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>ding-ding...
>ding-ding...
>ding-ding...
>six bells.
>time for another watch change.
>you pace the deck of your ship, examining the sailors as they shuffle past, heading in and out of the companionway
"G'morning, sir"
>they all say, putting their knuckles to their caps in salute as they hurry out into the cold morning fog or down below to the relative warmth of their hammocks
>it's been a long two weeks, and you're exhausting
>you've always loved your ship, the Aurora, but never before have you felt like you have relied on her, needed her more than you do now
>its been two weeks since you took on your six unusual (to say the least) passengers, and you are still no closer to finding this fabled Equestria they long to return to
>the crew bicker about whether its real or not
>a few more weeks and you know there'll be grumblings of a mutiny on board
>suddenly, a faint flash catches your eye up ahead, through the fog
>it's gone by the time you focus on the spot where it was, but all the same you pull out your spyglass and press your eye to the lens
>at first you see only fog up ahead, but then...
 
 
>suddenly there is another orange flash, then a yellow light coming rapidly closer
>you hear a faint hissing sound, growing louder and louder
"Down! All hands, DOWN!"
>you roar the order and the foretopmen hit the deck
>a rocket whizzes out of the fog and whistles over your heads, passing astern and splashing harmlessly into the ocean
"RPG! RPG!"
>suddenly the roar of a boat motor and the chattering of a strange African dialect fills your ears
>a small speedboat filled with armed, dark-skinned men materializes out of the thinking fog
"All hands, beat to quarters! Prepare to repel boarders!"
>the deckhands race below as the boatswain's whistle and ship's bell rouse everyone, passengers and crew, from their slumber
>the weapons locker is opened, rifles and pistols and blades passed around
>you have another idea, of course
>you look to the two-pounder line gun mounted on the rail, near the bow
>normally you use it to fire cables over to other vessels if you want to come alongside, or blanks for ceremonies
>there are some live shells on board, though
>locating the box, you grab some shells and race forward to the gun
>the crackle of the pirates' AKs fills the air
"Return fire! Return fire!"
>your crew fire from behind companionway doors and from crows nests, defending the ship valiantly
>you scramble to chamber a shell in the big gun as the boat draws nearer
>you know that if they grapple on and board you, they will easily take the ship
>you load in the shell and take aim...
 
 
>you take careful aim and lock in
>you take a deep breath
>and you pull the ripcord
>the concussive THUD of the brass gun flattens the water around the bow of the Aurora and staggers you backward, momentarily deafening you
>the shell slams into the pirates' boat and bounces off into the water
>bounces...
>wait...what?
>you scratch your head and look closer
>both sides have ceased fire
>a smallish orange object bobs in the sea where the shell landed
>it's a...basketball
>the pirates' eyes open wide
>then they begin hooting excitedly
>en masse they pile over the side of their boat, capsizing it
>only once they are all in the water do they remember they are horrible swimmers
>they screech and howl for mercy as they scrabble for the precious ball
>soon there are only bubbles as the last pirates slips beneath the waves
>you grab a gaffing pole and fish the basketball onboard as you cruise by
>the crew cheers and waves their caps
>your first mate walks up to you
"Cap'n...was that your plan all along?"
>you wink and say nothing, spinning the ball lazily on one of your fingertips
>suddenly the now-familiar sound of hoofs on the companionway stairs fills your ears
>one of your six passengers must be wondering what is going on
>you see pink and yellow slowly appear above the hatchway
>Fluttershy timidly peers around, fear in her big blue eyes
"Is...is it ok to come up now?"
 
 
>she looks to you, the captain, for answers
>you've always liked Fluttershy
>she always stood out from the others; she just seemed so sweet and honestly good natured
>and she is very pretty
>wait, what?
>you shake your head
>Fluttershy takes this as an answer, even though it wasn't directed at her
"Oh...alright then, I'll just...uh...tell the others then..."
>snapping out of it, you take a few steps forward
"Uh, no, I mean, it is ok. You can come up!"
>Fluttershy looks at you with those gorgeous eyes again, still afraid
"Umm...if its all the same to you, I...I think I'll just..."
>she races belowdecks
>your first mate comes up next to you
"Wot was that all about, Cap'n?"
>you head towards the hatchway
"I think I should go see if she's ok."
>you reply
>heading below, you head forward to the guest cabins
>number four, starboard mess
>you knock gingerly on the door
>you hear a startled gasp behind it, a rustling of sheets, then a timid voice:
"Who...who is it?"
 
"It's me."
>the door creaks open and there she is
>Fluttershy looks like she's been quite shaken by this morning's events
>as you enter the cabin you notice she's still shaking
>where's Dash? She'd have wanted to fight those Somali bastards herself
>probably still sleeping, lazy cunt
>you look to Fluttershy, sitting sheepishly on her bed now, waiting for some reassurance that everything will be fine
>you want, in that moment, to pick her up, hold her close, cuddle her and tell her just that
>and...
>that is precisely what you do
>she squeaks pitifully as you pick her up and wrap your arms around her, letting your thick wool coat envelop her
>you bury your face in that soft pink mane as you think of something to say
>Fluttershy, tense at first, quickly relaxes as the warmth of you and your greatcoat ease her fear away
>she looks up at you
>she shifts, trying to nuzzle her head closer to yours
>but something happens and she slips, awkwardly, downwards
>she falls back into your lap, her hind legs straddling one of your legs
>for a brief moment, she grinds herself unintentionally against your thigh
>she lets out a brief, stifled moan of surprise and pleasure, her face turning bright red
>she is clearly hoping you didn't notice
>but you did
 
>you hold her there, ever so slightly raising and tensing your leg so her marehood once again grinds up against you
>she lets out a tiny, almost imperceptible gasp as she bites her lower lip, looking away
>you begin to move her gently up and down
>she's too nervous to say anything, and liking it too much to resist
>still, she looks away, face beet-red
>you stroke her mane and back, moving your hand closer and closer to her supple haunches
>you trace your index finger around the outline of her cutie mark
>then you begin rubbing her belly as your leg continues to grind against her now-moistening marehood
>she can't contain her pleasure anymore and lets out a low moan
>you move your hand lower to her flank, and finally to her marehood itself
>Fluttershy gasps and jerks her flank upward and away, unused to the touch
>you simply move with her, beginning to rub her slit with her hand
>she's shaking again, although this time you're not sure if its from fear or pleasure
>probably both
 
