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An Hour of Consciousness

You are Anon.

Self-proclaimed King of Fuckshit Avenue, destroyer of candy horse pussy, unmatched in knowledge only found in bar trivia, and an all around general autist.

Your existence in Horsey Fun-Time Land™ has been quite short, with your not-so spectacular entrance being only 10 days ago. That day was nothing short of routine, but you had accidentally put your breakfast bagel backwards in your toaster. That was all it took to rip space-time and tear away your ass from your personally favorite dimension. Honestly you should have seen it coming, with your best friend explaining there was a 50 / 50 chance that you’d die on the spot or get super powers.

‘Fuck you Kenneth’, you think to yourself as your leave your house, that smarmy bastard didn’t ever mention that you’d get trapped in a 9-year-old girl’s wet dream. Everything looks like fucking cotton candy. Everything. The clouds, the plants, christ even some of the ponies look like swirled diabetes on a stick. Not to mention how these fuckers act around you. Your walk around Ponyville is always full of smiles and giggles a good 3 feet below you. You have no style and no grace, and these mini horse things just think you’re the keenest thing around. Legit you could probably pull a gun on one and splatter their pastel brains all over the cobblestone and they’d just chalk it up to a “clumsy accident from our dear human friend”.

You wish you had your gun in all honesty; having a back out plan would be great to have. But that walking toy advertisement of a pony would cream herself an even weirder shade of purple if she heard you had a coherent thought about planning. She’d be able to write a 12-step program on how to properly kill yourself before she even realized what she was actually writing about. It’d take another 10 minutes to console her after you laugh your ass off, but secretly pocketing the binder, so you can optimally escape this high-pitched musical.

Her name was Twilight, you lived with her by the way, and you made it as awkward as possible right off the bat. Yet somehow it worked out too well for you. She had really wanted to learn of your human culture, but you couldn’t just let some fucking commie spy know about America’s secrets. It was at that moment, one permanent place in time, one seemingly impossible chance, where you learned that ponies were the most gullible creatures on this side of the multiverse. But from one small prank manifested something truly changing within yourself.

***

The day you crash landed in Equestria was nothing short of painful. Like a world class gymnast, you stuck the landing. From over 200 feet. And on fire, while faintly smelling of bagels and cream cheese. You shattered every bone below your spine, and your dick bone too if you were being honest with yourself. A sheer miracle that you hadn’t just painted yourself across the road, you just blacked out from the pain. With consciousness fleeting from your crippled form, your adrenaline riddled brain made out shapes of small animals? They were gathering around you. Their mouths moved as if they were talking, but your eardrums had blown out from the decent, and the sudden meeting with the ground temporarily disconnected all your senses.

The scents of old paper and an inferiority complex flooded had your bruised nose before you were truly awoken from the incredible soreness in your ass. Grumpy and groggy, you peeled back the covers and swung yourself out of the rather low bed. Kicking your foot across the footboard, you let out shrill, but still masculine screech. Your legs were still broken in like 61 different places, yet you managed to get out of bed? “Nice going you fuckin’ idiot,” you grumble to yourself, before gingerly adjusting your shattered pelvis back to a more comfortable position. You nearly find peace before the gentle echo of coconuts being placed together over and over decided to take an important business meeting in your ear. The door slowly began to glow a twinkly magenta, and the physical manifestation of social awkwardness was face to face with the manifestation of autism.

Your eyes doubled in size at the sight whatever the hell was in front of you. But even at double size they were no match for this horse’s eyes. They looked like dinner plates glued to its face! What genetically engineering bastard does this!? It had a fucking horn and some wings! It was purple too! Too many thoughts passed through your head, before you realized it had moved up to being only a good 5 feet from you. It raised a leg to its chest and let a small cough before letting out a small, but confident “Hello!”

“I am Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship,” she introduced, her oversized wings parting a bit just to make her look a tad more regal. “It appears you have fallen into our town mister, uh…” she trailed off, wringing a hoof in a circle and pulling a face of confusion, expecting you to follow up with your name. However, you weren’t having any of that. Nope. None of you was. You just stared ahead, slack-jawed and crossed-eyed in front of the pretty purple pony princess. Your brain basically exploded, so it was up to the back-up system to kick in.

