FNF 2 - Broodmares, Futas and >RAPE

Friday Night Fetish 2: The Son of Friday Night Fetish


Anon x Flitter who has a pregnancy fetish

>To be honest, you should have known better.
>There are so many different things that you could have done to prevent this from happening.
>You could have kept a closer watch on what time of the season it was, or not ignored the warning signs that your heat was coming.
>But you hadn’t.
>
>You had been trotting along Main Street when it started, an unexpected explosion of warmth from deep inside your hindquarters.
>With suddenly unsteady hooves unable to support your pace, you stumble forward, crashing snout first into street.
>Despite the embarrassment you feel about falling on your face, you can’t help but feel a twinge of delight, of rightness, that you landed with your snout in the dirt while your tail end is still standing and exposed to every pony on the street.
>As you consider giving into the warmth this time, you hear a voice call out to you.
>“Hey, you okay?”
>With bleary, unfocused eyes, you lift your head look up.
>And up, and up, until the face of the human comes into view.
“A-Anonymous?”
>He kneels beside you, his face contorted in concern as he looks you over.
>Without warning, he hefts you off the ground and throws you across his shoulders, gripping two of your legs on either side of his body while your middle rests against the back of his neck.
>If they hadn’t been staring at your prone state before, ponies were certainly taking notice of you now.
>Your face grows even hotter than the rest of your body as you squirm, trying to escape his grip.
“Wait!  Stop!  What are you doing?”
>“You look terrible and you’re burning up, so I’m going to take you to see the doctor.”
>In spite of your squirming, or maybe because of it, Anonymous tightens his grip and hustles down the road.



>With thrashing loose now out of the question, you attempt to plead with him.
“Anonymous, please, just put me down!  I’m fine, really.”
>“No dice.”
>Groaning in frustration, you hang your head and scowl down at the ground.
>As you’re looking back, you see an earth pony stallion trot into the street where Anonymous just passed by.
>He goes ramrod straight, his nostrils flaring as he catches wind of something.
>And then he spots you and a big smile spreads across his face as he takes off in hot pursuit after Anonymous.
“Oh no…”
>“What?  What’s going on back there?”
>Anonymous glances over his shoulder just in time to see two more stallions join in the hunt.
>He groans and shakes his head.
>“Are you KIDDING?  What did you do to get those guys pissed at you?”
“Th-they’re not mad at me!  Why do you assume they’re mad?”
>“Men only chase after a woman like that when there’s a debt to be paid or sex to be had.  Since ponies don’t have sex, they’ve got to be mad!”
>Shame burns at your face again as you lean over to whisper in his ear.
“Actually, it’s the second reason.”
>“WHAT?”
>You move to mumble something about how ponies go into heat, but it’s quickly replaced with a squeal of surprise as Anonymous pours on the speed, kicking up a cloud of dust in his wake.
>The stallions, now numbering half a dozen, sputter through the smokescreen before trying to overtake you and Anonymous again, but it’s too late.
>Jerking open the door to his home, Anonymous drops you unceremoniously onto the floor and lodges his shoulder against the wooden slab as the bolts lock into place.
>There’s a moment of silence, followed by a rapid fire series of thuds as the stallions throw themselves against the door.
>It quivers, but holds firm.



>Anonymous stands against the door for a while longer, listening as the half-dozen males mutter to themselves, debating if continued pursuit is worth it.
>At last, they leave, though one or two might still be lingering outside the door.
>Despite every urge telling you to check the window, you opt for lying on the ground, out of sight.
>Oh what a mess you’ve gotten yourself into this time, Flitter…
>
>As the stallions retreat, you heave a sigh of relief and look down at the prone pony.
>The grey-blue mare is quivering, her tail flipping in protest as she lies against the ground.
“I think, you have some explaining to do.”
>Flitter glances up, confusion in her eyes as her mane falls to cover part of her face.
“Ponies, don’t have … intercourse, right?”
>She stares a moment longer, then laughs a little, giving you a confused smile.
>“You, can’t be serious, right?  How else do you think that we make foals?”
>Crossing your arms over your chest, you scowl and look away.
“I-I thought you reproduced by… by budding.”
>Another laugh, though this one carries on far longer and ends with Flitter on her back, holding her sides as she struggles to contain herself.
>Well, there goes that theory.
>You tighten your arms across your chest and look away, trying to ignore the shame burning at your cheeks until the straight maned pegasus settles down.
>“Where would you get an idea like that?”
“Well I never see you guys do it!”
>Flitter leans back on her haunches before firing back.
>“Th-that’s because it’s private!  You don’t let a stallion mount you in the street, that’s just uncivilized!”
>She’s blushing now as well, squirming in discomfort as she stares at the ground.
>“I, I mean, usually anyway.  Sometimes it happens, but it’s always an accident.”
“Like what almost happened this afternoon?”



