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Fillyful Eight

By Glimbrain
Created: 2025-05-30 21:39:42
Expiry: Never
anonsafescrappedfilly harem

  1. Synopsis: Eight fillies. One Anon.
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  3. *** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***
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  5. This is a scrapped story. It features a complete prologue and a small scene afterwords, but know that this green will stay incomplete before you head in.
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  7. ***
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  9. >They said you could become anything.
  10. >So you decided to become a Mormon.
  11. >Specifically—the part about polygamy.
  12. >You have EIGHT wives.
  13. >That's as much as four twos.
  14. >And that's…
  15. >That's really hot.
  16. >You find yourself awakening to a new day, the lingering scents of last night's fun times still hang freely in the air.
  17. >Should probably open a window.
  18. >Underneath the bed sheets, you can feel a warm, fuzzy weight lying atop your chest.
  19. >This living lump under the blanket emits faint snores and sighs as it slowly rises and falls in tune with your own respirations.
  20. >Cute.
  21. >But fleeting—as you have to get up.
  22. >Steadily, you upright yourself into a sitting position.
  23. >Your furry passenger groans in discomfort as it slides off your body and hits the spot beside you on the bed.
  24. >"Uurgh…"
  25. >Ignoring its sounds of discontentment, you leave it to languish in its laxness, and you stand up off of the bed, heading to the window.
  26. >As you open it, freeing the trapped scents of sensuality, you peer outwards.
  27. >There's your spacious front yard down below, bordered by white picket fences.
  28. >And the rural village of Ponyville lies in the distance.
  29. >You live on the outskirts, just a short trail away from where most ponies roam.
  30. >You'd like to live closer to the commune—but you fear that you'd draw far too many noise complaints regarding your debauched lifestyle.
  31. >Speaking of debauchery…
  32. >After getting dressed, you turn around and head back to your bed.
  33. >It's a king-size, though there are days where you feel like not even that is enough.
  34. >But the size isn't what interests you—it's what lurks under the covers that does.
  35. >That same living, breathing lump under the covers that you had pushed off you earlier is still there.
  36. >Hm.
  37. >Now who could it be…?
  38. >You rest your hand on the mass.
  39. >It's soft, and it murmurs under your touch.
  40. >Your fingers freely explore this lump's contours
  41. >Yep. It's a pony.
  42. >Or, to be precise—it's a foal.
  43. >One that has neither horn or wings.
  44. >Your attentive rubbing has a not-so-surprising effect on the concealed foal.
  45. >"Aaah~" it moans out.
  46. >It's a brusque, feminine moan—deep and defiant.
  47. >So there's an earth pony—a filly—with a brusque voice that's sleeping in your bed…
  48. >That narrows down your list of suspects to just one.
  49. >You give the lump a few pats.
  50. "Hey, Babs."
  51. >"Nngh…"
  52. >She fidgets in place.
  53. >But that's all she does.
  54. "Babs, get up."
  55. >"Pweh…don't wanna…"
  56. "Hm."
  57. >You reach up to the top of the covers—
  58. >And yank them over the lump, revealing the upper half of your bedridden filly.
  59. >Her fur is orange-brown, while her mane is two shades of red—done up in a comb over.
  60. >"Guh…no…fuhgeddaboudit…" She winces at the intrusive rays of light.
  61. >She raises her forehooves to shield her eyes, groaning all the while.
  62. >This Seed isn't very receptive to sunlight, it seems.
  63.  
  64. >But what she *is* receptive to—
  65. >Is being one of your wives.
  66. >Babs Seed.
  67. >She's a rough-and-tumble filly from the city.
  68. >And she's a lazy one, too.
  69. "Come on. Get your fat ass up."
  70. >At the sound of your voice, she takes her forehooves away from her face, revealing those deep green eyes of hers—
  71. >And that knowing smirk on her face.
  72. >"Hey…y'know you like my fat butt…"
  73. >You suck in your bottom lip, your eyes daring to drift towards her filled-out flanks.
  74. >They're tantalisingly thick—yet remain tauntingly veiled from view under the bed covers.
  75. >Your eyes betray you.
  76. "…I do."
  77. >As do your words.
  78. >"Den take a good, long look, big guy~"
  79. >In one swift motion, she flips the bed sheets the rest of the back, revealing her plump form.
  80. >She's lying on her side, one thick hindleg crossed over the other.
  81. >She might be a cousin to the Apples—but she's built like a pear.
  82. >"'Course…if ya wanna do more dan look…"
  83. >Propping her head up with one forehoof, she tenderly circles her scissor-marked flank with the other.
  84. >Her eyes lid, and her smile becomes more sultry by the second, confident that she'll soon have you secured within her lazy grasp.
  85. "U-um…"
  86. >The day has barely even started—and you have already been seduced into near-silence.
  87. >A languid, bed-bound fate awaits you—one of snuggling and cuddling and so much more.
  88. >It's a fate that washes over your will, leaving you powerless to resist.
  89. >Is this truly all it takes to steal your day away—the lax wiles of a well-curved filly?
  90. >Will the Seed take your seed?
  91. >…
  92. >No.
  93. >For all is not yet lost.
  94. >There is another seed that has taken root deep within your mind—the seed of rationality.
  95. >It's one that remembers the seven *other* reasons to start the day.
  96. >So you clear your throat and straighten your posture—which has been uncomfortably hunched forward over Babs's lain form.
  97. "The others will be expecting us downstairs."
  98. >She quirks an eyebrow.
  99. >"They ain't expectin' us right now, are dey?"
  100. >After rolling onto her back, she splays out her hindlegs, revealing her soft pudgy belly to you.
  101. >She holds out her forelegs to you expectantly—enticingly.
  102. >"C'mon Anon…have a lie in with me… Y'know ya wanna~"
  103. >This filly is dangerous.
  104. >A modern-day Medusa.
  105. >Remember rationality, dear Anon.
  106. >Remember it.
  107. >And so, you *re-straighten* your posture, tucking your hands behind your back just in case.
  108. "Alright, suit yourself."
  109. >"Eh…?"
  110. >You turn away from her.
  111. "If you wanna stay cooped up in here, then I'll let the girls downstairs know to skip your portion of breakfast."
  112. >You hear her scrambling on the bed.
  113. >"Whoa whoa whoa hey HEY! I'm up! I'm up!"
  114. >Hooves hit your bedroom floor, and Babs soon trots up to your side.
  115. >She looks up at you and casually gives her mane a quick puff of air.
  116. >"C'mon, let's go. Don't wanna be late."
  117.  
  118. >Incidentally, all of the doors in your house have little handles near the bottom.
  119. >Thankfully, the handles at human height work just as well, so you exit your love den without a fuss.
  120. >Leaving your bedroom, you and Babs step out into the hallway.
  121. >The house you live in is of generous size, which is appropriate—considering your family of nine.
  122. >So you have a few rooms to pass by as you head towards the stairs.
  123. >Such as a particular room that's on your left.
  124. >This room's door is painted in the deep blues of the night sky, and there is a plaque of a white crescent moon hanging near the top.
  125. >On the other side of this door, you can hear faint grumbling and the crumpling of paper; the room's occupant is clearly busy, so you decide to leave them alone.
  126. >Continuing down the hallway, you've got a couple storage closets—multiple bathrooms—a spare bedroom…
  127. >Ah, and a study room; the door to this is slightly ajar, and you can hear a couple of girlish giggles coming from within.
  128. >Might as well check in and see what they're up to.
  129. >You rest your hand on the door frame.
  130. >"Eh…"
  131. >You look back to Babs; she has part of her lip sucked in and her brows knitted as she glances at the door.
  132. >After giving her mane another nonchalant puff, she looks up at you.
  133. >"Think I'll go on ahead of you. Grub's waitin' for me."
  134. "Fair enough; see you soon."
  135. >Babs heads down the stairs—which are only a few paces away.
  136. >Meanwhile, you push open the door and head into the study.
  137. >Due to the somewhat *unique* circumstances surrounding the members of your harem—nearly all of them still attend school.
  138. >And studious students do so love to study studiously—hence why you converted one of your spare rooms into a study.
