed his swollen tongue.

"You need to sign that out."

He holds up a tablet and pen.

"Oh, right, sure..."

As you sign, you ask "And uh, when are these things checked by anyone other than you two?"

He takes a moment to think, while Buddy looks at his hand, palm now the width of a frying pan and splitting down the middle.

"Well, the last time anyone took anything OUT of here was about, four years ago? So, it'll probably be a couple of days before anyone checks."

"Right, well.... Good luck."

You watch as he goes back to looking over the jug, while Buddy sways on his feet...

And then you leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your home now has several new additions.

The wooden panels of the crate, a magical mirror that will be the key to saving pony kind, and a pile of rubble, because the circular stone base of it was way too wide to fit through your door.

Luna's horn glows as she examines the mirror, as apparently she's all about the moon, and the mirror somehow works in tandem to the moon, but the moon they had in their world was different to yours, as it, the stars, and the sun were actually fake magical constructs to go with their entire fake realm that existed within the space between spaces of your world, and Luna has to gauge the mirror's new magical output and-

"Okay, okay, please, enough, just... Just tell me what the mirror actually is, and what I need to do."

Celestia sighs, and Twilight whimpers.

"B-but, history I've never heard of..."

You smile down to the pouting Twilight, and give her forehead a kiss.

"You can hear it in full while I'm busy with...?" You trail off, letting Celestia continue.

"Simply put, the mirror is a gateway to another world. Not a created realm within this one, but an entirely different Earth. We will need you to go there, with the Elements of Harmony. They are tied not only to the ponies that best represent them, magic, honesty, loyalty, kindness, generosity, an-"

"And throwing parties!" Pinkie yells out.

Celestia smiles. "Yes Pinkie, and throwing parties. But they are also tied to those that best represent them in this other world. These ponies perfect human counterparts."

"Wait wait wait... So, it's not just another world, it's more like an alternate universe, a universe that 'mirrors' yours, or, ours." Damn you feel smart for pointing that out.

"Correct, and it's a place where magic still flows fairly strongly... However, it wouldn't be enough for our means, and that's if the both of us were to travel there and absorb all we could... We, suspect, the portal may only have enough charge left on this world to send one being through..."

You lightly play with Twilight's and Rarity's manes.

"Okaaay... So why me?"

"Well, we need to load up the Elements with as much power as possible, via these ponies counterparts which they are tied to, with the greatest and most powerful magic of them all..."

Twilight grins happily. "Friendship!"

Celestia averts her gaze. "Ahem, perhaps a, smidgen more powerful than that..."

Rarity swoons against your side. "Ooohh looove..."

Celestia audibly swallows. "Heh, maybe the teensiest little bit more-"

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ohh!" Pinkie waves a hoof. "Does Anon have to make the human us-es fall dreamily in love with him before giving them the sweatiest most amazingest screamiest fuck sessions the world's ever seen?!"

As all eyes slowly swivel from Pinkie, back to Celestia, the Princess bites her lower lip, clearly nervous over how you'll all take it.

"Well... Yes. The fact that you'll be so emotionally bonded to both the counterparts of two different universes should surely give quite the boost of power, on top of such an intense magic as the mesh of friendship, love, and lust."

You sit there in shocked silence.

The fate of so many lives revolves around... Your dick?

"Shucks..." AJ starts. "Ah guess if it's to save Equestria it would be okay, right?"

Fluttershy joins in. "W-well, I suppose it wouldn't really be cheating, if he was cheating on us with, well, us..."

Dashie takes a seat on your lap. "Heck you couldn't get a better guy for the job, he's gonna fuck me stupid!"

Celestia smirks. "Oh really?"

You start to blush as Dashie gets carried away.

"Oh yeah, human Dash aint gonna know what hit her. He's gonna be like 'Have you ever seen a dick this big?', and she's gonna be like 'There's no way that could even fit', and then he's gonna be all 'Oh we'll just see about that', and then they're gonna be all-" She starts moaning and grunting while slapping and mashing her front hooves together.

Celestia chuckles. "I'm sure he'll do fine. Now-Oh good, Luna, what's the verdict?"

The darker coloured, grumpier Princess trots on over. They're honestly like night and day. Oh hey, you made a second play on words, you're on a roll today.

"The verdict is we art positively sickened by the bethought of this thing copulating with aught. As for the mirror, there is just enow power to receiveth anon and the Elements through, and backeth again... 'long with perhaps another trinket... And we has't utterly nay idea how the floweth of timeth may differ between these worlds once the gateway is ope and the rapist monkey passes through."

Celestia's eyebrows furrow.

"Ah, that explains why you mentioned a 'trinket'..." She sighs, and begins trotting back and forth, pondering to herself. "Oh bother, well with all the other truths coming out, I suppose one more wouldn't hurt... We're not actually immortal."

"WHAT?!"

Ow.

Oh Christ, your poor ears...

Wait a minute, they were thought to be immortal?