“Hello brain?”

“Brain machine broke.”

“Understandable, have a good day.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” you shouted as loud as your exhausted lungs would allow. The pony’s dinner plate eyes became more like basketballs and she just popped out of existence. You wanted to run, but your lil’ noodle legs weren’t going to do jack shit for you. You slumped back on the bed, still literally butthurt from the dimensional transfer. You weren’t going to get far at all being a cripple, so you had to mend the situation somehow.

Sitting in a bed 3 sizes too small for so long was really doing a spell on your fabulous glutes, so you decided to call out. “Hello tiny horse? My name it’s… uh... it’s Anon!” you yelled out. “The name’s Anonymous, but everyone thinks it’s too much of a hassle to actually say it all so they just call me Anon.” Time passed and you weren’t even sure she had heard you shout at her, but soon enough, the door began to glow that same pinkish aura before the lavender horse re-entered the room once again, but a whole bunch slower now. You successfully managed to put all the spaghetti back in your pockets, a true feat amongst your peers. She had gotten much closer now, so you craned your neck towards the little pony.

“So Mister Anon… “she began, her eyes nervously darting side to side, “Can you tell me where exactly you came from?”

A bursting sense of nationality welled up deep in your heart, and with little fireworks and tiny eagles floating through your skull, you reply with the only answer possible. “I come from the greatest goddamn country on the whole planet! THE, United States of America!” You held a planked hand to your head and paid a dear salute to the country you loved with all your might. A small tear formed in the corner of your eye, but being the man you were, you managed to suck it right back into your tear duct.

“America? Earth? What in Equestria are you talking about?” Twilight asked quizzically. “I’ve never heard of any of those places, and I own the complete set of National Equestrian Catalog of All Countries and Providences, Volumes One through Twenty-Three, and have read through all them multiple times, each affixed with notes and highlights and…” Twilight had trailed off talking about her nerdy book set for over ten minutes, before she realized you had fallen asleep again. She prodded you awake with a beam of magic before looking angrily into your sleepy eyes.

“I apologize for going off on a tangent, but it is rather rude to fall asleep during an interview,” she huffed, “and I believe you should explain to me just what an ‘America’ is.”

“America is a land of wonder, opportunity, unchecked racial pred…” you paused for a second. Why were you telling a foreign leader of your magnificent land? She was a princess after all, and she must report to a higher up, like a King! You squint your eyes at the pony and let a slight frown form. “Why should I be telling you about my homeland? It’s too obvious this is an interrogation to acquire my country’s secrets! Are you with the fucking Russians? You’re KGB aren’t you! I fucking knew it you goddamn commie bastard! Get over here before I fucking—" You were cut off with an immediate pain in your lower regions. You attempted to get out of bed subconsciously to wring the neck of this clopping commie cunt.

You just sat there, frozen in pain. No tears, no signs of life on your face. Twilight was plastered in place as well, not in pain, but sheer fear. Never had she heard such obscenities used in a single phrase, and even she didn’t know what most of them meant, but you shouted them out aggressively enough that she’d consider ‘salad’ a swear in your books. Still, she was a friendship princess! She could mend this situation!

Hiding any form of nervousness or fear from her body language, she cautiously approached you. You were still in immense pain, and all you could do was follow her with your bulging, bloodshot eyes. Her horn began to glow that same gay pink color and the searing pain in your lower half was amplified about 4 times.

"JESUS TITTYFUCKING MONSTERTRUCKING FUCKING LORD FUCKING FUCK HELL FUCK!" You screamed blindly at that evil concoction of loneliness and sparkles. To your surprise however, the pain was quickly receding back to its original level, then into an actually tolerable range. You begrudgingly began to look downwards just to see your beautiful thighs enveloped in Twinkle Sprinkle’s stupid unicorn magic. Even worse, you noticed your calcium rich skeleton warping beneath your meat. But in that instant, the pain was gone.

