> Bad Dragon Clop Collaboration
>  by Bad Dragon
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> Prologue (Bad Dragon)
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“Beings of knowledge that is hidden, come to me, as I have bidden!” Zecora rhymed as she threw the last batch of enchanted powder into the fire.

A shrieking sounds emanated from the smoke, as the conjured rupture in reality formed a connection between worlds. On the other side of the portal, Cthulhu, the tentacle god leaned closer to investigate the sudden intrusion. “Who seeks the hidden knowledge?”

“Oh, no, it is not you I seek, I merely wished to learn a certain trick.”

“You crave to know things veiled in secret, mortal zebra? Cravings are what I deal with. You cannot expect me to turn my back on you now. Not until your cravings are fully addressed.”

“No, no! I crave nothing, anymore. Please go, and let me be alone.”

“I have seen the lusting in your world. And now, you, too, shall catch glimpses of the hidden encounters where the cravings have been sated. You shall witness them until your own cravings are subdued.”

“No!” Zecora stood on her hind legs waving her forehooves and shaking her head.

“Yes!” Cthulhu reached through the portal with one of his many tentacles. It slipped into her mouth before she managed to close it.

Trying to dispose of the invading tendril with her forehooves proved futile, as the slime precluded solid grip on it.

The wiggling end of his extremity beat her struggling tongue into submission, then sucked itself onto the upper wall of her oral cavity. A magical current burst forth from the slimy appendage, sending Zecora into an instant trance.

Both forelegs slipped from the gelatinous meat tube and swayed by her croup. The stripped body hung upon the throbbing tentacle as a cloth on a hanger. All her substance and her mind were at Cthulhu’s disposal, to do with them as he pleased.

More bodily outgrowth rushed from the portal, wrapping around Zecora’s body. “All that you shall witness, you shall also feel. I shall ensure that you gain an in-depth knowledge of the encounters.”

Conscious, but trapped in her paralyzed body, with her mind exposed, Zecora shuddered internally.

All five of her senses connected with the will of the overseer. “Hm… Which one of my memories should I feed you first?”

Without losing awareness of her body, Zecora’s mind was pulled into the mystical memories of the places where exotic and passionate encounters had taken place. Encounters that she was about to forcefully experience with all her being.
> Poop Sex (Willem Dafoe)
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"Ah, finally I'm done building this record-setting house of cards," said Thunderlane as he gently placed a Ten of Hearts atop a tall tower of shiny cardboard slices. He was standing on a fifty foot ladder in order to reach the top of his creation. It had taken him a long time to come this far, especially given the time that it had taken him to convince Twilight to put a cloudwalking spell on the ladder.

Thunderlane, satisfied with the result of his creativity, climbed down to the soft, cushiony floor.

Thanks to the Temper Pedic technology of the cloud, he could jump up and down on the cloudy floor, and the motion wouldn’t transfer along the cloud. That allowed him to do day to day chores while keeping his card house perfectly intact.

He skipped around the house of cards, and towards the cloudy kitchen. All that card stacking had given him quite the hankering for macaroni, and only delicious Kraft could sate him at that point. Or so he thought.

Just as Thunderlane was about to turn on the stove, which was also made of clouds, he heard a banging on his cloud door.

“Dear Celestia, I so don’t want to deal with anypony right now,” he unenthusiastically cried. “I wanted to please myself for all my efforts, first.”

Before Thunderlane could overcome his inhibitions, and consider answering the door, a giant, monstrous mountain of muscles burst through, sending deadly cloud debris gently floating in all directions. Unfortunately for Thunderlane, the massive man's door destruction made the entire house shake.

Despite the advanced technology in place, Thunderlane knew that his house of cards could not withstand the shock of such magnitude. As he turned around, he, indeed, witnessed a definite collapse of cardboard megastructure.

Thunderlane sulked over to what was now a card-based symbol of records past, and he fell to his haunches. He let out a shrill cry and shook his head, causing a fountain of tears to fly off his face. Some of them landed on the cards, and caused them to explode because Equestrian cardboard is, actually, just pure sodium. Thankfully for Thunderlane, his entire front is composed of a highly flexible titanium alloy, so nothing was damaged and nopony was hurt.

Once Thunderlane was done crying, he got up and angrily stomped towards the offending meat-man. Of course stomping is pretty much kicking, so he created a bunch of holes in his floor in the process.

"How dare you?" yelled Thunderlane as he pointed a hoof at the beast. "Who in Tartarus do you think you are?"

Unfortunately for Thunderlane, the person in his doorway was a creature of instinct, and the second he saw Thunderlane's hoof, and by extension his foreleg, he struck, putting Thunderlane in his patented Kimura Lock™.

"Who am I?" shrieked the beast. "I am former UFC Heavyweight Champion Brock Lesnar, and I'm here to kick your ass, and then fuck it!"

The idea of anal sex made Thunderlane blush, and despite, or maybe partially because of the pain in his foreleg, he got a massive erection which Brock Lesnar noticed immediately.

"I see that you want this, too," said Brock Lesnar. "An erection is automatic consent by proxy."

Brock Lesnar released his Kimura Lock on Thunderlane's foreleg, and opted to use a Mouth Lock on his dick instead.

"Oh goodness," said Thunderlane," you must have a very illustrious amateur wrestling background to be so versed in fellatio."

Brock Lesnar gargled in response as he took the big cock further into his mouth until it penetrated his throat-tube. Thunderlane moaned loudly as a stream of precum oozed out of his dickhole directly into Brock's esophagus.

Brock let out a guttural moan that sent a tremor up Thunderlane's cock, pushing him over the edge. Brock merely kept the dick deep in his throat as wave after wave of sticky stallion semen shot into his stomach, filling his digestive organs with a rich, protein-filled mass of baby batter.

Thunderlane tried to pull out, but Brock kept him in, milking every ounce of sperm from the fat horse dick he so eagerly fellated. 

Only when he was sure that the flow of cum was completely stopped did Brock release the cock.

Thunderlane's swollen member slid from Brock Lesnar's throat, escaping his mouth with a series of squelching sounds.

Both males fell onto their backs, Thunderlane breathing heavily, and Brock practically sucking in air like a vacuum. Thankfully years of cardio allowed his uninterrupted sucking session.

"Holy crap, you're amazing ," said Thunderlane through heavy breaths.

"Yeah, I have lots of experience from sucking so much dick at football," Brock replied.

"I guess I should reciprocate," said Thunderlane.

Brock nodded, taking off his trunks.

Thunderlane shook his head after Brock’s dick slapped across his face. "You can’t sate my hunger with that. Turn around!"

"You mean?"

"That's right, Brock Lesnar, I want your fat steamy poop in my mouth right now."

Brock smiled and put his asshole up to Thunderlane's mouth, then he proceeded to push a fat log out of his anus.

Thunderlane eagerly accepted the shit rope, chomping it into sections as it slid out from Brock Lesnar's sphincter. As the mouth filled, he swallowed a few clumps of shit to make room for more, savoring the taste and smell, as well as the feeling of the shit sliding down his throat. Eventually, Brock completely emptied his asshole, turning it into a vacant shit lot.

Thunderlane swallowed the remaining shit, and instructed Brock to get on his hands and knees, then he circled around and put his butthole up against Brock's own, creating an air-tight anal seal. Thunderlane grunted, and pushed out a huge shit, and, of course, since the shit had nowhere to go, it slid into Brock's butthole. Once Thunderlane's shit was exactly halfway between both anuses, Brock and Thunderlane worked in tandem, passing the shit back and forth to fuck each other with the shit-dildo.

Both men emitted a primal growl that vibrated on the cloud frequency, resulting in a resonance that shook the house, nearly tearing it apart. Then they parted buttholes, creating a half-centimetre gap in between them. Thunderlane and Brock Lesnar pushed with all their might, squashing the shit into a large disk-shape.

“I have an idea,” said Thunderlane. “Let’s put this disk in the freezer for 6-8 days, and mail it to Vinyl Scratch to put some shitty dubstep songs on it.”

“Is that how the records are made in Equestria?” Asked Brook sincerely.
> A Helping Hoof (Jubilee Glider)
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The creativity room was in shambles, more so than normal. Rarity had a whole line of dresses she was trying to make for a play that was to start in less than a week. The problem was that she had an itch, so to speak. She had been helping Twilight establish and continue her relationship with Princess Luna. They make the cutest couple, she mused. Also, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash couldn’t seem to keep their hooves off of each other now that they have openly shared their love for one another to everypony. “Get a room you two!” she would say, not meaning it, of course. She liked watching them make out. Not that she would admit it to anypony, but this left her feeling… rather… frisky.

Normally she would go to Manehattan or even Canterlot and find a stallion. Tonight she was in need of something different. She was always in control of the stallions, but this time she wanted to be controlled. There was only one pony she trusted enough to lose herself to. She had to find Pinkie Pie, and she had to find her fast.





