*The authors of these greens posted their story as Anonymous,so I don't know the real name of these writefriends.*
*I paste all these greens here just for easier reading and archiving.*
~Anyway enjoy the stories.~
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!highlight! [Twilight's Heartbroken day]
Thread&Post number:25918367/#25918940
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Yea. I wonder who though. Its not like I've been subtly trying to show interest in someone for the past 3 months or anything. I try and hang out with her every day. I take her to get hayburgers and help her organize her house. I've taken long moonlit walks to go stargazing with her. All that stuff. But she's completely oblivious to my feelings. Its like she's really REALLY naive about it.
>Twilight looks at you dumbfounded. She wears a mixture of concern and confusion on her face.
Its just.,. How many times do I need to show her how I feel? Does she not understand just how much I love her? She really can't see how I feel about her?
>Sighing, you make your way over to her.
>You get up and rub the top of her head with your hand. You let it linger there for just a little longer than you're comfortable with.
Well... I'm gonna go alright? I guess I'll see you tommorow.
>You turn to leave the library, but a hoof pulls you around.
>"A-anon..."
Yes?
>"Anon..."
Yes twilight?
>"Look me in the eyes."
>You get down on your knees so that you're eye level with her.
Now what?
>"T-Tell me the truth anon. Who is this mare you're talking about?"
You want me to tell you her name?
>"I..."
>Twilight looks nervously at you, her hesitation is so obvious its almost painful.
Here. This is a picture of her.
>You take out the silver locket you carry with you and give it to her.
>She opens it and gasps.
>"It....its a mirror..."
>She looks back at you with tears in her eyes and throws her arms around you
>"Oh anon! I'm so sorry! I should have known you felt that way about me. I was just so sure you'd never go after me that I ignored all the signs! I love you! I love everything about you! You complete me anon. I want to be together with you forever. I wanna be your little pony."
Wait what?
>"Huh?"
>You snatch the locket back from her hoof.
Oh shit. The picture I had of moondancer must have fallen out. Silly me!
>You can actually hear her heart break. She dies in front of you.
The End

!highlight![Apple Bloom]
Thread&Post number: 27328975/#q27329869
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>each night i would sneak into Applejacks room while shes asleep and masturbate while carefully eating her out
>one night ill "accidentally" be too rough and get caught
>start crying and apologizing
>Say that I dont understand these feelings and that I'm scared.
>of cource AJ will forgive me
>convince her to teach me about "birds and bees"
>ask her to show me how to masturbate properly by watching her
>convince her to give me a hoofjob as a way of demonstrating
>ask if i can practice on her to see if im doing it right
>eventually she'll relent and let me give her a hoofjob
>continue molesting her while she sleeps
>look super depressed and tear up while apologising if she catches me
>one night convince her to let me finish eating her out till she orgasms.
>her mind will be swimming with pleasure and she'll let it happen. "Just this once"
>After ages of begging; one night i finally convince her to eat me out.
>have the bestest incestest orgasm of my life.


!highlight![Stupid Rainbow Dash]
Thread&Post number: 23257382/#q23257382
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>You will never fuck Rainbow Dash as she moans in Greg's voice

>"Why are you getting undressed? Are you changing into your pajamas?"
>"It's okay, I can cover my eyes while you do that. What's that? You want me to look? Um, if you say so, but this is making me feel a little bit uncomfortable."
>"Woah there. It looks like you got a horn in those underpants of yours. I didn't know humans had horns down there. Well, you wear clothes all the time, so I guess it makes sense that no one else knew that. But then again, one could argue that the shape would still be apparent, so maybe you just have really sturdy pants..."
>"You're gonna take that off? Um, okay. Nudity isn't taboo here, so make yourself comfortable in your own home."
>"..."
>"..."
>"That's a penis."

>"Hey, Anon. What is this stuff?"
>"Come where, Anon? Oh, Cum? You want me to lick it off your horn? I mean I could always just use a napkin that I got from one of the fast food places. I can't afford to buy paper towels, so I get napkins.
>"I could grab a bunch more from the restaurant, but then people stare at me so I'll end up only grabbing a few, and...
>"You can only clean this up with a tongue? How are you goanna reach your head all the way to your horn? I mean it’s not like you’re cat. Are you?
>” Well I guess I can help you then. If there is no other way. Oh, and you want me to swallow it too?”
>”Oh it’s good for me? Well if you say so.”
>It tastes weird; sour. Not sour like a lemon but a sweet sort of sour. It tastes like those Sour patch kids except I'm licking it off your lower horn, and I don't feel bad cause I'm not biting a gummy kid in half."
>"Is there any more of that stuff, Anon. That cum? I mean it tastes funny at first, but now that I had it I want more."

>”What’s wrong with your horn? Is it sick? It was all hard, and now it looks like a slinky, except it’s not made of metal or multicolored, and it’s not going down any stairs.”
>”Do you want me to read to you? Maybe that will make your feel better. I still have Twilights Daring Do books I could read to you. I keep forgetting to give them back to her.”
>”Wait so if I turn around it will get better right? Oh, you want me to shake my butt for you? Like this?
>”I don’t have any records to shake my butt to, because I had to sell them to afford more ramen noodles. There’s so many flavors, that I sometimes just stand in the store for a while just deciding which one to buy.”
>”Is it working? I’m not really a very good dancer, Anon. I mean my dad told that I was, but he also said a lot of other things to me too. Like how I wouldn’t amount to anything, and to shake my butt, and he would ask where the beer is”
>” You kinda remind me of him, except you’re not a Pegasus, and you’re green, and you’re nice…”
>"Hey, Anon, I think your horn it getting all better now! Does that mean you'll cum again."
>"There's more. Okay as long as I get to taste that cum again."

> You invite the pony onto your lap, and she sits on your knee.
>You grab your arms around her flank, and set her onto your lower horn
>”Ahh! This feels weird Anon, like my insides feel like in my fireplace, well when I have wood to light it anyway. I forgot to get some for tonight. ”
>You were going to give her some wood alright.
> You rock her up and down you shaft, while staring into those beautiful black eyes of hers.
> Up, and down. Up and down inside her juicy, moist, horse pussy. Her rainbow hair shakes with each thrust.
> You pull her close and smell her hair, and it smells like.
>”Do-do you like? It’s fruit punch scented. I got it at the bit store”
“I love it”
>You follow your nose and inhale that wonderful scent of her hair again.

>The scent was driving you mad. You pulled her off of you
> She looks at you confused.
>”Why are we stopping, did you cum yet? I mean did I do something wro-”
>You cut her off as you lay her down on the bed.
>”Why are you laying me down, Anon ? I’m not sleepy yet. I couldn’t go to sleep if I wanted; which I don’t. I mean I already had three naps today-“
> You place yourself on top of her, and grab the back of her head with your right hand, and place your mouth against her blue muzzle.
>”Anon, I-“
>Both your tongues mesh, her eyes widen but then mellow out as she follows your lead as your tongues waltz together
>You place your horn inside her, and she moans into your mouth, and wraps her fore hoofs around your torso
>Her horse pussy contracts in time with each of your thrusts.

Her horse pussy contracts in time with each of your thrusts.
>It’s like a rigorous massage on your dick, with each thrust bolts of ecstasy shot up your spine
> “Ah, Anon. I fe-el so dizzy, but not sick dizzy. Please do-n’t stop. “
>
> Your begin to pick up the tempo, as your dick continuously slam against her booty
>Her hoofs are literally buried into your shoulder blades at this point.
>You feel yourself about to cum.
>” C-c-um, in my mouth, Anon. I want to swallow all of y-your cum.”
> You pull out of her and get onto your knees.
> You can’t hold it in any longer.


!highlight![Candy Mane]
Thread&Post number: 16324134/#q16326410
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>23 years old
>Blank flank. Always have been. Figure always will be.
>Working shitty retail job.
>Annual Sisterhooves Social rolls around again. Don't have a sister, don't care.
>See this sad little unicorn filly no friends, no sister, watching the other kids longingly.
>On a whim, sign up and race with her. First place. Filly is elated.
>Start spending more time with little filly.
>Always show her this little trick where you pull a piece of candy out of your "candy mane".
>Meet her family. Single mom, barely making ends meet.
>Help little filly with her homework every day after school.

>One day, knock on her door and there's no answer.
>Find her mom at the hospital. There's been an accident.
>Filly's condition isn't good.
>Skip work to spend the day at the hospital with her.
>Show her that little trick with the piece of candy. She laughs, closes her eyes.
>She's gone.

>Next day, stop by the schoolhouse.
>Put a flier up on the door. "Need a friend or big sister? See Candy Mane".
>See a little sparkle of magic coming from your flank.
>Don't even care. You already figured it out.


