Anon's straight drownin' in... stallions?
Author's Note
Fetishes include
Human Top Stallion Bottom, Human Dom Stallion Sub, (Mental) Feminization, cheating, rimming, anal, anal cream, rough and painful sex.
This took a lot of effort to push out because I'm so horribly motivated. Please comment any major spelling or grammatical errors you see and I'll get right to fixing them.
Mac Attack
Be Big Mac
You're a large stallion.
So large, in fact, for much of your life you had yet to see another stallion who could compete with your stature. Bulk Biceps may have been a contender, but using steroids is cheating.
The only other stallion that came to mind was Trouble Shoes, but you chalked that up to his special talent giving him the most inconvenient size possible. Even still, all three of you dwarf in comparison to Anon.
Anon is a six and a half foot bipedal monster. While most ponies sit at an average three and a half feet, you sit at a comfortable four. Trouble Shoes sits a foot taller than you. Needless to say, the alien biped's presence has a habit of making you feel more like Small Mac. For a majority of your life, you haven't known any individual that could intimidate you through sheer size alone. Even Trouble Shoes couldn't invoke feelings of inferiority in you. His bumbling and clumsy nature contrasted too much with his appearance. So after Anon came to town, any time he's nearby he makes you feel uneasy. It makes you feel small. Makes you feel weak. Makes you feel...
Hot.
And it's those feelings that have led you to where you are now; spread out belly to bed with your tail raised, presenting your backside to the tall biped.
How did it come to this? You have a marefriend. You're straight. So how is it that from the moment you laid eyes on Anon, all you've been able to think about is his huge cock being pumped in and out of you, and his hands squeezing and gripping every part of you?
Why did he have to be in the one bar in Baltimare that you decided to go to after your delivery today?
Be Anon
You're about to wreck this bussy.
You hadn't been expecting to score tonight. In fact, you didn't even know Big Mac was gay. Having a marefriend tends to ruin that notion, but here he is nonetheless. You ordered him to get on the bed and the next thing you knew he was looking back at you, panting and with his tail raised like a slutty mare in heat. You can't be too surprised, you guess. An entire day of back breaking work and a couple drinks will remove just about anyone's inhibitions. After noticing he had been eyeing your crotch for a solid hour, a simple "Wanna get fucked?" Was all you had to say to get the red stallion to follow you back to your hotel.
Now, with him spread out on your bed, you can get a better view of the desperate stallion. His dark, smooth, and plump backsack compliments his bright red posterior beautifully. Years of applebucking have turned his glutes and thighs into thick well oiled machines. But a lifetime diet of apple pies and fritters has assured that there's a plump layer of fat coating his backside that makes everything look and likely feel pillowy and plump.
"You ready to get railed, you little apple slut?"
Maybe that was too far for your first time together, but considering he told you "I wanna be your little apple slut" while you made out with him moments ago, you doubt he minds.
Mac responds with naught but a whimper. A whimper of need and desperation.
"Let's get you lubed up then."
You kneel down to bring you face level with the huge red ass on your bed, the sight of Mac's sack and ponut making your mouth water. You sink your nose into his valley and take a deep breath. The scent of sweat and musk fills your nostrils, making your cock throb in anticipation. You're very lucky that Mac manages to keep himself so clean despite working on a farm all day.
Mac jumps at the sudden stimulation. While you haven't begun your work yet, this feeling of having anyone so close to his tight pucker is foreign and sends a shiver up his spine.
You stick out your tongue and run up from his balls to the top of his taint, savoring the smooth texture and salty taste. You pucker your lips and give his ponut a light kiss, causing a quiet moan to escape the docile stallion. So sensitive~
You stick our your tongue and run it along the rim of Mac's tight asshole. After a few run around, you enclose your mouth around his ring and suck on it none too gently. The stallion instinctively bucks his legs, but hits nothing as they are on either side of your head. A little peeved at the notion that your food might kick your teeth in, you bring your hand down hard on one of his flanks. His whole body tenses up and a whinny escapes his muzzle.
"If you buck again, I'll stop." You threaten. "I wanna destroy this ass but it's not worth getting my teeth kicked it or my shins broken."
"No!" Big mac responds, his voice panicked. "Ah need this! Ah need yer cock! Ah promise ah won't do it again."
Big Mac's pleas touch a special place in your dick.
"Good boy." You encourage Big Mac as you run both your hands over his firm thighs. "Or maybe I should say good girl."
Mac means in response.
"Mmmm... is that what you want? To be my good little slutty mare?"
"Buck yessss..."
