B-sides and Raritiesby Samey90ChaptersA Kingdom Divided, chapter 18.5: Twisted Silver [M, Sex]Ascension [M, Gore]In Which Sunset Shimmer Fucks a Washing Machine [go, figure the rating. I dare you]A Kingdom Divided, chapter 18.5: Twisted Silver [M, Sex]Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Andrew Marvell – To His Coy Mistress As long as they were together, everything seemed simple. The red tint disappeared from Silver Spoon’s vision – in fact, the only red object she could see at the moment was Twist’s mane. Her face was buried in it, she wanted to feel its touch on her skin, let the delicate scent of peppermint fill her nostrils, savour the taste… Because of all the recent events, she’d almost forgotten how she liked to play with her hair. In fact, that was one of the reasons why she usually braided her mane. Diamond Tiara’s death, quarrels with Scootaloo, long journey, and a violent fight with the soldiers drained her physically and emotionally. Now, sitting with Twist and hugging her, she started to learn to feel again. They were half-sitting half-lying on the couch in a tight embrace, enjoying the warmth of their bodies. Silver Spoon ran her hooves through Twist’s fur and felt a patch of scar tissue on her foreleg, where she had accidentally wounded her. She shuddered and gave out a little sob. “What’th wrong?” Twist asked. She was now stroking Silver Spoon’s mane, rocking back and forth with her. “N-nothing…” Silver Spoon muttered. “I… I almost killed you… And you…” “Ssh,” Twist whispered into her ear. “I forgave you long time ago. Thtop blaming yourthelf for that.” “I can’t… I… You’re too good for me… Who am I? A murderer… A psychopath whose only friend died in her hooves…” Now Twist shuddered, remembering the dream she had only two days ago. Silver Spoon felt it. “See? I’m not worth of you… What if one day I lose control? I may accidentally hurt you…” Twist kissed her. It was a short and awkward kiss, just like the day when they kissed for the first time. “I already told you that I’m your friend, Silver.” she said, patting the sobbing filly’s head. “I’ll alwayth be there for you… I’ll help you learn to control yourthelf…” She wrapped her arms around Silver and began massaging her back. Their lips locked again, the frames of their glasses touching. Their tongues met and they gently lowered themselves on the couch. Their lips parted. Silver Spoon opened her eyes and saw Twist watching her carefully. She didn’t know what to say. Various feelings were fighting each other inside of her; her sadness withdrew, clashing with the warmth of kindness emanating from the red-maned filly. She still felt she didn’t deserve to be with a pony like Twist, but she was actually happy to lie with her on that couch in this underground room. Part of her wanted to dance cheerfully, while the other part was about to break into a fit of hysteria. For a minute or two, they were just staring at each other, not making a move. Silver felt that Twist’s hoof was touching her inner thigh again. The filly was blushing heavily, and Silver couldn’t help but think that she looked cute that way. She sighed. Time to be a mature one, for a change. “We’d better chill out,” she muttered, “Scootaloo can accidentally walk in on us…” Twist nodded her head. Her eyes lost some of their spark and her blush began to slowly disappear. Silver Spoon saw her own reflection in her glasses and, to her surprise, she discovered that she was smiling faintly. “On a second thought,” she said, “after the refugee camp, Scootaloo knows that she should knock.” She kissed Twist’s forehead, sniffing her mane again. She ran her hoof down the tempest of red locks, causing her fillyfriend to giggle and embrace her closer. Upon sensing the peppermint again, Silver felt something new. A bizarre, almost physical pleasure. It wasn’t an exactly new feeling for her. Before the war (now it seemed like centuries ago), after having a couple of quite explicit dreams, usually revolving around Diamond Tiara playing with her mane she began to experiment with her body. After a few more or less successful attempts in touching herself, she managed to bring herself to climax. She remembered exactly a short moment of pure ecstasy, the wonderful emptiness of her mind, followed by an awkward realisation of what she’d just done. It was about then, when she’d discovered that she was interested in fillies. Colts almost never appeared in her dreams. Her mother had explained to her that there was nothing wrong with that and that there were other fillies and mares like her. Too bad, Diamond Tiara wasn’t one of them. Silver Spoon was surprised when she’d discovered that Twist was also like her. She always considered her innocent, prude and sexually oblivious. The hoof on her thigh was a proof that she was wrong. Yet, doing that with her seemed wrong – she was repulsed by the very idea of having sex with a pony whom she’d almost killed, and who, despite that, was so good for her. A pony who loved her with the whole her heart, even though Silver wasn’t sure if she loved her too. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to love anypony. Twist was like a beacon in a dark void Silver Spoon’s mind had become. She was hardly anything more. Silver felt that having sex with her would be almost an abuse, yet the sparks in her eyes, smell of her mane, and the hoof wandering up her thigh were making the rational part of her mind blur, taken over by the lust. She spread her hind legs and felt their fillyhoods touching. The blood rushed in her veins, she felt Twist’s heart pounding against her chest. Silver kissed her forehead and her lips, then moved down to her neck. Then she began rubbing her clit against Twist’s body. Twist moaned. Silver Spoon froze, not sure if it was pain or pleasure. But then filly embraced her, whispering something into her ear. Silver started to rub her fillyhood against Twist’s again. It felt rough; young and inexperienced as she was, she didn’t get wet enough and soon she paused again. She actually liked the pain – there was something soothing about it, calming down the raging tempest of hormones that were now ruling her body – but she felt that she was hurting Twist. She decided to try something different; she lowered herself, kissing