Anon groaned, rolling to his side as one hand drifted to the back of his head. The last thing he remembered was finding himself on some rocky outcropping which overlooked a barren wasteland. He hadn’t been sure how he’d gotten there or where there was exactly. Prior to that, he’d been walking from his apartment to the gas station down the road for a drink; the next thing he knew, he was in some godforsaken wilderness. Looking out over the arid plains and rocky escarpments, he noticed there was a low humming noise coming from behind him. The memory died there, replaced by a pain and encompassing blackness which overtook him.
Slowly pushing himself into a sitting position, the human took stock of his surroundings. The first thing he realized was that he was in a cage of some sort. His hand ran across the cold metal beneath him, tracing the material over to and up one of the many bars surrounding him. The enclosure was roughly bell shaped, tapering from a wide, circular base to a rounded tip at the top of his cell. The entire structure seemed to be suspended by a heavy chain, holding it above a vast, glowing expanse. Although he couldn’t quite tell what was below him, Anon knew it was hot, glowing slightly in the dimly lit room. He dearly hoped he wasn’t hanging over a pit of lava, but he couldn’t say for certain.
Panning his head, Anon looked out across the area. A series of catwalks, connected by what appeared to be some sort of safety grating, spider-webbed around the cage and to the four surrounding walls. To one side, sat a staircase leading up to walkway which hung above the room and up to a hatch of some sort. In short, he was only more confused than before and was suffering from a massive headache. Suddenly, the sound of metal delicately clanging on metal drew his attention upward.
There, on the walkway overhead, strode a figure. Anon couldn’t quite make out who, or what, it was, but he could tell they were relatively short and appeared to be wearing a hat of some sort. As they crossed over him, they stopped, turning in the his direction.
“Strip,” a cold, female voice commanded.
“Look, I don’t know who the hell you are, or why I’m in this damned cage, but I sure as hell ain’t taking my clothes off you crazy bitch,” Anon angrily countered, gripping the bars and peering up at his possible captor. Really, who did this midget think she was?! Shaking his head, the man took a breath, attempting to calm his nerves. “How about you let me out of here so we can talk,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not sure where I am or who you are,” Anon continued, watching the shadowy figure turn and walk along the path above. Reaching a lever, located beside a second set of stairs which led to the catwalks surrounding his confines, the creature grabbed the control arm. To his horror, as she pulled it backward, his cage began to descent into the murky unknown below.
“I said, strip,” she repeated.
Already detecting a slight increase in heat, Anon relented. “Ok, ok! Fuck!” he cried, scrambling to pull the t-shirt he was wearing up and over his head. Tossing the garment aside, he slipped off his shoes before undoing and removing his trousers. “There, happy now?” the man asked, staring indignantly up at the figure.
“Everything,” she chided. “Oh, and just throw them out of the cage. You won’t be needing them any time soon,” she added darkly.
With a sigh, Anon complied. He really didn’t have any other options and didn’t want to find out what awaited below him. Tugging off his boxers, the human deposited his belongings through his cage, onto one of the catwalks surrounding the cell. Now stark naked, he sat cross legged, his hands placed over his crotch to afford some semblance of humility.
“Hmmm, there’s a good boy,” the female voice chuckled, continuing on her path down the stairs.
As the woman drew closer, and into the ambient light from below, Anon’s eyes went wide. She wasn’t a human at all, or even a biped for that matter. His tormentor was a pony, a talking, armor clad pony. To make matters more unsettling, he actually recognized her, or exactly what type of equine she was. Anon hadn’t really been into the whole pony craze, but he’d run across it while surfing the internet enough to realize that this girl was one from the show Which pony she was, exactly, he couldn’t say, but her aesthetic left no doubt in his mind. The mare’s coat was a dark plum color, fitted with a black body glove and adorned in armored plates which covered her back, flank, shoulders, and hooves. A magenta mohawk ran from her head to just to the base of her neck, and she had a similarly colored tail sprouting from her behind. Her most jarring features were a fractured horn growing from her forehead and a long scar over her right eye, which, like the left, was an electric blue.
“I wouldn’t ask about it, if I were you…” she said, noting the man’s gaze as is settled upon the shattered, bony protrusion above her brow.
