Title:           On Melancholy Hill
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Sunday 25th of November 2012 10:11:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 19th of March 2015 04:29:57 PM CDT

>It's a windy night in Ponyville.
>You had spent all day setting up this evenings display.
>All for a blue pony.
>A blue pony obsessed with you.
>Fluttershy may have been enamored with you...
>But not like her.
>Lyra would do anything for you.
>And wasn't so annoying or awkward.
>She did everything you asked.
>Over the months, you two had become close.
>And she never complained.
>Not once.
>Her obsession with your hands was interesting.
>She would always stare at them.
>You knew what she wanted.
>You knew she fantasized having your hands all over her body.
>Inside of her.
>She probably touched herself at night, imagining your fingers plunging into her muff.
>You chuckle and sit on your couch, waiting.
>Soon Lyra would arrive at your house upon the hill.
>A house far from the others.
>Far from being heard.
>There's a knock on the door.
 
 
>You let her in and run your hand along her back.
>She smiles up at you.
>"I've been sitting on that bench all day, just waiting for the sun to go down."
>Such a dedicated pony.
"Follow me?"
>You walk toward the other room.
>Lyra trots behind you, trying to keep up and rub her head on your leg at the same time.
>She sniffs like a puppy at your pants and her horn sparks a little.
>She Is too cute...
>You hold the door open and let her pass.
>There's a faint trail of fluid running down her leg.
>Excellent.
>You close the door and lock it.
>Turning to Lyra, you see she's checking out the display.
>"What's all this stuff?"
>You walk past her to a dresser,
"Just hop up on the bed."
>She obeys and lays on her back excitedly.
>"Hey Anon, c-could we do something more than... massages this time?"
>You look back.
>Her legs are folded to her body.
>Her tail is folded up between her legs, bashfully covering herself up.
"Of course."
>You open a drawer and grit your teeth.
"We'll do a lot more."
 
 
>You approach the pony with the leather straps.
>"Anon? You gonna tie me up?"
>She looks nervous, but excited at the same time.
"Yes I am..."
>She gives a playful fight as you secure all four legs.
>"I didn't know you were into... THIS."
>Her tail slaps down and back up a few times, giving you a look at your prize and fanning the pleasant smell of her sex at you.
>You place a ball gag in her mouth.
>She's a little shocked by this and stuggles.
"Don't worry. It's so you won't bite your tongue."
>She relaxes and looks expectantly at you.
>You lean over her, trailing your fingers through her coat on her chest up to her neck.
>She moans and nods.
"This what you like?"
>You hold your hand up to her eyes.
>She attempts to push forward into it, whining.
>You bring it back and backhand her across the face.
"Do you like it?"
>She cries out behind the gag and nods furiously.
"You like my hands don't you? You like being hit?"
>She moans and humps your thigh.
>You slap her again.
>And again.
>She starts crying and moaning as you work her face over.
 
 
"That's enough of that."
>You get up.
>Her face is red and wet with tears.
>Her mane is a mess.
>She's making quite a pool on the blanket.
>You go back to the dresser and get a tool out.
>Her eyes widen.
>You hold up the rubbery dildo and shake it.
"How about this Lyra?"
>It's three feet long and has a built in motor.
>She looks nervous now.
>You position yourself and hold it to her lips.
>Her tail attempts to cover herself again and she whines.
>You pin the tail under a knee and spread her lips with two fingers.
"I have you here for the night. Scream as loud as you want, please."
>You stick the head in and flip the switch.
>It hums to life and Lyra flinches.
"I've got all night."
>You begin working it in, holding a hand flat on her heaving belly.
>She starts to cum and the restraints jerk against the bed posts.
>It's not even one-third of the way in yet.
"Lyra, I think this is going to straighten you out..."
>Juices slosh from her pink insides as the rubber cock presses deeper in.
>Her back arches and her eyes go wide.
>Halfway in and she's cumming over and over.
 