"This Crown, these Shoes, this Peytral... Each of them is infused with one purpose above all... To keep the wearer ageless, undying... Immortal... Which they've been doing so for us for the past five thousand odd years."

You look in newfound awe at the royal decorations, before realizing,

"Hey hang on, why do each of you need six of them?"

Celestia shuffles in place.

"Well... I'd hate to have lost one right at the moment where I really needed to be immortal. Do you know how many times I've had my crown knocked off?"

You roll your eyes, before asking your next burning question. "But, what about, you know, immortality being a curse?"

Celestia smiles at that.

"A good reason indeed for having multiple immortality trinkets to share with your most beloved... But even more than that... If you were a married man in your thirties, and your wife died, would you simply cast off the thought of loving again until you passed as well? Of if a friend had left you, you'd never befriend another? Life is a wonderful thing, and I have not tired of it yet, even with the deaths of so, so many loved ones along the way. And when I do? I may simply remove this curse any time I choose, and live out the rest of my life naturally... Or I may even have a change of heart a few years later and reclaim immortality again before gaining my first wrinkle."

She titters.

"I'm sorry if I make it sound like I'm making light of death and don't take it seriously. But I have hundreds of lifetimes worth of experiences, and I'm afraid I cannot squash them down into a little pamphlet on why immortality is actually quite nice, nor all the reasons why my sister and I stand alone before you, void of some charming stallions or other loved ones that we surely must have bestowed these gifts to........ Now..."

As her horn lights up, followed by Luna's, their shoes, one by one lift off from their hooves, and float towards you and all the girls. The Princesses' faces show their strain as the shoes warp and shift into bands. Seven ponies have bands slide up and over their front right hooves, partway up their legs, before shrinking to fit.

Your golden band floats over your hand, and shrinks down to comfortably fit your wrist.

Celestia and Luna both pant.

"There we go... It would be a little unfair if you were to return and your special someponies had all aged to death, or if any unfortunate accidents were to befall you in your journey, what with our ultimate hopes resting on you..."

You gaze at the band on your wrist.

"I still have a few questions about immortality... But at the same time, I actually don't really care enough to ask and then listen to the answers."

Twilight's lower lip wobbles. "But... But I want to know things..."

The Princess chuckles.

"I'll tell you absolutely everything you wish to know once Anon leaves."

"So, anything I need to know about jumping through a wormhole disguised as a mirror?"

The sounds of a little purple adorkable pony gasping can be heard "That's right! What if Anon is turned into a pony on that side?"

Wut?

"Why would I-?"

Celestia looks to Luna, and Luna, shrugs.

"We art 98 percent certain yond Anon shall not beest transformed into a pony, and 87 percent sure that he will not beest transmogrified into an unholy mess."

"What?"

"Twilight Sparkle becameth a human once passing through the portal, and the lovable dragon Spike, a canine. We very much doubteth thee'll turneth into aught. And whilst there were counterparts to most all walks of life from our realm through this mirror, we predicteth there to beest only the tiniest of tiny fractions from this one."

You slump back in your seat.

"Oh........ Well as long as you're sure... Oh hell, this is all going to go wrong..." You bring a hand up to shield your eyes.

Almost as soon as you do, you feel multiple bodies moving against you.

"Hey Shugacube, what's wrong?" You feel as much as hear her soft whispering voice, her breath lightly tickling your lips.

"It... It feels like everything could go wrong... I go through the portal and it rips me apart, dead... I'm there for longer than a few days, people wonder where I am and bust in here, you guys, dead... The portal screws up and I just can't come back. I go through but I'm turned into a jellyfish, fuck, I..."

Lips kiss along your fingers, light suckling as they feel across them, working over your knuckles.

Legs wrap around your arm as hooves and a face softly massage the muscles beneath your skin.

Bodies push and snuggle against you, faces nuzzling against your chest.

"I... Fuck... I've been fighting and fighting and fighting near enough all my life but... I've never had anything to really lose before... God... I don't want this to all screw up in a hundred different ways and not be with you any more..."

As you breathe, you can taste the very air...

It smells like Applejack.

You peer through the gaps of your fingers, to see her close enough that her nose almost brushes yours, as she slowly breathes in and out, in time and opposite to you.

When did this become so relaxing for you?

Dashie gently holds your hand, prying it away from your face, and pressing it to her tuft while she delicately coos.

AJ's nose bumps yours as you breathe each others breath, and she slowly, softly speaks.

"Ah love you Anon... We'll get through this... No matter what... Look in my eyes baby... Am I lyin? Is there any doubt whatsoever, that we won't all get through this... That we won't be together again... Ah don't care what happens, how long it takes... That's just how it'll be..."

More pony faces crowd around you, hot, sweet, different breaths lightly blasting against you as cheeks smoosh together.

"Ah trust you Anon... All you gotta do is trust me."

Your arms move to encircle as many ponies as you can.

"I do..."

