Author’s warning: Remember, zero quality control, so just because the last sex scene wasn’t graphic, doesn’t mean this one won’t be. If you’ve got complaints, leave them in the comment section. Just make them constructive complaints, because your bitching will go in the circular file. (AKA the trash can)
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The room came into focus slowly, as I woke up. It was definitely not where I had went to sleep. The walls were too shiny, too metallic. Realizing where I was, I called to Lyra, saying “Is this going to become a regular thing?”
“Different room, same underground placing. But no, just when you go to sleep with your tailhole exposed.” She turned around, bearing some ungodly thing around her hips and I flicked my tail. It was free.
“Wait, hold on.” She put a hoof on my mouth, shushing me very effectively.
“How do you say, ‘There’s no brakes on the rape train?’ Is that right?”
“Yes, but.” I couldn’t help but snicker at my own pun. “But I can make it better. Just unstrap me.”
She eyed me skeptically, but quickly released me. Rubbing my wrists, I had a few things to say. “Alright, so I can make your … thing real, but firstly I don’t like being tied down.” I paused, letting her adjust herself, since whatever device she had concocted down here seemed to chafe.
“And secondly?” she asked, seemingly satisfied with her adjustment.
“Well, wouldn’t you want to be human for this?”
Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, then kept going. She proceeded imitate Twilight, jumping around in circles chanting ‘yes,’ phaux dong bouncing to her rhythm. I just shook my head with a grin and turned us both into humans, with her having a little extra ‘attachment.’
“Wait, this is pretty small.” She said, looking into her latex thong. “You sure you made it big enough?”
“Yeah, humans have pretty small ones, comparatively. But throw some lube on it and plow me, I’m getting cold over here.” I was in full nude, bent over the table she had me strapped to earlier, ready and waiting. “And remember, I never liked receiving, so go easy on me.”
She quickly shed her fake horse dong and picked up a bottle of lube. As she was rubbing it on, she asked “Why don’t I have testes?”
“You don’t need testes to have a good time. The sensation will still be sexual, so it’ll feel like your cooch is getting fondled too. But seriously, go easy on me. My last relation was with a man, but it doesn’t mean I caught too often.”
“You humans sure have some weird terminology.”
“Yeah, that’s kind of our thing. Wars and words. Just shut up and stick me already.”
“No need to tell me twice.” She said, and with a glad half-whinny proceeded to stick me. The first half of the advice went unheeded though, and she gladly rammed me deep. Not one of the most pleasurable experiences I’ve had, so when she finished, leaving me wanting, I turned the tables on her.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m taking this.” I said, pulling the rubber horsecock straight off her latex thong and attaching it to myself, just above my own. “Add a little blood flow and,” I gave it a second, and it started to turn a mottled tan/brown. “Presto! I’ve got a bigger one.” I said, teasingly.
“How you say” she started in a thick, mock accent. “Shut up and stick me?”
“Roll over first.”
“But” she protested, already on her back.
“Exactly, I’m lining them up. Big rod, small hole, small rod, big hole.”
“No, don’t do that!” she cried, already being turned over.
She looked at me over her shoulder, fear in her eyes. But she found no comfort in my face, as with a malicious grin, I eased into her. She cried out at first, but when she realized it was just two rods in one hole to start, she eased into it and even started rocking with me. But when I pulled out and prodded her other hole, she held her breath. I slid in with a lewd pop, and she screamed. She grunted in time with my thrusts, but I heeded my own advice, and took it slow for her. As the grunts turned to moans, I picked up the pace, and when I reached full speed she let out a shaky ‘Oh my stars.’ It didn’t take me too long after to drive the seed deep into the fertile soil, and then I flipped her back over. She stared at me with longing, but I just grinned.
“Wipe me off, now. We wouldn’t want you ‘catching’ anything.”
She snickered with me, the pun not lost to her, and she got up to get a towel. As she picked it up though, she immediately dropped it. Then picked it up again. I watched in curiosity as this process repeated a few times, then she practically skipped over and requested to give me a handjob. I laughed, pointing out that hands weren’t that amazing, but she insisted. And was I ever so wrong to decline. With my larger member having been cleaned off, she gladly laid down on the table, practically chewing through the bit.
“First, I want you to stretch out.” I said, mischievously.
“Why?” she asked, skeptical of my intentions.
“Trust?” I asked, shrugging.
She complied, and I immediately strapped her down. With her virginities lost, now was the time to show her what rough meant. She seemed to enjoy it, even the minor strangle play. I had her riding the edge harder than a skateboarder over an empty pool until finally, agonizingly, she fell into the hardest orgasm of her life. With her passed out, I unstrapped her, turned us back into horses, and put the second penises back in their places. As I was putting them back on the shelf, she stirred.
“Thank you so very much. That was intense.”
“Yeah, but I’m afraid it was a one time thing.”
“Why?” she asked, turning over to me.
“Well, polyamory just isn’t the ship I’d like to sail, that’s all.”
“Who’d you have in mind for the monogamy?” She was getting up now, a little unsteady, but she managed to make it over to me.
“Well, honestly, Twilight.”
“Of all the ponies in Equestria, why her.”
“Well, I tried to seduce her at first, but she turned the tables. And when you see a pony’s good side, well, it kinda gets under your skin. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah.” she replied, rubbing a foreshin.
“Well, you’re free to surprise me any time, but don’t expect me to be consenting next time. And you know what happens when I don’t consent, right?”
“Yeah, I’ve been to court for it before.”
“You really need to stop kidnapping ponies.” I took her by the chin and made her look at me. She held my gaze for a second, long enough for me to see a flicker of hope, but as she looked away I saw fathomless sadness. I drew her into a hug, and whispered softly into her ear: “You’re free to play with me any time, just none of … whatever just happened, alright?”
Her ears perked up, and my lightbulb started to glow. “Do you have any idea how to make robots? I’ve read about them in your histories, and they sound awesome.”
“We’ll start you out small, and I’ll let you figure it out. I’m a learner, not a teacher, alright?”
She was happy enough, so I left her with a car battery and some jumper cables as I took the elevator back to the apartment. What I opened the door to was exactly what I expected: Ace and Bon Bon sitting in a tree, s-i-x-t-y- (the pun lost momentum, you get the picture).
“Get a room, you two.” I said as I went into Lyra’s. I fell asleep to the giddy running of hooves and the slamming of a door.
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Author’s other note: Sorry, again. Really. Like, I’m really glad no one walked in when I was writing this kind of sorry. And especially to Ace, because I know who he wants to be with, and it’s not Bon Bon.