You stroll down the sidewalk of Manehatten, it was bustling as much as a negative two kardashev civilization can. God sometimes you missed the smell of petroleum products. Ponies were going about their daily routines as you rounded a corner and strolled into the paint store. A soft ding resounded through the space as you wandered over to the grey blues, a recent party had left a hole in your wall and you needed some touch up paint. Fishing a shard of your apartment out of your pocket you started to compare the shades. The selection was massive and by the end of your twenty minute hunt you were sure the three samples in your hand were exactly the same, either ponies could see more colors than you or someone was having a laugh at the paint factory.

While you were deep in thought you didn’t notice a mare who was browsing further down the wall had approached you. You straightened up a little with a start as she stretched her neck up a little to see the samples in your hand. “Oh hello, these all look the same to me.”

She had a small giggle at that and pointed to the one on the right, “This one is what you’re looking for, this one is too dark and that one is too blue.”

You smiled at her put the other two back. “Why thank you, I was just about to give up and pick one at random.”

She smiled back at you while cocking her head to the side a little to look up at you, she had a cream coat and a blue bob cut mane with a flower in it. Exchanging a few more pleasantries while you each bought what you needed you offered to carry her paint for her. She was courteous and worried about putting you out but you insisted as you hoisted the paint cans off of the counter. Talking as you walked she explained that she had recently bought a storefront nearby and needed to paint before she started to bring in furniture and clothes. The small talk was pleasant and spanned a variety of topics, eventually coming to what you were and where you came from. You glossed over the details while hopefully sating her curiosity.

Her store wasn’t too far out of the way, it was a quaint little hole in the wall with a bay window to the left of a dark green door, all done up in grey rocky bricks. Following her inside you set the paint on a tarp in the floor. Smiling up at you again she thanks you, “It was very kind of you to carry the paint for me..” She scrunches her nose up cutely. “You haven't told me your name yet, mines Coco.”

“Anon,” you extend your hand to her and she places a hoof in it. It might have been the inner neckbeard in you but you lean down and kiss it. She blushes slightly and smiles a little more bashfully this time. Score.

“Well you know where I’ll be if you’d like to stop by,” She replied as she trotted over to the paint, “but I need to get to work on these walls. Have a nice afternoon Anon.”

With that you leave, mentally patting yourself on the back as you head on home. The streets have picked up a little more now that lunch time has rolled around and while you’re walking you notice a small food cart off the sidewalk. You do like falafel..

Getting home you climb the cramped stairs up to your door and unlock it. Kicking the door closed behind you and tossing the wrapper of your lunch in your small trash can next to the kitchen and head down the hall to recently patched hole. Setting the can down you pry the lid off and stir the paint a little. Grabbing a brush you slather a coat over the white patch, careful not to leave any drips or heavy spots. With that done you put the lid back on and head to the kitchen to clean the brush. You turn the faucet on and work your fingers through the brush meticulously getting all the paint out. A few slaps back and forth over the faucet to knock off the water and you set the brush down to dry. With nothing else to really do you grab a pack of cider out of the fridge and head to the living room.

Setting the drinks down on the coffee table you pull one off and grab one of your new comics, these were your favorite afternoons and the new issue of power ponies was taking a darker turn than the series was historically known for. You were really getting into it, talking to yourself and making weird noises as the drama and action developed further and further. “How could he!” You couldn’t believe what you were reading, they killed off a character so abruptly that it sent you into a frenzy of fuzzy feelings that can only be brought about with the glorious use of wanton violence. You were fidgeting in your seat as the characters put daytime mexican soap operas to shame and then they really did it to you, they ended on a cliffhanger. You hurl the comic across the room and groan, “Why is it always a cliffhanger damn it!” A knock came at the door.

You walk over and pick up the comic, setting it on the coffee table. Placing your hands on your lower back you stretch and are rewarded with a few pops. Grabbing the now empty twelve pack of cider you stumble to the kitchen to throw them away and call out to the door, “I’ll be right there.”

