Defeating Overpowered Ponies
Hundreds of soldiers looked on flabbergasted as they stood to attention. They could not comprehend what they were seeing. On a raised wooden platform, you, General Anon, stood before your soldiers. You were dressed in a tuxedo that was blue on the left, decorated with white stars. On the right, it had red and white stripes. It was themed like the American flag to show your true patriotism in front of your men.
Sat down before you upon her rump, there was a minty green unicorn mare. Who was masturbating as you pet the cute little pony’s mane with your right hand. A loud clopping sound could be heard echoing in the hallway as she grinded her right hoof against her soaking wet marehood. She made a series of neighs, along with lustful moans, and groans. She twerked her plump rump up and down before your soldiers.
“As you can see, the threat of the pony has been neutralized. Lyra Heartstrings has willingly collaborated with us humans of America to help us take over Equestria, so that we can install Capitalism and bring forth McDonald's in their land like the true American way. We do not have to fire a single bullet or drop bombs to win this war against the ponies. We can just win this war by showing them sweet love,” you announced to your men. “Any questions?”
“Can't we just ya go shootin’ them?” asked one of your soldiers with a country bumpkin accent.
“I’m glad you asked, Private Jenkins. Allow me to demonstrate if we tried to attack the ponies conventionally.”
You pulled out a Desert Eagle pistol. You then pointed it at Lyra’s head. “You ready baby?” you asked softly.
Lyra simply nodded. With that, you pulled the trigger. The bullet simply shattered upon impact against her and didn’t leave a scratch on her. Lyra Heartstrings moaned in bliss from the impact of the bullet. A torrent of creamy white marecum came spraying out of her marehood, soaking your pants.
“As you can see, the ponies are much stronger than us. They are broken overpowered. Luckily, they are peace-loving hippies. If that wasn’t the case, I would not be speaking to you right now. That said, be sweet and loving to these ponies. I will have you court-martialed if you mistreat these adorable ponies. They are very sensitive and prone to crying very easily. If you accidentally hurt a pony's feelings proceed to immediately give them a hug and kiss them to undo the damage you have done. They will instantly forgive you if you truly mean it in your heart.”
You continued. “The president has decreed it to be a war crime to be a big meanie pants to cute ponies. Depending on how harsh you hurt the poor pony’s feelings you may end up being executed in the most extreme cases. To save your life at that point, you must present the pony a carrot, kiss her and say that you are sorry.”
“I’m sorry about staining your pants, my love. Do you forgive me?” she asked, her cheeks blushing pink in embarrassment.
You answered her question by tenderly giving her a scratch at the back of her ear. Lyra moaned heartily. Her tail wagged excitedly as you gave her ear tender affection. “As you can see, ponies are invincible. Allow me to demonstrate even further.”
You took a grenade out of your back pocket. Lyra giggled at the sight of it. She opened her mouth wide. You pulled the pin, and threw the grenade into her maw. Lyra moaned in bliss as she swallowed down the grenade. A few seconds later, there came a loud bang. Lyra moaned in pure bliss from the sexual stimulation of the explosive device going off inside her.
Your men stared in utter shock at what they witnessed. “If you’re still not convinced. I can have Lyra swallow a nuclear missile, and have it harmlessly explode inside her.”
Your men shook their heads from side to side. It seemed they were convinced.
Lyra clapped her hooves together. “Anon, show them our biggest weakness.”
“Very well, lie down my sweet little thing.”
Lyra fell backward onto her back. Her legs were in the air, and her belly was fully exposed. You kneeled down and placed your hand upon her stomach. She trembled at the feel of your hand upon her. You smiled down at your beloved mare before you began to gently stroke your hand back and forth over her belly.
Lyra cried out as you gave her a belly rub, her legs kicking weekly in the air. Almost immediately she began to have an orgasm. Her marehood splattered her creamy essence all over the place like that of a shotgun.
“As you can see my soldiers, this is the way to defeat the ponies. We cannot defeat them through strength and arms. We must be gentleman to the cute little ponies, and rub their bellies to ensure our dominance over them.“
The men looked creeped out but listened on nonetheless.
“Before you engage the enemy, dress up as a fine gentleman in a fancy tuxedo. Give them a carrot to eat, that will help pacify them. Divide yourselves into teams. One of you should kiss the pony. At least two of you should give them tender ear scratches. One of you should rub their belly, and possibly fuck them at the same time in the missionary position. If you need backup have another human underneath her to fuck her asshole. Work as a team and we will win this war.
Lyra added. “And be a cheesy romantic guys. Tell us how much you love us as you fuck us,” the men looked unconvinced. “We can make your penises bigger.”
Lyra giggled at the sight of the handsome humans suddenly looking very eager to please the ponies. All of them had big happy smiles on their faces.
Agent Lyra Heartstrings’ mission was complete. Princess Celestia will be proud. Little did the humans know, they were playing right into the ponies’ hands… or errr hooves. She felt her magical energy increasing in strength the more affection she received from her human lover. Soon the human shall become a subservient, client race to the ponies, who will inadvertently help them take over the universe and beyond with their loving hands’ affection.
