>Day “Imminent Buttfucking” in Equestria.
>Be Rover, Diamond Dog leader.
>You just lost to whiny slut pony.
>And her stupid friends.
>Your brothers, the tiny Spot, and the absolutely massive Fido are bitching you out.
>”This was your idea Rover! You bring noisy white pony to hideout, she only moans and whines! No gems!”
>You reach out, smacking Spot square across the back of his insufferable head.
”Shut up! I am leader, you listen to me!”
>Fido scratches his head. You can practically see the gears clicking away in his thick skull.
>”Why all plans end this way? You say you smart, but we always end up with no gems!”
>You sock Fido in the gut, watching him double over.
”I leader! I smartest, I make good plans! You two just muck everything up!”
>The two grumble at you, muttering darkly.
”What, you have something to say to me?”
>With a start, both of them swing back an arm.
>”YES!”
>”YES!”
>Spot punches you in the knee. Fido smacks you in the back of the head.
>You smack into the ground with an unceremonious ‘OOMPH!’
”Why you little…!”
>Jumping up, you smack Spot in the face with your tail, poking Fido in the eyes with two fingers.
>Spot and Fido howl, grabbing their faces, recovering quickly.
>They both fix you with a threatening look , and you see it coming before they even go for anything.
>Dropping down, you watch the numbskulls slap each other in the face.
>They stare at each other in disbelief, before looking down to see you on the ground.
>You jump up, tossing dirt in their eyes, before bashing their heads together.
>They both fall over, dazed.
“Like I said, I smartest, I pack leader!”
>Fido and Spot hop up once again.
>>Hey there folks. I’m the Not-needed-at-all Narrator Anon, and I have to say, it looks like these three are going to take a bit to resolve these slapstick antics.
>>So on that note: Time for a transition screen!
HOLY TRANSITION SCREEN BATMAN!
>After a lengthy slapstick fight that would do The Three Stooges proud, you are once again, Top Dog.
>Or you were.
>They kind of knocked you out after you turned around.
>>What the hell.
>>Fluttershy, how the hell did you even get in here?
>You wake up, after getting knocked out by Fido. Seems you’re in one of the jail cells. Tied down and gagged. This will end well.
>>My friend Pinkie Pie helped me find you. She said we had to use the fourth wall, or something crazy like that.
>>Goddamit, I’m going to have to talk to that pink ball of autism.
>You can hear Spot and Fido arguing outside the door.
>>Get the hell out, I’m trying to do a job here.
>”What we going to do, he will be angry!” High and annoying. That’s Spot.
>>Oooh! What kind of job is it Anon?
>”Why should we care? We boss now.” Low and dripping with stupid. That’s got to be Fido.
>>I’m narrating. In a story that doesn’t need narrating.
>”But what if he gets loose?”
>>Oh.
>”I tie knots strong, he no get loose.”
>>Oh my.
>”Fine, we go show him who boss now then.”
>>Those Diamond Dogs sure seem to not like Rover anymore.
>Watching the door creak open, you see Spot and Fido walk in, smug grins on their faces.
>>Fluttershy, go away.
>Spot walks behind you, Fido in front.
>”We top dogs now. We tired of you bossing us around, Rover. Tired of bad plans, tired of getting hit.”
>”Yeah!”
>”Since we Top Dogs now, we dominate you now. Top Dogs always show they are dominate leaders by humping others!”
>What?
>”What?”
>”Yeah, me read in pony book that how dogs show dominance!”
>He can read?
>”You can read?
>”It don’t matter. We leaders, we show dominance now.”
>Without warning, Fido rips the gag out of your mouth and jams in something musky and sour tasting.
>>Oh my Anon! Is gay bestiality your fetish?
>”You suck now, or me hit you, like you hit us all the time.”
>You comply, working your tongue up and down his shaft, humiliated by these turn of events.
>>No Fluttershy!
>>Are you sure Announcer Anon, I have some animals who might be interested…
>>DAMMIT FLUTTERSHY, GET OUT!
>You can feel Spot lining up, running his grubby hands up down your ass.
>>”MEEP!”
>>Great, there’s a chunk of the story we missed, thanks to that psychotic pegasus.
>Spot thrusts into you harder, Fido thrusting in your mouth.
>In the strangest turn of events yet, you were actually starting to enjoy this.
>You could feel your own hard-on growing underneath you as these two railed both your ends.
>>Fluttershy, I know you’re still in here.
>>I can see you.
>>You’re pretending to be a plastic tree in the corner.
>>Fuck it, I’ve got better things to do.
>You taste it, hot and salty, as Fido blows his load into your mouth, and despite everything, you feel yourself swallowing as much as you can, a little leaking out of your mouth.
>Spot is close too. He’s thrusting harder and faster, trying to reach his peak. With a final, forceful push, you can feel him blow too, his load pouring hot and heavy into you.
>You feel yourself enjoying it, this utter humiliation.
>Fido and Spot fall back, clearly exhausted, before something registers in your mind.
>Fido did a pretty crappy job of tying your bindings. They’re coming loose just from you jostling around.
>Pulling the bindings loose, you jump up, whirling around on the two, as they lay there.
“Idiots! Can’t even tie tight bindings! You two screw everything up!”
>You fix them with a stare, before turning around and walking out of the room.
“Next time, I show you how to tie tighter bindings. No wiggling for me.”
The End
>>Announcer Anon, we have to talk.
>>Yes Mr. Writefag?
>>What in the blueberry fuck were you doing?
>>And why is Fluttershy in the corner covered in fake twigs, leafing through a photo book full of animals?
>>Uhm…
>>You know you’re not getting paid for this, right?
>>Really?
>>Yes, really. You’re lucky the Diamond Dogs didn’t hear your incessant stupidity.
>>FUCK!
>>Fucking Fluttershy.