(AiE) Fatmare Moo (B+) *clop*

"YOW, hot hot hot hot!" You shout as you run down the alley
>You're running like your ass was on fire because IT IS ON FIRE
>That is the last time you agree to "escort" a married mare
>Damn unicorn stallion literally set your ass on fire
>The gods have graced thee with the name "Anon," and you're Equestria's only human
>You're also it's only human Gigolo
>Making mom proud every day
>As you catch your breath, along with dousing the fire, you sit to reflect a little on how your life turned upside down
>No wait, fuck you, we're just gonna reminisce
>It has been about 24 months since you landed in the magical and dark world of Equestria
>You say dark because the sun never fucking rises here anymore
>Apparently, some bitch named "Celestia" was in charge of raising the sun each day while her sister had command of the moon
>Mooncunt ended up getting mad that the ponies only ever played during the day, so she conspired to make it night ALL the time
>Like a villain, she was defeated for 1,000 years
>"What a cliche," was your first thought upon hearing this tale
1/14

>Cut to recently when moonbitch reappeared to once again take over the kingdom
>6 mares with attitude tried to stop her, but moontwat wasn't playing that game
>She ended up defeating them, and secured her position as Queen
>For some weird reason, lunar doughnut actually let those girls live
>They're living in town still, and are actually regular customers of yours
>This world makes no sense some times
>It's even weirder that the new Queen decided her castle needed to be in a backwater town called P0nyville
>However, P0nyville is a much better place than Saddle Arabia
>That's where you learned that you could be a horsefucker
>It all started innocently enough... you think
>All you had done was ask a simple question regarding carpets
>Those faggots actually flipped their shit, and you spent a few days in jail
>That, in of itself, would not have been so bad had you not had the misfortune of playing "does this hurt?" with a sadistic Zebra
>Don't ask why the Zebra was there because you don't think you can take the memory of that story again
>Nearing the end of your stay she decided it was time to kick your torture up a notch
>She had noticed your reaction to equine genitalia, and thought rutting you would be a perfect idea
>Dumb bitch
>She was done in about 30 seconds while you kept going for at least 10 minutes
>You didn't know a sentient being could turn to mush like that, and, though it pained you to admit at first, you rather enjoyed wrecking that plot
2/14

>Once you returned "home" to P0nyville, you got a devious idea
>If that Zebra, sadistic as she was, couldn't handle you, how would other ponies fare against your might?
>"Yeah mom, I'm gonna try and fuck horses for a living." You thought to yourself that da-NIGHT
>It's always night in this fucked up world
>2 days
>It took you 2 whole days to find a willing participant in your experiment, and you had nearly came up dry
>Fortune smiled on you that day, although it was probably more of a grin, and you found yourself vomiting in the bathroom stall of a stallion's room in a bar
>There was a flank call happening in the next stall, much to your chagrin, so you decided to listen in
>You believe it was 25 seconds before those two lost it completely
>Being the dumb drunk you are, you got the great idea to show that mare a REAL good time
>That stallion was too weak to handle you after their rut, so you quickly took care of him with a sidestep
>Charging into the wall behind you, he was out cold
>The mare didn't need much convincing as she was tanked as well
>Why the fuck do they always turn to putty?
>That was that
>Your fate was voted upon that night, and it came up as a unanimous vote
>Equestria was getting its first human prostitute
>If you could sell it well enough, you would be rolling in DOSH soon enough
>The best part? All you had to do was fuck bitches, and rake it all in
>Hah, you wish it were that simple if tonight was any indication
3/14

>Finally calming down, along with not being on fire anymore, you get up to head back home
>You're suddenly stopped by two fuckwits of the royal guard, oh boy!
>"Halt," one of them commands with authority, "are you the man-skank known as Anonymous?"
>What. The. Fuck? How many other humans do you see here!?
>Calming yourself again, you finally answer
"My name is in fact Anonymous, but I'm a Gigolo, not a man-skank." You state simply
>The two guards look at one another before turning back to you
>"There's a difference?" One says while cocking his head to the side
>You're about to correct them, but the ground looks like it's in need of your attention
>A good hoof to the back of your head is always a good sleep aid
>You begin to pass out as you barely hear the guards arguing about how they don't have a whole lot of time or something
>The stars look pretty tonight as they swirl around your head
4/14