  139. >The middle of the room is unobstructed, while the sides of the study are stuffed with stacked shelves and dependable drawers; there's also a window bringing in sunlight from the left side.
  140. >On the far end of the room, there's a long desk that extends all way from the left side of the room to the right; it's lined with cushioned stools.
  141. >Right in the middle of this long desk, it's sectioned off into two halves by the presence of a large, dual-sided bookshelf that runs perpendicular to it.
  142. >Incidentally, the whole room is sectioned off into two halves like this.
  143. >From the carpet, to the wallpaper, to the furnishings themselves: everything is colour-coded—two colours for two different school curricula.
  144. >On the left side, everything's coloured a deep lavender.
  145. >It's the colour of Friendship—or at least, the School of Friendship.
  146. >This space is unoccupied for the time being, its students elsewhere in your house.
  147. >On the right side, everything's coloured a sharp red.
  148. >It's the colour of Practicality—or rather, the Ponyville Schoolhouse.
  149. >It's also the side that's currently in use.
  150.  
  151. >The two girlishly giggling fillies that you had heard earlier are seated at the desk with their backs turned to you; one has a pink coat, while the other has a silver coat.
  152. >They're both earth ponies—like Babs.
  153. >The similarities end there, though.
  154. >Having had enough of gawking at both the room's layout and its inhabitants, you step forward and onto the reddish carpet.
  155. >As you draw closer, both fillies' ears perk up at your footsteps.
  156. >The silver filly quickly turns around to face you.
  157. >Her mane is a lighter shade of grey compared to her fur; it's short at the front, while the back is done up in a long braid.
  158. >Her violet eyes are hidden behind a pair of blue spectacles, yet you can tell that she's happy to see you all the same.
  159. >Her look is one of practised politeness.
  160. >"Good morning, Mister Anon!"
  161. "Good morning, Silver."
  162. >Silver Spoon.
  163. >She smiles at you and does your taxes.
  164. >She's alright.
  165. >The other filly sighs in barely concealed frustration before partially turning around to face you.
  166. >Her well-groomed mane is a two-tone of purple and white, and she wears an expensive-looking tiara on top of it all.
  167. >She rests one of her forehooves on Silver's shoulder, while her bored blue eyes gaze in your direction.
  168. >Her look is one of practised superiority.
  169. >"Hmph. Look who finally decided to wake up. Did you have fun sleeping your obligations away?"
  170. "Yes, yes. Nice to see you too, Diamond."
  171. >Diamond Tiara.
  172. >She sneers at you and calls you stinky.
  173. >She's not alright.
  174. >But she's still your fillywife, so what can you do.
  175. >You walk closer to them.
  176. "What are you two girls up to?"
  177. >Diamond turns up her snout.
  178. >"Wouldn't *you* like to know?"
  179. "Yes. That's why I'm asking."
  180. >Diamond replies with a scrunched up snout and narrowed eyes.
  181. >And Silver swivels around on her stool, nearly causing the leaning Diamond to lose her balance.
  182. >On the desk, you see two sets of worksheets—one for each filly.
  183. >"Cheerilee set us math homework, so we're working on that right now," Silver responds.
  184. >"Yes, and we are *very* busy!" Diamond adds. "We certainly don't need any lazy, smelly *ape-things* hanging around!"
  185. "Oh really? How busy?"
  186. >You place your hands on your hips.
  187. "Is it due today?"
  188. >Diamond's lips purse and her eyes flit to the side, silent.
  189. >Silver also doesn't respond; instead, she takes up a pencil in her mouth and silently writes on one of the homework sheets.
  190. >…She's writing on one that has the name "Diamond Tiara" signed at the top; you notice that Silver's homework sheets have already been filled out.
  191.  
  192. >"A-and what's it to you, huh?" Diamond snaps. "We'll have it all done by breakfast time, so leave us alone already!"
  193. "Well, as your husband—I'd say it's in my best interest to make sure my wives aren't slacking in their education."
  194. >You throw a glance over at Silver and her…mouthwriting.
  195. "Although in this case, I've clearly only got *one* wife to worry about—since it looks like Silver's pulling double duty on homework."
  196. >Diamond looks at her homework for a couple of seconds.
  197. >And then back to you.
  198. >After squinting her eyes, she aggressively bats a forehoof in your direction.
  199. >"Shoo, shoo!"
  200. >You roll your eyes, but you decide to leave them to it for the time being.
  201.  
  202. >Leaving the study, you head downstairs into the living room.
  203. >As you take a few steps onto familiar blue carpet, you glance around.
  204. >It's a nice, spacious area—one that's clearly been well-populated by plenty of tiny horses.
  205. >Framed pictures line the walls; some depict fond memories, some depict grand achievements—while others are just cute scribblings of houses and trees.
  206. >Populating the shelves are comic books and potted plants aplenty, and—
  207. >A pair of pink hooves suddenly wrap themselves around your eyes from behind.
  208. "Ah."
  209. >You stop, lest you trip on something in your soft sightlessness.
  210. >Directly behind your noggin, you can hear playful humming; it's accompanied by gentle, fluttering wingbeats.
  211. >"Guess whooo~?"
  212. "Hm…"
  213. >You slowly raise one of your hands…
  214. "I can hear the flapping of wings."
  215. >…and you rest your hand upon your organic blindfold.
  216. >The fur feels like silk, and the fetlocks are well-trimmed.
  217. "These hooves are very soft; someone's been taking good care of her coat."
  218. >You hear a happy giggle.
  219. >"So you noticed~! Anything else?"
  220. >After humming a bit, you sniff the air.
  221. >Being in such close proximity to your childish assailant, you get a good whiff of her pleasant perfume.
  222. "Smells like flowers."
  223. >"Yep! It's the scent of snowdrops!"
  224. >The filly at your back flutters up to rest her head on your head and her hindlegs on your shoulders.
  225. >"Figured it out yet?"
  226. "Pink hooves; can fly; smells good…"
  227. >You cross your arms and tut.
  228. "Agh, there's still too many candidates…"
  229. >"I'll give you another hint, then."
  230. >Her tone lowers to a breathy whisper.
  231. >"She's your favourite~"
  232. "Favourite? But I don't play favourites."
  233. >"Oh, I know."
  234. >She rubs her chin against the top of your head.
  235. >"But if you *did*…who's the first filly that comes to mind? Come on, you can tell me~! I can keep a secret~!"
  236. "Hah, you're putting me on the spot here…"
  237. >You sigh.
  238. "But if I *really* had to choose, I suppose I'd pick…"
  239. >You chew your lip for a bit, ruminating on your answer.
  240. "…a particular pink princess, perhaps?"
  241. >Your answer is met with brief silence.
  242. >And then a loud groan.
  243. >"Ugh. Are you serious?"
  244. >You chuckle and give the forehooves still laxly latched around your face a jovial tap.
  245. "Of course I'm not, Cozy."
  246.  
  247. >The filly dislodges herself from the back of your head and flitters around to your front.
  248. >Now having been granted eyesight once more, you can now gaze upon your sweet-smelling saboteur.
  249. >She's a pegasus, naturally; her fur is salmon pink, and her baby blue mane has been meticulously curled into ringlets.
  250. >She's also scowling at you with squinted scarlet eyes.
  251. >"Hmph."
  252. "Aw, hey. I knew it was you all along."
  253. >Cozy Glow.
  254. >She's "reformed."
  255. >A while back, she had set about a world-ending plan to siphon all magic from Equestria.
  256. >She was thwarted, obviously—as she wouldn't be here otherwise.
  257. >Unfortunately for Cozy, there's a certain caveat that comes with schemes to conquer all of civilisation—
  258. >Whenever you fail in said schemes, civilisation tends to demand righteous retribution towards its aggressor—filly or otherwise.
  259. >And so, while the jury was deliberating between indefinite imprisonment within the depths of Tartarus or perpetual petrification within the Royal Gardens—you put forward the idea of keeping watch over her in your harem.
  260. >Thankfully (for you, at least), you are a human with royal connections, so your suggestion went through.
  261. >And now you've got a manipulative, megalomaniacal filly in your harem.
  262. >Cozy is absolutely head over hooves for you because of how you had "saved" her.
