120 Nights of Pony

by dawnbreez

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Comedy, Sex, Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anon, Original Character, Porn, Trixie
Length: 19056

Anon isekai'd in the wrong Groundhog Day, but at least he gets laid.

The terms of the deal were simple: Return to his home world as if nothing had happened, or spend the rest of eternity in a one-day Equestrian timeloop.

The terms of the deal were simple. But Anon had to go and ask for special treatment: A free trial. And the powers that be actually let him! Now he's got 120 days to see if he likes the pony world.

One hundred and twenty nights of Pony.

Warning: Contains just about everything. There are no limits other than what I'm not allowed to put on Fimfic. Chapter titles contain at least one of the kinks present in the chapter. You Have Been Warned.

Published 2019-12-02 19:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-03-26 19:25:49 UTC

Prologue

It was the best kind of isekai, it was the worst kind of isekai. Well, either/or. All the worst ones open with the black void and the angel coming down, but all the best ones do too.

I could see the blue of her dress--no, wait. It's not her dress, it's her. Her whole body is blue, and she hasn't got hands, and is that a horn--oh, come on.

"Greetings, mortal," she says. "I am the Great and POWERFUL--"

"BROOOONIIIIIIEEES"

"...excuse you?"

I pound my fists on the non-existent ground. "Dammit, dammit, fuck shit god fucking DAMMIT! I WANTED KONOSUBA! I WANTED PLATONIC EXPLOSIONS!"

"...Trixie does not understand."

"Of course you don't, you've probably never seen Megumin before."

"Who?"

"Exactly!"

She sighs, brushing non-existent dust off of her idealized cape, and regards me in the same way that you'd regard a walking talking head of cabbage. "You..." She lifts her hoof and studies something scribbled on the side. "A Ton A Moose?"

"Anon Y. Mous. The Y stands for 'Yours Truly'."

"Very well," she mutters, as she clears her throat. "You, Anon Yours-Truly Mous, have died. However, we have a proposition for you."

"Wait, does this mean heaven's filled with horses?"

"...no. Heaven's just one universe of many. And we happen to run the show."

"Oh! Do continue."

She groans in exasperation, like I've even done anything yet. "You have been offered a choice, Anon! Go back to your original life--or live out an eternity, one day at a time, in an Equestria which never changes!"

Oh, this is a new one! Groundhog Day, huh? Wait a second. "Wait, this doesn't sound like the kind of shit Heaven does. Don't you know what I'd DO with a timeloop?"

"We feel like finding out. Also, since it's a timeloop, none of the foul deeds will exist past the day you perform them. For all intents and purposes, none of what you do will matter, so as far as we are concerned, none of it is truly an act of evil."

"Wait, really?"

"YES, REALLY! Gods and Goddesses, Trixie has done this song and dance more times than her equine cannonball act! And let Trixie tell you, being shot head-first out of a cannon is LESS of a headache than dealing with you! Why, you probably want some special condition, or a--"

"Free trial."

"Excuse me?"

"I want a free trial!" I shout, enthusiastically pumping my fists. "I can't make a decision like this in five minutes, girl! I know everything about my life but nothing about yours! You don't even know what Groundhog Day in Equestria is like--"

"Actually, Trixie does."

"Really?"

"Spent most of it with Twilight."

"You mean, Twi put both of you in a timeloop--"

"Oh, Trixie was the only one being timelooped."

Hot. "Anyway, I want to try before I buy, if you get the meaning."

"Trixie cannot provide this. Part of the point of the exercise is to see--" She pauses, and tilts her head. "But it defeats the purpose of the--" She cocks her head in the other direction. "Well, Trixie supposes that's accurate--" She closes her eyes and rubs her forehead. "FINE! Fine. Anon Yours-Truly Mous, you have one hundred and twenty days."

Oh. Oh this is even better than I thought. Not only do I get to try the horsebutt before I commit to it, I get to call it...

"ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY NIGHTS OF PONY!"

