- >Be you, Anon who fucking else
- >stuck in reverse gender role candy colored horse land
- >Be at grand galloping gala cause being the only member of your race makes you a celebrity
- >curious to see what party is like
- >twittle spickle is too busy doing meet and greet with celestia
- >get hit on and have your ass slapped by some, it was amusing withing first ten minutes now it’s fucking annoying
- >while all the mares are vying for your attention the stallions aren’t that happy
- >they talk shit
- >goes to the garden to get away from the galla
- >some stallions walk up to you with a shit eating grin, one of them being fancy pants and a mare that you don’t know
- >maybe they brought her for protection or some pussy shit
- >“You’re only getting attention because you’re exotic. Don’t get full of yourself.”
- >one of the stallions throws some cake on your suit
- >it wasn't the thrown cake that pissed you off
- >Rarity made it for you, for this occasion spending all night to make it perfect
- >friendship lesson will be taught today
- >fancy pants expects him to cry just like any other stallions
- >“I’m so sorry, I should see where I’m going. With you being so big and all. I thought that ugly suit needed some colors you see.”
- >haughtilylaughinghorse.portrait
- >papa anon didn’t raise no bitches and didn't raise you to not stand up for your friends
- >sees that no one is around the garden
- >because they are at a waist height you kick the fucker in the face
- >fucker flew like a soccer ball
- >you beat up the mare too just to show her
- >proceeds to beat the shit out of the rest of them
- “If they ask what happened you fell down the stairs, got it?”
- >you take their nodding heads as answer
- >see a yellow pegasus
- >well shit
- >be Spitfire getting away from vying stallions
- >they be wanting that wonderbolt v
- >escape to the garden for some breather
- >you hear some stallions laughing
- >check out what’s going on
- >it’s that alien
- >some stallions are bullying him
- >you try to go save the poor stallion in need of a mare
- >you thought
- >there’s a fight
- >not oily wrestling fight or some coltish fight
- >it’s a full blown beat down
- >you heard he was a predator species with fangs and claws of some kind
- >hearing and seeing it was two different thing
- >it was gruesome and violent, like an uncontrollable beast, his scowled showed his canine fangs like a true predator
- >the human grabs one stallion with one limb then beats another stallion
- >“If they ask what happened you fell down the stairs, got it?”
- >they whimper and nods
- >realizes wings at full mast
- >and you’re wet
- >sees the hulking predator coming your way
- >wings won’t go down
- >hayghetti about to spill
- >arousedhorse.tapestry
- >he ignores you and go on his way
- >realize you might have a predator fetish
- >you see the hooman at the gala back into mingling with the others
- >see Rainbow Dash talking to the hooman
- >looks like they already know each other
- >you look closely
- >his eyes are pointed forward, years of evolution made to focus on his prey he is chasing
- >his canine fangs flashes every time he laughs or smiles
- >extended arms and these wriggler things to grab his prey
- >but in the end he’s just a stallion, nothing else
- >you genuinely fear how the mares are back in his world
- >don’t be afraid spitfire
- > “Oh hey Spitfire come meet Anon!” Dash waved
- >that’s his name, anon
- “H-hey Anon, nice to meet you.”
- >“Oh, hey it’s nice to meet you too.”
- >you flinched as his giant stature bears down on you as he lowers himself to your eye level
- >makes you realize how tall he truly is
- >his hand comes out to get you and you can’t move
- >“So… about that fight, you mind keeping it a secret?”
- >you blink
- >quick act marely so he can’t see you’re scared!
- “Pssh oh yeah sure, it’s fine colt.”
- >“Thanks.”
- >“Hey anon what did you tell her?”
- > “Eh nothing much Dash.”
- >dem shoulders as he shrugged.
- >“So you’re the captain of the wonderbolt right?”
- “Yeah, there’s a show happening soon, why don’t you come by and watch? I’ll save you a seat?”
- > “Woah really? Yeah I’ll definitely come.”
- >this hulking predator, you’re going to tame him, he won’t be a notch under your belt but the crowning jewel
- >how will be that like? Bedding a carnivore?
- >will he submit to your marelyness or will he dominate you?
- >pinned by his spider hoof as he-
- >“Hey Spitefire are you going to fly somewhere why are your wings up?”
- >few days after the gala
- >no one is letting you live down your full on wing boner during the gala
- >today is the performance day, you peek out to see Anon in the VIP seat, chatting with the princesses
- >it may be his coltish whimsy but he’s talking to them like some casual friends
- >it struck you confused but he’s always wearing clothes
- >hiding those muscles underneath you saw in action
- >you take some glimpse during the drills
- >he’s having a good time at least
- >after the signing session you see anon still hanging out with the princesses
- >Princess Luna seemed really interested in him
- >suspiciouspone.painting
- >he talks a little then gallops toward you
- >those long legs makes the distance between you and him quick
- >imagine him full sprinting then grabbing you before you can fly
- >looks like great foal chasing legs
- >haha yeah right, not like you're gonna settle down
- >“Hey Spitfire, that was awesome tricks.”
- “Glad you enjoyed it hon. If you want to see more tricks I can show you more.”
- >“Actually, how about we go to the foodstalls? I do owe from not ratting me out. How about it?”
- >this cheeky colt taking on the initiative
- “Alright then colt, lead the way.”
- >wait
- >is there anything this carnivore can eat?
- >you find a ice cream stand
- >anon chooses strawberry
- >typical stallion
- >while you’re on you’re 1/3 way to finishing your ice cream he’s already done
- >whatever food he buys for you, it’s either gone within 30 seconds or in one bite
- >he just bite into it in a reckless fashion
- >did he even chew properly?
- >you don’t know why but you find that incredibly hot
- >be father bucking spitfire, who else?
- >you and anon are sitting in a booth enjoying the food
- >small talks here and there like all stallions do
- >you can’t help but watch his fangs showing as he talk
- >imagine them nibbling on your neck like that
- >he’s talking, better tune back in
- >“-kinda weird but I would really like a job again, it’s boring to be at home all the time you know?”
- >aww, he wants to have a job, silly colt
- >he can have a job, inside your kitchen that is
- >wait, again?
- “You used to have a job anon, what was it?”
- >anon scratched his neck, then looked away briefly before focusing on you
- >“Eh, nothing crazy.”
- >this colt thinks he can hide it from you, maybe he was a prostitute?
- >you wonder if he charges by the hour
- “Come on, colt. You can tell me it’ll be our secret.”
- >initiate killer smile
- >“Seriously, it’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about it.”
- >this colt thinks you can hide it from you
- >you did have a thing for mysterious colts, keeps you guessing until you get to the sweet center
- >it’s on colt
- >Things were going better than you expected, you make some jokes, he laughs, and you two have a great time
- >honestly he isn’t like the colts you’re used to
- >Then again you know he would be different when he beat up those two ponies
- >That got you thinking, other than with your vag
- >Was all his species like that? All violent and exotic like, imaginging having a harem of hoomans for yourself
- >unf
- >At the cider stand you saw Anon lightly frowning at the menu, asking for the biggest size and being disappointed by it
- >Cute colt thinks he can finish it by himself
- >“Easy there, colt. I think that’s enough for a sta-”
- >What the buck
- >he just finished it all in one gulp
- >“Sorry Spitfire, what were you gonna ask?”
- >This was a challenge, no it was a duty of a mare to put a stallion in place
- >you need- no, you must out drink him
- “It’s nothing, I was just about to get the same thing.”
- >If this colt think he could take you by surprise he was in for a rude awakening
- >Why?
- >Because you’re father bucking Spitfire that’s why
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