One ugly motherfucker of an orc was mounted on top of a warg as he moved among the ranks of his orcs. He was the ugliest and meanest of them all. He was the equivalent of the elephant man among his fellow orc scum. It looked as if he had super cancer and leprosy at the same time. His entire body was covered in grotesque lumps. He was dressed in foul black steel armour, which was of a much higher quality compared to the rest of the surrounding orcs. However, his right shoulder was exposed, revealing his lumpy, porridge white skin.
Once he reached the centre of his army, Gothmog, Lieutenant of Morgul, also known as Pigface, dismounted from his warg. One of Pigface’s retarded underlings attempted to help him get off his warg. Pigface growled at him angrily, shoving him away. Pigface made a mental note to have this idiot put on the menu tonight for meat, alongside the gondorian humans they would be eating when this battle is over.
Pigface had a nice breakfast of manflesh this morning. The manflesh came from the pitiful defenders of Osgiliath. They were overwhelmed quickly by the vast, glorious army of Mordor. He can't wait to have a taste of human children tonight. They were the tastiest of humans to eat.
Pigface walked with a limp as he slowly moved among the ranks of his orcs, surveying them. The majority of his forces were made of morgul rats and other lesser orcs. He himself was technically a morgul rat, but he earned his rank by killing his way to the top, even past the much stronger black uruks. However, the only soldiers he considered useful were the trolls, and easterling humans loyal to Mordor. Those troops were too valuable to just send into the fray early. They will be kept in reserve.
The orcs were mostly there for cannon fodder. They did their job, dying pointlessly and soaking up arrow fire. It was utterly hopeless for the defenders. The white city of Minas Tirith will burn. No one will be spared. Gondor will fall.
As the grand host of Mordor approached to lay siege to the city, the Shadow of Mordor crept over the city, drowning out the sun. Orcs did not like to fight in the sunshine after all. The foul, dark clouds of Mordor blanketed the sky in a thick shroud, drowning out hope for the defenders.
But then, suddenly. The Shadow of Mordor was pushed back by something. Pigface could see a swarm of strange winged horses in the sky, of all colours of the rainbow, seemingly ‘pushing’ the clouds away with their hooves.
The sun was allowed to shine once more, which disorientated his fellow orcs. They groaned, covering their eyes to shield themselves from its light. Orcs were already terrible fighters. They fought even worse in the sun. The situation seemed to be deteriorating quickly as literal rainbows soon came to blast down from the sky across the entire battlefield. These rainbows disoriented his men even further from their blinding rainbow light. Some of his orcs were so badly affected by this light show, they collapsed to the ground and seemed to have an epileptic fit; they foamed around the mouth, and their bodies jerked about wildly like a bonefish out of water.
The sound of strange music could be heard. Pigface looked to the north to see a vast legion of colourful equines. The horses appeared to not have any riders. It seemed to be an army of horses. Small horses, but horses nonetheless. This was not Rohan. The source of the music came from Pinkie Pie standing on the far right side of the pony army’s flank. She carried a harmonica, a banjo, and a pair of maracas.
“Hhhhuuuhhh?” he simply said, staring in utter bewilderment at what he was looking at.
The tall and mighty Princess Celestia stood with her back turned to her mighty host of ponies. Her massive, perfectly round, bubble butt was majestic on the battlefield. The sight of her lovely massive rump inspired her troops to fight all the harder for her, in her mission to save the handsome men of Gondor from the armies of Mordor. Many stallions became excited as they looked upon the glory of her backside, their massive cocks rising to attention from the sight of it.
The ponies were so confident of victory on this day they didn't even wear armour or carry weapons. Wearing armour would obscure their wonderful, plump backsides from view.
“Ponies of Equestria, my little ponies,” spoke Princess Celestia’s booming voice to her troops. “I see in your butts the same butt that would take the flab out of my big fat glorious butt.”
As she spoke, the large white mare began to shake her magnificent rump from side to side, creating a thunderous meaty slapping sound of flesh slapping against flesh as her big fat bubbly cheeks clapped together. The sight of her glorious jiggling rump inspired her troops, making them stomp their hooves in approval, itching for battle.
She continued her speech. “A day may come when the courage of ponies fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of friendship, but it is not this day. An hour of butts and shattered pelvises when the age of ponies comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, ponies of Equestria!”
The ponies cheered loudly from her inspiring speech, many of them making joyous sounds like dog chew toys in approval.
The orcs became demoralised, not to mention many of them were stumbling about as they were blinded from the rainbows and the sun above. However, Pigface was a true chad of an orc. He was able to resist the blinding sun and rainbows of the ponies. He barked orders to his men as he walked among them. “Form ranks, you maggots! Form ranks! Pikes in front, archers behind.”
“Ohaaahooo!” said some random orc as he got in formation.
Without further ado, the ponies subsequently charged at the orcs, giggling happily. They had manners. They wanted the orc army to be at least ready before they charged at them.
“Fire!” Pigface roared. The orc archers unleashed a volley of arrows at the charging ponies. However, their arrows merely bounced off them. Pigface's mouth formed an ‘O’ shaped at what he just saw.
Pigface dived upon the ground just in time before the ponies came charging into their ranks. The ponies broke through the wall of spears with ease, not losing a single pony in the process. Their spears shattered on impact against their bodies. The ponies charged through the horde of orcs like a knife through soft butter. Orcs' bodies were sent flying into the air and into pieces as ponies smashed them like a raging tidal wave of blood and guts.