Rubbing your face you go to open the door and are greeted by a dark lavender horse size extrasmol wearing big saddle bags filled with papers with a pure white mane, “Sup?”

She beamed up at you and pulled a newspaper out of her bag. “Would you like to sign up for the Daily Bugle?”

“Nope, Sorry.”

Her expression changed to devastation instantly and her toned turned into a more pleading one. “I could give you a free month to see if you’d like it?”

“Sorry but I don’t really read the newspaper..” You scratched the back of your neck feeling bad but you were already kind of tight for money.

“Please I really really need to meet my quota and this is the last place in my area!”

Normally you probably would have caved by now but you were way too drunk for this shit or for common decency. “Nope.” you closed the door on her as she started to walk forward and turned around to go make a sandwich and then you heard it, the four words that would start all of you problems. The words that would pull you down from a fine upstanding monkey citizen to a depraved criminal. “I’ll suck your dick!”

You rip the door back open. “Say whatsit?”

She smirks up at you. “You heard me. But it’ll cost you a year subscription, I’ll even throw in a free month and make it thirteen.”

She took a step into your door. “Just.”

Another step and she’s halfway in. “Like.”

She’s inside now and she slams the door shut and locks it as she says the last word. “Me.”

You gulp as sweat drips down the back of your neck. You stare down at her for a moment not quite sure how to respond before she walks past you into your apartment, you turn around eyes tracking her movement. She calls back to you over her shoulder, “Are you just going to stand there staring at me?”

Right, this is your house and you are not going to be intimidated by a foal a quarter of your size. You follow her into the living room while she jumps up onto your couch. You follow suit and sit in the recliner next to it. The filly looks at you with a bemused smirk and a raised eyebrow before clearing her throat. “Well I guess we should get the formalities out of the way.”

Her horn lights up a soft white and a contract poofs into existence. It’s thick. It’s very thick. She levitates it to you and drops it into your lap. “What’s this?”

“The contract for the paper, don’t worry it doesn't say anything about about our deal.” She winks at you and giggles a bit before falling backwards onto her back and stretching out. Her back bending up as she kicks her hooves out in different directions; her eyes screwed shut while she lets out a small moan that probably sounded more sexual to you then it was. Her tail is pulled up between her legs blocking the indecent glance you cast there. When your eyes come back to her face she’s staring at you through one half open eyelid. She smiles and flicks her tail out of the way, completely exposing her body to you. Your mouth dries out and you quickly open the drawer in the nightstand next to you and fish out a pen. You flip to the last page and scribble your name on it. She perks up at that and sitting up her horn lights up one more time. The contract duplicates and one copy disappears. “Now that that’s out of the way why don’t you get out of those clothes big boy?”

Doubts flash through your mind once more, you could still turn back. While lost in thought contemplating the pros and cons of this potential decision the little pony had crawled off the couch and is now sitting in between your legs on the floor. A nuzzle to your inner thigh sends your train of thought of a cliff along with your conscience and all of his next of kin. Once again you’re just staring at the little thing while she grows a little more emboldened by your stare and nuzzles your little man through your jeans. You reach down and place your hand on the side of her head and she nuzzles into it in return. A quick flash of her horn and your pants and boxer briefs; the underwear choice of discerning filly fuckers, are neatly folded on the coffee table.

Free of your clothing she looks up at you cutely before nuzzling into your bare dick, her eyes locked on yours. “You smell nice.”

A little taken aback you choke out a reply. “Thanks, I actually just bought it. It’s hard to find stuff that doesn't smell like flowers.”

“Not your body wash dummy.” She pushes her nose under your pride and joy and takes a deep breath through her nose. She lets it out with a small shiver, her breath tickling your baby factories. She opens her eyes again and finishes her statement with a look far to sultry for her age, “your musk.”

Your cock is draped over her muzzle and as it gets harder she closes one of her eyes as it covers it. After another breath you feel her tongue lathe across your sack and you tense up abit. The licks start coming one after another as your erection grows. She gingerly sucks your balls into her mouth, her tongue dancing over one orb then the next before she lets it fall from her mouth covered in saliva.