“I’ve healed your legs Mister Anonymous. We didn’t start off on the right hoof, so I’d like to try again. I don’t know of this ‘Russia’ you speak of either, so let me introduce you to this area. You’re currently in the northern regions of a small village known as Ponyville. This is my castle where my friends and I help some friendship problems.” Her horn began to glow again, ready to cast whatever black magic she had planned for you. This threw off yet another red flag in your already blown brain, so you reached out and grabbed her horn. Whatever spell Sprinkler had in mind had been cancelled from your grasp, the base of the horn was still producing the pink stuff but the tip was isolated from the twinkly shit. Her eyes then went crossed and glazed, and her tongue simply lolled out to the side of her mouth. A large rosy color grew over her snout, which meant two things to your reforming conscious: you found out how to disable these hue-filled magic sacks, or you were basically jacking them off. Hoping it wasn’t the latter, any shred of sanity you had regained at the time was then thrown out the window when the sound of a leaking faucet made itself present behind Princess Sparkle.

You were jacking off a unicorn. That was made evident with the sound and smell of candy and lavender invading your nose. These pastel ponies were certainly leakers and going off the lust-induced trance of Twilight, it didn’t take much to get it going. ‘Then again, she is a massive nerd,’ you thought to yourself, ‘she’s gotta be a total perma-virgin.’

You interrupted your own thoughts realizing your grip was still locked around the mini horse’s spiraling horn. “Christ, how do we get out of this one brain?” you ask inwardly.

“haha peepee head” was all your subconscious had to offer at the time. “Ah fuck okay, let’s turn to someone else for answers,” you pondered.

‘FINISH THE JOB!” screamed your junk, clearly ready for some sort of sexual interaction and the fact you weren’t ignoring him anymore. Something tells you he likes the ponies and will be getting you into even more trouble later.

Reflecting on the quality time you spent on Earth, which totally wasn’t looking at quality memes and shitposts for 14 hours a day, you saw some mediocre environmental ads, all asking you how you would feel being left turned on. Sure, it was about lights, but the same could still apply to the body. “I sure am a nice guy,” you beamed proudly in your head, while you started to move your hand up the base of her horn. The tips of your fingers brushed the inset grooves spiraling up her horn, and the texture was smooth, something hard and firm yet sensitive and detailed. Like a dick. You weren’t going to question the pony anatomy just yet, even though you were basically sexually assaulting the friendship princess in her own home. Not even mentioning you barely knew her, or where you were on God’s green Earth.

Each passing stroke resulted in her eliciting small moans and squeaks, and you actually found them somewhat cute. Her weird pony knees buckling each time you reached the tip of her horn, and the leaky faucet sound grew to sound like someone dropping ketchup from a twelve-foot balcony onto a linoleum kitchen floor. Scratch out basically sexually assaulting, this is full on molestation, christ. Only a couple passes of the horn after, the tip of the completely dazed pony’s horn started sparking, like teeny tiny little fireworks. This was legitimately interesting to you. You leaned in to inspect the source of raw bubbling magic, but goddamn was your arm getting tired. Your eyes pressed shut, and a low gravel-y yawn extended your jaw to the fullest point, letting your body refresh itself with some fresh oxygen that you so graciously expended to pleasure Twilight.

In the same moment as your much-needed air swap, Twilight let out a loud moan, and streams of pure sparkles shot out her horn, all over your face, and directly into your mouth. The pure surprise clamped your lips closed, and the flavor began to set into your tongue. It was like someone poured a fresh grape soda all over your tongue and just let it sit there. The sparkles felt like they were hurting you almost, so brain finally took initiative, and you swallowed every last one. Again, the smell of candied lavender hit your nose, and you looked down only to see a glossy puddle spread itself thin across the floors beneath Twilight, and nearly onto your Gucci loafers.

“Christ almighty Twilight, watch where you’re dripping all this shit!” you scolded the orgasmic pony. You shuffled your black leather shoes back a foot and simply observed her. She still looked lost in bliss, but after some time had passed, she seemingly came to. She blinked her half-lidded eyes a couple of times before she was able to give her full attention back to you. “Never speak of this,” you tell her.

