And the Confused Convict
Walking across the cold and dreary confines of his cell, Anon knelt to greet his unexpected roommate. âHi, Iâm Anon,â he announced, wearily extending his hand to the diminutive, shadowed figure. Slowly, a pinkish grey hoof reached in his direction; but before he could shake it, it retracted. âHey, Iâm not gonna hurt you,â he sighed, squatting to his haunches in an attempt to reduce his imposing height. After all, he was a fair bit taller than a great many of Equestriaâs denizens.
âI...Iâm Cozy...Cozy Glow,â the tiny mare fretfully muttered, stepping forward and into the light.
In all of Anonâs time in the land of magical pastel ponies, heâd never seen a pegasus mare so small. Cozy was positively runtish, only coming up to his knees. Curly greyish blue locks sat atop her head, with her tail styled in much the same fashion. Her coat, a dull peach color, contrasted her hair. Heck, she even had a few snow white freckles on her cheeks just below her saucer-like scarlet eyes. All told, she could pass for the horse version of little orphan Annie.
Taking her hoof in his hand, he gingerly gave it a shake. âNice to meet you Cozy,â he softly said, giving her a warm smile.
âN...nice to meet you too,â Cozy whimpered, sheepishly looking up at the man. âI think Twilight told me about you, arenât you a janitor at the School of Friendship? Oh no! Donât tell me those mean old ponies threw you in here by mistake too?â she continued, her timid demeanor turning all the more dour.
âWellâŚâ Anon began, releasing her limb to rub the back of his neck, âitâs a long storyâŚâ
And what the long and sordid story it was. Basically, heâd had the perfect setup; a job as a custodian at the School of Friendship, a great relationship with the faculty and student body, and even a little apartment to call his own, but things had quickly taken an unexpected and scandalous turn. Somehow, for one reason or another, heâd managed to find himself in rather intimate relationships with several of the young creatures attending the academy. Chronologically, Anon had done the do with a changeling, a dragoness, a hippogriff, and even a yak. It wasnât even like heâd gone out trying to get laid, everything sort of just happened.
The straw, or should he say yak, that broke the camelâs back had been Yona, the obstinate bovine. Apparently, sheâd been privy to his salacious activities, and had developed a thirst for some human lovinâ. Try as he might, he was only able to stave off her advances for so long. Eventually, frustrated beyond all reasoning, sheâd bludgeoned her way into his room and rutted herself on him. Now, as one may expect, this didnât go over all that well with the Academyâs staff, not to mention the disgraceful sight it had created.
Having been caught balls deep in a yak, by principle Twilight Sparkle, Anon didnât have a leg to stand on. Not only had he been discovered plowing a student, but the event had sparked a heated argument regarding whom had won his affection. Under the baleful gaze of the alicorn Princess, Anon had been banished to the prison he now occupied, for committing the heresy of creating a friendship problem. In short, heâd fucked up on multiple levels.
âMisterâŚâ Cozy whispered, blushing and averting her gaze, âI can see your wienerâŚâ
The tiny mareâs humble words dragged Anon from his despondent state. Sadly, Twilight had teleported him to his current location buck naked, leaving the filly an unabashed view of his dangly bits. Darting for the mattress, he tore off its cover, and swiftly crafted a makeshift toga from the linen. It wasnât much, but it gave him some semblance of humility.
âA...anyways,â Anon stammered, turning his attention back to his cellmate, âI wouldnât say the ponies are mean, I just made a few mistakes and got thrown in here. Iâm sure itâll all get sorted out.â
âWell, I think theyâre a bunch of grumps. They put me in here because I wanted to make friends!â Cozy attested, solemnly kicking at the hard stone floor.
âWhat? Youâre kidding, right?â Anon blurted, utterly confounded by the admission. All throughout his time in Equestria, heâd never seen or heard of anyone being anything but friendly. Before he could respond, a raspy voice crept from over his shoulder.
âSheâs right, you know. Poor Cozy was locked up, simply because she wanted to be my friend,â something called, followed by the sound of hooves.
Wheeling around, Anon found himself facing a wizened, centaur-like creature. âWait...I think Iâve heard of you,â he muttered, squinting at the odd beast.
