Indecent Exposure

>It is the weekend.

>You are hammered after a night drinking with the guys at the bar.

>After paying your tab, you bid farewell to your comrades-in-booze.

>The trek home proves to be a challenge since it is a cross-town walk, but you are sure you can make it.

>Lucky it is night and you will not have to deal with any of these self-righteous ponies judging your drinking habits.

>You cut through Ponyville's park since it is a short-cut.

>You stumble about in a drunken haze, relishing in your surroundings.

>This place is serene.

>The soft wind feels nice against your flushed skin.

"Holy shit I gotta pissh like a racehorshe!"

>And hopefully no one heard that outburst.

>That doesn't discount the fact that you do have to take a leak.

>You find a pretty big tree in the middle of the grassy meadow.

>After a quick check to see if no one is around, you make a beeline towards the tree.

>Fingers unbutton your pants with drunken finesse.

>Takes you about half a minute, but you manage to get those pesky trousers down to your ankles.

>You drop your underwear as well.

>Why? Because you fucking can.

>Step out of them and kick them off to the side.

>Getting them wet is a party foul, and party fouls are for squares.

>You take hold of your limp snake and unleash hell on the tree.

"Take that shtupid, uh...tree."

>The relief of letting out all that bladder juice washes over you.

>You aim it lower so it splatters against the roots.

"Drink it all up. Hah!"

>Everything is all well and good.

>As you finish, you give your manhood a few shakes before bending over to grab your pants.

>"WEO WEO WEO!!! Halt right there, Citizen!"

"Shit! The 5-0.

>You take a step and immediately faceplant into the soft grass.

>Face down, ass up; the worst position to be in with the cops around, especially when you have no pants on.

 

>You decide to stay perfectly still, remembering that cops rely on movement to sense their prey.

>The internet would never lie like that...right?

>So far nothing happens.

>You let out a sigh of relief, thinking that the pig left you alone.

>That was until a gentle hoof caresses your backside.

>"Well, well, well. We meet again, Mr. Human."

>That gentle hoof lifts slightly before it is brought down onto your bum with a rough slap.

>You hop up to your feet and curse up a storm while rubbing your hide to ease the pain.

>"We gotta stop meeting up like this."

>You stumble a bit in an attempt to keep your balance.

>Looking down, your swirling vision attempts to focus on the violet eyes of the pony standing before you: blue coat, unicorn horn, light blue striped mane with a matching tail, and a police woman's outfit.

>However, the slutty get-up this mare wears makes you think this is some sort of prank.

>She looks familiar, but your mind is too fucked up to even think of who this mare could be.

>Either way, you have time to kill, so you play along for now.

"Hey there ociffer. I...uh, I was just airing out my clothes. Nothing to worry ab...about. Hic!"

>"That's officer Trixie to you, human!"

>You can see her lips curl into a naughty smile.

>"Have you been drinking tonight?"

>You pick up a hint of an ulterior motive behind those words, but you push those worries aside.

"N-No ma'am. Imma good citizen, I swear."

>She scoffs.

>"Would you mind consenting to a breathalyzer test?"

>You laugh.

"Sure. Whatever."

>Trixie's horn shimmers in a pink glow.

>No sooner are you brought to your knees.

>Her hooves rest on your shoulders.

>"Remember to blow for me."

 

>She brings her lips to yours.

>You cannot believe that a pony is kissing you.

>Yet, you aren't complaining.

>Maybe it is the alcohol.

>Or the way her soft lips press against yours.

>Her slick tongue caressing and twirling around yours, licking every surface of your orifice.

>Her soft breaths tickles your lips.

>It feels nice, but it comes to an end too soon.

>Trixie licks her lips, probably tasting the alcohol on your breath.

>"About 0.13. That's over the legal limit to safely walk these streets."

>You raise an eyebrow.

>Trixie unlatches a pair of hoofcuffs from her belt and forces your hands behind your back.

>"I'm taking you in."

>You struggle against her mighty magic; but once you hear the cuffs tighten, you knew you were in deep shit.

"Wait, you are a real cop?"

>Trixie rolls her eyes.

>"The Great and Powerful Trixie is more than a cop. She is the law!"

>You are forced onto your feet and her baton keeps poking at your bare bottom.

>"Go on. Keep walking."

>Each jab forces you to take another step.

"Wait! I can't go to jail! Do you know what they would do to a good looking guy like me?"

>Trixie feigns ignorance of your plight.

"C'mon, Officah Trix. I can't go there. I'll do whatever. Just don't take me in."

>Trixie takes a gander at you.

>The jabbing stops.

>Maybe that begging will help ou get out of this mess.

>"Hmph...you think your ass-kissing can get you out of this?"

"Yesh!"

>You swear you caught a devious glint in her eye.

>Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut.

>"All right, hot stuff."

>You feel Trixie's trusty baton sweep you off of your feet.

>The mare's magic flings you against a nearby tree, making your daze-like state even worse.

>Being manhandled by a unicorn is not fun.

>Looking up, your swimming vision focuses on a tight, pony ass mere inches from your face.

>"I'll sweep this whole thing under the rug if you can kiss ass...the right way.

 

>Your nose scrunches when a wave of her womanly scent wafts past your face.

>This is not what you had in mind in trying to get off.

"Can we talk about another way? How about paying a fine?"

>A whip-like strike from her tail answers that question.

>"Trixie doesn't have time to waste on a miscreant like you. So either get in there, or get in a cell for the night. And then, I'll add sexual assault on an officer to the charges."

