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Bull By The Horns

By unseatedhimroundlywithmylancesblow
Created: 2021-01-29 07:19:20
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  1. >Exhaling a sigh of contentment, you pick up your spoon and stare at the bowl in front of you.
  2. >Big bowl of Blue Laser Blasts. Sunday morning. No Fluttershy.
  3. >You can't help but grin as you shovel the cereal into your waiting maw.
  4. >You miss watching your cartoons a little but there had to be some compromises to being teleported to an idyllic fantasy world.
  5. >Well...
  6. >Your cheery visage briefly darkens.
  7. >There were some other unsavory parts to this world beyond a lack of syndicated television.
  8. >Finishing off your bowl, you push the thoughts out of your mind as you reach for the cereal box.
  9. >Nothing another round couldn't fix though. And nothing that could ruin a perfect day like toda—
  10. >A series of three, successive, frail knocks from your front door ring throughout your comfy house.
  11. >You freeze, the cereal box shaking in your hands as you frantically try to mark it off as your chair moving or a weird sounding bird.
  12. >She was supposed to be at Twilight's all day today, there's no w—
  13. >"Anon? I know you're home..."
  14. >The wavering voice you recognize all too well is followed up by three more knocks, each less confident than the last.
  15. >Exhaling a sigh of contempt, you drop the box back on the kitchen table and scoot your chair back, making your way to the front door.
  16. >You twist the handle and pull, addressing the pony beyond before the door even finishes opening.
  17. "Alright Fluttershy, you've got three seconds before I start... uh..."
  18. >You trail off, taken aback by the sight in front of you.
  19. >Just as you expected, Fluttershy is on the other side of your mantle, but her attire is what stops your threat.
  20. >She's wearing a full French maid outfit, the frilly black skirt covering only the top half of her flank, leaving plenty of absolute territory between it and whatever you call the pony equivalent of thigh-highs.
  21. >Atop her head where the traditional maid headband would sit is a set of cat ears, resting right above her regular pair.
  22. >The pony herself is currently engrossed in a handful of notecards that she flips through, whispering to herself all the while.
  23. >On the door in front of her opening, she gives a squeal and frantically tucks the notecards into a pocket in her dress.
  24. >"Oh! Sorry Anon, you frightened me. Oh darn wait I mean..."
  25. >She takes a couple steps back, staring at her hooves.
  26. >Then, raising her head, she cheerfully smiles at you and walks back to her original position.
  27. >"Anonymous! What a surprise to meet you here!"
  28. >Stunned, you glance at your surroundings to make sure you're still in your house.
  29. "uh"
  30. >"There was actually something really important I needed to talk to you about. My heart can barely c-contain itself."
  31. "Going to stop you right there Butters. Why aren't you at Twilight's? You were supposed to be spending the whole day over there bothering her instead of me."
  32. >Fluttershy grinds to a halt, thrown off kilter by your interruption.
  33. >"Oh, uh... Twilight is uhhm. Twilight is..."
  34. >The yellow pony anxiously taps her front hoof against your porch, staring off to the side as if trying to remember something.
  35. >"Oh, yes! Twilight is not assisting me in any way, shape, or form with this... e-endeavor, and... and she should not be mentioned by name during our conversation."
  36. >Looking pleased with herself, Fluttershy beams up at you again, continuing with her speech.
  37. >"Now uhm... my heart can barely contain itself aand... and I've been having these feelings for you but I don't know if it's right!"
  38. >"Please Anonymous, tell me... Do you think I'm cute, oo-woo?"
  39. >With her last words she leaps into a clearly practiced "cutesy" pose, raising up a hoof to her face and winking with her tongue out.
  40. >Out near where your lawn meets the curb, one of your hedges gives an uncharacteristic shake, several leaves falling free from their branches.
  41. "Yeah, no. You're repulsive. Did you see that bush just move?"
  42. >Your quick dismissal and inquiry immediately freezes the hedge in place.