  263. >At least, you *think* that's the reason she's so affectionate towards you.
  264. >That doesn't stop her from giving you a firm boop on the nose, though.
  265. "Ow!"
  266. >You cup your nose, staggering a step back.
  267. >Her pout softens after having relieved some of her frustration onto your face.
  268. >"Gosh, you're such a tease, Nonny! You get me so riled up sometimes!"
  269. "I-isn't that a good thing?"
  270. >"Mm, well, maybe."
  271. >She rests one forehoof on your cupped hand, rubbing it gently; she rests her other forehoof on your shoulder.
  272. >"There's a *fun* kind of teasing, and then there's the *mean* kind, you know?"
  273. >With subtle nudges and deliberate bumps, you feel yourself being slowly spun around at her suggestion.
  274. >"With the *mean* kind, you taunt and tease an honest filly with honest feelings, only to leave her high and dry at the end of it all—and then you get poked in the nose."
  275. >She pushes your hand away from your nose, and her face gradually closes in on yours; reflexively, you find yourself stepping back away from her.
  276. >"But with the *fun* kind, we get to work each *other* up—and then maybe *you'll* be the one doing the poking…"
  277. "I-I see."
  278. >She's close enough that you can identify each individual freckle on her face.
  279. >"So, Nonny…"
  280. >Her expression turns to one of sultry intent.
  281. >"Wanna poke me back?"
  282. "U-um…"
  283. >You try to take another step back—but you find that your back is already against the wall.
  284. >She has you completely cornered in her little game—she's a little lioness eyeing up her meaty mouse.
  285.  
  286. >Cozy is a dangerous filly—perhaps the most dangerous one here—not just because of her villainous past, but because of her lusty present, too.
  287. >Should you tumble down into this tempest of scarlet-hued salacity—willingly or otherwise—there's no telling when she'll let you resurface.
  288. >If ever.
  289. >Remember rationality, dear Anon.
  290. >Remember it.
  291. >Thankfully, the rumbly in your tumbly has its priorities straight.
  292. "I, uh, I should get started on breakfast."
  293. >"Oh!"
  294. >Her eyes widen and she quickly pulls away from you.
  295. >Like a switch being flicked, her smile is once again one of purest innocence.
  296. >"You don't have to worry about breakfast! I've got it covered for today."
  297. "You do?"
  298. >"Yup! Me and…"
  299. >She makes air quotes with her forehooves.
  300. >"That 'particular pink princess.'"
  301. "Right…"
  302. >You clear your throat.
  303. "But if you've got it covered, shouldn't you be *in* the kitchen—not out of it?"
  304. >She rests her chin on both forehooves and gives you puppy-dog eyes.
  305. >"Aw, I only came out to see how my sleepy hubby was doing…"
  306. >After pulling one of her forehooves away from her face, she gazes over in the direction of the kitchen with a thoughtful hum.
  307. >"But you're right; I should go and make sure she isn't messing anything up! Make yourself comfortable—we'll call you when it's ready!"
  308. "Okay—"
  309. >She quickly zips away and into the kitchen, leaving you by your lonesome.
  310.  
  311. >Feeling victoriously unmolested, you stride forwards towards the centre of the living room.
  312. >In this centre of family living, you see a crowd of cushiony couches that circle a coffee table.
  313. >After taking a seat on one of your loveseats, you spy another familiar filly seated on an armchair adjacent to you.
  314. >She's a little pegasus with an indigo coat; her short, sporty mane is a two-tone of greyish pinks and blues.
  315. >Her violet eyes are entirely focused on the sports magazine that rests of the arm of her chair; she hasn't spared you a single glance.
  316. "Hey Wind."
  317. >She spends a few more seconds reading the current page of her magazine,
  318. >wets her hoof,
  319. >then flips over to the next page.
  320. >"Hm."
  321. >Wind Sprint.
  322. >You're still not sure if she's tsundere or if she just dislikes you.
  323. "How are you doing, Wind?"
  324. >"Hm."
  325. >Good talk.
  326. >Wind doesn't speak much.
  327. >It's not like she's shy or anything.
  328. >She's just not much of a conversationalist—especially when it comes to you.
  329. >She's not much for bedtime fun, either.
  330. >And by "not much"—you mean she opts out of all lewd activities.
  331. >You'd be lying if you said that you weren't at least a little disappointed in her decision.
  332. >But while she might be a part of your harem—you also don't want to force things on her.
  333. >Which means that she's essentially a normal filly who lives in your house while doing normal filly things—such as studying, playing outside, or sitting on her favourite chair while reading a magazine.
  334.  
  335. >She may be a non-sexual drain on your resources, but you don't mind housing a filly like this—you put up with Diamond Tiara every day, after all.
  336. >But it makes you wonder why Wind joined up for your harem in the first place.
  337. >She keeps to herself, for the most part; predictably, she isn't part of the rich kid's clique.
  338. >But Babs has managed to strike up a friendship with her; they bond over whatever it is that sporty fillies like to bond over.
  339. >It gives you hope that, one day, she'll open up to the rest of your harem.
  340. >For now, though, she prefers to play the part of the aloof loner.
  341. >That all being said, she isn't even the only loneliest loner in your motley group.
  342. >You can feel a deep chill within your very bones—something else approaches.
  343. >Out from the corner of your eye, you see the staircase that leads up to the second floor.
  344. >And next to that staircase—there's a door.
  345. >You see—and hear—that door slowly creak open.
  346. >As the gap widens, you see that the doorway is a portal—one that leads down into the Stygian abyss known as your basement.
  347. >No-one goes in there—no-one sane, anyway.
  348. >The reason why—
  349. >Is currently crawling out of those dark depths.
  350. >It's small and filly-shaped—
  351. >But it's not a filly.
  352. >Its pitch black body is stained with sickly splotches of grey, and there is a greenish band around its waist.
  353. >Its short, seaweed-like mane is coloured a murky cerulean, and it's perforated by unnatural-looking holes.
  354. >Similar holes also perforate its mane, its limbs, and even its crooked horn.
  355. >Once it fully emerges, its piercing jade eyes scan the room.
  356. >It makes eye contact with you.
  357. >And it slowly lumbers towards you, its limbs cricking with each step it takes along your carpet.
  358. >As it draws ever closer, you can see the thin, ebony crown that adorns its head; it's tipped with small orbs at the end.
  359. >Once it reaches the foot of your couch, it unfurls its holey, cerulean-tinted wings and hovers up into the air, emitting a low, harsh buzz all the while.
  360. >When it lands on the cushion next to yours, the buzzing stops.
  361. >And it regards you with a sharp glare.
  362. >"Human."
  363. >Its feminine, warbling voice reverberates throughout your ears like the buzzing of a bee.
  364. "Chrysalis."
  365. >Chrysalis.
  366. >Former Queen of the Changelings.
  367. >Current Member of your Harem.
  368. >She's a changeling—a bug-like being that can change its physical appearance however it pleases.
  369. >This filly-like form she takes is one such fabrication that she's crafted.
  370. >Because it's one that gets her exactly what she desires from you.
  371. >"I require feeding."
  372. >She doesn't wait on your answer; she hovers up to meet you at eye level, resting her forehooves on your shoulders to steady herself.
  373. >Her face is inches away from yours—yet she doesn't draw any closer than that.
  374. >Instead, she closes her eyes and unhinges her jaw; her horn also glows green.
  375. >This isn't a kiss.
  376. >This is…feeding.
  377.  
  378. >It's very faint, but you can see a pink wisp travelling from your face and heading straight into her open maw.
  379. >That pink wisp is your "love"—and her sustenance.
  380. >The sensation of it leaving your body is a tingly one—but it doesn't hurt.
  381. >You know she's going to want more than this, though.
  382. >So you have to focus.
  383. >All you have to do is close your eyes and think of her.
  384. >…
  385. >You had found Chrysalis stumbling around the outskirts of the Everfree.
  386. >She was starving to the point of delirium.
  387. >Chrysalis is a villain who has made several attempts to conquer Equestria—a couple of them you were unlucky enough to witness first hand.
  388. >But despite her past of self-serving scoundrelism, you couldn't bring yourself to leave her in that half-dead state.
  389. >So you took her in.
