Posted on 2024-02-17 11:02:27
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Story from artist:

It was raining again.

Cars glistened, neon reflections stroking over their smooth poly-plastic surfaces as they rushed silently past above the road. Hunched against a yakisoba and pierogi stand, a pony watched, waiting for the traffic to grow just thick enough before she slipped to the left, disappearing into the back alleys that lead to ripper lane.

As she neared the lane her right front hoof gave a twitch, then jerked out, slamming into the alleys NewCrete wall and setting off a short but intense burst of obscenities as she tumbled the rest of the way down the end of the steps she had been descending. She picked herself up quickly, trying not to put too much weight on the augmented hoof, and b-lined it for the slicers shop as fast as she could.

The door opened with a stale creak, the electric chime above attempting a sound that had probably been friendly before ten years of silicon rot. When are you going to replace that thing Crescent? she grumbled to the long-haired pony lounging behind the counter, tossing her bag in the corner.

Hello to you too. He responded, a smile beneath all that hair. Hows the leg?

I dont want to hear it. The mare replied, already heading for the chop room in back. Just get the sync back.

He smiled again, moving casually to follow her back. Hey, if youre gonna keep makin work for me, Im not gonna complain.

She was already in the chair by the time Crescent found his way to the back of the shop. At his gesture she gave an annoyed tilt of the head, bringing the ports at the base of her skull up to the right angle for access. He whistled something very off-key as he slipped the plugs into place, carefully adjusting and tweaking.

Crescent was saying something. She turned, but before she could say anything a wave of disorientation hit her. By the time she realized she was falling, her head had almost hit the soft cushion of the headrest. But it never did. She felt herself fall through it. Through and down, down and down, tumbling into darkness.


Groggily, the mare picked herself off the ground for the second time in an hour, offering a few more curses. She glanced around and blinked. The non-descript blackness around her was impossible to mistake: somehow she was in a default MindSpace room, the place they dumped ponies from hard-core jobs while their bodies were in the shop for a few days of repairs. A glitched hoof was not a hardcore repair. What the hell was she doing here?

What the hell am I doing here Crescent? She called out to the darkness.

Crescent is out right now. A heavily synthesized voice replied, echoing off the non-existent walls. The client on your last job took issue with the financial damage caused, so they sent me to collect. Crescent was kind enough to have some shockingly bad security, so I borrowed him and waited for your next tune-up. Hows the leg?

The mare tried to shout something back, but found that she couldnt.

No, you dont need to talk anymore. Just relax and enjoy the show.

A screen flickered to life in the darkness, and the mares eyes went wide as she saw herself, limp against the chair, legs spread as Crescent, well, Crescents BODY, fucked her enthusiastically. She tried to yell again. It still didnt work.

Didnt want to let you go to waste. No telling what the client will do with you once youre delivered after all.

She stared angrily at the screen, trying to find some way out of this.

Oh, but Im being rude, youre only getting half the experience. Lets fix that.

The mare gave what would have been a choked gasp as she suddenly felt a very thick cock thrust into her, in perfect time with the one on-screen.

Whats that? More?

She shook her head, but the protests were ignored. The sensations running through her jumped up in intensity suddenly. Then again. And again. She hunched over in the darkness, moaning helplessly. Despite every effort to focus, it was soon impossible to think about anything but the cock slamming into her, how hot, how slick, how deep. How fantastic. By the time not-Crescent finished she was more than ready to do the same, soundlessly moaning in pleasure as the orgasm twitched through her.

The voice cut in again as she collapsed to the floor, simulated juices running down her legs. Glad youre enjoying yourself. By the way, this is all a recording. I finished with you hours ago. No reason it has to end for you though

Wide-eyed again, the mare tried to protest, but her panicked motions were again ignored. The video restarted. The sensations restarted. And soon, she was coming again. The voice clicked off and the mare was left alone in the darkness, silently screaming climax, after climax, after climax.

Posted on 2024-02-17 21:31:26
Score: 1 (vote Up)

as someone who recognizes/associates bitshift's name and art style with Cruel Serenade, it's very jarring to see nothing but pony art under their tag lmao

that's not a judgement, I'm long past the point of taking issue with that stuff, it's just bizarre on a brand-identity level lol