Chapter 1
The third and final night, "Foreign Races" night, seems to have drawn out the biggest group yet. You certainly were heavily promoted in the pamphlet; you suppose that this was a primary motivator for the staff asking you all those personal details. Your voice barely makes itself noticeable above cheering crowds.
"So why did we agree to this again?" You question the minotaur standing off to your left, a fellow prize to be won in this year's Estrus Idol.
"....because we need fast-tracked elevation to Equestrian citizenship status so we can access those sweet civic jobs and bennies?" He shrugs while rubbing two fingers together.
"At least it's gonna be easy work. I hear mares don't last too long in the sack. Hopefully the mare singing for me makes a good sponsor and gives me a comfy cottage to chill in."
You shake your head for the innocence of this poor bastard.
"Leatherneck, how long have you been in Equestria?"
"...about three months. You?"
"Almost one year. I've seen the carnage of last year's estrus contests when moving to Ponyville. Tell me, in your lands, do the females compete for a male so fiercely that it necessitates government involvement?"
He ponders for a moment.
"....nah, it's more of less the other way around."
"Exactly. My worl-...er, 'land', is the same way. But this," You gesture from off-stage toward the crowd of randy mares occupying town square.
"This is the matriarchy that is "under control". When I was going down the traditional route of studying history for citizenship tests, I learned that socially-mobile mares would do anything to get a choice male to slick their estrus."
Leatherneck raises an eyebrow.
"...anything?"
"Anything."
You draw a line across your neck to accentuate your point. It seems to have the effect; Leatherneck crosses his arms and rocks slowly on his hooves from side to side.
"Eventually, after Equestrian unification, the government stepped in under the Dual-Princesses to organize "safer" contests for new cycles. Over time, they evolved into popularity fests. Where stallions were once taken by force, now contestants pay hefty entrance fees and are awarded males based on popular approval. "
"Which is where we come in! But why not have more stallions get in on the action during earlier nights? You know, help take off some of the 'heat'...?"
"Unmarried males are quite the rarity. At least five mares per stallion. Ponyville seems to be even more female-slanted. Pretty much just the wealthiest mares participate, since bidding for entrance slots is so steep."
Leatherneck nods his head in understanding; you continue.
"Since they're sponsoring our nationalization, I guess it's a win foreigners who want some fast-tracked citizenship....they ain't gonna rape us or somethin', right?"
You chuckle at the provocative question.
"These mares are paying for their play. You can bet your ass they're gonna want it. I just hope that things don't get too out of hand in the victory carriage before my sponsor and I reach her house. Last year there was only one foreign applicant, a griffon, and the returning wagon had to be filled with at least half of his feathers."
The minotaur audibly gulped at your example.
" A mare's estrus happens once a month for roughly five to seven days, and foreign races can't knock 'em up... to my knowledge, at least. We need to live with them for at least one year before we're considered "culturally nationalized". You think that they're not gonna take every chance they get with us?"
Leatherneck shudders, thinking of the year ahead that he signed up for so unknowingly.
"....so why did we agree to this again?"
"For the sweet citizenship bennies. Just try not to get your pelvis broken, bro."
You give him a friendly punch of the shoulder, trying to lighten the mood. It seems to work; Leatherneck rubs his would-be shiner as Ponyville's Mayor appears from a set of nearby curtains.
"Alright, studs. It's showtime. Mr. Human here raked in the top two bidders. You're up first."
She gives you a once-over with the eyes of a predator.
"You're bucking lucky Mayoral Privilege isn't law anymore...you know the rules. Loose the shirt."
Mayor Mare grumbles, snorting out hot air through her nostrils before turning and motioning for you to follow.
"Good luck, man."
Leatherneck gives you a thumbs up.
"You, too. See you in a year with an Equestrian passport."
You slide off your fitted garment, stepping around the velvet curtain and onto the open stage. A small sea of mares eagerly await to be entertained and aroused.
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The moment half of your body comes into view, catcalls from horny mares bombard your eardrums.
"There it is! The human!"