Twist’s chest and stomach. She sat down over her, rubbing her fillyfriend’s belly with her left hoof, causing Twist to moan before erupting into a fit of giggles. Silver lowered her other foreleg on her fillyhood, poking it gently, sending a small sparks of pleasure through her body. When she looked down, she noticed that she was sitting on Twist’s tail. For a moment, she hesitated, but then grabbed it and began circling her hoof around her clit. Just the touch of the red, curly hair was driving her crazy. Twist didn’t notice that, too absorbed by Silver’s left hoof, which she was gradually lowering, playing with her fur and slowly crawling to its final goal. It felt weird to touch down there somepony other than herself. As Silver Spoon’s experience so far was based only on her own hooves and a romance novel she’d borrowed from Diamond Tiara, she had to make several attempts before landing her hoof on Twist’s clit. Twist shuddered in excitation and bucked her hips, prompting Silver to put her hoof deeper. Silver’s pants became moans as she was bringing herself to a climax. Her arousal soaked Twist’s tail, the smell teasing her nostrils, making her even more excited. She felt the pressure building in her hips. Pleasure was slowly growing more intense. Only half-formed thoughts were running through her brain; her heart was beating frantically, nearly cracking her ribs. She pulled her hoof out of her fillyhood and smacked her flank in place where ricocheted bullet had hit her. A jolt of pain almost drove her over the edge. She clenched her teeth, rubbing herself quicker. Suddenly, the world around her exploded. A hot wave of pleasure spread on her whole body, her muscles spasming uncontrollably. Unable to stop herself, she gave out a long moan, before falling down numbly, her head landing softly on Twist’s stomach. Some juices erupted from her pussy, dripping on Twist’s tail and the sofa they were lying on. It wasn’t much, but it never happened before, when she was touching herself. Silver slowly opened her eyes, feeling almost devoid of power. She was Twist staring at her in anticipation. She grinned sheepishly, still in post-orgasm haze. Her hooves were numb, yet she still had to give her fillyfriend a release. Suddenly, she thought about the romantic novel she’d read, and a certain description from it. She lowered her head, wrapping Twist’s hind leg around her shoulders and stuck out her tongue, slowly licking her friend’s pussy. The taste was weird at first. It wasn’t peppermint, of course, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She licked once more, unsure if what she was doing felt good to Twist. “Yes…” Twist moaned and grabbed Silver Spoon’s mane. It felt to Silver like an electric impulse. She began licking a bit faster, the smell filling her nostrils. It felt almost hypnotizing; she wrapped her hooves around Twist’s hind legs, spreading them further, and stuck her tongue deep inside her. “Oh… right here…” Twist moaned when Silver’s tongue hit her g-spot. She was massaging her head, pulling her braids; she knew well how Silver liked it. Silver Spoon moaned loudly. She lowered her hoof to her vagina and began rubbing her clit gently, shuddering from pleasure. She retreated her tongue and raised her head, just to look into Twist’s eyes; to see the joy and anticipation in them. “Don’t thtop…” Twist cooed. Silver Spoon smirked and lowered her head, licking her lips. Twist gave out another moan, clenching her muscles around Silver Spoon’s tongue. Each move was sending a spark of pleasure through her spine. She threw her head backwards, bucking her hips and pulling Silver’s braids. She started to laugh, panting heavily, tears flowing from her eyes. “Watch… out…” Silver Spoon groaned. When Twist pulled her mane, a jolt of pain, strangely mixed with arousal, sent her over the edge once again. She rolled off of the sofa, panting heavily, fur between her hind legs damp and matted. She looked around only to find out that her vision was blurry – the lenses of her glasses were covered with Twist’s juices. She took them off and put them on the nightstand before sitting on the sofa next to Twist. “Wow…” she said with a sigh. “That was…” For a while she was looking for the right word to describe what had just happened, but her mind felt empty. All the sadness and anger that had been overwhelming her for the last few days disappeared. “Mhm…” Twist smiled and hugged her, planting a kiss on her cheek. Only then Silver Spoon realised that she was blushing furiously. She giggled and returned the kiss. Ascension [M, Gore]Apologetic? Maybe. Who Trixie tries to cheat? Apologetic? More like “humiliated”. Just like before. Just like for the whole Trixie’s life. It’s not even about Sparkle. Trixie’s parents, kids from school, teachers… Nopony ever looked at Trixie in a way other than a laughingstock. Even the fans… Or at least what Trixie thought was fans… One mistake and it was over. Since the day Trixie crawled out of her mother’s womb… Humiliation after humiliation. Failure after failure. Sticks and stones, torches and pitchforks. Someone once said that Equestria is a land of friendship. Well, not for Trixie. But now, Trixie will show them. She just needs to do that the Twilight Sparkle way. Slowly and methodically. Meticulous planning, yes, that’s important. There’s a spell for that, Trixie knows. Princess Celestia used it. But there are also other ways. More difficult, but it’s even better. What is fun in an easy way? Sparkle needed Princess Celestia. Trixie will need nopony. Just like nopony seems to need Trixie. Okay, time to focus. Meticulous planning. Meticulous. Systematic. Good organisation. Just like Sparkle. Knife? Check. Chisel? Check Pills? Check. Glue? Check. Nails? Check. Ethanol? Check. Check, check, check and check. Just like Sparkle. There’s no room for even the slightest error. Everything is ready. Trixie wrote all the instructions on the walls, just in case. Paper wouldn’t be appropriate. It’s too easy to accidentally destroy it. Time for pills. Not too much. Trixie needs a clear mind. This won’t hurt too much. Of course, it’ll hurt a bit, but, as Trixie said, what is fun in an easy way? Aargh! More pills? No, not yet. It’s all right. Trixie is fine. Once it’s done, she won’t need pills anymore. The first drops fall to the floor. It’s not important. Time for a chisel. Slowly. Any rush can be detrimental. It’s good Trixie can use magic. Her hooves would be too shaky for such a delicate job. Ethanol, yes. It’s important to be clean. How can earth ponies live without magic? No wonder none of them got that idea. It tingles. But it means that it works. It’d be stupid to get sick at the moment of the greatest triumph. No one would take the Great and Powerful Trixie seriously. Trixie levitates the chisel… Snap! Who’d say carving is so hard? Trixie’s vision blurs for a moment. Snap! Snap! Trixie needs a hammer. And glue. And more pills. Where was that book? Oh, there’s no book. Trixie wouldn’t risk destroying it. There’s a drawing on the wall. Glue that together. Tie this with that. Pull that. Aargh! Pain. So much pain. But Trixie is strong. Trixie will withstand it. Pull that out. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Good. Trixie bets Sparkle wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t dare. One more pill. Just one. And some ethanol. Trixie knows that it’s for external use only, but she just has to. Sparkle wouldn’t dare. She may have magic, but she’s not strong enough. Snap! It doesn’t hurt. Trixie’s magic flickers. Time for the second one. Where’s the knife? Here? When did Trixie put it here? Nevermind. It’s all getting to an end. Just one quick motion. Good. No one will ever say that Trixie is weak. Not after that. Another quick move. It needs to be precise. One error and even magic won’t be able to fix it. Aargh! Okay. It’s okay. It’d be better if the room stopped spinning. Magic. It still works. Hooves don’t work. Really, poor earth ponies. Once Trixie’s done, she’ll do something about them. What’s that smell? Eww. Trixie’s not gonna mention it to anypony. She bets anyone would do that in her situation, but still it’s kinda… eww. The world is spinning. It’s getting darker in the room. Magic. Nice blue light. Time to grit teeth and finish that. One stitch, then another. Just like that Sparkle’s friend… Rarity? Yes, Rarity. She’d pass out if she saw that. Trixie’s stitches are that good; not to mention the fabric. Trixie bets she’d never worked with a fabric so delicate… So soft. That’s almost perverse… Let’s try to stand up… Whoa! Wet floor. The whole floor is slippery. Not surprising. There’s so much left… Some fell off. Trixie needs to sew it back before she puts it on… That reminds Trixie. Time for some gluing and screwing. But first… Snap! Ouch! Snap! Okay, it’s okay. Trixie will fix it once she’s done, but now she has to hold it… Nothing can fall off. It’d be bad. Snap! No! No rolling on the floor! Snap! Inhale. Exhale. Did Trixie pass out? Impossible. More magic. More pills. Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY? What was the next point of the instructions? It should be on that wall… Where are the walls? Trixie can’t see. Where’s that glue… and the screwdriver… Aargh… it hurts so much. Oh, here it is. Magic. More magic. Just put it together… there will be time for corrections later… After first tests… Inhale. Exhale. Trixie wonders what’ll Sparkle say when she sees that. What the others will say. Oh, they’ll regret that they laughed at Trixie… And then they’ll scream. Not all of them, of course. Trixie… is not… vengeful… Twilight Sparkle is okay. She humiliated Trixie, but she’s not bad. She’ll just… see… Trixie and… tell that… Trixie is the greatest… and the most… powerful… Aargh… Magic. It should be better soon. The magic will be far beyond the limits… Without that stupid amulet… Everyone will see… Everyone will know what Trixie did… And they’ll… ouch… It… it works. It really works! Trixie’s getting lighter… Nothing hurts anymore. It’s getting better. And Trixie feels so wonderful… So warm. Is Trixie flying already? Maybe not, but soon… Soon, Trixie will fly… “What a mess…” Riot Control muttered, entering the room. The smell alone was enough for a couple of younger guards to lose the lunch. Trying not to step into one of the puddles on the floor, he approached Front Kick, who was reading the inscriptions on the walls. “Fascinating…” Front Kick muttered. “She planned all that…” “She?” Riot Control looked at the body in the middle of the room unsurely. “Are you trying to tell me that it wasn’t some insane sect or something?” “No,” Front Kick replied. “There are her hoofprints everywhere. She did that to herself.” “Sweet Celestia…” Riot Control shook his head. “Was she… crazy or something?” “Definitely,” Front Kick replied. “Though the guys are placing bets whether it was bleeding out that killed her or those painkillers.” “I bet Dr. Tulp will get crazy…” said Riot Control, watching the drawing on the wall. “It looks like an illustration from some anatomy handbook. I guess he’ll whine how inaccurate her… design is.” “Maybe,” Front Kick muttered, his eyes focused on a body. “I wonder what she was trying to do? Alicornise herself?” “Is that even a word?” Riot Control winced, looking at the unicorn mare. Large flaps of her skin were peeled off her sides, revealing that her ribs were snapped, exposing the organs. Riot Control began to wonder where they were, but he didn’t have to think about that for long. Sewn to the mare’s back, was a pair of large, grotesque wings made of bloodied skin attached to a scaffolding made of ribs. In Which Sunset Shimmer Fucks a Washing Machine [go, figure the rating. I dare you]She blinked. Her eyes were slowly getting used to the dark interior of the small bathroom. She could see more and more details. Tiles on the walls, laundry basket, a neatly organised stack of books and newspapers next to the toilet, a washing machine... She walked through the bathroom, feeling the cold floor under her feet. Then she stopped, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Even in the dim light, she could still see her reflection enough to admire her own beauty. The fact that she was naked was helping her in it greatly. A mass of red and yellow hair, flowing freely to her waist. Cyan eyes, piercing the mirror with a sharp gaze. A pair of perky breasts, in just the right size to squeeze them, which she promptly did. Flat stomach and a small tuft of red hair around her