> Don't Stick Your Dick In Crazy > by Arume_Lux > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > 3:07 AM > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Phoenix Quill was awoken by a small thud, immediately alerting him that somepony was in his home. His mind was foggy from sleep and he felt annoyed yet resigned at the disturbance. He peered in the direction of his closed door though it was impossible to see anything, and quickly glanced at his bedside analog clock. It read 3:07 AM in red blocky numbers. It was always this time of night she would come to terrorize him. Usually, it would only be to leave him letters or go through his kitchen for food. On the rare occasion, Transcendental Dancer would even leave creepier things. Dancer was a former client of his. The disheveled Unicorn had walked into his office and they had spent over three hours trying to make sense of her crazy financial situation. By all accounts, she was going to run completely out of money and lose her home. He had done what he could with her but privately he knew she was not going to make the next payment. The first impression he had gotten from her was negative. Her mane had been in tangles, her eyes were glassy and generally devoid of any emotion, and there were dark sleepless circles around them. Her gaze lingered for too long and he had to strain to be his usual kind, polite self. Perhaps he had been too nice. It was difficult to puzzle out. He knew now she had probably followed him home that day, which chilled him. Eventually, she had found her way into his house, and it was then he discovered she could camouflage with a spell. Not very well of course for it failed and she revealed herself right before his eyes with a slice of bread between her teeth. After she had fled he talked to the sheriff, and even though they said they would keep an eye out, they were never able to find her. ... Crazy bitch. He sat up suddenly in alarm as the door handle began to turn. He was so sure that after this long he had figured out her antics. But apparently, this time was different. The mare had never dared to come right into his bedroom, always content at simply watching from afar. As the door opened, he saw the eerily familiar glow of her crimson aura grasping the handle and illuminating ever so slightly the haunted empty eyes that stared directly at him. Cold sweat beaded on the back of his neck, and he was rendered motionless. The mare stepped into the room, hooves quiet against the hardwood floor. With an ominous click, she shut the door behind her, and the magic faded. Now there was darkness and silence, and Phoenix was still frozen stiff, feeling as if all the blood in his cold body had turned into sluggish ice. His eyes were wide, like a frightened animal, desperately trying to see anything. The window in the room was closed, covered and bolted shut, shrouding his chamber in darkness. There was no light, and he was trapped. He should have known there was no keeping her out - no getting away from her. She was a determined wretch if nothing else. "Hello, Phoenix," came the soft voice from the shadows. "I'm s-sorry for disturbing you..." The sound of a hoof tapping the foot of his metal bed frame followed. "I- I was feeling really lonely... I hoped you could h-help me..." A low, wistful sigh escaped her lips. "It's been such a long time since we've spoken, you don't ever talk to me anymore." Her voice trailed off into nothingness. She was correct, the last time he ever even spoken a word to her was to politely tell her to leave his property. He wondered then if Dancer was delusional at all. Perhaps it would be fair to assume after this long, she was. There was pressure on the mattress at the end of the bed, and it traveled to him. There was light as her magic aura returned and lifted a messy lock of hair away from his face. He could see her face as it closed in on his, stopping mere inches away. With the aid of the red glowing light, Phoenix could see the dark circles around her eyes. They were just as black as when they’d first met, perhaps even darker and more sunken. There were dry crimson stains around her mouth and streaked over her cheek, and her breath smelled foul and stale. This made him very uncomfortable. Phoenix flinched as her hoof crept towards him, and she seemed to choke up as she touched his cheek, stroking it. The mare was trembling, and as he attempted to shift away from her, more magic auras materialized and pressure could be felt on his forelegs. He was trapped on the mattress. Holy Celestia, what was she doing? "Listen, D- Dancer.." He had to clear his throat because his voice was wavering. "This is crazy, please let me go." He tried to make his voice come out calm, but it quavered with terror. He felt panicked. He was sure that this mare could be capable of anything, and the fact that she was at his mercy caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand at end. He wondered if she would be capable of killing him. Dancer moved closer, close enough that their muzzles brushed, and she initiated an unwanted kiss. He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed at the taste of her mouth and the awkwardness of the action. Her shaking hindquarters came to