Bite a rock, I'm going in dry.
It was night time in Pone-land, and the ponies slept happily under the guise that their lives were somehow important to this story. Well, most ponies slept, anyway. A certain trio of fillies were currently wide awake, trying to figure out how to start a fire without matches.
"Why don't you just use your unicorn magic?" Asked Scootaloo, using a surprising amount of logic since everything important in Equestria is done by superior unicorns and their mastery of magic.
Sweetie Bell sighed, brushing the tip of her horn in shame with one hoof. "The stupid thing doesn't work. Magic is hard."
Scootaloo returned her friend's sigh with a sigh of her own, realizing that she couldn't blame her superior unicorn counterpart for their current predicament. No, such blame should be directed to the filthy earth pony that had forgotten to bring matches. "Applebloom, why didn't you bring the matches? Those are like the most important thing on a camping trip!" She waved her forelegs around wildly, further emphasizing just how important they were.
Applebloom's head lowered in regret, her sombrero nearly falling off her mane in the process. "Ay ay ay, señorita. Mi familia ees very poor. We work on thee apple farm to make money to send to our relatives over thee border. We already traded all our cheekens at market to help pay taxes. We do not have enough money to buy luxuries like matches."
Scootaloo once again sighed. This night wasn't going how they had planned it at all. In their ever-expanding search to find their cutie marks, they had resorted to desperate measures. Namely, trying really obscure ideas. Their current idea was to go camping. Of course, they had gone camping in the past, but this time it was just them, so they were sure to get their cutie marks. They snuck out after every one was asleep and found a spot close to the woods to set up camp. Unfortunately, things weren't going exactly as planned.
For one, the talentless group of little shits couldn't even properly set up their tents. Then they realized that Applebloom, who was in charge of bringing all the supplies, had failed them. Now they couldn't even start a proper fire and potentially, if they played their cards right, get burning to death cutie marks.
With nothing left to do, they all sat around in a circle in the dark, wondering how this night could possibly get any worse.
"This is boring," stated Sweetie Bell. "I wish something would just happen already. What should we do?" As if summoned by her quandary, a low rumbling sound filled the air and the earth shook as though some great beast was flopping around wildly. The three tiny ponies instantly perked up, looking around for the source of the noise. As it got louder they looked towards the nearby tree line, sure that whatever it was was coming from there.
"Sh-should we go?" Asked Sweetie Bell nervously, expecting a huge monster to burst out of the trees at any moment. It was already too late to run, however, as at that very moment a massive, stone wheel burst through the tree line, flattening the trees as though they were blades of grass. The fillies all screamed as the huge wheel rolled towards them on a direct collision course with their paltry camp.
Before they even had time to get up and run away, it was already upon them, but instead of rolling them all into flattened, and nutritious, pony pancakes, it abruptly skid to a halt. They stared wide-eyed at the massive wheel as they continued screaming, unable to fathom what was going on with their miniscule brains.
After a few moments, they were finally snapped out of their wild screaming as a deep, gravelly voice spoke from above the wheel. "Excuse me, would it be alright if I joined you this evening?"
The little ponies all craned their necks, looking up over the wheel, past the handlebars, and finally to the massive creature sitting there. It looked like a huge stone gorilla, but with a retard face and buck-ass teeth. It looked down on them, waiting for an answer which came in the form on them submissively nodding their heads, still in a state of shock from what was going on.
That being a good enough answer, the rock biter stepped down from his stone bicycle and took a seat on the ground causing a miniature earthquake. "You see, I've been traveling all day," he continued. Suddenly his nose flared up as he smelled something. "Ah-huh ha ha ha. Now I see why you picked this camp!"
The ponies, now realizing that they weren't dead yet, finally exited their shocked state and looked around, wondering what the rock biter was talking about. They got their answer as he reached down and unearthed a large boulder with one of his big, good, strong hands. "A delicious looking viagrastone rock," he explained as he sniffed and examined the boulder for a few seconds. "Nice cleavage, must be a real vintage."
The tiny ponies all shared a confused look before Scootaloo, being the leader of the group, decided to answer. "Uh, yes. Those rocks are the reason we camped here," she lied.
Suddenly, the rock biter brought the huge rock to his dumb mouth and began, as his name would suggest, biting it. As he chewed on the delicious minerals, big chunks broke off and fell down his chin, landing near the fillies. They once again took up screaming and began running around in an attempt to avoid the artificial landslide.