>Flitter doesn’t say a word, but then again she doesn’t have to.
>Rubbing at the back of your head, you check outside and see a few stallions still slinking about outside your house.
“How long does this heat usually last?”
>“A week or so, or until a mare gets fertilized.”
“Ugh.”
>You rub your temple and sigh.
“Well, it doesn’t look like these knuckleheads are going anywhere for right now.  You want to wait them out here?”
>“R-really?”
“Sure.  I mean, unless you want to be thrown out to the wolves?”
>After a moment of hesitation, Flitter shakes her head and offers you a small smile.
>
>The human is surprisingly good company.
>After agreeing to let you stay until the stallions grew tired of waiting, he cooked you a simple but filling meal and offered to let your sister know you were safe and sound.
>He even put you up in his spare bedroom.
>One day became two, and two became three.
>Still the stallions skulked about his home, often different ones each day.
>Perhaps you’ll need to stay all week.
>The thought of continuing to impose on him weighs heavily on your mind.
>But, there may be another way…
>
>It’s the fourth evening of her stay when Flitter enters your bedroom.
>You turn and give the mare a small smile.
“Hey, Flit, everything all right?”
>The pegasus refuses to meet your eyes as she becomes suddenly interested in her mane, stroking it in such a way that it continues to fall in and out of her face.
>She gnaws on her lower lip, before at last looking up at you.
>“A-Anonymous?”
>You raise your eyebrows expectantly.
>“I realize that you’ve done quite a lot for me already.  It’s just, I feel like I’m overstaying my welcome because the stallions won’t leave.”
>She toys with the ribbon in her mane, staring back down at the ground.
>“So, I think I came up with an idea on how to throw them off, at least long enough for me to fly home.”



>Well, she’s right about one thing, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to kick your way through the stallions on the other side of the door whenever you want to go out or come in.
>Much as you don’t like the idea of sending her out in such a state, getting your life back to normal would be nice.
>You smile and lean forward a little, trying to encourage her.
“What’s your plan?”
>Flitter wets her lips and takes a deep breath.
“I want you to mate with me.”
>What?
“What?”
>Red races to Flitters face and she bites down on her lower lip and turns her head away.
>Despite her best attempts to hide it, the statement still hangs out in the air for anyone to see.
>Scrambling for an appropriate response, you stammer,
“Wh-what good would that do?”
>It’s a long few seconds before Flitter speaks, but when she does, her voice doesn’t waver, despite her own uncertainty.
>“You, wouldn’t put a stop to my heat, but you might sate it long enough for me to stop producing my scent…”
>Her voice trails off and the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.
>Clearing her throat, Flitter tries to brush it off like it’s not a big deal.
>“I understand that it’s kind of a big deal.  I can’t expect you to feel comfortable doing that, I mean; I don’t even feel comfortable asking.  But, it’s not like you could get me pregnant, right?”
“Y-yeah…”
>Silence fills the room again as you both mull that little bit of information over.
>Now you’ve been here for a while, and as a human male, you have needs.
>Sure, you’ve fantasized over a few pony butts here and there, but you never thought that you would actually act on it.
>Confronted with the opportunity is a little terrifying.
>It’s obvious that Flitter is feeling something similar, though living in a world with other sentient species, cross species couplings might not be as big a hurdle for her.



“A, All right.”
>Flitter’s ears perk up in surprise as she tilts her head to the side.
>You give a nod and reassure yourself by saying it again.
“All right, let’s do it.”
>
>You seat yourself on the bed as Anonymous stands in the middle of the room, giving a sheepish smile as he strips out of his clothes.
>You could never really understand why the human insisted on wearing so many layers of fabric all the time, but seeing the bare, tender flesh underneath, you begin to grasp why.
>So little hair compared to ponies, his form is utterly alien and only mildly arousing.
>When he pulls off his pants, you force a smile to keep yourself from laughing.
>He’s about the same length as you would expect a stallion to be, but slender and tapered rather than broad and bulky.
>Despite your attempts to hide your reaction, you can see his face and neck turn red with embarrassment.
>Holding out a hoof to him, you give a genuine smile.
“It’s fine, really.”
>An uncertain nod is all that you receive in response.
>Wetting your lips, you turn around and present yourself to him.
>Several long, agonizing seconds pass before you feel him begin to push inside of you.
>The effect is immediate.
>Your flanks begin to twitch, eagerly pushing back towards him, as though they were intent on gobbling him whole.
>The incessant warmth you’d suffered through is quickly stoked into a roaring flame, so much so that you can feel him scorching your insides as he plunges deeper.
“A-ahhhhh!”
>Burying your face in his sheets to drown out your moans, you take the time to savor the scent of the male plowing you from behind.
>As you rush towards your climax, you clamp down on him and feel yourself shuddering in delight.
>But the fire burns even hotter as he refuses to quench your need.
>Sputtering sheets, you glance back at him, noting his surprised expression.



