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"Applebloom? Please go play while I talk with your sister."

"Hey AJ, how's it hanging?"

"Jackie. I don't see the problem. She's a filly going through her first year of estruses, I'm an older guy who can show her the ropes."

"She likes me, and wanted me to be the one to take of her problem. Isn't that how you Equestrians usually handle this?"

"Be that as it may, I'm staying. Sweetie's family is fine with it, Scoot's family is fine with it, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you break up my favorite three girls."

"What's your problem with me anway?"

"Nu-uh. You hated me before I was even remotely okay with dating ponies, especially child ponies. Why do you really hate me?"

 

"Well get used to it because I'm never leaving, you rascist little nag."

"AJ, I think it's time you learned a lesson in manners."

"You know, it's great being a guy in a land with almost no guys. You can get away with almost anything."

"Fifty should be enough, don't you think? Keep count."

"I said count, AJ."

"AJ, they don't count until you start counting."

"You're only making it worse by not counting."

 

"No AJ, that's not even one, because you haven't been counting."

"I am. So I suggest you start counting."

"Good girl. Now say "Please sir, may I have another."

"Yes, you may. Since you took your punishment like a good girl, I might get you a salt lick later."

"Applejack, what do we say when someone offers us a gift?"

"Thank you, sir."

"See? Was that so hard? If you keep this up, maybe I'll let you become my fourth wife or something." You claim with a boop of her nose.

"Hey Applebloom? Where are you, you little cutie? AJ said you could wear her hat!"

 

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Anon

 

 

"Lil' missy, what's the first rule of herd life?"

"And second?"

"Right. If ah'm gonna be his fourth wife, ah need ta make sure my rump can take the abuse."

"Now don't you go worryin' none though, there ain't nothin wrong with actual sisters sharin a stallion and a bed. Happens all the time."

"Oh good, then hit me!"

"OH! Harder."

"Yeah! Jus' like that, sis!"

"Mff. Yeah, punish yer lessers like a good alpha mare! Yer stallion demands it!"

"THANK YA MISTRESS! Mercy is for bad girls!"

 

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Anon

 

 

"It's rated PG-13"

"Your father and I will see it tonight, and if it's not too violent or sexual we'll take you next weekend."

"Don't worry about a thing Mr. and Mrs. Mous, the Vigilant and Enthusiastic Trixie will ensure your son Anon has the best night ever!"

"Good luck, Trixie, he's been a spoiled little brat all evening.

"I hope he doesn't give you any trouble..."

 

"...but if he does I want to hear about EVERY word of it."

"Because if I don't like what I hear he's losing his Haystation console for 2 weeks and getting a serious spanking with my mane-brush."

"I'll be good..."

 

"Alright, Anon, what say we start with a hoof-rub?"

"You're supposed to be doing foalsitter stuff!"

"You're supposed to be rubbing my sore hoovsies...unless you don't like your precious video game console?"

 

"I'll bet your Mommy's Mane brush really hurts on a little colts tushie."

"Don't want that, do we, Nonny?"

"No, Miss Trixie."

"You know what might entice me to give your Mom a satisfactory report?"

"Run me a bath...colt!"

 

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Anon

 

 

The click of the door's latch as it closes is the only thing that breaks the silence. He wouldn't be expecting you, naturally but he'd still be trying to keep as quiet as possible. You're a heavy sleeper and of course your boy knows how to exploit that. In a way you have to admire him, having obviously taken lessons in how to move that way from the others. But he's still breaking the rules you'd agreed to and that has to be handled.

 

There's a bump, a muffled curse and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. The little clop-clop of his hooves pauses and you see his silhouette against the dim light, reaching about in the darkness for whatever item he'd knocked over. It was just one of your books, left there where you knew he'd meet it. His head swivels this way and that until he resumes his nightly subterfuge. That is, until you strike a match and light the lamp beside your chair.

 

Garnet freezes where he stands, still leaning off from the table. His eyes flick from yours to the front door but he knows not to run. He may be more acrobatic than you but you'd still easily catch him in a pure chase and even if not he'd still have to come home eventually.

 

"Boo," you whisper, standing from your chair, "is something wrong, Garnet?"

 

Of course there's not - he's decked out in his black cotton pants, the pin striped waistcoat and the white silk shirt. If there was something wrong he wouldn't have dressed himself quite so well.

