>It's been a few days since the incident
>Since then, you have jacked off once.
>The day after you blasted Twilight with your hot liquid love, you decided to do a little science of your own
>You've found that you can, albeit shakily, levitate items with your erection
>Your not sure just exactly what your other power does
>You like to think of it as being similar to Pinkie's party cannon
>That way, you always have a party in your pants
>ayyyyyyyyy
 
>Yesterday you decided to give jacking it another go, making sure to do so in a contained environment
>Your bathroom now has a cracked mirror. Unfortunately, dangerous blasts of magic seem to accompany your orgasms
>Well, maybe not so dangerous. The little goldfish on your bathroom counter absorbed a richochet
>The little fucker went into hyper-drive for an hour or so, making little whirlpools in his fishy bowl he was going so fast.
>He seems perfectly normal now, though. It's as if Willy the goldfish never even took your cumshot head-on
>The magic of your dick seems to be destructive to inanimate objects, but harmless to living creatures. The richochets, at least
>Speaking of critical hits, you still haven't heard from Twilight
 
>You hope she's okay
>If anything bad happened to her, you think you would've heard it from one of her friends by now
>You're surprised she hasn't hunted you down for more 'samples'
>As in, free samples
>of your meat
>Hahahaha
>Oh, Anonymous. You could've been a comedian
 
>You look out your window. Outside, a colt and filly play together in the dirt road
>They're making looks like a dirt city. Little mounds of sand surround one big mound; the little mounds, you guess, are houses and shops
>Hey, the big mound looks kinda like town hall. They're building Ponyville! How cute!
>The two suddenly jump up and begin demolishing Ponyville, pounding their erection into a sad, limp lump with their little hooves
>SMASHING.thornberry
 
>All of a sudden, an incredibly big, brown pony drawing a cart full of bananas swerves around the two, throwing dust into their cute little beady eyes
>Hey! That guy almost hit them!
>You run outside, planning to track down the reckless driver and serve justice
>You see the cart a little ways down the road. You begin chasing it down, running as fast as your skinny legs will carry you
>Ten seconds later, and you're gasping for air
>You've almost lost sight of the perpetrators of this heinous crime, but you won't give up
>The pony drawing the cart rounds a corner, going around the block
>You know a shortcut
>You will catch this guy
>And you will bring him to justice
 
>You cross through an alley, jumping over a few tipped over trashcans
>It's a good thing you took those gymnastics lessons in third grade
>You leap over an upright trashcan, gracefully performing a mid-air straddle and touching your toes
>Barely bent your knees, too. Coach Wong would be proud
>You land daintily on your toes, then take off into a full sprint
>As you emerge from the alleyway, you see the distant figure lumbering towards you
 
"Stop!" you yell, holding out a palm, "In the name of justice!"
>The stallion pulling the cart sees you, and his eyes go wide
>It's too late to stop, but he tries
>He sticks his hooves out in front of him, sliding to a stop. >Unfortunately for him, the cart doesn't take kindly to this
>It smashes into his back and flips over, landing directly on top of him
>"Just my luck," you hear from underneath. Bananas are everywhere
 
>Ponies soon arrive, crowding around the spectacle. Guards ask you what happened
"I dunno. I was just minding my own business when I saw this guy trip and wreck his cart."
>The guard nods thoughtfully. "It tends to happen on these poorly-maintained dirt roads. Ponies don't watch for pot--" He coughs. "--holes. And next thing they know they be trippin'."
 
>"Heeelp!"
>A girlish squeal sounds out from inside the crushed carriage.
>"Oh my Celestia!" somepony cries. "There's somepony in that cart with all those bananas!"
>A damsel in distress!
>You spring into Hero Anon mode
"Don't worry, citizens of Ponyville!" you declare, "I will save her!"
>You grasp the fabric of your suit and tear it apart with a loud -rip!-, revealing your deceptively flat pecs and the two top muscles on your stomach. The only two muscles.
 