>You shoot up instantly when you finally regain consciousness
>Checking around you find yourself in quite a decked out room
>You haven't seen shit like this since your la- oh dang, you're at the castle
>Those guards must have brought you here for something, but this room doesn't seem like a jail cell
>You know exactly what the dungeon looks like after your last visit
>Who knew farting in the presence of the queen was illegal
>2 da-NIGHTS in the dungeon certainly answered that question
>You're not eager to go back, but you don't really mind hot pokers anymore
>Gratitude could probably be paid to the queen on that matter as some mares can prove kinky as fuck
>After getting your bearings, you check around the room for any clue as to why you're here
>A knock at the door nearly makes you jump as you quickly shut the drawer you were going through
>Opening it you find one of those guards standing outside your door
>"Ah good, you're awake. Come with me." he commands
"Soo," you begin as you walk down the hall beside the guard, "any reason why you guys practically foalnapped me like that?"
>"I'll be blunt man-slut, you've got a special client tonight." He says, not even looking back at you
>Again with the insult? You must have turned his wife into pudding or something
>If Fluttershy was any indication, you had to take extra care not to ruin any mares
>Hearing her utter the words "hot monkey dick" might have been cute if she wasn't chasing you through town in a sex crazed frenzy
5/14

"Okay, so who's the client then? I need to know how much to charge for this." You ask, trying to distract yourself with idle conversation
>"You will be compensated accordingly for your services. If you truly must know though, you will be servicing her majesty this night."
"You're kidding me." You respond with a hint of disbelief
>"Make of it what you will, but the queen has specifically requested you. We do not ask questions."
>Apparently not if that emotionless tone of voice was any indication
>It's weird to hear him like this after he more or less insulted you, and then poured salt on the wound by feigning ignorance
>Finally you reach a rather large set of doors with a full moon symbol etched into the wood
>They even took the time to carve out the craters in the shape of the mare in the moon's visage
>Three knocks and a summons from the guard is all it took for the door to open
>Inside you find a handful of the kitchen staff shuffling their way out
>As if they had been working all da-NIGHT (FUCK), the 5 ponies shuffle out looking ragged
>Implications demand that you assume this to be the reason why some underground circles call her "Fatmare Moo"
>This should be exciting
>Entering the inner chamber of the bedroom you're almost floored by the sight
>There, on the bed before you, rests the fattest pony you have ever seen
>You would take more time describing it if your mind hadn't blacked out while trying to process the visuals your eyes are reporting
>A long time ago you would have laughed hard at this, but right now you're full on engineer as you try to figure out how you're going to do this
>Where the hell do her rolls end, and her folds begin?
>You also can't help but feel slightly mortified by the food carts setup around the bed
6/14

>You shake yourself of the hectic flurry of thoughts in your head to introduce yourself
>Well, you would be introducing yourself had the guard not spoke up first
>"Greetings your Tubbiness, the man-whorse has arrived as per your orders."
>Man...whorse? Fucking ponification of words in this world. Not to mention that faggot did it again
>"Excellent, I have been waiting for some time for him to arrive." You felt like you were listening to whale song as she spoke
>"I have heard many things about your services from my maids young Gigolo." She once again sounds li- wait... what did she call you?
>"Hmhmhm yes, I've also heard that you like to be called by such a title. Consider it recognition for your popularity among MY ponies." She muses until she emphasizes the "MY ponies" part
>Must be trying to drive home that she runs this place
>Not that you cared, you were only here to do one thing
>Fuck bitches, but could you really land a whale like this?
"Uhh... Thank you, your majesty. It's nice to um... know you're work is appreciated." You're covering the floor in spaghetti with your response
>"Come, dear Anonymous, show your queen just what gave you such a reputation." She says as she motions you to join her with a hoof
>No preambles huh? She must not care as long as she gets what she wants
>She'll get it alright because you're going to make her look like a blob of satisfaction instead of a mass of ASS
>Your subconscious is a massive dick for trying to make you feel better through song
>Ignoring the "Baby got Back" song playing in your head, you climb up on wonder mattress supporting an entire planet
>May the gods have mercy upon thy soul this night (HAH, finally got it)
7/14

