So, you want to hear the craziest I've ever seen? Tell you what, I'll take you back to my days in Filly. Fillydelphia, that is, I'm not into that weird kiddie-fooler shit.
I used to run with a raider gang way back then, we weren't really big or anything, but we had our fair share of violence. Fucked who I wanted, when I wanted, drank, did drugs, ate like a Goddess-damned king whenever we came by a fat enough caravan. Ponies always say that it isn't an ideal profession, something that you're forced into most times, but I can't say that I regret it. Sure, few ponies died, but that's life, right?
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Come on, why're you staring at me like that? Whatever. That's not the point of all this, the point is, you have to take opportunities that come to you. Anyways! Craziest thing that's ever happened to me. Fillydelphia. Place was still cooling down after the Enclave and the entire-fucking-wasteland decided to have a brawl there, but that's alright, 'cause we were on the outskirts of all the ruins. There was this cozy, run-down little bar that they called the "Shithouse". Great name, right? I know it lived up to it, the place always smelled like horesapples - that, and they had this niche little "private" section where they'd stuff all the unlucky ponies that couldn't pay their tabs, made them pay it off through cold, hard, labor. Stunk. Like. Hell. Especially since nopony ever bothered to clean up their mess. Hah! It's really emphasizing on the "hard" part. Get it? Since, you know...
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You're a really shitty story-listener, you know that?! When I say a joke, you're supposed to LAUGH!- Oh, forget it. Back to the fuckin' story. There I was, a little boozed up, was barely crowded in there, hell, even the bartender fucked off. Think the rest of the gang went out on some fuckin' excursion, whatever the hell that means. Some little part of my mind, for some reason, felt a really strong urge to go check out the stocks - that's what they called that lil' private place - to see if they'd left anypony there for the day. And you know what I fucking saw?
I stood there in the doorway of the run-down, molded wooden structure, to find myself gawking at the backside of an incredibly tall mare. A clean one, too. Her fur was a brilliant dark purple, hooves nicely trimmed, and what little I could see of her hiked tail that was forced upwards onto the other side of the wall resembled the colors of the fallen ministry mare - Twilight Sparkle - albeit much darker. Her marehood was dripping with a lightly-glowing nectar, tinted pink in color; and had a very distinct umami scent to it that wafted towards my muzzle like a slithering viper, one that I'd never touched with my muzzle before.
"Holy shit."
I didn't even register that I mumbled those words, my eyes lost in the beauty of the flank in front of me. I looked around the room further - surely somepony else was here to witness this. Right? To my surprise, this section was utterly barren. I had her to myself.
I took a single shaky step forward, my chest pounding. I'd been with other mares before, but this made me feel like it was my first time all over again. I was pent up from a long week already, my stallionhood aching for release. I didn't even realize that I was already at full-mast and dripping pre all over the floor, a wave of embarrassment hit me upon seeing the trail of clear ooze that was still connected to by throbbing cock.
My ears pressed to the back of my head as I sheepishly scraped the trail of precum off of the floor using my right hindleg, and quickly began to make my way towards the mysterious flank ahead. Being a stallion of a little above-average size and build, I didn't necessarily have to bring a stool to mount her, but it was going to be no easy task to insert myself. The moment I lifted my leg to straddle her backside, however, I felt myself stop.
Why not have a little bit of fun first?
The sudden thought made sense to me. After all, I was the only stallion in the room - there was no rush, no line behind me eagerly waiting for their turn on the breeding stock. I hastily set my leg down, and took a step back to re-admire the image before me. The mare's clit gave a sudden, inviting wink, sending a spurt of her sticky ambrosia right into my face. The smell from earlier was even stronger now, strong enough to make my cock give a single, powerful throb and push out another short spurt of pre onto the floor. It was almost as if she knew what I was doing, because at that moment, she slowly began to spread her legs farther apart for me, inviting my gaze in further.
I couldn't restrain myself from pushing my muzzle even closer after that. I took deep breaths, her scent like roses and honey mingling in a wonderful, ecstacy-inducing smell. My tongue, seemingly out of instinct, extended out towards the marehood in front of me and lightly dragged across the surface. Her vulva was a deep purple, similar to the rest of her body, puffy from arousal and carrying a mildly salty taste. I circled my tastebuds on her swollen lips several times before delving deeper into her labia and, on the way, pea-sized clit. Finding myself fixated on that particular area, I wrapped my lips around it and began to lightly suckle on the bump for several moments.