Pinkie Pie hosted a party for her friend Jubilee. It was her 20th wedding anniversary, so Pinkie was going all out. There were cakes and pastries of every flavor and size imaginable, and Sweet Apple Acres Cider to drink. She had gotten Vinyl Scratch to come DJ, and Octavia with her orchestra for those special moments to set the mood just right.

The party was in full swing as Rarity appeared at the door. She knew she could go in and nopony would think twice about it. Although, if Pinkie Pie and she disappeared after she crashed the party then there might be talk. She didn't really care. The need was too great. She opened the door and entered with intention to seek out what she needed.

Pinkie Pie was dancing with anypony and everypony she could. She was having such a great time that she almost missed her friend coming in through the front door. As she noted the look in Rarity's eyes, Pinkie knew the what brought her around. Oh gosh! She gave a nervous smile to the pony in front of her. I wish I could help her right away, she thought to herself. But this party is too important to Jubilee. She graciously withdrew from her partner. I’m so sorry, Rarity. You’re going to have to wait a little longer. With that thought Pinkie danced herself in the opposite direction.





Anxiety was getting a hold of Rarity. She was in the most dire need of some special relief. She had been searching the party for Pinkie Pie for the last hour and a half, but to no avail. Rarity had seen her there. She was sure of it. It was like Pinkie was avoiding her. That's it! Rarity realized. She must've seen me come in, and now she's trying to ditch me! Her sneer was getting noticed by the party guests as she continued her search. How could she do this to me? Now Rarity was about to lose it. She didn't know if she was going to cry or scream. She was almost ready to announce why she was there just to try and draw Pinkie out of hiding. That's when somepony tapped her on the shoulder.

Pinkie Pie had been watching Rarity the whole time. She knew that the mare was about to either explode or break down. Pinkie was confident she could make her exit without too much heartache from Jubilee. "Hi, Rarity," Pinkie Pie said sheepishly.

"Oh, my goodness, Pinkie Pie. Where have you been?" Rarity cried. "I've been looking for you for over an hour. I need your services! I need you…" She glanced around at the other party guests, suddenly self-conscious. "Ah, your special party skills, as it were," she said as her cheeks turned crimson.

"Of course, silly,” Pinkie said, still dancing to the music. “I knew what you needed as soon as you came through the door. I wasn’t able to leave then, but I can now. Are you ready?"

"I am so ready. Just thinking about it is driving me absolutely crazy," Rarity said, heading to the door.

"Not as crazy as when you thought you weren't going to find me,” Pinkie giggled at the back of Rarity’s head. “That's why I decided it would be a good idea to stop playing hide and seek,” she said as she followed Rarity back to the Boutique. “There's no reason anypony else needs to know about this.”

"I am truly sorry about pulling you away from the party, but this is rather urgent," Rarity said. She slid her tail off to the side so Pinkie could see just how wet and swollen her pussy was.

She growled appreciatively at the sight, but her eyes were drawn upward to the soft flesh under her tail. "It was a great party too,” Pinkie Pie said as she bounced along, mesmerized by the view in front of her. “It looks like the afterparty will be just as awesome but on a different level." She didn’t think Rarity knew how much Pinkie liked her plot. She’ll find out tonight… She nodded to herself and put a little more bounce in her step.

As they were going through the front door of the Boutique, Pinkie stopped and gave Rarity a look of alarm. "I don't think that Sweetie Belle would like to wake up to what we are about to do. Do you?"

"That's the beauty of it, dear,” said Rarity, looking over her shoulder at Pinkie with a devilish grin. “Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are at a sleepover at Apple Bloom's tonight. I don't think we have to worry about that.”

Pinkie Pie knew that she was in for an extreme session, to say the least. She followed Rarity up the stairs, staring at her flank and plot and getting little shivers the whole way until they entered the creativity room. Rarity used her magic to pull out her ‘toy’ box. Pinkie immediately opened the box containing dildos, whips, gags and Rarity’s other dominatrix goodies. 

Wearing a mischievous smile she slipped on a set of latex stockings - slowly, so Rarity could watch. The corset was next. She had Rarity help her lace it. Finally she picked up the riding crop. “Ready, Rar?”

Rarity took a deep breath. “Ready, Pinkie.”

The crop smacked into Pinkie’s hoof with a loud crack. “Then playtime is over!” Pinkie said harshly. “You are mine! You will do as I say, when I say it!”

"Yes, Mistress," whispered Rarity, so excited her voice refused to come out.

She turned her back on her play pony and lifted her tail high. "Now, lick my slit!" Pinkie demanded.

"Yes, Mistress!" She immediately started lapping at Pinkie's now soaking wet gash, eliciting a soft moan of approval. While she worked on Pinkie her horn started glowing blue, and her special bench came floating out of the closet.

The bench was cushioned and equipped with stirrups and straps. The stirrups faced down instead of up, putting her legs in just the right position so Pinkie could have full access to her luscious and almost dripping wet pussy and her tight little asshole.

The thought was enough to make Pinkie push back eagerly against Rarity’s tongue, making her play pony squeak in surprise. She hid a smile and pranced out of reach. "That's enough for now," she told Rarity. “Get into position.”

"Yes, Mistress," she acceded, licking her lips clean of Pinkie's juices. She lay on the bench and put her legs into the stirrups. Pinkie leaned over her to strap her legs and her barrel in. Oh my! A look of concern flashed across her face. This looks to be serious. She's never strapped me in like this before.

The leather flap of the crop found its way to Rarity's flank. Pinkie dragged it down her hip, around the lower part of her ass. It traveled upwards; Rarity shuddered as it lightly brushed her left outer pussy lip. It came to rest on her tight rosebud for a few seconds. It lifted and immediately came down sharply across the back of her legs, just below her ass. She twitched from the sensation. Her breath caught, but she remained vigilant in her silence. She knew from her past sessions with Pinkie that she wasn't allowed to make a peep without permission.

Leaning in close Pinkie confessed, "I will give you permission to scream, but not yet, my little filly. You have to show a little self-control first. I can tell that you’re enjoying this by how wet your pussy is. It's practically dripping."

Oh, Celestia. It’s so true. She could feel her juice starting to pass across her clit. I want her so badly that it hurts. She wanted to tell her, but she didn't like to get spankings as a punishment. Not all punishments were as hurtful as that one. Sometimes it almost seemed like she was rewarded for misbehaving, but every once in awhile Pinkie would really punish her. She couldn't sit for nearly two days after the last time.

Pinkie walked slowly around Rarity, trailing the crop through her coat until it suddenly met its mark and stung her again. "Speak, my little whorse!" Pinkie said, quickly jumping back in front of Rarity.

“Aahh! I need you so badly, Pinkie– I mean, Mistress!” Rarity blurted out, unsure of how long she would be allowed to talk. “Please, say you’ll never leave me! I love you, Pinkie Pie!” Her eyes grew wide in astonishment even as the words left her lips.

Surprise showed in Pinkie’s eyes, but she recovered quickly. "Silence!" She raised a questioning eyebrow. "You 'need' me, do you? And how could I ever leave a pony that needs me sooo bad?" Then she leaned in so close to Rarity's ear that her lips brushed it when she spoke. "I love you too, Rar," Pinkie whispered. At that very moment, she was happier than she ever was.

Unable to contain her joy, a squee escaped Rarity’s lips. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that Pinkie was still in charge. She knew by Pinkie's reaction that she had slipped up, and that she was about to be punished. Again.

"Did I just hear a sound?" Pinkie’s eyes squinted to show anger, but the light that shone in them gave her away. "Ooohoho, my little pony! You did not just break your silence! You know what this means don’t you?" A wicked little grin grew upon Pinkie’s face. Yes! Now I can use her slip-up as the excuse for my plot play plans.

Rarity’s anticipation grew as Pinkie let the silence stretch. Oh, yes. This going to be good. If it's taking this long for her to decide… Rarity closed her eyes and trembled. Not from fear, but because she could tell by those eyes and that smile that her punishment wasn’t going to be by spanking. Not that time around.

Out of the plethora of dildos to choose from, Pinkie chose the smallest. She rubbed it lengthwise against her captive’s clit, trying to get her to squeal again. She actually liked it when Rarity made noise, but she had to play the part she was given. Rarity couldn't be allowed to get away with making noise when she wasn't supposed to. She pulled Rarity’s lips back with her free hoof and was surprised to feel Rarity shaking. Pinkie’s face softened. This was supposed to be fun, not frightening. After Rarity’s profession of love for her, Pinkie was determined to make it more about the fun. As she shifted around in front of Rarity, Pinkie put on as serious a face as she could, "Know that you will be punished for your little outburst, my pony slut. You are allowed to make noise, but not speak, unless spoken too. Do you understand?"

“As you command, Mistress," Rarity replied.  

"Hmm…” Pinkie was back behind Rarity in a bounce. “What shall your punishment be?” The crop once again landed on the back of Rarity’s thighs. “A spanking, perhaps?" She paused for dramatic effect. "I think not! I believe I know exactly what you need," Pinkie said, giggling to herself.

Rarity whimpered at the attack on her thighs, but was also elated at Pinkie's words. I wonder what she could have planned? I hope it will get me off soon! This is driving me crazy!