>you lay her down on her back
>her hooves twitch in the air as you rub her more and more vigorously
>she's breathing heavily and not even trying to conceal her excitement now
>she twitches and throbs under your hand; this is a new experience for her and she is very, very sensitive
>you'll probably send her over the edge if you just slip a finger in like...yeah, like that...
>she lets out a small yelp as your finger finds its way inside her
>your free hand works away at buckles and buttons
>you know where this is going
>although you're not even sure how it started
>are you really falling for a cartoon talking pony?
>are you about to make love to something that isn't even human?
>as you tower over her, naked now, watching her writhe in an agony of newfound pleasure, her newly awoken pussy dripping onto the besheets, you know the answer is yes
 
>she looks up at you, pleading silently both to be merciful and to bring her over the edge quickly
>you grasp her hanches and pull her to you
>she squeaks quietly as you enter her
>the walls of her marehood wink and tense around you, growing accustomed to your size
>you push further and further in as Fluttershy gasps and moans under you
>you push to the hilt and begin thrusting powerfully
>Fluttershy arches her back, her wings splayed on the bed, erect and throbbing, practically in tears from the pleasure
>you go harder and faster, wanting nothing in this moment except to please her
>and please her you do
>with a scream (a quiet, polite scream; this is Fluttershy after all) she climaxes, arching so her back is for to snap in two; she cums forcefully all over you and the bed as you empty your load inside her
>you both collapse on the bed, exhausted and spent
 
>as you put your clothes back on, you pull a fiver out of your pocket and put it on the dresser. Someone will find that humorous; if not Fluttershy, then the unfortunate steward who will have to replace those sticky sheets
"A-Anon?"
>you turn back to the bed as you button your coat up
>Fluttershy is lying there, still dripping and panting
"That...that was wonderful...we should, um, do it again. Soon. If...that's ok with you..."
>you nod
>as you put your clothes back on, you pull a fiver out of your pocket and put it on the dresser. Someone will find that humorous; if not Fluttershy, then the unfortunate steward who will have to replace those sticky sheets
"A-Anon?"
>you turn back to the bed as you button your coat up
>Fluttershy is lying there, still dripping and panting
"That...that was wonderful...we should, um, do it again. Soon. If...that's ok with you..."
>you nod
"Sure thing, Flutters."
>you wink playfully and she blushes, still embarrassed
>you close the door and go topside again
>the fog has cleared by now and it's actually a beautiful morning
>you sigh and stretch, taking in the cool breeze
>your first mate approaches you
"We've been 'eading west now for three days, sir. No sign o' land, 'questria or otherwise. You sure these ponies know where they're goin'?"
>you pat him on the back
"Relax. Twilight..."
"Who?"
"Uh...the purple one..."
"Oh."
"...says she has some kind of cryptic map that'll lead us there. And I mean, unless their country is run by Hapsburgs, they wouldn't appoint a Princess who didn't know her shit. Right?"
>this logic doesn't even satisfy you, but it's all you know
>the first mate harumphs and walks away
>you look to the rail
>Rarity and Applejack are surveying the empty sea
 
>your first mate is eyeing you in that funny way again
>you know he's gay, and you've told him numerous times you're not interested, but he still tries from time to time
>can't set standards to high for a guy who used to fuck sheep back on his farm in Scotland
>but then again, you just banged a horse...
>no, no, totally different. Fluttershy is sentient. She can talk, give consent. Totally different thing!
>oh god, he's coming over to you
>suddenly he pulls you into the pilothouse underneath the poop deck
"What the fuck are you doing, man?"
>he says nothing,  just pulls down your trousers and gets on his knees
>oh bollocks, this has to stop
>you pull out your revolver and hold it to his temple
"I swear to god mate, if you don't knock it off..."
>he just grins and takes your full length in his mouth
>it does feel kind of nice
>and it gives you a better idea
>as he bobs up and down on your slowly growing dick, you gather the strength in your leg and ab muscles
>you get ready
>you wind up
>aaaaand...
>THRUST
>your first mate, caught off guard, gags, chokes, and falls backward
>he lays on the floor, hacking and coughing
>you laugh as you zip up
>you stand over him
"Next time you pull shit like that...I'll wreck ya, mate."
>the first mate looks up in terror, too shocked and traumatized to speak
>a rivulet of blood trickles from his nose as he spits out a tooth
>you holster your revolver and head back outside
 
>you fume outside the pilothouse door
>you're losing control of your highest ranking crewman, and that is dangerous
>you need to assert control
>and blow off some steam
>now.
>you kick the door in
>first mate is still on the floor
>he looks up at you in terror as you drop your trousers
"Now wait a minute laddeh, lets talk about this..."
"Don't you 'laddeh' me."
>you grab his butt as he tries to scramble away
>you put on your best Boondocks impression in a moment of dark comedic inspiration
>"Gimme yo ass, nigga"
>you rip off his trousers and bury yourself balls-deep in his ass
>he's howling louder than those filthy Somalians
>you go at it for almost an hour
>the first mate's screams turn into whimpers
>you pull out your dick, caked with shit and covered in blood
>wipe yourself clean and tidy up
"Was it good for you?"
>you whisper sardonically in his ear
>the first mate looks up at you
>he's bleeding from his mouth you've fucked him so hard
>slowly, he breaks into a toothy grin
"Aye, laddeh, that was jus' wot ah needed."
>you roll your eyes and exit the pilothouse
>you'll figure out some other way to keep him in check later
 
>making your way down belowdecks once again, you pass Fluttershy in the hall
>she smiles shyly as you walk past in the companionway
>you give that ass a playful slap as you go by
"Ohh...my..."
>make your voice like Lil Jon
"YEEEAAAH"
>Fluttershy nearly jumps out of her skin
>laugh your way to the chart room
>there's Twilight and her dragon assistant, poring over that cryptic map
>her horn is glowing, and your chart instruments hover over the aged canvas
>she looks up as you enter
>you stand at attention, as she is technically your superior
"Good morning, your Majesty"
>she looks back at her work
"Hey, Anon"
>you look at the map. It's a nonsensical jumble of runes no one can read, and land masses no one can identify
"What's all this?"
>you ask
>Twilight furrows her brow
"That's just it, Anon. No one knows. All I can say is that this is what lies westward."
"And after that?"
"Equestria, hopefully."
>you're a little irritated now
"Hopefully? You sounded so sure of yourself a few days ago, princess. Now the best you've got is 'hopefully'?"
>she looks up again, exasperated
"That's all I can say, with any honesty! Look, I'm sure this will all make sense in good time, but we need to be patient."
"I can be patient. My crew, however, will not be. They have a living to earn, families and loved ones to see. If we keep them in the dark much longer they'll mutiny, and you'll be sailing to Equestria on a raft!"
>she sighs
>her horn glows again and the map rolls up
"If we keep heading westward, we'll reach Equestria. It'll be a long trip and there will be challenges ahead, but we will get there. Tell your crew that."
 
