Nuts, Pies and Nim Nim Nim.

>Day 543 in Magical Horsey Land.

>You are Anon. The only human in this stupidly insane place.

>The sun shines in your face as you begrudgingly rise out of bed

>It’s been too long, man. Over a year and half without a woman. A year and half...

>Your brain tortures you as you perform your morning routine.

>You roll down the stairs into the kitchen and pull open a box of AppleJack’s. Now with 20% more apples.

>As you munch into the cereal, you try to think of your new life here in Equestria and the new friends.

> Twilight likes you because you seem to be an intelligent and kind being.

>Although you don’t have the same physical prowess as Rainbow Dash, she likes you for calm and cool character.

> You try being aloof and upper-class and using all fancy words around Rarity and it seems to have worked. She finds you “utterly divine”.

 >Applejack finds you unusual and she was a little sceptical at first but she eventfully warms to you because of your natural charm.

>It’s only Pinkie you never REALLY got on with but she suffers from ADHD and has a short attention span so it never really mattered.

>Fluttershy was never a problem to begin with. She was incredibly nervous around you but she warmed to you.

>But, nowadays, it’s gone a little weird

>She helps trying to guess your fetish for the past 7 months and it’s getting out of hand. Originally it was fairly harmless; bondage, S&M, pegging, vore, feet and hooves.

>You grimace as you think of the later ones; tentacles, scat… giantess ….

>you shutter

>…unbirthing, that thing with the silk handkerchief and chocolate paste...

>Seriously, your welcome mat STILL isn’t dry for that encounter.

 

 >Anyway, as you finish your breakkie and lob the bowl into the sink without it breaking. Skills.

>You hear the door knocking and you answer it. It’s Fluttershy. Wearing, what only can be described as, a leather dominatrix outfit with a saddle bag of riding crops and a whip.

Good God...

>Is-is being dom-dominated your fetish?

>She cracks the whip and lashes it across your face.

AARGH. My beautiful face!

>She pluckers up, ready for a kiss. Unbeknownst to her, you pull out one of her riding crops and lash it across her face three times

NO. MEANS. NO

>she whispers “good, master” before collapsing in a heap on the floor. At least you know her fetish.

Well, time to take you back home, at least.

>You dis-robe her, flop her over your shoulder and take her back to her cottage.

>As you tuck her into bed, she looks up at you with those soft teal eyes. “Did we do it?” she asks.

>Optimism.

No, we didn’t. Now, lame fetishes out of the way, I have to go to Applejack’s farm. Apparently, I needed there for something. Goodbye.

>You storm out of the room. As you walk out of her door, she shouts from her room “is storming out my house your fetish?”

>You slam her door and continue your journey to the ranch

Bloody hell, what the hell was that all about? Anyway...

>You continue your stroll through the town centre. Suddenly, you trip over a tripwire. The last thing you think as a loud *THWACK* enters your ears, knocking you out cold?

Oh, goody, goody gumdrops...

 

 

Some time earlier...

> You are now Sweetie Belle.

> Applebloom and Scootaloo are also with you.

> And the three of you are in the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse.

> You called upon them for a very important meeting.

Girls, listen please.

> The other two stopped their messing about, and turn to face you.

> Apple Bloom pipes up.

> “Is this meetin jus about the heat thing we discussed yesterday?

Sorta, but, as you might have experienced, it’s gotten worse since yesterday.

> “Yeah” says Scootaloo. “It’s more irritating than yesterday for me”

Well what else can we do? There must be something...

> “Ah asked mah sis a little earlier and she said his happened to other p0nies round’ this time of year, she jus said to sit it out.”

Why? You asked

> “Ah dunno, she did say something about needing a male for some relief, but were young for it or somethin’ like that.”

What rubbish, we are the Cutie Mark Crusaders, were old enough for anything!

> Your other two companions cheer in agreement.

