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Snugglerape by Cerenth

By kqaii
Created: 2021-02-24 08:52:27
Expiry: Never
anontwilight sparklefluttershyluna/flutterrape//aie/snuggle

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  8. [Finale] https://poneb.in/AN4Rr4W5
  9. Original author Cerenth (https://pastebin.com/u/Cerenth)
  10. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  11. -Part 1-
  12. >Day hands are awesome in Ponyville.
  13. >Start your day with your morning routine. Shit, shower, shave.
  14. >You feel like you’ve said that so many times the words have lost all meaning now.
  15. >Get on your work duds and step out the door.
  16. >Don’t get accosted by Jaundice Timid this morning.
  17. >That’s odd.
  18. >Well, off to work in the massage parlor.
  19. >Since you got here, you’ve had to pay off the debt you owe to the mayor.
  20. >She gave you your house in advance, and she’s been making sure she gets her payment in one way or another.
  21. >She’s not really intimidating, since she’s about half your height, but you’re sure she could call down the fuzz on you if she wanted.
  22. >You heard the last guy around here who got in trouble with the royal guard ended up being Celestia’s fuck toy for eternity.
  23. >Not that you’d mind that particularly, but it’s best to just avoid the eye of the feds if you can help it.
  24. >So you got your job. The p0nies almost unanimously told you that you could put your unique, talented hands to best use massaging the tension out of their mares.
  25. >It was a little creepy how insistent they all were that you do so.
  26. >Well, it works out for you just fine.
  27. >Mares from up and down the country come to P0nyville and book months in advance to have some alone time with your magical digits.
  28. >So you get into P0nyville town square, and notice that Mr Breezy has shut up shop.
  29. >In fact, quite a few stores are closed.
  30. >You shrug it off. Maybe it’s some kind of holiday that you don’t know of.
  31. >As you walk to the spa, you notice that you’re being followed by a group of mares.
  32. >This isn’t particularly unusual. You’re a popular guy, and a bit of a tourist attraction.
  33. >The p0nies can’t help but stare at your hands for some reason.
  34. >These mares seem different to what you usually have to put up with though.
  35. >You know most of them. They’ve all come into the spa at one time or another.
  36. >They should all know you, and what you can do for them, but at the moment they’re all drooling over your hands.
  37. >A minty green unicorn breaks away from the pack and nudges your hand with her horn.
  38. >”A-anon... this might sound weird... but do you think you could stroke my mane for a while? Please?”
  39. >Aww... Isn’t that cute?”
  40. >You stop, turn around and kneel down next to her.
  41. >You start stroking her mane.
  42. >She gets a look of absolute bliss on her face.
  43. >Her horn is starting to sparkle.
  44. >”M-my ear, Anon... I-it’s itchy.”
  45. >You start rubbing her ear, and she starts moaning.
  46. >She quickly starts biting her hoof to stifle her noise.
  47. >You’re going to have to end this soon if you want to make it to work on time, but you’ve found that this kind of extra work pays off in the long run.
  48. >”Tell me I’m a pretty p0ny...”
  49. >You oblige.
  50. “Who’s a pretty p0ny? You are my dear.”
  51. >You look at her flank to check her identity.
  52. “My little Lyra.”
  53. >And now, the piece de resistance.
  54. >You punctuate your words with a peck on her horn.
  55. >”AAAAHN...!”
  56. >She came.
  57. >Sparks spurt out of her horn, and she tenses up in your hands.
  58. >It lasts for a few seconds, and then she slumps down to the ground.
  59. >You turn to the crowd behind you. It’s grown in size, and half the mares are also finding themselves drained after having watched the event.
  60. >The others eye you lustfully.
  61. >You’ve never understood these marshmallow ponies.
  62. >They don’t have any genitals to speak of, so you don’t know how they orgasm.
  63. >But you know they do. It just happens every now and again when you massage them. You can’t help it.
  64. “Alright girls, I’ve got to be going.”
  65. >The news is met with a series of disappointed groans.
  66. “Don’t worry, you can all come visit me at the spa.”
  67. >Some of those newly painted frowns are turned upside down at that.
  68. >You continue your walk to the spa.
  69. >Along the way you see something that you haven’t seen in a while.
  70. >A couple of p0nies have hearts for eyes, and are hugging each other tightly.
  71. >They’re all pairs of mares, and some of them are hugging and rolling around on the ground.
  72. >It’s weird behaviour. Did Twilight miscast another want it – need it spell?
  73. >You even come across Lemon Hush hugging Blue Gofastpone.
  74. >Their wings are stood straight to attention, and flutter every now and again.
  75. >Fluttershy doesn’t even notice you as you walk by her.
  76. >They’re too wrapped up in their hug to notice.
  77. >Well, less stress for you. You can’t complain.
  78. >You finally enter the spa, and are greeted by Aloe who is working reception.
  79. >”Ooh, I am sho glad yoo are here, Anon! We need yoo to work a double shift today.”
  80. >Oh man, what the hell?
  81. “Ugh, what’s wrong? Isn’t Lotus supposed to be covering this afternoon?”
  82. >”Well she would, but she’s *ahem*... at that time of the month.”
  83. >Wut? How does that even work? These p0nies don’t even have vaginas.
  84. “So, she’s on her period? Big whoop. I’ve gotta come in every day too.”
  85. >”What ees ‘peer-e-hood?’”
  86. “Ugh. Never mind. What do you mean she’s at her time of the month?”
  87. >”She ees...” She leans in towards you to whisper.
  88. >”She ees in estrus...”
  89. >Estrus?
  90. >As in the horse breeding season?
  91. >This just keeps making less and less sense as you find out more.
  92. “Aloe, forgive me if this sounds rude, but I’m completely ignorant on the subject. How do you p0nies breed?”
  93. >She blushes furiously beneath her pink fur, colouring her cheeks purple.
  94. >”Oh Mr Anon... Surely you know? When a stallion loves a mare very much, they start to massage the mare. They stroke her mane, rub her belly and...”
  95. >She looks away and sighs wistfully.
  96. >”They kiss her.”
  97. >Oh god.
  98. >Oh god no.
  99. >Really?
  100. >You’ve got to be fucking kidding.
  101. >Did you just fuck Lyra in the middle of the street?
  102. >Was that why those p0nies were all following you?
  103. >Is that why all the males skipped town?
  104. >Is that why they love coming to the spa so much?!?
  105. >Oh god you feel dirty.
  106. “Aloe, I’m sorry. I think I’m gonna hurl.”
  107. >You race to the toilet as fast as you can.
  108. >You just make it, but you spend a good 10 minutes in there, getting out all your breakfast and horror.
  109. >”Mr Anon, your first customer ees here!”
  110. >Oh man...
  111. >This is going to be a LONG day.
  112.  
  113. -Part 2-
  114.  
  115. >You stop leaning on the toilet and get up.
  116. >You take a breath mint and splash a bit of water on your face.
  117. >You just had to pick today to forget your hipflask of good whiskey.
  118. >You’ll just have to make do.
  119. >You hastily leave the bathroom and make your way to the massage room.
  120. >Your first client is already waiting patiently for you, relaxing to some whale music that Aloe put on while she waited.
  121. >She looks so peaceful with her eyes closed, so majestic...
  122. >You close the door and the noise alerts her to your presence.
  123. >Her eyes open, and she raises her head off the table.
  124. >”HUZZAH! THE PLEASURE APE HAS ARRIVED!” She bellows.
  125. >Ah. Aloe warned you about this. Luna feels compelled to use the Royal Canterlot Speech and Syntax whenever she talks.
  126. >She has completely shattered the relaxing mood in the room.
  127. >That makes it just that much tougher for you to do what you’re going to.
  128. >You kneel before her.
  129. “Good morning, your highness. If it would please you, I would ask that you call me not an ape, but by my more accurate taxonomy; Homo Sapiens, or Human.”
  130. >When it came down to it, you could bullshit with the best of them.
  131. >And you’ll need all your bullshit skills to make Luna feel like you’re not internally screaming for death while you pleasure her.
  132. >”VERY WELL, HAND SERVANT. YOU MAY REJOICE IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I HATH ENTERED THE PHASE OF ESTRUS.” She announces, with a shit eating grin on her face.
  133. >Oh please, no...
  134. >Not another one.
  135. >You feel your bile rising again.
  136. >But you need to do this. Luna is a high profile client, and will net you a metric shitton of bits.
  137. >It blew your mind to find out that a shitton is actually a unit of weight here in Equestria.
  138. >So you will literally be receiving a massive tub of gold coins upon the completion of this assignment.
  139. >You focus on this as she motions for you to rise, preparing yourself for this task.
  140. >As you stand, she stares at your hands, licking her lips.
  141. >Her wings start to unfurl, rising to their full, glorious height.
  142. >She wants to fuck.
  143. “Very well, your highness. I assume you would like me to... relieve you of your tension.”
  144. >”OF COURSE. WE EXPECTETH NAUGHT BUT THE BEST FROM OUR SUBJECTS IN THEIR EFFORTS TO KEEPETH THE ROYAL FLANK FIRM AND TENSION FREE.”
  145. >Well, at least you have a goal.
  146. >”AND WE EXPECTETH A HAPPY ENDING.”
  147. >You almost throw up again.
  148. >Only your pokerface skills keep you from wrecking this whole situation.
  149. “Very good, ma’am. May I start with your flank?”
  150. >”YES, FUCKTOY, YOU MAY.”
  151. >Oh look at that. You got a nickname.
  152. >You move behind her, and you see her feathers quiver with excitement.
  153. >Her ethereal tail rises and falls as it sparkles with an infinite number of tiny points of light.
  154. >That doesn’t even make sense. There’s nothing there!
  155. >Anyway, you plant your hands on her crescent moon cutie marks.
  156. >She moans in response.
  157. >You’d better make this good, Anon. Don’t fuck this up.
  158. >You start by tracing the outline of her moons.
  159. >She hums and sighs at your motions.
  160. >Her fur is so short and light, it’s divine.
  161. >All that is to be expected of a goddess.
  162. >You step it up by applying more pressure, still tracing her cutie marks.
  163. >She responds by flipping her mane, still sighing and humming in approval.
  164. >She hasn’t seen nothing yet.
  165. >You switch it up a bit by alternating directions with each hand.
  166. >One traces up while the other traces down.
  167. >She definitely likes that. You can tell as she spreads her pinions.
  168. >You continue up and down for a few strokes before deciding to really massage those flanks.
  169. >Her rump is so soft and pliant.
  170. >Most p0nies are, you’ve found. They are also so light, and smell of various different fruits.
  171. >You really dig into those marshmallow cheeks, and it elicits a small moan from Luna.
  172. >You move around the table, keeping up your massage as you prepare for your next motion.
  173. >Keeping the same, slow pace, you move your hands up her back in unison.
  174. >She sucks in air through her teeth. This is why your magic hands are so sought after.
  175. >You dip your thumbs into the dip that follows her spine so they meet.
  176. >With this seal between your hands, you rub back and forth, using your fingertips to rub out any knots and nodes you find.
  177. >She seems to melt into your touch as she gets a blissful look on her face.
  178. >You move up further, and reach her wings.
  179. >Separating your hands again, you use your thumb and forefinger to knead around the base of them.
  180. >She twitches at the sensation; you know this is a special spot for pegasi and it seems alicorns alike.
  181. >You continue rubbing around there for a while, then start to move up her wings.
  182. >You rub her wing bones, tracing them simultaneously to the tips.
  183. >She starts to moan loudly.
  184. >You reach the ends and gently rub the tips.
  185. >”M-MORE!” She screams.
  186. >You give her exactly what she asks, as you drag your right hand down through her feathers, rustling them all in the process.
  187. >”AAAAAAAAAAAHN!” She thunders.
  188. >You perform the same action on the other side, playing her like a harp.
  189. >She moans in the Royal Canterlot Voice, making the furniture in the room vibrate violently each time.
  190. >You play her again for a third time, and pause, causing her to turn her head to look.
  191. >”Why did you st-“ She asks feebly.
  192. >You cut her off by strumming both wings simultaneously, causing her to visibly seize up and convulse.
  193. >Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she clenches her jaw tight as she silently climaxes.