>God damn this bed is fucking amazing
>It's comfortable to every conceivable degree, almost as if it keeps adjusting to your body wherever it goes
>"Enjoying the bed I see." Fatmare says, breaking your elsewhere thoughts
>"It's a fine design fit for a queen."
"I'm going to assume you mean it's enchanted to some degree."
>She answer only with a nod, and then proceeds to smile
>You can do this Anon, beneath that rather LARGE exterior is a mare in need of your services
>Best not keep a queen waiting
>You decide to start off simple with making out, and praise the gods, she is okay with it
>Again, you're thinking the destination is all that matters to her, not the journey
>Going for broke, you slip your tongue into her mouth which causes a surprised moan to escape her throat
>Suddenly you taste pastries, and you begin pushing yourself to keep it together
>She's melting into your embrace now, well, as much of an embrace as you can give
>You break the kiss and climb off the bed in order to undress yourself
>The clothes fall to the floor one by one as she eyes your form with interest
>"You have quite the interesting body Anonymous. Sure, it might not be a stallion that I'm accustomed to, but if the rumors are true, then that won't matter one bit. Will it?" She asks running a hoof on her 3 mile long thigh
"You will see soon enough your blubberness," you reply while climbing back onto the bed and approaching her like a predator approaches its prey
>You almost lose it at the fact she didn't bat an eye whatsoever to you calling her fat
8/14

>The sloppy kissing resumes as your hands trail her, surprisingly soft, body
>It's like running your hands along fine silk and your favorite blanket straight out the dryer at the same time
>Well, You couldn't really compare curling up in a real warm blanket to running your hands along something soft, but the response to the feeling from your mind and body was similar: niiice
>She gets more into it as your hands and fingers make contact with her breasts and fondle them tenderly
>The two of you break the kiss once more for breath as she looks up at you with... what you think might be pleading
>Risking the gamble you move your hand further south and make contact with her folds
>Her ears stand up at attention immediately as she lets out a sudden gasp
>Has she never experienced foreplay before?
>Teasing her a bit you note all the different motions of her body
>The motion of the ocean is putting it lightly
>She squirms and writhes under your ministrations along with groans of pleasure
>Feeling enough is enough, you prepare to mount, but not before turning her over
"I do hope you are ready for this your largeness because many mares find it difficult to walk once I'm through," You boast while prodding the great expanse before you
>Now you really know why people can't lie when they say they like big butts
9/14

>"Do not concern yourself with that servant. I shall be the judge of my capacity for mobility once we are through." She warns
>That sounded a little narcissistic, but whatever
>You respond with more prodding as she moans in return
>Those ears of hers are slowly pressing against her head as the heat emanating from the nebula of arousal before you increases
>After sufficiently coating your length, currently running on "why" power, you take one last look at the abyss
>You fucking swear it blinked at you
>Time seems to slow down as you enter her gripping walls
>They're pulling, tugging, and stroking your rod as you continue your journey
>That actually feels kinda good, and when you hilt it feels like resting against a soft cushion
>Film-reel-screen-for-a-butt lets out a sigh when your hips sink into her flanks
>Wait, are you actually sinking into her rolls!? Oh god, are you!?
>Oh whoops, no you're not, they're just jiggling slightly as the bump from your hips returns like a ripple on the surface of a lake
>That bump rippled all the way up to the front, swung around her body, and came back at you ending in a quite pleasurable feeling you admit
>This is the most disturbing thing you've ever been a part of you think to yourself
>Believing she has had enough time to adjust you begin pulling out
>Her muscles are really unhappy about this it seems because they're tugging much harder now
>Fighting against it with a grunt you make it to the edge with just your tip inside
10/14

