And the Pulverized Pelvis
Wallowing under his blankets, Anon groaned. You’d think that a full day’s work would be exhausting, and you’d be right; however, he just couldn’t sleep. Ever since he’d started working at the School of Friendship, as a simple janitor, he’d economized and streamlined his duties, although that wasn’t the issue. While the labor could be strenuous, at times requiring him to work late into the evening, the job itself was relatively easy. No, the problem wasn’t with what he had to do, but whom he’d ended up doing.
You see, a few weeks ago, he’d had a run-in with Ocellus, a tiny changeling student at the academy. Everything had started out rather harmless, with the shapeshifter expressing a curiosity towards Anon’s clothes, but things quickly went off the rails. After going to the girl’s room, and reluctantly undressing to dispel her conspiratorial misgivings, the situation became somewhat heated. Standing buck naked in a student’s room was, as one would suspect, was quite uncomfortable and, unfortunately, Ocellus only exacerbated things, when she proudly displayed herself to the man. One thing led to another and, well, he’d ended up giving her an in depth sex-ed lesson.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, two similar encounters followed, in the days following. The first had been with Smolder, a impudent dragoness student. Having stumbled upon her in a changing closet, well after classes were supposed to have ended, Anon had paid the scaley lass a compliment. It wasn’t anything overtly sexual, simply stating that she’d looked cute in her dress, although it began a chain of events which had led the man to the girl’s room and, for the second time, he found himself performing interspecies coitus; except this time, it was with a precocious reptile.
Anon’s most recent affair had occurred in the academy’s gymnasium, specifically in the pool area. Following a hard day’s work, he’d only wanted to relax in the school’s hot tub, but fate had other plans for the poor janitor. Shortly after changing, and slipping into the jacuzzi, he found himself face to face with Silverstream, one of the resident Hippogriffs. Seeing as how he’d been discovered abusing his access to facility, he couldn’t bring himself to scold the young horse-fish-bird lady. Chatting with the girl, as well as honestly enjoying her cheerful company, Anon was caught woefully ill-prepared, when the dual formed female made a shocking move. Under the amorous advances of the metamorphic mare, his resolve had crumbled, and he’d ended up laying a third student.
Thankfully, as luck would have it, all three of the girls had sworn their silence about the scandalous shenanigans. As far as Anon knew, given the fact that he hadn’t been called to speak with Twilight Sparkle about the matter, they’d all kept their word, but his troubles were far from over. Now, bedding three students was bad enough, yet there was a fourth problem; specifically a shaggy, quadrupedal problem. Yona, a bull-headed, pun intended, yak at the academy, had openly requested, as she put it, “her turn” with him. Of course, Anon had politely declined her advances, considering he didn’t want to risk his job, prosecution, or a shattered pelvis, however she’d grown increasingly impatient. After his fling with Silverstream, the bovid had shattered a door to the locker room and muttered something about “handling it herself.” Needless to say, the statement caused the man’s blood to run cold.
Ever since Anon had his last unexpected run-in with Yona, after boning Silverstream in the pool, the yak had been strangely quiet. Sure, he’d catch her leering at him, but she hadn’t spoken a word to him. As the days dragged on, everything seemed to be going smoothly, although the man couldn’t shake a lingering dread; which is why he’d been having trouble sleeping, as of late.
Rolling over, Anon looked at his alarm clock. It was already after midnight and, at this rate, he wouldn’t be getting much rest. As he pulled the sheets over himself, he was accosted by a deafening crack, followed by a second and third, in rapid succession. Bolting upright, he saw his door battered inward, splintering from its hinges, under some catastrophic force. Drawn to the backlit hallway, a stout figure stood, breathing angrily.
“Yona said,” a voice growled, “Yona would handle it herself.”
A shrill, girlish scream escaped the man, as he realized the small yak was going to make good on her promise. Even if he’d wanted to run, escape was virtually impossible. Yona blocked the only exit, and his room was on the third floor. So, barring possible death or grievous bodily injury from flinging himself through the window, Anon was rightly fucked; quite literally, if the girl made good on her promise. His heart skipped a beat, as he noticed two small details. Firstly, she was panting especially hard, causing the air to fog around her. Secondly, and more alarmingly, there was a moist spot on the floor, just under her groin.
