> Kaidan's Short Stories: Volume 2 - Mature / Gore
>  by Kaidan
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> 1. MS :: Two Bronies One Wish
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Mature Sex. Dark. Rainbow Dash, Human. M/F. TF/TG.








“Hey, Brian, you got a big package,” Kyle said.

I turned from the computer to look at him. “That’s what she said!”

“Haha, that joke still sucks. What are you doing anyway? Clopping to rule 34 Dash?”

“The one and only.” I clicked on minimize so I wouldn’t lose my place. “Hand it here.”

Kyle handed him the brown package. It looked like it contained a dirty bomb: extra postage, oily residue on the sides, and the corners were damaged. “I don’t know what you could buy off Craig’s list that’s worth more than the postage.”

“That’s the weird part. I was suspicious at first, but the seller was selling a golden lamp like genies come in for dirt cheap.” I got out a letter opener and ran the blade along the tape, cutting it open.

“So you believe in genies now? I don’t have time for this, man, there’s a new episode of My Little Pony I haven’t watched.”

“Wait, that came out yesterday afternoon, what were you doing?”

“Clopping to rule 34 Dash, what else? She’s best pony for a reason,” Kyle said.

“Heh, well if this lamp contains an actual genie maybe we’ll get a chance to meet her.” I pulled out the golden lamp and noticed it was in remarkable condition. There were no dings or dents, only a tiny smudge on the side.

“While you polish your lamp, me and my friends are going to watch the episode at my place. It’s another Dash episode.”

“Yeah, I know, I watched it last night.” I began rubbing the side of the lamp to get the smudge off, and felt the lamp heat up. It became so hot that I had to drop it to the floor. “Ouch!”

“What?” Kyle asked.

“The lamp, it burned me!”

It had landed on its base and the lamp began to spew blue smoke out. The room seemed to darken and the windows rattled as a cloud materialized in mid air. There was a flash and a large genie appeared in the living room.

“What the hell?!” I asked.

“You summoned me, master?”

“Holy shit! Dude, it’s a genie!” Kyle shouted.

“Yes, I summoned you. So I get three wishes?” I asked.

“Actually, you get one. According to the rules—”

“It’s a genie!” Kyle interrupted.

“I know, shut up! I want to hear what it has to say. So are the rules stuff like no wishing someone is dead or for more wishes?” I inquire.

“Basically, yes. The rules are as ancient as the bracelets binding me in servitude.” He held out his wrists. The skin was pale purple and the bracelet ornate and golden. They matched a golden necklace he wore, and I noticed his legs formed a sort of smokey tail that was still attached to the lamp.

“Okay, one wish—”

“What about my wish?” Kyle asked.

“You may both have one wish,” the genie replied.

“Alright, I’ll go first.” I picked up the lamp and walked towards my room.

“Hey, where are you going?” Kyle ran over and stopped me at my door.

“Dude, I just want a little privacy. Give me like, a minute, and you can make your wish.”

“Pfft, it’s not like I’m gonna copy your wish.”

I could barely restrain myself as I smiled, giddy and ready for my dreams to come true. “One minute.” I walked in and closed the door. I set the lamp down on the bed, and the genie followed.

“He can’t copy my wish, can he?” I asked.

“No.”

“Good, I wish i was Rainbow Dash.”

“Granted.” He clapped his hand and a vortex of smoke lifted me into the air.

My clothes vanished and I felt static electricity tingling across my skin as millions of hairs sprouted. I held my cyan blue fingers out in front of me, and watched them slowly melt together. My middle fingernail grew as my arms shortened like clay, the magic sculpting me into Dash.

I felt pressure in my groin that was unrelenting. Looking down, I saw my manhood flatten and vanish into my abdomen, and two teats sprout up alongside where my belly button had once been.

An invisible finger pressed down between my new pony legs, carving a slit into my new marehood. Waves of sensation washed over me as I felt it push in and expand, filling me up inside with my new sexual organs. “Ooohhh,” I moaned. My voice had taken on the sound of Dash’s perfectly.

The smoke released me and I fell onto the bed. I spread my wings wide and began to hover in the air. I looked over my legs, my flowing prismatic mane, my tail—everything was perfect!

“Thanks!” I tried to hug the genie but passed right through him. “Heh, anyway I gotta run.”

I darted out the window without pausing and spotted a cloud in the sky. The distance between us closed quickly as I flew towards it, using my magically gifted body. At this speed I burst right through it, and then landed on top of it. It felt as firm as concrete and as soft as a tuft of cotton.

Rolling around in the cloud I began to tear chunks off and rub them against my fur. The sensation caused me to shiver and tingle in anticipation. I licked some of the cloud off my foreleg, tasting the clean water within it.

My glance fell to my new slit, and I timidly poked it with a hoof. The lips quivered and winked from the light touch, I sat up and brought my hooves down to massage my inner thighs, enjoying the feeling of my sex aching to be filled.

I realized this body was like that of a cat, and as I bent further over, found I could just barely reach my labia with my tongue. I began to lick at my sex, tasting the sweet and minty flavor of my sex. This was truly a magical body.

As my tongue pushed a little deeper, I felt my vagina ignite in warmth. The teasing was becoming unbearable, so I pushed my hoof against the slit. My hoof began to get slippery from the lubrication and I pushed it in deeper, shuddering as my marehood opened up to accept it.



	

“Brian! Come on, it’s my turn!” Kyle shouted. He still didn’t answer, so Kyle opened the door.

“Ready for your wish?” the genie asked.

“Where’s Brian?”

“He made his wish and left. He seemed rather content to abandon me and my lamp here.”

“Typical, so I already figured out what I want to wish for. I wish Rainbow Dash was real, and she would appear and then have to do everything I say.”

“Done.” The genie clapped his hand and vanished along with the lamp.



	

I was panting like a dog, my hooves covered in the scent of my arousal. I grabbed a large chunk of cloud and shoved it inside my marehood, moaning as it filled me and turned to liquid. My first orgasm as Rainbow Dash was so close, I couldn’t wait to reach it.

There was a loud popping sound and I felt myself falling. I tried to roll over and flap my wings, but the ground had already collided with me. With a dull thud I opened my eyes and saw Kyle standing above me.

“You’re going to be my pet now. This is so awesome!”

 “Dude, what the fuck?” I shouted.

“That's not what Rainbow Dash would say. Come on, I want you to act like you do in the show!”

I rolled over and stood up on my hooves. It was odd being at waist height with him. “I won’t K—K. . .” The strangest sensation washed over me as I tried to tell him I wouldn’t obey. It was like a thousand bees buzzing in my head, making it impossible to focus on the words I wanted to say. 

I focused my attention on telling him it was me instead. It’s me, Brian! “Hey, my name’s Dash, fastest flyer in Equestria! What’s yours?” Dammit, that isn’t what I wanted to say.

“I’m Kyle, but you can call me Master. Oh we’re going to have so much fun, and I’ll take such good care of you. I’m gonna go back to my house and let Brian enjoy his wish.”

I am Brian! Kyle walked towards the door then looked back at me. “Come here.”

My mind began to buzz again as I held my hooves still. His command, to come here, was the only thought that wasn’t drowned out by the buzzing. When I took a step forward, the buzzing stopped. When I forced myself to stop again, the buzzing increased tenfold and began to cause a horribly uncomfortable itching in my brain.

I opened my eyes and the buzzing stopped. I had walked over to Kyle.

“Sit.”

My ass fell to the ground before I realized it had happened. Not wanting to give in, I tried to stand back up and immediately felt my willpower being smothered. What the hell? Is this part of his wish?

“Wow, that genie did a damn fine job. I’ve got the show Rainbow Dash! I don’t know what to do first, come on, get in my car!” Kyle laughed and hurried outside.

The attraction felt almost magnetic as I was forced to follow him. I could deviate from side to side in the hallway, but any attempt to turn through a door, or stop walking, caused my mind to ignite. Each act of defiance brought another jolt of pain, another bit of my sanity lost as my bad behavior was punished.

Finally I decided to just get in the damn car, and obey him until I came up with a plan. He had ordered me to act like Dash on the show. What would Dash do in this situation? How could I tell him I’m a human? Dash would never say that on the show. . .

The seatbelt buckled and I looked over at Kyle. “Got to be safe, Dash. Loosen up and smile a bit.”

Laughter filled the car in Dash’s signature voice and I smiled. “Thanks, Master.”

“What were you thinking about?”

That my name is Brian, dammit! “The Wonderbolts! Hey, you wanna race to your house? I bet I could get there in ten seconds flat.”

“Nah, I can’t let anyone see you so you won’t be flying.” The engine started and the car began to back out of the driveway, and then head towards his house. “Be quiet while I make a few calls.”

Dammit no! I opened my mouth to protest and it felt dry as cotton. Ringing filled my ears while my throat felt parched. All I had to do was say a few simple words, it’s me, Brian, and the nightmare would be over. Yet the more I struggled against his will, the harder it became to concentrate.

I licked my lips and tried to swallow some saliva. Instead I felt weight collapsing down around my brain. All I could think about, the only thought that made a damn bit of sense, was be quiet.

A tree passed the car which was traveling pretty quickly now. I forgot all about talking and looked out the window. Part of me wanted to stick my head out the window, to feel like I was flying again. I missed being in Ponyville, but I knew Master would take care of me.

Shaking my head, I turned to look at Kyle. I realized my mouth felt fine now, but I didn’t feel like talking. It would only hurt.

“Yeah, dude I’m telling you this isn’t a joke!” He glanced over at me and smiled. “Yes, Rainbow fucking Dash, from a genie!”

There was silence for a second and my vision darted into the air where an airplane was flying, leaving a long trail across the sky.

“Dude, I’ll give you $50 if I’m lying. Steve already agreed to meet at my house, if you don’t want in, then it’s your loss. But, I can’t have anyone know about this or the government may try to take her away or something. So you’re either in, or you’re out,” Kyle said.

“Awesome! See you in fifteen minutes.” He pressed the side of his bluetooth headset to hang up the call.

That’s right, I need to warn him! As soon as I recalled that Kyle didn’t know it was me, I began to feel my mind grow sluggish. No, I’m supposed to be quiet. . . maybe I can write my name down? Crap, how would I hold a pen in hooves? My mouth! I can write it with my mouth and it won’t be disobeying!

“We’re here, Dashie!” He hopped out of the car and went around, opening my door. “Get out.”

I tried pushing the seat belt release but my hoof was too large. Kyle chuckled and pushed it for me, then lifted me up into his arms. “I bet you’d love to have some thumbs.”

“Are you kidding? They look so weird. Spike has them and won’t quit talking about how great they are,” I said.

Kyle sets me down and I follow him inside. “Alright, this is my house. You’re not allowed to leave it for any reason. You will do as I say, and as any of my friends say as long as it doesn’t violate what I’ve told you. I’ve got one of those little closets under the staircase, and that’s your new room. I’ll clear the stuff out and anytime I haven’t given you anything to do, you’ll go to your room.”

“Awesome! Thanks for giving me a room.” The fucking closet? Come on man! my mind gets increasingly hazy as I swear up a storm in my mind. I calm down when I realize he has left. This is my chance to tell him who I am.

I rush into the kitchen and look around for a pen. There is one attached to the fridge but it’s too high for me to reach and knock down. When I spread my wings and start to flap they feel oddly numb and my mind begins to race again. No flying. It’s just hovering—but I’m not allowed to fly.

The room begins to spend as I struggle to stay afloat in mid air, finally crashing down against the countertop and knocking over the coffee pot. It hits the ground and shatters.

“What was that?” Kyle runs in, followed by Mark. I recognize Steve too as he walks in. “Dash, what were you doing?!”

“Shit, Kyle was telling the truth!” Steve walks over to look at me, and I realize he isn’t looking at my face. He’s staring between my legs and I feel my lips winking at him.

“I—I wanted to write—I’m. . .” The closer I get to revealing my situation the more painful it gets. It’s too hard to resist the spell.

“No flying in the house, in fact, no flying period. And no writing. What would a pony need to write for anyway?” Kyle asked.

Fuck. “Sorry, I guess I’m just not used to being around humans! I’m glad you guys are all so cool about this. I sorta crash into the library all the time.”

“Wow, I’ve always wanted to meet Dash,” Mark said.

I rollover and hop to the floor. “I have human fans! This is so awesome! Hoof bump.” I hold my leg out and Mark taps it with his fist. Help me, Mark! I look at him with my eyes wide, nearly crying, as he smiles and backs away.

“Come on guys, let’s get this party started. Dash, follow me downstairs.”

Fuck! Kyle has lost his last three girlfriends when they found out he had a sex dungeon in his house. His old girlfriend, before his current dry streak, had been into some kinky shit. Unfortunately, he hadn’t found a new girl yet who could accept the fact he had a ‘rape basement’, as one girl put it.

“Nngh.” The words catch in my throat as I try to protest and I feel my willpower being erased again by the genie’s magic. All I can think about is obeying, and acting like Dash, and making Master happy. My mind can easily recall things like Twilight’s library, but struggles to recall what I had for lunch, or where I live. The spell doesn’t want me thinking like a human, it’s turning me into Dash. I can’t even write now to warn him. Come on, Kyle, why don’t you order me to tell you it’s me, Brian? Work with me here!

The men and I all walk down into the basement, my body on autopilot as my conscious self struggles to resist and fails. I see Kyle pull out some blue pills to pass around, viagra no doubt. This is all becoming a nightmare straight out of hell, and I’m powerless to stop them.

“Dash is the perfect height, let’s bang her from both ends,” Mark says.

“Say, why not invite Brian over to enjoy this too?” Steve asked.

Yes, talk about Brian!

“He was a jerk, took his wish and ran off without saying a word,” Kyle explained. “Maybe next weekend I’ll invite him over and let him watch.”

No, dammit!

Mark walked over and looked at me. “Shouldn’t she be happier, like on the show?”

“She probably doesn’t have tons of kinky sex on the show. Hey, Dash, smile and enjoy this. Tell us what a naughty mare you’ve been,” Kyle said.

My lips pulled themselves up into a sultry smile. “Oh yes, I need a good dicking. I abandoned Rarity in Dodge Junction, and didn’t help Scootaloo learn to fly! I’ve been such a naughty mare.”

My jaw falls wide open in shock at what I just said. That’s not me, shit I need to think of something. Uh, can’t talk can’t write, maybe if I bite him—no, how about that one episode with the—

“Oomph.” I choke as something is thrust into my mouth.

“Don’t you dare bite me,” Steve says.

I feel the fleshy dick in my mouth, still slightly wrinkled. My lips seal around the base and my tongue can feel the veins throbbing slightly. The musky and salty taste should be unpleasant, yet the buzzing voices in my head are telling me to enjoy it. After a few seconds, I begin to explore every inch of his cock with my tongue, savoring the flavor.

No, this isn’t supposed to taste good!

“You think we can fill all three or her holes?” Mark asks.

God no, don’t!

“Mmph-hmm,” I nod. My tail whips to the side, exposing my tight ass and moist slit which is beginning to drip. Muscles clench tightly and I feel my labia winking at them, exposing the soft pink folds of my vagina to them.

“If you want to crawl under her, I’m not going to be staring up at Steve’s cock,” Kyle says. “Besides, how can I resist that ass?”

Steve’s hands grab the sides of my face and slide me down his shaft. He holds me there, just on the verge of gagging, and I begin to get used to the feel of his member in my mouth. I open my lips and find myself licking at his balls, disgusted with myself. As much as I want to stop, I can’t help but lap at him and enjoy the salty taste.

“Hold on,” Kyle said. “I need to get wet first and that means it’s time to find out if the real Dash is a virgin!”

Virgin? FUCK! I struggle to pull myself away from them and feel my legs turning rubbery. I lose focus as the spell forces me to stop, tearing away each thought I have about escaping my new life. I am left with nothing but a burning desire to be filled, and find myself swishing my ass at Kyle.

He grabs my flanks and his fingernails bite into my skin. He pushes the head of his cock past my labia and holds it just inside the pink folds. As he inches forward I feel a growing pressure. Something doesn’t feel right inside me, and begins to tear. I whimper, but find myself muffled as Steve is slowly sliding me up and down his shaft. I try to focus on swirling my tongue around his cock as my hymen tears.

“Wow, this bitch is tight. Looks like she was a virgin after all!” Kyle smacks my flank hard, probably leaving a red mark, and causing me to flinch. Once he pulls out my marehood begins winking, expelling some of my juices as it yearns to be filled again..

“Looks like she wants it bad,” Mark said. From my vantage point impaled on Steve’s cock, I can’t see Mark crawling under me. I can hear some stools or tables being maneuvered, a game of tetris to fit all three men inside me. I can feel Mark as he maneuvers underneath me and exposes his cock. He grabs the side of my stomach and guides me down.

He slides inside me and I find the pain replaced by the pleasure I had felt ages ago on the cloud. Warmth, comfort, a tingling deep inside me. I want to cum so badly, to have that orgasm I was denied earlier, but parts of my rational mind are still screaming at me that it is wrong.

While my pussy contracts against the lovely dick inside it, I feel a pressure against my ass and tighten up. The invading object pushes harder, and I feel it slip inside a couple inches. “Fuck! I’ve never been in an ass this hot and tight.”

I find myself wiggling my ass to get Kyle and Mark further inside of me. I can’t see how they’re doing it, but I can feel them both balls deep inside me. My ass feels so hot and tight around Kyle’s dick. Each millimeter in and out he pulls slowly feels like several feet. It causes my groin to burn fiercely with desire.

As Steve pushes a little deeper into my throat I almost gag, and regain my senses. I can’t enjoy this, these are my best friends! “Mmph mmph!” I cry out undecipherable words and feel more of my humanity slipping away. I’m a pony, not a human! My squirming turns to pleasure as it causes them to thrust a little faster and rub themselves against me.

I’m being sandwiched between them. They’re thrusting at the same time, filling me and compressing me until I can feel them all bottom out. As they speed up I begin to bounce around the three of them as they each find a different rhythm. 

With myself stuck like a pincushion I can do little but bounce back and forth between them. The burning sensation is back and spreading from my marehood. It’s so pleasurable that I focus all my effort on Mark’s cock, on getting my pussy filled.

I have to stop—but just once, so I know what it feels like. I’ll find a way to tell him later—to let him know it’s me—I just—

Mark’s finger finds the bottom of my slit and he begins to finger it. The sensation of being played with while filled takes my mind of my worries. He pushes around at my outer folds as another hand begins to squeeze one of my tits. My legs are beginning to feel like jello and the only thing holding me up are the delicious cocks.

I feel myself getting closer, the pleasant tingling spread all the way to my head. Mark is massagging my teats, occasionally squeezing them painfully. Yet, it is still pleasant.

Kyle is still digging his fingers into my flanks, and occasionally smacking them as hard as he can. Steve is yanking me up and down his cock by my ears. It is by far the most painful of the three, yet each time he lets go I find myself wishing for more abuse.

Several unfamiliar sensations occur at once. Something erupts in my abdomen and my muscles go rigid. I clamp down tightly around Mark, forcing him to push hard to re-enter me. I feel warm fluid shoot into my womb, and my pussy contracting to milk every drop out of him.

Steve tilts my head as he gets close to climax and shoves his dick deep into my throat. It cuts off my air supply and I panic, yet the orgasm only gets more intense. My neck is twitching and my vision is going white as my entire body burns pleasurably and trembles.

A hot load begins to fill my ass, making it feel ready to burst. Kyle has shoved forward and finished inside me, leaving me contorted and pinned between the three of them as they come.

I feel all the energy and willpower fade from me along with my orgasm. It was so incredible, so intense, that I forget why I was even resisting in the first place. As Steve pulls out I suck hard and swirl the last of his seed around my mouth. Somehow it is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten.

Once everyone has pulled out I collapse to the side, getting caught by one of them. I find myself laying on a mattress after a few seconds. “Her room isn’t ready, we’ll leave her down here for now,” Kyle said. “Are you alright Dash?”

“Y-yeah,” I stutter. My tongue rolls out of my mouth and I begin to drool. 

“Shit, Kyle, I vote you don’t tell Brian about this at all. I want Dash all to ourselves,” Mark said.

“I agree,” Steve said.

Brian, I’m brian! I struggle to get to my hooves, and although my body seems to be under no commands not to, I’m too exhausted to get more than a couple inches before I collapse again.

“Dash, you’re tired. Go to bed and get some sleep, I have more in store for you tonight,” Kyle says.

No, not Dash, Bri—Brian. I yawn loudly with my mouth stretching wide open. My eyes close and though I can still hear them, I can’t will my eyes back open. I’m so comfortable and warm as they set a blanket over me, and the buzzing is starting to fade away when I comply and start to fall asleep.

“Come on, I’ve got some really extreme bondage gear boxed up in the closet. Let’s give her an hour or two to acclimate,” Kyle explains.

Originally I’d wanted to turn into Dash and masturbate, and enjoy her amazing body. My wish had turned into an utter hell as I’d be fucked every day by my friends, unable to escape. What if it doesn’t have to be torture? Mark’s dick felt a lot better than my hoof. No—I don’t like my friends like that.

I moan as I sink into the mattress and curl up under the blanket. Despite being in a basement, this bed is very comfortable.

 This is bad. If this keeps up I'll have no way of telling them who I am. I'd be stuck like this and, well. . . that would be bad, right? I know I’m Brian, but at the moment I don’t care. It feels so good to just relax and not fight the spell. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try and find a way to tell him, or this weekend—yeah I should rest a couple days.

















> 2. MG :: Xtreme Alicorn Death Match
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Mature Gore Adventure. Trixie, Twilight. Two alicorns face off in the ultimate showdown.








Twilight was enjoying a cup of hot tea and reading a psychological thriller about a pony who trapped her friends in a basement. She had decided to take this Saturday off from her studies of life, the universe, and everything. It was far too rare that she relaxed, even less so now that she was an alicorn.

“Twilight, have you seen my gems?” Spike shouted. He walked down the stairs and started to cross the room towards her. “I was going to eat a couple but I can’t find them anywhere.”

“Spike, your gems are in the pantry—”

She was cut off as the wall exploded inward, sweeping Spike off his feet. There was a loud cracking sound as he hit the wall, and was crushed by a chunk of wood.

Twilight tumbled to the ground from the force of the blast, her hearing drowned out by a loud ringing noise. “Spike!” She continued to shout his name, but couldn’t hear her own voice. Everything seemed drained of color as she steadied herself and began to draw upon magic to recover.

Life seeped back into the library as she regenerated the concussive wounds that had been inflicted on her. Twilight ran over to where Spike had landed, and flung the collapsed wall off of him.

“No! Spike!” Twilight yelled. Before her lay the baby dragon, his head twisted backward and bones thrust from his limbs. Blood was pooling on the floor from the multiple fractures and he looked more like a damaged stuffed animal then a living creature.

She couldn’t accept that he was dead, so Twilight scooped him up into her arms and hugged him. The life was draining out of him, staining her fur red. She searched her mind for some spell to help, but it was too late.

“Don’t cry, you’ll be reunited with your slave soon,” Trixie said.

“You!” Twilight yelled, spinning to face her. Spike fell from her arms, bouncing limply on the floor. “How could you!”

“How could I? It was easy! You and your friends are a blight on Equestria! You ruined my life, Sunset’s life, Flim, Flam, Iron Will—the six of you are a menace and you are the ring leader!” 

Twilight felt her anger surging through her and her hair stand on end. Her barely controlled rage was threatening to make her burst into flames, yet she held her power back. As she took a few steps forward towards Trixie, a deep rumbling began to resonate through the ground. “Murderer! I’ll kill you for this!”

“Oh really?” Trixie asked. She flared her wings and smirked. “I’m an alicorn now, thanks to the help of Sunset Shimmer. It’s a shame I forgot to mention the spell would claim her life, but she would have given it freely to see you dead anyway.”

“Twilight, what’s going on?” Dash shouted. “Trixie!” She dove down towards the alicorn, prepared to tackle her.”

“Well, Twilight, let’s get this show on the road.” Trixie spun and charged her horn, unleashing a torrent of energy at Dash. It washed over the pegasus, incinerating the feathers from her wings instantly.

Dash tumbled to the ground, the beam still focused on her, as she felt her flesh boil off. She screamed in agony, only to invite the flames into her throat.

Trixie felt something slam into her side, and a second later rocketed through the wall of a nearby house, landing in the living room.

“Dash!” Twilight ran over to help her friend. All of her hair and feathers were gone, along with most of her wings and ears. They had been incinerated clean off, leaving Dash with flash burns over the entire front half of her body.

“T-Twilight. . . I—” Dash choked, coughing up some black fluid from her throat, and her head fell to the ground.

“Tsk, tsk, she should have known better than to attack the Great and Powerful Trixie!” the braggart shouted. “Now, for you and the rest of this pathetic town.”

Twilight began to grind her teeth and charge her horn. “For your crimes here today, I sentence you to death!” She fired a beam of pure arcane energy at Trixie.

She barely had time to deflect the attack, throwing up her shield just in time to send the beam careening sideways. It vaporized the walls on the lower floor of the house, causing it to collapse on Trixie. With her shield holding, Trixie took a guess at where Twilight was. She flung the rubble that had collapsed on top of the bubble shielding her in that direction.

Twilight was approaching the rubble when it lifted off the ground and was flung towards her like shrapnel. One of the larger pieces hit her in the face, dazing her, as she was flung backward into the library. She heard wood splintering and felt bones break.

Despite the pain, Twilight focused her magic to increase the effect of her regenerative abilities as an alicorn, draining some power to heal the broken bones. With an angry grimace on her face, she tossed the books and bits of wood around her out of the way.

“Fighting will only make your death more painful, and your friends too!” Trixie yelled. She focused her magic on a nearby house.

Twilight saw a few ponies looking out of the windows of the house in fear. The walls began to buckle and bend inward. The plaster and lumber began to crack and sizzle as it was compressed. Ponies inside the house screamed in agony.

She fired a beam at Trixie to stop her. It had only traveled halfway when a massive tremor shook the ground. The house had collapsed in on itself, forced into a point so small that it had vaporized and turned to plasma from the heat and energy released.

Trixie had just enough time to fling the plasma at Twilight as the beam hit her. Instead of throwing her back, Twilight’s beam cut straight through her. Trixie felt her lungs burn as the beam pierced them and exited the other side.

She turned to face Twilight as her lungs regenerated. “I’m an alicorn now, remember? Immortal, all-powerful, magic incarnate! I’ll grind you down to dust and vaporize it, Twilight!”

“Everypony dies, and today it will be you!” Twilight charged forward and fired at Trixie.

Lightning arced through the air as the two unicorns struggled to overpower the other. They were deadlocked when Trixie noticed Applejack and Rarity in the distance. Both of them appeared unsure if they should help their friend Twilight.

Twilight followed Trixie’s gaze and saw her friends. She then saw her opponent smirk as she diverted her magic to kill them. “No!” Twilight screamed. She shielded her friends from the blast.

Trixie took the opportunity to rip the library out of its foundation and slam it down on Twilight. With her opponent down for the count, she turned her attention to Applejack and Rarity, who both ran towards Twilight to help her.

Applejack felt her skin tingling, realizing it was the sensation that occurred before Twilight would teleport them. She glanced over to Rarity as she heard a loud pop, and a jolt of pain in her chest. Applejack gasped for breath and began to flail her legs.

Rarity felt ice pass through her midsection, stealing her voice. She glanced back and saw Applejack jutting out of her side. Blood was pouring out of the wounds joining them together, and each movement caused bone to grate against bone.

The two ponies were now joined into one. Their bodies had teleported together to occupy the same spot. The result was the painful and comical death of the duo as Trixie watched in glee.

Smoke poured out of the library as it caught fire. Trixie began to laugh maniacally at her victory. She had finally won, and had only two more Elements to kill.

The smouldering rubble began to rumble as the leaves were vaporized off of it. Chunks of wood, books, chairs, walls, and rocks in the ground began to levitate a foot in the air.

Trixie stopped smiling as she saw a brilliant white light emanate from the center of the rubble. Unsure what it was, she decided to unleash her full fury on it. It was deflected effortlessly off whatever was in the rubble.

Twilight flapped her wings and took to the air. Her coat had turned white as snow. Her mane and tail sizzled a vibrant orange from the flames that had replaced them. Both of her wings were made of a dark red-orange flame.

As she rose into the sky, Trixie and the town ponies brave enough to watch saw an incredible sight. The sun lowered itself from its noonday position until it was half-hidden beyond the horizon. The moon likewise raised itself, until it mirrored the sun on the opposite side of the land.

A fearsome alicorn princess bathed in the deep orange hues of the last rays of sunlight.

“You won’t win, Twilight! Half your friends are dead, and Equestria shall follow! I will rule the ashes of your petty kingdom!” Trixie yelled.

“No, you won’t. My friends won’t quit, the princesses won’t bow to you. We will all fight until our dying breath. Me? I’ve got a different problem. I feel like I live in a world of cardboard, constantly controlling my magic, afraid a single lapse in concentration will break something, to break someone.” She looked down at Trixie, pure energy pouring out of her eyes and mouth as she spoke. “Ever since I discovered my cutie mark I’ve made sure to never lose control, even for a moment, or ponies would die. But you can take it, can’t you Great and Powerful Trixie? What we have here is a rare opportunity for me to cut loose, and show you the full power of my magic!”

Trixie opened her mouth to reply as Twilight beat her fiery wings and accelerated. Before she had uttered a sound, Twilight’s hoof made contact with her nose. Trixie felt bones snap as she flew backwards, crashing through a nearby house.

Just when she thought it was over, she blasted through the far wall of the house, and felt at least two more houses collapse as her body plowed through them. The several houses she smashed through collapsed behind her.

Twilight teleported and was waiting for Trixie on the other side of the decimated street. She spun and bucked her up into the air, then flapped her wings to follow Trixie.

High in the air Trixie had curled into a ball, shielding herself and attempting to regenerate. Before she could, she felt the air warming up around her.

The full power of the magical leylines of Equestria flowed into Twilight’s horn. She threw aside her training, her self-control, and let the raw essence of mana power her attack. A beam of reddish-purple energy as wide as a house blasted down at Trixie, swatting her out of the air like a bug.

Trixie felt her shield cracking. Each ray of energy that shot through her protective bubble vaporized the flesh it touched and tore at her muscle. It took all her effort to not get vaporized on the spot, until she felt the ground rise to meet her.

Twilight watched as her foe hit the ground, plowing down a good ten feet deep and skidding for hundreds of yards into the distance. She descended like a flaming meteor towards Trixie’s crash site, landing on top of the mare and glaring down at her.

“Had enough?” Twilight asked.

Trixie coughed some blood up, and wiped it off her muzzle with her hoof. “Not even close.” She brought her hind legs up and bucked Twilight off, then attempted to mimic Twilight. Trixie opened herself up, letting uncontrolled energy flow through her like a conductor. She didn’t aim or shape the magic, she merely gave it the easiest pathway to manifest itself.

Twilight saw Twixie charging her horn. They had created a scar from central Ponyville and through the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres during the crash. Twilight was amazed Trixie had survived. 

Trixie had not only killed her friends and wiped out half of Ponyville, but she continued to mock Twilight’s power and didn’t have the common decency to die like the whelp she was.

She matched Trixie’s beam at full power. Twilight felt her mind expand, becoming aware of hidden truths and arcane knowledge long forgotten. So much energy poured into her that the flames in her wings and mane grew until they were several dozen feet long.

Her flapping wings radiated enough heat to incinerate the rest of the trees in the apple orchard, creating a burning effigy of her rage. Trixie could feel Twilight’s power overwhelming her own. The air temperature had risen so greatly that her very skin had started to blister and peel off.

Trixie struggled to avert her gaze and teleport away, but even a split second not focusing on the beam of energy locked with Twilight’s would result in her death. She felt herself being pushed further into the ground, ribs cracking like popcorn on the kettle. Trixie whimpered as she felt her heart stop beating, the raw arcane conduit of energy the only thing keeping her alive.

Twilight smirked as she felt the full power of the sun, moon, and all of Equestria rising inside her. The air temperature was so great that the ground had turned to glass—melted into an endless sheet of silicone.

Trixie felt every ounce of flesh melting off her like candle wax. Her barely animate bones remained the only thing conducting arcane energy through her horn. Organs had long since evaporated and her skull remained the only thing between the searing heat and her mind. Agonizing pain reached her brain, making her lose focus. She felt her mandible fall to the ground and then several bones falling apart. She was vaporized into oblivion a second later.

The air temperature continued to rise as Twilight’s magic drilled into the soil. She would ensure Trixie’s molecules were split into their most base elements. A strange sensation of wind swept over Twilight, and the fabric of reality seemed to unfold. She saw sparkling and heard snapping, followed by an explosion of energy centered on herself.

The heat had ignited the very air on fire.

A massive wall of flame spread outwards from Twilight, incinerating all in its path and consuming every molecule of Oxygen in the atmosphere. Most of Equestria never saw the wall of death coming, and those that did had only a second to pray to their deities.

Within minutes, the fiery death had swept across the globe. The oceans evaporated and the land turned into glass; Equestria was now the most expensive toy marble in the galaxy.

At ground zero stood a large scar and an indentation. A single purple feather drifted lazily to the ground. It was the only evidence left on the dead planet that life had once existed.



















> 3 M :: Poisonous Joke II
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Mature. Celestia, Pinkie, Dash. Vore.



