More old stuff of mine I found in the archives.

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>"C'mon, Anon!"
"No."
>"But it's for science!"
"No!"
>"Pleeeeaaaase?"
"Twilight, no! I'm not having sex with a timberwolf!"
>A familiar country twang pipes up.
>"Aww, quit bein' difficult, Anon. Y'all know the Princesses want us to see what kinda critters you can make foals with."
>You grit your teeth and tear your eyes away from the whimpering timberwolf Twilight had tied up in her creepy "science" basement.
"Applejack, you know full-fucking-well that Princess Celestia and Princess Luna mean SAPIENT races."
>Applejack just looks at you like you asked her what colour the number 4 is.
>"Sapey-what races, sugarcube?"
>Fuck's sake, Applejack.
>Learn how to science!
"Self-aware, Applejack. You know, intelligent like ponies and minotaurs and griffons."
>Applejack scoffs.
>"Ah might hesitate to say griffons are any type of smart, Anon."
>...was that a racist insult against griffons?
>"And it ain't like y'all didn't already take both of'em to bed, Anon."
>Right.
>The griffon thought your dick was weird because it didn't have barbs on it.
>The minotaur, on the other hand, gave you an address and an invitation to visit in a couple of months.
>Applejack just looks down at the timberwolf with this big, dumb, thoughtful expression on her face.
>She stares long and hard at the captured animal, even going so far as to bring a hoof up and rub her chin.
>Finally, she nods and smiles.
>"Y'all ain't never had to deal with timberwolves before, have you, city boy? These here tree-dogs are a lot smarter than you think they are."
>Goddammit.
>You look around the assembled Elements for support.
>Fluttershy nods serenely; Pinkie Pie looks uncomfortably excited; Rainbow Dash is giving you this look that suggests you're wasting her time; Twilight has a quill and parchment floating in front of her, eyeing you intently; and Rarity flagging you with her tail.
>"What if I were to sweeten the deal, darling? I'll give you a little treat if you help our dear Twilight out with the experiment."

>Half an hour later, you exit Twilight's weird tree-library, buckling you belt and swallowing your shame.
>You try to forget the sounds the timberwolf made when you fucked he-it.
>Fucked IT.
>Not just the sounds; the warmth, the wetness, and the way that those weird vines constricted around your cock, milking it for your seed.
>You left the building when it turned around and tried to cuddle with you afterwards.
>"Anonymous! Anonymous, come back!"
>You stop mid-buckle and turn around.
>Rarity's galloping towards you in the way that only a tiny, knee-high horse can.
>"Anonymous, tell me you haven't forgotten our deal?"
>Rarity sits down and gives you the saddest look you've ever seen.
>"Oh, you have, haven't you?"
>She rears back and throws a forearm over her eyes dramatically.
>"So quickly you forget about moi! After all I've done, all I've sacrificed for you and your clothes!"
>You've seen these dramatics before, so you just stand there and wait for her to get it out of her system.
>A few more emotion-filled lines later, Rarity peeks out from between her hooves and, seeing how unimpressed you are, immediately goes back to normal.
>"Hmph! Oh, very well. Be that way."
>She turns around and presents her winking, onyx marehood.
>"Dig in, darling. I want to howl like that timberwolf."
>Your dignity is more or less destroyed thanks to your latest stint of debauchery, so you don't hesitate to shove your cock inside of Rarity.
>Right in the middle of the market.
>Right in front of everypony.
>To your surprise, nobody around you seems to care.

>Even when Rarity's delighted gasps turn into passionate moans and barely-contained shouting, nobody bats an eye at your display.
>One passing mare even complimented you at your technique.
>"Tail-pulling. I never thought of that one before."
>You're starting to feel the building pressure and pleasureable tugging in your groin when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
>Applejack looks a bit impatient and slightly annoyed.
>"Are you two almost finished, sugarcube? Yer in mah spot."
>That's right; Applejack usually sets up her stall here.
>"P-patience, dear!" Rarity gasps, drooling on the ground.
>"I'm sure we - oh! - will be d-done - right there! - soon, d-darling~"
>As your orgasm overtakes you, you grip Rarity's marshmallow ass and pull her hips as tight as you can against your crotch.
>Rarity gasps and groans as you fill her up with your spunk.
>She stumbles away as you pull out, doing her best not to step in the small puddle of your collective fluids.
>"That was... marvelous, Anonymous."
>She clumsily turns around and leans into your side, nuzzling your chest.
>"Do come by later, won't you?"
>You scratch Rarity behind the ears and tell her that you will.
>She surprises you with a peck on the cheek and then walks off.
>"Rarity!"
>Rarity freezes at Applejack's voice and, with a bit of a sheepish smile, cleans up the puddle with a burst of magic.
>"There you go, Applejack. All better."
>Applejack "harumph"s and goes about setting her stall up.
>"Y'all do yer love-makin' somewhere else, next time. Ah don't wanna hear somepony losing sales on account of you two gettin' in their way again."
>Rarity "hmph"s and walks away with her head held high.
>"I suppose I shall. Goodbye, Applejack; Anonymous."
>Rarity walks away, bow-legged and dripping fluids.

>You are Anon, regular fuck-buddy (sorry; "buck-buddy") of Rarity
>It's been about 3 months since you... did that thing that you did... with the thing in Twilight's basement...
>....
>And Twilight just called you into her library.
>She said it had something to do with your "reproductive experiments" and you hope to god she doesn't have another woodland animal chained up for you to rape.
>Because that's what it is when what you're having sex with isn't intelligent enough to agree or disagree to sex.
>More importantly, it's bestialtiy.
>....said the man who fucks horses.
>Your life is so messed up, you don't even know why you object to normal animal-sex any more.

>You open the door to Twilight's library and step inside.
>Instantly, you're beset upon by a timberwolf.
>You fall to your back and throw out your arms, hoping to fend off its attack...
>...when it starts licking your face.
>What?
>"Oh, Anon!"
>Twilight pops out from behind a bookcase and races over.
>She's looking more excited than you can remember ever seeing her; bar the first time she studied you.
>"Good news! Remember how we were trying to find out what race you can have foals with?"
"Unfortunately."
>Twilight ignores you and turns to face the timberwolf.
>"Roll over, girl!"
>The timberwolf gets off of you and, with a happy little woofle, lays down and rolls over onto her side.
>Your blood freezes as the bulge on the timberwolf's lower-tummy is exposed.
>Twilight jumps up and down in excitement and, when she's done, pats you on the back.
>"Congratulations, Anon!"