Tap. Tap. Tap.
 
Your foot echoed rhythmically off the hard stone floor of the cell beneath you. Alone in a bare, windowless, dimly-lit room with nothing more than a cot to rest upon, you had long since lost track of time. You figured you had probably been in here for at least two or three hours by now - enough time for your hot anger to finally run cold - but it burned within you still, nonetheless. Aimlessly, you stared at the floor, your foot continuing it's steady tap as you relived the events that had brought you here. You'd overreacted. You knew that now. But still, that stallion had fucking baited you. He knew exactly what he was doing; every condescending, mocking word, every shit-eating grin, every time he 'stumbled' into you and spilled your drink...
 
You know what? Fuck it. Even if it landed you here, wiping the smile off that little prick's face had been totally worth it.
 
It was certainly a side of the quiet, peaceful, idyllic little pony town that you'd never seen before; you'd never even known they had a jail before, and you still hadn't seen any actual police - it'd been a posse of ordinary townsfolk who'd dragged you here. You'd tried explaining the situation to them, but it seemed like they weren't particularly inclined to listen to the word of an outsider when a local was the one sporting the bruises. Judgmental small-town assholes.
 
Well, you might have raised your voice at them a little, too. Just a little.
 
With a sigh, you fell back onto the cot, grimacing as your view shifted from the thoroughly uninteresting floor to the equally uninteresting ceiling. The room was big enough, and the cot didn't make for a bad chair, but seriously. How long were they going to keep you here? Was that how the locals dispensed justice around here? Boring offenders to death? Ever since the heavy iron door had slammed shut behind you, you'd heard not a peep from your adorable little captors. This was getting ridiculous, you'd think they could at least -
 
The sound of the door's metal view port screeching open wasn't really that loud, but in the endless solitude it proved more than enough to make you jump a good foot in surprise.
 
Looking up, you saw the tan face of a bespectacled pony staring dispassionately back at you. Her grey mane framed a face that was clearly getting up there a bit in the years, but surprisingly smooth and unblemished nonetheless. You wait for her to speak, but she seems content simply to regard you, eyes searching up and down your body with clinical detachment. Several long seconds later, just as you're beginning to become annoyed enough with the silent treatment to speak, the metal slab slides back into place, blocking her from view. Almost immediately, you hear muffled voices.
 
"This is the one?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Witnesses?"
 
"At least a dozen ponies. It was him, no doubt about it."
 
"Did he have anything to say in his defense?"
 
"Only if you count 'that bastard had it coming,' ma'am."
 
A long, low sigh.
 
"... What shall we do, ma'am?"
 
Another sigh, shorter this time. "... Well, he hasn't left us much choice, really. Carry out the standard sentence, then cut him loose. Has she been contacted yet?"
 
"Actually, she showed up half an hour ago, ma'am." A pause. "I... I think she was already in a bad mood when she heard the news."
 
"Hm. Well, at least that will get this whole thing over with sooner. I know she says she's happy to help, and I know she says this helps her blow off some steam, and Celestia knows it's been effective... but I still don't like seeing her this way."
 
You frown as the sound of hoofsteps begin to fade away into the distance, the two mares evidently taking their leave. What... the hell was that? No, seriously, what the hell was that? For the first time since the night began, a tiny flicker of doubt shoots through you. You'd never heard anything about pony disciplinary practices before, but given - well, everything you'd thus far experienced in Equestria - you couldn't possibly imagine them being anything that harsh. And they were going to be doing this immediately? Just what had you gotten yourself into?
 
You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the bolt on your door sliding open.
 
The door opened slowly, squealing loudly on un-oiled hinges, a shaft of light slowly spilling into the dim room from the brightly-lit corridor. Wincing against the sudden onslaught against your eyes, you raised a hand to your face, shielding it against the light, trying to make out the figure standing in the doorway.
 
It was a pony, of course. An earth pony mare, you realized, as your eyes adjusted enough to make out the lack of wings or horn. She didn't particularly look like anything special, truthfully. If anything, the hot pink coat and balloon-trio cutie mark adorning her flank almost made her seem laughably anti-climactic after the foreboding conversation you'd just overheard. An equally pink mane hung straight down from her head without any particular stylings or adornments, framing a pair of bright blue eyes that regarded you coldly. Part of you almost wanted to laugh.
 
Something about the way she looked at you quashed that impulse quite thoroughly.
 
Wordlessly, she strode into the room, seemingly heedless of the sound the lock clicking heavily back into place. Her pace was slow, unhurried, as she walked along the far wall, not quite coming directly at you.
 
"... Well, well, well... I hear you've been a very, very bad boy."
 
You freeze up, mouth suddenly dry despite yourself at the absolutely frigid tone of the little pony's voice.
 
As she begins to pass by your bed, she stops, not bothering to look at you as she speaks.
 
"Getting into fights, saying such mean things, even hitting somepony... you've had a busy night, haven't you? This is a peaceful little town, you know. We don't like troublemakers here. We have our own ways of dealing with them."
 
