Kick Hoofer Vs Equestria

Kick Hoofer Vs Equestria

Part 1

By: TrollestiaSubject

OC x his pet

Warning: Contains zoophilia, defloration, and consensual rape.

Hi. My name is Kick Hoofer, I would like to say that my friends call me Kick, but I don’t have any friends. I’m an earth pony, and I dunno if I should say I’m a black pony cuz that could sound a little breedcist, so I‘m not gonna say it. For what I remember I have always lived alone in the countryside of Equestria, with my only friend and companion, Ana Lila Midas. As you can say for the name, it’s a female dog; a bitch. I don’t know why dogs always have names like Allison, or Martha, and they don’t have normal pony names like Star, or Rain. Anyway the reason for such a long name is because it’s not an ordinary bitch at all; turns out she’s a magical talking dog, besides, I like the ring her name haves in Sponysh. In fact, if some parts of the story sound weird, it’s because that’s our first language. I don’t know how common are magical talking dogs out there in mainland Equestria, but it never seemed weird to me.

Now, loner life isn’t so bad, especially if you have somedog to talk to. Ana has always been open and playful to me. The problem came when I was growing up. I was yet in my foal ages the day I was feeling warm and cozy between my legs, when I saw there I was like: “Oh, a fifth leg!”. And I don’t wanna tell how was touching it, but damn hooves.

The point was that one day I was playing in the meadows with Lila, the game was running chase, and when I was running after her, I felt my fifth leg, as I call it, growing up after watch her run with her tail lifted, swinging in the air.

Back then, I hadn’t said anything about my body to her, But she always seemed to be a little more mature than me, the only memories I have of her as a puppy are when I was really, really smart, within memories of my parents telling me my name, teaching us to talk, and stuff like that, but back when they tough me to read, addition and subtraction, and stuff like that, I remember her as a grown up, or at least not too different form now. Then one day we were all alone and we just had each other as company.

But that fateful day, of running chase. I remember it well, cuz that day I got my cutie mark, so in fact it was a pretty good day too, I was running behind Midie not trying to catch her at all that day. Of course I never have admitted it to her, but I had watched her before, imagined that part of hers, and that day I couldn’t take any more. I told her something like “Hey, watch out, over there!” and the moment she was distracted I jumped over her with a hips stomp and sore fifth leg looking for some comfort between her puffy lower lips, they looked so tender and inviting that I could miss the chance of rub there for a change. And at the beginning she was rubbing a little with me, it was for me, a whole moment that I’d never forget, but frankly, they were just maybe a couple of second, before she asked me “Where?”. Still I started that and I wasn’t dropping that chance just cuz a damn dragon wasn’t dancing tap near there.

So I kept rubbing at her, and she was getting every time less corresponding, to the point she must've had suspicious when she stood fully quiet for a moment, then she started to told me to let her go but I knew that she knew how good was that for me, she hadn’t asked me to stop, after all she was my friend, ar at least the only person to talk around.

Anyway, she started to fight back to set herself free, struggling forth strongly, which was uncomfortable to me cuz when she set her apart; my thing was bitten with cold air, so I kept hipping myself close, trying to get a hold between a tender and warm place. And she must've had to start to get exhausted cuz her thighs were sweating so I just was focusing in finish it was before get her angry to me. But in some of her pulls and pushes, my mini hoof, I dunno how, slipped between her split. And I was like “Ponyhell. Celestia, no. If it hurts her as much it hurts to me, she never going to speak to me again”. I was scared like hay, and before get us really hurt I tried to push it back, but it was somehow stuck in there, and it hurt a lot. So I just grew up scared and tried to pull it out slowly, cuz, you know, if a fast pull didn’t work, maybe a slow one could do the trick, and I wasn’t so smart or afraid, to give up on pulling yet.

So I tried to pull out as slowly as I could but, and it seemed to work, but after a couple of inches out, I realized it was actually growing inside, not getting outside, then Ana started to whine a little, I could just imagine how hurtful it could be for her, so I started so exasperate, my heart started to beat a bit faster, and I had the brilliant idea of push inside. Dunno why, pulling out wasn’t working in any way, and I hadn’t the mind clear enough to suspect in the results of that, I was just guessing like in these hooves tramps where the secrets is to pull in to get you free.

In that moment Lila started to cry out loud, and moved her paws fast like trying to run away free but not really catching any ground, she was panting and her tongue was hanging out, her eyes closed in and angry expression, I felt something stretching and breaking inside her, then wetness flooding her insides, I knew I had hurt her bad but every time I tried to go outside something was sucking me in, each time more deeper, or maybe I was getting bigger.

I was too scared to think is something but then she looked over her shoulder and told me it felt nice. I was like “What the buck!! But I’m watching some blood over here from your insides!” But she was smiling and told me she was fine, that I could thrust a bit if I wanted, and I was like “You’re crazy bitch! I’m telling you, it’s tearing apart” But she wasn’t listening at all and started to move in her own, so I thought “damn you, I’m gonna show you it’s bad for you” So I started to push inn as hard as I could, and she just whined and drooled, but she was smiling silly so I knew it felt actually good.

I just knew it in that moment, it was a pleasant sensation. I realized after saw her face, and she seemed to felt great. So I plowed inside as deep as I could, each time faster with her accumulating moisture, scraping out some kind of hotness being gathered in form of pressure, very near the point I was trying make her reach inside of me, soon it was too much to hold. It was surprisingly released with an explosive force, sending a pressured hot acid inside the bitch, and soothing waves to my brain and heart

Her flooded parts felt clumsy and soft when my sore member was taking his relaxed position, the urgency satiated made her whines now into deep breaths, while something like milk, and blood, dripped out of her.

That had been the best one and half minute of my whole life. Just in that moment my flank shined and I could see clearly my cutie mark in that moment; it was a little chicken, above a small kitty riding a milk bottle. But since it’s fully black like my coat, just the silhouette is barely visible, against light, and looks more like a Rorschach’s test mark.

After that special moment, and with my cravings reduced a sleepy feelings, I started to lick Lila’s mane.

Then I realized she doesn’t have actually a mane and opened my eyes.

She was receiving the licks in her head with a comfy position, but holding a shocked expression directed right to me.

“Ooohh… you are sooo into animals!” She told me half smiling.

“No, I’m not” I argued back.

“Yes, you are tooo into zoo!”

“No, really, I’m telling you I’m not”

“Oh, you’re sooo going into ponyhell”

Until this day, I keep arguing with her that I not into animals, of course there is no other pony around to prove my point, but since Midie learned how to milk me out with her muzzle, she has argued a lot less about that.