  194. >Her wings twitch and spasm, ruffling her feathers even more, and drool starts to escape her mouth as she loses control.
  195. >You step back and admire your handiwork. That bushel of bits is in the bank.
  196. >It takes a few seconds, but she eventually finishes her orgasm.
  197. >This is the easy part.
  198. >You give her a moment, then approach her again.
  199. >Her closed eyelids drift dreamily open, aware of your approach but powerless to stop you.
  200. >Even goddesses are brought to their knees by your touch.
  201. >You take the tip of her left wing in your left hand, and she jolts at your caress.
  202. >With your right hand, you painstakingly reset every feather you ruffled.
  203. >She calms at your soothing care, and by the time you do the other wing, she’s almost drifted off to sleep.
  204. >She breathes gently, a smile plastered on her face. But your work is not done yet.
  205. >You move to her front, and drape your left arm over her neck.
  206. >With your right hand you lift her head gently by the chin. This brings her out of her slumber.
  207. >She looks up lazily at you, and closes her eyes.
  208. >You know what this usually means. She’s going in for a kiss.
  209. >Unfortunately this isn’t part of your contract, and you don’t want freaky anthro babies with the goddess of the night.
  210. >You swiftly dodge her pursed lips, and lean into a deep hug.
  211. >Initially she’s shocked that she missed, but then she sighs and brings her forelegs to complete the hug.
  212. >You bring your arms up to her head, and use one hand to stroke her mane.
  213. >With the other you scratch her ear, and her horn starts to glow.
  214. >Just like Lyra, you continue until sparks start to emit from the tip.
  215. >At that point you lick her horn from the base to the tip.
  216. >It tastes like blackcurrant and sherbet.
  217. >She moans loudly again and her horn looks like a sparkler.
  218. >You keep hugging her until it starts to die down, then let her go gently.
  219. >You have earned yourself a load of money.
  220. >You turn to leave, when Luna speaks to you.
  221. >”W-will I see you again?”
  222. “If you need me, your highness, you know exactly where to look.”
  223. >And with that you leave.
  224. >You head straight to the employee changing room and grab a wire sponge.
  225. >You take a scolding hot shower for 20 minutes and scrub yourself clean.
  226. >It’s not enough.
  227.  
  228. -Part 3-
  229.  
  230. >You leave the shower and head out into the main hall.
  231. >As you enter the corridor, you see Luna woozily meander across the hall to the pampering room, being lead by Aloe.
  232. >This is the second part of the treatment.
  233. >After you’ve... *Ahem* made them significantly more relaxed, the ponies are taken away for the rest of the normal spa treatment.
  234. >This involves having vegetables put over their eyes and being coated in filth.
  235. >Ok, the way you describe it doesn’t sound that appealing.
  236. >But they get cucumbers in their eyes and get covered in muddy goop.
  237. >You’re kinda glad you’re not a girl. That would be icky!
  238. >Luna sees you as she walks across the corridor.
  239. >She blushes, smiles dopily and you see her hind legs go bow-legged.
  240. >This is one of the better parts of the job.
  241. >You wave to her, making sure to flex those magic fingers of yours in clear view.
  242. >Luna’s horn shoots sparks all over Aloe’s flank, and she falls down.
  243. >Heh. Works every time.
  244. >Aloe simply gives you the stink eye as she now bodily drags Luna into the treatment room.
  245. >You chuckle to yourself. You may be wanking p0nies off for a living, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.
  246. >You walk to the reception to greet the next client.
  247. >You’re met with a very odd sight.
  248. >The reception is packed with pastel painted p0nies, all hugging and massaging each other where there’s space.
  249. >The massive window that looks onto the street, that stretches from the floor to the ceiling, has p0nies outside it, all pressed against the window, filling the entirety of your view now, all eagerly looking into the building.
  250. >As soon as they see you their eyes lock onto you and some of them start panting and licking the window.
  251. >It’s really fucking creepy.
  252. >You walk over to the left. Their eyes all follow you.
  253. >You walk over to the right. Their eyes all follow you lustfully.
  254. >It’s like some twisted collage of p0nies gone wrong. They all look at you with various degrees of desire, but most have an oddly familiar look in their eyes...
  255. >A look that you know you recognise from somewhere...
  256. >What did it mean again?
  257. >Oh yes.
  258. >rape
  259. Shit.
  260. >Wait, did you say that out loud?
  261. >Everyp0ny in the lobby turns to look at you.
  262. >Simultaneously their eyes all roll back in their heads to reveal hearts where their irises should be.
  263. >They want to fuck.
  264. >You barely manage to turn before they all pounce at you, every single one of them babbling about nuzzling and cuddling you.
  265. >”Give me a belly rub, Anon!”
  266. >”Brush my mane, Anon!”
  267. >”Tell me I’m a good p0ny, Anon!”
  268. >”PLAY FREEBIRD!”
  269. >The swarm descends upon you, grinding their bellies on your hands and any other part of your body they can reach.
  270. >In the distance you hear the windows smash from the writhing mass of p0nies against it.
  271. >This is how you’re going to go, isn’t it?
  272. >Smothered to death by a horde of horny marshmallow p0nies.
  273. >Somehow, you always knew it would end this way...
  274. >Berry Punch lowers herself onto your head and starts grinding her belly against your nose.
  275. >It’s tickly. But not unpleasant...
  276. >You hear Aloe walk into the corridor.
  277. >”ANON, what ees ze meaning of this?”
  278. “I don’t even know! I just walked into the lobby and this happened!”
  279. >”Zis is coming out of yoor paycheck!”
  280. “NOT THE TIME, ALOE! HELP ME!”
  281. >Berry Punch has had enough of your nose and moves to your mouth.
  282. >”Yesh! Blow on mah belleh! Tell me I’m besht p0ni!” She slurs.
  283. >Ok, now this is getting serious.
  284. >You’re starting to feel woozy when you hear another set of hooves arrive.
  285. >”HUZZAH! YE OLDE ORGY! CELESTIA HAD TOLDST ME THAT THESE WERE NO LONGER PRACTICED! YOU EVEN USED THE TRADITIONAL PLEASURE APE! YOUR PRINCESS IS PLEASED!“
  286. “WOONA, HELF MEH!” You scream.
  287. >Berry increases her speed and force.
  288. >You scream unintelligible words, and Berry orgasms from the reverberations.
  289. >She falls off you, satisfied.
  290. >You take this opportunity to scream some more.
  291. “ARGLEBARGLEFLARGLE! LUNA, IT’S NON CONSENTUAL! HELP ME!”
  292. >Luna looks genuinely shocked.
  293. >”FUCKTOY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE? CUDDLING WITHOUT CONSENT?! MY WORD! I KNEW THAT WAS CELESTIA’S FETISH, BUT I CANNOT STAND BY AND LET MY APE GET RAPED!”
  294. >You wish she’d stop calling you that, but whatever gets you out of here fastest.
  295. >You hear the chime of a horn lighting up with magic and you’re levitated out of the fray.
  296. >Luna places you upon her back. She starts blushing furiously.
  297. >”HOLD ON, FUCKTOY. I HAVE JUST THE P0NY WHO CAN HELP YOU!”
  298. >Luna’s horn starts to glow again, and the horde finally notices you’re not being raped.
  299. >They aim to fix that.
  300. >Luna’s horn glows brightly, and the teleport spell begins to activate.
  301. >”Yoo are not leaving me behind!” Aloe shouts, and she leaps into your arms just as Luna’s horn flares to life with the spell.
  302. >The white glow of magic encompasses you all, and you are whisked away to a new location.
  303. >You open your eyes to see books.
  304. >Lots and lots of books.
  305. >It takes a second, but you realise this is a library.
  306. >More specifically the library in P0nyville where Twilight Sparkle lives and works.
  307. >Now you get it, maybe she can cast some spell to stop these crazy mares.
  308. >”TWILIGHT? YOUR PRINCESS IS HERE! WE WOULD REQUEST SOMETHING OF YOU.”
  309. >Jesus, you wish that Luna had a volume dial or something...
  310. >Looking under her mane you see just such a dial.
  311. >Huh.
  312. >You take it down from 11 to 5.
  313. >”Blaugh?” She responds.
  314. >Much better.
  315. >Man, these p0nies are weird.
  316. >Twilight Sparkle descends the staircase in the library.
  317. >Her mane is a mess. It seems she was in bed.
  318. >”P-princess Luna!” She exclaims.
  319. >She attempts a bow, fails, and falls down the stairs instead.
  320. >She lands splayed at Luna’s feet.
  321. >”Good morning Twilight. How doth estrus treat thee?”
  322. >Twilight quickly rights herself onto all four hooves and bows again.
  323. >Her face is blushing profusely, almost as if she’s hiding something...
  324. >”It’s a particularly bad one this year, your highness. But we each find ways to cope...”
  325. >Her gaze drifts to your hands. She licks her lips.
  326. >”Yes. I commissioned the P0nyville spa to lend me their Hand Whore for the day.”
  327. >Oh so that’s your official job title.
  328. >You glare at Aloe.
  329. >She just grins at you sheepishly.
  330. >”Anon? He’s a Hand Whore? Interesting...”
  331. >Twilight looks at you menacingly.
  332. >You don’t like that smile on her face.
  333. >”Verily. I require for you to cast a spell that would prevent other mares from lusting after his skilled, magical touch...”
  334. >You can feel Luna starting to get warm. Her wings are unfurling...
  335. >”Of course, your highness. Anon, come with me!”
  336. >She trots over to the basement.
  337. >You dismount Luna and unceremoniously dump Aloe on the floor.
  338. >You can deal with her later.
  339. >As you walk over to the basement, you swear you could hear a muffled cry coming from upstairs.
  340. “Luna, I think I heard somep0ny calling from upstairs. Could you check it out?”
  341. >”YOU DEMAND SOMETHING OF YOUR PRINCESS, WHELP?”
  342. “Well yeah, if you wouldn’t mind.”
  343. >”Ok.”
  344. >She and Aloe trot off upstairs, and you head down into the basement.
  345. >It’s dark. You can still see the steps from the light spilling from the doorway, but as you descend that becomes less effective.
  346. “Twilight, could you put a light on, please?”
  347. >She responds by closing the door behind you with her magic.
  348. >You’re shocked, and you can’t see.
  349. >You slip and lose your footing.
  350. >You tumble down the stairs, but stop as you’re bathed in a glowing purple aura.
  351. >You really don’t like where this is going.
  352. >You’re floated to the centre of the room and placed on what you feel is a table.
  353. >You try to move, but suddenly straps are fastened around your legs and hands.
  354. >Yup. In your head you fucking called it.
  355. >”Oh Anon! You wouldn’t believe how happy I was to see you!”
  356. >She finally switches the lights on and you can see the crazed look in her eyes.
  357. >”And to have Princess Luna deliver you right to my doorstep! It was just fated to be!”
  358. >You keep on telling yourself that, honey.
  359. >”Spike’s small claws only go so far. That, and he’s so uncooperative! You wouldn’t like to see how many belts and ropes I had to use.”
  360. >You shudder at the thought of what Luna and Aloe have found.
  361. >”But now, you can take care of me with your big... strong... HANDS.”
  362. >She leans in close to your left hand and starts licking the space in between your fingers.
  363. >”Do you see the state of my hair? I can’t take care of it like a stallion can... I need you.”
  364. >She leans in close to your face. You can smell her lavender scented mane.
  365. >”Can you believe I’m still a virgin?”
  366. >Oh you can more than believe it.
  367. >You can taste the spaghetti in the air around her.
  368. “Let me go, Twilight. If you want a pampering you should have booked at the spa.”
  369. >”Why should I bother with that when I’ve got you all here to myself?”
  370. >She climbs on top of you, belly to belly, front hooves poised on your chest and hind legs straddling your waist.
  371. >”I’m going to make you want to have me, and only me...”
  372. >You can’t help but focus on those deep, purple eyes. They’re so clear, it’s hypnotizing...
  373. >”I’m going to make you want me... I’m going to make you need me...”
  374. >Your head starts to swim as her words echo in your head.
  375. “Want you... Need you...”
  376. >”I’m going to be your own little p0ny. You’ll take care of me, won’t you?”
  377. “I’ll take care of you...”