Pinkie moved the toy box behind Rarity. She grabbed the lube and applied a generous amount to Rarity's ass.

Rarity's eyes popped wide open, and she squeaked as she realized Pinkie's intent. All she had to do was speak the safety words – Pinkamena Diane Pie – and everything would stop…

Pinkie knew to start small and work her way up. "You are going to enjoy this, my pet! And so am I!" She put the head of the small dildo that was in her hoof against Rarity's tight little asshole. She could tell that Rarity was nervous because she tensed her entire backside as the toy touched its mark. "You really should relax, my little anal virgin; it will help this whole process. We’re going to try something new this time. I want you to become my butt slut.” Pinkie hesitated. “And by my, I mean that your luscious plot will belong to me! I don't want you to share with anypony else. You need to Pinkie Promise, Rarity!”

Nervous but eager to try, Rarity spoke the words without really meaning them. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

Pinkie’s head dipped a little. “Rarity, I don't think you get it,” she said softly. “This is for Pinkie Pie, not your Mistress." 

"Oh? Okay, Pinkie Pie. I thought we were still in the session," Rarity said, a little confused. "Is the session over, then?"

"No, it's not. I know how you like the stallions, and I need you to do this for me," She was shuffling a hoof on the floor. "I'm going to be selfish and I want you to go along with it. I want a little something just for myself. I need you to Pinkie Promise me that you won't let a stallion have your plot. I need you to really mean it!" Pinkie said in a somewhat pleading voice.

Feeling the importance of Pinkie Pie words, she took a deep breath, "I, Rarity, Pinkie Promise that my plot belongs only to Pinkie Pie,” she said solemnly. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." She hoped Pinkie could feel the essence of her declaration.

"Thanks, Rarity. You’re the best." She kissed Rarity on her flank. "Now, are you ready for this?” she asked excitedly. “It's going to be sooo awesome! I love you, Rarity!”

Rarity realized that it wasn’t just the heat of the moment that had caused the words to come out. "I love you too, Pinkie Pie." She knew it to be true.

"Now that that's out of the way… Let the romp begin!" Pinkie announced.

"Please be gentle. This is new to me," Rarity said uneasily, not getting the hint that the session had resumed.

"Your Mistress is going to let that outburst slide. Keep that up, though, and you may not sit again for a week."

"Eep!" is all Rarity could get out.

The corners of Pinkie’s lips bent up as she turned her attention back to the job at hoof. She dug through the box of toys until she found one of Rarity’s egg vibrators and held it up, the egg in one hoof and the remote in the other. "Rarity, I need you to hold this to your clit with your magic."

"Mistress,” she protested quietly, bewildered by Pinkie’s request. “I thought you didn't like me to use my magic because it takes away from the sex."

"You may use it when I want you to,” Pinkie said certainly. “Only when I want you to. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Rarity said as she took hold of the entire contraption with her magic.

The crop struck once more against Rarity’s thighs. "Uh-uh, only the egg,” Pinkie corrected her. “I keep the controller.”

How did she do that? She only has two hooves! Rarity let go of the controller, and put the egg against her clit, just like her Mistress commanded.

Pinkie started the vibrator off on the lowest setting and strapped the controller to the inside of Rarity's left leg. She didn't want to push Rarity over the edge too soon. She then found the other egg vibrator and pushed it into Rarity's pussy.

"Mmm-hmmm," Rarity moaned as it slipped into her still wet gash.

"You like that, don't you?" Pinkie asked of her prey.

"Ooh, yes, Mistress," she said dreamily.

"I haven't even started it yet." Pinkie switched it on, and strapped the second controller to Rarity’s right leg, all the while maintaining the pressure of the dildo against Rarity’s sweet little pucker.

"Hhhnnnggg," Rarity moaned again.

"That's my pony slut," Pinkie breathed. She pushed the head of the small dildo into Rarity's ass. 

Rarity inhaled deeply through her teeth, then slowly exhaled.

Pinkie slowly removed the head, so that it was just at the edge of Rarity's asshole, then pushed it back in and added an inch to the part that was already immersed. She pulled it out to the edge of Rarity's asshole, then in again, making her whimper in discomfort. Each time she pushed it back into her, she added another inch until the entire thing was inserted to the hilt.

Rarity felt at first like her ass was going to tear open, but as Pinkie Pie worked the toy back and forth, her muscles relaxed and she enjoyed the sensation. It actually surprised her. With both vibes going and the new sensation filling her, she wasn't sure how long she would be able to keep herself from cumming. A sudden "Oh, yes" escaped her lips and only the straps kept her from pushing back into Pinkie's thrusts.

"Ah-ah-ah! You may not cum until I say so. I think you’re starting to enjoy this little guy too much," Pinkie said as she slowly removed the dildo from Rarity's ass. “Time to move on!”

Pouting at the loss of fullness in her backside, she realized that she might actually enjoy being fucked in the ass. Maybe that's the punishment she was talking about: getting me to like it, and then taking it away. I want it so badly now! Please, Pinkie, put it back in!

Pinkie grabbed the double-ended dildo they had shared on occasion. It was the next in line for the increasing sizes that were available in Rarity’s collection. Pinkie added some lube to its head, and gently nudged it against Rarity’s asshole. 

Her breath caught with anticipation.

Pinkie started to push the head in. Rarity’s ass seemed to be just as tight as when the little one was going in the first time.

As her ass stretched again, Rarity tightened her muscles and tried working through the sensation. "Aahh!"

Pinkie paused. "That’s not going to work. Relax. Take a deep breath. Exhale, and relax. Good girl," Pinkie said as Rarity did as she was told. The resistance began to wane, and the head slipped in. "See? I think this could be the start of a beautiful anal relationship!” Pinkie chuckled.

"Uh-huh," Rarity said closing her eyes and imagining her biggest toy sticking out of her backside. At least that's what it felt like.

Pinkie pushed the dildo into Rarity's ass, and then pulled it out so she could just see the head. Pushing it back in again and adding a little more depth each time until about three-quarters of it were in the embrace of Rarity's ass. At that point Pinkie's own juices were trickling down her leg. She had dreamt of such a session for so long, and now it was finally happening! She watched as she slid the dong out of Rarity. She was captivated at the sight of Rarity’s asshole being drawn out by the dildo as she removed it, and how it clung and sucked in as she slid it back home. She also noticed, as she worked it back and forth, that Rarity's ass was relaxing. "How does that feel, my little pony?"

"So good…” She arched her back as much as the straps would allow. “Please, don't stop."

"Would you like it a little harder or faster?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"Both please, Mistress," Rarity begged.

"Only for you, my butt slut," said Pinkie as she picked up the pace a little. Pushing the phallic in as far as she could each time.

"Oh Celestia, yes. Yes!" screamed Rarity as she tried her hardest to buck back into Pinkie again.

"No, no, no. You can't cum yet," Pinkie sang and pulled the dildo out of Rarity's ass with a loud popping sound. Pinkie’s body quivered from her exhilaration. She was so close to cumming, yet she would wait and come with her lover. But that pop that came from Rarity's ass almost sent her over the top. Oh my Celestia, that was the most awesome thing I have ever been a part of.

Rarity groaned. She wanted to cry. She needed Pinkie to put it back inside her. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum! Her asshole felt so vacant again. She was sure that she was in the midst of the punishment Pinkie had mentioned before.

Pinkie was staring at Rarity's ass. It was stretched slightly, but not gaping. She looked down, and saw that her own inner thighs were soaked from her excitement. It wasn’t about controlling Rarity anymore, or the punishment she was supposed to get. It was about Pinkie’s own deepest desires. She picked up the next dildo in the collection. She lubed the end and touched Rarity's asshole with it.

"Oh yes, thank you, Pinkie…" She didn't even know she had said it. She had only meant to think it.

The crop landed with a loud smack. "Only when spoken to, ass whorse!" Pinkie screamed.

"So sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me," Rarity breathed as she relaxed her ass muscles to invite the new toy.

"I would punish you severely if I wasn't so turned on right now," Pinkie said, watching Rarity take her second biggest dildo slowly into her anus. The sight was mesmerizing to Pinkie Pie. She could almost imagine it sliding into her own back door as she watched. She was so horny that it wasn’t just her vagina that was trembling, but her ass as well. Pinkie suspected Rarity was aching to cum herself and was frustrated at not being allowed. "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you need me to fuck you?"

"Yes. Yes, I need you to fuck me!" Rarity screamed.

"Where do I need to fuck you?"

She caved. "I need you to fuck me in the ass, Mistress. Oh Celestia, please fuck me in my ass!"

"Are you sure? Because you’re still not allowed to cum yet," Pinkie teased. She started to pump the dildo in and out of Rarity's asshole.

"Why-hy-hy no-ot?" Rarity whined, "Please. I need to cum so bad. I want to cum for you, Pinkie Pie."

"Soon, my little filly. Soon." Pinkie started to fuck Rarity a little faster for a few strokes. Then she slowed down, making Rarity cry out in frustration. She needed to use the final dildo – Rarity's favorite one, in fact. It was also the biggest one in her collection.