pussy. She used to shave it, but then she heard that it was making men hornier. She looked at herself one more time and sighed. If she could, she’d walk like that all the time. The ponies got it right; this world could really learn from them. A thought about staying in front of the mirror for the whole night appeared in her mind. But then, she remembered why she was there. She turned around and opened the laundry basket. She searched through it, feeling her muscles twitch in excitation. For a moment, she felt like Daring Do discovering a temple in the middle of some dangerous jungle and finding a gold statuette of some long-forgotten deity standing on an altar. What she found, wasn’t a statuette. Still, it made her smile grow even wider. She stood in the middle of the bathroom and examined it, rubbing it with her fingers. She swallowed her saliva, feeling that the small tuft of her pubic hair was slowly getting moist. Then she licked her lips, staring at the pair of silk, violet panties in her hands. There was a pink, six-pointed sparkle surrounded by several smaller, white sparkles on the front of them. She lifted them to her face and slowly inhaled the air, sniffing the inside of them. Blood started to flow faster in her veins. Her nipples hardened when she started to rub her breasts with the soft fabric. A moan escaped her lips when she moved lower, to her belly button and played with it for a while. She looked at the lingerie once again and a new idea appeared in her mind. She straightened the panties and put them on, feeling something like electricity going through her legs in places where the silk touched them. The feeling was... interesting. The panties were a bit too tight, adhering to her skin and holding her cheeks in a warm embrace. There was a darker spot in the middle of them, just where the sparkle was. She lowered her hand and rubbed it, feeling the wetness on her fingers. She sniffed the air and the smell of her arousal caused her to moan again. The sweet flavour of the panties was now mixing with her own. She licked her fingers and swallowed her saliva, letting the taste flow down her throat. Then she started to play with her nipple with her left hand, while she lowered her right hand again, this time sliding it into the panties and toying with her labia. She stood with her legs apart, the panties nearly snapping, and started to stroke her pussy vigorously. She bit her lip and closed her eyes when the jolts of pleasure assaulted her brain. Burying her fingers deep into her pussy, she threw her head backwards and gave out a muffled moan. Then she rested herself against the sink, panting heavily. She didn’t push herself over the edge, however. Not yet. She knew her body far too well to finish with it so early. The rubber of the panties dug deeply into her skin when she ruffled her pubes, leaving red marks around her waist. She took them off and looked around, searching for a new idea. Finally, her eyes rested on the washing machine standing in the corner. She sat on it, shuddering when her cheeks touched the cold surface. She looked at the panties and sniffed them once more, which caused her clit to twitch, sending a wave of pleasure spreading through her whole body. Catching her breath again, she spread her legs as wide as she could and crumpled the panties into a small, silky ball. Then she spread her labia with her fingers and, shivering from pleasure, slid the ball inside of her. Only a small piece of violet fabric was protruding from her pussy. She smiled like somebody who just pulled a great prank and started to caress her clit with her index and middle finger. Her muscles contracted around the fabric which was massaging the inner walls of her pussy, causing her nerves to go crazy. She gritted her teeth, trying to stop a moan. She stopped squeezing her breasts with the other hand, leaned forward a bit and started to tease her anus with her fingers. She started to wonder if she could find some lube there. Not that it was a problem – she’d actually deflowered her behind with an old marker covered in liquid soap, but she didn’t want to try that again – getting the soap out was hard, not to mention the itch. Panting heavily, she bit her lip while moving the panties up and down in her vagina. Suddenly, she heard somebody’s steps on the corridor and quickened up her pace, moaning louder and louder. The door opened and Twilight Sparkle stood in them, turning on the light. She was wearing a really nice pajamas with suns and moons on them. “Sunset! What are you doing here?” she asked, her mouth agape. Sunset said nothing, completely focused on the damp area between her legs. Her juices were slowly flowing down the washing machine and pooling on the floor. She retreated her fingers from between her cheeks and pulled Twilight’s panties out of her pussy, exhaling the air loudly. “Sunset! What the–” Sunset looked into Twilight’s wide eyes and with a one, sharp motion of her hand, she sent herself over the edge. Just before her vision blurred, she managed to see Twilight’s pupils shrinking to pinpricks when she looked at the fountain of juices pouring on the floor and her panties, or rather a pitiful piece of soaked silk. Sunset groaned, her muscles contracting almost painfully. Her nostrils were assaulted by another sharp smell and she realised that her bladder gave up when she came. It was no use holding it now. The puddle on the floor was slowly reaching to the sink. Her muscles loosened up; she rested herself against the wall behind the washing machine and waited till her breath steadied. The last drops of her urine escaped her. She wiped herself with the panties, or rather smeared her fluids all over her belly. “S-sunset...” Twilight muttered, staggering slightly and trying not to look at the red tuft of hair between Sunset’s still spread legs. “W-why... How...” Sunset stood up, carefully avoiding stepping into puddle of her juices and pee and walked out of the bathroom, giving Twilight her panties when she was passing next to them. Twilight grabbed them automatically and dry heaved when she realised what they were covered in. Before she could react, she heard the door of her house slamming. This woke her up. She dropped the panties and rushed to her window, only to see Sunset Shimmer, still naked, slowly walking to her car, parked on the other side of the street.