She looked up at you, eyes staring ever so seductively. “Why would I tell anypony about you,” she whispered. She flapped her wings and floated high just enough, so her mouth was next to your ear. “…When I can have you all to myself~”

So, you basically raped a pony, and now she wanted to be with you. Of all the possible outcomes that you didn’t even think about, this one certainly would not have reared its head in your cross check. But you’re Anon. You just had to see just how much you could get away with in the first 20 minutes of your consciousness. Twilight had gently landed on the crystalline floor, still waiting to see how you would react. You bent down on one knee, still avoiding the shimmering puddle of pure love, and looked at Twilight. “Twilight, before we go any further, I would like to teach you about the ancient human greeting for new friends.” Stars formed in her eyes when she heard ‘teach’, ‘ancient’, and friends’ all used in the same sentence. She nodded excitedly and waited for you to continue the explanation. “All right. In order for this to work correctly, I’ll need you to repeat the magic words to me,” you cleared your throat and looked her dead in the eyes. “’Highway’, and ‘To the.’ is all you have to repeat ok?” you tell her.

“I think I can manage that,” she replied smugly.

“All right then, please turn around.” She acknowledged and did a 180 on the spot.

You clasped together your hands, leaving out your index and middle fingers on each hand. Twilight then began to repeat the key words you told her. “Highway to the…” she began, and you followed up.

"DANGER ZONE!" you immediately shouted and thrusted your fingers deep inside of Twilight. As soon as you met resistance from her candy horse pussy, she came on the spot. A torrent of maregasm flooded over your wrists and onto your shirt. Your shoes were fine however, but if this were the life you were to live, you’d definitely need a different pair.

“Aaaaaah~! Aannoooonnn~!” she cried out, not able to contain any sort of professionalism she once had. She craned her fuzzy purple neck over and tried to look you in the eye. “I don’t know what in Tartarus you are, but by Celestia, after all you’ve done right now you will be mine~”

Still keeping your thumbs pressed along the lips of her slit, you ponder what repercussions would ever come for messing around like this. Nah just kidding, what loser actually thinks ahead for what they do? You slowly pulled your soaked hands from her drenched love folds, strands of sticky something trailed off and really didn’t seem like they wanted to break off from either side. You wiped the slime off on her pristine purple coat and felt up her ass while you did. It was nice and soft, probably since all she does is sit on it and read her books.

You reached over and gave her a nice scratch behind her ears. It seemed like if anything else you could do was to pet them like cats, these ponies seemed close enough to them with their soft coats and large ears. “Ooohhhhh~~” she purred out, melting even further into her already blissful state. “Whatever you’re trying to get out of me Anonymous, you can have it~”

Huh. Sexually pleasuring a princess could earn you favors. Who in their right mind would ever think of that? You, mainly on the part that you never had the ‘right mind’. “Well, if you’re so keen on offering, I really need somewhere to stay now.” You reply to the tranced horse. Your reply seemed to surprise her, but it wasn’t a totally odd question. You were a long way from home, and shelter was a top priority on your list. Internet was too, but that was something you tucked in the back of your mind.

Getting a feel for her legs once again, Twilight turned around and looked up at you. Even with you kneeling, you were still a bit taller than her. Normally she came up only to your belly button. On one knee however, you were at the best height to look into her deep violet eyes. Lust satisfied, she continued to look deep into your own eyes, mischief and uncertainty brewing and bouncing off the inner walls. “I certainly can arrange that for you Anon! I can’t wait to introduce you to all of my friends here in Ponyville!” she piped with excitement. “I’ll have Spike and Starlight help me set up a room big enough for somepo- er, something your size.”

You simply gave Twilight a thumbs up, which seemed to confuse her. You tried to salvage the situation by upgrading to finger guns, but she still couldn’t get the human expression. This only called for a sheer upgrade, that being a second finger gun, and you imitated shooting by shaking your hands up and down. Twilight still didn’t understand your good vibes, so she set off to prepare your room. “Tough crowd huh…” you mumble to yourself while rolling your eyes to, surprise, only yourself.

While Twilight was off fixing up a room for you, you were taking careful time examining everything in the room you could possibly wipe your hands on. Even with the horses being under half your height, they sure managed to put every decoration or banner up real fucking high. The average human ceiling was like eight feet or so from the ground, why was the ceiling in this shiny-ass room so far away? You began to lose yourself into an ever-maddening daydream of ceilings. Something to do with a supreme leader dictating the exact height of every roof. If you didn’t get it to their liking, they just chanted “Ten feet higher!” and forced you to renovate your entire home. Is that why the castle is like 80 fuckin’ feet tall? You were still stuck pondering the socio-economic relations of roofs and ceiling for ponies, and Twilight rematerialized right behind you.