  390. >She now resides in your basement, only coming out when necessary.
  391. >Her heart is as black as the chitin that covers her body.
  392. >She takes, but she does not—can not—give back.
  393. >It's in her very nature as a changeling; her immense pride prohibits her from taking any other path.
  394. >And yet…despite all that…
  395. >You'd love for her to reciprocate your feelings, one day.
  396. >"Ah…" she sighs in satisfaction.
  397. >You open your eyes.
  398. >And see hers pulsing with life.
  399. >The last traces of energy from your current "session" travel down her throat.
  400. >She closes her mouth, sloppily swirling her slithery tongue all across her face and humming with delight.
  401. >For your part, this act of love-transferral only leaves you moderately short of breath.
  402. >According to your peers, you apparently have a lot of love to give—most creatures would have already perished if they spent this many "sessions" feeding a royal changeling.
  403. >Perhaps this is yet another perk of your extradimensional nature.
  404. >Chrysalis pulls away from you and sits down on the couch, her lips slightly curving upwards.
  405. >"An acceptable feast, human."
  406. "G-glad I could assist."
  407. >She never refers to you by name.
  408. >But at least she's polite enough to not call you "ape-thing."
  409. >That's as far as her courtesy goes, though.
  410. >She doesn't love you.
  411. >But at least this way—her plans to overthrow Equestria are put on hold for the time being.
  412. >You're reminded of the other villainous member of your harem.
  413. >Cozy and Chrysalis both have a history of villainy—yet they couldn't be any more different.
  414. >For one, Cozy smells nice.
  415. >Chrysalis smells like a bog.
  416. >Her natural odour is making your nose wrinkle.
  417. >You catch Wind's snout wrinkling as well—but she doesn't say anything; you don't blame her.
  418. >"Wow…" you hear a chipper voice coming from behind you.
  419. >Chrysalis's eyes travel downwards, soon focusing on something past your side.
  420. >Her subtle smile is quickly replaced with an obvious frown.
  421. >You turn around.
  422. >And you see a filly standing right by your couch.
  423. >But this isn't just any filly—
  424. >This one is an alicorn.
  425.  
  426. >Her coat is a pale pink, and her swirly curly mane is a mosh pit of purple, pink and blue.
  427. >She's slightly taller than the rest of your fillies.
  428. >Also, she's got HUGE wings—ones that could easily wrap you up in a full-body winghug if she so pleased.
  429. >She easily wingmogs every other member of your harem, that's for sure.
  430. >Her bubbly blue eyes quickly meet yours, and she waves a wing at you with a wide smile.
  431. >"Morning, Nonny!"
  432. "Morning, Flurry."
  433. >Flurry Heart.
  434. >She's the daughter of the Princess of Love.
  435. >And you have a sneaking suspicion that she's the Princess of Lust.
  436. >Why? Because—
  437. >"Looks like you were having lots of fun together~"
  438. >Flurry makes kissy faces at the both of you.
  439. "Ahah, yeah…"
  440. >"We were *not* kissing," Chrysalis swiftly retorts. "I was *feeding.*"
  441. >"Oh, don't worry, I could tell!"
  442. >Flurry hops onto the couch next to you, standing on the side that's opposite Chrysalis.
  443. >"Because, you see—"
  444. >She rears up on her hindlegs and wraps her forelegs around your head, pulling you close.
  445. >"—this is how you kiss~"
  446. >She presses her lips against yours—
  447. >And wastes no time plundering your mouth.
  448.  
  449. >You are Chrysalis.
  450. >And it has been five minutes.
  451. >Five. WHOLE. MINUTES—
  452. >Since that wretched filly had started mashing her mouth against that human's.
  453. >Why are you still watching them go at it?
  454. >So you can give them the most disgusted glare you can once they've finished, of course.
  455.  
  456. >You are Anonymous.
  457. >And you have just been thoroughly, orally violated.
  458. >Flurry finally pulls away from your face, leaving a thick trail of filly saliva behind.
  459. >"Mwah~"
  460. >She laps around your lips a few times for good measure.
  461. >You feel far more drained than any feeding session that you've had with Chrysalis.
  462. >And you're not entirely sure what day it is.
  463. >Morning day?
  464. >Yeah. It's morning day.
  465. >Sitting back on her haunches and exhaling in deep satisfaction, Flurry's eyes flit past you.
  466. >"Oh, Chryssie! What's with the scowl?"
  467. >"Your bottomless lust is an affront to my refined senses."
  468. >"Aw, come on. Don't knock it 'til you try it!"
  469. >"And become just like you? No."
  470. >"Could you at least smile more? It's good for you!"
  471. >"I will never stoop to your level you…"
  472. >You tune their conversation out while you catch your breath.
  473. >Gazing at Flurry, you see how both her mane and tail bounce with each word she utters.
  474. >She's an overly eager filly, but she never fails to brighten up your day.
  475. >There's just one minor, extra detail with this one—
  476. >She's a time traveller from the future.
  477. >The *current* Flurry Heart is an innocent baby foal living her innocent baby life over in the Crystal Empire.
  478. >And *this* Flurry Heart is a filly with plenty of love *and* lust to give to her favourite human.
  479. >Both her temporal situation and personal feelings have made her reluctant to return home—present or future.
  480. >So right now—she's living with you.
  481. >She's the first member of your harem.
  482. >And she's also the reason you have a harem in the first place—it was her idea.
  483.  
  484. >How exactly it came to be is a long story, but basically—when a lusty little alicorn falls out of a time warp and asks you if you want to start a filly harem, you did what any red-blooded filly lover would do:
  485. >You said yes, obviously.
  486. >And soon enough—you found your home growing in both size and residents.
  487. >They all come from different walks of life—with one coming from a different time of life.
  488. >And you love them all.
  489. >Flurry and Chrysalis are still talking (or perhaps arguing), so you tune back in.
  490. >"…STINK?!" Chrysalis snaps. "You have no idea how far my changelings would go just for a chance to bask in my queenly aroma!"
  491. >"Yeah, but I'm not a changeling, so…"
  492. >You notice that Flurry has procured a bottle of perfume from somewhere; she holds it within her golden magical grip.
  493. >And she suddenly spritzes Chrysalis with said perfume.
  494. >"GAH!"
  495. >Chrysalis recoils backwards—
  496. >And quickly recovers; she then hisses at Flurry, pupils narrowed into slits.
  497. >"HSSS!"
  498. "Heh—"
  499. >And then Flurry spritzes you, too.
  500. "AH!"
  501. >Finally, she spritzes herself.
  502. >"And one for me, ah~!" she moans in delight.
  503. >Finished, she floats her perfume over to a nearby shelf.
  504. >You hear Wind snicker from where she's sitting.
  505. >Your shame smells like strawberries.
  506. >Now you feel violated in more ways than one.
  507. >Maybe Diamond was right all along.
  508. >Maybe you *are* stinky.
  509. >…
  510. "Um, Flurry…how's breakfast coming along? Since you're over here and all…"
  511. >"Oh, Glowie's got it covered, don't worry!"
  512. "Ah."
  513. >"…Not that it matters to me," Chrysalis begins, "but how can you be sure that she isn't poisoning it right now?"
  514. >"Wha—no, she wouldn't do that! Glowie's a good filly!"
  515. >Chrysalis silently quirks an eyebrow.
  516. >Flurry throws a brief glance over in the direction of the kitchen.
  517. >"A-and Babsy's keeping an eye on her, anyway! She'll know if something's up!"
  518. >"Shirking your duties onto somepony else, I see. How very noble of you."
  519. >"Ah, well, I, uh…"
  520. >Flurry shuffles her folded wings, flitting her eyes around the room.
  521.  
  522. >After a few seconds of frantic eye flitting, she looks back at Chrysalis with a burst of renewed cheer.
  523. >"O-oh, hey, Chryssie! Are you planning on joining us for breakfast this morning? We're having pancakes~!"
  524. >Chrysalis turns up her snout.
  525. >"I do not consume that saccharine swill you ponies call food—I've already had my fill for the morning, regardless."
  526. >"Are you suuure? They're made with looove~!"
  527. >Chrysalis rolls her eyes.
