>*CRUNCH*
>Ponies.
>*SMASH* *SCREEK*
>Fucking Ponies.
>You lay in your comfy bed, staring at the ceiling. Definitely not sleeping.
>Hell no, that shit is impossible with the racket these fucking horses are making.
>This isn't the first time they've done this shit.
>Turns out these little bags of sugar have a thing called "Estrus". Basically they get real jacked-up, and go around trying to fuck anything that walks. Including you.
>Well, why wouldn't they? All the stallions get sent away, and you're allowed to stay, because you don't lose your shit like the other dudes do.
>Being the only thing in town with a dick makes you the prime target for sexing up.
>"Anooon? Why don't you come out and play?"
>Well, that's grand. One of the little bags of estrogen is talking to you.
WHAT?
>You yell at the door. Your voice echoes through the house, and the whole place goes quiet.
>Somewhere in the house, you hear a wet squishing noise.
THAT BETTER NOT BE MY FUCKING TOOTHBRUSH AGAIN!
>The noises start up again. A cacophony of banging, clattering, smashing and weirdness sounds out.
Sounds like Blue Man Group. Heh.
>"Anon."
WHAT, ALREADY? QUIT WASTING MY FUCKING TIME!
>"Anon. I am right here."
>Oh shit, she is.
>Maud Pie. The living dead, standing right in your bedroom.
>Rolling out of bed, you grab the nearest thing to use as a weapon.
>Which happens to be a sock.
Make your move, hombre. What's it gonna be?
>You swing the sock menacingly, which, unsurprisingly, is difficult to do.
>"Your rock. I want it."
Ah, so you DO want my dong?
>Maud stares at you blankly.
>"No, your rock."
>She points at the rock on your bedside cabinet. It's just a rock, that you glued some googly eyes on.
You... want that rock?
>She silently picks the rock up, and then just slowly fades away.
My fucking rock.
>Mourning the loss of Sir Googliton, you dress yourself, which is difficult, because you left the curtains open, and the mares outside are shouting at you like you're a stripper.
>"TAKE EM' OFF! WOO"
>"YEAH BABY!"
LEAVE ME ALONE!
>You pull the curtains shut, a chorus of disappointment ringing out from the mares outside, and finish dressing yourself.
Time to get some eats. Hopefully.
>"You can eat me anytime, anon!"
Fuck off!
>Okay. This is the tricky part.
>The ponies are in the house, and naturally, when you leave this room, they're gonna boff you. Repeatedly. Hard.
>Luckily, you came prepared.
>*SQUEAK*
Antonio Banderas love doll, I don't know where you came from, but you're a real pal!
>Throwng the door open, you throw the doll out, dressed in some of your clothes.
>The doll sails through the air, straight down the hallway, ponies swarming after it.
Right, I've got about 3 minutes before they realise! Tally ho!
>With a warcry that Brian Blessed would be proud of, you run straight down the stairs.
>Right into a ball of blue fury.
FUCK!
>Smashing right into your stomach, Dash sends you crashing into the kitchen wall.
Son of a...
>"Hey, bro! Saw you trying to sneak away!"
>Rainbow Dash might be your best bro, but even she isn't immune to estrus.
>Your mind reels, running through a few escape ideas. All of them won't work, as you know from past experiences.
H-hey, bro! What's...uh, what's going on?
>She pouts, and brings her face right up to yours, her muzzle touching your nose.
>"I'm always just your "bro". Never anything more. Well-"
>A hoof slides up your leg, slowly rubbing on your crotch, a hardening bulge taking form.
>"Not anymore."
>Silently cursing at your traitorous penis, you gulp.
C-come on, Dashie!
>Her face reddens at that name.
Y-you know I've always liked you! Honest! And...
>"And?"
>Another hoof pushes into your shoulder, pinning you against the wall.
A-and... We don't have to do this, this way.
>Well, you have a plan. A shit one, but a plan nonetheless.
You know... I have a perfectly good bed upstairs. If you let me go..
>She looks at you with half-lidded eyes, clearly contemplating the idea of raping you in bed instead.
>"Nah. I'm good."
>What a pokerface. This may not be poker, but you're still getting fucked.
>"Besides.."
>A button pops open on your jeans.
>"Why move the party?"
>She pushes her lips against yours, forcing her tongue into your mouth.
Mmmpgh!?
>Aggressive in sports, and aggressive in kissing, Dash's tongue writhes around your own tongue, constricting it like a snake.
>She breaks the kiss, a trail of saliva running from your lips to hers.
>"Come on, Anon! You don't wanna lose, do you?"
>Another deep kiss, her tongue practically forcing itself down your throat.
>She's sat on your legs now, both hoofs working on the zipper of your jeans.
>*ZIIIPPP*
>And you're out, her soft hooves rubbing up and down the hard length of your cock.
>She breaks away from you again, and looks down at your shaft, eyes filled with hunger.
>"How could you keep this from me? So selfish.."
>You groan. You really don't want to enjoy this, but she's so fucking good at it..
>She rigorously works your cock, one hoof rubbing at your glans every now and then, then sliding back down.
>Looking back up at you, Rainbow shifts up, and you feel her wet marehood rub against your tip.
>"Anon.. always so cool."
>Her hoof slides underneath, positioning you.
>"Always so friendly.."
>You feel her lips parting, the head slowly..
>"Always.. AH!"
>She plunges down, and you're thrusted in to the hilt, your shaft surrounded by a warm, wet tightness.
Fuck...
>"E-exactly."
>Bouncing up and down, she starts to grind on you, her wet pussy coating your cock with a layer of wetness.
H-how are you so fucking tight?
>She looks at you like you're an idiot.
>"Sports, remember? And, besides.. it's not like I've been with any other stallions.."
You're a virgin? But..
>"Not bleeding? No stallions, but I have plenty of toys."
>She increases the pace, slamming down on your crotch like a jackhammer.
>How the other ponies haven't heard this shit is beyond you.
>Suddenly, Dash shudders, gasping under her breath. A rush of warmth gushes onto you.
You came?
>"Y-yea-"
>Still shuddering, you take control, and push her onto the floor and begin pounding away at her.
>"An-Oo-oN!! Sto-p!"
No brakes on this train, Dashie!
>Hammering away at her marehood, you feel the twinges of a familiar warmth.
Oh fuck.. I think..
>Her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth and eyes rolled back in her head, Dash is too busy orgasming her crotch-tits off to reply.
>You flip her onto her belly, and pull her hips up towards you and continue pumping away at the delirious mare.
>"STOp! StOp! STahhP!"
Nope!
>You really should have run by now, but something in you snapped. You want this now.
>A puddle of drool under her mouth, Dashie stares at you, her pupils heart-shaped.
I'm... I.. FUCK!
>Your cock pistioning into her, you slam yourself into her marehood up to the hilt, and explode.
>Dash screams, a gush of juice spraying out over the floor.
>Your cock pushed up against her cervix, you spray your seed all over the walls of her pony womb, filling her up with months
of pent-up jizz.
>She writhes underneath you as the last few squirts of your cum empty into her, and you pull out, a white trickle of seed running out of her puffy red pussy, dribbling over her winking clit.
>You collapse against the fridge.
Fuck... I screwed a pony, didn't I?
>Pulling herself up, Rainbow crawls over and lays against you, hugging you tightly.
>"Yeah, you did, bro. You did."
Well, shit.
>Despite your best efforts, you still tasted the rainbow.