“Oh, um, I’m sorry. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot, or hoof, or whatever,” Anon mumbled, markedly uncomfortable as the pony looked him over. “I’m Anon, a human,” he said, extending a hand towards his captor.
“Tempest Shadow, lieutenant of the Storm King,” she coolly announced, trotting past the offered handshake as she continued to examine the human. “And where, exactly, did you come from?” she asked, studying his bizarre, hairless body.
“Really, I don’t know. One minute I was walking to the store and then I found myself on some mountain. Something hit me in the head and I woke up here,” the man responded, turning his head to track the mare’s movements. It may have been his imagination, but her gaze seemed to linger on his rear end.
“Yes, we saw you looking about like some simpleton on the outcropping as we were passing overhead, and one of my Storm Guards was able to capture you with little effort. As for your second question, you’ll be kept here until I receive orders on what to do with you. In all likelihood, you’ll either be conscripted to serve the Storm King or sold off, whichever is deemed more profitable,” Tempest flatly explained, stopping as she came around to his face. “I haven’t seen a creature quite like you before, so you may be relatively valuable,” she commented, scrutinizing his features and the mop of hair on his head. He was a curious beast, to say the least. Over the years, she’d encountered a fair share of bipeds, but none as soft or shapely as this one. Many of those who walked on two legs, including the Storm King and his soldiers, were rather lean and muscular, as well as covered in shaggy fur. Anon, however, appeared rather svelte, with luscious lips and a rather pronounced derriere.
The human gulped, his anxiety continuing to worsen as the mare apathetically inspected him. Anon couldn’t get over the juxtaposition between the unicorns cute exterior and cold, uncaring demeanor. As she turned away from him, he noticed some sort of bulge between her thighs, pressing against the skin tight fabric of her suit. Cocking his head, he was thrown off guard at the observation. He wasn’t acquainted with equines, or living cartoon characters, but his standing on her sex was immediately called into question. Maybe it was the stress from the situation, or simply curiosity, but he wanted to know if this pony was male or female. Tempest had, after all, caused him to strip naked, so it seemed only fair.
“If you don’t mind me asking, are you a boy or a girl?” Anon mumbled, immediately regretting his decision.
Tempest cocked an eyebrow, steadily turning back to face him. “You first,” she shot back, trotting closer to the cage. In truth, she had presumed Anon was a male, but, without having a definitive answer, she couldn’t be certain.
“I’m a guy, a man,” Anon replied, still covering his crotch with his hands.
“And I am a mare, why do you ask?” the pony pressed, leaning closer.
“I just, uhhh, no reason…” the human sputtered, his words trailing off as he feebly attempted to avoid the question.
“Answer,” Tempest growled, her jagged nub of a horn crackling with energy, “or else…” Whoever this creature was, he’d learn to respect her authority, one way or another.
Whatever the pony was doing with her horn didn’t look good, spurring Anon to respond. “Alright, alright! I saw something was up with your suit, alright!” he blurted, his tension easing slightly as the sorcerous light over the equine began to ebb.
“Do they not have females with male genitalia where you’re from?” the pony asked, cocking her head slightly. While it was true that dickmare’s, like herself, were rather uncommon, it was no social taboo or exceptional rarity.
“Not really. Well, I guess, but it’s really rare and it’s not talked about all that much,” Anon explained, fidgeting a bit as he grew uncomfortable with the subject. He was, in fact, rather well acquainted with the concept, having a proclivity for futanari doujins and anime.
“Hmmph,” Tempest snorted, turning sideways and lifting one hind leg to expose a pronounced bulge at her groin, “it’s not an extraordinary circumstance here, and I sincerely hope you don’t take issue with me due to it.”
The sight caused Anon’s loins to stir. “N...no, not at all,” he stammered. Even though he couldn’t tell exactly how large this pony was, he could tell she was packing something substantial under that outfit. The man’s cheeks reddened somewhat as he squirmed in place. Unfortunately for him, the pony took note of his discomfort.
“Anon, move your hands…” the mare coldly stated, her deadpan expression betraying nothing of her inner machinations.