Pinkie and Dash accidentally turned Celestia into a cake that Luna ate, now she's out for revenge. She teaches them both a lesson they will never forget by turning them into cupcakes and giving them to Luna. 

What could possibly go wrong?

An official sequel to Poisonous Joke. While not required to understand the story, it wouldn't hurt.









Pinkie and Dash accidentally turned Celestia into a cake that Luna ate, now she's out for revenge. She teaches them both a lesson they will never forget by turning them into cupcakes and giving them to Luna. 

What could possibly go wrong?

An official sequel to Poisonous Joke. While not required to understand the story, it wouldn't hurt.








Today was the celebration in Ponyville for Celestia’s return to good health. Three weeks ago she had been pranked by Dash and Pinkie with poisonous joke, and was not seen for days. Only three ponies knew the truth of what had happened to her.

Twilight and even Luna believed Celestia’s story that she had caught a contagious illness and quarantined herself for their own safety. The truth of the matter was that the poisonous joke had turned Celestia into a large, tasty wedding cake. Luna had devoured the entire cake upon coming to see why Celestia had not woken up that morning.

It did not end well.

Now, everypony was gathered in Ponyville to celebrate and Celestia knew just what to do to get even and teach Pinkie and Dash a lesson.

“Celestia, over here!” Twilight shouted. She waved at the princess and beckoned her to town hall. There were decorations everywhere and at least a hundred ponies that had come to celebrate.

“Twilight, my faithful student, you’ve outdone yourself,” Celestia said.

“It’s the least we could do. I was so worried when you vanished. I thought that Luna might have done something horrible to you.”

Celestia’s eye twitched as she bit her tongue. “Yes. Luckily, that is not the case.”

Twilight failed to notice anything odd. “We have a V.I.P. area and private rooms on the second floor of town hall. You and Luna can relax, away from the crowds of ponies, if you wish.”

“Thank you. Tell me, where are the other Elements?”

“They’re inside already. Were you looking for anypony in particular?”

“No.” Celestia smirked and looked down at her pupil. “Tell me, do you have your daily friendship report ready? I want to read it before the party.”

“What? You want the friendship report early? But I didn’t—I mean, I left it at home! Yes, at home. I’ll be right back and tell you all about it!” Twilight began twitching nervously and fidgeting until Celestia nodded, dismissing her. Twilight turned and ran home to make up a report.

Celestia found the two ponies she was looking for when she walked into the town hall. Pinkie was poking at the ground in the far corner, chatting with Dash. The pegasus glanced nervously at Celestia, who had threatened to banish them to the moon if they ever spoke of how she had been eaten and defecated by Luna.

“Greetings, my little ponies,” Celestia said with a smile. “How are you two today?”

“We didn’t say anything to anypony, we swear!” Pinkie blurted.

“Pinkie! Not so loud,” Dash scolded.

“Girls, I’m not upset with you. In fact, I’d like to thank you. If we could just head upstairs for a moment,” Celestia stated.

“Yes, Princess.” The two ponies followed her upstairs to the V.I.P. lounge, failing to notice Celestia lock the door behind them.

“So, uh, you’re not mad anymore then?” Dash asked.

“Nope.” Celestia’s grin slowly grew into a wide smile, stretching from ear to ear. A breeze caught her mane and the roomed seemed to darken ominously. “In fact, I’m about to feel a whole lot better about everything.”

Dash tilted her head in confusion, before looking to her left. Pinkie seemed to sense something she could not, as her mane had already gone flat. “I don’t get it.” Dash turned to face Celestia. “What’s going on?”



	

Luna had arrived at town hall late in the morning to celebrate with her sister. She had expected to find Pinkie stalking her as she had when Celestia had gone missing, but she was nowhere in sight. Luna almost expected her to be planning another of her annoying little surprises. Perhaps she would jump out of a potted plant and shoot confetti at her? She considered it a miracle Pinkie had stayed out of trouble this long.

When she made it to the second floor of the town hall, she found Celestia waiting for her.

“Lulu, so glad you could make it,” Celestia cooed. 

“Tia, I’m glad to see you are feeling better. What is this?” Luna asked. She walked over towards a large platter of cupcakes.

“I had Pinkie whip you up some cupcakes, to say thanks for running the kingdom while I was indisposed.”

“Thank you. Will you enjoy some with me?” She glanced down at the cupcakes, finding them divided into two flavors. On the left side were cyan-frosted cupcakes with bread baked into a rainbow of colors. On the right side were strawberry cupcakes, nearly sparkling from the thick layer of pink sprinkles.

“Of cour—”

“Princess Celestia!” Mayor Mare interrupted. “We need your help, there is a fire at the Golden Oaks library!”

“Tia, we will help,” Luna offered.

“No, sister, it is okay. Enjoy your cupcakes and tend to the celebration below. I’ll go handle the situation with Twilight.” Celestia turned to the nearest window and jumped out of it, flying towards the pillar of rising smoke.



	

Dash could neither move nor breathe. She felt as if she had been chopped into a dozen pieces, still acutely aware of each chunk of her body placed in a small cupcake wrapper. Her fur had taken on the consistency of icing from Celestia’s spell. She could still see, but only a small area next to the cupcake that represented her eyes.

Pinkie was trapped in a similar situation next to her, and were the two capable of making noise, they’d be screaming loudly. They knew that Celestia intended to feed them to Luna for revenge, and were horrified to even imagine what that would feel like.

Dash felt the tray move, and then magic plucked a piece of her up into the air. Her world turned upside down as the bottom half of the cupcake was bitten off. She felt a warm, slippery tongue pushing against her neck—or what would have been her neck if it was not currently a confectionary treat.

Saliva mixed in with the bread, swishing it between the pony’s teeth. Two rows of teeth closed down over the icing, cutting off Dash’s vision. She felt herself smothered across the teeth as her icing melted and spread. Dash tried in vain to scream again for help, hoping anypony would save her.

There was a strong suction against her and she felt that piece of herself slide into the pony’s throat. Hot, muscular walls contracted around her, balling her up into a slick blob of cupcake batter. Slowly she slid down the throat until she landed inside the stomach with a gentle plop. Her vision was nearly useless now in the pitch black depths of the stomach. She felt her flank get bitten into, despite being separated from it by several feet.

As the pony nibbled on her flank, Dash wondered what it would be like to have her various pieces slowly eaten, digested, reassembled in the colon, and passed out of Luna. Would it leave her scarred for life? Could she still be a Wonderbolt?

Another piece of Dash landed in the stomach and she felt the pony beginning to move. The stomach began to fill with liquid and she sloshed around as it contracted. Dash realized in horror she was being digested. Already she could feel bits of herself stuck to the teeth, in the throat, and dissolving in the stomach. Would she feel herself throughout Luna’s entire body soon?



	

Wheeee! Pinkie thought as a rush of fruit punch washed her down a narrow throat. She had seen Dash get taken off the tray, and would soon join her. The experience had been unusual, but Pinkie knew it could no more be avoided now than breathing could when she was alive.

So Pinkie decided to enjoy it. Each bite against her and every feeling of her various body parts in cupcake form being devoured. Some were nibbled on in dainty bites, other pieces swallowed intact. It was delightful how many ways the dozens of Pinkie cakes were being eaten. She had feared at first Luna would just shove them down her throat like a fat kid in a candy store. Pinkie considered herself lucky to be digested with a little variety.

Pinkie couldn’t see or sense Dash. She felt a stomach close around her and begin kneading her. It was full of liquid, and small bits of something else, something solid. She wondered if her and Dashie would be joined by any of the real cupcakes she had baked this morning. Perhaps some hard apple cider, or Derpy’s muffins would be next. Pinkie wondered if she would be able to taste one of Bon Bon’s treats if one landed in the stomach beside her.

Her only regret was that there were a hundred ponies having a wild party, and she was stuck in a tummy. She felt cathartic as her body dissolved into a state of warmth and spread into the small intestine.



	

Celestia returned from the library covered in soot and ash. Behind her was a downtrodden Twilight. They proceeded straight up to the second floor of the banquet celebration where they found Luna reclining in a chair.

“Tia, you look horrible!” Luna observed.

“There was a minor misunderstanding between Twilight, a friendship report, and a Baelrog,” Celestia explained. She glared at Twilight who still refused to lift her eyes from the floor. “Next time, Twilight, please just tell me you don’t have a report ready.”

“Yes, Princess Celestia,” Twilight replied.

“You’re dismissed. Go enjoy the party and say hi to your friends.”

Once Twilight had left, Celestia did her best to hide a smile. “So, Lulu, how were the cupcakes?”

“They were delicious, Tia. Thank you.”

She barely avoided giggling as she watched Luna pat her stomach. “Well, after you ate my cake I figured a few dozen cupcakes wouldn’t fill you up.”

“You’re correct. Would you like to go down to the banquet and see if there are any more of those little carrots on a stick?” Luna asked.

“That sounds wonderful.”



	

A day had passed since the banquet and Luna couldn’t stand how clingy her sister seemed to be lately. Celestia had become worse than Pinkie Pie, and every time Luna turned around she’d catch her watching from a distance or giggling.

Luna pushed the thought from her head as she went to work running the night court. She had a long and uneventful session. Luna had at least hoped for some idle conversation from the guards about the meteor shower she had scheduled for Thursday.

The nearest Luna got to excitement was receiving a letter from Twilight Sparkle, asking if Dash was in Canterlot for a Wonderbolt’s air show. Twilight also asked if she had seen Pinkie, though Luna considered her absence a blessing as her uncanny abilities were very creepy. She had sent a reply stating that neither Luna nor Celestia had seen them.

By the time Luna was done watching over the night, she ate a quick breakfast and sped towards her room. Luna didn’t want her clingy sister to hunt her down and attempt to “bond” or otherwise ruin a well-deserved nap.

Fate had other plans. As Luna rounded the last corner towards her bedroom, she ran into Celestia. After making a small grunt from the collision, she took a step back. “Oh, Tia, how lovely to see you.”

“Yes, Luna. I thought you might want to go for a stroll through the gardens on the edge of town?” Celestia asked.

“Tia, I just want some sleep. I think that ratatouille the chef served had some spoiled vegetables in it, and my stomach is a little upset.” She was only partly lying, for she did feel another large bowel movement forming.

“Just a quick walk then, it may settle your stomach. Come.” Celestia beckoned her forward, clearly not wanting to take “no” for an answer. Luna followed her outside and walked through the garden towards the small glade near the castle.

“So, how was the night court?” Celestia asked.

“The same as always. Everypony is asleep, so I didn’t get many petitions,” Luna stated.

“Well, you have a meteor shower coming up. Perhaps I can set the sun early and encourage some more ponies to come enjoy your night.”

“Really? That’s awfully nice of you! I have felt a little closer to you since you got back.”

“Me too, Lulu.”

Luna’s stomach rumbled and she found herself fighting her body to hold in her bowels. “Ugh, there’s that soup I was talking about. I, uh. . . need a moment, Tia.”

“Of course.”

Celestia stopped and watched Luna sprint into the nearby glade. Her plan was working perfectly to ensure Dash and Pinkie were collected in one pile, and not the sewer system. She had been getting tired of following Luna around like this, but it was necessary to ensure she be there to cast the reversal spell, and make sure she got both ponies in one spot.

Celestia waited as she heard several loud, wet noises from the cluster of trees. Luna was not having a pleasant time in there.

Once Luna had finished her business, she exited the forest blushing slightly. “Not one of my better days,” she explained. “I fear I really must get to bed now. Thank you, Tia.”

“You’re welcome. Sweet dreams, sister.”

After Luna had left, Celestia trotted into the clearing, finding herself using magic to pinch her nose closed. Luna could weaponize the odor coming off the pile of excrement she had left in the middle of the glade. 

Celestia began to explain herself to Pinkie and Dash. “I hope you two have learned your lesson about pulling pranks on royalty.”

She got within a few feet of the steaming-black pile sitting amidst the blades of grass.

“Now that you two have been through the horrors that I was put through, I think my revenge is complete. I can sleep soundly, knowing you would never dare to mention how you turned me into a cake and I got eaten. Now that you know what it is like, you can truly appreciate my benevolence at allowing you two pranksters to get off this easy.”

Celestia began to charge her horn and aimed at the feces. The fact that two ponies were current living life as that noxious filth amazed her. They were literally made entirely of it, and not only that, they were fully aware of it. They were truly helpless and completely at her whim. If she turned around right now and left they’d be stuck like that forever, knowing they were nothing but excrement. . . but that punishment was too severe, even after nearly leaving Celestia stranded that way. It was time to set things right, content they had learned their lesson.

“What do you have to say for yourselves?” She cast the spell on the pile, expecting Pinkie and Dash to emerge from it unscathed as the spell was reversed.

Nothing happened.

Celestia tilted her head and searched her mind for an explanation. She had collected poison joke, carefully crafted this spell, and made sure to perform it in a controlled environment. She had triple-checked the counter-spells and even used a squirrel to test the spell out. Needless to say, Celestia did not enjoy the taste of squirrel cake, yet it proved her spell worked.

She fired up her horn again, bathing the poop in magic. When nothing happened, she tried a third and a fourth time with no luck.

Celestia was baffled. This should have worked. This would work. “Luna…” she muttered. “She must have caught onto my prank. She’s probably getting ready to prank me again!”

She jumped into the air and flew back towards the castle. Celestia landed on her sister’s balcony and barged into the room, heading straight for the bed where Luna was softly snoring.

“Luna! Awake at once and explain yourself!” Celestia shouted.

“Wha—huh?” Luna rubbed her eyes and sat up. “Sister, what is wrong?”

“What did you do with the cupcakes I gave you?”

“At the banquet?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, I wasn’t really hungry. I put them out for the guests.”

“But you said they were tasty!”

“I told you they were tasty to be polite.”

Celestia’s jaw fell wide open. “You… didn’t eat the cupcakes?”

“No, Tia. Why?” Luna asked. “All the ponies there really enjoyed them. They said they were the tastiest cupcakes they’d ever eaten.”

“Shit.”


















> 4 Cutie Mark Crusader Sleepover
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------




Mature Random. CMC.

The site's first truly real-time "See This, What Do?" comment driven story. The CMC gathers for a sleepover where anything can happen.

All Crusaders are the legal age of consent.









Scootaloo climbed into bed alongside Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. They had just got done crusading and had decided they had run out of ideas to get their cutie mark.

“Well this sure is borin’, ah wonder what we can do while in bed?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Sleeping cutie marks?” Sweetie Belle mocked. She sighed and got comfortable under the sheets. She brushed against Scootaloo and felt her soft fur. It made her blush a little. Soon, Apple Bloom was under the sheets alongside them both.

Scootaloo made a rustling noise as Apple Bloom brushed against her and there was a soft pomf as her wings popped out. “Uh, don’t mind me,” she giggled. “Dash says this happens when a pegasus is growing up and around other mares. It’s perfectly normal.”

“Ah shit,” Apple Bloom said. “Ah think ah just wet the bed.” She jumped out of bed, dripping wet from all the piss that had soaked her fur.

Scootaloo jumped out of bed, knocking Sweetie over. “Gross!”

“It’s okay, Rarity will come toss those in the laundry,” Sweetie said. “SIS! Get your ass up here!”

“Coming, darling.” Rarity trotted into the room and smelt the urine soaked bed sheets. “Ew, gross!” She lifted the sheets up in her magic, accidently bundling Apple Bloom up inside. “I’ll be right back with clean sheets, girls.”

Inside the fluffy sheets, Apple Bloom thrashed around and shouted. Unfortunately for her, Rarity was a neglectful sister during the best of times, and didn’t hear her.

“I’ll just dry these off and put these back on her bed,” Rarity said out loud. She stuffed the sheets into the dryer and set it to a one hour spin cycle, unaware that she had just tossed Apple Bloom in the dryer.

“Wait! Help!” Apple Bloom shouted. She heard something click loudly, and finally found her way out of the mess of blankets. The world started spinning and she hit her head on metal, and began tumbling. She tried to steady herself but couldn’t.

Rarity heard a loud knocking noise and figured a horseshoe had gotten in the dryer. She went upstairs and went to bed because she didn’t have the energy to deal with this right now.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo was having a different kind of problem with the new bed sheets. The soft silk was caressing her marehood, and she was getting hard. Unbeknownst to her friends, she also had a dick. “Hey, Sweetie, where’s Apple Bloom?”

“Maybe she’s trying to get a vanishing cutie mark.”

“Wow, I had too much apple juice, I’ve got to piss,” Scootaloo said.

Sweetie Belle laughed, “but I’m not done getting my cutie mark.”

“What do you mean?”

Sweetie climbed on top of Scootaloo, setting her virgin marshmallow pussy down on her muzzle, muffling her cries of protest. “I gave you all that juice so you’d give me a golden shower. Rarity says they’re simply divine.”

“Mmmph mmph!”

“Now, don’t spill on our clean bedsheets!”

Sweetie put her lips on Scootaloo’s cock as it grew out of it’s sheeth. She massaged her belly, and then pushed down on her bladder. Scootaloo couldn’t hold it in, and began to spray her urine down Sweetie’s throat. She gagged for a minute, and some of the piss dripped out her nose. Sweetie then began to gulp down every drop of the golden liquid.

She then remembered that for it to be a golden shower, she’d have to get wet. Ugh, screw the bedsheets. She pulled her mouth off and let the golden stream hit her chest. It ran down her belly and onto Scootaloo. Sweetie flipped her mane around and let the urine soak it until it was dripping wet. 

Scootaloo finally ran out of urine. While Sweetie was distracted, she undid the poorly tied ropes and tied Sweetie spread eagle on the bed. “Oh, Dash told me about naughty fillies like you. She says she eats out with them all the time to teach them manners. Now I get to be your Mistress and make you do everything I say!”

“Wait, did I get my golden shower cutie mark?” Sweetie asked.

“Nope, but I can give ya a deep throatin’ cutie mark. Dash told me all about it.”

“Can ya shut up about Dash and just give me my damn cutie mark?”

Scootaloo sighed, checking the ropes and then walking above Sweetie Belle. She lined up her dick and looked down at Sweetie. “Alright, I’m gonna teach you to take it like a champ. You better not bite me, or I’ll jam it in so far you choke. Got it bitch? Now, call me Mistress.”

Sweetie was caught off guard by the sudden change in tone. “Y-yes, Mistress.”

Scootaloo pressed the head of her dick to Sweetie’s mouth. “Lick it.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Sweetie giggled and began to lap at the droplets of pre-cum on the tip of Scootaloo’s cock.

“Oh yeah.” She thrust her cock in past her lips, feeling the tight mouth and rows of teeth against her shaft. “That feels great, just swirl that tongue around.”

“Mmph!” Sweetie ran her tongue along the sides of the shaft, savoring the sweet flavor. If she didn’t know better, she’d say it tasted like chicken—not that Sweetie ate chicken. . . except that one time in Band Camp.

“Fuck yeah,” Scootaloo shouted. She pushed the head of her dick against the back of Sweetie’s throat, holding it in place while she gagged. “Take it, bitch.”

Sweetie managed to stop choking and tilted her head back. She felt the thick shaft slide down her throat and couldn’t breathe for a moment. Then, she found that she could tilt her head just enough to breathe. She sucked as hard as she could on the meat stick in her mouth and heard Scootaloo moaning her approval.

Scootaloo couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. She had always had to hide her penis from other ponies for fear of being ridiculed. Now that she was shoving it down Sweetie’s throat, it was true love. She could barely hold on as she felt a wave of ecstasy spread from her dick to her marehood. 

Marecum squirt out as Scootaloo approached climax, landing in Sweetie’s eyes. She gasped and sucked harder, wiggling her head to get the burning marecum out of her eyes. This pushed Scootaloo over the edge, and Sweetie felt the loads of her sperm flowing down the dick in her mouth.

Her stomach started to expand as load after load was pumped into her stomach. It felt amazing, and as Scootaloo finally withdrew it, she sucked as much of her seed out as possible. It tasted a little sweet and sour.

The door flew open and Apple Bloom stumbled in. “Mah unge! Et buernt mah unge!”

Scootaloo gasped. “What the hell happened to you?”

In front of them stood a fluffy yellow filly. Where there had once been their friend, there was now a four foot diameter ball of fluffy fur, with a tiny face buried near the front of it. The only spot she was not fluffy and yellow was her fluffy red mane.

“She’s fluffy!” Sweetie exclaimed. “Wow, I sure wish I knew another word to describe her. Let’s just call her fluffy, okay?”

“Yeah, works for me. I hate syndicates anyway,” Scootaloo replied.

“Synonyms, Scootaloo.”

“Shut up, bitch, or I’ll shove my dick back down your throat.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now, Apple Bloom, say it again but use your big mare words,” Scootaloo ordered.

“Airity shuved mah in dah ryer! Mah unge is buernt!”

Scootaloo finally understood what she was saying and fell off the bed in a fit of laughter. “She burnt her tongue! What a fucking scrub.™”

“Ah aent unny!” Apple Bloom said. Were she not covered in more hair than an Italian Stallion, Scootaloo might have seen the angry expression on her face. She ran over and jumped on the bed, then rolled right off because her legs could barely reach the ground.

“This shit is too fun—oh fuck! My balls!” Scootaloo screamed. She looked down and they had swollen to twice their normal size, like two bowling balls dangling beneath a filly the size of something not much bigger than two bowling balls. Also, they were very blue. “Dash warned me about this! If I don’t ejaculate enough, they could explode!”

“Asplode? Urh nu!”

“Can I drink it all? Explode in my, Scoots, it’s tasty!” Sweetie yelled.

“No time—ugh.” Scootaloo pulled a knife out of the bedstand, probably used by Sweetie to cut herself at night because she’s a fucking worthless filly that nopony likes. “Quick, Apple Bloom! Ya got to cut my balls open and drink the spunk! Just a little cut!”

“Hue! Hah taint reenkin nu spunk!”

“Please, Apple Bloom, you have to!”

Applebloom sighed and climbed onto the bed using her fluffy hooves, and took the knife in her fluffy mouth. She stabbed it into the left testacle and white cream filling began to ooze out. It landed on Sweetie’s face and she moaned in delight as she licked it up. Apple Bloom put her fuzzy mouth on the ball, tickling Scootaloo, and began drinking it up.

“Aww, yeah! Straight to the source,” Scootaloo said. She relaxed as Apple Bloom sucked the pregnancy-inducing venom out of the testacle. After a minute and several burps, she got it all down.

“Une moar!”

Apple Bloom cut the other testacle to drain it, accidently going too deep. The testacle popped, launching a wall of spunk into Apple Bloom’s fluffy fur. It sent her flying into the wall, where the combination of four gallons stallion juice and her fluffy hair caused her to stick to the wall like a wet noodle in alfredo sauce.

“Whew, so much better now. Thanks, Fuzzy Bloom!” Scootaloo cheered.

Apple Bloom’s upset stomach began to rumble and she got furious. “Hue cuvred me en sphuink!” She was so angry she shit herself, sending a cascade of feces onto the floor below her. The force of her expulsion caused her to pop off the wall. She quickly ran and jumped on Scootaloo, pinning her down with her retarded mudpony strength.

“Ew! Get off me!”

“Not teill shu like it all off!”

“What the fuck is wrong with your tongue?” Scootaloo said. Apple Bloom stuck it out, and she could see over half had been burnt off in the dryer.

“YOU’RE GOING TO LICK ME!1!1!!” Apple Bloom screamed in her face.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so?” She started licking at the fur, cleaning all the spunk and shit out of the foot-long hairs. After a minute she had cleaned about five percent of her fur. She stopped to catch her breath. “Well, if I see yellow pubes on the toilet I’ll know who left them now!”

“Hut up!”

“Fine,” Scootaloo said. She began to cough up hairballs and then continued grooming her friend.

“I see how it is, ya make your cousin from the Big Apple sleep in the livin’ room so you can have kinky sex!” Babs said. “Well, jokes on you, because I brought the Dildo Drill 9001!” She walked in with a ridiculous three foot long black dildo with white stripes on it. “Zebraharans always have the biggest dildos!”

“Do me! Do me!” Sweetie yelled.

Babs jumped up on the bed while Scootaloo continued licking spunky-hair off Apple Bloom. Unfortunately, it was very sticky and crusty and Scootaloo could very well be licking for the rest of the fic.

As for Babs, she hadn’t heard of a little thing called lube and pushed the dry dildo up against Sweetie’s pussy. Luckily, watching Scootaloo coat the walls in cum had gotten her wet, so it was only excruciatingly painful as her cherry was popped.

The dildo was at least five inches in girth and Sweetie felt something tearing. Luckily, her vagina soon expanded to accommodate the dildo. Since she was still tied to the bed, she couldn’t escape as Babs bottomed out inside her, lifting her off the bed slightly.

“Back in the Big Apple, we like to do things fast!” Babs said. She started thrusting forward and back as fast as possible. She had bought the special two-sided model so she was also bringing herself to orgasm. “Ah yeah, this feels almost as great as the time I let that Malao colt fuck me in the ass!”



Sweetie screamed as she came, feeling her flanks burning and her stretched pussy aching. Babs fell off the dildo and watched as it was slowly sucked inside Sweetie’s pussy.

“Shit!”

“What the fuck?”

“Urnt my unge ur cum?”

“Who the hell is talking?” Sweetie asked. She craned her neck to see all three staring at her. “What?”

“Your pussy swallowed that dildo whole!” Scootaloo said.

“Really?”

“Girls!” Rarity yelled. “What is going on? Oh Celestia! Sweetie, you’re bleeding!”

She ran over and put her hoof on Sweetie’s torn perineum. Rarity wasn’t careful, and her hoof accidently pushed down on Sweetie’s anus. Unbeknownst to them, Sweetie had just gotten her cutie mark in absorption. 

With a wet plop, Rarity’s hoof slid into Sweetie’s ass up to the elbow. “What the hell?”

“Sis! What’s going on?” Sweetie asked.

“I don’t know! I can’t pull my hoof out!”

Rarity felt the strong muscles of Sweetie’s anus grip her leg and pull it forward. It was up to her shoulder, where her body widened out. “Ugh, I’m stuck!”

“Oh, it feels so good!” Sweetie said.

“Sweetie, push! You’ve got to shit me out!”

Sweetie tried, and Rarity put a hoof on her plot to try and help. Unfortunately, Rarity’s hoof slipped and slid into the prolapsed anus. It swallowed the other hoof and started sucking Rarity’s other hoof in. Soon both legs were in, and her face was being forced down into Sweetie’s pussy. Not wanting to give her own sister oral, Rarity squirmed and tried to get away, until her horn poked Sweetie’s anus.

“Mmph!” was the last sound Rarity ever made as her head was swallowed in the anus. Free of obstruction, Sweetie’s rectum greedily devoured Rarity. She slid in like a greased dildo in a hooker’s vagina. Seconds later, Sweetie had a bulge in her belly, and three stunned crusaders looking at her.

“Can I go next?” Babs asked.

“Sur—”

“Why not Zoidberg? Whoop woop woop” He skittered over and dove into Sweetie’s ass, not even waiting for her to loosen up.

“Ah weel twy!” Apple Bloom offered.

Babs jumped on her fluffy fur and swam towards her pussy. Finally finding it, she licked frantically and felt Apple Bloom returning the favor. She stuck her tongue down into her vagina and felt it being tugged on.

The two ponies were approaching climax from the amazing filatio when their heads were yanked forward. Apple Bloom’s head was buried to the neck in Bab’s pussy. This made her climax, and pull Bab’s head into her own pussy.

The two fillies were now neck-deep in each other’s vagina, and pulling each other in deeper. Babs tried to push out with her hooves, only getting them stuck too. Apple Bloom made the same mistake, and the two ended up tightly bound in each other’s pussy.

They orgasmed again, and each time they struggled to get out, another orgasm would pull them right back in.

Babs’ tail swished against Sweetie’s hungry hungry anus, and was swiftly devoured. The two ponies stuck forever in cloitis were pulled into the starving black maw that was Sweetie’s ass.

Sweetie felt her back burning as a pair of wings sprouted on it. Having just devoured another two ponies she had evolved into an alicorn. She was now the official Princess of Anal Vore. It was a respected title, if only because she could eat you alive with her ass. She was strong enough to snap the ropes binding her off and look at her flanks. On one was an Alpha sign, and on the other was Omega.

“That was so awesome!” Scootaloo cheered. “Hey, is your ass winking at me?”

Scootaloo leaned in closer and felt a gust of wind. Sweetie’s ass opened up and sucked her in like a vacuum cleaner. She tumbled inside and bumped against a writhing mass of orgasming ponies.

“Oh no, I ate all my friends!” Sweetie said. She then noticed the bed sheets were being sucked into her gaping asshole. She hopped off the bed, only to find to her horror the bed was also sucked into her ass. Sweetie was the size of a small truck at this point, and tried to point her ass away from the furniture.

After the wardrobe, a witch, and a lion had been sucked into the massive black asterik between her asscheeks, the walls of the house itself collapsed and were drawn into the ever-increasing mass that was Sweetie Belle.

Moments later, she found herself laying on her growing belly, sucking in all the nearby buildings in Ponyville. Nearly three blocks had been completely cleared when she felt it stop.

“Thank Celestia!” Sweetie said. She turned around to see if Twilight’s library had survived and maybe she could help. Unfortunately it had not. She did see one of Spike’s marbles slowly rolling across the ground.

“That’s odd.” She watched the tiny marble pick up speed as it rolled towards her. Both ass cheeks began to tremble as her anus greedily sucked the small sphere towards it.

“Uh oh.” Sweetie squirmed to move, but it was too late. The marble left the ground and hit terminal velocity, slamming into her anus and causing her to reach critical mass.

There was a massive explosion and Sweetie felt the fabric of reality vibrating around her. All of Equestria winked into a miniscule string of protons, gluons, and other timey-wimey stuff, as it was sucked into her ass.

She found herself, breathless, in outer space as the sun, moon, and other celestia bodies were sucked into her ass. Sweetie was larger than she thought possible and felt like she was going to burst. The entire galaxy was sucked up her ass, and the universe soon followed.

Just when Sweetie thought she’d stop growing, she felt herself being sucked into her own ass. She screamed as her body quivered and collapsed in on itself. Every nerve in her body was compressed millions of times smaller than the tiniest neutrino. 

The last thing she felt was incredibly heat as her body vaporized in a big bang.

But life will go on.

A few billion years later on a homely little planet called Earth, two amino acids joined. One was orange with purple hair, the other yellow with red hair. It was from these two amino pony acids that the first protein formed, that would give rise to a new race of lifeforms.

What could the future hold for this species?

“Well, I for one sure can’t wait to see!” Pinkie shouted. She jumped up and down on a rock over the pool of amino acids with Gummy on her back. Gummy slipped, and Pinkie dove to catch him. “Whoops!”

The rock slipped and fell into the pool of amino acids, destroying them and all the proteins inside them, thereby eliminating all life in the galaxy.

“Fuck, not again!” Pinkie said. She trotted over to a blue box and got inside. It then faded from view, leaving the bleak and barren landscape a little worse for wear, but otherwise the same as when she had gotten there.



	

“Dammit, Q, enough of your games!” Picard shouted. “I know you’re full of shit, but this is too far! It’s time to draw a line, this far, no further! There is no fucking way the universe was created by a sentient race of ponies that got sucked into the anus of a small filly!”

“Believe what you will, Picard. You humans always were so narrow-minded. I was just trying to open up your horizons,” Q said.

He facepalmed and shook his head. “Number one, make a witty remark for me. I just—I don’t even know what to say to this.”

Riker looked over at Q. “Why don’t you snap your fingers and um . . . actually, you remember those slave girls from Risa that I told you to get rid of earlier? Have them meet me in the ready room and you can do whatever the fuck you want to Picard.”

“What?” Picard said.

“Granted!” Q snapped his fingers, locking Riker and the two beautiful slave girls in the ready room to have tons and tons of sex.

“I would kill you if I could you insufferable ape,” Warf said.

“Eat any good—”

“It’s okay, Picard,” Daniel Jackson said. He descended from the higher plane of existence he and the other Ancients lived on to offer him comfort. “I know the Q’s are a bunch of immature children, but I’ve come to re-assure you with riddles and platitudes because my laws forbid me from directly influencing the events of any lower life forms.”

“In other words, he can watch me turn you into a Klingon tapeworm in a Ferengi’s ass, and comfort you, but not stop me,” Q explained.

“Well, when you put it that way. . .” Jackson said.

“I don’t know, I kinda liked the pony part of the story!” Westley Crusher said.

“Holy shit, what’s he still doing here?” Jackson asked.

“I didn’t have the heart to snap him out of existence,” Q said.

“This one is on the house.” In a brilliant white flash, Daniel Jackson erased Westley from existence. It was as if he never existed at all, and it pleased everyone greatly.

There was a loud screech and an explosion on the bridge as Twilight appeared, beaten and scarred in a black cat suit. “Twilight, I’ve come to warn—fuck! I teleported to the wrong dimension again!”

“Now do you believe me?” Q asked.

“No, no, no! Now I’m over four billion years tardy! This is bad, real bad!” Twilight shouted. “How on Equestria will I fix this?”

“Allow me,” Q said. He snapped his fingers, turning her into a purple plushy with fully articulated pussy. “Anyone mind if I go first?” He asked. He then teleported off the bridge with his new sex toy.

“Yeah, I’m out of here too,” Jackson said.