!highlight![Snowdrop and Anon]
Thread&Post number: 27509616/#27538023
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>Be anon
>You've just snuck into Snowdrops house and rearranged her furniture.
>It's the third time this week, in fact.
>Bitch started installing alarms, but no bell on a poorly-tied string is going to stop a man who can see where he's going.
>Speaking of the devil, you can hear the sound of hoofsteps coming from upstairs.
>And a one, and a two, and a-
"CELESTIA FUCKING DAMMIT, ANON!"
>-comes directly after the sound of a nasty, muffled tumble.
"I KNOW YOU'RE STILL HERE! I'M CALLING THE COPS!"
>"Good luck with that," you whisper, sitting snugly in her favourite chair.
>A few more taps emanate from the next floor, before she speaks again.
"Now where did he... still in the same place? Huh..."
>Did she see through that trap so easily?
>A loud thump is heard against the opposite wall.
"EW! DID YOU SERIOUSLY REPLACE MY PHONE WITH A DICK!?"
>You snicker. Apparently not.
>A few more thumps and you can hear her coming down the stairs, walking with a rather odd cadence.
"IF THE COPS CAN'T HELP ME, THEN I'LL JUST HELP MYSELF!"
>You see her descend round the corner in front of you with a baseball bat, charging forward with reckless abandon.
>Rookie mistake.
>As she hits the base of the stairs she trips over her own alarm tripwire, flopping face-first into the carpet, and sending her bat flying.
>She screams in frustration, and you cover your mouth to smother your schadenfreude.

Just another morning at Snowdrop's.


!highlight![Trixie]
Thread&Post number: 27340849/#q27343547
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>You are a happily married man, walking home late after work.
>Being lost in your own thoughts, you don't see the girl approach you and are startled when she speaks.
"Behold! It is I - the Grrrrrrrrreat and powerful - Trrrrrrrrixie!"
"My God, girl - you scared the life out of me!"
>She wrinkles her nose.
"Prepare! Prepare to witness acts of sexual deviancy BEYOND your imagination!"
"What?"
"Gasp in awe, as Trixie goes to town upon your penis and uses her magical tongue across thy glans as you have never seen before!"
"Are you - what are you, a prostitute?"
>Her face darkens.
"How dare you, oaf! Trixie is so much more than a common streetwalker! With one spread of her legs, she can make your erection magically disappear into her succulent and snug vagina!"
>She finally shuts up for a second, giving you time to think. Things haven't been going so well at home, and now you've taken a proper look at her, you realise this girl is beautiful. This is a chance that may never come again.
"Alright."
"Excellent! However, I must warn you that Trixie is no fool and requires payment in advance!"
"If I do that, you'll probably just - "
"Peanut butter crackers!!"
"What?"
"The payment required is peanut butter crackers. They can be used in Trixie's act, as well as for supper. There is a vending machine yonder! Purchase them, and prepare to have sex beyond your mortal imagination!"
>You are now convinced this is a prank, maybe being filmed. If your wife found out...
>You take to your heels, covering your face with your collar and disappear out of sight.
>Trixie frowns and sits disconsolately upon the sidewalk.
"Oh, Beans! Maybe Trixie's price is too high."
>She cheers up a bit at a new thought.
"The next gentleman who comes along, shall be dazzled by Trixie's skill at handjobbery for the price of a mere cup of coffee!"
>She awaits her adoring public.


!highlight![CMC and shitpost]
Thread&Post number: 25318715/#25320828
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>"Cutie Mark Crusaders, get out of my wayyyy..."
>"Those faggots need to know they're wrong, and they'll hear it from me..."

>"Stop! Anonymous, this is not the way
We know you're better than this dumb faggotry!"

>"You don't even know me at all!"
>"Don't understand the meaning of 'shitpost'"
>"What would /mlp/ think if I ever liked anything?"
>"I'm an anon, that means you always bait"
>"No matter what be the show or the game I hate"
>"Whoever I have to call a fag in the end!"

>"STOP! This won't help your fandom!"
>"WAIT! And it's not too late!"
>LISTEN! You can enjoy this board, discuss the things you love, not just the things you hate!"
>"We know you're still angry with Season 3,"
>"And you didn't like the marks for the CMC,"
>"But there's a better way, there's a better wayyyyy-ay-ayy!"
>"There's so much more others can enjoy about the show!"
>"Let them have that joy again;"
>"Even if it left you long ago."
>"You can stop right now..."
>"And post a better thread!"
>"Maybe this board won't be so dead,
>"If you believe...if you believe there's a light ahead!"


!highlight![writefag bait.]
Thread&Post number: 26700920/#q26701237
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>You are Anon
>Let's make you 6'2''
>Tall, but not TOO tall
>We don't want you feeling like a freak
>Obviously you need to be in shape, but not like Lou Ferrigno, or something
>That would be too obvious of a Mary Sue
>Your story starts out with a pony who has a problem, and only YOU can solve it
>That's why you're the main character
>Forget all those other stories; this one's different
>How?
>Well duh, I've got a new fetish up my sleeve
>Now back to the story
>You're loved by everyone
>Except that one character
>That character is a faggot
>Like, an unbelievable faggot
>As in, it is literally impossible for someone to be this much of a douche in real life
>You definitely need someone to not like you
>It's killing two birds with one stone
>First, you need someone to actively work against you, to create some tension
>But don't worry, it's not like you actually have to struggle or anything
>You'll take care of this no problem
>Second, it's to cover up the fact that I can't manage to give an ounce of personality to your character
>Now, all you need is a love interest
>Who else except the pony that needs your help?
>She's going to fall for you once she sees how great you are
>But she already sees that
>How else was I supposed to write her?
>Bam
>Action
>Half-assed dialogue based on anime archetypes
>OOC ponies
>You're totally going to be the hero
>OH SHIT
>YOU AND YOUR LOVE INTEREST ARE ALONE FOR AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME AND IT'S NEAR THE END OF THE STORY
>Better remind you of all that spaghetti you're about to drop
>Just kidding, everything goes great
>She realizes that she loves you more than anyone and anything else
>You, Anonymous, the hero who defeated that unbelievable faggot and helped your pony waifu with her problems that only you could solve
>Because of all that amazing sex that you're totally good at
>And by the way, she's totally into that obscure fetish this is based around
>And also, your dick is HUGE
>Happy ending


!highlight![churros,Diamond Tiara]
Thread&Post number: 16365194/#q16365286
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Prompt:
Diamond Tiara has been at it again. Last time she stripped Apple Bloom to her undies, now Sweetie Belle is stuck in stocks with her knickers down.
Do you help or take advantage of her?

stuff her pockets with churros
>>16365227
"Shhh, the churros are to give you courage, to help you through this ordeal."
And then keep stuffing churros into her pockets, the grease forever staining the fabric.

"a-anon please..."
>Her tearful pleas for help fall upon deaf ears as you continue to stuff dozens of sugary fried churros into her clothing
>You know in your heart you are doing the right thing

"just help me out of this...I know you want to help me... please..."
>Her pockets are overflowing with churros now
>You start to place them under her headband
>She starts to sob
>She doesn't know that she will need the power of the churros if she is to survive this ordeal

>Her cries for help continue unanswered
>a large puddle of tears mixed with the sugar begins to form on the ground at her feet
"Why... why isn't it working..."
>For a brief moment you begin to question your faith in the almighty churro
>Just then Sweetie Belle slips and falls into the puddle, unable to rise thanks to the paddock
>Seeing your friend suffer is too much to bear
>Grasping handfuls of churros out of your trenchcoat you kneel onto the ground next to the fallen Sweetie Belle and begin to stuff churros into every orifice of her body

>kneeling down in the mixture of tears and sugar, you grasp your last bundle of churros out of your pocket
>With your free hand you raise Sweetie Belle's legs up by her loose panties
"Anon! Wha- what are you doing to me?..."
>Your eyes glance up her skirt, falling upon her tight virgin slit
>You know what must be done
>Your heart begins to pound as you raise your holdout bundle of Churros high
>You feel as if you hold the mighty Mexcalibur within your grasp as your eyes focus upon Sweetie Belle's womanhood
>You let out a heroic pterodactyl screech as your churros come crashing down upon Sweetie Belle's womanhood, instantly penetrating her as she lets out a shrill scream that fills the hallways

>As Sweetie's screams echo throughout the school, the nearby classroom doors fling open
>Large crowds of confused and disgusted students crowd around and gawk at your heroic attempts to liberate your beloved friend
>You pound away ferociously at Sweetie's vagina with your Churros
>Mexcalibur is now stained red with the blood of Sweetie Belle's shattered virginity
>Sweetie screams at the very top of her lungs, her classmates too horrified to step in and act
>She begins to thrash violently back and forth along the ground, her clothes becoming stained by a mixture of sugar, precum, and blood
>You feel that the moment of truth is at hand
>With one last mighty thrust with Mexcalibur, anon brings Sweetie Belle to her first orgasm
>With that final prostration, Sweetie Belle thrashed backwards and smashed the paddock that the bandito Diamond Tiara had used to enslave and humiliate her
>You rise up victorious, having saved your beloved Sweetie Belle from a shameful and humiliating experience
>However, you know that your work remains unfinished
>Scanning through the crowd, your gaze falls upon a mortified Diamond Tiara

>Gripping the blood and cums-stained Mexcalibur tightly, you mercilessly stare down a fear-stricken Diamond Tiara
>You reach down into your trenchcoat and take out your father's mask, realizing that you would need to Don the persona of a True Luchador to enact justice
>the crowd of students clears way for you, leaving Diamond Tiara standing there weakly before you like a deer caught in the headlights
>There will be no mercy for her, not after what she has done to Senorita Sweetie
>With a great leap you take to the air, hurtling towards a screaming Diamond Tiara
>With all the pride of a true Luchador, anon shouts "RULES OF NATURE!" and slams the blood and cum soaked Mexcalibur into Diamond Tiara's mouth, piercing her skull
>She staggers back in abject agony and disgust, leaving her wide open for you
>Lifting her up high, you slam her into the ground with a Dragon Suplex and scatter what remained of her head along throughout the hallway and onto the nearby students and school faculty
>Your work finally completed, you sheathe Mexcalibur and walk towards an unconscious Sweetie Belle
>You clothe her in your tattered trenchcoat, lift her up into your arms, and walk off with her into the sunset
THE END


!highlight![Rarity]
Thread&Post number: 16214796/#q16214796
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Prompt:
>be Rarity
>after a long day of making dresses, you decided to go to the spa for some relaxation
>you are soaking in the hot tub, when suddenly you realize you need to pee badly
>for a moment, you are annoyed at the thought of having to get up and go to the bathroom as you were so comfortable soaking in the warm water
>then a dirty thought strikes you
>looking around, you see noone else in the room
>you feel a small pang of guilt as you close your eyes and relax, letting out a veritable torrent of piss into the hot tub water
>it passes quickly as the pleasure of emptying your bladder overtakes you, and you let out a sigh of relief
>suddenly, you hear a voice coming from your side
>"Heya, Rarity!"
>almost panicking, you open your eyes
>it's Spike sitting next to you
>how long was he there?
>you realize you can't stop peeing
>a powerful yellow jet is still shooting out from between your hind legs, forming a very visible yellow cloud in the water
Wat do?