  378. >She releases the straps on the table.
  379. >She gets off you and drops to her side on the floor.
  380. >You follow her.
  381. >She pulls out a brush from somewhere.
  382. >You kneel next to her and rest her head on your lap.
  383. >You take the brush and start tending to her oh so needy mane.
  384. >You do it slowly, taking the utmost care to get out the knots and not to cause your little p0ny any pain.
  385. >She hums gently as you brush, obviously so relaxed.
  386. >Again and again you brush, getting her mane to a much more presentable state.
  387. >At this proximity you can smell her so vividly now.
  388. >The purple part of her hair smells of lavender.
  389. >The pink part smells of grape.
  390. >”Anon... Do my coat...” She says, dreamily.
  391. >She levitates a different brush over. It’s got more bristles and it’s a lot courser than the previous one.
  392. >You gently stroke her coat, starting at her shoulder.
  393. >With downwards motions you stroke her, resetting each hair to its proper place.
  394. >You run your free hand behind the brush to smooth down any rogue tangles that may have accumulated.
  395. >You can feel her velvety smooth coat this way too.
  396. >She purrs, enjoying your caress.
  397. >You stroke down her legs. Her tail lifts and fidgets at this.
  398. >You move down her back. Her hind legs twitch.
  399. >You get to her flank, and her cutie mark.
  400. >You take care to go extra slowly here, initially just grazing it with the brush.
  401. >She lets out a long, drawn out moan.
  402. >Again, you give it a glancing brush.
  403. >She shuts her eyes tight, and can’t help but curl up into a ball from the sensation.
  404. >It’s so cute.
  405. >Anything for your little pony.
  406. >You swipe again, this time letting more of the brush come into contact with her coat.
  407. >She brings a hoof to her mouth and lets out a stifled yelp.
  408. >You put down the brush and start using your hands.
  409. >With a finger you trace the outline of her star.
  410. >She shivers in your embrace.
  411. >You start doing swirls in the centre of her mark.
  412. >Her hips are thrusting on air now.
  413. >You use a hand to bring her face to yours.
  414. >Her eyelids lazily drift apart.
  415. >Yours drift lazily down.
  416. >You lean in close and kiss her deeply.
  417. >She moans into the kiss, and her tongue dances along yours.
  418. >You bring a hand sliding up the back of her neck.
  419. >She shivers, and you can feel sparks dripping off her horn.
  420. >You raise your hand through her meticulously groomed mane, not breaking the kiss.
  421. >Your hand reaches the crest of her mane, and you go further to touch her horn.
  422. >Once there, you use your thumb and forefinger to trace the spiral pattern along her most sensitive area.
  423. >She squeals into your mouth, and her tongue thrashes wildly.
  424. >She’s breathing heavily through her snout, wheezing as her body desperately fights for air.
  425. >She stops as her horn erupts into a fountain of purple stars.
  426. >Her body tenses, and her hind legs kick out at nothing.
  427. >You let the kiss go, and watch her scrunched up eyes water as she bathes in the sweet embrace of dopamine.
  428. >After a few seconds she reclines into your grip again.
  429. >She looks up at you, lovingly. Her mane is a mess again.
  430. >”Thank you...”
  431. “You’re welcome, Twilight. You’re such a good p0ny.”
  432. >She smiles and snuggles into your lap.
  433. >You pick up the brush again and start smoothing her mane from scratch.
  434. >It’s ok though. You’re happy to do it.
  435. >Anything for your little p0ny.
  436.  
  437. -Part 4-
  438.  
  439. >YOU ARE THE PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT.
  440. >AND YOUR SLAVE HAD THE AUDACITY TO DEMAND THAT YOU GO UPSTAIRS.
  441. >HE SHOULD NOT BE DEMANDING ANYTHING OF HIS-
  442. <Jesus Christ, stop shouting. Some of us are trying to sleep.
  443. >Oh, sorry.
  444. >He should not be demanding anything of his master.
  445. >”Actually, I’m his boss, so...” Aloe interjects.
  446. >He should not be demanding anything of his... employer.
  447. >But you are a generous princess, and you will indulge him this one time.
  448. >As you and Aloe climb the staircase, you can’t help but continue your thoughts about your new fucktoy.
  449. >He’s so skilled. It’s like he was made just for you.
  450. >He’s nothing like the other apes. You didn’t even have to get any bananas!
  451. >And his hands are so different... They’re so dextrous and precise...
  452. >You can feel your wings rising again. You don’t care though.
  453. >Aloe is giving you a weird look.
  454. ”Doth thou seest something thou likest the look of, knave?”
  455. >She recoils at your harsh tone, and bows immediately.
  456. >”N-no, your highness!”
  457. “Then kindly refrain from staring.”
  458. >”O-of course, your highness!”
  459. >You continue up the stairs, where you hear the muffled cries and sobbing of some poor creature in Twilight’s bedroom.
  460. >The door is locked, and you unlock it with your magic.
  461. >”MMF!”
  462. >A panicked baby dragon is restrained on Twilight’s bed.
  463. >He’s bound to the bedposts by his hands and feet.
  464. >He has a ball gag in his mouth.
  465. >His shovel-tipped tail flails in fear, as he sees that his salvation is another crazed p0ny.
  466. >You gaze upon the situation in shock.
  467. >Not all is as it seems in the library.
  468. >”We have to get him out of there! If Twilight has done this, who knows what she’s doing to Anon?”
  469. >Aloe rushes forward to undo one of the belts that is currently restraining Spike’s hand.”
  470. >”Aloe. Leave here.”
  471. >”Princess? What are you saying?”
  472. >”I will not repeat myself.”
  473. >Your wings are fully erect, feathers quivering with anticipation at the sight before you.
  474. >It has been so long since you were with a dragon.
  475. >And to squander such a wonderfully wrapped package would be tantamount to blasphemy.
  476. >Celestia keeps on insisting that you try new things. Maybe p0nies from this time period simply enjoy this kind of intercourse.
  477. >If it’s good enough for Celestia and her prized student, it should be good enough for you.
  478. >Aloe hesitates, then quickly tries to undo one of the straps with her mouth.
  479. >You quickly put a stop to that by levitating her out of the room and relocking the door.
  480. >You turn your sights to the baby dragon, who also has his terrified eyes locked onto yours.
  481. >”There there, Spike. Do you not wish to please your princess?”
  482. >He shakes his head.
  483. >Wrong answer.
  484. >You start things off by standing on the bed and straddling the baby dragon.
  485. >With his feet resting on your hips, he only comes up to your chestpiece.
  486. >You can feel his short, hot breath on your coat.
  487. >You look around. Twilight seems to be a kinky sort.
  488. >She has all sorts of combs and brushes scattered about the place, some in various stages of wear and tear.
  489. >She must have had it bad if she was resorting to this many sex toys.
  490. >You turn your gaze back to your prey, hungrily.
  491. >He has had plenty of time now to inhale your scent.
  492. >You didn’t need to use it on the pleasure ape, but as a princess alicorn your scent is a powerful aphrodisiac.
  493. >The dragon’s eyes roll back in his head, and his irises are replaced with hearts.
  494. >Perfect.
  495. >You relieve him of your weight and stand up.
  496. >You remove the ball gag. You’ll make him work that mouth later.
  497. >You undo his straps, and the beast is overcome by lust.
  498. >He slams his tail on the bed, with strength you didn’t know such a small creature could have.
  499. >It propels him up to your undercarriage, and he uses his claws to dig into the coat on your sides.
  500. >You draw in a breath through your teeth as you feel the bite of his small hands on your flesh.
  501. >He starts squeezing your barrel in a tight hug, and his hips start thrusting on your belly.
  502. >You feel the pleasurable sensations spread through your body, heat spreading through your veins like wildfire.
  503. >You can’t help but let out a moan as Spike stokes the flames within you; flames that have been slowly building since your last session with Anon.
  504. >His sloppy, unskilled thrusts are different to Anon’s precise, surgical strikes, but your body responds to his actions all the same.
  505. ”S-spike... my wings...”
  506. >Your faithful helper needs no more instruction, as he releases his grip.
  507. >He rolls out from under you, allowing your weakening knees to finally buckle.
  508. >He takes this opportunity to mount you, taking rough hold of the base of your wings.
  509. >The sudden sensation makes your neck jerk upright, and he takes advantage of this to move his head closer to yours.
  510. >You feel his forked tongue snake out of his mouth, the dual tips tickling your fur as he tastes your arousal.
  511. >He licks along the base of your starry mane, through its ethereal sheen, along your neck.
  512. >The act sends shivers all the way down your spine to your tail, which lifts reflexively.
  513. >Spike, his entire being devoted to you now, doesn’t miss this sign either, and uses his tail to pleasure you.
  514. >He uses his shovel shaped pad to rub down your spine, heading towards your tail.
  515. >Once it reaches there, it deftly hooks under the base of your tail, rubbing your crotch.
  516. >Your mind hazes over as a long, deep moan escapes your lips.
  517. >You’re getting lost in the sensations.
  518. >And you’re loving it.
  519. >Spike doesn’t let up for one second, piling sweet sensations on top of each other, like layers to the most exquisite cake ever tasted by p0ny mouths.
  520. >On top of his teasing, he finally starts massaging your wing bases.
  521. >His smaller hands send dots of pleasure to your lust-addled mind, satisfying its hunger.
  522. >The prickly claws contrast the soothing, rolling movements, sending your nerves on a rollercoaster ride to nirvana.
  523. >You feel so close already. You can feel your feathers twitching in anticipation of release.
  524. >His tongue runs further up your neck, and you rear back, eager for more.
  525. >His tips reach the base of your ear, and tease it ever so gently.
  526. >It’s agonising how close you are from all this buildup. You need release. Now.
  527. “S-spike... no more... I...”
  528. >He doesn’t stop, however.
  529. >He leans in close to your ear, and you feel his breath tickle your fur.
  530. >He whispers,
  531. >”You are best pony.”
  532. >And your vision explodes into a supernova of colour and shape.
  533. >Your body tenses up and spasms, and your wings flap as you feel the sweet release of orgasm.
  534. >Spike simply stays still, clutching your wings for stability as he rides your body through your throes of ecstasy, rodeo style.
  535. >His weight simply serves to drive you further into your spiral of pleasure. It feels so right to have him there, yet you don’t know why.
  536. >Your teeth grind against each other as you ride the waves of pleasure that build one upon another.
  537. >They crash into you like waves on a beach, and you’re tossed around in the storm.
  538. >Eventually your body relinquishes control to you again, but you’re too exhausted to do anything but pant and close your eyes.
  539. >Spike, still under your spell, releases his death grip on your wings, and dismounts you.
  540. >Ever considerate, he grabs one of Twilight’s pillows and places it under your head.
  541. >You gratefully lay down on it to rest.
  542. >He sits next to you, his role changing from lover to stalwart protector.
  543. >Even as the goddess of the night, it feels comforting to have someone you trust watch over you.
  544. >In Canterlot it is your sister, who watches over the day as you sleep.
  545. >Today, here in P0nyville, it is Spike.
  546. >He uses his claws to stroke your ever flowing mane.
  547. >It relaxes you, and you fall asleep in his presence.
  548.  
  549. -Part 5-
  550.  
  551. >Be Aloe.
  552. >After getting chucked out of Luna’s new impromptu sex dungeon, you’ve been looking for a way back in.
  553. >Not to partake of whatever sordid acts she’s submitting that poor baby dragon to, but to stop her and get her to save Anon.
  554. >From the sounds that you’ve been hearing, both upstairs and downstairs, you’re the only p0ny in this library that is even remotely close to using it for its intended purpose.
  555. >And that is only because you’re looking for the biggest, heaviest book you can find.
  556. >You got this plan from watching one of Sylvester Stallione’s movies.
  557. >Library Buster 13: Attack of the Changelings.
  558. >You’re on the top floor of the library in the observatory after hauling “The big fucking book of magic and stuff” up 3 flights of stairs.
  559. >Anon had better appreciate this.
  560. >You tied the book to a piece of rope, and used the chandelier on the ceiling.
  561. >You pulled the rope tight and lifted the book off the floor.
  562. “Alright, here goes...”
  563. >What you failed to notice in the movie is that Sylvester Stallione did not have a loop of rope around his hoof when he lifted the book.
