The Edging of Tomorrow [A collab by 8th, Derpyous and Steg]

>Day “PlayMare” in Satyrville
>This Lyra centerfold is fucking great.
>You’re really getting into this, panting and sweating.
>The lights begin to dim as you get closer to the edge!
>About to cum onside, aim for her face!
>You blast your baby gravy all over the centrefold then you’re hit with an overwhelming, lightheaded feeling as you fall back onto your bed.
>BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
>Fucking alarm clock.
>Bringing your fist down to silence it, you then scan the room to see that it’s morning!
“What the fuck happened?” You ask the empty room.
>Checking the calendar you see it’s the 26th of July.
“Holy shit…”
>That can only mean one thing… YOU HAVE TIME TRAVELLING SEMEN DEMONS IN YOUR PENIS.

“I have to cum inside,” you shout as you run outside with a newfound, lust filled drive.
>With your pants off and your dick flopping about like one of those swimming noodles you charge down the street, waving to mares and stallions with your off-hand as you pump with your right.
>”Oh my Celestia, Anon, what the hay?” BonBon asks as you get close.
“DON’T WORRY MY DICK CAN GO BACK IN TIME.”
>BonBon looks at you funny and backs away quickly.
>Where would Rainbow Dash be?
>Most likely training to be a Wonderbolt in the park!
>Your suspicions are confirmed when you see her in the middle of the park, stretching in that tight wonderbolt outfit.
>With Anon Jr saluting as you rush over to her as quick as you can. You make sure to edge along the way to get yourself ready but still fight the urge with all your willpower to keep it in.
>You’re sailing across the wet grass toward her at the speed of pumping meat.
>As you close on your target you pounce, your dick leading you in a grand arc through the air.
>With extreme dexterity you mount RD, shoving her face into the grass.
>”What the hay Anon?!” She shrieks in her raspy, dyke voice.
>You shove yourself into her, not bothering to remove her clothes because with a dick this hard, not even tight spandex can keep your from penetrating Dashie’s tunnel of love.
>Channeling your inner Randy Savage you shout “OH YEEEEAH.” and cum inside her, dick lodged in her suit-covered vagina.
>And then it all goes black.

>BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
>You slamdunk the alarm clock, shutting it off then you sit up as a wide and malicious grin creeps across your face.
>Quickly, you look to your calendar and sure enough it’s still the 26th of July.
>With this new power, nobody or pony can stop you.
>You could rape, steal and turkey slap anyone you felt like and never get in trouble so long as you have your pump-action prick primed.
>The only question that remains now is who you should commit a felony in now?
>Applehips?
>Marshmallow Poon?
>Sunbutt?
>THE ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES. With the exception of the fillies. And the colts. And animals.
>You might technically be a rapist now, but you’re no filly fondling faggot. Or gay. Or into cows.
>Today, you want some apple pie so you decide to rush over the apple farm.
>You’re going to show that earth pony peasant who’s boss.
>This time you stealth it up, keeping your pants on.
>There’s big red to think about.
>You doubt he’s just going to let you ravish his sister and get away with it.
>Also, the old lady has quite a set of lungs so she might alert someone if she sees you coming up the orchard, dick in hand.
>Yeah, quite the set of lungs on that one… Gums too.

>Once again you see BonBon walking the street, and Dash is in the park practicing in her wonderbolts costume.
>This only confirms that your Herman the one-eyed German can time travel like Doc Brown and Marty McFly.
>PERFECT!
>You sidle on up to Sweet Apple Acres, finding AJ bucking apples as usual.
>Good thing she’s close to the gate,fuck walking, especially with a rising erection.
“Hey Applejack.”
>”Hey Anon, how ya been. Heard about you and R--”
>She shuts up the second you unzip your pants to reveal your pulsating pink pillar of penile power.
>”Whoa whoa whoa! We got saplings around! Think of the apples and cover ya self up.”
“They won’t remember a thing after I blind them with splooge!”
>You push her out of the way and dunk Captain Winky in a barrel of apples, cumming and then blacking out as you hear a remorseful cry of “MAH APPLES!”…

>BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
>It’s STILL July the 26th.
>Hell yeah, you still got it!
“I gotta admit, I love this new power! I’d kiss you but… well, if I could do that, then I never would have been seen again after hitting puberty. Come on big guy, we’ve got some sexy time travelling to do.”
>Today you’re in the mood for something sweet, like cupcakes.
>Jerking off into Pinkie’s morning breakfast sounds like a good idea.
>You head over to Sugarcube Corner, pants up again.
>Along the way, you give Bon-bon and Rainbow a wave as you pass them on your way.
>As you enter the bakery, the bell chimes out and the fuzzy pink menace bounces out to greet you.
>”HEY NONNY WANT SOME--”
“Move bitch, get out the way!”
>As you push Pinkie aside, you get a perfect view of your target, a half eaten eclair Pinkie had been eating.
>For a full breakfast, she would need a top up of cream.
>Not wasting a second or drop, you plunge your all-beef thermometer into the confectionary delight with the white hot passion of 1,000 french men and ejaculate upon entry. As usual.
“UGGUUU~” You shout as the lights dim.

>BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
>The waves of exhaustion fall off you as you pull yourself from bed, glaring at the alarm.
>Sure enough a quick check of your calendar confirms it is still the 26th.
>After your previous delights, you’re really going to have to step up your game.
>Putting your Crotch Cowboy on a one way express ride on the Twilight Train sounds great.
>Pulling on your clothes you rush out the door, feet pounding the streets as you make a beeline for the library.
“Howdy BonBon!” You shout, rushing past her toward the library ignoring her cringe in response.
>The door is open when you arrive, and you bust right in (AND YOU’RE ABOUT TO BUST AGAIN).
>Your insatiable lust cannot be denied!
>Carefully you close the door as gently as possible, listening carefully for the click as the latch sets in place.
>Backing up a few paces you charge headlong at the door screaming with all the fury you can muster as you make a dynamic entry.
>Twilight jumps in surprise, falling out of the chair she was sat in knocking over the stack of books she had stacked up on the table around her.
>”Anon what the hay I’m trying to read!” Twilight shouts, looking up.
“Ay gurl, I like dem glasses.”
>”W-what? What are you saying Anon, I’m not wearing any glasses. You’re not making any sense!”
>There it is, a golden opportunity lying untouched, pristine on the table.
>A book filled with yellowed pages, its handwriting all pretty curves.
>It would be a hell of a shame if Twilight lost her place, what she needs is a good bookmark.
>You take out the pulsing python and swiggity-swoggity past her, aiming for the tome.
 >She tries to bat you away with a fallen book just as you get close, the impact sending you over the edge.
>It’s a long shot but you can see the arc as you splatter cum inside the dusty pages.
>Bad end.

>BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
>26th of July.
>No surprise there.
>You can’t help but wonder if your Magic Johnson can do other tricks.
>The next twenty minutes or so are spent by you swishing and flicking the shit out of your Fat Albert like it’s Harry Potter’s wand.
“Wingardium Leviosa,” you shout as a final attempt to produce some kind of magic.
>Defeated, you decide to head out into the town to find a new target to plant your seed in.
>When you step outside, you’re hit in the face by a poster.
>It’s a picture of a blue mare, smiling in a hat and wizard robe.
>”The great and powerful Trixie,” it reads!
>You laugh to yourself as fate has clearly sent this to guide your zipper ripper.
>Soon she’ll be the embarrassed and cum-drenched Trixie!
>You arrive at the wagon just outside of Ponyville.
>A crowd is already there.
>You’ve grown to love audiences!
>”NOW FOR MY NEXT TRICK I WILL NEED A VOLUNTEER.”
>You raise your hand, jump up and down while squealing “pick me” like a little schoolgirl at her senpai’s cover band’s performance.
>Trixie rolls her eyes and because there doesn’t seem to be any other volunteers, she’s forced to pick you.
>”Yes you, the giant wailing gorilla.”
>Oh no she didn’t!