> “Isn’t that Anon thing a male?” Scootaloo inquires

> “Nah, he’s a human.” Applebloom answers

> “I know that, but isn’t he a boy?”

> “Ah guess so.”

> “So he’s pretty much a male! Let’s go find him, and he will help us solve this!”

Cutie Mark Crusaders Colt Finders, YAY!

> You three ran off to find Anon. You see him enter Fluttershy’s cottage and put your plan into action.                                                                                                                                                                                                

>”Ma sis says he’s on his way to help us. Ah’m sure he’ll come this way” Applebloom says

>you and Scootaloo wrap some rope around a tree, at one end, and the other end around a park bench leg. Applebloom, meanwhile, is finding a large tree branch

>Now, you three play the waiting game. Soon, Anon walks out and mutters something and walks towards the rope

>He then trips up and you three drop the branch onto his head and drag him back to the clubhouse.

 

>You are now Anon

>your head is THROBBING with pain. You find yourself in some sort of cabin. Or a clubhouse

>“Look! I think he’s waking up!”

> The voice sounded like Scootaloo’s.

Uggg… my head.

>You suddenly felt a weight drop onto your stomach, forcing the wind out of you.

>”Hi, Anon” It’s Scootaloo

Yeahhh, hi. Could you get off me and...

>You realise your hands are bound up. You also realise that legs are as well.

Why am I bound up tighter than a mummy? And why are you three grinning weirdly?

>The trio are sporting huge grins. Sweetie Belle speaks up “The CMC would like to call a meeting. It shall be named: Anon helps us with heat!”

>Your pupils shoot down to the size of pinheads. You have basic grasp of biology and animal physiognomy.

>Certain animals mature at a younger age and go through certain periods of time called estrus, or heat. It can also make anyone act out of character. Humans have this, but we call it “PMT”

No...no. I can’t help you. You say as you struggle out of your bonds. Girls, stop this, please                            > “Shh… just try to relax.” Sweetie comforts you

> A tug at your pants told you that Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were taking them off.

> At a final tug, your pants slid off, just exposing your semi erect nob

>Who knew? Bondage was your fetish, as it turns out.

> “Now, ah think we’re supposed to use that.” Applebloom says

> “How?” Scootaloo askes

> “I don’t really know. Wait, I have an idea!” Sweetie squeaks out loud.

>She saunters onto you abdomen and in one graceful move, she brought her head down, her lips colliding with your penis.

 

> You stifled a moan.

> “Watch and learn.”

>In a second graceful move, she swallows your entire length. You damn near came there and then.

>A few sucks later and she starts to chock, bring back up your throbber, erect and covered in slobber.

Please ... stop... this. You whimper

>“Ah’ll put a rope around ‘is mouth!” Applebloom pipes up with pride.

>Fuckin’ Applebloom.

>As you get gagged, Sweetie circles around your member thinking, “I think I put it in the wrong hole”

>She suddenly jumps onto your stiffie and slowly sinks onto it. At first, her moans are light and of bliss

> As she slowly lowers onto it, they turn louder and quicker.

>The little filly was SO tight and the walls were just so warm ... WAIT, you’re getting off on this? You sick, twisted Savile...

>The amount she was taking in was making her belly bulge slightly. “O-oh, Anon...”

>The tight walls were milking you for your seed.

> After just a bit more, Sweetie feels a staring going on.

> “I’m feeling something coming on!”

> You knew it was an orgasm, but seeing as she was never fully explained this, you didn’t expect her to know what was going on.

> Suddenly, you hear her shout. “AHHHHH!”

> Her cum sprayed down your dick, and that set you over the edge, making you cum so hard, it wasn’t a normal teaspoon that entered her, it was a lot more.

>It has been over a year and a half since you last sexed.

> When would this end?

 

 

>You are now Fluttershy. You rise out of your slumber.

>You skip down the stairs and out the door and down the path. You’re happy, you’ve had a wonderful dream about Anon

>However, something is amiss. You look ahead and see a rope stretched across the path.

