A compendium of short, smut-heavy stories focused on anthro lesbian encounters, written under two simple rules: a new story each day for one week, and once the day is over, no further edits (bar spell checking) are allowed.
That was really good, but I guess it's to be expected given that you're the one who wrote it.
"Might I fetch you some tea?"
Has there ever been an instance of someone drinking something other than tea in your stories? 'Cause I'm pretty sure the only time it happened was the one time where the drink had drugs in it.
Also, just a heads up, the description says 6 p.m. GMT, but you've actually been publishing the chapters at 6 p.m. CET, or 4 p.m. GMT.
Just a bit of extra information for this chapter. Wintermist told me that one of the possible avenues the story would've gone, if she could rewrite it, was Velvet helping out a customer, with Rarity underneath the desk, blowing the strap-on.
9076651 Yeah, but that would have been a little too close to the opening of A Night on the Leash, only with the real proprietor as the hidden sub this time, so I can see why Wintermist didn't go that route.
"I've some delightful emerald fabric I could show you." … "Or..." Twilight Velvet added, pausing with a finger on her lower lip, "I might actually prefer something more crimson."
Heh, interesting that "Green" means "Stop" and "Red" means "Go, Go, Go!"
Stepping behind the counter with Rarity, hidden from the waist down, she unfastened the buttons holding her skirt together. The layers separated with drifting slowness, partially braced by the delicate wickerwork that held the bell of the skirt out from her body, all of it tumbling slowly to the floor.
"This trend really is quite useful," Twilight Velvet said, somewhere above her, but Rarity only had eyes for one thing. A glistening strap-on jutted from a web of straps around her sex, glimpses of Velvet's bare pussy visible as she moved.
Man, those giant dresses always hide something naughty underneath, don't they? Sometimes it's a previously unsuspected dick, sometimes a strap-on, and sometimes a naughty slave, crawling along as her mistress walks, to keep her naughty mouth glued to the mistress' pussy.
"Mmmhmf," Rarity hummed worshipfully, her eyes unfocused and half closed. Sucking her cheeks inwards a little, she turned her head, letting Velvet see the outline of the thick sex toy filling her mouth. … "Yes... yes, my Lady, I adore having a cock in my mouth, especially yours! I feel so gloriously dirty and soiled when you force me to fuck your cock with my tits, my Lady!" … "Hump my leg like a little bitch, Rarity dearest. You could be caught at any moment, by anypony in town. They'd see what a depraved, eager slut you are for me, how desperate you are to be degraded and despoiled. That's what you'd like, isn't it?"
Hah… That's… Hoo… Oh my!
Are fics even allowed to be this scorching hot? This must be exceeding some kind of legal safety limit.
The door lock clicked; a small, incredibly distinct sound. Rarity froze.
(Dun Dun Duuuunnn!) Chekov's unlocked door comes back to bite Rarity in her luscious, marshmallowy ass.
"I couldn't believe it, but - yes! You were right, and I'm sorry I doubted you, mom."
Say whaaaaaaaaat? The 200 kiloton explosion you just heard was the sound of Rarity's mind being blown.
Her voice slightly hoarse, aware that events had completely carried her away now and there was nothing left but to ride the tide, she breathed, "Yes."
<insert standard "little ho(a)rse/pony" joke here> Rarity, dear, "the tide" isn't what you'll be riding. This lucky mare is going to get screwed from dusk 'til dawn — or from twilight to twilight, if you will.
A story starring two of the finest white mares.
That was really good, but I guess it's to be expected given that you're the one who wrote it.
Has there ever been an instance of someone drinking something other than tea in your stories? 'Cause I'm pretty sure the only time it happened was the one time where the drink had drugs in it.
Also, just a heads up, the description says 6 p.m. GMT, but you've actually been publishing the chapters at 6 p.m. CET, or 4 p.m. GMT.
9076533 Oh, bother, I got my BST to GMT conversion backwards. The rest will be released at the correct time.
Just a bit of extra information for this chapter. Wintermist told me that one of the possible avenues the story would've gone, if she could rewrite it, was Velvet helping out a customer, with Rarity underneath the desk, blowing the strap-on.
This bit of info might please you as it did me :p
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Yeah, but that would have been a little too close to the opening of A Night on the Leash, only with the real proprietor as the hidden sub this time, so I can see why Wintermist didn't go that route.
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Doesn't make it less fun though :p
Heh, interesting that "Green" means "Stop" and "Red" means "Go, Go, Go!"
Man, those giant dresses always hide something naughty underneath, don't they? Sometimes it's a previously unsuspected dick, sometimes a strap-on, and sometimes a naughty slave, crawling along as her mistress walks, to keep her naughty mouth glued to the mistress' pussy.
Hah… That's… Hoo… Oh my!
Are fics even allowed to be this scorching hot? This must be exceeding some kind of legal safety limit.
Chekov's unlocked door comes back to bite Rarity in her luscious, marshmallowy ass.
Say whaaaaaaaaat?
The 200 kiloton explosion you just heard was the sound of Rarity's mind being blown.
<insert standard "little ho(a)rse/pony" joke here>![:twilightsmile:](https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsmile.png)
Rarity, dear, "the tide" isn't what you'll be riding. This lucky mare is going to get screwed from dusk 'til dawn — or from twilight to twilight, if you will.
Unexpected. But not unwelcome.
very sexy ship