"...Trixie is aware of the reference. Trixie isn't sure if she should be surprised, amused, or disgusted."

"So! Anon, you must choose your form."

We float over Canterlot's nighttime skyline, watching the lights wink on and off.

"...I only get to choose one?"

"Yes."

"Do you have internet in this place?"

"...No. Just--no!"

"Oh, come on--"

"I cannot allow you to become a--a--"

"Robot triplicorn."

"Robot tripli--is that why it has three horns?" Trixie mutters.

"Yeah, three times the magic power."

"And the flamethrower?"

"I am exercising my second amendment right to flamethrowers."

"...Anon, the second amendment only exists in America."

"How could you."

"Listen. I have a counter-offer," she says, acting like it matters.

"Does it have three horns, wings, and a flamethrower?" I reply.

"It has...one of those things."

"Is it the horns?"

"It's the wings."

"Fuck." That was the least valuable part of the deal!

"But! He has a twin sister."

"...is she cute?"

Trixie's horn lights up, and she shows me a mare whose name might as well be Effortlessly Pretty. Her mane has exactly that kind of wind-blown look to it, and her wings ruffle softly as she turns those big beautiful blue eyes toward the camera.

"All right. All right. You drive a hard bargain."

Trixie nods, closing the preview vid. "You are going to inhabit the body of Dawn Breeze. He'll be given his own time-loop as a thank-you for letting you run around with his name."

I feel a gentle pressure, pushing me down, down into Canterlot; I see a window, still lit up, as that cute mare tugs on the curtains.

"Don't worry about remembering everypony's name, you'll have his latent memories to draw on for that. Time resets at midnight. You can get to any major city in Equestria within an hour, if you get to the skyport early enough."

"Wait! What happens if I tell somepony it's a timeloop!?"

"DON'T TELL THEM IT'S A TIMELOOP!"

And with that, I fade into unconsciousness...

Walkies (Incest, Petplay, Exhibition)

"So, how was night one?"

Trixie grins at me, as I float over Equestria. It's a nice dream, honestly. I could get used to this. Way better than the clown posse.

"Pretty good," I say, trying to play it cool.

"Your first time was 'pretty good'?"

"That wasn't my--"

"Yes it was. And it was vanilla as fuck." Trixie grins maddeningly as I try to think of a good reply.

"No, you're vanilla as fuck." Ten out of ten, didn't even spill the pasta. "Just wait 'till you see what I do tonight!" Wait, shit, back that up. No. Brain to mouth, what the fuck did you--

"Trixie looks forward to it."

Oh god dammit.

"Who's a good girl~?"

Rushie moans happily, trotting alongside me. It took a fucking hour to find a place that sold collars in the right size. The leash was easier.

"Whooo's a good little slut? Yes you are! Yes you are," I tell her, rubbing that one spot between her wings--that gets another moan out of her. "Aren't you glad I fucked some sense into you~?"

She gives me a lopsided, red-faced smile as she plops her thicc ass down in front of me. I hop onto a bench, spreading my legs so Rushie--and everyone else in the park--can get a good look at what I'm packin'. "Want a treat?" I ask, and she promptly nods, her tail wagging frantically. She looks like she's just itching to taste it, and if it weren't for her 'obedience' training, she'd probably be hoofing herself right now. "Go ahead!"

She squeals in delight, nuzzling up under the shaft and taking in the scent of her favorite thing in the world (also known as "deez" and "nuts"). With an eager little squeak, she drags her tongue up along it, smooching the tip, savoring the taste, awaiting my commands. A couple of nearby stallions are staring, and I laugh at their jealousy. Maybe after my pet's done sucking me off, I'll order her to suck them off, too. Whoever said pimpin' ain't easy was a damn fool.

My stream of consciousness is interrupted as li'l sis starts trying to take the whole thing in one go. I can feel her struggling to get past the halfway mark, the poor thing. "There, there. You'll deepthroat it one day." She responds by trying to make 'one day' into 'today'--and almost makes it to the 3/4ths mark, this time. "Ooh, good job! You deserve another treat. Rub one out."

