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https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20622025/#q20632601

 

>"ANON! ANON YOU GET OUT HERE YA DAMN SNAKE!"

>The wide doors of the mostly unused barn swing open, bathing you and Bloom in light.

>Pulling your deep kiss with the small filly, you set her aside and stand as the mare marches towards you.

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

>Knowing well her overprotective sister's wrath, Bloom makes a hasty retreat, managing only a small kiss on your cheek first.

"Hey AJ, how's it hanging?"

>"It's Applejack ta you. Ah told ya a hundred times ta keep away from my farm, and ta keep away from my sister!"

"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?"

>"Yeah, it is. 'Cept with stallions. Ya know, another pony who could give her fillies of her own?"

"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?"

>"Ah just told ya, Applebloom deserves someone that can give her foals."

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

>"Really? The real reason is that ah can't stand the sight of ya. Of you, or your disgustin, banana eating, turd flingin ape face."

 

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

>That sets her off.

>"Ah'll show ya rascist, ya dumb monkey!" the farm pony yells as she turns to kick.

>Luckily, horse kicks broadcast from a mile away if you're not already behind them, so you simply scoot to the side, leaving her to flail in the air.

>Grabbing her by the leg, you hoist the farm pony up to your face.

>She flails and bucks, but the sub-obtimal position renders the midget horse's already less than frightening kicks completely impotent.

>"LET ME GO YA DUMB MONKEY!"

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

>"PUT ME DOWN!"

>And you do. Right across your lap.

>She tries to escape, but given your size and her lack of leverage, you're easily able to prevent that.

>With one hand, you pull up her tail and push her down to keep her still as you prepare.

>"You best not be doin what ah think yer doin! Ah'll get the guards on ya!"

"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."

>"What?"

>Your hand comes down with a loud smack, sending ripples through the farm pony's plump plot.

>"OW! Ah'm gonna kick you into the ground!"

"I said count, AJ."

>Another hit.

>"Stop it ya filthy ape!"

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

>Another.

>Just a pout.

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

>"Ah ain't playin yer sick little game."

>Another.

 

>A dozen strikes later, she's on the verge of tears.

>"Please! Stop! That's like 20 now!"

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

>"Y..ya can't be serious!"

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

>Another hit.

>"OWOWW! One."

>And again.

>"FFF! Two."

>Several minutes pass, and your hand is getting tired.

>Applejack however, is an inconsolable, sobbing mess.

>One more smack.

>"AAAAAAAAAA! OWWW! Four...fourty nine."

>And a last one.

>"OWWWWW!! AHHH! F..fifty."

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

>She clearly doesn't want to, but she doesn't want to risk your ire.

>"P..please sir. May I have..another."

>A loud pop rings out, perhaps the hardest hit yet. AJ barely makes a sound, her voice caught in her throat.

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

>She just looks at you and mumbles.

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

>"Th..thank you."

"Thank you, sir."

>"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.

>Picking up the farmpony's well worn hat, you march out of the barn.

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

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20622025/#q20635067

 

>"Applejack, I'm not sure if ah'm comfortable with this."

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

>"Keep your stallion happy?"

"And second?"

>"Herd sisters should keep each other satisfied."

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

>"Ah'm not sure he was serious about that."

"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."

>"Ah know, ah took sex ed too ya know."

"Oh good, then hit me!"

>Sighing, the filly does as she's told.

"OH! Harder."

>Another crack.

"Yeah! Jus' like that, sis!"

>Once more!

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

>And again.

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

>A final crack causes AJ to loose balance and tumble back onto her sister.

>Laying there, her sisters marehood on her snout, her cum running down her face, and her clit winking against her lips, Applebloom has only a single thought.

>"It's gonna be a long, long day."

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37853049/#q37854959

 

>Be you

>Ponyville colt

>Like 10-12...you get the idea

>REALLY want to see the new Daring Do movie

>But Mom says no.

"It's rated PG-13"

>Pony Guidance; may not be suitable for viewers under 13

>And that's you

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

>You are pissed

>Basically pout and temper tantrum until the foalsitter gets there

"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!"

>She seems like kind of a spaz

>At least it will be easy to walk all over her

>But Mom turns the tables

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

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

 

>Mom squares up and goes directly nose to nose with you

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

>And the mortal threat

"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."

>*gulp*

>Okay, shit just got real.

>You're pretty sure that also means the Daring Do movie isn't gonna happen next weekend either.

"I'll be good..."

 

>Mom & Dad leave for the movies

>Your night of fun, tormenting the foalsitter to get revenge on your mom...

>...not gonna happen.

>You are Miss Trixie's slave now

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

>You snort in defiance at first

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

>Trixie laughs at you

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

>Shit

>What direction do you like your hooves rubbed, Miss Trixie?

>Clockwise or counter-clockwise?

 

>She spends the next hour demanding you bring her snacks and playing YOUR console

>If you protest...

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

>Yes...it does...a lot.

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

"No, Miss Trixie."

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

>My whole allowance?

>Everything in my parents' fridge?

>Something worse?

"Run me a bath...colt!"

>Grumbling, you trudge upstairs to make up a pleasant bath for Miss Trixie.

>She's the foalsitter! She should be running YOU a bath!

>But the evil teenage witch has you over a barrel

>She holds all the power and even if you do everything she says she might still give a bad report

>The kind that will have you sleeping on your tummy tonight and staring at a sad empty space where your Haystation used to be for the next two weeks.

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/14483724/#q14487084

 

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

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/9135236/#q9136093

 

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.

>You need to pull her pussy lips apart & dab with toilet paper to absorb the stray piss.

>You need to pull her butt cheeks apart and wipe her asshole clean.

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

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/13457036/#q13458876

 

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."

>"W-what?"

"It's part of your examination."

>"Oh...okay."

"Spread your legs apart further."

>"Why do you have to touch me there?"

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

>"Ow...OWWWW! It hurts! Please stop, it hurts!"

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

>*sob* "But Dr. Anon, it hurts so bad! Please don't stick your human fingers in there again!"

"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.

>"Did she behave herself?"

"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.

>"Young filly, didn't I tell you to behave for Dr. Anon?"

>"You can forget about stopping at Sugarcube Corner on the way home! I'm going to show you what happens to naughty fillies who make problems for the nice doctor!"

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

>"I'm sorry she was so much trouble, Dr. Anon. I assure you she'll be punished for it."

 

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Some guy...

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/14448550/#q14448792

 

>You are Anon, plowing Apple Bloom's virgin pussy

>"Oh Anon, it's too big!" Apple Bloom moans. "Ah! Ah! Oh mah g-ah! AH! OH! AH!"

>The filly twitches as you slam her flanks with your thrusts

>You pull her tail and give her flank a firm slap. She cries out.

>"Harder, Anon, hardaaaahhhh~!"

>You give her flank more smacks, reddening the skin. You resume holding Apple Bloom's furry belly and speed up your thrusting.

>"You like that, don't you?" you say coyly into Apple Bloom's ear. "You like being my little fuck slave, Apple Bitch?"

>"Y-yes! Ah'm yer fuck slave!" she squeals.

>"Do you wanna be fucked harder?"

>"More! Ah want all of yer big Anon cock!!!"

>"What else do you want?"

>"Ah want yer- oh! Yer cum insahd me!"

>You smile. "As you wish, slave," you say, giving her rump a few more smacks on the other cheek.

>Apple Bloom writhes and wriggles as your solid cock drives through her, destroying whatever was left of the hymen that you had broken twenty minutes ago.

>She starts to gush her own juices as she goes through an orgasm, clenching her walls on your dick before releasing.

>The filly's moans penetrate the air louder and louder, giving you an idea.

>As you rapidly ravage her cooter, you pull out the filly's ribbon by one of the ends and pull it over the filly's lips.

>"Oh Apple Bitch, fuck slaves should speak only if spoken to," you say, tying the ribbon tightly. "Don't you agree?"

>She nods

>"Alright then."

>You go back to fucking her. Apple Bloom's squeals and moans are mitigated by her ribbon, drowning out the sounds of her vocal pleasure.

>You reach down and rub the filly's bulging clitoris, sending Apple Bloom into convulsions and making her orgasm again. You can just hear her squealing despite the ribbon covering her mouth. You make sure you heard her by spanking her.

>As you fuck the filly harder, you can feel your balls starting to empty themselves of a huge amount of cum, ready to shoot deep into the filly's womb.

 

>You kneel down and whisper in the filly's ear.

>"Guess who's about to plant some seeds in the pod?" you whisper.

>Even though the filly is unable to talk, she mmm's questioningly, as if she's answering "Ya'll are!"

>"That's right, Apple Bitch, I'm about to cum inside."

>The pressure in your cock is starting to build up.

>"I'm going to fill you up to the brim, slave," you say, nibbling on the filly's ear and licking it. "You're gonna give me lots of children, aren't you?"

>You pull the filly's ribbon down to let her speak.

>"Oh Anon~, ah'm gonna give ya'll many foals!"

>"Damn fucking straight I will."

>You leave the filly's ribbon hanging, allowing her to moan again.

>You can feel your payload ready to fill this filly up.

>"Is my bad apple ready?"

>"Yes A-anon! Ah need yer seed in meeee~!"

>You thrust with all your might. The feeling in your cock is reaching breaking point.

>"TAKE IT ALL!" you shout.

>Monumental loads of your cum squirt deep into the filly, making her scream. Large amounts of it fill her womb, expanding it slightly and leaving a bulge in her abdomen.

>You still aren't done. You keep cumming, filling her vagina up until there is simply no more room. White, sticky jets of your seed squirt out of the sides of her pussy, dribbling down her legs and dripping onto the floor.

>Apple Bloom's screams fill the room, nearly blowing out your eardrums. "MORE! MORE! MOOOOOOORE!" she is saying.

>After about ten or so seconds, you release the last of your cumshot into her. You pull out and watch as the creampie leaks out of her pussy. Apple Bloom collapses, the bulge in her abdomen flattening and squirting a larger amount of cum onto the floor.

>"Nguh~" she groans. "Ah...ah...ah love bein' yer slave."

>"You're working overtime. Clean that mess up with your tongue," you say.

>The filly weakly gets up, dragging her wet tongue across the floor and ingesting your cum.

>"Be on time next week, slave," you say, giving her rump a final, hard spank.

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/14817729/#q14817964

 

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.

>"Twily, you are forbidden from seeing that Brad character again. He's shady & I don't like him. No if's, and's or but's."

She protests;

>"But Brad is my very special..."

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.

>"WHHHAAAAAAHHHH!!! I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! I PROMISE I'LL NEVER SEE FLASH AGAIN, I PROMISE! WHHHHAAAAHHH!"

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.

>"Hey babe..."

Twilight drops her book and runs inside the house shrieking.

>"Go away! I don't want to see you anymore! You're shady! Leave now or I'll call Anon with his nun-chucks!"

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.

>"Anon...B-B-Bard came b-by today...but I told him to go away, and didn't talk to him...I s-swear! I did what you told me to!"

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

>"You did well, Twilight. Here; have a cookie."

 

Because bitches love cookies.

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/29676960/#q29726240

 

>Why smearing red fingerpaint all over her ass?

 

>Anon corrupts good filly

>Filly misbehaves

>Filly is in trouble

>Filly afraid; doesn't want a spanking

>Anon has a brilliant plan

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

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

>Desperate filly is willing to try anything

>It's not very successful

>Plan fails miserably

>Filly gets spanked double for trying to deceive Mom & Dad

>Anon gets spanked too for corrupting filly

That was the plan all along

That is Anon's fetish

Great success.

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35778382/#q35820627

 

“Alright Cozy. It’s time.”

>She sweats nervously, as you pat your lap.

>”C-can’t we talk about this? Just stone me again for like, a month!”

“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.).”

>Cozy trembles in fear.

>”Come on anon! Please don’t spank me! I was just expressing myself!”

>You tilt your head in disbelief.

“You sent baggies of dookie butter.”