Pinkie pulled the dildo in Rarity's clinging ass out to another loud pop. Oh, that sound is sensational! She exchanged it for Rarity’s favorite. "I think you're ready for this."

Rarity’s eyes had rolled into the back of her head. "Please, just fuck me, Mistress."

She squeaked and fell silent as Pinkie pushed the favorite into Rarity's ass. It took a little force, with quite a few pauses for some relaxation, but it inched further in. Then she started to reach the toy’s knot, a bulge almost as big as her hoof. As she pushed the knot up to Rarity's butthole she could tell that Rarity wanted it. Her asshole was practically sucking it in. It was the most amazing thing Pinkie Pie had ever seen.

"More. Push it all the way in, Pinkie.” Pinkie hesitated, not wanting to hurt her. Rarity pulled at it with her muscles, trying to coax it in. “Please,” she pleaded. “Fuck my ass with it. I need it. Push the knot in. I can take it.”

Pinkie pushed carefully and the knot slowly slid in.

"Yeees! Push! Push!” She trembled as she fought to open up for it. “I love you, Pinkie Pie! Oh Celestia, I love you!" Rarity screamed as the knot passed by her sphincter muscles. "Now, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"I love you, too, Rarity!" Pinkie said, obliging her charge’s screams, and fucked her as hard and as fast as she could. Rarity’s hips shivered as her pleasure neared its peak. She was on the edge of cumming when Pinkie Pie pulled the dildo from her ass.

Rarity whimpered at the pain and the sudden emptiness. "Why!” she howled. “This is cruel and unusual punishment, Pinkie Pie!” Then she felt something else press against her butthole.

Pinkie had lubed up her hoof and pressed it to Rarity's yearning anus. She pushed her hoof inside.

Rarity gasped and moaned in ecstasy. "I don't know what you're doing back there, but please don't stop until I cum. It feels as though you have your entire hoof in my ass. I don't care if it is. Just fuck me until I cum, please!" Rarity begged.

Pinkie pushed her foreleg into Rarity until she was up to her fetlock. She added more lube and started to hoof fuck her lover's asshole. That was her dream, her greatest fantasy come true.

As she quickened her pace, so did Rarity's breathing. "Yes! Yes! I'm going to cum!” Rarity let loose with the greatest orgasm she had ever had in her entire life. ”Aaaaahhh!" She had fireworks going off in her head as she came so hard she shot out the egg that was buzzing in her pussy, and she dropped the other from her clit. She was lost in the sensation of Pinkie Pie fucking her.

The sight in front of her turned Pinkie on so much that she only needed to exact a little bit of self-motivation to cum with Rarity. She could feel her marefriend’s ass compressing around her hoof and fetlock as she pulled and pushed. "I can feel you clamping around me… This is way better than cupcakes. I love you so much, Rarity!"

"I love you too, Pinkie Pie! I am yours forever, dear," Rarity said as Pinkie slowly removed her hoof from Rarity's back door after her orgasm finally subsided. "I think I am going to be sore for a few days, Pinkie, but it was sooo worth it."

Pinkie looked up sheepishly from her sticky hoof. "I wasn't sure if you were going to like some of the plot play I did…"

"It was simply amazing, dear. I didn't realize you liked my plot so much. Is this a new interest?" Rarity asked, shifting her backside with a look of slight discomfort on her face as Pinkie undid the straps.

"No, I've liked it for some time now. In our previous sessions, I wasn't sure if you would enjoy it,” Pinkie said as her cheeks got slightly pinker. “But tonight, I just felt that it was a good time to let you know about it."

"I didn't know I enjoyed it until tonight, either. Thank you, Pinkie Pie." Rarity removed herself from the bench and stood, a little bowlegged.

Pinkie felt an overwhelming urge to latch onto Rarity’s neck, pulling her to the floor in a huge full-body hug. “I love you,” she mumbled into Rarity’s shoulder.

Rarity returned her hug. “I love you, too, Pinkie Pie.”

The two mares remained in the embrace for quite some time, caressing each other until their work forced them appart. Each finally called them away to their separate lives.
> It Started with a Video (EclipseFairy)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rayne visited his landlord to pay a chunk of the rent, but unfortunately, the snooty mare told him he was short. She wouldn’t give him some extra time to pay the rest like she had done the previous month.

After having the door slammed before his muzzle, he turned around to the exit. He trotted toward his soon to be lost home across the street with his head hung low. He could crack any puzzle in a heartbeat, but finding a legit way of earning enough bits in such a narrow time-frame seemed beyond even him. Being a novice, up-and-coming scientist whose hind leg had been blown away by one of the run amok experiments, he didn’t have any savings to speak of. And without his laboratory, which was his only source of income, the future seemed bleak.

The young stallion had been very shy and easily intimidated most of his life. The robotic prosthetic that he spent most of his fortune on didn’t help his confidence. It reminded him of the many failures in his life. He used to think of glory and respect, yet with his rent due, he was teetering over the edge of being a homeless pony. Life on the streets was not something that a pony of his intellect should deal with.

Soon enough, a middle-aged mare came up from behind him. “Excuse me, sir,” she spoke in such a soothing tone that his ears turned to the source as if by themselves. The rest of his head followed suit. Yet, his eyes shied down to the hooves of the vibrant silky-voiced mare.

“Y-yes, ma’am?” he stuttered in response.

“I overheard your little predicament back there,” she said as she stepped to him. “What would you say if I told you there’s an opportunity for you to make a decent amount of bits?”

Rayne looked up to her crystal blue eyes. Well, I’d ask what this method of making said bits is,” he answered.

“Meet me at the movie studio on the edge of town and you’ll see,” she answered as she craned her head back to the saddlebag. When she turned back, she held a card with the address and studio building number in her mouth. Her eyebrows rose as she looked at him.

He reluctantly leaned forward, snatching the very edge of the card with his own mouth. Still, it was close enough for their lips to brush on each other. He could feel her breath on his muzzle. After he jerked back a little, she finally let go. He quickly tucked the card into his own saddlebag, while nervously kicking some dirt of the ground with a forehoof. “B-but that didn’t answer my question…” he said as he lifted his head. His voice trailed off at the realization that she had vanished into the traffic of ponies roaming the street.

The anxiety was taking a hold of him, making him break into a gallop. After a brisk trot down the road, he made it home to his single-bedroom apartment.

He glanced at the mirror. “I wonder who that beautiful mare is. Will I see her again?” His eyes squinted. “Do I even want to?” he asked himself. “She could be trouble. I’m over my head with all the problems as it is...” He hung the saddlebag on a hanger before pulling the card out with his mouth. After setting it on a hoof, he took a sniff at it. “Oh, it smells amazing! Must be her perfume,” he said as he placed the card on his nightstand, climbing into bed.





The next day, Rayne woke up sweating. He gave his air conditioning a kick, but that didn’t wake it up. It wasn’t just that; none of the other devices in his apartment worked, either. It was obvious what happened. Electricity had been temporarily shut off due to him coming up short on his rent. “I still have one day, you heartless extortionist!” he yelled at the ceiling.

He headed to the bathroom to shower off the musky odor that formed on his coat. At least the water was still running; the cold one, at least. After the icy shower, he shook violently to get the coldness out of his coat. “I can’t go on like this. I need bits as soon as possible!” He stepped to the nightstand and picked up the card for the studio the mysterious mare on the street had given him. It was suspicious how bland the card was, but at that point, he cared more about the money than the shady reputation of the place he was headed to.

“Well, it couldn’t hurt to at least give it a chance,” he spoke as he picked up his saddlebag and headed out of his apartment. “I can just trot away if the business turns out too shady.”





A trot later, he was on his way down the road to the darker, yet more productive side of town. He had the exact address but wasn’t familiar enough with the area to find his way to the studio. A local guard provided him with directions, “Oh, just keep heading straight,” the muscular mare spoke as she pointed him to a few intersections down the road. “There will be a sign saying, ‘It Started with a Video’ on a big banner. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he spoke respectfully before trotting toward the warehouse-looking structure.

Upon reaching the building, Rayne entered under the banner. Quietly, he slid through a lit up set. The filming was in full swing and he didn’t want to ruin the shot. He made his way through the old building to the makeshift extension. In the garage-like studio at the very end of the corridor, he lay his eyes on the two stallions. The younger one navigated the microphone while the older one held a heavy camera.

“Um… hello...” he whispered to the camera-holding stallion but was ignored in response. Rayne turned his attention to a screen that showed what was being filmed, his eyes shot open at the sight of the mare he had spoken with the previous day. “Holy Celestia! That’s the mare who told me to meet her here!” he muttered to himself.

“That mare is India de Gold,” the young stallion spoke to him as he saw him watching the screen. “And I’m the assistant director. What business do you have here?” he asked.

Rayne blinked before speaking again. “The mare asked me to meet her here. She said I could make some decent bits,” he said.