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>Spikes eyes dart down
>Then back up at yours
>You can only cross your beautiful white legs, the cloud of urine gently hanging against the pristine backdrop
>His mouth remains still
>Your breath is held
>Tense silence reigns
>Then Spike cracks a smile and laughs
>"Haha Rare, l thought you were classier than that?"
>It's a playful chide
>He doesn't even care
>After twenty minutes of conversation you discover Twilight regularly shits the tub and leaves it for him and Spike thinks it's adorable and feminine that you 'just pee'
>Thank Celestia Twi is such an autist
>>16215178
>Twilight regularly poops in the tub
>Her mom let her because she was 'gifted'
>Spike cleaned it because he didn't know any better to call out that shit as weird
>He really respects the spa sisters because he thinks all the bathtubs are luxury toilets

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>"Toot toot"
"Haha more like poot poot"
>"Watch out Twi, your tugbutt's gonna hit the turdtanic"
"Uh oh, looks like we've got a sinker"

>Spike regales you with fanciful descriptions of his bath time fun with Twilight.
>He's really into it, apparently.
>A dirty thought enters your mind. You entertain the idea
Spike, how would you like a new bath toy?
>Spike looks at you with a smile and a blush
Do you really mean it Rarity? It would be the best present ever!
>That settles it then, Rarity is the element of generosity, after all

>You turn around and present Spike your perfectly round marshmallow donut
Get ready Spike, the virgin launch of the Lady Loaf is beginning.
>to your surprise, Spike actually sighs a little
What's wrong, deary?
>Spike tells you that "he appreciates it and all, but he already has so many boats
No problem, little Spikey Wikey!
>You crouch your little filly fanny under the water, and tell Spike that
The Lady Loaf isn't a boat, deary; she's a submarine!

>Spike's eyes light up
Wow, Ms. Rarity! I've never seen a submarine launch before!
>You tighten your abdominal muscles and start to squeeze out the Lady Loaf, Equestria's only sub made completely from recycled parts
Wow...she's beautiful...
>Spike reaches for her before she's even fully launched
Now Spike, be patient; beauty like this takes some time!
>You continue to squeeze and Lady Loaf continues it's launch. She's an enormous sub; I bet she could hold hundreds of soldiers
>You realize that you are having as much fun pretending as Spike
>Finally, with one last push, the Lady Loaf is launched! She's the perfect sub; she's buoyant enough to be thrown around under the water without dropping like a stone, but heavy enough to not be just another floater
>Spike is already making sputtering noises with his mouth and happily playing with yesterday's dinner
>There's only one problem; you're not quite finished

>Spike...did you know that the Lady Loaf was launched from an underwater magic middle silo?
Gosh Rarity, no. I thought it launched from your butt.
>No wonder Spike and Twilight get along so well.
>Look Spike, I'll prove it!
>you daintily spread your cheeks apart and barely lift your hind quarters out of the water.
>The only thing exposed over the water is your magic marshmellow missile launcher
>Having taken a deep breath, you stay underwater to hold your position. The thought of Spike watching you has your marehood winking like crazy, enough that there must have been some sort of noticeable disturbance under the water's surface.
>You push just enough to get the magic missile primed, and then, just as it has somewhat settled at the edges of the silo doors, you push as hard as you can, launching a missile right in Spike's general direction.
>This is followed by some liquid fuel that must have been thanks to that wonderfully rich apple tart you had this morning

>You raise back out of the water to see Spike's reaction...and erection...
>Why Spike, did my missile launch really get you that excited?
>Spike is practically red with embarrassment, you can't wait to hear his excuse
Rarity...my...my thing hurts.
>You're taken aback and somewhat ashamed by Spike's innocent reaction
>You're also one incredibly horny horse
>Oh Spikey, that's quite an impressive submarine launch of your own.
>Spike looks confused but he starts to return back to his purple self
Re-really?
>But certainly. In fact, I think it would be a grand idea if that submarine decided to come into port to give its seamen some well deserved shore leave.

>Spike doesn't completely catch your meaning
You mean...you want my...submarine to dock...in...your butt?
>Yes dear, my port. Go right on ahead! I'd be honored to have such a great looking submarine consider my port for shore leave
Oh...okay.
>Spike slowly approaches your quivering port, freshly freed of its past submarines and missiles.
>He guides his submarine into your port with the kind of experience you expected from his years of tub-navy experience.
>And he just stands there
>doing nothing
This is neat.
>It sure is darling.
>You're starting to feel ashamed again
I wonder what the seamen are doing for shore leave...
>...but not too ashamed
>Why, they haven't even gotten off the submarine, dear. You're going to have to shake them out.
What do you mean?
>Here...I'll show you.

>You start to rock your hips
>Spike doesn't say anything, he just starts making the cutest little noises
>Isn't my port luxurious? It has everything the homesick sailor could ever want.
Uh-huh...
>You don't think Spike's seamen will stay cooped up on that sub for much longer
unf...Rarity?
>Yes dear?
unf...I feel...unf...funny...
>That's just your seamen trying to get out. Go ahead and let them
unf...aaahhhHHHHAAAA
>Spike shoots his little soldiers into your dark port. With all the excitement from your previous pretending, you find yourself pushed over the edge.
>Oh Spikey Wikey!
Rarity!
>Your marehood starts clenching down on nothing, while your ponut clenches down on his thing. The hot tub (and Spike's face) is filled with your mare juices.
>That was some game of submarines, huh Spike?
It sure was! I can't wait to play this with Twilight!
>Oh dear...
WHAT IS IT SPIKE? I HEARD YOU CALL MY NA...
>Twilight blinks into existence outside the tub. She sees your submarine, and your magic missile sitting outside the tub.
>Either Spike put it there after its launch or you got a lot more distance than you thought. You'd be kind of proud if you weren't ready to kill yourself right now.

>Twilight I can explain!
...
>I...I mean, we...were just...
Playing the best tub game ever! You should have seen it Twilight! Rarity shot a magic missile clear out of the tub! It was amazing!
>So he didn't out it there...alright!
Is this true Rarity?
>...yes?
...show me.

THE END


!highlight![my little anon:molesting is magic]
Thread&Post number: 27422721/#27425235
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>"Hold on, it's focusing... Okay go."
>"What's up my faithful followers? Welcome back to my channel. So, right now I'm hanging out with my totally awesome, very special new friend, Anon. Say 'What's up?', Anon."
"...Hi."
>"Anon here is like, the coolest kid you'll ever meet. He's- How old are you? Look at the camera little dude."
"N-nine."
>"Wow! Nine years old. Now Anon comes from a place that's a long ways away. And he tells me that where he comes from boys aren't supposed to like ponies. But see, Anon really, REALLY likes ponies. And that makes him just so awesome. He also tells me he really likes candy. Who doesn't love candy, right? So after dinner we're gonna give him some really sweet treats to try."
>Applejack joins in
>"So Anon... Do ya like apple cider?"
>Applejack smiled serenely as the waitress took her order. She knew her connections with royalty meant that she did not need to maintain the facade, but the thrill in flaunting their prize to the powerless public was just too delicious.
>"Wah dontcha be a good colt an' scoot along over here..." she says as she gestures with a hoof.
"I dont like this miss Dash, when you said you were going to take me to Manehattan, I though you were just going to take me to the park."
>Applejack ignores the miniature human's protests as she idly strokes his head. She knew that her partner in crime could barely contain herself given that silly grin, but she was different, she knew by experience that delaying her pleasure for as long as possible made it all the better.
>"Wussat shoogger cube? Ya wanna sleep over with yer big sisters Apple and Rainbow?"
"But m-mom said I shouldn't sleep with..."
>"Now now Anon, there's nothing wrong with sleeping with your sisters." She gives rainbow dash the briefest of winks before continuing "I can guarantee that its ok, its an apple familiy tradition after all"
"I-I want to go home..."
>"Stop being such a killjoy Anon" The cyan pegasus interrupts "we just got here! Now why dont you have a little more of this soda? This is going to be a long day little guy, and you're going to need all the help you can get to stay hydrated"

>Rainbow took one last sip of the ice cream soda as she eyed strange little colt who was now helplessly sandwiched between the two most athletic mares in Ponyville. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as she ever so gently pressed even closer against the colt.
>"Here you go little guy" she said as she tilted the straw towards Anon's direction with her muzzle. "I'm sure you'll feel better after having a little drink."
>"I..." Anon attempted to protest as he tried to squirm against the increasingly narrow space between his two 'sisters'. "I guess I am a little thirsty..." He squeaked as the fight drained out of him.
>Rainbow glanced at Applejack who still maintained her nonchalant smile. She knew this was a cooperative effort between the two of them, but she still felt a sharp jolt of exhilaration as she watched Applejack's smile broaden just the tiniest bit as she watched Anon try to slurp from the thoroughly chewed up straw.
>"How is it buddy?" she said as she eyed the trail of saliva between Anon's lips and the straw.
"Its okay I guess" he said after swallowing a mouthful of her beverage. "but are Manehattan shakes really this gooey?"
>"It seemed fine to me. Why doncha quit hogging it for a sec and let me have a taste." she replied before pressing her muzzle against Anon's face as she took a sip from the straw. She made sure her lips made the slightest contact with Anon's as she felt AJ watching them, She knew the farmpony disagreed with her impulsive ways but dangit she was pretty sure AJ was regretting being patient right now.


