“Welcome to Hoofdva!” Thunder Twist gestures in a broad arc with his brown forehoof. He stands so tall that you can see a little bit of his black-and-blue striped cock poking out of his sheathe.
‘That’s probably nothing to worry about,’ you think. ‘He’s just a horny guy. Certainly no reason for alarm.’
The pegasus wears a big smile, and the sun makes his bright-blue-and-orange mane shimmer. His patchy beard blows in the fragrant breeze as you take in your surroundings.
This is – by far – the fanciest bus stop you’ve ever seen. It feels like a large public square with open areas, buildings with grass and flowers growing on top of them, and big, clean busses, all nestled in the valley of gorgeous green hills overlooking the Neighdriatic sea. There’s even a small zoo with a white peacock, some rabbits, and lots of small, pleasant animals that seem so happy to be safe in the middle of the city.
While you look over at the animals, Thunder Twist continues to be a wonderful tour guide. “I’m very happy you could visit. It’s a lovely day for a trip around Monteneighgro. We’ll start with a bus tour and then have lunch by the sea. How does that sound?”
You freeze in place as you realize something. “I… forgot my wallet back at your place.” You gulp. “I’m so sorry! I don’t want to make you pay for my transportation.” You look at the bus schedule and prices and wonder how much you’ll have to beg to afford a guided tour of the town.
Thunder Twist shakes his head and smiles. “It’s really no problem.” He rubs his chin and thinks. “But if you really don’t want me to pay, I suppose we could take the… other bus.”
“Other bus?” you ask as your ears swivel to your host.
“Yes, I think we should give you the full experience while you’re here. Follow me.”
Thunder Twist nods his head around the side of the bus station, and you follow, past the beautiful gardens, past the lovely zoo, past the sunshine-infused scenery all around you…
…and to a shitty little shack with the words “Vivid’s Bus” painted on the side.
Your face drops. “Is this safe?”
“Probably,” Thunder Twist says. He points down the road. “And we’re right on time. Here it comes now!”
You squint down the road and see a dilapidated, rusty bucket of a bus rumbling towards you. You think it can technically be called a “bus,” since it’s at least the right shape, even if it looks like it’s about to fall apart. The windows are tinted, and is it… bouncing down the road? ‘It must have bad suspension,’ you think to yourself.
The bus brakes and comes to a stop with a groan. Not, like, the groan of a machine, or any sound that a bus should ever make, but like a groan from a stallion somewhere underneath it. You reach into your pockets again to make triple-sure you can’t afford the other ride, but alas, no money has appeared.
You grit your teeth, walk up to the side of the bus, and try to peer into the tinted window. You begin to ask, “Why are they so–”
SLAM! A bug-eyed bat pony face hits the window.
“AH!!!” you scream, jumping back.
“Auurrgh…” the bat pony moans. His brilliant green eyes are rolled back in his head, and his midnight-blue mane (with streaks of electric blue) are stuck to his face with sweat. He has two quivering hooves on the window, and his heavy panting fogs up the glass. Another hoof hits the window just above one shoulder, and then another on the other side, and the bat pony gargles, “Guh… uhn... Uhnf…”
‘Is this some kind of zombie bus!?’ you think as you back away towards Thunder Twist. Your rump bumps into his side as you keep an eye on the bat pony.
Thunder Twist gives you a side-eye. “You okay, friend?”
You’re about to respond, but your eyes go wide as the doors swing open (with another unusual moan) and you finally see inside. A gorgeous earth pony stallion sits in the bus driver seat. He is completely naked except for his bus driver’s hat, which covers a brown-and-gold, spiky mane. His tan chest and broad shoulder turn towards you, and he casually sets his foreleg on the rest of his seat. You see some glorious chest floof (and a little of his pink-and-brown cock) as he tips his hat to you and smirks. “Want to go for a ride, cutie? Next stop: the meat market.”
You stand there, stunned, as Thunder Twist happily steps aboard. He looks over his shoulder at you. “It’s a good ride. Trust me.”