"Man overboard, starboard bow!"
>you race on deck to find the foretopmen and deckhands crowded at the rail
>you push through to see what the fuss is about
>Rarity and Applejack are watching too
>Applejack points and whistles
"Phew! Well, don't that beat all."
>you look where her hoof is pointing
>something is in the water, racing towards the Aurora
>it's definitely human, but...it's swimming impossibly fast
>it's a hundred yards away, but you can see it'll close the distance in a matter of seconds
>you peer closer
>it's...wait, it can't be...
>it's your faggot brother, Pseudon
"Oi!">he shouts as he draws near
"Bruv, that's you, innit?"
>everyone turns to you
"Brother?" >a foretopman whispers
>you sigh
"Hello, Pseudon."
"Bruv, broski, broseidon, it's been too long! Come on, be a good chum and lower a ladder, will ya?"
 
>you cringe. You want to harpoon that smug Aussie bastard in his tiny prick and keelhaul him, but hey, he's family.
"No ladder, but we'll throw you a life ring!"
"Ah thanks bruv, I knew I could count on ya!"
>one of the foretopmen readies the ring with a line
>you dread this moment
>after all, Pseudon is a huge brony
>he'll flip his shit when he sees who's on board and where you're sailing
>knowing him, he already knows and that's why he's here
"Lifeline away!"
>the deckhands all grab the line and heave, hoisting your gangly brother aboard quickly and easily
>there he stands, smug little grin on his face
"Bruv! Good to see ya!"
 
>he runs forward to greet you
"Whoa, whoa", you say, backing away
>he misses the tackle and stumbles forward
>he trips over your leg
>a deckhand, standing behind you, had been splicing some rope with a marlinespike when the "man overboard" call was given
>he has stopped his work but still absentmindely gripped the long, cruel spike in his hand
>it is on this instrument your brother now finds himself skewered
"I...help...bruh..."
>his words become unintelligible gurgles as he sinks to the deck
>the crew looks on in shock
>you examine Pseudon's now-lifeless body with a serene, detached look
"Poor bastard must've gone crazy lost at sea"
>you say this both to convince the crew and yourself that you didn't see the marlinespike
>that you didn't know he'd fall
>that you let it happen
>you're a terrible person, you know it
>but he would have ruined everything
 
"Land ho!"
>as if this day couldn't get any busier
>all eyes turn forward
>sure enough, a faint grey speck appears on the horizon
>you pull out your trusty spyglass once again and look ahead
>it is a small island...certainly not Equestria...but it looks interesting enough
>Twilight Sparkle is on deck now, her gaze switching from the island to the cryptic map, then to the island again
"That's funny... I hadn't seen this part of the map before..."
>you turn at the sound of her voice. She is pointing to a small spot on the map, an ink smudge perhaps...no, no, a deliberate mark. A small island, with a drawing of a ship near it...a ship that seems awfully familiar...
>it's the Aurora
>the little drawing is moving across the canvas towards the island
>the island has no name, no markings other than a little splotch denoting its existence
>what the hell, you think, the crew deserve a little fun and a chance to stretch their legs
>you're certain your passengers would love that chance as well
>you clear your throat and the excited chatter ceases
>all eyes are on you
"Right, here's what we'll do. We'll stop at the island so we can get our bearings and resupply. We'll stay for two days. Even if there's nothing here if interest, we can all enjoy a sort of holiday."
>a roar of hearty assent rises from the crew
"Oh, an island excursion! What an adventure!"
>Rarity is obviously excited to show off whatever new "tropical" dress line she has been working on
"Ah don't know, sugar cube. Ah for one don't like the looks of that there mountain."
>Applejack points with her hoof to the dark mountain that rises, black and bare, above the forested island
>you wonder if this little vacation will become more than you bargained for
 
>later that day, anchored near the island, you oversee the preparation of the boats from the quarterdeck
>the crew are in high spirits, for a change
>as the late afternoon sun casts longer and longer shadows across the deck, the preparations are completed
>you head to the companionway to see if any of the ponies want to come ashore
"Hey, do any of you want to g-"
>you don't even finish before you are knocked over by a blur of color and heat quizzing past
"Rainbow Dash, you cut that out this instant or I swear I'll kick you clean 'cross this here ship!"
>rubbing your head, you sit up and look in the direction of the commotion
>the crew are laughing hysterically as Rarity and Twilight stare in shock
>Applejack is running around the deck, trying desperately to stay ahead of Rainbow Dash, who has something burning clenched in her teeth
>it flops slightly in the breeze
>is it...oh bollocks
>you knew the first mate would have one somewhere
>you didn't imagine he'd buy a dragon dildo, though
>and you didn't imagine Rainbow Dash would set it on fire and chase Applejack with it
>this looks like something you should deal with
 
>you are so sick of everyone's shit by this point
>you storm up to Rainbow Dash
>she's so surprised by your presence she offers no resistance as you grab a non-burning part of the huge dong and rip it out of her mouth
"Hey! What gives! I was playing with that!"
>I bet you were you little count, you think to yourself as you head to a small green box near the foremast
>you fish around, the jingling of brass telling the crew all they need to know about what is coming
>they step back, snickering
>you grab a blank shell and head to the two-pounder
>in one swift, angry, deft motion, you bring the gun to bear of Dash and whip open the breech
"Wait! Don't stick it in there, it'll get all sooty!"
>you cram the monster dildo into the breech and follow it with the charge
>only as you slam the breech shut and grab the lanyard does it dawn on Dash what you plan to do
"Wait, wha...no, NO!"
>she scrambles to get away
>too late
>THUD
>the meaty slap of cannon-powered dildo hitting face rings in your ears
>Rainbow Dash soars, limp, through the air, crashing in a tangled heap by some crates
>the dildo spins off over the side
>the crew roars with laughter as Dash slowly picks herself up, a giant dick-shaped welt forming on her face
>she glares silently at you
>fucks given: zero
 