“Y...Yona, I’m sure we c..can,” Anon weakly bumbled, before being cut off.
“No!” Yona hotly shouted, kicking and fracturing the door frame. “Yona waited, and waited, and waited! Yaks best at most things, but not that. Does Anon know how hard it is to suffer through two heats? Hmm? Hmm?!” she continued, drawing steadily nearer.
Anon simply shook his head, pulling the blanket up in a pathetic defensive gesture. How in the hell was he supposed to know about bovid reproductive cycles, let alone what they felt like! Still, if what she said was true, he did feel a little bad for her. Taking into account the deranged look in her eyes, and the trail of yak juices behind her, she certainly appeared to have it pretty bad. Frozen with fear, all he could do was watch, as she slowly trotted to his bedside.
With a grace belying her solid build, Yona hopped onto the mattress. Stooping low, and clenching his blanket in her teeth, she ripped Anon’s cover away; leaving him exposed, save for his pair of boxers. Like a pair of laser guided missiles, her eyes locked onto his groin. Without warning, she dove into his crotch, wantonly sniffing at his barely concealed package. “Yona has waited so long for this,” she thought aloud, as she caressed his bulge with her cheek.
Unwanted and exceedingly straightforward attention aside, Anon had to admit, Yona was kind of cute, in a terrifying sort of way. Shaggy brown fur covered her body, with her mane a slightly darker shade of color. Normally, she was adorned in a green saddle blanket, a typical yak garment, and a pair of pink bows in her braids; although she’s abstained from wearing anything at all, this evening. As he reached for her, feeling his loins stir, at the unexpected affection, she swatted his hand away.
“No! Yona will do everything, since Anon the human didn’t want to bed Yona!” Yona fiercely asserted, before deftly biting his underwear and tearing them asunder. Immediately, she thrust her head forward and began lapping at his semi-flaccid member and testes. Her sinuses filled with his masculine scent, causing her cowhood to seize upon itself in excitement. She knew that, one way or another, she’d finally claim her prize.
Anon watched in awe, while the small yak eagerly ran her tongue over his shaft. In the blink of an eye, she slipped his prick into her maw, leaving her to hungrily slurp upon it’s length. Her mouth was exceptionally warm, even if she accidentally grazed his tool with her teeth. Like it or not, he started to get hard, under her ham-fisted advances. Cursing his body’s reaction, he resigned himself to his fate. If she wanted to, Yona could easily overpower him, so he may as well try to enjoy it. As his hand brushed her braid, she indignantly glared up at him, causing him to pause.
Yona’s baleful gaze caused Anon to stop moving, allowing her to continue to fellate him. Feeling every detail of his cock, from its thick base to its smoothly rounded tip, pass her lips, caused her heart to flutter. The first salty taste of pre-cum caused her pulse to quicken, pouring gas on her blazing inferno of lust. As much as she would like to blow him until she had a mouthful of cum, she had other plans.
Be damned if she could explain it, but something about Anon really got Yona’s fire going. He was just so big and friendly, always helping students with this or that. Demeanor aside, his strength was another fine attribute. On several occasions, she’d seen the man heft heavy boxes or pieces of furniture. While she’d initially mistaken him for being somewhat frail, his might had caused her to swoon. Truly, he was a creature worthy of claiming, even if he’d been reluctant to reciprocate her advances. Even though she’d been brushed off a few times, she’d been undeterred. It wasn’t uncommon for females of her species to convince males to breed; with force, if necessary.
Sliding Anon’s rod out of her mouth, she breathed upon its now turgid length. Satisfied with the man’s rigidity, she moved forward with her plans. Jumping in place, and executing a perfect one hundred and eighty degree turn, she waggled her rump at the man’s face. “Is Anon ready,” she purred, looking back at him.