>The voice cries out for a second time
>"Anonymous! I swear on Spike's stupid green spines that I will -kill- you if you just ripped that suit I made for you!"
>Oh.
>Welp, fuck this.
>You turn the other way, planning to walk off in the opposite direction.
>however, you manage to step on a banana.
>With a yelp, you slide a foot or so before gravity takes over and plants you on your ass
>Banana mush mixes in with the dirt to form a dark pasty substance, which sticks to your coat quite vehemently
"Aw, crap. How am I gonna get this shit out of the fabric?"
>And the fourth girlish squeal of the day commences
 
>You throw your suit jacket at a passing cart
>Luckily, it doesn't cause an accident this time. It just kind of hits the side, falls off and then gets caught around the wheel
>Oh well. Rarity can make you a new--
>Oh, right. Haha
"Don't you worry, Rarity! I'll get you out of there!"
>You take a step towards the overturned carriage, and immediately slip on another banana
>God fucking dammit
>You rise to your feet, and realize that a crowd has gathered around the spectacle
>All eyes are on you
"The fuck you all lookin' at?!" you yell, throwing your banana-covered arms up.
>Ponies avert their eyes and nervously rub their forelegs, but no one moves.
>Muttering under your breath about how you'd better get some good sex out of this, you proceed towards the carriage
>without stepping on any bananas
 
>You look down at the overturned carriage
>Why in the hell is she in a carriage full of bananas?
>Well, that's a question for another day. Right now, you have to save Rarity from this golden paste shower
>You bend over, gripping the wood as hard as you can
>You grunt, worried that it might be too big for you
>Veins pop out of your neck as you strain, the carriage lifting about an inch or so
>before slipping out of your hands
>You stand there for a moment, panting
>You try again, sticking your fingers into the tight crack, attempting to widen the gap between the wood and the ground
>to no avail. The banana paste is slicker than fucking lube
 
>Meanwhile, giant stock horse just sits on his ass, watching you struggle
"Uh, a little help?" you ask with some annoyance.
>He shakes his head. "I'll just end up making it worse. Just my luck."
"How could you fucking--nope, you know what, nevermind."
>You shake your head
>How are you going to do this? Everybody's watching you now
>Your hands are slick with lube. So slick, they slide on wood.
>There are fucking bananas everywhere
>Mr Huge Hooves over there is just sitting on his ass
>All of these ponies appear to be exhibitionists, as they've just been watching you shirtlessly try to lift the carriage for the past ten minutes
>...Damn. This is really hard.
 
>Wait.
>giant
>Of course!
>You now have a plan. A far-fetched plan, albeit a plan. One so crazy, yet...
>Would it work?
>Well, what other options do you have?
 
"I know that this may seem weird to some of you..."
>you call out towards the crowd
"...but I'm going to need a pretty young mare to assist me."
 
>The ponies all shuffle around a bit
>Mares suspiciously look around in different directions, scratching their heads and whistling
>You throw your hands up
"C'mon! Like, at least half of you would do!"
>You point at a certain mare in particular
>Cowboy vest, long blonde hair
"You there!"
>Her eyes widen, and she points to herself as if to ask, "Me?"
"Yes you! Get on out here, you gorgeous thing!"
>She covers her mouth with a hoof, stifling a laugh
>the fuck is so funny
>"Ah'm sorry, but Ah'm a stallion," the pony says with a girly yet distinctly masculine voice. He bats his eyelids. "Unless, of course, ya swing that way."
>Ugh
>Dammit, you were at half-mast, too.
 
"Really?! Does no one want to help?"
>Hope wells up in your chest as the crowd begins to part
>gracias, mi Dio
>Out pops the ugliest ginger pony you've ever seen
>ĦEl diablo!
>"Hi," she greets as she approaches, "my name ith--"
"Holy shit, are you fucking kidding?"
>She visibly flinches. "Wha--?"
"What did I just say? WHAT did I JUST SAY?!"
>She shrinks back. "You thaid you wanted a pretty young mare--"
"Yes. Do you not understand English? Pretty,Tomato Top. Pretty--"
>You suddenly remember that half of Ponyville is watching you right now.
"...young mare. -Mare-, okay? You're not quite there yet."
>You look the ugly duckling up and down.
"Otherwise, I feel sorry for you," you mutter under your breath.
 
