On Melancholy Hill

>It's a windy night in Ponyville.

>You had spent all day setting up this evening's display.

>All for a blue pony.

>A blue pony obsessed with you.

>Fluttershy may have been enamored with you,

>But not like her.

>Lyra would do anything for you.

>And wasn't so annoying or awkward.

>She did everything you asked.

>Over the months you two had become close.

>And she never complained.

>Not once.

>Her obsession with your hands was interesting.

>She would always stare at them.

>You knew what she wanted.

>You knew she fantasized having your hands all over her body.

>Inside of her.

>She probably touched herself at night imagining your fingers plunging into her muff.

>You chuckle and sit on your couch waiting.

>Soon Lyra would arrive at your house upon the hill.

>A house far from the others.

>Far from being heard.

>There's a knock on the door.

 

 

>You let her in and run your hand along her back.

>She smiles up at you.

>"I've been sitting on that bench all day just waiting for the sun to go down."

>Such a dedicated pony.

Follow me?

>You walk toward the other room.

>Lyra trots behind you trying to keep up and rub her head on your leg at the same time.

>She sniffs like a puppy at your pants and her horn sparks a little.

>She was too cute...

>You hold the door open and let her pass.

>There's a faint trail of fluid running down her leg.

>Excellent.

>You close the door and lock it.

>Turning to Lyra you see she's checking out the display.

>"What's all this stuff?"

>You walk past her to a dresser,

Just hop up on the bed.

>She obeys and lays on her back excitedly.

>"Hey Anon, c-could we do something more than... massages this time?"

>You look back.

>Her legs are folded to her body.

>Her tail is folded up between her legs bashfully covering herself up.

Of course.

>You open a drawer and grit your teeth.

We'll do a lot more.

 

 

>You approach the pony with the leather straps.

>"Anon? You gonna tie me up?"

>She looks nervous but excited at the same time.

Yes I am...

>She gives a playful fight as you secure all four legs.

>"I didn't know you were into... THIS."

>Her tail slaps down and back up a few times, giving you a look at your prize and fanning the pleasant smell of her sex at you.

>You place a ball gag in her mouth.

>She's a little shocked by this and stuggles.

Don't worry. It's so you won't bite your tongue.

>She relaxes and looks expectantly at you.

>You lean over her trailing your fingers through her coat on her chest up to her neck.

>She moans and nods.

This what you like?

>You hold your hand up to her eyes.

>She attempts to push forward into it, whining.

>You bring it back and backhand her across the face.

Do you like it?

>She cries out behind the gag and nods furiously.

You like my hands don't you? You like being hit?

>She moans and humps your thigh.

>You slap her again.

>And again.

>She starts crying and moaning as you work her face over.

 

 

That's enough of that.

>You get up.

>Her face is red and wet with tears.

>Her mane is a mess.

>She's making quite a pool on the blanket.

>You go back to the dresser and get a tool out.

>Her eyes widen.

>You hold up the rubbery dildo and shake it.

How about this Lyra?

>It's three feet long and has a built in motor.

>She looks nervous now.

>You position yourself and hold it to her lips.

>Her tail attempts to cover herself again and she whines.

>You pin the tail under a knee and spread her lips with two fingers.

I have you here for the night. Scream as loud as you want please.

>You stick the head in and flip the switch.

>It hums to life and Lyra flinches.

I've got all night.

>You begin working it in, holding a hand flat on her heaving belly.

>She starts to cum and the restraints jerk against the bed posts.

>It's not even one-third of the way in yet.

Lyra, I think this is going to straighten you out...

>Juices slosh from her pink insides as the rubber cock presses deeper in.

>Her back arches and her eyes go wide.

>Halfway in and she's cumming over and over.

 

 

Enough pussy-footing.

>You squeeze her stomach and ram the cock the rest of the way in.

>Without that ball gag, her scream would have pierced your eardrum.

>You can hear it hum inside her guts and leave it there while you stand.

>Her flanks move in an attempt to get away and she moans hysterically.

>Her wide eyes follow your movements back to the dresser.

>You retrieve a wooden paddle and return.

>She groans and shakes her head, still ejaculating fluids from the buzzing cock.

Naughty girls get paddled.

>The restraints are able to slide up, allowing you to raise her legs.

>You now have a good view of the base of the dildo in her and her ass.

>You wind back and let her have it.

>The wooden paddle connects with her ass in a resounding *SLAP* and also catches the flat end of the fake dick burrowed inside her.

>She wails and fluids go flying.

>A few more slaps and her eyes are rolling.

>You drop the paddle and continue with your hand.

>She squeals and your hand becomes wet.

>Her ass is starting to get bright red.

>You stop, breathing heavy, and unzip your pants.

>Your cock is aching in excitement.

 

 

>You ram into her ass dry.

>Lyra screams and flunders in the restraints.

>With both holes filled she appears as though she will soon pass out.

>You grab the vibrator and pump it in and out along with your cock.

>"MMMMMMMMFFFFFAAAAAAFFFF!"

>You can feel her sphincter contracting rapidly with wave after wave of orgasm.

Oh yeah Lyra, keep cumming for me...

>You slap her face again, this time catching her nose and making it bleed.

>You slap her cutie mark.

>She's loving your hands.

>Soon she'll be dry at this rate...

>You pull out, leaving the vibrator in place.

I've had this thing on the low setting.

>Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

>You crank it up to max.

>Her body seizes and her eyes bulge.

>Her tail spins in frantic circles.

>You enjoy the show, stroking herself as she has a few more orgasms and her nose continues to bleed.

I have another toy for you Lyra.

>She sobs and you can make out the word 'no' repeated over and over behind the gag.

>The dresser holds another wonderful tool.

>You attach a clamp to each of Lyra's nipples and hold up a box with a dial on it.

Low current or high?

>"MFF MFF MFF!"

High? Okay...

>You crank it.

 

 

>With her pussy being gutted by the fake horse cock and nipples being charged with electricity, Lyra was bound to pass out soon.

>You remove the cock.

>It slides out covered in slime and foam.

>She gives a moan of relief as the head finally pops out of her stretched twat.

>She expels a load of juice after it.

What a mess...

>You toss the cock back onto the drawer and run a hand up her slit.

>She moans and pushes her crotch towards you.

Horny still?

>You take the ball gag off.

>She gasps and globs of spit spill down her jaw.

>You cut her off by jamming your pussy-juice soaked hand down her gullet.

>She gags and struggles around it.

>Your cock finds it's way into her folds.

Oh fuck...

>You begin pumping into her sopping mound while simultaneously working your fingers into her throat.

>The clamps fall off her nipples and you push the machine aside, eager to cum.

>Her nose has stipped bleeding, but tears run down her face as she chokes and moans.

>You count her twenty-third orgasm and her insides squeeze you.

Im gonna... cum in your... DIRTY CUNT!

 

 

>You jam your hand down farther, she gives a gag and passes out.

>You remove your hand from inside her throat and grab onto her flanks.

>Even though you're going flaccid, you continue screaming and pumping into her, making sure her twitching walls all get an even coat of white.

>Eventually you finish and sit looking down at the unconscious pony below you.

>Such a dedicated pony.

>You slap her across the face again and stand.

>You leave the room naked and lock it behind you.

>Tomorrow you'd try out some other toys.

>You shower and go to your room.

>No one ever knows just what goes on up on melancholy hill.

 

 

FIN