Your hand glide up from Macs thighs to his flanks, which you give a firm squeeze. Now used to the sensations, Mac barely reacts to your hands, which just wont do. You dive right back onto the red stallion's asshole and shove your tongue in hard. He yelps and his legs kick out a little in response. You know it's a natural reaction, and it's obvious hes holding back as much as he can, but you cant let it go unpunished. Your hand reels back and you give his other cheek an especially hard slap, but this time without removing your mouth from his ass. Big Mac whinnies again, but this time it melts into a low register moan.
Your ass stings.
Your masculinity is being shot dead.
You're more vulnerable than you've ever been in your life.
And you're about to cum.
Anon's assault on your asshole is nothing short of the greatest thing you've ever felt. Never had you thought in a million years how good it would feel to have your asshole ravaged by another stallion. It almost made you not feel guilty about cheating on your marefriend.
Almost...
The double timing, taboo nature of your current situation may weigh on your heart, but it also makes feel all the more hot.
Anon's tongue keeps digging deeper and deeper into your tail hole. Moan after moan escapes your throat through no effort of your own. The wet appendage's assault on your ponut bring you closer and closer to orgasm. You've heard about mares who can cum from having their ass eaten out, but they're rare enough to be considered a myth by some. You'd never heard of a stallion coming from a tongue in his ass, though. Yet here you are. The edge creeps closer and closer as Anon's expert tongue ravages your asshole, causing you to start panting loudly.
Just as you're sure you've reached the pinnacle of pleasure, Anon retracts his face from your posterior. Now a cold draft sweeps across your sensitive pucker, and you feel a sense of emptiness wash over you. It took less than half a second for you to realize that his glorious tongue was no longer tending your backside and that you were going to beg for more. Before the plea can escape your muzzle, however, a new sensation begins in your asshole. A fleshy, round, and hard sensation, to be precise. Dear Celestia, Anon has his cock against your ponut. Your cock throbs beneath you in anticipation.
You're done playing with your food. Your cock aches for Mac's hungry ass-pussy. You need those velvety walls hugging your thick cock. You withdraw your face from the plump red cushions before you and line up your cock with his tight hole. No more words are exchanged, only light moans and grunts as you push your cock in inch by agonizing inch. You watch as Mac tenses up from your intrusion into his (presumably) virgin ass. Big Mac let's out some loader groans of.pain as you keep pushing yourself inside, the copious amounts of saliva you has coated him with proving to be unreliable lubricant.
After what seems like an eternity, you finally hilt yourself into Big Mac's tight soft ass. Big Mac sucks in through his teeth, suppressing a yell.
"Does it hurt?" You ask.
"Yes," Mac replies, his deep voice now much higher than normal.
"Good," you say with a malicious grin. You grab the base of his tail and pull him back stuffing the last millimeter of cock in him. You feel your balls rest on his fuzzy taint. You reel back your other hand and slap his cheek again, watching his ass jiggle with your cock inside. You start to withdraw your dick, watching as Mac's ponut hugs and suck on your member while it comes out. Soon only the tip remains inside.
"It should hurt when a mare gets her cherry popped."
You slight your cock back in, but faster than last. His walls still hug and warm your cock as you push in. It takes half as long for you to reach the base of your dong. You withdraw again, leaving your slut with no time to adjust. It doesnt take long for you to start pistoning in and out of her tight pussy. Her moans of pain and pleasure, now much more high pitched, filled the room. You reach down with your free hand and knead her beautiful flank. You watch as her ass begins to cream letting you glide in and out much more easily.
There's pain. So much pain. Your ass has never been split in half like this before. An orchestra of sensations washes over your mind and body and Anon claims you as his own. Yet, through the blaring noisy orchestra, why is it that you can feel one tone specifically. One deep, core shaking tone of pleasure. While it's true Anon is making your entrance ache, it can't be ignored that there's a slow pleasurably burning seeping into your loins, combining itself with the feeling of your cock rubbing between the sheet below you and your belly. It becomes apparent that Anon is nailing your prostate with almost surgical accuracy.
Endorphins are flooding your brain, and it's so hard to think of anything except the massive meat log absolutely destroying your ass. As anon picks up his speed, your groans begin to get progressively louder. Each one is a little more high pitched than the last. Eventually his thrusting reaches a fast paced but steady rhythm, and the plap plap of his hips colliding with your cheeks and thighs fills your ears. The hormone cocktail filling you removes any semblance of pain from the equation, and soon you're left with nothing but the pleasurable pounding of your B-spot and the hotness of Anon's rod.
As Anon rocks your world, a new sensation begins to snake its way through your entire body. Your legs start shaking and your voice reaches a peak. Stars fill your vision and the unmistakable pumping of sperm out of your cock tells you that you're cumming harder than you've ever cum in your life. You've heard of mares achieving a "full body" orgasm, and something tells you that this is the closest you'll ever come to experiencing that. Your tongue rolls out of your mouth and a high pitched, feminine, drawn out moan escapes your maw. But while your legs returned to being still and your cock has ceased pumping, Anon's legs are still working over time and his cock is still pumping into you.
