Title:           safeststallmanfic
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 24th of October 2015 01:43:11 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 24th of October 2015 01:43:11 PM CDT

Once upon a time, Richard Stall-“The Wall”-man was lamenting the recent and devastating loss of his digital divegrass team. He had retreated into his own corner of the dark web in order to brood. His skills as a goalie had pushed every fibre of his being and even now - after the fanfare of the opposing team - his stalwart abs, wide as masculinity will allow, beaded with a dewy, musky afterglow of the most physical of competitions. But though his body was rippling and taut, it was yet not enough to stop the onslaught of /mlp/’s Best Pony and >rape. The humiliation of being outplayed by a cancer containment board had taunted his very soul.
 
Thus, Richard falls to melancholy. The wall had crumbled to a ruin. He stared longingly into the void of bitcoin transactions and child porn collections of his corner of the dark web and gave a deep, guttural sigh.
 
But the sigh was punctuated by a familiar but not entirely invited ejaculation: “I just don’t know what went wrong...”
There stood the star goalie of the team that had served Stallman’s severe beatdown, the Safest Hooves herself. Her slender frame was toned to a perfection that even the most staunch of rivals couldn’t help but take note. She was his complete antithesis; where she was spry and flexible he was stout and unmoving. Their bodies had both achieved a form in complete alignment with their psyche - both having achieved the peak of physical forms of their respective spheres of influence, yet those spheres were so diametrically opposed they could never overlap… or could they?
 
She had made the first move, having invaded his domicile. Her first utterance, amongst clinched lips, intruded upon his respite yet carried with it a message that resonated deeply within the muscled hulk of a man. It was only now that he realized his most reviled rival had shared his deepest angst. In the heated moments of the pre-game, key decisions were made that would make or break the performance of the upcoming show of force. Two teams of ripped muscle took to the field of olympiad battle, yet one spectacular show of force had failed to perform and the perfection of the female form was left out.
 
Humiliation had wrapped itself around the two champions of the divegrass field, drawing them ever closer. Despite the circumstances that fate had doled out to these two souls - the found a mutual attraction. The glint of Derpy’s just off-center eye, the user-unfriendliness of Stallman’s favored software -- slowly becoming hardware upon the realization that the mare in front of her had more in common with him than any creature ever encountered before. Was nobody in this realm perfect? Did both seek a kind of perfection only to be usurped by the powers that be? The walls that had separated these two competitors slowly crumbled as did the indomitable spirit once held by “The Wall.”
 
 But with the old spirit gone, dedicated to a mere game - pointless effort made into physical form by their wasted effort, a new spirit took hold. This spirit found its form within the amber eyes of the inviting mare. Her breath getting slower after making her presence known to the absolute mass of depressed muscle. Despite his deflated status, he found second wind within the form of the grey presence before him. His arms, seemingly moving on their own, moved to embrace the voluptuous pony that had beset him.
 
Interrupting her greeting, her face was immediately flush with immense desire. She felt the intensity of his commitment as he drew her closer to his herculean form. Her breath was stolen, but replaced by the heaving tempest that bellowed forth from the gargantuan goalie. The slow undulation of his powerful form against her tightened breasts slowly filled her entire body, starting from her neck and slowly making its way towards her nethers, with the undeniable pleasure of being held by one who truly empathized with her very being.
 
Their connection could not be severed. This bond between pony and man reverberated throughout the dark web and created a ripple that would be felt throughout the cosmos. She shuddered as he felt his manhood erupt from its long rest - bolstered by the testosterone repressed by a thousand sporting events. His pent up girth cried out for release, and Derpy Hooves burned with a white hot passion that had taken over her entire lion -- a torturous eternity passed between the initial embrace and the sweet nothings he whispered into her ear. She was ready long before the words pierced her solace and drove her to a maddening lust.
 
“My goal, my eternal bastion, has been forever tainted by those who have betrayed your trust... will you entreat me with the embrace of yours?”
 
No words would ever be needed, the intensity of her stare - locked dead on with the deepest dark of Stallman’s eyes - could see beyond his shame. Their connection lacked but one critical component -- the carnal embrace.
 
Both parties dripping from anticipation, nods exchanged only as a formal afterthought, he thrust himself upon the grey, bubbly pony. She felt her most sacred of sanctuaries being slowly but surely enveloped by a giant, throbbing manhood. The pressure built as did the intensity of her need and her absolute depravity in the face of of carnal embrace built to a critical mass. His cock rubbed itself against the folds of her gaping pussy, making its rounds over and over again against the circumference of her swollen marehood.
 
 And then, with godly dexterity, he penetrated her deepest regions with one fell swoop. He plunged straight into her being. His entire length engulfed by the firm, yielding embrace of the mare who had lost her sanity in the absolute ecstasy of the intrusion of her deepest grip. Her cervix was suddenly assaulted by the titanic python of this god of divegrass. She clinched, hard, driving the god to the peak of his mortal coil -- forever securing her a place among this pantheon of sexual constitution.
 
“More…” she had groaned in the slowest, most base of responses. Her instincts immediately taken over, gyrating her hips around the pillar of meat currently filling her insides to the brim. They both paused, at the height of arousal, but only for a brief eternity. A flood of fluids burst forth from the partners as they had finally reached the peak of stimulation. Stallman, having regained his composure first, started pumping into the receptive cavern, the depths of which were freshly explored by his member.
 
Over and over did The Wall shove his slickened tower into his goal. Derpy Hooves, in a state of indescribable bliss as a gargantuan mass spread her very body apart, was entirely oblivious to the multitude of goals being scored against her. This was no longer a trite competition of numbers based on an arbitrary system of awards, this was true passion. This was a game with no losers that they could both win. This was heaven incarnate.
 
Stallman’s pulsating length could only stand so much. Despite the legendary performance given to Derpy’s salivating privates, the inevitability of their work of passion was felt within his very core. A pressure felt by both parties as they reached a climax that could only be described by the most tantalizing of epic poetry. Sing to me, ‘o muse, of the eternal burning pyre that builds the passion felt between this bulwark of a man and goddess of the night.
The culmination of this passion was felt beyond the meager realms in which these two mortal, yet digital, beings resided. The explosion of sexual prowess was felt like supernovae, one after the other, as Stallman pumped his seed into the awaiting beauty of his universe. All of their previous worries had melted away as their collective orgasm washed away the stresses of the virtual divegrass. The afterglow of their lovemaking could satisfy mere mortals for a lifetime, but these two immortal souls of the sexual plane of existence only desired more.
 
“More…” Stallman replied in sheer retaliation of the mere physical being, as his undulations began anew. He continued his pounding into Derpy’s huge tract of land as he slipped between her g-spot and the cleavage of her crotch-tits. This doubling-up of her most sensitive of regions drove her beyond the realms of madness to an existential happiness -- all to give herself back to her partner as she gripped harder than she could ever imagine amongst the constant assault Stallman was able to provide to the precious jewel of her body.
 
He finally found respite in the eventual culmination of their combined lust. The flood of ecstasy as they simultaneously came for the second time placed both of these souls into a higher plane, beyond the reach of what they thought was possible for two beings to share. They both panted hard against each other’s chest and barrel, their breath exchanged as a hearty thanks for each of their efforts - as they had finally confirmed their carnal desires in each other. These two goalies would have to forever hide their mutual trust in their rival - as they both felt comfortable enough to fall to slumber within each other’s unbreakable embrace.  
 
Unfortunately, their eternal peace only interrupted by the invisible hands invading both of their assholes simultaneously, as in the peace of their supposedly final embrace did the Jackie Chan Tulpa decide to take what he felt was rightfully his