!highlight![Thanks M.A Larson]
Thread&Post number: 25927460/#q25932941
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>I was only 19 years old
>I loved M.A Larson so much, I owned all his books and epsiodes
>I pray to Larson every night, thanking him for the life I have been given
>"Thanks M.A Larson"
>My horsefucker friend hears me and calls me a shill
>He is obviously jealous of my devotion to Larson
>I called him a cunt
>He slaps me and sends me to my room
>I am crying now, because my face hurts
>I go into my bed and it is very cold
>I feel a warmth moving towards me
>I fell something touch me
>It's Larson
>I am so happy
>He whispers into my ear, "Are you ready to become a princess?"
>He grabs me with his powerful hariy hands and turns me over
>I'm ready
>He starts to insert wings into my back
>It hurts so much, but I do it for Larson
>I can feel my back tearing as my eyes start to water
>I want to please Larson
>He roars a mighty roar as signs his name to finnish the process
>My friend walks in
>Larson looks him deep in the eyes and says, "Buy my book"
>Larson leaves through my window

Thanks M.A Larson


!highlight![No smoking weed!Pinkie!]
Thread&Post number: 2105466/#q2105466
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It was a great day at Sweet Apple Acres. Apple Bloom had finally earned her cutie mark as a jelly entrepreneur. Meanwhile, Applejack ate endless buckets of apples.

Apple Bloom came by and saw Apple Jack. "Hey AJ, wanna try this apple jelly?"
"Darn tootin!"

Applejack opened the jelly, but spilled it all over her legs, stumbled backwards, and fell into a well. Apple Bloom yelled down, "You alright?"

Apple Jack faintly said, "I don't think so.. go get Big Macintosh.."
"oh god oh man oh geez oh man oh god oh man"

She got Big Mac and they threw down a rope. AJ latched on with her teeth while they slowly pulled her up. When she plopped out, they wretched back in horror.

Apple Bloom shrieked, "AJ, your leg is BACKWARDS!"


Applejack looked at her leg. "Bow howdy, that there darn sure is a hoot-nanny broken leg if I ever seen one 'til the cows came home! We best get goin' down to them doctors lickety split or the yee-haw's gon' be red hot like a jack rabbit on a hot greasy griddle in the middle of Aughust.."

Big Mac carried Applejack down to Nurse Redheart's hospital as she babbled more incoherently strung together southern-themed sentences. As they walked in, the crowd stared at Applejack's backwards leg.

They were shown to a doctor's room. The doctor pony walked in. "Hello AppleJack, I see you have broken leg syndrome."

"Boy howdy, I plum-tuckin betcha I do! Soup's on! Why I bet that leg couldn't be more backwards if you tied a hog-monkey to its hind quarters, yee-howdy!"

The doctor approached Applejack's leg, but fell backwards after coming within two feet of it. "Willy my fiddle-sticks, y'all a silly pony fallin' on the ground like that, back in my day they wore belts on their hush puppies!"

The doctor futilely tried again and again to get near Applejack's broken leg. It had grown swollen and red.

"Gosh darn leg's gonna make me go madder than a hot greasy griddle riding a jack rabbit in the middle of Aughust with a Texas showdown-style greasy Texan hamburger that's why they call it southern comfort ya know that good ol' southern hospitality god damn Mexicans get out of my barn."

The doctor turned towards Big Mac. "I'm afraid we can't help her. You'll have to put her down."

Big Mac stomped and yelled, "What!? Why?"

The doctor said, "She's eaten too many apples. It would take years before we could even get another foot closer. An apple a day does keep the doctor away, after all. There's a gun shop around the corner."

Applejack didn't hear them over the sound of her own rambling, which grew louder every minute. "..AND DON'T LET ME CATCH Y'ALL SPYIN' ON MY APPLES AGAIN OR APPLES AND APPLES WILL GET A APPLES HELP APPLEJACK AND A APPLES TREE THE APPLES Y'ALL GOLLY-WARMENTS GET OFF MY FARM SWEET HOME ALABAMA"

Big Mac dejectedly dragged Applejack back to Sweet Apple Acres. He couldn't bare to make the rest of the family witness this. He simply found his 8-guage and placed it behind Applejack's head.

"..APPLES APPLES GOD I LOVE APPLES DEAR PRINCESS CELESTIA FUCK YOU WITH AN APPLE FOR THAT GAY MARRIAGE FIASCO CELESTIA IS A ZIONIST CONSPIRACY TRYIN TO TAKE MY BABBY AH'M NOT GON LET THE GOVMENT TAKE MY GUNS NOSIREE DON'T MAKE ME SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY APPLES GET BACK ON YOUR SIDE OF THE MASON-DIXIE LINE WHERE THE APPLES GROW GREENER THAN A HOT GREASY JACK RABBIT ON THE MIDDLE OF AN AUGHUST IN HOT GREASY GRIDDLE AND RAINBOW DASH STOLE MY APPLES AGAIN AND-"

It was done.

.. Pinkie then said, "And that's how Equestria was made!"

All the ponies stared at her. They'd had enough of her shit. One pony tied her up. Another put her on a pole. They proceeded to bring her to Town Square and have a good old-fashioned town bonfire stoning.

Dear princess Celestia, today I learned not to smoke weed because it gets you stoned. Your Faithful Student, Applejack.


!highlight![sexually abused Applejack]
Thread&Post number: 12612417/#q12612417
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prompt:
Applejack is kidnapped by bandits who raid Sweet Apple Acres. Her friends rescue her, but they think the bandits may have sexually abused her. She refuses to talk about what happened and has become skittish and unpredictable, snapping or storming off to cry alone.

How do they help her?
------

Pinkie takes it upon herself to throw an "It's OK if you got Raped" party

>She throws it in AJ's barn
>Everyone goes and cheers happily when AJ comes in to see whats happening
>They have cake, cider, balloons, streamers and party hats
>They play games like '3 Glass Roofie", "Guess Who's The Rapist?" and practice yelling "Fire" instead of help
>As the party ends, everyone leaves but Pinkie Pie
>Before AJ can snap out of her state of shock and rip Pinkie a new one, Pinkie gives her a strap on and turns around
>Tell's AJ her final gift is she can feel empowered again
>The next day, AJ is bucking apples again


!highlight![Your finger smells like shit]
Thread&Post number: 37270616/#q37270616
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prompt:
>Anon your finger smells like shit. Did you even wipe?
>Please get it out of my face.

-
>anon just put his finger deep in Twilight's anus while she was sleeping
>she didn't notice it happening
>when she wakes up she notices a strange smell surrounding him
>anon boops her
>Goodness anon this is the most horrid thing I've ever smelled. I thought you had proper hygiene!
>you tell her it came from her asshole
>shes not sure whether she should be disgusted by your depraved act or the fact that her ponut reeks of death

---

>Break into Twilight's house whenever she's asleep
>Always shove your finger into her asshole
>Feels like a greasy water wiggler, gross.
>Leave it to marinade in there for a few hours, and then shhhhllllorp it out again
>Proceed to wipe your dirty finger over every surface in her room
>Her pillows, her curtains, her books
>Put your finger up one nostril at a time so she will wake up smelling her own plothole
>Leave without a sound
>Mission success


!highlight![plush doll...]
>wake up, notice it's still dark out - first instinct is to doze back to sleep
>curiously check my phone to see how late it still it -- wait. It's fucking 10AM?
>IT'S WEDNESDAY?
>abruptly start up a little into an anxious, blindsided panic
>bump into something - someone? - laying on the other side of the bed behind me
>turn around, and anxiety is instantly replaced with delighted surprise (and serious confusion) to see Nightmare Moon in her pajamas, peering out from underneath the sheets, now nudging me with her hoof to lay back down
>sink back into bed, feeling battered into a utter sense of unreality but completely ready to embrace the amorous feeling of butterflies welling up within me
>eagerly snuggle up with her, affectionately stroking her misty, ethereal mane with my fingers
>kiss the length of her long neck and all over her face, imparting to her in flowery details just how much I fucking adore her, how much I love her and all that
>finally, she responds... "Anon... "I lo-"
>alarm goes off
>it's 6:45 AM, and that hideous ball of gas is lighting up the sky from over the horizon
>and Nightmare Moon is only the cute, but sadly unsentient plush doll I've been sleeping with
>mfw
...