 

For a moment he stands there, watching you approach. He shifts about until he's standing properly, tail lying flat against one of his legs.

 

"I'm sorry, father." You've heard him lie before, all teenagers do it. You've even heard him lie about his remorse - teenagers do that too. This isn't a lie, however, there's no mistaking his sincere tone nor the way he hangs his head for deceit.

 

Even in the soft light of the lamp his beautiful sapphire eyes glimmer brightly and for a moment you're caught between continuing and simply letting it slip. Your resolve is regained when you recall that this wouldn't be the first time you've let him off and that there's more at stake.

 

"And so you should be." You stop short of him and fold your arms across your chest. Garnet struggles to meet your eyes. "Do you have any idea how long I spent pacing that floor in worry for you? Do you know what I was prepared to do to get you back?"

 

"They wouldn't have done anything," he barks sharply, his breath now coming in heavy pants, "Dumbbell makes sure none of the patrons are allowed touch the performers!"

 

Performers. As if he's just some piece of meat for the horny stallions of Ponyville to ogle and beat themselves off to. As if he hasn't a scintillating personality and possesses looks that put anyone to shame or that he's undeserving of someone that would appreciate him as full and deeply as he should.

 

"This isn't up for discussion." Pacing over to the couch, he stands there with his mouth agape.

 

"Discussion? Of course it's not; I am not some colt in swaddling you may order around and... and..."

 

He was most likely not expecting you to sit back down or for you to pat your lap. While other parents might attest to spanking their fillies and colts when they were young, you still found it a good deterrent even at Garnet's age. Goodness knows he's got too sharp a mind for you to try and argue around. But it's just another point that you're proud of him for. He's never had to lift a fist against a pony because of that silver tongue.

 

His hoofsteps are heavy as he makes his way over to you, already unlooping his belt from his pants. One hoof down then the other and he stops, eyes going wide and his fingers digging into his waist.

 

"Father, c-could you spare me this, tonight? Please, I beg of you, I do not wish anything to happen to these." He gives a little tug on the pants. "They were quite expensive, as you know."

 

"I know." You wave a hand towards yourself. "I also know that you'll swap out what you're wearing tomorrow morning."

 

Garnet goes stock still, his eyes never leaving your own. He knows, of course he does. The air feels thick with tension but you let him sweat it out. He's done just the same to you tonight.

 

There's still no way out, no argument he can turn to get you to relinquish. Resigning himself to his fate, the young satyr resumes his slow walk over, tugging at his pants the whole way. A few inches finally allow you to see them - ah, so they were the black ones with the purple lace trim.

 

Clop, clop, clop go his hooves, now muffled by the pants beginning to bag around them. His hair is just as immaculately styled and his face as spotless as ever. It's almost a shame that that will soon be changed but it was out of love that you did this, as you always did.

 

When he lowers himself across your lap he readily grabs a cushion and stuffs it under himself before taking another and thrusting his face into it.

 

He's beautiful. That was something you've long accepted. The subtle curve of his back that sweeps up over his rump; the way his smooth, white skin transitions to silky, white hair; the way his lower body is toned without being bulked up by muscle or fat. Garnet still runs with Cinnamon Cider, eager to keep his figure in check. The results of that faultless attention are bare for you to appreciate as you lower your hand to the small of his back and run it down.

 

Down onto his tail which you lightly tug to one side, down onto the fine cheeks of his rump which feel as satiny soft as you knew they would. Down onto one of his thighs, just enough bared for you to touch. A body as fitting for his mind as he deserves.

 

There are no more words exchanged, no need and no right for a warning as you lift your hand high. Experience has also taught him not to tense up his rump to soften the blow and so it sits in your lap, perfect and round. The air whooshes around your hand as you bring it back down as fast as you can, your fingers kept tightly together. And then a loud, sharp crack reverberates throughout the living room as your palm connects with the cheek of his behind. Garnet's backside quivers for a moment as you hold your hand there, the soft flesh shaking until he regains his composure.

 

If he'd made a sound it was so quiet that the cushion stopped it. But this was just the beginning. Raising your hand again you bring it down on the other cheek to another crack that fills the air. Garnet's cheeks tense up suddenly and there's a sound like a little squeak above you. From where you're sitting, the way he tightly holds onto the cushion is perfectly visible.

