> A Penitent Pony
>  by Some Leech
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> Mutually Assured Destruction
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Anon shifted slightly, squirming in his chair, while Twilight stared daggers at him. The warm glow of the rising sun crept through the window, bathing the room in soft light. Avoiding eye contact, fitfully looked around her office, he silently begged for the tense encounter to end.

“I can’t believe I’m having to do this with you again,” the alicorn exasperatedly lamented.

“It wasn’t my fault! Yona had a good time, right? You didn’t get any complaints, did you?” Anon countered. Though he knew good and damn well he was at least partially to blame for the incident, he prayed the grievances from the yaks had been minimal.

“Seriously, what is it with you and yaks? This is the second time this has happened!” Twilight grumbled, looking over the statement she’d gotten from Prince Rutherford. The yak chief had had nothing but kind words about the janitor, praising the man for his durability and vigor, but Anon didn’t need to know that - at least, not yet…

Throwing his head back, Anon shrugged and remained silent. Truth be told, either the universe had a perverse sense of humor, his luck was god-awful, or possibly both. Regardless of exactly how he’d wound up balls deep in a yak, while drilling her through a piece of furniture, that’s what had happened. That being said, existence seemed to enjoy pairing him with large, shaggy, physically demanding bovids.

“So, one last time, what happened again?” the Princess asked, peering at him from across her desk.

“I told you, I don’t remember. One minute, I was hanging out with Yona at her village - the next, I woke up, feeling like I’d been run over by a freight train, with this hat on my head,” the man sighed, reaching up to adjust the large horned helmet adorning his dome.

“So you don’t remember destroying a yurt, initiating civil unrest, or committing acts of public indecency?” Twilight pressed, leaning closer.

“No! Everything is a blur, I swear,” he bleated, pinching the bridge of his nose. While the previous day’s events were a bit fuzzy, he recalled more details than he would’ve liked.

Before his date with Yona, Anon had procured a powerful elixir from Zecora. Considering she’d essentially fucked him through his bed, broken into his room, and was the strongest quadruped he’d ever met, he’d sought something to level the playing field - as such, he’d gone to the zebra for a contingency plan.

The potion he’d ordered was primarily designed to heavily augment his strength and endurance, allowing him to counter Yona’s impressive physical might. He’d also made sure it was laced with powerful aphrodisiacs, so he could meet the yak’s wanton zeal with his own salacious enthusiasm. Of course, he’d planned to use the elixir as a weapon of last resort, but everything had gone to hell almost immediately.

That morning, before he’d left the school on his date, Yona had inadvertently dosed him with the medicine; mistaking it for creamer, she’d dumped the entire bottle into his coffee. Realizing he’d unwittingly taken the potion, hoping to stave off the effects, he and his date had been teleported to Yakyakistan for the day. It hadn’t taken long for the drug to kick in, leaving Anon in a sticky situation.

Clouded though his memory was, he knew things had picked up pace like a formula one racer on a straightaway. Before he’d known it, after arriving at the yaks’ quaint little village, he’d been fucking and/or getting fucked by Yona in front of a small audience. Each had taken turns, violently plowing one another, long into the afternoon. It had been a clash of the titans, albeit an exceedingly sticky and lustful one.

“You know,” Twilight began, somberly shaking her head, “these are some pretty severe charges…”

The alicorn’s statement snapped Anon from his stupor, causing him to glare at her in disbelief. “They were yaks! They tear shit up for fun! I didn’t hear anyone trying to stop me!” he blurted, immediately covering his mouth. After having claimed ignorance, his brazen admission of guilt was not going to do him any favors.

“Now generalizations of a species and lying to a Princess,” the alicorn tsked, leering at the janitor.

“Fuck, ok, fine, I may’ve plowed Yona’s brains out, but it’s not like she didn’t enjoy it!” Anon admitted, tugging at his shirt to reveal his bare chest. “For fuck’s sake, I’ve got three bruised ribs!”