“Wh-what’s wrong?”
>“Just, surprised is all.  I haven’t even done anything.”
>Done…
>Anything?
>He must have seen the inquisitive look in your eyes as he rocks his hips back, yielding ground back to you, despite your moans of protest.
>And then he’s right back inside of you, grinding your body into the mattress with the force he puts behind the thrust.
>You quiver and cry out as he repeats the motion again and again, feeling as though you are riding a wonderful and terrible roller coaster of pleasure.
>Still he doesn’t do anything but force the burning inside of you to grow ever higher, ever hotter.
>As your body boils from the inside out, you feel the heat begin to fry your brain, your delighted moans instead turning to half words of encouragement that you can’t bring yourself to stop.
“Ah, please, more!”
>He obliges, switching instead to shorter, more rapid thrusts.
>Your eyes roll back in your head as you pant, wanting still more.
>The heat continues to grow in your mind, burning away the fog that had masked your thoughts.
>Everything comes into focus.
“More, more!”
>You can’t help but smile as you join in with his rhythm, working your hindquarters back to slap against his hips as he pushes inside of you.
>He doesn’t respond except with grunts, but you can feel his enthusiasm continue to rise with each push inside.
“Anonymous, I need you, ah, to fill me up.  I-I need it.”
>Pressing your cheek into the sheet, you stare back at the human with half-lidded eyes.
>He’s lasted so much longer than you’ve heard any stallion to be capable of.
>And as he’s stoked the fire inside you higher and higher, it’s burned away every thought but one.
“Anonymous, I need you to make me yours.  I don’t care about anything else.  I, I have to be, a brood mare.”



>You shudder, thinking of yourself continually bloated with the alien’s offspring, heavy to the point of being unable to fly, over and over again.
>Right now, it’s the only thing that matters.
>Just as you’re about to shoot him a pleading look, he grips your flanks tightly and your body grows suddenly cold, as though a great flood just washed away the entire blaze that dominated your body for the better part of a week.
>You shiver at the sudden absence of heat, only to squeak as Anonymous falls on top of you.
“A-Anonymous!  You’re squishing me!”
>The exhausted human gives an apologetic grunt, before stumbling unceremoniously out of you.
>On instinct, you feel your lips clamp shut around his seed, the sole source of warmth in your once superheated body.
>As you try to stumble to your feet, you find such an action impossible, as you quickly drop back onto your face.
>“You look a little worn out…”
>Blushing, you avert your eyes from the human, once again noting how drastically different he is from you.
>What were you even thinking, saying that to him?
“I-I’m fine.  I have to go now, otherwise the heat will start up again and I’ll be stuck here.”
>Sticking out his tongue a little, Anonymous raises an eyebrow and smiles.
>“Would that be so bad?”
>Apparently your face is still capable of burning up, as a sudden heat has you turning your head away.
“I told you, I’m fine…”
>Anonymous falls silent, and the two of you simply sit against one another, staring at opposite corners of the room.
>It’s nice, in a way, being so close to him, sharing in his body heat.
>He smells as strange as he looks, but maybe strange isn’t so bad…
>After another fifteen minutes of waiting, your legs finally feel like they can support your weight.
>Hopping off the bed, you glance back at the human and offer a slight smile.



“Thank you, for your help.”
>“You sure you don’t want me to come along and make sure you get home safely?”
“That’s sweet… but you’ll only slow me down.”
>Anonymous stares for a moment, then smiles and shakes his head.
>He opens a window for you, allowing you to take off into the night.
>After several days cooped up, your wings relish the opportunity to stretch in the open air.
>Despite the cold chill, the thought of the strange alien fills you with an uncomfortable warmth.
>
>It’s been three months since that night.
>Flitter has been strangely distant, in fact you haven’t seen her during the entire time, but Cloud Chaser assures you that she’s doing well.
>After getting over the initial hurdle, it’s been rather easy to approach the ponies on a personal level.
>You haven’t staked your claim on any of the other mares in town, but knowing that you can has made you feel slightly more comfortable.
>But none of them seem to have the same effect on you that Flitter did.
>It’s the end of a long day when you finally stretch out on your couch.
>Just as your eyes are drifting shut, there’s a loud rapping on your door.
>You try to brush it off and hope they go away, but from the incessant rat-a-tat-tatting, you know that’s going to be a long shot.
>Grumbling, you get to your feet and stumble to the door, fingers fumbling with the latch.
“Yah, just a second.”
>Pulling the door open, you raise an eyebrow as you see Flitter standing on the other side.
>Only, she looks slightly swollen.
“Flit, you look like you’re sick again.”
>She blushes and shakes her head.
>“Uh, not exactly.”
>Biting her lip, the mare turns to the side, showcasing the notably swollen lower portion of her body.
>As you stumble back a few steps, her eyes twinkle with delight.
>“Surprise…”
>Taking a few steps towards him, you cock your head and put on your best smile.
>“And I hope that you have at least a few more in store for me.”