“Ah, then you would need to speak with the director.” He pointed with a hoof through the door outside. “Wait out by his trailer for a bit. I’m sure he’ll notice you, eventually.” Rayne nodded in response before quietly making his way out to the street.

He waited for quite some time and was starting to wonder if it was even worth coming to the Celestia forsaken place. Then, he spotted a rugged and hardened stallion coming out of the trailer. Rayne stood and made his way over to him.

“Hello, my name is Rayne, and I was referred here by Miss Gold,” He blurted out nervously.

“Ah, then you must be the young colt she’s been talking about to the other mares. What level of sexual experience do you have?” he asked Rayne bluntly.

“Well...” He shuffled a hoof on the ground from the embarrassment. “Um...” He tensed his muscles, vowing in his mind that he would not let himself be defeated by a mere question. “I licked a mare’s pussy in my colthood,” Rayne spoke with pretend confidence. “I even made her cum.”

“Hm, it wasn’t your mother, was it, boy?” the older stallion spoke with a scowl.

“N-n-no, sir,” Rayne lost his compulsion and stuttered nervously.

“We already have the full cast, but we might still come up with a hole for you to fill. Take a seat at the studio, foal. Maybe something will turn up.” The stallion moved past him, not throwing him a glance.

Rayne followed behind to the garage-like structure he had come from before. Crumpling on one of the stained couches, he supported his head with both hooves. Half a day had already passed and he had absolutely nothing to show for it. Waiting aimlessly wasn’t something he was cut out for. His intellectual mind screamed for some stimulation. If only there was a broken toaster or anything at all for him to fix. “Ugh!” he sighed under his breath as he stared into the empty air. 

A mare’s voice came from the outside of the studio. The director got up to open the door for India.

“What is your business, India?” the director asked as he then walked back over to his desk chair

“I’m here for a new filming partner,” India explained, “The current one has it in his head that I belong to him even when the cameras are off. He keeps forcing himself upon me. The nerve!”

“Oh my,” Rayne commented as he sat there on the couch, listening to the conversation with analytical curiosity.

“Well then, what do you want me to do?” the director asked. “We are too low on funds to even think of hiring a new stallion actor.” He glanced at Rayne with a smirk. “Unless you know somepony cheap who’s desperate for bits?” 

“Hmm...” She pondered on the thought a little as her eyes scoured over the familiar stallion she had spoken to the day before. “I might know somepony who fits the bill.” Her gaze devoured Rayne as she walked in an arch around him. “He can’t be worse than my current casting partner. Hire him!” India proposed to her boss. “I can run him through some exercises while you boys edit the last session. It usually takes you days, so there should be plenty of time.”

“Well, isn’t that sweet?” he said with a smile. “Though he lacks experience, he seems… interesting looking enough to do the part. You’ve got yourself a deal, but only after you tell me how much you expect me to pay him.”

“I’ll work for anything at this point,” Rayne butted in, “I’m about to lose my apartment. I can’t even sleep in my lab since it blew up, taking my hind leg with it. The replacement I needed cost almost all I had. Then my landmare upped the rent on me, and I found myself broke.”

“We all have our strifes, but yours seems to take the cake. Tell you what,” he spoke with a noticeable smile on his muzzle. “I’ll pay you half right after my star here confirms you’re doable and half after the shot is done.”

“Thank you, sir!” Rayne bowed slightly to the director. “I’ll be the best porn-stallion I can be for you!” He glanced over at his casting partner while a light blush burned across his cheeks.

India nodded and led the young stallion out of the studio lot to a nearby apartment.

“Thank you, I really appreciate you giving me this opportunity,” he said lightheartedly to her while admiring the sway in her hips that only an experienced mare like her could perform so smoothly. “I promise you won’t regret it. I know I won’t.”

“It’s no problem, Mr... uh... I never caught your name, honey...” she said as she turned around to look at him.

He stared back at her before finding the courage to speak again. “My name is Rayne,” he spoke.

“Handsome name for such a cute stallion.” India winked at him, making Rayne blush a little. “And as I’m sure you already know, my name is India de Gold.”

Rayne smiled and nodded. “You have a wonderful name as well, Ms. Gold,” he complimented back, making her give a little blush as well.

“Why, thank you, Rayne,” she said. “And please, just call me ‘India’.”

He nodded again. “So, do you want to start ‘the night’, or do we get to know one another better first?”

India stepped closer to him, pressing her muzzle against his neck. “Does this answer your question?”

Rayne stepped back with a blush. “Well, I’m not one to rush into things,” he honestly said, “Though we are on a schedule to get me experienced, right? We want to give your fans something to watch, don’t we?”

She then nodded before disrobing herself before him as she made her way to the bedroom, which was only dimly lit.

Rayne almost went slack-jawed from the sight of the romantic room, and the sight of the beauty of her naked frame being unveiled from the transparent cloak she had worn.

“Oh sweet Luna, this is as romantic as a starry night!” Rayne exclaimed. “And Celestia be my witness, you’re as beautiful as the sun itself, India!” 

She blushed from the comment of her new young companion.

“Mmm, thank you... I’m glad to hear you say that…” she whispered. “I have always adored the aura of the dusk-lit sky provided by our two divine guardians.” Rayne shucked his saddlebag at the entrance of her bedroom to come forward and kiss India abruptly on the cheek, prompting a smirk from her.

She turned his head forward with a hoof and plunged her lips at his, tongue paving the way inside.

He nervously swallowed both his and her saliva but quickly gathered himself. Much was at stake, and he wasn’t a stallion who’d go back on his word. His lips pressed tightly against her as he invaded her muzzle with his tongue.

She gifted him with the honor of having her own twist around his before letting him fully enter her muzzle. The two then broke the kiss to catch their breaths from the intimate connection.

“You’re not half bad, Rayne,” India spoke with a blush.

“Thanks,” Rayne said. “I just reacted on instinct. Still, I think it might be better if you take the lead since you’re the one who’s supposed to teach me.” He made his way past her before resting his haunches on the edge of her bed, inadvertently showing off his sheath and balls.

India gasped softly to herself as if the mere sight of his stallionhood sparked a flame. Her tail flagged up like a giddy schoolfilly. Not saying a word to him, she stepped closer and leaned in, kissing and licking his cock and balls all over.

Rayne gasped and groaned in shock of the new sensation of her skilled tongue going up from the crevice of his orbs up to the slit of his sheath. “Th-that f-feels a-amazing,” he panted as his words stuttered a tiny bit.

While worshiping his balls with her tongue, she reached back under herself to play with her marehood, which was already leaking and winking, demanding to be pleasured.

“Mmm... it’s so irresistible…” she said with an aroused moan. She then said something Rayne didn't expect to hear. “We can skip tonight’s lesson… because I think I’m impressed enough.” India explained with hot breaths as her hoof rubbed along her hot and needy folds.

Rayne’s eye’s widened when he heard that. “Are you sure, India?” he asked with a light groan when his cock slipped free out of its warm home in his sheath.

She nodded eagerly before moving up onto the bed with him, making him lay back as his shaft grew to full length under the warmth of her hot marehood that hovered just above it.

“I-I adore you, Rayne... I felt the connection to you since I first saw you back at the landmare’s office...” she confessed to him, before reaching back to guide his throbbing stallion hood up into her needy pussy. “I love you,” she whispered in his ear.

A low groan escaped Rayne’s lips as the warmth engulfed his virgin cock. “I love you, too, India... you’re my somepony that I’ve longed for...” he confessed to her as his hips eagerly thrust up into her.

She whinnied in shock of the sudden thrusts up inside her quivering depths. “Mmm~... Play with my titties, love! Please, I need your touches!” India begged before leaning down to lock lips with him as her hips gradually bounced with his thrusts up into her.

Rayne gladly obliged his mare by rubbing his hooves over her teats before wincing in pleasure as a familiar feeling built up in his balls. “Mmm! India, i-I’m gonna cum soon!” he groaned to her. ”Where do you want it, my love?!”

India ground her hips down onto his crotch to hilt him inside of her lovely vulva, causing the flaring tip of his cock to kiss her cervix entrance. “I-inside of me! Cum in my womb Rayne! Your instructor demands it so!” India begged of her stallion lover.

He obliged her with a sprint of thrusts up into her before releasing his essence into her waiting womb.

She raised her head up towards the ceiling and cried out in pleasure, climaxing as well, squirting her feminine juices onto her lover’s cock deep inside. Her essence folded his balls until they were engulfed in the mare’s juices.

“Th-that was a-amazing,” Rayne spoke as he fought to catch his breath.

India laid her head down next to his. They both huffed and breathed heavily in the tight embrace, enjoying the after tinglings of the intense bliss they were soaked in.
> Dear Celestia, I Love You
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

During her millennium reign, Princess Celestia occasionally adopted a foal. Some said she feared growing distant from the ponies she was entrusted to protect and took steps to overcome her fear.

Me, I didn’t care what her reasons were. I was just happy to be among the fortunate ones. She proved her goodness to me over and over again with her countless benevolent deeds. Despite not getting anything in return, she kept on doing it. I was nopony special, Just a regular foal with his head in the clouds, yet she treated me like I was the most precious treasure in Equestria.