The loud pop of magic had caught you off guard, and you swung around ready to karate chop the fucker who decided to scare you. You swung the plank of a hand on your wrist, but your strike was 3 feet over the head of your target. You weren’t entirely sure how Twilight still looked confused from all your human antics. “Well Mister Anonymous, your room is all ready for you now. Please follow me so that I may show you the way there.” Twilight stated in her professional princess tone, like what happened between you two only ten minutes ago never even happened.

She magicked open the stout wooden doors that paled in comparison to the heighted walls and the ever-so tall ceiling you were thinking about before she got here. You actually had to duck just to get through them. Your 6-foot structure would be the oncoming of many headaches you silently thought to yourself. “Goddamn manlets getting lucky in this fucking pony paradise…” you lowly grumbled under your breath, just so Twilight’s fluffy pony ears wouldn’t pick up your insults directed at no one in particular.

Outside of the thick doors was a long shiny corridor, fit with equally tall walls and a maroon carpet stretching throughout every turn and bend you could actually see. “This place is fuckin’ gigantic Twilight, where the hell am I?” you ask her.

“Most ponies in town call it the Castle of Friendship, so that’s what my friends normally stick with.” She replied, continuing to walk down the glimmering hall. “Right now we are in corridor G7, where I keep extra files, books, guest, slav……” You tuned her out after so few examples and just decided to look around the place for yourself. There were so many unmarked doors that kept capturing your attention as you two walked to your destination. Some were ajar, and you could make out odd sights in each. A multitude of cleaning items were badly stacked in one, looking like they’d fall right out if someone were unlucky enough to open it. Another looked like a kitchen, but something was in there making a total mess of the place, the walls were coated in pink frosting and it smelt like the Pillsbury Dough Boy’s asshole.

After a minute or two, you arrived at another boring unmarked door in the castle. “Alright Anon, this room will be yours for the meantime.” She opted to open the bland doors with her hoof instead, pushing against the dark wood to reveal your room. Like the doors, it was pretty boring inside the room. It looked like three beds were pushed together to accommodate your freakish height. Aside from the jagged yet smooth crystal walls, nothing else filled the space but a simple desk and a drawer.

Taking in your new living quarters, you stepped into the room only to smack your forehead against the doorframe. “Shit! I even saw it coming but it still happened!” you half-shouted at the wall. “Looksy here Twankles,” you addressed the princess with a pointed finger, “you’re probably some magic god or something along those lines, can’t you just make the doorway bigger for me? I’m gonna keep smacking my noggin against everything, and frankly I don’t want to.”

“I’m not a god Anon, but I certainly can make the door bigger for you. It might help to distinguish where you’re living so no one gets surprised by your presence.” She stated as she turned towards the door. As her horn lit up that weird sparkly magenta once again, the frame warped upwards, leaving a couple of inches between the top of the door and your head.

“Hell yeah!” you gleamed. You reached down a gave Twilight another ear scratch for being such a good host. It made sense to reward her head for saving yours.

“Hehe~” she purred once again leaning into your hands, eagerly taking in the copious head scritches. Feeling satisfied with your treatment, you pulled away, letting Twilight stare at your hands intently. “Anon, what exactly are those on the ends of your hands? I was too, uh, preoccupied, before to ask, but they look like Spike’s claws, but they’re much lankier, and they’re fleshy like the rest of you.”

“Well Sporkle,” you began, raising one of your fingers up to make a point, “these are called fingers. Great tools for grabbing everything, scratching everything, and getting the last bit of peanut butter out the jar. They are completely superior to the hoof, and everything that has happened between us to this point is completely valid proof.” You smirked towards her, her own face blushing as your attention gravitated towards her.

Before you could make another snide remark about what you did to tarnish Kenny Loggins’ hit masterpiece, a gentle knock ring through the barren room. “Is the room good enough Twilight? Spike wasn’t feeling—” the new voice cut off suddenly. You did a sick 540 spin move and looked for the source of noise. Of course, you had to look down for the voice, everything so far was too short to give your poor neck a break. A second brighter purple unicorn made its presence known to you. It too had some weird sparkle tattoo on its ass like Twilight, and this one really set off your stinky commie alarms. “Oh, hey Starlight! Hey Anon! Anon! This is Starlight Glimmer!” Twilight introduced.