Anonymous, Element of >Rape

>There’s a lot to be said about living in a world of puny pastel ponies.
>They’re about half your size, and regardless of how much they try to fight off your advances, every single one of them has a fetish for predation.
>As though the stars aligned in one glorious moment, that just so happens to be your fetish as well.
>So, as you’re lighting up a cigarette after leaving your latest conquest in a puddle of drool and spunk, you look up to the sky and thank them.
“For all the shit you put me through back on Earth, you guys are pretty cool.”
>“WE ARE OVERJOYED TO HEAR THIS!”
>You flinch as the nighttime sky roars back at you.
>That was unexpected.
>So was the sudden appearance of a pony much larger than any you had encountered in your time here.
>Dark as the night sky, with a wingspan wider than you are tall, the horned pony approaches you with a smile on her face.
>“HUMAN ANONYMOUS, WE, YOUR PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT, HAVE GREAT NEED OF YOU!”
>With your ears still ringing, you wave your hand for her to lower her voice.
“That’s great and all, but do you think you could turn it down a few notches?  You’re going to make me go deaf before I hear your piece.”
>“AH, YES!  WE APO-”
>The so-called Princess coughs a few times and shakes her head before fixing her eyes on you again.
>“I… am sorry.  It is far easier to simply give orders than to speak in the common tongue.”
“Better.  Now, who are you and what do you want?”
>Holding a hoof to her chest, the winged and horned abomination smiles at you.
“I am Princess Luna, one of the two Royal Sisters who watch over the heavens.  My tasks relate to the night, the stars and the moon.  I have been watching you for some time and know of your great deeds.  Our world is in dire need of your assistance.”
>You rub your chin as you walk around the Princess, inspecting her.



>A long, graceful neck, leading down to a robust barrel body and ending with a pair of nice, large flanks.
>Yeah, you could get behind her.
>Princess Luna cranes her neck to watch you, her brow furrowed in confusion.
>“What, may I ask, are you doing, human?”
“Inspecting the goods, you did say you needed my help, right?  And you know of my ‘deeds’?”
>A harsh red leaps to the dark pony’s face as she catches your meaning.
>With a shake of her head, she tries to backpedal.
>“That, that is not what we, I mean, I meant.  Equestria… needs…”
>You slide your knuckles along the broad expanse of her flank, earning a twitch of the ears from the flustered Princess.
>“A great task… all of Equestria… terrible danger.”
>The gentle touch of your knuckles is slowly replaced by the sharper, more aggressive sensation of your nails sliding along the plump protrusion of her hindquarters.
>Her legs jerk upwards several times, but from where you’re standing you can see the Princess’ eyes beginning to roll back in her head.
>At once, her forelegs collapse under her weight, leaving back end utterly prone to your advances.
“Don’t worry, Princess.”
>Whipping out your dick, you can’t help but smile, gripping the still burning cigarette tightly in your teeth.
“I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.”
>
>It’s twelve minutes later when you bust a nut in Her Helpless Highness.
>Buttoning up your pants, you sigh and flick the burnt out butt of your cigarette against her royal haunches.
“Thanks toots, glad to help save Equestria and all that.”
>You turn to walk away, when the oversexed voice of the dark lady stops you.
>“T-truly, your talents were underestimated.  You will fulfill your role in ways we could not have expected.”
>Glancing back, you have enough time to cock an eyebrow before you notice the glow of the hodgepodge pony’s horn.
>Your heart drops.



“Oh, shit.”
>Breaking into a run, you try to escape the subtle light as it chases you down alleys and across streets.
>But to no avail.
>The blue light strikes you and sends you flying into the side of a building.
>It’s several minutes before you feel like moving again, long enough for the royally fucked Princess to catch up with you.
>As you stir, she announces in her irritatingly loud voice.
>“RISE, HUMAN ANONYMOUS.  IT IS TIME TO TAKE THY PLACE AS THE ELEMENT OF RAPE.”
>The element of what now?
>Pushing yourself to a kneeling position, you look yourself over and are pleasantly surprised to see that you have all five of your limbs intact.
>Yes, the penis counts as a limb.
>With the check finished, you scowl up at Princess Luna and snap back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?  You could have killed me!”
>“NAY, HUMAN, WE HAVE SIMPLY RELEASED THY TRUE POTENTIAL.  BEHOLD, THE SYMBOL OF THINE STATUS, THE TIARA OF RAPE.”
>Tiara…
>of Rape?
>Reaching up, you grope at the top of your head.
>Your blood runs cold as the smooth, icy touch of metal greets your probing fingers.
>You pull at the top of your head, trying to remove the accessory forced upon you, only to find that it’s unyielding in its grip upon your scalp.
>Whirling to the dark mare, you his through gritted teeth.
“Get this thing offa me!  I never raped anybody!”
>“MOST UNTRUE.  THY COERCIONS ARE LEGENDARY, THERE IS NONE OTHER WHO COULD BEAR THE TITLE.”
“I was just giving the ponies what they wanted!  Shouldn’t that count for something?”
>“NAY.”
>Your shoulders droop as you give up on removing the head piece.
“Can’t you just, take it off for me?”
>“FULFILLING THY REQUEST IS NOT POSSIBLE.  WE HAVE GREAT NEED OF THE ELEMENT OF RAPE.”
>Again, her horn starts glowing.
>You make it two steps before you feel the world fall away from underneath your feet.



