Idea:
Not only is anon competent enough to ward off rape attempts, he uses this fact to torment mares in heat
 
 
"Woah, dash, you don't look so good"
>"Its estrus season, numbnuts, all the stallions skip town this time of year"
"I guess that sucks, although not as much as I bet you wish you could"
>"Wh-huh?"
"Hey dash"
>"What?", she gasps outs
"Whatever you do, don't think about giant, sweaty, leathery stallion balls"
>"A-anon!", she shouts as her pupils dilate
"Resting gently on your nose, their thick musk overpowering your senses"
>"Why are you doing this?", the pleading in her voice giving you a small smirk
"Or about how they would then take their long, thick meat..."
>"STOP"
"And ram it inside of you, both of you succumbing to animal lust"
>"PLEASE"
"Or about how his flare would seal you up, as liter after liter of his thick, creamy jizz spills into your womb
>"No more...", she sobs, as she begins to grind her backside onto the ground in a futile attempt to relieve her desires
"Oh, but that wouldn't be the end, would it?"
>Dash was beyond rational words at this point, she flings herself at you, only to be caught and restrained
"There'd be a line of them, all throbbing and rearing to have a go at you, and you'd oblige every. Single. One"
>She breaks free of your grasp, flying away in a fit of noisy tears and moans
>"You're such an asshole, anon!"
"Oh, don't even get me started on that", you say with a chuckle, admiring your work
"Why am i so fucking hard right now?"