“Well, enjoyment aside, the bottom line is you made quite the little scene,” Twilight muttered, hopping from her chair. Trotting past her table, she slowly circled the man. Slowly moving around him, looking him up and down, she brought herself to his face. “I could make all this disappear, if…” she trailed off, lying the bait.

“If what?” he mumbled, dragging a palm over his face. Given Twilight’s track record for bawdy experiments and coincidentally lewd happenings, her request could involve virtually anything.

“It’s nothing bad, Silly! I just want your help with a friendship problem!” she chirped, her upbeat, heartwarming smile flashing away any trace of menace or threat.

Sitting up straight, caught off guard by what he’d heard, Anon squinted down at her. “What kind of friendship problem?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Twilight noted, beaming at him. “That is,” her smile faltered slightly, as she continued, “unless you’d rather get twelve months of community service…”

“Fine,” he whined, knowing there was no way for him to win. Plainly put, she had him hamstrung and there was no way to get out of it.

Either he’d ‘help’ Twilight with whatever crazy shit she’d needed him for, or he’d wind up wasting what little spare time he had working for free. Neither option was great, but the former would probably be quick and relatively painless. In all his time having known the Princess, she’d never done anything harmful to him, even if she was annoying at times.

“Perfect! Meet me back here in an hour. Don’t be late!” she exclaimed, disappearing in a flash of fuchsia colored light.

With Twilight’s words ringing in his ears, Anon got up and moved towards the exit. Trudging out of the office, making his way towards his room, he was left to wonder what the Princess had in store for him; while he doubted it could be anything too bad, she had temporarily banished him to Tartarus before. A chill ran up his spine, as he recounted the event.

After his initial, disastrous sexual encounter with Yona, which led to the destruction of his room, she’d incarcerated the man; as if that hadn’t been bad enough, the entire thing was witnessed by a sizeable chunk of the student body. Thrown into horse prison, while Twilight investigated the incident, he’d found himself with a peculiar roommate.

Her name had been Cozy Glow. Though she appeared to be a small, sweet, innocent pegasus filly, that was far from the case. She was, by no small margin, one of the most twisted, depraved mares he’d ever run across. Her ingenuous demeanor quickly crumbled before him, as she showed her true, lecherous colors.

Thankfully, Anon was only imprisoned with her for a brief time, before he was returned to the school. Some time after that event, she’d been turned to stone by the combined might of Celestia, Luna, and Discord, for attempting to overthrow Equestria with the aid of Tirek and Queen Chrysalis. As horrific as the event had been, at least it had meant he wouldn’t have to deal with her in the future.

Strolling into his apartment, setting his horned yak helmet on the coffee table, Anon eased himself into his recliner. Twilight had been gracious enough to let him shower prior to her inquisition - a fact he was supremely grateful for. Ensconcing himself in a graphic novel, he whiled away his time.

The hour flew by in a flash - so much so that he didn’t realize he’d missed his deadline. A brilliant light filled the room, causing him to wince. Appearing before him, wearing a rictus grin, Twilight looked around the room. In the blink of an eye, she spotted him, briskly trotted over, and put a forehoof on his arm. Without a word, much to Anon’s dismay, the sorcery about her horn burned brightly, moments before she teleported away with the man.

Plucked from his seat and sorcerously whisked away, Anon was left to fall to a cold stone floor. The vertigo hit him immediately, only adding to his confusion at the abrupt transport. Pushing himself up, clutching his head with one hand, he wearily scanned the area. Wherever he was, it was dark and uninviting.

The room was pretty big, nearly double the size of Twilight’s office. Several large pieces of, what he presumed to be, scientific equipment sat scattered about the chamber, as well as a bed and chair. If he had to guess, it was some sort of private laboratory for the Princess’ research, though he had no way to be sure.

“If you could get on the bed and close your eyes, that would be great,” the alicorn instructed, cantering to a large, wooden crate.