You nod and step on the bus, and you’re surprised at how clean everything is inside, but then the overwhelming scent of stallion sweat hits you like a ton of bricks. Your eyes go wide as you inhale it, and you get excited. You’re not the only one. All throughout the bus, you see asses in the air, waiting to get stuffed, and plenty of cocks doing the stuffing. The seats are a rich, red velvet, and the bus is equipped with all kinds of straps, slings, and equipment to have a very fun time.
You raise an eyebrow. “Wait, why does it look so nice inside and so shitty outside?”
“Keeps the normies away,” says the bus driver. “Don’t you hate it when the straights start finding your nice, queer, mobile sex dungeon?”
You can’t help but agree with that logic.
The bus driver nods at you. “Now about your fare…” You start to protest that you don’t have money, but he pulls a lever, and a blindfolded unicorn pops up from a hidden compartment. He is on his back on a small, swiveling table. The gray unicorn has a blue-and-green two-toned mane, and his black-and-gray mottled dick bounces in the air. “You can pay Sparky here. He’s employee of the month. Take a load or leave a load, your pick.”
The bus driver presses a button, and a small mechanical butt plug pops out of Sparky’s ass. Sparky moans in a way that reminds you of the bus coming to a halt. Employee of the month indeed.
You stare, aghast, as Thunder Twist steps up and mounts Sparky. He takes a deep breath and sinks his dick into Sparky’s ass with a quick grunt. “Mm…” he says, and in reply, Sparky’s tongue lolls out of his mouth. Thunder Twist pushes his dick in and out and looks over his shoulder at you, breathless. “This won’t take long. Vivid keeps him nice and pent up. Go ahead and have a warm-up ride.”
You’re already drooling, and you realize that you’re rock-hard. Without much more persuasion, you rear up and climb onto Sparky’s cock. Sparky grabs some lube with his magic and prepares you, and you feel the slick, cold liquid on your hole. You blush when you realize the bus driver is smirking directly at you, but you can’t help yourself. You sink onto that dick with a huff and feel it fill your ass as you go deeper, deeper, all the way to the hilt in one push. You gasp as the balls hit your ass.
The bus driver grins. “Seems like you’ve got some experience.” He reaches down and pets Sparky’s face. “Keep it quick, Sparky. We’ve got a schedule to keep.”
Sparky nods and thrusts up into you. You feel the electricity up your spine as you push back down, and all the while, Thunder Twist is thrusting away behind you into the unicorn. As much as you want to savor it, you want to explore the rest of this bizarre ride, and you clench your ass down. Sparky sucks in a breath and thrusts up into you, and you feel his hot seed flood your insides, just as Thunder Twist pulls hard and repays Sparky in kind. The orgasm is quick to rise but heavenly. It makes you dizzy, feeling two stallions below and behind you, and your own cock twitches as you blast a few ropes of cum all over Sparky’s face, which he’s happy to lap up. The three of you shudder, and you finally come back to the situation you’re in.
The bus driver says, “All right, move it along. Open seats where you can find them.”
You climb off of Sparky with a lewd schlorp and stagger to your hooves. You’re opened up nicely now, and Thunder Twist pulls out of the unicorn as well.
As you start to walk to the back, you stop. “Hey wait: if you don’t charge a fare, how can you afford all this?”
Relaxed, the bus driver says, “Tax scam. Now, I need to honk the Blue Crest horn so we can get going.”
He pulls another lever, and a compartment opens above him. A pegasus drops down in a sling. This pegasus is light gray with a dark blue mane and beard, with sexy scars all over his body and one mechanical wing. His half-hard, black cock dangles below him, and he has some kind of apparatus on his mouth. Some kind of metal hose connected to the horns outside?
The bus driver firmly grabs Blue Crest’s dick and yanks it twice, and as he does, he buries his face in Blue Crest’s ass cheeks for a rough lick. “Aagh, Aaugh!!!!” Blue Crest yells, and his voice is carried outside the bus, creating the lewdest horn honk you’ve ever heard.