 
"Enough pussy-footing."
>You squeeze her stomach and ram the cock the rest of the way in.
>Without that ball gag, her scream would have pierced your eardrum.
>You can hear it hum inside her guts and leave it there while you stand.
>Her flanks move in an attempt to get away and she moans hysterically.
>Her wide eyes follow your movements back to the dresser.
>You retrieve a wooden paddle and return.
>She groans and shakes her head, still ejaculating fluids from the buzzing cock.
"Naughty girls get paddled."
>The restraints are able to slide up, allowing you to raise her legs.
>You now have a good view of the base of the dildo in her and her ass.
>You wind back and let her have it.
>The wooden paddle connects with her ass in a resounding *SLAP* and also catches the flat end of the fake dick burrowed inside her.
>She wails and fluids go flying.
>A few more slaps and her eyes are rolling.
>You drop the paddle and continue with your hand.
>She squeals and your hand becomes wet.
>Her ass is starting to get bright red.
>You stop, breathing heavy, and unzip your pants.
>Your cock is aching in excitement.
 
 
>You ram into her ass dry.
>Lyra screams and flounders in the restraints.
>With both holes filled, she appears as though she will soon pass out.
>You grab the vibrator and pump it in and out along with your cock.
>"MMMMMMMMFFFFFAAAAAAFFFF!"
>You can feel her sphincter contracting rapidly with wave after wave of orgasm.
"Oh yeah Lyra, keep cumming for me..."
>You slap her face again, this time catching her nose and making it bleed.
>You slap her cutie mark.
>She's loving your hands.
>Soon, she'll be dry at this rate...
>You pull out, leaving the vibrator in place.
"I've had this thing on the low setting."
>Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.
>You crank it up to max.
>Her body seizes and her eyes bulge.
>Her tail spins in frantic circles.
>You enjoy the show, stroking yourself as she has a few more orgasms and her nose continues to bleed.
"I have another toy for you, Lyra."
>She sobs and you can make out the word 'no' repeated over and over behind the gag.
>The dresser holds another wonderful tool.
>You attach a clamp to each of Lyra's nipples and hold up a box with a dial on it.
"Low current, or high?"
>"MFF MFF MFF!"
"High? Okay..."
>You crank it.
 
 
>With her pussy being gutted by the fake horse-cock and nipples being charged with electricity, Lyra is bound to pass out soon.
>You remove the cock.
>It slides out, covered in slime and foam.
>She gives a moan of relief as the head finally pops out of her stretched twat.
>She expels a load of soupy juice after it.
"What a mess..."
>You toss the cock back onto the drawer and run a hand up her slit.
>She moans and pushes her crotch towards you.
"Horny still?"
>You take the ball gag off.
>She gasps and globs of spit spill down her jaw.
>You cut her off by jamming your pussy-juice soaked hand down her gullet.
>She gags and struggles around it.
>Your cock finds it's way into her folds.
"Oh fuck..."
>You begin pumping into her sopping mound, while simultaneously working your fingers into her throat.
>The clamps fall off her nipples and you push the machine aside, eager to cum.
>Her nose has stopped bleeding, but tears run down her face as she chokes and moans.
>You count her twenty-third orgasm and her insides squeeze you.
"I'm gonna... Cum in your... DIRTY CUNT!
 
 
>You jam your hand down farther in her gullet.
>With one last inhale, she passes out.
>You remove your hand from inside her throat and grab onto her flanks.
>Even though you're going flaccid, you continue screaming and pumping into her, making sure her twitching walls all get an even coat of white.
>Eventually, you finish and sit looking down at the unconscious pony below you.
>Such a dedicated pony.
>You slap her across the face again and stand.
>Leaving the room naked, you lock it up behind you.
>Tomorrow you'd try out some other toys.
>You shower and go to your room.
>No one ever knows just what goes on up on melancholy hill.
 
 
FIN