 

You give the cheeks of his rump a light rub, helping the sting to dissipate. It would only make further strikes sharper than they should. Except the black panties he wears get in the way so you simply unclip the hook that holds them above his tail and slowly bring them down, baring his rear completely. Again, your hand sweeps over his cheeks and this time you can feel the tiniest little shiver running through him.

 

Did he expect your other hand to lower and rub at one of his stockinged legs? The silk and lace are a nice complement to his coat but it's hard to decide on which is softer. Perhaps there were stallions at the Frisky Filly that were asking themselves the same thing.

 

He's had enough time for the pain to dissipate and you give one last rub before quickly lifting a hand and then putting all your might into the smack you give, centred between the cheeks of his rump. Garnet's tail snaps up and he cries out into the cushion. His behind rises before he pushes it back down and even now you can feel his sheath swelling out against his panties and pressing into your knee.

 

As if forgetting what's happened before his tail comes back down, nestling between his legs protectively. In response you just wrap your free hand around it and pull it up.

 

"Please, be gentle!" Looking back there's no tears in his eyes but there's supplication in his voice.

 

You keep your eyes level with his and his tail held high as your hand smacks at the point right under the dock of his tail. It's horribly sensitive, soft flesh but he only grunts, wincing with the effort of restraining himself. His cock gives another throb, more inches of flesh spilling out of his sheath to strain against your leg.

 

His legs splay and then come together with each blow as he tries to find some way of managing through this. Each smack leaves him straining more and more to contain his vocalisations, either grunts or high pitched cries. Each smack sees your palm opening more and more, each blow becoming that bit more forceful until you can make out red marks glowing through his white coat.

 

But you're not quite done yet. With every blow he starts grinding in against you, his cock now firmly at attention. He knew if he let this happen it would only get worse but sometimes--just as now--he willingly threw himself into it, longing for your strong arm to punish him. You may not have had quite the refinement his mother did but you weren't some giant either - it was just enough that you could give him a firm rap.

 

From cheek to cheek you switch your spanking, making sure each one receives ample attention. Garnet squirms under you, crying out into his cushion so far-gone is his desire to maintain his modesty. Once or twice your hand strays lower, down over his thighs and in those moments his member twitches the hardest, wetting your own pants with his excitement.

 

But eventually you start to slow down. Each smack to his behind becomes less forceful and the resultant cracks are softer. Not until you look down to see his rump pink as Pogo's tail do you finally stop. Garnet shifts about, trying both to grind himself on you and to hide his erection.

 

Breathing heavily, you end it with a few gentle rubs from his back to his legs. Each time your hand strays over the tender flesh of his rump he squeaks and tenses before relaxing as you pass over his legs. Somehow, through it all, his pants have come off, baring the black silk stockings that he wears. Fit for a pony, they perfectly cling to him and accentuate every curve as well as the length.

 

"Alright, Garnet, that's it."

 

Shuffling back off your lap, he slowly stands. All it does is make his erection spring free of its lace prison, spattering a few drops of pre over your nose. Garnet looks aside suddenly, cheeks alight. Thankfully he doesn't see you wipe it off and then taste.

 

"I'm sorry, father." It almost breaks your heart to hear the sheer remorse in his voice.

 

Standing, you wrap our arms about him and welcome him into doing the same.

 

"I know you are. I'm only looking out for you, you know." He nods against your chest and you separate. "Alright, I think we should both be getting to bed.

 

Garnet nods and goes to retrieve his trousers.

 

"You can leave those." He looks up at you suddenly and you smile, waving him back to you. "We'll get them in the morning. And Garnet?" You take his hand in your own and lean down to kiss him. "I love you, never forget that."

 

For the first time that night he smiles. "I love you too."

 

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Anon

 

 

Your favorite pone...Mane6, CMC, background, OC, whatever...has been humanized. She is not used to her new body so she falls and breaks both arms.

 

Now she is in full arm casts. She needs your help to perform the most basic bodily functions. You must follow her into the bathroom & help her pull down her panties. Once she's done you need to clean her up.

She can't do this stuff herself, her arms are broke.

inb4 magic...magic only works in Equestria, bitches

 

...

 

I don't even wait until Sweetie Belle has to pee.

I pull down her panties for "cleanliness inspections" whenever I feel like it. I tell her it's so urine doesn't stain her white fur.

Of course, I always find a little bit of pee and have to give her tiny labia a thorough cleaning. While I do this I mutter about how she's a bad, dirty filly who can't control her bladder. She's lucky to have an Anon like me...nobody else would love a dirty little filly like her.

