>Be Stallion
>Have marefriend
>Also be into CBT(Cooking and Baking Torture)
>Marefriend is completely incompetent when it comes to cooking
>She requires supervision just to make a bowl of cereal
>Marefriend tries to make you a Hearts & Hooves Day dinner
>She uses metal utensils on your nonstick pans
>Overcooks pasta to the point of becoming mush and forgets to strain it before adding other ingredients
>Bakes a loaf of bread and somehow manages to burn the outside while leaving the inside completely raw
>She presents it all to you in a paper bowl
>You cum violently while wailing in anguish

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>You slow your thrusting, quickly coming to a dead stop 
"That...that doesn't sound right." 
>Redheart rolled her eyes and scoffed 
>"Anon, which of us is the medical professional?" 
>You slowly raise a hand and point at her 
>"That's right. So if I say that spanking my ass and calling me a dirty pony slut results in a brief increase in fertility by 37%, then it's because I know what I'm talking about." 
"I-I know, but I just-" 
>Redheart shushed you by putting a hoof to your lips 
>"Anon, sweetie, honey, love of my life," She cooed, squishing your face with her hooves 
>"I know you're a little nervous, but this is for the both of us. This is to finally start our family. Don't you want an adorable little foal?" She gazed deeply into your eyes 
>You nod 
>She smiles warmly "Good. So do I. So please, just trust me. Ok?" 
>You nod again 
>"Ok." 
>She releases your face and lays back onto the mattress 
>Before you have a chance to start thrusting again, she quickly interrupts you, "Ohohoh, pull my mane too!" 
>You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose 
"Will...Does that also increase your fertility?" 
>"Nah, it just makes me cum harder."

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"Mmm, pastel blue?"
>Chrysalis shook her head and opened her mouth widely to reveal her neon orange maw.
>"That's 5 to 7 now, my favor." Chrysalis proudly stated.
>You and Chrysalis were playing one of her favorite larvahood games
>The object of the game being for one changeling to change the color of the inside of their mouth, and the other to guess it
>Though you being human did mean that the game was a bit one-sided, Chrysalis was still thoroughly enjoying herself

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>Be Anon
>"Mr. Mous?"
>And also be very upset
>A ponice officer has just shown up at your door, with none other than Mono Trail, your oldest daughter
"Yes, that's me. What is the meaning of this?"
>"Sir, your daughter and her friends were found being truant." 
>The ponicemare glared at Mono from the corner of her eye before venomously adding "Among other things."
"Truant? Mono, is this true?"
>Mono morosely nodded, refusing to look at your face
>You shake your head in shame
>She was always a rambunctious foal, but you had never thought she'd go so far as to play hooky
>Your attention is brought back to the ponicemare when she clears her throat
>"Seeing as she's underage and this is her first offense, I figured it'd be best to let her off with a warning."
"Thank you, officer. I'll be sure to have her mother talk to her." You say, emphasizing the word "talk"
>You turn and point towards the interior of your home and Mono whimpers as she slinks past you, ears folded back and wings limp at her sides
>The ponicemare nods curtly, "See that you do."
>Her eyes trail down your form, her frown melting into a smirk upon reaching your crotch
>"Y'know, if you're having trouble keeping your foals in line, I could always...lend a hoof~" She licks her chops while blatantly staring at your groin
"Thank you but I have it under control." You close the door on her and head to Mono's room to see her sulking on her bed, hiding beneath her turquoise wings
"Mono. I'm not mad."
>She parts her wings a bit to let her shame-filled eyes take a look at you
"I'm just disappointed."
>She let out a pathetic groan
"If you think that's bad, just wait until your mother comes home."
>Mono Trail shoots up, her wings spread and fur standing on end
>She gulps before shakily speaking up
>"W-w-which one?" she squeaks out
>You sigh
>Dramatically, of course
>Rarity taught you well
"Mama Shy."
>Mono's anguished wail could be heard in Canterlot

