Author's Note

Content warning for this chapter. It's kind of graphic. Please be advised of this.

Push

“Get off of me,” I say weakly, unable to fight back much. I use a hoof to try and push her away, but she easily swats it aside, letting it rest limply on the bed. I’ve had a few too many drinks to be able to do much more than ask her to move from on top of me.

“I have a marefriend,” I insist. “I can’t do this.” I’m pleading, but my voice is too slurred to let much emotion get through.

“Come on,” she replies simply, smoothly, tilting her head as she wears a smirk on her face. One of her hooves reaches down to rub my crotch. I can feel the terror coursing through me, but my biology seems to disagree with how I feel.

“It’ll be fun,” she continues. “Your marefriend doesn’t have to know.”

She is somepony I don’t know the name to, somepony I’ve never seen before. I’m absolutely uninterested in her, and want no part in what she’s offering, even if my body disagrees. I’m sure I’ll be unable to convince her of that however, considering my current state, and once again try to push her off of me.

“Stop doing that,” she demands, this time smacking my hoof harder, probably hard enough to leave a bruise. “If you do that again, I’m gonna punch you, seriously. Just let me have this, okay?”

“I don't want this though,” I tell her. “I don't like you.” I try to push her off again, and she punches my hoof again, just like she said she would, near my shoulder. It's definitely hard enough to leave a bruise this time.

Then she pins my forelegs down against the bed, and uses her knees to sit on my hind ones. Maybe it's because I'm intoxicated, but she's a strong mare despite her small size. Then again, she's an earth pony, so it makes sense. If I was a unicorn, maybe I would be able to levitate her off with magic. Instead, my wings twitch uselessly between my back and the bed.

Because she's pinning me with her hooves, she has to use her crotch now to rub against my genitals. Even being intoxicated, there's only so much stimulation I can take before I begin to stiffen. As much as I try to will the reaction away, the blood remains, and only increases as she continues.

“See? That's more like it,” she says, wearing a stupidly smug grin. “What was that you said about a marefriend? I'll be your marefriend tonight. I bet I'm better than her.”

“I don't want this though…” My voice is a cracking, pathetic mix of fear and drunkenness. Why isn't there more I can say? More I can do? I begin to struggle against her again, but her grip is firm. The smug smile drops from her face, being replaced with a stern look.

“If you don't stop trying to do that, I'm gonna punch you in the head and kick you in the balls, seriously. Or better yet, I'll say you raped me. So just let me have this.”

What do I do in the face of such a threat? Instead of struggling, my breathing picks up now. I feel lightheaded, like I'm about to pass out. This isn't happening. Why did I drink so much tonight?

“I don't want to cheat on her though,” I say uselessly, pleading again. “I don't want this. I don't!” Why does my voice have to be so slurred?

“Then think of this as just a one time slip-up, guy,” she tells me without a care.

A moment later, she's fully over me and pushing me inside of her. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, feeling worse and worse by the second. Why does my body have to betray me like this? Have to tell me that this feels good when there's nothing in Equestria I want less right now? There's a tear that streaks down my cheek as she uses her hips to almost bounce against my waist. How did I allow myself to get into such a position?

A night of drinking proceeded this, more than usual. It was the party a friend of a friend put on, one with lots of music and alcohol and ponies who weren't exactly in their right mind. I normally have the presence of mind to stop before I have too many, but various ponies presented me with more and more, this mare being chief among them. Four drinks turned into five, and then six, seven, ten. I'm well beyond my normal limit.

There's a gap in memory between my being downstairs and here on the bed with his mare on top of me, the door locked behind us. She must have cajoled me upstairs, or dragged me. I'm not sure. But why me? There are plenty of other stallions who will gladly give her what she wants. Why me?

“Yeah, you like that?” she asks me. “I bet I can even make you cum, too, even while you're like that. I bet you love how I feel.”

I hate it. I absolutely hate it. But there is nothing I can do but lay there and take it when I'm so much weaker compared to her. Not to mention, her threats of violence and false accusations. But I know what's going to happen eventually with her working me like this, even if I try to mentally push it away. Another tear drips down.

“Aww, don't be like that,” she says, her hooves still firmly planted against my forelegs to keep me from moving around. “You should be grateful! I bet I'm way prettier than your marefriend. And I can prove it, too! Watch this!”

She starts moving faster, more vigorously, with loud moans that match her intensity. My eyes stay closed for a minute, and then I open them again, looking for something—anything—that will push away what's coming. Anything but her and this awful feeling. But there is nothing except these things.

A small, involuntary sound escapes me, and I feel myself ejaculating. She can feel it, too, because her bouncing slows down into something fuller and more deliberate. She has louder, more pleasurable sounding moans and deeper breathing while my own breaths quicken and my head spins. That didn't happen. It couldn't have happened. I love my marefriend. I would never do something like this, not in a million moons.

And yet here I am, lying beneath this mare, still fully inside her while semen mixed with her own fluid drips down and lands near my hips. I want to retch and vomit. I cheated on her. With this horrible mare.

She lifts herself off of me after an eternity, a smug look planted on her face as she glances between my crotch and her own. “See?” she declares. “I knew you'd like it, even if you weren't into it at first. Nopony can resist me. And I'm sure what your marefriend doesn't know won't hurt her.”

She uses the bedsheet to wipe herself off, and then looks back at me. “Don’t act like you didn’t love it,” she says, and I clench my jaw again. “Besides, it’s not like anypony will ever know. Unless I have a foal.” She winks, then turns away to head out, but looks over her shoulder and finishes, “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Then she slinks away, and I cry myself to sleep.