Her tail, while short, was fully raised, leaving her nethers bared. The fur on her crotch and thighs was matted with her fluids, causing him to gulp. “N...no,” Anon stammered, eying the sopping wet entrance of the girl’s snatch and puckered backdoor.
“It was rhetorical,” Yona grunted. With a titanic heave, she slammed her rear end downward.
Time seemed to slow, as Anon watched the inexorable descent of Yona’s rump. It was at that moment, fortune threw the two a massive curve ball. When the head of his dick kissed her sex, it deflected slightly, leaving it to nestle into the girl’s rear. His eyes went wide, when she entombed its entirety in her ass. Not only had she managed to fully impale herself on every inch of his shaft, but she was excruciatingly tight. As jarring as the moment was, any question of pain or discomfort was dispelled, as the yak excitedly bellowed.
“Oh YEAH!!!” Yona howled, feeling her backside filled with Anon’s manhood. Fortunately, she’d had the forethought to fully prepare for such an occurrence, having showered and thoroughly cleaned everything, prior to paying the janitor a visit. In fact, Yona had planned the evening rather extensively. She was in the midst of her estrus cycle and fully intended on sating herself in every way imaginable, before leaving Anon be. Waggling her tush, and clenching around the girthy root of the man’s shaft, she prepared herself for what was to come.
Beneath the yak’s weight, Anon was helpless. He bit his lip, as she raised her hips, milking his tool with nigh excruciating force. When she reached the tip, leaving it seized within her pucker, she rocketed backward. The impact of her full mass against his pelvis, sent a tremor through his body. An angry creak escaped the bed frame, at the violent collision of Yona’s ass meeting the human’s waist. Woefully, it was only the beginning. Ponderously, the girl began again; ruthlessly rising with glacial speed, before crashing down upon his member. While it felt good, Anon was somewhat concerned, when he heard, and felt, something pop within his pelvis. “Yona, can we...Mmmph...slow down a bit?” he pleaded, praying his bone structure could handle the forceful coitus.
“No! Rockhoof asked the same thing, but he was fine!” Yona insisted, continuing her carnal assault. Like a mechanical pile driver, she steadily pistoned herself upon Anon’s cock. Her pride, as a strong yak, demanded she proceed with her plan, until the man realized that she was the the most suitable female for him.
The mention of Rockhoof, caused Anon to break into a cold sweat. The stallion, a hulking specimen of ponykind, would occasionally come and offer guest lectures at the School of Friendship. As such, he’d spoken with the bearded equine on several occasions, often being regaled with tales of ancient times and herculean feats performed by the Pillar of Strength. The cause of his concern, however, was that Anon had, just over a month prior, seen the stallion in a rather sorry state. Rockhoof had been walking with a limp, and was covered with contusions. When he’d asked the pony what happened, he hadn’t received an answer. At the time, he’d simply brushed it off, assuming the hearty earth pony had suffered some calamitous conflict with some manner of monstrous horror. Sadly, and much to his chagrin, that horror had been Yona. It was at that moment, Anon knew what must be done.
When it came to raw power, there was no way the man could match the yak, so Anon would have to beat her at her own game. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he brought one to her groin, and the other to her lower abdomen. Digging through her fur, the nimble fingers on his left hand quested for a teat, while his right crept to her snatch. In a tactical, two pronged attack, Anon simultaneously played with her bosom and massaged her clit, causing her to yelp in surprise. It was a bit underhanded, but it was the only way he may survive; without going into traction, that is. His toying caused her to slow, if only momentarily, allowing him to thrust up and into her tush.
“That more like it!” Yona growled, hammering herself back to meet his thrust. Although she hadn’t expected him to reciprocate so quickly, she was immensely pleased. If anything, the fact that Anon was committing himself to rutting her only cemented his status as a worthy prize. Rocking her hips, she smashed him back into the mattress.