!highlight![Coco the anal mare]

>Coco Pommel shows up on Anon's porch holding a rose and hoof-written poem in her trembling grasp.
>Her knocking on the front door carries enough trepidation to be confused with Fluttershy.
>Anon opens his door slowly, his annoyed frown morphing into a sinister grin as he registers his porch's occupant.
>He cuts right through Coco's stuttered greeting with heavy bouts of sadistic laughter, doubled over and slapping his knee.
>No need to confess, he lets her know, he's already well familiar with why she came.
>Utterly flummoxed and cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, Coco tries again to assert her true reason for coming, her undying affection for the man in front of her.
>This admission of passion is drowned out in a scream of laughter from her intended, and he yoinks her rose and poem and rips them to shreds in front of Coco's unbelieving eyes.
>Anon's voice raspy from mirth, he wipes away a tear with his thumb and addresses the shaking pony in front of him.
>"Look Coco, it's just not going to happen, like ever. I'm not gay."
>Coco freezes in a mixture of shock, fear, and humiliation.
>"Call me crazy, but why would I -EVER- go for a stinky poop-hole when there's a hot, wet slit right next to it that is -MADE- for my dick? You know who else has assholes Coco? Men. That's gay."
>Coco can only manage a squeak before Anon pulls out one of those big twenty-four count carton of eggs and just starts whipping them at her.
>"ANAL HORSE! ANAL HORSE! THIS PERVERT PONY WANTS ANAL!"
>The crack of an egg across Coco's snout shakes her from her stupor, tears welling in her eyes from the sting of the egg and the baseless accusations.
>She gallops away whimpering as eggs explode on and around her, her mind racing to provide any sort of explanation while Anon's hoots and hollers echo from behind her.
>...


!highlight![Glimmerrape]
picture ralated :
https://desu-usergeneratedcontent.xyz/mlp/image/1622/98/1622983621008.png


>"Oh hello Anon! Sorry for interrupting your nap in the sofa."
>"Uhh? how i am here in your house in the middle of the night ? Well I teleported of course. No one has to know that I'm here."
>"So... you don't mind if I sit here for a moment ,do you? Your lap is really comfortable."

>”Sure”
>You reach for the remote and turn on your Magic TV to watch the pony news
>Starlight’s eyes narrow as she grins to herself
>’Heh, it’s only a matter of time before he’s beguiled by my marely charms! I’ll give him ten minutes before he’s ACHING to give it to me!’
>Three hours pass
>Starlight keeps fidgeting in your lap looking to the side as you watch the TV.
>It’s a travel program about some pony who complains a lot going ‘round the world.
“Hey Glimmy, is it just me or is this guy’s head really round? It’s like a tangerine or something.”
>She snaps out of her trance with a “huh” before brushing it off.
>’Damn it, Anon! Do something! Pick me up and just… I don’t know!’
>Starlight groans in frustration as she keeps moving around in your lap.
>It’s getting annoying as you hear a light squelch.
>Wait, what was that?
>Grabbing Starlight by her sides, you pick her up as she gasps, letting out a quiet squee.
“Agh, you dumbass! You pissed on my lap! Why didn’t you go to the bathroom during the commercial?”
>Looking back, Starlight gives you a confused glare as she aims her attention down towards your wet pants.
>”A-Anon that’s not-“
>Before she can finish, you hold her under one arm as you open a window.
“Bad pony!”
>”Hey!”
>You throw Starlight out through the window as she flails around like a cat.
>Slamming the window shut, you dust your hands off and head to the bathroom to clean yourself off.
>Ponies, man.


!highlight![wife for forever]

~Sunset Shimmer
>The only six words that you should tell a stallion to bring him to tears
>"You'll be such a great dad."

>She knows you never had the best childhood
>You didn't have ptsd or anything
>Your folks weren't bad people, it was just they probably shouldn't have been parents
>You were fed, clothed, and got toys and the like for holidays and your birthday, but something always felt slightly wrong
>There was something missing
>A warmth
>Your mom and dad loved you, but it wasn't full, heartfelt love
>You were more like a pet they hadn't wanted at first and learned to love than someone who they had wanted from the start
>It had made you... funny
>Sorta like there was a screw or two loose in your head
>For years you were terrified just what sort of dad you'd be
>You never wanted a child to feel like they were a burden
>What if you felt that though when you held them in your arms?
>Grow distant, uncaring
>Stay in your garage doing shit instead of focusing on them
>You'd lost sleep thinking about that
>If you had kids, you wanted so much better for them
>So much
>They were your kid
>You made them
>You'd mold them; hopefully into good people
>But could you do it?
>Make them a good person, you mean?
>Someone to be proud of?
>Just one little thing done wrong could fuck a kid right up
>But then your horsewife looked up at you, smiling as you unloaded into her, and whispered those words in your ear
>You'll make a great dad
>Not an okay one
>Not a good one
>A GREAT dad
>Even in mid-orgasm, you could tell she meant it
>She thought you'd be a good father
>Completely and totally
>Just the thought brought you to tears
>Meaning your stuffed, possible pregnant horsewife had to comfort a sweaty, sobbing man while still on her back
>You knew she'd do a good job at it, and you both would be laughing it off in a few minutes
>Even if you're a shit dad, you know she'll be a great mom


!highlight![Yandere Rainbow]

>"Hey Anon wait up!"
>"Listen... about tuesday night, I'm sorry I laid that whole guilt trip on you before your date."
>"Me and Fluttershy had a great time at the Wonderbolt show, I even caught her doing loops when she thought I wasn't looking."
>"Anyway I just wanted to say that I hope there's no hard feelings between us."
>"And maybe... to invite you to watch me perform my own show..."
>"Whose coming? Oh just someponies... but I'd really appreciate it if you were there."
>"W-what me? Noooooo. I wouldn't try to impressing you into prefering me over Twilight."
>"She's my friend too after all and I'd never do anything to hurt her..."
>"I've been training hard for weeks and have a ton of new moves which will be sure to blow your socks off."
*mutter* and your trousers with any luck... All I need to do is get Anon in the stable before that betrayer does... then he'll finally be mine!
>"W-what? Just got too excited and dried my mouth out."
>"So you'll come! That's awesome! The show will be on the edge of the Everfree forest just after sunset, don't bother asking Twilight to join you. I'm sure she'll be coming...."


!highlight![Bad ending]

>Your date with Twilight went quite well, you thought.
>Nothing serious happened, except an innocent goodbye kiss.
>Just a lovely simple meal, followed by tea and biscuits.
>You were a bit worried about Fluttershy, though.
>She told you she didn't mind and hoped you'd be happy.
>But you sensed something more wrong.
>So you went to check on her in the morning even though you thought you might be the last person she'd want to see.
>You knew something was wrong when you saw ponies surrounding her cottage at the edge of the Everfree Forest.
>Heart racing, you ran to the cottage. Their grief-stricken faces told the story.
>There was an envelope at the scene. To Anon it said.
>This is for you said Applejack.
>What happened?
>You run in with the envelope and see Fluttershy lying in her bed, looking as if she is sleeping.
>But a potion bottle lies next to the bed and when you touch her face it is cold.
>Hands shaking, you open the envelope.
>All it says is I'm sorry if I inconvenienced you. I just can't go on any more.
>The letter drops from your lifeless hand to the floor. The other ponies read it and look at you.
>You run to Twilight for comfort but she glares at you coldly.
>I can't believe you treated Fluttershy so cruelly. Then, thinking about it more.
>Or that I did. I wish I had known.
>She then gallops off as quickly as she can.

I am the worst of all persons.
I have murdered and broken the heart of what I most love.
I am a monster. But this ends now.

>You do not bother taking any food or supplies before you leave. You won't need them.
>Entering the Everfree Forest alone, you hope to meet a hungry dragon or griffon as soon as possible.
>At least that way, you might be of some use to some other living being.
>Instead of just a vile monster who leaves nothing but pain and destruction behind you wherever you go.