What’s this? Something’s not right about this.

>You zip towards it and revel in the horror. Damaged tree branch, a face print in the mud, drag marks into the undergrowth.

>They are too big to be a p0ny’s.

>You also find a small shedded orange wing, and some disregarded yellow fur

>you put 2 and 2 together and come up with 4.

NO! My poor, little Anon! Where is he? Applejack! She’ll know!

>And you zip off to the ranch, with a speed that would make Usain Bolt hang himself in shame.

 

>You are now Anon. Scared and disgusted because you’ve just cum inside Sweetie Belle.

>“So, how was it, Sweetie?” Scootaloo asks

>“It felt SOOOO wonderful and warm...” Sweetie trails off into the distance and collapses in bliss.

>”Ah’m next, ah’m next” Applebloom shouts and jumps onto you.

>”No fair, I wanted to be next” Scootaloo mutters

>”We could try together”

>Scootaloo’s eyes light up at the idea. “Yeah, yeah! Let’s do it”

Oh, shit. You muffle through the gag.

>Scootaloo jumps between your legs. “I bet he will love this”, you proceeds to lick your scrotum and sack.

>It feels weird. But that gets rubbed out by the feeling of Applebloom jumping onto you.

>”Ohh, Anon. It’s so-so big!” She moans as she rides you

>You try to growl through the gag but sounds like you’re moaning.

>Applebloom started pumping up and down; riding you like one riding a motorbike, and it wasn’t long before you felt her orgasm.

> She jumped off of you, and Scoots sees an opening.

> She got on top of you, and without wasting a second, she had her pussy lips on your nob.

> Appleloom already warmed you jump for a second orgasm, and Scootaloo was about to release it.

> You could feel it welling and building up, it’s like an oil well bursting.

I’m cumming!

> The gag just muffled it.

>Scootaloo’s face changed from horror, from your vocal outburst, to utter bliss as she feels your other outburst slam into her.

God, if you exist in this land, HELP ME!

 

You are now Applejack.

> You were bucking trees and collecting apples. It’s harvest time again. As you look up, you see Fluttershy race towards you.

> “Applejack, have you seen Anon!?”

Nah, I haven’t. He were suppose to be ‘ere, helping us out.

> She nodded and then says “Fine, but do you where the girls are?”

Ah thing they’re in the clubhouse, why you ask?

> “I think they might have Anon!”

That’s stupid, Flutters. Why would they have Ano- oh… Oh, Celestia.

> You just remembered Applebloom asking about estrus and “the itch” and what to do about it.

Come on, let’s go!

 

> You and Fluttershy race to the clubhouse.

> She wasn’t superfast, but she could run pretty well when she had to.

> You run up the stairs, and open the door.

> A musky smell hit your nostrils. It smells of sex.

> What in tarnation is going on here?

 

>You’re Anon again. You are saved by the Orange and Yellows ones. Thanks, God.

>The CMC look shocked and give out a startled yell.

> “What in tarnation is going on here?”

> Apple Bloom speaks up.

> “We were jus tryin to cure our itches.”

> Applejack looks appalled at what they did. However, Fluttershy looks immensely pleased at your trouserless form.

> “Girls, do you jus know what you did to Anon here?

>She speaks up again. “Well, we jus’ needed our itch cured. An’ you said males help scratch it. An’ Anon help us scratch it. An’ now, we feel jus’ fine.”

>Applejack was just shocked and speechless. Sweetie Belle is still passed out at this moment.

> “Girls, you’ve had your fun. Could you leave with Sweetie”

> Applebloom and Scootaloo shuffle out of the Clubhouse, dragging Sweetie Belle by the tail with them.

> “Those girls had given me an delicious idea .”

> Applejack winks at Fluttershy.

> “Seeing though Anon is already tied up…”

> “We should have some fun too.”

>Fluttershy squees with joy

>You scream through the gag in fear.

>Thank you, God. You total bastard.

Fucking everyone.