A Clump Of Stumps

"Woe is me," cried Rarity, "I am undone!" She rubbed her one remaining hoof against each of her three stumps in turn.

Anon scratched his head. "This is supposed to be sexy?"

Rarity scrunched her muzzle. "I'm a helpless mare whose limbs have been removed by a barbaric predator one at a time for meals. I thought humans liked carnivorous sex."

Anon shrugged. "I've never been into vore or bondage. My 'fetish' is loving relationships between equal partners."

Rarity scoffed, lay back on her red velvet couch, and put her hoof, singular, to her forehead. "Wheel me back to Fluttershy's, Anon."

The walk through Ponyville was delightfully cool and cloudless. The small cottage near the Everfree was an outpost of civilization this close to the forest. Once Anon closed the door and left, Rarity rolled off her couch onto the floor of Fluttershy's cabin. Nopony seemed to be home, so she engaged her horn. Three shimmering pillars of light sprung from her stumps.

She stood and went upstairs. "Discord, dear, it wasn't his thing." She paused at the closed door of Fluttershy's bedroom, and knocked with her one real hoof. "Discord? I'd like my legs back now, if you don't mind."

He (literally) stuck his head out of the door. "Give us a moment, Rarity. I've got this game all but 'sewn up' as it were." With a popping noise, his head vanished.

Curious, Rarity entered the room. Stretched out on the floor, Fluttershy was sweating as she twisted into an unusual shape. Even her wings were fully stretched out, each in a different direction. She grunted as she moved her tail to touch one spot on the floor, then smiled. "Got it. Your turn."

Discord's body looped around hers, over and under, and Rarity's limbs sprouted at odd angles from his torso. He nodded at Angel, who flicked the spinner with a forepaw, and held up the result. Discord read it: "Right rear hoof on blue."