Jargon Scott and his fetish ponies

>Jargon Scott sat in his fly-ass awesome and well worn-in chair
>staring intently at his computer screen, filled with the various greentexts he was taking in
>he cracked his knuckles, ready to write
>his ideas ready to flow, and sorting through what would and wouldn't be put into his stories
"What should I do tonight? Femdom? Butt-stuff? Nah. But what to do?"
>he stared ahead deep in thought
>then he felt an almost feather-light touch on the side of his tummy
>it was enough to break his concentration
>he turned and looked down
>Jargon's eyes met a pair of large, cute, blue eyes
>"Hello!"
>it was a pony, sitting beside him on the floor
"oh, hey..."
>he turned his attention back to his computer
"Wait a second..."
>he furrowed his brow
"ponys no am real..."
>he spun back to the pony
"I- uh, what- huh?"
>while he was trying to take in this sight before him, the pony put her hooves on the arm of his chair and spoke up
>"Hi! My name is Denial! What's yours?"
"J-jargon... but, but-"
>"But why am I here? I'm your new friend!"
"b-but- I didn't invite you in-"
>"Doesn't matter! Also, I invited all my other friends too. I hope it's okay"
"other..."
>"Yep! There's a lot of 'em too! Femdom, Butt-stuffs, Flat Chest, Big Chest, Breastfeeding..."
>he stared at the pony as she went on and on and on, listing off names
>"You'll learn to love us all soon enough!"
>Jargon slammed his head to his desk and started crying
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>Butterscotch turned to his best childhood friend, Rainbow Blitz
>"I-i have something to tell you, Blitz."
>the stallion looked at him quizzically
>"um, me and your mom,"
>he gulped
>"She went down on-"
>a hoof poked into the writer's shoulder
>it was enough to break his focus
>"Jargon"
>a meek little voice piped up
"Denial, Please, I'm trying to write..."
>"But... I would like a snack, please."
>he looked over to the pony
"Aren't there still cookies left?"
>"No."
>she pointed to his bed, which contained a pile of ponies, fast asleep
>Scott didn't recognize a few of them. Where did they keep coming from?
>"They ate them all, and I didn't get any..."
>Jargon just stared at her
"...i made over a hundred"
>these ponies could put away some sweets
>but they still ate better than him
"Okay, let's make you some more."
>he headed to the kitchen as the pony pranced beside him
>as he got out the baking sheet, a pegasus landed on his head
>"Hey Jargon!"
>he had grown used to being greeted like this
"Hi Busty..."
>"Can ya do something for me?"
>he sighed, knowing what she was going to say next
"Not right now, Busty..."
>he could feel her ample bosom on the back of his head
>"But I need you to milk my boobies! I'm getting tender!"
"What happened to the pump I bought you?"
>"But that's no fun! Anyway, the fridge is full!"
"What?"
>he looked inside the fridge, and indeed it was full of bottles of her creamy milk
"What am I going to do with all that?"
>there was way too much for one person
>"it's good..."
"no."
>"Aw come on, ya party pooper!"

>he made his way to the table to sit down
"Buttstuffs, No toys on the table."
>the pony glared at him
>"But they're clean!"
"But I still know where they've been. No toys on the table."
>the pony gathered the mufti-colored neon phallic symbols and walked away in a huff
>as Jargon sat at the table, he put his face into his hands
>these ponies would drive him to drink
>and he was all out of daiquiris
>a pair of hooves wrapped around his waist
>"Cheer up Jargie!"
>he rubbed Denial's head with his hand
>these ponies were cute
>and that did cheer him up a bit
>then a hoof poked him in his other side
>he turned his attention to the pony on the opposite side
>an unfamiliar, but adorable little mare greeted him
>"Hi Jargon"
"You're new..."
>"Yes. My tummy hurts. Could you rub my belly for me?"
>Scott smiled to her
"Sure."
>he stared forward as the new pony climbed into his lap and started to lay on her back
>Jargon grunted as a hoof pressed into a sensitive area
>"sorry"
"It's fine..."
>he told her as he reached his hand town to pet her soft belly
>running his hand back and forth, the pony moaned
>her belly was warm
"So what's your name?"
>the pony in his lap giggled
>her tummy was very warm
>and firm
>and seemed to be throbbing...
>Jargon quickly glanced down at her
>his hand was rubbing up and down her sizable, erect member
"Wha?!"
>the mare was snickering now
>"My name's Futa!"