With another little moan, she shoves a hoof between her legs and starts humping it, her eyes rolling back into her head--is that the excitement getting to her, or is she choking on it? I can't tell. Aw, fuck, I'm gonna have to make her come up for air, aren't I--

"Excuse me, sir." A police-officer pony taps me on the shoulder. "I need you to come with me."

"Problem, officer?" I always wanted to try that one. He scowls at my high-quality-posting grin.

"Sir, you're committing three different acts of public indecency, and you appear to be using a pony as a sex slave."

"My sister, actually."

"Your sister." The cop groans. "Sir, you're gonna have to--"

I produce a piece of paper from a pocket within my mane, and hand it to him. He starts to read:

I the undersigned, RUSHING WINDS, hereby grant my brother DAWN BREEZE total ownership of my body under Equestrian law section 3 subsection 4 ("Indefinite Servitude"). I hereby consent to any and every act he performs upon me. All actions taken by my new owner are considered completely exempt from prosecution as per Eq. Law section 3.4.

The cop folds the paper up and hands it back to me with a sigh. "Everything seems to be in order," he mumbles through gritted teeth. "Could you please take it to the red light district, though?"

"Nope!" I smile and wave as the cop walks off, and turn back to my new pet, who has finally figured out how to fit my whole dick in her face! Next step: Learning how to fit my whole dick plus breathing room in her face. I pull her up, give her a headpat as she tries to fill the void with oxygen instead of cock, and start walking again. Maybe I can find a nice place to tie her up so the other pets can play with her...

Finding Inspiration (Story)

"Okay, that was more interesting. Still pretty vanilla though."

"What part of putting my sister on a leash and fucking her in the park is 'vanilla'?" I grumble, crossing my hooves. My clever plan to one-up Trixie has backfired. Woe is me.

"The part where it was just a leash? Anon, we watch entire worlds for a living. A leash barely scratches the surface."

"...hmmm." I'm gonna need help for this one, aren't I?

The ticket to Ponyville was relatively cheap, not that money matters when you start every day fresh. Rush apparently likes train rides; she can't stop bouncing around in her seat, grinning like a madmare. "Geez, had too much coffee this morning?" I say with a grin, giving her a little squeeze.

"Sorry, Dawny! I'm just--we don't get to go to Ponyville ever. I don't even know where you got the money from!"

From the rent money. But she doesn't need to know that, because rent doesn't happen in this timeline. "Don't worry about it."

"Mmmm~! And you picked my favorite train, too!"

"Huh?" I do that head-tilt that I've seen so many other ponies do.

She gestures to the brass curlicues on the window sill. "This is one of the older ones, so it's still got the steam-age decorating. If I close my eyes--" She squeezes her eyes shut. "I can pretend it's one of the airships from Sky Breaker and the World of Tomorrow!"

Oh my god. She's into steampunk. Wait, I think I recognize that title--if you swap one of the words out...

"...so then they find out that the mad doctor was--"

"Rushie, we're there."

"Oh." She hops off the seat as I trot out of the station. Ponyville! Land of heroes. And apples. Mostly apples. A pink blur zips up to me, leaving only a piece of paper with an address on it and a cupcake-shaped stamp. "I wonder who that was?" Rushie says.

"Pinkie Pie."

"How do you--"

"Pinkie Pie."

Rushie shrugs as I beeline for the library-castle-thing. "Hey, wait a minute! I don't think they let ponies into the castle--"

But I don't care about where they let ponies go. I go where I wanna, and where I wanna is in that castle. I bang my hoof on the front door until the dragon answers it.

"Sorry, but the Princess doesn't take visitors--" I shove him out of the way and he rolls to a stop against the wall. Rushie gallops in after me, stammering about laws and other such trivial things.

