Present for Cog

>You are Cog, writer extraordinaire; the only human stranded in Equestria.
>Due to an ironic clerical mix-up at the interdimensional bureau of >rape, you were transported to the magical land about which you had written in your fanfics.
>It was a blessing and a curse.
>You had to deal with the yellow fiend, Fluttershy , daily.
>But you also got to be a lightning powered super soldier werewolf.
>So it was kind of balanced.
>It’s about time for her daily fetish attempt.
>To be honest, you don’t even care about horsefucking.
>You’ve offered to comply with her advances multiple times.
>But she produced a warrant for >rape from the bureau.
>Apparently she’s paid to do her job of guessing your fetish.
>And she's not authorised to have consentual sex with you otherwise.
>It’s a bit of fun, you guess.
>It certainly spices up your day in horse land.
>You start your day as usual, smoking a bit of your “inspiration herb.”
>It makes you nice and mellow.
>It’s how you get all your best ideas.
>You sit down at what you think is your writing desk when...
>*KNOCK KNOCK*
>Well, it’s time.
>You shift into wolf form.
“ARRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” You howl.
>”EEK!”
>Yeah, it’s Fluttershy at the door.
>You’d know that yelp anywhere.
>You rip the door open off its hinges with your superhuman strength.
“Little girl, little girl, won’t you come in?” You growl in your gravelly wolf voice.
>Fluttershy stands quivering at your doorstep.
>Her knees shake and knock against each other.
>”H-hello, M-Mister Cog... My... What big teeth you have!”
“All the better to eat you with, my dear.”
>And now she just fluttered herself.
>You’ll have to clean that up later.
>It takes her a few seconds to stop crying and muster enough courage to speak to you again.
>”I-I’m here to g-guess your fetish... if that’s ok with you...”
“There’s no need for that, Fluttershy.”
>You lean down close on all fours and place your snout next to her ear.
>She’s paralyzed in fear, and daren’t move a muscle.
>You inhale deeply.
>You can smell her fear.
>It’s so arousing in wolf form.
>Almost like it was what you were made for.
>You let out your breath gently in a bestial growl.
“After all, I’ve said before, all you need to do is ask...”
>You give her neck a lick with your broad tongue.
>She squeaks in response.
>But it also seems to snap her out of her daze.
>She quickly spreads her wings and takes to the sky, backing away from you.
>”B-but I’ve found your fetish this time! I found it from a reliable source! The internet!”
>Curses!
>If it’s written on the internet, it must be true!
>She may have found out your hidden fetish this time.
>You reach a paw behind your back and reach into your miniskirt.
>You start petting your toy train.
>It’s ok. She hasn’t found it.
>She’s bluffing.
“Oh, really? So, where did you find this information?”
>”Well Twilight let me use her computer, and she showed me this place called 4chains?”
“4chan” You subconsciously correct.
>”Y-yeah. And I managed to see all those stories you wrote about me! I found it so arousing how you treated me like dirt...”
>She’s starting to leak all over your front lawn.
>”And... And then... Some really kind writers managed to tell me your fetish! They put it into one big google document for easy reference!”
>Oh shit.
>She actually found that thing.
>She’s telling the truth...
>If she’s got...
>”So I brought someone along to get you in the mood! And once you’ve finished, you’ll be ready for me!”
>She waves a yellow hoof towards the side of your house.
>Right on cue, a massive brown stallion emerges from around the corner.
>He’s absolutely gigantic.
>He wears a blue and white striped cap, and a red neckerchief.
>And a tutu.
>It compliments his huge, rippling muscles, which you can clearly see underneath his sleek fur.
>You can’t help but think about how much power must be contained within those tight sinews, just waiting to be released...
>”Randy here pulls the train from Canterlot to Appleoosa! He’s a draft p0ny who agreed to help me.” Fluttershy explains.
>The magnificent stallion doffs his hat.
>”Howdy, Partner... I hear you’re lookin’ for a train ride.” He says in a deep, rumbling voice.
>Oh no.
>That word!
>THAT’S YOUR TRIGGER WORD.
“Train? Trains?? TRAINS?! TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS!”
>You howl to the heavens.
>You’ve been sent into a frenzy.
>Your mind is clouded with memories of that fateful train ride you had one day.
>You were on your way home from school when it happened.
>A virgin 12 year old, you were barely on the cusp of manhood.
>Your first time was supposed to be loving; gentle.
>But alas, it never happened that way.
>With a monumental stroke of bad luck, it just happened to be the day of the national child rapist and trainspotter’s convention in your town.
>The entire carriage was filled with horny males, unable to contain their lust for well timed public transport or you in your schoolgirl sailor outfit.
>As one they advanced upon your vulnerable, tender, young body.
>With reckless abandon they ravaged you, taking it in turns to plow each and every orifice they could fit into.
>Two in your mouth, one in your ass.
>They pistoned back and forth like one big, well oiled organic fucking machine.
>They showed no mercy, filling you up with their seemingly endless supply of sperm.
>And the worst part was...
>You liked it.
>You relished the taste of their cum as it dribbled from the sides of your mouth.
>You tried as hard as you could to savour every drop, licking it up when your mouth wasn’t plugged full with man meat.
>When the train stopped at its final destination, the men were gone.
>They had left you sprawled on the floor, covered in white sticky goo, your clothes torn and tattered.
>You had to walk home in what was left of your wrecked outfit, cum seeping out of your stretched asshole the entire way, leaving a snail trail behind you.
>When you told your therapist years later about the experience, they asked you why you hadn’t gotten any assistance or any police involvement.
>But when has anything in your life made sense?
>So here you are in Equestria, feeling your doggy dick bone slide out from its hiding place deep within you.