>With a wail, you feel yourself flying through space, until you come to an abrupt stop in a place you’ve never been.
>The bodies of ponies and half bird-lions lay scattered about, with more clashing in front of you.
>As you scramble out of the way of two creatures locked in mortal combat, you hear a clear voice call out to you.
>“Woah there!  You better get out of here; this is no place to put your feet up!”
>A white stallion with a blue mane trots up to your side, grabbing your shirt in his teeth.
>You take the suggestion and follow him off the battlefield.
>Once safely out of range, he puts on a forced smile and introduces himself.
>“Shining Armor, of the Crystal Kingdom.”
“Anonymous… from Earth.”
>The pony’s eyes go wide as he grins.
>“Oh! You must be the reinforcements!”
>What?
“What?”
>“Princess Luna said she was going to find someone who could turn the tide of battle, a human from the planet Earth!  The legendary Element of Rape!”
“Now hold on…”
>Shining Armor calls out to the wounded troops in the camp.
>They all stagger out of their tents and stare at you in awe.
>Shaking his head, Shining looks back at you with a wide smile on his face.
>“You’re the one who can save us!  I should have known from the tiara.”
>Fucking tiara.
“Look, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but…”
>“No time, we need to get into that cave over there, and your special talent is the only way that we can manage it!”
“But I don’t…”
>“No arguing!  Every second you spend back here is another life lost, on both sides.  We have to end this, now!”
>Without so much as another word, Shining Armor pushes you back towards the battlefield.
>You give a hesitant look backwards and then sigh, resigning yourself to your fate.
>You’d had a good run, after all.
>Pulling your dick out again, you march into battle.
>
>
>
>An hour later, you’re still alive, standing in front of the aforementioned cave.



>Behind you is a swath of twitching, leaking bodies, both gryphon and pony alike.
>Being stunned simply doesn’t seem to cover it.
>Shining Armor gallops up beside you, laughing and shaking his head.
>“I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself, but you pleasured both sides of the entire army!  You’re some kind of monster!”
“A…Aw shucks…”
>Aw shucks?
>You just stuck your dick in thousands of different holes.
>Shining gives another laugh and then tilts his head inside.
>“We’ll mop things up out here, you hurry inside and put a stop to whatever they’re cooking up.”
“I, really don’t think…”
>“Anonymous, please.  The Princess, my wife, sister, and her friends are down there.  They need your help.”
>The things you do for these ponies…
>“All right.  Leave it to me.”
>
>
>
>After raping your way down through the handful of gryphon guards, you happen upon a large chamber.
>Three more of the winged and horned abominations are down there, their horns glowing with a brilliant power, directed towards the back wall.
>Five others seem to be preoccupied with holding back the remaining gryphons.
>Walking straight to the unnatural creatures, you give an uncertain salute.
“Y-yo…”
>“Ah!  At last.”
>The white one turns her head just a little, offering you a weak smile.
>She is visibly strained, the light from her horn beginning to flicker as time wears on.
>“I had thought my sister failed in her search.  Greetings Anonymous, Element of Rape, I am Celestia, Princess of the Sun.”
“Hi, how you doing.  Listen, that’s, really not the title I’m looking for…”
>“I understand it is a great burden was ask you to take on, but only the Element of Rape can save our world.”
“But…”
>The white pony smiles and shakes her head.
>“Anonymous, we need you.”
>Aw, hell.
“What is it I have to do?”
>The purple abomination turns to you, setting her lips into a thin line.



>“The Gryphon Matriarch has opened a portal to Tartarus.  We’re holding back the horde as best we can, but there’s no way for us to seal the gate.  You wouldn’t happen to have any ideas, would you?”
>You rub your chin again, leaning forward to get a better view.
>There’s an ugly gash in the wall, with an ominous purple power glowing beyond it.
>Black shadows flash across the gate from time to time, throwing themselves against the barrier that the unnatural ponies have made.
“Well, from the look of it, it’s just a big hole.”
>Scowling Purple gives you a confused look as you strip off your shirt and your pants.
>You bend your knees a few times and put your hands on your hips, doing a few practice thrusts with your pelvis.
>“What, are you planning exactly?”
>Without taking your eye off the prize, you do a few squats and then proceed to square your shoulders.
“If there’s a hole, then it’s a man’s job to thrust into it.”
>Letting loose a battle cry, you charge naked across the space between yourself and the wall, your ponderous penis bobbing from side to side.
>Shoving a gryphon out of the way, you throw yourself at the gaping maw which dominates the wall, dick first.
>It’s unexpectedly moist and accommodating, taking your supercharged schlong up to the hilt without any trouble.
>Placing your palms on either side of the wall, you begin pounding away at the otherworldly portal.
>To your surprise, it actually begins to contract, giving up the ground that it had gained.
>The longer you continue thrusting, the smaller the gash becomes, and the more pressure is exerted on your pony poon pounder.
>Soon, the gate is nothing more than a tight virginal slit in the wall, masterfully milking your dedicated dong.



