For some reason, National Geographic didn't green-light this series
Here in Manehattan, ponies of all walks of life cross paths. This smallish mare feels the need for a liaison with a stallion.
Coco Pommel left her workplace and locked the door, before heading down the street to a singles bar.
She knows that here, she can find a stallion to sate her needs. She finds one quickly.
Coco and the light-colored pegasus walked the short distance to his apartment. He poured tumblers of bourbon and they sipped the booze, sitting on the couch, kissing, necking, and running their hooves up and down each other's flanks.
They now adjourn to the bedroom. Cunnilingus begins their lovemaking session—
Coco screamed in pleasure, flat on her back, her thighs squeezing his head and holding his face tight against her snatch.
—but once foreplay is complete, she has a proposal. His ears perk up and his erection redoubles upon hearing it.
Coco rolled to her belly and raised her rump high, her tail flicking to the side to give him access.
The stallion accepts her offer, and asks if he should wear a condom. The mare angrily refuses.
He mounted her and pressed the flared tip of his erection against Coco's puckered and pulsating asshole.
Although both know putting his phallus up her anus won't create a foal, the emotional bonding is of paramount importance to this newly-mated pair.
"Dude," he said, looking at the camera. "SHUT. UP."
In Ponyville, the crystal of the Friendship Academy glistens in the summer sunlight. A student attending summer session meets with his guidance counselor.
Trixie showed Sandbar into her office. "Sandbar's grades weren't up to Trixie's standards last term," Trixie said.
Sandbar hung his head. "I studied as hard as I could!"
The counselor has an unorthodox suggestion for a "friendship lesson." The teenager is shocked, but quickly assents.
Trixie pulled back a tapestry from the wall, revealing several chains and hoofcuffs attached to anchors set into the crystal. Sandbar quickly found himself chained spread-eagle to the wall, a ball gag in his mouth. Trixie ran a black leather riding crop up and down his throbbing erection before smacking his ballsack.
The teenage stallion is terrified, but wishes to pass his classes for the term.
"This is what we call... extra credit..." she purred before levitating a DUNCE cap onto his head.
These two ponies must mate quickly, for the stallion's life partner will return soon.
Big Mac slammed his hips forward, railing Fluttershy with his tremendous cock. Flat on her back on Mac's bed, she held a pillow over her face, screaming into it as orgasms gripped her.
Although the life-bond with his partner is strong, this mare is in her receptive period and he lacks the self control to resist her wiles.
"Eeeyup!" Mac rumbled, slamming his hips forward one last time, filling Fluttershy with his seed.
The door opens and the stallion's mate enters. She is shocked to find her husband balls-deep in another mare.
Fluttershy pulled the pillow off her face. "Hi, Sugar Belle. I, uh, came to your bakery for a cream pie?"
Back at the Friendship Academy, two cheerleaders proposition a young griffon.
Lighthoof and Shimmy Shake lifted up the edges of their skirts, revealing that they weren't wearing panties. Gallus squawked happily as his cock went firmly erect.
"He's so, like, big!" said Lighthoof, staring at his gaint cock and enormous balls.
"Eat my pussy," Shimmy Shake said, "it's, like, your turn to be first this time."
One of the cheerleaders lays flat on her back and lifts her skirt. The other performs cunnilingus while presenting her genitals, in turn, to the griffon.
Gallus leaned down and licked Lighthoof's pussy while Lighthoof ate out Shimmy Shake.
The griffon mounts the mare. Little does the mare know what's about to happen.
Lighthoof broke contact with Shimmy Shake's pussy and looked at the camera, pussy juices dripping from her chin. "Wait, what?"
The griffon has a catlike penis that is covered in fine barbs. The first act of mating with a griffon is generally a surprising and painful experience for a young mare.
"Hey, wait, st—OUCH!"
Back in Manehattan, a sporty pegasus wishes to make love on the wing to her earth pony paramour.
"Is this safe?" asked Quibble Pants, looking at the nylon wingsuit. "I feel like a flying squirrel."
"Of course it's safe," Dash said. She then unzipped the bottom of the wingsuit, exposing his massive penis, which terror made flaccid.
They are in an indoor aerial amusement park. The powerful fan spins up, providing a one hundred mile-per-hour updraft. The mare spreads her wings and zooms to the top of the ten-story tower.
"This had better be the best sex of my life," Quibble muttered before stepping into the blast of the fan and spreading his legs. The wingsuit caught the air and he was quickly blown into the ceiling.
The stallion is stunned unconscious by the impact, but the mare is an adept acrobat and forcibly mates with him, upside down, while the fan's airstream holds him dazed against the ceiling.
These twin sisters have found a stallion to share.
Flitter, Cloudchaser, and Thunderlane sat in an ornate marble-faced hot tub. Thunderlane poured three shot glasses and returned the bottle to a bucket of ice.
The hot tub keeps them warm against the cool winter night, as do the Jäger shots.
All three of them slammed back their shots, then set the glasses on the edge of the hot tub.
Alcohol quickly dulls their inhibitions.
Cloudchaser leaned over and kissed her sister, deeply, and with plenty of tongue. Flitter allowed her torso to float to the top of the churning water, her forelegs spread along the edge of the hot tub.
Both the stallion and the other mare perform cunnilingus on the first mare. If the act of receiving oral sex from her twin sister bothers her, no indication is given. Indeed, her face indicates great pleasure.
Flitter moaned as Cloudchasher and Thunderlane ate her pussy.
She leaned back a little further, arching her back, enjoying the churning of the hot water against her back and wings.
However, the large pink bow in the mare's mane is ingested by the hot tub's impeller, pulling her head underwater and burning out the circulating motor.
Flitter thrashed and fought to get free, her face trapped under the surface.
The stallion stares dumbly, his massive erection taking the blood away from his higher mental processes.
"Hey!" Thunderlane said. "No I'm—doesn't!"
Cloudchaser broke contact with Flitter's pussy and wrapped her forelegs around her waist, pulling ineffectually.
Her sister trapped fast, Cloudchaser realizes the only chance to rescue her is to perform mouth-to-mouth respiration, keeping her supplied with air, while the stallion bails water from the hot tub.
"What?" said Thunderlane.
The bucket. Dump the ice out of the bucket and use it to empty the hot tub. Quickly!
This stallion has been propositioned by a young dragoness.
Smolder scratched under Feather Bangs' chin with a wickedly sharp claw, then nibbled his ear with her fangs.
He assents to her proposition.
Smolder strutted down the hallway towards her dorm room, her tail swinging back and forth seductively, revealing herself to him.
His eyes dart under her tail. She has a single genital slit, hiding her cloaca, rather than the vagina, urethra, and anus he is accustomed to from his past liaisons with mares.
Feather Bangs shrugged.
The reptilian genitalia disconcerts him, but the urge to mate is strong. He follows quickly.
They reached Smolder's room. She opened the door and made an after-you gesture. Feather Bangs entered, and she slammed and locked the door, confining him, alone, into her room.
The stallion finds himself with a number of unfertilized eggs awaiting his attention.
"What the heck?" Feather Bangs shouted.
The dragoness has been thoughtful enough to leave a Playcolt magazine to aid his concentration.
Here, behind the schoolhouse, we find two young ponies preparing to experiment for the first time.
"I'm really nervous," said Rumble.
Sweetie Belle just nodded.
They know that at their tender age, they are not—
"FBI! FBI! Open up!" The agents swung a battering ram, knocking open the door to the recording booth, arrested the narrator, and stopped the recording.
THE END