!highlight![ICheerilee x Snail]

>>16201801/#q16204808

>Cheer turns on the children
>Rumble, Featherweight?
>They both have little fillyfriends, too popular
>Her victim needs to be a little outcast if she wants to get away with it
>Snips?
>Too fat
>Snails?
>Maybe.
>Tall, not too bad looking, a little slow
>Cheer starts it off subtly
>Starts criticizing him in class harshly
>Pulls him aside after class almost daily
>The teasing grows worse as the other ponies make fun of him
>Even Snips grows a little distant as he makes better connections with the other colts
>After a few months Cheerilee nervously presses forth
>Brings Snails home for tutoring
>She actually tutors him at first
>Soon it becomes common
>She even starts making meals for him
>It's the first time she's cooked for someone else in forever
>Snails doesn't mind being stupid so much anymore
>Cheer is his new best friend and like another mom to him
>Until she presses her luck
>Slightly confused and scared, Snails loses his virginity
>Naturally he doesn't tell anyone
>He has no friends outside of Cheerilee anymore
>She keeps bringing him home and molesting him for two hours after class for nearly another year
>Until she grows careless
>While older, she still proves to be fertile
>Snails doesn't know to be too upset
>He doesn't know how to be a dad but he's almost excited
>Plus, maybe if someone as smart as Cheerilee was the mom their kid wouldn't be slow too, right?
>Snails keeps it a secret like Cheerilee says but goes around asking a lot of older stallions with kids on how to be a dad
>Eventually a guard comes knocking at her door
>Clop clop clop
>Anxiety wracks her body so badly it causes pain
>Clop clop clop
>Gentle, polite knocking
>She collapses in tears, weak legged and hormonal
>Snails never knew why Cheerilee 'moved away'
>But he misses her a whole lot

!highlight![Derpy]

>>16240539/#q16240999

>Derpy needs this
>can't keep a job
>Dinky needs to eat
>bills need to be paid
>time to find a stallion that will put up with my disabilities
>Good thing the ol' vagoo works still
>date tonight with Fancy Pants
>well, its a charity thing, he got caught doing cocaine and needs to do community service
>oh he'll be doing plenty of that tonight
>I slide in the buzzer and pull up my magic flesh colored panties
>Twilight Sparkle has agreed to watch Dinky for the night
>Time for derpy to go to work

>Dinner and a movie, simple enough
>I meet Fancypants at the restaurant, Horsia's, nicest place in town
>I give him a big hug and act the dumb blonde
>I slip the tiny controller into his breast pocket and give him a wink, swaying my hips as I enter the restaurant
>he recognizes what it is immediately, good, we can make this quick
>dinner is nice enough, he plays with the button nice and slow, he's used one of these before
>as we leave, he takes note of the wetness on my seat
>movie time
>Cheesy Romantic Comedy 734: How did they not see that coming

>the movie sucks, but so do I
>about 15 minutes in, I got on the floor, he did not attempt to stop me swallowing his cock
>blows his load right down my throat, what a gentelcolt, tastes of beer and shame
>not that I stop, i find some stallions to enjoy the torture
>he dare not make a sound, getting his knob slobbered, in public, by the local nitwit he is so obviously taking advantage of
>his eyes roll back as a swallow torrent number two, surprised he's still hard at this point
>the movie ends at some point, we head back to my place and I make us coffee

>I try anyway
>as I lean over the kitchen counter, I feel his hips touch mine
>a familiar warmth pressed hard against my stomach
>he doesn't even ask, just slides my panties down with his magic and pulls the buzzer out
>its been at max for the last 2 hours, I am dripping wet
>I bite my lip and lean forward a bit
>He is surprisingly gentle as he slides his cock inside of me
>I'd forgotten what this was like, my mind immediately goes fuzzy as he slowly churns my insides
>he nibbles my ear and sniffs and my mane, whispering to me how beautiful I am, how he has never been so enthralled with someone of my social status
>what a dick, i try to think as I'm stretched so tightly around his
>glad he popped twice already, maybe I'll get mine too

>he pulls out, and for a moment I am disappointed
>my breathing is heavy, I'm right there
>he turns me around and forces his lips to mine, kissing me deeply
>caught off guard, I return the kiss
>he lifts me onto the counter and spreads my legs
>I moan into his lips as he fills me once again
>I lean back on the counter and he kisses and bites my neck and shoulders, rutting me like someone half his age
>my hooves reach for something, anything, I clench the drapes
>he moans out and picks up the pace, letting me know he's right there
>I wrap my legs around him and pull him in deep, crying out
>I feel myself clench uncontrollably around his stallionhood, the ecstasy reaching every inch of my body, I squeeze him tight
>I don't feel the force of his orgasm until mine has already started
>maybe he is a gentlecolt after all...
>we hold each other, panting on the counter for a long while
>his eye catches mine and he gives me a shaky smile before we both dive for each others lips once more
>we make our way to my bedroom, he throws me onto my bed
>I don't stop him as he gets on top of me again
>he even wants to look at me while he fucks me
>I welcome his cock once more and we continue into the night

>Fancypants awakes in bed, alone
>its a mess, stains, sheets everywhere
>his cock is almost raw
>he reaches over the bedside for his glasses and finds with them a note and a small cassette
>"I have left to run some errands, be back after noon. You will be gone. the cassette is a recording of last night. If you want it to remain private, you will take care of Dinky and me."
>he stares, bewildered for a moment, he's never been fucked like that before. last night, or this morning
>he notices some more writing under a folded edge of the page
>"I wouldn't mind seeing you again, you seem really nice. Also, this note has been enchanted to burn once read, watch your hooves..."
>he jumps as the paper flashes into dust before his eyes
>blackmailed by the village idiot
>he takes down her phone number and discreetly teleports home
>after making the bed, of course

END


[Spike is GAY]

>>37945225/#q37945239

>"Anon I need your help."
"Sure, with what exactly Twilight?"
>"It's about Spike."
"What's wrong with him?"
>"I think he might be... gay."
"Gay?"
>"Shh... not so loud, please. You know how those gays are, with their sensitive hearing."
"Uh Twilight, I don-"
>"I'm gonna need your assistance to cure him of the disease before he infects everyone else."
>"Gah... just look at him over there being all... gay like."

"I know what'll cure him right up Twilight"
>"You do? Oh thank you Anon, I knew I could count on you"
"Yeah, just don't come into Spike's room for a few hours. I need to work my magic."
>One hour later Twilight get's curious and barges into Spike's room, despite Anon's warning
>And what she sees horrifies her
>In Spike's room
>Under her own nose
>Spike and Anon
>Were playing videogames
>Oh and cum was leaking out of Spike's ass, but that wasn't important


!highlight![a new portal to Equestria]

>>15690091/#q15690359

prompt:

Princess Celestia has called Anonymous to a special meeting.

She presents Anon a sealed box. "Inside the box contains your deepest desire. When you hold the box and think of the desire, the box will open and your desire will come true."

Anonymous says "An interesting thing, I must say. Shall I give it twenty four hours to sit on it?"

Celestia gives Anon permission and he goes home. He jumps on his computer and posts this thread on /mlp/.

>you are in Equestria
>Princess Celestia gives you one wish, no limits
>trips decides

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>>No.15690111
Portal to Equestria

>yfw someone else got to meet your waifu first
>yfw someone is probably fucking your waifu right now and you're still stuck on this shit plane of existence
>yfw someone else is enjoying the splendor of equestria

>>15690313
Imagine that.

> can't access portal
> shit life continues
> in a few years, you learn that the travel sanctions have been relaxed a little, but only that ponies can come here
> still can't go
> you learn your waifu is coming to visit earth
> thousands of people are at her publicly-advertised appearances, barely get a glimpse
> tail suits, eventually learn of a restaurant she will eat at that most don't know about
> you wait across the road in a diner
> some fuckwit fed is with her, eating dinner
> they seem very close
> at the end of the meal he holds her hoof and kisses her gently, as if he's done it a thousand times
> as she leaves you walk outside to see her
> she looks at you
> no smile
> just looking at another human
> the boyfriend says something
> her attention is gone

> yfw you loved her and despite the portal opening and her being real, she now doesn't need you like you need her

We feels now.

>Tfw you remember how she smiled at that guy
>Tfw you remember the light blush she had
>Tfw everything you loved about her, all your preconceived notions flash through your head over and over again
>Tfw it all comes crashing down when you're just another hairless monkey to her.
>Tfw you know she's going to get cuddled by someone that isn't you. That she's found her special somepony.
>And it isn't you.

>The days pass by slowly at first, the nights come easier
>Warm Coffee in the morning, Warmed up Dinners at night
>You move your Kleenex from your bed post and store it away
>Your wallpaper desktop reads a serene mountain top now. It used to be something else
>People still call you. Your job still calls you. Things keep you busy
>Time begins to seem unfriendly. The days don't seem so much different from the weeks anymore.
>Your sister visits you one day
>"I'm sorry I didn't visit you on your last birthday anon"
>"Last birthday?"
>"You really don't get out much!, You turned 31 a year ago!"
>There's a shift in your stance as you shift weight from one foot to the other
>"Time flies"

> in the moment, reason leaves
> she needs to know
> she needs to know your pure love for her
> taking a step, you go straight at her across the street
> halfway, you start screaming your love
> that you always loved her
> that your love for her gave you a measure of joy, even when there was none before the portal opened
> you don't care about this dick with her, your love is a gift
> tears stream down your face
> she turns to look at you in surprise
> suddenly, world goes sideways
> tackled by a secret service bodyguard
> second arrives, puts knee into your ribs against the road
> searing red pain
> through the tears and gasped breaths, you see she has frozen in shock
> her boyfriend apologises
> "This is one of the 'devotees' we were telling you about. I'm sorry that you had to see this firsthand."
> as you are dragged to your knees and cuffed, she looks at you with a mixture of fear and sadness
> she opens her mouth to speak to you
> that voice you always imagined, longed for
> "Please. Get help."
> they turn and leave ad you are dragged away, coughing up blood

> the story of your 'attack' becomes international news
> condemned widely by the world for doing something that could upset relations between the two realms
> police raid your home, find your stash of pony merchandise
> the raid is televised as the story is big news
> you are detained until your hearing
> watch on your television as you are branded a sick sexual deviant and the first interdimensional stalker in history
> family forced into hiding
> one morning you see her on the television
> a reporter is asking her what she thinks about your obsession
> she looks a little uneasy
> people move to disregard the question, but she starts to answer
> she's afraid
> of you, and your 'love'