  528. >"A meaningless idiom. They're made with eggs, flour, and milk."
  529. >"And love, too! Lots and lots of love! Trust me!"
  530. >Flurry rests her forehooves on your lap and leans forward towards Chrysalis.
  531. >"You're gonna regret it for the rest of your life if you don't try these pancakes!"
  532. >Chrysalis squints her eyes.
  533. >"…You are going to pester me until I say yes, aren't you?"
  534. >"Yep!"
  535. >Chrysalis closes her eyes and sighs, ruminating on her royal roadblock.
  536. >After a good deal of ruminating, she responds.
  537. >"Very well, then."
  538. >Flurry opens her mouth to make a squeak of success—
  539. >"But do not disappoint me, Daughter of Cadenza," Chrysalis quickly adds. "These pancakes better provide me with the sustenance that you claim they do—else you court your early demise."
  540. >Flurry closes her mouth and nervously titters.
  541. >Soon after, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon come down the stairs, giggling to themselves about something or other.
  542. >And when she lays eyes on you, Diamond is quick to turn up her snout in disgust—
  543. >Just as she is quick to lower it upon noticing Flurry's presence right beside you.
  544. >Leaving two cartoonish dust clouds behind, both fillies zip over to the front of the couch—right in front of Flurry.
  545. >"P-princess Flurry Heart!" Diamond exclaims. "Wh-what a pleasant surprise it is to see you here!"
  546. "We all live in the same house."
  547. >Diamond flashes you an annoyed glare for a half-second before smiling back at Flurry.
  548. >"W-would you look a hoofrub? M-maybe we can get you some tea?"
  549. >"Or we could give you a wing massage?" Silver adds.
  550. >"Y-yeah! Or a wing massage!" Diamond adds even more. "Anything at all—you name it, we'll do it!"
  551. >Flurry's ears flatten.
  552. >"Um, it's okay, girls. You really don't have to…"
  553. >"No, no, I—" Diamond pulls a forehoof over Silver and brings her close. "—WE insist! You're the Princess of this house—our leader! It's only right that your loyal subjects give you the respect you so rightfully deserve!"
  554. >"I—no, really, it's, um…" Flurry mutters.
  555. >As Flurry squirms under the unwanted attention that she's receiving, you look around the room.
  556. >Chrysalis is sneering at Flurry,
  557. >Wind Sprint is rolling her eyes at the scene,
  558. >and to top it all off—Babs Seed suddenly stomps into the living room and shouts out:
  559. >"Hey! Grub's ready!"
  560. >The grub is indeed ready.
  561.  
  562. >…
  563. >It's time for breakfast; you all sit in the dining room around a table.
  564. >Your wooden dining table is circular in shape; it hangs low to the floor so your fillies can properly reach it.
  565. >They've all got chairs, while you sit cross-legged.
  566. >On your left side—you have Cozy Glow sitting next to you, followed by Babs, Wind, and then Chrysalis near the end.
  567. >On your right side—you have Flurry Heart cosying up to you, followed by Silver, Diamond, and then an empty seat near the end.
  568. >Today's menu is syrupy pancakes with a side of hot cocoa.
  569. >Very nice.
  570. >Babs has her hindlegs up on the table, angled in Diamond's direction.
  571. >Not very nice.
  572. "Babs, take your legs off the table, please; it's unhygienic."
  573. >"You got it, boss." She promptly lowers her hindlegs.
  574. >Thinking about it, is it really unhygienic? Both sets of hooves tend to go in the same areas, and everyone's got their forehooves *on* the table so—
  575. >"Yeah, Babs!" Diamond exclaims. "Keep those filthy, mud-caked hooves off of our nice table! Not only is it unhygienic—it's *unsightly,* too!"
  576. >"Mud-caked—"
  577. >Babs shakes her head and snorts.
  578. >"—an' I suppose you've neva walked on dirt, den?"
  579. >"I keep my hooves on the *right* side of the road, for your information! And if I *do* happen to step in anything *muddy* and *poor*—then I always make sure *wash* myself afterwards."
  580. >Babs crosses her forelegs and raises an eyebrow.
  581. >"An' by washin'—you mean dat full hour ya spend every day takin' a bubble bath? That what ya sayin'?"
  582. >"What I'm SAYING is that SOME of us—" She throws a quick glance to Silver. "—actually practise good hygiene here!"
  583. >Silver nods with an affirmative hum.
  584. >Babs chuckles.
  585. >"Yea, now if only you was as dilligent with your homework—*den* we'd be gettin' somewhere!"
  586. >Diamond scoffs.
  587. >"For YOUR information, WE finished our homework right on time!"
  588. >Diamond leans forward with a smug smirk.
  589. >"AND we'll get a higher mark than YOU!"
  590. >Babs rolls her eyes.
  591. >"Oh yeah? 'You' finished it? Or was it your crony dat did it for ya? Bettin' it was da latter."
  592. >Silver clicks her tongue at Babs's "crony" remark, but doesn't say anything.
  593. >"My FRIEND helped me with it, Babs," Diamond jeers. "I know it must be hard for you to imagine a FRIEND being there for you—seeing as you don't have any!"
  594. >Babs scowls.
  595. "Okay Diamond, that's enough—"
  596. >"YOU stay out of this, monkey!" Diamond snaps at you.
  597. >Babs slams her forehooves on the table.
  598. >"Hey! Don'tchu call Anon a monkey you…you…you posh pig!"
  599. >Diamond gasps.
  600. >"P-posh pig?!"
  601. >"Yeah!"
  602. >Babs pushes up her snout with a forehoof, flaring out her nostrils.
  603. >"Oink oink oink!"
  604. >Diamond's snobby pink cheeks have now turned a furious red.
  605. >"H-how dare you! I-I'm not gonna take this from some—"
  606. >"GIRLS!" Flurry shouts.
  607.  
  608. >The argument stops dead in its tracks at the princess's booming voice.
  609. >With all eyes now on her, Flurry takes a deep breath and forces a smile.
  610. >"Please, can we keep the fighting to a minimum?"
  611. >Diamond quickly straightens her posture and clears her throat.
  612. >"R-right away, Princess Flurry Heart!"
  613. >"Y-yes! Our sincerest apologies for the disruption!" Silver adds, despite barely being present.
  614. >Both rich fillies bow their heads towards Flurry in shame.
  615. >Babs casually blows up a puff of air up her mane and looks away.
  616. >"Pfft. Whatevs."
  617. >You can hear a barely audible "aw" from Cozy.
  618.  
  619. >The ruckus at the table quiets down as everyone eats their breakfast in relative silence.
  620. >For Wind Sprint, such silence is just business as usual.
  621. >And as for Chrysalis, you see her taking a bite of her pancake before she quietly hums to herself.
  622. >You take a bite of your own pancake.
  623. >It is quite nice.
  624. >…For the record, breakfast doesn't usually devolve into arguments like this.
  625. >It only devolves into an argument when Diamond feels particularly bitchy that morning.
  626. >And it pretty much always defuses the same way.
  627. >Diamond, total suck-up that she is, immediately ceases all antagonism whenever a princess commands it.
  628. >It's enough to get you thinking on the reasons that each filly has for joining this harem.
  629. >It's abundantly clear to you that they're not all doing this purely out of desire for your degenerate filly-loving HMD.
  630. >Some do it for love; some do it as a twisted form of atonement; one does it strictly for sustenance…
  631. >While others do it so they can bump rumps with royalty.
  632. >…There's still one more member of your harem that has yet to show her face.
  633. >You doubt that she'll miss breakfast, but you suspect that she's pulled another strenuous all-nighter again.
  634.  
  635. >You hear the door behind you suddenly slam open.
  636. >So you turn around.
  637. >And see "her," standing proudly at your doorway—
  638. >The second alicorn filly in your harem.
  639. >Her coat shines like a lustrous lapis, while her curled mane sparkles like a solid sapphire.
  640. >She bears no crown, but she radiates regality nonetheless.
  641. >Well, there's just one thing that's off about her.
  642. >Beneath her cyan eyes—you spot heavy eyebags.
  643. >"Y-your Majesty Princess Luna!" both Diamond and Silver exclaim at the same time.