 

Once she's out of her casts the random cleanliness inspections continue. But now she has no excuse for not cleaning her pussy properly, so there has to be punishment for failing her inspections. If I find the slightest little bit of pee she's in trouble.

I turn crying Sweetie Belle over my knee and give her a painful hand spanking on her bare bottom.

 

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Anon

 

 

I don't think I would rape them. I would rather place myself in a position of lawful authority where I could molest them & make them cry...totally legally.

 

I could be Ponyville's pediatrician. Before school begins each fall every colt & filly must have a physical. Their mothers (foster mom in Scootaloo's case) bring them to my office, where I poke & prod at them in uncomfortable & invasive ways.

 

"Now lay on your back, Sweetie Belle, and put your legs in the air."

"It's part of your examination."

"Spread your legs apart further."

"I have to check every part of you to make sure you're healthy. Now relax & let me do my job."

"Sweetie Belle, behave yourself and stop squirming. I can't examine you if you're moving around."

"I'm not even close to done, Sweetie Belle. We have to continue."

 

I force two unlubed fingers into Sweetie's tight hole as she whimpers, tears streaming down her cheeks. Just when she thinks the pain can't get any worse I slip a finger up her dry butthole. She can't help it; she squeals & thrashes in agony, crying like a little foal.

 

Atlast she's done. We exit the examining room...Sweetie's mom waits in the lobby. She runs & hugs her mom, still crying.

"Um, I'm sorry to say she was a difficult patient, ma'am...wouldn't stop squirming & fighting me."

 

She smacks Sweetie Belle on the rump.

Sweetie is in a total crying fit; knowing that means a spanking when they get home.

 

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Some guy...

 

 

 

 

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Anon

 

 

Twilight needs a hug. Unfortunately Brad is already on his way to her aide. How are you going to stop him to make sure the hug comes from you?

 

We'll nip this Brad nonsense in the bud once and for all.

 

I take Twilight over my knee.

She protests;

I don't even let her finish. I sweep her tail out of the way, pick up her hairbrush and lay into her purple butt...giving her the spanking of her life.

This is going well, but you really need to make an impression. You keep up an intense spanking for another two whole minutes. Think that doesn't sound like a long time? It's an eternity for a crying filly with her poor rump on fire.

 

When I think I've got the message across I let Twilight curl up in my lap & cry. Sniffling & sobbing, she re-affirms her pledge never to see Brad Sentry again.

 

The next day he comes around, with his guitar, his slicked back hair and his dirty uncircumcised penis.

Twilight drops her book and runs inside the house shrieking.

Brad shrugs and wanders off. Twilights sees him give up easily and realizes he never really loved her. Later that day he gets AIDS by breaking into the zoo and raping spider monkeys.

 

Still, she's afraid of what will happen when I find out.

She's still scared that I'll punish her just for seeing him...but I pat her on the head and re-assure her.

 

Because bitches love cookies.

 

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Anon

 

 

 

"We'll smear red fingerpaint on your rump."

"It'll look like you already got spanked."

That was the plan all along

That is Anon's fetish

Great success.

 

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Anon

 

 

“Alright Cozy. It’s time.”

“I’m afraid not kiddo. Sending Princess Twilight colored drawings of her gruesome death doesn’t exactly warrant petrifying(but attempting to destroy all space and time gets you rewarded an entire school, apparently.).”

“You sent baggies of dookie butter.”

“Let’s just get it over with.”

“Okay. Just know this hurts me more than it hurts you.”

“....huh.”

“I...I think we’re done here.”

 

...

 

"Alright, Cozy. It's time."

"Afraid not kiddo. Them's the breaks. You break the rules you gotta be punished."

"Bad fillies get punished, Cozy."

"Ah ah, Cozy. If you bite me you'll get double the spanking."

"Anon, please. PLEASE. I'll be good I swear. "

"Just know this hurts me more than it hurts you."

 

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Anon

 

 

“Golly, mister Anon. I didn’t know that necklace was stolen”

“Aren’t you gonna ground me? Why are we sitting on the co--ouch!”

“What was that for?!”

 

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Anon

 

 

You are a colt in Canterlot. Your Mom has a lot of shopping to do today (you hate shopping). Rather than drag her unwilling colt along with her she's asked a friend to watch you.