With his bridge now cleared, Picard looked over to Warf. “Just activate the self-destruct. I don’t want to live in this fucking world anymore.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Gummy licked the crust off his eyes as he woke up. Looking to his left slept the imbecile he called master, Pinkie Pie. She was bouncing up and down on the bed, ruining a perfectly good dream Gummy had been having.

He sighed and crawled out of bed, licking his sore gums. He wished he had just a few teeth to kill Pinkie with, or enjoy some bacon, but alas he had only his gums after the extraction. He chewed on the leafy greens in his food bowl and vowed that when he grew up and his permanent teeth came in, the pink bitch would be first to die.

Gummy sighed and went back to writing his cartoon script. Once he’d rid Ponyville of the pink one, he would submit his script titled Futuredama to Colt Broadcasting and become famous. One day Gummy would have all the ponies he could eat.

One day.














> 5. M/Da/Sex :: Cult of Bronies
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** {Mature} {Sex} {Dark}{Human} **


 Far darker than any other fic in this compendium 






Four bronies find an ancient ritual to summon and bind a pony as their sex slave. What they don’t know is where these ponies come from, and for one brony this means they’re about to have a very bad day.

Warning: You probably shouldn't let your kids read this.
Story prompt/Request by: The Parasprite
Part of my one-shot week.


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It was a sunny day in Azeroth. There was not a cloud in the sky over Goldshire, nor was there room left to lay down in the basement of the inn. As the birds chirped and the bees buzzed, two dozen Night Elf and Tauren druids made passionate cyber sex in the dank basement.

It was as Jacob sat there, rubbing one out into his generous supply of tissues, that his friends stopped by. His roommate Adam let them in. Mark and Justin were going to be moving in this four bedroom house with them soon. It had a large basement that was perfect for what they had in mind.

With no shame, Jacob finished himself in front of his friends and logged out of World of Cowsecks.

“Did you guys bring the reagents?” Jacob asked.

“We sure did,” Justin stated. “Once we complete the ritual, we’ll be set for life!”

The four bronies headed downstairs into their real basement, where they would have real sex with different species, and for once the sexy Tauren on the other end of the internet connection wouldn’t be a forty-four year old man.

There was a stone altar onto which a single bowl was placed. Justin and Mark set down the boxes and bags they had carried in. Jacob started repainting the hexagram around the altar, while Adam checked all the bondage gear around the basement. They would soon have one, maybe more, beings living here permanently. 

Mark filled the bowl, starting with the pinkie finger bone of a cadaver. It was followed by the eye of a toad, the wing of a bat, and several other cliché ingredients that cannot be bought, sold, or traded; except on Craig’s list.

The last ingredient was the most important of all. Mark stepped back as Justin and Jacob opened up the black duffel bag squirming on the floor. They lifted the strictly hogtied virgin female onto the altar. The bronies chanted words of encouragement, as Jacob slid a knife across her throat.

“Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile.”

The virgin flailed violently, her blood filling the bowl and splattering everywhere. She finally went limp, and rolled off the altar.

“Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile.”

Adam walked in and dropped a match in the bowl, creating a cloud of purple smoke.







Elsewhere, a man in his early twenties sat at his computer writing about My Little Ponies. He was not the sort to write happy-go-lucky stories about Trixie, in vain attempts to get featured on popular unbiased websites. No, this brony loved to write about rape and porn—often at the same time.

Suddenly there was an explosion.

His computer monitor had burst into flames, and the smell of sulfur filled the air. The room went dark and he felt a sucking sensation, like his body was being forced through a small hole in the wall.

He closed his eyes as pain spread down his spine, and he felt his arms and legs burning away. The chair and desk floated away as darkness closed around him. He could feels his fingers and toes fusing together. Hair began to sprout from his skin and felt like thousands of ants biting him.

Something burned in his groin as he felt a powerful suction in his stomach. Looking down he was able to watch as his dick shrank, being sucked inside him. His balls began to tingle until they too were absorbed inside. He tried to scream, but his entire face was being molded into a new shape.

Memories of a life spent writing about ponies and chasing skirt faded away. Family, friends, work, his car; everything became meaningless as a haze fell over his brain. He heard bones snapping and morphing, adding joints to his arms and legs and causing his hands to morph into solid blocks of bone.

A sharp pain stabbed down his spine and exploded out his ass. He looked down and saw malformed strands of leathery hair. He then felt something hit his chest, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He felt his body being compressed and sucked through a straw, crushing every inch of his body. It then expanded instantly.

He then landed on four feet, and felt his hair bristling along his entire body. Opening his eyes, he saw cage bars all around him. On the other side of the bars was an assortment chains, manacles, restraints, and bondage toys. There was a rack, a hangman’s noose, latex sheets, large dildos, and literal shackles bolted into a brick wall.

“What the hell?” he asked.

“Rose Lips, what did we tell you about talking when not spoken to?” Jacob asked. He turned on a hose and began to spray her down with cold water.

“Oh God, what the hell’s happening?!” Rose shouted.

Mark walked over with a broom stick and poked her sharply in the side. “Shut up, slut!”

“But I—what—” He looked at his hands, only to find them covered in violet hair. He had been—should still be a human, yet there were two hooves where his hands should be. Glancing at his stomach, he saw two nipples and beneath these a long, vertical pink slit where his dick should be. Flowing strawberry red hair formed a long tail that partly covered his hind legs.

He came to the horrifying realization he was now female.

Something wrapped around her neck and tightened down. She looked to her side to find one of the men holding a pole. Kicking at the bars proved useless and she fought to tear the device off her neck. At the end of the pole was a loop that had tightened around her neck, and he used it to maneuver her out of the cage once it was unlocked.

She ran around, trying to overpower the human holding the other end of the six foot pole. No matter how hard she tried, her hooves slid across the cement floor. She simply didn’t have the strength to overpower the human towering over her.

“This will go much easier for you, Rose, if you stop acting like a lunatic and accept your place. You are our pet. You have always been our pet,” Jacob instructed. “We feed you, shelter you, allow you to fuck us.”

"But I-I don't—" 'Rose' stammered, unable to produce a suitable response to this bizarre development. "Wh-what's going on?"
 
"You're sick, Rose."
 
"N-no I'm—Rose is not my name—I know it's not."
 
"Your name is Rose, even though you forget it sometimes," said Jacob.
 
"That is NOT my name!" she screeched. Jacob slapped her across the face, and she fell back, shocked by the brutal treatment. Her sudden cowering provided Mark with a chance to cover her with a towel and begin rubbing invasively to dry her off.
 
"You're sick," Jacob repeated sternly. "You're delusional and a danger to yourself and others. We've put up with your insanity, and tried to find medicines, but you're just too insane to be cured or to go back to living in real society. You're a dumb, frothing animal; a pet, and nothing more. We could have had you put down when you first started acting this way, but we didn't, and you should be grateful for it, you filthy little whorse!"

“No,” she whimpered, ceasing her struggles. “I’m some stupid animal. Would you really kill me?”

“If you keep acting feral, then yes. At this point only person who can fix your paranoia is you. A good place to start is by remembering the rules.”

“What rules?!” she babbled. Mark was drying her off, and rubbing the towel against her labia. She moaned at the pleasurable sensation. She then realized that feeling of a pending orgasm, and her face flushed with guilt. Rose wasn’t supposed to be enjoying having her pussy touched by other people.

“Our house rules for you, Rose Lips, don’t tell me you forgot them! Sometimes I think you’re faking this illness to fuck with me!

“I’m not! I really don’t remember!”

 “The first rule is: you only speak when asked a question. We used to let you roam the house and yard freely, but you started scaring our guests. You even bit our mailman.  The second is: you address us all as master. You constantly act like an unruly child, refusing to obey us. The third is: you must obey all of our orders and please us in any way we wish. You used to love us almost as much as we love you, and now no matter how often we show you our love by fucking us you don’t appreciate it”

“What the hell is—” Jacob cut her off by slapping her muzzle. “Stop slapping me, you asshole!” she whimpered and began to cry. It was too much to take in, and here were four grown men three times her height, and ten times stronger. Her alien body and the after effects of having her sex rubbed were throwing her off balance.

“That’s Master to you. You’re only going to confuse yourself more if you keep speaking. Let us show you how you’ve spent the last few years,” Adam said. He walked over to her.

Jacob smiled. “This worked perfectly, Adam, now we just need to work on the bitch’s memory.”

“What worked perfectly? You said I’ve always been—”

“Gag her,” Jacob ordered.

“No, please let me speak to you!” She looked up and saw the gag approaching. “Please! . . . Master.”

The bronies laughed as Adam fastened a ring gag into the pony’s mouth. “There, Jacob, she won’t be whining anymore.”

“Let’s get her hooked up.” Jacob pinned her to the floor with his wait as Justin walked over with two spreader bars. He strapped one onto a hind leg and, realizing what he was doing, she started to squirm and kick with her legs. Jacob tightened his grip around her chest, robbing her of the ability to breathe. She froze and whimpered, feeling the second strap tighten around her back leg.

They release her hind legs and she found them stuck three feet apart in a painful position. She then saw them lining another spreader bar up for her front legs. Rose curled her legs against her chest and batted at their hands with her head. With Mark on one leg and Jacob on the other, they yanked them away from her chest while Justin strapped the spreader bars on.

With her legs locked apart, she felt a strange tingling in her forehead. Rose heard metal tools rattling and something crash on the other side of the room. She felt a warm glow around her forehead that reached out around the room, knocking things over. Jacob kicked her in the side, causing her magic to cease.

Adam lifted her up onto a table that put her at waist height with the men. “You know,” Adam said, “We should do something about her horn, since she won’t behave.”

Rose’s eyes went wide and she tried to look up at her forehead. She began mumbling and twisting her neck trying to find this horn they mentioned. If she could control it, and quickly, she could still fight back.

“I suppose it’s for the best, we can’t have a crazy, disobedient pet learning to use magic,” Jacob added.

She saw a hacksaw get pulled out of a nearby cabinet, and felt it graze against her horn. A painful tingling sensation shot down her spin and into her limbs. Rose thrashed helplessly against her restraints, her heart racing. She was terrified, not just of what was happening to her, but of what would happen to her. These men seemed to be tired of dealing with her misbehavior, but she was only misbehaving because she didn’t understand what she was doing wrong.

As Adam and Justin pinned her head to the table, Jacob sawed through the horn. Each pull of the hacksaw sent another painful wave of pinpricks and needles down her nerves and through her brain. Her muscles tightened up and refused to loosen as her horn was slowly sawed off.

Her horn mercifully went numb and she heard something snap off. Jacob laughed and tossed the severed horn and hacksaw onto his work bench. “A good pet wouldn’t need a horn anyway, you’re lucky we let you keep it this long with all your bad behavior, Rose.”

“Calm down,” Adam said. “We’re doing all this so you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Guahah! Gaaggahugh!” she wailed.

Rose thrashed furiously, upset at being stripped of her ability to communicate. There were nagging inconsistencies in their story that were almost as upsetting as her cloudy memory and inability to recall her past! If what they said was true, then she was sick and needed their help. Why then were they being so short with her when she speaks? Was it really a punishment for forgetting to call them master?

Mark wrapped electrical tape around her tail, forcing it to stand on end and leave her pussy exposed.

“Ready to get fucked?” Jacob asked.

“Mmph mph!” she mumbled.

“Wrong answer,” Jacob said. He took his pants off and started rubbing his dick.

Rose tilted her head as her eyes went wide in fear. Justin was turning on a video camera to record everything that happened. Then she felt Mark grab her. He stuck his hard dick into her mouth and she began to choke on it. She was afraid he wouldn’t care if she choked to death, and tried halfheartedly to get his dick out of her mouth. He grabbed her ears and pulled her head down to the base of his shaft. He began to thrust his cock roughly and pumped deeper and deeper into her throat.

Just as she thought this nightmare couldn’t get any worse, she felt something slippery against her ass. Justin was behind her, his dick lubed, and sliding through her anus. It was far too tight and the stretching hurt Rose as he entered her. Tears flowed from her cheeks and she began to emit a squealing sound, like a young pig. She stuggled to convey a single word, ‘why?’, but it was muffled by the cock filling her throat.

Rose then felt his fingers reach past her labia and begin to massage her pussy. There were many questions on her mind as she was painfully violated. The first was, how the hell did I forget who I was? The second was, what the fuck did I do to deserve to get raped? Part of her wasn’t even sure it was rape. After all, they were her masters and she was their pet. 

Also, there was something arousing about how his fingers were pinching her labia. She was frustrated at her inability to make them stop, because the longer they went at it, the more she enjoyed it. Rose couldn’t even consider it rape if she enjoyed it. She felt ashamed, and continued to beg them to stop. It was disgusting to be turned on like this, but the penis proved too effective a gag for any of her complaints to get through.

“Oh yeah, just like I always thought it would feel when viewing rule 34 on Derpykangaroo.com!” Mark said.

“Yeah, check this out,” Justin said. He started thrusting his fingers into her snatch while he fucked her ass. Rose was whimpering from the pain when she felt something fill her up inside, easing her sorrow. For a moment, she forgot that she was ashamed to be aroused at this. Rose felt good, and then he pulled his fingers out. She went back to feeling awful, wishing he would put his fingers right back where they had been.

Justin continued to push deeper into her vagina as her juices coated his finger. Rose pushed the thoughts of the pain out of her mind and began to push her plot against his fingers. He pushed a little too hard and with a wet plop, his whole hand forced it’s way up her pussy.

Rose tensed up, clenching down on his fist in shock. Justin began to use his hand for leverage to drive his dick even further into her ass. Just as she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she came. The orgasm rocked her, and it was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. It ended too soon, mostly due to her struggles to breath and the sharp pains in her ass. Rose was left in an even more horrified state, now fully aware of how badly she wanted to be fucked, despite her attempts to convince them not too.

She squealed in protest as her confused body struggled to separate the pains in her ass and mouth from the small amount of pleasure at having her vagina fisted. Rose cried from the pain, and the horror of being used so thoroughly in a body she wasn’t even sure was hers. She felt the building sensation of another orgasm and wished she could make it all go away.

Mark slapped her muzzle, then yanked her mane to thrust his cock back in. “Cry harder, Rose.” She was caught off guard and the pain caused her tears to start flowing faster. Her pathetic sobbing gasps made Mark cum. He shot load after load down her throat, causing her to cough, and the excess began leaking out her nose and mouth.

Jacob walked up, finishing himself off with his hand and spraying more semen onto her face and the table, adding to Mark’s mess. “You better lick that all up, Rose. If you make a mess we’ll have to punish you.”

Rose continued to cough, feeling the burning of the cum in her nose. She gulped, swallowing the semen left in her mouth. Then she fearfully lapped at the table. She stopped for a moment when another orgasm rocked her, and it was cut short by Jacob’s fist.

He punched her in the nose, causing her eyes to water. “You’re not finished you cum addict, there’s more to lick up.”

Rose squinted through her tears and finished licking up the cum then worked on getting it out of the hairs around her mouth.

Justin pulled her back violently, using her pussy for leverage as he slammed his cock inside her ass. He was pounding her with reckless abandon, increasing his tempo as he got closer to his own orgasm. Unable to control herself, or even resist his violent penetrations, her orgasm returned in full force. Justin came as her ass clenched around his dick, and he shot load after load of warm sperm into her. She screamed through the ring gag.

Rose felt a burning sensation on her flanks and Justin pulled out and her orgasm faded. She slumped on the table in defeat. Not only had she been violated, but she enjoyed it. Rose came not once or twice, but three times, while trying to figure out if she was really a human in a pony being raped by humans.

“Nice,” Jacob said, “She just got her cutie mark in being fucked!”

Rose felt several hands poking and prodding her flanks. “Nice, it looks just like my dick, it’s even shooting a load of sperm,” Justin stated.

She continued weeping while Adam removed her ring gag. “Ready to go again?”

“P-please stop! You’re hurting me, I’m sorry i-if I made you mad! But if y-you keep hurting me I’ll t-tell someone what y-your doing!”

They all laughed at the thought. “You can’t escape, and if you did no one would believe you. Ponies are pets, property, we own you,” Jacob said.

“T-then why are you hurting me?”

“Because you won’t follow the rules!” Jacob slammed his fist down on the table hard, right next to her head. 

Rose flinched and squealed. “S-sorry Master!”

Adam shook his head. “We used to treat you so nice, wouldn’t you like us to treat you nice again? Didn’t you just ask us too?”

“Y-yes! Stop h-hurting me and I’ll behave!”

Jacob sighed. “Behave, and we’ll stop hurting you! You never were a very smart pony, only good for fucking and sucking. I suppose we’ll have to continue to punish you until your memory improves. Help me out here, Justin.”

The two men lifted her into the air by the spreader bar attached to her hind legs. They then attached it to a chain and hung her upside down from the ceiling.

“Hey guys, want to go watch My Little Pony?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, but give us a minute,” Jacob replied.

He grabbed a large vibrator and rammed it into Rose’s pussy without any lube. When it didn't go all the way in, he started slamming it into her again and again, forcing it deeper and deeper as she screamed and cried. Rose's pleas were rewarded by Adam's foot crashing into her lower jaw and making her bite a chunk out of her own tongue. It hung loosely by a strip of flesh, refusing her attempts to spit it out and filling her mouth with blood. The poor filly's frantic spitting and flailing ended only when Adam grabbed her, pried her mouth open, and jammed her severed horn into it. He then took some duct tape and taped her mouth shut, wrapping it four times around her head.

Rose felt like choking and vomiting as her horn scraped the back of her throat. She couldn’t spit it out past the duct tape. That was when she noticed the drops of blood falling to the floor. She struggled to swallow the blood pooling in her mouth, and realized the dripping was coming from her horn.

“I better bandage that,” Mark said. He slapped some cloth over the stump of the horn, and duct taped it down. He then passed the tape to Jacob.

Jacob tore off a strip of duct tape, then locked the vibrator on its highest setting. Adam quickly thrust a vibrating butt plug into her ass. It painfully popped into place before Rose even had time to tense up her ass to resist the violation. She felt like something had torn, but couldn’t see what they were doing. 

Jacob pressed the strip of tape against her stomach, ran it between her breasts, over the vibrator and butt plug, and up her spine. He then took more strips and ran an S shape from one flank to the other, passing over her pussy as she struggled. The two plugs were buried under silver tape that was sticking to the hair of her plot, flanks, and stomach.

Content that she wasn’t going anywhere, they headed upstairs.

Rose slowly spun around in the air, and as she began to regain her awareness, she noticed the vibrations spreading throughout her backside. They were warming her up, pushing her towards a familiar but new sensation.

It was the same as when they had violated her, only this time less painful. She had more time to enjoy and understand the feelings spreading through her. Rose still felt the guilt—she did not want to enjoy it—but at least this time she had some control. She was tied there, hanging upside down, but they could not hurt her or mock her while she enjoyed herself.

She began to squirm and push against the duct tape, fighting the feeling and not understanding fully what it is. Rose cried into the gag, screaming and begging for them to not force her to enjoy it. The jagged horn in her mouth was still creating a choking sensation, and she felt her pussy and ass trembling as they were overstimulated. Her awareness vanished and for several minutes all she could feel were the waves of pleasure washing over her. She desperately tried to contort her body to push the plugs in a little deeper, despite her bondage.

As she came back down from the orgasm she was ashamed, and drenched in her own urine. While it felt amazing, it only served to scare her as this was how she would spend the rest of her life. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt her pussy throbbing in pain. The vibrators were still running on high, and her hypersensitive holes were begging for her to stop.

The pain gave her some clarity, and she struggled to reclaim something that would prove she was a human. Perhaps if Rose convinced the other humans she wasn’t crazy, they would let her go! Her attempts to convince them failed because of her poor memory, so she struggled to remember her parents. Everyone has parents, but their names and faces escaped her. Favorite foods, where she lived, even her favorite color were non-existent. 

What the humans said was beginning to make sense. How could she have just turned into a pony out of nowhere and wound up in a basement? How else could she be dangling here now having multiple orgasms? If she were human, why could she not remember a single human thing clearly?

She cried out in ecstasy as the third orgasm hit. Rose couldn’t stop them, and couldn’t escape, as her pussy got even more sensitive. The pleasure turned to waves of pain, agonizing her. Tears flowed as any joy or humor in the situation was long forgotten. A moment of ecstasy was not worth the burning agony that followed.

She could feel her pussy swelling up, so tender from the abuse that the pain was spreading down her legs and up her back. Rose was holding her muscles so tight in an attempt to offer some glimmer of relief, that they began to cramp. The butt plug was beginning to make her feel too full. She wants to take a shit, and to get the annoying buzzing toy out of her ass. It’s beginning to drive her mad.

Rose has had enough. She thrashes violently and screams with all her might. With all her might she continued to scream at them. What did I do? Why? Please stop! The incoherent screams continue until her overworked body passes out from exhaustion.







Rose twitched as she woke up, and was surprised to find herself on a bed. She could still feel the intruders buried inside her, but they had been turned off. There was also an arm wrapped tightly around her, cuddling her. 

The soreness from earlier returned and she lay there and took stock of her situation. Her legs were burning from the pain of hanging upside down. Even the smallest movement sent a twinge of pain up her ass and pussy.

She tried to get up and run, but found leather cuffs locked onto her hooves, effectively hog-tying her. Rose tried to speak, but found another ring gag had been inserted. She looked behind her and saw one of the humans sleeping with her. The cuffs weren’t on too  tightly, and the ring gag was a more comfortable hardened rubber.

Rose tried to get into a more comfortable position since one of her legs had fallen asleep. Her wiggling around woke the human up. He stretched and yawned. She recalled the others had called him Mark.

“‘Ark, pweeze eelp me,” she mumbled through the gag, remembering far too late in her sleepy state that he was in fact one of her tormentors.

“Ugh, shut up and cuddle me, bitch,” Mark mumbled.

Rose grunted and yanked at his arm with all the might she could muster, which was not much. 

Mark sat up in bed and pinned her to the mattress by her ribs. “Damn, I gotta take a piss, but I’ve got wood.” He saw the tears in Rose’s eyes and saw her whole body shivering. “I got an idea. You probably need to use the restroom too, right?”

Rose looked at him and timidly shook her head yes.

“I’m gonna take the gag out. If you utter a single word it’s going back in and the vibrators go back on, and you won’t get to shit. Understood?”

She nodded again to signal her agreement.

Mark fumbled around for some scissors in the night stand and then cut the tape off, pulling it off quickly but gently. He removed the bandage from her horn and allowed her to stretch her jaw a little. She held up her end of the bargain and did not make a single sound.

He lifted the pony up and carried her to the restroom, and set her in the bathtub. He then cut off the rest of the tape, pulling it off her flanks, and removing the dildo and butt plug. He left the messy plug in the bathtub and tossed the dildo in the sink for later.

Mark quickly set her down on the toilet, and only seconds later she had taken a shit. He then listened as her urine squirted down into the water. “Man, you’re really making me have to piss, but you’re in the way. Open up.”

“What?” Rose asked, then cowered in fear, “Master!”

“You’re gonna drink my piss and we’ll go cuddle, or you don’t and I hang you in the basement.

She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Rose flinched when she felt his piss hit the back of her throat and coughed. She then tilted her head back and did her best to drink the steady stream of urine flowing into her mouth. It splashed out when she didn’t swallow fast enough, but she managed not to get much of it in her mane.

Rose felt a little urine burning in her nose, and finished licking her lips. It didn’t help much with the taste. “Thank you, Master, for letting me use the toilet.” She immediately felt ashamed to be thanking him for rewarding her for letting him violate her earlier.

“Good pony, now how about a little reward,” Mark said. He picked her and the dildo up and went back into his bedroom. He laid her on the floor, and then began to slide the dildo into her pussy.

Rose gasped, making a small squeak from the pain. Mark went slowly, letting her adjust, until it had filled her back up. He then set it to a low setting.

“You know, Rose, the more you behave the nicer I’ll treat you. I might even convince the others to be a little gentler, but I won’t tolerate any disobedience. Is that clear?”

Rose moaned as he flicked the vibrator to the medium speed. “Y-yes, Master.” She was ashamed, but Mark was being almost gentle with her. The slowly building orgasm was unlike the earlier ones, which were driven by pain. He fondled her breast as the fire built inside her.

As she got closer she rocked slowly against the dildo and he turned it to high. This orgasm filled her abdomen and spread to her body slowly and steadily. She couldn’t hide the squeal as she came, gently reaching the plateau of her orgasm. Mark switched the vibrator off and let her ride the orgasm back down, before pulling the dildo out.

“Happy?” Mark asked.

“Yes, thank you. . .” Rose looked at him and saw how hard he was. “Master, may I?”

Mark looked down at his throbbing dick and smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He pulled her head towards his cock but she resisted. “Wait, do you have a ring gag? I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

Mark reached into the nightstand and pulled a softer rubber ring gag out and fastened it in. She then lowered herself onto his cock, licking it, while he used his hands to find a steady rhythm.

Whether it was because he was tired, or aroused at helping her masturbate, he didn’t last long. Rose took a deep breath then slid his cock into her throat, taking each load straight down her throat and into her stomach. Mark moaned until the final load shot inside her. She then sucked his cock and licked it clean as it went flaccid.

Mark carried her into the bed and laid down, spooning her. He put a hand down between her legs and gently toyed with her labia. Rose squirmed and pushed herself back into his chest, letting him cuddle her tightly.

Mark smiled as she started to tense up. Only a few days ago he wouldn’t have believed an ancient ritual could summon a human and trap them in the form of his choice. Hell, a few days ago he thought witchcraft was bullshit. Now, he could feel the dampness escaping Rose’s labia. He smiled and pulled his hand out.

“See? When you’re a good pony, we treat you nice. When you act like a bitch, we’ll treat you like one.”

She trembled in fear at the thought of more punishments. She was powerless and small compared to these humans. To the best of her knowledge, there was no such thing as a talking pony outside of cartoons, so if they decided to leave her body in a ditch, no one would ever know.

Rose curled against Mark, letting him hold her tightly against his chest.







“What the hell, Mark?” Jacob shouted. “I thought she escaped, why didn’t you tell us you were gonna fuck her after we went to bed?”

Rose opened her eyes and immediately wished she hadn’t. Jacob reached down and dragged her out of the bed by her mane.

“The bitch belongs in the basement!” Jacob yelled.

“Look, I just wanted to sleep with her, built a little trust, okay? No harm done, and I kept her tied up,” Mark said.

“And the punishment? What about that? Why would I discpline her just to have you pull her down and fucking cuddle?” He slapped Rose in the muzzle as hard as he could, sending her to the floor whimpering in tears. “Now I have to punish her again!”

Mark raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, she was passed out. I just thought I’d bring her up here so she didn’t die or something.”

Jacob grabbed her mane and then dragged her out of the room and back down to the dungeon, letting her bounce off the steps on the way downstairs. Justin and Adam were waiting, and had brought a few of their favorite plushies down to watch.

“Hey, you found her. Rose, you remember when you used to live in Equestria with your friends? I bet Lyra here must miss you,” Adam said. He pulled down the Lyra doll, and slid the embedded fleshlight over his rigid cock. “But she had me to keep her happy!” Adam started laughing.

“Mark had her in his bed. Bastard was probably doing that bukkake shit again,” Jacob said.

“But bukkake takes more than one person. You want me to show you what it is?”

Jacob looked down and grinned, then loosened the ring gag. In a few moments he had it undone. “What do you say, Rose? Would you like us to cum on you?”

Rose whimpered. “P-please, no. C-can I have some food?”

Jacob raised his hand to slap her and Adam interrupted him. “How about, if you eat all our cum I take you into the back yard and feed you some salad?”

Justin laughed, and Jacob had an evil glint in his eye. “You know what, that’s a good idea. So what will it be? You lick up every drop of our cum like a good bitch and eat, or you don’t and we tie you to the ceiling by your tail.”

Rose curled up in a ball. “I’ll b-be good, Master, please feed me.”

The three men grinned and gathered around her, preparing to masturbate. Jacob rolled her over onto her back and lifted her onto a chair between the three of them. They now had a clear line of fire to her face, and began to rub one out.

“And don’t think about moving, bitch!” Jacob ordered.

Rose lay there trembling and licking her dry lips. She hadn’t eaten or drank anything in a day, and was still half-expecting to wake up from this nightmare at some point. Perhaps this was hell, and this was her punishment for all the pony porn and violence she had written. No, I was never a human. I probably just imagined it because I wasn’t happy here. But Mark seems nice. I bet if I’m a good whore, he’ll take care of me.

Rose let out a soft ‘eep’ when the first load of cum hit her in the eye. It burned, and blinking only smeared it around. The next hit its mark, flying into her mouth. Several more loads of sperm rained down on her, and she frantically and blindly licked around, trying to scoop it all up. A few tears escaped her eyes as she ate her first meal in days. At least it was high in protein.

After a minute she opened her eyes. She could still see out her right eye, and felt several sticky spots on her face. With her hooves still bound, she couldn’t scrape the excess off. It began to dry into her fur as the three bronies whispered to each other.

“Alright, we’re going to let you get some exercise. You should know, the nearest neighbor is half a mile away. We’re in. . . a rural part of the state. We have a fenced in area for you to ‘exercise’ in, but don’t try anything stupid or we’ll cut a leg off to keep it from happening again.

Rose gulped, and felt herself being picked up and carried under Adam’s shoulder. Mark joined them on their way outside, and she noticed they were all wearing nothing but shorts and sandals. At least they wouldn’t get their clothes dirty raping their pony.

Once out in the back yard, they undid the four leather cuffs from her hooves and set her down in the fenced area.

Rose immediately ran to the other side of the pin and cowered in the corner. The four humans were laughing and whispering back and forth from outside the cage. They began to pass beers out from an ice chest, and brought some lawn chairs out. It even looked like they were placing bets. There was no salad out here and this was clearly another of their sick games.

She stood up timidly, getting used to her legs now that she wasn’t bound for once. Rose trotted around the enclosure a little and saw that they were right. There was an abundance of trees around the house, and aside from this fenced in area it opened up to the forest. She figured that even if she escaped, a wolf or mountain lion would eat her out in the forest anyway. Rose was stuck here for good.

That’s when she heard the growling. Rose froze instinctively, feeling her ears flatten against her skull and her tail fall towards the ground. She lowered herself towards the ground and cowered, and then looked in the direction of the growling.

There was a large black dog on the other end of the enclosure, walking towards her with his teeth bared. Rose was too terrified to move. If memory served, it was a rottweiler. Not only could they be vicious towards humans, but she was now about the dog’s size and made of delicious pony meat. It could tear her to shreds in the blink of an eye.

Rose could feel herself sweating, and oddly a warmth in her groin. She didn’t understand what was happening as the dog slowly circled her. Afraid to even turn her head to watch as he lunged and killed her, she just closed her eyes.

She jumped when the dog stuck its nose into her ass and began sniffing. It lapped at her pussy and an electrified surge of adrenaline reached her brain, giving her the briefest carnal desire.

Rose timidly looked back, and saw the rottweiler climbing on top of her. The humans were hollering and whistling. She felt something brush against her abused labia. Before it registered, she felt the dick thrust straight into her pussy.

She squealed and tried to run forward, but the dog had a good grip. He thrust quickly and violently, trying to get the deed done as quickly as possibly, like nature had programmed him too. Small barbs extended from his dick and Rose felt them scratching her tight vagina.

Now Rose tried twice as hard to run, but any attempt to escape only caused the barbs to dig deeper inside of her, and the angry dog to nip at her neck. She fell to the ground on the knees of her forelegs, and let the dog rape her. It only took a minute for him to finish, and he pulled out. The dog came around and affectionately licked her muzzle, before laying down to relax.

“Now Rose, be a good pony and return the favor. Suck his cock and give him a rim job, or we’re leaving you in here overnight,” Jacob said.

At first Rose thought that might be a good thing, to get away from the humans. Looking at the dog, however, she realized it meant being raped at random intervals and possibly eaten if he got hungry.

She went up to the dog and sniffed at his ass. Rose really didn’t want to do this, but knew it was her only hope at anything resembling a normal life.

She stuck her tongue against his anus and starting licking. He rolled onto his belly and started moaning. Rose began licking a little deeper each time into his anus, until she could taste the salty rotten taste of his feces. She continued to lick around the rim, and could see his erection growing again.

After Rose saw him fully erect, she went around and climbed on top of him. He began sniffing at her ass as she slid his cock into her mouth. She licked and suckled at his cock, and soon felt the dog trying to thrust past her tongue and into her throat.

Rose looked up to see if the humans were pleased, and wasn’t paying attention to the dog when it happened.

The dog thrust its cock down deep in her throat in one quick motion, and she felt the barbs locking into place. Rose couldn’t breath, but couldn’t pull herself off either without excruciating pain.

The dog struggled on his back to thrust more quickly and cum, but couldn’t. As Rose struggled, the dog finally managed to topple her to the ground. It stood up, tearing at her throat. She could taste blood in her mouth.

Finally, she ended up on the ground, neck strained, and lungs burning. The dog was finally able to thrust down her throat, and came. She felt warm loads of sperm shoot down her throat. As it pulled out, she tasted the cum and blood mixture.

The dog trotted back over to his doghouse and went inside to sleep.  Rose began to crawl on her knees towards the door out of the cage. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, having been scraped inside. Her throat felt swollen and sore, having been given dozens of small cuts. She was whimpering pathetically as she finally reached the gate.