>You thrust back in to the hilt at an increased pace, sending another small wave through her form
>Keeping in time with these waves, you begin to tap your hips against hers at the precise moment that ripple reaches back around
>As it rolls through, it feels like an extra massage to your member since her skin is so soft and pliable
>Her moans begin to increase in intensity after about 30 seconds of constant thrusting
>It appears those ears of hers are trying to glue themselves to her head
>Without warning she stops, shudders, and presses herself against you
>Her walls send a wave of vibrations and heat along your organ, and a torrent of fluids coats the area surrounding your pelvis as she cries out
>You give her a moment, but keep yourself buried inside
>Panting heavily, she looks back at you
>"How... have... you're not...?" She struggles between pants
"I'm not that fast your roly-polyness," you reply softly
>"Mighty impressive... servant... now continue," she instructs, finally catching her breath
>You turn her over on to her back where she previously was, and follow her command
>This time you give her body a bit more of a pounding as you increase the strength behind your thrusts
>You're going to rut her into oblivion before this is all over
>She seems to enjoy this as her body melts into the bed and her form becomes yours
>The prey has given up its struggle, so the predator may now feast
11/14

>Increasing the power of your thrusts, you start gnawing on her neck passionately
>This really gets her going as she shouts out her approval with things like "yes" and "MORE"
>You work your way up to her muzzle with kisses and force your lips onto hers
>She continues to moan into your mouth, but puts up an interesting struggle with her tongue
>Not giving her the chance, you dominate hers and seek out whatever remnants of food still linger about
>You taste all kinds of things in her mouth, but you're actually not that horrified anymore
>It feels slightly like a challenge now with each moment of horror she sends your way
>Defeat is not an option because what are you here to do?
>Wreck pony plot!
>One and a half minutes in, you can feel your peak approaching, even though she has reached hers a few times already
>A couple of them were silenced by your domination of her mouth
>She's screaming, begging, and pleading for you to finish her off now
>Just when you think you're about to put an end to this you hear and see something rather unexpected
>A doughnut hangs precariously before you and she calls out to you
>"Yes! Yes! Anonymous, wait!" She stops you with a hint of urgency in her voice
"What is it your bloatedness?"
>"Ta-take that doughnut... TAKE IT AND FEED ME AS I CUM! JAM IT DOWN MY ESOPHAGUS ANONYMOUS!"
>What. The. Fuck?
>Not wanting to disappoint, you grab the doughnut and force feed her
>She screams into the dough as you stuff her face with the glazed pastry
12/14

>Her body writhes once more in orgasm as fluids spurt out from her lower lips
>The feeling of her walls vibrating against you again is the last straw
>With no amount of fanfare, you plunge into her depths, and release everything you can inside
>You were about to be worried about finishing inside, but she continues her screams of approval
>Pulling out, you rest on your ass in front of that dripping crag
>She finally sinks into the bed, and you observe your apparent victory
>The once mighty queen now lays before you as a pile of puddy
>A rather large pile, but a pile nonetheless
>Nagging questions about why she let herself go plague your mind, but it doesn't really matter
>You did what you came for, and soon it will be time to collect your reward
>Wiping the doughnut crumbs from her muzzle, she sits up to face you
>The look in her eyes... is that gratitude?
>You've never heard of such a thing coming from the queen
>Determining that her message was received, she falls back and surrenders to sleep's warm embrace
>Mission accomplished, this plot is officially wrecked
>After getting your clothes back on, you walk over to her side and whisper, "you're very welcome your highness."
13/14

>You make your way out of the bedroom and find guards awaiting you
>A bag sits upon the floor between them, and one of them nudges it toward you
>As you're about to pick it up, a hoof rest upon your shoulder
>Looking over, you see a guard run his hoof along his lips and point to a note on the bag
>Going out on a limb, you assume he meant to keep it down while the queen sleeps
>You pick up the note and read it
>It details how your services were most appreciated, make yourself available the next time the queen calls, and the best part, you don't have to stay in the dungeon
>Hoisting the sack over your back, you stroll on out of the castle with your head held high
>This da-NIGHT (GOD DAMMIT!) wasn't so bad after all
>"There you are!" You hear a voice to your left
>Oh fuck, it's that unicorn again
>You spend the rest of the evening dodging the vengeful stallion on your way home
>All in day's work for Equestria's only human Gigolo
14/14

FIN