Assigned Penis at Birth

by CrimsonEquine

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Spike, Random, Shining Armor, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Flurry Heart, Alternate Universe
Length: 1607

Shining Armor's penis shrinked while in coitus. Lordanda Jones helps with that.

Shining Armor, illustrious power house of Equestria, has his penis magically get smaller out of nowhere.
What the hell!??
Meanwhile, Applejack tends to her farm and Twilight Sparkle is a socialist.

Published 2020-07-06 04:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-06 04:00:00 UTC

Assigned Penis at Birth

A certain pony was checking the ponyville hospital. Her name was Lordanda Jones and she had one job. She was the local penis inspector of the Equestrian hospice. You see, Lordanda Jones looked at the young Shining Armor penis and used his spacial magic to Lordanda Jones his pee pee three times that day. And so like Mary Poppins, Lordanda Jones flew on an escalator out the window with her job finished.

Things were never the same that day because Lordanda Jone’s magic ran out.

“Oh yes Shining, pleasure my pony cat with your massive schlongodong!” said Cadance.

Then, it shrinked three sized that day.

“What your penis grew smaller, I’m divorcing you!!!” said Cadance.

And so, Shining Armor penis became tiny thing and he went through divorce.

“Dad, why did you have to have such a small peen” said Flurry Fart. “I remember you were born with big peen, what happen!?”

Shining Armor went to the corner and snuffled his nose smegma.

“It is not I who put this stuff happen to me, I was merely a pawn of the system, the griffons came in and slammed their hooked cocks into me and now I’m a mere small pony!”

Then, Lordanda Jones crashed through the window.

“It is I, Lordanda Jones, I have come to make small peen become big peen!”

The two ponies at hospital raised their hooves in excitement in air.

“Ah yes, the legendary Lordanda Jones, you make small peen big peen” said Flurry Fart.

Then Flurry Fart made a large belch through her anus that smelled really bad and cheese.

“Yes, and with a wave of my fairy wand which is stuck to my butthole, I will make Shiny a big stallion again”.

With a wave of her butt wand, Shiny pee pee grew four times that day. The two mares foamed in mouth and couldn’t keep salivate from pussies.

“Dad, mount me good!” said Flurry Fart with a fart.

And so Flurry Fart was mounted by her father and she could feel his LARGE PEEN SMASH DEEP INTO COITUS.

“Daddyo, I always wanted babu, give me a babu” said Paul Flart(Flurry Fart).

Shining Armor pumped fastedly and jutted his head in and out of Fart. With those fancy moves, Lordanda Jones stroke her cat really hard.

“Wow, I sure hope my H.I.V. can calm down today for sex” said Lordanda Jones.

“Whats H.I.V.?” said Shiny Farmer.

“Oh you know, Horrible Insect Virus”

Then insects flew out of Lordanda Jones pussy, they were a mix of flies and bees.

“NO NOT THE BEES” said Flurry Fart.

meanwhile!

Applejack sat outside in the winter cool air. She wore a white suit with tie and held a silver cane with a gold orb on its top end as she sat and overlooked the crops.

She looked around and saw the Zebricans that carried the bountiful fruit that would make her rich. Applejack remembered how she went to the pony trade and scooped a handful of those Zebricans for use on the farm.

She couldn’t believe how useful they were for carried red gold and all she had to do was call up Big Macintosh and his long metal chain whip to smite those disobedient curs.

Applejack turned her head and stalked the zebra beasts as they went their way to the farm, ready to pick away at this day's apples. She took out a brown cigar from her pocket and lit it with a lighter that came with it. It had the engraved symbol of three apples on its metal frame.

A zebrican foal danced a wild flailed waltz while the others slaved on towards the apple trees. The boredom can be a serious detriment to money gained. Applejack took from her other pocket a silver whistle and called on Big Macintosh with a hard blow.

Big Mac came forth with his chain whip from the Orchard, the other Zebricans looked away as the poor zebra foal danced her cares to submission.

From behind, Big Macintosh slammed his whip at the backside of the foal. Its metallic heft filled with weight and depth. The slams slapped with a hard thwack to her back side which repeated thick red lines and twisted bone on the zebra foals body structure.

The whip hit the backside of her head, which caused a deep hazed sight in her eyes. She fell into the dirt and with one strike, the Zebra foal's head split open.