[Rainbow Dash]

>>33638470/#q33640867

>The dinner table rattled with excitement
>The cloud walls of their home shook from all the energy in the room
>"You're almost there! Just a little bit further!"
>"I didn't raise a quitter, did I? Keep on pushing! You can do it!"
>Rainbow beamed, and thrust the spoon towards it's final destination
>Her cheek
>The carrot mash splattered all over the side of her face, some if it dripping down onto her chest
>She let out a little giggle as she dropped the spoon and started to smear it around
>Her parents sighed

>"She almost had it this time too"
>"It's okay, we just gotta work with her a little bit longer. She'll get it eventually."
>"But we've been at it for months!"
>"The doctor's did say that she would learn differently, we just gotta be patient with her."
>Rainbow's Mom let out a sigh
>"I suppose you're right. You wanna run a bath for her? I'll try to clean her up a bit."
>"Sure thing"
>Rainbow's Dad planted a quick kiss on the side of her face and walked off
>Rainbow giggled and started to smear some of the mash on the table
>Rainbow's Mom pulled out a hankerchief and started to wipe what she could off of Rainbow's face
>The cyan pegasus whined a little, but after some shushing from her mom, she calmed down
>Even after getting the mash off it still left an orange smudge in her fur
>The two mares sat in silence for a while, until Rainbow started to reach a hoof out towards her sippy cup
>It was just out of reach, so she started whining and pounding the table
>One of her mom's wings reached out and pushed the sippy cupy forward into her daughter's waiting hoof

>"Bath is ready whenever you are!"
>"Thanks hon! I'll bring her over in a jiffy!"
>She turned towards rainbow
>"Alright sweetie, come on, let's go get you cleaned up"
>She put her hooves around Rainbow's torso and grunted in exersion as she pulled her out of the chair
>She set Rainbow on the ground next to her, one of her hooves around her shoulder
>They started walking, her mom supporting her as she stumbled in the general direction of the bathroom
>Their eyes fell across the rows and rows of medals, trophies, photos, and newspaper clippings plastered across the living room
>'BEST YOUNG FLIER'
>'AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH THE ELEMENT OF LOYALTY'
>'CLOUDSDALE'S UP-AND-COMING NEW WONDERBOLT RECRUIT'
>'RAINBOW DASH, HISTORYS YOUNGEST FULL-FLEDGED WONDERBOLT'
>Rainbow's dad opened the door
>"Is my widdle wonderbolt weady for hew bathsie?"
>Rainbow's wings fluttered in excitement as she let out a happy squeal
>A little bit of spittle fell to the floor
>"I can take care of her hon, you should go lay down"
>Rainbow's Mom let out a smile
>"Thanks, you're the best"
>"Not as good as the best flier in all of equestria right here!"
>Rainbow let out a grunt of excitement as her dad lead her over to the bathtub
>As the door closed behind them, all Rainbow's Mom could focus on was the baseball sized dent in her daughter's head


!highlight![the reincarnation]

>>16214604/#q16218157

>Fluttershy's 136th birthday
>Still begging Discord to let her pass on and be with her friends
>Discord refuses to let her go because then he'll be alone again
>Ironic that the spirit of chaos is so scared of change

>Fluttershy's 273rd birthday
>She's having trouble remembering people and places from her past
>She was sitting in front of a headstone
>And couldn't put a face to the name
>Discord's magic wasn't like the magic that made ponies alicorns
>It just kept her alive and looking the same
>Chaos was different
>He was different
>She, again, begged him to let her go
>He gave a literal song and dance about how they're so much happier together
>He's telling her how to feel now
>How to think, how to act, how to smile
>How to find worth in a hollow existence
>Fluttershy cried herself to sleep that night
>As she had so many nights before
>It was her fault afterall
>She's the one who thought she could reform a monster

>Fluttershy's 321st Birthday
>She hasn't left her bed in 2 years
>Her house is dilapidated
>The windows broken
>The animals long gone
>The local foals claim its haunted and throw rocks at it on occasion
>Fluttershy refused to get out of her bed when Discord wouldn't grant her only wish
>Eventually he got bored with her and left
>But he forgot to take away the spell
>Or he did it out of spite
>He was a monster afterall
>The little foals claim at night they hear the wails of a young mare crying coming from the house
>Their parents assure them that's ridiculous, that nobody has lived there in forever

>Fluttershy's 484th Birthday
>She never eats
>She never drinks
>She never moves
>Time has lost all meaning
>Her world is the rotting ceiling of her cottage
>Without food and water, her mind has slipped into nothing
>She remembers nobody and can't even speak
>She can't even cry anymore, her throat too dry
>So she lays there
>Staring at the ceiling
>Waiting for the rot to finally collapse the beam
>Maybe when the roof comes tumbling down
>She will finally be free

>Fluttershy's 500th Birthday
>The cottage collapsed
>The sun crept through the holes in the debris every morning
>Fluttershy lay motionless under the rubble
>Nobody came to clear it, because nobody wanted to work for free
>Not till now
>Parts began to float off of her
>Discord hovering overhead
>"My my, what a mess you've gotten into...care to make a birthday wish?"
>Fluttershy tried to speak
>She hadn't said a word in over a century
>Nothing but a rasp came out
>"No no no, that won't do"
>Discord snapped his fingers
>Fluttershy found herself standing in a meadow, feeling 100% again
>"Now, what do you want for your 500th birthday, yellow horse?"
>She almost asked for what she always did
>But a century of laying still had given her time to think
>Time enough to know Discord would never grant that wish
>And to ask for something else
"I want...to see my friends again"
>Discord cackled
>Fluttershy feared he may do something terrible
>Raise them from the dead or worse...
>"Granted, my pink banana!"
>With a snap, the world became bright
>Did Discord finally end her life?
>Did he finally--
>Birds flew around her and away
>A familiar voice came from behind
>Twilight
>Twilight introducing herself
>Apologizing about the birds
>This....yes this was...
>"What's your name?"
"I'm.....fluttershy..."


!highlight![...]

prompt:

You're relaxing alone at home. It's a nice, mild night. You hear a knocking at your door, and open it to find Celestia sitting there. She gives you a smile and asks if she may come in and talk with you about something. For the purposes of this situation, we'll say you agree.

As soon as you've shut the door, her demeanor completely changes. Gone is the professional, regal air about her. You ask her what's wrong, and she sighs heavily. She proceeds to explain that she's hasn't had the time for romantic relationships until recently, and that adding in the whole "nigh-immortal godlike ruler" thing has just made it worse.

She tears up, starting to cry, and through her sobs you manage to pick out that she's desperately afraid of dying alone, having lived a life without finding love even once.

She apologizes for breaking down on you like this and ruining your night. She doesn't expect you to be able to help, she just needed someone to talk to who wasn't from her own world.

This is your first (real) chance to speak or do anything since she's shown up. What do you say? What do you do?

---

>>2988119
Can you come back with your sister


!highlight![The end]

>>3607113/#q3614181

Celestia looked up into the sky. There, sitting in the middle, was a great, red sun. Her sun. She sighed, then looked back at the ground. Luna had gone before her, without any crying. She would try to do the same.
She looked around her. Desolate desert everywhere. In her final hours, nopony would be around to comfort her. Nopony had been around for generations. It had been so long ago when they left for “greener pastures.” She smiled. That day had been grand, with a large banquet and celebrations all around. It had also been her funeral, really. She couldn’t leave the planet with the rest of them. She wasn’t just tied to the sun, she was the sun. A sun that, now, was about to die.
Celestia sat down. She was tired, running out of energy. She looked into the sky again. Her sun, her beautiful sun, had gotten bigger, and redder. She was thankful that she would only die. Being a black hole didn’t sound pleasant.
Celestia considered for a moment what her last thoughts should be. She remembered well how Luna had reacted. The royal astronomer had just walked into the throne room, said “A very large meteor is going to hit the moon. We expect to the moon to be knocked out of orbit and hit the sun,” and walked out.
The look of fear in Luna’s eyes was horrible. Celestia had assumed it was some sort of sick joke, and followed after the astronomer and screamed at him. He just shook his head, though, and showed her his calculations. She did some math and observation herself, just to be sure.

Upon further investigation, Luna found she had a year to live, but she didn’t shed a single tear. Celestia tried to make that year the best ever, but it came out mediocre. How could she act happy when she was going to destroy her own sister? She couldn’t avoid it, true, but it was still her fault.
The worst part of the entire ordeal was the last few hours. The moon had just been hit, and Celestia was alone with her sister. Luna was stoic, not sad. They talked for a while. About silly things, really. The food she had eaten for breakfast. Her favorite moment of the month. What do you say to somepony who’s dying?

Luna began to sweat after about an hour. She was getting closer to the sun.
In her final minutes, Luna had walked closer to Celestia. She rested her head against Celestia’s neck, then, in a voice quiet as a midnight breeze, said “I’m sorry.”
When Celestia asked why, shocked, Luna responded with two words: “Nightmare Moon...”