Shaking his head, Anon unsteadily got to his feet. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, he’d been brought to some secretive workshop of Twilights. Considering he was intimately familiar with the school, and the fact that the dizziness from the teleportation wasn’t severe, he was left to assume he was in a clandestine area the Princess had made. Shuffling over, plopping onto the oddly out of place bed, he watched her dig around in the box.

“Ok, now just lie back and close your eyes,” Twilight cheerfully ordered, her head and forehooves still within the crate.

Anon acquiesced, reclining onto the center of the mattress. Closing his eyes, hearing the familiar Clip-Clop Clip-Clop of approaching hooves, he sighed to himself. Through his eyelids, the faint glow of magic could be seen, though it was fleeting. Something soft and lengthy wrapped around his face, worming behind his head, leaving him to fidget uncomfortably. There was no doubt about it, he’d just been blindfolded.

Without warning, the strangely warm sensation of magic grasped his limbs, pulling them to his sides, as what felt like ropes were applied to his wrists and ankles. In mere moments, he’d been bound to the bed. As compromising as the situation was, it paled in comparison to some of his past raunchy exploits. Flexing his arms and legs, testing his restraints, the sound of retreating hooves greeted him.

“Alright, you can begin now,” Twilight called out.

The room was quiet and still, causing Anon to wonder who, or what, the Princess had been speaking to. Twisting his head, doing his damnedest to hear anything of note, the faint noise of beating wings greeted his ears. A soft breeze graced his face, just before a weight settled on the cushion to either side of his head. 

Whatever had perched on the bed above him, it was small, so he wasn’t too concerned. A delicate aroma filled his nose, though he was having a hard time putting a finger on what it was; it almost smelled like some combination of peach and grapefruit. Sniffing the air, craning his neck towards the source, a delicate giggle greeted him.

“Golly, it’s nice to see you too, Anon…” a childlike voice greeted Anon, causing his blood to run cold. There was no mistaking it; the innocuous, sugary sweet tone, he’d heard it before…

“You let Cozy glow out!” Anon shouted, hoping the Princess was in earshot.

“Geee, don’t be such a grumpy-gus! Twilight brought me here for an extra special experiment!” Cozy explained, stroking the man’s cheek with her hoof.

“Why? Why did I get involved with this?” the man protested, redoubling his efforts to escape. 

Sure, he’d ended up plowing the maniacal filly like a field in spring, but it hadn’t been his fault! Yeah, maybe he’d enjoyed it and maybe he’d gotten off to the memory a few times, though he’d been the victim, not the nymphomaniac small pony! Like some sort of obscene snake charmer, she’d wooed him into fucking her!

“Anon, you’re so silly! Twilight knew how much we enjoyed our time together in Tartarus, so she thought that maybe you could help reform me,” Cozy stated, casually stepping over the man’s face.

Honestly, when Twilight had liberated her from her stone prison, the last thing she’d expected was a chance to earn her freedom. According to the Princess, it had something to do with locking a filly in a semi-eternal prison, doomed to agelessly watch the world around her pass by; but she knew better. The way the alicorn’s wings fitfully twitched, how she nervously played with her hooves, her overeager tone, she knew good and damn well that Twilight had some ulterior motive, as soon as Anon’s name came up.

Of course, Cozy accepted the offer, swearing that the man could help her see the error of her ways - in fact, she’d gone so far as to suggest some punishment be involved, once she’d heard about his exploits in Yakyakistan. Twilight had seemed more than interested in the notion, even extending the use of her concealed facility for the event. While she highly doubted getting another scandalous swing at the janitor would curb her thirst for power, at least she’d get some release from the event.

“So...” Cozy continued, gradually lowering her hindquarters, “how about you start by giving me a nice, hard tongue lashing…”

Anon’s resistance came to an abrupt halt, as a singular aroma tickled his nostrils. Craning his neck, sniffing the air, he brought himself closer to the scent. Slightly sour, with the barest hints of musk and grass, the man moved his nose to the source. A warm, damp heat washed over his face, just as a giggle drifted to his ears.

“Gosh! Just look at you,” the diminutive pegasus tittered, spying the bulge in his pants. “You’re like a little doggy who just want to bury his bone!” she added, swinging her head down to look between her legs at him.