  43. >Fluttershy holds her cutesy pose for a couple seconds while you eye your shrubbery, waiting for a change of heart that doesn't come.
  44. >Dejectedly, she drops back to her regular stance and then fishes out the notecards from her pocket again, flipping through them rapidly.
  45. >"Uhhm.. uhh this was... not uhm..."
  46. >Panic-stricken, Fluttershy gives a quick glance to the bush before shouldering on.
  47. >"O-oh r-really? You do?... T-then uhm. T-take me now, my boy hole is quivering f-for your... tur-gid shaft?.."
  48. >You ignore the scene in front of you, choosing to focus entirely on your horticulture.
  49. "Yeah, great try Shy, real moving. Now you're telling me you didn't see that thing shake? I swear, it looked like someone was— wait wait."
  50. >Slowly you shift your concentration back towards the pony on your porch who continues to shakily flip between her notecards.
  51. "Did you just say 'boy hole'?"
  52. >Fluttershy bashfully stares into her cards, avoiding your eye contact.
  53. >"D-did I not say it right?"
  54. "No that's not... It's just generally that term is only used for guys. Who taught you that anyways, that's not something you should really be saying."
  55. >"Uhm actually... Anon..."
  56. >Looking to her cards, she scans them briefly before shoving them back into her pocket.
  57. >"I'm actually a stallion now..."
  58. >Fluttershy trots around to align herself so her butt is facing towards you and then slowly lifts up her skirt, leering at you with a heavy blush.
  59. >The bush from earlier spasms, whole branches now falling to the ground.
  60. >Your attention is drawn to the sight in front of you however, as Fluttershy's maneuver brings into view a set of genitals that do not belong on a mare.
  61. >Her anus is entirely unchanged, however, beneath it hangs a pair of large and swinging horse testicles.
  62. >The set of orbs contract slightly on being exposed to the cool morning air, the fuzz that covers them bristling.
  63. >"D-do you like them?"
  64. >You're in absolute shock.
  65. "Fl— what? How? T-this is..."
  66. >"You can touch them. I-if you want to..."
  67. >Completely paralyzed, you can do nothing but stare at the anomaly on your porch.
  68. >"Ooorr..."
  69. >Fluttershy turns to face you and then leaps up onto your chest, standing on her hind legs so that her face is only a few inches from yours.
  70. >You receive confirmation that the balls weren't the only change your porchmate underwent as something fleshy grinds up against your leg.
  71. >Blushing heavily, Fluttershy addresses you in a low, heady whisper.
  72. >"You can touch me s-somewhere else."
  73. >With half-lidded eyes she stares into yours, awaiting a response.
  74. >Still suffering from the trauma of getting an eyeful of testicle, all you can do is stammer.
  75. >"CELESTIA'S SAKE, KISS ALREADY"
  76. >An exasperated, forceful voice screams from your shrubbery, dripping with need.
  77. >Fluttershy takes immediate heed and with a short hop, she plants a quick kiss on your gaping mouth.
  78. >Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you push the pony off of you and she crashes to the ground.
  79. >After a good deal of spitting and wiping your mouth, you address the hedge.
  80. "Okay shithead, fun's over. Out of the bush."
  81. >Your first guess, Twilight Sparkle, comes trotting out from behind your shrubbery.
  82. >Her mane is completely disheveled, her coat looks sweaty and sticky, and across the purple of her muzzle is a deep maroon blush.
  83. >She locks you with a manic stare before continuing her yelling.
  84. >"Anon! You're ruining it! This was supposed to be just like "My Catpony Maid Has A Secret And That Secret Is That He's A Colt And Impossibly Cute" but you- AAGH!! GET BACK TO SMOOCHING!"
  85. "You cunt! I'm not going to act out one of your stupid gay comics. Why would you think making Fluttershy a male would make me attracted to her? Him?"
  86. >"It's forbidden love Anon, your dormant feelings are supposed to be awoken by the cuteness of the catpony! And then you make out!"
