October 31st, 2017(?) Night

I can not take it anymore journal I don’t even own...this cursed erection, those prancing kids just a mile or so away. My mind is going nuts, I can’t help but consider praying upon some poor mare that strays to close to my shack.

I feel like a monster...

Maybe I should have heeded to the Pink One’s offer?

Would she now that I have suffered for so long still care to take part in healing my accursed cock? These are questions that I wish could be answered immediately, and well she did say that her and a friend will be stopping later tonight to deliver me some treats.

Something about a holiday equivalent to–fuck what was its name again? Holloweed?

Curse the wretched hornies for making me well–horny. If the Pink one and her friend does not show up, I’ll just resume to filling my bucket and then passing out.

Side note: Pissing is a goddamn nightmare of its own.

Good night journal I do not even own.

“NNngaaha!” I groaned as I blew my load for the fifth time in a row into the bucket, which wasn’t mine. I pulled my hand off my girth and examined the seed that dripped off of it, like the first time. I came a lot, more than I ever could before, not only that I had taken note of the stronger smell and brighter color. I had not even thought of tasting it yet, though I won’t lie there is a subtle temptation to do just that.

After I had cleaned up my mess and shoved my literal cum bucket into the corner, I heard a knock coming from my chamber door. Ear twitching and eyebrow cocking I went over to the door and undid the grass tied lock and opened it slowly. “Who dares to disturb me?” I asked quietly as I peeked an eye out the crack in the door.

“Hey Izzy!” The pink one squeaked as she lept in the air, her feathery chicken costume I noticed was matted and wet, bits of mud flecked here and there along her side. She must’ve taken the long way to get here. “I hope you don’t mind but I brought Rainbow Dash with me!”

My eyes narrowed and cracked the door open a bit so I could peek behind the pink one and see the slim and fit cyan bird horse in a skin tight jumpsuit with dark colored patterns on it while wearing a pair of goggles.

“The both of you look like idiots,” I muttered softly, the bird horse frowned and looked at me while the Pink one left.

“Oh Izzy, that’s a good one!” She snickered. “Why aren’t you dressed up for Nightmare Night?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Nightmare what?” Both of them stopped and looked at me with confused the looks, shortly after the bird and the pink one shared a glance with each other and gazed up at me.

“You never heard of Nightmare Night?” The Bird asked and I shook my head.

“Not really, is it some kind of like...Holiday or something? A ritual sacrifice to some kind of Eldritch God?” I looked at the toy of them and glanced back and forth between the two.

“Well...if you can’t giving candy to Nightmare Moon so she wouldn’t eat us as a sacrifice...ten you really aren’t wrong.” The pink one smiled up at me. “But really it’s just a time of year wear you dress up and go around collecting candy from complete strangers!”

I blinked for a moment. “Huh, that sounds rather familiar.” I chuckled softly as I tried to think back of where I heard such of an arrangement, yet nothing really came to me. “Well I’m sorry, Pink one and Birdy, I can’t really leave right now.”

“Still have problems with your cock?” The bird horse asked me to which I simply nodded.

“No matter what I do it does not leave me,” I cursed softly, “Damn Twilight and her ‘medicine’,” I said in a sarcastic and childish tone.

“Why haven’t you gone to the doctor yet?” They both asked and I shrugged.

“Because all they’re going to do is sit me down with a bunch of hornies and God only knows what they’ll fuck up next,” I sighed and shook my head.

A few moments of silence past and the pink one finally chirped up. “Well...that offer I gave you last time is still up! Trust me it’ll help and be really fun!” She smiled brightly up at me, the bird horse in the back cocked an eyebrow at her friend, confused as to what she was talking about.

I blinked for a few moments standing there idly before finally taking a breath, I’ve tried everything I could up to this point except this. Perhaps it would be best to just weigh the inevitable odds against me and just bite the fucking sword. “Alright, Pink one...I accept, under one condition.”

She blinked and tilted her head. “Your friend there must hold me down.”

The bird blinked and reared her head back. “Hold you down? Why?” She asked confused.

“Because I get a little thrashy and I already broke a few objects in my house, and I do not wish to hurt Pink,” I explained briefly to the two of them.

The pink one giggled all bubbly as she bounced in her spot. “Oh this is going to be great! Not only are we going to have fun, I also get help Izzy again!”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Pray to the Gods that this does help, because if it doesn’t...I have no idea what I’ll do next.”

October 31st, 2017(?) Night

Journal that isn’t mine, I don’t know where to begin with what just happened.

After I had accepted the pink one’s offer, I for some reason told the blue bird to come inside with us. It turns out they had each brought me some candy to which we shared around my fire. Though half of it was garbage, it made good fuel for the fire and it was oddly comforting.

This had not be the first time the pink one has come over to greet me and well just....as they put it ‘hang out’. A few times since my discovery she felt it was keen to constantly drop by and hangout with me. For a while it was annoying but over time it seemed I have begun to warm up to her.

For a good hour or so we sat and I listened to them ramble on about what they had done that night. Most of it wasn’t too entirely interesting to me but I did like how the two of them chatted so nicely with each other and towards me. The bird one, who I thought was going to be bothersome, was actually rather entertaining in how she told her stories. She was very, expressive, lots of hoof motions when she spoke. Sorta like how I am with my hands whenever I talked.

The two of them tried to get to know me as well.

I won’t write about that bit.

After our discussions and treat eating the pink one smiled at me and told me to go lay down on my grass bed. I smiled lightly and nodded, I got up and for some reason, nervously walked over to my bed and laid back. She ordered the bird one to then go around and hold me by shoulders, just as how I requested. The bird did as she was told but I could see on her face she was rather confused.

I asked her if something was wrong and she looked down at me and said, “Honestly, I have no clue what’s happening.”

To which I replied: “I’m about to have my cock sucked on.”

And believe me journal when I write this, I had not laughed so hard in my entire life. The face on the bird was by far the funniest looks of shock and maybe even horror I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Yet despite hearing what I said, she remained.

The pink one came over to me after stripping out of her costume and got on the bed, wormed her way between my legs and looked up at me. Her usual hyper active personality seemingly vanished. Instead what remained was a mature mare smiling up at me.

She asked me if I was really okay with this, to which I replied with a nod. She smiled at me and hummed before using her snout to push my swollen length up into position, and I gasped as just the slightest touch sent electrical tingles through me. The mare giggled and hummed softly as she took a small breath and let her, large tongue slip out over mouth and drag along the bottom of my length.

Clenching my eyes shut, I just couldn’t watch what was happening. I groaned softly as her soft tongue sent waves of pleasure into me which caused me to enjoy what was happening but I just couldn’t watch. Something inside me was raving about how this was wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this.

Journal...did I do wrong?

Why am I so confused about what I let happen?

The pony in the end did help me in some ways, I guess. The erection is still here but it is actually not as strong seeing how much she made me climax. But...I feel dirtied, as if I wronged someone and now I regret it....

Good Night journal that isn’t mine.