âTirek,â the creature answered, giving a slight bow, âitâs a pleasure.â
âHold on, youâre the dude who blew up Twilightâs house! She told me about you!â Anon exclaimed, taking a step away from the bars. Fortunately, Tirek was in a different cell, but he was still reluctant to get close to the villian. Out of the blue, something bumped against his leg, causing him to look downward. There, with her forehooves draped around his calf, sat the filly with whom he was imprisoned.
âPrincipal Twilight wanted us to have friends, and poor old Tirek was trapped down here all by himself. I started to write him letters, because I just felt so bad for him, but then the Princess threw me down hereâŚâ Cozy sniffled, looking up at Anon with tears in her eyes.
Kneeling down, Anon picked up the filly and gave her a hug. For all he knew, Cozy may have been a victim of circumstance, just like himself. She was just a kid, for fuckâs sake! Holding the small pony to himself, she wrapped her forelegs around his neck and pressed her face to his collar.
âI like you already, Anon. Youâre just super-duper strong, and handsome, and you even smell nice,â Cozy cooed.
âYou seem pretty sweet yourself!â Anon chuckled. Clutching the girl, he took a moment to take stock of his surroundings.
The cell was small, and painfully spartan. In one corner sat a toilet, shower pan, and a sprinkler head, at roughly waist level. The only bedding was a single mattress, positioned in the opposite corner of the room, beside himself. Whoever had designed the jail, clearly hadnât accounted for larger creatures, like him. The worst part that thereâd be no privacy whatsoever. The walls were constructed of rigid metal bars; easily allowing Tirek, or anyone else, from looking within, and that wasnât even taking into account his bunkmate.
âThey seriously donât even give us any clothes?â he asked, turning to face the centaur beast in the next enclosure.
âWhy should they? Weâre prisoners, so weâre afforded the bare minimum for survival,â Tirek replied, with a shrug. âAnyways, Iâm going to get back to bed. Iâm sure we can continue this conversation in the morning. That is, unless you find something more entertaining to preoccupy yourself withâŚâ he snickered, slinking back off to his sleeping mat.
Considering Anon had appeared in the late hours of the night, he couldnât blame him. Hell, he was actually pretty tired himself, given the maelstrom of bullshit heâd been through. Regardless of what he decided to do, heâd likely have to wait until morning, when heâd hopefully get the chance to ask a guard for something to wear. A muffled yawn drew his attention downward, towards the mare in his arms. With only a single mattress in the room, it looked like he and Cozy would be sharing the bed for the night.
âCome on,â he groaned, easing himself onto the bunk, âletâs get some rest.â
âAre you sure? You donât mind sleeping with a filly?â Cozy murmured fretfully.
âNah, youâre fine. I promise I wonât do anything weird, but I might snore a little,â Anon mumbled.
Carefully, he laid back, after setting the filly beside himself. Thankfully, there was still a blanket to share, so they wouldnât get too cold. Curling up next to him, Cozy snuggled herself against his side. Even though she was small, she was surprisingly warm, and the added heat was a welcome sensation.
âGânight Cozy,â he whispered, running his fingers through her curly mane.
âNight night, Anon,â Cozy softy responded, as she closed her eyes and rested her head.
Having made himself as comfortable as possible, Anon cast his gaze to the ceiling. One way or another, heâd have to find a way out of here; or, at the very least, speak with Twilight. To an extent, he could see why heâd been locked up, but not a filly like Cozy. Steadily, his eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted off into a heavy slumber.
What must have been hours passed in what felt like mere moments, as Anon awoke in a rather compromising position. It wasnât the fact that heâd tossed off the blanket, a common occurrence for him while sleeping; no, it was something altogether more disconcerting. Somewhere over the course of the night, his toga had slipped from his torso, leaving his bare chest exposed, yet this wasnât the source of his discomfort.
Cozy, likely whilst snoozing, had positioned herself onto Anonâs groin. To make matters worse, her muzzle was firmly betwixt his dong and balls. Glancing over, he noted Tirek was still asleep, and breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was for the quadrupedal villain to see him in such a state.
Reaching down, Anon tried to slip his fingers under the fillyâs chin. His attempts to remove the young mare were stymied, as she felt his movement. Wrapping her legs around his thigh, she nuzzled his package and yawned sleepily, permitting one of his balls to flop into her maw. He froze, not knowing what to do.