There's more to taste, more to smell. Why not go further?
I nodded. There was still another part of her to explore, after all. Grabbing both sides of her flank with my hooves, I became obsessed with the desire to SMOTHER myself in the mare's backside, and proceeded to gently spread her cheeks apart further. With my tongue still flicking up and down her marehood, I began to venture upward with it - grazing over her puckering ponut and going to the tip of her dock before swirling back down. I'd place a single kiss to her tailhole, letting my tongue explore every inch of its puffy surface. Schlick! Each lap I made across the area resulted in a wet slurp.
Every part of me that was once a rational thinker was gone, if there ever was any sort of thing. My mind had become completely overridden with lustful thoughts, a bestial urge to breed. My eyes rolled back into my head as I'd huff inwards once more, my hot breath seeping over her still-winking clitoris. I could hear a faint moan on the other side of the wall, muffled by both my overwhelming lust and the moldy wood.
I needed more.
Further engulfing the hole before me, my entire muzzle made way through her entrance, and before I knew it I was huffing straight from the inside of her moist, dripping walls. She was warm, warmer than any mare I'd ever felt before, and clearly one of the tightest.
I began to lap up any moisture inside of her like a greedy animal, my head going even foggier as I grunted and snorted like a feral animal. My cock begged for release, but I was prohibited it by some unseen force - one telling me to continue licking. I didn't have the mental strength to disobey it.
A shudder began to ripple through the mare's backside, trembling from her back to her legs, into her marehood and tailhole. She hadn't came just yet, but it was clear to me that she was on the verge. I could hear more gasps and hushed moans coming from the mare's other half, driving me further towards-
Breed her. Now.
I immediately stopped my facial onslaught against her marehood, my head rising upwards as I was able to take a deep breath inwards. Her juices dripped freely from my mouth and nose and onto the floor, joining the already-growing puddle that was created from the marecum waterfall that was her labia. I had barely noticed my growing lack of oxygen, huffing and puffing while my senses started coming back to me. It was then that I saw something that I hadn't before:
Her picture.
Up on the wall above her, there was a photograph of the mare that I'd been far too preoccupied with her flank to notice. Her slitted, purple eyes, long horn, and lithe facial structure were incredibly familiar. Something I'd seen only a few times before, and barely survived. This wasn't just a pony, this was an alicorn.
BREED HER.
And from what my thoughts were now projecting, an incredibly horny one.
Ha! Get it? Horny? You know, since she's got that big-ass horn on her. I mean, have you ever SEEN one of those things? That bitch could've run me through all the way if she wanted to. HA!
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Really? Am I that bad? Ugh! Fine, fine. Back to the story. Asshole.
My cock was still full-mast, wetly slapping against my stomach and sending an arch of precum to land with a wet splip on the wall below her rear. I felt a mixture of fear and arousal upon my moment of realization; fear, from seeing many of my friends become nothing but ash and piles of gore due to her kind, and arousal, because Goddess-be-damned if this wasn't hot. There was a taboo to it all, as if the flower in front of me was a forbidden fruit that was never to be touched by ponykind, forbidden by Unity herself, but she was long gone by now.
I began to take shaky steps forward, but it was unknown to me whether or not it was by my own volition or if I was unknowingly under her control. It didn't matter. I wanted this. Right? It had been such a long, long week, and I was pent up for release. Nodding to confirm my own thoughts, I took a nervous gulp of saliva - her flavorful taste still on my mouth - and began the process of mounting her.
It took a few tries. Her ass was at the perfect level for a muzzlefuck, for sure, but for how tall she was? It was near-impossible to simply "hop up" as you'd do with any other mare, no, this required tact. It wasn't until the moment I found myself leaping up to reach her that I was suddenly enveloped in a firm, full-body grasp. Gasping at the sudden sensation, I felt a fuzzy tingling spreading to every part of my body, my cock being lightly stroked by the mare's purple aura.