"Fucking pants?! The hell?! Take it all off!"
"SHOW US YOUR COCK!"
"I bet it looks really weird..."
"IF I WAS RICH, YOU'D ALREADY BE FUCKING ME!"
"The pamphlet says humans last forever in bed. Think they're just trying to get more money for a bigger town hall this year?"
"PLOW MAH APPLE FIELD!"
It all begins to blur as your take your place front and center. Mayor Mare trots proudly alongside you until she reaches the prepared microphone.
"Mares and...well let's face it, mares! On this last night of Estrus Idol, I present to you all the foreign human wanting to reside in our fair town!"
She finishes with your full name before gesturing grandly to your physique, causing another round of cheers from the crowd.
"Now, introducing his top two citizenship sponsors! Put your hooves to the dirt for Fluttershy and Sweetie Belle!"
Wait a moment, she couldn't be talking about your yellow stalker and the Belle family fil-
"OOMPH!"
A banana-pink whizz slams into your leg, nearly squeezing the circulation out of it.
"Oh, I've waited to win you over for so long~" Fluttershy sighs.
"O-our honeymoon will beee-EEEEE!"
A greenish glow forcefully rips the mare from your leg.
"Hooves. Off. Of. My. Human."
Sweetie Belle walks proudly out on stage, casting magic harshly and nothing short of fuming at Fluttershy's encroachment. With a harsh "plop", the teen filly slams the stalker to the floor beside you.
"Don't you ever touch him again."
The crowd seems to enjoy the action.
"Awesome! 'Bout time things got physical again!"
"Yeah, fuck singing for colts! I wanna see a mare get bucked up!"
"WHY DON'T YOU RIP HIS PANTS OFF?!"
"That's enough!"
Mayor Mare steps to the forefront.
"Settle down and take your places, or you'll both be disqualified for causing horny mares
to riot, and the human can come home with me."
The Mayor gives you a sly wink. As she turns to calm the randy crowd, you lean over and whisper to the mares,
"How on earth did you two scrape together the bits to afford competition slots?"
"That's easy."
Fluttershy responds first in her soft voice,
"Filthy Rich always rents out Mr. Bear and his friends to relieve his daughter's monthly 'mare time', so I just decided to sell him for a chance to sing for your heart!"
They don't make mental bleach strong enough to cleanse your brain.
"....and you, Sweetie?"
"Rarity's pretty well connected in Canterlot. All it took was a bit of convincing that human sperm makes a delightful facial treatment, and she jumped at the chance to sponsor me. She's gullible like that. Other than that, I just think we'd make the CUTEST FAMILY EVER! She's in the front row; wave hi!"
The white foal waves to her sister in the crowd as your eyes spot the fashionista. Rarity responds only by staring seductively right back and running her tongue along her lips.
"Don't worry,"
Sweetie chirps with a voice crack.
"I said she could only coax some of it out after we're married!....and only with me there."
You can only shudder. Maybe you can still escape if yo-
"Alright! You all asked for it, and now your Ponyville mayor delivers! Which mare will get the privilege of sponsoring the man? Only your cheers and stomps can decide! Let this year's estrus competitions commence!"
Before you could possibly make a move, you're ushered to a seat at the lower front of the stage. The two ponies go backstage to prepare for their respective songs. No matter how much you shift, you can't get comfortable in your seat of honor. Probably because they sat you incredibly close to the throngs of horny mares. After a moment of time, Mayor Mare trots out to announce the first act.
"It is my pleasure to present to you all the acoustics of Ponyville's own, Fluttershy!"
It takes a moment before the shy gal is booted out from the curtain with guitar in-tow. The crowd settles to a whisper. Fluttershy looks like she's about to have a panic attack; you almost want to feel sorry for the poor thing if you didn't experience such tribulations at her hooves. Finally, she snaps out of her trance as the music begins to play in the background. Her hooves shakily move over to her guitar...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utKiPtFI6Fs
"I love youuu,"
"You l-looovvveee meee,"
"You're a hoo-man, I'm pone-kneeee,"
"With an estrus 'hug' and a 'wink' from me to youuuu,"
"Won't you say you'd f-f-fuck me toooooo?"