A Kingdom Divided, chapter 18.5: Twisted Silver [M, Sex]Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Andrew Marvell – To His Coy Mistress As long as they were together, everything seemed simple. The red tint disappeared from Silver Spoon’s vision – in fact, the only red object she could see at the moment was Twist’s mane. Her face was buried in it, she wanted to feel its touch on her skin, let the delicate scent of peppermint fill her nostrils, savour the taste… Because of all the recent events, she’d almost forgotten how she liked to play with her hair. In fact, that was one of the reasons why she usually braided her mane. Diamond Tiara’s death, quarrels with Scootaloo, long journey, and a violent fight with the soldiers drained her physically and emotionally. Now, sitting with Twist and hugging her, she started to learn to feel again. They were half-sitting half-lying on the couch in a tight embrace, enjoying the warmth of their bodies. Silver Spoon ran her hooves through Twist’s fur and felt a patch of scar tissue on her foreleg, where she had accidentally wounded her. She shuddered and gave out a little sob. “What’th wrong?” Twist asked. She was now stroking Silver Spoon’s mane, rocking back and forth with her. “N-nothing…” Silver Spoon muttered. “I… I almost killed you… And you…” “Ssh,” Twist whispered into her ear. “I forgave you long time ago. Thtop blaming yourthelf for that.” “I can’t… I… You’re too good for me… Who am I? A murderer… A psychopath whose only friend died in her hooves…” Now Twist shuddered, remembering the dream she had only two days ago. Silver Spoon felt it. “See? I’m not worth of you… What if one day I lose control? I may accidentally hurt you…” Twist kissed her. It was a short and awkward kiss, just like the day when they kissed for the first time. “I already told you that I’m your friend, Silver.” she said, patting the sobbing filly’s head. “I’ll alwayth be there for you… I’ll help you learn to control yourthelf…” She wrapped her arms around Silver and began massaging her back. Their lips locked again, the frames of their glasses touching. Their tongues met and they gently lowered themselves on the couch. Their lips parted. Silver Spoon opened her eyes and saw Twist watching her carefully. She didn’t know what to say. Various feelings were fighting each other inside of her; her sadness withdrew, clashing with the warmth of kindness emanating from the red-maned filly. She still felt she didn’t deserve to be with a pony like Twist, but she was actually happy to lie with her on that couch in this underground room. Part of her wanted to dance cheerfully, while the other part was about to break into a fit of hysteria. For a minute or two, they were just staring at each other, not making a move. Silver felt that Twist’s hoof was touching her inner thigh again. The filly was blushing heavily, and Silver couldn’t help but think that she looked cute that way. She sighed. Time to be a mature one, for a change. “We’d better chill out,” she muttered, “Scootaloo can accidentally walk in on us…” Twist nodded her head. Her eyes lost some of their spark and her blush began to slowly disappear. Silver Spoon saw her own reflection in her glasses and, to her surprise, she discovered that she was smiling faintly. “On a second thought,” she said, “after the refugee camp, Scootaloo knows that she should knock.” She kissed Twist’s forehead, sniffing her mane again. She ran her hoof down the tempest of red locks, causing her fillyfriend to giggle and embrace her closer. Upon sensing the peppermint again, Silver felt something new. A bizarre, almost physical pleasure. It wasn’t an exactly new feeling for her. Before the war (now it seemed like centuries ago), after having a couple of quite explicit dreams, usually revolving around Diamond Tiara playing with her mane she began to experiment with her body. After a few more or less successful attempts in touching herself, she managed to bring herself to climax. She remembered exactly a short moment of pure ecstasy, the wonderful emptiness of her mind, followed by an awkward realisation of what she’d just done. It was about then, when she’d discovered that she was interested in fillies. Colts almost never appeared in her dreams. Her mother had explained to her that there was nothing wrong with that and that there were other fillies and mares like her. Too bad, Diamond Tiara wasn’t one of them. Silver Spoon was surprised when she’d discovered that Twist was also like her. She always considered her innocent, prude and sexually oblivious. The hoof on her thigh was a proof that she was wrong. Yet, doing that with her seemed wrong – she was repulsed by the very idea of having sex with a pony whom she’d almost killed, and who, despite that, was so good for her. A pony who loved her with the whole her heart, even though Silver wasn’t sure if she loved her too. In fact, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to love anypony. Twist was like a beacon in a dark void Silver Spoon’s mind had become. She was hardly anything more. Silver felt that having sex with her would be almost an abuse, yet the sparks in her eyes, smell of her mane, and the hoof wandering up her thigh were making the rational part of her mind blur, taken over by the lust. She spread her hind legs and felt their fillyhoods touching. The blood rushed in her veins, she felt Twist’s heart pounding against her chest. Silver kissed her forehead and her lips, then moved down to her neck. Then she began rubbing her clit against Twist’s body. Twist moaned. Silver Spoon froze, not sure if it was pain or pleasure. But then filly embraced her, whispering something into her ear. Silver started to rub her fillyhood against Twist’s again. It felt rough; young and inexperienced as she was, she didn’t get wet enough and soon she paused again. She actually liked the pain – there was something soothing about it, calming down the raging tempest of hormones that were now ruling her body – but she felt that she was hurting Twist. She decided to try something different; she lowered herself, kissing Twist’s chest and stomach. She sat down over her, rubbing her fillyfriend’s belly with