I am the vengeance. I am the night. I am the butt-mare.

And after such a long day of having my snout buried deep into Rainbow Dash, this butt-mare needs a good night’s rest.

Unfortunately, this night’s rest will be just as fitful as all my others.

There are many downsides of being a pony who spends her life to the most sacred task of ponut pleasuring. The first being that I when I pleasure a ponut, I become so engrossed in the activity, so single mindedly focused on bringing my most favorite of places to the most highest of highs, that I completely forget to give myself any pleasure. Normally if I was with a willing partner I’d simply ask them for some reciprocation during the act, anal or otherwise. But for the last couple of months all my sexual encounters have been with those big beautiful butts who have called out to me; and while they surely are appreciative of my work (I think), my needing to be invisible during the act has left them incapable of giving anything in return. The good news is that once in a while just the very act of eating out an ass can bring me an orgasm, but it’s a rarity. You might think that I simply could take some private time and give myself a little bit TLC, but I find that I’m just unable to cum when I’m not tonsil deep in somepony’s sphincter.

The second downside is the realization that my task will never be complete. The day where eating ass is as common as a hoofshake might truly be a pipedream. While I absolutely adore the fine art of rimming I know that there are simply too many uneaten assholes out there for one mare to ever handle. My most realistic wish is that one day I might dedicate my life to the service of just one ponut, but butt love is something far too many look down upon for me to ever find a stable relationship.

These realities of mine are exactly what haunt me during the night.

My dreams tease me with a life I could never have. I would find myself walking down a busy street and be able to walk up to any pony and simply shove my snout in to their crack. They’d smile back at me as I ravish their backside with a thousand soft kisses; my face would be warmed by their loving cheeks. After getting my fill from one pony I’d canter down the street to another. My morning would be spent tasting the rosebuds off all those around me; I’d make-out with that cute unicorn from the dance club one moment before using my magic on that that friendly earthpony by the local school the next. I’d feel myself becoming closer and closer to orgasm with each one, but it would never come.

But my deepest, darkest fantasy is what my dreams always fixate on. In every sexual experience I’ve ever had I’d always be the instigator, the dominant partner. My dreams know that I long to be the one forced to eat out some pony else.

I’d find myself running away from a crowd of ponies, all of whom are angry at my invisible escapades. I would spot them getting closer and closer until one of them jumps right on top of me, forcing me to the ground. One member of the mob would tie my forelegs together while another would use her magic to nullify my horn. The leader of the mob, an angry violet unicorn, would exclaim that since I so loved to eat ass, going so far to just sexually assault ponies in broad daylight, I might as well eat everypony’s ass.

I’d feel a hoof grab my hair as I was shoved right into her rump. I’d try and resist but the force on the back of my head made it impossible to do anything but lick her. I’d hear everypony around me jeering and calling me names as the ring leader grinded her flanks across my snout. The hoof grabbing my hair would pull me from her crack and then slam me down into somepony else. I’d tongue-fuck this new ass with all my might, hoping that my licks would stop any pony from hurting me. The worst thing about the experience is how absolutely wet it was making me, the pleasure of being taken this way would force me to moan.

The jeers from the crowd would increase as they realize that I was getting off to this. The hoof wrapped around my mane would yank me out and shove me right into a third pony, then a fourth, then a fifth. Each time I’d do my best to lash at every hole with as much gusto I could muster, my tongue lathering every inner wall hoping that it would appease the mob. For most of the experience my sight would be completely obscured by the pony’s flank before being pulled out, and in the few seconds of reprieve I had before being slammed to into some pony else I could see my warm saliva completely coating their ass, with a considerable stream of it dripping out of their ponut. The view, as short as it was, would cause me to wink even harder and louder than I did before.

The horde, infuriated with the noise, would slam my face deep into a very plump derriere. The soft white flanks being a much longed for cushion; the warmth of her butt would flow through my muzzle and into my brain, producing a most delicious buzz. The hoof on the back of my skull released its grip, only for it to be replaced by the muscular butt of another pony; it appeared the plan was to crush me in a sea of ass. The flesh around me gripped my head in a lewd but sensual hug. My tongue would thrust in and out of the puckered hole in front of me, invigorated by the softness all around me. My thrusting would be short lived though, as the pony I was deeply rooted in clamped down as hard as she could, preventing me from moving in any way at all.