Too occupied with the growing pleasure in my churning sack, I didn't have time to notice myself moving closer to her. Schwing! In a flash, a spherical magical platform manifested a foot or two off the ground, and I was promptly let go. The platform felt strange on my hooves, it greatly resembled the shields alicorns were so fond of casting. Each step I took on it made it ripple like water.
At this height, I was able to fully mount her. I took deep, shaky breaths as I leapt up onto her backside, my hindlegs shuffling around on the unfamiliar surface below for stability. I took my leaking stallionhood in my hoof and began to rub it around her warm, wet folds, letting my precum mingle with her juices. Her clitoris winked multiple times as I did this, planting firm kisses on the tip of my cock with wet SCHLICK sounds.
I couldn't take it anymore. The lust welling up inside of me was too much, and I needed to release. I started to push into her, grunting, her walls gripping me like a wrathful vice. An overflowing warmth hit my cock like a southern heatwave, her marehood rippling and sucking me further in with its moist, slippery surface. Her clit continued to wink around my cock as I'd push deeper in, having to stop halfway through as to not immediately blow my load.
"Hoooo-kay... I- I know you're an alicorn and all, but you and I have to establish something real quick." I stammered out, hoping that she'd listen to my plea while a huff of air came through my nostrils. The other side of the wall, alongside my mind, remained silent. "I-I'm not gonna last long here. Please don't..." I gulped. "Please don't crush me, o-or kill me if I burst a little early. Okay?"
Silence. I began to think I was talking to a wall, literally, until I heard a strange whisper in the far corners of my mind.
"We require release. You are /ours/ until we're done. Got that, pony?" I heard her voice bellow in my head, causing me to flinch. Gulping, I silently sent a prayer to Celestia.
"Gotcha-aaah..." I'd find myself being unwillingly thrust deeper forward with a resounding SCHLICK, pushed by the mare's aura. Her wet, slippery walls and muscles clenched around me like a vice, milking me as I'd grow ever closer to bottoming out inside of her.
I clenched my teeth and eyes, trying my best not to blow my load into her warm, welcoming cervix the moment my cock tip planted a firm, airtight smooch around it. I could practically imagine the image of her insides rippling around me, struggling to contain the girth of my stallionhood. I wasn't the biggest in Equestria, mind you, but as an earth pony I was larger than most.
I could feel her clit winking against my testicles, which were now nestled in between her flanks. "O-okay, here... Hoo-hookay. Here goes, scary lady." I'd say with a grunt, slowly bringing my endownment a few inches out of her marehood before thrusting it back in. PLAP! My balls wetly slapped against her rear, marecum briefly stringing onto them before breaking and falling onto the growing puddle on the floor. PLAP! PLAP! In and out, I'd begin pistoning into her like a machine.
My mind quickly began to be clouded by the same lust as earlier, and I started to grunt and snort as if I were a feral animal. It no longer mattered that she was a killing machine that could crush me in the blink of an eye, or teleport me a hundred feet in the air, or stop my heart with a single spell. Nothing else mattered aside from making this alicorn mine. I'd tighten my grip around her, moving my hooves so that they were now wrapped around her midsection like a vice.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
My breathing was quick, strings of drool beginning to hang loose from my mouth as my mind went deeper into a comfortably numb state. I could feel the alicorn start to twitch and ripple around my cock with each powerful thrust I gave, a sign of something powerful about to erupt. I felt it in myself too, the edges of my vision going white upon having that ever-so familiar sensation creep up in my testicles.
I quickly began to think of how sopping wet I was making her, how amazing her velvety insides felt on my ridgid, veiny stallionhood. Her honey-infused scent, the taste of roses on her marehood, the way her tailhole felt and pulsated on my tongue earlier. My animalistic grunting became more and more prominent with each thrust further, and I'd begin to bury my face on the side of her visible torso. Schlick. Plap. Plap. Schlick. Each wink of her marehood, each droplet of marecum I felt on my balls sent me further into release - my cock flaring outwards to ensure a seal on her cervix.
