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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

  1. Yes, everyone's over 18.
  2.  
  3. >Be Wallflower Blush, walking to your morning classes at Canterlot U on a foggy fall morning.
  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. >Your hoof kicks something that clatters, and you glance down.
  6. >It's a star barrette.
  7. >You shrug and walk on. The person ahead of you is moving in your direction, but not very quickly.
  8. >A little ways further on, you find a dark grey bookbag.
  9. "Property of Limestone Pie."
  10. >You frown. Limestone goes to the gym with you sometimes. She's not one for leaving her stuff around.
  11. >You pick it up, hoping she won't explosively flip her shit at you for touching her property.
  12. >Two steps later, something crunches underneath your foot, and you look down.
  13. >It's a beaded hair-tie, intermingled with a pair of glasses.
  14. >"Buh."
  15. >Wait a minute! You know this hair-tie.
  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. >"Buh-rrr.">The repetition of the earlier noise makes you look up.
  18. >The person you saw earlier is moving towards you with a slow, shuffling gait.
  19. >It's definitely male, tall and pale, almost blending into the fog.
  20. >He also appears to be naked.
  21. "Sir?"
  22. >His head snaps up, and he stares in your general direction.
  23. >"Burrrr..."
  24. >That doesn't sound like a normal noise.
  25. "Sir, are you alright? Sir?"
  26. >You take a couple of steps closer, despite your instincts screaming that something's off.
  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. >"Brrrrr--"
  29. >Oh, and he stinks. The smell is half sweaty stallion and half something else. Something you've never smelled before.
  30. >"BRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDD!"
  31. >You are abruptly snatched up and slung over one shoulder as the giant lurches into motion.
  32. >Part of you wants to scream.
  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.  
  35. >Be Zecora, organic chemistry professor and semi-professional shaman.
  36. >You regret helping three amateur witches summon something from another plane and then give it a mega-dose of performance-enhancing drugs.
  37. >You were trying for an incubus, and you got...something close.
  38. >Still, in retrospect, drugging it was a bad idea.
  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. >Then the alien interloper wore out all the three would-be witches (Fluttershy, Moonlight Raven, and Inky Rose).
  41. >Then he went looking for more.
  42. >At this point, he's carried four young mares back to your house, and worn them out too.
  43. >Most of them were squirters.
  44. >Your sheets are ruined, your mattress may be too, and your king-sized bed is getting crowded.
  45. >"Does anyone know why he's doing this? You'd think four mares would be enough for any stallion."
  46. >Ah, Inky's apparently recovered enough to talk.
  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. >"Agreed. Vore and snuff are terrible fetishes."
  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. >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. >Yep. Definitely should have refrained from drugging him.
  52. >"Aaaaahhhnnn!"
  53. >Erzulie dammit, this one's another squirter...
  54.  
  55. >Nine months later.
  56. >Be Anon.
  57. >Man, you really wish you hadn't taken responsibility when you came out of your drug-induced sex coma.
  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. >You'd sired eighteen mutant satyr babies with these big-eyed anthro horsies. One pair of twins per mare.
  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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