120 Nights of Pony

"So, how was night one?"

Trixie grins at me, as I float over Equestria. It's a nice dream, honestly. I could get used to this. Way better than the clown posse.

"Pretty good," I say, trying to play it cool.

"Your first time was 'pretty good'?"

"That wasn't my--"

"Yes it was. And it was vanilla as fuck." Trixie grins maddeningly as I try to think of a good reply.

"No, you're vanilla as fuck." Ten out of ten, didn't even spill the pasta. "Just wait 'till you see what I do tonight!" Wait, shit, back that up. No. Brain to mouth, what the fuck did you--

"Trixie looks forward to it."

Oh god dammit.

"Who's a good girl~?"

Rushie moans happily, trotting alongside me. It took a fucking hour to find a place that sold collars in the right size. The leash was easier.

"Whooo's a good little slut? Yes you are! Yes you are," I tell her, rubbing that one spot between her wings--that gets another moan out of her. "Aren't you glad I fucked some sense into you~?"

She gives me a lopsided, red-faced smile as she plops her thicc ass down in front of me. I hop onto a bench, spreading my legs so Rushie--and everyone else in the park--can get a good look at what I'm packin'. "Want a treat?" I ask, and she promptly nods, her tail wagging frantically. She looks like she's just itching to taste it, and if it weren't for her 'obedience' training, she'd probably be hoofing herself right now. "Go ahead!"

She squeals in delight, nuzzling up under the shaft and taking in the scent of her favorite thing in the world (also known as "deez" and "nuts"). With an eager little squeak, she drags her tongue up along it, smooching the tip, savoring the taste, awaiting my commands. A couple of nearby stallions are staring, and I laugh at their jealousy. Maybe after my pet's done sucking me off, I'll order her to suck them off, too. Whoever said pimpin' ain't easy was a damn fool.

My stream of consciousness is interrupted as li'l sis starts trying to take the whole thing in one go. I can feel her struggling to get past the halfway mark, the poor thing. "There, there. You'll deepthroat it one day." She responds by trying to make 'one day' into 'today'--and almost makes it to the 3/4ths mark, this time. "Ooh, good job! You deserve another treat. Rub one out."

With another little moan, she shoves a hoof between her legs and starts humping it, her eyes rolling back into her head--is that the excitement getting to her, or is she choking on it? I can't tell. Aw, fuck, I'm gonna have to make her come up for air, aren't I--

"Excuse me, sir." A police-officer pony taps me on the shoulder. "I need you to come with me."

"Problem, officer?" I always wanted to try that one. He scowls at my high-quality-posting grin.

"Sir, you're committing three different acts of public indecency, and you appear to be using a pony as a sex slave."

"My sister, actually."

"Your sister." The cop groans. "Sir, you're gonna have to--"

I produce a piece of paper from a pocket within my mane, and hand it to him. He starts to read:

I the undersigned, RUSHING WINDS, hereby grant my brother DAWN BREEZE total ownership of my body under Equestrian law section 3 subsection 4 ("Indefinite Servitude"). I hereby consent to any and every act he performs upon me. All actions taken by my new owner are considered completely exempt from prosecution as per Eq. Law section 3.4.

The cop folds the paper up and hands it back to me with a sigh. "Everything seems to be in order," he mumbles through gritted teeth. "Could you please take it to the red light district, though?"

"Nope!" I smile and wave as the cop walks off, and turn back to my new pet, who has finally figured out how to fit my whole dick in her face! Next step: Learning how to fit my whole dick plus breathing room in her face. I pull her up, give her a headpat as she tries to fill the void with oxygen instead of cock, and start walking again. Maybe I can find a nice place to tie her up so the other pets can play with her...