  564. >You let go of the rope, and the loop binds tightly around your hoof.
  565. >Gravity does what is only natural to it, and pulls the heavy book straight towards the ground and through the floorboards.
  566. >The mighty book crashes through the tree, down floor after floor, and you chase it inexorably.
  567. >On the way down you see Luna snuggling with that dragon, asleep with a smug grin on her face.
  568. >Whorse.
  569. >That’s the last thought you have the liberty of having though before you smash into the basement floor.
  570. >Your head spins, and your eyes point in different directions.
  571. >You shake your head to regain your senses and see Twilight and Anon cuddling like lovers.
  572. >Well, you know just how to take care of this.
  573. >You trot happily over to the new couple, taking note of the hearts in Anon’s eyes.
  574. >Of course this bitch would use magic to steal your human.
  575. >You trot over in front of her.
  576. >The sound of your hooves on the wooden floor and debris disturb her blissful slumber.
  577. >She opens her eyes, a smile on her slightly confused face to see you looming above her.
  578. >She opens her mouth to utter a protest, but you cut her off by bucking her with both your hind hooves.
  579. >She was sleeping before, but now she’s out cold.
  580. “Sweet dreams, Twilight.”
  581. >YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH
  582. >You could have sworn you just heard somebody playing “The Whoof” opening from CSI: Trottingham.
  583. >It makes you feel like even more of an action hero.
  584. >You turn your attention to Anon.
  585. >He’s still got hearts in his eyes.
  586. >But you know how to snap him out of it.
  587. >You walk up to him and his dopey grin.
  588. >You put your hooves either side of his head and make him look at you.
  589. “Anon. Snap out of it.”
  590. >Nope, ok that wasn’t going to work anyway.
  591. >You slap him with a hoof.
  592. >It makes a light *pomf* noise.
  593. >Huh. These pleasure apes are tougher than they look...
  594. >You take a hold of his face again and point him at the hole in the ceiling.
  595. “Anon. This is coming out of your paycheck.”
  596. >”nnnnNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
  597. >He’s back.
  598.  
  599. >Be Anon.
  600. >THIS ISN’T FAIR.
  601. >You didn’t do anything wrong!
  602. >You’re currently screaming at the top of your lungs at the hole your boss created, that you’re going to have to pay for.
  603. >Injustice!
  604. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo...!”
  605. >You inhale deeply, body catching up on the oxygen debt you built up by releasing your anguish.
  606. >”Are you quite done? We have to go save Spike.”
  607. >You sigh. There’s no point in arguing.
  608. “Ok...”
  609. >You and Aloe start walking upstairs.
  610. >You notice Twilight sleeping on the floor of the basement.
  611. “Uh... should we do something about her?” You suggest, pointing at the purple p0ny.
  612. >”Oh she’ll be fine. I gave her a double dose of something that just...”
  613. >Aloe pulls out sunglasses from somewhere and puts them on.
  614. >”Knocked her out.”
  615. >YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH
  616. >You hear The Who play from outside. Did they even have that here?
  617. >You look around for the source, but are unable to locate it.
  618. >By the time you look back to Aloe she’s put the sunglasses away.
  619. >She doesn’t even have pockets!
  620. >These ponies are weird.
  621. >You and Aloe go up the stairs and past Twilight’s bedroom.
  622. >Aloe informs you that Luna is in there holding Spike hostage.
  623. >You head up to the floor above and peer down the book shaped hole that leads to Twilight’s bedroom.
  624. >”Well, get down there.” Aloe commands.
  625. “Why me?”
  626. >”Because I pay you. And you can consider this overtime. You’ll need all the hours you can get to pay for this.”
  627. >You cry internally. Where did your life go so wrong that you’re being ordered around by pastel coloured miniature horses for a living?
  628. >You lower yourself down the hole, grumbling the whole time, but shut up when confronted by the touching scene in front of you.
  629. >Luna is having her mane brushed by Spike while she sleeps peacefully on the bed.
  630. >Her midnight blue body stirs softly, only due to her gentle breathing.
  631. >Her tail, ever twinkling with hundreds of stars, flows in an unfelt astral breeze.
  632. >She looks so peaceful like this...
  633. >But she was supposed to check on Spike, not molest him.
  634. >Which is why you feel no shame in walking up to her and shouting,
  635. “WAKE UP YOU AUTISTIC BITCH!”
  636. >Right into her ear.
  637. >She sits up straight, and her wings shoot out from her sides.
  638. >Her face is the perfect mask of shock and horror combined.
  639. >She also let out a startled,
  640. >”Bluargh?!”
  641. >As she woke up.
  642. >You laugh.
  643. >That might have been a mistake, but it was worth it.
  644. >She frantically searches her surroundings to get her bearings, and realises the cause for her rude awakening was you.
  645. >Her face looks positively indignant.
  646. >”HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT OUR ROYAL SLUMBER?”
  647. “How dare you molest that little boy?”
  648. >She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again quickly.
  649. >”I... trust I can convince you not to speak of this in exchange for a glowing review of your services, and a hefty sum of bits?”
  650. >Oh she knows you too well.
  651. >You nod in affirmation.
  652. >”*ahem*”
  653. >The diminuitive dragon in question clears his throat to grab your collective attention.
  654. >”No, don’t mind me. Just getting raped over here.”
  655. >Well this is pretty awkward...
  656.  
  657. -Part 6-
  658.  
  659. >”Don’t mind me. Just getting raped...”
  660. >This is about the 10th time Spike has said those words in this conversation.
  661. “Look, Spike. Luna said she’s sorry. How many times do we have to go over this?”
  662. >You rest your aching head on your hand and stare blankly at the wooden table.
  663. >You’ve all been sat here for the last 30 minutes trying to come to some amenable solution to this whole horrid affair.
  664. >”I know. To be honest, Twilight’s done it to me lots. I’m just looking to get some bits out of it like you.”
  665. >Your head slumps to the table with a loud thud.
  666. >You hear two other thuds as Luna and Aloe follow your lead.
  667. “Then can we please move on? Luna, pay the dragon.”
  668. >”VERY WELL. YOU SHALL BE PAID FOR YOUR... SERVICES.”
  669. >Bloody hell, you thought you turned loudspeaker off.
  670. >”Please keep it down, Princess! You’ll attract the mares outside if you keep shouting!”
  671. >You quickly skulk over to the window of the library, keeping a low profile.
  672. >Peeking over the window sill, you scan the landscape for any alerted mares.
  673. >The town square looks just like it did the last time you checked.
  674. >Mares wonder aimlessly around, like hug-craving zombies.
  675. >Where they bump into another soul they sit and hug, eyes turning into hearts.
  676. >You can hear their excited squeals and moans from here.
  677. >The sight of so many of them terrifies you.
  678. >If they caught so much as a whiff of your presence, you’d be pinned under a writhing mass of mares once again.
  679. >It wasn’t that it was unpleasant...
  680. >It was just troublesome.
  681. >But at this rate, you’re not getting home the conventional way.
  682. >You turn back to your group of survivors.
  683. “Ok, we’re still good. But please, princess, stop using your royal canterlot voice. They could be upon us any second!”
  684. >She blushes through her dark blue fur, and shies beneath her ethereal mane.
  685. >”I’m sorry... I forgot.”
  686. >”You haven’t been quite yourself, Luna. Is your heat affecting you that badly at the moment?” Aloe interjects.
  687. >”I... I lost myself earlier. I’m sorry Spike. But I’ll be fine. I’ll control myself from now on. I just... When I saw Spike on the bed... How wonderfully he was offered to me... And his claws... They reminded me of Anon’s hands so much...”
  688. >Her wings are starting to unfurl again...
  689. >And she’s drooling.
  690. >You clap your hands loudly in front of her face.
  691. “Snap out of it, Luna! We need to find a way out of here past all those sex-crazed mares! We don’t need another one in here.”
  692. >She regains her senses, but as you speak to her she’s not focused on your face. She’s staring at your hands.
  693. “UGH! This is hopeless!”
  694. >”What, you guys want a way out?” Spike says.
  695. >”Well yeah. Do you know of one?” Aloe asks.
  696. >”Well sure I do! I do live here!”
  697. “I thought the only entrance or exit was here on the ground floor.”
  698. >”Well technically that’s true for p0nies... But I have my ways of getting around.”
  699. >”Ok, well show us then!” Aloe demands.
  700. >”Well... I could... “
  701. “Luna, pay the dragon.”
  702. >”What?! Again? Very well. If it gets us somewhere private faster...”
  703. >She says that last bit in a sultry tone, staring at you with half lidded eyes.
  704. >A shiver runs down your spine.
  705. >”Alright. Well if that’s taken care of, there’s one more thing I want.”
  706. >This dragon is getting greedy...
  707. >You sigh.
  708. “Name your price...”
  709. >”Oh no, I don’t want any more money. Just promise not to tell Twilight.”
  710. >You all nod so fiercely that your heads might pop off your necks.
  711. >”Alright. Follow me.
  712. >Spike stands up from the table and heads to the basement.
  713. >The three of you look to each other in confusion, but follow him anyway.
  714. >He leads you down the stairs into Twilight’s lab.
  715. >Twilight is still “sleeping” peacefully on the floor, curled up against the giant book.
  716. >Somehow, it just seems right.
  717. >You all sneak past. She may have been knocked unconscious, but you’re not sure whether she’ll wake up.
  718. >Spike heads over to one of the many cabinets that line the walls of the laboratory.
  719. >He slips a claw behind one of them, and it slides away, revealing a small passage.
  720. “Whoa! Did you make this?”
  721. >”Nah. It was here when we moved in. There’s loads of secrets to this library. I don’t think we’ve even found them all.”
  722. >The tunnel is just about the right size for Spike, but a tight fit for you, Luna and Aloe.
  723. >”Uh, Spike. I don’t think we’re gonna fit in there.” Aloe says.
  724. >”Aha! Leave this to me!”
  725. >You all turn to Luna, who has a great big smirk on her face.
  726. >This... can’t be good.
  727. >Before you can protest, her horn glows with blue light.
  728. >You can feel your jimmies rustle as she charges the spell.
  729. >Her horn glows brighter, and she closes her eyes in meditation.
  730. >Eventually you’re blinded by the spell as it goes off in a flash of light.
  731. >The glow recedes, and you open your eyes to see...
  732. >A tiny Luna.
  733. >And a filly Aloe.
  734. >Oh your god, they’re fucking adorable!
  735. >However, their stature doesn’t seem to have changed.
  736. >In fact, they’re as tall as you.
  737. >But you’re also now the same size as Spike.
  738. >You pat yourself down as you try to comprehend what the spell did.
  739. >”Oh my gosh! I didn’t realise human foals were so cute!” Luna gushes.
  740. >She tackles you, knocking your puny child body over, and rubs her face against yours, much like a cat.
  741. >She’s so tickly!
  742. >”If you guys are done horsing around, let’s go.” Spike suggests, perhaps a little forcefully.
  743. >The four of you easily fit down the tunnel now.
  744. >You’re glad to leave the wreck of the tree, where so much has taken place.
  745. >You don’t want to remember this day or any of the events in it.
  746. >That, and the giant hole in the ceiling has wrecked all the feng shui.
  747. >You blunder on into the darkness, illuminated only by Luna’s horn.
  748. >You continue on for a while as the path slants upwards slightly.
  749. >You feel a lot slower. These short legs didn’t help you much now.
  750. >Did Spike have to get around like this every day?!
  751. >You can’t imagine living like this all the time. Little guy must be hella fit.
  752. “Spike, are you sure you didn’t dig this tunnel? It’s like, the perfect size for you!”
  753. >”Nope. It was like this when I found it. Whoever dug it might have been a baby dragon too. Especially since it seems they share my tastes!”
  754. >You wonder what that could mean.
  755. >You continue up the path and it leads to a wooden panel.
  756. >Spike motions for you to be quiet, and you all switch into sneak mode.
  757. >Spike pushes the panel gently, and it pops out of its slot.
  758. >He quietly slides it to the side, and places it down.
  759. >You look out the hole to see...
  760. >Sweetie Belle?
  761. >The hole opens up to a darkened room.
