Ship Crack's crack ship crack fic: Ship Crack x crack
Ship Crack hummed as he walked along the Manehattan sidewalk. The happy boat repairpony had just gotten off of work, where he had repaired some of the worst cracked ships he had ever laid eyes on. He loved fixing really broken ships. And he had seen some really ridiculously bad ships, some that seemed irredeemab- er, irreparably bad.
Anyway, as he meta his way along the sidewalk, he decided to take a route home he had never taken. Going one block past his normal turn for a change of scenery, he inspected the buildings that he hadn't ever seen close up before. Quaint little houses lined the street. Some had pink flamingos propped up on their lawn, others had wagons parked in driveways, including a taxi. One in particular grabbed his attention, as it had a boat stored in its yard along the side of the house. Despite working with them all the time, he had still never gotten his own. He was still saving bits to buy his own literal dream boat. He looked at the small craft with an appreciative eye, wishing he could stick his caulk into those cracks, and fill them until-
He suddenly tripped as his hoof stepped lower than expected and bumped a hard edge. He stumbled several steps, but caught himself before he fell, and turned around. His eyes widened as he saw the most beautifully horrible sidewalk crack he had ever laid his eyes upon. It ran deep, a thick crevice that marred the concrete surface. For a land fissure, she was surprisingly close to absolute perfection. He noticed he was salivating.
"P-pardon me, ma'am," he told the crack apologetically. She didn't seem to mind. Rather, she actually seemed to have enjoyed his little inadvertent foray inside her. His breath quickened, his heart thumping hard in his chest. No, it was too naughty, even for him. And yet she seemed to spread herself just a tiny bit wider for him. This time, he vocalized his restraint so she could hear it. "S-sorry, ma'am, but I really must be getting home. I, uh... I... um..." He trailed off at her utterly lewd display, open to the world, where just any passing pony could see her innermost secrets. He was fighting a losing battle as evidenced by his growing shaft.
"F-fine, but it'll have to be quick. Before anypony sees us," he conceded. With a careful glance around to make sure nopony was coming, he approached her. His cock slapped his belly, already fully hard. He licked his lips and lay down in front of her, bending his head to gain access to the naughty inner depths of the sexy crevice. His tongue slipped free from his mouth and he let it explore her. Every hard edge, every nook and cranny, every bump, ridge, and corner. His sensitive wet muscle ran over them, feeling literally dirty, as it collected dirt and small bits of lichen. He swallowed them eagerly, not wanting to waste her delicious gift to him. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, where she was cold and damp, where, even lewdly splayed as she was, her bits still hid from the sun for most of the day. He moaned aloud as he tasted her depths, her nearly-hidden treasure, normally forbidden but presently all his own. Then, with a heavy pant, he pulled back off of her.
"Mmh. I think you're ready now," he said lustfully. He kissed her once more before sliding himself up the sidewalk, cock dragging across it, until he was lined up with her. His erection throbbed with painful need as he eased it down inside her. He gasped as it entered her, scraping against her jutting protrusions. He pressed further inside, soon hitting the bottom, where moist soil lay. Angling forward, he pressed his cock along the trench, filling her horizontally as he forced his way between her tight, craggy walls. He grunted as his entire stallionhood was now engulfed within her. She may have acted like a canyon, but she screwed like a fracture.
He slowly thrust his stiff meat back and forth inside her, building a rhythm. Being inanimate, she could give no feedback, but he was certain she was enjoying his efforts. With a hard thrust, he kissed the flat sidewalk below him, licking it as his need for her simultaneously built and was fulfilled. Her ridges massaged his sensitive length wonderfully, the wet earth below caressing him sensually as he pounded her. His pace picked up as a fire grew in his belly, spreading to his aching loins. The need for release surged through him, like electricity running up his spine.
"Mmh, you want me to fill you up, don't you? You filthy little fissure," he said breathily. He took one final peek to make sure nopony would find him in his compromising position, then began to buck her with desperate desire. His balls slapped the paved surface with each thrust, leaving a circle of sweat where they had been making contact. He moaned as they tightened. His tip flared inside the lustful fissure, pulling his mind away from everything but the pleasure of the moment and the desire to fill this needy hole.
Warm stallion cum erupted from his tip in a long sticky rope, landing in the bottom of her wet depths. His balls and cock twitched again as another, even bigger, spurt flew out from him, painting her canal with his sin. His lewd moan was worryingly loud, as any pony nearby would hear it, but his mind was completely lost to the pleasure of the moment. Several more jets burst from him, having come from deep within him, his very essence filling the present object of his desire. He came far more than normal, as the pleasure overload brought with it an extra lengthy orgasm. White pony seed filled her to the brim, and by the time his lustful sprays died down to trickles, she was overfilled. As he pulled his satisfied cock free, the vacuum left was quickly filled by the excess semen that had overflowed.
Ship Crack panted in his afterglow, smiling warmly and enjoying his postcoital bliss. He couldnt stay forever, however, so he stood up and admired his work. She was utterly full, but the globs of cum were uneven. Using his hoof as a makeshift trowel, he spread and flattened the improvised sealant to a neat smoothness. If left undisturbed for a day, and as long as it didn't rain, he figured it should set, leaving a nice little white streak instead of a crack. He looked at his hoof and considered licking it clean, but decided to instead wipe it on the grass. He was no degenerate, after all.
He began walking home, mind buzzing with thoughts of his experience. He planned to walk the same way tomorrow to see if his seal had set. Part of him hoped it would rain tonight, and he smiled slyly. After all, if it did, that would just mean he'd have to fill her again.