her left hoof, causing Twist to moan before erupting into a fit of giggles. Silver lowered her other foreleg on her fillyhood, poking it gently, sending a small sparks of pleasure through her body. When she looked down, she noticed that she was sitting on Twist’s tail. For a moment, she hesitated, but then grabbed it and began circling her hoof around her clit. Just the touch of the red, curly hair was driving her crazy. Twist didn’t notice that, too absorbed by Silver’s left hoof, which she was gradually lowering, playing with her fur and slowly crawling to its final goal. It felt weird to touch down there somepony other than herself. As Silver Spoon’s experience so far was based only on her own hooves and a romance novel she’d borrowed from Diamond Tiara, she had to make several attempts before landing her hoof on Twist’s clit. Twist shuddered in excitation and bucked her hips, prompting Silver to put her hoof deeper. Silver’s pants became moans as she was bringing herself to a climax. Her arousal soaked Twist’s tail, the smell teasing her nostrils, making her even more excited. She felt the pressure building in her hips. Pleasure was slowly growing more intense. Only half-formed thoughts were running through her brain; her heart was beating frantically, nearly cracking her ribs. She pulled her hoof out of her fillyhood and smacked her flank in place where ricocheted bullet had hit her. A jolt of pain almost drove her over the edge. She clenched her teeth, rubbing herself quicker. Suddenly, the world around her exploded. A hot wave of pleasure spread on her whole body, her muscles spasming uncontrollably. Unable to stop herself, she gave out a long moan, before falling down numbly, her head landing softly on Twist’s stomach. Some juices erupted from her pussy, dripping on Twist’s tail and the sofa they were lying on. It wasn’t much, but it never happened before, when she was touching herself. Silver slowly opened her eyes, feeling almost devoid of power. She was Twist staring at her in anticipation. She grinned sheepishly, still in post-orgasm haze. Her hooves were numb, yet she still had to give her fillyfriend a release. Suddenly, she thought about the romantic novel she’d read, and a certain description from it. She lowered her head, wrapping Twist’s hind leg around her shoulders and stuck out her tongue, slowly licking her friend’s pussy. The taste was weird at first. It wasn’t peppermint, of course, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She licked once more, unsure if what she was doing felt good to Twist. “Yes…” Twist moaned and grabbed Silver Spoon’s mane. It felt to Silver like an electric impulse. She began licking a bit faster, the smell filling her nostrils. It felt almost hypnotizing; she wrapped her hooves around Twist’s hind legs, spreading them further, and stuck her tongue deep inside her. “Oh… right here…” Twist moaned when Silver’s tongue hit her g-spot. She was massaging her head, pulling her braids; she knew well how Silver liked it. Silver Spoon moaned loudly. She lowered her hoof to her vagina and began rubbing her clit gently, shuddering from pleasure. She retreated her tongue and raised her head, just to look into Twist’s eyes; to see the joy and anticipation in them. “Don’t thtop…” Twist cooed. Silver Spoon smirked and lowered her head, licking her lips. Twist gave out another moan, clenching her muscles around Silver Spoon’s tongue. Each move was sending a spark of pleasure through her spine. She threw her head backwards, bucking her hips and pulling Silver’s braids. She started to laugh, panting heavily, tears flowing from her eyes. “Watch… out…” Silver Spoon groaned. When Twist pulled her mane, a jolt of pain, strangely mixed with arousal, sent her over the edge once again. She rolled off of the sofa, panting heavily, fur between her hind legs damp and matted. She looked around only to find out that her vision was blurry – the lenses of her glasses were covered with Twist’s juices. She took them off and put them on the nightstand before sitting on the sofa next to Twist. “Wow…” she said with a sigh. “That was…” For a while she was looking for the right word to describe what had just happened, but her mind felt empty. All the sadness and anger that had been overwhelming her for the last few days disappeared. “Mhm…” Twist smiled and hugged her, planting a kiss on her cheek. Only then Silver Spoon realised that she was blushing furiously. She giggled and returned the kiss.
Ascension [M, Gore]Apologetic? Maybe. Who Trixie tries to cheat? Apologetic? More like “humiliated”. Just like before. Just like for the whole Trixie’s life. It’s not even about Sparkle. Trixie’s parents, kids from school, teachers… Nopony ever looked at Trixie in a way other than a laughingstock. Even the fans… Or at least what Trixie thought was fans… One mistake and it was over. Since the day Trixie crawled out of her mother’s womb… Humiliation after humiliation. Failure after failure. Sticks and stones, torches and pitchforks. Someone once said that Equestria is a land of friendship. Well, not for Trixie. But now, Trixie will show them. She just needs to do that the Twilight Sparkle way. Slowly and methodically. Meticulous planning, yes, that’s important. There’s a spell for that, Trixie knows. Princess Celestia used it. But there are also other ways. More difficult, but it’s even better. What is fun in an easy way? Sparkle needed Princess Celestia. Trixie will need nopony. Just like nopony seems to need Trixie. Okay, time to focus. Meticulous planning. Meticulous. Systematic. Good organisation. Just like Sparkle. Knife? Check. Chisel? Check Pills? Check. Glue? Check. Nails? Check. Ethanol? Check. Check, check, check and check. Just like Sparkle. There’s no room for even the slightest error. Everything is ready. Trixie wrote all the instructions on the walls, just in case. Paper wouldn’t be appropriate. It’s too easy to accidentally destroy it. Time for pills. Not too much. Trixie needs a clear mind. This won’t hurt too much. Of course, it’ll hurt a bit, but, as Trixie said, what is fun in an easy way? Aargh! More pills? No, not yet. It’s all right. Trixie is fine. Once it’s done, she won’t need pills anymore. The first drops fall to the floor. It’s not important. Time for a chisel. Slowly. Any rush can be detrimental. It’s good Trixie can use magic. Her hooves would be too shaky for such a delicate job. Ethanol, yes. It’s important to be clean. How can earth ponies live without magic? No wonder none of them got that idea. It tingles. But it means that it works. It’d be stupid to get sick at the moment of the greatest triumph. No one would take the Great and Powerful Trixie seriously. Trixie levitates the chisel… Snap! Who’d say carving is so hard? Trixie’s vision blurs for a moment. Snap! Snap! Trixie needs a hammer. And glue. And more pills. Where was that book? Oh, there’s no book. Trixie wouldn’t risk destroying it. There’s a drawing on the wall. Glue that together. Tie this with that. Pull that. Aargh! Pain. So much pain. But Trixie is strong. Trixie will withstand it. Pull that out. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Good. Trixie bets Sparkle wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t dare. One more pill. Just one. And some ethanol. Trixie knows that it’s for external use only, but she just has to. Sparkle wouldn’t dare. She may have magic, but she’s not strong enough. Snap! It doesn’t hurt. Trixie’s magic flickers. Time for the second one. Where’s the knife? Here? When did Trixie put it here? Nevermind. It’s all getting to an end. Just one quick motion. Good. No one will ever say that Trixie is weak. Not after that. Another quick move. It needs to be precise. One error and even magic won’t be able to fix it. Aargh! Okay. It’s okay. It’d be better if the room stopped spinning. Magic. It still works. Hooves don’t work. Really, poor earth ponies. Once Trixie’s done, she’ll do something about them. What’s that smell? Eww. Trixie’s not gonna mention it to anypony. She bets anyone would do that in her situation, but still it’s kinda… eww. The world is spinning. It’s getting darker in the room. Magic. Nice blue light. Time to grit teeth and finish that. One stitch, then another. Just like that Sparkle’s friend… Rarity? Yes, Rarity. She’d pass out if she saw that. Trixie’s stitches are that good; not to mention the fabric. Trixie bets she’d never worked with a fabric so delicate… So soft. That’s almost perverse… Let’s try to stand up… Whoa! Wet floor. The whole floor is slippery. Not surprising. There’s so much left… Some fell off. Trixie needs to sew it back before she puts it on… That reminds Trixie. Time for some gluing and screwing. But first… Snap! Ouch! Snap! Okay, it’s okay. Trixie will fix it once she’s done, but now she has to hold it… Nothing can fall off. It’d be bad. Snap! No! No rolling on the floor! Snap! Inhale. Exhale. Did Trixie pass out? Impossible. More magic. More pills. Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY? What was the next point of the instructions? It should be on that wall… Where are the walls? Trixie can’t see. Where’s that glue… and the screwdriver… Aargh… it hurts so much. Oh, here it is. Magic. More magic. Just put it together… there will be time for corrections later… After first tests… Inhale. Exhale. Trixie wonders what’ll Sparkle say when she sees that. What the others will say. Oh, they’ll regret that they laughed at Trixie… And then they’ll scream. Not all of them, of course. Trixie… is not… vengeful… Twilight Sparkle is okay. She humiliated Trixie, but she’s not bad. She’ll just… see… Trixie and… tell that… Trixie is the greatest… and the most… powerful… Aargh… Magic. It should be better soon. The magic will be far beyond the limits… Without that stupid amulet… Everyone will see… Everyone will know what Trixie did… And they’ll… ouch… It… it works. It really works! Trixie’s getting lighter… Nothing hurts anymore. It’s getting better. And Trixie feels so wonderful… So warm. Is Trixie flying already? Maybe not, but soon… Soon, Trixie will fly… “What a mess…” Riot Control muttered, entering the room. The smell alone was enough for a couple of younger guards to lose the lunch. Trying not to step into one of the puddles on the floor, he approached Front Kick, who was reading the inscriptions on the walls. “Fascinating…” Front Kick muttered. “She planned all that…” “She?” Riot Control looked at the body in the middle of the room unsurely. “Are you trying to tell me that it wasn’t some insane sect or something?” “No,” Front Kick replied. “There are her hoofprints everywhere. She did that to herself.” “Sweet Celestia…” Riot Control shook his head. “Was she… crazy or something?” “Definitely,” Front Kick replied. “Though the guys are placing bets whether it was bleeding out that killed her or those painkillers.” “I bet Dr. Tulp will get crazy…” said Riot Control, watching the drawing on the wall. “It looks like an illustration from some anatomy handbook. I guess he’ll whine how inaccurate her… design is.” “Maybe,” Front Kick muttered, his eyes focused on a body. “I wonder what she was trying to do? Alicornise herself?” “Is that even a word?” Riot Control winced, looking at the unicorn mare. Large flaps of her skin were peeled off her sides, revealing that her ribs were snapped, exposing the organs. Riot Control began to wonder where they were, but he didn’t have to think about that for long. Sewn to the mare’s back, was a pair of large, grotesque wings made of bloodied skin attached to a scaffolding made of ribs.
In Which Sunset Shimmer Fucks a Washing Machine [go, figure the rating. I dare you]She blinked. Her eyes were slowly getting used to the dark interior of the small bathroom. She could see more and more details. Tiles on the walls, laundry basket, a neatly organised stack of books and newspapers next to the toilet, a washing machine... She walked through the bathroom, feeling the cold floor under her feet. Then she stopped, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Even in the dim light, she could still see her reflection enough to admire her own beauty. The fact that she was naked was helping her in it greatly. A mass of red and yellow hair, flowing freely to her waist. Cyan eyes, piercing the mirror with a sharp gaze. A pair of perky breasts, in just the right size to squeeze them, which she promptly did. Flat stomach and a small tuft of red hair around her pussy. She used to shave it, but then she heard that it was making men hornier. She looked at