>”U-uh, that’s-“

>You pat your lap again.

“Let’s just get it over with.”

>”No!”

>She starts to fly away-

>*Beep*

>ZZZZZZZZZZTK

>She’s immediately shocked by her behavior collar, rendering her motionless.

>She twitches with a curious look on her face.

>”Y-yeeeeah shock me more papi~

>Ignoring her muttering, you retrieve the mini filly, and bend her over your knee.

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

>You raise the yaoi paddle that was resting on the end table next to your chair.

>”....”

>WAP

>”Ouch~!”

>WAP

>”Unghghhyyyeaaaah~”

>You cock an eyebrow in question.

>WAP

>”SI PAPI!”

“....huh.”

>WAP

>*SPLURTCH*

>Did she just-

“I...I think we’re done here.”

>Cozy has a candy cigarette in her mouth.

>”So you wanna get some breakfast or something?”

 

...

 

"Alright, Cozy. It's time."

>She sweats nervously as you pat your lap.

>"W-wait, Anon, I really don't want to do this."

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

>Cozy shakes and stares at you with wide eyes

>"Please don't hurt me, please. It hurts so bad please don't."

>You tilt your head in disbelief

"Bad fillies get punished, Cozy."

>Cozy squeals and tries to run away but you grab her and force her into your lap. Of course you've taken the liberty of clipping her wings so she can't fly. Pesky wings.

>She squirms in your arms and attempts to bite you

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

>Tears start filling her eyes as you retrieve your trusty paddle.

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

>THWACK

>Screams fill the room as she vigorously starts to squirm in your lap again

>You pin her tiny body down to your lap using your whole forearm

>WAP

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

>Tears streak down her face as she begs you to stop

>You know she's just faking though.

>WAP

>She screams so hard that blood vessels start to pop in her face. Her eyes roll up into her skull and she passes out.

>You let her fall out of your lap like a crumpled sack of potatoes. Her butt is already turning a particularly nasty shade of splotchy purple

>Another successful day of reformation is completed

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35778382/#q35835545

 

>You look at the filly in the room behind the plexiglass window

>You sigh as you pay the mare the fine to release Cozy

>She had been trouble ever since you took charge of her, but had never ended up in trouble with the law before

>A stallion leads her to you and you instantly scoop her up and walk outside

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

>Cozy says, feigning innocence

>“Shut up, you are in a lot of trouble young miss”

>The way the words came out of your mouth shocked you; you and been firm with Cozy before, but had never been this mad with her as far as you can tell

>You eventually get home and sit down on the couch, much to her surprise

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

>Cozy starts to ask before you interrupt her question with a firm slap across her flank

>You cringe a bit at the thought of hurting her, but no other punishments had worked and you were NOT going to let those royal bitches send her to Tartarus again. That was quite the task to convince them to release her

“What was that for?!”

>Cozy asks, tears already in her eyes

>“For being naughty”

>You reply as you slap her again, causing her to whimper

>You keep spanking Cozy until her flank is a noticeably different shade of pink and she is trying to not cry

>You hold her in a hug as you speak

>“Now I didn’t enjoy that, but I needed to make sure you know what you did was wrong. Understand?

>The filly nods and cries into you chest as you slowly stroke her back.

>“Good. I hope I never have to do that again”

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/14852808/#q14852808

 

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.

>"Not now, Twily, you just had lunch. Maybe later as a snack."

 

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.

>"Help me with this chair, Anon!"

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

>"What are you, a scaredy-pony?"

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.

>"Almost...got...it...whooooaaaaa!"

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 two get upstairs right now while I get this cleaned up!"

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.

>"You two are in big trouble! Disobeying me...destroying an antique cookie jar! Twilight, get over here young filly, you're first!"

 

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?

 

...

 

>Take it

>Take it hard

>Mrs. Velvet does not pull her blows, even for another child

>Your real mom never spanked you

>It's really rather upsetting

>You don't cry though

>You were never a crier

>Each blow sends pain rippling through your sore ass

>Yet, you smile

>As the tears silently well in your eyes you smile

>You will have the last laugh

>Some years pass

>Best friends with her other son

>You do everything together

>You enlist together

>You serve together

>You become Captains together

>As the opportunity presents itself you betray her son

>Let in a changeling, set her on his trail

>His power is forever weakened, his wife will always know she wasn't his first

>It isn't enough

>Let a pony steal Twilight's crown

>Pretend to chase her into a portal of no return

>Twilight is forced to follow her

>She does return though, unfortunately

>You'll have to settle for slamming her hard and long every night for a week before dumping her

>Stand on top of the battlements, wind in your hair

>You can smell the scent of baked goods on the breeze among the myriad smells of the city

>Fuck you, Twilight Velvet.

 

...

 

>Take my punishment like a good little colt.

"Holy fuck this hurts!"

>Oh shit did I say that out loud?

>Get spanked even longer for swearing.

>Yeah, I cry like a newborn foal...not too macho to admit it.

>Nice red butt when she's done.

 

>Twilight Sparkle & I spend the rest of the afternoon in opposite corners.

>No talking.

>Must sit on a hard wooden stool no matter how bad our rumps hurt.

>Part of the punishment.

 

>Mom comes to pick me up.

>Twi's mom tells her what happened.

>Mom scolds me, but I don't get spanked again.

 

>That night I feel a strange tingle where I pee.

>It gets really hard and straight.

>It feels good when I rub it.

>Eventually it spits out white goo.

>Feels good man.

 

>Next morning;

>Ask if I can go visit Twilight Sparkle again.

>There has to be more crap in that house I can break.

>Gotta get another spanking.

>I'm jonesing for my fix.

 

...

 

>stay there ad take it

>get scarred for life

>form a twisted bond with Twi

>learn that she gets beaten more than a normal kid should, and that her mom drinks a lot

>become her 'first time'

>get into a sick relationship made of masochism and tortured pets.

>the night of the prom get into a threesome with the socially awkward nerd girl from our classroom

>have an orgy, where she gets raped multiple time by me and Twi (using her powers)

>Sacrifice her to the dark Powers

>get back to Twi's home

>Together, kill her mom, her dad, her bro and her newly hatched baby dragon pet

>Run away from the guards, alerted by a neighbor

>get shot down

>enter a coma

>dream of a magical world where Twi and her 5 friends fight for friendship and peace.

 

>be happy forever after

>be happy forever after

>be happy

>be happy

>happy

>happy

>h...

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/14479031/#q14479728

 

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."

>"Noooooo! Please Mr. Anon!"

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

>"Nooo! That's so unfair Mr. Anon! Why do they get spankings and I don't?"

 

@@@

 

Robotic Frank Smith

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/14479031/#q14480051

 

>Be Sweetie Belle

>Having a CMC Sleepover, as usual

>Talking about colts and such

>Suddenly get strange Idea

> ask for spankings from Scoots and AppaBlum

>They obliged, and start spanking me hard on the rump

>It's getting hot in here, lets put on some clothes (mostly little foal underwear and stuff)

>Get so hot it moists them little lips down there, soaking the underwear a little

>Scootabutt and AppaZappa turns licking me down there

>Cut to Anon in the closet, recording every second of this, WHILE fapping

 

>while Anon was watching......

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

>Anon bursts out aswell, giving a a hard hoof-slap to Cheerilee to step off his nuts

>Anon and the CMC decidedly to kick Cheerilee's bony ass alala Megaman style

>Cheerilee comes back to life

>Ohshitit'snotherfinalform!.gif

>She very fat and the only to defeat it is with spankings

>battle ensues

>Cheerilee defeated by a damn jungle gym

>Sweetie, AppamyZappaBlum, Scootsonthebutt wants some good sex lessons

>So, like ANY good father.....I whip out my Flounder, and the profusely rub it with all there might....

FOR DINNA

>baked Flounder and a meaty casserole for dinner

>over dinner, the convo comes up (hmm Cum, yummy)

>Scoot'stoots, AppaFappa, and Swattie ball plead me with their balls, eye balls

>So after dinner I show them a movie: Back Door Sluts 9 (which was OBVIOUSLY better than Crotch Capers 4 and Naughty Nurses 2 combined)

>cue the overly dramatic 80's porn music cause shipping

>big bang the pickle

>become a human centipede with the CMC

 

>After becoming a Human Centipede with CMC, stil have no idea why Scootaloo is there, maybe she owe backtaxes or something, but I digress

>Next morn comes

>go to a buffet, cause filler

>and the Autistic Mare there...... Rarara cuz MLP Generals said so!

>Whips out Godzilla Dick, made by the CMC tower

>goes on a frenzied fantasy rape fest with ALL the patrons of unheard establishment, let's call it the "Olive Garden"

>every colt and mare gets fused into one human centipede from Rape-bulance

>as I shout "GUNGHO!!!!!!!!!!!" every mare and colt shout in agony of the lustful CMCA

>being alerted, Celestia (with the nicely Sun ass, OMG) decides to do nothing, cuz plebs

>Luna decides to join in on the 'IDGAF" parade with Sun Butt (with the tightest anus) and blaze it 420 on their benzos

>the mane 6 weren't attacked and fused into the CMCA Centipede (cept Rarity, cuz she autistic 'n' feels)

 

>after all that, the CMCAntipede finally divide into their selves

>normal stuff happens. Sweetie the pweetie, Scootafoot, and mare with apples who bloom apearrantly

>being Sweetie

>in class

>whispers to Scoots and Apple Bloomberg

"guys lets get in trouble"

>Apper and Scooter wondered why

>Cheerilee comes in smacking her yardstick on their desks (she can she my wiener with a yardstick), still not happy about the prior events

>Scoots, Bloomy, and Belle protested by standing up, proceeding to get on the desks and moon the entire class, Diamond Tiara (young filly with "daddy issues" if you catch my mid-drift) and Silver "Surfer" Spoon stared in awe, causing them to get horny

>resulting a Filly orgy in the class, with the class watching in deep thought

>Cheerilee had to actually to go outside to clop, that and to eat 2 buffet trucks

>because of this, they get in trouble (well no fuggin shit, duh)

>you come to the classroom, smelling like sweat and shame, strangely enticing

>Cheerilee tells you that the CMC got into a class orgy today, cuing the CMC come out of the backroom (the room where Cheerilee touches ALL foals; your move, smallfry)

>you ask the CMC why you did it, making Anon blush like crazy and giving a "Reel-Steel" hard-on

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bktra7KvWac

>the CMC tells Cheerilee that they saw Back Door Sluts 9 because of Anon

>Cheerilee looks at in disgust at Anon (she clearly haven't looked at herself in mirror)

>She slowly walks to Anon (imagine a slug going slower than my ass taking a dump)

>Cheerilee then rips your pants off (like rips it to shreds) and backs away

>she orders Sweetie to give Anon a BJ (giving Anon a rush of heat)

>Anon says:

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

>because of those words, Sweetie got wet (imagine Niagara Falls overflowing)

>she starts to ride Anon crazy

>Cheerilee starts to touch Scoots (why is she still here again?) and Apple Bloomers

 

>10-15 minutes passes

>Anon and Sweetie FINALLY climax

>Anon, being the heartthrob he is, says:

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

>sweetie, still happy, didn't mind the disappointment of no spankings and ice-cream

>after Cheerilee stopped playing with foals (maybe she can join a gym) sends Appa and Scootfart (liability) in, telling Anon that they were terrible at sex

>Anon decidedly to get up and give them both spankings, only make Sweetie hornier

>Anon commanded "Hay-stacks" Cheerilee to tie and drug up Sweetie, so she won't play with herself

>Sweetie passes out

>Anon decides to Smack Applebutt toned rump in front of Sweetie's unconscious body while riding her like an actual horse

>Appa's legs gives out 5 minutes in, Toned rump my foot!

>Anon walks over to Scoot's butt, squeezing it hard

>Scoots (again, a liability) says that she has an itch

>Anon says:

"I got the right tools for that itch"

>reaching closer to her ear

"my dick"

>scoots instantly oozes pre under her (ain't that cute?)