 

She leaves you with Mrs. Twilight Velvet. Mrs. Velvet has a filly your age so you'll have somepony to play with. It'll be fun.

You two play all morning, re-enacting the adventures in Twilight Sparkle's books. At noon Mrs. Velvet makes you two lunch. But after lunch Twilght wants cookies.

 

You would be happy to go back to playing, but Twily is in the mood for a dangerous mission. She waits until her Mom is in the living room, busy with Mom-type stuff.

You're afraid to in trouble but Twilight taunts you;

So you help her slide a chair to the cabinet. She sits on your head so you can lift her high enough to reach the top.

Twily loses her balance and falls.

The cookie jar explodes into a million fragments of porcelain & cookies.

 

Oh, horsefeathers.

 

Twilight's Mom is furious.

You both scurry up to her room in terror. You're in trouble now. Twilight nervously dances on all 4 hooves, already weeping in fear.

Mrs. Velvet stomps into the room, levitating a fearful looking hairbrush.

 

Mrs. Velvet has no trouble turning her struggling, crying filly over her lap & wastes no time smacking her little rump with that hairbrush. She's not being gentle about it either!

You have a small window of opportunity. You could try to make an escape while Twily is getting her spanking. It was her idea anyway.

 

So do you run for it while you have the chance? Leave Twily to face the wrath alone. Or stay and take it like a stallion?

 

...

 

 

...

 

"Holy fuck this hurts!"

 

 

 

 

 

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Anon

 

 

Sweetie Belle has a spanking fetish. You notice this when disciplining her for some other reason a few months later that she's sopping wet by the end of it and panting heavily.

 

This is gonna be awkward when all three CMC's get in trouble together.

 

"I'm very disappointed in all of you! Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, you two are each getting a severe spanking."

"And Sweetie Belle, since you were naughty too you DON'T get a spanking."

 

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Robotic Frank Smith

 

 

 

CHEERILEE burst though doors, fully naked, thinking she's a damned magician or whatever

FOR DINNA

 

 

"guys lets get in trouble"

"If you Please daddy, I'll take you out for ice cream, and a hard spanking on your Smuxy plump rump"

 

"Sweetie, that was good, BUT STILL NOT ENOUGH, I'd give it an 8/10; so.... no ice cream and spanking for you!"

"I got the right tools for that itch"

"my dick"

"YOU'RE BORING ME!"

"Cheerilee, drug them"

 

"Guys, I had the weirdest dream"

Sweaty said, looking at her crotch that her taco was wet

"Us too"

Scootypoot and Appers said, being dazed from the crazy dream that they thought they knew...

"Why are you fillies up at this hour?" in a stern voice

Anon cocks his head into deep thought for a punishment for them

"AppaThyZappa and Scooterkid"

"I think that the perfect punishment is spankings for both of you"

"and as for you Sweetie, your punishment is eat whatever scrap of terrible tasting food you have in this joint"

"it's not like you haven't done this before"

"Scarf it down Sweetie, cause that poop took me 2 hours to do"

"now drink up sweetie, that piss took me a gallon of water to make"

 

"now Sweetie, was that hard?"

"now Sweetie"

"clean this mess up, we don't live a barn you know!"

"poor Sweetie, you look like a mess, considering you have Rarity as a sister, so take a shower"

"You are not done cleaning yourself, let me get into the tub, so I can help you"

"Sweetie, you're supposed to keep this part clean"

"so, lets clean your mare parts, shall we?"

"Dios Mios!"

"now Sweetie, go to bed, mmmkay?"

 

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Anon

 

 

Hello, this is Anony "Macho Man" Mous. How can I make your madness funnin' wild?

Twist, Twist are you okay?

Twist, you're not fat. But you're damn lucky. What were you thinking?

Twist you're not useless, or unlikable. In fact I can think of at least one being that likes, no loves you.

It's me, Twist.

Now get onto bed you naughty little filly, or else I'll give you a spanking.

 

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Anon

 

 

"You stupid brat, your daddy isn't here to buy you out of this. Besides, you need to learn your lesson, little filly.."

"You never did have a good spanking, did you?"

 

"You need to watch your mouth."

"Now, now. Talking back will only make it worse."

"Be quiet, young filly! Actions have their consequences."

"Your real punishment has yet to come, Diamond."

 

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Anon

 

 

“Twilight. What did I tell you?”

“What did I say, young lady?”

“I know, Twilight.”

