Something cheesy (shitpost, RGRE)


                                            >"Anon, there have been complaints from the townsponies about you walking around smelling of masturbation. Masturbation is a sin, Anon..."

                                            "So what, I'm supposed to use you instead?"

                                            >"Yes."

                                            >You blink.

                                            >You were joking, dammit!

                                            >You were not expecting this at eight in the morning...but you're not going to turn down a mare you think is insanely attractive.

                                            >Yes, you're a slut.

                                            "Well, I'm not going to say no..."

                                            >You go to scoop her into your arms, only to get flipped over a foreleg and dropped face-first onto the floor.


                                            >Be Fizzlepop.

                                            >BUCK! You didn't mean to use a ponekration move on Anon!

                                            >"What the fuck, Fizzlepop? Was this some sort of cruel joke?!"

                                            "Oh buck, I'm sorry! You just reached for me and reflex kicked in!"

                                            >"Oh, you want to wrestle for dominance beforehand? Why didn't you say so?"

                                            >A hairy, meaty hand shoots out and yanks you to the floor.

                                            "You don't get the usual dick pass if you pull a stunt like that, colt!"


                                            >Be Anon again.

                                            >The friendly rough-housing eventually turns into a makeout session, which turns into you aggressively eating Fizzlepop out on the shitty twin bed you have in place of a couch.

                                            >Big bad edgehorse squeals like a hammy hentai voice actor when you squeeze her crotchtits and nibble gently on the puffy purple nipples.

                                            >When you finally get down to the steaming purple pony pussy, suckling on her clit as you finger her, she starts gibbering.

                                            >You fear briefly for the sake of your skull when her first serious orgasm clamps her thighs shut, but she doesn't quite have the strength to explode your head like a melon.

                                            >Eventually, you swallow enough marecum that you're actually full.

                                            >Mmm, pomegranate.

                                            >Fizzlepop's coat is frothy with sweat and her eyes are rolling in her head as she pants out, "All right, colt, lie back and let me Amazon press you."

                                            "Oh, hell no. I swore off submissive sexual positions a long time ago."

                                            >You flip her quivering form over, pin her legs together, and get on top of her.

                                            >"No! I'm the mare! I'm in charge here!"

                                            >That draws an amused snort out of you.

                                            "Do you feel in charge?"

                                            >You bite her neck gently right after that.

                                            >She squirms, trying to throw you off, but you're twice her weight and she's already worn out from being wrung dry.

                                            >No matter how strong she is, her martial arts tricks all rely on having leverage to work.

                                            "Now, little miss 'I'm in charge here', you're going to lay there and let me make you a mommy."

                                            >She starts to say something, but you hilt just then, so all that comes out of her mouth is a moan as eight inches of ape meat fill her to the brim.

                                            >From this angle, you're hitting her G-spot on the initial part of each thrust, then sliding in deeper to hit her cervix.

                                            >You can feel that vaguely ridged sensation against the tip of your cock at the end of each thrust.

                                            >Fizzlepop is already sensitive from the oral marathon, so within twenty seconds, she bucks and quivers in another orgasm.

                                            >Ten minutes later, she's a drooling, panting mess.

                                            >That's the point where you pull out and flip her over.

                                            >For a moment, she looks adorably hopeful.

                                            >Then you plunge home again and her eyes roll up into her head.

                                            >Give her credit, she tries to leg-lock you, but she's too exhausted.

                                            >You plow away, angling her backwards so that you can keep hitting her G-spot.

                                            >You're going to be so sore after this, but your stamina's much better in the mornings, and you want to turn big strong Fizzlepop into your personal broodmare.

                                            >Sexually dominating her should ensure that, right?

                                            >Right?

                                            >Well, it had better.

                                            >You pick up the pace as you build toward your own peak, and Fizzlepop's cervix gives way under the relentless hammering of your purple-headed battering ram.

                                            >The last gate is breached, and your hordes are ready to flood the inner hall.

                                            >Fizzlepop screams in ecstasy and clenches around you one final time, even harder than before.

                                            "That's it, you fucking goddess, have my kids!"

                                            >You gently bite her neck at the shoulder joint as you climax.

                                            >Wave after wave of your steaming swimmers fill her womb.

                                            >You can't see it because your face is buried in her neck, but Fizzlepop's irises temporarily develop squiggly white lines.

                                            >Onestepbeyondhearteyes.jpeg

                                            >Eleven months later, you name the first satyr in your set of twins "Anon, Jr." Satyr twin #2 is "Onan."

                                            >You never explain the reference, but damned if you don't giggle internally every time you address that son by his proper name.