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- >Day estrus in P0nyville.
- >You've heard stories about this time of the year.
- >Horrible, horrible stories of the things that happen to unwitting stallions.
- >Applejack's rape dungeon.
- >Twilight's [INDEX] room.
- >Pinkie's "special cupcakes."
- >These thoughts give you chills.
- >Luckily for you, you're a human.
- >And estrus only effects mare's intent with stallions.
- >There's no way they'd be attracted to a big ape man.
- >Rarity pretty much said that straight to your face when you first met.
- >The only one who'd be remotely interested would be...
- >You-know-who...
- >You finish your morning routine and stroll confidently out the door.
- >You take a deep breath and get a lung-full of that nice country air.
- Time to go see my friends.
- >As you StruttinLeo.png down the road leading to P0nyville, you feel a strange sensation in the back of your mind.
- >It feels like you're being watched.
- >Must just be Saffron Apprehensive.
- >She was probably just late to her knocking appointment with your door.
- >You pay it no mind and continue down the road.
- >You arrive at the heart of P0nyville to find it largely deserted.
- >The marketplace is a ghost town and there's hardly a mare in sight.
- >You guess this estrus thing is a bigger deal than you originally thought.
- >You're about to turn around and head back home when...
- >You feel that:
- >"Fluttershy-just-got-a-wingboner-and-is-stroking-to-the-thought-of-you-covered-in-molasses" feeling again.
- >You look back over your shoulder and notice that a herd of mares has formed behind you.
- >They're all sauntering over to you seductively with bedroom eyes.
- >"Aaaaaaanoooooon..." They moan your name in a cacophony of pitch.
- >You tense up. You've heard many a moan like these before.
- >Since you were such a stud and all back home.
- Oh, my... Girls, would you look at the time...
- >You mime looking at your wrist as if you were wearing a watch.
- >Oh right, you ARE wearing a watch.
- >It's your novelty 'half-past-rape' watch that you bought online before you got transported here.
- >Why the hell did you think that wearing that today would be a good idea?
- >You take off running back to your house.
- >Gotta go fast!
- >Pegasi are flying full speed, dive-bombing your ankles like mortar shells.
- >Zaps of unicorn magic are whizzing by your head and striking the ground around you.
- >The earth under your feet is trembling with a stampede of hooves.
- >You wish you had a second to take in what was going on.
- >You'd bet you look pretty fucking awesome right now.
- >Finally, you make it inside your house.
- >You lock the door and slam as much furniture against it as you can.
- >For the first time since you moved in, you appreciate the miniature size of your home.
- >There was only one door, and the only window was too small for p0nies to squeeze through.
- >You slump up against the wall farthest from the door and sigh in relief.
- >There's a pounding on your door and more moaning from outside.
- >You curl up and tremble.
- >How long could you hold out?
- >Why is this happening to you?
- >How long did estrus last, anyway?
- >Who WAS the Mysterious Mare-Do-Well?
- >You're jolted from your thought process by a slamming against your door.
- >You shakily crawl backwards into the corner as your ears are flooded with the sounds of horny mares.
- >"Aaanooooooon..."
- >The door rumbles and shakes.
- >"Aaanooooooon..."
- >You're sweating and shivering, praying for the door to hold.
- >There's a constant, lethargic beating on your door now.
- >Each quake shakes the mish-mashed furniture blocking the door, scooting it towards you several inches.
- >You want to brace the door, but all your possessions are already piled up.
- >With one final heave, your door bursts open, sending furniture in your direction.
- >You want to scream and run, but you're paralyzed with dread.
- >The black mass of p0ny desire moves to swallow you whole.
- >This was it.
- >You were going to get raped to the bone.
- >Goodbye Mother.
- >You're being smothered by the black shadowy mass that is every mare in P0nyville.
- >You close your eyes and surrender yourself to the will of lust.
- >But...
- >Nothing happens.
- >You open your eyes and stare blankly at the group in front of you.
- >They're all lying on their backs and looking up at you expectantly.
- >"Aaaaanoooooon... We want belly rubs..."
- >wut
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