>you brush off your jacket as you step off the dinghy onto the beach
>the island, while menacing and mysterious-looking at a distance, is actually a pretty cool place
>palm trees line the beach, and mango groves can be seen in the forest
>the hooting of primates can be heard, and gulls wheel overhead
>all six of your pony passengers, as well as Spike, have decided to come ashore
>your boatswain comes up to you
"This place looks promising, sir. My boys have already found a freshwater stream, and there's fruit aplenty all around. And where there's fruit, you can bet there's meat, too."
>you nod in silent approbation
>finally, something is going your way today
>you sit down on a driftwood log and open your hip flask
>the boatswain opens his, and you clink the tin vessels together
"Here's to the voyage so far. To all we've seen and been through."
"Aye, sir, and here's to all that's yet to come."
>you swill the rum in your flask
>it clears your head marvelously
>you look around
>the ponies are playing on the beach
>your men are either out exploring or keeping watch by the boats
>you rise and stretch
 
>meanwhile, the ponies have wandered into the woods
"Rainbow Dash, darling, are you sure this is a good idea? Suppose we get lost! Suppose they leave without us and we're stranded here forever? Suppose some horrible creature comes out of nowhere and eats us!"
"Oh Rarity, you are so silly! Nothing that big could grow on this island! Besides, didn't you hear the captain? We're here for two days! Now come on, step it up! I wanna see what's at the top of that mountain."
>they continue deeper and deeper into the forest
>Twilight looks around nervously
"Guys? Should it be this...quiet? I haven't heard any birds or animals or anything for a while now."
>Rainbow Dash laughs again
"What are you Twilight, a chicken?"
>Twilight's horn glows and so does the dick-shaped bruise on Dash's face
"Ow, OW! Ok, ok!"
>suddenly Applejack stops in her tracks
"Hold on everypony...Twilight, what in tarnation is THAT?"
>they have stumbled into a small clearing
>in the middle sits a large mass of plant matter, a large sphere of what appears to be wood, petrified and riddled with baseball-sized holes
>the whole thing is about three feet in diameter
"I...I don't know, Applejack. I've never seen anything like it!"
 
>the six ponies approach the strange plant
>Fluttershy hangs back
"Um...I don't like the looks of that...m-maybe we should go back...like, now..."
>Rainbow Dash zips over to the ball and taps it
"Hello? Anybody home?"
>she peers into one of the holes
"Huh. That's weird, a can't see anything..."
>she's interrupted by a scream from Twilight
>all the others look over and gasp in horror
>Twilight is hanging upside down several feet in the air, suspended by a thick green tentacle wrapped around her hind leg
"Twilight! I'm comin'...aah!"
>Applejack is hoisted into the air by a second tentacle wrapped around her midsection
>before they can escape, the other four are snagged in a similar fashion
>Rarity is positively hysterical
"Oh, I TOLD you this would be a bad idea! Someone please DO something!"
>Pinkie Pie is giggling
"What's all the fuss? It's not hurting us. It actually feels kinda funny! Hee hee! Oh stop, that tickles!"
>a swarm of smaller tentacles emerge and surround the ponies menacingly
>Applejack squirms and struggles in vain
"Twilight! Use your magic! Get us OUT of here!"
>before Twilight can answer, the smaller tentacles plunge forward...
 
"EEEEEEEEEEEP!"
>Fluttershy squeals as one of the tentacles plunges into her ass
>Rarity squirms upward, trying to stay away from a tendril probing dangerously close to her marehood
>it's no use
>coiling up like a spring, it strikes like a cobra, plunging so deep and so quickly that Rarity has the wind knocked out of her
>more tendrils join in
>soon all six are being fucked relentlessly every way possible
>the screams are silenced by thick tentacles rammed down their throats
>the groans of pain and despair quiet down eventually
>against their best efforts, the ponies one by one give in to the new feelings rippling through their tense, hyperextended bodies
>quiet moans of pleasure and the slushing sound of tentacles pumping in and out are the only sounds now
 
"Well, well, well, look who has found themselves entangled in a little snafu!"
>Twilight gurgles in surprise and looks up
>Discord is standing at the edge of the forest, clearly enjoying the scene tremendously
"Help us! We'll do anythmmmmph..."
>Rarity's cry for help is stifled by the throbbing tentacle in her throat
>Discord chuckles
"Goodness me, what would Spike say if he saw you like this?"
>Rarity's eyes widen with fear
"Ah well. Best to leave that sort of thing to speculation, don't you agree? Anyway, you were saying. You would do...what exactly?"
>Twilight uses what little horn magic she can control in her current state to yank the tentacle from her mouth
"Anything! We'll do anything! Just get us dow-ow-ow-ah-AH-AAHHH..."
>Discord scratches his beard, thinking
"Anything, hmm?"
>Rainbow Dash glares at him, unable to talk
>Fluttershy pleads silently with him with her eyes
"Oh very well."
>he snaps his fingers and the plant thing evaporates into a pale blue mist
>the ponies collapse on the ground, panting, spent
>Pinkie Pie is giggling
"Whee! That was great!"
>the others glare at her
>Discord places his hands on his hips, stern and paternal-looking
"Now then."
 
>discord snaps his fingers
>suddenly the parking lot where I sit, parked, tapping this shitty CYOA out on a cracked iPhone, disappears
>there I am, in my story, among them
>I saw the last post so I know what will happen
>Discord grins maliciously
"Wreck him."
>the ponies look at one another, then at me
>I shrug and throw up my hands in surrender
"Eh, you better just do it. If I fight back or disobey, you'll break the continuity of the story."
>Discord chimes in
"And we wouldn't want that!"
>I take a few steps forward
"Come on guys, there'll be no hard feelings. Just hit me with your best shot."
>reluctantly, the ponies gather round
>20 minutes later I'm lying in a pool of my own blood
>I have a few broken ribs, a concussion, a broken nose, my tailbone feels weird, and I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding internally
>no matter, I'm the narrator
>I can just write myself back to health anytime I want
>but I don't just yet
>as Discord laughs and the ponies flee back to the beach, I lift my head up
"Heh heh heh...good one guys, you really got me. Stay outta my shed!"
>and in a puff of super gay rainbow smoke, I teleport back to the earthrealm
 
"Magical Plants, Swarthy Scottish Sailors, and Cannibals" edition.
 