During my time with my adopted mother, Princess Celestia, I had grown to adore her. It was much more than one should love a parent. I straight out worshiped her every move with my eyes when I was with her and fantasized about us in various scenarios when I was alone. Yet, the very idea of confessing the full extent of my feelings for her was unbearable. I wasn’t worthy of her love. My admission would only make her uncomfortable, and doing that to the one I adored would break my heart. So, I pretended and played my part.

That was until one fateful night. Mother and I had almost the whole castle to ourselves on that Hearth’s Warming Eve. There were some royal guards outside and on the first floor, but the Sun tower itself was empty.

I approached her bedroom to offer her my gift. It was a cake of her favorite flavor that I baked myself. It took me all day before I finally came up with something resembling a cone because I lacked any experience in cooking sciences.

When I looked through the crevice of the half-ajar door, my nostrils flared up at my first encounter of the royal breeding scent. I didn’t want to impose. The main reason why I waited for night was the idea I had to leave the cake for her to find it in the morning.

After only lightly knocking, so I wouldn’t wake her up, I entered the room. To my surprise, she wasn’t fast asleep as I had expected. Her body, with all its glory, lay on the bed. A hoof was going wild on her marehood, rubbing it up and down with exuberance.

I was just about to discreetly back out of her room when I heard her cry out my name with pleasure and desire in her voice.

“Oh Speedy, my dear son, thrust into mommy’s vulva with all your might,” Celestia moaned as she rubbed herself even faster.

I stood there in shock and awe at the sight of my goddess.

The second hoof joined the first one, and they worked together to caress her divine tities.

No longer could I just bear witness to her royal needs. Without thinking it through first, I cleared my throat to catch her attention.

A yelp escaped her, “Dear, me!” She had been caught red-hoofed by the colt she had taken in on that rainy day.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like this, my dear son”, she said, blushing with embarrassment.

“It is alright, Mother,” I replied with empathy and love before trotting forth to the edge of her bed. As I laid the cake on her nightstand, the aromatic scent of the mare in heat stirred up a new feeling in my young loins. My member slowly emerged from its protective sheath. “I’ve actually had those same feelings you so boldly expressed when servicing your gracious vulva, Mother.” I placed both forehooves on the side of the bed to get myself closer to the white mare of my dreams. “But, what would you think of me if I had come to you with these desires, Mother?” I nuzzled her cheek gently to express my passion.

“You need not worry my precious,” Mother said. “‘Tis Hearth’s Warming Eve and we have the castle to ourselves.” She smiled and kissed me on the lips, slipping her tongue inside of my mouth, entangling it with my own.

I stood there like a statue, with only my throbbing dick disturbing the stillness. Before I knew it, she had used her magic to float me onto the bed with her.

As she lay on her back, the majestic white wings spread over the edges of the mattress.

I drifted closer, staring speechless at her inner thighs and vulva, glistening with the mare’s essence.

“You may eat from this Canterlot Garden as you please, my dear colt.” She smiled and nodded encouragingly.

I smiled back at the shining face. It slowly set behind the white belly as I lowered my head. With my nimble tongue, I licked across her folds, gently and delicately. “The fruit of your loin tastes amazing, Mother!” I squealed in excitement as I dived in for more. With a hoof, I caressed her tities as I dug my tongue deep into her folds.

Celestia threw her head back onto the bed and moaned into a pillow then panted heavily. A hoof stroked my mane, then slipped under my chin and lifted my head. The divine figure before me bathed me with radiance. “Mmm... Speedy, sweetie, you have given of yourself, and now it is my turn to give your crotch attention it requires. I dare not leave one under my care wanting if it can be helped.”

A bright aura embraced us and rotated our bodies above the bed. As the soft magical shield dissipated, I found myself with my back on the bed.

A hoof slid along my chest, ever lower. Her soft tongue slid down my dock. The gentle licks moved up my balls to the very tip of my throbbing cock.

I groaned in pleasure as my young stallionhood drifted past Mother’s lips deep into her mouth. Panting ever louder, I lay under the caring goddess. Suddenly, she pulled up her muzzle, leaving my dick throbbing and wanting more.

“I believe, it is time for us to breed, my dear colt,” she uttered to me in a lust-filled tone, prompting an instant nod from me.

Again, I floated up in a magical field, rotating around while she slipped on her back under me. I drifted closer, erected meat-rod leading the way. It jolted and slapped against my belly and chest before she guided it in like a spear into her vulva. As soon as I felt her warmth around my shaft, the body reacted on instinct, and I thrust in and out her love tunnel. Our lips embraced in a passionate kiss as my hips shoved back and forth, penetrating deep inside of her.

The energy of our passion grew as our tongues played with one another. My balls swelled up and member thickened. Both body and mind were still new to this act of breeding and I wasn’t sure if I could control myself.

She noticed the building tension and put a hoof to my chest to slow down my approaches. “‘Tis not yet time, my son. Hold it back, I beg of you. I, too, am almost there.” 

I nodded in agreement and clenched my teeth as I tried my best to withhold my young colt spunk.

After a loud neigh, a splash of juices covered my underbelly and her tunnel clamped tightly onto my organ. The sensation was more than I could withstand. The pressure rushed from my balls and up my cock, filling her royal womb with hot cum.

We both lay there twitching, our genitals still in the tight embrace. Even when our orgasms subsided, we still clenched at each other in a loving embrace.

“Thank you mother, I love you with all my heart and soul,” I whispered in her ear.

She smiled brightly. “‘This the same I feel toward you, my faithful son.”

Secured in each other's legs, we both drifted to sleep on that naughty Hearth’s Warming Eve.
> Fruit of the Moon
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was a brisk summer evening in Equestria. Though most evenings tend to be mundane and quiet for the Princess of the Moon and Night, this one was quite different.

Applejack had been up from dusk to dawn the previous day, working the fields and bucking apple trees. Normally, that would translate into her falling asleep as soon as the muzzle touched the pillow, but something was different on that fateful night. She tossed and turned in the bed. The estrus, she was in the middle off, kept her tense. She tried ignoring it, but the pressure down below only increased.

When the next day finally arrived, Applejack found no relief from her bodily irks. Furthermore, she had to be around her elder sibling, Big Macintosh. Usually, that wouldn’t be a problem, but the musky scent of the biggest stallion in Ponyville almost drove her hormones wild. His body size, stature and the low-hanging fruit didn’t help with taking her mind out of the persistent lewd thoughts.

Modesty was her Achilles Heel so to say. Though, she had fought against her urges all day long, she finally succumbed to Mother Nature’s whimsical powers. The arousal drove her to recuse herself to the confines of the family barn and clop away the tenseness down bellow.

To Applejack’s knowledge, the place she picked to relieve her biological needs was free and clear of anypony, yet one lone Alicorn mare stayed in the shadows of the rebuilt family barn, watching on as this young Earth Pony frantically self-pleasured her nether region with a hoof.

Luna witnessed that auburn mare clopping and panting the name ‘Big Macintosh’ over and over again.

When the moans were at their peak, the princess thought herself discovered upon hearing her own name being uttered allowed. She merged with the shadows and took heed not to be spotted.

When the deed was done and the barn emptied, the Alicorn return home to Canterlot Palace with the visions of lewd.

Luna could not linger on her kinky thoughts, sparked by proactive Applejack. It was already noon and way past her bedtime. In appearance, Princess Luna was noble and brave to all who worshiped her. Yet, she kept some private secrets out of the public eye.

The night fell upon Equestria, and Luna was driven to pay another stealthy visit to Ponyville’s apple orchard. As soon as she set a hoof in the barn, her eyes feasted on the same young Applejack, clopping to lewd thoughts of mating in coitus with her elder brother.
Applejack was still in that time of the year, which was clearly reflected by her hoof, rubbing the marehood. The whole day of working the orchard with Big Macintosh had only contributed to her urges. She was reluctant to confront him about the feelings she had harbored toward him.

Once more, time passed quickly for the working mare. Luna would have stayed to see the big finale, but she could not afford to linger anymore. Princess’s duties called her home to the Canterlot palace.

When she landed on the balcony, her older sister walked from behind the curtain out into the open.

Luna jerked. “Oh, Celestia, thou hast startled me. Is something the matter? Why waitest thou in my royal chamber?”

“I am simply worried about your frequent absences after raising the Moon”, Celestia replied with a sad expression upon her face. “I had ignored your turmoils in the past which gave rise to the dark mare, but I wish to be here for you now. Tell me what troubles you, Luna. Let us not keep secrets from one another, please.”

“‘Tis alright, my dear sister. I am absent by matters of joy and not distress. You need worry not. Yet, I would still ask for your wise counsel. There is somepony who has me distracted. Her scent lures me to her, but I do not know how to make my approach, nor am I sure whether I even should.”

Celestia relaxed the clenched muscles and leaned her head to the side as she taunted Luna. “What is this now? Does my little sister have a crush on a mare?” A smirky smile drew itself on her lips. “No wonder you have been so absent for the past two nights after raising the Moon and lighting the Stars. I am glad you are considering getting some social life. You have been a recluse for long enough.” Celestia nuzzled her little sister warmly. “So, you want my advice on how to ask a fellow mare out?”