The alicorn's backside was now spasming, her tailhole twitching and clit winking uncontrollably. Her left leg raised slightly off the ground, and with a shudder, I could feel a spurt of marecum splash onto my balls and the inside of my legs. Her magic enveloped me once more, slamming me inside of her and forcing my cock beyond her cervix with a final resounding PLAP. It was as if I'd passed through a second, tighter marehood; the milking feeling of her inner walls and the increasing tightness of her vaginal muscles combined becoming the perfect conditions for my own orgasm.
Now beyond her cervix, my cock throbbed with the intent to breed her - even if her kind was infertile. Even if I wanted to, I wasn't able to remove myself from her wet, welcoming folds. My wide-brimmed flare was nestled deep into her cervix, aching for release. I'd grunt, beginning to grind into her and allow whatever else was left of my cock to bury itself deeper inside. I couldn't hold back anymore. My balls tightened, rising into my groin while I released.
"C-cumming!-" I'd yell, loud enough so that she'd be able to hear me on the other side of the wall, and with a powerful whinny, the first spurt of my seed shot into her like water from a fire hydrant. The initial blast of my hot spunk lasted several seconds before I'd take my cock out an inch and slam it back in, unleashing a second burst of the same amount. And again. And again. At some point, I'd latched onto her fur with my teeth, gently nipping her back to fully claim her as mine.
Shots of virile stallion seed continued to hammer the end of her mutant womb, finding every available crevice and moist corner of her innards, nestling in deep. Her belly would begin to protrude outwards with her expanding foal-maker as my pent-up testicles continued to pump their batter into her, spilling messily onto the floor around my flare and pouring from the mare's thoroughly bred pussy.
I couldn't stop myself from involuntarily continuing to hump at her backside, each light thrust sending another jet of semen into her overflowing marehood. I couldn't help but weakly moan as she milked me for all I had, my length, still hard, grinding gently in and out of her well-used insides. I collapsed on her back, laying my head against her soft flank while murmuring incomprehensibles about how I thought I'd fallen in love.
My cockhead began to slip out from her womb, exiting her cervix with a fleshy-sounding SCHLRP. With a final weak thrust that kissed the door to her fertility, the last of my cum jolted out into the ever-growing river of warm white fluid.
POP! Scchhhhlorp!
The moment my lengthy log of flesh exited her soaking lips, it was as if a dam broke. I watched as my virile spunk flowed out from her, forming an impressive puddle of semen that dripped onto the magical platform I stood on and onto the ground below. It felt as if I'd just ran a marathon: out of breath, sweaty, and feeling the mighty urge to gulp down as much water as I possibly could within the next minute. Stepping off the magical platform and back onto solid ground, I examined my work.
The much-larger mare's twitching dock and slightly-raised, trembling hindleg told me that I did well. Wiping the slick sweat off my brow, I began to return back into the bar's main corridor. At least, until I felt a looming presence above me. Turning around, I saw that the alicorn was no longer within the confines of the hole in the wall, and instead right in front of me. My muzzle barely reached the bottom of her neck, and I found my muzzle planted directly against her soft, warm chest.
She tittered, smug, like she found me cute.
"Your performance was beyond exceptional, little stallion." She cooed, bringing her head down to muzzle against my cheek.
I was frozen, feeling a mixture of fear and oddly-placed erotic yearning.
"But we are not going to simply let you walk away without first treating us to a post-coitus snuggle. According to our research, it is a must in all pony reproductive rituals." The alicorn reached around the back of my neck, smushing me even closer into her chest with a terrifying strength.
Reproduction? Did she think /I/ could knock her up? "Now, ho-hold on, lady. I think you've-"
I was promptly shushed by a purple telekinetic aura that wrapped around my muzzle, ceasing any words that were attempting to escape it.
"Come along, now! We will bask in the night, and sleep underneath the stars!" She announced to the empty bar, lighting her horn, and sending the both of us off to Celestia-knows-where with a mighty flash of light.
And that's it. That's the story! The story of how I banged an alicorn.
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What about the snuggling? Well, it was nice, but none of you freaks care about any of that. You just want to get your rocks off hearing about me do her!... But maybe if you ask nicely sometime, I'll be inclined to tell you all about it. Now scram!
The End.
Author's Note
This is a really old piece I had lying around unfinished, so I decided to finally wrap it up. It was more of smut writing practice than anything, so if you enjoyed it, let me know.