 
 
>you sit on the beach
>despite the pirates, despite the incident with your first mate, despite having to teach Rainbow Dash a very painful lesson, it's been a good day
>Fluttershy has a sweet ass
>and this island has some sweet resources
>your crew's expeditionary party has returned, laden with fruit, freshly killed meat, and barrels and barrels of fresh drinking water
>the six ponies limp out of the forest and silently join the celebratory pig roast on the shore
>they look tired
>you go over to Applejack
"So, you guys went exploring? See anything interesting?"
>Applejack shrugs and looks away
>none of them look like they want to talk
>ah, well
>you take another swig of rum and look around for your first mate
>where'd that bastard go?
>suddenly you feel the ground shake slightly
>voices raised in anger and excitement echo through the dark forest
>whoops and battle cries in a strange tongue reach your ears
>your crew freezes for a moment, as though time has stopped
>suddenly your first mate crashes through the thicket and out into the open
>his clothes are shredded, he's bleeding from several injuries, and he looks absolutely hysterical
>he yells one word as a pack of 50 or so painted figures armed with spears, knives, and torches wheel into view
>it is one word that causes the entire crew to drop their food and drink and grab their weapons, ready for the worst
>it is the one word you dreaded to hear
 
"CANNIBALS!"
 
"All hands, beat to quarters! Hold the boats!"
>you draw your revolver and aim at a big dude near the front, carrying a huge obsidian club and wearing a necklace of human skulls
>your first shot hits him in the shoulder
>he hardly even slows down
>a little up and to the right...
>bang.
>the second shot passes directly through the cannibal's right eye socket, exiting the back of his head in a swath of dark red blood and purplish, grey brain matter
>the big guy drops, killed instantly
>the rest of the crew open fire with rifles and pistols
>the natives slow their advance as the front line is mowed down
>but more keep coming
>you know that even with your superior weaponry you can't hold the beach forever
>there are probably hundreds of cannibals on this island, maybe thousands
>there are only twenty or so on the beach, armed with bolt-action rifles, cutlasses, and revolvers, plus the ponies
>you think quickly
>you look out at your first mate, holding the high ground far from the group, fending off the natives with a hatchet and a steady stream of profanity
>you get an idea
"Twilight! Rarity!"
>the two unicorns look up from their cover
>you point out at your stranded lieutenant
"Think you can lift him and bring him this way?"
"Of course!"
"With pleasure!"
>they concentrate, horns glowing, eyes squeezed shut
>the first mate glows a pale blue as he fights on
>for a while nothing happens
>a native charges him with a spear
>he deftly parries it with his free hand and sinks his hatchet into the young warrior's brain
>suddenly he is hoisted into the air by an invisible force
>the natives around him scatter, hooting in terror
"Oi! Wha...'oever you are, put me down! Thass an order!"
>he arcs over the crowd of terrified savages and lands, rather roughly, at your feet
"Oof!"
>he picks himself up and dusts off
>he turns to the ponies
>the two unicorns grin and wink in unison
"Ach...ye didn't hafta do that, I had 'em sorted...but...thanks."
 
"The boats! Everyone, two the boats!"
>the boatswain blasts the signal on his whistle
>several hundred yards away, the Aurora's bell sounds the "late to ship" bell
>your crew falls back to the boats, covering and firing as they retreat
>one foretopman stops to reload his rifle
>suddenly you hear a whizzing sound and the foretopman reels backward
>a javelin sticks out of his chest
"No!"
>one of his fellow crewmen tries to run to him but your boatswain holds him back
"Leave him! There's no time!"
>suddenly the wounded boy glows purple and is hoisted, swiftly but gently, into one of the boats
>the ponies all pile into one boat
>all except Fluttershy, who cowers on the beach, frozen in terror as the natives rush down towards the surf
>everyone is on board
"Shove off! Go, go!"
>fuck it
>you jump out into the surf and run back up the beach
>the natives rush at you, only yards away
>the little yellow ball that is Fluttershy squeaks in fright as you snatch her up under one arm
>you put her behind you and begin backing up, facing the natives
"Move, move! Stay behind me!"
>she complies, albeit shakily and slowly
>you fire one shot after another, dropping natives left and right as arrows and spears hurtle past
"Aaah!"
>an arrow in your shoulder
>just what you need
>the pain shoots through your arm as you reload your revolver
>a crewman helps Fluttershy into the boat behind you
"Come on, cap'n! We're the last boat out!"
>you're oblivious
>your rage clouds your mind and steadies your aim
>these savages fucked with the wrong crew
>the want to eat your friends?
>they want to hurt Fluttershy?
>they'll have to kill you first
"Motherfuckers!"
>you fan your revolver, sending all six rounds into the crowd in seconds
>it takes three crewmen to drag you into the boat
>it is only much later, as the Aurora leaves the island astern and heads westward once again, that you finally calm down
 
 
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>you are only calm for a moment
>you get up, yanking the arrow out of your shoulder
"Captain! You need to get that tended to!"
"Not now! I need my space!"
>you storm aft to the stern rail
>you need relief
>you take out your flask and pound back what's left of the rum
>it does nothing
>you need...
>ah, that's it
>you drop your trousers and whip out your huge curved penis
>it grows in your hand, blood flowing to it as your adrenaline keeps pumping
>the island grows more and more distant as you sail westward
>you place your hand around the shaft...
"Cap'n? Uhh, what are you doin' back there?"
"What? Oh, nothing. Just, uh...taking a piss. Someone's in the loo belowdecks and, heh, couldn't wait!"
>they leave and you begin to fap furiously
>oh that's niiiice
>the cool night air massages your giant Captain Morgan dick, making it grow to it's full length
>your rub faster and faster
"I...I am Captain and I...ohh god...I SAY..."
>you feel the pressure building
>here's the climax\
"I SAY..."
>here it comes!
"FUCK YO ISLAND!"
>you shoot your load
>it sounds like a Gatling gun firing at full tilt
>and it keeps coming and coming
>so fast it ignites mid air
>the Aurora lurches, knocking everyone on deck to the ground
>you begin to trundle through the waves faster and faster
"FUCK...YO...ISLAND!"
>the monstrous bulk of your load explodes out in one big flaming glob
>the sonic boom propels you forward at 88 mph
>the masts creak and strain
>cables snap
>the crew grab onto the rails for dear life
>by the time you are spent, the island is over the horizon
>well, westward ho once again
>damn it feels good to be the captain
 