Suddenly, something hot dripped onto Anon’s lips, instinctively causing him to lick the fluid away. The tart, unmistakable tang of a female washed over his taste buds. Gulping, realizing what was hovering above him, he did his best to remain calm, even though his body had other plans. His manhood, acting of its own volition, struggled against his trousers. Before he could utter a halfhearted protest, the pint-sized mare seated herself on his face.

With a heavy sigh, Cozy rested her weight on the man’s countenance. Gleefully wiggling her tush, smearing him with her nectar, she draped herself over his chest. The way she saw it, given the obvious erection he had, he was going to break sooner or later, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t offer him some additional encouragement. Unbuttoning the top of his shirt, she massaged his chest with her forehooves.

Doing his best to breathe around the sopping marehood bearing down on his mouth, Anon’s perilously thin resolve withered. It was clear that Twilight had orchestrated their meeting, which meant she was unlikely to intervene. Tethered to the bed, with little chance of escape, he chose the only reasonable option. His tongue darted out, burying itself in the mare’s meaty, taut folds, as he bent to her will.

“Mmmmmmm, such a good boy,” Cozy groaned, rocking her hips back. 

Closing her eyes, savoring his oral, she ground herself against his face. While she hadn’t been lucky enough to experience his pussy eating skills in their all-too-brief time together in Tartarus, she had to admit, he definitely knew what he was doing. Lazily rubbing one keratinous appendage over his nipple, he squirmed beneath her.

Without the use of his arms or legs, Anon was helpless below the puny pony. Lavishing her succulent nethers, practically suffocating, he adamantly fought to placate her. Angling his head, changing his tactics slightly, he fixated on her clit. Delicately lipping and nibbling the sensitive bud of flesh, his efforts were rewarded by a throaty purr from above.

“Yeah, right there,” Cozy moaned, as a shiver of delight ran up her spine.

As entertaining as riding his glorious countenance was, she knew it couldn’t last forever. Besides, judging from the substantial tent in his pants, the man was more than ready to move on - not to mention she didn’t mind proceeding to the next step of her plan. Pushing herself up, she cocked one hind leg and peered back at him.

“Puppy happy with his snack?” she snickered.

Anon scowled in her direction, even if his heart wasn’t in it. Her cooling juices trailed over his chin and neck, since he was only able to lick his lips clean. If he had to guess, she was going to make him beg for it; any complaints would also likely be met with further torment, so he kept his mouth shut. He could feel her moving over his torso, leisurely trotting on his chest and abdomen, as she approached his groin.

Slinking down Anon’s body, Cozy’s eyes locked onto his nethers. Lying on his belly, contentedly humming to herself, she nonchalantly unbuttoned his pants. No sooner had she pulled upon his fly than his manhood sprang free. Wrapt in awe, she gazed longingly upon the magnificent appendage. Given their difference in size, the damn thing was nearly as big as one of her legs.

Drooling from both ends, she reverently reached for his member. Grasping it with both hooves, tenderly stroking its vascular length, she angled it towards her face. Bringing it to her pouting lips, she affectionately gave its tip a small kiss, before glancing to the side. Seated in a chair, not a dozen paces away, sat Twilight Sparkle.

The alicorn had remained silent, since trussing Anon to the bed, though she hadn’t left. Hopping into her recliner, with her trusty notebook in hoof, she’d silently watched the event unfold. Of course, her intent was that providing Cozy with a paramour may prove a permanent distraction from the wicked mare’s vainglorious penchant for world domination, but getting a free show didn’t hurt either. Idly stroking herself, making the occasional note, as she bore witness to the sin.

Turning her attention back to Anon’s cock, Cozy popped the tip into her mouth. While she was only able to manage the barest portion of it, she worked his shaft with her forelimbs. Sucking at his first bit of pre-cum, relishing the cloying, salty flavor, her marehood winked uncontrollably. It wouldn’t be long before she impaled herself on his magnificent fuck-stick, and nobody could stop her.