>Anon begins to slap her liability rump

>3 minutes later...

"YOU'RE BORING ME!"

>Anon Said, walking away from Scoots; denying her any form of release

"Cheerilee, drug them"

>Anon said, commanding Cheerilee to chloroform them; knocking BloomyAppa and Scootstain

 

>the CMC wake up in their room in the boutique from being drugged up, wondering why they are there, soon figuring out why

"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...

>except for Anon, knowing too damn well then them of their feeble, wee minds personally

>Anon walks through the door, why they are awake in 3:00 in the morn

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

>Said Anon, crossing his arms in disappointment

>the CMC do their usual "sorry" schtick

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

"AppaThyZappa and Scooterkid"

>Anon said, with a sly brow

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

>Anon said, with a pouty face

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

>the CMC stood in disbelief, Sweetie even more so, cuz fetishes

>Anon then took turns slapping the rumps of AppaYappa and Scooterballs, with Sweetie watching in deep thought and sorrow, cause she jelly

>Sweetie can't tell either she's horny or sad (women, right?) as tears run down her cheek, landing on her already soaked crotch

>10-15 minutes passes as Anon thoroughly smacked AppaB's and "not so" Super Scoot's rumps, thinking it's canned ham or whatevs

>Anon then Fireman Carry's Sweetie to the kitchen (Foals can't cook) and the exquisite meal you prepared is a grand gesture, complete with a drink

>a log of shit of the size of a fat, little foal, with a piss-filled drink, full of piss

>Sweetie is tearing up. cuz poo

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

>Anon being a clever bastard, said

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

>Sweetie scarfs down the ENTIRE log of poop leaving a mess on her snout

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

 

>Sweetie drinks up the piss, leaving a poop stained lip mark on the glass

"now Sweetie, was that hard?"

>Anon said, being the master of weird

>Sweetie was full on crying, yet she's still horny, strange, very strange indeed

"now Sweetie"

>anon said, making Sweetie look at him

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

>Sweetie then took the shat-stained plate and pee-stained glass cup to clean up in the sink of the ktichen

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

>Sweetie's eyes dried up already, giving Anon a heartwarming smile, she then went to the bathroom to take a shower

>Sweetie, washing the poop off her snout, was done cleansing herself

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

>Anon gets fully nude, in less than a minute, getting in the tub

>Anon, holding Sweetie's head and a sponge in hand, wiping her snout

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

>Anon said, still wiping her snout then....

>Anon gave her a quick kiss on the mouth and they both left the tub and dried off

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

>Anon said with a smirk, then out of the blue

>Sweetie does a gymnastic handstand, spreading her legs prominently; and exposing her mare parts and her tight butthole in the

>Anon, fully horny right now and falling on his ass, said:

"Dios Mios!"

>Sweetie was fully moist, and started blushing cause of it

>Anon got up, with a soft wash cloth in hand; and cleaned Sweetie's little slit

>Anon went and cleaned Sweetie's slit, making sure she's clean

>and a idea happened...

>He willingly licked Sweetie's slit, from the base to the top of it, where the little nub resides

>increasing her hornyness, Sweetie was moist again, but was quickly shot down when Anon used on her private parts

"now Sweetie, go to bed, mmmkay?"

>Anon said with a smile

>Sweetie smiled back, heading for the room where the CMC was sleeping, and went to sleep

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/17208584/#q17219278

 

>Ring ring

>Your head hangs behind you as you lean back in your chair

>Ring ring

>That fucking last call man...

>Ring ring

>"For the love of Celestia, monkey boy! I don't pay you to sit around and mope, now answer the damn phone!"

>Ring ri-

>You click it on with the headset

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

>A voice squeaks out from the other end of the line

>"A-Anonymuth?"

>You jump up from your chair, knocking it over in your surprise

Twist, Twist are you okay?

>You hear a quite sob on the other end of the line

>"I'm tho fat, the rope broke."

>You right your chair and sit down, a single manly tear streaking down your face

>It's okay tear, you're allowed this time

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

>"That nopony will ever want me. That I'm jutht tho unlikable that I'll never be with a strong, kind stallion. That I'm tho uthless that I'd be better off dead."

>You nearly drive your palm through your head

>Fucking kids today

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

>A sharp intake of breath echoes in your ears

>"Really? Who'th that?"

>You smile and lean back in your chair

>You still got it

It's me, Twist.

>You hear a small squee on the end of the line

>"Thanks Anon...I really needed it."

>Your heart warms, maybe you just managed to save some kids life

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

>A squelch echoes over the phone

>"Oooh, Anonymuth...~"

>You slam the receiver down and throw your headset across the room

>Fucking shit

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16749442/#q16763894

 

>"Anon, you motherfucker! I'll have my dad fucking destroy you!"

>Diamond Tiara looks at you with eyes full anger, hate, and fear mixed together.

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

>You slap her across the snout, and reach back for something.

>She begins to shake when she notices the paddle you hold in your hand.

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

 

>"F-Fuck you, you piece of shit! You're dirt compared to me!"

"You need to watch your mouth."

>You scoop Diamond up with your arms, and sit down in a chair.

>She starts to scream and squirm, but you easily over power her.

>You grab a roll of tape from the desk and gag her.

>"Mil uchin hil hoo!"

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

>You pull your arm back, and swing the paddle with moderate force, making a crack.

>Diamond's yells of pain are subdued by the gag, but are still somewhat loud.

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

>You swing the paddle again, slightly harder this time.

>Her flank is beginning to glow red, and you grin.

>Diamond looks back at you with wet eyes filled with hate.

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

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16749442/#q16750017

 

>You walk into a dark room.

>Twilight shudders in the corner, tears rolling down her face. She tries to form a defense, but only chokes on words.

“Twilight. What did I tell you?”

>”I...”

>She begins to shake in terror. Tears begin to well in her eyes.

“What did I say, young lady?”

>You cross your arms, becoming impatien with the lack of response.

>”I... It was an accident! I swear, I didn't mean it!”

>Her face winces as she bursts into a crying fit.

>You pause, staring at her in her pitiful state.

>She tries to pick herself up, shaking in terror as she walks over to you.

>”Anon. I promise. It wont happen again.”

>She walks up to you, placing a hoof on your leg, looking up with wide and wavering eyes.

>You bend to your knees, holding your right hand, inviting her cheek.

>You gently stroke her face ad mane. Leaning in.

“I know, Twilight.”

>With your left, you swing with sharp force, causing Twilight's head to whip and sending her to the floor.

>Her crying fit begins anew, but this time in full force.

>You stand back up, looming over the crying, quivering pony.

>She turns back to you meekly, her cheek noticeably red and puffy.

>Out of the corner of her eye, she sees you take your belt off.

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

>She chokes down her tears, coming back to seated position in front of you.

>You see a glow come over your zipper, prompting you to lower the belt.

“Good choice.”

 

>You stand at attention, allowing Twilight to undo your pants.

>She sniffs and coughs, doing her best not to look you right in the eye.

>Once Your pants are around your ankles, you walk over to the bed and sit down.

>Twilight follows you in tow, legs still weak with fear.

>You sit at the edge of the bed, holding your right hand out again.

>Twilight reluctantly places her head once again in your hand.

>You continue to caress her face, rubbing the rears deep into her fur.

>Her crying now luls into lighter sniffs and hicups.

>She finally looks up to you with a pitiful expression before turning back to the task at hand.

>Twilight leans in placing her head against the inside of your thigh, wrapping the base of your shaft with her tongue and lips.

>You take the belt, still in your left hand and swing it lightly, not enough to cause any pain, but hard enough to cause a noticeable crack in the air as it collides against her ass.

>The sudden slap cause Twilight's body to jerk in panic.

>Her terrified yelp causes a wash of hot air to caress your member, causing you to come to full attention.

“You forgot something Twilight.”

>She never takes her head from your thing, but looks up to you with eyes welling with tears once again.

>”Ahm sahhy, Ahohirous...”

>Twilight brings he mouth down to your testicles, taking time to kiss and suckle one and then the other.

>The feeling of her trembling lips and tounge against your scotums sends extasy through your loins.

>After some time, you signal Twilight to continue where she left off, sending the belt against her rear one more time.

>Again, not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know.

>She continues to sniffle and hiccup before taking the head of your member into your mouth.

>You place your and on her cheek one more time, tussling her hair and wiping the tears from her eyes.

 

>Twilight begins to work, taking your shaft deeper into her mouth on each pass.

>Her tongue caresses your member, turning her head to reach every inch.

>You move your hand to the top of her head, encouraging her to continue with gentle petting.

>She continues to sniff through her motions, the brief tension causing her tongue and lips to jerk.

>The pleasure begins to well in your nethers as she continues to please you.

>You want to let her know how good she is being, so you send the belt lightly against her rump again.

>She squeeks and quivers again, quickening her motions in response.

>You feel her mouth tighten as her pace hastens.

>The undulation quickly brings a feeling of intense pleasure to your loins.

>Twilight begins to breathe heavily through her nose, motioning to pull away for a breathe.

>With the hand on the top of her head, your pull her back in, forcing her to take your member to the back of her throat.

>She resists at first, coughing internally, forcing herself to continue.

>Decide it would be a good idea to offer her some encouragement.

>You guide her head with your hand, swinging the belt to her rump with a little more force.

>”mmmh...”

>This seems to give her all the motivation she needs as she continues with the same pace as when she left off.

>The vibration of her throat on your dick is almost too much.

>Feeling that you're reaching your limits, you come at her again with the belt.

 

>Crack

>”Mmmmh...”

Christ, it feels amazing.

>Crack!

>”MMH!”

>You're at your wits end.

>You move your hand from Twilight's head and grab her horn, pulling her in and forcing her to take your dick to the base.

>CRACK!”

>”MMMHH hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmm.....”

>On the last swing, you release your load down her throat, still trembling and jerking as she tries to take the contents down.

>You release her horn, allowing her finally pull away.

>She gasps and coughs as she catches her breathe, shaking uncontrollably.

>You collect yourself, cleaning yourself of the excess juices and tears.

>You then lean over, stretching your arms out to her.

>She recoils slightly but doesn't move.

>You pick her up, pulling her in and holding her in fron of you.

>She meekly looks you in the eye, still pouting and sniffling.

“Now did you learn your lesson?”

>With a deep sniff, she nods.

>”Mm hmm...”

>You pull her into a tender hug, taking notice to caress her cheek and rump.

>I only do it because I love you, Twi.

>She melts in your tenderness. Sheepishly wrapping her front legs around you.

>”I... love you, too, Anon.”

 

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in loving memory of FHAB

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16749442/#q16750374

 

>Rarity quietly closes and locks Carousel Boutique's front door

>She turns around when she hears the floor creak - Anon is standing in their bedroom's doorway, arms crossed.

>"Oh, Anon! I must apologize, we were -" He slams his fist into the wall, and Rarity jumps.

>She had hoped she could sneak into bed and wake up him in a way guaranteed to put him in a good mood, but no such luck.

>"Ten, Rarity. You said you would be home at ten. It's almost eleven." He strides up to her and starts examining her.

>She hates when he looks at her that way, not with the love he won her heart with, not with concern, but as if she's just a thing.

>"I know, and I'm so sorry darling, but Pinkie Pie insisted on just one more round, and then Dash..." Her voice trails off.

>Anon is taking off his belt, the one she made him when his old one from Earth finally wore out.

>He's dangling it in front of her, and Rarity unconsciously tries to cover her hindquarters with her tail.

>"I don't appreciate you lying to me, Rarity. Not again." Anon taps the belt buckle on the floor. Tap. Tap.

>Rarity wraps her hooves around his leg, squeezing tightly, eyes closed. "P-please, Anon! I didn't mean to, I'd never."

>He shoves her off, and looks down on her, sprawled on the floor. Tap. Tap. "Get up." Her eyes are glued on the belt. Tap. Tap.

>Anon kicks her in the belly, and Rarity cries out softly, breath driven out of her. "Get up, and put your front hooves on the table."