>This is going too far.

"This is police brutali- OOOMPH!!"

>Trixie backs that firm, pliable ass up against your face.

>The pale light of the moon is eclipsed from your view.

>"Brutality? Hah! Officer Trixie has been nice up to this point. But if you want 'brutality...'"

>Her hips move up and down, smearing her puffy vulva against your nose and lips.

>The pungent scent of her musk fills your nostrils.

>It is hard to breath without getting a lungful of her scent.

>Meanwhile, Trixie is having the time of her life.

>Her moans cutting the night air as she rubs even harder against your face.

>"I don't feel any ass-kissing from you, human. Maybe you really want to be Bubba's bitch."

>You have no choice.

>You snake your tongue out of your mouth.

>It didn't travel far before making contact with those puffy lips of the Great Police-Mare Trixie.

>Half-naked and your pride gone, you give in to Trixie's ultimatum.

>Your tongue glides over her sensitive lips and laps at her dripping juices already rolling down her legs.

>This would be easier if your arms were not cuffed behind your back.

>Trixie's hips cease excessive movement.

>She is using her strength to keeps standing firm.

>You nibble at her soft folds and give it a soft yank.

>In a domino effect, her juicy cunt gushes all over your face and drips down onto your favorite shirt.

>You accidentally gulp down a bit of her nectar during her gushing moment.

>That is something you are quickly regretting.

>It tastes bitter, carrying that aroma of musty hay.

 

>"Yeah...now that's some good pussy licking. However, human..."

>She pulls away slightly, giving you the much needed reprieve.

>You close your eyes and suck in a lungful of fresh air.

"Oh God. Too much."

>When you look ahead, Trixie's other hole stares right back.

>"That wasn't ass-kissing."

>Your body shivers.

"Pleashe...shtap."

>"What's the matter? The Great and Powerful Ass too much for you to handle?"

>You try your hardest to break out of these cuffs.

>They barely budge one bit.

>Impatient, Trixie presses Her anus against the tip of your nose.

>Surprisingly, other than the smell of sweat, it doesn't take the usual scent of an anus.

>"C'mon. Show Trixie how good of an brown-nose you are."

>She lowers her hips so your mouth and her tender hole line up.

>Not wanting to challenge the law, you give the mare what she wants.

>Closing your eyes, you lean forward with your lips pursed and press them against her puckered asshole.

>With how large her anus is, you would think you're actually kissing a pair of lips.

>Well, that is what your drunken brain thinks anyway.

>It starts off slow with light pecks.

>In time, you become bolder, and your body relaxes.

>Your lips press harder against Trixie's puckered ass.

>Trixie sighs softly, pressing back to feel your lips against her.

>"Mmm...Trixie likes."

>You can feel her cheeks clench against your face.

>Maybe she is hoping that it would end this way.

>Who knows; now you are in the moment and will go the distance.

>Your next move is a bit hesitant, but you manage to slip your tongue from the safety of your lips.

>The squirming appendage lathers a good amount of saliva all around her hole.

>You thank the heavens that this mare cleans her back entrance.

>"Oh yes! You know exactly how to hit all my buttons."

>You can feel her muscles relax.

>She wants it bad.

>"Don't be afraid to get in there, human."

 

>Giving her opening a few experimental prods with the tip of your tongue, you give that asshole one good jab.

>It penetrates deeply.

>She whinnies and clops her forehoof against the soft grass.

>Her firm cheeks press against yours in an attempt to smother you with her flesh, and her rectal walls grip around your organ.

>You flex your tongue a few times, making it wiggle inside of Trixie's bum.

>"Oh my, seems you were packing a dangerous weapon down here as well."

>You wonder what the hell this mare is going on about.

>"Seems Trixie will have to discharge it...for our safety."

>You gasp a puff of air against her clenching backdoor.

>A hot, wet squirming entity strokes at your erect dick, stroking your length from base to tip over and over.

>A pair of soft lips wraps around your cock.

>It wastes no time in moving up and down your length.

>You are sure those lips and that tongue belongs to Officer Trixie.

>Not like you could stop her.

>So you go about scratching her itch while she scratches yours.

>Her sloppy blowjob somehow works for you.

>It works too well.

>You can feel yourself edging at that peak of release.

>Your strong cock grows harder, twitching inside the policemare's mouth.

>Not wanting to disappoint Trixie, you give her the best rimjob you could muster.

 

>Trixie's tongue circles around the swollen head of your pre-cum spilling cock.

>When her tongue grazes against your sensitive glands, you lose all control.

>Your cock spasms, shooting thick streams of spunk deep within her mouth.

>She eagerly gulps down everything you give to her.

>Even after you finished cumming, she sucks hard to get out the remaining cream deep in your urethra.

>You feel weak in your groin.

>Standing up would be impossible at this point.

>"Mmmph."

>Trixie slurps her way up your cock.

>She releases you from her mouth with a slick pop.

>"You tasted better than I thought."

>She casually steps away from you, shivering once your tongue escapes her black hole.

>There's a thin string of saliva connecting her anus to your mouth that breaks in the gentle autumn breeze.

>"Lucky that you were able to keep up your end of the bargain."

>She releases you from your binds.

>"Trixie will let you go with a warning, and you got something extra out of the deal."

>You groan in exhaustion.

>"Oh yeah, and here."

>You feel your pants slap against your face.

>"Put your pants on, human. You're in public."

>She trots off with a pep in her step into the night.

>Too weak to move, you sit on the cold grass.

"Did that...really happen?"