120 Nights of Pony

"So. Now you know what she's into."

"Yeah."

"So now you can try getting rough with her."

I roll my eyes.

"...did Trixie stutter?"

"This is a test, isn't it? To see if I'll be a good boy and not give in to temptation and stuff?"

"What? No." Trixie groans, and glances up toward the sky. "Can Trixie tell him?"

"Tell me what?"

"Yes, Trixie knows he isn't supposed to find out yet. But he isn't supposed to be doing any of this!"

"Seriously, what's going on--"

Trixie facehoofs, and flops backward onto her fancy couch. "Anon. Our morality does not work the way you think it works."

"The fuck are you talking about? Hurting other people is bad, right? It's not hard--"

"Hurting other people doesn't mean anything when the other people are fucking immortal, Anon."

"...oh."

"It literally does not matter. The entire point of this exercise is to get you used to that. Now, go turn your sister into a sex slave like she wanted."

"Okay, but do I have to be rough with her?"

"Do you know what her favorite part of that dumb porn comic is?"

I shake my head. Trixie claps her hooves, and a laptop appears, showing a panel from 'Big Brother Sex Dungeon'.

"...that's just the brother punching the sister in the face."

"Yes. She gets very excited about it."

"Why?"

"Maybe you can ask her tomorrow. Now go."

"Good mornin', bro!"

Once again, I woke up to the sound of Rushie's voice. This time, however, I didn't answer right away.

"...Bro? You awake?"

Easy now...

"Eh. Whatever." She heads out, humming to herself, dancing along in the hall. I slip quietly out of bed, and watch her movements carefully. As she trots into the kitchenette, I sneak down the hall after her, stepping as softly as I can.

I can hear her humming still--some aimless song I don't recognize--as she fiddles with the microwave. I wait until I'm right behind her--and then I wrap a hoof in her mane and yank it back, just enough for her to notice.

"Aah--wh-what the--"

"Shut up," I growl, and she squeals softly. As I drag her out of the kitchen by her mane, she starts to whimper.

"H-hey, easy--" She's cut off as I haul her around, tossing her toward the couch. By the time she can sit up, I'm on her--pressing my growing shaft against her belly, and looking her right in the eye.

"Easy? You think you can get off easy?"

"D-D-Dawny?"

"...wrong answer." I grab her mane again, and pull her head back--she squeaks, and her hindlegs twitch. I feel the warmth building in her belly--I feel ready. "Try it one more time: Do you get to have it easy?"

"...yes?" she guesses.

"Wrong again~!" I yank her off the couch, sending her tumbling to the floor, and plant one of my hooves between her wings.

"Ah--quit it!"

"Oh, you don't like it when I pull your mane?" I sneer. "Get up."

She gets to her hooves, her face twisted into a confused grimace--and right as she turns to look at me, I throw a right jab directly into her nose.

There's a split-second of hangtime, as if it takes a few moments for it to even register. She cries out, stumbling backward, more out of shock than anything. Her eyes widen as they lock onto mine.

"Well? You got any questions?" I chuckle.

She gives me a spastic little shake of her head.

"Good. Open your mouth and get down." As she drops to her haunches, I feel...powerful. I feel kinda awful for her--especially now that I see blood--but it's a heady feeling, almost as good as seeing her excited. My momentum carries me forward--I plant a hoof on the back of her head, and press my tip into her mouth. She doesn't need instructions--she starts swirling her tongue around the tip, expecting a normal blowjob.

This won't be a normal blowjob. I thrust down her throat, making her gag on it--and when she tries to pull back, I push her even further into it, holding her in place as I facefuck her. "Nngh, about damn time!"

Her throat starts to twitch and spasm around me--and I respond by bucking into her face even harder. Choked-off cries narrowly escape her lips as I use her face like I use her cunt--hard and fast, going from zero to hilted about once a second. It occurs to me that she's probably having trouble breathing, what with the broken nose and my cock stuffed into her, but in the heat of the moment I don't give a shit.

But I didn't come all this way to blow my load in her throat. She might be little more than a common whore right now, but I still want to nut where it counts. I drag my shaft out of her throat, listening to her gasp and cough as she recovers.

"Next question," I hiss. "Who are you?"

"I--I'm...I'm Rushie," she whimpers.

"Wrong fucking answer." I backhoof her, and she cries out, falling backward to the floor; her head bounces a little. I plant my hooves on her shoulders, and casually kick her hindlegs apart.

"You're my cumsock. That's all you are." I spit on her, and then I grind my tip against her holes, looking for an opening...only to find that she's already wet.

"...Did I tell you you could cum?"

"N-no?" she whimpers.

"That's right. And just for that...I'm not pulling out." I jam it into her, and she moans under her breath. "If you like it that much, then you can take it. In fact..." I grin. This is a bit of a guess, but it's an educated guess. I lean down, to whisper into her ear...

"I'm gonna need a new cumsock anyway," I murmur. "Might as well have you make one for me."

Her breath catches in her throat, and she clamps down around my length right as I fit it all inside.

"Oooh, you liked that? Fuck, I knew you were a cumsock, but I didn't know you were a freak."

"D-Dawny--"

I slap her across the face again, and this time she moans, her slit dribbling mare-cum as I pump into it. "Cumsocks don't talk unless they're asked a question."

She squirms under me, her forelegs batting at the floor uselessly as I pound her.

"Hey, don't feel too bad. By the time your replacement is ready, you'll be too loose to get off with anyway--" I cut myself off with a grunt as I blow my load into her, watching her writhe as she feels it flooding her. I pump every last drop into her hole, waiting until I'm almost soft to pull out--and then I grab her mane again, and casually wipe my dick off on her face. "I'll be back later. You can rub yourself off if you want, but if you're not face-down-ass-up when I get back, I'll have to use your throat as a warm-up again."

When I got back, Cumsock was laying face-first in the living room, her hindquarters propped up on shaky legs as she humped her hoof aimlessly.

"Hey, Cumsock!" She perked up, flagging her tail; I casually swatted her ass, and she moaned happily. "You hungry?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yes who?"

"Yes, master!" she squealed, immediately pulling her hoof out of her snatch.

"Good girl. Now answer the questions: Who are you?"

"Cumsock~!" she moaned.

"Good. What is your body for?"

"Making more cumsocks!" she gasped, her hoof inching back toward her hindquarters.

"Does master have to ask first~?"

"Nope! Master can rut Cumsock whenever he wants!"

"Good girl." I toss a bag in front of her--a hayburger and fries. "Eat up. Make it quick. I need to blow a couple more loads in you today."

"Yes, Master--" I swat her rump. She's not supposed to talk unless I ask a question. She'll learn eventually.

"Guh. I feel kinda dirty after that," I mutter, as Trixie hits me with the Smug Grin.

"Everypony feels dirty after they're done with a fantasy. You'll learn to ignore it."

"I dunno..."

"For what it's worth, she enjoyed it."

"Did she?"

"She could have broken your jaw. She did not. Trixie can see what's going on in your heads, and you can trust Trixie when she says that she enjoyed every second of it."

"...that's not creepy at all."

"It is very useful for these exercises. Now shut up and get ready for your next day."