>She's sobbing gently as she complies, wondering how her life is now this, and knowing how she made it this way.

 

>"Raise your tail, Rarity." She flinches, knowing what's coming. "Three times as many if you make me tie it to your horn again."

>Her tears hit the floor as she raises her tail, and her legs start trembling. Why wasn't she a better girlfriend?

>Anon draws back his arm, belt held in his fist, and swings it. Rarity cries out as the stiff belt lands on her soft hindquarters.

>Again, and Rarity sucks in air, trying to hold back her screams, trying to remember the Anon of dinner dates and gifted flowers.

>He raises his arm again, and Rarity tenses, her bruised buttocks already sore, but he sets it down.

>Rarity can't help but let out a sigh of relief, and that's when Anon swings the belt directly between her legs.

>All four legs buckle and Rarity is gasping on the floor, squeezing her hind legs together, trying to make the pain go away.

>Anon spits on her. "I'm going out for a walk. Get in bed and be ready for me when I'm back." He doesn't even wait for an answer.

>Rarity slowly drags herself into the bedroom, sobbing openly now that Anon is gone. Why?

>Her hoof gently probes her throbbing mound, half seeing how badly she's hurt this time, half trying to make herself wet for Anon.

>Why? Why did she have to ruin everything by sleeping with Applejack?

>She knows if she can just show Anon she truly loves him, everything will be better. It has to be.

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16749442/#q16815167

 

>Come home, find the toilet overflowing, stuffed inside are tons of tissue paper

>Look to your baby filly Twilight, she has a look of guilt on her face, no doubt she was throwing paper and flushing the toilet as a game

>"Get over here right now Twilight!" she scurries off, you chase her and she then runs under the bed. You look down, it's too small for you to crawl under, with her little hooves in front of her face she stares intently at you

>"Get out from under the bed right now! you" you say to her. She shakes her head side to side and says "nuh uh" you then run off and grab a broom, you come back and start poking her, she whines and neighs as you finally get her to come out from the bed on the other side

>You grab her and carry her in your arms, she shakes her little legs in the air, trying to escape

>You lay her over your lap, you lift up her tail and take your other hand and begin to spank her. she cries as you spank her bouncy jiggly little filly butt with your hand

>After 5 firm spanks, you hold her under your arms and you look her in the face and say "bad twilight, naughty twilight, your a bad pony!" she still whines and cries. "Alright im gonna have to punish you even more" you say

>You open your closet door, take out a transparent plastic storage bin, you lift up the cover to the box and set her inside. she cries even more, climbing the side of the box, looking at you with pathetic tears and holding her arms up so you can lift her out

>"no twilight, you need to be punished" you then close the lid on her. you can still hear her cry as you then shove the box into the dark closet and close the closet door, keeping her in the dark and alone for the rest of the night

 

>The portal to Equestria is only open for a short while. You see Applebloom and Sweetie Belle walking tot he treehouse to meet Scootaloo. This is your only chance, you dash out from behind a tree and grab each filly in your arms. You then run back right before the portal closes

>Crying in your arms, you then go in your home and throw them in a closet and shut it while you get things prepared. When done, you take out each filly and place them on your couch. You get out 2 diapers for each of them

>"But we don't need diapers! protests Applebloom". "Well if you ever need to use the restroom you ask me permission" you say "But I am putting these diapers on you because you are now my baby fillies" After fitting each diaper you then stuff a pacifier in each of their mouths. You then carry both of them to a large playpen which you bought the day before and put them inside there. As they look up sobbing you say "now you girls will never see home again. you are my little pets, my baby fillies and slaves, i am your new daddy and you will do exactly as I say"

>later that day you bring in 2 collars, you hook up a leash to each one attached to your couch so they can't run away. They throw temper tantrums and beg you to take them home

>You decide to show them that they are not to question you. You pick up Applebloom, pull down her diaper and begin spanking her. When you are done and put her back in the playpen, you then do the same with Sweetie Belle. Crying in their diapers sucking on pacifiers, you then look at them again in the pen and say "you little babies gonna be good now" they simply nod their heads yes as tears run down their face

>As you walk away and leave them in the playpen, you relish the thought of spanking these little girls again. Because no matter how good they act, you can always find something they do wrong that will give you a reason to spank and grope those soft warm little butts of theirs...

 

>The portal opening is random but luckily I found out the next time when to jump through, again I had but only a short while to find my next victim. Walking down the road alone by herself happily hopping along with her schoolbook in her mouth was filly Flitter

>Again I ran up behind her and snatched her in my arms. She tried hard to fly off but she is too small and weak to do anything. I ran back home and as I out her on the couch she looked to her left and saw in a playpen her filly friends Twilight, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle in diapers and pacifiers looking nervously her way

>"You are now mine and I am your new daddy" I said to her. She began to cry and yelled "I want my mommy!" Her crying was annoying me. I then carried her in my arms and showed her the kitchen window which looked into our neighbors yard, roving back there was their pet pitbull. "You see that dog? Do you want me to throw you back there with him? He will rip off your little wings and eat you alive!" I said to her, as I then walked with her to the side door she cried again "No, no, no I'm sowwy!" she screamed.

>I then put her back on the couch ready to put on her diaper. She still cried and yelled "mommy said not to let stranger's touch me!" I then grabbed her 2 back legs with my left hand, and with my right hand I then began to grope her filly butt and vagina. "I do whatever I want to you, do you understand?" It was then I slapped her ass and gave her a few more spanks. She cried out with each spank, it was music to my ears, these innocent fillies my little slaves and toys and there was nothing they could do about it.

>I then put on her diaper, gave her the pacifier and dropped her in the pen with the other 3 fillies.

 

>The next time I was in Equestria, I saw filly Rarity sitting down and playing in a sandbox. This time I had a duffel bag with me.

>As I walked over to her, she saw me and was confused what I was. I had no time to delay, I lunged over and grabbed her, I then stuffed her in my duffel bag, zipped it up, and ran back to the portal to Earth.

>Once inside I dropped her out onto the ground, she was crying and confused. She then saw her 4 filly friends in the playpen and as she walked up to them I then grabbed her and held her up to me "Your mine now, Rarity"

>She screamed and waved her hands and begged to go home to her mommy and daddy. I then reached for a collar and put it around her. She then tried to bite my hand as i adjusted it, I then slapped her right across the face "Bad Rarity!" I said as she looked stunned then began to cry again. I then pinned her down to the couch and put on her diaper. As I dropped her in the playpen, she had a huge temper tantrum. She kicked her rear legs and kept yelling to be let go. I walked up to her and said "for being bad I am gonna have to punish you... AND your friends!"

>I pulled her out, pulled her diaper halfway down and spanked her butt. I loved the thrill of abusing fillies, she cried with every slap of my palm against that butt that jiggled like jello when you hit it. As I then pulled back up her diaper and lowered her into the pen, sobbing, I did the same with Twilight, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Flitter, I grabbed them one by one and spanked them

>As all 5 lay in there crying, I then said "Well looks like you need time out and need to be punished more" I then again pulled out my plastic bin from the closet. I opened it and dropped each of them in there. There was barely any room for them to move, they looked up at me crying, trying to climb over the side of the box, i then shut the lid and slid it into the closet and closed the sliding door, keeping them in there overnight

 

>The next day I took Sweetie Belle and put her on the living room floor, lying in the middle of the room was a remote control car. She walked towards it slowly and sniffed it, when she looked up I said to her "go ahead Sweetie, it's your toy"

>She then smiled and began to move it back and forth with her little hoof. It was then that I took out the remote control in my hand, her not noticing it at all, I then hit the forward switch and the car then rammed into her back leg.

>She screamed as she jumped back. I was laughing as I then chased her around the living room with the RC car. She cried and ran in circles as the car continually rammed into her legs. She tried several spots to climb or jump onto something but the car kept her moving. The other fillies watched from the playpen as she was terrified by this toy moving on it's own.

>After a few more rams into her legs, she was rolling on the ground, crying in pain. I then said "shut up you little brat" as I picked her up and threw her back into the pen. I had more plans for the rest later...

 

>The next day I wanted to pick on Rarity and decided on having similar fun with her as I did Sweetie Belle. My neighbor had a very excitable poodle called Claire. I usually walked Claire once a week since my neighbor paid me well for it. This time I instead went through my side wooden gate and took Claire outside in my backyard

>I then went to the playpen and picked up filly Rarity and carried her out back. She began to look around as I placed her on the ground, suddenly Claire walked from around a bush she was sniffing and noticed Rarity. I sat on a chair and looked as Claire then barked ferociously at Rarity. Rarity then screamed and ran around the yard as she was chased by Claire.

>While I could not tell if Claire genuinely hated Rarity or was just playing but Rarity was running scared the whole time, yelling "daddy! daddy! help me!" as I just sat there sipping my drink and laughing.

>Rarity then ran atop a pile of bricks, the dog could have gone up to but she stayed down there and barked and barked at Rarity. Rarity sat there looking down in fear for a whole 20 minutes. When my time was up and I needed to return Claire and pretend I did the whole walk, I whistled for Claire and then walked her back out the gate to my neighbors and returned the dog

>When I came back into the backyard, Rarity was huddled in a ball next to the back sliding glass door. As I looked down at her I smelled something and said "Rarity! Did you poo-poo?!"

>Rarity looked up and timidly said "I'm sowwy" I then said "bad pony! bad bad pony!" I then got the hose and began spraying water into a large bucket. I then went up to Rarity, removed her diaper and threw it in the trash

>"Now I gotta clean you!" I then dunked her in the cold water, she whined and neighed but I dunked her over and over

>I then dragged her back into the house, shivering, I then put on another diaper and dropped her back in the playpen

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/15518665/#q15522352

 

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.

>"That filly of yours is so polite and well behaved!"

 

>"You use strict discipline on her? Good for you! Foals these days don't respect authority because their sires & dams don't spank their rumps anymore."

 

>"I wish we had more parents like you here in Cloudsdale! Yesterday I saw some little rainbow maned brat nearly knock an old mare off a cloud and didn't even slow down to apologize! That little filly could use a little of what your daughter is getting!"

 

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

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/15666657/#q15669911

 

>Walk into bedroom

>Your husband is wearing his little sister's panties and crown and talking in a falsetto while Chrysalis is doing a poor imitation of him and really just looking like a tough dyke mare bending him over her lap and spanking him hard until his buttcheeks are actually weeping and bleeding for being such a bad little sister

 

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Very Short

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/17021748/#q17050506

 

>"Come, whore!"

>You groan and slowly walk towards the bed, each step sending shocks of pain up your back.

>This bitch was crazy. She was fucking crazy.

>Fucking wonderful, but goddamn, fucking crazy.

>You and Celestia had only recently decided to get intimate. It was just a matter of time, really. You had been living in her house ever since you arrived, over a year ago. You had talked to her almost daily.

>The tension was always there, but you assumed it would stay below the surface. For a while, it had. But, as you slowly warmed up to each other, you realized that some degree of physical contact was pretty much inevitable. That much was obvious from the first time you got drunk together.

>Not that you minded. She was beautiful.

>For now, you were fuck-buddies. A romantic relationship seemed very possible, but there was so much complexity involved in that particular area, for both you and her, that it was at least slightly distant.

>Still, being fuckfriends with royalty was pretty great. Apparently, all the royal guards had some sort of "sacred duty" to provide "carnal needs" to the princesses, and whoever they gave the privilege to. Having that privilege was fucking awesome. Most of the staff barely batted an eye when you asked to bang them, even if you asked to do it right there, in the hallway, or kitchen, or barracks, or-

>You are driven from your memories by the crack of a whip across your back. Jesus christ, that HURT.

>Where were you...

>Fuckfriends. Right.

>Anyway, pony society in general was pretty open about sex. They didn't wear clothing, after all. So you had found yourself having a surprising amount of it.

>Nothing, however, compared to sex with Celestia.

 

>The women (mare?) was the kind of person people wrote rap songs about.

