Seapony eggs: hard and solid enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you one by one, yet soft and yielding enough to enter harmlessly and settle deep in your digestive tract.
@Background Pony #5230
Merponies and canon sea ponies also exist and don’t follow those rules though, so that’s not your thing there’s still plenty of fishy girls out there :P
@Background Pony #C788
These ones, specifically, because they’re exaggerated seahorses. I basically reversed their gender and sex roles as much as I could. Females are bigger and have ovipositors, males are very feminine and have broodpouches. So that basically works out that most seaponies are attracted to males, like how male seaponies will pretend to be female to try and seduce land-dwellers so they can have one-night stands without having to carry eggs :D
Fun Fact: The velocity at which cum leaves a dolphin’s cock is enough to shred your insides if he cums inside you, assuming this pony hybrid is anything like a dolphin…you get the picture…
she cries out in shame and ion as her last resistance ebbs away. she couldn’t tell you what would happen. how would a land dweller ever understand? and now it’s too late. unable to cease the strong, rhythmic pumping of those primal muscles within her, she is helpless to stop the feeling of her gooey, rubbery eggs slipping up her flexible ovipositor, each one guided by it and then unceremoniously forced into your body. helpless, but thrilled, their motion down her sensitive shaft fills her with a sense of wonder and guilty pleasure, as she finally feels what it is like to impregnate her partner. every egg that squeezes into you shocks her with pleasure as it erupts from the tip of her member, making her drive it deeper and push you down more desperately. with over a dozen eggs to deliver, this is going to be a very long orgasm for her.
her body has been producing them for weeks since she met you, making the young mare feel nothing more than a yearning for a willing father to fertilize them. her body has been producing the viscous gel surrounding her eggs, that she now earnestly pumps into your anal cavity. it saturates your tissues and renders your insides a suitable brood pouch for her clutch, as egg after egg slides up her, and vanishes from her senses safely within your body. beneath her, your abdomen is swelling, bulging impossibly as it distends with what she so ardently needs you to contain. you cannot resist being filled by her lustful aggression, as her body overcomes you, and neither can she, leaving only a pair of mismatched beings totally under the power of her desire to bring forth the next generation.
when you came inside her, and your seed flooded her womb, you had no idea what it would do to her. pregnancy? surely it was impossible between two creatures so different from one another. she could not get pregnant, she said. she wasn’t lying. but when your semen sank into the eggs that had been lying quiescent within her womb, awakening urges within her she’d never even dared to hope she would feel, you were still shocked to see her own member emerge and thicken from her wide, flexible pelvis.
she was horrified at first, knowing full well what that reaction meant, and what urges it would raise in her. she had heard stories of failed fertilizations, mares who had to hide in the reefs, their eggs, their children no more than fish food, fading away into the cruel, cold ocean as their body ejected them. she had heard of how it took a mare, and filled their mind with the urge to impregnate her partner. even as she resisted, and didn’t want to be that strange, aggressive mare, she found herself unable to stop thinking about the novel flexing of this ovipositor that had extended from her body, how easy it was to move, like a hollow tongue underneath her tail, and how wonderful it would be to shove it inside someone and release.
what would it feel like, to birth her eggs? would they come out on their own, or did she have to do something? how much better would it be to birth them into a male, than into the water or on dry land? though she didn’t feel any different than when she was an eggless foal, that shaft was proof that there was a warm batch of eggs within her, ready to come out of this mare. that tingling shaft coming from her pelvis, the thought of it bulging with eggs and brood slime made her shiver. the prominent ovipositor began feeling to her like such a pitiable waste, if she didn’t get it inside a male <i>right now.</i>
but even then, she made an effort to flee, to save you from seeing her like this or suffering the consequences. you didn’t let her hide her shame. your surprise had turned to delight, as you wore down her resolve with your capable hands, sliding them on her astonishingly prehensile shaft until she couldn’t resist taking you. you wanted to return the favor, to let her feel as good as she made you feel. she let you think that’s all she wanted, that there was no dark hunger consuming her to fill you with her brood. but after you came inside the seapony mare, your action catalyzed a powerful instinct in her.
you assumed that her race must be hermaphrodites. she let you think that, was afraid to tell you differently, but now that her shaft has filled you, you cannot comprehend how keenly aware she is of its true purpose, and of what she is doing to you. she knew you would be swollen, made sluggish and slow by the trial of carrying her brood to term. she didn’t know how she could protect a land dweller, as she’d fantasized about defending and providing for her seapony husband from deep beneath the sea. yet she still climbed onto you, and felt your colon surround her, telling herself just a little more and she’d flee, just a little more and she’d flee.
her breath is shallow and ragged now on the oxygen rich surface world, as the bulge of another egg slides down her rippling shaft. the slime leaking around it moistens her wet, scaly belly weighing you down so heavily, yet that swollen shaft forms an effective seal, the vast majority of the ooze, and every single egg pushed up deep inside you. she cannot feel any regret in doing this, only the fearful awareness that she cannot stop what has started in her, and the hope that you’ll accept her and carry her children, when no male seapony ever would, because of her strange affection for the land dwellers.