“Is that all you-Oof,” Anon wheezed. He’d assumed she was going full force, prior to taking initiative; unfortunately, he’d been dead wrong. Redoubling his efforts, he vigorously massaged the girl’s yakhood, and resumed twisting her nipple. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t have been so rough with a woman; except this wasn’t a woman, this was a willful yak crazed with lust. As he fought to buck his hips upward, she relentlessly rammed herself backward, crushing him beneath her weight. As luck would have it, the bed frame buckled, leaving Yona to topple backward onto him. Now without purchase, and lying with her back to his chest, Anon took advantage of the unforeseen circumstance.
Holding the muscular quadruped to himself, Anon jackhammered into her, while zealously fixating on her clit. Her flustered movements slowed to a crawl, as he did everything he could to sate her lecherous thirst. His only chance of walking away from the situation was to dick her into submission. Freeing her bosom, he grabbed her horn, and turned her head towards his face. Spontaneously, he kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue.
Yona’s eyes fluttered, and her heart skipped a beat, as she was manhandled by Anon. Even Rockhoof hadn’t had the wherewithal to administer such treatment; but, then again, he wasn’t graced with hands. Pulling her head back, she stared at the man. “Yona isn’t finished yet,” she purred, clamping down on his prick with her now thoroughly slickened backdoor. His grip weakened, and his motions grew labored, at the increased resistance. Just as she struggled to regain her positioning, something rather odd happened.
With all the wrathful might of a titan, Anon dredged every ounce strength he had. In one, momentous motion, he clutched the yak to himself and stood. Her diminutive size belied her mass, and he swore she weighed as much as a compact car, but he was undeterred. Awkwardly spinning, he flung the girl into the cushions under the headboard. The act freed his throbbing rod from her ass, leaving it to grasp at nothing, while her face was interred in his pillows. Seizing the moment, he leapt upon her upturned rump. In one, fell move, and praying his aim was true, he drove forward. Mercifully, it was; and Anon found his cock hilted within Yona’s sopping wet cunt.
It took everything Yona had, to keep herself from cumming instantly. Anon wasn’t quite as big as Rockhoof, but something about his magnificent manhood seemed to hit all the right places. Even though the tables had been turned, she hadn’t given up. Contracting her sex, she pressed back to his waist. “Yaks best at-Gah!” she bleated, as she was hammered forward by his thrust. With few other options, Yona gnawed upon a pillow, stifling a throaty moan.
Now covered in sweat, and panting from the physical exertion, Anon started jackhammering into the yak. With every plunge, his balls wetly slapped against her clit, hopefully aiding him in his sinful combat. Noticing his partner biting his pillow, he grinned. If Yona was already fighting to contain herself, he needed to pour it on. Releasing her hips, he reached forward and grabbed her horns. Pulling her head upward, away from the downy cushions, he savagely pounded away. “What are yaks best at?” he grunted.
With her mouth freed, saliva crept down Yona’s chin. “Yaks best at FUCKING!” she howled, desperately struggling to meet his movements. Squeezing around him with every backstroke, and mopping the pre-cum from his shaft, she relaxed her sex with each plunge. “HARDER!!!” Yona roared, sensing the first telltale signs of an approaching climax.
Spying her loosened pucker, Anon was stricken with an idea. Releasing his grasp from one horn, his hand moved to Yona’s bottom. Diggin his fingers into the muscular cheek of one buttock, he jammed his thumb into her ass. The effect was immediate, as the bovid loudly brayed and squirmed in delight. It wasn’t until he heard a commotion at the doorway, that Anon looked around. His heart promptly stopped, at the sight which awaited him.
A gaggle of bodies stood outside, whispering softly to one another, while they watched the man shamelessly indulging in interspecies intercourse. Although it was hard to tell exactly whom was bearing witness to the scandalous situation, Anon could definitely make out Silverstream and Smolder, if only due to their unique profiles. Not wanting to give up his superior position, or clue Yona in on their exhibitionistic display, he looked to the assembly, with fear in his eyes. “Get help,” he silently mouthed, hoping that at least one of them would heed his call. Observing one of the onlookers rush off, gave Anon some modicum of relief, but he was still balls deep in a horny yak. Therefore, he continued plowing the creature.
