Pony Addiction

*Note* I wrote a mature story and then did 3 straight chapters withonly trace amounts of horse sex. To hide my shame for this crime I now post a chapter containing excessive amounts of horse sex. */note*

The tan pony with the grey mane struggled feebly under me. Hoof sharp against my bare flesh as he tried to push me away.

“Didn't know,” he whimpered.

* * *

My eyes fluttered open as I rolled over on a thin mattress. Everything hurt. My head and my ribs especially.

My chest felt tight. I could barely breath.

Couldn't focus. Couldn't think.

Sleep, recover, advised my body and I obeyed.

* * *

My hands griped the ponies throat, slowly strangling it. I felt the ring of tightness that was his sphincter around my cock.

I could smell his despair.

Savage rage fuzing with lust.

“I'm supposed to be straight, damn it!”

* * *

My eyes opened again.

He was just some stupid kid. He didn't deserve that.

Why was I thinking this?

Why was my body devoting energy to my sex drive instead of healing?

My eyes closed again.

* * *

Crushing his head into the ground, I sodomized the pony with as much violence and hatred as I could.

He wailed in a high pitch keening like a rabbit in a trap.

* * *

Rolling off the mattress, my eyes latched onto a toilet. I desperately dragged myself to it and started to dry heave.

This was an injury to my fundamental sense of self. Not just my sexual orientation but more importantly the concept that I was a decent person.

But I was, wasn't I? I still saved that stupid kid. No matter what I was thinking right now.

* * *

The thrill of superiority as he whimpered around my cock. He wasn't that good at sucking cock but he was learning fast.

I wrenched his for-leg hard enough to make him squeal.

“No, not like that.”

* * *

I dragged myself up off of the floor. I couldn't keep dreaming this. It wasn't who I was.

Stood and made my way along the wall to a set of cold metal bars. I tangled my arms in them to hold myself up and pressed my aching head against the cool iron.

I was an idiot wasn't I? You can't fight a bunch of guys without getting touched. Somehow I was jammed. Stuck in a cascade tainted with violence.

One of those four had been wearing horse shoes. That had really hurt.

That concussion like injury wasn't overwhelming my lust.

But apparently it was screwing up my brain enough to prevent me from taking the obvious step to solve the problem.

I returned to the mattress and started to masturbate.

All of my usual fantasies proved drab and colourless. Empty things long devoid of value and no longer capable of stimulating me.

I wound up cumming to the thought of purple wings brushing across my face as Candy straddled my chest, beautiful and inhuman labia mashed against my bare flesh, smiling down at me.

I slept again.

* * *

And I dreamt of the tan and grey pony again.

He whimpered helplessly as I stroked him. Struggled as I took him. I laughed as he submitted. It didn't stop when he finally passed out.

It just kept going and going until...

* * *

“Wake up, hero.”

“Oh, thank God,” I breathed, finally released from what was the longest and most tactile dream I had ever had.

“If you need to thank anyone for this, thank Luna.” A grey green pony with cat eyes and bat wings stood just before bars.

“I've never seen a pony like you before.” Talking to this pony wasn't having that dream and thus something I had to do at all cost.

“Night Guards are special. We aren't like other ponies in a lot of ways.”

“How so?” I lifted myself up into a sitting position.

“We're resistant to a lot of things. Relevant to why I'm here, we are immune to all manner of mind altering effects.”

“Like what?”

“We don't have to wear gas masks around humans to stay focused.”

“You're immune to the cascade?” She had my attention.

“I'm sure you will have noticed your condition. Occasionally a human touches a pony without completing coitus and becomes locked in the cascade.”

“So this really won't end till I have sex with a pony?”

“It lasts an average of four days.”

“So only, what two days left?” I smiled hopefully. My swollen face protested as I forced it into shape.

“Three days and eighteen hours left.”

Six hours... This was just six hours. There wouldn't be anything left of me in a day, little lone four. There was no choice was there?

I stood up and supported by the wall made my way back to the bars.

“My name is John.”

“Starfall.”

“Charmed Miss Starfall. You have a quite a lovely set of wings don't you?”

“You're quite forward, aren't you John?”

“A bit, I can tone it down a little if you like.” I turned the swollen part of my face away from her.

“I'd prefer it if you did. I'm only here on my Princess's orders.”

My voice caught a little as I suppressed a sob with a sigh.

“What are her orders, if I might be so bold.”

She stood silent for a moment.

“I suppose that a summary execution might be within expectation...” I mused wistfully. It certainly would be better then waiting for the cascade to fade on it's own. It would break me. Make me something less.

The door opened.

I took half a step back, my first impulse to cower in the corner quickly smashed, but not before it could show it's self.

This is okay. This is fine. You have no control anyway. Have some dignity damn it. Hide your cowardice.

I couldn't look at her as I my legs stiff with mortal terror, carried me to the centre of the room where I knelt.

“Your case has been reviewed by Her Royal Majesty Princess Luna, personally.”

I carefully studied the ground beneath me.

“She has deemed your actions sufficiently noble for her intervention on your behalf. By her command I hereby extend her mercy unto you.”

A black and fleshy wing brushed my cheek.

The confused, frustrated and suffocating tangle of my emotions cleared and became razor focused. My muscles relaxed for the first time in hours. I relished for a moment the bliss of being able to draw a full breath.

She might not feel the effects of the cascade but she could certainly cause them.

I looked up at her. She looked down at me like someone determined to do their job and didn't have any strong feelings about it one way or the other.

“I thank Luna for this,” I managed before I reached up and caught Starfall in a kiss she didn't return. “And you. Thank you so much.”

She pushed me back and I laughed in joy at the sudden jolt of sensation as broken ends of a rib clicked together.

“Disrobe.” Her voice was firm. The voice of a pony that wasn't burning with the maddening power of the cascade. It was so strange.

“I wasn't lying about the wings.” In my haste to comply I nearly tipped over. My balance and ocular focus was still crap even if the pain in my head had vanished.

“Just lay down.”

I made my way onto the mattress. She moved on top of me, her hooves digging into me a little as she settled in.

I savoured the feeling of her pressed against me. It filled me, made me whole. I hugged her and laughed again as my ribs clicked.

“You are hurt.”

“No.”

“You are lying.” She was as sharp as a tack.

“It doesn't matter.”

My erect penis rubbed back and forth sandwiched between our stomachs. She didn't seem to be in a hurry to slide forward for penetration.

Well this was just orders, right?

“Just like this?”

“Yes, just like this.”

That wasn't wholly acceptable. My hips disagreed with me as they continued to grind into her.

I stroked the strong leading edge of her left wing.

“Stop that.”

“Sorry.”

She looked away and opened her wing. “The underside.”

She watched with a bemused expression as I carefully traced the bones of the wing with my fingers.

Moments latter hot semen flowed onto my stomach, I felt her coat turn into a matted and sticky mess. She gave a soft satisfied sigh.

My exhausted and battered body, no longer driven by the cascade, succumbed to unconsciousness almost immediately.

* * *

The moon was full and bright, casting it's cold light down upon the hill top where I lay. All the world was beautiful like sharp ice.

“This means nothing,” Starfall assured me from an arms length away.

I smiled back at her before drifting off into a deep and dreamless slumber.