âH...hey, Cozy,â he quietly said, brushing her ear, âyou gotta get up.â There was no way of knowing if, or when, a guard would come strolling by, so he needed to act quickly. Sweet Celestia, he didnât need some random pony finding him like this.
Dreamily, Cozyâs eyes fluttered open, allowing her to look up Anonâs frame, to his nervous face. Sensing something warm in her mouth, she peered to her muzzle, then to the manâs groin, before lazily tonguing the manâs nut out of her gob.
âMornin, Anon. I hope you slept well,â she sighed, her snout still a scant few millimeters from his junk.
Anon opened his mouth, but was at a loss for words. Cozy had acted like it was any other morning, despite waking up with some guyâs teste in her maw. Languidly, the puny mare got to her hooves, stepped over his waist, and straddled herself on his lower abdomen, just above his groin. Now beaming at him, she wiggled her rump contentedly. He gulped, keenly feeling the warmth and subtle moisture of her loins against his flesh.
âIâm so glad to have someone to play with now,â she hummed, continuing to gyrate on the man. âItâs so cold and lonely down here, and washing my mane has been a real pain in the butt. Oh, I know!â she chirped, leaning forward and draping herself over his chest. âYou could help me with my hair! Itâs not easy, since I donât have any magic or anything.â
âI...I donât know, CozyâŚâ Anon grumbled, attempting not to look her in the eyes. Something about all this was just wrong. After having stumbled into multiple lascivious situations with students, heâd started getting somewhat paranoid about anything involving young mares, especially when they started asking for help with things.
âPleeeeease,â Cozy pleaded, her lip quivering ever so slightly.
âAlright, I guess,â Anon relented. Whatâs the worst that could happen? Washing a fillyâs hair was pretty tame, so he doubted anyone would give him flak about it.
Hefting Cozy, he set her beside himself on the bed. As soon as he released the runty mare, she hopped down and scampered over to the shower area. She quickly turned the tap, allowing the water to warm, prior to waving him over. With a sigh, and attempting to fix his shoddy toga, Anon plodded over. After all, it wasnât like he had anything better to do.
Cozyâs gaze wandered over the man, while he walked over towards her, but only for a moment. Thrusting her hoof into the shower, she found the temperature adequate. Jumping into the basin, she let the water patter over her frame. In short order, her curly mane and tail dampened, unfurling to their full length, to drape over her face, neck, and rear.
âThere should be some soap in a dish around here somewhere,â she pointed out, blindly waving a hoof to one side of the shower pan.
Spotting and retrieving the aforementioned brick of detergent, Anon squatted beside the basin. Reaching into the warm drizzle of water, he lathered his hands, before he ran the soap over the top of her head. While he gently washed Cozyâs scalp, she turned in place, making his job slightly easier. Her mane was actually pretty long, almost as long as Fluttershyâs, when it wasnât all coiled up.
âSo, what do you do all day, since youâre stuck down here?â Anon asked, attempting to strike up some idle conversation.
âOh, you know, play chess, meditate, chat with Tirek, plan my revâŚâ Cozy paused, freezing in place, âeri, my reverie for when I eventually get out.â
âThat doesnât sound too bad, just kinda boring,â Anon commented, setting down the soap to rinse out her hair. He stopped, however, as her wing folded over his hand.
âAnon, you forgot my tail,â Cozy noted, peeking over at him. Spinning around, she presented her rear to the man.
Rolling his eyes, Anon went to finish his job. Working the soap in his hands, he gingerly brushed his fingers through her tail, taking care to avoid her dock. To his astonishment, he completed his task without incident. Handing Cozy the soap, she scoured her body with her surprisingly dexterous wings, before rinsing off. Looking around, he found a pair of pony sized towels, and readied one for his cellmate. As she stepped out, he handed it to her.
âThanks, Anon. If you want to take your turn, Iâll be on the bed,â Cozy said, trotting off to the mattress.
âAlright,â Anon said, watching her dry herself and wrap the towel around her head.
He couldnât say what heâd been expecting, but it hadnât been something so mundane, not that he was complaining or anything. Honestly, he was thankful for the offer, since he was still sullied from his wholly unexpected romp with Yona. After making sure she wasnât watching, he stripped himself from his toga. Stooping down, and damn near having to sit, Anon got in the shower. With the sprinkler just over his head, while in an awkward half-squatted position, he washed himself.
