Pinkamena Futa Humiliation


                                            >The first thing you feel as you wake is the hard metal handcuffs that cut into your wrists.

                                            >This room - wherever it is - is dimly lit. You can make out four walls, but that's about it.

                                            >There's a sound. Something stirring just below your feet.

                                            >A whip of cold wind.

                                            >You're shirtless.

                                            >A light flicks on, and after taking a second to adjust you see a figure looming over you.

                                            >A short, dry laugh.

                                            >"Your face looks so confused right now."

                                            >The figure drifts forwards, and you see that it's Pinkie Pie.

                                            >Well... not Pinkie exactly. Her mane is deflated, her expression stone cold. She seems to carry a dark, brooding aura.

                                            "P-Pinkie?"

                                            >"My, My, Anon. You brought a gift? Just for me?"

                                            >You wonder what she means until the pointed edge of her hoof jabs into your groin; a little harder than you'd like.

                                            >"I wonder what it could be!"

                                            >Her voice is bone dry and sardonic; carrying none of the energy you'd expect from the mare.

                                            >She leans in and gives your underwear a sniff.

                                            >"Eww!! Whatever it is, it doesn't smell good!"

                                            >She giggles.

                                            >"Oh, I'm just too excited!"

                                            >She pulls your underwear away and lets it snap against your legs.

                                            >Her smile drops.

                                            >"What!? Are you fucking kidding me!?"

                                            >She gives it a prod, rolling it around with her hoof.

                                            >"I could barely gag angel with this thing! Is there something wrong with it?"

                                            "Wh-What?"

                                            >"I thought it would be a little bit... bigger."

                                            >She pouts, clearly she is deeply disappointed with what you have to offer her.

                                            >"You know how much planning it took to get you here? It's not easy carrying an unconscious human across town without anypony noticing, y'know?"

                                            >She sighs.

                                            >"Whatever. I guess it will just have to do."

                                            >Her hooves assume position either side and begin to jerk it, her disappointment doesn't seem to abate as it grows into a hardened erection.

                                            >"Really!?" She looks like she's almost on the edge of laughter.

                                            >Deciding she has you here now, though, the pony lowers her head over it, tongue drifting up and down your shaft.

                                            >Her teeth pinch your foreskin on the way up, sending a shudder of both pleasure and pain through your lower body.

                                            >She starts jerking it again; she looks utterly unimpressed.

                                            >"Hardly a fucking mouthful. Not even worth trying to suck this thing dry"

                                            >Her hoof sluggishly draws up and down, it looks like this is a chore for her.

                                            >"Why's it so weird-looking, too? Is it supposed to be shaped like this?"

                                            >She looks at you, expecting an answer, but seeing you're too scared and embarrassed to respond just scoffs and gets back to work.

                                            >Deciding your dick isn't even worth the comfort of her mouth, she starts suckling on your balls, stretching them all the day to the back of her tongue and then spitting them back out, tongue guiding along the seam and giving you tingles all along it.

                                            >"Are you gonna finish anytime soon? I thought people like you were supposed to cum early."

                                            >She's impatient, speeding up her haphazard jerking so her hooves are practically slamming into your groin with each thrust.

                                            >Her mouth opens in anticipation and her eyes roll closed.

                                            >After only a few seconds you orgasm. Powerful and draining.

                                            >Your cum shoots into her mouth, some landing on her lower lip which she sucks up and swallows.

                                            >"Not too bad. Just a shame I can't really have fun with this thing."

                                            >She lets it flop to one side, discarded.

                                            >"You wanna see what a real cock looks like?"

                                            "U-Uh... what?"

                                            >Her mouth breaks into a grin.

                                            >"Try not to get too jealous."

                                            >The mare hoists herself up with her forehooves and lets something big and black thud onto the table you're cuffed to.

                                            >A giant snake of a horsecock.

                                            >At first you think it's fake, but as you see it twitch you know it's real.

                                            >Where the fuck has she been hiding this!?

                                            >She edges up along the table and lets it flop down over your chest; a great heaving anaconda that tightens and relaxes against you.

                                            >"Hope you're not too jealous. I mean - I would be if I were you. Knowing a mare has a bigger cock than you."

                                            >It's getting harder and harder as she pushes it into your cheek.

                                            >The thing indents so far you feel the outline of it pass over your tongue.

                                            >"I bet you wanna taste it. Don't worry."

                                            >Before waiting for a response from you Pinkie climbs up onto the table and thrusts her cock into your throat.

                                            >She doesn't hold back. It reaches the back of your throat and gags you.

                                            >It keeps thrusting in and out, each time with even more power.

                                            >You writhe under her but she's having too much fun, making her balls swing and smack against your chin as she watches the bulge emerge and disappear in your throat.

                                            >Deeper, harder, she lets out little grunts with every single plunge.

                                            >It's difficult to keep yourself from vomiting as the girthy horsecock violates your throat over and over again,

                                            >After a few seconds she pulls it almost all the way out; the head of it rests on your tongue.

                                            >"Drink up."

                                            >With a rippling jolt the cock shoots forward her cum.

                                            >It's like a violent jet of water that floods your mouth, forcing its way down your throat and party up into your nasal canal.

                                            >You turn your head violently and let it fall out, so much that it splashes down in a puddle on the floor.

                                            >"You suck cock like a faggot."

                                            >You manage to find the strength to look up at her as she jumps down from the table.

                                            >"I guess it's not all that surprising when you have the dick of a faggot too."

                                            >The hint of a smile.

                                            >She heads to the other side of the room.

                                            "Wh-What are you going to do with me?"

                                            >She pauses.

                                            >"I guess I'll have to see if I can make you a little less faggy, Nonny. Don't worry. I have my ways."

                                            >You see a glimpse of the real Pinkie Pie escape in a little grin that she gives you, but that quickly fades away.