The inexplicably-terrifying pony suddenly turns, her eyes boring right through you, and you flinch at the intensity of her gaze.
 
"You know what the Mayor does with people like you, human?" She leans in, matching your backwards-shrink movement for movement, until your head comes to rest firmly against the wall behind you. You feel her breath, hot on your face, bright blue eyes drilling a hole through you. You just barely manage to shake your head.
 
"She gives them to me."
 
In a flash, you find yourself being pushed onto your side, a heavy 'oof' escaping you as you fall into the bed. Before you can even begin to protest, you feel a powerful tug, your pants pulling violently free of your legs, button snapping under the earth pony's natural strength. Even as you clutch reflexively at your groin to pull them back, you quickly lose your boxers as well. The fabric easily slides free as the mare grabs them with her teeth and pulls, hard. Stammering, you find yourself completely naked from the waist down. With no attention given to your discomfort, the pony regards your form appraisingly.
 
"Hm... Not bad. You'll do."
 
W, what the hell is this?
 
The pony smiles mirthlessly at your frightened confusion, leaning back to rise up on her hind hooves, balancing against the wall behind you. With a clear view of her underside for the first time, your eyes widen at the sight of the pink mare's equally pink - and rapidly, rapidly growing - stallionhood. The hot pink rod already dwarfs your own even in its semi-erect state, and with every pulse of the pony's heart it seems to twitch higher, extending from its sheath to point directly toward your face. Already, you can see a drop of pearly white precum beading at the tip of her blunted horsecock.
 
"Still haven't figured it out yet? Well, I guess I'll just go ahead and spell it out then. My name is Pinkamena..."
 
Abruptly, she thrusts her hips forward, the tip of her dick quickly finding purchase in your stunned, gaping mouth.
 
"... And this is your punishment."
 
Though only the tip of Pinkamena's prick enters your mouth, you nearly gag at the overwhelming, musky taste of her flesh in your mouth, instinctively moving to scramble away. Before you make any progress, however, the pony's hooves find the back of your head, holding you in place as she rocks her hips forward once again, driving another couple of inches of throbbing pink mare meat into your mouth. Your mouth stretches open under the continuing growth of the pony's girthy cock, and Pinkamena sighs as you taste another heady dollop of precum being deposited directly on the tip of your tongue. Too stunned to react, you remain still for a long moment, absorbing the surprisingly enjoyable taste of Pinkamena's pre. Encouraged by your lack of resistance, the pony drives another couple of inches of her bulging cock into your mouth before pulling back. A pair of heavy, furry, potent balls swaying back and forth in time with her movements as the pony leisurely fucks your face.
 
The steadily building rhythm of Pinkamena's movements are enough to snap you out of your stupor, and you quickly try to pull away once more, her vice grip on the back of your head tightening in response as she drives her cock deep enough to make you gag.
 
"Ah, ah, ah... I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm just getting warmed up, you know?" She chuckles. "You really should try your best to be thorough. After all, later on..." She bends over as much as her posture will allow, while still keeping your lips tightly sealed around her shaft, whispering into your ear. "This is all the lube you're going to get."
 
Even through the heavy taste and smell of pony cock filling your senses, you hear Pinkamena's words vividly, all thought processes completely shutting down as your mind tries - and fails - to come to terms with what it has just heard.
 
Several seconds later, you begin to bob your head frantically up and down upon the mare's shaft, liberally coating it with your saliva, tongue seeking out every ridge and vein it can find along the sensitive flesh.
 
Pinkamena chuckles, patting you on the head.
 
"Aww, see? You CAN be taught! What a good boy!"
 
Your cheeks flush with shame at the praise, but you don't dare stop, taking the pony's cock as deep as you can within your mouth to ensure you get as much as you possibly can. Pinkamena's cock swells even more at your sudden enthusiasm, finally reaching its full size, and the pony groans above you as your mouth is tightly stretched open by the sheer girth of her tool.
 
"Hng... you're, pretty good at this." She smirks. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were enjoying yourself. How about it, human? You like the way my dick tastes? You sure seem happy to suck me off. Maybe you got yourself locked up on purpose, huh? Just that desperate for pony cock, you little slut?"
 
You moan, unable to help yourself, but don't dare stop. A trickle of shame that has nothing to do with your violation runs through you at Pinkamena's words, your exposed dick quickly rising for both of you to see in unwanted arousal. The logical part of your brain urges you to hurry up, to suck her faster, deeper, harder, to try and get her to come before she can think of trying to shove that monster inside of you. Another part, smaller but growing all the while, simply revels in the taste, the smell, the feel of that monstrously powerful shaft in your mouth.
 
Pinkamena hisses through her teeth, speeding the bucking of her hips as she begins fucking your face in short, fast pumping motions, tail swishing wildly behind her. You can picture all too vividly the feeling her flare wedging your mouth painfully open, spongy glans twitching again and again as she buries it in your throat, filling your stomach with her virile seed.
 
It doesn't bother you as much as you feel like it should.
 
