The NeverClever Mini-Smut Collectionby NeverCleverChaptersTransfusionCrystallineObedientTransfusionRarity screamed as the needles entered her, but the gag in her mouth muffled it almost completely. “You know, I was rather hoping one of you gold-diggers would show up.” Blueblood adjusted the machine. “I’ve been wanting to try this out for some time. I’ve been collecting my...fluids, magically treating them.” He adjusted some dials, plugged a bag of the white substance into the machine. “Ponies like you are a real pain. Going after me just because I am nobility. Well, don’t worry. After tonight, we will both have our problems solved.” Rarity squirmed. The machine glowed with magic, whirred with machinery, and she bit down on the gag as the needles pinched into her. She saw the IV on her right fill with red liquid: her blood leaving her body. The IV on her left filled with the...white fluids, forcing them into her body. Her arm burned. Tears streaked down her cheeks. She hadn’t wanted this. “Having second thoughts?” Blueblood grabbed Rarity’s chin. He was surprisingly gentle. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be some trophy wife, to be taken care of for the rest of your life? Well, I’m going to give you exactly that.” Blueblood placed a pair of headphones over Rarity’s ears. “I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow,” he said. “Just relax, and listen to the recording. It’ll help you come to terms with all this.” Blueblood left, and light filled the basement for a moment as the door opened and shut. Rarity screwed her eyes shut. She tried to ignore the whisperings coming from the tape, tried to struggle, but her head and limbs were tied firmly in place. “Relax, submit, enjoy, worship...” the tape droned on and on. Rarity lifted her head. Blueblood had returned. He had said he would, hadn’t he? At least he kept his promises. He undid her bindings, removed the catheters, led her to a treadmill. The headphones stayed on, continued their droning. Relax, submit, enjoy, obey, eat... She should be escaping. Blueblood pointed her to the treadmill, and she dutifully got on. She ran. Her legs began to ache, her throat became dry, but she kept running for hours. Blueblood tinkered with the machine, replaced the bags and adjusted the settings. Then after ages of running, he strapped her back in, replaced the catheters. Instead of the gag, he gave her a bottle. It was full of more semen, it tasted so nice after all that running. “I like my mares to be fit,” Blueblood said. “You did a good job today.” His words cut through the drone of the headphones. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” Rarity nodded. The basement door closed, and darkness returned. She sat alone in the dark. Tears streaked her face, her arms and legs and chest hurt, but the contents of the bottle tasted nice. It had been so long. Rarity didn’t remember what her life had been like before this routine. She would wake up, and the machines would be pumping. Blueblood would make sure she got her daily exercise, whether it was lifting weights or running or whatever else. He would change out the machine’s contents, all the leftover fluids it had collected and spent. Then she would fall asleep, the machines still whirring and chirping, the headphones still droning, her body still aching, less and less each day. One day was different. Blueblood removed the headphones. “How do you feel?” he asked. Rarity moved her mouth, but the only that came out was a sliver of drool: salty, white drool. “Time for you to go to the bathroom,” he said. Rarity sat down on the toilet he led her to. How long had it been, since she had done this? She relaxed and felt liquid spill out of her body. She looked down, and saw a white substance flooding the toilet. Blueblood nodded. “Good girl. I think you’re finally ready.” Rarity clung tightly to Blueblood’s arm. He introduced her to so many ponies, so many nicely dressed ponies. Every time, she would nod. Occasionally she would open her mouth, but no words ever came out, only white drool. Eventually, the ball ended, and they returned to Blueblood’s mansion. Blueblood removed Rarity’s dress. It had gotten so damp. She had been leaking everywhere all night, from her breasts and her pussy and her mouth. “Good thing your coat is already white,” Blueblood said. “You did wonderfully tonight. Not a single suckup or gold-digger tried to hit on me.” Rarity nodded. Her master’s compliments felt so nice. “I think you’ve earned a fresh meal,” Blueblood pulled out his cock, and Rarity realized how hungry she was. She knelt down, sucked