>Name a fetish, she had it. Bondage, domination, submission, petplay, public sex, exhibitionism, whipping, spanking, cuckold, you fucking name it, she was into it.

>Even more impressive was how voracious her sexual appetite was. She was hungry for cock (and pussy, and probably other, weirder sexual organs) like a fat southern chick was hungry for butter. You had no idea how she could seem so posh in meetings. She was fucking nuts, and it was awesome.

>But also rather painful.

>"Stupid, useless, whore!"

>Smack. Fuck! If she kept doing this, she was going to draw blood for sure.

>"Bad Anonymous! Are you good for anything but sex? You brainless, sniveling slut!"

>Smack! Tears started to leak from your eyes, dripping down your face and coming to rest on the straps of the ballgag you had in your mouth.

>Smack!

>Smack!

>SMACK!

>You considered chocking out the safeword ("Government"). She was going to draw blood.

>WHACK!

>Okay, nevermind. That was fucking blood.

>She slowly withdrew the now red-stained whip, a satisfied smile on her face. Slowly, she licked the length of it.

>"Mmmmm..."

>See? Fucking nuts.

>"Good boy."

 

>Even though you weren't too into this level of extreme bondage, you were crazy aroused. Celestia was wearing an outfit that looked like it was made of leather (did they have that here?). It mostly consisted of very thin straps, including one that barely covered her slit as she sat on the bed in front of you. She also had a hat, which looked like something an SS officer would wear.

>Your erection was screaming with need, but you doubted that you'd get it anytime soon. You'd been going at this for only half an hour, which was barely a fifth the usual duration of this type of session.

>Celestia tugged at your collar, momentarily hindering your breathing.

>"Mistress understands. All you're good for is sex. Still, mistress must punish you for being so uncouth."

>You roll your eyes. Uncouth? Really?

>"Slave!"

>Oh.

>Oh, shit, she saw you do that.

>Fuck. You were going to pay for that.

>"INSUBORDINATION!"

>Smack!

>"DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT THE MISTRESS!"

>SMACK!

>"THE MISTRESS IS YOUR GODDESS, YOUR LIFE!"

>SMACK!

>"I WILL NOT TOLERATE SARCASM, SLAVE!"

>WHAP!

>"WHORE!"

>You were fully crying now. Jesus, fuck, that hurt!

>"MUST I BRING IN EXTERNAL PUNISHMENT?"

>Oh.

>Oh, fuck, not that.

>That had meant one of two things in the past: A male guard (who throatfucked you so hard that you almost threw up, and definitely would have died if the average pony dick wasn't about the same size as yours), and her sister (who... Well, lets just say that she was into some REALLY weird shit that she had to put you in a dream to do without danger of physical injury. After that ordeal, sometimes just watching her eat a sandwich was enough to make you a little worried.) Both were kind of hot, but also deeply traumatic.

 

>"Pl- Please no."

>You could almost see Celestia getting wetter. She loved it when you begged.

>Her voice gained a tone of mock tenderness.

>"Oh, but dear..."

>SMACK

>Holy fuck! You could have swore that one took a good chunk of skin out of your back. She draws you close to her by pulling on your collar.

>"How else can I help you? I can't let you cross me..."

>You suddenly feel a hoof in your stomach, and the wind is knocked out of you. You collapse into the fetal position on the floor. You gasp for air, but have no luck.

>Celestia giggles. After you finally manage to inhale a very shallow lungful, she leans down next to you, and wispers in your ear.

>"What other kind of insubordination might you get up to if I didn't?"

>You barely manage to open your eyes and look at her. To your surprise, she winks.

>She slowly gets up, and starts walking towards the door. She gets about halfway there before turning back and speaking.

>"Who knows what... awful things you could do if I don't properly squash this?"

>Her voice gains a slight edge to it. She's trying to tell you something-

>OH

>OH FUCK

>The realization hits you like a tonne of bricks. She wants you to...

>She continues walking towards the door, her hips swaying suggestively. That kinky bitch. Holy shit.

>You scramble to your feet.

 

>Your hands aren't bound. You were wondering why she hadn't done that this time. Apparently everything was planned from the start.

>You rip off the collar, and quickly undo the ballgag. Still out of breath (and bleeding slightly from lashes on your back), you manage to break into a run, right at her.

>She hears your footsteps and starts turning around in surprise.

>Bad move. Horses aren't really stable when they're halfway through a turn.

>You tackle her like a sumo wrestler tackling a supermodel. She flies a solid foot before slamming into the ground, you still on top of her.

>"SLAVE! YOU WILL BE SEVERELY!"

>You shove a hand over her mouth, shutting it.

>"My turn, cunt."

>You can feel a little shiver go down her spine. Yeah, she's into this.

>You kick her in the stomach, similar to how she hoofed you there before. Not hard enough to call real injury, but hard enough to hurt. She begins gasping for air.

>Not giving her a break, you stand up, placing a bare foot on her chest.

>"Oh how the tables have turned, huh, bitch?"

>Not the best line, but whatever, you were horny as fuck.

>Slowly, you swoop down to her leather thong.

>"No- No, please-"

>Celestia's voice is very thin. Hm. Maybe you kicked her too hard.

>Still, you're not hearing the safeword, so you continue on.

>You reach downwards and slowly pull it off her. The royal pussy is soon shining, in all its glory, in front of you.

>You run a finger down it. She's soaking wet. Jesus.

>Getting an idea, you run two fingers deep into her slit. They come out soaked with fluids. You quickly jam them into her mouth.

>"TASTE IT!"

>You jam them a bit further down her mouth, causing her to go into a coughing fit.

>You had no idea how far she'd let you go with this. You wanted to push it, but not over the edge.

>You withdraw your fingers. Keeping a hoof on her chest, you glance around you.

 

>Wouldn't you know it. Right near the futon.

>Which, normally, would have been useless. It was actually kind of an ugly futon. However, Celestia was currently using it as a shelf. Resting on it was a riding crop.

>Fucking

>Perfect.

>You grasp the handle. Never actually used a riding crop before so hopefully I don't fuck this up.

>Hm. Well.

>"FUCKING BITCH!"

>You smack it down, hard, on her flank. Right on the cutie mark. She screams in protest.

>"CUNT!"

>SLAM

>"WHORE!"

>SLAM

>"...BITCH AGAIN!"

>SLAM

>This is going to leave visible marks. Fuck, if you do that a bit more, she'll bleed.

>...Then again, she did it to you.

>WHAP WHAP WHAP

>"N- No more!"

>Just a bit of blood. Less than you currently are letting out. Man, thank god this universe didn't have AIDS, or you would so have it by now.

>"OH? OH, YOU WANT MERCY?"

>Her eyes show fear. Well, fake, holy-shit-anon-this-is-so-fucking-hot fear, but still fear.

>"TOO FUCKING BAD!"

>You roll her over onto her stomach, then position yourself behind her.

>"No, oh god, no! Not there!"

>You smirk as you take your dick in your hand. You tease at the outside of her folds.

>Holy shit. If she was any wetter, you'd be afraid of slipping in the puddle.

>"Please... Please!"

>She was supposed to be begging for mercy, but you could hear some desire in her voice. Damn, that was hot.

>You slam into her, hilting. She screams out in pain.

>"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

>You thrust hard and violently. After all the shit you've been doing, you know you aren't going to last long. You just hope she's the same.

>As you ravage her, you occasionally slap her on the cutie mark, right where you were working her with the crop earlier. Every time you do so, she screams out in pain.

 

>Celestia, for her part, is really getting into it.

>"No! Oh god please no!"

>She's fucking crying. Probably mostly from pain but still.

>You can feel her getting tenser. She's close. So are you.

>There needs to be some kind of closer to this, though...

>Still fucking her hard, you lean forward, placing your mouth next to her ear. You bite. Hard. She screams.

>Then you whisper:

>"Ready to feel it inside you!"

>"nogodpleasenogodplease! Not there! Not that! I'm- I'm in heat!"

>You rolled your eyes again. Ponies didn't get heat. You knew that. But you had mentioned how Equine reproduction worked to Celestia a few weeks ago and she had been fucking fascinated by the subject ever since.

>"Then get ready for a foal, bitch."

>Might as well play along.

>Three long, hard thrusts later, you realize that you're about to explode. Literally any second. Now, one last kicker...

>You hilt, again, and grab her horn, pulling it back so her neck is painfully bent. She lets out an elongated scream as you fill her with your seed, and you can feel that she's cumming as well. Hm. Good timing.

>You both sit there, heavily panting, before you pull out and collapse on the floor. She falls over as well.

>"A- Anonymous..."

>She barely manages to get the word out.

>"Y- Yes, Celly?"

>"That... That was awesome."

>You smile.

>"Y- Yeah. Holy shit."

>The room gains a bit of light as her horn activates.

>"You want scars from this?"

>"...Eh, fuck it, why not. You should probably stop the bleeding though."

>Not even bothering to look back, she encases your back in magic. In a minute, you feel scabs growing over the lashes.

>"Y- You gonna do anything for yours?"

>"N- Nah. I'll keep it."

>You grin.

>"M- Maybe we can continue this."

>You raise an eyebrow.

>"Go on."

>"P- Perhaps you... Perhaps you make me the pet as punishment for how I treated you. M- Maybe whore me out in public for a fee."

 

>"Actual public public or 'guards-in-day-clothes' public?"

>"The latter."

>You slowly start to stand up. She does the same.

>"What kinda fee ya thinking?"

>She gives you a wicked grin.

>"Well, if they're getting pleasure from me, they might as well give pleasure in return, right?"

>You smile.

>"You kinky bitch."

>She just nods in return.

>"Off to bed, then?"

>"Yeah. Jesus, fuck."

>You barely manage to reach the bed. That was intense.

>She snuggles up next to you, as the little spoon. You stroke her stomach.

>She's still leaking out, slightly. You can feel the blanket wet with your cum. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but it was kind of hot.

>You drift off to sleep, where you will no doubt have peaceful dreams.

>Or dreams of Luna doing unspeakable things (and possibly eating, or dismembering) to you.

>Either way was fine with you.

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/18509927/#q18509927

 

>"Well if it isn't the leader of the BLANK FLANK CRUSADERS!"

>*sigh* "Yew know whut? Ah'm gettin' pretty sick of yer big mouth."

>"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?"

>"Yew deaf all of a sudden?"

>"You listen here you apple farming PEASANT! My family OWNS this town! We're RESPECTED! HONORED! You? You're just a-"

>"Just a whut?

>"Just a filthy, poor, farm girl who doesn't even know what her special talent is! Oh wait, I know! Maybe it's amounting to NOTHING! Maybe that's your cutie mark -- BEING A NOBOD-"

>"Now yew stop raight there. Not. Another. Word. Let me remind yew jest who yew're talkin' to. You KNOW mah granny helped found Ponyville. Mah big brother is the hardest worker thet ever lived in this town. And let's not ferget mah big sister an' her friends have saved Equestria frum a whole mess of trouble includin' Nightmare Moon, creepy ol' Discord, King Sombre, Tirek... an' many more!"

>"SO?! Where does that leave YOU then?"

>"That leaves me riaght here. With yew."

>"What does THAT mean? H-hey! What are... get off of me right NOW!"

>"Yew know, yer family is only rich 'cuz yer grandpappy built his business sellin' Apple Family products. When ya think about it maybe yew owe the Apples sumthin' in return."

>"I don't owe you or your creepy family ANYTHING, Apple Bloom! Now let m-me goooAH! Wha- what are?!"

>"Maybe yew ARE gunna repay somethin' today, Diamond Tiara, fer all the hassle yew been givin' me an' mah friends. Ah'm gunna take it outta yer soft hide..."

>"Ahh! S-somepony HELP! A-Applbluuuummth! Mmmth! Nnnnuuuhg!"

 

...