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>"Anon, sweetie? Are you alright? It's been over thirty minutes!"
"I-I'm fine, Sunbuns! Ju-just doing some, uh...human stuff!"
>You hear the ruffling of wings from the other side of the door
>"O-oh...well, alright then! Let me know if you need any help!" You hear Celestia trot off, probably back to bed
>You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding
>Looking back into the bathroom mirror, your eyes dart across your naked form
>Bitemarks and bruises mottle the landscape of your flesh, some deep enough to have drawn blood
>Your pelvic region and thighs are all roughly the same shades of deep purple and burning red
>Your chest is almost as bad, crescent-shaped cuts accompanying each bruise there
>Your hair is greasy and matted from the various fluids
>Your throat is excruciatingly dry, as if you had chugged a few gallons of saltwater
>It hurts to move
>It hurts to breath
>With another sigh, you lean against the wall as you limp over to the door
>Turning the knob takes more strength than it should, but you manage
>As the door creaks open, your welcomed by the sight of Celestia's private quarters
>Bits of furniture and cloth litter the scene, various holes in all four walls
>A few in the ceiling too
>Her massive mattress, bare of any sheets or blankets, laying atop a pile of snapped boards
>The bedframe had been the first thing to break
>On that mattress sat Princess Celestia
>As prim and proper as the day of her coronation, save for a single hair of her mane that stuck out
>Her eyes drink in the sight of you as she bites her lip
>You can see her flank sway as she gently grinds against the pillow between her thighs
>"Ready for round 2, my little human?"

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>"Anon, sweetie? Are you alright? It's been over thirty minutes!"
"I-I'm fine, Sunbuns! Ju-just doing some, uh...human stuff!"
>You hear the ruffling of wings from the other side of the door
>"O-oh...well, alright then! Let me know if you need any help!" You hear Celestia trot off, probably back to bed
>You let out a shuddering breath and look back down to the scene before you
>And what a scene it was
>You were getting the blowjob of 20 lifetimes at the moment and it was taking every damn ounce of willpower you had to not scream her name to the heavens
>Whose name?
>Why, none other than Queen Chrysalis herself, Queen of the the Changelings
>She was sliding her mouth along your shaft, her lips keeping a perfect seal around it, shown by how her cheeks were sunken in from the suction
>Her needlelike fangs were only a hairsbreadth from your flesh, but she expertly avoided so much as a graze
>Her long, prehensile tongue wrapped just behind the helmet of your cock, swiping across the glans occasionally
>Her face was illuminated by the glow of her horn as she used her magic to give your balls a massage like no other
>Then there were her eyes
>Lakes of emerald with slits of pitch black, staring deeper into your eyes than you thought possible
>If you didn't know any better, you'd say that she's staring at you the way only soulmates do
>Exuding so much love that you almost forget the salacious act the two of you are partaking in
>Almost
>Another shiver runs up your spine, forcing a muffled moan to escape from you
>Your eyes dart to the door and you pray that Celestia didn't hear you
>Looking back to Chrysalis, her eyes now gleam with pleading, her hoof tenderly rubbing your thigh as if to beg for you to finish
>Not one to keep a lady waiting you quickly reach your peak, stuffing a hoof towel into your mouth to bite down on and keep from being too loud
>Chryssi takes your whole shaft into her mouth and shuts her eyes
>Despite the makeshift gag, you moan loudly as your vision explodes into white
>You feel her moan lowly as you release into the back of her throat, her tongue working along your length to milk as much of your seed as possible
>After possibly the longest orgasm of your life, you finally fade back to reality
>Panting and covered in sweat, you look back down to see Chrysalis slowly pull back from your member, giving your head a soft suckle before letting it go with a pop
>She licks her lips and looks into your eyes once more, still retaining that deep, cosmic sort of love in them
>After a moment, she stands, steps over to the open window
>Looking back to you, she blows you a kiss before gracefully leaping out the window
>You're left a sweaty, dishevelled mess, leaning against the bathroom wall
>There's the knocking of a hoof on the door again
>"Anonymous?"

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>You looked to the ceiling in thought for a few moments
"Hm. Not my cup of tea, but quite good for a filly her age."
>Be Rarity
>You had just finished reading some surprisingly decent stalliondom fiction, written by your own little sister no less
>Her schoolbag had been tossed carelessly when she had come home and the notebook had just been lying open on the floor when you found it
>You didn't INTENTIONALLY read her most likely private writing, you just happened to glance at it
>Having placed the small, spiralbound notebook back into Sweetie Belle's saddlebag, you took it upstairs
>You left it in front of her door and hoped she wouldn't assume you read it
>You can't imagine how embarrassed she'd be if she knew
>But, mares will be mares

"By Celestia's milky teats..."
>Be Rarity
>Also be disgusted and terribly uncomfortable
>Once again, through no fault of your own, you've found yourself reading Sweetie Belle's private notebook
>While her writing has shown some improvement, she continues to write about the incredibly taboo subject of stalliondom
>And now there's been a terrible development
>Her latest story features none other than you as the main victim
>She even gave a whole backstory of what you were like before the fictional stallion's mindbreaking of you
>Maybe you should'nt have let this one fly under the radar
>It's one thing to have shameful fantasies
>It's an entirely different thing to fantasize about your relatives being involved
>Perhaps you ought to have a word with her
>She may only be a filly, but she needs to understand that there are certain lines you don't cross
>A shiver runs up your spine as you're reminded of your aunt Filly Flanks
>You really hope that sort of behavior doesn't run in the family