>Rainbow Dash walks up to you as you zip up
"Hey Cap!"
>you hate it when she calls you that
>actually you hate it when she talks at all, but whatever
"Hey, Dash. How's your hammer hangin'?"
"How's my who now?"
"Uh...never mind. What's up?"
>Rainbow Dash looks ahead
"I was thinking...I can fly over the horizon and back in, like, [spoiler]ten seconds flat[/spoiler]. I could scout out ahead for trouble if you like!"
>that retarded catchphrase deflates what's left of your erection with an audible hissing sound, like air escaping from a punctured beach ball
>still, it's a great offer
>those ponies have been on board for two weeks and this is the first time Dash has offered to help at all
>literally everypony else has found something to do except her
>you nod approvingly
"Yeah, that'd be great. Just fly dead ahead, maybe a couple nautical miles over the horizon, then come straight back."
"You GOT it, chief!"
>in a streak of rainbow, she's off and away
>you pull your watch out of your pocket
>tick...
>tick...
>tick...
"Heh. Ten seconds flat my ass."
>minutes go by
>then she returns, streaking over the horizon and skidding to a halt on the quarterdeck, panting
>you walk up to her
"Well? Are we in the clear?"
>Dash shakes her head
"There's a huge thunderstorm headed this way. It'll be here in just a few hours."
>you look around at the littered deck of the Aurora
>you look up at the loose-hanging stays and halyards
>this might be a rough one...
 
"Check those battens! Reef the main and foretop to the weather earring! Steady on those ratlines, boys, it's a choppy bugger out there today!"
>after several hours of tossing and turning you're hoarse from bellowing orders and craving some sleep
>you've been up for over 24 hours on rum, coffee, and a bit of roast pig
>you turn to the helmsman
"Keep her steady on course, due west."
"Due west, aye sir."
>you stumble to the companionway and head below for more rum
>the faint smell of puke reaches your nostrils, coming from the crew area
>you snicker
"Heh. First-timers."
>you head back to your cabin and open your private reserve
>you glug down part of a bottle of rum, then fill up your flask
>as you head back up topside, you can swear you hear music of some kind
>you come up on deck
>the first mate and a few off-duty deckhands are doing some sort of jig to keep spirits up
>over the roaring wind and pounding waves, you hear it:
"Open the door,
Get on the floor,
Everybody walk the dinosaur."
>you groan and make your way to the rail
>you peer out at the desolate sea in all it's grey-green fury
>the dinosaur keeps walkin' behind you
>suddenly, a dark shape appears out of the night
>the smell of rancid shit, almost putrid enough to keel you over, hits you like a wave
>siren voices reach out to you from across the night
>the crew pauses in their work to listen
"Rate me..."
"Cheese pizza..."
"OP is a faggot..."
>then a dark, forbidding obelisk of a rock comes into view
>light blue fires grace it's bare surface
>figures sit in its cracks and crevices, either emaciated or bloated beyond all recognition
>all have the same ghostly pallor
>they reach out to you as you sail past
"F-faggot..."
"Lol ponies r gay..."
"> implying..."
>you shudder with fear
>your first mate takes a swig from his flask, draining almost the whole thing
>the boatswain crosses himself, as do several crew members
>you turn to them
"Well lads, we've just passed /b/ island. There's no turning back now. We sail west, or we are doomed to ride this shitstorm forever."
>the crew all nod silently and return to their posts
>the dinosaur will have to walk another day
 
>the storm passes, along with the excitement
>soon a calm sets in, as the crew busies themselves with making repairs
>a sort of solemn ennui sets in
>you don't like it
>a pirate attack, a cannibal attack, and a storm all within 48 hours has left everyone exhausted and stressed
>you decide to lighten things up
>going below, you find an unused cooper's ring
>you head topside and, using the ratlines to get high enough, nail it to the foremast about 15 feet off the ground
>the first mate comes over as you climb down
"Uh, Cap'n? Wot's this all aboot?"
>you point up at your handiwork
"It's a basketball hoop!"
>you notice the two foretopmen turn their heads at the mention of a hoop
>you head to a small box by the pilothouse and pull out the basketball from the pirate attack
>you dribble it back across the quarterdeck
>running past the foremast, you toss the ball behind you and sink a two-pointer
>some crew members cheer and shout encouragement
>you look up to where most of them are gathered
"Right then, who's down for a little game or two?"
 
>the game begins
>boatswain is reffing
>it's 3 on 3
>you, Twilight, and Applejack on one team
>Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and first mate on the other
 
>Two periods in and your team is crushing it
>the crew cheers you on as you sink shot after shot
>Rainbow Dash is properly pooper peeved
>she may be fast, but she has the motor skills of a drunkard
>meanwhile your game gets better and better with each mouthful of rum you swig
>Rainbow Dash lunges at you as you dribble the ball up the quarterdeck
>you feel her swoop in behind you
>suddenly there is the sound of shattering glass and a collective gasp from all the crew and ponies
>the game freezes
>you look behind you
>Rainbow Dash is knocked the fuck out on the deck
>bits of a broken jar lie scattered about
>she's covered in a red, sticky liquid
>blood?
>no...
>you smell the liquid
>it smells sweet
>and are those bits of fruit?
>you dip your finger in and take a lick
>it's...strawberry jam?
>suddenly the liquid moves
>collects
>rises
>soon a tall, ape-like humanoid figure made entirely of strawberry jam stands before you
>it roars in your face, hitting you with flecks of berry
>this day is only getting weirder and weirder
>you pull out your revolver and fire, but the bullets simply sink into the jam guy
"I think I may have had a bit too much rum..."
 
