Title:           (Clop) Plastic Pig Parts (PPP 601st thread special)
Author:          Pony_Azathoth
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/iLV7DWcY
First Edit:      Monday 11th of February 2013 05:37:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 11th of February 2013 05:37:24 PM CDT

>Day Applejack's farm in Equestria
>You have arrived, Applejack smiles and waves at you. You wave back
>You walk over to her; she's outside the pig pen.
"Anonymous! I'm so glad you came. We've been having troubles with the pigs, and I heard-"
"That I can speak pig latin? Yes I know, Applejack. Thank you for calling me, it's been pretty boring just sitting in my house."
>Applejack grinned, nodding her head.
"It's alright anonymous, I would normally take up learning the language by myself but... ever since that "spirit" came we've been distracted. Everyone in town, you know."
>You nod your head, and discreetly rub your rear. You still haven't quite gotten over that Discord gave out a toy of you- to Big Macintosh no less.
>Applejack walks away, and you approach the muddy pig pen. Within you see several... sows? You think. It's hard to tell. You wave them over. They hobble over on their stubby legs, and you soon speak as best you can.
"Ellohay? Ymay amenay isway Anonymousway, owhay areway ouyay?
Owhay areway ouyay?"
>The pig looks surprised that somebody can speak its language, and returns.
"Ellohay Anonymousway! I'mway Msay.Iggypay. Areway ouyay alkingtay otay usway onway ehalfbay ofway ethay oniespay ofway isthay armfay?"
>You nod your head
"Just the Apple family, yes."
>This is going better then expected.
 
>You clear your throat. You need to figure out why the pig family hasn't been hunting truffles for the apples. They only keep them around for that reason, since they obviously are vegetarians.
"Osay, Msay.Iggypay. I'veway eenbay oldtay atthay ouyay avehay eenbay efusingray otay unthay ufflestray orfay ethay Appleway amilyfay. Ywhay isway isthay? Isway omethingsay ongwray? Eythay on'tday owknay owhay otay eakspay otay ouyay; osay at'sthay ywhay erethay isway onfusioncay."
>The pig nods her head solemnly; there is a problem!
"Esyay, Anonymousway. Ouyay eesay... eway igspay areway oinggay oughthray ourway eathay ightray ownay. It'sway orseway isthay
earyay andway erethay isway onay oarbay aroundway otay atesay usway... eway an'tcay oncentratecay onway ettinggay ufflestray. I'mway orrysay."
>Your smile drops
>The pigs are in heat?! That's why they can't hunt for truffles...
>You nod and tell her you will be back shortly, and walk away. You walk to the other side of the barn and lean against it, deep in thought.
"I have to tell Applejack that? Her poor soul. This sure is embarrassing..."
>You are suddenly interrupted by a flash of bright light in front of you. You looked up and see a familiar face.
>The Delivery Man
 
>You suddenly gain a scowl
"You!"
>The Delivery man looks a bit taken aback, even with the box held under his shoulder.
"Me? Just the delivery man?"
>You take a step closer, getting in his face.
"Drop the act, nigger. I know who you really are."
>The Delivery man smiles a bit, then makes a tsk tsk
"Please Anonymous, language. You wouldn't want a little filly to hear that would you?"
>The Delivery man's body warps into Discord, who smiles down at you.
"Why are you here? I know you like to fuck around in my world, but in the world of Equestria you're trapped in stone!"
>Discord grins
"Not anymore! Did you even watch season 3?"
>You scowl
"No, I was too busy repairing my destroyed life from you and your fucking... toys." You say, a bit quieter
>This whole situation was beyond fucked up.
>Discord shurgs and hands you the box
"What's this?"
>He smile
"It will help you with your current troubles. I think I owed you a little favor."
>You growl as he departs, that infuriating grin on his face the whole while.
>You look around and open the box
"You have got to be shitting me."
>Inside is a pink, plastic vagina. As usual.
>But this one is not horse shaped
>There is a distinct spiral tail on top of the butt
"Fuck."
 
