Fuckmare

It was a dark and stormy night. Walking down the street, coated in water and buffeted by the wind, was Anita Cocke. She walked in the abhorrent weather, mentally running through the checklist she used to help Pinkie Pie close down Sugarcube Corner.

Turn off the ovens? Check. Lock the doors? Check. Clean the frosting off the spatulas? Check. Clean Pinkie's spit from the spatulas after she 'cleaned' the spatulas? Check.

She was so preoccupied with making sure she didn't forget anything that she walked into a giant vat of toxic waste! The glowing green goo covered her entire body.

"Eew! EEW!" she screamed. She began running, globs of her own hair and flesh falling off and landing on the wet dirt with a soft PLOP. She ran full speed until she reached her door. The toxic waste had been washed off her pelt by the rain, but blood and holes in her skin marred her otherwise beautiful body. She dove into the bathroom and ripped open her medicine cabinet, pulling out bandages and antiseptic. She groaned in pain as she rubbed it all over her sore body. Everything hurt, but her wings were on an entirely different level of pain. After bandaging, she took some pain pills and curled up on the bathroom floor.

The next day came quickly. Anita awoke when a beam of sunlight entered her bathroom window and glinted on her face. She tried to stand up, but realized her blood had soaked through the bandages and dried on the floor, gluing her in her own filth. With a grunt, she peeled herself off the floor, scabs and tufts of hair deciding they liked the floor more than her. She began to unwrap the bandages between her legs and unveiled something startling. A giant penis! Anita screamed so loud, her window pane cracked.

"OH MY CELESTIA, WHAT IS THIS THING!?" she proclaimed as she ran out of the bathroom. She noticed abstractedly that her new genitalia was whacking her leg as she ran, and this, above all other things, caused her to stop. She stood quivering for a few moments before reaching a hoof to the fork in her legs. The penis was easily as long as she was tall. She felt an odd pleasure as her hoof rubbed the soft flesh. Her eyes widened, and she pushed her hoof farther down and found her vagina was still untouched. At least that part is fine, she thought. She rolled onto her back, using her wings as cushions to cover her sore frame. She began to rub her vagina, feelings of pleasure fighting back the pangs of pain. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out of her mouth and began to grunt softly. Her other hoof found the spongy tissue, and began to stroke it. The dick immediately began to engorge with blood. With both sex organs receiving pleasure, she completely forgot about the pain her body was in. The euphoria coursing through her body caused her to arch her back and splay her wings, flinging scabs in all directions. She came simultaneously from both organs, coating her belly in warm semen and her hoof in warm vaginal juices. Once the waves of pleasure left, the pain returned to fill the void. She walked back to the bathroom and began to clean herself.

She called in sick to work that day, and the next. The debilitating pain, she found, would only leave when she was otherwise occupied, be that sleeping or playing with her genitals. It was then she realized the only way to keep from going insane would be to keep herself in a state of constant pleasure. But how? On the second day, she realized. She could be a vigilante! One who used her penis to stop the rampant crime that's in ponyville. That night, she wrapped herself in black sheets, and prowled the desolate streets. It wasn't long before she heard a cry for help. With ease, she jumped into the air and flew over to the cries.

"Help! Oh somepony please help me!" cried an elderly mailmare. "He's trying to steal my mail, which is a federal offense!"

"Shut yer yap, lady" cried the burgler.

"Stop, sexy criminal! There's no escaping the long dick of the law!" cried Anita Cocke. The criminal, who was a zebra, froze and stared at the bedsheets-coated mare with a blue penis dangling from her crotch.

"Look, lady-man, this be an misunderstanding, ya hear? I wasn't tryin to rob 'er, I was 'elpin 'er cross da road."

"LIES!" shouted the mailmare.

"I been held down by the man for years, now it's my comeuppance," said the criminal zebra.

"Tired of being held down by the man? Prepare to be fucked by the man as well!" she proclaimed as she drove her penis into the zebra's asshole.

"HEY! WHATRE'YA DOIN!" he shouted.

She ignored him and began to thrust her penis deeper and deeper into his ass. The zebra collapsed, moaning in painful pleasure. Anita groaned as well, feeling the pain that had been overwhelming her abate. The mailmare stared in shock at the graphic sex scene appearing before her before running off and screaming. Anita didn't care, she was too busy making the criminal her bitch. She grunted and groaned, and finally moaned as her cock erupted, splattering the zebra's fecal-lined intestines with horse yogurt. He let out a cry when he felt her finish. Without missing a beat, she yanked her penis out of his butt and sat on his open mouth. She felt him squirm around, tongue thrashing wildly on her clitoris.

"I'll get up once you finish what you started, scum!"

He promptly began to work on her other sex organ, licking and slurping. Once she was finished, she stood up and tied down the zebra.

Once he was tied down, she said "You have the right to remain horny. Everyone you do can and will be held against you in an orgy of law. You have the right to a buttplug. If you cannot afford a buttplug, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand your rights?"

He nodded his consent. She walked off, headed for the police department.