“Do I really have to?” Anon sighed, wincing up at her. There was no way this was going to end well for him. Without a word, the chaotic energy from before began crackling around her horn. Her baleful gaze, and threat of sorcerous might, answered his question. The man’s trembling hands slowly moved to his sides, revealing his semi-erect member and balls. Much to his horror, the pony fought back a laugh. “What?!? It’s cold in here!!!” he shot back, going on the defensive.
“Regardless, are all males of you species so feebly endowed?” the unicorn inquired with a devilish grin. The human’s manhood, if you could call it that, looked to be a scant few inches and, despite his words, was growing harder by the second. She had to admit, he was kind of cute, all flustered and blushing like he was, and something about his supple curves and bare skin did pique her interest. Her smile broadened as a delightfully sinful idea took root. “Speaking of the temperature, it’s dreadfully hot under this gear. I normally have one of the Storm Guards assist me with with removing my armor but, given the fact that you’re equipped with, I can only presume are, dexterous fingers, perhaps you’d like to give me a hand,” Tempest intoned, lowering her leg and presenting her flank.
The man leaned closer, his hands shivering as they crept out towards the pony. As scared as he was, and embarrassed from her biting comment about his size, a deep seeded part of him was curious to see exactly what the equine was hiding under her clothing. Inquisitiveness aside, he certainly didn’t want to anger her further. Having lowered her leg, she impassively awaited his assistance. As his fingers ran across the cool metal covering her left flank, Anon looked for a way to unfasten it. The piece of armor was anchored to the segmented plating over Tempest’s back, while also being belted to her leg. Carefully, he wormed his fingers under the piece, pressing into to the warm, covered thigh of the pony. Finding a clasp, he shifted the plate, lifting it off of her before undoing the leather strap fastening it to her body. Freeing the piece, the man sat it down to the grated floor.
“Mmm,” Tempest hummed, turning to present her other hind leg. “One down, three to go,” she cooed, looking over her shoulder and watching the man work. He was rather quick at getting her armor off, far more so than the Storm Guards with their thick, bumbling fingers. As he removed the second plate, the mare spun to face him, raising her head to allow Anon access to the smaller segments of metal covering her shoulders and upper forelegs. Making short work of the last two pieces of her limb armor, the man was left to dislodge the articulated portion which covered her back. Fastened around her torso by a heavy collar, it was the last, and easiest, section to deal with. “Hold that for a moment,” the pony ordered, dipping her head to step back, and out, of the piece. Feeling the weight freed from her body, Tempest let out a contented sigh. Though the protective covering was custom tailored to fit her, and afforded a bit of insurance while in combat, it did grow heavy over time.
“Alright,” Anon grumbled, setting the final portion of her armor down with the rest, “what now?”
“Now,” the unicorn began, seating herself just outside the cage, with her back to him, “my suit.”
Looking over her sculpted frame, Anon couldn’t help but admire her physique. Even though he wasn’t really into horses, he could tell the pony took care of herself. The body clove contoured her curves perfectly, detailing her build in fine detail. Shaking his head, and remembering the task at hand, the man started looking for some way to get the outfit off of his captor. Scanning over her back and shoulders, he spied a zipper sitting at the base of her neck. Pulling on the metal tab, the tight fabric parted, as he opened the garment. The first thing he noticed was just how sweat slick the mare was under the suit. Almost immediately after realizing just how hot the material must have been, the smell hit him; the aroma was earthy, rich, and only a bit sour, but not unpleasantly so. It was the bouquet of hard labor and strained muscle after a long day.
The mare cleared her throat, drawing Anon’s attention. He’d paused only mid way down her back, almost as if entranced by something. Surely, this strange creature wasn’t...The thought was interesting, practically demanding further investigation; but that could wait. Tempest smiled, observing as he pulled the zipper fully down, freeing her tail and leaving the outfit to sagg slightly over her open back. “Alright, you’re almost done,” she groaned, standing back up and spinning to face him yet again. Presenting one foreleg, she waited.
“Just pull it off?” the human asked, unsure of the proper procedure. Having her this close, his sinuses filled with her scent, was doing nothing for his shameful arousal. The best, or worst, part was that he knew what was coming. The anticipation of helping her disrobe was like some sort of debased and dehumanizing striptease. And, though he was loath to admit it, he was extremely turned on.