“Yes, my dear sister; I am”, Luna said, shuffling a hoof on the floor.

“May I know the one who thy heart craves for, first?”

“The mare in question is, actually, one of the bearers; the Element of Honesty, to be precise.”

“Ah, yes, dear Applejack.” Celestia smiled. “Then this will be a simple thing for you to accomplish. Write a letter, seeking a private council with the element. When alone with the mare in your chambers, reveal your feelings for her, and she shall be yours, if fate would have it.”

“Thank you, sister for your wise advice. I shall adhere to it and do just as you suggested,” Luna replied with a soft nuzzle and kiss to her elder sister’s cheek.

“And after, I wish to hear all about it!” Celestia snickered as she flew backward over the balcony.

“Now I know why you insisted on no secrets.” Luna shook her head. “Who is the dark mare now, sister?” She smirked and trotted to her bed. From her nightstand, she levitated out a quill, inkwell and an empty sheet of paper. She lay on her bed and pondered on which words to use.





In the afternoon, Applejack received a letter from Princess Luna. It was the shortest letter she had ever gotten, ‘Dear Applejack! I seek a private council with just you in my chambers at your leisure. Please come alone, my dear mare. Your Luna.’

She just about fainted upon reading it. There weren’t many lines to read between, but she suspected right away something was up. Or maybe it was more of the conformational bias of her fantasies taking hold. It wasn’t just her brother she thought about when alone and horny. Her dreamy trips of lust have always finished with the Princess of the Night. Applejack had a crush on her ever since she was saved from her nightmarish form.

When the feverish daze subsided, Applejack headed out to catch the earliest train to Canterlot. When she climbed onboard, she could think of nothing else but the itching marehood. Her forehooves rested between her hind legs, yet they twitched ever so often, wanting to do much more than just wait around. If the cart was empty, she might have tried to snuck a rub here and there to alleviate the tension. The fact of the matter was that it was fully packed, with someponies standing in the corridor between the seats. She had always tried to be honest with her thoughts in front of everypony, but not that honest.

Applejack was, actually, quite self-conscious about her sweaty and sweet scented marehood. She regretted that she didn’t take some personal time off before rushing to heed the Princesses call. The constant vibrations of the train only made her condition worse. While on the way to Canterlot, she was hit on by a few stallions. The mare knew it was her scent that attracted them, but she acted cold and unapproachable to make them go away.

The first stars were lighting up in the skies above when the train finally came to a stop at Canterlot Station. She jumped on the platform and trotted toward the castle to meet with Princess Luna.

While on her way there, a sensation between her hind legs irked her more and more. It wasn’t just she who was witnessing it. Many stallions gawked as they passed her. She couldn’t bare all the attention and made a run for it.

A short gallop later, she found herself face to face with a bat pony sentineling the massive, with stars and moon decorated door.

“I am here to see Princess Luna for a private council,” she said, gasping.

The guard nodded in approval and let her in. “The princess is expecting you.”

She made her way up the stairs to the Moon tower where Luna’s private chambers were located. After knocking on the wooden door she spoke, “Princess, I am here, as requested.” At that point, she was fidgeting with both hind legs.

As soon as the door opened, a droplet of mare’s juices drizzled down her leg. “Oh my!” Applejack yelped and awkwardly covered herself, looking up to the Princess before her.

“Shh, child. There is no need to be self-conscious and modest about your estrus”, Luna spoke and approached her. “‘Tis one of the reasons why I invited you here. As you may already suspect, I wish to admit my personal feelings to you. I wasn’t aware of them myself until just recently. You see, when I was on my usual journey for dreams and such, I came upon your scent and body musk. From the shadows, I watched you clop and fantasize about your sibling.”

Applejack’s face turned red “Y-you saw that?” She looked down to the floor in embarrassment.

“Yes,” Luna said as she pulled the mare in her badroom chamber. “Now that you are here, you may safely perform coitus with thyself in my bed.”

“Wha...”

The door closed shut as soon as Applejack entered. She reacted on reflex, jumping forward. A drizzling blemish on the wood marked the spot that hit the mare on her behind.

Luna used the opportunity, presented to her and positioned herself behind the confused pony. “Pardon my bluntness. I came on too strong. Allow me to enlighten you on the nature of this intimate meeting.” She gently licked and nibbled on Applejack’s swollen marehood, making her shiver.

“Oh, my…” Applejack sought to control herself, but the emotions and sensations within her were winning. “Shucks, I guess I oughta come clean, too. I had a craving for ya’ since the night we casted The Nightmare Moon out of ya’.”

“Mmm, yes,” Luna expressed her thoughts after another lick of the sweet mare’s nectar. She nibbled and licked the marehood, prompting a loud moan from AJ. With the horn, she nudged the horny mare forth toward the bed.

Applejack moaned and trembled from the ensuing pleasure. “Do with me as you reckon, my princess.” She willingly climbed onto the mattress and flipped over, loosely raising her hooves in the air, showing off her exposed tities.

Luna flapped the erect wings and hovered above the bed. She glided down onto Applejack, landing with her own marehood and tities on hers.

She lightly and gently ground her marehood and tities, causing both of them to whinny and moan loudly in delight.

Applejack leaned up to kiss Luna on the lips then plunged her head back into the pillow, nickering and bucking as she climaxed.

“That was fast,” Luna giggled. Yet it wasn’t long until her own climax hit her like a bag of oats. “Mmm!”

“Aww… Thank you... Princess,” Applejack panted. Her eyes rolled back as she drifted into sleep under the Alicorn.

“Tee-hee!” Luna snickered. “And now we shall double the fun.” She charged her horn. “Know that  ‘Princess of the Night’ is not a mere title.” The channel from her aura connected with Applejack’s forehead. The Alicorn closed her eyes and lay her head on the orange chest.

They were together again, sharing the same kinky dream.
> Woodland Date
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was a cool, moonlit night and almost no soul was awake in town. There were two, however, who didn’t feel like sleeping. They were strolling through town on their first date.

Whenever Rainbow Dash had suggested going out together, Fluttershy would press her knees to one another, brush a shaking hand through the yellow hair and squeal at the embarrassing thought. “What if someone sees us?” she’d fret.

The cyan athlete was well versed in pushing everyone to their limits, but she knew better than to go beyond that. After a few days of testing Shy’s resolve, she accepted the limitation, and wouldn’t force it further. They still had plenty of time to go out at nighttime under the cover of darkness. It didn’t matter what time of the day it was, as long as they finally got to go on an actual date.

Through the clouds, the moon lit their way as they walked along the empty road. Most of the shops were already closed, but here and there, a light from the display window would radiate the dark pavement.

The lack of crowds made it easier on Shy’s mind, since dating a fellow element was new to her. She still, occasionally, glanced around to make sure no one was watching them. Dash walked with a head held high beside her, happy to have finally brought out her girlfriend out into the open.

Suddenly, Dash stopped in her tracks.

The sight of that made Fluttershy press her hands close to her chest. She looked up to Dash with eyebrows raised.

Dash smiled and pointed to the lingerie store beside them. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

She glanced at the items in the display window, but her eyes quickly shied away. “I don’t think so...” she murmured to the sidewalk.

“Oh, come on, Flutters,” Dash said lightly. “It’ll only be me seeing you wearing them, I promise.”

“Iii!” she squeaked. “Any you even want me to wear them?”

Dash put his hands on Fluttershy’s shoulders. “You’ve got to buy some lingerie, sometimes.” She opened the door and pulled her toward the entrance.

“I have plenty...” she said and squeaked right after at the realization that she just admitted one of her intimate secrets. Though it wasn’t her biggest one, she still couldn’t help but look away to hide her blush. By the time she got herself propped and ready to get back to her comfort zone, she was already in the kinky store.

“Welcome to the most fabulous lingerie store in town”, the shop owner in a pink tie greeted them with a very feminine voice. He lifted a hand and waved at them with a palm. “How may I do you for?”

“Um, actually we’re just here to browse around,” Rainbow dash said, and grabbed Fluttershy’s hand to prevent her from running out.

“If you need help with anything—anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.” 

Fluttershy glanced around, and to her surprise, she felt kind of drawn to some of the items. Together with Rainbow Dash, she walked through the store, browsing through all the different styles of lingerie. It didn’t take Fluttershy long before she picked out a few sets that were to her liking.

She went into the dressing room to try them on and stayed there for quite some time because most of the sets she had selected didn’t fit her shapely hips. After putting on the last set, she finally stepped out of the stall to reveal a very netted thong and bra that were made of a black lace with little pink butterflies on them.

Rainbow’s jaw dropped at the sight of her girlfriend wearing the lovely set of lingerie.

“What do you think Dashie?” shy asked, with a light blush across her cheeks.

“Just... Wow!” Dash finally spoke with starstruck voice. “Flutters, you look amazing; I love it babe.”