AJ smiles, and leans in the tiniest bit closer

"So what are ya'll worried about?"

Her lips connect with yours, and your eyes close. You kiss her tenderly, lovingly, while she does the same.

The moment her lips leave yours, a new pair does it's utmost to make you feel loved, as gentle, smooth kiss after kiss blesses your lips, and after seven short sweet sessions of smooching, where your eyes drift back open, you're not even fully sure who was who.

"Thanks AJ. Thanks girls."

"I can see why they like you."

You blush, remembering Celestia was stood right there, and as you look up, find that she hadn't moved an inch.

"You are awfully cute when you're emotional."

She giggles as you squirm, and Luna shouts out "Preparations art done, we just needeth to waiteth for first moonlight. Before we loseth our appetite for good over such unnatural displays, some more food wouldst beest most welcometh!"

Celestia leans towards you, "Don't mind her, she's just trying to seem tough. Why I don't think I've ever heard so many eth's and art's from her before! Now, is there any cake in this place?"

And so you spent over an hour, with at least two ponies pressed up against you at all times, trying to take in as much of you as they can before your departure...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

...Now with a full stomach from dinner, a head full of stories of how life is in mirror land from Twilight, and an empty pair of balls from where Pinkie mercilessly sucked you off from under the table, you now stand by the mirror.

Celestia begins the sendoff with, "Are you sure you don't wish to hear more of the history of our land before you leave? Perhaps of other magical anomalies we have experienced, tasks I have sent Twilight on, and how they all tie together in one incredible story that perfectly ties up any plot holes my dear student has been wondering about over the years?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Oh, well, good luck then."

You give each of your girls one last hug and a kiss.

Pinkie giggles as your lips break contact with hers. "Hey, I just had a great idea, to like, truly show that the human girls are our human copies or whatever, you should totally bang them in the same order you did here!"

You smile. "I'll keep that under advisement."

Lastly, you reach Luna.

"Don't die."

You can't help but smile more, if only to ruffle her feathers. "I knew you cared about me."

She snarls, "Seriously, countless lives hangeth by a thread. Once thee returneth, thee may kicketh the bucket instantly if it be thee desire... Now here, taketh this, the Elements art inside."

She hands you a rectangular wooden box, before taking a deep breath in, then letting out a strained one before speaking.

"Anon, stripeth. We toldeth thee before, the portal couldst taketh thee and hardly aught else... Or, thee may loseth a handeth but keepeth thy robes. And aye, I am serious, prithee, stripeth and wend through the portal, and doth not utter a single word more on this."

She hastily moves away from you, over to Celestia.

You take a few seconds to fully process this. You gulp, take one last look at her to make sure she is really being serious, before you strip, using a hand and the wooden box to hide your modesty.

Pinkie sighs.

"I sure am going to miss my daily helpings of cum to get me through the day."

"Pinkie!" Twilight splutters, "N-not in front of the Princesses..."

"Am I addicted to Anon's cum? Is there a Cumaholic's Anonymous club I can go to? I might be deprived of it for a while... "

"Pinkie darling, you're being ridiculous." Rarity interrupts.

"Teehee, I know, why would I ever need help for that? Not when I've been saving up anyway." She kicks at a wooden barrel that you've only just now noticed, that's bigger than her. It doesn't budge, at all, and what's more, it doesn't sound hollow in the slightest. A line of white goo oozes from the lid, down the side of the barrel.

"Wh... What the, when did you...? How did you...?" You struggle to understand. Forget about how she could hide that she's been storing your cum, that barrel has got to be the culmination of every load you've ever shot in your entire life.

"Hey, a gal's gotta be prepared for when Anon and the cum factories go on holiday. I'll miss you my babies!"

Luna's eye twitches. "Please Anon... Just go already."

You turn to the mirror, and open the box, just to check the large, mostly black, marble like Elements of Harmony are actually there and you're not about to make a really dumb, simple mistake... You reach out a hand and touch the cold reflective surface....

...

Nothing happens.

"Errrr..."

"Pinkie, pluck one of Anon's hairs. Then stepeth backeth. Yond ought to doth it."

She jumps up behind you, takes a single strand of hair in her teeth from your head, and as she drops back down, pulls it from your scalp.

You hold back an 'ouch', and as she draws away from you, the surface of the mirror starts to shimmer, slightly rippling. You make a mental note not to gain any weight whilst over there. You take a breath, before ducking down to fit through the portal, the actual mirror portion of it barely over five foot tall....

Just as you walk through, you catch Pinkie exclaiming "Good job I drained his nuts fifteen minutes ago, otherwise we'd have had to shave his whole head and body!"

Author's Note

A big thank you to BadTouch and Free Roamer for supporting me through Patreon!

I'll try to make sure the next update or any other stories I'm thinking of don't take so abysmally long seeing as people are actually following me and what I'm doing. I don't want this to remain unfinished when I've been invested in stories in the past that were abandoned.