She finishes her short-lyric with a "squee". For many seconds, the crowd is deathly silent. The first sound to be heard is your hand mightily face palming against your cheek. For a song that was supposed to attract you to "mate", that was just....awful. It doesn't take long for mares in the crowd to start in on her.
"HAHAHAHAHA, what the fuck?"
"YOU SUCK, BANANAHUSH!"
"You ain't mah friend no more..."
"By my calculations, that was 1.85428879999999999 times more WORSE than the worst song ever performed."
"DO FREEBIRD!"
Fluttershy only shrinks back, stammering and unable to respond. Mayor Mare rapidly rushes onto stage to usher the embarrassed performer away.
"W-well that certainly was...something! Yes, that was something! Give Fluttershy your round of thanks!"
Only a few pairs of hooves clop in the background before silence reigns once more.
"Now our rival contestant for the evening...she's legal, she's magical and she's ready for some human love! Give it up for Sweetie Belle!"
You nearly roll your eyes as the foal trots out from the curtains while happily floating a microphone stand closer. She looks only slightly done up; a little blush here, a little eyeshadow there...clearly beauty tips gleaned from her sister. With a nod to the soundcrew, a deep bass starts to thump. Her performance certainly couldn't be any worse than Fluttershy's although you can't expect too much from a fill-
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZa2lY9CFyM
"DICK, I dick you dick, DICK you DICK give me that DICK!"
"Shot it!"
"DICK, I dick you dick, DICK, jus' let me at that DICK!"
WOAH, that started out...explicit...
You think to yourself. The crowd seems to dig it though, and a few "whoop"s from the mares show their interest.
"Don't let me into my zone...don't let me into my zone...you fillies leave him A-LONE!"
"I say, DON'T let me into my zone...don't let me into my zone...you fillies leave him A-LONE!"
The sound pick up over time, and Sweetie Belle's stage confidence shines brightly as the foal approaches the stage end.
"Like that Goddess Sun, heat's risin',"
"Makin' filly pussy smoke!"
"Eyes keep shakin', n' I can't stay focused,"
"Don't give a BUCK if you bitches ain't noticed."
"N' I sweat, but I'm cold...N' I feel dry but I gotta runny nose..."
"Jus sucked 'till a cumshot, chugged that down, but I think I need sumthin' more..."
"N' I keep feelin' I'm gonna faint, but BUCK THAT human, pound my flank!"
"Done fucked too much, did it up the wall, even on our bathroom sink!"
"Bitch, I moan LOUD, I'm groovin', can't believe that I'm even movin',"
"Off to rock my body, like a first-heat filly who don' know what she's doin'!"
"So' CUM!"
Holy...fuck...
You stare in disbelief as the crowd cheers during the second hook, bouncing along with
Sweetie Belle as she raps about needing your "D".
"Now all these fillies talk'n bout my hoo-man,"
"Bettchu a million bits these bitches ain't fucked him."
"Pure D-I-C-K, with a strong cumshot like we talkin' bout crystal."
"Been buckin' hard-up all day,"
"Rest-in-peace virgini-TAY,"
"Lick'n up his 'D, cum on my face, do the breedin' dance up in the place!"
"N' I'm grindin' on that dick, so fat I'm grindin' on my teeth!"
"Don't give a flying fuck, so right now slam me that beef!"
"N' I scream loud, but still grovin' ...can't believe that I'm even movin!"
"Gonna drop my booty, like a naughty little FILLY who don't know what she's DOIN'!"
"YEAH!"
Again at the hook, the crowd cheers. During the entire chorus, Sweetie Belle looks you dead in the eyes as if a predator stalking her prize.
"Pre-cum? I licked it off his index...outdoor picnic; I've been wet,"
"Sis actin' like my 'best friend', but he's fuckn' ME after sunset!"
"Wanna share? BITCH I ain't done yet!"