Fat brain matter leaped out of her head. Her eyes turned crazed and her expression unnatural. Big Macintosh screamed a howl so foul that it caused one of the Zebricans to cry. She was kicked in the face by the other Zebrican and stumbled before she continued on as normal.

“Stop you stupid ziggers!” she said. Applejack procured a diamond shotgun from under her plastic chair. It glistened under the sunlight with its many etched diamonds. Applejack went towards the group of Zebricans as they went single file line.

Their will froze solid and their bodies stilled by her presence. A sweat dripped from one of their brows. Another breathed in repeated uncontrollable breaths. Yet, the line of Zebricans stood as still as possible.

“Goddamn stupid ziggers, yall should be making your own Colonel Jack money, not flimsi it up with dance moves!” she said with a wave of her shotgun.

Applejack went to the side of the line while Big Macintosh followed from behind. Big Mac gave an evil little smile that would curse your dreams. Applejack raised her shotty and aimed straight at the group. Not one of them moved, for they would be shot if they did.

“Which one of you varmints actually cwied wike widdle babus?” said Applejack. A zebrican whimpered when she looked at Applejack before she turned away.

A Zebrican raised his hoof into the sky.

“It was her, the one at the end of the line width the blacked eye!” he said. The Zebrican mare ran for her life for being called out. She sprinted and breaked for the Everfree Forest. Applejack stared through the shoulder of her shotgun and clicked the trigger with one swift slide.

The zebrican mare’s head broke into a quarter of its skull over into the grass. Red juice flowed into the ground and covered it with its essence from her open head wound. Pieces of destroyed skull matter encrusted the floor like dust. She fell into the ground with her brain plopped over her open skull.

Applejack blew on her shotgun’s smoke. Big Macintosh cracked his whip with a powerful thwack. The zebricans went there way to the Applefield to start work at once. Big Macintosh went to the corpse and stuck his erect cock into her eye socket through her hole. Applejack took out a phone and took a picture and sent it to Marebook for everypony to see.

Just another day at Sweet Apple Orchards.

Twilight Sparkle awoke to the sound of patriotic music. She raised her hoof as high as it could and saluted the Fuhrer Commissar Celestia, or at least the picture of her anyhow on the wall.

Twilight went to the closet and pulled out her black SS shirt and black skirt to be worn for the ceremony today. Fuhrer Commissar Celestia was going to highlight the many victories against the threat of the other impure races. She couldn’t wait to hear her incredible speech with the pony boys that crushed their enemies to submission.

“Ot mein Spike!” said Twilight Sparkle in black clothes. “Get your disgusting impure dragon ass over here before I send you to the gulags for questioning!”.

Spike the dragon ran up the stairs with heavy thuds. He didn’t want to be spanked today for being a bad dragon.

“Ock, I’m comin lassy, me legs can’t go so fast after yee torture for burnin the toast last mornin!”

Spike went through the door after he cooked for several hours. Lots of Hay steak, Hay sausage, and bran beer were carried in his arms. Twilight levitated the beer and engorged it with one drink. Then, with a raise of her horn, Twilight levitated all the food and stuffed it in her mouth.

“Ock, wee lass, your gonna get a wicked bad tummy ache, if ya eat so fast!” said Spike.

Twilight fumed with the stain of cooked hay juice and beer on her muzzle. She levitated Spike and placed him firm on her wooden bed. She then took a short whip and crept close to his face.

“You dirty dragon, I bet you want to be thrown in the gas chambers…” she said.

Spike grimaced, “No, I don wanta go to the chambers, mercy Twilight!”.

“Well then that's five strikes… or the chambers?”

Spike nodded.

And so without hesitation, Twilight smited Spike the Dragon with several quick strikes to his behind. The precise nature of these strikes created a red bottom hurt with lines.

“When I get back home, I’m going to break you into a million pieces until your pelvis is broken like a twig, you impure fat dragon and that silly cock of yours…” she whispered to his dragon ear.

Twilight Sparkle bit her lip and smacked his ass once again. He gasped at the strike and Twilight left him on the bed to contemplate the inevitable.

“Oh got, Twilight, if ya keep this up, yer gonna get pregnant…” he whispered to himself. “Oh got, I don’t know what to do with a wee kirin lass er lassy in this fascist communist nightmare”.

And with that, Spike went limp and slept with a heavy heart.