Gritting his teeth, Anon tried in vain to resist the damnably pleasurable feelings accosted him. Since most of the pegasus’ weight was on his stomach, he had to assume she was administering a blowjob. Despite the fact that she was only fellating his glans, he couldn’t deny how contemptibly good it felt.

Still, considering he’d been tied up and used as some sort of living sex toy sparked an ember of disdain within him. Cursing under his breath, he swore a silent vow to reap revenge upon her. If he got free - no, when he got free, he’d put her in her rightful place. Considering she’d loved every minute of his rough treatment, when he’d fucked her into a stupor in Tartarus, he realized she’d likely love it, yet he’d be remiss for not doing something.

Pulling at his restraints, Anon discovered the bindings on his left wrist were somewhat slack. Being as subtle as possible, he twisted and tugged at his limb, until his hand came free. Silently praying that Cozy wasn’t paying attention, he stealthily reached over and undid the rope from his other arm. With his upper extremities loose, he removed the blindfold from his face.

Gazing down at the tiny mare’s tush, noting her engorged sex, his frustration mounted. Steeling himself, his muscles tensed. Bolting up to a seated position, he struck. Jamming two fingers into her sopping wet snatch with one hand, she rammed her head onto his dick with the other. In the blink of an eye, the tables had turned.

Caught woefully unprepared, Cozy’s eyes went wide with shock. She gasped, as the man’s digits penetrated her, allowing his tool to plunge into her esophagus. Her cunt clenched around his fingers, while her throat bulged obscenely outward. Without a moment to adjust to the sudden development, she found herself being pulled back and driven back down.

“Yeah, I bet you like that, you little bitch,” Anon growled victoriously, haphazardly bucking into her face. 

Writhing in his grasp, she did little to resist, though that may have been because he was working her g-spot like a seasoned veteran. If she wanted to treat him like a breathing masturbatory aid, he was more than happy to return the favor. Massaging her clit with his thumb, rubbing her depths, and swabbing her throat, he took a certain guilty pleasure from the power reversal - that was, until he heard a stifled whimper.

Twisting his head, he noticed Twilight Sparkle in a nearby chair. Shamelessly rubbing one out, with a discarded notebook on the floor, she froze the moment he looked at her. He shouldn’t have been surprised that she hadn’t abandoned him to the masochistic pegasus, but the brazen masturbation caught him off guard.

“D...don’t mind me, I’m just - uh - documenting this f...for posterity!” the Princess stammered, hastily retrieving her pad of paper. With a moistened hoof, she flipped to an empty page and began scribbling notes. “Yup, just boring old documentation, just ignore me!”

Knitting his brow, seizing the opportunity, Anon hauled Cozy from his turgid member. The minuscule mare coughed fitfully, dragging air into her lungs, as he pulled her to his chest. Holding her tightly, lest she try to escape, he pulled his hand from the pony’s sex and leveled his sticky finger at the alicorn.

“You have any bondage supplies?” he stoically inquired, keeping his tone as menacing as possible.

Twilight visibly shuddered at the question. Her marehood squelched nectar to the floor, just before she ground her thighs together. Gnawing her lip, trying and failing to restrain her spontaneous climax, she vigorously nodded her head. What sort of researcher didn’t have BDSM gear handy?

“And something to hang this whore from?” Anon pressed, causing yet another climactic tremor to strike the Princess.

“Gee, Mister Anon, you wouldn’t string up a poor, innocent - Mmmph!!!” Cozy’s sinless charade was cut short, as the man shoved two fingers into her gob.

“Quiet,” he scolded, keeping his attention on the riled up Princess.

Screwing her eyes shut, Twilight’s horn ignited in arcane light. The crate she’d been rummaging around in skidded across the floor, stopping just in front of the man - simultaneously, a length of rebar wrenched itself from the ceiling, bending downward into a hook. Awkwardly wiping sweat from her forehead, she peeked out at Anon.