  762. >It’s tiny and filled with cleaning supplies and other assorted items.
  763. >It’s a closet of some sorts.
  764. >Sweetie Belle is just kind of... sitting there.
  765. >She doesn’t even seem to have noticed you.
  766. >She’s just staring into space at nothing with her mouth open.
  767. >Okay...
  768. >”Hey Sweetie.” Spike casually says as he walks past.
  769. >Spike heads to the other side of the closet and opens the door slightly.
  770. >He pokes his head out, and through the crack you can also see the main area of Carousel Boutique.
  771. >The coast looks clear, and he waves his claw for you to follow him.
  772. >Your elite commando unit files out of the closet under the stairs and into the lobby.
  773. >In the centre you see the enemy.
  774. >She’s lying on her sofa, facing away from you as you move silently to the door.
  775. >”It’s a chaise longue, dear.”
  776. >Damn. She heard your self narration.
  777. >”And who do we have here? A couple of fillies and colts? My, my... This must be my lucky day!”
  778. >Rarity uses her magic to lock the front door.
  779. >She rotates her chaise longue to face you.
  780. >She’s lying on it suggestively, eyes closed with a hoof drawn across her forehead in mock swooning.
  781. >”Oh, woe is me. I am in heat, and I have nop0ny to relieve me of my pent up frustrations. Whatever shall I do? If only I had a strong stallion with hands to tend to me, I could open the door...”
  782. >Oh god not again.
  783. >You look at your teammates.
  784. >Filly Aloe is urging you on, eager to get out of here as expediently as possible.
  785. >Filly Luna has wingboners and is rubbing her belly, tongue hanging out of her mouth. Fucking nymphomaniac.
  786. >Spike has hearts in his eyes. Rarity had him at “heat.”
  787. >You sigh again. You’re becoming a pro at it.
  788. >Looks like you’re going to have to please another mare to get out of here.
  789. >How come you keep getting yourself into these situations?
  790. >Such is the cursed life of a pleasure ape it seems.
  791. >Dammit, she’s even got you calling yourself that now.
  792. >You stride towards Rarity, rolling up your sleeves.
  793. >You mean business this time.
  794. >You’ve had plenty of practice today. You’re going to give her the biggest orgasm of her life.
  795. >You reach your hands out towards her belly with purpose, but are halted by a blue glow.
  796. >”Oh no, darling. You mustn’t rush these things... Do you not know how to treat a lady?”
  797. >She opens her eyes to look at you.
  798. >”A-anon?! Is that you? What happened to you?”
  799. >Oh, I guess that makes sense. She was expecting Spike.
  800. >Why the hell did you offer?
  801. >She must know about the tunnel by now. Spike must have been visiting her in secret.
  802. >Now you just feel stupid.
  803. “Luna cast a spell on us.” You squeak. As a child you sound like a girl. It’s kinda humiliating.
  804. >Rarity looks out upon her audience.
  805. >She’s shocked to see so many of you. It seems she was really just expecting Spike.
  806. >However, after she’s absorbed this information, her look turns from one of confusion to a predatory grin.
  807. MEANWHILE IN A PUB IN CANTERLOT
  808. >”’ere, Raritan. Your mood Rarity’s changed again.”
  809. >”Oh, aye, Disc?”
  810. >The two white pegasi look at Raritan’s flank, where his cutie mark – Rarity’s face - has a weird look.
  811. >”Huh. I haven’t ever seen that one before.”
  812. >”What do you suppose it means?”
  813. >”Hmm... I reckon she’s seeing something she likes. Like, really likes.”
  814. >”Huh, I can see that. It’s like she really, really likes something. Maybe even lusts after it?”
  815. >”Yeah, that’s the one! I wonder what she’s up to.”
  816. >”We’ll never know.”
  817. >”What do you think it feels like to stick a needle in your eye?” An old grizzled p0ny blurts out, sitting in the corner of a booth. He’s missing a hind leg, and seems to have seen his fair share of shit.
  818. >”Be quiet, Jibber.”
  819. BACK IN PONYVILLE
  820. >”Spike, would you be a dear and come over here?” Rarity croons.
  821. >Spike obediently rushes to her side.
  822. >”Yes, my queen?”
  823. >”Oh my dear Spikey-wikey. I have a job for you to do. It’s not every day that I get a couple of... handy stallions ready and eager to attend to my needs.”
  824. >”Anything you wish, my sweet!”
  825. >Oh no. You can see where this is going.
  826. >You never asked for this.
  827. >You very calmly and slowly back away from Rarity.
  828. “Well, I can see you got this one, Spike. I’ll just wait over... HURK”
  829. >You’re hoisted into the air by Rarity’s magic, which has picked you up by the scruff of your shirt.
  830. >”Now, now. Just because you’re not older, Anon, doesn’t mean you can’t help mommy.”
  831. >Oh please no.
  832. “Rarity, please don’t make me do this. Isn’t this wrong?”
  833. >”I’ll admit I do prefer an older stallion, but...”
  834. >She draws you in close to her face.
  835. >”A foal is fine too.”
  836. >Her grin at this proximity is terrifying.
  837. >You can feel her libido washing over you like a wave of marshmallow >rape.
  838. >This will not end well for you.
  839. >”Now, what do we do to unruly foals who don’t want to help mommy?”
  840. >Spike sticks his claw into the air and waves it frenetically.
  841. >”OOH, OOH! I know this one! We spank them, right?”
  842. >”That’s right, Spikey-wikey!”
  843. >Rarity reaches out a hoof and pats Spike on the head.
  844. >He eagerly receives the praise, even craning his neck to receive more touches from his idol.
  845. >It’d be heartwarming if you weren’t focused on what’s coming next.
  846. >She promptly turns you around and plants your face on the floor.
  847. >Your ass is pointing up in the air, and you strain your neck to look around at what she’s doing.
  848. >At least she won’t be able to do much damage with those marshmallow hooves of hers.
  849. >All you have to do is pretend to be hurt.
  850. >That plan goes out the window though when you see a riding crop float down the stairs, surrounded by a blue glow.
  851. >WHY ON EARTH WOULD SHE HAVE A RIDING CROP?!
  852. >You tense your ass cheeks and close your eyes in anticipation of the lashings you’re about to receive.
  853. >You hear the crop slice through the air a split second before you feel the sting of it on your ass.
  854. >”You. Will. Do. As. Mommy. Says.” Rarity dictates.
  855. >She punctuates each word with a swing of the crop.
  856. >There are only six swings, but she was merciless with the force of them.
  857. >You’d like to say that it was because you were reverted to a child, that you have tears in your eyes now.
  858. >But you’d be lying. That crop stings like a bitch.
  859. >Rarity levitates you back in front of her.
  860. >”Now what have we learned, Anon?”
  861. >You sniffle and try to clear the tears from your eyes with a hand.
  862. >All the while Rarity just stares at you expectantly.
  863. >”Well? I won’t ask again.”
  864. “D-do what... Mommy says...”
  865. >”Good boy!”
  866. >She levitates you closer to her and pulls you into a deep hug.
  867. >You hug back. She’s so soft.
  868. >She actually does smell of marshmallow.
  869. >She puts you back on the ground in front of her.
  870. >”Now you two boys are going to help mommy feel good. But don’t go straight for my belly this time. You’re going to learn how to take it slow. Start with mommy’s hooves.”
  871. >You and Spike shuffle down to the end of the chaise, where Rarity’s immaculate hooves await.
  872. >Spike wastes no time, taking the right into his claws.
  873. >You’re left with the remaining hoof on the left.
  874. >You take it gently into your hands, remarking how soft it is.
  875. >The hoof is nothing like any kind of hoof you’d find on earth.
  876. >In fact you’d struggle to call it a hoof at all if these p0nies didn’t call it such themselves.
  877. >The bottom of the hoof is completely circular.
  878. >It has no particularly hard parts. It’s more like a foot.
  879. >You inspect it closer, and find that there is a raised semicircular pad of slightly harder mallow.
  880. >That must be what makes the clop sound.
  881. >You look over to Spike.
  882. >He’s already going to town with his hoof. He must have past experience.
  883. >Rarity is looking down at you with a slight frown on her face.
  884. >Well, you’d better get started.
  885. >You take your thumbs and dig them into the center of the hoof.
  886. >You rub two circles, clockwise with your right thumb and anti-clockwise with your left, in the center of the hoof.
  887. >You look at Rarity, who sighs in confirmation and lays her head back down on the chaise.
  888. >You take this as a sign that you’re doing well, and continue your circular motions.
  889. >You move the circles up and down and Rarity hums in response.
  890. >You rub your circles closer to the raised portion of the hoof, and Rarity twitches in response.
  891. >She must be ticklish there.
  892. >Well, you can have a bit of fun here. It’s the closest thing you can do to revenge.
  893. >You take your thumbs off her hoof and cup it in your left hand.
  894. >She looks up at you, startled that you’ve stopped.
  895. >Her expression is contorted into an open mouthed grin once your right hand touches her hoof though.
  896. >You dance your fingertips around the ridge on her hoof.
  897. >Her peals of laughter echo around the room, a beautiful sound if ever you heard one.
  898. >You relentlessly tickle her, revelling in the sweet taste of marshmallow revenge.
  899. >Spike looks over to you, then gets a devious grin on his face.
  900. >He joins in with you, his clawtips wildly flailing over the surface of her hoof.
  901. >She squirms and twists to get away from the overwhelming sensations that wrack her body.
  902. >”WAHAHA! S-stop! I can’t... AHAHA!” She pleads.
  903. >She struggles for breath, wheezing in between laughing fits.
  904. >You think that she’s had enough and obey. You also don’t want to meet that riding crop again.
  905. >Spike follows in suit and smiles bashfully at Rarity.
  906. >You think he enjoyed it almost as much as you.
  907. >She pants heavily, endorphins coursing through her brain, with a huge smile on her face.
  908. >She regains her composure and sits up to look down at you and Spike.
  909. >The two of you can only blush and look away from her penetrating gaze.
  910. >”Oh how naughty of you two. I should have known you were a troublemaker, Anon.”
  911. >Oh shit, now you’ve gone and done it.
  912. >”Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing...”
  913. >She smiles at you with her bedroom eyes.
  914. >If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s trying to seduce you.
  915. >Like all these damn ponies!
  916. >Suddenly your center of gravity shifts, as a blue glow encompasses you.
  917. >You’re weightless, being levitated by Rarity.
  918. >Spike also aquires a similar coloured glow and levitates.
  919. >”I think that’s enough foreplay for now, boys. It’s time for the main event. And that means that you’re going to have to grow up, Anon.”
  920. >Her horn glows even more intensely, and you feel your body expanding.
  921. >Luna’s enchantment is dispelled, and you’re soon back in your adult body.
  922. >”I like your human sense of adventure, Anon. I think it’s time you put it to work.”
  923. >She turns around so that her rump is facing you.
  924. >You’re no horsefucker, but DAMN.
  925. >”Here.” Aloe calls out from behind you.
  926. >You wheel around just in time to catch her magic sunglasses.
  927. >You slip them on before biting your bottom lip.
  928. “Dat ass.”
  929. >Yeah. That felt right somehow.
  930. >”If you’re done fooling around, I suggest you get to work back there.”
  931. >Your attention is turned back to Rarity’s face, which is scowling at you.
  932. >It soon softens though as she feels Spike’s caress.
  933. >Spike has moved to her front, and is currently stroking his claw through her hair.
  934. >You’d better get those hands of yours moving. You don’t want to be outdone by a baby dragon.
  935. >You place your hands firmly on her cutie marks and start tracing circles gently around her diamonds.
  936. >Similar to Luna, she hums in delight at your delicate touch.
  937. >Focusing on one diamond at a time, you slowly rub her flank.
  938. >The pleasure is clear on her face. She smiles like you’ve never seen her smile before.
  939. >You speed up your rubbing. She moans with a deep rumble in her throat.
  940. >You decide to switch it up.
  941. >Using two fingers on each hand, you trace two opposing circles on each side of her body.
  942. >It’s a tricky maneuver, but you’re rewarded for your efforts with Rarity twitching and kicking her legs.
  943. >It seems that the pleasure you’re providing is simply too much, so you slow your circles down and soften your touch.