>You’re going to give her the triple-slap of justice technique you developed after that one time at Rarity’s.
>You never intended to coat on the cat, she just got in the way!
>Now that it’s on, you stomp up the stairs to her spot on the stage, stroking the denim outer walls that contain your mayonnaise revolver.
>She looks at you in disgust.
>Oh, this bitch is just asking for it.
>Worst pony you’ve sexual assaulted today. Even those who are a part of the rape culture would be disgusted at you for what you’re about to do.
>You get real close to her, then springing forward, giving her the spinning wang-slap.
>She’s tossed aside by the force of your dong.
>”That all you got?”
“Yee.”
>You whip it out and starting beating like a furious african playing the bongos or an Australian and his didgeridoo.
>Trixie uses her magic to throw her hat over your wand.
>”WAIT! Don’t finish in that, it’s a family heirloom!”
>You squint at her as she begins to sweat.
>The whole time, you’ve kept stroking Gandalf’s the White’s staff.
“You can’t stop rumpleforeskin,” you jeer as you throw the hat to the side.
>No longer obstructed, your white hot justice sails through the air.
>Time seems to slow down as it inches closer to Trixie.
>Trixie is frozen in her place, watching it with wide and mortified eyes.
>You’ve begun to feel like headed as the time travel begins to kick in but you hold on with all your will.
>You’ve got to see this.
>You NEED this.
>Trixie begins to dry reach as your love paste collides with her horn.
>She proceeds to shake around, trying to purge her body of your fun-goo
>You start laughing as the lights fade away again.

>BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
>As you climb out of bed, you don’t bother to check the calendar. You already know you’re a time travelling trouser tickler.
>BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER POSSIBLE EXPLANATION.
>You scratch your head as you head outside.
>As you gaze over the town and all the ponies as they go about their daily business, you try and think of who or what to wha-blammo on.
>Nothing comes to mind.
>It feels like you’ve came in, on and at it all.
>Every single pony in down and damn-near every still object.
>Walls, windows, food, butts, everything.
>If ejaculation was how men claimed their territory, it’s fair to say that you’d be the new princess in Ponyville.
>You could use your balls as wings or something and it’s obvious what the horn would be.
>Who haven’t you tried yet… ?
>Wait.
>You look to the East.
>There, a red school house.
>Do you dare?
>During the beginning of your quest, you said no fillies but there’s a much greater fetish awaiting you up there.
>You dare.
>As you charge toward the school, you reach a level of determination that’s only been seen in Liam Neeson’s movies when his family gets kidnapped.
>That kind of, ‘I’m gonna get shit done and there ain’t no fucker who can stop me!’
>With extreme prejudice you jump through the window, catching everyone off guard.
>Luckily not a single shard of glass hit your dick.
“I’VE COME FOR MY EXTRACURRICULAR STUDIES MISS CHEERILEE,” you scream as you penetrate the teacher while she was writing on the board.
>She squeals, and the fillies follow suit.
>The tightness of her bookend send you up the wall, cumming inside her.
>You black out…

>You blink your eyes open to the the blue sky above.
>SHIT!
>Why aren’t you in your bed?
>Did your dick run out of juice?
>This is just like groundhog day except you never even learnt the play the fucking piano!
>You look around, panicking until you notice there is a filly not too far from you doing… something.
“Hey! You, over there.”
>The little filly turns to you, curly red mane shifting.She’s got glasses and her teeth are geared up to look like a cheese grater.
>Totally natural for a horse.
>Twist turns to you and smiles.
>”Oh good. You’re alright,” she squeaks in a higher pitch than Sweetie Belle.
>A little blood leaks out of your ear.
“What am I doing out here? I should be in my bed.”
>”Well, aft-phbt-ter you assaulted Miss Cheerilee, she ran off and us little fillies aren’t strong enough to carry you home.”
>You sit up off the ground and stretch out until you feel that pleasurable crack.
“Why would you guys take me home?”
>”That’s-phfbt what every pony has been doing for the past month.”
>The little shit continues to ramble on but you’ve zoned out as you piece the final things together.
>Aside from the calendar, there was no proof it was still the same day.
“WHAT DAY IS IT?” You shout at the poor kid.
>“I-It’s the 26th-”
“Oh thank god,” you say with relief.
>”Of Augus-pfft.”
>You face goes deadpan as all your hope and optimism is gone.
>There isn’t much that you haven’t ejaculated on or in, you won’t be surprised if you’ve gotten half the town pregnant.
”All those rape charges, all those pregnancies,” you mutter to yourself in horror.
>So many satyrs and/or centaurs.
>The filly leans in close, her braces brushing against your earlobe, spittle raining down on your ear as she breathes.
>”I think I’ll name mine Tootsie Roll,” the little bastard squeals.
>Then she lowers her voice to a whisper.
>”What a twist.”