“You know the rule Twilight. One or the other.”

“Good choice.”

 

“You forgot something Twilight.”

 

 

Christ, it feels amazing.

“Now did you learn your lesson?”

 

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in loving memory of FHAB

 

 

 

 

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Anon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anon

 

 

who else believes fluttershy was raped as a filly?

 

Maybe not raped, but at least abused physically.

 

Based on her personality I conjecture that Fluttershy had an angry, mean-ass Dad who beat her skinny ass for everything. Any failure or shortcoming earned her severe, cruel punishment. He even had a flat spanking paddle made of wood. That's why Fluttershy never went to the ground before the day she earned her butt tattoo...that paddle was made of wood, wood came from the ground, so she was terrified to visit the land of paddles.

 

Fluttermom was no help. She secretly loathed her daughter, blaming her for the chill in her marriage. She would never spank Fluttershy herself...she would report every error to Flutterdad, often exaggerating how bad it was. Then she would relish Fluttershy's screams while she got her ass beat.

 

Nopony helped Fluttershy...in fact pegasus society approved of her parents harsh methods.

 

 

 

In that environment it would be pretty easy for little Fillyshy to get molested (maybe by her Flight School coach), but it isn't absolutely essential to my headcanon.

 

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Anon

 

 

 

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Very Short

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anon

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

...

 

A short time later...

 

 

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Anon

 

 

 

“Your Majesty, that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Numerous protesters are now attempting to sue you in a court of law and have you thrown in jail for that. What are you going to say when you’re before a judge and your life is literally at stake?”

 

“Then tell that to the Canterlot Police Department, who is standing right behind me.”

<“Your Majesty, you are under arrest for... oh, God! How many counts of attempted rape? Just— just forget it. You’re coming with us to the station.”

 

"But you said that Celestia would be brought to justice!"

"But she fiddles with fillies for god's sake! That's so wrong!"

 

 

"Not guilty."

 

"What the hell was that? The judge cannot just prosecute and testify! This is a damn show trial."

"OW! That fucking hurts."

"This is totally bullshit. Celestia touches foals and she admits to it. Are you all going to let her get away with it?"

"It is not just a phase!"

"I dindu muffins."

"OW!"

 

"Hold on. Don't take off my clothes. Anything but that."

"Knock it off! Stop!"

 

"Why are you guys only feeding me milk?"

"Take a picture, bitch."

 

"I cannot breathe."

 

"Can I get a drink of water?"

"More, please."

"More."

"You put something in the water, didn't you?"

"Go on."

"Why the fuck are you giving me piss to drink? That's inhumane. Not to mention unsanitary."

 

 

"How does watching over me work into your definition of a vacation?"

"To each his own, I guess."

"What does that mean?"

"'Petting zoo.' Okay, what the actual fuck?"

"What?"

 

"No thanks."

"Hello. This is Big Guy. I am not a dumb animal. Please respect my personal space."

"Yep. Totally peachy."

"I will have you know, daughter, that I am more than big enough to fuck your mom silly."

"Fuck!"

 

"I meant to complement your discerning eyes, miss. It's practically a thumbtack."

"Hello, Sweet Tooth. I am Anon. I haven't found my calling yet and I am stuck here. It's nice to meet you."

"Wha-?"

"What the fuck is happening, Rough Rider?"

"I swear to God."

"Lord have mercy."

 

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"How's little ponies raping me going to fucking help?"

 

 

 

 

"Of course you'd come to see the freak show."

"Looks say it all."

"Can I get something to eat and drink before I get a crash course about how filly-fucking is normal?"

"Pony milk, right?"

"Thanks. Water?"

"What?"

"Do I really have to drink your piss?"

"Fuck it. Give it to me."

"Fuck my life."

 

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Anon

 

 

 

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Anon

 

 

I want to be Bab's mom. I want to hear about all the bad shit she did on her visit to Ponyville. I'll scold her and send her to her room.

In a few minutes...once I've given her some time to think about how much trouble she's in I'll come inside with the big wooden hairbrush. She'll beg & cry and promise never to be a bully again. Well, that's good...because if you do it again you'll get an even longer & harder spanking than this one.

 

Finally, I pull her across my lap. If she's humanized I lift up her skirt & pull her panties down. She'll bawl...pleading for forgiveness, but she's got to learn her lesson.

 

It's time.

I start off hard & fast...smacking her bare rump with that terrible paddle-shaped hairbrush. She squirms & kicks.

