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Apecubus (RGRE Anthro-EQG, shitpost)

By Satyrfag
Created: 2021-08-19 02:45:44
Updated: 2023-11-02 07:17:40
Expiry: Never
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  1. 1.
    Yes, everyone's over 18.
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  3. 3.
    >Be Wallflower Blush, walking to your morning classes at Canterlot U on a foggy fall morning.
  4. 4.
    >Ugh. Stupid 7 AM start times.  The only person you can see is a pale shape a few hundred feet ahead, half-obscured by the fog.
  5. 5.
    >Your hoof kicks something that clatters, and you glance down.
  6. 6.
    >It's a star barrette.
  7. 7.
    >You shrug and walk on. The person ahead of you is moving in your direction, but not very quickly.
  8. 8.
    >A little ways further on, you find a dark grey bookbag.
  9. 9.
    "Property of Limestone Pie."
  10. 10.
    >You frown. Limestone goes to the gym with you sometimes. She's not one for leaving her stuff around.
  11. 11.
    >You pick it up, hoping she won't explosively flip her shit at you for touching her property.
  12. 12.
    >Two steps later, something crunches underneath your foot, and you look down.
  13. 13.
    >It's a beaded hair-tie, intermingled with a pair of glasses.
  14. 14.
    >"Buh."
  15. 15.
    >Wait a minute! You know this hair-tie.
  16. 16.
    >You should. Moondancer absent-mindedly leaves it in your dorm's bathroom often enough. But the glasses aren't hers. They look more like Sugarcoat's...
  17. 17.
    >"Buh-rrr.">The repetition of the earlier noise makes you look up.
  18. 18.
    >The person you saw earlier is moving towards you with a slow, shuffling gait.
  19. 19.
    >It's definitely male, tall and pale, almost blending into the fog.
  20. 20.
    >He also appears to be naked.
  21. 21.
    "Sir?"
  22. 22.
    >His head snaps up, and he stares in your general direction.
  23. 23.
    >"Burrrr..."
  24. 24.
    >That doesn't sound like a normal noise.
  25. 25.
    "Sir, are you alright? Sir?"
  26. 26.
    >You take a couple of steps closer, despite your instincts screaming that something's off.
  27. 27.
    >Up close, the giant -- easily two feet taller than your own 4'0 -- definitely doesn't look well. His oddly small eyes are dilated until they're almost all pupil, he's covered in sweat, and his jaw's hanging open.
  28. 28.
    >"Brrrrr--"
  29. 29.
    >Oh, and he stinks. The smell is half sweaty stallion and half something else. Something you've never smelled before.
  30. 30.
    >"BRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDD!"
  31. 31.
    >You are abruptly snatched up and slung over one shoulder as the giant lurches into motion.
  32. 32.
    >Part of you wants to scream.
  33. 33.
    >The part of you that's being booped in the face by a truly enormous dick tells the first part to shut up.
  34. 34.
     
  35. 35.
    >Be Zecora, organic chemistry professor and semi-professional shaman.
  36. 36.
    >You regret helping three amateur witches summon something from another plane and then give it a mega-dose of performance-enhancing drugs.
  37. 37.
    >You were trying for an incubus, and you got...something close.
  38. 38.
    >Still, in retrospect, drugging it was a bad idea.
  39. 39.
    >Not that the fingering, pussy-eating, and sex weren't great, but you came like ten times before he even started dicking you. You were exhausted and temporarily unable to self-lube by the time he finished.
  40. 40.
    >Then the alien interloper wore out all the three would-be witches (Fluttershy, Moonlight Raven, and Inky Rose).
  41. 41.
    >Then he went looking for more.
  42. 42.
    >At this point, he's carried four young mares back to your house, and worn them out too.
  43. 43.
    >Most of them were squirters.
  44. 44.
    >Your sheets are ruined, your mattress may be too, and your king-sized bed is getting crowded.
  45. 45.
    >"Does anyone know why he's doing this? You'd think four mares would be enough for any stallion."
  46. 46.
    >Ah, Inky's apparently recovered enough to talk.
  47. 47.
    >"W-well, some animals will kill large numbers of prey at once and then cache the bodies to eat later. Maybe this is just a less violent version of that? Oh, I hope it's just a less violent version of that."
  48. 48.
    >"Agreed. Vore and snuff are terrible fetishes."
  49. 49.
    "Thank you for that rather disturbing idea, Fluttershy. Shut up, Sugarcoat. More likely, it's because we drugged him with a combination of Viagra, Cialis, Ambien, pygeum bark, zinc, lecithin, maca root, celery seed, horny goat weed, elephant musth juice, and ground bull testicles."
  50. 50.
    >The door bursts open, and Anonymous (as you've dubbed him) staggers in, clutching a green-maned mare over one shoulder. He tosses her onto the bed, tears off her jeans and sweater, and buries his face between her plump thighs.
  51. 51.
    >Yep. Definitely should have refrained from drugging him.
  52. 52.
    >"Aaaaahhhnnn!"
  53. 53.
    >Erzulie dammit, this one's another squirter...
  54. 54.
     
  55. 55.
    >Nine months later.
  56. 56.
    >Be Anon.
  57. 57.
    >Man, you really wish you hadn't taken responsibility when you came out of your drug-induced sex coma.
  58. 58.
    >Apparently, the universe heard you when you joked about wanting to be a white version of the "this man couldn't pull out of his own driveway" meme. 
  59. 59.
    >You'd sired eighteen mutant satyr babies with these big-eyed anthro horsies. One pair of twins per mare.
  60. 60.
    >You're proud of yourself for not screaming and running, but you are not looking forward to the next few years...

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