“Well, I just have one last thing I want to see you do,” Jacob ordered. “I want you to give that a blow job. Do that, and prove you're a sex slave and not a worthless bitch. You are a pony, and if your obedient I won’t kill you.”

Rose looked over at what he was pointing at. There was a long dried dog turd laying in some fallen leaves. She looked back to see the four humans, drunk and leering at her. The only one who bothered to smile at their slut was Mark. Rose decided to swallow her pride and try to earn a night not spent hanging upside down from the rafters again.

She crawled over to the long turd and ran her tongue along its length. It was roughly penis sized, and the dry gritty texture helped mask the foul taste. Rose put her lips around the end and slowly slid it into her mouth, trying not to break it.

Rose sat there sucking at the dog shit like a popsicle until it was so moist that it began melting in her mouth. A loud roll of thunder interrupted her, and the humans began to complain.

“Let’s get inside before the storm starts,” Justin said.

“Yeah. Hey, Mark, since you love the bitch so much, why don’t you give her a bath? I don’t want to play sloppy seconds to a fucking mutt,” Jacob said.

“Fine,” Mark shrugged. The other three went inside and Mark came over and picked his little sex slave up. “Don’t worry. After I fuck you in the bathtub we’ll go up to my room and you can take a nap. You’re going to have another long night, Rose Lips.”

Rose nuzzled him as she cried, with small trails of blood running from her mouth and pussy. She was nothing but a pony sex slave now, and any fantasies of being a human like them had quickly faded from her mind. The best she could hope for now was to be treated well between sessions of violent sodomy.

If she was extra thorough fucking Mark, perhaps he really would treat her well.













> 6 M/Da/Gore :: Buffalo Blue
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** {Mature} {Gore} {Dark}{Tragedy} **






Blueblood doesn’t take rejection well. He’s always gotten what he wants, and after a stuck up mare at the Gala turns him down, he decides to take what is his. Thus begins his quest for revenge on the mares of Equestria.

Warning: Not for the squeamish, pregnant, elderly, people with lower back problems or those with Haphephobia

Story prompt/Requested by: RainbowBob
Part of my one-shot week


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Blueblood had been following this particular mare for a few nights. As a famous pony, she was used to dodging paparazzi. Once he had learned her schedule, this turned into an advantage. Her attempts to escape publicity often caused her to find herself alone, ducking down dark alleyways.

Usually he would go for normal ponies, lowborn or poor. He decided that he was good enough now to go after a truly beautiful specimen.

The light grey mare had beautiful skin and very silky hair. She had a jet black mane and tail, and a pink bowtie. After ducking into an alleyway after her last concert, Blueblood slid out of the shadows.

Earth ponies were always the easiest to capture. He levitated a thin rope out and looped it around her neck in one swift movement. His magic yanked the string taut, and then Blueblood jumped on her.

Octavia began gasping for air and flailing around. Blueblood could feel himself getting hard and rubbing against her backside. She was wiggling as her mouth opened and closed without a sound.

The rope had dug into her neck, blocking blood flow to her brain and the air to her lungs. Her struggle lasted only seconds before she went limp. She had been less then a block away from the restaurant her date, Vinyl, was waiting at.

Blueblood took out an extra rope and hog tied her, then strapped a bit into her mouth to silence her. He pulled out a threadbare burlap sack with a potato painted on the side.

He stuffed her into the bag before headed back towards his small mansion. After being kicked out of the castle and scorned at the Gala, Blueblood had moved into a smaller house with only twelve rooms and ten baths.

Down in the basement he had a large pit dug into the ground. He tossed the sack down into the bottom, only slightly slowing its momentum. Octavia landed on the floor ten feet down with a loud thud.

A mint green mare with a severed horn screeched at the sound and crawled into the corner of the pit. Her mane hadn’t been combed today, and looked like a mess.

“Lyra, you whore! You were supposed to comb your mane and put the conditioner on your fur!” Blueblood shouted.

He levitated a strap of leather down and struck her across the muzzle.

“No! I won’t do it,” Lyra whimpered. She curled up and started sobbing.

“It puts the conditioner in its fur or it gets the hose again!”

There was a clunk as a brush hit the floor, followed shortly by some conditioner and shampoo. Next, a torrent of cold water poured into the pit, drenching both ponies.

Her broken horn sent a painful shock through her as the cold water hit the exposed nerve. Lyra was shivering, but finally began to run the brush through her mane with her hoof.

“If you want to get a towel to dry off, you’ll put that conditioner on your skin.”

Lyra was crying as she finished combing her mane, and began to rub conditioner into her fur. After a few more minutes of scrubbing, she had finished. A dry towel landed on her, and she quickly began drying herself off to warm up.

Then, she felt something else drop down around her neck, quickly choking her. Blueblood dragged her out of the pit by the rope around her neck, and began tying her down to his work bench. It had half a dozen loops bolted in and he began tying her down to them.

Once he had her legs secure, he slackened the rope and slapped her a couple times to wake her up. 

Lyra gasped as she woke up on the wooden slab. “What? No, please don’t!”

“You’re so beautiful, it’s time to take you out for a night on the town,” Blueblood replied.

“No! P-please.” Lyra broke down and began to wail, tears flowing freely. “N-not like B-Berry. . . not l-like the others.” 

She couldn’t manage any more words once she heard the knife sliding across a sharpening stone. “You should be happy. You won’t suffer anymore. Everypony will see how beautiful we are!”

Lyra struggled against the restraints as hard as she could. She was rewarded with the flat of the blade pushing down on her throat.

“Don’t damage the skin!”

Lyra stopped struggling and gulped. “P-painkiller. . . m-mercy.”

“Hmmm.” Blueblood ran his hoof down her belly, causing her to moan. “No, whores don’t deserve mercy.”

Octavia could hear the screams from the bottom of the pit. She was drenched and stuck in a wet burlap sack, with her hooves bound and her mouth gagged. She sat there and listened to scream after scream from the other side of the basement.

Blueblood drew the knife along her right hind leg, cutting through the skin around her hooves all the way around. He then slid the knife up slowly towards her chest. Using his magic to hold each limb steady, he had quickly sliced all four.

With his magic and hooves he began sliding the skin off her legs, tearing away the attachments. Lyra only stopped screaming to breathe, yet the more she cried out in pain the harder it was getting to stay awake.

She felt the skin peeling off each leg, and the cold air stinging her muscles. Lyra glanced down at her leg and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her limb looked stringy, with ropey veins and bones running through it.

Blueblood barely reacted in time to tilt her head to the side with his magic. She vomited, covering the floor in her bile. Once she was done, he slid the knife down along her chest and stomach.

Lyra felt the blade scrape against her sternum and struggled with renewed fury. She heard and felt her chest cavity ripping open as the skin separated where he had cut. She looked down and saw her four flayed legs, her intestines, and for a moment what she thought was her heart.

Her head slumped back against the table and her eyes rolled up into her head. Blueblood continued tugging at the skin, slowly separating it from the fat and muscle below it. As Lyra bled out, unconscious on the table, he finished skinning from the neck down. He loosened the ropes and lifted her limp head up to work on the neck and face.

Using his magic and some chemicals he began to preserve the hide and started tossing her bones, organs, and muscles off the workbench. Only a few more minutes, and he’d have a perfectly preserved Lyra suit. With a simple zipper, it would be complete.

Octavia had heard the screaming stop. Moments later, a loud wet slapping sound echoed through her pit. She smelt a coppery, almost rotten smell, and fought an urge to vomit. She could not see through the wet burlap sack, but as Lyra’s flesh continued to rain down around her she had a good enough idea what it was.

Blueblood laughed as he looked at his handiwork. He laid it onto a mould of a pony and put the final touches on it. He then compared it to the skins in his closet in the basement. He had a tan mare with red hair, a blue pegasus with brilliant yellow hair, and a purple mare with berries for her cutie mark.

With a smile he took down the perfectly preserved skin. He had sutured the legs into sleeves that would leave only his hooves exposed. A little careful stretching had sized it perfectly. As his back legs slid in he hovered the rest of Lyra above him.

He shook his plot against her, cozying up and bunching his tail inside her skin. Eventually he could feel her marehood snug against his backside.

Blueblood draped her over his back, carefully getting his front legs into the skin of her forelegs. As they slid in, her backside hugged his back and tightened up. With careful tugs using magic he worked the skin around his chest and stomach to his underside.

He exhaled and sucked in his stomach as much as he could so he could fit inside his new suit. He carefully zippered Lyra’s skin up against his abdomen. Already he could feel the arousal of his stallionhood as it was held in place by the tight skin he had reinforced on Lyra’s belly.

Blueblood carefully worked his head into Lyra’s as the zipper passed his chest, and started zipping up the neck. With a little stretching and some manipulation of his own mane, he had completely sealed himself inside her.

Now, the only part of him still visible was his white horn and eyes. It was a simple thing to change the appearance of them. Were it not for the paler complexion, larger frame, square muzzle, and bits of loose skin hanging off him, he would have passed for Lyra.

Blueblood walked over to the pit and used his magic to slide all the leftovers from Lyra into a small hole in the corner. It was made so the mares could use the restroom and emptied into a large septic tank. 

He undid the burlap sack and ropes, and let Octavia get out to stretch.

“Ugh! What the hell is going on?” she asked.

“It’s horrible,” Blueblood said in the mock voice of Lyra. “There’s a mad pony killing mares! I just barely escaped!”

Octavia looked up and saw the mint green mare standing above her. She could tell something was off, and remembering the screaming, put two and two together.

She vomited onto the floor as she realized another pony was wearing her skin. After she recovered she looked up at at her captor, only to see him laughing.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Lyra,” he replied.

“No, really!”

He frowned and looked down at her. “I’m Blueblood... but soon, I will be any mare I want to be. Ponies will love me, and Celestia will let me move back in the castle; and even Rarity will love me! It’s not my fault she rejected me at the Gala. Five girlfriends? She’s clearly a filly-fooler!”

Octavia felt her plot hit the wall as she backed up. “You’re insane!”

“NO!” Blueblood screamed. “I’m not crazy! Now, start combing your mane and putting the conditioner on. You won’t get any food or water until you do.”

“Why, so you can butcher me too? Go fuck yourself!” she screamed.

Blueblood levitated the hose over and began spraying her down. He levitated a large wooden disc over the hole in the ground that was her toilet, and wedged it in. He continued to spray her, the water drowning out her protests.

After a couple minutes, she was left standing in three feet of ice cold water.

“Whore! Maybe in the morning you’ll show a little more respect. Now, I have to go out in town and meet a nice stallion who will whisk Lyra Heartstrings off his feet!” He cackled madly and headed towards the exit.







It was late at night a day later, and Blueblood had packed lightly. He had some makeup and hygiene items, a switchblade, and a small length of rope. He would either have an enjoyable evening with a stallion, or snag an adorable new mare to skin.

He was prepared for a night on the town after putting his Lyra suit back on

He headed towards the red light district where there were as many nightclubs as streetwalkers. It didn’t take long before a drunk stallion came up to hit on him.

“Hey, Sexy, you want to party at my place?” he said.

“No thanks,” Blueblood replied, batting Lyra’s eyelashes at him.

“Come on!” He tried to grab her, but Blueblood used his strength to toss him into the gutter. 

Blueblood stopped to admire how good he looked in a store window before heading down the street towards a nightclub. He could hear the music from out here, and wondered who must be DJ’ing tonight.

“Lyra?” a voice called out.

Blueblood turned around to see a tan mare and a white mare trotting towards him.

“Oh, thank Celestia you’re okay, Lyra!” Bon Bon rushed forward to hug her marefriend.

“Huh, do I know—I mean, what’s wrong?” Blueblood asked.

“Where have you been?!” She hugged Blueblood and could feel there was something wrong. “What? Who are you?”

“You must have mistaken me for someone else. We aren’t friends,” he replied. Slowly Blueblood backed into the alleyway, hoping the confused mare would either leave, or follow him in. Either way, he would get rid of her.

“What’s wrong, Bon Bon?” the white unicorn asked. She had a lovely blue mane and Blueblood knew he’d have to skin her next.

“It—she looks like Lyra, cutie mark and everything! But it’s not her, something’s off!” Bon Bon pointed at Blueblood and Vinyl followed them into the alleyway.

“Look, ladies, there’s been some mistake.”

Vinyl fired up her horn to shine light on him, and the two mares gasped. They could see the small seam running from under Lyra’s chin down her neck and chest. A little white fur was poking out near the seams, and there was an odd bulge against Lyra’s stomach.

He smirked. “I assure you, I am Lyra now that I have her skin.”

Bon Bon vomited, her brain unwilling to accept what she had seen. The thought of a pony wearing another’s skin was too preposterous.

Blueblood smirked and levitated his switchblade out of his saddle bag.

“You sick fuck! What did you do to our friends?!” Vinyl yelled.

He laughed. “She had such lovely skin, don’t you agree?”

Vinyl gasped and saw a glint as the blade flew towards her. She fired up her horn, managing to deflect the blade and roll out of the way. She stood up, covered in filth, and grabbed a nearby trashcan lid in her magic. She flung it at Blueblood, catching him in the chin.

Blueblood tumbled to the ground before standing up. “Stop! You’ll ruin her!” he shouted.

Vinyl hadn’t waited for his reply. She had already leapt towards him with a loose brick in her levitation, and tried to hit him in the head.

He managed to deflect the brick at the last second. Reaching out with his magic he lifted the knife up, plunging it into Vinyl’s neck. Blueblood could feel the warmth of the blood as it poured onto Lyra’s pristine coat. 

Vinyl struggled with her last breaths, taking the brick in her hooves and weakly dropping it onto Blueblood’s head. Lyra’s skin tore where the brick hit, and he found himself dazed.

“D-damn it!” he shouted. He shoved Vinyl off, and stabbed her repeatedly in the chest. Even once she stopped moving, he continued to bury the switchblade up to the hilt in between her ribs.

Once he had finally caught his breath he turned to face the tan mare. She had passed out a few feet from her puddle of vomit from the horrific sight. Blueblood cackled maniacally at his good fortune.

He left the blue-maned whore in the alleyway, and levitated Bon Bon into his potato sack. The burlap would hide the pony inside, and anypony who saw would think ‘she’ had bought some vegetables.

Blueblood used his magic and some stagnant water to get as much blood as possible off of Lyra’s skin. He mended the nicks and cuts as well as he could, but decided he might have to throw this skin out. It was truly a shame.







Bon Bon woke up with a kink in her neck. She tried to move her head to relieve the pressure, but couldn’t. With slow, groggy movements she tried to lift her legs but all of them were stuck.

“I had to go to the pharmacy, you know,” Blueblood explained.

He stepped out of the shadows, clad in Lyra’s skin. Some sweaty hair poked out of the cut on his forehead, and he had dropped the illusion coloring his horn green. The sagging skin near his mouth made it look like he had two jaws while he talked.

“L-lyra!” Bon Bon felt lightheaded as her eyes began to roll back into her head.

Blueblood jammed an epi-pen into her thigh. The rush of adrenaline kept her from passing out. “Oh no, I want you to be awake for this.”

She coughed and managed to look in his direction. “F-for what?”

“Why, for skinning you alive. You’re a rather plain pony. Normally I’d have left you bleeding in the gutter. I would much rather have brought your friend here. Unfortunately, the only salvagable part once I finished killing her was her electric blue mane and tail.”

He lifted up a bundle of blue hair before tossing it on his workbench. “N-no!” Bon Bon screamed. “This can’t be happening!”

“Tell me, who was she?” Blueblood asked. “Who was this pony you loved so much you are going to die for her?”

Bon Bon burst into tears and sobbed loudly. She continued to weep for her dead lover until she felt a sharp pain in her hind leg. “You’re not her. . . her skin, oh Celestia.”

“Who was she? She already cost the life of your white friend.” He pushed his knife deeper into the coronet above her hoof, causing her immense pain.

“S-stop!” she cried. “She w-was my l-lover—Lyra.”

Blueblood smiled. “You know, she asked me for painkillers? I used to think that watching them squeal in pain was the best part. You’ve given me a wonderful new idea. I wonder, if I’m careful, can I keep you alive until you’re fully skinned?”

Bon Bon let out a blood curdling scream at the thought, and thrashed violently. A syringe filled with dilaudid, a hundred times stronger than morphine, was stuck into her arm. She began to tremble as her body had never experienced narcotics before, and she quickly found herself euphoric and sleepy.

Blueblood adjusted the lights and a large mirror he recently installed on the ceiling, until Bon Bon could see herself in it as he skinned her.

“Hey, Blueblood! Can I help?” Octavia yelled.

“Shut up! You’re not tricking me into letting you out. What a pathetic lie!” he shouted back.

“Please! I could prove I love you, we could be happy tog—”

“I said shut up, or I’m skinning you alive next!”

Octavia curled up in the corner of the pit, using the damp burlap sack she had been thrown in with as a blanket.

Blueblood poked Bon Bon on the muzzle a couple times. She opened her eyes and was awake, but delirious. 

He started the familiar routine. Circumferential cuts around and above each hoof, followed by long incisions up the length of each leg to the shoulder and hip. Next, he opened her up from plot to muzzle, then connected the incisions to the cuts on her legs.

She was ready to be peeled open, and Blueblood smiled as her eyes went wide.

“I—I think I’m bleeding,” she mumbled. She could feel an aching and burning, a feeling something wasn’t right, but the pain of the incisions wasn’t enough to overcome the drugs and make her pass out.

“You mean, like this?” Blueblood used his magic and his hoof to slowly peel the skin back from her right foreleg. Being very careful, he was able to avoid the arteries and veins. She was oozing a lot of blood from the capillaries in her skin, but otherwise was coping well with her ordeal.

“Yeah, that! There’s something on my leg!” Bon Bon’s foreleg twitched and she giggled at her exposed muscles.

“You’re right, this leg is different. We need to make the others match it!”

He sung his version of a children’s rhyme to himself as he flayed her skin.

All around the hoof and cornet,
The knife cuts through the skin.
Up her legs and down to her groin;
Pop! Goes the pony.

“Hehe, sing it again, and stop tickling me!” Bon Bon squealed.

Blueblood looked down. He was peeling the skin back from her ribs. “This tickles?” He pulled some more of the flesh off, exposing bone and muscle.

“Hahaha yes! Stop!” she wiggled a little, which caused her a jolt of pain the narcotics couldn’t mask. “Ow.”

Blueblood smiled. “You know, you’re taking this well.” He peeled the skin back from her stomach, exposing her layer of belly fat and abdominal muscles. “What a pity, you must have worked hard to keep your tummy this trim.”

“Iesshh okaaay,” she slurred. 

Blueblood felt her pulse and found it slowing down. He began peeling the skin from her neck and head, and removed the strap from around her forehead.

Surprisingly, he managed to work off the stubborn scalp, and Bon Bon was still alive. She was no longer speaking, but she continued to twitch. Her eyes spasmed as they rolled around in their exposed sockets.

Blueblood used his magic to gently slide the skin out from under her.

“I—”

“What was that?” Blueblood said.

Bon Bon whispered something again, and Blueblood leaned in closer. “One more time?”

“I—l-love you, L-lyra. . .I-I f-forgive you f-for killing m-me,” Bon Bon whimpered.

She coughed and went back to twitching as exposed muscle and nerve screamed in pain from being exposed directly to the cold, damp air. Blood continued to ooze off from her entire body, as her circulatory system fought to keep her alive. Her legs were turning pale as blood was pooled in her chest to keep the heart and brain going.

“Ironic, isn’t it, to be killed by your lover?” Blueblood asked.

“Can I—” Octavia took a deep breath to slow down her racing heart. “Please, let me see your new skin, Blueblood. Is it beautiful?” 

He was about to grab the hose and make her shut up, but he looked at the skin in his hooves. Even though he didn’t like the ugly tan color, maybe this new mare would want to wear it.

“I’ll let you come up and try her skin on, it is very beautiful, but it’s not my color.”

“Yes, please, I’m so cold and lonely down here. Let me curl up at your hooves tonight to stay warm,” Octavia said.

Blueblood smirked and mused how lucky he was to have finally caught a pony that seemed to understand him. He levitated a rope with a loop down into the pit.

“Put your forelegs through, I’ll pull you up.”

She obliged, and a minute later she was standing at the top of the pit, shivering. Blueblood was manipulating Bon Bon’s skin in his magic, getting it ready for his marefriend to try on.

“Go ahead, try it,” he said.

“Can I see her first? She looks,” Octavia swallowed the bile in her throat. “She’s still alive? It’s. . . impressive.”

“Oh sure, but hurry!” He nudged her towards the table and followed her over.

Bon Bon had a creepy smile on her face created by her lack of skin. Her eyes followed Octavia around the table, and occasionally a leg would twitch. Her chest was still slowly rising and falling as her nose created a hollow whistling sound.

“Now, I know we just met but if you’d like, I’ll take you to dinner as this mare. Just put her skin on, and tell me you love me,” Blueblood said.

Octavia smiled at him when she found what she was looking for, and put a hoof on it. “I love you. Kiss me.”

Blueblood blushed, but it was hidden under the pale sagging skin of Lyra’s cheeks. He leaned forward and was about to close his eyes when he saw a glimmer of something metallic. He pulled back too late.

Octavia swung the knife at his throat. He had moved at the last second, and Lyra’s loose skin made it look like his neck was bigger than it really was. She had sliced through Lyra’s skin, and put a deep gash in Blueblood’s throat, but had not killed him.

“Whore!” he sputtered.

Octavia lunged forward with the knife again. He tossed Bon Bon’s hide at her, blinding her. The knife missed, and he stomped on her head.

She felt the sharp blow and heard a crack. Swinging the knife blindly, she felt it hit a foreleg and heard a squeal of pain. As Octavia stood up she felt where his blood had been splattering on her.

Blueblood was filled with fury as she ruined his new skin. He tried to curse at her again, but all that came out were wet slurping noises from his throat.

Octavia could see the malice burning in his eyes, and began to back up with the knife in her hooves. Blueblood lunged at her, and the massive stallion knocked her off the ground.

She felt herself falling, with the full weight of the stallion on top of her. There was a loud cracking sound and a white hot flash of sharp pain in her spine. Octavia struggled to push Blueblood off of her. Buried in his chest until not even the hilt was visible was the knife. He had lunged at her, landing on it.

Octavia looked around, realizing she had fallen into the ten foot pit with Blueblood on top of her. Sharp pains went down her back when she tried to move, and she prayed she had not broken anything.

Rolling over, she struggled to get a deep enough breath to scream for help. Her cries for aid came out as painful groans. She slumped onto her side in defeat, and stared into Blueblood’s glassy eyes.



































Blueblood! First Serial Killer In Seventy Years!


Inside Story: Tragedy, or Royal Cover-up?

Equestrian News had found out additional details from a first-hand witness who asked to remain anonymous.

When Blueblood was noticed missing, a relative went to check on him. Within an hour, the entire mansion had been quarantined and nopony was allowed within a hundred yards of it. Our source tells us why.

“It was. . . really gruesome. . .” he told us. He went on in detail to describe the horrible images, of mares flayed alive. “. . . she was rotting, strapped to a table. We found syringes and medicines nearby and—I just can’t talk about her, it still gives me nightmares.”

Our source went on to tell us more about the sole survivor. “Our best guess was she’d been stuck in that pit for at least three weeks. There were some remains down there with her we think were Blueblood’s, but they were badly—” Our source was barely able to admit to us in confidence that Blueblood had been eaten by the survivor. His mangled bones and flesh had been gnawed on for weeks.

“She was wild—bit one of the rescuers—we didn’t know what to do. One of the stallions had a brother in animal control. They brought in a pole to rope her neck, and we had to drag her out and into a cage. It was barbaric. . .” Our source goes on to tell us that the crazed mare had to be sedated at the hospital.

While Celestia has ensured the survivor’s identity has not been leaked, Equestrian News has found the names of the missing ponies and suspected victims. Our condolences go out to the families of the following mares who were reported missing. It is not yet clear which ones died and which survived.

Rose Luck
Octavia
Minuette
Twinkleshine
Lightning Dust
Fleur Dis Lee
Berry Punch
Lyra
Photo Finish
Bon Bon

















> 7. M/Da :: Zap Apple Compost
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------




Mature Dark. Applejack, Apple Bloom.

It’s time for another Zap Apple Harvest. This year, Apple Bloom will discover the family secret behind the Zap Apples. In the process, she’ll get rid of two bullies and possibly find her special talent.

Part of my one-shot week.








Apple Bloom set a tray of crackers on the table alongside the other snacks. She helped herself to a cup of apple juice as she waited for their guests. It was cool and cloudy, and in a few weeks the Zap Apples would start appearing. Applejack took a seat across from her at the bench.

“Ya sure you're ready for this, sugar cube?” Applejack asked.

The filly looked up at her and swallowed. “Yeah, if Granny Smith could do it, ah can too. Maybe ah’ll finally get my cutie mark!”

“Alright, sugar cube. Just remember, the Apple family has been makin’ Zap Apples this way for decades. So ya can’t turn back.”

“Ah’m ready. Besides, ah think Diamond will work great.”

“Here they are now,” Applejack said. “Howdy, partners!”

Filthy Rich and Diamond Tiara trotted up to the farm. “Ugh, hello. I wasn’t expecting it to be so cloudy and humid today.”

“That’s all part of the weather we need for the best Zap Apples, and today we’ll show ya how we make them,” AJ explained.

“And you’ll be able to meet our larger quota? 800 jars of Zap Apple jam in four weeks?”

“No problem, Filthy. Ah have a feeling this will be our best harvest yet. We called in some extra ponies ta help this year.”

Diamond glared at Apple Bloom before hopping up on the bench to look at the snacks the Apples had set out. There was an assortment of sliced apples, crackers, cheese, and an apple pie. She shook her head and jumped down without having any.

“Let’s get this over with, Daddy,” she whined. “Silver invited me over for tea.”

“Of course, honey.” Filthy Rich pointed out into the orchard. “You’re using the north field this year?”

“Sure are. It’s our largest field,” Applejack explained. “Follow me and ah’ll show ya.”

Apple Bloom smiled as she watched Filthy and Diamond follow Applejack. She recalled all the times Diamond had tormented her and the crusaders. It was too bad Silver wasn’t here to share the fun, but Applejack had insisted they follow the plan.

The four ponies wandered out into the middle of the apple orchard, far from the town of Ponyville. Eventually they came up to a row of trees with a loose soil piled next to them. In the next row were the two empty holes about six feet deep.

“So, you said the reason you can double our order this year is a special fertilizer?” Filthy asked.

“Sure is, and ah can even give you that forty percent discount ya demanded.” Applejack rolled her eyes while looking at Apple Bloom. Her sister had to stifle her laughter.

The moment was nearly here and Apple Bloom could feel her heart racing. When her sister made her move, she had one goal: knockout Diamond Tiara.

“Then you won’t mind telling me what exactly you fertilize them with? With the new Equestrian Food Safety Administration guidelines, I have to put it on the jars,” Filthy explained.

“Ah, well ah guarantee it’s a hundred percent organic,” AJ replied. “Take a look at it.”

She gestured him over to the hole in the ground next to an apple tree, and reached back into a saddlebag for a piece of rope.

“What am I looking for?” Filthy asked.

Applejack tossed the lasso she had just removed from her bag over Filthy’s neck, and shoved him into the hole. He fell down, feeling the rope yank itself tight around his neck as his weight reached the end of its length.

Diamond and Apple Bloom gasped. Remembering what she was supposed to do, Apple Bloom picked up a nearby rock and jumped at Diamond. She landed on top of the filly. Diamond looked up at her as Apple Bloom brought the rock down on her forehead with a loud snap. Diamond twitched and tried to push the filly off her.

Apple Bloom looked at the blood pooling out of the gash on Diamond’s head. The first blow had sent tremors up her forehooves. Diamond stuck a hoof into her stomach trying to push her off. She decided to bring the rock down again on her head. Diamond tried to move out of the way, and Apple Bloom hit her eye instead. Diamond screamed as a jolt of pain reached her. She couldn’t see out her left eye, and never saw the next blow coming. There was a loud crack as the rock hit her head again. Diamond went limp. Apple Bloom stood up and let the stone fall to the ground. She looked at the bully who had tormented her for so long.

Apple Bloom’s heart raced and she felt lighter than air. Her face had stretched into a wide grin and she couldn’t help but laugh. She was scared Celestia would find out that she had helped kill two ponies, and that caused this thrill she didn’t understand. Apple Bloom was elated at the power and control she had over Diamond Tiara.

For all the times she had made fun of her, she was no match for her and a simple rock. She could have gotten rid of Diamond years ago, and already her mind imagined tossing Silver Spoon in the ditch with them.

“Sugar cube, ya okay?” Applejack asked.

Apple Bloom looked at her sister, who had dragged Filthy back out of the hole. She had hogtied him, and the stallion was taking wheezy breaths. 

“Yeah, sis,” she replied.

Applejack handed her a rope, and she got to work. Apple Bloom used some simple square knots to tie all four of her hooves together. She then took the extra length of rope and tied it around Diamond’s head, jamming the rope tightly into her mouth, gagging her. She watched her sister kick Filthy into the ditch. Apple Bloom kicked Diamond in the spine, causing her to wake up and squeal. She struggled against the ropes and moaned into the rope gag.

Apple Bloom laughed at her. “Who is the worthless blank flank now? Ya treated us like crap and now ya will reap what ya sowed.”

Diamond was crying as the pain of her wounds and the tight ropes registered with her brain. She felt another wave of agony in her ribs as she was kicked, and landed in the bottom of the hole. She began to whimper for her mother.

Apple Bloom grimaced as she saw the filly whimpering in the ditch. “Do we have ta do it this way?”

Applejack put a hoof on her shoulder. “Yeah, sis, it works better if they’re alive for it. Don’t feel bad though. They always cry and piss before they die. It’s the only way left for ‘em ta try to make us feel bad, but we’re just doin’ what we have ta.”

She grabbed a shovel from behind the tree and started scooping dirt on top of Filthy while Apple Bloom followed suit with Diamond Tiara. After each scoop she looked down at the filly who had tormented her for her whole life. With each shovel of soil a weight was lifted from Apple Bloom’s shoulders. Applejack was right, and she no longer felt pity for the evil pony. This was what they deserved for their torment and extortion. Besides, this meant that every nice pony would get to enjoy even more Zap Apple jam this year.

Diamond was squirming erratically in the ditch. Blood trickled from her head and when dirt landed on her ribs, she would scream into the gag. She was looking up at the edge of the pit, trying to make eye contact with Apple Bloom. Diamond tried to convey to the pony at the top of the hole she was sorry, but it was too late. With each scoop that landed on her, she would whimper and stare upwards with wide eyes. 

At this point her hind legs and chest were covered in dirt. Apple Bloom had waited as long as she could, and finally dumped a scoop on her face. Diamond began to choke and cough. The dirt in her eyes made it difficult for her to look up at her captor. When the next scoop fell, Apple Bloom saw small holes form in the dirt where she was breathing. As she inhaled and exhaled, small gaps in the soil formed. She tried to shake the dirt off but only inhaled more of it. Diamond finally gave up. The dirt was still, save for the rise and fall of her chest, and the two small air holes.

Apple Bloom’s earlier adrenaline rush had faded. The experience had been great, and now she only found herself feeling empty. There were still other mean ponies out there that deserved this, and she still hadn’t found her cutie mark.

She shoveled in the rest of the dirt. The hole was just a hole now, with no sign of the filly at the bottom. Once it was filled up, she jumped up and down, packing the dirt in.

Apple Bloom looked at her big sis and wiped a tear from her cheek. “We tried, but ah guess it wasn’t ma talent,” she explained.

Applejack laughed and pointed at her flank. “Are ya sure about that, sis?”

Apple Bloom turned around and saw a brightly colored zap apple on her flank. She gasped, and turned to check her other flank just to make sure.

“Ah did it!”

“Ya sure did, sis! Ya fertilized yer first Zap Apple orchard. Now, Big Mac ought ta be done with Filthy’s wife by now. Ya want to go see if Vinyl and Octavia want to come over for lunch?” Applejack asked.

Apple Bloom realized what that meant and smiled. “I sure do!”

Apple Bloom hugged her sister and whispered ‘thank you’ into her ear. The two then trotted off towards their house. 

No sooner had the exited the orchard she saw Sweetie and Scootaloo waiting. They had eaten most of the snacks on the table, and rushed over to her.

“Oh my gosh! You got your cutie mark!” Sweetie cheered.

“That’s so awesome! It’s almost like Dash’s!” Scootaloo shouted.

“Yeah, ah got it fertilizin’ the Zap Apple trees!” Apple Bloom replied.

Sweetie managed to tilt her head and raise an eyebrow in confusion without laughing. “Fertilizing?”

Scootaloo collapsed laughing on the ground. “C-cutie—mark—crusader. . .” She gasped for air. “F-fertilizers!”

Sweetie snickered and shook her head. “Come on, it’s not that funny. Now, do you use cow or pig manure?”

Scootaloo couldn’t help but laugh even louder, despite Sweetie’s question being serious.

Apple Bloom was frowning and huffed at them. “If it’s so funny, maybe both y’all can help me fertilize some trees and ah can show ya how ah got it.”

Applejack trotted up and interrupted them. “Come on now, Crusaders, run along. Apple Bloom and ah aren’t done here yet and we’re expecting company.”