>you pause for a moment
>the jam beast lumbers towards you
>you are so done
>all you want to do is shoot some hoops and have a lie-down
>you reach into your pocket, feeling around for the tool you want
>ah, yes
>there it is
>you pull out your portable utensil kit, the one from your Navy days
>you flip open the spoon
>and you lunge at the creature's face
>it's delicious
>loud, flailing, and rather hard to hold on to, but very delicious
 
>the monster reels back, half it's face missing
>but you ain't done yet
"Twilight!"
>the princess turns to you
"I'm afraid I've been remiss in showing our new guest some hospitality. How about we...make him a sandwich?"
>the purple pony grins and winks
>her horn glows
>the monster recovers enough to roar again
>driven by pain and rage, it roars and charges forward
"Uh, Twilight?"
"Hold on, hold on!"
>as the jam man towers over you, two huge, walking pieces of bread covered in peanut butter appear in a flash of purple smoke and tackle jellyman Terry Tate-style
>the monster's howls are muffled between thick sheets of Wonder Bread
>you look at your crew, who are all gaping at the spectacle
"Looks like PB&J is on the menu tonight, boys!"
 
>ding-ding...
>two bells, and the party has finally stopped
>you stagger back to your quarters, drunk as all hell, expelling belches that smell like strawberry jam and peanut butter
>how much did you eat?
>fuck, who knows
>the corridor rocks and reels under your unsteady feet, and even though a tiny, lucid part of your mind knows its the rum and not your becalmed ship, you bang on the wall anyway
"Eyy! Helmsman! Keepiddown up there!"
>you stagger up to your door
>it's locked
>you kick it in and stumble inside
>there's some hazy, indistinct yellow object on your bed
"Wha..."
"Oh...sorry...I'll just go...this is a bad time..."
>that quiet, plaintive, ever-so-cute voice you know well snaps you back to sobriety faster than a tankard of ice-cold coffee
>Fluttershy lies huddled on your bed
"F-Fluttershy! Uh, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in your room?"
"I...guess, but...umm...well, I guess I've just seen an awful lot today, and, um...if its not too much trouble...could I sleep in here tonight? W-with you?"
>she looks up at you with those big, sad blue eyes of hers
 
>the buzz of the rum still burns your forehead, but at least you aren't staggering around blind drunk anymore
>you can think clearly
"Sure, Fluttershy. You don't need to ask me."
>Fluttershy smiles weakly
"Th-thanks, Anon. Y-you're the best."
>you hang up your coat, then pull off your shirt
>Fluttershy's face reddens and she looks away, embarassed
>you gently move her over to one side of the bed and pull the sheets up to her chin
>you hop into bed next to her and turn out the light
>you feel her shift deeper under the covers
>you turn away from her, wanting to give her space
>the you of yesterday would have had her on her back, moaning your name by now
>but you don't want to
>you just want her safe
>the arrow wound in your shoulder throbs with pain now that the rum has worn off
>it will most likely heal into an ugly and rather prominent scar
>but you'll wear it like a badge of honor
>because you got it protecting her
>you roll over and gather the little yellow pegasus in a hug
>she squeaks softly, not resisting or protesting
>she snuggles up against you, relaxed, warm, safe
>you squeeze her gently as you think back on all that has happened
>you bury your face in her soft pink mane as you remember the savages bearing down on her at the island
>you hold her close as you recall passing by the cursed rock of /b/
>you plant the lightest, gentlest, sweetest kiss possible on top of her head, between her ears, as you remember the Somali pirates that had come zooming out of the morning mist
>you realize that this is more than some weird passing fetish
>this is more than the burning urge to relieve oneself that only a man stuck on a ship with no women for months at a time can know
>you realize this is love
>it scares you a little
>but it gives you purpose
>and hope
>hope for yourself, and for the voyage
>now you have someone worth fighting for
>worth dying for
>or better yet, worth living for
>you give Fluttershy another gentle kiss on the forehead and hug her closer still
 
>you've never felt this way about anyone, anything, before
>it's so intense it genuinely frightens you
>you want to envelop Fluttershy with your love, practically crush her with it, hide away with her somewhere nothing could ever hurt her
>it's almost physically painful as the realization hits you that that will never happen
>but it intensifies the burning in your chest
>you turn Fluttershy so she's facing you
>her eyes are still open, although just barely
>you stare into those gorgeous sea-blue orbs for what seems like hours, marveling in their beauty
>finally you muster up the courage to utter the words you need to say
>you whisper them inches from her sleepy, beautiful face
 
"I love you, Fluttershy. I love you so very, very much."
 
>Fluttershy's face reddens, but she doesn't look away
>she smiles
 
"I...uh...I, ah..."
 
>she whimpers and goes silent
>her eyes look into yours, telling you everything she's too scared to say
>you draw her closer into you, your arms wrapping tighter around her
>you plant your lips on hers, your mouths meshing surprisingly well
>you kiss her long, hard, passionately
>you trace the outline of each of her teeth with your tongue
>her tongue finds yours and you explore one another's mouths, never even pausing for air, so lost in the moment and each other that right there, right then, nothing else matters
 
>the kiss lasts forever, or it seems to
>you stroke her wings, her mane, her back
>Fluttershy hugs you close, and you feel your kisses grow more intense, your touches more sensual
>slowly, gently, you roll over until she is under you; not pinned, just beneath you, staring up into your eyes, smiling, splayed out and ready for you
>you almost can't do it
>she trusts you
>you could be a monster
>in fact, you're not sure you aren't
>she is completely vulnerable at this moment, and of all the people in the world she trusts you
>the thought brings you closer to tears than you've been in a long, long time
>you cup Fluttershy's chin in your hand, stroking her cheek
>in that moment, you silently vow to always protect her, to always love her
>she needs you and you need her
>and right now, what she needs is your body
>she needs your warmth
>the soft caress of your human hands, the warmth of your breath between her shoulderblades, the sensation of your manhood deep inside her
>you want to give it all to her
>you have to
>and you will
 
