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Despite some reservations the moment you arrived in Equestria, you were soon welcomed into society, and over the months had settled in. Giving up meat had been the second worst part of the transition to this new fantasy land. The first? You were so horny you could fuck a horse. Or several. Not that the constant sights around you made it any easier.
Most ponies didn't bother to wear clothes, something you had also taken up yourself, since there was no need for them. There was no nudity taboo here, and at worst, you received some curious and weird looks at your unusual anatomy. Nor could you pull your own eyes away from the various mares who wandered about, their supple hips and buttocks wobbling and swaying, tails swishing back-and-forth to conceal then reveal their puckered assholes, the slits of their tight labia, and their hanging teats.
You were currently crashed in Tree Hugger's pad, who'd been quick to take you in since she had the spare space. Like usual she was completely baked, her half-lidded eyes bloodshot while she stumbled about on her hooves. You watched her from a beanbag chair, as she bent down and dug through her belongings, humming with her heart-shaped ass innocently raised in your direction. “Must have left my bong around here somewhere,” she mumbled, unaware of the show she was giving you.
Not only was your erection rising to full mast, but her dock flagged her own tail, her nostrils inhaling the masculine scent that came from you as your vein-lined cock throbbed and oozed down a small trickle of precum. Her backside swayed slowly on instinct, her pussy lips moistening and inflamed, the lady cave opening up to expose the glistening pink inside.
You stroked yourself lazily to the sight, watched her heart-styled, swollen clit peek out, as she started to drip down her inner thighs. Her cunt winked with a small splash that puddled below her, her hot pink sphincter clenched as she groaned in need.
“I feel so strange today,” she muttered to herself and gradually turned to face you, her face burning.
Realizing that you had kicked in her heat cycle, Tree Hugger was blissfully unaware of what that entailed. The moment ponies were overwhelmed by their mating instincts, they were reduced to little more than animals who would breed to completion. Something she had never experienced before, and would not abate until she was properly bred by a worthy stud.
“Let me help with that.” You patted a thigh and she trotted over to your spread wide legs. “Hey Tree Hugger, want to lick my natural rod?” Your cock throbbed and twitched, inches away from the hippie who studied it in open fascination.
“Sure man. How does it work?” She tilted her head to one side and watched more precum drool from your urethra.
“You nurse it with your mouth and sweet cream comes out.” She gasped mutedly, rubbing her thighs together with a lewd squelch when she closed her eyes, a bright blush on her cheeks when she opened her maw wide and wrapped her lips around your presented cock. One of her hooves rested on the shaft when she started to noisily suckle.
Slurps sounded when her saliva dripped down your thick tool, and she surrendered to instinct, starting to bob her head in a loving manner. She didn't know what a blowjob was, only that she liked this, slurping her tongue around your entire girth.
“Ahhh...ahhh...fuck~” You moan and twitch in her mouth, as she takes you deeper, sliding down to your hilt, your size so massive compared to these small mares that her throat is visible distended. She gurles and gags a little but doesn't cease. On the contrary she picks up her pace, one of your hands creeping up to rest on her scalp and playing with her dreadlocks.
She was sucking desperately now, drinking down your runny precum, determined to milk out this legendary sweet cream. By this point her entire face is on fire, her shapely hips and ass waving two-and-fro, winking uncontrollably.
Your balls and cock churned at the point of no return. Tightening a fist around her head, you started to roughly facefuck her like she was nothing but your personal sex toy, coughing and groaning around your dick as it battered her gullet.
Finally you shoved her to fully hilt against your groin and held her face there as your tip pulsed with fury. “Hmmrrr! Yes! Take my fat cream load!” She quivered, her eyes still closed and face contorted in rage and humiliation for reasons she didn't fully understand, as your first blast of cum caused her cheeks to balloon up, some of it fired directly down her throat.
More splattered the roof of her mouth, soaked her tongue, the excess left to explode hotly out her flared nostrils. You hadn't so much as properly masturbated for a week, thankful you had saved up such an excessive load as you continued to pop off shot-after-shot, her belly afire as it was filled. She had no choice but to try and swallow it all down, or risk drowning on your semen, or choking to death on your cock. Yet you didn't release your hold on her head until your balls were practically emptied.
Her face darkened between her groans. Her milking, swollen pony pussy squirted all over her floor. She absolutely soaked the carpet, her cunt and asshole continuing to clench as she rode out her first orgasm, almost knocked unconscious as her lust-ridden, animalistic brain threatened to shut down, completely compelled to physically submit to a powerful, dominant stud.
Tree Hugger pulled off your cock with an audible pop, her cheeks still puffed up, the head of your shaft still connected to her lips in a trail of mixed saliva and semen. She glared at you, face still on fire. “Ugh! Ew! It's not sweet at all! It's all salty!” She was blasted between the eyes by another blast of your cum as you stroked off and unloaded your last remnants all over her face.
“We'll try again some other time. Must not have enough fruit in my diet,” you say with an evil chuckle and drag the entire length of your cock over the parts of her face not drenched in sticky cum to clean yourself off.
“Yeah, okay.” Her face scrunched up but she dutifully licked up and swallowed down the rest of your seed. Another pat on your thigh, and she also lapped at what traces remained on your penis and testicles, seated in a puddle of sweet feminine lubrication.
You would have to train her some more...