herself one more time and sighed. If she could, she’d walk like that all the time. The ponies got it right; this world could really learn from them. A thought about staying in front of the mirror for the whole night appeared in her mind. But then, she remembered why she was there. She turned around and opened the laundry basket. She searched through it, feeling her muscles twitch in excitation. For a moment, she felt like Daring Do discovering a temple in the middle of some dangerous jungle and finding a gold statuette of some long-forgotten deity standing on an altar. What she found, wasn’t a statuette. Still, it made her smile grow even wider. She stood in the middle of the bathroom and examined it, rubbing it with her fingers. She swallowed her saliva, feeling that the small tuft of her pubic hair was slowly getting moist. Then she licked her lips, staring at the pair of silk, violet panties in her hands. There was a pink, six-pointed sparkle surrounded by several smaller, white sparkles on the front of them. She lifted them to her face and slowly inhaled the air, sniffing the inside of them. Blood started to flow faster in her veins. Her nipples hardened when she started to rub her breasts with the soft fabric. A moan escaped her lips when she moved lower, to her belly button and played with it for a while. She looked at the lingerie once again and a new idea appeared in her mind. She straightened the panties and put them on, feeling something like electricity going through her legs in places where the silk touched them. The feeling was... interesting. The panties were a bit too tight, adhering to her skin and holding her cheeks in a warm embrace. There was a darker spot in the middle of them, just where the sparkle was. She lowered her hand and rubbed it, feeling the wetness on her fingers. She sniffed the air and the smell of her arousal caused her to moan again. The sweet flavour of the panties was now mixing with her own. She licked her fingers and swallowed her saliva, letting the taste flow down her throat. Then she started to play with her nipple with her left hand, while she lowered her right hand again, this time sliding it into the panties and toying with her labia. She stood with her legs apart, the panties nearly snapping, and started to stroke her pussy vigorously. She bit her lip and closed her eyes when the jolts of pleasure assaulted her brain. Burying her fingers deep into her pussy, she threw her head backwards and gave out a muffled moan. Then she rested herself against the sink, panting heavily. She didn’t push herself over the edge, however. Not yet. She knew her body far too well to finish with it so early. The rubber of the panties dug deeply into her skin when she ruffled her pubes, leaving red marks around her waist. She took them off and looked around, searching for a new idea. Finally, her eyes rested on the washing machine standing in the corner. She sat on it, shuddering when her cheeks touched the cold surface. She looked at the panties and sniffed them once more, which caused her clit to twitch, sending a wave of pleasure spreading through her whole body. Catching her breath again, she spread her legs as wide as she could and crumpled the panties into a small, silky ball. Then she spread her labia with her fingers and, shivering from pleasure, slid the ball inside of her. Only a small piece of violet fabric was protruding from her pussy. She smiled like somebody who just pulled a great prank and started to caress her clit with her index and middle finger. Her muscles contracted around the fabric which was massaging the inner walls of her pussy, causing her nerves to go crazy. She gritted her teeth, trying to stop a moan. She stopped squeezing her breasts with the other hand, leaned forward a bit and started to tease her anus with her fingers. She started to wonder if she could find some lube there. Not that it was a problem – she’d actually deflowered her behind with an old marker covered in liquid soap, but she didn’t want to try that again – getting the soap out was hard, not to mention the itch. Panting heavily, she bit her lip while moving the panties up and down in her vagina. Suddenly, she heard somebody’s steps on the corridor and quickened up her pace, moaning louder and louder. The door opened and Twilight Sparkle stood in them, turning on the light. She was wearing a really nice pajamas with suns and moons on them. “Sunset! What are you doing here?” she asked, her mouth agape. Sunset said nothing, completely focused on the damp area between her legs. Her juices were slowly flowing down the washing machine and pooling on the floor. She retreated her fingers from between her cheeks and pulled Twilight’s panties out of her pussy, exhaling the air loudly. “Sunset! What the–” Sunset looked into Twilight’s wide eyes and with a one, sharp motion of her hand, she sent herself over the edge. Just before her vision blurred, she managed to see Twilight’s pupils shrinking to pinpricks when she looked at the fountain of juices pouring on the floor and her panties, or rather a pitiful piece of soaked silk. Sunset groaned, her muscles contracting almost painfully. Her nostrils were assaulted by another sharp smell and she realised that her bladder gave up when she came. It was no use holding it now. The puddle on the floor was slowly reaching to the sink. Her muscles loosened up; she rested herself against the wall behind the washing machine and waited till her breath steadied. The last drops of her urine escaped her. She wiped herself with the panties, or rather smeared her fluids all over her belly. “S-sunset...” Twilight muttered, staggering slightly and trying not to look at the red tuft of hair between Sunset’s still spread legs. “W-why... How...” Sunset stood up, carefully avoiding stepping into puddle of her juices and pee and walked out of the bathroom, giving Twilight her panties when she was passing next to them. Twilight grabbed them automatically and dry heaved when she realised what they were covered in. Before she could react, she heard the door of her house slamming. This woke her up. She dropped the panties and rushed to her window, only to see Sunset Shimmer, still naked, slowly walking to her car, parked on the other side of the street.