>As your mind replays the pornographic memory, your body moves on its own.
>Randy, upon seeing your erection, turned around, kneeling with his front legs and pushing his ass in the air.
>Even the biggest stallions can’t measure up to your humanoid stature.
>But Randy is trying.
>You place your meaty paw-like hands upon his withers.
>He grunts at your rough touch.
>Good. He can handle what you’re about to do next.
>Your canine member leaks pre-cum, eager for insertion into your partner.
>You position yourself behind Randy.
>You can see from your vantage point that his shaft has emerged from its sheath, and is also leaking erotic liquid.
>It pleases you to see that he’s eager and willing.
>It’ll make it all the more sweet when he finds out what you’re going to do to him.
>You slide yourself into his marshmallow butthole.
>The puckered ring stretches easily to accommodate your girth.
>He groans with delight.
>Well if he likes being stretched out, he’s going to love what happens next.
>Once you’re fully hilted you feel it’s time to proceed to the next step.
>Your knot inflates at the base of your cock.
>It locks you within your partner, stretching him out to his limits.
>He groans and grunts in pain, gritting his teeth to withstand the pain.
>You lick your lips, enjoying the taste of his mixture of pleasure and torment.
>You let your cock lie within him for a little while.
>It’d do you no good to rush and tear something valuable.
>Either way, you’re stimulating his prostate with your massive knot.
>He shudders occasionally at the sensation provided by even your micromovements as you stand inside him.
>You lean over him and whisper into his ear,
“You ready?”
>He nods. It’s all he can manage against the tidal wave of sensation he has to fight against right now.
>You start off slow, thrusting into him gently to get a feeling of how deep you can go.
>You feel no resistance.
>He’s well practiced and he cleaned himself out for you.
“Good boy.” You praise him.
>”T-thank you...” He whispers to you.
>You push further into his depths.
>Over and over you pound his anus, admiring the wonderful squishing noise that it makes.
>His tail flags and tickles your nipples.
>He’s teasing you.
>You decide to step it up.
>With a well practiced hand you take out your toy train and jam it up your ass at the speed of Sanic.
>It tickles you in all the right places.
>You should know, you’ve done that enough times.
“ARROOOOO!” You howl.
>And with your resounding emanation, you switch on the power in your knot.
>The fur on Randy’s back shoots up straight as the current from your cock shocks him.
>”BRBRBRRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR”
>The only sound now that you hear is the sweet sound of electricity coursing through your victim.
>It also stimulates you in a way only you can appreciate.
>The feeling of it coming back to you through the tip of your member; it’s indescribable.
>You can feel every vein through which the lightning has passed.
>The feeling of intimacy is unlike anything else.
>For your partner, though...
>It’s not so pleasurable.
>He convulses in pain, limbs flailing every which way as he’s held aloft on your rod.
>”BRBRBRBRBRBRBBR”
>That’s the only noise that comes out of his mouth as you shock him.
>But it’s ok.
>You’re close to finishing now anyway.
>You look over to Fluttershy.
>She’s mashing her clit furiously to your “lovemaking.”
>Lying on her back, you get a full view of her p0ny cunt.
>You’re going to pound that pussy just as soon as you’re done here.
>With a few more thrusts you feel the edge of your climax coming tantalizingly close.
>”ARRRROOOO QUACK!”
>Your orgasmic quacking kicks in again as you dump your load deep within Randy.
>It’s a medical condition that you can’t help.
>You fear that it makes you sound silly, but you can’t stop it.
>It happens every time, and usually attracts ducks.
>Randy slumps to the ground off your deflating knot, eyes rolled back in his head as your electric spooge gives him tiny shocks to his rectum.
>He twitches occasionally, but you think he’s going to be out for a while.
>You take the opportunity to pick him up and lift him up over a knee.
>You slam his spine down on your leg and hear it shatter.
>That's sure to rustle some jimmies.
>Now it’s just you and Fluttershy.
>"B-but... Why?!"
"Because >feels. QUACK." Is your only response.
>She looks up at you, terrified after she saw what you did to Randy.
>She doesn’t look so eager to have sex with you now.
>”Did... Did you quack just now?!”
>You advance upon her menacingly.
“Open up little pig, let me come in...”
>From her position on the floor, hoof still glued to her nethers, she adds another hoof to try and block your access.
>”N-not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!”
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff and I’ll...”
>”STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM.” A commanding voice bellows from behind you.
>Another human stands behind you in some kind of military uniform.
>They hold out some kind of official badge, no doubt proof of their authority and status.
“What seems to be the problem, officer?”
>”We detected that you were about to perform the act of non-consensual sex on one of our employees. We take these kinds of offences very seriously at the IBR.”
“The IBR?”
>”The Interdimensional Bureau of >Rape, Mr Cog. I believe you have had dealings with us before.”
“Uh...”
>”And as such, you should be aware that all rape attempts must be filed in triplicate three weeks prior to the event taking place.”
>”Um...”
>”In addition to this, all employees involved must approve of the act and method by which you perform it.”
”But... how can it be >rape if it’s approved by the rapee?”
>”That’s not my problem, Mr Cog.”
>It doesn’t make sense!
>It’s a logical impossibility!
>When has anything in your life made sense?
>The human walks up to you and places you in handcuffs.
>Fluttershy suddenly looks very relieved and lets out a deep breath.
>”Thank you for your help, officer.”
>”No problem, Ma’am. Have a nice day.”
>You’re teleported away to the nearest dimensional rift where you are held in custody.
>Eventually you are charged with attempted rape and failure to produce documentation when asked.
>You get off on a plea of insanity, but are assigned to Twilight Sparkle for supervision and counselling.
>Either way, it looks like today you won’t be
>Fucking Fluttershy.