Merponies and canon sea ponies also exist and don’t follow those rules though, so that’s not your thing there’s still plenty of fishy girls out there :P
Wait, wat?
These ones, specifically, because they’re exaggerated seahorses. I basically reversed their gender and sex roles as much as I could. Females are bigger and have ovipositors, males are very feminine and have broodpouches. So that basically works out that most seaponies are attracted to males, like how male seaponies will pretend to be female to try and seduce land-dwellers so they can have one-night stands without having to carry eggs :D
why do monster ponies always have to put their cumming part into others????
That’s not true in the slightest.
https://www.harmlesslion.com/dolphins/r_faq.htm
Never :D
Nah she’s more like a seahorse in regards to what comes out of there :P
@bAv_DB
@Badumsquish
glad I could share ♥
100/10 :D
Sheeeiiiitt.
applause
her body has been producing them for weeks since she met you, making the young mare feel nothing more than a yearning for a willing father to fertilize them. her body has been producing the viscous gel surrounding her eggs, that she now earnestly pumps into your anal cavity. it saturates your tissues and renders your insides a suitable brood pouch for her clutch, as egg after egg slides up her, and vanishes from her senses safely within your body. beneath her, your abdomen is swelling, bulging impossibly as it distends with what she so ardently needs you to contain. you cannot resist being filled by her lustful aggression, as her body overcomes you, and neither can she, leaving only a pair of mismatched beings totally under the power of her desire to bring forth the next generation.
when you came inside her, and your seed flooded her womb, you had no idea what it would do to her. pregnancy? surely it was impossible between two creatures so different from one another. she could not get pregnant, she said. she wasn’t lying. but when your semen sank into the eggs that had been lying quiescent within her womb, awakening urges within her she’d never even dared to hope she would feel, you were still shocked to see her own member emerge and thicken from her wide, flexible pelvis.
she was horrified at first, knowing full well what that reaction meant, and what urges it would raise in her. she had heard stories of failed fertilizations, mares who had to hide in the reefs, their eggs, their children no more than fish food, fading away into the cruel, cold ocean as their body ejected them. she had heard of how it took a mare, and filled their mind with the urge to impregnate her partner. even as she resisted, and didn’t want to be that strange, aggressive mare, she found herself unable to stop thinking about the novel flexing of this ovipositor that had extended from her body, how easy it was to move, like a hollow tongue underneath her tail, and how wonderful it would be to shove it inside someone and release.
what would it feel like, to birth her eggs? would they come out on their own, or did she have to do something? how much better would it be to birth them into a male, than into the water or on dry land? though she didn’t feel any different than when she was an eggless foal, that shaft was proof that there was a warm batch of eggs within her, ready to come out of this mare. that tingling shaft coming from her pelvis, the thought of it bulging with eggs and brood slime made her shiver. the prominent ovipositor began feeling to her like such a pitiable waste, if she didn’t get it inside a male <i>right now.</i>
but even then, she made an effort to flee, to save you from seeing her like this or suffering the consequences. you didn’t let her hide her shame. your surprise had turned to delight, as you wore down her resolve with your capable hands, sliding them on her astonishingly prehensile shaft until she couldn’t resist taking you. you wanted to return the favor, to let her feel as good as she made you feel. she let you think that’s all she wanted, that there was no dark hunger consuming her to fill you with her brood. but after you came inside the seapony mare, your action catalyzed a powerful instinct in her.
you assumed that her race must be hermaphrodites. she let you think that, was afraid to tell you differently, but now that her shaft has filled you, you cannot comprehend how keenly aware she is of its true purpose, and of what she is doing to you. she knew you would be swollen, made sluggish and slow by the trial of carrying her brood to term. she didn’t know how she could protect a land dweller, as she’d fantasized about defending and providing for her seapony husband from deep beneath the sea. yet she still climbed onto you, and felt your colon surround her, telling herself just a little more and she’d flee, just a little more and she’d flee.
her breath is shallow and ragged now on the oxygen rich surface world, as the bulge of another egg slides down her rippling shaft. the slime leaking around it moistens her wet, scaly belly weighing you down so heavily, yet that swollen shaft forms an effective seal, the vast majority of the ooze, and every single egg pushed up deep inside you. she cannot feel any regret in doing this, only the fearful awareness that she cannot stop what has started in her, and the hope that you’ll accept her and carry her children, when no male seapony ever would, because of her strange affection for the land dwellers.
Oh man, sounds fun. Good luck with those, pal.
“It really was.” =A=
All the jokes were just hilarious.
Relevant: >>916975.
Its a little too perfect.
“I had to finish. It was distracting.”
Nature finds a way.
Ever since I watched that April Fools Joke video by TeamFourStar, that image makes me laugh harder.
>fucked up
>implying