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Prompt:

Here's something simple, /mlp/

>You've grown quite accustomed to Ponyville ever since being teleported to Equestria
>You've heard talk about this odd pink pony around town
>After asking the mare who helped you move in, Twilight gives you a warning about this 'Pinkie Pie', noting her 'Pinkie Sense'
>You just nod your head, not taking her cautions seriously

>One day, you find yourself in Sugar Cube Corner, picking up an order for Twilight
>There she is
>She begins to talk
>After a long stream of seemingly random questions hitting you faster than Rainbow Dash in bed, the mood in the room suddenly changes
>"Uh oh"
Her tail starts twitching

What happens?

Response:

"Uh oh? What do you mean. 'Uh oh'?"
>"My tail!" Pinkie exclaimed
>"It's a twitch-twitchin'! That means something's gonna fall!"
>Suddenly, your jeans dropped to the floor
"What the fuck?" You say as you pull them back up, only for them to fall again
>Taking a closer look, you see that the button has fallen off, and since your belt was being repaired by Rarity, you had nothing to keep your pants up
>"Oh gosh Anon! I didn't know you felt that way..." Pinkie blushed and turned her head away, stealing glances at your crotch
"No, my pants just-wait, what?"
>"I guess that explains why my back was so itchy this morning!"
"Huh?"
>"When my back's super duper itchy, it means it's my lucky day! And my special filly place was real tingly too, so that means I'm gonna get some super duper secret fun hugs today! And then my dock twitched left twice, right once, down three times, and up twenty-three times, so THAT means that those super duper secret fun hugs are gonna be from a virgin stallion who I don't know very well!"
>"And since I already know everypony else in pony super duper well, that must be you!" The pink mare reached over the counter and booped you
>The sudden invasion of your personal space made you drop your pants again
"Wha? Pinkie that's-GAH!"
>You're interrupted by Pinkie dragging you upstairs by the hand with her mouth
>"Come ah! Ah'm drippim ike a fawhet!" She mumbles as she expertly walks backwards up the steps
>Any protest you can think of is taking a backseat to the task of trying not to fall on your face as you try to ascend the stairs with your pants around your ankles
>You're abruptly thrown forwards into a bedroom and barely keep your balance
>Before you can catch your bearings, you hear a firm click from behind
>Turning your head, you see a very lecherous looking Pinkie with her hoof on the doorknob
>"The Cakes shouldn't bother us during shop hours, but you can never be too careful~" Pinkie sang
>You quickly open your mouth to speak, but Pinkie was quicker as she put a hoof in your mouth to silence you
>It tastes like sugar and bits
>"Shh, it's okay Nonny~" The lusty mare leaned in so her lips were a hairsbreadth from your ear and whispered, her breath moist as a cupcake and voice smooth as the icing on it
>"We're gonna have a real party~"

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>Anon lands in Equestria
>Without vidya, he quickly gets bored of life with ponies and decides to go /out/ for a hike
>On the hike, he meets a friendly doe who goes by Deerdre
>She joins him and they pass the time talking
>Some time later, they run into her good friend, Doerothy
>She joins as well, and the three are having a grand old time
>Then, they run into a third doe, one miss Cowtalina
>Cowtalina, being the perceptive doe she is, noticed a tick on dear Anon
>Being quite a fat tick, Anon surmised it must have been on him for nearly the whole hike, and lamented that he must surely have Lyme disease
>The three deer did not share his morose woes however
>As a matter of fact, they were downright delighted
>The does shared a knowing look before Doerothy spoke up
>"Oh Anon," she started, "What a terrible fate has come upon you."
>"Yes, a truly terrible thing." Deerdre added
"What ever will I do?" Anon wailed, cursing the ponies' lack of modern medicine
>"Ah, but fear not," It was Cowtalina's turn to speak, "I know of a treatment for this accursed affliction."
>Anon was elated, what luck, his life was saved!
>He begged Cowtalina to tell him, grant him the knowledge of this cure
>The doe shook her head "Neigh, no cure. A treatment. To be administered multiple times a day, by qualified professionals." 
>Anon asked where he could find such professionals
>Cowtalina simply smiled a wickedly lascivious smile, as did the other does
>"Why, us, of course!" Cowtalina answered, the three deer puffing their chests in pride
>Deerdre spoke up, "And as professionals, we know that time is of the essence. Dear Anon, please allow us to administer the treatment at once."
>Anon consented, still too overjoyed to notice the predatory glint in their eyes and lecherous grins on their lips
>The three deer quickly took control of the man and proceeded to take turns sucking the very essence of Anon's being through his penis
>This, along with other 'treatments', became Anonymous' daily life
>It was only once he had given each of the does at least two children that he learned that there was no such thing as Lyme disease in Equestria