  944. >Speaking of soft, her rump is absolutely plush.
  945. >As you grip it, you feel practically no resistance at all.
  946. >In fact...
  947. >You grip tighter.
  948. >Rarity moans in response.
  949. >Holy shit, you can’t even see your fingertips anymore.
  950. >And you still feel you can go further.
  951. >You look to Rarity again.
  952. >Her eyes are closed in absolute bliss.
  953. >Spike is stroking her neck and mane, while his long, forked tongue wraps around the spirals on her horn and tickles the tip.
  954. >Sparks are already shooting off her horn.
  955. >She doesn’t seem to be in distress. In fact, you think she likes it.
  956. >Well, you don’t want to disappoint the lady.
  957. >You dig in with your hands.
  958. >They sink effortlessly into her marshmallow flesh.
  959. >Rarity screams with pleasure.
  960. >Your hands have sunk so far in that you can feel your thumb and forefinger touching.
  961. >Holy shit, she’s just made out of marshmallow!
  962. >This is enough however to send Rarity over the edge.
  963. >Spike gets a faceful of fireworks, as Rarity’s horn goes supernova.
  964. >Her legs give way, and she falls to the floor.
  965. >As the waves of orgasm crash against her, she can’t help but curl into a cute little white ball.
  966. >Her legs are held close to her body, and her eyes are shut tight.
  967. >She climaxes for a few seconds, then goes limp.
  968. >The light from her horn has died down now. A faint light at the tip is all that remains as she basks in the literal afterglow.
  969. >You gently pick her up and lay her down on her chaise longue.
  970. >Spike hops up next to her and snuggles close with her.
  971. >That’s good. It’s nice to have someone with you after this kind of thing.
  972. >Especially when you’ve got to fuck and leave.
  973. >You tiptoe away from the sleeping couple to the exit of the boutique.
  974. >You motion to Aloe and Luna to follow you.
  975. >Aloe, who had found her hooves very interesting throughout the whole event, readily gets up, eager to leave.
  976. >Luna rises on unsteady legs, as she fights off her orgasm that she built up while clopping to Rarity.
  977. >You simply shake your head and get back to the task at hand.
  978. >You silently open the door and stick your head out.
  979. >You see the zombie mares hugging in the street.
  980. >It’s getting towards sunset, so most of them are heading home.
  981. >You even see that weird black and white p0ny that always wears that weird face paint.
  982. >He’s a stallion, but nobody wants his belly rubs.
  983. >You wordlessly communicate for Aloe and Luna to follow you.
  984. >You get a foot outside the door when you suddenly hear,
  985. >”HELLO SPIKE! HELLO ANON!”
  986. >Sweetie Belle has snapped out of her stupor and has finally recognised your presence.
  987. >20 minutes late.
  988. >Unfortunately she’s also alerted every p0ny in a 500 metre radius to your location.
  989. >She’s got a really powerful voice.
  990. >Maybe she should go into singing?
  991.  
  992. -Finale-
  993.  
  994. >You’re running.
  995. >Since coming to Equestria your diet has changed considerably.
  996. >P0nies are primarily vegetarians, and so you eat a lot more fruit and veg as opposed to the fast food that you crammed down your gullet on Earth.
  997. >But any amount of veg is more than NONE.
  998. >Still, for your token amount of healthy foods that you eat, your body has been kind enough to shed some weight.
  999. >But that’s not the problem.
  1000. >Oh no.
  1001. >The problem would be all the cakes and sweets that you scarf down at Sugarcube Corner.
  1002. >They’re what are slowing you down right now as you try your best to escape the horde.
  1003. >You, Luna and Aloe are racing away from a gaggle of horny mares, all hellbent on pinning you down and rubbing their soft, warm bodies over every inch of your person that they can find...
  1004. >Stop it, boner.
  1005. Hey, I likes what I likes!
  1006. >You’re running to the only place that screamed safety in your head.
  1007. >Your palace of solitude.
  1008. >Your house.
  1009. >It’s on the outskirts of town on the way to Fluttershy’s cottage and the Everfree forest.
  1010. >Right now you’re ahead of the mares.
  1011. >You’re outpacing them by simply having longer strides.
  1012. >Their short, stubby legs thankfully can’t match Luna’s long, majestic, graceful gallops or your lolloping gait.
  1013. >You clutch your chest in pain. You feel like you’re about to cough up a lung and a twinkie.
  1014. “Luna...” You wheeze, “Do... Something...”
  1015. >You huff and pant, so unused to the amount of exercise you’re doing today.
  1016. >When you get out of this...
  1017. >IF you get out of this, you’re going straight to Rainbro Dash and starting a strict training regime.
  1018. >”Hmm? Oh, Okay.” Luna responds.
  1019. >She wasn’t paying attention to the gravity of the situation.
  1020. >She’s not even out of breath!
  1021. >Fucking haxxy alicorns!
  1022. >Her horn glows as she effortlessly charges another powerful spell.
  1023. >Surely an alicorn princess, capable of moving the heavenly bodies themselves will come up with some method of mastering the arcane forces that be in order to overcome this predicament.
  1024. >Her horn glows ever brighter as the spell nears completion until...
  1025. >*Pop*
  1026. >Or she could just teleport you into the bushes next to the road.
  1027. >You, Luna and Aloe stay absolutely still and quietly get your breath back.
  1028. >The mares all stop and groan collectively in disappointment.
  1029. >Some of them start crying.
  1030. >You kinda feel bad for them.
  1031. >But you have had enough of mares fucking with you.
  1032. >And fucking you.
  1033. >If you can call heavy petting that.
  1034. >At the end of the day all they want are rubs and snuggles...
  1035. >But you aren’t going to please every mare in P0nyville.
  1036. >They’ll just have to be unsatisfied.
  1037. >The mares eventually head back into town.
  1038. >It seems that their heat is wearing off too.
  1039. >Less of them are stopping to hug, and even outright denying hugs at the moment.
  1040. >The last of them trots away and you get out of your hiding place.
  1041. “Phew. Thanks, Luna.”
  1042. >”You’re welcome, Fucktoy.”
  1043. >Well, you’ll let that one slide.
  1044. >She did just save you from another mass >rape attempt.
  1045. >”So what do we do now?” Aloe asks.
  1046. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m going home, cracking open my hardest liquor and I’m going to do my damndest to forget this entire day. You’re welcome to join me.”
  1047. >”That sounds like a WONDERFUL idea, Anon.” Aloe sighs.
  1048. >”Huzzah! It has been quite some time since we have partaken of the royal booze-up!”
  1049. >The three of you wearily walk down the path in relative silence.
  1050. >You’re all exhausted after today’s events.
  1051. >You do manage to strike up conversation though.
  1052. >There’s one thing you’re curious about.
  1053. “So... Aloe... How come you’re not crazy like the mares?”
  1054. >Aloe looks absolutely perplexed by your question.
  1055. >”What on earth do you mean, Anon?”
  1056. “Well... What makes you different from the mares? They all went bellyrub mad, but you didn’t. How come?”
  1057. >”Why would I?”
  1058. “Because you’re a...”
  1059. >Aloe’s face becomes a picture of rage.
  1060. >”WELL I NEVER. I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW, ANON, THAT I AM A STALLION!”
  1061. >Oh.
  1062. >OH.
  1063. >Well how were you supposed to know?!
  1064. >”IT’S BECAUSE I’M PINK, ISN’T IT? I HAPPEN TO KNOW QUITE A FEW STALLIONS THAT ARE PINK, AND THEY’RE SOME OF THE MANLIEST MEN YOU’LL EVER MEET. I THOUGHT A LOT MORE OF YOU, ANON. DON’T BOTHER TURNING UP TO WORK TOMORROW!”
  1065. >With that, she – HE pivots on one hoof and marches back to town, tail and nose held high in the air.
  1066. >”Fucktoy! I thought better of you! How could you insult poor Aloe like that?” Luna chastises.
  1067. >Come ON!
  1068. >It was an honest mistake.
  1069. >In a world with no genitals, how are you supposed to know?
  1070. >When is a mare just an incredibly girly stallion?
  1071. >When is a stallion just an incredibly boyish mare?
  1072. >You feel the pasta sauce that has been silently welling up in your pockets seep through the fabric of your clothes and trickle down your leg.
  1073. >It pools at your ankle in a tomatoey stain.
  1074. >You dribble drops of it along the road as you and Luna continue on to your house.
  1075. >You arrive at your house shortly and wearily open the door.
  1076. “Well, it’s not much, Luna. But come on in.”
  1077. >The door swings open to reveal your sparse living room.
  1078. >To the left is the stairs leading to your bedroom and bathroom.
  1079. >Straight ahead leads to your messy kitchen, with its overdue pile of washing up.
  1080. >The room you entered in is your living room.
  1081. >Your house isn’t all that big.
  1082. >In your living room you have a TV with a sizable sofa from the Quills and Sofa shop.
  1083. >Or at least it’s sizable to p0nies.
  1084. >Your magical computer sits, ever glowing, in the corner.
  1085. >It displays 4chan constantly.
  1086. >You leap over the sofa and turn off the monitor.
  1087. >You do NOT want the princess of Equestria to see what you fap to.
  1088. >”What was that, Fucktoy?”
  1089. >Oh shit.
  1090. “Uh... Just... Pleasure ape stuff. You wouldn’t like it.”
  1091. >On the contrary, her eyes light up like it’s Hearth’s Warming Eve.
  1092. >”OH MY! IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE HAVE SEEN PLEASURE APE MATING VIDEOS! MAY WE-“
  1093. >Your ears are given respite from Luna’s shouting as she is hit from behind with a loud *clonk*.
  1094. >Her eyes roll up into her head, and her form goes limp.
  1095. >She collapses in your living room.
  1096. >You’re so relieved that she didn’t look at your porn.
  1097. >Then you realise that one of the rulers of Equestria is unconscious on your floor and even though this isn’t your fault, like most things today you’re going to be the one to pay for it.
  1098. >You rush over and cradle her head in your arms.
  1099. >Her eyes are derped, pointing in completely different directions.
  1100. >You hope she doesn’t have brain damage.
  1101. >That would take a lot of money to fix.
  1102. “WHY LUNA, WHYYYYYYY?” You cry to the ceiling.
  1103. >Your melodrama is cut short by another *clonk* sound, this time on your head.
  1104. >As you fall backwards, your eyes derping out of focus, you see a yellow and pink blur attached to your ceiling holding your anti-rape bat.
  1105. >The irony is not lost on you.
  1106. >As you pass out your final words are:
  1107. “Flucking Futtershy.”
  1108. >You wake up some time later to an odd sensation on your torso.
  1109. >You open your eyes and try moving your arms.
  1110. >Big surprise. They’re chained to something.
  1111. >You sigh. You’re not impressed.
  1112. >You look around.
  1113. >You’re in your room, in your bed.
  1114. >Fluttershy must have dragged you in here after she knocked you out.
  1115. >Speaking of whom, she’s the source of your abnormal stimulus.
  1116. >She has taken your clothes off, and is currently humping your belly gently.
  1117. >She’s moaning ever so softly with each thrust.
  1118. >Her silky smooth coat rubs against your belly.
  1119. >Her dainty hooves are perched on your chest.
  1120. >Her tail wags and lifts, tickling your member.
  1121. >This is getting awkward.
  1122. >You try and shake her off.
  1123. >She holds fast, her hind legs straddling your waist.
  1124. >You try and get more purchase with your legs, but they are bound as well.
  1125. >You try to sit up.
  1126. >You see that your legs are bound by a strip of coarse fabric that has been looped under the bed.
  1127. >It keeps your legs a set distance apart.
  1128. >You sigh again.
  1129. “Fluttershy, get off me.”
  1130. >”N-no... Ahn! I’ve got you... Unf... Right where I want you, mister!”
  1131. Hey.
  1132. Hey bro.
  1133. >What is it, boner?
  1134. We have a report just in.
  1135. >I don’t want to hear it, boner. You never have anything good to say.
  1136. No, seriously. Just hear me out.
  1137. >Ugh. Fine.
  1138. Close your eyes and listen.
  1139. >What?
  1140. Just do it you wimp.
  1141. >You close your eyes and focus on the world around you.
  1142. >You hear a girl.