  644. >Both Diamond and Silver bow their heads again—this time in reverence.
  645. >The lunar alicorn at the door lazily flops out her wings at the venerant sounds of her adoring fanbase.
  646. >"Yes. We have…" She yawns. "…I have arrived."
  647. >Princess Luna.
  648. >Still the Princess of the Moon—just now in a fun-size package.
  649. >In addition to her tiny stature, her mane and tail are unmoving, having lost the spectral lustre that they were once known for.
  650. >The culprit who had cursed her with such inertia was none other than her sister—Princess Celestia herself.
  651. >Apparently, the two sisters had gotten into a pretty heated dispute—something about the "Royal Cake Fund."
  652. >It ended with Luna committing an unconscionable crime—something *so* vile that it cannot be put into mere words.
  653. >Celestia's punishment was swift, yet some may call it cruel and unusual; she sealed away most of her sister's magic, reducing her form to that of a filly's.
  654. >Then she tasked her with finding true love as part of her penitence.
  655. >And yes—this punishment just happened to occur during the same period of time that you were looking for fillies for your harem.
  656. >Things just work out like that, you suppose.
  657. >Though if you had a tinfoil hat handy…
  658. >Anyway, Luna took it rather well, all things considered.
  659. >As your waking eyes meet with her tired ones in the kitchen, her lips slowly curve into a smile.
  660. >Luna languidly plods her way up to you.
  661. "Morning, Luna."
  662. >"Mm, morning…"
  663. >She stops at your left side and affectionately nuzzles—
  664. >"My beloved husband…"
  665. >—into Cozy Glow.
  666. >Said Cozy Glow giggles.
  667. >"Golly, I'm not your husband, Luna! I'm the filly you nearly sent to Tartarus, remember?"
  668. >Luna moves her head away from Cozy and examines the pegasus for a couple of seconds.
  669. >After a few blinks, she finally folds up her splayed wings and straightens her posture.
  670. >"Oh. Right."
  671.  
  672. >After giving *you* some affectionate nuzzles, Luna—
  673. >Clambers up onto the table.
  674. >And she makes her way across it; each slovenly stomp she takes rattles hardwood and tableware both.
  675. >Once she reaches the other side, she descends onto the spot between Chrysalis and Diamond—
  676. >By collapsing face-first onto the floor, rump raised in the air.
  677. >"Uuurgh…" she groans with clear fatigue in her voice.
  678. >"S-so graceful…" Diamond whispers without the slightest hint of sarcasm in her voice.
  679. >Even though she is part of your harem, Luna is ever the workaholic.
  680. >She has her own "Moon Room" in the house where she has the freedom to continue carrying out her duties.
  681. >Lamentably, her duties as Princess of the Night leaves her as quite the night owl; her sleeping hours differ from everyone else's.
  682. >She always makes sure to greet everyone in the morning—and then she passes out in her room until the evening.
  683. >Ever diligent, she has taken up a double-role as both a lunar princess and a primate lover—and she puts her best hoof forward in both aspects.
  684. >Unfortunately, her efforts tend to result in her looking *and* feeling like an extremely exhausted equine.
  685. >You admire her tenacity, but you also wish she would allow herself a moment to relax.
  686. >Luna re-orients herself to face the table and clears her throat.
  687. >"Mine sincerest apologies for my tardiness. T'would seem that the examination period will soon be upon the many foals of Equestria, and I had my hooves full quelling the many, many…"
  688. >She yawns.
  689. >"…many nightmares that lurked within the minds of our over-imaginative youth."
  690. >With a sigh, Luna's eyes drift down towards the pancake stack set on her table, before quickly flitting them back up.
  691. >"Ah, but enough about my own troubles. How is everypony doing on this fine morning? Have our young and bright minds been keeping up with their curricular?"
  692. >"Yes. We finished our homework right on time!"
  693. >"That's right!"
  694. >"Yeah. All done."
  695. >"Hm."
  696. >Luna nods with a pleased hum.
  697. >"Splendid. Now…"
  698. >Luna eyes her pancake once more.
  699. >And then literally dives into her pancake stack, taking a big bite of it.
  700. >Followed by a big chew.
  701. >Diamond Tiara, who had been expertly handling a fork with her forehooves up until this point, gently sets her cutlery down and begins mimicking Luna's table etiquette.
  702. >Silver Spoon—
  703. >Does not follow her friend's example, this time.
  704.  
  705. >…
  706. >Everyone's now back in the living room, packing up their bags for school.
  707. >Yes, even Chrysalis.
  708. >Begrudgingly.
  709. >"Gah! Let…go of me!"
  710. >You see Chrysalis being dragged away from the basement door by Luna's blue magical aura.
  711. >"As a…reforming villain…you must…ngh…take the proper steps to reform! We have been…ngh…over this!" Luna grunts through her magical hold.
  712. >You see Wind Sprint sitting on her armchair; her bag is already packed.
  713. >Flurry, on the other hand, is lounging across one of the couches.
  714. >You walk up to her.
  715. "Hey Flurry."
  716. >"Oh, hey Nonny! What's up?"
  717. "Just wanted to say thanks for diffusing the situation back there in the kitchen."
  718. >She dismissively waves her hoof with a smile.
  719. >"It was nothing, really. I just—"
  720. >You silence her with a quick smooch on the lips.
  721. >Pulling back, you give her a scritch under one of her ears.
  722. >"Ah…"
  723. "I mean it. You're a big help in keeping everything under control here. I'm really glad to have you around."
  724. >Her gentle smile soon transforms into a big dumb one.
  725. >"…Mm-hmm~"
  726. >After grabbing your own bag of supplies, you head to the front door.
  727. >Cozy intercepts you, hovering at eye level with her forehooves hidden behind her back.
  728. >"Heading out already, Anon?"
  729. "Yeah, might as well get a head start before the morning rush rolls in."
  730. >"Golly, that's a great idea!"
  731. >She reveals her forehooves, dangling your house keys around one of them.
  732. >"You wouldn't mind if your *star pupil* came with you, would you?" She flutters her eyelashes.
  733. "Hah, not a problem at all."
  734. >You teach at the School of Friendship, a place where Cozy still studies—despite her failed attempt to upend the place.
  735. >Money isn't an issue in this household—but you like having something to do.
  736. >Plus, this job also helps you keep a closer eye on some of the more "troublesome" members of your harem.
  737. >You turn around towards the centre of the room.
  738. >Looks like Luna has managed to get Chrysalis to pack her school bag.
  739. >"Meddlesome princess…" Chrysalis grumbles.
  740. >"Yes, yes." Luna rolls her eyes. "Now, if everypony is accounted for, I believe it is time for this 'meddlesome princess' to…" She yawns. "…rest."
  741. >Luna takes a few paces towards the stairs.
  742. >"W-wait, Auntie Lulu!" Flurry shouts.
  743. >Luna stops and tilts her head at Flurry.
  744. >"What is it, Flurry?"
  745. >"Just, um, could you—okay, there!"
  746. >You notice Flurry's horn has been glowing gold—
  747. >Just in time for her to launch a pink-hued spell up at the ceiling.
  748.  
  749. >The spell quickly dissipates, spreading a pink, sparkling mist throughout the room.
  750. >It both smells and tastes…spicy; this strange spell singes your senses and makes it increasingly hard to focus.
  751. >The fillies on the floor cough and groan through continued exposure to this mist.
  752. >"Uuugh, I feel sooo…itchy!" Diamond whines. "Silver Spooooon…help me out with thiiis!"
  753. >"Ah! Diii~! Get off of meee~!" Silver gasps out. "We need to…ahn~…we need to find Anon fiiirst~!"
  754. >"Ooh…dis…dis ain't so bad, actually…" you hear Babs moan from elsewhere. "Hey…where's Anon at~?"
  755. >You furrow your brows at Flurry, who is fanning herself with a forehoof while gazing at you.
  756. "Flurry…what have you done?"
  757. >"Oh, Nonny~!"
  758. >Flurry giggle-snorts.
  759. >"It's a libido spell~!"
  760. >Luna rubs her temple with a forehoof.
  761. >"Ah—Flurry…! What have I told you about…misusing your…haaah…"
  762. >Luna's forehoof lowers to the floor, and her eyes drift towards yours.