Closing his eyes, Anon played over the events since heâd arrived in the prison. Cozy seemed nice, almost too nice, and painfully innocent, which didnât make any sense. Twilight would never incarcerate someone without reason, so he had to be missing something. The more he thought on it, the more frustrated he grew.
Rinsing off, he grabbed the other towel, and stood. Infuriatingly, the stupid thing was only the size of a human dishrag, but it was better than nothing. Drying himself, as best he could, he reached for his makeshift garment, but something was wrong. Glancing over, he discovered it was missing.
âOh, Iâm sorry, Anon! Were you looking for something?â Cozy inquired, causing the man to look over his shoulder.
Much to Anonâs horror, the small mare as lying on the bed, idly stroking her nethers with one forelimb, while her head rested on his discarded bedsheet-made-toga. Gone was the look of carefree innocence on Cozyâs face, replaced with the most sinister smirk heâd ever seen on a pony. As he went to cover himself, she shook her head and glowered.
âAnon, Anon, Anon, if Iâd wanted you to cover yourself, do you think Iâd have taken your little blanket? Now, come to me.â she tutted, shaking her head. Slowly, she extended a wing in his direction, and beckoned him over. When he didnât comply, she scowled. âYou know, it would be so much easier if you listened. After all,â she giggled, spreading her hind legs a hair and exposing her moistened loins, âitâs not like you wonât be getting something out of itâŚâ
âI...whyâŚâ Anon sputtered, unable to form a reply. Up until a few minutes ago, sheâd been as sweet as can be, but now she was acting like some two bit strumpet on prom night, and a petulant one at that!
âIâd do what she says,â Tirek grumbled, halfheartedly watching the scene unfold, from his bed.
When Anon looked back to Cozy, he found, much to his dismay, sheâd shifted her position. Now, lying spread eagle and with her crotch facing in his direction, he was granted an unabashed look at her drooling marehood. Like a hungry dog smelling a meal, his loins stirred, despite his confusion.
âWhy are you doing this? Are you in here because youâre some sort of nympho filly or something?!â he bleated.
âIâm doing this because Iâm bored,â Cozy groaned, rolling her eyes.
Having quickly discovered she could slip out of her original cell, sheâd scoured the depths of Tartarus for any sort of entertainment. Unfortunately, many of the monstrous captives werenât capable of speech, and Tirek had no interest in her, since her failure, but sheâd been undeterred. Upon hearing the rush of displaced air, and waking from her slumber, sheâd darted into Anonâs cell. While he was too large to press between the bars, she was not; as such, as far as she was concerned, she had something new to play with.
âYouâre wanting me to parade around naked because youâre bored? Are you kidding me?â Anon squaked, watching the filly roll to her stomach.
âNo, silly! I want you to fuck my brains out with that meaty cock of yours!â Cozy responded, her voice losing any trace of menace, as it returned to its chaste, former state.
âYouâre a kid! How do you even know about this stuff?!â Anon demanded, exceedingly disconcerted that a mare her age would make such a shameless request.
âWell, first of all, Iâm older than I look; I just happen to be tiny, thatâs all. Secondly, you act like I havenât had my way with a stallion or two,â Cozy tittered, wiggling her tush at him. âAnd, before you ask, Tirek is a little too old for me. You, however, seem to be relatively young and healthy, and that hide of yours,â she purred, pausing to lick her lips, âis quite invitingâŚâ
Anon held up a finger to protest, but fell short of saying anything. If he really was going to be trapped down here for a while, possibly forever, there wasnât any sense in pissing off one of the two sapient inmates in the place.
âWhat about the guards?â he asked, noting the distinct lack of any staff in the prison.
âThere are none. Tartarus is magically sealed, so thereâs simply no need,â Tirek responded, absentmindedly picking at his fingernails.
Without any correctional personnel, any chances of Anon getting clothes were pretty darn slim. So heâd likely be nude and cooped up with an exceedingly thirsty pint-sized mare. Bearing that in mind, he weighed his options. Even though Cozy hadnât told him her age, she clearly knew what she was asking for. Shrewdly, he rubbed his chin, considering his choices, until the pony cleared her throat.