As the bus driver keeps eating out his pegasus bottom/car horn, you start walking to the back of the bus. Thunder Twist has already slid into a seat with the bat pony that you saw splatted against the window earlier. He looks at you and says, “Grab a seat with somepony. We’re all friends here. Aren’t we, Cobalt?” Thunder Twist already has his hooves all over Cobalt, who is already sucking on Thunder Twist’s neck and straddling his lap. Even after the show with Sparky, he’s already hard again, and the bat pony is eager and willing to take advantage.
The bus lurches forward. You look back towards the front and see the driver press down a pedal, and you hear another moan from Sparky. The bus driver continues eating out Blue Crest, but now it seems like it’s just for their own pleasure.
You blush and look away as you walk towards the back of the bus. The faux leather seats with the deep crimson velvet covers look remarkably well kept up, and you hear the rhythmic thumping of low club music, almost too quiet to hear.
In time with that low, heavy beat, you glance at a chocolate-brown earth pony riding the dick of a muscular deer. The pony wears a laurel crown. His eyes are closed, and a broad smile has broken along his face as his raises himself up, then sets himself down on the deer’s cock. ‘Y-y-yeah, Laurits… Yeah…” he huffs in perfect sync with the music.
The deer rumbles with approval as a hungry grin appears. “That’s a good little Laurel.” With a steady hoof, he traces a path up the pony’s chest and under his chin, then cradles the pony’s face in a hoof. “You’re a horny little king, aren’t you? Just need that deer seed deeeeep in your ass today, don’t you?”
“Yes…” The pony grabs onto the deer’s shoulders and sinks onto his cock again. “I want that daddy deer cum.”
“Good colt,” the deer says, then kisses him deeply.
They continue at it, and since it looks like they’ll be here a while, you look around for a seat. Among all the tangled stallion bodies, there is an opening next to a purple-eyed unicorn with a deep blue coat and a mane like blue fire. He winks at you. “First time here?”
“Y-yeah,” you say, sweating. Is that the heat? Or the smell of sex all around you? You look out the tinted window and see the beauty of Monteneighgro roll by.
“Mine, too! The ponies here sure are friendly. Wanna sit by me?” You look back to see him patting the seat next to him and wonder what he means by “friendly.” You sit down next to him, and the two of you take in the sights. Not so much the hillsides and water, but the loud, pulsing orgy around you.
“I’m Quantum, by the way! And what’s your–”
“Seatbelts, riders!” the bus driver calls back. He pulls on Blue Crest’s cock again, then adjusts a few straps, and the thick daddy pegasus turns and slides down onto the bus driver’s fat, erect dick. Blue Crest bites his lip and sucks in a breath, but as he releases and relaxes, he slides right on. The driver steers with one hoof and jerks his ‘seatbelt’ off with the other, all while nibbling on Blue Crest’s neck.
You look back at Quantum, who says, “Oooooh, that’s why they call it the Fuckbus.”
You blink twice at him. Has he not noticed everything else that’s going around him?
“Well, when in Rome!”
“We’re in Monteneighgro,” you mumble.
“Same thing! Can I be the seatbelt?” He’s already twisted over and straddled you. His deep blue ass cheeks tease your erect cock while his tail swishes at your balls.
This has already been such a crazy ride, you decide you might as well go with it. “Hang on tight, cutie.” You grab Quantum by the waist, help him aim, and sink your cock into his tight hole.
“Oh, fuck,” he screams as he throws his head back. “Yes. Gimme more!”
You don’t hold back. You slam him down on your cock, causing both of you to gasp as you take him to the hilt. You shudder and worry you might have gone too fast, but his eyes flutter, and he immediately lifts himself and slams back down onto you. His warm ass envelops your cock, and as you pump in and out of him, the hot, steamy air caresses your balls, and your chest swells with the feeling of dominance and lust.
From next to your ear, you hear, “The seat reclines, you know.”
“Gah!” you scream as you see Sparky has appeared next to you. He pulls a lever, and the bus seat falls back, like a futon. You lie on your back as Quantum bounces on top of you, and despite the surprise, you are too lost in your lusty haze to stop.