  763. >You catch traces of pink swirling within her pupils.
  764. >And a soft, sultry smile slowly adorns her face.
  765. >Flurry hops off of the couch and fixes upon you with a lecherous gaze—one that you've seen and experienced countless times before.
  766. >Wind Sprint is still seated, but one of her forehooves is positioned right between her thighs, while the other covers her mouth.
  767. >Diamond Tiara is vigorously rubbing herself up against Silver Spoon.
  768. >Nearly every other filly is slowly advancing towards you; the pink haze has clearly consumed them all.
  769. "Uh, girls?"
  770. >"Well…" a low, throaty whisper enters your ears.
  771. >You turn your head to see Cozy's face right up in your business.
  772. >She's biting her bottom lip, and she's heart pupilling—
  773. >Hard.
  774. >"Guess we'll have to deal with the morning rush after all, huh~?"
  775. >She flings your house keys over to some far corner in the room.
  776. >Out in the blurry distance, you see Chrysalis standing by the opened basement door.
  777. >"Ugh. Lust."
  778. >And she descends into the basement, unaffected and uncontested.
  779. >The rest of your harem swarm your legs—and you very quickly lose your footing.
  780. >Once you tumble down to the floor, you just-as-quickly find yourself pinned by passionate pygmy ponies.
  781. >It doesn't take a genius to realise what's going to happen next.
  782. >You love these fillies—
  783. >But rationality won't save you now.
  784.  
  785. *** Bonus Scene ***
  786.  
  787. >The School of Friendship.
  788. >It's a place of learning.
  789. >Mostly about Friendship.
  790. >You are a teacher there—one who teaches a variety of topics.
  791. >But right now—it's Friendship.
  792. >Why is a fillyphile by eight continuous counts allowed to be a teacher?
  793. >…
  794. >Well, Equestria just hits different, you guess.
  795. >With a pointer in your hand and patience in your head, you stand at the forefront of a lecture hall.
  796. >There is a blackboard to your back, and rows of auditorium style seats at your front.
  797. >The seats themselves are essentially wide, curved benches with desks in front.
  798. >Students populate these seats, mostly ponies; though there are a few non-pony—ahem—*creature* students among them.
  799. >They are all, of course, incredibly eager to listen to Equestria's only human ramble on about Friendship-related topics.
  800. >Right now—you're elucidating the masses on the importance of staying in touch with your friends and not ghosting them.
  801. >Apparently, ponies do, in fact, need to be taught that.
  802. >There are a couple of familiar faces within your current group of academics:
  803. >Cozy Glow sits right in the middle of the front row with a notepad in her hoof and a pencil in her mouth.
  804. >While Chrysalis sits in the far left corner of the back row; she looks close to dozing off.
  805. >Might as well wrap this class up, then.
  806. "…and that is why you should *always* remember to thank your local mailmare."
  807. >You look back at the blackboard.
  808. >There's nothing but drawings of wall-eyed mares on it.
  809. >Huh? When did that happen?
  810. >You're pretty sure you had drawn diagrams detailing the benefits of ponies writing letters to each other and maintaining long-distance friendships on there.
  811. >…Damn it. This is what you get for having an internal monologue in the middle of a lecture.
  812. >You turn back to the class and awkwardly clear your throat.
  813. "Uh, anyway, that's the end of this lecture—any questions?"
  814.  
  815. >A talon shoots up into the air.
  816. >"Yeah, I've got a question for you, Teach."
  817. >That talon belongs to a griffon—a blue griffon, specifically.
  818. >A brash blue griffon, even more specifically.
  819. >He's seated on one of middle rows, close to the right end of the room.
  820. >You point your pointer towards him.
  821. "Go on, Gallus."
  822. >He lowers his talon.
  823. >"So this 'long-distance' stuff—seems pretty useful, right?"
  824. >He rests an elbow on the desk in front of him and rolls his wrist in your direction.
  825. >"Don't suppose *you've* got any experience in this kind of stuff?"
  826. >You nod.
  827. "Yes. Back when I first arrived in Equestria, I had to send a *lot* of letters back and forth. But after only a few months—I was *well* familiarised with the Equestrian postal system."
  828. >You lean back on your desk, crossing your arms.
  829. "I remember making heavy use of Spike during those trying times."
  830. >The student sat right next to Gallus snickers through her claw.
  831. >She's a dragoness with orange scales—her name is Smolder, you believe.
  832. >"You…made 'heavy use' of him? P-pfft…"
  833. >You tut and roll your eyes; you walked right into that one…
  834. >Gallus throws a sidelong smirk at Smolder before turning back to you.
  835. >"Heh. Gotta say, I'm surprised, Teach. Didn't think you did things long distance."
  836. >You raise an eyebrow.
  837. "…And why is that?"
  838. >"Just figured you were more of a 'short-distance' guy, considering the kinda girls that you're into."
  839. >He makes a pinching motion with one of his talons.
  840. >"Ya know?"
  841. >Smolder bursts into laughter; Gallus quickly joins her.
  842. >The punchline smacks you after only a couple seconds of knitting your brows.
  843. >Oh.
  844. >It's one of "those" jokes.
  845. >You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
  846. >Cozy gently sets her stationery down—
  847. >And swiftly rises from her seat, shooting Gallus a fierce glare.
  848. >"Ahem! For *your* information, Anon is a very attentive and caring lover!"
  849. >Hovering in the air, she proudly places her forehooves on her hips.
  850. >"He *always* makes sure to *deeply* satisfy *all* of my needs every single night! Which is more than what *you* and your *puny* appendages can say about yourselves, hmmm?"
  851. >She ends her boast by blowing a loud raspberry in Gallus's direction, silencing their snickers.
  852.  
  853. >Gallus's eyes awkwardly flit downwards; Smolder glances at her right claw with a frown.
  854. >Cozy sits back down and innocently beams at you.
  855. >The other students in the room are trading uncomfortable glances with each other.
  856. >"H-hey, I bang…" Gallus eventually retorts.
  857. >"Y-yeah! Of course we do!" Smolder quickly adds. "We're not lame-os!"
  858. >"Yeah! Me and Smolder bang all the time!"
  859. >Gallus's words awkwardly hang in the auditorium air.
  860. >Smolder coughs to the side.
  861. >"Wait—no. Not with each other, I mean," Gallus sputters out. "I, like, bang other griffons—she bangs other dragons."
  862. >"Right." Smolder hurriedly nods. "We bang separately."
  863. >At the back of the room, Chrysalis slams her face onto her desk.
  864. "Okay… Well then."
  865. >You throw a sweeping glance over the seated students.
  866. "Any other questions? Preferably ones that don't expound upon someone's sex life."
  867. >Silence.
  868. "No? Wonderful. You are all free to leave."
  869. >You turn back to your desk, ready to clean up the board and pack up your things.
  870. >Behind you, you hear doors creaking open and the hastened steps of students leaving the lecture hall.
  871. >Once you've finished putting everything away so that the next lecturer can use this room, you turn back to the seats.
  872. >Nearly all of the students have left, but one still lingers on the front row; she's staring down at a textbook with a thoughtful frown.
  873. >You walk up to her.
  874. "Everything alright, Cozy?"
  875. >She sighs.
  876. >"It's just…I'm *really* struggling with this part of the coursework."
  877. >She rotates the opened textbook on the desk so that the both of you can read the contents.
  878. >You notice that the book has been opened three-quarters of the way through; you glance at the page's subject title.
  879. "'Managing Multiple Friendships at Once,' huh? Don't think I've covered this topic yet."
  880. >Cozy flashes you a proud smile.
  881. >"Oh, I read ahead!"
  882. >You give her a nod of approval.
  883. "Well, aren't you the eager student?"
  884. >"Hehe, what can I say? You bring out the hard worker in me~!"
  885. >She rests a hoof on her textbook, her smile slowly fading.
  886. >"Buuut…no matter how much I study this section—I can't quite wrap my head around the concept."
  887. >She turns to you with an adorably pleading expression.
  888. >"So I was hoping you could go over it with me, one-on-one. Pretty pleeeaaase?"