 

> Applejack saw red

> She stared down Diamond Tiara with petrifying grimace

> MedusaWouldHaveDroppedALoad.jpg

> Grabbing the bratty filly by the nape of her neck, she yanked hard

> Diamond was bent like a sheet over Applejack's knee

> Raising a hoof high in the air, she wound up her strength like the abusive father she never had.

> time stood still, AJ paused just long enough for the fear to percolate through the trembling bully

> her peach-fuzz pink ass was shaking in fright

> And down fell hammer

> Applejack brought her hoof down like a pick axe into the soft virgin flanks of Mizz Tiara

> It wasn't the least bit cloudy, but the folks of ponyville were sure they heard a thunderclap

> Diamond screeched like a banshee as the waves propagated across her buttocks.

> Even the CMC winced at the site of their foe being brought down to size

> "That one's for Scootaloo" AJ pronounced

> Diamond kicked her legs fruitlessly, still bent over AJ's lap like a beached whale.

 

> Applejack raised her hoof again for the second act

> Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Scootaloo looked on with mouths agape

> A single tear fell from Diamond into the dirt below

> Applejack brought her hoof down once more into Diamonds backside

> Not even a Louisiana Pimp would slap that hard

> Diamond screamed again in tingling anguish to unhearing ears

> "That one's fer Sweetie Belle"

> The bully filly had never before been punished by her parents

> The sensation of pain, like the one that lingered and stung her rump, was alien to her

> In unfamiliar territory, Diamond Tiara begged to be released

> "P-Please...A-Applejack I don't like this! Please let me go." she whimpered

> Applejack heard her voice, but no words were registered.

> "I..I won't make fun any more. Puh *hic* lease let me go".

> Applejack's spanking limb had tasted mare flesh, and it was hungry for more.

 

...

 

>"Ya see Tierrah, you ain't much different than a pig..."

>"W-what do you mean?"

>"Y'all act all high and mighteh but ah nice kick in the rear and you'll shut up..."

>"Y-y-you're going to kick me?"

>"Nah, ah`m gonna stick yew in the pig pen. And I'll see what happens."

A short time later...

>"Ya see bruiser over thar? He almost sodomized Big Mac a few moons ago. Let's see what he does to ya?"

 

>The world for Diamond was turned upside down. As she was thrown by Applebloom into the pig pen. Her soft, supple rump now stained with mud resembled a pig. Or, Bruiser was in such a deep rut anything could and would have been a reciprocal for his lust. Diamond was soon pinned under the enormous beast, her coat being mixed with the godforsaken mud.

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35491287/#q35491287

 

>Hah! Are you accusing me of rape all the little fillies who were my students in the past? Of course i did it, but no one is going to talk, all of they successes in life is thanks to me, now anon, you can go.

 

“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.”

 

>Ponice laugh and instead raise their batons at Anon

>"You are now under arrest for attempting to incite insurrection and treason against Her Majesty. "

>Anon is flabbergasted

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

>A ponice officer explains, as if to a slow child

>"First, Princess Celestia has legal immunity. Holding the princesses to the same standards as everypony gets nothing done and it's not our place to infringe upon their divine rights. Second, we were acting as double agents. We stop anypony attempting to upset the status quo. Now paws out or we'll use force."

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

>Celestia steps in

>"But, Anon, so what? It's not a taboo to have sexual relations with young ponies."

>The ponice voice their agreement and again demand Anon surrender

>Seeing that his holy crusade was going nowhere, Anon complies

>Anon is put into cuffs and escorted to the dungeons underneath the grand castle to be held until his court appearance

 

>Anon sulked in his cell

>Ponies in separate cells jeer at him ever since he explained why he was in the big time out

>"This airhead clip-clop right into Equestia and spouts nonsense about what Big White can and cannot do like he was her daddy."

>Another voice joins in

>"He's going to be in for a big shock when he finds out what he's in for after they sentence him. We all know what that is."

>The block makes catcalls at him until the guards silence the prisoners

>Anon is unnerved. He struggles to fall asleep

 

>Next morning

>Anon is taken out of his cell and brought into the castle hall where day court is conducted

>an assembly of well-dressed ponies is in attendance

>guards flank the assembly and entrances

>Raven Inkwell stands besides a vacant dais

>Anon is brought before the dais in chains and well guarded

>All doors are sealed and locked dramatically

>A guard strikes the floor with the butt of his spear

>"Defendant is in the court. Her Highness and Supreme Honor, Princess Celestia, presides!"

>Celestia makes her entrance from a door besides the throne and sits on the dais

>The assembly bows

>She calls out calmly and clearly

>"Court is in session. The defendant is Anon from Earth. Read the charges, Miss Inkwell."

>"Anon is charged with attempted sedition. Attempt to incite insurrection from among the Canterlot ponice department. Finally, Anon is accused of interfering with the royal prerogative."

>Celestia thanks her and then addresses Anon

>"How do you plead?"

"Not guilty."

>"I see. We will now hear testimonies from witnesses.I, Princess Celestia, will testify."

>Like switching modes, Celestia adopts a more casual voice and demeanor, but it's damning all the same

>"He totally did it."

>Celestia switches back to judge mode

>"The witness has spoken. Judgement shall now be passed to the defendant."

 

>Anon feels outrage

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

>A guard whacks Anon's head with his spear

>"Silence!"

"OW! That fucking hurts."

>"Add contempt of court to the charges, Miss Inkwell."

>"Yes, ma'am."

>Raven writes it down with loud scritch-scratches from her feather pen

>Celestia speaks

>"Anon's sentence is as follows: one week in the stocks. Execute the punishment, guards. Court is dismissed."

>Anon speaks out as he is being pulled out of the hall to big double doors

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

>"Make that two weeks in the stocks. Let's hope that fixes Anon's rebellious phase."

"It is not just a phase!"

>"Did I hear a month, Anon?"

>Anon's heart sank and he shuts up

>"Good boy. Two weeks."

>The big doors open to the outside

>Anon manages to start walking before he risks being dragged over the hard cobble road

>Damn white horse thinks she is the boss of him

>You're not my mom

>Anon is paraded along the street leading into the heart of Canterlot

>His company makes certain to advertise his new legal status

>"Make way for the criminal ape!"

>Anon grumbles

"I dindu muffins."

>"Silence!"

>Another whack kisses Anon's pretty head

"OW!"

>And another one

>"I said silence!"

>Anon heeds begrudgingly

>His group stops at a busy square in the middle of the city. The intersection is bustling with activity

>The guards lead him to a pillory

>"Bend over, criminal."

>Anon complies - with difficulty. The stocks are built low to the ground to accommodate a smaller creature

>The stocks are closed and locked. His chains are anchored to the ground

>A guard declares that his sentence begins immediately

>This is going to suck. Anon already feels discomfort in his lower back

 

>Anon feels his suit being teared apart

>His heart is racing

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

>The guards ignore him and work quickly, and Anon soon feels the air touching his naked skin

>If Anon had a shell to crawl into he'd do that to hide his immense shame

>Everything is on display

>Anon hears ponies exclaim at the sight

>Brave ponies will run up to touch him in very intimate places, making him cringe and scream

"Knock it off! Stop!"

>A lone sentinel chuckles at Anon's torment

>This goes on throughout the day

 

>Day two of sentence

>Anon feels drained, cold, and hungry

>Ponies continue to amuse themselves by touching his boys before shops open

>Despite everything, he is uncomfortably erect

>A fresh guard relieves the previous one - a mare this time

>That's another thing: Anon is under constant surveillence

>Causing suspicion will result in a harsh spanking

>...Which also arouses him, much to his dismay

>The new guard feeds him a big mug of milk for breakfast

>His "meal" leaves much to be desired

"Why are you guys only feeding me milk?"

>"You are being punished. Also, it means less work for us guards if we're not feeding you any solids. We prefer not to clean up your dung."

>Makes sense, you have got to admit

>"From the looks of your penis I'd say you're excited, little fella."

>She snrks

>Anon feels embarrassment and anger well up at the mention of his new nickname

>Obviously because his equipment is hilariously small

"Take a picture, bitch."

>"Ooh. That's a big attitude for such a diminutive stallion. I need to teach you to have some manners."

>The mare guard spanks Anon with her flatboard paddle

>It's been upgraded to have little metal rivet heads to deliver maximum pain

>Anon yelps loudly, attracting attention from pedestrians

>His pinprick erection tenses with each hit

>It's both a painful and arousing torture

>When she finally stops paddling his ass is shaking uncontrollably

>Warm piss splatters onto the ground

 

>"The big human had an accident."

>His marbles are much too rattled to retort

>His knees buckle

>His breathe is ragged

>With her work finished, the unicorn guard mare puts out a lawn chair and erects an umbrella over it

>She sits there imperiously, staring at Anon as he struggles to regain his composure

>Anon rasps

"I cannot breathe."

>"If you can talk you can breathe, dumbass."

>Oh, this one was a real angel

>He drops the act and returns to being stoic

 

>The hours crawled by

>It grew warmer

>The Sun harsher

>Anon felt increasingly dehydrated

>He put aside his disdain for the mare to ask for help

"Can I get a drink of water?"

>Without so much as acknowledging him, she levitates a ladle from a bucket and puts the dipper to his lips

>He drinks greedily

>It's cool and crisp. Something merciful in the summer heat

"More, please."

>She provides another

>He drinks it

"More."

>The mare grumbles but does as she's asked.

>"Tell me when to stop."

>Anon drinks to his heart's content

>He tastes something off about the water and makes a face

>Spotting it, the faintest knowing smirk grows on the guardmare's face

>Deadpan, Anon asks

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

>"It's perfectly fit to drink."

"Go on."

>She snorts

>"It's pony urine diluted in water provided by the filly scouts."

>He screams for a solid minute before the mare brings him back under control with her paddle

>Anon is wincing

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

>The mare seems genuinely indigent

>"I'll have you know those little cookies felt sorry for you for not having accepted the bliss shared between a mature pony and the youth. They thought you'd see the error of your ways if you savored their sweet urine and repented. Learning of your special case, they received permissions from Her Highness to spike your water. There's ponies who'd pay top bits to drink what you are drinking, ape."

>He has no words

 

>To prove her point, she drinks from the dipper

>"I pity you for being able to enjoy this virgin essence. It's like I am ravishing those tender fillies with each sip."

>"Oh, and if you decide to not drink it, then you're signing your own death sentence. Her Majesty agrees that part of your punishment is rehabilitation and will go to great lengths to change your mind. This is all you get. Also, your milk is gathered from generous mares. That's another luxury you are taking for granted."

>Anon has no response

>She's obviously so entrenched in her views that nothing he said would reach her

>Anon remains silent the whole day and refuses to eat or drink anything

 

>Day 3 of sentence

>Yep, Anon still feels like shit and is seething about his predicament

>The guardmare rotated with a slightly older pegasus stallion

>Unlike the mare before him, he gives his name and occupation

>Rough Rider, frontier guard taking some much needed TLC at HQ

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

>He chuckles and elbows anon like a comrade

>"All I know is service, my great ape friend. I'd just be getting bored if I was forced to stay home. Light duty is a compromise."

"To each his own, I guess."

>"Now don't get the wrong idea. I can be chummy and I can also be the meanest bastard if the situation calls for it. You are going to behave. Today we're going to let the public get more directly involved in your rehabilitation."

"What does that mean?"

>Rough Rider smirks and pulls out a sign he's been toting along

>Anon reads it

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

>"We're inviting the yung-uns to take a hooves-on approach for building a healthy relationship with our great ape friend."

>He fucking winks

"What?"

>"You'll see. All you need to keep in mind is that you'll be interacting with little fillies 'n colts, so don't take your anger out on them or I will be forced to reenact some very unpleasant things I picked up while on the job."

 

>Anon nods

>He decides to keep cool for now and not find out what RR has in store

>"Fantastic. Now, would you be wanting anything to eat or drink? I was told you have been refusing both since yesterday. If you thought yesterday was hot then just wait 'till this afternoon sets in. You're going to keel over from heat stroke, partner."

>Anon was feeling thirsty and weak, but maintains his resolve

"No thanks."