>you slide off your trousers
>you move a hand toward's Fluttershy's splayed hind legs
>her wings, once folded, now spread, rigid and pulsating slightly
>she shivers and closes her eyes, mouth hanging slightly open
>you run your hand across her marehood, just barely brushing it
>she twitches and squirms, moaning quietly
"I...I-I love you too, A-Anon..."
>that gentle declaration, delivered in a cooing, supplicant moan of pleasure, drives you over the edge
>but you restrain yourself
>you grind your erection up against Fluttershy's marehood, pressing your tip against her slit but not entering her
>she moans and writhes in ecstasy as her marehood becomes slick with moisture
>you rock back and forth, pushing, probing, but never penetrating
>you're almost in a trance, sitting like this
>Fluttershy lets her head fall back as she gives in to her pleasure and moans loudly, gasping for air at almost every intake
>her legs twitch helplessly in the air
>you grasp her haunches and pull her slowly towards you
>Fluttershy bites her lower lip and stifles a squeal as the head of your erect member slips inside her winking marehood
 
>you slide all the way in, Fluttershy gasping loudly as the base of your member pushes inside her
>you begin pushing in and out, long thrusts, pulling back until all but the tip is out, then ramming home again
>each powerful thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through every fiber of Fluttershy's trembling body
>as you pick up the pace her moans turn to screams
>you look down at your lover, bucking and arching her back in newfound ecstasy as your massive girth slides in and out of her
>this is the best
>as you both climax you feel a sense of relief and immense happiness wash over you both
>you collapse once again into each other's arms, surrendering to one another in a second round of passionate kisses
>finally you both close your eyes, still holding one another
>you stroke your beautiful pony's face as she smiles at you
"Goodnight, Anon."
 
"Goodnight, Fluttershy."
 
>and with that you both (along with tired OP here) fall into a deep sleep
 
>ding-ding...
>ding-ding...
>ding-ding...
> fuck
>six bells and you're just barely waking up, buck-ass naked with very painful morning wood
>you look over at Fluttershy, still sleeping peacefully
>you kiss her forehead and get dressed
>as you throw on your coat there's a knock at your door
"Yes, come in."
>it's the boatswain
>he salutes politely and takes a step inside your cabin
>he glances at the empty bottle rolling on your floor and the pegasus in your bed
>he starts to leave
"I'm sorry sir, I see I've come at a bad time. I'll be in the foc'sle when you're ready."
"No no, it's fine. I was just about to come up anyway. What is it?"
"Some of the lads were looking for more rum down in the hold...you know, for the party...and they found a stowaway."
>you stare at him, stunned
"A...stowaway?"
"Yes sir, and she's feisty. Knows her magic well, and speaks all funny-like..."
"What do you mean?"
"She...she rhymes everything, sir."
>you sigh, exasperated
>can't one day just be normal?
>you follow the boatswain back to the brig
>a bejeweled zebra sits, clapped in irons, guarded by one of the deckhands
>she looks angry
"You think you can get away with this,
Locking me up in this dark abyss?"
 
>you pull up a stool and sit down
"I don't think I can get away with it...I know I can. Im captain on board this ship, and you, my friend, are a stowaway. I'm entitled to toss you overboard if I want. In fact, I have half a mind to right now. Who are you, and why are you here?"
>the zebra sighs, looking down
"My name, if you must know, is Zecora,
And I stowed away on the Aurora
To keep an eye on the ponies here;
To make sure they get back to the land they hold dear."
>you hunch forward in the stool
>you're not convinced
"So...you stowed away to keep an eye on my passengers? Why didn't you just sign the roster and walk aboard in broad daylight, like they did? There's plenty of room on this ship; we would have accommodated you. So either you suffered a tremendous lapse in judgement, or..."
>you stand up and get right up next to her
>she gulps nervously and shuts her eyes
"...you're not telling me the whole truth."
 
>Zecora is shaking now
>you lean in close to her ear
"Why are you really here?"
>Zecora looks up at you
"Wh...I...hmm..."
>you get right in your face
>she breaks
"When you were docked, some time ago,
I was passing by, looking at the ships come and go;
I heard a cluck aboard your ship and
I came aboard in search of chicken."
>she looks down again
>the guard turns to you
"Captain, we don't have Scootaloo on the roster, do we?"
>you punch him in the arm
"Shut up, Ray Ray."
>the guard chuckles and falls silent
"Soooo...you came on my ship to steal food."
"Please sir, my regret could not be bigger,
But understand I'm a broke-ass nigga."
>you stand up straight
"So you sneak on board, steal my provisions, endanger my crew, lie to me when you get caught...and you expect me to be sympathetic?"
 
"Help! Help! Let me go!
I can curse you all, I'll have you know!"
>the two deckhands drag Zecora to the rail
>you step up to the foredeck and look down on the proceedings on the quarterdeck
"Bring her here."
>they drag the protesting zebra up to you
>you grab a coiled length of rope from the deck you tie one end to Zecora's shackle
>the rest of the line is coiled around the wildcat, spliced onto the heavy anchor chain
>you turn to the foretopmen
"Unshackle the anchor."
>the massive anchor is detached from it's shackle and dragged up on deck
>you turn to the men holding Zecora
"Throw her off."
>the zebra is hurled, screaming, over the rail
>the rope tenses, and you hear the snapping of bone and a blood-chilling shriek of pain
>Zecora hangs by her now-fractured leg, inches from the water
>the foretopmen take their place at the wildcat and look to you expectantly
>you saunter to the rail
"You wanted chicken, eh? Well, I doubt you'll find any down there. You'll find plenty of fish though, and it is a Friday!"
>the crew all laugh
>you turn to the foretopmen
"Lower away."
>Zecora's screams turn to gurgles and then silence as the four men crank the wildcat around and around
 
*A wildcat is a large cranking mechanism used to raise and lower anchors and other heavy equipment. On older vessels it is cranked by a team of four to eight men, who grab an arm and walk around the central crank. It's called a "wildcat" because if the team loses control of a heavy anchor, the arms whip around fast enough to break bones and even throw men overboard.
 
>you only intended to keelhaul her, not kill her
>not entirely, anyway
>she may have proved useful
>but when you haul the line in, all that is left of Zecora is a bloodied hind leg
>you look in the water
>a giant aquatic chicken breaches the surface, belching loudly
>several sea ponies surface around it
>one of them looks up at you, staring you dead in the eye
>it only whispers, but you can hear them clearly:
"Shoo bee doo, bitches."
>and with that, they disappear