  889. >Those shimmering eyes; that quivering lip; those flattened ears…
  890. >You can never bring yourself to deny her when she gets like this.
  891. >…Which should probably arouse some cause for concern—considering that she's both a recovering ex-villain *and* your wife.
  892. >But right now, she just wants to learn about Friendship—so what's the harm?
  893. "Sure thing, let's walk to my office."
  894. >"Yippee!"
  895. >Cozy stashes her textbook into one those blue saddlebags of hers, and the two of you leave the lecture hall together.
  896.  
  897. *** END ***
  898.  
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  900.  
  901.  
  902.  
  903.  
  904.  
  905.  
  906.  
  907. *** HONEST THOUGHTS ***
  908.  
  909. The story was inspired by this image: https://twibooru.org/1793970
  910.  
  911. Kind of an abrupt end, eh? Don't worry, the rest of the first chapter would've just involved some more casual slice-of-life stuff as Anon picks his wives up from school, so you weren't really missing much.
  912.  
  913. Overall, I think this was a decent enough prologue. It was fun gradually introducing the characters like this, and I also enjoyed imagining how they would interact with other. (The breakfast scene was a good time.)
  914. The short bonus scene afterwords was nice too. I was initially tempted to leave it out of this paste so I'd only have the complete prologue, but Gallus and Smoulder were pretty funny here, so I figured—hey, why not? The more the merrier, right?
  915.  
  916. Anyway, some background info on this.
  917. I started writing this story in mid-May 2024—straight after finishing "Babs Takes Seed." I then finished the prologue in about a week or so, and was ready to post it to /mlp/'s filly thread whenever.
  918. However, at the time, I was worried about oversaturating the general with too many greens of a certain character—Babs Seed, to be specific.
  919. As you are likely aware, this harem fic would've featured Babs Seed as one of the main characters, yet I had *just* posted a 15k~ word green featuring that very same filly to the filly thread not too long ago. And if that didn't sound Seedy enough, there was also another writer steadily posting his own Babs Seed green to the thread at around the same time. (God bless that guy, btw; his green was good stuff.)
  920. The last thing I wanted was for people to start getting sick of Babs Seed due to all of the greens she was getting, so I decided to hold off on posting this thing so that I may focus my efforts towards writing future chapters instead.
  921.  
  922. From there, I created a separate text document of Fillyful Eight's additional chapters and basically "shotgunned" in random snippets of future scenes that I figured would be interesting to read. I'm a big fan of writing stories like this, it's a great way to get the ball rolling and get a feel for how the characters are gonna progress through the plot.
  923. The more I wrote, the more I felt like I had a pretty solid outline on how the green was gonna pan out. Thus, things were going well…until they didn't.
  924. Long story short, while I was writing snippets for the "final chapter," I found that I was straying quite far from the fic's original concept, which soon made me start heavily doubting my ability to close out this green in a satisfactory way. This revelation had me feeling pretty disheartened about the overall state of this fic, so I ultimately chose to scrap it and try writing about another story idea that had been steadily occupying my mind.
  925. In the end, the text document that contained this collection of snippets totalled around 15k~ words. I had a bunch of near-identical lines in there (mainly a result of me trying to figure out which ones "sounded" better) and the document itself is an utterly incoherent mess to mortal eyes—but still, not bad. (No, I'm not posting it.)
  926.  
  927. Okay, background info's over; let's focus on the fic itself.
  928.  
  929. First, the premise; it's a "SFW filly harem fic, blending raunchy humour with utter absurdism through Anonymous's slice-of-life shenanigans with his harem of eight fillywives."
  930. Due to the expansive cast of characters constantly moving out and about, the second-person perspective would frequently shift between Anon and his various fillywives, which would've allowed me to write scenes that didn't need to revolve around our resident nondescript human.
  931. For example, in one scene, I could have Diamond Tiara bravely descending into the basement by her lonesome to confront Queen Chrysalis about something (with…predictable results). And in another scene, I could have Princess Luna engage Princess Flurry in the dream realm so that they may have an honest heart-to-heart together.
  932.  
  933. Alright, onto the characters.
  934.  
  935. Princess Flurry Heart: Time traveller. Currently "working" as Anon's personal secretary. Put out advertisements for bright-eyed fillies to join Anon's filly harem. *Really* likes Anon. Has a cutesy nickname for everypony in the herd. Hyperactive and overly lewd personality mask the fact that she came from a doomed future where everyone she knew and loved died horrifically. Basically, she's Trunks—if Trunks was a equine succubus that hungers for human dick.
  936.  
  937. Princess Luna: The Second Royal Sister. Keeper of the Moon. Defender of Dreams. Dweller of the Night. Eepy during most of the day. Was slapped with an age regression spell by her sister and basically told to go join Anon's filly harem. Holds a silent grudge against said sister because of that. But does enjoy Anon's company. Is also here to keep an eye on some of the more "troublesome" members of Anon's harem. Still endeavours to perform her royal duties despite her diminutive size. Unequivocally respected by everypony in the harem.
  938.  
  939. Wind Sprint: Sporty pegasus filly. Studies at the Ponyville Schoolhouse. Keeps to herself. Only joined this harem to get away from her parents. Doesn't really care for Anon.
  940.  
  941. Babs Seed: City slicker filly. Studies at the Ponyville Schoolhouse. Joined this harem on a fun whim. Likes Anon. Good friend of Wind Sprint. Is a down-to-earth voice in a harem filled with spoiled brats, ex-villains, and affective royals.
  942.  
  943. Diamond Tiara: Spoiled brat. Studies at the Ponyville Schoolhouse. Only joined this harem to bump rumps with royalty. Thinks Anon is a gross pervert. (I mean…)
  944.  
  945. Silver Spoon: Spoiled brat. Studies at the Ponyville Schoolhouse. Follows Diamond Tiara around like her personal backup dancer. Genuinely *does* like Anon.
  946.  
  947. Queen Chrysalis: Basement bog monster. Forced to study at the School of Friendship. Only sees Anon as a convenient food source.
  948.  
  949. Cozy Glow: Sweet little patootie. Restudying at the School of Friendship. Really sweet on Anon. (Incidentally, she would also be the only one that the story's second-person perspective never shifts to.)
  950.  
  951. Anonymous: Professional degenerate. Loves his fillies.
  952.  
  953. …
  954.  
  955. The overarching story would generally involve Anon slowly earning the trust and love of the fillies who didn't initially care for him that much.
  956. I had four arcs planned.
  957. Arc 1 would have Anon gradually growing closer with Wind Sprint.
  958. Arc 2 would have Anon gradually growing closer with Diamond Tiara.
  959. Arc 3 would have Anon gradually growing closer with Queen Chrysalis.
  960. Arc 4 would've been a bombastic finale, focusing mainly on Flurry Heart and Cozy Glow.
  961.  
  962. Writing the "bombastic finale" was what caught me out in the end, as I found myself struggling to clinch things out in a conclusive way.
  963. Without getting too deep into the weeds on what it would've entailed, the story was getting way too melodramatic for me. It got to the point where, while I was in the midst of jotting down a snippet for an "epic" scene, I was suddenly hit with the stark revelation of: "Wait a minute. Wasn't this supposed to be a comedic filly harem story? Why am I awkwardly writing about drama and action? Who's the audience for this?"
  964. And so I decided to scrap this idea of a fourth arc, but I didn't know what to replace it with, and then I realised how stupid it sounds to have a harem story with no smut, and then I basically gave up.
  965. Yep. I'm not the most resolute writer out there, lol.
  966.  
  967. Still, even though I scrapped this story, I wouldn't mind returning to the concept at a later date. There's potential in the premise of a man with a filly harem.
  968.  
  969. …But to be honest, it'll likely be a good long while before I ever consider picking the pen back up on this one.
  970. Now that I've finished Pink Haze, I finally feel comfortable with posting this scrapped story. However, since I've also spent like a year+ writing about Flurry Heart and Cozy Glow, I can't help but feel pretty damn fatigued when it comes to writing pink equines. I think I'm gonna need some time to properly detox and write something else.
  971.  
  972. Anyway, that's it for my thoughts. Hope the story proved entertaining and my musings proved informative.

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