“Yes, Applejack.” Sweetie nudged Scootaloo and herded her off the farm back towards town.

Applejack and Apple Bloom watched them leave just as Vinyl and Octavia arrived. Soon would come the lightning, and the timberwolves howling at the smell of the decaying ponies. Then, they would harvest the zap apples.













> 8. M/Da/Sex,Gore :: 700 Follower Special; 700 Shades of Neigh
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------




Mature Sex Gore. Discord, Mane Six. Unbirthing, Vore, and other horrible fates.

Discord spent a thousand years in a fate worse than death. After staging a coup, he ensures a thousand years of the worst torture possible for every single pony in Equestria. It truly is some excellent chaos.

The most random thing ever written. A celebration of my 700th follow!
(bonus: I hid an alternate ending to Puppet to her Fame in here.)








“Oh, Gummy, you’re so cute when you’re trying to eat my hoof,” Pinkie said.

As she laid on her bed reading a book on how to bake a triple chocolate fudge cupcake, her pet alligator was chewing on her back left hoof. Gummy seemed to enjoy tasting the many flavors of dirt on her hoof. Pinkie often wondered if he would ever try to eat any animals without his teeth. She had trained him to be a vegetarian, but always wondered.

Pinkie looked back to see Gummy swallowing her hoof. “Huh? Careful now, Gummy, you’re not big enough to swallow my hoof!” Pinkie giggled, and stuck her other hind hoof against his snout. “Off you go, silly!”

Gummy opened his mouth in a wide yawn, and Pinkie’s other foot pushed against the roof of his mouth. Instead of him being peeled off, her other hoof slid into his expanding gullet. Gummy clamped down his jaw on her hind hooves and began to suck. Somehow he was much stronger than he usually was.

“Uh, Gummy, what’s going on?” Pinkie asked. She tried to pull her legs out but he had already swallowed them up to her flanks. “This doesn’t seem physically possible, and I’m me!”

Gummy blinked slowly, and there was a loud popping sound as he dislocated his jaw. He then swallowed her plot. His belly was visibly distending as Pinkie slid in.

“Oh, I’ve had this dream before! Hmm, should I pinch myself or enjoy it?” Pinkie tapped a hoof to her jaw and looked down at the book she was reading. “Oh, that’s right! It’s Discord’s anniversary party for one year of being reformed today! Sorry, Gummy, mommy needs to wake up!”

Pinkie was giggling as Gummy swallowed her stomach. She could feel that his slippery throat was impossibly tight around her flanks and plot, and it was turning her on. Pinkie pinched herself to wake up from the dream but nothing happened. She pinched herself again and had the same result.

“Wait a minute, if this isn’t a dream. . . I must have drank too much cough syrup again!” Pinkie giggled as Gummy’s lips brushed against her forearms. “Okie dokie lokie, this cough syrup fueled fantasy is over, silly filly!”

Pinkie pushed at Gummy’s jaw with both of her forehooves. To her horror, he opened his jaw and her hooves slid inside. She started to pull them out, but as soon as his lips closed, that impossibly strong suction pulled them back in. As Pinkie’s mane deflated, she could feel every inch of her body being compressed by his throat muscles.

“G-Gummy? M-mommy doesn’t w-wanna play this g-game anymore,” Pinkie whimpered.

He responded by swallowing her in up to her neck. Pinkie screamed as his bulging stomach sealed tightly around her lower body and squeezed her. She looked around panicked. “Mr. Cake! Twilight! Anypony!”

Gummy slid his lips over Pinkie’s head, leaving only the pink hair outside. He then slowly swallowed it and licked his eyes.

Inside his stomach, Pinkie had been curled into the fetal position. She couldn’t move an inch, not even to breath. What little air she was getting was humid and stale, as the tight slippery stomach writhed around her.

As she lost consciousness she couldn’t help but wonder why this was turning her on. Her last act in Equestria was to orgasm right as her brain shut down.







Twilight woke up feeling rather groggy. She looked around and noticed she wasn’t in her room. Instead, she seemed to be in a white room, almost like a hospital. She tried to cast a spell to get rid of her headache, only to be rewarded with an empty feeling. She reached up to her head and felt the tiny nub of a horn, almost like an infant.

She sat forward and noticed a long cord attached to her stomach. Tugging on it was painful, and she looked at where it was going. In front of her was her mother, legs spread wide apart in stirrups.

“Good, Ms. Twilight, now pull!” Discord said.

Twilight spun to face him. “Gah gah? Boo?! WAAAAAH!”

Discord laughed loudly. “Now, now, little baby, you’d best get back inside your mommy where you belong!”

Hundreds of thoughts ran through Twilight’s mind. This was clearly either a nightmare or a coup. She tried to cast a spell and could not, so she tried to run. Her legs pulled weakly at the bed sheets and she made no progress. Finally, Twilight tried to rip the umbilical cord off. A sharp jolt of pain let her realize this was no dream.

She looked up in horror as the umbilical cord was slowly sucked into her mother’s pussy. The large lips seemed to blink at her, inviting her in. Twilight screamed and mumbled as her infantile vocabulary attempted to express her horror.

She felt the wet slap of the labia on her sides as the umbilical cord dragged her into the waiting vagina. Twilight looked back at Discord with malice in her eyes.

“Come now, Twilight, did you think after a thousand years of torment in stone I’d let you off that easily? I’m afraid you’ll be unbirthed for eternity! Yes, your mother will live a comfortable life in my new Equestria, but you will forevermore be a twinkle in your mother’s eye!” Discord laughed and patted Twilight on the head. “I hope it’s comfortable in there!”

Twilight struggled to brace her legs against her mother’s plot as she was sucked in. The force was too strong and she was slowly enveloped by powerful muscular walls. She watched the lights dim as her head was pulled inside. Twilight reached both legs out, grasping onto the sheets with all her might. The vagina slowly sealed itself up around her hooves.

The pressure hurt too much, and finally her hooves were forced to let go and slide inside. The light dimmed as the cervix shrank to a hole the size of her nostril. Twilight could barely make out the faint glimmer of a single beam of light passing inside. Soon, a membrane sealed over the hole and she felt fluid surrounding her.

Twilight pushed against the uterus, trying desperately to break free. The fluid flowed into her mouth and nose, and in her panic she breathed deeply. The liquid filled her lungs and she began to cough and choke. After several minutes of thrashing, she realized she wasn’t drowning. Warmth flowed into her stomach from the umbilical cord, sustaining her life with oxygen and nutrients.

As she floated there, she felt her mother get up onto her hooves. She had just enough room to shift into a few positions of comfort inside the uterus. Twilight pushed down at the membrane towards the exit to her prison to no avail. She was trapped for eternity in her mother’s womb.

“Congratulations, Ms. Sparkle! It was a filly!” Discord said. He patted her on the back. “Now, run along and enjoy your life of luxury. Just remember that if your water breaks to come and see me right away. I wouldn’t want you to give birth!”

Ms. Sparkle’s glazed eyes and vacant smile betrayed the control Discord had over her. She trotted out of the hospital and towards her home where she would spend her days eating ice cream and pickles, with her daughter, Twilight, swimming around in her womb.







Dash yawned and rolled over in bed. She opened an eye to look out the window where she saw chocolate rain. 

After a minute of snoring gently, she jolted awake. One does not simply make it rain chocolate. Dash jumped to the floor and ran towards the window. Already she knew Discord was up to his old tricks.

Only half way to the window Dash felt her hooves stick in the cloud floor. She looked down and saw herself sinking. The fluffy cloud was enveloping her legs, and her entire body was tingling.

“What the hay?” She looked around and saw no sign of Discord, and in her confusion considered this was too strange to be happening. While she pondered if it was a nightmare, the cloud climbed up her legs.

Dash felt a sharp pain as her hooves and lower legs dissolved into the cloud. She screamed in pain as she fell down into the cloud flooring. Dash thrashed wildly as her body began to feel lighter than air and vanish into the cloud.

Soon she was overwhelmed with the pain, and felt herself floating out the window. She tried to flap her wings or make some movement, but could not. Dash looked down and realized she seemed to be inside a cloud. Streaks of rainbow colors ran through the cloud, but she could not move. Pain wracked her body, but she could not scream. Dash had become part of an ordinary cloud, and the dash of color was the only hint she had ever been real.

She floated up into the atmosphere inside her cloud prison, unable to beg anypony for help.







Fluttershy heard a ruckus downstairs and trotted down them to find Discord sitting on her couch as it floated in mid-air. 

“Discord? What a pleasant surprise!” Fluttershy trotted over with a wide smile.

“I’m afraid not, Fluttershy. There’s been a slight problem,” Discord said.

“Oh? What is wrong?” she asked.

“You see, I’m taking over Equestria and I’m not sure what to do with you. As the closest thing I had to a friend, I don’t want to eternally torture you, yet you no doubt do not approve of what I’ll have to do to take over.”

Fluttershy tilted her head to the side. “Huh?” Her brain couldn’t process the idea that Discord would suddenly go on a rampage of revenge.

Discord pulled out a white plushy with pink, green, and blue hair. “See? This is what I did to Celestia. She’ll spend eternity as an anatomically correct plushy, at least until I get bored and devise another torture for her. Luna I turned into a rock. She always was a bore. . .”

She gasped. “Wait, why would you do that? Turn them back right now!” Fluttershy’s eyes went wide as she stared at him. “I thought we were friends!”

“We are! Otherwise, you’d already be a field mouse running from a hungry snake,” Discord said. He spread his arms and shrugged. “Thus my dilemma. What’ll it be? Do you choose me or your other friends?”

Fluttershy stomped her hoof. “If you could be this mean to everypony then you aren’t my friend! You’ll be alone for the rest of your life.”

“Fair enough. Say, would you mind identifying one animal for me before I go?” Discord asked. He pulled a bird out from behind his back.

“That’s a Cockatri—” Fluttershy closed her eyes but it was too late. She had already seen its eyes and felt her legs turning to stone. “N-no! Discord, why?!”

“You said it yourself, you’re not my friend, but I’m still your friend. I’ll take good care of you in my statue garden. Trust me, an eternity trapped unmoving in your own body is far better than the fates I gave your friends.”

Fluttershy could feel tears running down her cheeks as they turned to stone. The tears hardened and for the rest of eternity Discord would have a perfect statue of her weeping.








Rarity was sewing a dress when she heard a dozen rowdy stallions walk into the shop. She was about to walk out into the show room and scold them when she stepped on something wet.

Looking down, she saw a large sheet of white latex on the floor. In one swift movement, it sprung up around her, bagging her. Rarity screamed as it sealed tightly around her, melting to her skin. Soon she could barely move as it solidified and cooled.

From her position Rarity could see herself in the mirror. When the latex faded from her eyes, she saw a pristine white pony with pink hair, large red circular lips, and large tits. She could feel a large hollow hole where her pussy and ass were as she felt the sensation of plastic all over her. They had turned into the perfect fuck toys of a sex doll.

Rarity tried to cast a spell or scream, but both proved useless. She was now semi-rigid plastic and couldn’t move.

“Psi alpha gamma! This Boutique will be the perfect frat house when we get rid of the girly stuff!” Several stallions trotted in.

“Whoa, check out that life-like sex doll!” a stallion said.

“You’re right! Dibs!” a large tan one said.

“Second!” a large black one said.

Rarity tried to protest as the first stallion wasted no time mounting her. She felt him plop easily into her permanently-lubed and perfectly-shaped plastic pussy. As he began thrusting in and out, Rarity began to lose her memory.

Each thrust brought her one step closer to orgasm. The first step, and she forgot about her sister Sweetie. A second thrust erased her memory of the elements of harmony. Soon, all she could remember was that her name was Rarity, that she was a sex doll, and that she liked to be fucked.

Her world exploded in an orgasm as another stallion began to fuck her in the mouth. She greedily wanted more stallions to violate her. A small part of her old self remained, seemingly immune, and screaming for help in the back of her mind. Discord had left just enough of her intact to realize this was in fact a torture, and that her enjoyment was only making her condition worse.







Applejack trotted down into her apple cellar. “Big Mac, are y’all down here?”

“Sure am, Sis,” he replied.

She turned the corner and saw the mutilated remains of the three Cutie Mark Crusaders. They had been brutally torn apart, and apparently raped, and were covered in semen.

“What the fuck?!” Applejack shouted.

Big Mac didn’t even bother to reply as he tackled her and pinned her on her stomach against the wall. He wrapped his forelegs around her shoulders and thrust his massive cock into her ass, not even bothering for any lubrication.

Applejack screamed in pain as he penetrated and tore into her tight plot. She tried to kick him off, but at this point he was latched on. Big Mac had flared inside her, and her entire back was raked with agony.

“Ah had ta make ‘em shut up, and now ah’ll kill ya too!” Big Mac explained.

“Why?!” Applejack managed. “Stop!”

She cringed as she heard something snap and realized it was one of her forelegs. Big Mac had used it for leverage and broken one of the bones. He thrust like a machine into her ass, shredding it. Warm liquid flowed down her flanks onto the floor as he fucked her to death.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, she felt Mac come. He then snapped her neck in one swift motion.

* * *

Applejack trotted down into her apple cellar. “Big Mac, are y’all down here?”

“Sure am, Sis,” he replied.

She turned the corner and saw the mutilated remains of the three Cutie Mark Crusaders. They had been brutally torn apart, and apparently raped, and were covered in semen.

“What the fuck?!” Applejack shouted. She then had a realization. “Wait, didn’t I just—”

Mac tackled her to the ground as she pondered her Deja Vu. The large penis violated her tight ass again. Applejack had clenched her muscles tightly, yet it had made no difference. Something wasn’t right here. However, she could do little but scream in agony as she was fucked to death again. Maybe she’d have better luck the next time she came down into the cellar.







Scootaloo peeked her head out of the chicken coop in her own personal hell. She clucked, and then ran down the ramp. The wire fence around the enclosure was too high for her to jump over, and she couldn’t fly. The other chickens would peck at her and tear her feathers out. As the newest chicken, she was lowest on the totem pole.

It seemed like some sort of bad dream. Dash was doing stunts in the sky, Fluttershy would come to feed her, even Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom would crusade nearby every once and awhile. Yet, for all the apparently normal things, Scootaloo was trapped in the body of a chicken. 

She could barely remember what it had been like to be a pony. After the fourth time a timberwolf had broken into the chicken coup and eaten her, Scootaloo began to wonder if she had ever really been a pony. Maybe she had always been some sort of freaky immortal chicken, trapped in a gilded cage.

She clucked loudly as the rooster walked over to her. Scootaloo didn’t know why, but when she let the rooster have his way with her the other hens would leave her alone. 

The chickens felt rain begin to fall. Scootaloo couldn’t help but look up in wide-eyed wonder. The raindrops were so fascinating. She opened her beak to taste them.

Drop after drop fell down into her mouth. Soon, Scootaloo found it hard to breath. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t. She was powerless to do anything but look straight up as drops of chocolate rain fell down into her throat and drowned her.

On the bright side, it beat being eaten alive by a timberwolf.







Apple Bloom squealed and tightened up her thigh muscles. With a loud hiss, she squirted out her marecum twelve feet. It was an impressive showing, and might be enough to win the contest this time. . . 

“And the winner is. . . Diamond Tiara!” Discord announced. “Sorry, Apple Bloom, but you’ll have to spend another week mining for the Diamond Dogs. Better luck next time!”

Apple Bloom opened her mouth to protest when a large paw grabbed her, and dragged her by the tail back towards the mines. Ever since the rise of Discord, cum shooting had been his favorite way of deciding which ponies deserved a break from their torture. If she could only get a little better at it, maybe practice a little more late at night with the Diamond Dogs, she could get a break.







Sweetie Belle trot down the main street of Ponyville with her head hung low. Ever since Discord returned, she had been invisible. It was like she was a ghost, unworthy of notice by anypony.

At first, when Rarity had ignored her, all had seemed normal. Soon, Sweetie saw several stallions putting their penises into Rarity. She had been confused and had screamed for them to stop, but none of them heard her. When she would try to touch them, her hoof would pass through them.

It had been this way for weeks. Sweetie was little more than a ghost. Not a single soul in all of Ponyville to keep her company. She had visited Scootaloo, who was a chicken, and Apple Bloom, when she went to the weekly cum shot tournaments, but no longer cared.

She was less than a pony. Her friends, family, everypony couldn’t even see her. Worse, she couldn’t kill herself. Sweetie had jumped from every ledge, cliff, and building. She couldn’t even lift a knife let alone hurt herself. Sweetie was trapped as if seeing the world through a window: unable to interact, a mere observer to her own life.







Mr. Cake screamed as his wife pulled him out of her saddle bag. Somehow, every single day, he woke up as a tampon. Then, every single day, his wife would insert him into her pussy. And most impressively, every single day, she would lose pints of blood and he would soak them up.

At first what had seemed like some bizzarre dream became his eterntal torture. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve it, but he knew there was only one draconequus who could be behind it.







Chrysalis smiled as she glued Celestia’s plushy body to the wall. Discord had spared the changelings in exchange for enforcing his new world order. As a reward, she had free reign to torment Celestia. So long as Chrysalis tortured her daily, Discord spared her race.

She summoned up some tentacles and began to entwine them around Celestia. Before Chrysalis could get to close, she felt a tugging on her leg. She looked down to where Discord had shackled her back leg.

Chrysalis was still a threat, and thus she was his permanent ‘guest’. Still, at least she had something to pass the time.

There was a large tearing sound as the tentacles began to pull apart the plushy Celestia one limb at a time. Perhaps after this, she would turn Celestia into a marital aid and have some real fun.







Luna was being driven crazy. Snips had found her sitting on the side of the road, and like all colts his age, had decided to have a pet rock.

Luna now sat on Snips’ desk in his room. He had drawn a smiley face on what had once been her plot. It was now the south-facing side of her smooth rock exterior.

She spent her days bored as Snips ran around, enjoying whatever chaos or torture was allotted him in accordance with Discord being—well—Discord. At night, Snips would play with her and talk to her.

Apparently, Snips only had one friend, Snails. After Snails had been turned into a snail, cooked, and eaten by Discord, Snips was all alone.

Luna would feel bad for the colt, were she not a rock slowly growing moss. Snips wasn’t the most attentive pet owner, and she could feel the slimy, green plant growing along what had once been her nose. The worst part of being a rock was that she could still feel her body. It was rock shaped, but the moss itched horribly along her nose and for days she had the urge to sneeze.

As a pet rock, however, Luna could do little but sit there and think about where it had all gone wrong. Even a thousand years on the moon could not prepare her for being Snips’ pet rock.







Lyra smiled as she lay in bed, obviously playing out a sexual fantasy for Discord. She patted her stomach where she had swallowed Vinyl and Octavia. Lyra felt them sliding down into her intestines and dissolving.

“Come now, darling, shit on me!” Discord said. “I know you want to!”

Lyra grunted as she turned the two ponies inside her to feces. She slowly took a large dump on Discord’s chest. The poop was squeezed out like soft serve ice cream, curling up on him.

“Oh yes, now, be a dear and clean it up,” Discord said with a wicked laugh. “Oh, I do love watching you ponies do anything for a few days without being tortured!”

Lyra whinnied, then lowered herself onto Discord’s massive Minotaur cock. As he fucked her pussy into oblivion, she licked up every trace of feces from his chest. As the foul tasting shit gathered in her stomach, she could feel Vinyl and Octavia coming back to life. They would struggle in her stomach, die, and be shit onto Discord again. The whole time, Lyra would be getting fucked.

At least in exchange, Discord had promised to stop turning Bon Bon into chocolate candies and eating her.







Inkie looked down at Blinkie and grinned. She pulled out a knife and carefully ran it across her skin, careful not to cut her. As Inkie played with the knives, Blinkie began to sweat. This cycle had been repeating for weeks. No matter how hard the two tried, every day they would wake up and tie up the other one. Whoever lost the wrestling match was then slowly carved up and cooked into steak.

Somehow it was incredibly sensual. Blinkie wasn’t sure if Discord intended that, or if in her insanity the caress of the knife was the closest thing to something good happening to her that she could feel.

Inkie put a few pounds of pressure on the knife, easily slicing through Blinkie’s flank. As she carved out a chunk of meat to cook and feed to Blinkie, both mares moaned in enjoyment. Their addled minds could do little but replay the same sequence of events over and over.







Halt was a rather slow earth pony. He blended into the crowd and had the lame colors of brown hair and fur. Luckily for him, Discord saved him from his own stupidity. Now, his short curly hair, giant lips, and ill-proportioned penis was put to better use.

Halt was now providing an endless supply of food for a colony of bullet ants. They are called this because the pain of their sting is akin to being shot by a bullet. Considering that only Discord has been known to use guns, it is a pain most ponies can’t even fathom.

No matter how long the bullet ants sting and feed on him, Halt regenerates the next morning. As his punishment for being too fucking stupid to realize Discord has taken over, he has been sentenced to suffer for eternity until he apologizes to Discord. Then, and only then, will Discord laugh and leave him to suffer for the rest of eternity without an audience.






Cheerilee tried to scream as the fillies in the classroom tackled her. No sooner had the chalk become sentient and fled from the classroom did she realize something was not right. If she had known Discord had returned, she may have tried to calm the kids down.

Instead, the fillies were now wrapping her up in saran wrap. Cheerilee was wondering where they would get saran wrap in the first place, when she felt a large intruder slide between her legs.

“Stop, fillies, what is—mmph!”

Diamond shoved a ball gag into her mouth before wrapping the plastic over her face. All of Cheerilee’s struggling was useless as the first thing they had done was wrap her forehooves to her sides. She felt a mild vibrating from the intruder buried in her pussy as her hind legs were wrapped up.

She felt like she was being mummified by her students. Her suspicions were confirmed when they dropped her into a wooden casket. Before the lid closed, she caught a blurry image of Discord laughing in the background. 

Something began filling the casket and expanding. The foam spread, pinning her mummified body until it could not move an inch. A narrow tube was jammed into her nose and led out of the casket allowing her to take shallow breaths that were never enough.

As Cheerilee struggled she began to get turned on by the constant buzzing in her loins. She was terrified of being buried alive, and yet somehow Discord had made it even worse by sexually arousing her.

Soft thuds reached her ears through the casket and foam as she was buried. Her world was darkness as she was sealed inside the casket for eternity.






Octavia looked up from the stage. "Wait, Vinyl, come back!" she shouted. The strings and hooks buried in her flesh vanished as her willpower overpowered the dark presence.

Vinyl turned around, tears still streaming from her face. "Octy?"

"I choose you, Vinyl, screw the music and the puppeteer! I love you. I want to spend my whole life with you!"

Vinyl and Octavia ran towards each other and hugged, then fell to the ground in their loving embrace.

“I’ve been through so much, murdering my parents, being a slave to a dark force I can’t understand. . . you saved me, Vinyl. Thank you.”

Octavia kissed her lover as she felt a hoof probe her labia.

Suddenly, rocks fell the from the ceiling killing them both.






“Tell me, Fluttershy, do you like what I’ve done with the place?” Discord asked.

From his perch on a large weeping willow tree that was once Pound Cake, Discord looked down over his garden. He had used his magic to expand the town tall to make an indoor museum of sorts, where he could display all his favorite works of art.

In a corner was Twilight’s mother, knitting a blanket for Discord as Twilight slept in her womb.

Discord approached the stoned statue of Fluttershy and brushed a few twigs off her. “You see, darling, Twilight over there isn’t doing so well. I  know you can’t speak, or move, but imagine how much worse off she is.”

Fluttershy was stuck staring straight ahead at her friends. An oddly rainbow colored cloud floated in a corner, occasionally raining color onto a bed of flowers. In the center of the flowers was a small gravestone for Cheerilee. Next to that was a machine-like set of pods with several ponies stuck inside them.

“I wonder,” Discord said, “if you’re wondering about the pods. Well, I can’t make every pony suffer physically. Several, like Applejack, are reliving nightmares in the safety of their cocoons for the rest of eternity. If you’d like, I can show you how they’re doing.”

Fluttershy felt a hand placed upon her head and suddenly was looking down on Derpy Hooves.

The poor mail mare was running through the post office looking for Dinky. She tripped and fell onto a conveyor belt, and was pulled into a silver machine. The machine scanned her, determining the proper size box needed and how to safely pack the parcel.

As Derpy tried to scramble out, two large zip ties were maneuvered by mechanical arms around her. She was quickly pinned with her legs to her sides. The arms then folded her neck painfully tight against her stomach, turning her into a small ball that would fit nicely in a flat rate package.

She struggled to break free of the zip ties as a large laminating sheet lowered over her. The conveyor positioned her perfectly into the middle of a vacuum mould. There was a loud hissing sound as the scalding hot plastic was lowered onto Derpy, and the air removed.

Seconds later, she had been sealed into a tight plastic shell, and her furious struggles to breath resulted in tiny movements. The machine picked this up and after scanning for a couple minutes, discovered a ventilation hole was needed in the package. A small hole was placed near her nose and the package visibly calmed down.

A box was filled with packing peanuts as Derpy was lifted off the conveyor belt. A large metal barcode was stamped on Derpy’s side, burning the shipping destination and contents onto her flank. She was then lowered into the box and it was taped closed.

Another barcode was affixed to the side as the box was taken by the atuomated machine and set on a shelf next to another smaller box. Unknown to Dinky or Derpy, they would be shipped off together to Griffonia. There, they would find an error in the barcode and return the packages to sender. Eventually the two would die of dehydration and wake up back in the factory.

Fluttershy felt Discord lift his hand off of her. “So you see, I’m having much more fun than I did a thousand years ago. And to think, I used to let the ponies who worshipped me go largely un-tortured, but this is a much better setup, don’t you think?”

Discord grinned and summoned himself a futon to sit on. He knew that by now Fluttershy had probably given up her struggling. He knew from experience how boring being a statue could be, so he made sure she occasionally got to see her friends. 

By now, Twilight’s mouth and nose would have devolved into a patch of solid skin. Her ears and eyes would likely vanish next, and he made sure her unbirth would stop there. She would remain mobile, blind, and mute in her mother’s stomach for eternity.

Discord glanced over to the Dash could. Last time he had checked in on her, she had gone bat shit insane. The cloud occasionally twitched when the pony had enough force of will to focus.

Rarity lay in the corner. She had been punctured by the rambunctious stallions and he would repair her and send her back over later today. Applejack was in one of the cocoons, and Gummy sat in a shallow pool of water slowly digesting Pinkie over the next thousand years. He looked rather comical, almost like a volleyball.

There was a loud roar as Discord looked over at his bronze bull.







Gonzo was an earth pony from Mexicolt. He once made the mistake of being an asshole to Discord. Sufficeth to say, when the god of chaos comes to turn you into a fence post, you shouldn’t bitch about it.

Now, Gonzo was trapped inside a large bronze bull. Beneath him was a roaring fire. The bull had been welded shut with him inside, and no matter how much he struggled or tried to avoid it, the bronze bull was burning hot.

His hooves had long since melted off, and his fur was all burnt off. He screamed as loud as he could, and his voice carried through a horn causing the bull to make a lovely roaring sound.

Gonzo thought he would have died by now, yet somehow he seemed to be immune to death. At one point he tried laying down flat on the bottom to scald himself to death. Now, his entire left side was little more than scar tissue that somehow could still feel pain.

He began to cackle, causing the bull to snort. If only he had known that being an asshole to a god-like being that controls your fate was a bad idea.







Craig was an annoying pony. When Discord took over, he had won a power sander. Now, he had been strapped down to a table by Flitter.

“Want the 20 fine or the 30 coarse this time?” Flitter asked.

“Please stop, this is so not winning!” Craig said.

“30 coarse it is!”

Craig Kicker screamed as the sander was powered on and brought down on his muzzle. Flitter pushed it down as the pony flailed against his restraints. The sander was splattering blood everywhere as it quickly sanded his skin off, and began to fill the air with the smell of smouldering bone.

Craig could do little but rue the day he pissed off Discord with his mere existence. When Flitter was done he took a deep breath, inhaling chunks of bloody burnt flesh. She then lowered the sander down to his stallionhood.

With a loud scream, Craig spit bloody chunks into the air. Flitter was now using the power sander to slowly shave off his penis. This was always the worst part of the torture. After this was done, Flitter would sand down all four hooves until his legs were gone up to his knees. Then, she would sand his stomach open, and then his rib cage, and finally she would kill him by sanding his trachea and carotid arteries open.







Shining Armor had always been fascinated by the angler fish. Unfortunately for him, Discord had found this out when he staged his coup.

Shining had been in the middle of having sex with his wife, Cadance, when Discord caught them. He cast a simple spell, causing Shining to fuse himself onto Cadance.

Unable to pull out, Shining had spent load after load inside her, eventually passing out. When he woke up, his body had been largely absorbed into Cadance. He was now just a large pair of testicles and a penis providing a lifetime supply of sperm to Cadance.

Cadance, on the other hand, was prodigiously pregnant. She already had eight foals in her womb and Shining was still pumping her full of more sperm. She wasn’t sure how she was going to deliver them all, or if Shining was even self-aware anymore. The Princess of Love had cried at first for her lost love. However, compared to the tortures Discord had dealt out to the crystal ponies, she had it pretty good. Shining’s penis was good in the sack, and kept her occupied. 

All the crystal ponies had been solidified, and shattered one at a time with a giant magical sledge hammer. They now littered the street as sharp fragments that made it very awkward to try to roll anywhere. Cadance was so fat her hooves no longer reached the ground, but that was okay. She had everything she needed pumping away in her pussy, and until the day she popped, Cadance was making the best of her torture.







The Great and Powerful Trixie woke up in her run down apartment and looked down the window. She sighed, and looked down at her forehooves where there were dozens of scars. She looked up at the rafters where four torn ropes hung, the remains of nooses. 

As the most pathetic pony in existence, Discord had given her a special torture: he left her alone. Her life was already a living hell. She barely had any personality, was a total failure at life, and couldn’t even commit suicide properly. Now she was stuck in her shitty life forever.

On the bright side, Trixie had fan fiction. She wrote stories about a human who went to work each day at a job he hated, bitched about it, and then shot up the workplace. She wasn’t sure how to end it. On the one hoof, it’d be most believable if he was caught. On the other hoof, she really wanted him to have a happy ending.

Trixie levitated down her quill and went for a bath. She decided after the human shot up the fifth workplace he had worked at, he would retire from the violent rampages, find a nice human female, and raise a family.

She swallowed a bottle of aspirin, drank a liter of red wine, and got into the hot bath water. This would be her four hundred thirty-seventh attempt at committing suicide by slitting her wrists. Even though she knew it wouldn’t work, it was one of the more enjoyable ways to try and kill herself.







Spike exhaled his emerald flame on the bars of his cage.

“Bad Spike!” Rarity shouted. She used her magic to knock a pail of cold water over on him.

Spike tried to scream in protest, but Rarity had put a muzzle on him. When Discord took over, he made Spike Rarity’s pet.

Now, Spike was trapped in a two foot by two foot cage, muzzled, and had been neutered like all responsible pet owners do. He had a cone around his head so he didn’t lick and bite at the stitches where his balls used to be.

Spike thrashed wildly against the bars as Rarity leaned over, presenting her moist pussy to the large black stallion that had been rutting her for the past four hours.

There had been a time when Spike had been madly in love with Rarity. Now, if he ever got out of this cage, he was going to rip her throat out and bathe in her blood. Spike didn’t know how he had ever loved that slut.







Berry Punch was sitting in the middle of an empty wastleland crying. At first, the power to turn everything she touched into alcohol was really awesome. Now, after turning all of Ponyville into puddles of ethanol, it had lost it’s charm.

What was the point of getting drunk, if the only thing to ever eat or drink was alcohol? It just wasn’t fun if she couldn’t spent at least a few moments sober, to contrast her constant drunken state.

It didn’t help that she could also turn ponies into alcohol. She had single handedly, and absent mindedly, killed every single friend she ever had when she touched them.

Now her body was 90% alcohol, she cried tears of alcohol, and sat in the middle of an alcoholic wasteland, forever alone.







Discord kicked his hooves up and turned on the T.V. He was bored of all the chaos and decided to see if there were any new episodes of his favorite shows. Unfortunately there were not, so he moaned and looked back towards his captive audience. 

With every pony in Equestria now suffering a fate worse than death, and his revenge complete, Discord was beginning to get lonely.

He smirked and knew exactly what he had to do. He would turn Fluttershy’s pussy back to flesh and fuck the stone statue. The poor mare deserved a little entertainment. After all, it had only been five years and until the next nine hundred ninety-five years of Equestria’s prison sentence was complete, nopony was going to escape.

        Discord had an epipheny: he could use the mane six as sex toys. Fluttershy, the sturdy stone slut. Rarity, the rubber rut. Dash, the delicate dick-holster. Pinkie, the pink-blow-job-in-an-aligator. Twilight, the tiny-fetus he could bat around in her mother’s womb with his massive cock. Last, but not least, was Applejack. Occasionally, Discord would assume the role of Big Mac in brutally raping and killing the CMC and AJ.

        Yes, life was looking up for Discord. The world was his oyster, and every single pony that had ever lived got to suffer for eternity because of the acts of a few stupid fucking idiots.










> 9. M/Da/Gore :: Play God
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Mature Gore. Luna, Celestia, Chrysalis

Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. After a thousand years as Nightmare Moon, there are some habits even the Elements couldn’t fix. Now, Celestia must use Luna’s need to play god to her advantage, or risk losing her sister again.