Finally, after finishing his meal, the rock biter let out an ungodly belch before covering his mouth with a big, good, strong hand. "Pardon me. Now that was good viagrastone, with a dash of ecstasy, very delicious." Suddenly his eyes widened as his three, comparatively tiny, rock dicks became erect. He covered his shame with a blush, but the little ponies didn't seem to notice. They were just glad they had survived the falling rocks and were finally calming down again.
Finally, Scootaloo looked up at the rock biter with a fierce sneer. "You coulda smashed us with those rock bits! What the fuck!?"
Her friends, having never heard her swear before, gasped at her language while the rock biter just looked ashamed. "I apologize," he said after a moment. "I guess I can be a messy eater." Scootaloo didn't look to be buying it, so he slowly brought one of his big, good, strong hands down and scratched the top of her head with one finger. Her tongue instantly lolled out of her mouth at the touch, and any retort she had planned was lost.
Sweetie Bell, seeing her friend get touched in such a way, was naturally curious. "Hey mister, how are ya doin' that?"
He smiled with his dumb face and brought his other hand down, giving Sweetie Bell the same treatment. Just like with Scootaloo, she was instantly putty in his hands. Thankfully, as you are all aware, hands have multiple fingers, so the rock biter was able to simultaneously fondle Applebloom as well.
Seeing the joy coming from the tiny ponies, the rock biter smiled. "They look like big, good, strong hands don't they?" He didn't get an answer as he continued to fondle the submissive little fillies, his massive fingers slowly inching lower and lower down their forms. Despite their grainy texture, his fingertips were remarkably smooth. A fact that each of the cutie mark crusaders noted as they pressed their bodies against the cold, stone digits.
"Oh, los dedos se sienten tan bien," said Applebloom, reverting to her disgusting earth pony language in her state of pure bliss.
"Oh, it just gets better," commented the rock biter.
"What are you going to do to us, Mister?" Asked Sweetie Bell, looking up at him with her huge, adorable eyes.
The rock biter let out a deep chuckle, sounding almost like two pieces of stone rubbing together, before answering. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. All of you."
This was followed by a shocked gasp from each of the crusaders who were just now realizing where this was going. "B-but, we're virgins," squeaked out Scootaloo.
"That just makes my rock harder," responded the Rock Biter who was now thoroughly turned on by the viagrastone he ate moments ago. "But don't worry."
The three ponies shared a confused look, before looking back up to him and asking simultaneously, "Why not?".
"I'm only going to take your anal virginity."
This did little to quell the crusaders' fears and they looked about frantically for a way to escape. Unfortunately, they didn't have time as the rock biter scooped them all up in his big, good, strong hands. He set them all down, flank pointing upward, in front of him as he uncovered his multiple stone dicks.
"You better bite a rock, I'm going in dry." The ponies did not take his advice, and would soon regret it, as he thrust forward and simultaneously penetrated all three of their anuses with the tips of his rock members. They all screamed in pain as their anal walls were stretched to their limits. Thankfully, the rock biter had tiny dicks, at least compared to him. Something he was very self conscious about.
He continued to push forward, slowly sliding the lengths of his coarse, angular penises into them. They continued to writhe in pain, pawing at the ground with their hooves in anguish, but they couldn't get away. Their anuses bled copious amounts of crimson blood, acting as little more than some natural lubricant.
Eventually, his dicks penetrated their full length, and the rock biter began pulling out so he could thrust them in again. This time, it would be even easier as their little anuses were all stretched out and raw.
"Oh yes. That feels so good." He thundered out as he continued thrusting in and out. Thankfully for the fillies, he may have been a big rock monster, but he didn't have much stamina. After a few minutes he finally blew his load of sand into their colons, filling them up like a plastic bucket at a beach.
With one final grunt of effort, he pulled out of their devastated buttholes. "What a good time," said the rock biter, standing back up and getting on his stone bike. "I should really be going now, though." With that said, he turned around and rolled the fuck away. He didn't want to be anywhere near here when the police and Chris Hansen finally came looking around.
The cutie mark crusaders laid in the middle of their improvised camp for the rest of the night crying to themselves, unable to move from the pain, their sundered butt holes leaking blood and sand. This camping trip didn't go as planned at all. After a few hours, the three of them finally managed to lift their heads and look in unison at their flanks.
"Darn it!" They all yelled at once. Worst part is, they didn't even get their cutie marks!