  1143. >A dainty girl.
  1144. >She’s moaning lustfully.
  1145. >She’s moaning for you.
  1146. See bro? Love is blind.
  1147. >Ok, you have to admit, feeling her warmth on your skin...
  1148. >Her soft fur, brushing you ever so gently...
  1149. >Her tail swishing around your privates.
  1150. >You can’t say it’s not turning you on...
  1151. Dude, I got this.
  1152. >Boner. You never do anything worthwhile. You always get us in trouble.
  1153. No way man! Just give me this one last chance.
  1154. >Well what choice do you have? It’s the one part of you that isn’t restrained.
  1155. >Ok, boner. You have clearance.
  1156. BONER LIMITER DEACTIVATED. BONER STRENGTH 100%!
  1157. >Your member rises to the occasion and pokes Fluttershy underneath her tail.
  1158. >She yelps in surprise and shoots into the air on terrified wings.
  1159. >As she stands on the ceiling, quivering in fear, she looks down at your tool.
  1160. >”W-what is that?!”
  1161. >You can’t help but chuckle.
  1162. “That, Fluttershy, means that you got me worked up. I am aroused. And it’s all your fault. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
  1163. >She suddenly looks very nervous, which isn’t particularly surprising since it’s Fluttershy.
  1164. >”Y-you mean... You don’t... Belly rubs?”
  1165. >You shake your head.
  1166. >She squeaks.
  1167. >What is surprising is the course of action she takes next.
  1168. >She flutters down from the ceiling and lands on your stomach, head over your crotch.
  1169. >She stares at your rod inquisitively.
  1170. >You can feel her breath tickling your head.
  1171. >She gets closer, close enough that you can feel the tiny hairs on the end of her muzzle.
  1172. >Your cock can’t help but twitch at the teasing sensations.
  1173. >Every time it does, she backs away in fear.
  1174. >She must think it’s going to bite or something.
  1175. >She leans in close again.
  1176. >She’s inspecting it more than trying to please you.
  1177. >Eventually she opens her mouth.
  1178. >You can feel her warm, moist breath on your head.
  1179. >She bobs forward. You can almost feel her tongue touching you.
  1180. >You can’t help but whine in anticipation.
  1181. >She pulls back, hesitant.
  1182. >You lift your head in order to complain, but then she engulfs your member in one stroke.
  1183. >You throw your head back into the pillow and let out a low, rumbling groan.
  1184. >Her exploring tongue runs up and down your length, savouring your taste.
  1185. >Her lips stay still as she licks you all around.
  1186. >Her long tongue dances across your skin, spiralling and swirling around every part of your surface she can reach.
  1187. >You moan as precum starts to build at your tip.
  1188. >She’s not working the shaft, but the sensations are incredible and flood your mind with pleasure.
  1189. >Her tongue is so much more agile than a human’s, and it gives her a natural aptitude for the blowjob she’s giving you.
  1190. >She releases you however after she’s decided she’s had enough.
  1191. >She widens her lips, and backs off your member, connected to you still by clear strands of her saliva.
  1192. >”I-it’s salty! It tastes soooo good...” She exclaims.
  1193. “T-that’s great, Fluttershy. Now let me out so I can return the favour.”
  1194. >Yeah. You’re that far gone.
  1195. >It’s been so long since you actually had sex that you’re considering fucking a marshmallow horse.
  1196. >It doesn’t help that she sounds and talks like a human woman.
  1197. >Or that she smells so sweet.
  1198. >Or that she’s so soft and warm...
  1199. >You’re desperate. She’s in heat.
  1200. >It benefits you both.
  1201. >Your [MOTHER] would be proud of you.
  1202. Hey, it’s not that bad.
  1203. >You’re biased, boner.
  1204. Well, yeah. But think about it, where are you going to put it?
  1205. >Oh. You hadn’t thought that far.
  1206. >Fluttershy releases your restraints, and retakes her old position on your chest, hind legs straddling your waist.
  1207. >”W-what now?”
  1208. >You can tell she’s really worked up now.
  1209. >Her wings are at full span, feathers quivering with pent up sexual tension.
  1210. >Her face sports a heavy blush, and her eyes are half closed in a seductive gaze.
  1211. >You can’t help yourself anymore.
  1212. >You raise a hand to her cute face and cup her cheek.
  1213. >She nuzzles into it, and you bring her close to your own face.
  1214. >You kiss her gently on her lips.
  1215. >Then again.
  1216. >The third time you slide your tongue into her mouth.
  1217. >She tastes ever so slightly of lemons.
  1218. >Your tongue immediately asserts its dominance over hers as they dance their erotic waltz.
  1219. >Yours slides so smoothly, slick with saliva as it searches her mouth.
  1220. >Your goal is her teeth, sensitive and so private.
  1221. >They are yours.
  1222. >She squeals into your mouth as you stroke her incisors.
  1223. >You flick the tip of your tongue behind her teeth, tickling her gums.
  1224. >You probe sideways, stopping at the gap where her canines should be.
  1225. >You stroke her gum again, and she squirms on top of you squealing.
  1226. >Her writhing form only further tickles your skin with her velvety fur.
  1227. >It only serves to send more blood to your cock, which now yearns for release after its tantalizing taste of pleasure earlier.
  1228. >You stop kissing, as you feel it’s time to send her absolutely wild.
  1229. >She looks at you dreamily, eyes half lidded, as her mind is clouded by her arousal.
  1230. >She lays her head on your chest.
  1231. >You bring your arms up to her head.
  1232. >You start at her forehead, tracing with your fingers the front of her mane towards her ear.
  1233. >She sighs into your soothing touch, pushing her head towards your hand.
  1234. >You reach her ear and scratch behind it.
  1235. >Again, your actions are met with squeals of satisfaction. It’s so cute.
  1236. >You scratch a bit more then take her ear between your thumb and forefinger.
  1237. >You rub and massage it gently, revelling at the super soft fur that lines the inside of her ear.
  1238. >She hums and snuggles closer to your broad chest.
  1239. >The fur on her cheek brushes your nipples. It’s so fine that it’s not ticklish, only pleasurable.
  1240. >As you rub her ear, you take your free hand and trace her hairline again, this time in the opposite direction.
  1241. >Instead of heading to her other ear though, you spread your fingers and stroke through her mane.
  1242. >She groans at the sensations, the dots of pleasure from her scalp being transmitted straight to her brain, pushing her ever closer to her climax.
  1243. >But you’re not going to let her get there yet.
  1244. >You run your hand through her mane all the way down her neck.
  1245. >You reach down past her shoulder, no longer touching flesh but still in her gorgeous, silky smooth hair.
  1246. >Your fingers exit her mane one at a time as it tapers off to the flick at the end.
  1247. >You take the flick between two of your fingers and rub it.
  1248. >She can feel every movement you make.
  1249. >She responds with twitches in her hind legs.
  1250. >You can feel them wanting to kick out.
  1251. >She’s close.
  1252. >You keep rubbing both her ear and mane as you bring the tip of her hair to your mouth.
  1253. >Her eyes open slightly in confusion, as her mind wonders to what you’re about to do.
  1254. >Your answer comes all too clearly as you take her mane in between your teeth and lick it.
  1255. >Her eyes open wide in shock and she jerks her head backwards.
  1256. >You don’t let go of her hair though.
  1257. >You keep licking. It tastes like strawberries.
  1258. >In fact, it’s really fine strawberry laces.
  1259. >You bite, and she screams in absolute bliss.
  1260. >She’s reared back, paralyzed in orgasm as she howls your name.
  1261. >”AAAAAAaaaaaanoooooOOOOooooooonnnn...!”
  1262. >You stop your rubbing and let her ride the waves of euphoria.
  1263. >She jerks and twitches, humping your stomach intermittently.
  1264. >After a few seconds she tires and slumps back down onto your chest, eyes closed.
  1265. >You simply hold her close, wrapping your long arms around her back.
  1266. >She nuzzles close to you, exhausted.
  1267. >You let her lie for a few seconds, then decide to speak.
  1268. “Fluttershy...”
  1269. >”Hmmm...?” She responds, not opening her eyes.
  1270. “Fluttershy, you tried to rape me.”
  1271. >”Mmmhmm...”
  1272. “I don’t take kindly to that.”
  1273. >Now she’s woken up.
  1274. >She’s realised the menacing tone that has crept into your voice.
  1275. >Her eyes are wide with realisation, but before she can flap her wings to try and get away, you flip over, pinning her.
  1276. >You have been raped all day long.
  1277. >Admittedly, it hasn’t been as violent as rape on earth, but you have had just about enough of these p0nies.
  1278. >Especially after Flutternutter here knocked you out and tied you up.
  1279. >You grab her forelegs with your hands and pin them either side of her head.
  1280. >The look on her face expresses her fear perfectly.
  1281. >With her wide eyes and shrunken pupils you can practically taste the adrenaline flowing through her veins.
  1282. >She struggles futilely against your grip.
  1283. >She’s just too weak to put up a fight.
  1284. >She wiggles her hind legs, which were still either side of your waist, under your stomach.
  1285. >She tries to buck you off.
  1286. >To no avail.
  1287. >It feels like she’s hitting you with a sack of pillows filled with clouds.
  1288. >It’s actually kind of nice.
  1289. >But she soon learns that her efforts are useless.
  1290. >She just looks up at you, terrified.
  1291. >You lean in close to the side of her face.
  1292. >She’s so scared that she just looks straight up at the ceiling, unwilling to move for fear of what you’ll do to her.
  1293. >You whisper into her ear.
  1294. “What’s the matter, Fluttershy...? Haven’t you always wanted to have sex with me?”
  1295. >She simply squeaks in response.
  1296. >You very suddenly and roughly take a lick of her cheek, from her jaw to her ear.
  1297. “You must be ok with this... Doesn’t it turn you on?”
  1298. >You raise your voice and shout at her.
  1299. “YOU MUST BE OK WITH IT, SINCE YOU JUST TRIED TO RAPE ME!”
  1300. >She finally flinches, turning to face you.
  1301. >You’re eye to eye with your rapist, and ready for revenge.
  1302. >She can see the angry look on your face.
  1303. >Her tail swishes in protest, trying to cover what should be underneath it.
  1304. >It’s a reflex, you figure.
  1305. >If that’s what she’s so worried about, then you’ll play on it.
  1306. >You move your hips so that your erection is poised at where her hole should be.
  1307. >Her coat tickles the underside of your member, but you try to ignore the pleasurable sensation.
  1308. >You gyrate your hips so that your cock rubs against her crotch.
  1309. >She shudders in response.
  1310. >She’s so warm and plush.
  1311. >You poise your point at where her cunt should be.
  1312. >She doesn’t have one, but you’re going to make one.
  1313. >These marshmallows are soft all the way through.
  1314. >She notices the pressure down there, and jerks her head up in response.
  1315. >”N-no! Please! Anon! I’m sorry!” She yells.
  1316. >She starts crying.
  1317. >Tears stream down her cheeks as she pleads with you.
  1318. >”I’m so sorry Anon! I didn’t realise it was like this...! Please! Stop!”
  1319. >She breaks down into full blown sobs, no longer able to form proper words as terror addles her mind.
  1320. >So this is what it feels like to be the rapist, huh?
  1321. >Doesn’t feel so good, really.
  1322. >Sure, you’ve got this pretty p0ny completely at your mercy.
  1323. >You’ve dominated her completely and broken her.
  1324. >But that’s not you.
  1325. >You’ve had your fun.
  1326. >You remove what little weight you were using to pin her down.
  1327. >She stops crying and looks up at you in confusion.
  1328. >You remove your hands from her legs and kneel back on the bed.
  1329. >She props herself up with her newly freed hooves and cocks her head at you quizzically.
  1330. >”Y-you’re not going to rape me?”
  1331. “No, Fluttershy. I’m not a rapist. I just wanted to show you how it feels to be on the receiving end.”
  1332. >She leaps at you and hugs you tightly.
  1333. >”I-I’m so sorry, Anon... I was just so horny from my heat... Can you forgive me?”
  1334. >You look at the pleading p0ny with a smile.
  1335. >You think she’s had enough. You have too.
  1336. >You pet her mane.
  1337. “Yes, Fluttershy. I think I can.”