Story prompt/Requested by:Selbi
Inspired by Deathstar’s song Play God
Written as part of One-Shot Week








It is well known that all ponies are inherently evil. Were it not for Celestia’s ceaseless efforts to better her citizens dark impulses, the world would plunge into total darkness.

While Celestia and Luna agreed that all ponies had some evil repressed inside them, they disagreed on how to combat that dark nature. Luna believed it best to understand the darkness, and fight it from within. She would excise those wicked tendancies by force from ponies who could not control it. Celestia naively believed only a pure heart and morality could combat that evil. It was her wish to reform such callous, cold-hearted ponies.

Luna had once taken it too far, becoming known as Nightmare Moon. It began with jealousy and envy of the praise given to Celestia daily. What history books don’t record is how it led Luna to commit genocide against species such as the Wendigo or Lamia to protect Equestria. They also don’t mention how she completely eliminated crime by making the punishment for all crimes a night in Luna’s torture chamber.

Celestia hadn’t approved of Luna’s heavy hoof back then, and a thousand years later Luna hadn’t changed. However, Celestia now had the wisdom to provide her sister an outlet. Without darkness, there could be no light, and for Celestia to be the beacon of hope for her ponies, she must let Luna be the abyss of darkness.







Luna walked down into the dungeon where the suspected mastermind of the drug cartel from Manehatten was being kept. Local police had never accumulated enough evidence to arrest him and charge him for his crimes.

One night, while Celestia slumbered, Luna upheld her half of the unspoken agreement. She had whisked the stallion away from the bed he shared with his trophy wife, and deposited him in the dungeon. He had been poorly fed, dehydrated, and not allowed sleep per Luna’s orders.

She approached the thick wooden door to his cell. The two guards saluted, and then left. They were replaced by two bat-winged ponies, known as Sarosians. Luna only trusted her own guard for matters such as this.

Inside the cell, a mustard brown pegasus was curled up in the corner. His brown hair was matted and had rat feces in it. The cold, damp cell had given him a wheezing cough. The only source of light or warmth was a torch on the wall, just beyond the reach of his shackles.

The torch went out as Luna opened the cell door. She extended her magic until there was not a single trace of light within a hundred feet of her body. Luna walked through the door and opened her eyes. They glowed midnight blue like her mane.

The stallion looked up and saw two eyes, a set of feral teeth, and a sparkling mane and tail. He could not make out any other features. He held his hoof up in front of his face, but could not see it.

“Alexander, what a lovely name,” Luna said in a deep voice. She growled lightly and the room reverberated with its echo.

“P-please, I d-don’t know w-what you w-want but I’ll p-pay it!” he muttered.

“I don’t want your money.” A glowing white smile formed, framing two sharp canines in Luna’s mouth. “I want to save your soul, to draw the darkness out of you. If you ever want to see your family again, you will obey. Otherwise, you shall wake up in Tartarus.”

The stallion mumbled a few words and wet himself. He shivered and whimpered until Luna spoke again.

“The penalty for running a drug cartel is no less than life in prison. I could easily execute you for all the lives your heroin has cut short, and nopony would ever know. Your wife, Lily, and your two children would grow up without a father.”

“I didn’t do anything! Please, I’m innocent!” he said.

“Do not dare lie to me! Either admit your guilt and beg forgiveness, or die.”

The stallion was too scared to do anything, so Luna brought in her first witness.

The torch lit itself casting a dim light onto a light pink pegasus mare. She had been locked into a guillotine, and Luna’s guard removed her gag.

“H-honey? What’s going on Alex!” Lily pleaded.

“No! Please, we d-didn’t do anything wrong!” Alex said.

“Lie to me again and it will cost Lily her head. A second lie will cost your daughter Gale hers,” Luna said.

“Please! Celestia w-would never approve of this! I’m innocent!”

A metallic shriek filled the air as the blade slid down the wooden groves of the guillotine. There was a loud thud as the weighted blade reached the bottom and halted. A second softer thud sounded as Lily’s head hit the floor, and her eyes continued to blink and look at her husband for several moments.

“No!” Alexander screamed. He threw himself against his shackles in his rage, trying to lash out at Luna. 

She began laughing as the torchlight faded again. “Who in your cartel do you fear so much that you would sacrifice your wife? I want the names of every member in the cartel while you still have a tongue to speak with.”

Luna advanced upon him, and he scurried back into his corner and screamed. “No, please, t-they’ll kill the kids if I talk, and you’ll kill t-them if I don’t! Oh Celestia! Help!”

“Where is your god now? That’s right, I am your god. I decide who lives and dies, and I know your every fear. You have been a wicked pony, and if you will not reform by choice I shall do it by force.”

Alexander’s eyes went wide in terror as Luna’s horn glowed, and several spiders two feet across crawled out of the shadows. In the darkness he could see their beady glowing eyes, and could faintly trace their forms.

He heard them scurry towards him in the dark, barely illuminated by Luna’s mane. He could feel them crawling over his skin, their bristly hairs poking him. Alex screamed as one bit his flank, and a fiery pain began to spread down his legs. Another had begun to cover his wings in a silky web, pinning him to the floor.

“If you wish to speak I suggest you hurry, my friends here are quite hungry,” Luna said.

“A-alright! I’ll tell you! The ring is run by Black Rose! His lieutenants are. . .”

Luna listened intently as he confessed everything to her. He gave the names of as many cartel members as he could remember, and the locations of where they cut the drugs. Alex gave her more than she had hoped for.

The spiders finally vanished, leaving him pinned in the corner as an agonizing fire spread through his blood.

“A wise choice, My Little Pony, for you have earned my mercy and that is a gift most rare,” Luna said.

She reached down and touched Alex’s chest. He screamed in terror as her horn and hoof began to glow. Luna then pushed her hoof down, puncturing his ribs, and freezing his heart. She withdrew her hoof and attached to it was a long strand of darkness. It vanished into Luna’s hoof as Alex passed out from the pain.

Luna lit the torch and headed for the exit, closing the door behind her, and Celestia’s guards resumed their post once she had left the dungeon. It had taken her longer than she thought to get the confession, so Luna ran into Celestia. It was in the hallway outside their bed chambers as Luna preapred to sleep and her sister prepared to raise the sun.

“How did it go, sister?” Celestia asked.

Luna stopped in the hallway and gave a cheerful smile. “Wonderful, sister. I got the information I needed, and our guest should awake from his nightmare soon.”

“That’s. . . useful news, I am pleased something good came of your visit.”

“Don’t be so gloomy, Tia, I was able to redeem this pony. It is not often I show mercy, so this is clearly going to be a most wonderful day,” Luna said sarcastically.

Celestia nodded and continued on to the throne room. Meanwhile, Luna went to bed.






A few days later and preparations for the wedding of Cadance and Shining had been completed. Luna was called to Celestia’s chambers to discuss the recent changeling threat. She walked into her sister’s bedroom and saw her looking out the window at the shield around Canterlot.

“Good morning, Tia, I trust you have need of my services in regards to the changelings?” Luna asked.

“Yes. While the wedding proceeds as planned, I want you to head to the frozen wastes and find the changeling hive. Wipe it out. Leave them nothing to flee to. Twilight and I will surely be able to handle anything they throw at Canterlot while you do,” Celestia said.

“My, my,” Luna stated. “It is not often you so directly ask me to get my hooves dirty. It’s almost. . . anticlimactic. You need not worry for I know the darkness, and if anypony can find their hive, it is me.”

“Then go, but make it quick. Your absence at the wedding will surely be noticed.”

Luna grinned and fired up her horn. With a loud popping sound, she teleported herself to the frozen wastes in the north. 

She stood in the middle of nowhere. There had once been an entire empire of Crystal ponies here in the north. Now all that remained were a dozen scattered settlements of ponies. Luna began to fly to the east to survey the land.

The first couple of villages were normal, if not gloomy. It made Luna happy to see ponies who understood hardship. It was the resilient ones who knew the value of a warm meal or a pair of new boots that were the backbone of her country.

Luna immediately knew something was off in the next village. The flow of magic felt tainted, and there was a foul odor in the air. She flew down to the village and saw ponies trudging through the snow.

They looked like zombies, mindlessly walking from one building to another. There were neither fillies nor laughter of any kind. Nopony made eye contact, and that was when Luna saw him. One pony looked different from the rest. He looked well fed, unlike the skin and bone villagers. His coat of fur had a vibrant shine, and his cutie mark was a sunflower.

Nopony in the frozen north would have a flower cutie mark. Luna focused her magic on him, tearing through his magic with ease. A second later, a black changeling was examining himself to find the source of his difficulties. By the time the changeling looked up, he saw a fearsome alicorn turn jet black and step in front of him.

“Boo,” Luna whispered.

He squealed and turned to flee. Before his hooves had left the ground Luna had snapped his neck, instantly killing him.

Several other ponies broke from their positions around town. There were about a dozen changelings standing guard as every hopeful emotion of the townsponies was feasted upon. Luna reached out with her magic and began to identify the intruders.

Two of the beasts tried to attack Luna. Their pitiful spells barely tickled her hide. Another changeling, likely one who had fought an alicorn before, tried to bite Luna. A changeling’s venomous fangs were one of few things that could harm an alicorn.

Luna formed a starry blade from her mane, turning her hair into an obsidian glass harder than diamond. She sliced through the changeling trying to bite her. She then wielded the sword with her levitation, and killed the two changelings that had shot at her.

As the rest fled for their lives, she reached out with her magic one by one and snapped their necks.

The village was completely silent. Luna scanned the nearest ponies to see how long they had been fed on. These ponies had been fed on for at least a year. They had lost their minds to insanity, and become shambling husks. Their life now consisted of being trapped in their own minds, as they trotted through snow with frost bitten hooves.

Luna knew what she had to do.

She called upon the power of the night sky, striking down at the town with it. When she was finished black smoke blotted out the sky. The snowy ground was now scorched black sand, and nothing else remained.

The changeling hive was hidden a few miles north of the town in the mountains. It had not been nearly as hard to find as Luna thought, leaving her disappointed. At this rate, she would make it back in time for the wedding and be subjected to a cheerful and boring celebration of love.

Luna walked into the cave, collapsing the entrance behind her with her magic. She began to suck the light out of the air that was being cast by green crystals embedded in the rock. As a midnight blue silhouette, she marched directly to the heart of the hive.

Along the way, she left only scorched earth. Every sentry and maturation chamber, was incinerated. After reaching the throne room she was surprised to see it filled with limping changelings and Chrysalis herself.

“You are the last pony I ever expected to see,” Luna said. “I take it your little invasion didn’t go well?”

“Nightmare Moon,” Chrysalis spat.

“Close, but I control that side of me now. The bad news for you is that you should have stayed in Canterlot.”

“Your beloved niece Cadance expelled us from Canterlot not two hours ago. She scattered my brood across Equestria. I was lucky to land back near our hive. Were I not weakened I would feast on your soul and head back for revenge.”

Luna chuckled. “Lucky for me then. Once I kill you and finish wiping out your hive, the rest of your swarm will die off one by one.”

Chrysalis shook her head. “Why? You used to understand our species, you even took pity on us and let us serve you in the Nightmare War. Now you would commit genocide yet again?”

“I don’t know if I’ll commit genocide.” She walked through the dark room towards the queen of the changelings. Luna whispered in her ear, “but I’ll try my best.”

“Killing me won’t redeem you. You will forever be Nightmare Mo—”

Chrysalis gasped as a blade was run across her throat, and she fell to the floor limp.

Luna’s horn and eyes glowed as she began to incinerate the rest of the changelings in the main chamber. Once she had finished, she teleported herself outside to the front of the hive.

As she stood in front of the decimated hive, Luna pondered what her sister would have done. Celestia did not like to play god, despite having powers that clearly made them deities by any definition. Ruling Equestria had always been a game for two, so Luna played god and hoped her sister would too.
















> 10. M/Sex :: Rarity's Daycare.
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Mature Sex. Rarity, Fluttershy. F/F. Ageplay.







Fluttershy felt uncomfortable and tried to roll over and pull her blanket up. Her bed was unusually stiff, creating pressure points along her wings that made it hard to get comfortable. No amount of tossing or turning seemed to help and she decided to wake up.

A loud yawn escaped her as she tried to stretch. The room was dimly lit and her movements were sluggish. She usually wasn’t this groggy in the morning, quickly deciding to break out the dark roast coffee today.

Her back ached as she pulled her hind legs up and tried to stand up. Rarity swam into focus as her eyes struggled to lock onto something stationary, so the room would stop spinning.

“Good morning, Shy. How’s my favorite little filly?” Rarity asked.

“Bllrgh!?” Fluttershy had tried to ask Rarity what was going on, but her mouth felt packed with cotton and her every thought was so sluggish she couldn’t speak properly.

Rarity blushed and smiled. “My, you’re so cute I could gobble you up, but I’m saving that for later. There are so many things I want to do with you today! Where should I start?”

Fluttershy licked her cracked lips, trying to wet them. Her stomach began to rumble, eager for food. She couldn’t remember why Rarity had come over, or much of anything after their last trip to the spa.

“Oh dear, you sound very hungry. Would you like me to feed you?”

It took all her focus to nod ‘yes’ without feeling like she was about to fall to the floor. Did I get sick? I certainly feel horrible.

Rarity was quick to levitate a bottle over, filled with what appeared to be milk. It looked exactly like the bottles used to feed foals, only a little larger to hold more fluid.

Shaking her head no, she took a deep breathe to try and speak. “What. . . sick?”

“Oh, poor thing. Is my little foal sick? Come here.” She sat down on the bed and levitated Fluttershy into her lap, curling her forelegs around her protectively. The bottle floated down, gripped tightly in her magic. Fluttershy wasn’t sure why she wanted to feed her with a bottle and closed her mouth. “Open up, Shy.”

She had no intention of letting Rarity feed her, but the bottle managed to slip past her lips anyway. Fluttershy’s mouth filled up with milk as the bottle was gently squeezed, and she began to swallow her meal. Her mind was still addled with fog and could not piece all the details together.

It didn’t take Rarity long to empty the bottle, as she had Fluttershy at her total mercy. Her left foreleg crept along her foal’s flank, rubbing lower and lower as she set the bottle aside. Rarity levitated over a towel and trash can and set Fluttershy on her side.

“Now, I’m just going to burp you and maybe afterwards we can get to the best part.”

A hoof began to thud along Fluttershy’s back, attempting to work out any air she had swallowed while feeding. The gentle rhythm soothed her, alleviating some of her fear at what Rarity was doing. After a minute, an un-ladylike burp escaped Fluttershy, causing her to emit a soft squeak.

Seconds later, she felt a wave of nausea overcome her, and her stomach clenched tight. Fluttershy spat up some of the food into the trash can Rarity had brought over.

“Poor baby, the sedatives do tend to have that effect, though. I’ll just feed you lunch early,” Rarity stated. “Now, why don’t I make sure my little baby isn’t hurt?”

Fluttershy was rolled onto her back, putting her into a compromising position. She was still so sluggish that Rarity was easily able to keep her from getting up with a single hoof.

Rarity leaned forward and planted a kiss on her neck. With both hooves she began to massage her chest, running them along her ribs. She continued to rub Fluttershy, paying more attention to her belly than her forelegs.

This massage felt different than the ones given at the Day Spa. While she was enjoying it, Fluttershy still was making an effort to form a coherent sentence. “Where? Gaa?”

A shudder went down her spine as Rarity’s hooves pushed her hind legs slightly apart. A gentle kiss was planted on Fluttershy’s belly, and she felt warm breath rustle her soft fur. “You’re in my day care, Shy, mommy is going to make sure you have a good day.”

Loud squeaks came out of Fluttershy’s mouth when Rarity’s hooves began to massage along the sides of her marehood. It was much further than Fluttershy was comfortable with, but she couldn’t overpower Rarity. Her breathing started to quicken, then Rarity stopped completely.

Fluttershy looked down to see what mischief Rarity had in mind, half-expecting this to be some sort of nightmare. Instead, she saw a bottle of baby powder floating in the air. The white talcum floated down onto her hind quarters, and a cloth diaper was fastened over her. It had a cut out through which her tail had been inserted while she wasn’t paying attention.

“Now, I don’t expect my good little foal to have any accidents, understood?” 

She shook her head no. “Why?”

“Shh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing,” Rarity said. “Now why don’t we finish getting you dressed?”

Four slippers were levitated over, each one a matching bootie for her hooves. They were braided pink, like her mane, with a small yellow butterfly stitched into the seam of the fabric.

“I made these just for you, and you’ll get to keep them if you behave, Shy. They just match your mane so perfect, almost like the thread was made from your hair!”

Rarity set the wool shoes down and lifted up two rubber-looking ones. They didn’t look as comfortable or practical. She tried to put one on Fluttershy’s foreleg. “Uh uh.”

“Shy, come on. Mommy needs to put these on.”

“S-stop,” Fluttershy whimpered. The grogginess was wearing off, slowly, but enough to regain some of her wits.

“Now, Shy, good foals can’t talk or pick things up, can they? Are you going to be a good foal, or does Mommy need to punish you?”

“L-let go, stop.” Fluttershy tried to get up but was still so slow that Rarity pushed her back down with one hoof, almost as an afterthought.

“And what would my little foal do all day? Down here in my daycare, all alone, unable to feed herself or pick anything up?” She continued to speak while using her magic to slip the stiff rubber over Fluttershy’s hooves. “Mommy stayed home from work today to spend time with her precious little baby, and she expects your best behavior.”

By now, Fluttershy knew this was no dream or misunderstanding. The sedatives seemed to be wearing off, and she could tell something was wrong with Rarity. While the wool mittens were put on, Fluttershy tried to bend her hooves. She had lost all the mobility below the joint, which would prevent her from lifting or manipulating any small objects with her forelegs.

At the end of each foot she now had a wool bootie on, tied in place by Rarity. On another day, it might have looked nice, but it served only to frighten Fluttershy.

“You need. . . to e-explain,” Fluttershy said.

Rarity’s eye twitched and she took a few deep breaths to calm down. “I said foals can’t talk. Don’t make me regret not giving you more sedative, Shy. Mommy has wanted you as a foal for such a long time.”

“Stop, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing!” She slammed a hoof down on the bed, causing it to shake. Fluttershy squealed and rolled to the side, nearly crying as if she had done something wrong. After a moment, a hoof began to stroke her back, near the wings. “Mommy’s sorry, are you okay?”

Fluttershy thought about it for a moment. She was drowsy, Celestia-knows where, had mitts over her forelegs, and both wings were numb. “No, you have to stop.”

Rarity’s loud, rapid breathing betrayed the anger she was feeling inside. This wasn’t how Fluttershy was supposed to act, and it was threatening to ruin her day. She needed this to cheer up and get ready for another week of hard work.

“You leave me no choice, since you won’t be a good foal. Shy, take your pacifier.”

A pink pacifier floated over and Rarity levitated it over her mouth. No sooner had she put it in her mouth, Fluttershy spit it out. “Did—y-you drugged me!”

The basement was filled with a frustrated moan. “Of course I did, and you’re only now figuring that out? Now I said suck the bucking pacifier!”

Her only response was to cry, and once again spit the pacifier out. Upset and running out of options, Rarity opened the changing table where she kept some spare tools.

A small bottle of super-glue, to which Rarity had solvent upstairs, was floated over. She focused her magic to hold Fluttershy’s head still. Rarity then put some of the glue on the lip guard of the pacifier, and on Fluttershy’s lips.

When she felt her head gripped in magic, Fluttershy held her breath. Rarity had never handled her roughly before, and fear gripped her for what might be next. Instead, she just felt a wet pacifier plop into her mouth. This time when she tried to spit it out, Fluttershy found her mouth held closed by both Rarity’s hooves and magic.

After a few seconds, Rarity let go. Fluttershy pushed the pacifier out, but it stuck to her lips. She opened them to protest, only to find them sealed shut. In a panic, she hit herself with a mitten-covered foreleg as she tried to knock the pacifier out.

She swallowed, instinctively suckling the pacifier once, as Fluttershy turned her head side to side. Both her lips were stuck like this for Celestia-knows how long.

“There, now you have to be a good foal.”

Fluttershy began to cry, sobbing loudly through her nose. She managed to make it onto her hooves, but Rarity prevented her from getting off the bed by pulling the side-bars to the crib up. Her next thought was to fly over the rail, but her numb wings felt more like wet paper towels than wings.

“Wait right here, I know just what to get!”

Rarity hurried across the room towards a bookshelf, while her baby sat in the crib crying. After a few moments of pouting, Rarity returned and lowered the guard rail. Next she sat down, pulling Fluttershy into a hug.

Once she had her baby curled up against her side, Rarity levitated the children’s book she had made up. “Mommy’s going to read you a book, that’ll cheer you up!”

A hoof found its way to Fluttershy’s belly and began gently stroking it. The reassuring touch traveled too far south, almost teasing at her nipples, causing a foreboding dread to wash over her.

“Once upon a time, there was a lovely pony and her filly.” On the first page was painted a blue and yellow pegasus. The filly was a likely shade of pink and light blue. They were both smiling, sitting together on a sofa and nuzzling. 

The page turned. “One day the filly saw a lovely gem outside the window.” A drawing of an excited filly leaning over the couch adorned the book. Beyond the window was a sparkling sapphire gem, catching the sunlight just right to glow brightly.

“She asked her Mommy if she could go outside and get it, but her Mommy said no.” The filly was sitting on the couch pouting. Out of the corner of her eye, she was looking at the gem outside the window. Fluttershy also noticed this book seemed to have been hoof-made, with a great deal of detail.

“The filly didn’t listen to her mommy, and went outside anyway.” The joyous filly was drawn running across the lawn towards the sparkling gem. Her wings had fluttered open and there was no sign of any other ponies.

“But when she reached the gem, a Diamond Dog reached out and grabbed her.” A snarling brown dog had replaced the gem, wrapping two paws around the filly. As she screamed, she was being dragged down underground.

“Her mother looked all over town for her, but never found her. It made her mother very sad.” The last page of the book had a crying mare standing outside in the rain, looking for her lost filly.

Rarity continued rubbing her baby’s lower belly in small circles. Fluttershy was trembling slightly from the touch, but felt something else spreading inside her. She knew that Rarity had drugged her, but wasn’t sure with what. The sedatives weren’t fully wearing off, and warmth began spreading through her body.

“Oh, but my little Shy is a good filly, she wouldn’t try to run away.” Rarity leaned over and nuzzled Fluttershy. After a moment she planted a kiss on her forehead.

She tried to push Rarity away, though her weak efforts barely had any effect. Fluttershy was pinned under the unicorn, stuck staring at her wide smile. Sweat was beginning to run down Fluttershy’s face and her hair was beginning to feel damp. For some reason she felt hot, as if she had a fever.

When Fluttershy felt dampness in her cloth diaper she wondered if she had wet herself. Rarity wiped the tears off her cheeks and the sweat off her face. “It’s okay, Shy. Mommy can make you all better.”

Rarity got up and unfastened the cloth diaper, tossing it to the side. The aphrodisiacs she had put in the milk had plenty of time to work, causing Fluttershy’s marehood to glisten with small beads of moisture.

The air seemed much colder as it drifted across her nether lips, and Fluttershy did her best to roll over and close her legs.

“No need to be shy, I’ll clean you up.” Rarity shot her a smirk before leaning down and inhaling deeply. She exhaled a long breath over Fluttershy, causing her marehood to wink.

Fluttershy’s cheeks were rapidly turning crimson, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. She continued to try to get away from Rarity, but it seemed to only make her more enthusiastic. Something soft ran along her inner thigh and Fluttershy tried to scream, but they came out as muffled whimpers and squeaks.

Rarity had pinned her hind legs down now and was slowly tracing a path around the wide pussy lips before her. She expertly teased the folds apart, lapping up the liquid and basking in the intimate moment.

The continued probing proved too much for Fluttershy, who had never been with another pony. The way the slick warm tongue glided across her groin proved irresistible. Instead of struggling to be free, she began to push her hips forward. Her rational thought fled her as she felt something wonderful building, unlike anything she had ever done with her hoof in the shower before.

Fluttershy gasped through her nose, suckling on the pacifier, as Rarity spread her legs further apart. Her tongue began to probe deeper, and yet maddeningly slow. The small nub of her clitoris began to peak out as her muscles contracted, but Rarity made no move towards it yet. Instead, she seemed to be getting off on teasing her by putting her tongue just inside her muscular canal, then withdrawing when Fluttershy’ tightened her muscles.

The temperature in the room seemed a good thirty degrees higher to Fluttershy, who was sweating profusely. The warmth in her abdomen had spread to the tip of each hoof and she could no longer separate her growing orgasm from the sensation of being melted by a bright sun.

Rarity watched her friend melt under her hooves, and let her tongue push in towards the prize. The small pleasure button of Fluttershy had swollen up twice as large. Rarity wrapped her tongue around it, burying her muzzle into her groin. She began to suckle it like a pacifier, and felt Fluttershy tensing up beneath her.

As Fluttershy’s muscles spasmed she began to feel like her legs were rubber. Once the floodgates opened and her orgasm hit, she began to writhe around in ecstasy. Her body had taken on a mind of its own and the growing heat inside her was rapidly vanishing, cured by her release.

The room nearly blacked out as she bucked her hips forward. Fluttershy had never felt so amazing and helpless at the same time.

A few minutes later as she was riding down her post-orgasmic glow, Fluttershy felt somepony crawl next to her.

Rarity laid down on the bed next to Fluttershy and spoke softly into her ear. “Good baby, Mommy is very proud,” she cooed. Rarity ran a hoof through her hair as she positioned their bodies to cuddle. “I wish we had more time. Go to sleep now. You’ll wake up back in your cottage and won’t remember a thing.”

Fluttershy stretched and tried to yawn, only to recall the pacifier gluing her mouth shut. Tired and past the point of having the energy to resist, she instead closed her eyes and began to suckle the pacifier. A light blanket was levitated over the two ponies, and Fluttershy found herself drifting off to sleep.












> 11. M/Sex :: Huddle For Warmth
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Mature Sex. Twilight. F/F. Unbirthing.








The train shook violently on the tracks, causing the occupants to hang on to the seats. Outside of the train car a blizzard was raging, and the strong winds threatened to knock it off the tracks.

“Oh dear,” Fluttershy said. Her voice was lost in the racket of the undercarriage. She was hanging on tightly to Dash’s side.

“Come on, it’s just a little wind, we’ll be fine.” Dash smiled, though she knew by the look on Twilight’s face it was unlikely to be fine.

The alicorn looked outside towards the Crystal Empire. Snow storms this strong were exceedingly rare. It threatened to strand the four ponies in the middle of nowhere if it kept up. “Scootaloo, you doing okay?”

“Yeah, if Dash isn’t scared, then I’m not either!” Scootaloo smiled, though she stayed right up against Dash’s side.

“If I’d known we’d have this much trouble practicing for the Equestrian Games I’d never have suggested we come,” Dash said.

“I had to inspect the course, I just didn’t expect a blizzard,” Twilight replied.

A strong gust shook the train, bringing the moment they had all feared. Their seat belts jerked them into the seats as the train car fell off the track.

Windows shattered and snow forced its way inside as the car slid to a stop in the deep snow. The lights went out, and the windows facing the sky were partly covered in loose snow.

“Everypony okay?” Twilight asked. Her horn helped illuminate the carriage and she unfastened her seatbelt. Thankfully, she hadn’t been injured in the crash.

“Yeah, I think so,” Dash answered. She was busy disentangling herself from Fluttershy and Scootaloo, eliciting a yelp from the filly.

“Ow! My side hurts,” Scootaloo stated.

Twilight got up and used her magic to open one of the windows overhead, and blow the loose snow off the others. Now that the setting sun was free to shine through the windows the four ponies could see better.

“Let me see, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said. She began to examine the hurt filly.

“Twilight, go check and see if the conductor is okay.” Dash gestured to the others, “I’ll keep an eye on them for now.”

Twilight climbed out the window and looked around. The snow was falling heavily and the only two other train cars—the engine, and the coal car—were scattered ahead. She made the short flight to the engine and felt the icy wind cutting through her hair. Her wings were already going numb from the cold.

By the time she got there she regretted leaving the relative warmth of the train car, knowing they could easily die to exposure if they tried to go get help. Twilight found an open window and peered inside. The conductor hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt, as he was busy shoveling coal. There was nothing Twilight could do for him now.

After getting back to the others, Twilight closed the window behind her, leaving only a small crack for fresh air.

“Twilight, is the conductor—”

She shook her head, cutting Dash off. “It’s just us, we’ll need to find a way to stay warm until the morning.”

Fluttershy had found a blanket and wrapped Scootaloo up, but the filly was still trembling. “Twilight, she’s so much smaller than us I don’t know how we’ll keep her warm.”

“We’ll have to huddle for warmth, but I’m sure I can think of some spell to help us out.”

“I”ll go get help,” Dash said. “I can be there in ten seconds—”

“I doubt it,” Twilight interjected. “It’s got to be at least twenty below, plus the wind.” She shook her wings, flinging bits of snow and ice off the feathers. “I barely made it to the conductor, and flying faster will only make the windchill worse.”

“We can’t just sit here!”

“We don’t have a choice.”

Twilight used her magic to tear some of the cushioned benches off of the floor, shaking the broken glass off them. She then began lining them up until they fit together like bricks, forming a layer of bedding over the snow. After a few minutes, half the shattered floor of the train car had been turned into a large bed.

Fluttershy had found more blankets from somewhere in the train and got to work creating a little nest in the corner of the car. The cold air was starting to get to them. Without the power to the car there was no heat, and the windows didn’t have much in the way of insulation.

At last the four ponies had bundled up together in the corner of the car. The few blankets they had were wrapped around them all, and the icy cushions were finally warming up.

Twilight searched her mind for spells, quickly going through most of the normal ones. She saw Scootaloo’s nose turning blue, and she was still shivering despite both Fluttershy and Dash wrapped around her. Even the full grown mares might not last the night, and it wasn’t like she could light a fire inside the train car.

There were some ‘other’ spells Twilight knew. These spells were a guilty pleasure of hers. When it was a cold lonely night, Twilight could conjure all manner of objects and fantasy stallions to please her. She figured one day she’d meet the right stallion to date, and surprise them with her wide repertoire of sexual spells.

The spell in question, that could keep them warm, was one she hadn’t tested yet and wasn’t sure what would happen. One look at Scootaloo let her know it was time to test it. Yet, if it didn’t work, it might injure the filly.

She didn’t want to alarm her friends, so she cast a spell to cause them to fall asleep. They began to snore softly as Twilight levitated Scootaloo over to her.

“T-Twilight? D-did you f-find a way to m-make me w-warm?” Scootaloo asked.

“Yes, don’t worry.” Twilight parted the blankets below her, setting Scootaloo down at her hind legs. “I need you to trust me, Scootaloo.”

The shivering filly nodded, as Twilight’s horn began to glow. She inhaled and tried to relax her muscles, making modifications to the spell as it was never intended to be used quite like this.

Scootaloo felt something warm and moist against her hind legs. Her hooves were being gripped tightly by Twilight’s marehood. Despite the slickness and the smell, it was comfortable and warm. She looked up at Twilight, and her smile vanished. “Twilight? What are you doing?”

“I can keep you warm, inside me. It’ll just be until we get rescued.”

“Uh, okay, I trust you.” She bit her lip apprehensively, but as the magic slid her in past her flanks she began to relax. It was more than warm, it was perfect. Already feeling was returning to her hooves. Scootaloo felt muscles clench down around her and pull her further in. She wasn’t sure what to make of the spell, but it was like wearing a perfectly heated blanket that massaged every inch of skin at the same time.

Twilight moaned, not expecting this spell to feel so good. She bit her lip to stifle the moan, as her magic continued to spread out her insides to make room to accommodate the filly. This had to be done to save her life, and Twilight decided the enjoyment was just a fringe benefit.

A strong contraction pulled her wings in, pinning them to her side. Scootaloo moved her legs around to get comfortable as she slid in up to her neck. “Hey, will I be able to breathe?” She was starting to be pulled in faster and faster, and wasn’t sure what to expect next. Already she had curled her legs up and felt safe and secure, as if it wasn’t even cold outside anymore.

“Yeah—” Twilight bit her lip, cutting herself off. Scootaloo was wiggling around inside her muscular birth canal. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, and made it hard to focus on the spell. Luckily, Scootaloo was so far in that her body could only pull her in deeper.

Twilight felt Scootaloo smushed up against something, and she couldn’t push the filly in any farther. Scootaloo’s face still poked out of her labia, but Twilight didn’t want to let any part of Scootaloo get cold.

“Thanks, Twilight, this is perfect! But uh, weird, you know?” Scootaloo asked.

“Y-yeah. You’ll be safe now,” Twilight replied. The magic, or perhaps the filly in between her legs, was warming Twilight up. The spell seemed to be working perfectly, but she had to finish getting Scootaloo deeper inside where she’d be safe.

Her horn glowed and she bit her lip as she slowly parted her cervix, numbing it to the pain. Scootaloo felt something shift, and started to get pulled further inside. “Uh, Twilight?”

There was a wet plopping sound as Twilight’s marehood closed over Scootaloo’s head. She slowly slid down the canal into the womb, the muscles tightening down around her as she slid further inside.