I briefly wonder how in the hell I'm gonna find the Princess. Then, with a muffled thunderclap and a brilliant pulse of purple light, she finds me.

"Whoever you are, you're--"

"In a time loop!" I shout gleefully.

Trixie appears in a flash of light, scowling. "Damn it all, Anon!"

"Wait, Anon?" Rushie mumbles.

"You had one job--don't tell anypony about the timeloop!"

"Timeloop?" Rushie asks.

"But that magic is forbidden!" Twi shouts.

"It's not any magic you'd know of, Twilight--"

"Oh, stuff a sock in it, Trixie!"

"Timeloop?" Rushie asks again.

"Yeah. I've been using it to get laid," I explain. Rushie pops a wingboner.

"...and that brings you up to speed," Trixie says. "Now, the Angelic and Very Busy Trixie has to go explain to her superiors why this experiment is ruined." And like that, she vanishes in a puff of magic.

Twi starts pacing, muttering to herself about the implications of multiverse whatever. "...why did you come to me, anyway?" Twi asks.

"Oh, I needed to get kinkier."

Both Twi and Rushie go beet-red. Twi's horn sparks involuntarily. "Y-y-you what?" Twi asks, with her usual eloquence.

"I needed to get kinkier!" I proclaim joyously. "Trixie wasn't impressed with the time I put my sister on a leash--"

"ohmygosh"

"You're welcome, sis. Anyway, she thinks I'm vanilla as fuck, so now I gotta prove her wrong. Got any really kinky stuff? Like, tentacles and things?"

"Anon, that sort of magic hasn't been studied in years. And even then, it was meant as a weapon to fight Changelings! You wouldn't stand a chance!"

Wait, that's it. Changelings! I've read tons of stories about Changelings.

...hey, you don't get to judge. Look what you're reading. Anyway, all I have to do is find out--"Which way to the nearest Changeling hive?"

"What--Anon, you are not to go into the Everfree Forest!"

"Butterfree forest, got it."

"And especially not the Castle of the Princesses!"

"Castle Moonbutt, got it. Hey Rushie, wanna play some Super Mareio Kart?"

"200CC, Toads only, Rainbow Road destination?"

"...I need an adult?"

"I am an adult."

What a Wonderful (Jojokes)

"Okay, you have Trixie's attention now."

"Fuckin' told you I wasn't vanilla," I say with a smirk and a wink.

"Oh, no, you're still well below Trixie's Incredible and Highly-Held Standards. But I do want to know what your next move is. Also, about the timeloop thing--"

"What is it?"

"Trixie regrets her responsibility to inform you...you may tell other ponies about the timeloop. They will understand immediately from now on."

Holy shit. That opens up so many possibilities. "Kickass--"

"But be VERY careful! The more you tell a pony about your timeloop, the more likely it is that they will keep their memory. If you tell one pony about the timeloop too many times, they will become looped as well, and then the whole deal is off!"

Even after I told Rushie about the timeloop, it took like an hour to convince her to let me go walking straight into a Changeling hive. An hour of dicking, anyway. Ha, gotty.

The drone who found me drags me into the throne room. By one of my legs. My face has been grinding into the floor for the whole trip, but it's okay. Whatever they make the hive out of, it's really smooth. The drone hisses, and begins to speak:

"All rise before our almighty, deadly queen..."

Wait. Deadly queen. Oh, this is an opportunity.

"Queen Chrysalis!" the drone finishes, and he kicks me (gently) in the rib. I spring to my hooves, facing backwards.

"How kind of you to present yourself so quickly, little pony," Chrysalis croons.

I spin in place, smiling confidently the whole time. "Actually I had a question for you!"

"...well." Chrysalis taps her chin, making a hollow tink every time her hoof meets her chitin. "I suppose I can answer one question before I suck every last drop of love out of you."

I clear my throat. "Can you turn into inanimate objects?" I ask, stumbling a bit over the big word.