  87. "Heh, if you wanted me to make out with her you should have transformed her into a better pony, like Ditzy Doo."
  88. >"Who?"
  89. >Your attention is immediately shifted to your leg, which a fully erect Fluttershy has mounted and is humping away at.
  90. "oh fuck ewEW GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFIT"
  91. >With a kick, you launch the horny pony into your yard.
  92. >She sails over Twilight and lands with a thump, immediately righting herself and grabbing her shaft with both hooves.
  93. >Fluttershy's eyes glaze over, and with her dick on full display, she begins jacking herself off wildly, a low moan escaping her lips.
  94. >"I f-feel s-ssooo... wweird..."
  95. "I think you overdid it with the testosterone there Twi."
  96. >Twilight does not share your humor at the situation, her crazed eyes fixed onto yours as her horn begins glowing.
  97. >With a bright flash, a concentrated laser beam shoots from her horn and connects with the siding of your house not three feet from where you are standing.
  98. >The wall splinters into a cloud of dust, an ear-shattering crack echoing throughout your yard.
  99. >When the smoke clears, there's a hole big enough for you to crawl through where the wood used to be.
  100. >Twilight's eyes have not left yours, her horn beginning to glow again.
  101. >"Hands up Anon, this is for your- our own good. You have NO idea how much I need this."
  102. >You instantly comply, your hands shooting up into the smoky air.
  103. "T-Twi c'mon n-now let's n-not—"
  104. >"SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! You're going to follow my script from now on."
  105. >"Fluttershy is going to pour her heart out to you and you're going to succumb to the forbidden love despite your initial hang-ups because you can't resist how cute you find her."
  106. >"And then you're going to dump a load in her lewd boypussy while I watch. To make sure it's accurate."
  107. >Sweating bullets, you nervously address the purple psychopath.
  108. "Uh T-Twilight just one question... for a-accuracy..."
  109. >She glares at you but allows you to proceed.
  110. "T-to tell you the truth I don't know if I could get it up to a male Fluttershy, even if she does look like a girl. The only things that get me hard are"
  111. >You stare behind her, locking eyes with Fluttershy as she pleasures herself.
  112. "sopping wet pussies. Yep. There's nothing that feels better than driving balls deep into a tight, dripping, quivering pussy. It's what my penis is made for after all. Hey, do we happen to have any pussies around here Twilight?"
  113. >Twilight grits her teeth in an enraged grimace at your suggestion.
  114. >"You think I'm joking? I'll blow your bucking head off! I'll really do it too, it'll be just like one of my other comic— OH!
  115. >Her threat is quickly cut off as Fluttershy mounts her from behind, jerkily trying to find purchase with her horsecock.
  116. >"F-Fluttershy get off this is- ack! This is all wrong!"
  117. >Fluttershy is long past bargaining, her iron grip on Twilight's withers unrelenting while her lower half's thrusts attempt to find their target.
  118. >"Twilight, I am s-so so sorry a-aabout this buut... aah~ You have NO idea h-how much I n-need this..."
  119. >Taking a moment to line herself up, Fluttershy grips Twilight's mane in her teeth and finally drives home, her flare piercing the purple gash.
  120. >Both ponies let out deafening moans of ecstasy, liquids spraying from their union onto your lawn.
  121. >The glow from Twilight's horn flickers out, her concentration broken.
  122. >With fevered motions, Fluttershy pounds relentless into Twilight, eliciting shrieks and peals from the both of them.
  123. >Noting how occupied both of your tormentors are, you decide to make your exit.
  124. "Hey uh, you two have fun, I've got a snuggle session with Pinkie Pie planned."
  125. >As you edge around the two lovebirds, tears begin welling up in Twilight's eyes.
  126. >"it was supposed to be... t-two stallions..."
  127. >You decide not to acknowledge her and walk out of your yard, turning your back to the scene.
  128. >Humming a tune to yourself over the din behind you, you feel content in knowing that
  129. THIS IS WHAT EVERY FUJOSHI DESERVES

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