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>'Get an autistic cf' they said
>'It's like dating a mare with a dick' they said
>Why did you believe them?
"-said that the Crystal Spear had a lower unloaded weight so that made it faster, but that's retarded since the Ponyville Express has a better top speed to weight ratio, which is a far more accurate measure-"
>He hasn't shut up about trains for the past hour
>Although you're pretty sure that he's been talking for even longer since he was midsentence when you had woken up
>Apparently he was having some sort of disagreement with one of his fellow autistallions
>About bucking trains
>You're not really sure how, seeing as there's only, like, 3? 4 trains? In all of Equestria?
"-started saying some bullshit about 'thaumaurgical friction negation' to try and avoid actually responding to any of my arguments-"
>Why couldn't he be autistic about, like, baking?
>Imagine, waking up to the smell of a different baked good every morning, and he hand feeds it to you, acting all nervous and hoping you like it
>Sweet Sun, that'd be so bucking awesome
>But nope
>You're getting dicked by a colt who knows the dimensions of the bolts that keep the seats attached on a train
"-implied that he was sterile, then the fag was trying to think of a comeback, but I could tell I won cause he was about to start crying-"
>Hmm
>Maybe you can talk Anon into having a threesome with his cute friend

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"What is this?" 
>You gazed down into the cup in Chrysalis' magical grip 
>Filled with various, swirling shades of creamy green 
>"Eggnog." Chrysalis answered with a smug grin. 
>"You said that you would love to be able to taste it again, so I had some drones whip up a batch." 
>"Now, go ahead. Love it." Chrysalis lifted the cup until the rim of it was touching your lips, the liquid begging to enter your mouth 
>With how close it is now, you can see - and feel - it's actually more of a slurry 
>Holding back a gag, you gently push the cup away 
>It reeks of too much alcohol and you can smell slightly off milk 
>But you smell something else too 
>It almost smells like... 
"Chryssi?" 
>"Hm?" Chrysalis hummed, absentmindedly examining a hoof 
"What exactly did you put in here?" 
>Chrysalis scoffed, "Nothing dangerous, if that's what you're whining about." 
"Chrysalis, what I meant was, what kind of eggs did you use?" 
>She looked at you like you just asked if water was wet 
>"My own...?" She answered cautiously 
>She was very upset when you threw away all of her lovingly, hoofmade eggnog instead of drinking it

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>>40812766
>Be Anon
>Be big chillin at Nightmare Night-o-ween festival in Ponyville
>You went as a normie
>Be about five ciders deep when you see her
>Her beauty wraps around your heart like a rope, pulling you to her
>How her scales glimmer in the pale moonlight
>Her tail sways smoothly as the waves of the sea
>You MUST speak to her!
>The two of you hit it off and start talking
>Turns out she actually lives here
>How come Spike never mentioned another dragon in Ponyville?
>After whipping out a few cheesy lines you stole from romcoms back home and getting twice as drunk as you were before, the two of you head back to her place to end the night

>Be Berry Punch
>Be just waking up
>And be a little less hungover than usual
>That's weird
>At least you're facing away from the window this morning
>And that sunlight feels real nice on your back
>As you try snuggle deeper into bed, you grimace at the sensation of your matted fur rubbing against soiled clothes
>Glancing down, you see you're still in your dragon costume
>Hmm...
>Now that you're waking up a bit more, you realize the warmth on your back isn't quite like sunlight
>You crane your neck to see behind you
>And what a sight you see
>It's that weird minotaur from last night
>With less clothes!
>Pushing your rump back, you feel...
>You feel his dick pressing up against you
>And from the feel of it, it's a tad on the bigger side
>The thought makes you grin to yourself
>Yep, you still got it
>With that knowledge, you lay your head back onto your pillow and let yourself enjoy his warm embrace

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>"Your Honor, permission to sniff the defendant's crotch?" Swift Justice asked
>Judge Injury contemplated the request for a moment before speaking
>"I'll allow it."
>"Thank you, your Honor." Swift Justice stepped around the witness stand and proceeded to bury her snout into Anon's crotch, taking deep, rapid huffs
>Anon wiggled and squirmed in his seat
>He would have stood up if the minotaur bailiff hadn't been keeping him in place by his shoulders
>The jury murmured to themselves as they had a front-row seat to Swift Justice's now-dripping marebits
>After a few more minutes, Swift Justice's head shot back up
>She wore a doofy grin and glowing blush she hadn't had before
>Swift Justice readjusted her tie as she moved back into the main area before the bench
>"Now to start with my cross-examination." Swift Justice levitated a paper off of her table and gave it a quick once-over
>"Mr. Anon. Where were you on the night of August 12th, around 8 o'clock?"