The feeling of helplessness, of being drowned between those two amazing asses, was just enough to drive me to orgasm. I could feel myself get closer, and closer to the edge. I’d only need one more second…

But the mob would have none of it. I was released right before I reached the precipice, and slammed back first on to the ground. They’d descend upon me, slamming posts into the earth and lashing ropes around my body, securing me to the dirty ground. It was then they would unleash the final wave of their torment. The ring leader from before would squat herself over my face before slamming herself down. My face would be sleek with the sweat from her coat and my nostrils, for a brief second, would be filled with the musk of arousal. But that vulgar scent would be the only bit of air I would get as her lavender flanks draped across my nose, completely blocking my nostrils. I worked my tongue as desperately as I could, hoping that it would be enough to convince her to let me breathe

My air supply was running low, and my tongue was viciously tired from reckless lashing. She’d grind her ass across my face, coating it in more and more of her sweat. Just when I thought I would black out she pushed herself off, giving me a brief second to drag air into my screaming lungs. But it would be a short filled second as she slammed herself back down. Up and down, up and down, again and again. Sometimes while down she’d wiggle her rump as hard as she could while calling me every dirty word in the book. After who knows how long she stood up, and with her magic pulled my tongue as far out of my mouth as she could. A quick spell and it stood rigid and painfully erect; while I could twist and flick the muscle, nothing I did would bring it back down.

Another pony took the opportunity to slam herself right down onto me, my tongue penetrating deep into her asshole. Up and down she’d slam herself as I tried to bring her some kind of pleasure in hopes it would end the assault. With a loud “pop”, she stood up before another pony hopped on. What little breaths I took were filled with sweat and arousal, what little I saw were the tantalizing asses of those dominating me and the smug grins on the crowd around me.

I lost count exactly how many sat on my face, but by the eighth or ninth my skull was allowed to remain unmolested. I thought that I convinced them to let me go, to end the ordeal. But a part of me knew that wasn’t the case: my tongue was still held magically erect, and I would even go as far as saying it had been magically enlarged. It was then the final pony out of the crowd stood above me. Her ass was more massive then any I’ve ever seen before. Her ponut a delicious shade of black, contrasted well with the downy white of her coat. Her descent on to my face was painfully slow; she was seemingly aware that while my face hurt from the rumps of those before, I longed to have the feel of her soft cheeks around my snout. As my tongue penetrated her ponut I could smell a musk more pungent than all the rest, I could hear moaning from one set of lips but winking with the other.

Then I felt something. Before with all the other ponies I could feel none of the magical arousal that an ass would normally produce; I chalked it up to them simply fucking my face out of pure dominance. But with this one, I could feel her lust pour right into me. Wave after wave of desire crashing against my very soul, more powerful than any other ass I’ve ever pleasured before. As she descended on to me I thrashed my tongue as hard as I could, but unlike before I was doing this not to save myself but to give everything I had to this mare. I could feel the lust pull at me in ways that I’ve never knew were possible, my body felt like a puppet and this hole was my master. My world went black as her cheeks covered my eyes, and soon my world became silent as her massive rump flowed around my ears.

The warmth of her body pierced my very being, while the torrent of her lust thrashed my mind. The hunger she had took complete control over me, my tongue obeying her commands instead mine. Every wiggle of her monstrous behind thundered in my ears, the tightness of her hole sent shockwaves through my mouth. I could feel myself become more aroused than I’ve ever been before, every atom of me was imbued with the hunger that this mare had for getting her ass worshipped. I could feel my lungs start to burn as the pleasure wracked both our bodies, but I didn’t care. Every thought I had was solely focused on showing her ass the love that it truly deserved. My eyes began to roll into the back of my head as I felt my orgasm slowly and slowly build. It was a race between my consciousness and my libido, my mind caught between trying to survive and trying to come. Each second I would get closer, and each second my world would fade away. I was almost there, the end to months of frustration was finally within my grasp…

It was then my eyes shot open and I took a massive gasp of air. I looked around and saw my mundane and boring bedroom, no angry mob around me, and no beautiful bum above. My body was drenched in sweat, while my sheets were soaked in my love fluids. My painful lust being the only thing that remains of that amazing dream. I knew that I would not be able to go to sleep again for a while, not until my pussy would calm down. I’ve had enough experience knowing that trying to cum would be pointless now, my masturbation would accomplish nothing if I didn’t have a mouthful of ass at the same time.

After much debate whether to even try force myself to cum, I finally resigned myself to just lying on my bed, closing my eyes and simply waiting for sleep to take me. I wasn’t too sure if sleep would be a good thing or a not, considering I’ve had this exact same dream every night for the last several months, each time ending under the flanks of that magnificent mare…

Author's Notes:

Hope you enjoyed this super cloppy fic! Sorry none of the mane 6 are in this one (Or maybe they are?!) but I wanted everyone to get inside the mind of Anna. Every good clop protagonist needs back story and characterization.

Who was that magnificent mare? Whose ponut will call out to Anna next? How drunk am I? All these questions and more will be answered in the next chapter(s)!