She doesn't want that, so she calms down and accepts her spanking.

 

After a few more hard, fast smacks I settle down into a steady pace...letting Babs' cute little rear turn brighter & brighter pink. She's crying her eyes out, babbling about being a good filly forever...begging me to stop.

But I know how long I intend to keep this up. 3 minutes. Doesn't sound like a long time, but to a desperate filly getting her rump spanked it's forever.

 

Alright, we're nearing the end.

I give Babs a few more hard spanks as I ask her questions;

"WHHHAAAHHH! No Momma, it doesn't!"

"NO! I'm sorry! HUUUU, HUUUU I'll never do it again!"

"BWHHAAAHHH...No Momma! Please stop spanking me!"

 

At last it's done.

I let her calm down and give her a hug. We have a long mother-daughter talk. She promises to be a good girl. I remind her that if she forgets that promise she'll get an even worse spanking.

 

That night I cook her favorite dinner. All is well again.

 

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Anon

 

 

"Princess?"

"Hi, I got your summons"

"Well, why wouldn't I?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Name it, and I'll get it done"

"Say what?"

 

"P-punish you?"

"I'm not sure I'm the right man for this,"

"I'm just not into this whole scene"

"W-well, no, not exactly,"

"The bed isn't big enough!"

"T-the bed,"

"I don't think we could both fit"

 

"Where would I even begin? I'm too new,"

"I'm your friend, Luna. I don't think I can—"

 

"Shit, Luna? Are you alright?"

"What?"

"Having fun, Princess?"

 

"Oh no you don't"

 

"I want to hear you scream"

"What, you don't want ponies to hear you moaning like a whore?"

"You like being punished, eh?"

"Tell me,"

"What are you?"

 

"Sleep tight, Princess,"

 

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Anon

 

 

 

 

h-hi pa

 

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Anon

 

 

 

"Well, that fits just fine then. I don't want to go on a date with you either."

"After all, with your short temper and bad attitude towards almost everything, it's a wonder anyone would find someone like you attractive in any way."

"You heard me, you may be a pretty pony on the outside, but you are a very ugly pony on the inside and personality-wise. I wouldn't date you even if you were the last mare on the planet."

"No, I don't. I stand here listening to insult after insult coming from that foul thing you call a sister and I'm not going to deal with it anymore. Find someone else to be that witch's date, because I'm not interested now. Goodbye."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anon

 

 

 

What happens next?

 

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Anon

 

 

The Cutie Mark Crusaders are mixing up love potions again...apparently those twits didn't learn their lesson the first time.

You have to opportunity to utilize their new potion.

 

...

 

 

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Anon

 

 

Rarity wants you to turn her plot red.

She wants you to smack it raw and call her a bad, bad pony.

 

...

 

You're a bad, naughty little mare who deserves a nice, harsh spanking. You're already turning a little pink. Let's work on that.

 

 

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will add some nice stripes. Try not to scream.

 

 

Honestly, Rarity, you should've told me you were into this sort of thing before. So high and mighty, it feels good to pay you back.

 

...

 

We can each take turns making her pristine white behind glow a cute, burning red.

 

 

 

...

 

"Thanks for the lovely chat, Miss Rarity. See you again next week."

 

 

Oh...a-anon, dear. I didn't expect to...SEE you again so soon. D-do come in, I-I'll have the tea ready in a moment!"

 

...

 

I think Rarity might be a whore.

 

 

...

 

She'd probably have a hard time sitting back down on her flank to talk to you.

 

Maybe a little wince as her eyes quickly shut, teeth gritted and gnashing together a bit as her destroyed ass presses against the useless cushion underneath her.

 

Of course she'd smile through it, having gentle conversation, both of you knowing that in a moment she'd be on the floor, incoherently babbling while the wounds on her ass were brought back to fiery life with your callused palms.

 

"You know anon, you could make it less obvious that you enjoy abusing me so much. Restraint is a virtue."

 

 

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Anon

 

 

 

 

 

"Well Anon, I'm waiting... for... more..." she says in between her breaths

"Ahhhhh...Mmmmmmff....ahhhh..."

"Ahhhhhnoonnn... How didmmmmya....knoooooohh???" she asks like a bitch in heat

"You like that didn't you" as you pause from sucking to ask her

"Yeaaahhhh.... It's about to comeeeeeeeeaahhh...."