Orcs screamed in terror, attempting to flee as they were massacred by the oncoming horde of pastel ponies slaughtering them with ease. Easterling humans dropped to their knees, pleading for mercy as the ponies got closer and closer to them. Ponies answered their plea and came forth to gently hug the terrified humans with their two front forelegs. Ponies knew many of these men were forced to fight for Sauron against their will.
Elsewhere, safe from the surrendered humans, further pandemonium was caused by the pegasi in the sky creating huge swirling tornadoes. Subsequently, orcs were sent hurtling into the air; they screamed in terror as they spun around in a circle from within the tornadoes.
Within the space of a few minutes, the pastel ponies systematically slaughtered tens of thousands of orcs. They dropped like falling leaves from trees during autumn before the mighty pony host. The men of Gondor could only look on in other bewilderment as they saw the great host of Mordor being destroyed before their very eyes. The ponies were like a tidal wave of death riding over the orcs.
The ponies became quite upset that they were covered head to toe in blood and guts. Many of them had tears rolling down their cheeks. Their rivers of tears helped clean up their blood-soaked faces a little. Ponies hated killing, even if they were killing monsters of Morgoth’s creation. Nonetheless, they continued to charge through the ranks of Mordor; slaughtering the orcs in an explosive orgy of blood.
However, the slaughtering of orcs was too much for some of the ponies and they ran to the surrendered easterlings. The blood-soaked ponies looked at these humans with pleading doggy eyes, while crying, and begging for affection. The ponies were indeed unstoppable killing machines, but the emotional trauma of killing was making them upset.
The humans answered the ponies’ plea. They got wet cloths to wipe away the blood and guts off them, along with affectionately petting them. In addition, they scratched the back of their ears and hugged them. The ponies whinnied happily and moaned in bliss from the tender affection they were receiving. Soon, a strong musky scent filled the air, as many of the ponies were stimulated into having an orgasm even as they were soaked in the blood of orcs. Naturally, this creeped out the humans, but the humans themselves were too afraid to be hostile to the ponies. They played along by helping the distraught ponies by giving them tender affection.
The ponies became so excited by being given such loving affection from the humans that they began to nuzzle and kiss them. This soon dissolved into further insanity by the ponies taking the armour off the humans, before they quite literally began to suck their dicks. Some other ponies shoved their needy soaking wet marehoods into their faces; smothering their faces with the fat cheeks of their plump pony butts. These humans out of fear for their own survival performed cunnilingus on the ponies. Some other ponies rubbed their plump asses against the humans exposed manhoods.
The humans could not resist the sight of the plump posteriors of the ponies. Immediately, the humans embraced the big fat pony butts. Frantically, the humans began to thrust their hips against the ponies. Loud meaty slapping sounds of flesh slapping against flesh could be heard echoing across the battlefield. The humans were in a state of absolute ecstasy as their cocks became abnormally large as they pounded big fat pony butts before them.
Soon humans began to climax, unleashing droves of cum into their lovely marehoods. Subsequently, the ponies began to grow larger, their rumps inflating outward like balloons as their big fat asses were amplified from the power source of cum pouring into their pony pussies.
These ponies now loomed into the air like giant Mumakil. The humans remained unharmed underneath the massive pony butts covering them. The pony butts were like that of enormous blimps like zeppelins. These ponies soon stood up leaving their human companions behind. The humans whined sadly, since they could no longer feel the wonderful bubbly softness of their butts sitting on them.
At the top of Barad-dûr the flaming eye of Sauron could only look in disbelief at what happened to his grand army. What’s worse, he now saw a giant army of ponies (some of them literal giants) marching their way towards the Black Gate. They seemed have appeared out of nowhere.
One of the ponies was particularly gigantic. It was Princess Celestia. She stood over ten thousand feet tall at the very least, and still growing, inching up into the air with each passing second. To put things in perspective, each one of her legs was about as tall as the tower of Barad-dûr. Her rump was so massive, it could quite possibly cover a quarter of Mordor under its shadow. With each and every step she took the thunderous clap of her buttcheeks could be heard echoing for miles around.
Craters were created on the earth with each and every step she took. However, within mere seconds, these craters were vanished from sight, and returned to normal. The continuous flow of fat pumping into Celestia’s air ballooning rump caused it to jiggle about wildly from the rich influx of new layers of bubbly softness.
The massive, snowy white horse approached Barad-dûr with a smile on her face. The giant mare became so tall by the time she reached the tower, she had to duck down to bump her massive right asscheek against it. The tower shattered like glass upon impact.
Celestia hummed happily, her horn glowing with golden light. She helped poor Frodo by magically pulling the One Ring off him, before throwing it into Mount Doom. Before the Ring even landed into the lava Princess Celestia teleported both Frodo and Sam on her back for safety. They were now safely tucked into the wonderfully soft, feathery wings on her back.
Mount Doom soon exploded as the One Ring became destroyed. Celestia sighed happily as the lava began to splash against her mighty hooves below. Her marehood became soaking wet, and began to drip profusely down upon the lava below. Clouds of steam were subsequently created from her creamy white marecum mixing with the hot lava below.
Back in Minas Tirith, Gandalf the White could only facepalm over the events that had just transpired. He jumped on the back of a huge eagle and he made his way to the Grey Havens. He had enough of this insanity.