âYou know,â Cozy mused, continuing to roll about on the mattress, âwith my size, you could fuck me like a sex toyâŚâ As a seasoned schemer, it was a worthy piece of bait. She wasnât sure what Anon had been banished to Tartarus for, nor did she care, because he could be a useful tool and source of entertainment. While she would have preferred a stallion mounting her, she had to admit, the prospect of feeling the manâs hands holding and caressing her was enticing.
âFuck it, I donât even care anymore,â Anon sighed, defeated. After everything heâd been through, and all the various creatures heâd plowed, he may as well add a pony to the list. Tossing his towel to the floor, and allowing his semi-flaccid manhood to flop free, he stepped towards the bed.
Cozyâs maniacal grin reappeared, as she saw Anon draw nearer. It didnât matter if Anonâs resolve had crumbled, or if the human had simply lost hope; either way, she was going to get what she wanted. Flopping onto her back, and letting her head recline off the side of the bed, the world was upside down, as she watched his bobbing prick grow nearer.
âJust fuck my throat raw,â she squeaked.
With the mattress at roughly shin level, likely due to the myriad of different creatures imprisoned, Anon had to sink to his knees. Moving closer, Cozy appealingly opened her maw, as she awaited his tool. Of all the students heâd had a roll with, not a damned one of âem had been as outright whorish as this weird little mare. Hell, even Yona had shown some self restraint! But none of it mattered now. Condemned to pony hell with a sex crazed horse; truly, a wry twist of fate.
Craning her neck forward, Cozy kissed the tip of his prick, prior to running her tongue around its head. âUse me,â she muttered.
As tiny as she was, and as off-putting as her innocent act could be, Anon was finding it hard to fully commit himself. Yeah, heâd done some questionable shit before, but this just felt weird. He looked up, as he heard Tirek clear his throat.
âYou realize, while she may look like a filly, Cozy did almost conquer Equestria,â the centaur-like beast chortled, gleefully watching from his cage. âPerhaps you should punish herâŚâ
âWait, really?â Anon rebuked, shocked by the villainâs admission. He kinda figured Cozy had been sent there for some sort of friendship faux pas, much like himself, not attempted world domination.
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â Cozy growled, taking a break from her ministrations to wave her hoof about. âSo I tried to take over Equestria, so what? Itâs not like I wouldâve done a bad job or anything, just remove any traces of magic from the land, subjugate the populace, and reign supreme as the friendshi-Mmmph,â she was cut off, as Anon thrust forward, filling her gullet with his member.
While Anon may have made some poor life choices, there was no way heâd ever actually hurt somebody. The fact that this precocious mare would try something so heinous practically demanded that he take action. Hunching over, he wrapped one hand around Cozyâs torso,while the other flew to her loin. If she wanted some action from him, and considering her wicked confession, heâd give her what she wanted, but it wasnât exactly going to be gentle.
As Anon serviced himself with Cozyâs mouth, making sure not to choke her; he kneaded and massaged her marehood, with his left hand. Skillfully, he played with her clit and teased her entrance, feeling her meaty and taut lips wink around his digits. Sensing himself bump against the back of her throat, she gutterally groaned around his length. It certainly didnât sound like she minded the rough treatment, and she wasnât struggling or anything, so he wasnât too concerned. That being said, he was getting frustrated. This was supposed to be some grand irony, as Cozy was undone by her own hubris!!!
With a frustrated grunt, Anon pressed forward, causing his tool to delve into her esophagus. Strangely enough, the tiny pegasus didnât struggle; although she did writhe around a bit. Readjusting his hands, he plunged deeper, until the fillyâs snout bumped against his balls. The sensation of her maw was astounding, only eclipsed by the sight of her throat obscenely bulging outward. In and out, back and forth, he slowly made use of her muzzle. As his gaze crept down her tiny frame, he noticed her engorged and succulent marehood. It seemed that the face fucking wasnât enough of a punishment for her.
Irritatedly, Anon jammed one finger into the pegasusâ cunt, followed by a second, as he continued with his righteous punishment. Instantly, her voice raised an octave, and her wings reached up to caress his balls. As for her marehood, it was astoundingly snug and warm, much more so than any female heâd ever been with. Between her noises, his digits in her vice-like sex, and her tongue dancing over his length, Anon was in a bit of a spot. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself he was doing this to discipline her, the longer he went on, the harder he got.