“T...there should be more rope in there,” she sputtered, waving to the large wooden box, “a...and maybe a few other things you could use…”

Inspecting the mangled length of steel, Anon nodded in approval; as makeshift as the solution was, it would suffice. Peering into the chest, a veritable cornucopia of bondage gear and intimacy products awaited him. Besides a plethora of rope, there were a number of gags, plugs, at least one whip, a riding crop, and a good few lengths of leather straps. 

Getting to his feet, cradling Cozy under one arm, he stood. Removing his fingers from her snout, he bent over and dug into the crate to retrieve some leather cordage and a ring gag. He had just the thing to knock the devious filly-sized horse down a peg, but he’d need a helping hand to set it up.

“Hey, hold her for a second,” Anon muttered, holding the pegasus towards the Princess.

Again, the alicorn’s magic flared to life. Levitating the runtish pegasus with her sorcery, Twilight could barely contain her glee. She’d hoped Anon would take the initiative, but she couldn’t have dreamt he’d get that engrossed! With bated breath, she waited to see exactly what he’d devised for the nefarious pony.

Held aloft, Cozy languidly floated in the air. It didn’t take a genius to determine she was going to be suspended from the rebar, though she had no way of knowing what else his plans entailed. Standing up straight, holding something in his palm, he walked towards her. It wasn’t until he was within reach that she realized exactly what he was carrying.

“Oh golly…” she purred, spying the ring gag in his grasp. While she’d never been lucky enough to have been subjected to one, she knew all too well what the device was for. Looking up at him, with heavily lidded eyes, her mouth crept open.

Bringing the rubberized ring to her muzzle, Anon slipped the contraption into place. Sliding it into her maw, locking her jaw open, he lashing the instrument’s strap around the back of her head. Not only would the thing reduce any of her biting remarks, negating her ability to speak, but it would play a pivotal role in his machinations. Swiftly wrapping the leather bindings around her four hooves and torso, he pulled her legs behind her back.

“There we go,” he chuckled, pulling the mare from Twilight’s sorcerous grasp. Hogtied as she was, there was no way in hell Cozy could get free. Affixing her to the hook, smiling smugly to himself, he inspected his work.

Lazily spinning on the strap, Anon drifted out of Cozy’s view. Her heart skipped a beat, when his hand drifted over her thigh, past her loins, and to her pitiably small teats. Twisting and pinching her nipples, all she could do was helplessly drool and groan. Involuntarily, her marehood winked at him, pining to be filled.

“Don’t worry,” Anon murmured, turning her to face him, “but first…” Sinking his fingers into her curly locks, he pulled her towards his waist. He’d taken care to make sure she was dangling at hip height, since doing otherwise would have been pointless. With glacial speed, he brought her to his groin.

Vulnerable beyond all reasoning, her heart thundering in her chest, Cozy watched his manhood gradually approach her mouth. Besides the saliva rolling down her chin, her marehood steadily dripped to the cold stone below. Rolling her tongue out, locking eyes with the man, she awaited the inevitable.

While she’d had her way with a number of stallions before, and even a number of mares, there had never been one who’d used her as Anon had. The human, unlike her equine suitors, had rutted her like a wild beast, unabashedly slaking his lust with her small frame. Truly, if there was one being in all of Equestria who could conquer her, in every imaginable way, it was him.

Smearing his pre-cum over her lips, teasing her with the head of his member, a devilish grin split his face. He was in control now, and he wanted to make sure she knew it. Caressing her sex, he prodded her entrance with one digit. Cozy glowered up at him, making some unintelligible remark, but he silenced her with his tool.

The velvety flesh of Anon’s cock glided over Cozy’s tongue, as his shaft sluggishly dove into her awaiting maw. Deeper and deeper it drove, until it rested against her uvula. Taking a breath, knowing what was coming next, she relaxed her throat. Regardless of whether the man noticed or not, he continued onward, driving himself into her gullet.