  1338. >Some moments pass, as the two of you snuggle together upright on the bed.
  1339. Hey. Hey boss.
  1340. >Oh what is it now, boner?
  1341. I did good, didn’t I?
  1342. >Yes, I suppose you did.
  1343. You wanna know something else?
  1344. >Fine. Surprise me.
  1345. I’m still at full strength!
  1346. >Yes, your boner is pushing against Fluttershy’s belly.
  1347. >Her short coat and softness rub against your sensitive underside.
  1348. >You can’t help but squirm against the tantalizing sensation.
  1349. >”You know, Anon...” Fluttershy starts.
  1350. >She starts rubbing her belly side to side against your phallus.
  1351. >It sends jolts of delight up your spine.
  1352. >”W-when you were down there... At my plot... It felt really good...”
  1353. >Uh... You can see where this is going.
  1354. >And you’re not entirely sure you want to resist.
  1355. >After that blowjob you got earlier, your balls have been complaining; aching for release.
  1356. >”You know... If you wanted to...”
  1357. >She releases the hug and turns around on the bed.
  1358. >She lays her head on the bed and sticks her ass in the air.
  1359. >She turns back to look at you. She’s sporting a massive blush.
  1360. >”You could... j- j- jam it in!”
  1361. >Ok.
  1362. >You’re not a horsefucker.
  1363. >Honestly, you’re not.
  1364. >But...
  1365. >Damn, that marshmallow butt is looking mighty attractive right now.
  1366. “But where, Fluttershy?”
  1367. >”Well... anywhere. It felt really good... Please. Just... You made me all horny again...”
  1368. >Oh great. It turns out rape IS her fetish.
  1369. >Her wings are fully extended again.
  1370. >She’s presenting herself to you.
  1371. >This is happening.
  1372. “Are you sure, Fluttershy?”
  1373. >”YES! Give it to me!”
  1374. >Well... Ok then.
  1375. >You move forward and take a good, firm hold of her flanks.
  1376. >She takes a sharp breath through her teeth.
  1377. >You may be rough with her flanks, but you’re going to take it slow when “entering” her.
  1378. >She may be marshmallow, but you’re not sure how this is going to work.
  1379. >You press your head to her blank crotch and rub it up and down.
  1380. >She moans with varying pitch and volume depending on where you press it.
  1381. >As you reach where her pussy should be she moans the loudest and highest.
  1382. >You circle around the spot, and she shakes her mane back and forth as she’s overwhelmed by your stimulation.
  1383. >This is the place.
  1384. >You press your head into her softness.
  1385. >She gives way easily.
  1386. >Your cock drives deep into her core with little effort.
  1387. >You bore your way into her, remarking at the sheer, slick sides of her new cunt.
  1388. >It’s sticky and catches your skin as you go in.
  1389. >It’s literally like sticking your dick into a marshmallow.
  1390. >Which makes complete sense at this point.
  1391. >It’s so smooth, and yet provides so much grip. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt.
  1392. >You hilt yourself inside her and she lets out a whine.
  1393. >You’re about to pull out, when she twitches and stops you.
  1394. >”W-wait! It’s too much...! Just... leave it in... It feels sooooo goooood...!”
  1395. >You obey, not wanting to overload her mind with pleasure.
  1396. >It seems that even your insertion alone is almost enough to make her cum.
  1397. >She still twitches intermittently, but eventually her spasms die down.
  1398. >You take this as a good sign to continue.
  1399. >You start off slow, drawing yourself out until just your head remains inside.
  1400. >Then you gently ease yourself back in.
  1401. >The feeling of her marshmallow sides is amazing.
  1402. >It grips you tightly on the backstroke, yet welcomes you pleasingly on the instroke.
  1403. >Fluttershy seems to be enjoying it too.
  1404. >She moans at each micro-movement you make, sometimes to the effect of hiccupping noises.
  1405. >You decide that it’s just too much for her and hilt yourself again.
  1406. >”Huh? Why did you...?”
  1407. >You answer silently by turning your attention to her fully extended wings.
  1408. >They’re tense, displaying their proud plumage to any potential mates nearby.
  1409. >Each feather is spread in perfect order, held in place by tiny muscles that are now hypersensitive to touch due to Fluttershy’s arousal.
  1410. >You lean into her right wing.
  1411. >And blow.
  1412. >She squeals in delight as she orgasms instantly.
  1413. >Her head rears back as she yells wordlessly.
  1414. >This is your opportunity.
  1415. >You hate to do this, really, but this is the only way this’ll work.
  1416. >While her brain is flooded with endorphins, you start your attack.
  1417. >You pull yourself out of her marshmallow pussy roughly.
  1418. >Only to slam yourself back in again just as violently.
  1419. >She squirms and writhes, but this is the only way to overcome her hypersensitivity.
  1420. >You reach forward and grab the bases of her wings.
  1421. >You grip them tightly, using them as leverage for your thrusting.
  1422. >You slam into her over and over again with reckless abandon.
  1423. >Every time you hilt yourself, her soft, pliant flesh moulds to your groin.
  1424. >You feel her coat brushing the base of your shaft, further heightening your sensation.
  1425. >As the friction from your cock builds up inside her, her walls start changing in texture.
  1426. >You churn her insides with your force, and soon you feel her walls becoming more gelatinous.
  1427. >All she can do at this point is plant her face on the bed, tongue hanging out and eyes rolled in the back of her head, whining the entire time.
  1428. >She’s still enjoying it, it seems, even if you are turning her insides into marshmallow fluff.
  1429. >Soon, after using her as your private fucktoy, you feel yourself approaching climax.
  1430. “F-fluttershy... I’m gonna...”
  1431. >She snaps out of her trance long enough to tell you,
  1432. >”I-inside!”
  1433. >It’s not like she can get pregnant.
  1434. >So you obey.
  1435. >You release yourself into her, spraying a mixture of sugar and cum out from around your cock.
  1436. >You can’t help but flop over her back after you’re done, revelling in the afterglow.
  1437. >You’re absolutely exhausted after today.
  1438. >You roll over and fall on your side, pulling your cock out at the same time, albeit involuntarily.
  1439. >Fluttershy folds her wings and follows suit.
  1440. >You spoon her, too tired to care about anything but the warmth and comfort she provides.
  1441. >She is surrounded by love and lies in absolute bliss.
  1442. >You fall asleep together, neither one of you meaning to, but snuggling together nonetheless.
  1443. >One might say non-consentually.
  1444. >You wake up the next morning with an aching body.
  1445. >At every attempt to move your limbs you are met with pain.
  1446. >In any case, you’re in bed with something warm, soft and lovely smelling.
  1447. >In your half-awake state, you snuggle closer to the object.
  1448. >She hums and sighs in approval.
  1449. >Wait.
  1450. >She?
  1451. >Your eyes open wide.
  1452. >Adrenalin courses through your veins, as your body ignores its pain in preparation for a fight or flight response.
  1453. >You see the back of a p0ny head with pink hair and a yellow coat.
  1454. >Oh no.
  1455. >WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!
  1456. >AND WHAT HAPPENED TO LUNA?!
  1457. >You flail under the covers in panic and scream.
  1458. >Fluttershy wakes up instantly and also flails wildly.
  1459. >You both lie there, screaming and flailing for a good 30 seconds before you stop for air.
  1460. >You both look at each other, panting.
  1461. “WHY DID I DO THAT?”
  1462. >”WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!”
  1463. >You get out of bed and stomp around to pick up the yellow p0ny.
  1464. >You grab her under one arm, open the window and throw her out of it.
  1465. >That’s dealt with that.
  1466. >Now you have to check on the co-ruler of Equestria that took up residence on your living room floor.
  1467. >You rush down stairs and see Luna sprawled on your sofa.
  1468. >It seems she woke up of her own accord and got herself somewhere to sleep.
  1469. >This is probably not going to end well for you, but you lean over the back of the sofa and use a hand to nudge her shoulder.
  1470. “Luna...? Ahem, Princess Luna... Are you alright? Wake up.”
  1471. >Her blue eyelids flutter open slowly to reveal her emerald eyes.
  1472. >”Blaurgh? Oh, Fucktoy! How glad we are to see you! What happened last night?”
  1473. >Oh boy. A lot.
  1474. >You could get Fluttershy into trouble here.
  1475. >You’re pretty sure that knocking the royal princess out with a baseball bat is probably punishable by some nefarious means.
  1476. >But... That might be a bit too harsh.
  1477. >You don’t want to see the girl get hung for treason.
  1478. >It wouldn’t work anyway, since she’s a Pegasus.
  1479. “P0nyville happened, your highness.”
  1480. >”We had a feeling you would say something like that. It seems Estrus is over, however.”
  1481. >Thank Celestia for that.
  1482. >”Fucktoy... We have an offer for thee.”
  1483. >Your interest is piqued.
  1484. >”It seems that you have received the short end of the proverbial stick from yesterday’s events. To the point where you are no longer employed. How would you like to leave P0nyville?”
  1485. >And get away from these crazy mares?
  1486. >IN A HEARTBEAT.
  1487. >You nod vigorously.
  1488. >”Excellent. You shall be the royal pleasure ape and flank massager. We have use for skills such as yours, especially the ones you displayed last night.”
  1489. >She winks at you.
  1490. >Wait, she couldn’t be talking about...
  1491. >Oh god.
  1492. >She saw you rutting Fluttershy.
  1493. >Your spaghetti is unleashed in full force, blowing the roof of your house off in a pasta tornado.
  1494. >”Do not worry. You will be ours now. None need know of your unique talents.”
  1495. >Speaking of talents, you feel an odd tingling sensation on your hip.
  1496. >You pull down one side of your boxers to reveal...
  1497. >Yeah. That’s a cutie mark alright.
  1498. >A cutie mark of a dick in a marshmallow.
  1499. >Your failure is complete.
  1500. >”Come, Fucktoy! Canterlot awaits!” Luna bellows.
  1501. “Could I just get a raincheck on-“
  1502. >”NO!”
  1503. >Her horn glows and you’re teleported in your underwear to Canterlot.
  1504. >Thus begins your life as a pleasure ape.
  1505. >It’s not that bad.
  1506. >You get to eat all the marshmallows you want.
  1507. [spoiler]NINE MONTHS LATER
  1508. >You wake up.
  1509. >Shit, shave, shower.
  1510. >Another successful morning procedure.
  1511. >You don your pleasure ape uniform and mentally recap your duties for today.
  1512. >First of all, Celestia will want her morning rump massage.
  1513. >Then Luna will want her sleepytime rut and cuddle.
  1514. >She says it helps her sleep.
  1515. >You shudder at the thought of what you must do, but you shudder a little less each day.
  1516. >It’s getting easier.
  1517. >You’re about to leave your room when you hear a knocking on the window.
  1518. >It’s probably the Pegasus delivery mare.
  1519. >You open it, and are immediately tackled to the floor.
  1520. >Your assailant attacks you with a flurry of kisses and nuzzles to your face.
  1521. >All you can see is a yellow and pink blur.
  1522. >Oh no.
  1523. >It’s her.
  1524. >It’s goddamn HoverTimid.
  1525. “FLUTTERSHY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
  1526. >”Oh, my love! I couldn’t forget the night we spent together! I’ve come to show you the fruit of our loins!”
  1527. >She pulls out a large ovoid object from her saddlebags.
  1528. >It’s a large speckled egg as big as her head.
  1529. >It has pink and yellow spots on it.
  1530. >Oh no...
  1531. >She can’t mean...
  1532. “What is that, Fluttershy?”
  1533. >”It’s our child, of course! It happened about a week ago! Twilight says she has no idea how or why it happened, but I knew it was the product of our love.”
  1534. >This is it.
  1535. >This is hell.
  1536. >Somehow, even though your physiologies are completely incompatible, she’s managed to spawn more of herself from your seed.
  1537. >You drop to your knees in anguish as your whole world comes tumbling down around you.
  1538. >You throw your hands to the sky, pleading with whatever power that cursed you to live on the same plane as this monster for some kind of mercy.
  1539. >But somewhere you know that this is your punishment.
  1540. >You shouldn’t have been
  1541. “FUCKING FLUTTERSHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!”[/spoiler]

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