"this is going to be stupid," the drone hisses.

"Shut up, though. It's gonna be great. Remember your cues!" I clear my throat again, and stride purposefully toward the inconspicuous door currently set into the middle of the throne room.

The drone, surprisingly, does a pretty good pose. And he even gets most of the line right! "The killer queen is already in that doorknob!"

With a flash of green fire, Chrysalis unmorphs, going from door to deadly in the span of less than a second--and she pounces, landing directly on me, baring her fangs.

"Heheh...hehehah...hehehehHAHhehAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH FUCK ME THAT WAS PERFECT!" I start rolling on the floor, laughing like mad. My sides have ascended from this plane of existence, for their people need them; indeed, my sides have returned to Earth, only to shoot into the sky, approaching a reasonable fraction of lightspeed. Also, they go right through Uranus. Hah.

The queen looks nonplussed. "Is that it? You wished to act out some inane joke?"

"Oh, no. That was a wonderful jojoke."

"Well, it cannot be so wonderful if I did not get it."

The laughing stops. "Well, I can help with that. Oh, Trixie~!"

Trixie poofs into existence next to us, casually yawning as a wave of drones bounces off an invisible force field around her. "Anon, you can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am. I need a TV and all of Part 4."

"He punched through the thief to take the knife! Clever, very clever, but it won't save the female--"

"Just watch, Chryssy."

"...what!? What power is this?"

"It's the work of his [Stand], of course."

"Oh, so he can literally read them like a book. How interesting."

"Yeah, but he's gonna make one mistake..."

"Yes! Yes! Josuke, you mad genius!"

"His power's my favorite, and this chase scene is why."

"Agreed. So many clever little uses for something which seems utterly pointless."

"Also, when he finds out who did it, he fixes the bad guy so he can beat him up again."

"I love it!"

"But how can they possibly fight Kira!? Sheer Heart Attack has no weaknesses, he said so himself!"

"Just watch, this is one of the good parts--"

"Hm. You know, this seems poignant. A brilliant lesson in why a villain should never rely on luck."

"It always runs out," I answer, nodding sagely.

"Speaking of luck running out, you have done well to distract me, but it seems your protection has left you," Chryssy replies, gesturing to the now-empty cushion where Trixie was sitting.

"Ah, but I have one last trick up my sleeve," I say, pointing to the VCR. The clock on the front reads 11:59.

"What are you talking abou--"

Hive Mind (Weird penetration, mind control, TGTF, eggs)

Once again I'm dragged facedown and ass-up into the Changeling Hive. Yesterday was fun, but now it's time to get down to business!

"...Queen Chrysalis!" the drone says, finishing his little introduction. This time I go for a little backflip. I swear to god I landed on my hooves.

"Did you bring us another one of those cross-eyed foals, drone? You know we couldn't get anything out of the last one."

"Nope!" I shout, totally not springing to my hooves a second time. "Oh, I have a question though."

"...I suppose I can answer one question before--"

"How do you reproduce?"

The whole throne room--all several thousand drones, plus one queen--stare at me.

"Like, you know. Do you lay the eggs in the ponies? Do you lay them and then make the ponies look after them? Is it a TF thing? Is that why you cocoon ponies, so you can turn them into changelings? Please tell me it isn't chestbursters, I don't like pain--"

"Silence!" Chrysalis shouts, and holy shit does her voice carry. I'm kinda impressed. "What was your name again?" she asks, rubbing the side of her head as a couple drones fly off for some icewater.

"Anon." Well, it's supposed to be Dawn, but--

"Anon, what are we?"

"...Changelings?"

"And what do Changelings do?"

"...change?"

"So, when we wish to reproduce..."

"Aw, man, do you guys just divide like germs do?"

"NO! We reproduce however we damn well please!" She stomps her hoof, and the drones all start to growl; but then she clears her throat, and they stand down. "More accurately, however the victim pleases. It is usually a simple matter to work out a target's darkest desires..."