Leisurely bucking into her face, Anon incrementally plunged further into her throat. Sublimely tight and inviting, his backstrokes were met with muffled gags and stifled coughs. Massaging her snatch, occasionally squeezing her clit, he serviced himself with her. Though his treatment was initially meant as a taboo punishment of sorts, he began to lose himself to the sinful sensations she afforded.

Utterly powerless, Cozy swooned in Anon’s hands. Were she able, she would have thrust herself upon him, yet that wasn’t the case. She was his to play with, a living, breathing outlet for his sexual frustrations, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Fruitlessly beseeching the heavens for him to tire of her muzzle, swaying with the impetus of his movements, the anticipation was maddening.

Releasing her hair, Anon moved his hand to her neck. The feeling of himself within her, distending her throat, doused his lust with unholy fuel. Cozy was, without a doubt, the smallest creature he’d ever fooled around with, but that wasn’t all; knowing she was a manipulative cunt was the icing on the cake. Forcefully drawing her forward, burying every inch of himself in her snout, she writhed in his hands.

Cut off from air, Cozy’s eyes rolled wildly. The sheer intensity of the act, coupled with the lack of oxygen, caused her eyes to water. Seconds passed, as he bucked into her muzzle, before the world started closing in around her. With her vision beginning to tunnel, twitching uncontrollably, he finally withdrew.

Pulling back, admiring the strings of saliva and pre attaching himself to his tiny mate, Anon wetly slapped her face with his prick. “Tell me you want it…”

Gurgling, Cozy did her best to comply. Doing everything she could to beg, pleading him with her tear streaked eyes, she wanted nothing more than to be spun around and bred like a bitch in heat. Mercifully, she found herself being twisted in place. Turned away, facing Twilight, she was whirled around.

Grabbing her fetlocks, Anon moved his tool to her marehood. Grinding it over her gash, relishing the sensation of her winking around the tip of his spear, he slapped her backside. Her whimper was a sonnet on the air, compelling him to continue. Hauling her to himself, he bucked his hips.

An incoherent mewl escaped Cozy, as Anon plunged into her canal. Fixating on the exquisite fullness of her stuffed sex, her body adjusted to the intrusion - that was, until a dull creaking drew her attention elsewhere. Looking up, she noticed Twilight sliding her chair closer, only stopping when she was a scant foot or so away.

Reaching up, the Princess stroked the bound pegasus’ chin, while she continued to flagrantly massage her nethers. She saw no reason why she couldn’t have a better view of the action, since it was her lab, so she moved herself closer. The delicious irony of the miscreant’s discipline was beyond reproach, spurring her to act.

“Such a naughty little thing,” Twilight cooed, petting the mare’s cheek. “To think, if you hadn’t been so bad, you could indulge in this sort of thing much more often…”

The alicorn’s words struck a chord in Cozy, causing her to violently seize upon Anon’s cock. Paired with the uncontested bliss he delivered, the notion sparked an existential crisis within her. If she did submit, casting aside her desires of subjugation, she could sate herself with the human whenever she pleased. Desperately clinging to his retreating shaft, dreading the thought of losing him, she groaned through the ring in her mouth.

Tugging a bit of his length free, Anon started thrusting into her. Pumping his hips, delving her depths, he grew closer to bottoming out with each passing moment. Wonderfully snug and startlingly accommodating, her marehood embraced him tightly. Peering down, watching her thick lower lips be dragged out and rhythmically jammed back in, the sight was captivating. Bit by bit, giving in to his bestial urges, his motions grew in power.

Moved by the zeal of Anon’s plunges, warring with the idea that she should abandon her maniacal ways, Cozy’s mind began to fracture. The raw pleasure the man was capable of giving her was insane - so much so that she was rocked to the very foundation of her being. Under the unrelenting carnal assault, the telltale signs of release welled within her. On instinct, she amorously licked Twilight’s hoof, as it graced her lips.

“All you have to do is give up and play nice,” the Princess uttered.