The wiggling inside her was driving Twilight mad. The building pressure, the pulsing muscles, and the bulge of warm pony traveling into her was driving her towards a climax. She had never tried a toy as large as a pony before, and wondered if the spell could be modified, before focusing back on the task at hoof.

Scootaloo felt more room now that she was in Twilight’s womb. It had been shaped by the magic to accommodate her. “Wow, thanks Twilight! This is even better.”

“Mmhmm,” Twilight moaned. She let the spell fade from her horn, and felt her cervix closing back up. The filly inside her curled up and felt so delightfully warm.

As the womb sealed shut, Scootaloo began to panic. “Hey, Twilight, why’s it getting smaller? Twilight?”

She heard the filly and lowered a hoof to her marehood. “Shh, it’s okay, Scootaloo, go to sleep.”

Twilight’s hoof began to rub up and down, parting her lips and stimulating her towards the orgasm that had been building this whole time.



	

The night was brutally cold. By the time Dash woke up, the only thing she could feel was the two ponies pushing against her under the blanket. Twilight still seemed to be warm, somehow, whereas Fluttershy and herself were icy cold.

“Twilight?” Dash began to shiver, flexing her legs. Her hooves and wings were numb and she recalled lessons in flight camp about frostbite. “Where’s Scootaloo?”

Fluttershy seemed to wake up at the mention that the filly was missing. “What? Scootaloo? Oh no, I can’t feel my hooves!”

“Relax, girls. Scootaloo is fine, I found a spell that’ll keep you both warm,” Twilight explained.

“Really? Where’d she go?” Dash asked.

“It may sound a little strange, but I modified a spell to keep her warm! She’s safe, inside my belly,” Twilight said. “Look.”

Dash glanced over and saw a shapely bulge, like a pregnant pony would have. “You can’t be s-serious?”

“Fluttershy, Dash, you’re my friends and look at how cold you are. Yet I’m nice and warm. Please, the storm is still going full strength and you barely lasted one night! Let me help you.”

“I uh. . . um if Dash says it’s safe,” Fluttershy said.

“Well, I trust you Twilight. If you say it’s safe, and I already lost the feeling in my legs,” Dash said. “What do we have to do?”

“Well, Scootaloo was much smaller so I’ve been thinking about the spell. I think it’ll work, but if you two could just hug each other? Get a little smaller?”

The two ponies began to clutch to each other, realizing how ice cold the other was. Dash felt Fluttershy’s heartbeat against her chest. “Ok.”

“Now, I’ll just slide your hind legs in and only push you up into my pussy, so you’ll be warm. You don’t have to go all the way in,” Twilight explained.

“Uh, y-yeah just h-hurry it’s c-cold,” Fluttershy stated.

She lit up her horn and began the process. Dash felt her hind legs enter a gaping hole. Looking down she saw Twilight’s marehood stretched open like the jaws of a predator. “What about Scootaloo?”

“She’s fine,” Twilight said dismissively. 

Fluttershy squeaked as she felt smooth muscle tighten around her flanks. She wiggled her hind legs and felt nothing but more warm folds of flesh. As the magic slid her in further, she began to get frightened and looked at Dash.

The two ponies were being smooshed together in their embrace as Twilight’s vagina tugged them deeper inside. Dash offered a smirk to Fluttershy. “Hey, it’s okay.” There was a sucking sound as they slid in a little further, the canal now half-way up their sides.

Twilight was biting her lips hard, trying not to groan loudly. The feeling of the two ponies stretching her out as they slid inside was incredibly arousing. Their legs and wings wiggling made it even better as they massaged her insides.

Dash gulped as the muscles continued spreading a slimy coating over her, and tugging at her shoulders. Feeling was returning to her legs and with the threat of freezing to death out of the way, she was beginning to realize what an awkward situation they were in. Dash wouldn’t be able to explain to anypony exactly how Twilight had saved her life.

Fluttershy felt Twilight’s belly expanding and making more room for them as her neck was swallowed. Now that the two ponies had only their heads outside of Twilight’s marehood, they expected her to stop. Instead, they felt another contraction as they slid in deeper.

“Hey, Twi, you can stop now,” Dash said. She pushed with her hind legs and tried to wiggle her head to a better position.

“The spell isn’t over, you have to go just inside for my pussy to close and stay warm. I promise, it’ll be okay until we’re rescued,” Twilight said. Now that they couldn’t see her, she was moaning softly and rubbing her hooves over her breasts.

“It’s okay, Dashie,” Fluttershy offered. “We’ll be okay.”

Another contraction pulled them a few inches deeper and the stretched pussy lips of Twilight became suddenly taut, closing up over their heads. Their hair was still hanging outside of Twilight, but was slowly sliding inside with them. 

It was dark, with only some pinkish light getting in, yet Fluttershy and Dash could still breathe. They were sandwiched face to face and began blushing as they were forced to kiss each other.

“Heh, tight fit, Flutters?” Dash chuckled and shifted to get into a better position. She heard somepony moaning loudly as muscles spasmed around them.

“Twilight, that hurts!” Fluttershy said. She writhed around, but it seemed to make the contractions worse.

Twilight was hit by her first orgasm as one hoof rubbed her belly and another, drenched in her juices, worked towards her clitoris. Her spell was winding down as the womb expanded and the cervix began to expand and enclose the two ponies inside.

Dash felt like she had a little more room but was still curled up around Fluttershy, unable to do much but hug her and shift her legs if one of them got pinched.

“It is kind of nice, Dashie, so warm. . .” Fluttershy yawned, nuzzling into Dash’s neck.

“Yeah, kinda messed up but it feels so good. . .” Dash felt drowsiness washing over her as well. 

The cervix slowly sealed around them, enclosing them into the womb. Between the warmth, and the spell Twilight was casting on them, neither pony stayed awake for long.

Twilight continued rubbing at the two ponies in her womb. Despite putting them to sleep, they still shifted constantly inside her. With her magic freed up for other uses, she conjured up a vibrating toy and slid it inside her marehood. It had tightened up, like the neck of a balloon, to its normal size. Only the womb where the two ponies now rested was still expanded.

As such, the vibrator hit her clit nearly instantly, sending a shiver down her spine. She spent the day playing with herself and nurturing the two ponies by rubbing her belly. Exhaustion finally set in and she fell asleep.



	

Dash woke up first and felt like something was wrong. The womb felt much wetter than before, and her body seemed to tingle all over. “Twilight? Hey, Twilight!”

Outside, the mare began to wake up, hearing a faint mumbling from inside her sealed womb. She started to rub the bulge in her belly hoping they’d go back to sleep. “Shh, time for sleep little babies,” Twilight cooed.

Panicked and unsure why there was a hoof rubbing her side, Dash stretched out and tried to push her way out. She prodded several areas but couldn’t find any sign of the canal Twilight had slid them up to get them inside her.

Being safe or warm was the farthest thought from Dash’s mind as she struggled to get free. That’s when she realized what had alarmed her: she wasn’t breathing. Dash could not breathe, yet wasn’t suffocating. She felt something tug at her belly, causing a sharp jolt of pain to go through her.

Dash couldn’t make out much in the dim light, but was able to find and feel a long cord coming out of her belly. If she didn’t know better, she’d think it was an umbilical cord.

Fluttershy woke up, due to all of Dash’s thrashing about. She stretched and tried to give a yawn, only to feel that her lips had been sealed shut. She began moaning in panic, quickly realizing her lungs were also not breathing.

“Twilight! Let us out, now!” She tried to give a solid punch to her belly, causing a small bump to appear to Twilight on the outside.

“Shh, it’s okay, it feels so good when you struggle,” Twilight said. She ran a hoof over her belly. “And Scootaloo was younger and didn’t give me nearly as much fun.”

Dash was having trouble hearing Twilight through her womb. There was a loud heartbeat drowning most of it out. “Twilight! Sto—mmph!” Skin seemed to creep over Dash’s snout like liquid, pouring across her lips and sealing them shut. The tingling skin solidified quickly, cutting off her ability to speak.

The rising fluid soon engulfed the two ponies, bathing them in a warm buoyant solution. Now, they had neither the mouths nor the air to complain to Twilight. 

Fluttershy couldn’t quite figure out what was going on, having been slightly younger and regressed more quickly than Dash. She only knew she was trapped inside Twilight, her mouth gone, and her hooves so soft it was like they almost weren’t even there. Her ears seemed muffled or absent, and her eyes were largely useless.

A feeling of warmth spread through Fluttershy’s belly, as the umbilical cord drained her energy and nutrients from her. It was almost euphoric as she drained away, though from her point of view Fluttershy didn’t realize her dire situation.

Dash felt her marehood tightening up and shrinking, sealing itself shut. Her body had rapidly devolved until she had only a urethra and anus remaining, and all her hair had vanished. She looked like an alien inside the womb, had she the eyesight to see it.

Outside, Twilight was covered in the blankets and thrusting a magic dildo the size of a fire hydrant into her marehood. The loose, stretched cunt had grown from absorbing the ponies. This caused Twilight to seek larger items to simulate that wonderful feeling of a pony. The bulge traveled up nearly all the way to her womb as she thrust it in and out. The building speed was causing her to breath hard in short gasps. Twilight had lost count of the numerous orgasms, but as long as the two ponies kept wiggling she knew she’d have plenty more.



	

Dash couldn’t remember how long it had been. Her legs were so short they were almost useless, yet she had found Fluttershy and held on tightly. The two were little more than the size of newborn foals now.

Neither one of them knew much about what had happened. Their brains had been steadily shrinking, their eyes had undeveloped, and all their distinguishing features vanished. They had only their heartbeats remaining, as they held tightly to each other.

Their transparent skin would have given an observer a good view of their various organs slowly shrinking and vanishing. Their sense of touch was the only comfort they had left.

Fluttershy squirmed as she felt an odd pain. Her heart had stopped beating as it dissolved. The umbilical cord that was absorbing her was still providing enough blood flow and nutrients to keep her alive. She wanted to scream, or escape, but was little more than a lump of flesh, unable to even cry.

Dash clutched her tightly when she felt the heart stop, fearing she was dead. Moments later her own heart stopped. Fluttershy drifted out of her grasp as Dash’s muscles grew too weak to hang on.

The two floated in the womb, slowly vanishing. Dash felt her awareness being tugged at and sucked down the umbilical cord. She began mentally screaming out loud for help. Dash felt the muscle and skin shift around her until her mind stopped moving. The next time she screamed she got an answer.

“Hey, Dash, shooo, it’ll be okay,” Twilight said. She rubbed a hoof over her newly plumped up teats, where Dash’s mind had taken residence.

“Twilight, what’d you do to me?” Dash asked.

“You’re part of me now, forever! Just like Fluttershy and Scootaloo.”

Dash moaned as Twilight teased her breasts, kneading at them so Dash could feel it.

“I’m kinda itchy, Twilight,” Fluttershy said.

A hoof wandered over to scratch her flank, where Fluttershy was. Before Dash could ask, she heard Scootaloo speak up. “Hey, Dash! Look, I’m a cutie mark now!”

“Ugh, isn’t this great? Fluttershy is ass fat and I’m a pair of tits!” Dash wanted to be angry, but felt magic slowly gripping at her nipples.

“You’re lucky, Dash, the breasts are highly sensitive. We’ll have so much fun together!”

Hooves stepped onto the train car, sending an echo through it. Twilight became aware of several ponies walking across the top of the train.

“Twilight!” Applejack shouted.

“In here,” Twilight called back.

“Do you think they came to rescue us?” Fluttershy asked.

A moment later, one of the train windows was busted open and Applejack jumped in, followed shortly by Big Mac and Thunderlane.

“Thank heavens you’re alright! But where are the others?” Applejack asked.

“They tried to go for help, I was hurt in the crash. Didn’t they send you?”

“No, we came because we heard how bad the storm was.”

“Eeyup,” Mac added.

“Then. . . they’re dead?” Twilight gulped, hiding her grin to put on an excellent act.

“Ah, uh. . . let’s get ya home, Twilight,” Applejack said.

“Did ya gain weight?” Big Mac asked.

Thunderlane started to laugh while Applejack shook her head in shame. “Ya don’t ask a mare that.” She glanced at Twilight, noticing that her belly was larger, and her wings did seem bigger. “But uh, ya do look like ya grew some.”

“Oh, alicorns continue to grow, that’s why Celestia is so big! I doubt it was anything I ate,” Twilight said. “The sun will set soon and the storm is still going, maybe we should wait for morning,” 

Applejack turned to her brother and Thunderlane. They both nodded. “Makes sense, sis.”

“Alright, we brought some winter supplies. Let’s get it all in here for the night.”



	




Dear Princess Celestia,

Several days ago Twilight, Dash, Fluttershy, and Scootaloo went missing after their train from the Crystal Empire crashed. We didn’t want to worry you, and sent out a search party consisting of Applejack, Big Mac, and Thunderlane.

The search party never reported back. Please, we need your help and should have come to you in the first place! Our friends are stuck out in the blizzard, can you help us find them?

Sincerely,
Spike, Pinkie, Rarity
















> 12. M/Sex :: Caramel Cider
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Mature Sex. Caramel, Braeburn, Big Mac, OC's. M/M. Inflation.








There was a knock at my door, so I got off the sofa to go greet my guest. I opened the door to let him in.

“Howdy, Cider,” Caramel said.

“Hey, come on in.”

I stepped aside and let him into my house. “So, you got the surprise ready?”

“Sure do.” I gestured over to the basement. It was used for storage but I cleaned it out and got it ready for his big birthday present. It was my way to repay him for the last few months we had spent together, as well as have some fun myself.

“I’ve gotta admit I’m looking forward to whatever you have in store.”

“You remember the safe word?” I asked.

“Sure do.”

“Great, let’s get you ready.” I lead him down into the basement, enjoying the way he looked around like I was the villain in some horror novel, leading him to his doom. The basement wasn’t that dusty, and all the boxes had been moved to the side. It still did have a bit of a weird vibe to it.

In the middle of the room was a table I had modified using some old shop tools. It was now bent in half, forming a ninety-degree angle. The table had two V’s cut into it. The downward facing one matching a pony’s hind legs, and leaving their member to dangle freely. The top side’s V formed a place for the head to rest or hang freely, while being used by a stallion.

Four strong straps rested where each hoof would lay, effectively trapping a pony in the ‘come hither’ position and putting them at their captor’s mercy.

“Wow, you went all out on this one,” Caramel commented.

“Better get yourself comfortable. I put some padding on there for you.”

I helped him get into place against the table, until he was bent over it like a mare over the side of a bed. He was already getting aroused just thinking about what I must have planned for him. I leaned down and fastened the straps around his hind legs, binding them to the table. They were padded enough not to cut into him, but tight enough not to let them slide off.

With his hind legs secured, I went around to take care of his forelegs. “Wow, I don’t get to be on this end often,” Caramel observed.

“It can be addictive.” I fastened the last strap, trapping his fourth leg to the table. “Being so helpless and vulnerable. . .”

“What are you going to do to me?” he asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“First you’ll need this ring-gag. Can you still tap your hoof?” I asked.

He tapped it three times on the wood, which was their safe-word. I lifted up the ring gag, slipping it into place until it clicked in behind his teeth. The strap that held it into place was easy to tighten, until Caramel was stuck there with his mouth wide open.

“Good, now don’t go anywhere while I go get our friends,” I stated.

Caramel mumbled something and tugged at the restraints. Only now did he truly realize what it was like to be the sub, to be little more than an object—giving his consent and free will over to another.

“Oh, and since our friends are coming, here’s a blindfold. If you can guess who’s who, you’ll be rewarded nicely.”

He squirmed around, getting comfortable in his restraints, as I fastened a blindfold over his eyes. I turned and left him in the basement.

Once I got upstairs and went outside I found our friends waiting next door at Segite’s house. Him and Braeburn had been long time friends of Caramel and I. They’d even convinced Big Mac to come along, who had been a bit more hesitant to come out of the stables.

“Hey, you ready to give Caramel his birthday present?” I asked.

“Sure am!” Braeburn answered.

“Brae and I have been hoping for a chance to spend time with you two,” Segite stated.

“You ready too, Mac?” I inquired.

“Eeyup.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

I led them back to my house and into the basement. The rules of our game tonight had been explained to them, and they understood he’d be trying to guess which of his friends were mounting him. Since we planned at least half a dozen rounds, I’d procured some blue pills from Vinyl that would increase our stamina and the strength of our orgasms.

Braeburn had gotten to go first and went around to his head. Caramel struggled against the restraints, knowing the first pony was here. He didn’t get any hints on which stallion was in front of him.

Caramel felt the weight on his shoulders as Braeburn climbed up. Once his stallionhood was close enough, Caramel started to lap at it. As it began to grow, Caramel did his best to wrap his lips around the head.

I walked up behind Caramel and stroked my shaft, getting ready for my turn. A little lubricant would help me speed things along, though Braeburn ran into no such difficulty. He had started to stifle some moans, not wanting to give away his identity.

Before I got in position I saw how hard Caramel had gotten. His thick cock was twitching below the table, completely devoid of any stimulation. I smiled, enjoying his torment for a moment.

As I climbed onto the table, I could see Caramel’s neck straightened out and bulging slightly. Deepthroating a stallion was definitely a learned skill, and despite his bondage he was doing admirably. Luckily the table was bolted down, as he was about to have two stallions banging him at once.

I squirted some of the lube on his ass, and slid my already slick member against his back door. Caramel moaned as he felt me slide into place, slowly pushing past his sphincter. I realized that he’d know the feeling of his own special somepony. In order to win this round, I decided to be a little rougher and try to throw him off.

My hooves thudded down above his flanks, and I dug into his stomach under his ribs for leverage. Pushing forward, I quickly reached my limit as he slid down to the base of my shaft. From here, I began to pull halfway out before thrusting back in, making the table sway slightly as I did so.

I could see Braeburn speeding up and using his hooves to grab Caramel’s mane and hold him steady. My own pace quickened once I felt Caramel pushing back against me, eager for more.

His tight ass was hot and slick, and bound to the table, he couldn’t move an inch. I had to resist the urge to blow my load early because it felt so good. Caramel continued to clench his ass around my shaft, and I could feel each of Braeburn’s thrusts pushing him further back against me.

My hoof found its way under the table to tug on Caramel’s balls and tease him. After a few groans from him I couldn’t wait any longer, speeding up until the friction built up. I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my shaft, spreading outward into my abdomen. I tightened up my muscles, prolonging the sensation longer. Finally, the dam burst and I felt my muscles contract and begin pumping my semen into Caramel.

Braeburn must have been timing it because he started to cum at the same time. I pushed deeper into Caramel as I felt my load shooting inside him, filling him up. I could feel the pressure building inside him and started to pull out. My orgasm seemed to put out a lot more cum than usual, and for a fleeting moment it almost looked like Caramel had gained ten pounds. His stomach seemed to be bulging slightly and gurgling.

Once I’d finished and cleaned up I went around to the front and loosened the ring gag until it came out and hung around his neck.

“Okay, what’s your guess?” I asked.

“Hmm. Was it you and Segite?” Caramel asked.

“Nope. Time for the next two.”

“You brought mo—mmph!”

“Sure did!”

Caramel tried to look around and tilt his head, but couldn’t see anything out of the corners of the blindfold.

Big Mac and Segite had taken their pills too with some water and were already hard. Segite lubed himself up and walked up behind Caramel.

I watched as he climbed up, using a hoof to help spread Caramel’s ass and insert his cock. He slid into place with practiced motions and began rocking back and forth slowly. From my spot on the sidelines I became a bit envious, as Vinyl’s magic pills had left me rock hard and ready for more. There wasn’t much I could do now but watch.

Big Mac got up in front of Caramel. It wasn’t his first time with a stallion, but he went much slower than the rest of us had. He started with just his tip in Caramel’s mouth, making short thrusts and advancing slowly.

The stallions picked up their pace and it wasn’t long before I was watching them cum inside Caramel. Sure enough, they seemed to be inflating him slightly as they pumped him full of seed. I’d have to remember to ask Vinyl for more of them. Caramel looked cute with some extra fat on his belly, even if it was temporary.

I went up in front of him and took the ring gag out. He was burping and moaning, no doubt from the large bulge in his stomach. “What’s your guess?”

“Well, it was you and somepony else last time,” Caramel deduced. “You said it wasn’t Segite, so that must have been him just now.”

I smirked. “And your second guess?”

“Well, if Segite’s here Braeburn must be too, but that couldn’t of been him. It almost felt like I imagine Big Mac would.”

“Shoot.” I looked over at the others. “Well, he guessed right, so I guess he’ll get to cum.”

“Why don’t we take him down and share?” Braeburn asked.

“Sounds good to me. Caramel?”

“Sure,” he answered.

I unfastened the straps and let him get off, helping him to his hooves. He groaned, and laid down on his back. “Whew, I feel so full,” Caramel stated.

“You’re hard as a brick, just relax and let us do the rest,” I said. I sat down on his chest, taking his throbbing shaft into my hooves. I began to tease his tip with my tongue and run my hooves down his shaft to his balls, then tugging on them. He seemed close to the edge already.

Braeburn came over and interrupted. “Hey, you gotta share.”

“You gotta care,” Segite said from behind me.

I smiled and gestured to Braeburn. He positioned himself over Caramel’s ass, sliding in slowly to his medial ring. He then leaned forward, catching me off-guard as he kissed me. I returned the favor, quickly finding myself closing my eyes and leaning into it.

Behind me I heard a muffled moan as Segite thrust into Caramel’s mouth. He began to thrust forward as Braeburn pounded Caramel’s ass.

This left me contently in the middle, stroking down Caramel’s shaft. It began to erupt, covering my orange coat in semen. Some of it even got onto the bandana around my neck. He’d certainly built up a lot while we bucked and teased him.

Luckily, Braeburn leaned back in and began kissing me. I let his tongue back into my mouth and enjoyed it, absentmindedly stroking Caramel’s dick some more. Somehow Braeburn was able to stroke my own cock with a hoof, giving me just enough stimulation to feel another orgasm building.

Caramel’s muffled moans barely reached my ears as he was sandwiched between the two stallions. I focused on Braeburn’s tongue, trying to wrestle it down with my own. The base of my shaft was rubbing against Caramel’s leg and I felt my next orgasm pass the point of no return.

I moaned into Braeburn’s mouth and sperm shot out of my cock, covering his vest. He had to have been close too, because he thrust into Caramel and exploded at the same moment. His stomach distended a little more as him and Segite pumped their  second loads inside of him.

It took a minute to recover as we all sat and laid down. The night had been exhausting, but my libido was still running wild.

“Hey, Cider, how long do those pills last? I’m still rock hard over here,” Segite said.

“Uh, let me check.” I walked over and found the small non-descript box the pills came in. “Guaranteed to have you coming for six to eight hours. See a doctor if erection lasts more than twelve.”

“Shit,” Braeburn said. “I think we’re gonna be at this awhile.”

“It’s alright,” Caramel said, patting the bulge in his stomach. “I can take plenty more, this is the best birthday gift ever.”











> 13. M/Sex :: Orphy's Bundled Joy
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Mature Sex. OC's. M/M. BDSM, orgasm control.








Orphy turned the page of the book he was reading with his magic. He had quite the collection of literature, most of it erotic, yet had few ponies he was comfortable enough around to consider trying this stuff out. Still, it was just as fun to read about all the fun devices inside of it.

Looking up from his desk he levitated a pulley up to a metal crossbar and tightened a bolt to hold it in place. It was one a few devices he had experimented with building, in the hopes he’d find a pony to enjoy them with.

There was the sound of hoofsteps on the stairs to the basement and a knock, then Cider poked his head in. “Hey, Orphy, we’re gonna be late for the—oh, what’s this?”

Orphy smiled and walked over towards him, playing innocent. “Whatever do you mean? I’m much to shy to have a secret sex dungeon.”

“Heh, wow. I didn’t think you had enough fun with me last week to build me an entire sex dungeon.” Cider walked in and looked at the metal crossbar and stand. “What’s it do?”

Putting a hoof over his shoulder he sighed. “Ciderbuddy, it’d be much too complicated to explain. Why don’t I show you?”

“You sure? I know you’ve read some books but this—”

He had read books, and they said to take charge. It was time to repay Cider for the fun they had last week. “Get on your belly, right over there,” he said with a commanding voice.

Cider hid a smirk as he walked over there and knelt down. “Like this?”

Already a dozen ideas were going through Orphy’s mind, but first he needed to get him restrained. “It’ll do, now just put your forelegs behind your back.” He levitated some rope through the pulley attached to the crossbar and let it hang above Cider. He then got out a monoglove to put Cider’s two hooves into.

“What’s taking so long, egghead?” Cider teased.

“That’s no way to talk to your master.” He opened up the thick fabric foreleg-binder and slid it over his forelegs. The first strap he tightened pinned his hooves in the small pouch at the bottom, so he couldn’t pull them out. He then threaded straps under his shoulders and back to the top of the binder.

“You’re good at this, have you been seeing other stallions?”

Orphy ignored the quip, waiting just a little longer to finish with the binder. He tugged it as far up his legs as it could go, and quickly tightened the straps, pulling his forelegs together. Once they were touching up to the second joint, he locked the last strap into place. Cider was trapped now, unable to walk or free his legs, meaning Orphy could take charge.

“You have a filthy mouth, even for an earth pony. You will show master respect or else, Ciderbuddy.”

He moaned and took a deep breath. “Yes, Master.”

“In fact, you’re the one who has been naughty. Leaving me here, all alone, to read books instead of putting you where you belong?” He slapped his hoof against Cider’s cutie mark, causing him to yelp.

“Sorry, Master.” Cider chuckled, enjoying the treatment.

“Did I say something funny?” He had to stifle his own laughter and slap his other flank.

“No, Master.” Cider felt his shaft extending from the sheath beneath his belly, and had to shift his weight to the side so it could finish growing.

Orphy saw this, and felt his own arousal growing. “Look at the little earth pony slut, turned on by a few insults.”

“Jealous of something you see?” Cider glanced back at Orphy whose member was twitching beneath his belly.

“That’s enough out of you.” He levitated over a bit and bridle. It was a modification of a device used to gag ponies in the dark ages, when ponies were used as labor to pull carriages and plow fields. Orphy had made it himself.

The harness slapped over Cider’s head, and the thick rubber bit was pulled taut against the back of his mouth. It pinned his lips open and he felt a buckle clicking into place behind his head. Another strap went below his ears, and one above it, so that it wouldn’t move out of place.

Orphy watched him begin to drool as the bit pinned his tongue down and his mouth open. With three straps holding it in place, he wouldn’t be complaining anymore tonight. “Comfortable, Ciderbuddy?”

“Mmph.” He shifted his weight and tested his bonds, but they didn’t budge. “Mmph.”

“Oh my, we forgot a safe word.” Orphy ran a hoof through his hair, then untied the bandana from around Cider’s neck. “Now you’re in for it. Perhaps next time you’ll show me some respect.” He shot him a cocky grin and watched his eyes look down at the floor.

“Mmp mpph.” Cider knew he was helpless and was loving it, glad to see his friend enjoying himself.

Orphy got up and threaded the rope through a metal ring in the foreleg binder. “Stand up, slave. I need to teach you a little respect.”

Cider felt his forelegs jerked up behind his back, sending a sharp pain through his shoulders. He got to his hooves, realizing after a moment that the device Orphy had built was to suspend his weight.

He was now dangling there, with his hind legs on the ground, drooling onto the floor. Cider felt his dick twitching beneath him, begging for stimulation. For the first time he wondered if this was a good idea, as Orphy could tease him relentlessly before letting him cum. Then again, that might be a good thing.

Orphy slid a ring up Cider’s shaft, until it was sitting snug at the base. It constricted slightly, ensuring he would stay aroused. Orphy then placed a band around Cider’s scrotum, squeezing it and pushing his balls down.

Cider whinnied and squirmed, unable to dislodge either of the bands tormenting him. Somehow they made him even more aroused, despite being unpleasant.

Metal clinked on the ground as Orphy got a spreader bar. “Oh, does the filthy little slut want to know what I’m doing back here?”

“Mmph.” He tried to look underneath himself to see what he was up to, but it strained his neck to much.

A hoofcuff clicked closed around his left hindleg. It was tightened until the padding was digging into his leg. Orphy then used his magic and spread the legs apart so he could attach the other hoofcuff.

Cider felt himself stretching as the bar was expanded, getting his legs nice and far apart. He felt like he was balancing on the rope more than standing at this point. Something started wrapping around his tail and he felt it being pulled up and pushed out of the way.

Orphy finished wrapping a bolt of cloth around his tail. “Well, don’t you look like the town harlot now.” Cider’s ass was exposed for all to see, and his swollen balls dangled beneath begging for release.

“Mmph.” Cider tried to suck up some of the drool but was fighting a losing battle. His dick was starting to ache, hard as concrete, with no release in site. He’d never been so hopeless and aroused before.

Behind him, Orphy had finished preparing with some lube. “Well, lucky for you I read a book on how to handle dirty little whores.” He levitated a small switch of wood over and whipped Cider in the side, causing him to grunt.

The head of Orphy’s dick pushed up against Cider’s ass. It flattened out against the tight sphincter as Cider tightened up. “Come on, you know you want this.” He brought the switch down against the other flank, causing a sharp squeal. “Relax, or else.”

Cider was breathing quickly and trying his best to relax. He slowed his breathing until it was nice and deep, and tried to ignore the throbbing member slapping against his belly. Finally he felt his anal sphincter give way, letting Orphy’s dick slide in. The stretching was painful at first, like it usually was, but Orphy went slowly to let him adjust. After a moment, the invader no longer caused Cider to ache. It was now a welcome pressure, and a pleasant fullness.

Orphy moaned as he slid in to his medial ring. He didn’t remember Cider being this tight, and wondered if it had to do with the bondage. He swung his switch through the air, leaving another red mark on Cider’s flank. It caused Cider to clench his muscles in response, grabbing a tight hold of Orphy’s shaft.

“I could get used to this, Ciderbuddy, you could be my own little mud pony. A lovely little leash and a cage. . .” Orphy slid in past the medial ring until he bottomed out, unable to proceed any further. He then reached a hoof under and began to stroke Cider’s cock. “I’d get to feed you my semen any time I wanted.”

“MMmph.” Cider’s front half swung around on the rope as he felt the hoof tracing a vein down his dick. He was so close to orgasm, yet at the same time it felt impossible to get that last push. I’m definitely gonna have to borrow some of those books.

As Orphy withdrew his cock he finally took his hoof off Cider’s member. “Whinny for me, slut.”

Cider obeyed, letting out a whinny as he felt the emptiness inside him growing. His own dick was twitching in excitement, eager for the next thrust. As he felt the dick push back inside him, his whinny turned into a deep-throated moan.

Orphy was enjoying the damp warmth of his willing slave. It was so much more than he had hoped for. He dropped the switch and put his hooves on Cider’s back, digging them into his ribs to get a good grip. The next thrust was with much more force, causing Cider to rock forward.

The foreleg binder stretched Cider’s shoulders, sending a jolt of pain through him. At the same time, he felt a wonderful expansion in his colon as Orphy thrust in much harder. Cider could feel pre-cum almost pouring out of his cock. With each thrust, it spasmed against his belly, yet his frustration only grew.

Orphy sped up his pace, and felt Cider getting impatient. His ass kept clenching up in excitement and dragging against Orphy’s medial ring. As his head began to swell up and flare inside of Cider, the stimulation became even better for Orphy. Now he could feel every inch of every thrust, as he scraped along the insides.

Cider could feel the expansion deep inside him, and almost felt like it was poking against his ribs. Orphy was swelling up and filling him so completely that Cider began to convulse in pleasure, wiggling side to side as he sore cock begged for attention.

Orphy felt his orgasm fast approaching as his growing dick made Cider’s tight ass even tighter. With this much stimulation, Orphy felt sparks begin to erupt from his horn. The growing warmth in his groin was sending excited pulses of electricity up his spine, and triggering electrical sensations throughout his horn.

As Cider was squished forward against his restraints he noticed the change in pace. Orphy was slowing down, thrusting in deeper and harder and grunting hard. He recognized his partner was close, trying to milk a few more thrusts out of it. Cider took a deep breath and tightened his ass as much as he could to push him over the edge.

Orphy was enjoying his last few thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper each time. He felt everything tighten down around him and made one last thrust. His vision went white for a second as magic poured out of his horn. Then he felt his stomach contract and his balls twitch, as a load of semen was pumped down his dick. He began to shoot his load inside Cider, feeling several more following close behind.

Cider could tell be the quivering and moaning above him that Orphy had come, and soon felt the warm load expanding in his ass. Orphy made small, twitching thrusts as he continued to ride his orgasm. The feeling of fullness felt wonderful to Cider, yet he could do little more than whimper as his own swollen dick throbbed and begged for release.

Orphy had finally shot his last load and began to pull out. He’d never had such an amazing experience with Cider, and decided this would have to become a regular occurrence. 

“Good work, Ciderbuddy.”

“MMMMPH!” Cider thrashed in the bonds, letting his dick swing around. “Mmph!”

“Oh my.” Orphy leaned down to inspect his handiwork. Cider was fully erect, veins bulging, and dick twitching every few seconds. A small puddle of pre-cum was on the cement floor beneath him. “Ciderbuddy, would you like some release?”

“MMPH! MMPH!” Cider tried to buck his hips forward and nodded his head.

“You look like you could really use it.”