As Smolder bolted down the hallway, prompted by Anon’s mute plea, she furrowed her brow. Anon was hers to conquer, not some boorish yak’s! Swearing that she would reclaim the noble and gentlemanly janitor for herself, she rounded a corner, and ran smack into Twilight Sparkle.
“Smolder? Why are you out so late, and what’s that racket?” the Princess asked, staring confusedly at the gamboge dragoness. She’d been in her office, pouring over a few tentative plans for future friendship expeditions, when she heard a faint ruckus coming from the dormitory wing. Setting down her books, and heading to investigate, she bumped into the tomboyish reptile.
“Anon’s fucking Yona!” Smolder exasperatedly blurted, thrusting a claw in the direction of the commotion.
“I...What?!?” Twilight coughed in disbelief. She’d never suspected that Anon, of all creatures, would indulge himself in such an outrageous act! That being said, she didn’t know all that much about human mating, so she was more than a little curious. Steeling her resolve, she squinted at Smolder. “Show me,” she darkly muttered, attempting not to betray her enthusiasm. Smolder nodded and wheeled around, before trudging back from whence she came. Sure enough, there was an assembly of bodies, huddled around Anon’s room. Many of the students fled, upon seeing the school’s principal, but a few remained. Excusing herself, she pressed through the throng. Twilight gasped, when she finally got a good view of the scene.
Atop Anon’s bed, the man was on his knees, wantonly rutting Yona from behind. Rhythmically, his rump thrust forward and back, as he plowed the tiny bovid. It was a captivating sight, to say the least. While a part of her wished to trade places with the yak, she had a job to uphold. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, stomping a hoof in irritation.
“Yeah, he could have invited me. He is mine, after all,” Smolder grumbled, indignantly crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Oh, no no no no no! Anon’s my lover! He even promised we’d go on a date!” Silverstream interjected, huffing in aggravation.
“Um...Anon did give himself to me too…” Ocellus murmured, shifting uncomfortably.
“I mean, I was gonna have a swing at him, so I can’t really blame you gals,” Gallus chimed in, drawing everyone’s attention. “What? Anon seems like an ass man, and everycreature knows griffons have juicy thighs,” he added, peering back at his posterior, with a cheeky grin.
At the griffon’s assertion, the students began to quarrel. Each of them argued over why they should be Anon’s paramour and sexual interest. Twilight looked between them all, as her frustration mounted. “Oh for buck’s-” her statement was interrupted, at a particularly loud outburst from Anon’s bed.
Pushed to the brink, with Anon still rutting away, Yona came. Bellowing to the heavens, a torrent of orgasmic nectar gushed lewdly from her snatch; dousing the man’s thighs and bedsheets below. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, causing her tongue to roll out of her mouth. Just as she thought the experience had hit a peak, something magical happened.
With his body giving out, and his endurance pushed past any reasonable human limits, Anon climaxed. Burying himself within Yona’s cunt, his balls contracted, as the first shots of cum rocketed through his shaft. Pulling the girl to himself, he unloaded within her. Wave after wave of spunk went crashing into the yak’s sex, coating her interior with his hot and gooey essence.
The sudden influx of heated seed caused Yona to spontaneously orgasm a second time. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as her body was racked with divine pleasure. For the first time in her life, she realized that yaks may not be best at fucking. No, that title had been taken by this glorious man-beast. On instinct, her puss clamped down on Anon’s tool, insistent on taking every drop of his cream. She was dimly aware of her partner falling backward, collapsing on the bed, as his majestic member slipped from her confines.
Having flopped to his back, atop the ruined bed, Anon breathed heavily. Though the spirit was willing, his flesh was well beyond spongy and bruised. Through his post coitus stupor, he heard the sound of hooves approaching. Drowsily, he looked up into the face of a very displeased alicorn Princess. Before he could say anything, he felt something on his leg. Wearily, he peered downward, and noticed Yona pawing at his calf.
