When Bad Fics Get Worse

You wake up, and find a gray mare with a black mane pinned under your table. Fuck. Not this again.

Oh well.

You manage to lift the table off of the pony trapped underneath. She draws herself to her hooves, looking at you and blushing lightly, opening her mouth as if to speak, but she doesn't get the chance. You grab her by the scruff of the neck and ram your fist into her jaw, drawing out a squeal of agony as she attempts to squirm out of the way of your inevitable blows. A moment later, you drop the broken mare, who spits out a couple of broken teeth as she looks up at you in fear.

That's better.

You smirk down at the gray pony, who pushes herself to a more stable position before turning her pleading purple eyes up toward you. "P--Please, sir," she manages feebly, but to no avail as you slip out of your pants and eye her predatorily, causing her face to pale as your strong arms pry her soft legs open widely. You survey your prize with a grin dancing about your lips, the warm gray body below you quivering in mixed fear and anticipation.

May as well.

Smirking as you push the mare's legs apart, you can feel her tense in anticipation, writhing helplessly on the ground before you. Her face is bloodied, twisted into a breathless gasp as you swiftly hilt yourself in her warm, tight cunt. She moans uselessly on the ground, constantly pleading with those wide purple eyes, but her screams only fuel your erection as you plow yourself rather rudely into her.

The mare moans loudly as you thrust powerfully into her forcefully-opened legs, filling her with your seed. Helpless to resist, her back arches and she draws in a quick breath. Pulling out, you deliver a swift kick to her flank as you tower above the weakened mare.

But that's getting old. You slide the table back over the gray pony, who whimpers in defeat before you exit the room.

Moments later, you return carrying a tutu and push the table off the helpless mare. Forcing it onto her, you nod in approval, then keep kicking her bruised flank until a purple blotch can be seen under her gray hair. "This is getting boring," you comment dryly. "I wonder what I'll do next."

Ah, yes. You'll ask the pony thread. They'll know what to do.

You hesitate, resting a hand lightly upon Octavia's tangled mane. "Octavia-- that's your name, isn't it?" you say softly, your fingers running through her knotted hair. She nods slightly, and you smile ever so gently down at her. "Octavia, I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," you croon, the gray mare looking first confused and then smiling back at you. "Will you forgive me?"

"It's... I forgive you," she rasps through heaving breaths.

"Excellent," you say with a beaming smile, grabbing her tail and shoving your cock into her anus. Her anal cavity is hot and tight, but it hurts her more than you.

"Why--what are you doing?" she asks in panic, the succulent globes of her ass clenching around your member.

"Uhm... make-up sex?" you answer tentatively, one hand scratching down her back and the other pulling her hips closer to you as your balls slap against her ass.

Octavia manages a few mumbled words before she is cut off by her own loud moans as your seed pours directly into her anal cavity. Then she passes out.

"Hm," you say, your softening dick still jammed into the unconscious mare's anus.

Then you put her in your car, drive out to a cornfield, and set her up as a scarecrow.