>With an audible pop, the gate closes completely.
>The ponies let out a cheer, having come out victorious over the gryphon hordes.
>But the battle has not been easy.
>And there have been far too many casualties.
>Including…
“MY DICK!”
>You wail, motioning down to your perfectly smooth pelvis.
“MY DICK IS GONE!”
>Celestia approaches you, still smiling and looking like she’s about to say something.
>You cut her off.
“YOU DIDN’T SAY IT WAS GOING TO COST ME MY DICK!”
>“Anonymous, sacrifice is necessary f-”
“Fuck that!  Tartarus can have the world, I just want my dick back!”
>“Unfortunately, that’s impossible.  I’m sorry Anonymous, but it needed to be done.”
>You stare blankly ahead and then crack your skull against the wall.
>Today was a tragic day.



The story wherein I prove that I am not MD

>To be fair, life has given you a lot of lemons.
>It landed you in a strange, uncharted world with inhabitants you could never dream of.
>Talking ponies, who could have guessed?
>Too bad that they didn’t speak your language.
>Even worse that their own language is so complex that their tongues are even more sophisticated than your own.
>Safe to say, cultural exchange is totally out of the question.
>Then there was the little matter of you stealing apples, or at least something resembling them, from an apple orchard just outside of the small western-like town that you’d woken up near.
>Apparently, even if you’re starving, theft is frowned upon.
>You’re not sure how long your punishment will last, but as the door creaks open you know one thing for sure.
>You wish it already was.
>The stallion who walks in is one of your regulars, always wearing a cowboy hat and vest with large red apple emblazoned on his backside.
>Amusingly enough, he’s better dressed than you are.
>The ponies saw fit to strip you of everything before shoving you in this cell, including your clothes.
>It was awkward at first, being naked all the time, but after a few weeks you’ve gotten used to it.
>As he approaches, you walk to the cell bars and point to the door.
“Hey, you mind letting me out?”
>It never hurts to ask, but he always responds in the same way.
>The Apple Pony cocks his head to the side in confusion before laughing and shaking his head, responding back to you.
>You can almost hear it in your head.



>‘Sorry muchacho, I can’t understand a lick of what you’re saying.’
>Apple Pony’s one of the good ones, he makes sure that you’re well fed and have water if you need it.
>When you think about it, you probably ended up stealing from his orchard.
>With as rough as everyone else has been on you, the fact that the stallion has been so forgiving is a welcome surprise.
>After you eat, you hear the pony fiddle with some keys and unlock your cell.
>He notices you eyeing the open door, and gives you a warning look.
>Though he’s only half your size, you’ve been kicked in the gut by these little ponies enough times to know that being sprawled out on your back, clutching your ribs, is not a pleasant situation to be in.
>You sigh and turn your back to the cell door, allowing Apple Pony to approach you from behind.
>His hooves land in the middle of your back, his weight forcing you to bend over at the waist.
>Gritting your teeth, you give an audible grunt as the stallions bloated meat balloon slides inside your anus.
>You cried the first time.
>Hell, you cried the first dozen times.
>But you know that it will pass.
>Fifteen seconds later, after a through ass reaming, you feel Apple Pony ejaculate inside you.
>Giving an exhausted laugh, the odd creature pulls out of you and you curl into a ball on the floor, shivering.
>He gives you a long, sad look, but leaves soon after, pulling the door closed behind him.
>As the sound of his hooves grows more and more distant, you are left with the thoughts resounding in your head.



>Even if you become accustomed to the pain.
>Even if you convince yourself to ride it out.
>There’s still something inside of you that hasn’t broken yet.
>But it’s bending.
>And when it snaps, you really will be little more than an animal to these creatures.
>
>Outside the jail, Braeburn again tries to make a case to Sheriff Silverstar.
>“I feel awful sorry for the critter, keeping him locked up like that.”
>The sheriff grunts, polishing his star and then spits off to the side.
>“Critter’s dangerous.  Don’t even know what he is.”
>“Yeah, but he ain’t done no harm.”
>Silverstar stares at the earth pony for a few seconds more before slowly nodding his head.
>“I reckon you’re right.  Lets give him a few more weeks, then I’ll hand him over to you to do with as you see fit.”
>Braeburn gives the sheriff a wide grin, nodding his head excitedly.
>“I do appreciate it sheriff, I really do.”
>Another grunt is all the apple pony can get out of the lawman, so he heads back to his orchard.
>Silverstar watches Braeburn leave before sighing and turning back to the jailhouse.
>“I reckon we ought to break him in pretty quickly then.  Deputy!”
>A bumbling pony stumbles out from around the corner of the building wearing a dopey smile on his face.
>“Pass the word around that the critter’s on his way out, so if they want a ride they better come enjoy him soon.”
>The deputy grins and nods, hustling off to the saloon, leaving the sheriff alone to stare off into the distance.
>“Gotta keep this town safe, after all.  Can’t let wild critters have the run of the place.”
>He stares off for a while longer before grinning to himself and turning to head inside the jail.