You took a step forward to introduce yourself properly, but Starlight just inched away flat on her ass. Her eyes, while still freakishly large, were just pinpricks to accompany her frightened face. Jesus fuck was every pony you met going to be this frightened of your build? You took to one knee to close the height gap but Starlight’s dinnerplate eyeballs still looked like they were about to leave her head. Holding a hand over your chin your face reflected one of deep thinking as you looked over bootleg Twilight. “Yo, Twinkle Sprinkle, is everyone’s name based on stars and shining shit? Next you’re gonna tell me you have another friend named Sunset Shimmer or something gay.”

“Well actually Anon,” Twilight began, but you actually didn’t care what she had to say about some other horse you didn’t know. “Anyway, other purple horse,” you kept your fixation on Starlight, “I have a kicking feeling that YOU WERE THE COMMIE SPY ALL ALONG!” You started to lunge at Starlight but fell short when Twilight enveloped you in her translucent pink magic stuff. “For the love of Celestia Anonymous, you can’t go around calling everyone a ‘commie spy’! She held you tight in the air while scolding you. “I’m not even sure-“ Twilight’s lecture was brought to an abrupt end when her magic fizzled and dissipated from around you.

You fell right onto your stomach, knocking the wind out of your system. “A little warning before you drop me would be nice!” you barked at Twilight.

“I’m so sorry Anon! My magic just, well… stopped working?” Twilight apologized with confusion well mixed in. She lit her horn up one again and easily lifted the crystal-imbedded bed that you were soon to sleep on. Of course, she’s testing everything, what a fucking nerd. She set it back down and turned back to you. Her horn once again lit up as she focused on trying to pick you up. The warm magic feeling wrapped around you, but nothing was happening to your location. Her snout scrunched up before she turned to Starlight, who was still cowering in fear of your knowledge of communists.

“Starlight,” she tentatively pondered, “could you try moving Anon? We have to test all the possible variables right now!”

“I really don’t want to,” Starlight began, “but you’re probably going to make me do it anyway.” She sighed. Her horn lit up, this time a blueish emerald-y color, and the magic snaked its way over to you. Her magic didn’t feel as warm or cuddly, but certainly felt refreshing, like an after-dinner mint you got at the hibachi grill near the Best Buy.

Starlight’s face soon became concentrated, her putting a lot of effort in just trying to scoot you a mere inch. However, your glorious thighs found themselves still in the same spot on the cold crystal floor. “Hey Twiggles, can I get a carpet in here? My feet are gonna fuckin’ freeze to the floor if I don’t.” Your question broke Starlight’s focus, and the wintergreen mint feeling washed away, and you felt like you just spat out a ton of mouthwash.

“Yeah sure Anon,” she answered without paying any attention to you. Every gear was turning in her head just trying to understand why magic suddenly stopped affecting you. A minute passed, and Twilight was still sitting down, staring off into the deep unknown, thinking over every single option. A large rosy blush spread over her face, realizing what could’ve changed in the last half an hour to your body.

You weren’t even paying attention to her any longer, and you picked yourself off the ground only to look straight into Starlight’s eyes. Her pupils shrunk again and darted back and forth, unsure of what was going on. A sly yet smug grin plastered itself onto your face. Your left hand came up slowly, completely in Starlight’s sight. You extended out your index finger, before quickly pressing it onto her snout.

“Boop!”

You giggled out loud, not knowing this had brought Twilight’s attention to you. Starlight looked horrified and pleasured at the same time, like she was about to have the greatest sneeze of her entire life. You took the same hand and poked her nose again.

“Booooop!”

A minty fresh smell started to permeate the air. The cheeky grin on your face slowly melted off when the smell was accompanied by a familiar wet drip. You didn’t want to, but you knew you had to look down. “God dammit…” you muttered. The floor was taking on another gloss, this one filmy and slowly merging with each drip scattered below Starlight. You looked back up into her eyes, yours of ‘no’ and ‘stahp plz’, with hers being a mix of lust and fear. “Scaroused,” you think inwardly. It was dead silent between you two, but a wet rubbing noise was growing ever louder behind you.