“Yona...make...good...wife…” the yak wheezed, licking a cocktail of their juices from the man’s inner thigh. She couldn’t wait to finish her friendship lessons and drag Anon back to Yakyakistan. Surely, Prince Rutherford would approve of the cross cultural exchange.
“Anon, I am very disappointed in you,” Twilight tutted, steadily shaking her head from side to side.
“I...it’s not my fault, I swear! If anything, I’m the victim here!” Anon protested, shakily pushing himself upward. Hauling the mostened blanket from beneath him, he covered himself. Most of the students had fled, and a handful had already seen him nude, but he maintained some sense of shame. “Just, please, talk to them. They’ll tell you I didn’t force myself on any of them!” he insisted, waving towards Ocellus, Smolder, and Silverstream.
“Anon, that’s not the problem,” Twilight sighed, wistfully casting her eyes to the floor. She was certain that he’d never do anything so heinous with the students. After all, he’d been nothing but kind to everycreature since he arrived. Heck, she’d even privately spoken with several students about him, ensuring he hadn’t acted out of turn.
“Then what is the problem?” Anon snapped, his patience at the absurdity of everything wearing perilously thin. “Was it that they’re students? Did I break some rule or something?” he hastily added, absentmindedly shoving the affectionate yak from his leg.
“No, Anon, it’s not that they’re students. It’s far worse than that…” Twilight uttered, looking Anon in the eye. “You created a friendship problem in the School of Friendship. If you’d just been honest with everycreature, this would never have happened. Shoot, if you had come to me, I would have even given some helpful advice for the various species you’d decided to bed,” she continued, still somewhat upset that she hadn’t been on the man’s list of lovers.
Anon’s jaw hung limp, at hearing the Princess’s words. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing. “Y...you’re kidding me, right?” he sputtered, incredulously. Twilight dolefully shook her head, answering his question. Apparently, it was totally fine to go around plowing students, as long as you were open about it. “Well,” he gulped, “what’s the punishment?”
“I’m not sure, since this has never happened before,” Twilight replied, rubbing her chin in thought. “In the meantime, I’m going to put you in Tartarus for a while. That way, I know you’ll stay out of trouble,” she explained, igniting her horn with arcane force. His absence would give her time to devise a fitting punishment for his transgressions.
“You’re sending me to pony hell?!?” Anon squawked, bolting to his feet, and sending Yona toppling off the bed.
“Consider it a friendship time-out,” the Princess of Friendship clarified, enveloping the man in an aura of her sorcery. He’d be well cared for, with regular meals and access to Tartarus’ small library, so she wasn’t all that concerned for his well being. Still, she hoped the experience wouldn’t be too hard for him. Honestly, if it were up to her, she’d forgive him on the spot; but rules are rules, so Anon had to be penalized.
“You’ve got to be Fu-” Anon’s outburst was cut short, as he disappeared.
“Yona wasn’t finished,” Yona hissed, kicking the heavily damaged bed frame, in resentment.
“Don’t worry, I won’t keep him there long. Now,” Twilight said, looking between the remaining students, “all of you get back to your rooms. You have a full day of classes tomorrow, and I’d hate for you to be late!”
Upon seeing their principal banish Anon to Tartarus, everyone fled; even Yona, grumbling under her breath, shambled off to her room. After magically repairing Anon’s door, Twilight went to leave, but stopped. Levitating the man’s shredded underwear from the bed, she looked about conspiratorially, before bringing the garment to her nose. Giving it a sniff, and feeling her marehood moisten, she hastily teleported back to her office for some study time.
“-ucking kidding me! I don’t…” Anon concluded, glancing around in bewilderment. Gone were the cozy confines of his room, replaced by the cold, unyielding, and dimly lit interior of a metal cell. There was a bed, a toilet, and a neat stack of blankets and towels, but little else.
“So, what’re you in for?” a soft voice called, drawing the man’s attention.
A figure skulked out of the gloom, steadily creeping towards him. Shrouded in shadow, the only thing he could make out was their pearly smile. ‘Well,’ Anon thought to himself, crossing to his roommate, ‘at least I’ll have someone to keep me company…’