"Oh, kickass. That means I can get a ton of mileage out of this."

"Huh?"

"Cocoon me, bitch!"

Everything's green. Absolutely everything. I mean, I was already green, but now I'm more green.

The cocoon's filled with some kinda breathable slimy stuff. It feels weird inside my chest, but I'm not choking on it or anything. I waggle my hooves slowly, as I watch upside-down drones fly by. I feel weightless, floaty--and I feel something curling around my hindleg. Looking up (down) reveals a set of tentacles, barely visible as they slither through the slime. Aw, man.

They sort of poke and prod around. One of them starts poking around my dick. Hey, maybe these are the kind of tentacles that suck you off--
Mmmnope. It just went in my dick. I would say 'wrong hole' but 1) I can't really talk in this gunk and 2) somehow it doesn't hurt. It's weird as fuck, but it doesn't hurt. It's kind of like a handjob, but from...inside? Tendrils coil around the rest of my hooves, which dashes my plan to give myself a hoofjob and compare the sensations.

A few moments later, another one pokes at my ass. Nobody told me there was gonna be butt stuff, dammit! Is this because I called Chryssy a bitch? I swear to god it was a spur of the moment thing please don't--

Everything suddenly feels a lot less stressful. I tilt my head, and a tentacle moves with me. Is it...in my ear? In my brain? I feel kind of funny. The tentacles push deeper, filling me. I start to buck into them, and holy fuck does it feel good--I feel the one in the front bottom out, and it's like lightning struck my G-spot. Do guys have a G-spot? Fuck it, I do now. Hit it again!

The tentacles read my mind, and start twitching and wriggling, and suddenly I feel--I feel like I'm cumming, but stretched out, like it's lasting minutes--no, hours! I can see the pearly white spunk spurting out around my new favorite thing--when did it become my favorite? I don't care--I keep blowing load after load until I'm running dry, until I've cum three or four times without anything coming out, but it won't stop! For the love of the Queen, don't staaahaaahnngh...

Distantly, I notice something getting smaller. My...my dick's getting smaller. Something in the back of my mind says this is a horrible curse, something's wrong, but I know nothing's wrong. That's why I emptied it out, to make room for my new equipment! Everything is fine. Focus on how good it feels. Open your mouth. I let my tongue hang out as a feeder tentacle slips in, filling me from the other end. My nuts shrink up into me, out of the way, as my folds start to take shape; a smaller tendril wraps around a tiny little fleshy nub, and squeezes, and my mind goes blank for a few seconds. When I'm done cumming my brains out, I can feel the tentacles pushing deeper, shaping my egg-sac. My womb. Thoughts of what I'll be carrying soon fill my head.

You are a breeder.

I am a breeder.

You rut, and carry eggs.

I rut, and I carry eggs.

Come to me and let me use you.

Yes, my queen. Oh fuck yes...

I pant softly as I stumble away from the cocoon room. There were a couple other ponies in there, still sleeping. I wonder if I was fast-tracked. Part of me is happy, that means I can be full of eggs sooner, I can be whole and full. But I kind of wanted it to last longer...

The Queen's voice fills my mind, and I nearly cum on the spot, but I keep walking. She's giving me directions, guiding me to her chambers, and giving me an object lesson: It feels good to obey. I reach the royal bedchamber, and the drones at the door recognize me by my scent, even with the remnants of the cocoon clinging to me. That's another thing I've learned: It feels good to be covered in sticky things.

As I step in, the Queen's voice feels even stronger.

Kneel.

I fall to my knees, moaning. My slit is dripping wet. If I could even think about moving, I would be searching for something, anything to stick inside me--

Tail up, slut, the Queen orders, and my body obeys even before I do. I see her ovipositor slipping out of its sheath, dribbling thick slime. Part of me wonders if I can carry eggs in my stomach. Your entire body belongs to the hive. Of course it can carry eggs in any orifice. I let a lazy giggle tumble out of my mouth. Stupid breeder. I forgot that my mouth is only for fucking.