on him, swallowed every drop of semen that came out of him. So much came out. It tasted delicious, refreshing. Had she ever had anything else to eat, besides him? It seemed like a silly thought. Blueblood turned her over, filled her from her other end. He was always so generous, making sure she had enough nutrition. Author's Note Was this a fetish already? If not, then you're welcome. CrystallineCadance screamed. Her hand ached and burned where she had touched it. The piece of Sombra sat innocuously on her bed. I t had been stupid to pick it up. She had hoped to understand it, to use that knowledge to protect the crystal empire, but the horn was clearly a trap. Cadance doubled over. She felt the magic crawling along her skin, inside her blood and through her veins. It burned. She brought her hand up into the light. It looked like the black crystals that had been on Shining’s horn, but thinner and finer. Her fingers still moved, her joints still worked. It almost felt like a glove, like clothing, even though it had been created by dark magic. She grunted again. The magic crawled up her arm again, past her elbow and towards her shoulder. She could cut off her arm, perhaps, purge it with magic, but she needed Shining’s help to activate the magic. Her legs buckled. Her entire right arm was solid grey-black now. The same color as Sombra. The crystal shell kept moving. It spread so fast, she couldn’t even think of how to panic properly. The magic traveled across her breast, and she gasped. It felt so warm and inviting as it struck her nipples and kept moving. Her corrupted arm traveled down to her crotch. “No...” she whispered. She felt so warm, though. She began to rub herself, the arm refusing to follow her orders. She felt the blackness spread across her vagina and down her legs, like her arm had spread it wherever she touched. Her other arm slid onto her chest, rubbing at her nipples. She felt so warm, so hungry and pent up and needy. She moaned. She barely noticed the magic finishing along her legs, traveling up her neck and into her mouth and ears and nostrils and eyes. It felt warm. She gasped. She saw pictures, mental images: ponies being violated, broken, used. By her. She shook her head. Sombra’s memories must be corrupting and influencing and caressing her. She shook her head again, but the the thought stuck in her mind. She moaned again, louder than before. She felt her clit burn, pulse with lust as the crystal swept across it and grew outward. She didn’t think to stifle her moaning, it just felt so incredible. Her body felt warm, her arms moved faster, her mind clouded with the thought of fucking somepony into submission. She came, felt warm, sticky magic spray out of her and onto the bed. She stood up, turned to her mirror. Her new body looked almost the same. Her coat had turned black from the coating of magic, but her body kept the same shape. Her mane kept the same color. She examined her arms and legs; they had a slight sheen to them, her fingernails and toenails had gotten sharper and longer. She smiled. A huge, erect cock poked out of her crotch, where her clit had used to be. She adjusted it, and saw her pussy right below it. She dripped all over the floor, white fluid that struck the ground and evaporated into black smoke. She licked her lips. Shining would help her. He would understand, and he would let her violate him. If he didn’t, she knew quite a spells that would break his mind or make him more agreeable. Sombra’s memories had quite a few interesting tidbits. She ran a finger along her new body. Her skin felt so smooth. Her cock twitched at the thought of pressing into her husband, of filling him with her fluids and magic. She called a servant, told them to summon Shining Armor. Her voice sounded the same, perhaps a bit more sultry, after her transformative experiences. She had wanted to understand Sombra, certainly. Perhaps he had some good ideas, after all. Author's Note Partly inspired by this picture. ObedientApplejack’s ear flicked. She lifted her head. Rarity had walked in. The sound of the door and footsteps sent a pang of anticipation through Applejack. Applejack lifted her head. Every step on the staircase made her body warmer. The door handle clicked, and her body shuddered with anticipation. Finally, Rarity walked in. “Ah, Applejack, just what I needed.” Rarity waved her over. Applejack tried to stand up, but her legs buckled immediately. It had been so long since they worked, but Rarity liked to see her try. The dildos stuffed into her ass and pussy never stopped vibrating, and they made her legs feel