>"Suit yourself. Let's open shop right now."

>Rough Rider puts up the sign and starts hawking his wares - being Anon

>"Hyuuuman petting zoo is now open. Come one and come all for this rare opportunity to touch a real live hyuuman."

>Ponies are drawn in from across the market square to witness and feel the spectacle

>Anon remembers that he is very naked and in a sensitive position. He whimpers

>Bands of ponies come near. Some family units, others similar-aged cohorts, and the odd singletons

>RR continues his pitch

>"Don't be shy. Give this hyuuman a good petting. Costs nothing but time now, ya' hear?"

>Anon feels hooves rubbing along his bare back. More curious hooves touch his buttocks and thighs

>The ponies talk amongst themselves excitedly

>"He's such a darling for being a big guy."

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

>"Ooh. That's some fire. Does his handler have anything to say?"

>RR chimes in

>"Don't worry now. He's domesticated. Right, big guy?"

>RR looks Anon in the eye menacingly, wordlessly promising a world of hurt if he misbehaves

>Anon chuckles uncomfortably

"Yep. Totally peachy."

>His change in tune puts RR at ease. The ponies went on touching and prodding him

>His wanting penis flexes at the attention

>Some mares squeal

>"See his tiny penis? Is that all there is to it?"

>Oh she did not just go there

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

>A sharp pain shoots out on Anon's back, making him crumble

"Fuck!"

 

>Rough Rider's voice reaches Anon through his fog of pain

>"Try again."

>Anon manages to speak

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

>"Better."

>A young female voice speaks up

>"Awww. Even little guys deserve love and attention."

>Anon is unable to identify who is talking since his head is stuck in place and they are beyond his field of vision

>"Can I give him some love, mommy?"

>Someone older-sounding responds

>"If it's alright with his handler, sweeite."

>RR is only too happy to let her "give him love"

>"Go on and introduce yourself to my hyuuman friend so he knows who to thank."

>A little earth pony filly comes around to face Anon. She seems cute and nice

>"Hello, human. I'm Sweet Tooth. I help my parents in their confectionery. I am learning all about making and serving candy so that I can put a smile on everypony's face. That's my calling."

>So dang cute

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

>Sweet Tooth gives him an award-winning smile

>"Don't worry, human. Someday everypony learns their own special talent. When you know what you are destined to do, you can help the great Equestrian family."

>That little speech makes everyone attending d'aww

>"In the meantime, I am going to make you feel better."

>She fucking winks

"Wha-?"

>Sweet Tooth disappears underneath him

>He feels a little mane touch his stomach

"What the fuck is happening, Rough Rider?"

>"Just let it happen."

>Small hooves rub his balls

"I swear to God."

>"The alternative will be much more painful. Trust me."

>He fucking winks

>A little tongue licks the tip of his penis

>And then Sweet Tooth went to town

"Lord have mercy."

 

>Sweet Tooth bobs her head on Anon's cock

>She keeps the pressure on with expert use of her tongue and sucking

>Her lips kiss his balls at the root of his cock when she deepthroats

>Granted it was not hard for her given how small his dick was

>Anon's balls were massaged in the frog of her hoof while she sucks him

>Anon wept quietly at the degeneracy transpiring, and because of the guilt of feeling so good

>Anon took it. His only sound was his quickening breathes and subdued grunts as Sweet Tooth brought him closer to release

>He quickly came

>Sweet Tooth swallows his cum and hums contently

>Her lips hug his shaft as she pulls off to get every bit of his seed into her mouth

>She kisses his tip again and settles in to lick his sweaty balls in the afterglow

>Anon whines

>"Awww. He's so happy."

>Rough Rider then invites all the little ones to give Anon their love if they want to and their parents allow it

"Why are you doing this to me?"

>Anon's voice is hollow. A mere murmur

>Rough Rider answeres his question

>"Because you need help, Anon."

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

>"Because your inhibitions are too strong for reason. Her Highness has taken a keen interest in seeing you adjust to your new home. Thoroughly."

 

>As with the mare guard, Anon cannot find any words to convince Rough Rider otherwise

>The young ponies, both male and female, press closer to Anon with carnal intent

>Some join Sweet Tooth near his groin area, competing to taste his half-flaccid cock and balls

>An aggressive colt inspects Anon's asshole curiously

>Anon feels his ass cheeks spread apart

>Grinning, the colt rams his prick into Anon and humps him

>"Look at him go! My little one is so energetic."

>Another colt says he wants at it, too

>Anon watches him flutter up and grab onto his face

>"Open up!"

>The colt pushes his little erection against Anon's mouth, which he keeps close in protest

>An exquisitely painful sensation on Anon's back flares similar to the one earlier

>His anguished cries let the little colt thrust into his now open mouth

>The ponies rape him; their parents give them encouragement from the sidelines

>Anon can only take it lest he invite Rough Rider's wrath upon himself

 

>Evening

>Rough Rider throws cold salt water onto Anon to wash him

>It makes his tender skin sting

>"That was not so bad, now was it, partner?"

>Anon avoids his gaze. He says nothing

>Thinking about what happened today brings conflicting emotions

>On one hand it was absolute hell and shameful

>On another hand he hadn't been so turned on in his life

>He did not suppose that those little ponies will be branded sex offenders and ostracized for the rest of their lives

>It was innocent, wholesome fun for the entire family in Equestria

>Wanting to put today behind him, Anon closes his eyes and drifts into slumber

 

>Day 4 of sentence

>Anon awakes with an awful case of cotton mouth

>He hadn't been drinking any water for a couple days now

>He accepts he won't survive much longer if he keeps it up

>Anon inspects his surroundings

>Still stuck in the middle of the city square

 

>More merchants have set up shop compared to previous days

>They want to be as close to the sideshow as possible to take advantage of the increased traffic

>Anon sees that his companion for today is none other than Twilight Sparkle

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

>His voice sounds raspy

>"Oh. You are awake. Good morning, Anon. How are you?"

"Looks say it all."

>"Well, don't fear, Anon. You have an easy agenda today. It will be fun and educational to learn about Equestrian cultural norms."

>Twilight is sickeningly upbeat

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

>Twilight scrunches her nose

>"I will not have you be insulting even if you grew up on a backwards planet."

>She nonetheless produces a mug of milk and a bucket

"Pony milk, right?"

>"Only the finest from our own nursing mares!"

>Well, it was not a big leap from drinking dairy

>Bottoms up

>Anon drinks it without complaint

"Thanks. Water?"

>"Sure. Just give me a second."

>Twilight proceeds to piss into the bucket

"What?"

>She finishes

>"Don't worry. This is perfectly fit to drink."

>She seems awfully perky

>In contrast, Anon's was having a mini breakdown

"Do I really have to drink your piss?"

>"Yes!"

>He scowls. Anon was on the verge of protesting but his body demanded fluids

"Fuck it. Give it to me."

>"I am glad you are being so cooperative. First I need you to help me with a little something."

>Twilight turns around and presents her soiled cunt

>"Lick me clean, Anon. I don't want the pee drying up. It irritates my sensitive folds."

>Anon growls angrily

"Fuck my life."

>He licks Twilight's sopping wet pussy. She huffs and whinnies softly under his care

>Even when Anon thinks he got all of the piss she won't budge, so he is forced to keep at it until she cums

>She moans with her release

>Anon swallows. Her cum provides a token relief from thirst

>"Good boy, Anon. Now here's your drink."

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/17100098/#q17109708

 

>Rarity is visiting Sweet Apple Acres, needing some strong apple seed in her.

>Getting it good from big mac, face to face he has her lifted up against a tree.

>he has been pent up for some time, huuuuuge load, even for him.

>she overflows, his cum dripping down her ponut, and onto the base of her tail.

>Bitches and moans about how long it will take her to get it out of her beautiful tail once she gets off the extacy from being fucked silly by the biggest stallion in town.

>have to walk past granny smith and AJ with her tail covered in baby batter when going to borrow their shower, because fuck heading into town with this mess.

>Big Macs gonna get a good spanking next time...

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/13937875/#q13962054

 

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.

>"You stop fighting me or I'll flip this around and use the bristle side, young filly!"

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;

>"Does being bullied give you the right to bully others?"

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

>"Did I send you to Ponyville so you could be a brat & cause problems for Granny Smith & Cousin Applejack?"

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

>"And are you ever going to be a bully 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.

 

@@@

 

Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/23815283/#q23815989

 

>You have arrived at the grand blue doors of the Princess's chambers

>They extend nearly towards the ceiling of the corridor you stand in

>You have been here to the castle many times, on Royal Summons, invitations for tea, and even a party. Which shall never be spoken of again

>But you have never been invited to one of the Princess's royal chambers

>Funnily enough, there are no guards stationed outside

>You would think that here, security would be paramount

>Emblazoned on the door are two crescent-moons that double as door handles

>You reach for one, gently pushing the door inward

>The room is near-pitch black

>You step inside gingerly, taking the time to look around as your eyes adjust to the darkness

>The room was sparsely decorated with light fixtures, a crescent-moon bed, and a bedside table holding a few books with dog-eared pages in place of bookmarks

>Luna was nowhere to be found

"Princess?"

>Your call seems to have gone unheeded

>Before you can bolt out of a presumably-empty room for fear of being pranked or caught, you hear steps upon the carpeted floor

>From an adjoining room comes a figure you recognise to be the Princess of the Night herself

>She enters the bedroom, never taking your eyes off you as she saunters over to the bed

>She is smiling at you in a strange way, much like a predator

>You begin to sweat nervously

>"Good evening, dear Anonymous"

>You banish the nervous feeling

"Hi, I got your summons"

>"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come"

"Well, why wouldn't I?"

>She grins.

>"You don't even know what this is about"

>You shrug

>She flicks a piece of lint off of her covers with a hoof.

>"I have a proposition for you, dear Anon"

>You raise an eyebrow in intrigue

"Oh yeah?"

>She simply nods, her grin widening

>"There's something I want you to do"

>Ah, something to fix most likely. Your hands were well sought after for odd jobs here and there

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

>"Punish me"

>You blink

"Say what?"

 

>She stands once again, taking a step closer to you

>Despite yourself, you take a step back towards the door

>"I said..."

>Another step

>You felt glad that you left the door open, because you might be getting ready to bolt

>Her horn glows as if reading your mind, and the door swings shut just as you spin around

>Your hands tug on the moons, but the door doesn't budge

>You gulp gently

>You're locked in with a moon princess that wants you to—

>"Punish me,"

>You shiver at the whisper. It sounded like she was right behind you

>You turn back to face her

"P-punish you?"

>"Yes, Anon. Punish me. Hurt me, insult me, rut me like a common streetwalker!"

>She stands on her hind legs with a manic smile, her pupils dilated, placing her forelegs on either side of you to stop you from escaping

>You stare right back with a mix of fear and confusion

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

>She scoffs

>"Nonsense! You are the only one I trust to do this, and do this well,"

>You cycle through some more excuses

"I'm just not into this whole scene"

>She raises her eyebrow, stepping a little closer

>You can feel her fur and bodyheat through your clothes

>"Well, have you ever tried it?"

>She leans in and inhales deeply

"W-well, no, not exactly,"

>Your resistance is crumbling, piece by piece

>"Then how ever do you know that you Won't enjoy it?"

>She purses her lips and closes her eyes, moving in for the kill

>You blurt out your final defense

"The bed isn't big enough!"

>She stops and draws back in shock

"T-the bed,"

>You motion to it as best you can while being pinned by a Princess

>She turns to look at her crescent-moon furnishing

"I don't think we could both fit"

>"Oh"

>She sounds disappointed, her ears fall flat

>Did that really work?