“Mmph!” Please stop teasing me already! Cider thought.

“I would still like to catch that play we missed, so how about a deal? If you agree to let me tie you up twice this weekend, I’ll let you come. If you don’t agree, then I’ll go catch that play and let you come when I get back,” Orphy offered. “Grunt one for yes, and two for no.”

Cider mulled it over for a moment. He really wanted to cum right now. That would mean two more nights spent like this, helplessly at Orphy’s mercy. Cider then realized: this was a good thing. “MMph!”

Orphy smiled, hearing Cider’s consent to continue the games this weekend. “Well then, let’s see if I can fix that little problem of yours.”

Cider felt his neck being bent down by Orphy’s magic. A moment later, a small rope from the spreader bar attached to Cider’s bit and bridle. From this vantage point, Cider’s entire view was filled by the head of his cock. That was when he realized Orphy’s intention, and he began to struggle to get free.

“Oh, but I thought you loved being a little slut.”

Orphy used his magic to form a sleeve around Cider’s cock. It was a trick Orphy had used many times before, forming small bumps and ridges to rub against his shaft.

Cider felt the magic wrap around his dick and begin rubbing and vibrating slightly. He closed his eyes and grunted, trying to avoid the inevitable. The magic proved overstimulating, and given the past thirty minutes of orgasm denial, he lasted only seconds. The building pressure in the base of his shaft overwhelmed him. He felt his muscles clench up as he exploded, spraying semen onto his face.

Orphy watched with a wide smile as Cider got drenched in his own jizz. Plenty of it landed in his mouth, force open by the bit, and the rest coated his furry orange face. It was well worth the wait to tease his perfect little submissive.

Cider felt the ropes loosening, and a cloth wipe across his face. Moments later he was laying on a blanket on the floor, as the foreleg binder was released. The bit and bridle followed soon after. He looked up and saw Orphy standing there, grinning ear to ear.

“That was amazing, Orphy. . . I mean, Master. I don’t suppose you want to skip that play and make out?” Cider asked.

“I suppose we can, Ciderbuddy.” He stepped onto the blanket and laid down next to him, wrapping a foreleg around him. “But Friday night your ass is mine.” He chuckled, then leaned forward to kiss him.













> 14. M/Sex :: FutaTwiDashShy
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Mature Sex. Twilight, Dash, Fluttershy. Futa/F/F. Vore, cock vore.




Twilight had a rather interesting spell she wanted to test out today. Ever since she’d caught Dash clopping to some images of a pony being swallowed whole by a minotaur, Twilight had begun to learn about vore. Finally, she had just the way to make Dash’s dreams come true.

Dash knocked on the door to the library. “Twilight?”

“Come on in, Dash.” She had sent Spike away so they could have the night together.

“Uh, are we alone?”

Twilight nodded. “Come on up to my room, everything is ready.”

Dash followed her to the room, her eyes drifting to Twilight’s flanks. She’d had many fantasies involving vore, and Twilight’s willingness to try something out was a welcome relief.

Once they got in the room, Twilight closed the door and turned to Dash. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Twilight smiled and her horn lit up. Dash felt an even pressure over her entire body, and a tingling. The room seemed to get bigger to Dash, yet in reality Dash was shrinking. A moment later she was a few inches tall, like a child’s toy.

A purple aura surrounded Dash lifting her into the air. She reached one of her miniature hooves down to rub her pussy. Dash paused when she saw a new addition between Twilight’s legs.

Twilight had cast another spell earlier, giving her a very real horsecock. It was already semi-erect and Twilight was rubbing it with her hooves to get it even harder. 

“Twilight? Why do you have a cock?”

“Oh, I think you know why. I read all about your love of cock vore.”

Dash opened her mouth to protest. She was into being swallowed, but Twilight had already pushed Dash’s face against the slit that was her urethra. Dash kicked out as she was slowly slid into the urethra, and was unable to turn around.

With the fleshy cock around her, Dash couldn’t move more than the smallest amount. The magic was pushing her in further, forming an invisible plug against her plot and forcing her in deeper. Unknown to Dash, she’d had a spell cast on her to help her breathe under the circumstances. Therefore, Dash began to struggle hard to escape.

Twilight moaned as she felt four small legs and two wings pressing against her erect cock. Pre-cum was dripping from the tip, providing just enough lube for her to slide Dash deeper down her shaft. As the bulge passed her medial ring, Twilight had to stop and take a couple deep breathes. The pleasure of Dash’s struggle had nearly pushed her to orgasm, however if she came now she’d shoot Dash back out pre-maturely.

Dash saw the urethra opening up ahead. The muscles at the base of the cock were spasming, causing the cock to twitch. As the large dick filled with more blood, it got so tight around Dash she could barely breathe. Luckily she reached the opening ahead, feeling her body drop forward and slide down inside of something.

There was some light in here, tinged red and not very bright. Dash thrashed around, and felt like she was dangling inside of something roughly egg shaped. Given a chance to calm down, she realized she could still breathe. Next, she decided this wasn’t Twilight’s bladder, and it must be her testacles and scrotum.

The walls around Dash were coated in white slime, that seemed to be oozing from small pores. Dash pushed against the walls and tried to get back into the thin tube that had deposited her here. The more she struggled, the more the semen coated her and began to make her skin tingle. 

It tasted every bit as salty and unpleasant as Dash would expect from giving a stallion a blow job. She had little choice but to be coated in it, breathe in the scent, and taste it all over her lips and tongue.

Twilight smiled as she looked down at her scrotum. Her left nut was swollen a bit larger than the right one, and was wiggling of its own accord. Occassionally, Twilight would see a small bump where Dash pushed her hoof against her prison. She’d leave Dash in there for a few hours, depending on how the next phase of her experiment went.

A steady stream of liquid was still dripping out of the head of Twilight’s cock. Dash’s struggles felt better than any vibrator or sex spell Twilight had used in the privacy of her bathroom before. She began to rub both hooves up and down her shaft, while using her magic to send vibrations against her clit. She wasn’t sure if Dash would shoot out when she came, but Twilight couldn’t resist the urge to shoot her first load out of her new cock.

Dash could feel muscles spasming around her, and the small sac she was in began to fill up with cum. It had been a thin layer at first, now it had filled half of her prison. As she sloshed around, it reached her neck and she began to fear she’d drown in here.

Just as Twilight was about to ograsm, she heard a knock at her bedroom door. “Gah! Who’s there?!” She hopped to her hooves and walked towards the door.

Dash heard something, and felt a sudden movement. She was tossed head over hoof as the cum sloshed around. After a panicked minute, she surfaced above the semen again. There was barely enough room left for her snout.

“Um, Twilight?” Fluttershy opened the door and peaked her head inside the door. “I was wondering if you had a spell to help me get through heat?”

Twilight was about to close the door in Fluttershy’s face when she heard that last bit, and instead pulled the door the rest of the way open. “In heat, you say?” This was a once in a lifetime chance to test out her new twitching, dripping member on a real pony.

Fluttershy walked in and nodded, her eyes drawn almost immediately to the source of a thick, musky odor. Beneath Twilights chest a rigid cock, as large and glorious as the most well-hung stallion due to the spell Twilight had cast, bouncing against her underside. Thick strands of pre-cum were dangling from her fur.

“You okay, Fluttershy?”

“I, um… you… you have a cock?” She shrunk back a bit, yet couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Yeah, I’ve got a need to get past heat too… why don’t we help each other out?”

“But, what do you mean?”

Twilight sat down, letting her cock stand up like a flagpole. “Oh, just that you should scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. A quick blow-job, and I’ll show you a spell that’ll rut you senseless.”

Dash struggled to make out the words being exchanged outside of her prison. It was all so muffled that she couldn’t tell anything beyond the fact Twilight had company. A moment later, Dash felt something push against her, knocking her back into the pool of semen. 

Fluttershy slowly massaged Twilight’s testacles, causing her to moan in pleasure. Fluttershy’s tongue began to lick the head of her cock clean. “Oh, my, let me show you how to use this new toy of yours.”

Twilight leaned back as Fluttershy slowly licked from the base of her shaft to the tip, teasing her. Next she took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, then slid forward. Slowly Twilight’s cock advanced into Fluttershy’s tight throat.

Dash was helplessly sloshing around in the cum when she felt muscles tightening up around her again. Suddenly she felt herself get squeezed hard, and sliding out of the sac into the tube again. She felt her legs pinned to her sides as the pressure built behind her, forcing her further into the urethra.

Fluttershy’s eyes went wide as she felt a very large bulge of cum in Twilight’s cock. It had just passed the medial ring, and was large enough to wedge the cock into Fluttershy’s throat. She did her best to pull back, but couldn’t. Finally a hot torrent of cum shot out of Twilight’s cock, carrying Dash along with it, right into Fluttershy’s throat.

Finally freed, she pulled her head back and took the rest of Twilight’s cum in her mouth. It allowed her to breathe and pace herself as she swallowed more and more of the semen.

Dash felt a wider set of fleshy muscles squeezing her, pushing her downwards. She fell into a much larger cavity, along with a large quantity of semen. Inside her new prison were a couple bits of an apple, and some other fluids. It was more wrinkly, and more muscular as she soon found out. The walls contracted around her and massaged the digestive enzymes against her. Dash finally realized she was in a stomach now, worried about whether she’d suffocate or be digested first.

Twilight smiled as Fluttershy wiped the last strand of cum from her face. “Wow, that was amazing. Now, how about you turn around and I fuck that sweet ass of yours. Then I’ll find a lovely tentacle spell for you to enjoy overnight.”

“Thanks, Twilight. You know, normally Dash helps me when I’m in heat, but I couldn’t find her,” Fluttershy said.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll show up in a couple days.”









> 15. M/Sex :: Spectra's Wild Ride
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Mature Sex. Berry Punch, OC M/F. Cunt TF (sort of like vore, but cuntier.) 




Day 1 14:00

Spectra walked into the office of Doctor Stiffhoof, a specialist in in mare anatomy. As a lesser known side job, he used his knowledge to either treat fetishes, or make a pony’s more wild dreams come true.

“Hi, you’re the doctor I’m supposed to meet?” Spectra asked.

“Yep, Stiffhoof M.D. At least, that’s what it says on the certificate from the University of Phoenix, Equestria.” He gets up and pulls out a chair for her.

“I’m Spectra, I was told you could help a rather unique fetish I have come true.”

“True, you wish to become a part of a pony, a uh—” He opens up a medical chart on the table. “A vagina for a period of three to four weeks in a sexually active pony. Did you bring the payment?”

“Yeah.” She pulls a very heavy sack of bits out of her saddlebags and drops it on the table.

“Good, good. For obvious reasons this will be between you, me, and our volunteer. The spell will be reversed in one month. Our volunteer is a nice mare known as Ms. Punch. Shall we get started?”

Spectra smiled and could feel her arousal growing. She’d been dreaming of this for months, going on years. “Yes, let’s go.”

She followed him out of the doctor’s office and into a patient room. A light violet mare with a richer, dark pink mane was fidgeting on an exam table. Stirrups were pulled out to put her legs on, but so far she remained sitting as normally as she could.

“Spectra, this is Berry Punch. Ms. Punch, this is Spectra,” Stiffhoof said.

“It’s nice to meet you, thanks for doing this!” Spectra cheerfully said. She trot over to shake her hoof.

“Oh, it’s no problem. I’m no saint so I think I can meet enough stallions over the next month to keep ya happy.” Berry finished shaking her hoof, letting out a small hiccup that smelled faintly of red wine.

Spectra was too busy staring at this young mare’s cunt, with no attempt at subtlety. She was going to spend a month as it, after all, and wanted to make sure her fetish worked out perfect.

Berry’s marehood looked a tad loose and well-used, to say the least. It was impeccably clean, however, and she had ever so slightly shortened some of her fur around her pussy to help the labia stand out more. If she lifted her tail even slightly, any stallion within fifty yards would have to be blind to not see her vulva winking at them.

“It looks great, and no offense Berry, but is there a spell to tighten it up a bit? I wanna feel what it’s like to get broken in and stretched wide open.” Spectra offered a smile to Berry, who luckily didn’t look offended.

“If Berry consents, I can do that for you,” the doctor said.

“Go for it! Heck, I’d almost do it for free just to get the ol’ kitty purring again.”

“Well then, if you’re ready it’s quite simple. Berry, put your legs up in the stirrup, and Spectra, hold still while I cast the spell. Then, just push your muzzle against her outer labia and the spell will take care of the rest.”

Spectra nodded, and watched as Berry put her legs up in the stirrups. It spread her hips wide open, and Spectra could see the soft pink flesh beneath Berry’s leathery outer lips. She then realized a thick aura of magic was surrounding her, sending pins and needles through her whole body.

When the spell stopped, she felt lightheaded and empty inside. She realized her breathing had seemed to stop, and her sense of balance was messed up. Stiffhoof was still using his magic to steady her.

“Just step forward and take a good lick of Berry, Spectra.”

Spectra nodded, and tried to say “okay.” However, her rapidly transforming body had already lost its vocal chords.

She leaned forward and buried her muzzle into Berry’s pussy. Spectra moaned as the warm flesh hit her face and seemed to envelop it. She wasn’t sure how the spell would work, but felt her legs starting to shrink. In an attempt to not fall over she tried to pull back from Berry. 

Spectra felt the skin of her head fused to Berry’s cunt, sealing her muzzle-first into the pussy. Muscles started contracting, pulling her forward into the waiting pussy. Spectra felt her light body leave the ground as it quickly morphed into the wet slit that would be Berry’s new pussy.

It happened faster and faster, until Spectra tried to blink and instead felt her lips close. Something akin to her tongue, but a thousand times more sensitive, bulged out from between her lips. Spectra realized with great delight she had just winked her—no, Berry’s—pussy.

“Well, Ms. Punch, it worked perfectly! I do hope you enjoy the next month,” Stiffhoof said.

“Thanks! I’ll take good care of her. And she can still see and hear me?” Berry asked.

“Yes, she can. Her sense of sight will really be more of a sense of proprioception—or in layman's terms, more of a sense of what is near to your backside. Effectively, seeing for a foot, maybe two, in front of your marehood. Her nervous system is connected to yours, so she can hear and feel what you feel. In fact, the spell has essentially made her one-hundred percent a part of you, a literal cunt.”

Berry nodded. “Wow, it’s like a dream come true. I’ve always wanted to unbirth somepony and, well, this is as close as I can get.” She chuckled and hopped down onto the floor.

Spectra listened in to the conversation as they continued to talk about her as if she wasn’t there. It was perfect, because in her mind she was not there. She was just a cunt now, a tool for fucking and pleasure. As Berry rubbed her hind legs together, Spectra realized she could also taste everything inside of the wet vagina. It was a salty sweaty taste, more noticeable as the skin of her labia rubbed together.

From her vantage point here she could see some dirt on the tile floor, and Berry’s tail swishing back and forth. She couldn’t make out the wall, but she could see Berry’s back legs and her hooves. 

She did her best to relate her new body parts to her old ones. The closest she could figure, her mouth, lips, and tongue had formed the vagina, labia, and clitoris. Her legs seemed bent much further back, splitting in two behind a wide canal. Her own marehood, if it still existed as anything similiar, seemed to be a fleshy wall that must have been Berry’s cervix.

Having gotten her bearing she began to settle into her new home for the next month, when something caught her ear.

“—and the last warning is to get back before her one month contract is up. It’s all she’s paid for, and I’ve never done it for longer than that.”

“Alright, thanks again!” Berry trot out the door and towards the bar for a much needed drink.


Day 1 22:30

Berry giggled as Time Turner bought her another drink. It was her fourth long-island iced tea, and she had already drank Braeburn and Derpy under the table. As the only stallion still conscious, Turner’s odds of getting laid tonight were increasing by the second.

A rather horny, and utterly forgotten, Spectra waited as the two flirted. She had made a wet spot on the wooden chair several inches across. Spectra could taste the dirty chair, it was bitter with some small grains of dirt on it. Her entire body was on fire with a deep aching to be filled, and once again she winked. Everytime she winked, her lips slid across the chair and her clit rubbed against the chair for a tantalizing second.

Berry shifted her weight, looking around and then sending a hoof down to gently rub herself. With nopony paying close attention, she looked down and whispered. “Hey, just a little longer Spectra, and I’ll get you filled up nicely.”

Spectra winked again, attempting to communicate with Berry. Over the last few hours winking had been about the only thing she could do. She’d slowly been gaining more control of some of the nearby muscles, but aside from making her labia twitch, hadn’t learned anything useful. A stream of fluid shot out as Spectra had a small orgasm from her feeling of hopelessness.

“Berry, would you like to take this somewhere more private?”

She looked up at him and smelled the thick scent in the air. Berry realized her passenger was making her normally cock-hungry cunt ten times hungrier. She was spraying pheromones in the air like a school-filly in her first heat. “Yeah, let’s go back to my place.”


Day 1 22:45

Berry took Time Turner into her bedroom and quickly threw away a few empty bottles. They had only been wine coolers, no hard liquor, so she didn’t feel too bad at having left them out. She quickly jumped onto the side of her bed and flicked her tail up.

From Spectra’s vantage point she finally got a better view. With the tail out of the way, she could barely make out the features of a pony’s muzzle closing in on her. A tongue licked at her lips, causing her to wink again. She could see and feel every inch of the tongue sliding up and down her slit, and when she timed it just right and his tongue brushed against her clit the feeling was amazing. Her entire body was electrified.

The taste of saliva mixed with the salty liquids dripping out of Spectra. She could feel the hot breath against her, and each tiny hair vibrating outside her thick outer labia. At long last she saw Turner pull back and climb onto Berry.

The object of Spectra’s desire, a thick, pre-cum dripping horse-cock, came into view. It pushed right up against her lips, parting easily through the slick barrier. The taste of salt got stronger, and also a bit sour, as he slid inside her.

Spectra felt like a sock; her entire body was the band of flesh around Turner’s cock as he slid it in. From here, nearly every nerve she could sense was firing at the same time. She felt like her entire pony body had been wrapped around and around the horsecock, until every single inch was tightly hugging it.

And then he thrust.

She spasmed and winked, her muscles tightening up, as she hugged the cock greedily. Spectra hadn’t expected it to feel this good! She felt like an inflating balloon as he pushed in until her entire body was stretched like a tight condom over his shaft. Then as he pulled out, the friction tugged at her and tried to pull her out along with his cock. He then would push in again, the friction slowly building.

Spectra continued spasming and begging for more. In a way it felt like choking as he thrust in and filled her fuller than she knew was possible. At times she’d feel pressure against the cervix, which at times gave a small wince of pain, and at others a wonderful sense of fullness.

After what seemed like hours, Spectra felt a searing hot pleasure flare inside her. She clenched up harder on the cock as she climaxed. Deep inside her a pressure grew, and soon she could taste the bitter semen filling her up. It was sticky and clung to each inch of her, coating the walls.

After several blissful minutes Turner pulled out. Spectra could feel the cold air inside her as her walls were still gaping slightly. Her stretched out pussy slowly resumed its old shape and size.

Spectra realized after a moment that Berry and Turner were still at it. Berry was giving him a blow job, Spectra could hear his moaning. She could see Berry’s tail moving, and Spectra began to wink again. It was horrible, for her to be sitting here dripping cum and aching for more, while Berry chose to use another hole!

Berry ignored her winking pussy as she had her turn already. it had felt wonderful for Berry, but she was the kind of mare that liked to use all her assets.

After another hour had passed, which felt like a day of starving, Spectra saw Turner mounting Berry again. However, his aim was too high and Spectra felt a pressure on her from above as he penetrated Berry’s ass.

With a mental sigh, Spectra pouted inwardly. Each thrust was rubbing the walls of her pussy together and she could taste the now-cold semen sloshing around. It was still bitter and Spectra would rather be getting fucked then left to taste the sticky fluid for hours. At the same time, just knowing she had no say in the matter was enough to keep her happy and horny. This was exactly what she had always wanted, even if she wasn’t used to not being in control of her own orgasm.


Day 2 11:30

Spectra hardly realized that she had fallen asleep. It seemed that while Berry was asleep, so was she. When she woke up, she felt a rather stiff piece of morning wood prodding against her entrance.

The thick sludge of last night’s cum parted as Turner slowly slid inside for a little morning sex. It was a welcome relief to Spectra, who had gone to bed hornier than she thought possible. This time the bitter taste was well worth it as the familiar rhythm started back up. She welcomed each thrust until finally it was her turn to climax, and bring her owner—Berry—an orgasm. Spectra tensed up and felt her cunt fill up with Turner’s seed.

Content for now, Spectra waited as the two parted ways and Berry hopped into the shower. Thick strands of cum were stuck between Berry’s legs and dripping from Spectra’s lips.

After a moment, Berry laid back and detached the movable shower head. Berry angled it and began to rub Spectra’s lips open, washing out most of the cum trapped inside. She got herself fairly clean, though Spectra could still feel some sticky strands deeper inside. It was the sort of thing she wouldn’t have noticed when she was a mare, but now that her entire world existed within the confines of this cunt, she could feel every tiny detail.

By the time Berry was done, Spectra was already feeling better.

“Oh, yeah!” Berry said. “Hey, Spectra, you enjoy that?” She reached down and rubbed her pussy.

Spectra winked her approval, not picking up on the startled tone of Berry’s voice. The mare had almost forgotten that Spectra was trapped inside her cunt. The spell must have been very good for her to so easily forget such a simple fact. Then again, Spectra hadn’t realized her host would drink so much. She pushed the thoughts aside. Even if Berry forgot, the Doctor wouldn’t. It was silly to think she’d get too drunk to remember Spectra was down here.

Day 5 19:30


Berry had started early tonight, and had already been going for about an hour.

Spectra could discern the slight differences in taste of the cum from the three stallions that’d been spit roasting Berry tonight. The Flim Flam twins and one of their stage-hooves had been in town, and offered to give Berry a wild night.

Right now, Spectra could feel Flam thrusting inside her. He was larger than Flim, and nearly twice as large as their helper. He’d just recovered from a short break and began thrusting into Spectra again.

She could feel Flim, penetrating Berry’s ass, pushing against her skin. Her body felt pinched between the two cocks, and she couldn’t see much other than Flam’s balls. Spectra would have moaned her enjoyment but could only wink, or make nearby muscles contract. Her life as a cunt was rather straightforward and she’d come to enjoy existing in a state of constant arousal and orgasm.

As the pleasure grew Spectra felt the familiar orgasm coming and using her experience, was able to hold it back for a few minutes. It made the pleasure that much better when she finally came and sprayed her marecum all over Flam’s stomach.

Spectra could feel the stallion pull out, nearly a liter of cum from three different stallions packed inside her. The sticky, bitter fluid wasn’t going to drain out for hours. Even then, Spectra would need a good bath to get clean again.

Berry yawned, giving her pussy a quick rub just to let Spectra know she remembered she was there. It was too tiring for Berry to consider a bath now, and she fell asleep.

Spectra got sleepy as well. Before she fell asleep, she felt Flim slid inside her and wear her like a sock. She fell asleep with a thick cock plugging the cum inside, leaving her to taste and smell the bitter fluid all night long.


Day 9 02:30


Berry had been drinking rather excessively. She’d gotten news that her Aunt had died and had decided to mourn the only way she knew how. She hadn’t bothered to speak to Spectra, or take a bath and clean her out well for several days. Spectra knew that a death in the family had to weigh on her and had tried winking over and over to get her attention.

Eventually, Berry had offered her a quick “I know, we’ll bang later.” She had rubbed a hoof against her clit, then forgotten about her again.

Now Spectra sat smushed against a barstool, leaving a slick wet spot on it. Berry was barely staying balanced at this point. It wouldn’t have been so bad for Spectra, except that there was some thick crust on her labia from a recent run-in with Big Mac, who loved to pull out and coat a mare’s backside in cum after sex. He’d made a real mess, and Berry had never bothered to wash it off.

Spectra itched and winked, desperate for a little hygiene. The smell had gotten to where it was like a dozen fish had died inside her. She was stuck tasting and smelling it. When she thought back to it, there hadn’t been a proper shower since the Flim Flam orgy. Part of her wanted to be appalled, but in reality, it just made her hornier. Spectra had always wondered what it’d be like to be another pony’s cunt, helplessly dirty and fucked endlessly. In a way, Berry was making some of her fetishes she’d been afraid to even admit come true.

After itching and winking for nearly an hour, Berry finally slumped over and talked to her. “Heh, I betcha love’t dirty, ya whore. Filthy ol’ cunt fer fuckin’! Haha, well I’m luvin’ it, havin’ my own whore cunt!”

Spectra winked again, feeling arousal drip out of small pours and run down her labia. Berry was really getting into the act, treating her like a smelly old cunt, and it was turning her on.

This fact didn’t escape Berry, who decided to make sure she got fucked good and hard tonight. There was an Earth pony near the back of the bar that looked well-endowed, so Berry went over to hit on him.

After about an hour, even Spectra was feeling the effects of the alcohol. She was sluggish, and felt a bit drowsy. Berry was following the stallion out of the bar, and Spectra was looking forward to a good rutting.

However, not five minutes from the bar Spectra could feel Berry slump down. It took all her focus to discern with her limited senses that Berry was being carried now on the back of the stallion. Spectra wanted to be worried, but with all the alcohol in their system she could barely keep track of her own name.


Day 10 11:45

Spectra had woken up to the sound of chains, and from her vantage point could see a spreader bar pinning Berry’s hind-legs wide open. Berry’s tail had been tied up, out of the way, and Spectra felt a cock slap against her not five seconds later. It forced itself inside before she could get ready.

The cock tasted awful, it was covered in dirt like the stallion hadn’t showered in days. He wasn’t at all deterred by the crusty leftovers of whoever had fucked Berry while the two were passed out.

Now that Spectra was awake, she realized that even though Berry was being raped, it still felt just as amazing for Spectra. The stallion was being a bit rough, yet amidst the pain it brought only more pleasure. 

The stallion inside her didn’t have much stamina, shooting his load in only a few minutes. He turned to somepony else in the room. “You two next.”

Spectra wondered where they were, though from the sound they were either in somepony’s basement or a brothel. Another cock slid into her after the first had pulled out, sloshing the cum inside her around.

The bitter taste was forced deeper, and Spectra could feel it dripping through her cervix and being forced deep into her uterus. The stallions seemed to enjoy sloppy seconds, because the second one thrust faster and lasted half as long.

“Fuck, that feels great.”

Spectra winked, a large glob of cum falling onto the floor. A third cock then slid in, causing the pressure to build until the cum from the previous stallions shot out between her folds onto the third stallion’s balls.

“Aww, fuck yeah.”

She tried not to enjoy it, knowing Berry was in danger and probably scared, but Spectra couldn’t hear Berry talking at all and wasn’t sure why. Instead she could do nothing but clench her muscles down as she orgasmed, causing the stallion inside her to spew his hot load inside.

“Okay, get it ready!”

Spectra wondered what they were talking about. As soon as the third stallion pulled out, Spectra felt a thick rubber plug slide inside of her. The lips were pushed aside and her pussy was sealed shut by the intruder. Spectra clenched, trying to push it out, but they’d done something to strap it on. She could feel just a bit of the strap outside of her pussy lips.

She groaned and tried again, but it didn’t help. She felt bloated as several liters of stallion’s cum was trapped inside her. It was still hot and sticky, slowly seeping into her womb, around the plug, and into every fold of skin. Spectra felt like she couldn’t breathe, as the many unpleasant flavors of salt, sour, and bitterness combined. 

After a moment she felt something filling up Berry’s ass. Spectra could only tell this from the increased pressure as more was packed inside, then plugged up. She was powerless to do anything as the stallions left her down there for the night.

Day 12 09:30

Spectra still hadn’t heard from Berry. She had figured out she had been gagged, as she could hear mumbling, but there never came a touch to reassure her that Berry remembered she was there. The spreader bar still clinked as she felt Berry being carried somewhere.

After the movement stopped, she heard two ponies negotiating a buying price for Berry. They talked about how she was a common whore they had found, with no family ties, and alcohol problems. To prove his point, one of the stallions pulled the plug out of Spectra.

A thick, putrid sludge began to pour down to the ground in thick strands. Cum several days old leaked out and gave Spectra her first breath of fresh air. Unfortunately, as soon as it had started to leak out, the plug was put back in. The pony buying Berry was angry they had gotten her floor dirty.

Spectra was forced to endure the stench and taste until later that evening, when Berry was unceremoniously hosed down with cold water. Spectra was left to drip dry over the drain, but they hadn’t bothered to wash her out. Instead, they’d just pulled the plug. Now Spectra could taste feces, cum, and urine mixed together as it clogged up the drain and rested against her outter lips. She had never felt so filthy, but at least Berry had a hoof free. Though still gagged, she rubbed Spectra’s lips in a rhythm to reassure her that she hadn’t forgotten.

Day 25 16:30

Spectra moaned mentally as she climaxed, her muscles clenching in a well-practiced fashion. The orgasms were still just as mind-blowing after weeks in the brothel. She was forced to remind herself after every orgasm that she was a pony, because with each orgasm she felt more like a worthless cunt.

She knew the spell was meant to last a month, and believed that at the end of the month, whenever that was, she’d revert to normal. As she was fucked hourly be dozens of clients a day, it was the only hope she had left. If she wasn’t rescued, her life would be nothing but the taste of layer after layer of cum that was never fully cleaned out, and countless orgasms.

Day 32 23:50

Spectra finally got her break. She had lost count of how long she’d been in this brothel. For the past week she couldn’t even keep track of how many ponies had fucked her in an hour. Thinking was getting harder to do, but at least now she had a chance.

Royal Guard ponies were shouting in the basement, rounding up ponies for running an illegal brothel. One of them seemed to recognize Berry Punch as a Ponyville resident, and the abused mare was loaded onto a stretcher.

Spectra knew that now Berry would be able to take her back to the doctor and get her fixed, if it wasn’t too late. She didn’t want to face that possibility, however. As fun as it had been, even when she was dripping load after load out of her lips yesterday, her fetish had to come to an end. She was filthy, hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, and felt like she was with-foal. Something was definitely lodged deep inside her, and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

Day 33 09:30

Berry propped her legs upon the stirrups of an exam table. “Okay, Doctor, how bad is it?”

Spectra could feel swabs being stuck inside her and samples taken. “Well, Ms. Punch, you’ve been through a horrible ordeal. Raped countless times, stolen from your home, and sold for sex… I’m so sorry, we’ll do everything in our power to catch them.”

“No, I mean my pussy. I was so worried about it, that they might damage it.”

“Oh, well so far I see nothing wrong with it.” He adjusted his glasses and speculum, then opened up Spectra’s lips to look inside. “Still going to want to take a long, hot bath. Maybe the day spa? It’s a yeast infection waiting to happen in there.”

“Oh, okay. I just feel like I’m forgetting something… is there another doctor that works here?”

Doctor Stable sat back and tapped his chin. “No, though there was a doctor fired three weeks ago for malpractice. Something-hoof was his name, think he’s up in the Canterlot prison now doing hard labor.”

“Oh dear, that’s awful. Well, if I manage to remember what it was I’ll tell you. I just know it’s important for some reason my pussy is okay…”

“Hmm, well let me check something.”

Spectra waited, her proverbial fingers crossed that Berry would tell him she was trapped here. She was so close to rescue, before her fetish dreams became a horrible nightmare.

“Oh! You’re with foal!” Doctor Stable smiled and patted Berry’s belly. “I know the circumstances are not good, but congratulations. Babies can bring enormous comfort to mares.”

“Oh… whew, that must be it. I can’t say I’m happy, but I always wanted a family and I couldn’t possibly think of aborting it! I suppose it’ll be my little blessing from that horrible ideal.”

Doctor Stable nodded. “That’s a very mature outlook, Berry. And, for what it’s worth… here’s a card for the local AA. You survived a month without a drop of alcohol, so I think you can stay sober for the baby easily. A year from now, you’ll deliver a healthy baby!”

“Thanks, so my mare-parts get your stamp of approval?”

He leaned down and gave Spectra one final look. “No tears, no permenant damage, no signs of abnormality. This is a one-hundred percent normal vagina you have. Come back next month for us to check on the baby and we’ll make sure this vagina stays in pristine health!”

Spectra screamed, winking herself at Doctor Stable. She had to get out of here, she wasn’t a normal pussy!

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Doctor.” Berry blushed, taking her legs out of the stirrups.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and you’re a beautiful mare. If it weren’t for my oaths, I’d probably date you… sorry, I didn’t mean to make it awkward, I just have a brother you might like to meet… sorry, forget I said anything.”

Berry smiled. “No, it’s fine. I’d like to meet somepony and settle down. I think from now on I’ll be a one-stallion mare.”

“Well, I’ll introduce you two tonight.”

Spectra continued to wink, doing her best to scream out for help. The two ponies had entirely forgot she was here, plus she was pregnant, plus each day that passed it seemed harder to focus!

“My… I’ve never seen my pussy wink this much, I’m so embarrassed.”

“It’s a natural reaction to the multiple rapes in the brothel. Your body is used to non-stop sex, you’ll go back to normal in a week or two.”

Spectra stopped winking, knowing it was a lost cause. She began to wonder if she’d spend her entire life as Berry’s cunt.

Then, Spectra realized something horrifying: she couldn’t remember her name, or having ever been a pony. When she thought really hard about it, all she remembered was being an obedient cunt.