With a cry, the pony suddenly pulls away from you, prick bobbing angrily as she pulls free of the tight confines of your mouth. Her eyes blaze with angry desire, her face locked into a superior sneer, and she strokes furiously at her enormous, saliva-covered shaft.
 
"Lay down. NOW!"
 
Too terrified by the roared command and the maddened look in Pinkamena's eyes to even think of resisting, you begin to comply. Your slow, hesitant movements are entirely too slow for the mare's liking, however, and with an impatient growl she grabs at you with both front hooves, flipping you onto your back, driving the breath from you. Wasting no time, the pony quickly crawls atop you, lifting your legs up over her shoulders, her molten-hot cock pressed against your own. Her eyes meet your own, as if daring rebellion. Finding no resistance in your posture, Pinkamena draws back, roaring in triumph as she drives forward and impales her horsecock into your ass.
 
Hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, too big, too big, too biiiiiiiiiiig, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
 
"This," Thrust.
 
"Is what," Thrust.
 
"You get," Thrust,
 
"For being, NAUGHTY!" Driving herself into you as deep as your body will allow, she punctuates the statement by grinding her cock inside of you, her enormous spongy cock head pressing firmly into your prostate.
 
You scream, unable to help yourself, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of being so brutally fucked by the little pink pony. It hurts, oh god does it ever hurt. And yet, every time she drives that foot-long fuckstick just a little bit deeper inside of you, the pain is accompanied by an ever-growing growing pleasure, your gaped asshole gradually adjusting to your rapist's size. Pinkamena smirks into your dazed face, your eyes rolling up in your head as she is able to gradually increase her pace into your tightly gripping depths. Her long, straight hair dangles heavily into your face as she fucks you, the softness of its touch a striking contrast to the body-pounding thrusts of her masculinity.
 
"Look at that face. You really are enjoying this! Is every human as big a whore for horse dick as you are?"
 
You can only moan wordlessly in reply, your entire world now focused solely around the futanari cock laying claim to your body. The pink pony has finally bottomed out inside of you now, heavy balls slapping into you with every thrust, and you gasp under the assault, feeling so incredibly, burningly, achingly, wonderfully -full.- Pinkamena pants, her pace becoming frantic and uneven, and you begin to feel her cock flaring inside of you, stretching you open further still, plugging your ass to seal her gift inside.
 
"Here it... comes! Gonna fill you up... Only thing you're good for!"
 
Crying out in orgasm, Pinkamena buries her shaft inside you to the hilt, cum-laden balls already tightening against you. "Take it all, bitch!"
 
A couple of soft twitches are the only warning you get. The warmth of pony cum shooting into you goes quickly from a pair of spurts to a strong, steady jerking of the pony's firmly buried dick, hot, thick seed quickly filling you to your limits. Pinkamena's flare remains firmly lodged in place, however, sealing the load in, and with nowhere else to go you feel it begin to pool inside of you. Pinkamena twitches in orgasm, instinctively pulling you against herself, keeping your body locked to hers as her orgasm plays out. Before long, your belly actually begins to distend slightly under the sheer volume of cum being poured into you, leaving you gasping and trembling at the originality of the sensation. A wave of relaxation runs through you, the mare's thick, smooth cum doing wonders to soothe the still-painful burning of your ass, and you sigh in relief at the feeling. Pinkamena's flare finally diminishes enough for her to pull free of your abused ass with a 'pop,' prompting a cringe - given how sore you feel already, you can only imagine how much tomorrow is going to suck. Briefly, you wonder how hard it is to get prescription pain medication in Equestria. Feeling quite thoroughly defeated, you look blearily up at Pinkamena, still standing over your prone form.
 
She stares right back - impassive, but at least no longer seeming quite so... aggressive. Looking you up and down in an eery echo of her actions earlier, she nods, apparently satisfied with what she sees.
 
And then, just like that, her coat and mane suddenly brighten by a good two or three degrees, the previously straight hair leaping up into an unruly, chaotic mess. A beaming smile creases her face, and she giggles in merriment.
 
"Wowee, that was really fun! I feel a LOOOOOOT better, now. Thanks so so much, mister human! I hope you learned your lesson!"
 
... I... but... what?
 
The pony goes on without a pause, not seeming to notice your expression. "Hey, I know you didn't get the best welcome to town, but it's reeeaaaaallly nice here, really, I promise! Hey, you should come by Sugarcube Corner tomorrow and I'll throw you a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party! Oh... well, maybe not tomorrow, you're probably going to be super-duper sore for a while. But don't worry! As soon as you can walk straight, I'll throw you the bestest welcoming party ever!"
 
Without waiting for a reply, she trots - er, bounces - over to the thick iron door, knocking loudly with... her head. As the door swings open, she turns around one more time to regard you.
 
"Bye, mister human! And remember, the next time you feel like making trouble..." For just a moment, the smile fades, and you see that dangerous, dark glint in her eyes flare to life once more. "Your ass is MINE."
 
As quickly as her smile faded, it returns, as full and genuine as ever.
 
"See ya later!"