"It's coming anoooooooooooooooooooooooon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

"Hufff""Huuff" you breathe deeply. Tired like a soldier from war.

"I thought that only stallions can do it. You are amazing anon."

"Just lay there for a bit Anon, let me repay you for the earlier pleasure"

"It's bigger than most stallion's..."

 

"Anon? Could you pleasure me down there too?"

"Oh sorry, you were just too good." you replied and with a swift grb of twilight's plot your tongue marvels at twilight's pussy.

 

"ah....ahhhh.....I'm cumming anon!" twilight shrieks in rather lewd manner

"me... too...." you respond as the surges of pleasure haywires yourself to submission

"well, are you ready anon? Let's get this finale started. Please be gentle with me." She tells with a sultry grin.

Strangely, I hear this playing when I wrote the last line. Fuck me

.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lMS9HVSWnA

 

"ahhhh..."she lets out a little moan

"You sure about this Twilight? I mean me being your first?"

"Of course, Anon." She gives you a reassuring smile." I trust you, you know"

"It will hurt, are you sure you are ready?"

"I did read about that, But i'm ok if it is with you anon. You are the first to give me this pleasure and unexplainable feeling."

"She trusts you, remember that" you tell yourself.

"Alright, I'm going in. Tell me if I'm hurting you, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Ahhhhhh...! I hurts anon..."

 

"You're twitching,Anon" she says shyly.

"Is it ok if I move now?

"Do what you wish."

"oooohhhh..."

"Anon?"

"Yes? What is it Twi?"

"I want you to fuck me silly,anon..."

"Let me rephrase that anon, I NEED you to fuck me silly..."

"rape me anon.... Have your way with me... I am yours till the end of days..."

"That's it anon, spank me....!"

"AHhhhhhhhhhh......IT HURRRttsAahhhHHH!!!!"

 

"Ahhnonnhahh.. Slowwahhh..Downahhhhh!

"Ahhhhh Yourohoooohhah...treahhhhringmeeeeahhhhparttttaaahhh"

"Immmaahhhhh....ccccuucuuummmiiinnngg annnoooonnnnnn!!!"

"Donttsttttaaaapppphhhh.....AAggghhhhhh!!"

 

"urk..I'm gonna cum Twilight..."

"Yesssahhhh.. Cumm... Insideeee...ahh.MeeahhhhhHHHHHHH.!!!!!

She give you a small sly smile

"I love you anon..."

"I love you too twi..."

Thanks for making me do this Faggots. I have now achieve a higher level of autism for making a damn clopfic. You fuckers should be proud of yourselves.

 

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Writefig

 

 

"Why hello there Twist, shouldn't you be going home now?"

"Twist? It's getting dark, aren't your parents worried?"

"Twist, can you move away from the door?"

"Uhh Twist? You're starting to scare me..."

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

 

"P-Please, s-stop..."

 

 

"A-Anon?! Are you alright?!"

"H-Here, let me get you out of those"

 

"N-No, I don't want to"

 

"Uhhh, hi?"

"Yeah?"

"I-I don't even know anymore"

"Not at all"

"Don't worry, I'm sure they're looking for us right now"

 

 

"Pssst, Cheerilee"

"You should go, the cellar door is open"

"What do you mean?"

"DON'T YOU TOUCH HER"

 

"Cheerilee, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Cheerilee, if this is hurting you we can stop"

"Are you ok?"

 

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Anon

 

 

There's a good chance her firm muscles are gonna hurt my hand instead. There's years of heavy bucking behind them.

 

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That's why you use a hairbrush or a wooden spoon! They really tan that Appul farmgirl rump nice and red and get those tears flowing.

 

You gotta keep her pinned down on your lap with her legs held between yours, though. That little mare can kick something fierce, and you need to be able to really punish that rump without her little horsie legs getting in the way. Once she's pinned, you can spank her however long you want and there's nothing she can do about it! And that plump little butt can really take quite the paddling, I assure you. The spanking isn't over just because her butt is burning red! Not even close!

 

Before long, you'll have Applejack begging and pleading over your knees, promising to be a good girl, while the sound of hard wood SMACKing against her naughty butt never fades. By the time you're finished with her, Applejack is gonna be as sweaty and exhausted as she would be after a full day of applebucking during harvest season. Getting your flank thoroughly tanned red is a hard workout, after all!

 

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Anon

 

 

 

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