“Simply hold it and allow me to step out, it’s simple,” Tempest chided, leering down at the pitiable creature. If he’d wanted to, he could have put up a fight, grabbed her through the bars or even attempted to choke her while she had her back turned, but no, this beast was beneath her, in every way imaginable. At best, this man would make a half decent servant, although, even then, the mare had her doubts.
Grabbing the elastic fabric, Anon held the garment as the pony pulled one leg free. Moving to the next, the unicorn went to free her limb, but shifted forward, pressing her sweat soaked chest against his face.
“Oops,” the mare chuckled, pulling her other front leg from the outfit. Tempest’s eyes narrowed, taking note of the slightly glazed over look the man had, as well as the fact that he was still hard. On some level, he was actually getting off to this. She licked her lips, having gained further weight to her theory. If Anon was, in fact, a masochist, he may have more value than she’d originally thought. “You’re not done yet,” she softly scolded, spinning in place and easing her left rear leg through the bars of her captive’s prison.
Anon gulped, clutching the cloth as the mare pulled herself loose. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of what had been unleashed. Swaying below the pony was a glistening log of raisin colored flesh. He couldn’t be sure, but it had to be nearly a foot long and about two inches wide. Steam wafted from its dark surface, and a single bead of sweat rolled down its length, tracing along a particularly fat vein running to its blunt, ridged head. Anon had looked at horse cocks depicted in porn and lewd art, but he’d never seen one in real life before. Without realizing it, he crept closer, his face passing through the bars as he encroached upon the sleek appendage.
Noticing the man’s head passing just outside of his confines, Tempest rocked backward in his direction, dragging her nuts over his face and leaving his nose pressed against the base of her dick. Craning her neck downward, she looked between her forelegs at Anon. He was frozen still, save for his heaving chest. The sudden act would tell, beyond any doubt, if her hypothesis was correct. The fact that he hadn’t pulled away was telling enough, but the mare decided to land the killing blow. “Lick it...” she purred, baring her teeth as she smirked at him.
The human, caught woefully off guard by having the sweaty genitals dragged over his visage, wasn’t sure what to think. A part of Anon was deeply disturbed, but another was supremely aroused by the act. The smell of her package was mind boggling, the distilled essence of her musk sent shivers down his spine as he breathed deeply. He was so hard it hurt and a bead of pre-cum was already beginning to form at the tip of his member. The human’s mind registered what the pony had said, her sweet, coaxing words, and something within him was screaming for him to oblige. Silently, Anon’s tongue snaked from his mouth, reaching out to caress the velvety skin of the mare’s sheath. No sooner had his taste buds grazed the unicorn’s shaft, than an explosion of flavors coursed over his palate; salty, tart, and bitter, a symphony across his tongue.
“Hmmhmmhmm,” Tempest chuckled, grinding back against him, “there’s a good boy. Lick me nice and clean.” One of the downsides to being, for all intents and purposes, a crippled unicorn, was the fact that she’d always found it tricky washing herself. That’s not to say, the act was impossible, but it was certainly more difficult than other mundane tasks. Compounding the issue was her uniform; while exceptionally functional, it always left her in dire need of a bath. Exhaling slowly, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to appreciate the oral ministrations of this pathetically broken and craven man.
What started as a hesitant lick, steadily transitioned into Anon dragging his tongue along Tempest’s length. He hadn’t noticed exactly when, but the man found one hand cradling and gently massaging the mare’s heavy balls, admiring their weight as he deftly massaged them in his palm. His other hand slid to his groin, grasping his tool as he started to shamelessly pleasure himself. Anon wasn’t sure if the pony’s pheromones were affecting him, or if it was simply that he had a face full of hefty marecock but, either way, he couldn’t remember ever having been this badly turned on. He’d never given a blowjob before but, he had to admit, he’d thought about what it would be like to suck someone off. Carefully, he angled the length of equine meat in his direction, pulling his head back to allow himself access to its tip. Guiding the head to his lips, Anon slipped the organ into his eager maw.