And why should he stop? your brain begins to question. He's obviously not satisfied enough. And that's your job isn't it? To satisfy him. That's all you're good for; Making Anon cum. And if he wants to continuing using your pussy well after you've had enough, then that's what he'll do.
You notice that despite having just blown a load all over your own stomach, your cock is still rock hard, and your ass still feels incredible. It's like Anon keep filling an emptiness you didn't even know you had over and over again, and every time he starts to take it out, you want to beg him to shove it back in.
You chuckle. Feeling Mac's sphincter clench around you while his legs shook make it apparent just what the newly crowned Queen Slut was doing.
"Did you just cum, you little whore?" You ask as you lift your hand up and bring it down on one of her cheeks again.
"Yeah, that's right. You love being a cock sleeve don't you?"
Without missing a thrust, you drop Mac's tail and lean forward and grab a fistful of her mane, pulling hard and making her left her head and chest up while place her front hooves on the bed. She lets out of feminine yelp as you do so. You use your free hand to trail along the muscles and curves of Mac and glide it to underneath her barrel where you find a wet sticky mess of fur.
"Oh-ho, what's this? You did cum. And you came buckets. You naughty little two bit whore."
You put your hand downwards toward the bed and find Mac's erection lying there, from the feel of which is still hard and still flared.
"And still so turned on? Hmmm, well let's see if we can get you to squirt twice in a row."
You grab Mac's shaft and start to pump it, while with your other hand you pull harder on her mane bringing her head even closer to yours. You start to thrust your hips even faster, jackhammering your cock into her
now perfectly molded asshole.
I love getting fucked. I love human cock. I love getting my ass pussy stuffed. I'm a good little mare. I please my big dicked human daddy.
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Dick
Dick
Dick
Daddy's little mare.
Daddy's little mare.
You feel your climax approaches. You feel your balls churn as you pump hard and fast into your willing fuck puppet. If Mac's high pitched painting was anything to go off of, she was about to cum too. You lean forward and bite down hard on her neck, and watch as nearly the second after you bite she begins to squirt her cum several feet onto the wall in front of you. Her tight asshole milks your cock while she cums, being the last stimulation you need to drain your balls into her pussy. You relish in what feels like an endless tidal of sperm dumping itself out of your cock and deep into Mac. You quickly pull your cock out and still holding her main, you take your other hand off her cock and use it to aim yours, paint her shoulders and back with your last few squirts.
You let go of Big Mac's mane, and he front hooves give out making him face plant onto the bed. As he lays there, you hear his heavy breathes carrying the normal bassy tones his voice carries. You look down at your sticky handiwork and smile to yourself. Oh yeah, he belongs to me, now.
As your wits come about you realize you're alone, laying in a puddle of your own sweat, jizz, and drool. Your legs feel week, your ass is sore, and there's a heavy pounding in your skull. It takes nearly every ounce of energy you have just to drag yourself off the bed and onto your hooves. Your legs wobble as you slowly make your way to the shower, desperate to rinse off all the spunk and gunk you can. And while the hot water does miracles to relax your sore muscles and clean off yours and Anon's spunk, it does nothing to wash away the shame you feel. You cheated on your marefriend. You let Anon degrade you and make you a mare. It's shameful, and disgusting, and you're getting hard again thinking about it.
Shaking your head, you turn the knobs to their coldest setting, letting the chill water slide over your body, cooling down your erection and making you shiver.
No. I'm straight. This was a simple alcohol induced slip-up, and it won't happen again. When I get home, I'm going to make love to my marefriend and confess to what I did and beg for her to forgive me.
With that, you turn off the water, pat yourself dry, and make your way out of the hotel room door. But as you leave, you notice a piece of paper pinned to the door. You read it
"Good morning, my cute little mare-slut. I hope you were at least able to stand long enough to get clean. Celestia knows I did a number on you. If you want a good, deep fucking again, I'm more than happy to make you scream again, but there's a catch. I don't do subtle. When I've got a new mare, I display her proudly to the world. I make sure everypony knows she belongs to me. So once you realize you can't live without my cock, you'll have to break up with that marefriend of yours. Then I'll be happy to break you in half any time I see fit.
I've been thinking about renting a place out in Ponyville, so I'll be close by. But don't take too long, I know there's more than a few colts willing to be my mare in that town, so I would hurry if I were you."
Big Mac stood there with his mouth open. He couldn't believe the audacity of that man. How dare he accuse you of wanting to be his mare? Of wanting to ditch your marefriend in favor of his cock?
How dare he say those things that make your dick erect and asshole ache? How dare he threaten to make somepony else his over you?