Sparky whistles and announces to the bus, “We’ve got some first-time riders here. Let’s show them some great hospitality!”
Before you even know it, a cock slaps onto the bed by your face. Isn’t that Sparky’s? You’re too horny to think, and you close your eyes and suck. The salty taste and warm thickness of this penis is too much to resist… until another one pokes the other side of your cheek. You’re pretty sure this is Thunder Twist’s, and you alternate sucking the two of them.
The hot, sexy males descend on you, and you are lost in an indulgent swarm of a gangbang. Laurits’ dick slides next to yours and into Quantum’s eager hole, eliciting a scream of pleasure from him. You eat out Cobalt as soon as his sexy ass appears in front of your face. You gasp for breath as Laurel slides his dick into your ass, and Blue Crest into his, creating a pulsing fuck train all across the soon-to-be-stained seats.
All above and around you are hot, sexy stallion bodies, grinding and thrusting into each other. Their low moans and loud cries of ecstasy overwhelm the sexy, pulsing music. Lube mixes with sweat as your bodies slide against each other, every male here pleasuring three more and getting pleasured in return, with kisses all along their necks, firm grasps, groping, dicks as far as the eye can see, and every manner of touch.
And it’s all punctuated with your thrusts into Quantum’s ass, led by Laurel’s, led by Blue Crest’s, and, as you can see out of the corner of your eye, Vivid’s, all the way at the back of the fuck train. With each thrust of his powerful hips, his cap slides a little further off, and the collective fucking of the Fuckbus nearly knocks Thunder Twist, Laurits, and Sparky from their hooves, even as they all grope and sway together. You are hypnotized by Vivid’s thick cock pounding in and out of Blue Crest’s ass.
You can feel it building. Cocks are growing harder. The smell of precum is like a mist in the air. Stallions grasp tighter to each other. Muscles tense. Breathing becomes ragged. You feel like you might pass out. Warmth spreads through your whole body, energy flowing in a way that is all too familiar. It grips you, and as you all rock together, you can’t even tell who says it first:
“Oh, f-f-fuck!!!!”
The entire gangbang tenses and orgasms together, shooting ropes of sticky cum all over themselves and each other. A pumping in your ass, a tensing around your cock, slick fluids all over your body. A sea of pheromones and tingles and electricity. It burns you from the inside out and takes hold of your entire spine like you’re in a thunderstorm. Moans and screams of pleasure all around you.
And just as you think you might never breath again, you gasp as your orgasm crests, and you groan, “Uuuuhhhnnn…” The last jets of cum spray from your dick into Quantum’s ass, and you feel the energy drain from all the sweaty, musky stallions around you as the gangbang quickly collapses into a tired, panting cuddle pile. Your vision is blurry, still full of spent cocks and fucked asses, and you embrace your delirious haze as you count the stallions, from Sparky at one end of this clusterfuck to Vivid at the other. Your eyes flutter closed as you marinate in the feelings.
…until you realize something else.
You spit out Thunder Twist’s cock and shout, “Wait a second, who the hell is driving this thing!?”
All the males perk up suddenly, then slowly twist their heads to the end of the line. They see Vivid, his ears down, casting glances at an empty bus driver’s seat behind him. He gulps. “Uh…”
CRASH!!!
The Fuckbus sputters and smokes against the side of a cliff.
Inside, a group of stallions cough and gather themselves, until the driver asks, “Everypony okay?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m good.”
“I actually feel better.”
Vivid looks around, and, seeing that nobody is hurt, says, “Well, nothing to do but wait for the repair pony.” He narrows his eyes. “And I know how we can pass the time.”
And the citizens of Monteneighgro politely look the other way, paying no attention as they drive around the broken-down party bus full of horny, sweaty stallions fucking each others’ brains out. After all, it happens at least once a week, and they’ve gotten used to it by this point.
Epilogue
At the next bus stop, a red, bespectacled unicorn named Dusk taps an impatient hoof and crosses his forelegs. “Dammit, why’s that bus always so late?”
The End
I wrote this in under two hours, so enter at your own risk.