Jaws
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“You know, I like to think that we had sex to make this.”
-Abstraction
“Thank you, Tom Cruise, for the autopsy”
-Rainmaker
Every 21 days, when Princess Luna is in heat, she travels to Fuckmare Cove, where the giant sea-penis thrives. The enormous purple-helmeted warrior of love pounds mares in heat that are too lonely to find anyone else to fuck. The dick is not just presumably called, “The Shallow-Minded Dick of the Cove” but its name is actually, “Jaws”. The presumptuous giant penis has encountered the shy princess mare many times before, rattling her hind with forces that only some can describe as, “It hurt so bad I couldn’t walk for 3 weeks”. Or as some like to call, “Pleasure.” The princess finds it as neither, for her feelings for the colossal oceanic phallus are much more complex.
Luna made her way along the rocky shoreline of the Equestrian coast, her hooves sinking into sandy dirt. Her mind could not wander far from the destination ahead, and the burning in her rear served as a testament to that. Still, she pushed onwards. As the waves crashed onto the shore, the salty sea spray blasting her vagina could only bring her mind back to the over-sized ankle-spanker.
The love-pungent cove was in sight, Luna grew joyous of this, the thoughts of having her please-pipe spread by the wholly-erect burly groin ferret, to be capitulated by the voluminous heat-seeking moisture missile flooded her mind. “Oh god,” she thought, “My bits are so plump and tender, but are they ready?” She continued onward, closer and closer, and closer, and closer to the cove.
She spelunked into the vast cove, and sat herself down on the sand in the pentagram before her. Luna allowed her thoughts to drift back to the ritual she had committed to memory before she began her journey. Sorting her way through the hazy fog that was her memory, she positioned her pleasure-hole above the center of the pentagram and began to call the great tube-snake from it’s shadowy depths at the bottom of the sea.
The waves swatted the walls of the cave as the 10-foot long, 4-foot wide monstercock approached her plump rosebud. It flew from the deep depths of the ocean and, as Tairy Greene would be proud, screamed, “YEEEEESSSSSS!” as it exploded from the shore. It slowly approached, getting more and more anxious each time it wobbled towards her like a lopsided shoehorn. Its grunting noises made her sweat with awe and its smell, which resembled the stench of a thousand male-only gyms made her rambunctious with sexual vibes. It finally reached her, the immense pink torpedo had no eyes, but it had a lavish sense of smell. It had smelled this one before, he could picture the many times he had fucked this poor mare, poor, lonely, sad, fuckable, mare.
She propelled her moist rump into the warm air. The husky prick rammed its stocky tip into her warm, wet cocksheath. She gasped in ecstasy as the pork-sword plunged deep into her loose plot. It slid deeper and deeper, and deeper, and deeper, stretching her ham-wallet to its limits as it forced its way into her. It reached the depths of her honeypot that no colt had ever reached before.
The noises of her and the jumbo third leg colliding rapidly could be heard by any living animal within at least 3 miles of the Cove. The thrusts into her slowed as she rolled over onto her back, and the deep sea dive began once more. The walloping trouser snake began a slower approach to things, making Luna moan on every push in, and every pull out of her pony-vagoo.
The monstrous thumper ripped itself from the dark blue alicorn, throwing her to the side in the process. She yelped not only from pain, but from surprise, for she had never been handled so roughly by the cantankerous wang. She gathered her jumbled self to find the hefty skin flute staring her in the face. It slowly reeled back then snapped forward to a horrible slap that the princess would not soon forget. She was now crying from the horrible beating she was receiving from the whopping tan banana, but she liked it.
She grabbed its thundering head and began to suck it energetically. Her mouth wrapped around the warm flesh of the sea-pickle, thrusting it in and out of her salivating crevice. She may not be the princess of the sun, or the best at taking it in the rear, but out of all the ponies she knew, she was the best cocksucker of them all. Well, her sister would surely argue, but that is Celestia for you.
She knew how to handle a rod once it was in her mouth, as an enzyme realizes its one true purpose as the substrate collides with the active site. She started slowly, knowing that if you start too fast, you won't be able to finish. She was very knowledgeable on the subject. The capacious rod of pleasure could feel himself nearing climax, “Why was this damned mare so good at giving head?” he thought. Just then, Luna could feel the veins pulse rapidly, she was aware of what was coming, and she was prepared for it.
The purple-headed yogurt slinger could not hold back any longer, his veins gushed, his head throbbed, and the princess braced herself. A gross load sprayed out of the tip of the towering one-eyed monster like a firehose of pleasure, shooting each sloppy load towards the unaware alicorn, completely covering her in his man-ectoplasm.
Luna removed herself from the now semen covered wall of the cove where she had been thrown. She too was covered head to hoof in man-goo but she felt that standing in a pile of it simply wouldn’t help anything. The mammoth 10-meter long dong stood there huffing and puffing from his white masterpiece. The princess knew this was the right time.
“I love you,” she mumbled through the white glaze that encased her.
The monumental hairy hotdog griped at such a arbitrary comment. Like a prostitute on the streets of Detrot, he was simply a summoned pleasure toy, and he accepted this. Such a dauntless statement confused him. How could one love such an abomination used for sexual means. This was obviously a trick, she was trying to gain his trust so she could lure him somewhere to be assassinated.
“You’re a liar!” He exclaimed, stepping towards the now frightened princess. “You want to kill me, for 100 years you had come to my cove for me to end your heat, then you disappear. 1000 years later you’re back, it doesn’t make sense. This is obviously a plot for my demise,” he continued. “And I will not allow it to happen.” He said taking another step toward the fear-filled princess.
Throwing all of his body weight onto the princess, she nearly was crushed, but teleported away quick enough, “No, it’s the truth. I love you. I need to be with you. Please, stop,” She said dodging another belly flop from the enraged fun stick.
“You're a liar and you will pay for your actions!” the mighty beef-whistle screamed as he jolted towards her, forcing Luna to a nearby wall. The pressure upon the poor mare, poor, lonely, sad, fuckable, mare was smothering. She couldn't handle the crushing pain any longer. Her horn glowed with a mighty rage as the behemoth baby-maker fell to the floor. Its limp body sat there awkwardly as a tear streamed down Luna’s face. She looked down on her dead lover. She walked away from the cove silently crying.
"Fucking Christ. That was the worst thing ever. I would have rather had Holocaust 2.0 than that story about a giant sea-cock and the teleporting cock-sucking whore horse with a horn that glowed with rage."
-DC