Improved Magic 2: Trixie Lulumoon
>It’s been a week since what Twilight has decided to refer to as ‘The Incident’.
>That being the time you made the purple alicorn’s breasts swell from perennial petite pinpricks into truly terrifying ta-ta’s.
>After a dozen hours of frantically pouring over tomes, she finally found a way to reverse the spell, freeing you from the wonderful weight of her underbust.
>In addition, it also got rid of those ridiculous wings.
>The big ones, she still had the smaller wings she received when she ascended to Princesshood.
>Unfortunately, it also landed you in the doghouse.
>She hasn’t spoken to you all week, relaying necessary messages to you through Spike.
>The poor guy’s always tuckered out at the end of the day, running back and forth between the two of you just to spit out letters.
>As much as you dislike Twilight’s wings, this week without her has been the worst.
>So you’ve decided to take the book containing the spell to another powerful unicorn and see if you can’t work out the kinks so that she can successfully cast the spell next time.
>You rap on the wooden door and take a few steps back.
>There’s some shuffling on the other side, then the door explodes outward in a rush of sparkly purple grey smoke.
>“Who dares intrude on the Great and Powerful Trixie?”
>The roaring voice scares off the birds that had perched on top of the wagon cart and even sets you back on your heels.
“Uh, hi.  I’m Anonymous, from Ponyville?  I came to talk to you about a spell?”
>“The Great and Powerful Trixie has no need for your spells!  Begone!”
>You purse your lips together in a thin frown, glaring into the darkness and waving the book at it.
“It’s a spell Twilight Sparkle used.”



>There’s a long moment of silence before the shuffling begins again.
>Trixie stumbles out of the darkness, squinting as the light hits her eyes.
>Her mane is a mess and she looks like she hasn’t been outside in days.
“You look pretty rough around the edges there.  You okay, buddy?”
>“Trixie is not your buddy.  She has only agreed to meet with you because you have information regarding her rival, the recently ascended alicorn, Twilight Sparkle.”
>Her horn flashes blue for a moment, and you feel the book ripped from your grip.
>It hovers in front of the blue unicorn as she begins pouring over it, her eyes darting from end to end as she tries to soak in as much as she can.
“Could we talk about why I’m here before you get engrossed in that book?”
>Trixie scowls but nods, dropping the tome onto the ground and giving you a bored look.
>“Very well.  Tell Trixie your business.”
“There’s, this spell in the book that is supposed to fulfill the caster’s deepest desires…”
>You relay the ins and outs of Twilight’s fun-bag failure, earning a few grins from the self-important unicorn in the process.
>As you finish your tale, you scratch the back of your head, grinning nervously.
“So, I’m thinking that if I practice with the spell a few times, I can actually convince myself that I have a desire for Twilight to grow bigger wings.”
>With your story finished, Trixie shakes her head and smiles.
>“Trixie can see why you sought her out.  After all, the Great and Powerful Trixie’s magic is far superior compared to any other unicorn you might turn to.”
>The book glows again as Trixie begins to search through it, giving an affirmative sound a short while later.



>“Trixie believes that she has found the spell.”
>Brining a hoof to her chin, the blue unicorn’s eyes jump from line to line, a slow smile spreading across her face.
>“This is a very impressive spell.  The applications are nearly limitless.”
>The book drops with a thud and a wide smile spreads across Trixie’s face.
>“From the way you have described the spell, it has the ability to impose two desires upon the caster.  If Trixie casts this spell, you will give her wings, correct?”
>Despite your best attempts to seem positive, you can’t help but scowl as you nod.
>“Wonderful.  Then Trixie will ask to be more magically capable, thus making the Great and Powerful Trixie into the Even Greater and More Powerful Alicorn Trixie!”
“I’m… I’m pretty sure that’s not how it wor-”
>“Silence!  Trixie will begin casting the spell; you focus on giving her wings!”
“O-okay.”
>Right, wings.
>Focus on wings.
>Big, feathery, obnoxious wings.
>They’d fit her perfectly.
>As you think that, your nose twitches a little and you can’t help but scowl at the cackling unicorn.
>Who are you kidding?
>You’d rather she have a gigantic horse cock before she got wings.
>A brilliant flash of light erupts from Trixie’s horn at that very moment, washing over both of you.
>As the light fades, you can only vocalize a simple sound.
“Whoops…”
>The blue unicorn doesn’t take notice.
>“Ahha!  Trixie can feel the power surging through her!  Behold, the might of Alicorn Trixie!”
>The earth shudders as Trixie’s horn glows even brighter, trees trembling in their roots as they are very nearly torn from the sod.
>You stumble to the ground just as the shaking subsides, Trixie still cackling like a mad mare.