“Filly got your tongue?” She asks before booping your crown her nose. Her horn glows again and you feel a warm sensation start to fondle your sack as she tilts her head and licks at the underside of your head. You start to rub her cheek as she places little kisses and licks along your dick. When she pulls the head into her mouth with a wet slurp you gasp out loud and grab a small handful of her mane. She smiles up at you with her mouthful and very slowly starts to bob her head over your first couple inches. You lean back in your recliner and let out a shuddering breath as the filly picks up the pace, and then you feel her push forward. You slip into her throat and seize up on reflex pressing your thighs to either side of her head.

She forces your legs back open with her magic and takes you even further into her muzzle with a gag before pulling off, craddling your cockhead on her tongue while panting a bit. She licks some precum off thats dribbling down your head before taking a few inches back in her mouth. Pressing your manhood between the roof of her mouth and her tongue she starts to suck hard, bobbing her head back and forth a short distance at furious pace while her magic kneads your balls with abandon. You grab another handful of her mane with your free hand and start to squirm, bucking into her mouth on reflex.

Her mouth opens a bit and you take that as an invitation to start thrusting into her open maw while pulling her down by her mane. As your phallus starts slipping in and out of her throat you feel and hear her let out small mewling moans, the vibrations furthering along your encroaching release. She paws at your leg as you pull her down and up on your cock, fucking her esophagus like a toy.

Amid your rough and thorough thrusting she slips and falls backwards, you follow her onto the ground as you feel your peak coming. Your movements get more fervent and erratic as you sloppily fuck her saliva drench muzzle. Her forehooves partially wrapped around your hips while shes gags and sucks breathes through her nose. You start to climax as you pant heavily, your head sitting snugly in her mouth as she once again bathes your tip in licks and slurps. A rope of thick cum splattering across her tongue and coating the back of her throat. She coaxes a few more rounds out of you as she swallows and grinds her tongue on your head. You fall back slipping out of her mouth as the last shot splatters on her face, painting a line from her mouth up and over her eye to her mane. You slide off trying to catch your breath as she breathes hotly and licks what she can reach off her muzzle. She climbs onto your chest as her magic collects the rest of the mess and deposits it into her open mouth. A couple shwish and lip smacks and she makes a show of swallowing it all. Looking down at you with a smile she nuzzles your neck before leaning back and popping another contact into existence. “How about round two?”

You greedily grab it and snatch the pen off the floor to sign it. With a pleased semi smirk she poofs the contract away and hops off you, wandering down the hall to your bedroom. “Come on Anon, I have to be back to the office in a few hours.”

You prop yourself up and watch her walk away her tail hiked up and giving you a show as she sashays around the corner “How do you know my name?”

“How many big hairless two-leggers are walking around Manehattan that you know?”

You shrug and get up to follow her.

By now lust had completely overtaken your brain, if you were sex crazed in the living room you were bordering on zeus raping a women as a birb levels of depraved as you followed the little filly to your room. She was skipping happily while you were using the wall for support, thoroughly winded from the adrenaline fueled skull fucking you had just given her.

She looked back at you and winked with a warm smile. This filly was seriously disarming. Upon reaching the door she sat on her haunches and looked up at you while you caught up. She nuzzled into your leg as you opened the door and trotted in after you. Walking over you threw yourself backwards onto the bed before a little purple blur jumped up into your arms and nuzzled your neck while purring sensually. Her suddenly affectionate attitude caught you off guard and warmed your heart a bit as well. Wrapping your arms around her you pulled her into a kiss which she eagerly returned pushing her tongue into your mouth and running them over your sharp canines. When she came to the tip of one of your sharp teeth she shuddered and pulled back panting softly. “Let’s take it a little more slowly this time big guy.”