so worn out. Applejack crawled the rest of the way to Rarity’s bed. “Work today was simply awful.” Rarity wound her fingers into Applejack’s mane. “But I knew you would be waiting for me, afterwards. After all, where else would you go?” Rarity forced Applejack’s mouth forward. Applejack didn’t resist. She pushed her tongue into Rarity’s pussy, began to lick and suck and move like Rarity had taught her. Like a good girl. Rarity moaned, flopped backwards onto the bed. Her fingers scrunched up, held Applejack’s head in place. “Mmm…good girl,” Rarity purred. Applejack’s heart fluttered at the compliment. Her legs tightened up. She started licking faster. She wanted…needed Rarity to be happy. Applejack didn’t know how long it went on like that. Time seemed to drag on for so long, no matter what she did. Either Rarity was home and Applejack was with her, or Applejack was alone on her cot. Rarity shuddered. Applejack felt a rush of salt in her mouth. “Good girl, Applejack,” Rarity said. “You might be getting better at this after all. It certainly took long enough.” Rarity rolled over on her bed. “Such a good girl deserves a reward.” She patted the bed. “You can sleep next to me tonight.” Applejack clambered into the bed. She had to drag herself up onto it, since her legs still ached whenever she put weight on them. She settled in, and Rarity pulled the covers over them. “And of course, don’t think I’ve forgotten your other reward,” Rarity whispered. Her horn ignited. Applejack moaned. The toys stuck inside her had increased their vibrations. She panted. She could feel herself leaking onto the bed, feel her toes curl and her legs tense. Rarity draped an arm around Applejack, swirled a finger along her stomach and hips and painfully close to her pussy. “It’s a shame I can’t walk you or anything like that. It would raise too many questions. I do miss your toned physique, sadly. Perhaps we can start training you again, since you’ve been such a good girl. You haven’t had any escape attempts or anything silly like that in ages.” Applejack moaned again. She wasn’t sure what Rarity was talking about. It didn’t seem like something she would do. She certainly didn’t remember anything like that. The thought passed, and an orgasm wracked her body as she fell asleep next to her mistress. Author's Note Partly inspired by this picture.
TransfusionRarity screamed as the needles entered her, but the gag in her mouth muffled it almost completely. “You know, I was rather hoping one of you gold-diggers would show up.” Blueblood adjusted the machine. “I’ve been wanting to try this out for some time. I’ve been collecting my...fluids, magically treating them.” He adjusted some dials, plugged a bag of the white substance into the machine. “Ponies like you are a real pain. Going after me just because I am nobility. Well, don’t worry. After tonight, we will both have our problems solved.” Rarity squirmed. The machine glowed with magic, whirred with machinery, and she bit down on the gag as the needles pinched into her. She saw the IV on her right fill with red liquid: her blood leaving her body. The IV on her left filled with the...white fluids, forcing them into her body. Her arm burned. Tears streaked down her cheeks. She hadn’t wanted this. “Having second thoughts?” Blueblood grabbed Rarity’s chin. He was surprisingly gentle. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be some trophy wife, to be taken care of for the rest of your life? Well, I’m going to give you exactly that.” Blueblood placed a pair of headphones over Rarity’s ears. “I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow,” he said. “Just relax, and listen to the recording. It’ll help you come to terms with all this.” Blueblood left, and light filled the basement for a moment as the door opened and shut. Rarity screwed her eyes shut. She tried to ignore the whisperings coming from the tape, tried to struggle, but her head and limbs were tied firmly in place. “Relax, submit, enjoy, worship...” the tape droned on and on. Rarity lifted her head. Blueblood had returned. He had said he would, hadn’t he? At least he kept his promises. He undid her bindings, removed the catheters, led her to a treadmill. The headphones stayed on, continued their droning. Relax, submit, enjoy, obey, eat... She should be escaping. Blueblood pointed her to the treadmill, and she dutifully got on. She ran. Her legs began to ache, her throat became dry, but she kept running for hours. Blueblood tinkered with the machine, replaced the bags and adjusted the settings. Then after ages of running, he strapped her back in, replaced the catheters. Instead of the gag, he gave her a bottle. It was full of more semen, it tasted so nice after all that running. “I like my mares to be fit,” Blueblood said. “You did a good job today.” His words cut through the drone of the headphones. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” Rarity nodded. The basement door closed, and darkness returned. She sat alone in the dark. Tears streaked her face, her arms and legs and chest hurt, but the contents of the bottle tasted nice. It had been so long. Rarity didn’t remember what her life had been like before this routine. She would wake up, and the machines would be pumping. Blueblood would make sure she got her daily exercise, whether it was lifting weights or running or whatever else. He would change out the machine’s contents, all the leftover fluids it had collected and spent. Then she would fall asleep, the machines still whirring and chirping, the headphones still droning, her body still aching, less and less each day. One day was different. Blueblood removed the headphones. “How do you feel?” he asked. Rarity moved her mouth, but the only that came out was a sliver of drool: salty, white drool. “Time for you to go to the bathroom,” he said. Rarity sat down on the toilet he led her to. How long had it been, since she had done this? She relaxed and felt liquid spill out of her body. She looked down, and saw a white substance flooding the toilet. Blueblood nodded. “Good girl. I think you’re finally ready.” Rarity clung tightly to Blueblood’s arm. He introduced her to so many ponies, so many nicely dressed ponies. Every time, she would nod. Occasionally she would open her mouth, but no words ever came out, only white drool. Eventually, the ball ended, and they returned to Blueblood’s mansion. Blueblood removed Rarity’s dress. It had gotten so damp. She had been leaking everywhere all night, from her breasts and her pussy and her mouth. “Good thing your coat is already white,” Blueblood said. “You did wonderfully tonight. Not a single suckup or gold-digger tried to hit on me.” Rarity nodded. Her master’s compliments felt so nice. “I think you’ve earned a fresh meal,” Blueblood pulled out his cock, and Rarity realized how hungry she was. She knelt down, sucked on him, swallowed every drop of semen that came out of him. So much came out. It tasted delicious, refreshing. Had she ever had anything else to eat, besides him? It seemed like a silly thought. Blueblood turned her over, filled her from her other end. He was always so generous, making sure she had enough nutrition. Author's Note Was this a fetish already? If not, then you're welcome.
CrystallineCadance screamed. Her hand ached and burned where she had touched it. The piece of Sombra sat innocuously on her bed. I t had been stupid to pick it up. She had hoped to understand it, to use that knowledge to protect the crystal empire, but the horn was clearly a trap. Cadance doubled over. She felt the magic crawling along her skin, inside her blood and through her veins. It burned. She brought her hand up into the light. It looked like the black crystals that had been on Shining’s horn, but thinner and finer. Her fingers still moved, her joints still worked. It almost felt like a glove, like clothing, even though it had been created by dark magic. She grunted again. The magic crawled up her arm again, past her elbow and towards her shoulder. She could cut off her arm, perhaps, purge it with magic, but she needed Shining’s help to activate the magic. Her legs buckled. Her entire right arm was solid grey-black now. The same color as Sombra. The crystal shell kept moving. It spread so fast, she couldn’t even think of how to panic properly. The magic traveled across her breast, and she gasped. It felt so warm and inviting as it struck her nipples and kept moving. Her corrupted arm traveled down to her crotch. “No...” she whispered. She felt so warm, though. She began to rub herself, the arm refusing to follow her orders. She felt the blackness spread across her vagina and down her legs, like her arm had spread it wherever she touched. Her other arm slid onto her chest, rubbing at her nipples. She felt so warm, so hungry and pent up and needy. She moaned. She barely noticed the magic finishing along her legs, traveling up her neck and into her mouth and ears and nostrils and eyes. It felt warm. She gasped. She saw pictures, mental images: ponies being violated, broken, used. By her. She shook her head. Sombra’s memories must be corrupting and influencing and caressing her. She shook her head again, but the the thought stuck