Thrusting with increasing force, Anon endured. To his chagrin, Cozy wrapped a wing around her abdomen to tease at her clit, as his fingers probed her marehood. Somehow, even though the muted gagging noises, she was getting off to choking on his length. After a minute or so, Anon realized he needed to switch gears. Releasing the mare, Anon stood and hauled himself from her maw.
As he pulled his shaft from her gullet, she coughed weakly. A strand of pre-cum and saliva dangled between his manhood and her mouth. Dreamily, Cozy looked up at him, while she licked the cocktail of his pre-cum and her saliva from her lips. Surely, she was an insidious and depraved creature, unlike any other. Silently, he scooped her up and spun her around. Grabbing her around the midsection, with both hands, he moved her towards his groin.
âSo,â he began, dragging her leaking marehood over his dick, âif I fuck you, will you promise to be friends?â
âIâŚI...â Cozy stammered, feeling every vein along his shaft caress her clit.
Itâd been ages since sheâd had any sort of sexual gratification, so the act was tantamount to torture. Although Anon wasnât the most well hung male sheâd ever been with, he was on the larger side of the spectrum; at least, for her, he was. One of the benefits of being her size was that even âaverageâ sized cocks were large, which was an aspect of her nature she deeply appreciated. Still, despite her size, her marehood was well trained, and she had no doubt she could handle the man-creature.
Cozy gasped, shaken from her reverie, as he taunted her entrance. Anon had positioned her so that the tip of his member prodded her gash. âP...please,â she whimpered, wriggling in his grasp. The bastard was pressing it in just enough to let her sense its size, but he refused to fully penetrate her.
âPromiseâŚâ Anon mumbled, continuing to torment his cellmate.
âIâll be a good little pony, I promise now take that faaaa-OH BUCK,â she squealed, as Anonâs length ground into her. Sweet Celestia, if she ever got out of Tartarus, sheâd have to remember to make him her personal fuck toy. Lacking the blunt head of a pony stallionâs, his equipment was rounded like a dull spear. Between its shape, and prior his fingering, he delved into her depths with relative ease. Without a medial ring, the infuriating thicker band around a ponyâs stallionhood, the man was able to cram damn near the entirety of himself into her, only stopping when his glans pressed against her cervix.
Peering down, Anon had to say, he was impressed. Looking through the crevice of Cozyâs tush, he noticed heâd fit almost all of his tool into her; an impressive feat, considering her diminutive dimensions. Holding her firmly, he pulled the filly off of himself, only to ram her back onto himself. Steadily, he started screwing her, effectively using her like a large, nefarious sex toy. With each plunge, his tool impacted against the mareâs womb, causing her to mewl and writhe in his hands.
âFuck yes,â Cozy cried, fitfully flapping her wings, while she was rutted. âFuck me harder! Iâve been such a naughty filly!!!â she wailed, as her marehood was pounded. Clamping her hind legs closed, and flexing her glutes, she exerted additional pressure on Anonâs cock, eliciting a grunt from the man. It was exceptionally rare for a male to directly assault her uterus, and the exquisite juxtaposition of discomfort and pleasure was mind boggling.
The increased tension on his member caused Anonâs speed to quicken, and the power of his thrusts to intensify in force. Even though it slightly impeded his movements, he was spurred to go even rougher than before. Although he wasnât aware of it, on some level, he found the experience cathartic. In his prior forays into magical creature coitus, heâd never really let himself go full force. Ironically, it was with Cozy, his smallest partner to date, with whom heâd unleashed his full fury. His solemn reverie, however, was broken, as the puny pony spoke up.
âYou like this donât you? Plowing a tiny filly, like some filthy beast! I bet thatâs what youâre in here for, isnât it?â Cozy chided, speaking between plunges of his ungodly dick. âIt wouldnât surprise me if you rutted half of the students at Twilightâs Fr-MMMPHâ her derision came to a swift end, as Anon jammed two fingers into her mouth.
âJust shut the fuck up!â Anon snarled. It was bad enough that heâd chosen to screw her, but her little tirade caused something to snap. Supporting her abdomen with one hand, heâd jammed two digits into her flapping maw to silence her. Even though Cozy didnât seem to mind, given how she was lewdly sucking and moaning around them, it served to quiet her.