You roll over on top of her and press your mouth into her neck, taking a breath of her floral scent mixed with her sweat and start to plant kisses along her neck and shoulder. She squirms and giggles underneath you until you graze her neck with teeth and her breath hitches in her throat. You start to nibble along her neck softly and her breathing picks back up, turning into shallow pants. Acting on a hunch you gingerly bite down on her inner throat and she lets a muffled moan that turns into squeak. You pull back and smile down at her before booping her snoot with a finger. She smirks back at you and her horn lights up, picking you up and slamming you against the headboard before she jumps up and straddles your hips. The curtains on your window zip off and are used to tie your hands to either bedpost while she draws a long slow lick up your throat. She sits down and starts to rub her plush warm fillyhood back and forth over your erection that's pinned between you two. You let out a moan of your own and she darts forward and pushes her tongue into your open mouth pressing it up against your own and initiating a battle for your mouth.

Your struggling to fight back against her surprising large tongue. Craning your head from side to side to try and get some leverage when her horn lights up again, you feel a slight pressure on your throat followed by a mild lightheadedness. Your momentary distraction with the new sensation gives her the opportunity to pin your tongue down to the bottom of your mouth. Pressing up against the bottom of the thick muscle in your mouth you try and break free to no avail. Looking back up to meet her gaze you see a smile in her eyes. She lets your tongue free before sucking it into her mouth and pulling off it with a lewd slurping sound leaving your tongue dangling out of your mouth and trail of combined saliva connecting your mouths.

You’re panting at this point and she hasn’t let up on the pressure around your neck. The little filly gives you breathless smirk before tightening her hold on your throat and with a coy wink she sits down on your turgid dick. Bright lights flash across your vision as her tight snatch grips and spasm around your cock. Barely audible over the muted ringing in your ears you can hear the lavender pony breathe a few ragged breaths before letting a soft moan slip past her lips. She’s arched over slightly with her hooves pressed against your slumped upper body. Everything feels like it’s moving in a slight slow motion. You’re movements feel drunken as her every breath, twitch or grind sends pleasure stabbing up your spine. She finally catches her breath and locks eyes with you. She leans in and drags her tongue up your cheek. You lean in for a kiss in turn and she pulls back smirking again. Your penis twitches as you feel the little equine shift again before drawing herself back up and slamming down on your dick. Cursing you pull against the curtains as the smack reverberates around your room. Her tongue peaks out the side of her mouth as she looks up at you in a manner that smacks of predatory, innocent, cute and sensual all at the same time. Her half lidded eyes fluttering the tiniest amount as she grind back and forth in your lap. It’s all you can do to keep your eyes open and focused on the sexy little filly whose got you wrapped around her hoof.

A particularly strong grind pulls another gasp out of you and the papermare starts to ride you with abandon. Your toes curl as you struggle against your bonds your breathing picking up in pace while her choke hold tightens on you to a painful strength. Thoroughly asphyxiated your vision blurs to the point that all you see is a purple smear bouncing up and down in front of you as the half pint dominatrix fills your room with the sound of wet slapping. The only part of your body that you can feel is your raging hard on as she brings you to the edge but you can't quite seem to get that last little push you need. You start to thrust on instinct, driving upwards to meet the filly in the middle with deafening slap of flesh on flesh that rocks her whole body. You can sort of make her out as your vision comes in and out of focus. Her tongue is lolling out of the side of her little muzzle, her head thrown back in bliss while small gasps and shuddering breaths slip out of her throat unbidden. Miraculously, she manages to speed up again moving at a blinding almost comical speed before she slams down one final time smashing your meat up against her cervix as hot sticky filly cum splashes against your thighs and she clamps down on your cock. The pressure on your throat disappears and as oxygen returns to your brain all of the muted sensations dial back up to eleven. Your vision sharpens to a ludicrous level and your entire body is rocked with waves of pleasure as you finally hit your peak, glob after glob of thick mancream splashing against the entrance to the filly’s womb and leaking back out of her stuffed cunt. You slump back against the headboard of your bed as the little pony goes limp against your chest.

She’s out like a light and seeing as how your bound beyond your ability to break free you wait for your panting to stop and do your best to squirm into the blankets underneath you before drifting off to sleep as well hung from your bed frame like jesus himself.

Mom would be proud.