The unicorn, feeling the man’s soft lips wrap around her shaft, brace one hind leg against the floor while pressing the opposite hoof against one of the bars of his cell. Admittedly, it wasn’t the optimal position to get a blowjob but, considering the man was imprisoned, it couldn’t be helped. Bucking her hips lightly, she drove more of herself into Anon’s mouth. The head of her rod bumped against the back his throat, causing a muffled gag to escape him. While many would take this as a sign to relent, Tempest only pressed harder. She was fully aware he was getting himself off while fellating her, so he clearly enjoyed being used like this. “Look at you, such a pathetic little worm, stroking yourself like a whore while you suck on a mare’s fat dick. You pitiful excuse for a man,” she quietly scolded, noting his intensity increase as she spoke.
Anon’s olfactory and gustatory senses were overloaded with the pony’s essence. As he sucked her off, wincing and desperately trying to get her into his throat, he yearned for more. Sadly, the cage could only allow for so much interaction between the two, so he was left wanting. A soft giggle caused the man to open his eyes, looking up at the mare’s face.
“I think that’s enough for now,” the unicorn groaned, pulling her length from Anon’s mouth and leaving him with a pitiable expression. “Unless…” her words trailed off, a tantalizing piece of bait laid out for her prey.
“Unless what?” Anon gasped, licking the drool and pre-cum from his lips. He thought he may have some idea of what she was thinking, but there was no way to tell for certain.
“Well, since you enjoy servicing a mare like myself, I’ll...No. A man would have no interest in that…” the pony grumbled, turning away and trotting towards the stairs. All the while, her dark and slickened length swayed beneath her.
“Please!” Anon blurted, idly cranking his shaft. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to worship her, to be used by her.
“Hmph, such depravity,” Tempest hummed, casting an eye in the man’s direction. “But, I suppose, a miserable creature, like yourself, can’t be blamed for their bestial urges,” she tutted, returning to the side of the cell and bringing her face to his. “Present yourself,” she growled, sneering contemptuously at the man.
Anon shuffled around in place, baring his backside to the pony as he got up onto his hands and knees. Pressing his rump against the cage, he awaited his fate. His mind was a maelstrom of fear, excitement, and unbridled lust. He’d used toys on himself before, having initially found himself curious, but hadn’t ever been penetrated by another living creature, let alone one Tempest’s size. The man squeaked as he felt a pair of hooves latch onto his hips, through the bars. Something blunt, and hot, pressed against his pucker, playfully nudging at his entrance.
“Well?” the mare asked.
“Well?” Anon mirrored, looking back at her, not knowing of what more she wanted of him.
“If you want me to plow you like an animal, then beg…” Tempest flippantly replied. If the man thought she’d just rut him like some harlot, he was dead wrong.
“F...Fuck me,” the human stammered, his cock twitching as uttered the words.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” the pony inquired, turning her head mockingly.
“I said fuck m-Aaah,” Anon yelped, as the tip of the unicorn’s dick press to, and through, his backdoor. With glacial speed, the pony plunged forward, locking him in place with her powerful forelegs while grinding herself deeper into his colon. It hurt, but there was a heat and sublime fullness accompanying the pain. Feeling the thicker medial ring bump against his stretched hole, Anon took a breath.
“So accommodating,” Tempest groaned, pulling back and watching as her member dragged his stuffed ass with it. Gritting her teeth, she slammed back forward, hilting herself as her rod burrowed deep into the man’s guts. It had been ages since she’d gotten a chance to properly rut somepony or, in this case, somebody. The human was delightfully tight, clinging to her with each backstroke, almost like his body was unwilling to have her depart from his confines. Not caring to give her toy a chance to acclimate, Tempest began pistoning into Anon, enjoying the whines and stifled noises he emitted every time he thrust forward.
Anon was in shock. Everything about the situation was absurd to the nth degree. Being fucked by a talking, magical horse while imprisoned on some far off land. None of it made a damn bit of sense; yet, here he was. The mare’s balls impacted against his own, smaller equipment with each forward motion. Balancing himself on one arm, the man reached below himself. Wrapping his fingers around his prick, he continued jacking off, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum as his prostate was battered. Suddenly, the unicorn’s movements slowed to a halt.
“Give me your hands,” the Tempest snarled. She should have figured he’d continue to unabashedly pleasure himself, but she had a solution for that.