>She suddenly perks up again, turning back to face you

>Oh balls

>"Then I guess you'll have to rut me here on the cold, hard floor,"

>You shiver slightly at the mental image

 

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

>She narrows her eyes

>"Cease with the excuses, Anon. It is quite simple. Here, I'll help,"

>She fires up her horn, and a soft blue aura envelops your hands

>They are brought up and around the Princess without your control, and begin trailing down her svelte coat

>It feels like silk, you are briefly surprised by its sheer softness

>She sighs contentedly and releases her magical grip

>You continue to stroke up and down

>You part your fingers and comb through her hair

>She murmurs at the exotic sensation, her wings ruffling against her body

>"Don't be gentle," she commands, igniting her spell once again and pressing your hands deeper into her coat

>Your nails rake down her lithe form her withers to her flank

>She gasps and throws her head back, her magic stuttering

>She must really be into this sort of thing

>She stares at you, chewing her lip between her teeth as her magic forces your fingers down past her cutie mark to grip onto her flanks

>Without her having to tell you, you begin to grope and knead the toned flanks in your grasp

>Once again she lets out a little moan at your ministrations, and lets your hands go freely once again

>Her wings extend to their full span, casting a shadow against the wall

>You briefly remember that this is /Princess Luna/, the Lunar Regent herself

>Your friend

>You falter for a split second and she comes out of her reverie

>"What is the matter now?"

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

>"Silence!"

>Your mouth snaps shut

>She drops back down to all fours

>For a moment you think you've seriously pissed her off

>She turns way from you, and you reach out to apologise

>But you don't get very far before she backs that ass up and pins you against the door once more

>Your hands fall to her flank to try and push her off, but she does not budge

>She turns to look at you once again

>"Your Princess, and friend, commands you to /ravage/ her!"

 

>You can feel something warm pressing against your crotch

>If you weren't hard before you certainly are now

>Your hands are gripping her flank, she has you against a wall, and is slowly grinding against you, impatiently staring you down

>Oh lordy this is really happening

>You gulp, mouth completely dry, and begin to knead her toned flanks once again

>She smiles and faces forward once more

>Her flank is toned and buff, clear evidence of the power she commands with those muscles

>If she wanted to, she could probably buck you through the door

>You grip a little tighter, she gasps as your fingers dig in

>The warmth at your crotch intensifies

>Something tells you that she wouldn't be happy with a simple flank massage

>She wants you to punish her

>You raise one hand

>This could get you killed

>And bring it down hard onto her Cutie Mark

>She gasps and shivers, her front legs buckling as she collapses onto the floor

>You panic

"Shit, Luna? Are you alright?"

>She mumbles something into the carpet

"What?"

>She turns her head. She has a deep crimson blush on her cheeks

>"More!"

>You draw back in shock, but dutifully raise your hand and slap her flank once again

>Her back legs go weak and she cries out again

>Her wings flap, and you divert your attention to them

"Having fun, Princess?"

>She laughs breathlessly as you alternate between groping and spanking

>"Oh very much so, but I think it's time we move on to the main event,"

>She presses her hips back against the tent in your trousers

>Her magic wraps around your pants and works the belt buckle deftly

>They drop to the floor

>You don't know if she just slipped your underwear off, destroyed them, or they disappeared

>But suddenly your erection sprung free of its confining clothes

>"Anon, I want you to rut me,"

>You look down at Princess Luna, presenting herself to you as if she was a mare in heat

>This was happening

>You grip her tail, twirl it once about your hand, and tug it out of the way

 

>She gasps as you pull her tail,and stares back at you with glazed eyes

>You press the head of your dick up against her marehood,and tease it up and down

>She grits her teeth as you tease her, and opens her mouth no doubt to tell you off

>You choose that moment to slip inside

>"AnoOOON!"

>What should have been a stern command turned into almost a wail

>You slip half into her, then tug on her tail and sink the rest into her

>The words 'furnace', 'glove' and 'vice' would come to mind if you had the capacity for thought

>The heat, the tightness—everything caused you to grind your teeth and your hips, trying to both hold yourself back from nutting right there, and to seek more of the mind-bending pleasure

>Your other hand clamps down on her flank, and you pull her tail taught like violin strings

>She has her head arced back, mouth agape, eyes shut tightly

>"Oh gods!"

>You pull out halfway

>You had to control yourself. Manners dictated that the lady came first

>Hopefully literally

>You decide to make sure that was the case

>You slam yourself back inside, and she arches her back an lets out a frantic gasp

>"Harder"

>She can barely speak

>She must have been really pent up if a mere tail pull and spanking can get her into this state

>Maybe you should up the ante

>See how loud your Princess can really scream

>You pull back and thrust harder, yanking her tail so she meets you halfway

>She grunts in approval, her eyes still closed

>You repeat the motion, sliding out, then thrusting back in using her tail as leverage to pull her backwards

>Her wings shiver and flutter, her head droops onto the ground, and her mane begins to move everywhere at once in disarray

>As you settle into a rhythm, the princess below you begins to bite down on her hoof to stifle her moans

>You scoff

"Oh no you don't"

>You reach down and grip her mane, tugging her face away from the carpet

>This ellicits an unbridled, unmuted moan that fills the room with a sweet resonance

>It was like music

 

>You pull her mane back more, and lean forward to whisper into her ear

"I want to hear you scream"

>You can feel the effect your words have on her as she clamps down on your member

>"P-ponies might hear us,"

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

>Her eyelids flutter as you punctuate the last word with another slap on the flank

>You smile and continue your thrusting, keeping a firm grip on her mane so she can't hide her moaning

>As you get further and further to the inevitable release, your thrusting becomes less of a tempo and more of a frantic, animalistic rutting

>The Princess's moans increase in both volume and duration

>Her mane and coat are in complete disarray

>You decide to try something else

>Her elegant neck is just begging for something wrapped around it

>You wonder if this would be going too far

>Right now you didn't care

>Your other hand releases her flank, and, just as quickly, wraps around her throat

>She opens her eyes in surprise as your fingers enclose her throat and begin to squeeze

>Just as you expected, her eyes roll into her head and her breathing becomes labored as you cut off the air flow, tugging her mane once again

>Your mouth was now directly next to her ear

>As you inched closer and closer to release, you decide to pull out all the stops

"You like being punished, eh?"

>She nods frantically, tongue lolling out of her mouth

"Tell me,"

>You release your grip

>She takes a deep gulp of air

>"I-I like to be punished"

>You frantically pump into her faster

>You grip her neck again

>She squeaks—a weak substitute for the moan she would have released

"What are you?"

>You release her throat

>She inhales

>"A bad pony, I'm a bad pony,"

>You feel your climax building fast

>This was it

 

>You nibble her ear gently and constrict her neck hard, slamming into her once, twice—then the dam broke

>She weakly gasped and bucked her hips back into you as you released inside her, her eyes shutting, her back arching, and her pussy clamping down on your member so hard that you thought she might break it clean off

>You released her throat and she began to moan loudly once more

>You step back and grip onto her flanks, giving her a few more thrusts for good measure

>She finally stops shuddering, and collapses down onto the carpet, supported only by her back legs

>You take a step back, sliding out of her and leaning against the wall

>You seem to have made quite a mess

>Her back legs and wings twitch every now and then, utterly exhausted and spent

>You smile and reach down, picking your lover up

>She was heavier than she looked—and she looked damn heavy

>You eventually place her on the bed

>Turns out there was room for two

>Go figure

>You get in beside her and watch her face, still vacant from the sheer overdose of bliss she felt

>You smile at her and brush a strand of that ethereal mane out of her eyes

>You lean towards her and place a kiss on her forehead

"Sleep tight, Princess,"

>Her face morphs into a smile, and she wraps her hooves around you

>You may have just gotten a new domination fetish

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/21774644/#q21804852

 

>Be Young and Hot Granny Smith

>Also be in a lot of trouble right now

>was hanging out in the saloon

>got into a drinking contest

>made a bet, a stupid, stupid, bet

>now your paying for it

>winner gets to tell the loser to do

>you passed out and lost

>now here you are again in the same saloon

>only this time you have a different out fit on

>maid dress, crotch-less panties, blinders, a tail raiser, a but plug, and the words 'Spank Me' written on your flanks

>forced to serve drinks for everypony

>the winner calls you over

>got spanked 3 times on the way over

>that makes 47 already

>reach his table

>says he made a mess

>you don't see any mess

>'this mess right here' and then he pours his drink all over his crotch

>"clean it"

>you blush and turn to look for a rag

>"oh no" his hoof grabs your chin "with your mouth"

>the saloon goes silent

>you turn to look at the others to maybe hopefully see that everypony is busy with somethi-

>-nope, they're all staring at you. waiting

>your about to say no and leave when he speaks first

>"tell you what" he says "do this one last thing and you done you can go home"

>you freeze

>you ask him if he means it

>he nods "now" he pulls you closer "get to work"

>because of the blinders, his...thing...is the only thing you can see

>you lean in and ...hesitate. he gets impatient

>"buck this" he takes his hoof and forces your head forward

>you start licking his thighs

 

>"make sure you suck the balls clean" he remarked

>you blush harder

>"yeah! clean the balls" says a random vocie in the Saloon

>this cannot get more humilating

>"clean the balls!" "clean the balls!" they all Chant

>Damit univers! that wasn't a chalange

>you move your tongue to his...place

>he moans

>the saloon chears

>you pray for celestia to banish you to the moon

>"you know what would make this go faster?"

>he use's both hoves to hold your head while he shoves his cock into your open mouth

>each push hits the back of your thoat

>you caugh and gag for air but he dosen't stop with his brutal thrusting

>"hey, she's making a mess of her own" "she just winked at me, maybe she'll clean me next?" they all laugh

>you can feel it

>you can feel the wetness going down your leg, your winking clit, the rise in tempreture

>as much as you hate it your getting off on this

>you wish that you wern't but being watched and used is doing things to you that you didn't know they would do

>the hard cock being shoved down your thoat dosen't help

>"ugh" he grunts

>you can feel it start to twitch

>"with one last thrust he pulls your head by the pigtails till your nose touches fur

>"uunngh" he errups in your mouth

>for some reason you try to sawllow as much cum as you can but soon realize theres too much

>you pull back as the last few spurts land on your face

>all the drinkers have gathered in a circle to watch you preform apparently

>your legs are a bit shakey but you make it to your hooves

>you don't know how your gonna show your face tommorow but-

>"WHATS GOING ON HERE!"

>oh no

>you turn your head slowly

>with cum dripping from your chin, mane, nose and mouth you stare at the new pony who just came in

 

h-hi pa

 

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Anon

 

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/25307566/#q25307566

 

>FOR THE LAST TIME PINKIE. I don't want to go on a STUPID date with your STUPID monkey friend!

 

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

>"Good!"

"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."

>"WHAT!?"

"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."

>"Nonny! Doncha think you're being a bit harsh?"

"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."

 

>You turn to leave for home, when something hard smacks into your back.

>You crash to the ground, getting intimate with the soil.

>Your head's in a daze, and your back's killing you.

>Kinda feels like...a rock hit you.

 

>The smug cunt stands behind you with another rock in her hoof.

>"Foul. FOUL! YOU WANT FOUL?! I'LL GIVE YOU FOUL, YOU MISERABLE APE!!!

>Despite Pinkie's best efforts at calming her sister, a veritable hail of rocks and stones of all different shapes and sizes careens toward you.

>You do your best to guard yourself, but the environment is unkind.

>The rocky terrain doesn't exactly provide alot of cover.

>Sprinting to a boulder about 100 yards away, you check your wounds.

>You've got a small gash on your jaw, and scrape along your left elbow.

>You can't exactly see your back, but if the warm wetness is anything to go by, she must've gotten you pretty damn good.

 

>You normally consider yourself a pretty calm guy. You have to be, considering all the shit these ponies put you through daily.

>But this, this was unwarranted, and this mare needed to learn a lesson one way or another.

 

>Judging your surroundings, you notice that while the terrain is relatively flat around her, you can circle around to your right by means of a small pathway carved into the stone.

>You pick your way slowly. Stealth is key.

>To your left, you can hear her calling, goading you out.

 

>"GET YOUR HAIRLESS HIDE OUT HERE, SO I CAN TAN YOU PROPERLY, MONKEY!"