Nineteen-year-old Princess Celestia, fresh from her and Luna’s victory over Discord, can’t stop worrying about death. She tries to distract herself by banging every handsome stallion she can find, but her suitors are never around when she needs them, and her resentful little sister is up to something. What's a teenage princess to do?

Sex tag for mature themes, immature jokes, and (barely) off-stage frolics. Contains no clop.

Written for the Imposing Sovereigns contest.

Cover art source.

At the end of the Grand Galloping Gala, Princess Celestia has invited Twilight Sparkle to her personal chambers so that she could tell her a secret that she has kept from her for a very long time. The excited, love struck Twilight Sparkle eagerly awaits the arrival of her mentor and the confession that she felt was appropriate to make in such an intimate setting. The secret that is revealed is not at all what Twilight was expecting.

Rated teen and tagged with Sex for mild sexual references, innuendos and whatnot.

Rumble is a sucker for thick, juicy, succulent M.E.A.T. (Magically Enhanced Apple Tubes) and can't get enough of 'em! While at a cookout for the Wonderbolts with his brother, Rumble gets the surprise of his lifetime; something special that the Princess of Friendship made just for him. Could this be when the eager colt learns his eyes are bigger than his mouth/throat/stomach?!?

I hope y'all enjoy this wholesome bit of family friendly fiction! If, for whatever reason, your mind creeps into the gutter, well, shame on you!

Celestia suddenly finds herself with a craving. Not for power, not for domination, but for chicken.

And no, she doesn't want to surround herself with the squawking imbeciles.

SHE WANTS TO C̷̥̝̲̭̼̫̭̽̉O̶͎̬̬̽̈ͯ̚N̺̹ͬ́͝S̘̖͖̩̯̳̤̐͑͛̋̊͒U̧̙̝͖̥͇̲̩̦͋́̔ͮ̃ͪ̎̋ͦ͢Ṃ̠͚͍ͬ̓͑̉̅͂̀̚͡͞E̓̇̊ͮ̽ͨ̚͝͏̙͓̯̳.̡ͦ͏͙ THEM.

Unfortunately, this goal turns out to be harder to obtain than she expected.

Obvious trollfic is obvious.

Twilight Sparkle eats a sandwich and discusses life with a famous TV producer.

When Sweetie Belle overhears Rarity asking Twilight Sparkle if she wants to scissor that night, her curiosity is piqued. Why is "scissoring" such a hot topic among the mares? Why does it sound so fun? What exactly is scissoring, anyway? Sweetie goes forth on a quest to discover the secret.

This story does not contain foalcon, implied or otherwise.

Reading by Visualpony Thenarrator!

Pinkie Pie loves her friends! And they love her too. Yay! Except when she throws them parties for every little thing. They decide to have an intervention, and let the party planner know how they're feeling.

Anon is woken up by Shining Armor. What could he want this time?

(Thanks to SirReal and Shadowghostalex for editing.)

For as long as the citizens of Ponyville had been graced with the presence of the apelien menace known as "Humans" they have wondered why they bothered wearing clothes. Today they learn.

A stupid idea that I had a couple of days ago. Thanks to Ephemeral and various Anons for editing.

Being away from one's wife can be hard; nopony knows that better than Shining Armor. So when he has to go to Manehattan on business his wife decides to call him to see how he's doing. One thing leads to another and the Royal Couple find themselves having an... intimate phone call.

And by intimate I mean Lewd. Very, very lewd.

Art is from the amazing GASOKU