>You gingerly take the pig booty out of the box, looking around.
>You've stuck your dicks into enough of these things to know that this is a bad idea.
>You've had these things fly at you, shoot you with vagina lasers, teleport ponies into your dimension, and make holes in your wall.
>Not to mention, doing them enough summoned forth a powerful trickster being from another dimension that eventually brought you to Equestria.
>Through an ass portal.
>You hear the voice of Applejack and Big Mac talking nearby, as if getting closer, so you dive into the nearby bushes.
>You sneak up and see what's going on.
>You see Applejack looking around for you, and trying to talk to the pig in vain. She looks upset. Soon enough, they walk away. You look over at the pigs in the yard, and down at the toy in your hand.
>Well, you guess you've done worse.
 
>Reaching down to the butt, you casually rub your hands against it, spreading the cheeks and admiring your prize. The pig's pussy was nice and tight, at least you think it was. You were no expert on pig pussy.
>At least, you think devilishly, not yet anyway.
>You look up from the bushes and see the pig you were talking to before stop in her tracks, she looks confused.
>You grin as you float a pinkie finger down to the pig's plastic pussy
>You plunge it in
>The pig suddenly seizes and squeals, you grin in delight
>Oh man, this is going to be fun.
>It seems that even after coming to Equestria, you have not yet lost your taste for plastic.
>You stick another finger into the pig's vagoo, wiggling it around and pleasuring her remotely.
>The pig had no idea what was going on but was standing still and taking it; she must have thought she was being mounted or something
>You sit down and continue to watch as you play with your piggy's plot.
>After a few minutes of masturbating her, you feel you're ready to go for the real deal.
>You get up onto your knees and brace yourself to gain the honorary title of "Pigfucker"
 
>You slide the tip of your penis inside the pig's fine pink vagoo, and you hear the pig give off a squeal that could deafen the neighbors.
>Lovely sound, that.
>You push your cock all the way into the plastic toy, the feeling pleasurable.
>You were used to phantom-fucking horses, not pigs. And why the vagoo's were not totally dissimilar... they were also very different.
>You liked it.
>You took the liberty of putting a finger in her pucker while you're at it. Pigs are supposed to be dirty and you want anal with one, is that too dirty? Who knows.
>All you know is that you need to find a good place to stash this toy so you can phantom fuck this pig's butthole later on down the road.
>Discord is surprisingly good at what he does, this corruption thing and all
>But too be honest, you've been craving a hit of the old plastic even after you stopped, all those months ago.
>You rheumatically thrust in and out of the pig toy, the pig getting bounced in time. That's one thing you like more about pigs then ponies at least; pigs got more fat. More cushion for the pushing.
>Seeing that blubbery thing jiggle from the force of your thrusts turned you on to no end
 
>The grip of this pig vagina wasn't bad either; you wouldn't last much longer yourself. You are pretty badly pent up anyway.
>With more thrusts and slaps you find the pig soon squeezing around you, at least telepathically, and the toy seeming to warm up and milk your cock. The pig had fallen over now, with its back legs still standing but its head plopped down in the mud as it got royally fucked
>You also realize Applejack was watching the pig in horror, but she didn't know you were there
>Doesn't matter now, you're almost finished.
>You dig your fingers into the pig's plastic butt and squeeze for your might as you give your last few thrusts, you cock suddenly erupting a flow of cum and jizz into the pig toy's plastic vagina.
>You can hear the pig's squeals coming down with an orgasm.
>You sit down, totally spent. The pig toy dripping beneath you. You see the pig still frozen in the pen, panting heavily. Applejack looks concerned, and a bit confused.
>You come to your senses within a few minutes, and quickly run the toy to a nearby stream to wash it. After hiding it in a secret place, you return to the pig pen and try to speak with the pig you just ghost fucked
>She wasn't talking yet.
>You then remember pigs have 30 minute orgasms.
>Lucky pigs.
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