The statement was incidentally punctuated with a particularly brutal thrust from Anon. As the crown of his dick crashed against Cozy’s cervix, something broke within her. Of course, it was all so painfully obvious. If forsaking her old self would lead to a life spent with him, she’d be a fool for not taking it. Shaken to the bedrock of her soul, with the roaring inferno of pleasure threatening to overtake her, she lost herself.

Rutting Cozy like a man possessed, Anon savagely endured. Hauling her to himself, while simultaneously thrusting forward, he pounded her from behind. The way she milked his length, the whorish noises she made, how she wriggled in his grip, it was quickly becoming too much to bear. Surrendering himself to the moment, he jackhammered into her with reckless abandon.

Though her consciousness faltered, Cozy was dimly aware of how hard Anon was throbbing within her. She wanted - no, needed to feel him unleash within her. Slight panic struck her, at the thought of him finding her lacking as a mate. Mustering what little strength she had left, willing her body to comply, she clamped her sex around his tool.

The additional pressure on his dick pushed Anon over the edge. Hilting himself to the base, drilling every vascular inch of his shaft into Cozy’s confines, his nuts snuggled to his groin. Pressed against her womb, his manhood erupted. Ropes of hot, virile seed gushed into her interior, while he grunted triumphantly.

The influx of scalding spunk broke Cozy, leaving her to convulse in ecstasy. A heady cocktail of nectar and jizz squelched from her entrance, as her body struggled to contain the flow of cum. Blinding rapture overtook her, overwhelming her senses and sending bolts of pure, unrefined pleasure through her frame. Slowly, her abdomen sagged under the weight of his load, swelling with his essence.

Awash in post-coitus bliss, Anon snapped out of his stupor at an unexpected sound. Looking past Cozy, he caught Twilight reaching her limit. Viciously stroking her snatch, shivering in her chair, she climactically squirted over the furniture and floor. Panting, wearily peeking up at him, she smiled.

“I...I’d call that experiment a resounding success,” she wheezed, giving him a small salute.

Stepping away, allowing his semi-rigid prick to slip from Cozy’s confines, Anon peered down at the minuscule pegasus. Without his manhood plugging her cunt, a torrent of cum erupted from the mare’s snatch, pooling on the floor. Judging from the cum-drunk look on her face, noting the glazed over look in her eyes, she was well and thoroughly out of it.

“Uh...Is she going to be alright,” Anon asked, softly prodding Cozy’s swollen belly.

“She’ll be fine, I promise. After I send you back to your apartment, I’ll take care of her,” Twilight declared, patting the evil-doer’s face.

“So you’re going to stone her again?” Anon pressed, feeling remarkably uneasy at the thought.

“It’s like a suspended animation, nothing to worry about. Of course,” Twilight explained, unseating herself, “if you wanted to select Cozy as a mate, I could give her a suspended sentence…”

The idea hit Anon like a sack of bricks. He hadn’t known he could potentially earn Cozy’s freedom, though it may well cost him his sanity. Having a conniving horse as a girlfriend wasn’t on his to-do list, yet the prospect of rehabilitating her was an inviting one. Shaking his head, he realized it wasn’t a decision to be taken lightly.

“I’ll need to think about it,” he grumbled.

“W - Cough - wait,” Cozy croaked, drawing Anon and Twilight’s attention. “I really would try to be good, if it meant I could have you,” she sullenly added, casting her gaze to the floor. “I don’t know if I could, b...but I’d try...for you…”

The crushing weight of her statement struck him deeply, as he came to grips with the gravity of the situation. If he didn’t choose her, she’d be locked in a prison for untold ages. Turning, kneeling before her, he ruffled her frazzled mane.

“J...just promise me you’ll visit, if you don’t…” Cozy sniffed, dolefully meeting his eyes.

“I will,” he whispered, as Twilight stepped to his side.

In a flash of light, with the rush of displaced air in his ears, he was back in his room. Remorseful, full an unsettling number of what-ifs, he trudged towards his bathroom. Like it or not, despite everything he’d learned about the nefarious pegasus, he found himself wondering how genuinely evil she really was. Even if there was a sliver of hope that he could offer her salvation, he’d have to consider it…