"He's pullin' up my sundress..."
"His dick twitched, n' I licked n' before he blinked I undressed!"
"Humans make me feel good~"
"As a filly I can't explain..."
"It obvious, I got ESTRUS problems, so boy let's kill this pain!"
"N' I scream loud, but still grovin' ...can't believe that I'm even movin!"
"Gonna drop my booty, like a naughty little FILLY who don't know what she's DOIN'!"
"MINE!"
The crowd doesn't even wait for the last few lyrics or music to finish. Hooves and cheers shake the ground all around as lust-drunk mares insert themselves into the song's story.
"It looks like we have a winner!"
Mayor Mare is barely able to be heard over the crowd, even with a microphone. She quickly ushers you up onto the stage next to the sweaty, panting foal.
"WOO! You fuck him hard for me, filly!"
"Hah' wonder if Applebloom can sing fer next year's contestant..."
"TAKE OFF THE FUCKING PANTS! WHAT THE FUCK?! ALL DAY WITH THIS SHIT!"
Sweetie Belle sheepishly grins, her victory just sinking in as she nuzzles your nude stomach.
"THAT'S GARBAGE! THE HUMAN IS MINE!"
Fluttershy cries foul from offstage. It looks like she's going into estrus rape-mode.
"Oh yeah?"
Sweetie Belle turns around, flicking her tail aside. Her onyx marehood winks once, starting to drip.
"Sweetie, no!"
Mayor Mare cries out, but it's too late.
"Allll...minneee....*ahhh...*"
Sweetie Belle sighs as a long trail of mare-pre squirts out from her lips, splattering on your waist and lower legs.
"So....musky...."
You shudder as the warm, soupy liquid runs down your thigh. Fluttershy looks on in white-hot rage, wings extended as she prepares to lunge; Mayor Mare is in dismay.
"What have you done?!"
She cries.
"Brazen hormone presenting is going to cause a rio-"
"THAT'S IT! I'm getting those wet pants off RIGHT NOW and seeing some HOT HUMAN COCK!"
A blue pegasus streaks towards the stage, but the moment she reaches the edge, Fluttershy pounces. Unfortunately, the mares only focus on you and collide into one another. The pair tumble into the curtains, ripping some of them down in the process. Behind the scenes is none other than poor Leatherneck, waiting his turn in the contest. Shirtless.
"There's another male!"
"He kinda looks like a human!"
"Buck that, I want me some minotaur dick!"
Randy mares swarm the stage, and Sweetie Belle barely manages to pull you out of the way.
"Looks like these pants will need to be changed. Good thing Rarity is a good seamstress."
Magic grips you and shoves you towards a waiting victory carriage. Still, you can't help but reach out to the minotaur drowning in a sea of estrus.
"Leatherneck! Grab my hand!"
He tries his best to make it to you, but falls short as his quads and hamstrings fail to push through the wave of mares.
"I can't, bro! Save yourself!"
Pony after pony leaps onto his chest, pulling him into the pile.
"I never should have skipped leg daaayyyyyy!"
Leatherneck vanishes as you're plopped into the waiting ride; the door slams shut with a sealing mechanism to prevent jealous mares from breaking in. Magically enchanted for the occasion, it begins to pull you towards Carousel Boutique all on its own, your new home for the next year. You lay on the large cushion in a rather sprawled fashion. On top, lies the victor of the singing contest.
"Hello Sweetie Belle."
"Hi~"
She whispers softly back.
"I'm here to teach you the ways of being an Equestrian citizen."
Her hot, young breath flows across your ear.
"You kinda left your sister back there."
"She'll find her way back. Besides,"
The ivory filly purrs, doing her best to grind her equine bodice against you.
"I want to welcome you home myself."
"Sweetie Belle, I--mph!"
She silences you with a lengthy kiss; her flat tongue desperately reaching to explore your mouth.
*pwah!*"Lesson one."
Sweetie Belle pants.
"Is how a human properly relieves his mare's estrus."
You gulp.
Looks like it's gonna be a long year.