“If you like them so much, I’m buying them. For you, Dashie.” Shy winked at her and stepped back into the stall to slip on her panties and sun-dress. She snickered to herself, thankful that Dash hadn’t noticed that she wore no bra for the evening.

Both girls soon headed from the dressing room area and up to the front desk to pay for the set of lingerie.

The shop owner commended them on their taste in fashion wear and even gave them a discount.

In return for his kindness, Fluttershy left him a small tip, saying, “Goodness should always be repaid with goodness.” She then turned around to Dash and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

Dash stood there for a second in confusion, watching Fluttershy leave the store.

“Go, get your sweetheart, darling!” The shop owner exclaimed.

She went after her, and their eyes met in front of the store. “Flutters... ” The cyan tomboy struggled for words. “I just...”

Fluttershy leaned in and kissed Dash on the soft lips, lightly groping her small B-Cup breasts against her.

Dash blinked in surprise from the sudden onset of a kiss. She wasn’t the blushing kind of girl, but she could clearly feel her cheeks warming up. Even more so when she felt the touch of Fluttershy’s hands upon her chest. She only wore a simple Wonderbolt training bra and could sense each one of the fingers through the thin fabric.

Fluttershy broke the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva between the two teenagers.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re coming on to me.” Rainbow tried to regain an upper hand. “And on our first date, I might add.” She raised her eyebrows and looked into the blueish eyes. “Are you?”

Shy nodded timidly as a reply to her girlfriend before grabbing the cyan hand and leading the way back toward her cottage on the edge of town.

Rainbow Dash followed along, not knowing what else to say. She didn’t want to ruin the moment. Any of her snarky remarks she could come up with would just ruin what they had going on between them. So, she kept herself silent as they walked through the romantic moonlit night.





As soon as they entered the cottage, Fluttershy unbuttoned her sun-dress. It drifted down her shiny body to the floor as she walked inside, without even bothering to shut the door.

The sight dawned on Rainbow Dash. Her girlfriend was only wearing a sexy pair of silk, cyan-blue panties, with Dash’s cutie mark on the crotch. It was obvious that Fluttershy had planned for her end game even before the date had started.

Dash was used to drive things forward herself, and things seemed a little out of her hands. Yet, despite being taken out of her element, she sensed the inner tinglings even more. She had never felt such attraction before.

“Is something wrong, Dashie?” Shy spoke lustfully to her. “You look hot.” A tender hand reached down and unbutton Dash’s skinny jeans.

Rainbow gasped at Shy’s forwardness. The pants and briefs slid down her athletically toned thighs and calves, only to stop at her sneakers.

Shy’s eyes feasted on Dash’s muscular structure. The shirt obstructed her view, so it had to be removed. She lifted it up and followed the revelations with her gaze. As the pesky piece of clothing slid over the multicolored hair, there was no more obstacles in the wake, anymore.

In the same way Fluttershy’s eyes traveled up the body, so too did her tongue, only stopping on the landmarks. She kissed the belly button and the tops of both breasts through the sports bra.

“Oh, Shy,” Dash uttered in a trembling voice. She felt cool air in the cottage graze across her exposed crotch, causing it to wink and drip eagerly. Her bra, suddenly, came unhooked by its front clasp and slipped down her shoulders. She then moaned in pleasure as she experienced the sensation of her perky, B-Cup breasts being suckled upon.

“Um, Shy…” Dash panted feverishly. “May I at least take my shoes off?”

“Oh.” A smug grin drew itself on Shy’s face. “Yes, you may, my Dashie.” 

There was nothing to sit on nearby, so Rainbow just hunched over to untie her shoes, giving Fluttershy a majestic view of the toned rump.

Shy moved around in an arch and knelt behind Dash, lovingly caressing her rump. As soon as Dash got her shoes off, she slipped one foot out of her fallen jeans and briefs, and then the other one.

Fluttershy’s smooth, wet tongue ran the length of Dash’s dampened, outer crevasse lips, causing them to part slightly.

Dash blushed a little as she spread her legs wide for Shy to have an easier access. She panted ever faster as she pressed one hand to the floor and caressed both breasts with the other. When the tinglings became unbearable, she stood up and pressed tight on her pussy, to contain the urges raging inside. “Wanna race to your bedroom, Mistress Fluttershy?” Dash asked teasingly and seductively.

“Bet you can’t beat me!” Shy exclaimed with a lustful smile upon her muzzle and made a run for it, giggling on the way.

Dash was in the middle of closing the door and couldn’t react in time. Even if she could, she’d likely still let Fluttershy have a head start. Dash jogged to the bedroom and came in second to the finish line. There, she found Fluttershy laying on the bed with spread legs cheering her on to finish the race. She climbed on the mattress but felt a lump on the side of it.

“Um, there’s nothing there,” Shy squeaked, her cheeks turning bright red.

“Oh?” Dash smiled as she reached under the mattress. “What is this then?” She pulled out a strap-on horse cock dildo and two vibrator eggs nipple-play. She displayed the items above Shy, making her squeal from the embarrassment and excitement alike.

“They’re mine!” Fluttershy reached up for them and pulled them away from Dash. She squeezed her biggest intimate secret between both breasts. A few moments later, she timidly looked up. “I am willing to share them, though.” The toys drifted down to the bed as she pressed close to Dash’s body and locked her lips with hers. Their tongues danced around each other, exploring their new damp environments.

Fast and sporadic breaths followed as they departed. Fluttershy palmed one of the bluish breasts and slightly pushed, giving herself some room.

“What do you mean by ‘share’?” Dash asked as she stood up before the bed, leaning her head to the side.

Shy didn’t say anything but merely leaned back and slipped the strap-on up to her waist, securing it firmly. When she was sure it was fixed in the right position, her eyes moved up. “Does that answer your question?” She reached out with her hand.

Dash palmed the approaching fingers, accepting the invitation. “I think it does.” She trembled with anticipation and delight. When she leaned forward, she was taken by surprise when Fluttershy jerked to the side. Losing her balance, Dash caught herself on the edge of the mattress with her elbows.

Fluttershy stood beside her, putting a hand on the bluish back to keep her friend crouched. She stepped behind her and slid both hands further to the rainbow hair.

When Dash looked over her shoulder to her assertive girlfriend, she felt the tip of the dildo teasingly prodding her soaking wet passage. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Flutters?” she asked nervously.

Fluttershy leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I’m very good at sharing!” As soon as she said it, her hips jerked forward, slamming the dildo inside of her dear girlfriend.

The sudden impact and penetration of the Mac-sized dildo made Rainbow Dash gasp. She gripped the bed sheets tightly with her palms as Shy proceeded to move in and out of her well-stretched tunnel.

“Mmm... how does that feel... my little Wonderbolt?” Shy asked between grunts, trying hard to bury the strap-on deeper into Rainbow Dash with every consequent push.

“It feels amazing, mistress…” Dash moaned out as her muscles contracted and relaxed around the artificial cock. “You already got me close with your tongue, and now...”

Shy reached around the cyan recipient to caress and tease her breasts. “Cum for me if you dare,” she whispered in her ear.

Rainbow Dash breathed harder, shivering as she finally surpassed her limit. “Oh, my Celestia! I’m cumming, Mistress Fluttershy!” Dash screamed out in pleasure as her moaning increased to an amazing crescendo.

“Oh my, what a naughty girl you are,” Fluttershy teased while giggling. She gently withdraw the dildo from her friend’s still-winking nether lips, soaking with femcum.

“Now, it’s my turn to be rutted.” She unstrapped the toy and passed it to Dash. She then walked over to her night dresser to rummage in the designated arts and crafts drawer. “Ah, here it is,” she spoke with glee as she held up some spare painter’s tape. “Would you kindly give me a hand with this, Dashie?”

Seemingly dazed, all Dash was able to do was to nod in response as she crawled over to Shy and grab the painter’s tape.

When Shy held up the two vibrator eggs to her erect nipples, Dash carefully taped them in place. “Very kinky, Shy,” Dash commented lustfully as she turned both vibrators on to a low setting before putting on the still wet strap-on.

“I’m ready, sexy” Fluttershy teased with lust in her eyes as she laid on the bed, her legs opened wide.

“Alright, but I gotta warn you, I’m not going to take it easy on you,” Dash said as she lifted both legs up to make room for the dildo. She reached out with a hand to turn the vibrators on maximum setting. Then, without delay, she slammed her fake dick into Shy’s sensitive, aching canal.

“Oh!” Shy uttered as she felt the big cock slam up through her love-hole. With each thrust into her moist folds, her trembling breasts bounced in response.

“Mmm! I’m cumming, Rainbow Dash!” she yelled as she climaxed all around the dildo and onto Dash’s belly.

Both juveniles panted in exhaustion before kissing one another. Dash shut off the two vibrators before carefully untaping them off of Shy’s nipples.

“I love you Flutters,” Dash said as she laid on her, using her D-Cup breasts as pillows.

“I love you, too, my naughty Wonderbolt...” Shy replied before both lovers drifted off to sleep, still sharing the dildo between them.