>She turns, dejected, back to the awaiting crowd
>You can feel the heat from the sheer amount of glare on your back
>Fuck, you really hate to do that, but you're pretty sure that filly just made your dick shrink, if anything
>The opposite of what you're trying to achieve
>Hell, any longer and you're pretty sure it would have turned inside out
>Equestria don't need a Bruce Jenner
>Well, aside from that one stallion
 
>Time for plan B
>It seems you need to take matters into your own hands
>literally
"Alright, Rarity, looks I'm gonna have to pull you out!"
>"But I'm stuck!" a muffled voice replies
>unf
>You reach between a wooden slit in the cart, feeling around for something pony
"Don't worry! These hands work wonders! You'll be coming out in no time!"
>You grope around for a few minutes, finding mostly bananas
>Finally, you grip something soft
>Is it Rarity?
>You squeeze
>It tenses up, and you hear a moan
>Yup, it's her
 
>Now that you have a point of reference, your other hand easily finds her tail
>You yank on it just to make sure
>Again with the moan
"Okay, Rarity! On the count of three, I want you to exhale and flex your buttocks at the same time!"
>"What are you going to do?"
>You tug on her tail a few more times.
"What's it look like I'm doing? Just do what I say, alright?"
>No response. You shrug, and start the countdown.
"On three, ready? Three, two..."
 
>"Wait!"
"What?"
>"Didn't you say on three?"
"Yeah...?"
>"Well, you started at three."
"Alright. My bad. I'm counting down this time, okay?"
>"Okay, Anonymous. I'm ready."
"Three, two..."
>"Wait!"
>You groan.
"What now?"
>"Are you going to pull after 'one,' or--"
"GO!!"
>you yell, yanking her tail and ass at the same time
>She produces something between a scream and another moan as she slides throw the narrow passageway
>"Anonymous! I won't fit!"
"We're gonna have to force it, Rarity!"
>"Ohhhh dear Celestia!"
>The game of tug-of-war with the bananas ends with Rarity's rear end sticking out from amongst the pile of bananas
>You pull as hard as you can, but she just won't budge
 
"Rarity, I think you're stuck."
>"No, that's just not possible. Are you sure, Darling?"
>You would've noticed the sarcasm dripping off her voice had you not been staring at her exposed ass the whole time
>Suddenly, you notice a pressure building up in your loins
>Plan B leads you back into Plan A, it seems
>Genius!
 
"Alright, I'm gonna give it one last pull!"
>you shout at her ass
>"Alright, Darling!"
>You feel your dick, primed and ready
>You can feel the magic within coursing through, pulsing
>twitching
>You just hope this works
"On three, ready? Three, two... Ah, screw it!"
>You yank with all your might
>Rarity, for the zillionth time that day, lets out a girlish squeal
>You peer down at your boner bump
>You concentrate on it, directing the magic within you
>You feel it welling up on the tip of your dick
>Clenching your eyes shut, you begin to imagine a magic aura
>around Rarity's ass
>Suddenly, you feel it
>You can feel her ass through your magic
>This is incredible!
>You open your eyes to find a dual pink and white aura surrounding the unicorn's marshmallow butt
>You give it a yank with your penis magic
>"Aaaaooouugghghhh"
>Not exactly sure what that was, but Rarity seems to have moved a little bit
>You yank again, and she moves a little further
>Yank yank yank
 
>With a loud popping sound, Rarity emerges forth from the yellow womb
>Rarity smacks into you, the two of you tumbling about
>she lands on top of you
>The crowd goes wild
>On top of you, Rarity pants from the exertion
>So do you
>She looks down at you, hooves on either side of your head
>She looks into your eyes with an expression of sheer gratitude
>"Thank you... Anonymous."