“W...what?” Anon stammered, looking back at her with a pained expression.
“Now!” the mare demanded.
The human obeyed, arching his back and moving his arms behind himself. Impaled as he was, the act wasn’t exactly easy. As soon as his hands graced the bars of his confines, the unicorn’s front hooves clamped over them, pinning them in place. Unable to move, the man was left totally under the control of his captor. He was, utterly and completely, nothing more than a sex toy for this tyrannical pony.
“If you’re going to have me rut you like a bitch in heat, then the only way you’re going to cum is like one,” Tempest scolded, her irritation at his actions was painfully obvious. Though she was enjoying the sensation of being hilted in his soft rump, she wasn’t going to allow him a modicum of self indulgence. Anon should be honored that she’d even allowed him to relieve her tension. Satisfied that the man would no longer be able to stimulate himself, the unicorn continued her assault on his behind. Glancing down, she watched as the pillowy cheeks of his ass rippled and jiggled with each impact of her hips. He may be worthless as a male, but he certainly made a satisfying cock sock.
The man’s pain began to subside, overshadowed by the immeasurable pleasure the pony’s searing hot length afforded his insides. Seeing as how he wouldn’t be allowed to get himself off, Anon began pressing back in tune with her thrusts. Biting his lip, he clenched his abused hole, milking Tempest’s length as it plunged in and out of himself. He’d seen men obtain release from anal alone and, at this rate, he may just experience it himself. A curious pressure, almost like a building inferno of bliss, was growing within his loins. The mare’s medial ring was scraping against his prostate with every pistoning movement, sending electric jolts of joy through his body and making him weak in the knees.
Tempest grunted heavily, sweat beading her brow as she continued. Despite the relatively cool air, and freedom from her armored uniform, she was heating up fast. Her heart thundered in her chest, while she plowed the man-beast beneath her. Plunging deeply, she began jackhammering Anon’s ass, furiously pounding his supple derriere. The mare’s nuts began to retract, pulling tightly to her crotch as they prepared themselves to unleash their contents.
As he rocked his hips back with reckless abandon, Anon moaned whorishly. His prick twitched, bouncing beneath him he was bred. Seemingly out of nowhere, he came. A nova of overpowering ecstasy surged through the man, leaving his arms and legs to tremble furiously. Feebly, a few spurts of cum escaped from his member, spattering across the metal flooring of his cage. The climax was singular, wholly unlike any orgasm he’d ever experienced. It almost felt like his entire body was electrified, causing every inch of him to seize and quake.
The action did not go unnoticed by Tempest. The man’s orifice clenched down on her, constricting tightly around her length. With a final thrust, the mare hilted herself. A throaty growl filled the air as her cock unloaded a torrent of scalding seed into Anon’s intestines. The head of her tool flared, locking itself deep within his bowels and sealing itself in place while disgorging the tsunami of jizz. She felt his pucker stretch around herself as wave after wave of spunk rocketed down her shaft. In that moment, Tempest decided to forgo sending a report of discovering the human. If nothing else, she’d be able to keep him around as stress relief.
After what felt like an eternity, the mare’s equipment began to soften. Unceremoniously she pulled it from the man’s posterior. Wetly, the bloated head popped free from his well used hole, flopping below her and slinging her juices through the grated floor. Anon’s gaping hole weakly gushed seed, leaving a trail of the sticky substance to run down his legs and coat a portion of his cell’s interior. After appreciating her work, she released the man’s hands, allowing him to fall into the cooling pool of their combined fluids. Tempest wasn’t done though. Turning her side to the cage, she presented her cum drenched length.
Realizing what the unicorn wanted, Anon obliged. Shakily, he crawled over, hefting her member to his lips to lick it clean. Even though he was a prisoner, locked up and humiliated, he wouldn’t trade an experience like the one he had for the world. After slurping up the thick gobbets of seed and fluids from his captor, Anon collapsed.
“I’ll have you brought to my quarters shortly,” Tempest intoned, gathering her effects. She knew that he wouldn’t attempt an escape and, even if he did, there was no way he’d succeed. Anon was hers to do with as she pleased, and she certainly wasn’t going to share her new plaything...