>“Trixie never imagined she could feel this way!  Ah!  Trixie’s wings, she must see them!”
>The unicorn mare cranes her head around several times, searching for some sign of her strangely absent feathery appendages.
>After finishing her circle, she scowls.
>“Trixie believed she asked you to think of wings for her.  Why does Trixie not have her wings?”
“M… my mind may have wandered a little…”
>Her eyes shrink to the size of pinpricks.
>You are forcibly yanked from the ground and held upside down, nose to snout, with the magical mare.
>“What do you mean, wandered?”
>At that very moment, Trixie’s face twitches, ever so slightly.
>Her scowl softens to a worried frown as she sits on her haunches and glances down between her hind legs.
>“T-Trixie isn’t going to grow colossal crotch-tits as Twilight did, is she?”
>Another twitch crosses her face as you give a sheepish grin.
“Not… exactly.”
>Before she can continue her line of questioning, Trixie’s face contorts again and the blue mare breathes in sharply through her teeth.
>Then she screams.
>It’s an ear-shattering sort of sound, causing you to cup your hands over your tender ears as she lets out an entirely unearthly wail.
>A quick glance down confirms your fears as a large bulge has made itself known between the miniature nipples that reside between her hind legs.
>The bulge shifts and grows as the seconds wear on, eventually taking a broad, swollen shape.
>As though it were being pulled out from inside her very body, inch after inch of the aforethought ‘enormous horse cock’ stretches higher and higher, finally settling with a sudden pop as an equally large pair of testicles drop from her middle.
>All told, Trixie’s mammoth monster is about a foot and a half long, maybe a little less, bobbling violently as her body heaves to receive fresh oxygen.
>Several tense moments pass before Trixie fixes you with a glare.



>“What.  Have.  You.  Done.  To.  TRIXE!?”
>You flinch, fearing terrible magical retribution.
“I told you, my mind wandered!  I can’t help it!”
>With a telekinetic force that very nearly tears your arms out of your sockets, Trixie pulls your hands away from your face.
>“Fix this, NOW!”
“Right!  Right, the counter spell, um, let’s see…”
>With Trixie, angry, help you manage to piece together what you remember from last week.
>Trixie looks none too pleased at the prospect of losing her magical might.
>But one look down at her dangling dong assures the unicorn pony that it’s the right decision.
>“You owe Trixie for this, human.”
>With that warning, Trixie closes her eyes and you’re left watching as her horn goes from a subtle glow to a blinding shine.
>Before you feel the magic overtake you, however, it sputters out, fading in an instant.
>And with it, the telekinetic barrier that was holding you in place.
“Waa-”
>You manage to screech before getting a mouthful of dirt.
>Above your head, you can hear the currently all powerful unicorn panicking.
>“T-Trixie doesn’t understand!  She can’t complete the spell!”
>What?
“WHAT?”
>Settling her lips in a frown, the magician pony closes her eyes again.
>She grits her teeth as the magical glow begins to increase in intensity before again fading.
>Glancing away, Trixie averts her eyes and mumbles under her breath,
>“Trixie is getting… urges when she closes her eyes.  They’re too distracting for her to finish the spell.”
“Urges… what?”
>Anger flares in the unicorn’s eyes as she snarls up at you.
>The magic surrounds your body again, causing you to feel tingly all over.
>You’re quickly forced into a seated position and your pants torn away from your body.
>“Trixie will be taking what is owed to her now!”
>Panic sets in as you eye the turgid tallywhacker.



“No!  Please!”
>Trixie doesn’t seem to notice as she continues to exert enough force to hold you down.
>In a desperate attempt to save yourself, you cover your eyes with your hands, knowing it will do you no good.
>Farewell sweet anus… it’s unfortunate that things had to go to shit like this.
>At once, a warm heat surrounds your own comparably conservative chode.
>Peeking through your fingers, you see the Aroused and Needy Trixie lowering herself onto you.
>Her eyes dart up to meet yours, a red tinge seeping into her cheeks.
>“D-do not observe the G-Great and Powerful Trixie as she performs her tricks!”
>You immediately slam your fingers shut and decide to ride out the terrifying ordeal.
>It’s another ten minutes before Trixie groans in frustration.
>“Human!  It’s not working!”
“What do you expect me to do about it?”
>“You, you have one of these things!  Trixie demands that you release her urges, or she will find a way to do it herself!”
>Your sphincter clenches tight as an airlock door at the thought of Trixie exploring her baser urges on your body.
>Peeling your fingers away from your eyes, you reach down and try not to squirm as you touch the smooth, supple skin of Trixie’s magical meat stick.



>It takes a little while to get accustomed to jerking off someone else’s prolific pecker, but eventually you feel Trixie squirm on top of you.
>The shaft bloats even more than you thought was possible, and you are suddenly pelted by a hailstorm of spunk as it rockets into the air and the crashes against the ground.
>Everything within three meters is coated in unnatural blue goo eerily reminiscent of the color of Trixie’s magic.
>The Exhausted and Physically Drained Trixie slumps against your body, but you’re having none of this post-coitus cuddling.
>Leaving the insane mare to undo the spell herself, you grab the book and hurry back to town, wiping off gunk as you go.
>As you spit slime from your mouth, you mutter under your breath,
“I should have gone to Rarity with this.  At least she would have been a lady.”