rest on his lap, and a forehoof came to rest on his shoulder. After a few moments, she pulled away. “Please stop...” he breathed, “I don’t want this...” - whatever this was. The mare laughed softly through her bloodstained muzzle and pressed her cheek to his. “I want it very badly.” “You’re insane.” He squeaked out. The magical grip seemed to tighten as a bead of sweat rolled down her face. “Don’t call me that…” Her voice cracked as she snapped at him. The magic bonds intensified, and he began to feel the pain in his legs. A hiss escaped him in response. “Call me …” she seemed to search for the right words. “... pretty, c-call me a pretty mare...” It was a soft demand, but the force in her magical shackles was all the persuasion he needed. Tears started falling down her cheeks and a few splashed onto his chest fur, and she genuinely looked anguished to be called such a thing. “Okay okay… Ow ow ow… You’re a pretty mare, a pretty mare…” The pony bent forward, bringing their muzzles a hair's breadth apart. “You called me a pretty mare..” Her wide, wild eyes were all he could see. The look of anguish was quickly transformed into joy. Her breathing was rapid and uneven, and he could smell her less than pleasant breath again. Fortunately, the magical grip lessened a bit. “Nibble my neck for me.” It wasn’t a suggestion, he knew that now. As she lifted her head upwards and exposed the side of her neck he begrudgingly let his teeth graze the area; it seemed to do the trick for her as she let out a soft, somewhat unsettling moan. It was almost as if he could hear the loneliness and desperation. Should he feel sorry for her? As his jaw closed over her neck, she leaned in, pushing her hips against him as she wriggled on his lap. He felt the wetness between her thighs, as she rubbed against him - her magic aura intensifying and pulsing subtly as she got more excited. His nostrils flared as her scents filled his sinuses, and the musky, earthy aroma made his cock involuntarily throb. He let out a pained groan at the sensation, and she reacted by grinding more fiercely against him. She had a strong, animalistic odor about her and he wondered if she ever showered. Her hooves along his shoulders gripped him tightly, holding herself in place as she ground her sex against his hardening stallionhood. Dancer looked between them with a surprised smile, as if she wasn't expecting the grinding to make him rigid. Her movements were a bit awkward, and he wondered if this could be her first time in a sexual situation. When she looked at his face he averted her gaze, he didn't want to be sucked into that wild stare. As it turned out, he didn't have a choice. Her hoof turned his face to hers and there they were, that piercing, wild look. "You're getting hard, that means you like it, right?" The mare desperately searched his face but he didn't respond. The desperation in her eyes grew, as she pulled away for a moment and looked downward. She moved one of her hooves to touch his length, stroking it awkwardly. He was about halfway stiff, and she awkwardly tried to mount him, clearly not having much experience in such matters. He could feel the heat coming off her aroused sex, and the contact with her dripping folds assisted in the appendage growing firmer. He shut his eyes tightly. The mare huffed, as she finally managed to find the most opportune angle, and slid down to the base of his shaft. There was a choked, barely contained yelp from Dancer, and she paused. The warmth and tightness around his length were intense, but it felt... wrong. Phoenix desperately wished his body wasn't reacting favorably to this. If only he could will himself to go soft. He realized something very suddenly. Dancer was a virgin, there was no other possibility. “Holy..." he started to say but was cut off when Dancer pressed her lips to his muzzle and slipped her tongue into his snout. He gasped, which only allowed her to probe further as her trembling, sweating body began to rock itself side to side on his stiff cock. After a few moments, the trembling mess pulled away from him. “Oh, Celestia... You taste so good...Ahn- I- I can feel you...I can feel it. You're rubbing up against the inside-" Her speech trailed off into a high-pitched keen, as she placed her hooves on his chest to stabilize herself. While she wiggled her hips, her crimson magic flickered ever so slightly. It was almost a mesmerizing sight to behold, seeing a mare losing control over herself just by having it inside. She was panting and moaning, trying to get her breathing under control, as her eyes rolled back and he could feel her walls tighten around him. Dancer was already orgasming, and as her walls gripped his shaft and rhythmically contracted around him he could barely hold back a sigh. A small amount of warm liquid spilled down onto his torso. It felt so good, maybe he should just let himself go… He was sweating and could feel a few droplets roll down his forehead. Phoenix watched the pony’s body begin to come down from its high, and the rapid clenching of her vaginal muscles around his cock began to settle down. He gritted his teeth as the deranged mare leaned her face closer to his again and pressed her forehead against his. "Can't you see how much I love you?" Her shaky whisper floated past his ear. Her voice was breaking as if the use of her voice to this extent was too much and straining her vocal cords. He was not so sure about 'love' but could see that she was obsessed and attracted to him. He didn't answer. Her hips suddenly rose and fell and he grunted at the sensation. He supposed at this point all she wanted was to enjoy herself... And then she'd leave. Dancer let out a low moan, as she reached between them and rubbed her clit. She seemed to want to feel as good as possible, to get as much pleasure as she could from him. The stallion was sweating and holding in a moan of his own, creeping closer to his limit. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction, but he was sure she could see it on his face - Celestia help him resist. The mare was moving faster now, rocking herself up and down his length. Her face was fully flushed, and she couldn't stop staring into his eyes, searching, judging. He wished he had his closed or anything else to look at, yet he held her gaze. Phoenix could feel himself breathing heavier, and his cock giving a violent twitch inside the wild mare. The sensations accosting him were both terrible and pleasurable. The more he refused to give in to the blissful feelings she afforded, the more frustrated his body seemed to become. As her depths began tightening around him a second time, he let out a low moan, which he regretted instantly for it seemed to only heighten the coming second orgasm. The rhythmic muscle movements gripped him a second time, and he could feel liquid splash onto his torso. He could feel his face redden as he watched almost in awe at what could only be described as pure pleasure cross over her features. The mare bit her lip and let out a soft contented moan through her nose. She did not stop. The mare continued to pump herself on his shaft, she had been sweating and strands of her mane clung to her moist face. Her hind legs looked strained from all the effort, and they were trembling. She couldn't keep this up, could she? Dancer leaned forward and attempted to kiss him again. Her mouth was warm and he slowly; cautiously let his jaw part for her. She eagerly probed into his mouth, even though she didn’t really know how to kiss, he didn’t care. He wanted to indulge... Tentatively, he flicked his tongue at her, and she reacted by moaning into the kiss. His cock throbbed and he realized he was losing himself. Her kiss grew more aggressive and invasive, and so in turn he fought back with increasing fervor. He reached a foreleg up and pushed against the back of her neck, forcing her head down while the other foreleg traveled to her hip. He faltered for a moment, realizing too late that he was no longer being held captive. Her magic must have faltered during the second orgasm. Her horn must have been still glowing due to the sexual pleasure. He hadn't noticed until now. He could try to escape now...If he really wanted… No way. His doubtful thoughts faded, as the haze of sex-filled desires became stronger and overtook them. Positioning his foreleg at her chest, he broke their intense kiss and pushed her backward. The mare gasped, but he quickly pushed his tip back into her inviting folds. His forelegs were awkwardly positioned on either side of her sweaty body, and he lowered his hips to push himself properly into her. "You-" He raised a hoof to gently silence her. Words were not needed however, the absolute glee that he wanted to rut her by his own volition was written all over her sweaty, flushed face. He leaned forward and gently grazed his teeth over the fur of her neck, his nibbling eliciting a soft wispy moan from the mare. He could taste the saltiness of her sweat and the heat from her body. After only a few thrusts he could feel the already familiar clenching of her walls as she began to climax a third time. This would prove to be too much for him. The rhythm that he was now in control of increased, and as her climax wound down, his finally began. Just as he was about to let the orgasm overtake him, he realized that it probably wouldn't be good to finish inside as much as he knew it would feel fantastic. With a strained grunt, he removed himself from her warm inviting depths, the hot member flopping onto her belly just as the first hot rope of cum shot from his tip. The warm liquid landed on her face, chest, and mane, while the mare stared at him with her wide eyes. It was clear she never wanted to miss a thing when it came to him. The next few ropes spurted out across her body until there was nothing left but the fatigue and the immense feeling of guilt and regret. The light from her horn faded. Phoenix felt awful. He felt like he had just taken advantage of a mare that was obviously not mentally fit. Maybe this was his fault. Even though she had… Started it… After a few moments in the dark, he could feel her warm body coming closer, their chests pressing together, and the feeling of his seed sinking into his fur. He was exhausted. He leaned back into his pillow, weariness tugging at his eyelids. He will deal with the cruel, insane, weird aftermath tomorrow. For now, with the warm body of Dancer next to him, all he could do was fall fast asleep.