in her mind. She moaned again, louder than before. She felt her clit burn, pulse with lust as the crystal swept across it and grew outward. She didn’t think to stifle her moaning, it just felt so incredible. Her body felt warm, her arms moved faster, her mind clouded with the thought of fucking somepony into submission. She came, felt warm, sticky magic spray out of her and onto the bed. She stood up, turned to her mirror. Her new body looked almost the same. Her coat had turned black from the coating of magic, but her body kept the same shape. Her mane kept the same color. She examined her arms and legs; they had a slight sheen to them, her fingernails and toenails had gotten sharper and longer. She smiled. A huge, erect cock poked out of her crotch, where her clit had used to be. She adjusted it, and saw her pussy right below it. She dripped all over the floor, white fluid that struck the ground and evaporated into black smoke. She licked her lips. Shining would help her. He would understand, and he would let her violate him. If he didn’t, she knew quite a spells that would break his mind or make him more agreeable. Sombra’s memories had quite a few interesting tidbits. She ran a finger along her new body. Her skin felt so smooth. Her cock twitched at the thought of pressing into her husband, of filling him with her fluids and magic. She called a servant, told them to summon Shining Armor. Her voice sounded the same, perhaps a bit more sultry, after her transformative experiences. She had wanted to understand Sombra, certainly. Perhaps he had some good ideas, after all. Author's Note Partly inspired by this picture.
ObedientApplejack’s ear flicked. She lifted her head. Rarity had walked in. The sound of the door and footsteps sent a pang of anticipation through Applejack. Applejack lifted her head. Every step on the staircase made her body warmer. The door handle clicked, and her body shuddered with anticipation. Finally, Rarity walked in. “Ah, Applejack, just what I needed.” Rarity waved her over. Applejack tried to stand up, but her legs buckled immediately. It had been so long since they worked, but Rarity liked to see her try. The dildos stuffed into her ass and pussy never stopped vibrating, and they made her legs feel so worn out. Applejack crawled the rest of the way to Rarity’s bed. “Work today was simply awful.” Rarity wound her fingers into Applejack’s mane. “But I knew you would be waiting for me, afterwards. After all, where else would you go?” Rarity forced Applejack’s mouth forward. Applejack didn’t resist. She pushed her tongue into Rarity’s pussy, began to lick and suck and move like Rarity had taught her. Like a good girl. Rarity moaned, flopped backwards onto the bed. Her fingers scrunched up, held Applejack’s head in place. “Mmm…good girl,” Rarity purred. Applejack’s heart fluttered at the compliment. Her legs tightened up. She started licking faster. She wanted…needed Rarity to be happy. Applejack didn’t know how long it went on like that. Time seemed to drag on for so long, no matter what she did. Either Rarity was home and Applejack was with her, or Applejack was alone on her cot. Rarity shuddered. Applejack felt a rush of salt in her mouth. “Good girl, Applejack,” Rarity said. “You might be getting better at this after all. It certainly took long enough.” Rarity rolled over on her bed. “Such a good girl deserves a reward.” She patted the bed. “You can sleep next to me tonight.” Applejack clambered into the bed. She had to drag herself up onto it, since her legs still ached whenever she put weight on them. She settled in, and Rarity pulled the covers over them. “And of course, don’t think I’ve forgotten your other reward,” Rarity whispered. Her horn ignited. Applejack moaned. The toys stuck inside her had increased their vibrations. She panted. She could feel herself leaking onto the bed, feel her toes curl and her legs tense. Rarity draped an arm around Applejack, swirled a finger along her stomach and hips and painfully close to her pussy. “It’s a shame I can’t walk you or anything like that. It would raise too many questions. I do miss your toned physique, sadly. Perhaps we can start training you again, since you’ve been such a good girl. You haven’t had any escape attempts or anything silly like that in ages.” Applejack moaned again. She wasn’t sure what Rarity was talking about. It didn’t seem like something she would do. She certainly didn’t remember anything like that. The thought passed, and an orgasm wracked her body as she fell asleep next to her mistress. Author's Note Partly inspired by this picture.