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>Anon dragged his eyes up from his drink and to the mare next to him
>She gazed back with a deep sympathy in her eyes as her hoof rubbed circles into his back
>It's...comforting
>Though, he had no idea what she just said
>She was speaking some indecipherable pony language
>Most of Equestria spoke normal English, but it would seem that Puerto Caballo was an exception
>"No deberias ahogar tus penas en azucar, guapo. Engordaras." She said with a smirk.
>Anon smirked humorlessly around the churro in his mouth and shook his head
"Yeah, I guess I'm a bit more...morose, than I ought to be..."
>He had come here to get away from it all
>The constant monster attacks, the ponies without personal boundaries, and the entire system being rigged against him
>Just getting this vacation was an ordeal in and of itself
>But it would seem that not even the sugar sand beaches nor the ebb and flow of the tides were enough to wash away his melancholy
>Not if this vaguely familiar-looking mare took notice
>"¿Por qué no cambias el churro por una concha?" The pink mare leaned in as she asked, trying to make eye contact with the man
>Anon shrugged, taking the sugary treat from his lips and glaring at it in disappointment
"I thought it'd help me get in a more vacation sort of mood. Kinda just makes it worse," Anon unceremoniously dropped the half-eaten churro onto the plate with the others.
>Anon spun his barstool to look out at the shore, and the mare did the same
>Not a single scrap of garbage in sight
>No boats or jetskis or gross old people wearing far too little
>Looked more like a postcard than a real place
>"Oye, papacito." The mare said, calling Anon's attention to her
>"Mira, esto es lo que va a pasar. Volvemos a mi casa y te voy a mostrar exactamente lo que necesitas: muchisimos potros y una yegua adecuada para dartelas." The pink mare placed a hoof on his thigh and looked at him expectantly 
>Anon smiled and stood from his stool
"You're right," Anon ruffled the mare's poofy pink mane, "Life's too short to be dwelling on the past. If I'm not living in the moment, I'm not living."
>With a new perspective on things thanks to this pink stranger, Anon walked off to take full advantage of this trip
>"Puto padre..." The mare grumbled as she tried to fix her mane

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>>40971718
>"I could injure myself on purpose and still-"
"Woah woah woah, what?"
>Rainbow was taken aback by Anon's interruption, but quickly brushed it off and rolled her eyes, "I SAID that I could injure myself on purpose-"
"Why?"
>Rainbow grimaced
>"There's another thing, I'm a better listener than you and don't interrupt everypony."
>Anon ignored her words and pressed on
"Why would you hurt yourself on purpose?"
>Rainbow opened her mouth to speak but no words came out
>Her eyes swayed pensively from side to side as if looking for something
>"It...I just mean that, like, even with a handicap, I'd outperform you."
>Anon's concerned expression took on a more determined tone
"Then why not say 'With a hoof tied behind my back'? Or just 'Even if I was injured'?"
>Rainbow glowered at Anon as some of the wind was taken out of her sails
>"I...I dunno, ok?"
>Rainbow lowered herself down from Anon's eye line and to the ground, where she kept her glare pointed at the dirt between her front hooves
>"I just...It sounded right in the moment, I guess or something. Can we just drop it already?"
>Anon sat down on the ground to meet Rainbow's height
>Rainbow refused to look Anon in the eye as he leaned closer to her
"Rainbow, I know we're not the closest of friends or anything, but if there's something going on, you can tell me."
>Rainbow scrunched at Anon's words, her lip quivered and her ears folding back
>Rainbow then shook her head with a growl
>"Shut up! You're just trying to get into my head!"
>With a flap of her wings, Rainbow was airborne once more and hovering over Anon with crossed hooves
>Rainbow scoffed, "Guess I can't blame ya. I'd wanna be me too if I were you. Smell ya later, dork!"
>With a half-turn and another beat of her wings, Rainbow zoomed off in a multicolored blur
>Anon sat for a few moments, still processing the emotional flipflopping he just witnessed
>With a shrug, Anon stood up, brushed himself off, and went on with his day

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