Relentlessly, he jackhammered into her; humping forward, while he pulled her to himself. With each plunge, he felt something in his palm, and it took him a second to figure out what it was. He was banging her so hard that his tool was distending her belly, an act he didnât think was possible. Undeterred by the revelation, he continued to brutalize her marehood.
Slurping on Anonâs fingers, having her insides nearly rearranged by his rough treatment, and being used in such a wanton way, was quickly pushing Cozy to her limit. Her forelegs hung limp, her mind was going blank, and her thighs trembled, while Anon slaked his lust with her body. Tactician though she was, sheâd always had a masochistic streak, often tricking stallions much older than herself into having their way with her, but none had truly committed themselves to the task. Every time the head of his manhood bludgeoned her womb, she shuddered, leaving her to drool uncontrollably from both ends.
Under the intense and morally conflicting pleasure of using a living creature as an onahole, Anon gnawed his lip. No matter how much he tried to stave off his impending orgasm, he had to admit, there was something infuriatingly hot about plowing something so small and knowing they were getting off to it. Realizing he wouldnât be able last long, he gave her everything he had. Heâd be damned, if sheâd ever forget about pissing off Anonymous and using him for her own carnal amusement!
Pounding away like a man possessed, Anonâs balls slowly retracted. With one final, titanic plunge, entombings as much of himself in Cozy as humanly possible, he came. His tool throbbed, rhythmically pulsating, as a deluge of hot spunk raced up its length. Gritting his teeth, he unloaded into the mare, making sure she got every drop of his spunk.
The influx of Anonâs seething seed instantaneously sent Cozy over the edge. Howling uncontrollably, she climaxed. Strings of saliva hung from her chin, and a cocktail of her orgasmic juices and the manâs cream squirted from her overstuffed cunt. So great was her ecstasy, that her entire body contorted and convulsed, all while impaled upon Anonâs glorious cock. It was unlike anything sheâd ever felt, so cataclysmic was her bliss. The entire world, her whole existence, was rapturous pleasure. Fighting to maintain consciousness, Cozyâs eyes rolled to the back of her head, as her screams of exaltation slowly died.
Panting, and still holding the filly on his member, Anon stood. The release of neuro-chemicals had burnt away a sizeable portion of his frustration, which certainly helped, but he couldnât shake the feeling that something was wrong. Lazily, he looked to his side, and his heart stopped beating. There, on the other side of the barred wall of his cell, stood Twilight Sparkle. His mouth went dry, and the blood in his veins froze to ice, under the baleful gaze of the alicorn Princess.
âH...how long have you been standing thereâŚâ he wheezed.
âLong enough to see you despoiling one of the most reviled fillies in Equestria,â Twilight replied, her tone utterly deadpan.
Glancing over to Tirek, as he lazily milked his tool, she wasnât sure what to think. Either Anon had subjugated one of the worst villains sheâd ever encountered, or he was putting on some sort of exhibitionistic show for the centaur whoâd destroyed her house/library. Either way, she wasnât pleased, and Tirek had gotten off to the performance. Clearing her throat, she regarded the man.
âItâs time to go, we need to talk,â Twilight uttered, igniting her horn.
Nodding like an idiot, Anon waddled over to the bed. As carefully as possible, he hauled his swiftly softening length from Cozyâs abused snatch, allowing him to deposit her on the mattress. Sullenly, and with great shame, he retrieved his makeshift toga, and wrapped it about himself, before walking over to the Princess.
âA...Anon,â Cozy sighed, pawing at the fleeing man, causing him to turn, âcome back to visit.â
Anonâs fear only deepened, as he looked at the cum drunk filly. Heâd really screwed the pooch - well, young mare - this time. Holding up a hand in a silent goodbye, he disappeared, along with the, what he presumed to be, remarkably irate alicorn.
As Cozy watched the two depart, she groaned. Not only had Twilight left with the best lay of her life, but she was now without anyone worthy of her attention. Quietly, she fetched a diary from under the mattress; all while clenching her marehood, to trap as much of the manâs jizz as possible. Unfastening a pen from the book, and finding a clean page, she began to write.
Dear Diary, Anon is just as charming and wonderful as Twilight said. When, not if, WHEN I get out of this hole, I will make him mineâŚ