Of course. Twilight was fucking rubbing one out right behind you. Does this chick have some sort of sexual assault fetish? “Holy Mary Mother of Joseph! Twilight! What the fuck!” you shout at this deranged fuck. “Ooo~ d-don’t mind me Anon!” she squeaked out. “Jus-s-s~~t keep doing whatever you were doing to her~”. She continued to glide her hoof through her pussy, mixing the mint with that lavender smell you found out before.

You were out of made up words to describe your emotions. You were sickened and concerned right now. However, you were Anon! Nice guy extraordinaire! You couldn’t leave Starlight left unsatisfied, and if you did you were scared about what Twilight would do if she didn’t get her fill of kinky shit. You took a breath and primed your index finger to finish the job.

Starlight’s dark blue eyes: the only thing you wanted to focus on; the rest being leaky horse pussy, and Twilight getting off on rape. Will you get off to horses? Your dick already made it clear pussy is pussy, but where does your heart lie in the matter? You’ve already fingered one pony to completion, but that was just a prank bro. If this is the life you continue to lead, you better start liking them.

Your finger was locked and loaded, ready to deploy to its final destination. Steadily, you leaned in, and pressed into Starlight’s nose for the third, and hopefully last time.

“Boop.”

You let out a small tear. Not even your super manly powers could keep this one in. Neither of you really wanted this, but the uncertainty of Twilight kept an unspoken trust between the both of you. Starlight’s knees wobbled, the extended boop flooding her brain with pleasure she hadn’t felt in years. She let out a moan, before sending out a wave of goopy sparkle magic out of her horn, right onto your face. Did you want to cry? Probably, but the minty magic was already stinging, and getting that in your eyes would hurt like a bitch. Plus, crying would certainly compromise your standing as #1 manly man in Equestria.

“eeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” you just let out a sad and slowly drawn out drawl. Apparently, the image of you extremely uncomfortable and coated in magical mare jizz sent Twilight over the edge, and she shot a hot stream of pure love directly into Starlight’s own cum puddle, the overly sweet combination of smells making you feel like you were locked in a Yankee Candle storeroom overnight.

Your choice of emotion couldn’t have been any more inopportune. The gelatinous magic began to clump, and its own weight swung it all right into your groaning half-open mouth. The complete surprise of it set off your swallow reflex, just so brain didn’t think you were choking on anything. It wasn’t so bad if your being honest. You certainly weren’t going to tell them, but it was like the minty shake you got at McDonalds during the March timeframe. The sparkles felt jagged going down though, they were something akin to tortilla chips you didn’t chew properly.

Your room was a total mess. Tears, cum, and pure magic were littered around in various puddles and streaks. “T-Twilight?” you croak out. “For the love of everything holy, please magic all this away,” you begged to the mare. Twilight broke out her second orgasm induced trance today and flashed a sultry look towards you. “Anything for you stud~” she flirted. In a flash, the room was back to its boring feel, but instead of marecum on the floor, you had a fluffy carpet.

Twilight opted to actually walk out the room, flashing you some serious signals with her eyes, but Starlight was unconscious on your newly carpeted floor. ‘Fuck it’ you thought as you picked up Starlight. You walked over to the bed and set her down on one side. It was certainly big enough to keep you both since she pushed together three of them just for your height. You simply trudged along the edge of the frame to the opposite side, unbuttoned your love stained shirt, and plopped yourself down.

It hadn’t even been an hour. You made two mares cum their brains out shortly after introducing themselves, not ignoring the fact it was textbook sexual assault, and that one of them scared you into doing it to the other. Your breath smelled of grape and mint. Normally you liked a minty fresh feeling after brushing your teeth, but the means of how you procured this one left an ironic sour taste in your mouth.

You simply laid on the bed, hands interlocked behind your head. You had only been awake for a short while, so sleep wasn’t going to come easily. Not like you could even sleep. The recent events were basically branded into your brain, and you saw them every time you shut your eyes. You could get over all this right? You’re probably stuck here in sexual technicolor purgatory forever. Starlight’s sleepy breaths off to your side just made you wonder, what’s next?