Iron Will woke up from his peaceful slumber. The morning had a cool, crisp breeze mixed with the warmth array of sunshine. Iron Will hummed to himself as he started walking to his kitchen, to prepare for breakfast.
He walked to the cabinet to get a bowl. He smiled. This bowl was held together by dragon semen and dried tears. He remembered when he had sex with Spike. Iron Will had to hit him over the head, with the bowl, after he tried running away from the minotaur’s meat. And for a little dragon, he had a nice tight asshole that was heaven on Iron Will’s throbbing dick. Spike knew his place now, though.
After finishing his breakfast, Iron Will walked towards his back door, ready to start the day.
“When somepony tries to block, show them that you rock,” said Iron Will, before bulldozing his door down.
Iron Will pirouetted down the street, like a sissy ballerina. He didn’t care that all the ponies were looking at him funny. Or, maybe, they were in amazement at his giant schlong that dropped closer to the ground than Granny Smith’s teats. Iron Will knew that he was the biggest around, and he demonstrated it every day by having sex with something.
It didn’t matter what, really. It could be a glory hole that had Fluttershy on the side of it. And it was. That’s how Iron Will got his payment from that motivation class. That’s what she got for being behind on her payment.
And, she wasn’t terrible. He remembered how she wrapped her virgin mouth around his hunk of meat, and sucked it like a bottle. And the feels. DEM FEELS. Iron Will didn’t last long, that day. With his pride crushed, he viciously raped Fluttershy, killed her, and fed her to his goats.
Iron Will stopped reminiscing about the glory days, long enough to notice SugarCube Corner was in front of him. He thought that he may trick the CMC’S with a cupcake. Then, when their small flanks were turned, he’d go to town on it. He liked the idea, and headed inside.
“Hi, there. How can I help you?” asked Mrs. Cake.
“Iron Will would like a dozen cupcakes, and to know where Pinkie Pie is,” said Iron Will, bitterly.
“She’s right upstairs, I’ll let her know you’re coming,” said Mrs. Cake, wholeheartedly.
“That won’t be necessary,” said Iron Will with a smirk, before snapping her neck in two.
Iron Will ascended the stairs, eager for some more fun. He wondered if Pinkie Pie was as crazy as sex, as she was at parties. He figured he could get some easy pussy before the Cutie Mark gangbang.
When Iron Will arrived at Pinkie Pie’s bedroom, he swung his giant dick to the side, and split the door in half. Pieces of wood splattered everywhere and made a mess of the hallway floor.
“Pinkie Pie, Iron Will knows you’re in there and you better come out right now or-“ Iron Will stopped.
Pinkie Pie was nowhere to be found, instead, he found Tank, watching Gummy sleep. The pets were all collected at Pinkie’s place. There was supposed to be a pony pet day, today. The other four pets, were asleep, too.
Iron Will stared at the shell of the tortoise. He wondered if it was harder than his abs, or his penis. Well, there was only one way to find out. He walked towards Tank with a gleam in his eye.
“Turtle, Iron Will issues a challenge to you right now. This dick, is going into your asshole, and wherever else Iron Will decides to put it. Can you outlast the beast?”
Tank looked at the minotaur, before slowly blinking both eyes. His eyes peered at the site. Twenty four inches of pure heaven. But could Tank take it? The tortoise, with all his strength that he could muster, tried to quickly run over to Iron Will, and receive pleasure.
Tank was upset to find that he had only moved a few centimeters. His eyes darted out, and locked on Iron Will’s cock. Tank’s tongue fell out of his mouth, and he slowly licked his lips, his eyes not looking away or blinking.
Iron Will got the hint, chuckled, and jogged over to Tank.
“So, you like what you see, do you? Well, no need to lose all of your energy so early. Iron Will will take care of this part. You just lift that tail for me and try to relax.”
Tank smiled, and relaxed his body. He shut his eyes, and braced himself for Iron Will’s turtle food. But, instead, he felt something slap him in the face.
Tank looked up.
“Hey now, you will look at Iron Will when he gets ready to have sex with you. I want you to see my perfectly chiseled body, passionately against yours in the heat of the moment. Now, open wide,” said Iron Will before inserting his dick in Tank’s mouth.
Tank took it in slowly, he had too. He wished he could go faster in order to please the minotaur. Tank’s tongue licked over every area of the Subway two-footlong. He wanted to please Iron Will, to get more pleasure himself.
Iron Will felt Tank’s slimy tongue work over his throbbing member. It was wet, a bit slimy, and it reminded him of the time that Winona sucked him off. If this was better, he didn’t know yet, but he was eager to find out.
After another twelve minutes of Tank sucking Iron Wills cock, Iron Will had enough. He wanted Tank’s reptilian asshole. He wanted to take Tank’s virginity, right here right now. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Iron Will picked Tank up, and threw him against a wall. Tank’s shell shattered. Iron Will looked down at him and smiled.
“There, now nothing will come between us, darling. I hope you’re ready for round two, because the real tank is about to enter the warzone,” said Iron Will.
Iron Will lifted Tank’s slimy tail, and slid into him with ease. He didn’t know how his tiny anus could handle his meat, but it did. And it didn’t matter to Iron Will. He was in heaven, and he was going to enjoy it.
He fucked Tank like he’d fuck Spike. Tank reminded Iron Will of Spike. They were both virgins, had tight assholes, and were a joy to rape.
He felt Tank’s juices slip down his cock, and decided it was time to return the favor. Iron Will exploded all of his juices inside Tank.
Unfortunately for Tank, he couldn’t handle all of that lovin’ and he exploded. Fragmented tortoise showered the room. There was blood everywhere.
Iron Will shrugged, and laughed at the situation. He should have felt a bit of remorse, because he’d never be able to fuck that tortoise again. But, he was dry, and that’s all that mattered to him.
Iron Will descended the stairs, with his dick still throbbing and rock solid. He opened the door to SugarCube Corner and turned left.
He felt something connect with his dick and turned to face what it was that he felt.
“Oops, sorry Pinkie Pie.”