Celestia tried to comfort her. “Sister, that was a thousand years ago. Do you really think that I-” she hesitated. “I should be apologizing. My sun is killing you.”
Luna sighed. “Sister, we all die in the end, don’t we?”
Then, she had disappeared, leaving a small breeze in her wake.
It had taken Celestia a long time to feel any better. Having to deal with all the problems the loss of the moon had caused didn’t help. Every time she fixed a broken trade route, or moved a beach, she felt like she was destroying what was left of her sister.
Celestia snapped out of her reminiscence. She gazed into the sky again. Her sun was bigger now. She had maybe ten minutes left, if that. She looked down again. She had known this was coming for a while.
She remembered something else. A long time ago, she had comforted somepony else who was dying. Somebody she was close to. She struggled to remember the name. It had happened at least four thousand years ago.

“Twilight Sparkle,” she muttered. That was the name. She remembered the day well. Most of Twilight’s friends had already passed. The only two people at her bedside when it happened were Celestia and... what was that pony’s name again? Pinkie Pie, that was it. Celestia laughed slightly. She had made the most delicious cupcakes Celestia had ever tasted for the occasion. A bit of brightness at a dark time.
Pinkie hadn’t been crying, Celestia remembered. She was still her old, bouncy self. It wasn’t a disrespect in any way, though. Twilight had wanted it to be a celebration of her life, not a time to cry at her death. Celestia, however, still cried. Twilight’s letters had anchored her to reality. She still remembered the day when Twilight had sent a rather strange letter:
Dear Princess Celestia,
Today, I learned that letting a friend go is infinitely harder then making friends. But, sometimes, they have to leave and you cannot keep them with you.
Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle.
Celestia had wondered what the letter was about, until she read the obituaries in the paper the next morning. One of her friends. . . which one was it? Ah, Applejack, right. Applejack was the first to go. Celestia went to her funeral, but in private, with no guards. Lowering the old, withered body into the grave by magic almost tore Twilight apart. Her headstone simply read;
Here lies a great apple farmer, pony, and friend.
It was a rather nice ceremony. Not many ponies receive a Wonderbolt flyover, and not many of those that did got one at the insistence of an old Wonderbolt.

But Twilight’s death was different. She was mostly alone, because that was what she wanted. Spike was too big to fit in the room at that point. Celestia tried hard to remember her last words. Something about... seeing friends again. Hm. Celestia smiled.
The funeral for Twilight was nice. Celestia didn’t remember the details. She seemed to remember that Twilight was cremated, but she wasn’t sure. She had a vague memory of a crying dragon doing the burning. Spike, maybe?
Celestia stood up. The sun was almost done now. She could feel it. Celestia gazed into that ball of fire, into herself. She had never been aware of its, of her, complexity before. Fusing atoms to create immense energy. Keeping the solar system alive with her heat and light. But they didn’t need her anymore. They were gone, on some new rock floating through the galaxy.
She walked for a while. There were ruins in every direction, starting with simple huts and advancing to multi-level cities that reached beyond the clouds. She came to a small village. There was familiarity in this place, she had been there before. As she walked, she realized where she was.
Ponyville. I remember this. Hm, that should mean... She thought, breaking into a gallop. She had one last thing to do before she died.
She had reached her destination. It was a graveyard. A small one, but an important one. Celestia herself had signed the order to dedicate it. She read the old sign, in a state of disrepair that made it barely readable.

Elements Of Harmony Memorial Burials.
Celestia wandered through the graveyard. Her sun was close to the end. She searched, desperately, hoping against hope that she would make it in time.
Finally, she saw it. A ring of graves, slightly larger then the others, on top of a hill.She had overseen the moving of the bodies herself.
She galloped into the middle. She was barely alive now, she could feel her sun running out of the hydrogen that kept it alive. But there was one more thing to be done.

She turned in a circle, reading all the graves. “Throw a party if you read this, please,” inscribed on a pink headstone that looked vaguely like a cupcake. No name, but Celestia knew who it was.

“Rainbow Dash: Wonderbolt for 20 years, a friend forever,” Written on a rather plain headstone, with a fire pit at it’s base. The Wonderbolts had maintained that fire for a thousand years, but it was out now. It had probably been out for a while.

“Rarity,” and nothing else, on a rather flashy slab of marble, inset with jewels. Celestia remembered Spike collecting those.

“Fluttershy: Friend of Animals, and Ponies” on some sort of organic substance. Celestia remembered that, up until recently, there was always at least one bird nesting in it.

“Here lies a great apple farmer, pony, and friend.” Celestia had moved that grave, with the permission of her family, of course.

“Twilight Sparkle.” The headstone was designed to look similar to a book, but erosion had rounded the edges. Celestia had insisted she be buried there, so there was no grave to move all those years ago.

She walked to the middle. There, surrounded by the Elements of Harmony, was a small inscription:

Friendship is Magic

Celestia was almost gone. She had seconds, at the most. She laid down on top of the words, energy almost gone. I needed more friends, she thought.

Her horn glowed, and her sun expelled all its excess matter in a burst of radiation and heat. Celestia, however, just faded into nothing.


!highlight![Starlight one-shot]

>From the bottom of the bed Starlight sidles up to you erected ember.
>her face resting beside it while she gently holds it still with her right hoof, her bedroom eyes looking into you
>her magic slowly massages your balls while she cups the base of your cock with her tongue,
>it slowly glides up, your cock twitches in anticipation as the pre-cum trickles out
>Half your member disappears in Starlight's mouth, her tongue lapping around your tip
>Only a few slides sends shivers down into your hips as your dick pours gallons down Starlight's slender throat.
>She lets her mouth fill up before gulping it down.
>You lean your head backwards and relax your legs for a moment of respite
>But Starlight gives you no more than a moment, her weight clambers across your chest, her deep blue eyes inches away from your face
>Down there her pussy holds the tip of your still hard member from twitching
>It takes all your strength just to not thrust into her right there
>"You're not the only one who's gonna be having fun tonight." she says with a playful smile and quiet mocking laugh
>Her pussy slides down your already well lubricated shaft with a plop
"Ummph!"
>Your moan is silenced by Starlight's tongue plugging your open mouth
>Finding you sufficiently enamored and intoxicated, Starlight rides you until morning, giving you only a few moments of respite between each climax
>You then spend the morning cuddling and the rest of the day never leaving each other's embrace

!highlight![Yandere fetish guess]
Twilight -
>Sensory deprivation. She binds your wrists, then casts a spell to blind & deafen you, and another one to up your sense of feeling, then she spends the night collecting data about what makes you feel the best. When she releases the spells, aside from a sleeping Twi cuddled on your chest there are books and a journal strewn about the bed, and she's written things and drawn designs all over you that match ones she drew on herself.
Fluttershy -
>Facesitting/smothering. She makes a comfy nest out of pillows and blankets on her bed with you in the center, and then just grinds every part of her body on every part of your body all night long. She goes back and forth between talking about how you're hers now and you've been permanently marked, and calm, soft coos of sheer contentment.
Rarity -
>Worship. She does everything she can to get you to compliment her without her telling you to do so, then she shows her gratification tenfold. Lots of "Good boy"s and eye contact.
Applejack -
>Powerbottoming. Hard, rough bucking with lots of aftercare and cuddling afterwards. She doesn't stop talking about you claiming her, making her your wife and the mother of your children.
Pinkie Pie -
>Slow sex. Basically cuddling with penetration, she gets weirdly emotional, hysterical even. She shifts from giggling in wordless ecstasy to sobbing about how she can't actually show you how much she loves you to cracking jokes and lighthearted glee to terrified anxiety that she's doing something wrong. Not very much movement, and she gets really clingy and tense when you get too close to pulling out.
Rainbow Dash -
>Domming. You get the feeling that she's trying her hardest to make you want her, she keeps talking about how attractive she is like she's trying to sell her body to you and badmouths other mares. Sometimes a look will come across her face, typically after she mentions another mare, and she'll go into overdrive. Afterwards she gets shy and quiet.

!highlight![flying sessions]
38506350/>>38523702
>Anonstallion was one of Scootaloo's largest role models since coming to Equestria
>But as the years pass he realizes he needs to tell it to her straight
>She can't fly and she will never fly
>Although it's her dream, it's just not possible
>Her wings are tiny and deformed
>Anonstallion invites Scootaloo over to his house to explain the truth of the situation
>As he begins to tell her, she begs him to stop and says she will do anything
>Even turning around and pointing her little rump in his face
>Although she's kind of young, Anonstallion cannot help himself
>He's heard stories about Scootaloo selling herself for money, she's had a bad upbringing and needed the money
>So he at least feels okay not taking her first time
>And he's always wanted to jam her full, even if he would never admit it
>His large stallion cock unsheathes
>He mounts her and goes slow at first, but he can't help but pick up the pace
>Her scent and that tight filly pussy has him going wild
>He violently fucks her as she squirms under his mass, strong hooves holding her in place
>After some strong pumps he picks her up, cock fully hilted
>Anonstallion belows with all his might
"IM FUCKING CUMMING!!!"
>He unleashes his huge load into Scootaloo
>She screames with pain and pleasure as a torrent of thick cum gushes against her insides
>"A-anon..I think I'm flying!...I'm actually flying !!"
>Scootaloo screeches in excitement as her wings are flapping
>She's so out of it, she's doesn't even realize that Anonstallion has her lifted up as he's coming inside of her
"Heh, yeah...you are flying alright. Good girl!"
>He lays her down and they both catch their breath
"So...more flying sessions tomorrow?"