She puts her tip to my lips, and I drag my tongue across it, moments before she stuffs the whole thing in. A pony would choke on it. I do choke on it, sort of. My new body doesn't need to breathe, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy being used like the cheap toy I am! She thrusts viciously, her hips meeting my face with an audible slap of surprisingly-soft flesh against chitin. It takes me a few tries to measure the length--she's nearly two feet long! It's a good thing my whole body is one big egg-carrier, or else she could've really hurt me with that thing. Instead...she can be as rough as she likes. My whole mind sings with each thrust, and when I feel the first egg sliding out, it shatters me. I barely stay conscious as I count the eggs, half a dozen of them, all settling into my belly where they belong.

She pulls out, spraying a couple dollops of slime onto my face. It dribbles down over my eyes, tinting my vision green again, and I drool a little as I remember what happened in the pod. Part of me wishes I were a pony again, just so I could experience being transformed a second time, but that thought is crushed as Chrysalis starts using my egg-slit. I howl in pleasure, babbling like a madmare, begging her to knock me up, to rape me, to bind me and throw me to the drones. I want it, I need it, I need to be used over and over again!

Oh, you'll be used. You will be my personal breeding bitch, Anon. Heheheh...who's the bitch now~?

I lost count of how many eggs I've laid, just in the past...hour? Day? I remember something about a time loop, but that was from before I was full of eggs, and I don't see any reason to think about a time before I was full of eggs. Another one starts to slide out of me, and I groan, letting the orgasm rock my tattered, broken mind. I'm bound, spread-eagled, on a wall in the nursery; workers quietly collect my babies and carry them off to neat little shelves, letting them incubate near a pony who's been chained to the floor. I feel sorry for him. He isn't full of eggs! I hope someone fixes that soon.

Somewhere, a clock strikes midnight...

"Holy FUCK."

"Trixie is impressed. You show promise."

"I...I was a mare, and--"

"And you were a very cute mare."

"Shuddup," I reply, showing my conversational superiority.

"Relax, Anon. You will sort out your feelings in due time. And besides, you have another day ahead of you~! Let's see if you can top this one."

Author's Note

Will she rape my throat~? Oh, no no no no no. What about my pussy~? No no no no no~! Then surely...she's going to use every hole?

Yes. Yes! YES! OH MY GOD!

Bring It Back Home (Freaky Alien Dick, Eggs, Incest)

The drone clears his throat. "...Queen Chrysalis--"

"Yeah that's nice and all," I mutter, dusting myself off, "but can you let me walk next time?"

Chrysalis seems nonplussed, as usual. "You know where you are, don't you?"

"Yeah, well, I got a favor to ask you."

"...I suppose I can allow you--"

"Shut up and listen, this is gonna rock."

I sneak back into the apartment through the window. Rushie must've left it unlocked. Maybe she uses it to go in and out? We're bird horses, I guess using the windows isn't that weird.

It doesn't take long for her to walk into her room--and when she does, she sees me sitting on her bed, legs spread, stroking my brand new tool. She squeaks, going wide-eyed and turning a nice shade of red. "D-D-Dawn! What--what happened to your--you--ohmygosh."

My shaft has turned a shiny black, just like the chitin I was wearing yesterday; the balls are massive, even by my standards, and they're practically throbbing with their new load, gently glowing neon green. The tip might seem normal at first glance, though there's a subtle hint of what's to come--barely-visible lines meeting in the center. Rushie doesn't notice. She's busy trying to decide whether to scream for help, kick me, or run for it.

"C'mon, sis. I've been waiting," I purr, looking her right in the eye. She stays frozen, trembling softly. "I want you," I whisper, and my voice carries like thunder. "I've wanted you for such a long, long time, and now we can have each other..."

"B-but Dawn--that's--"

"The Changelings had some really good ideas, Rushie."

She gasps softly, staring at my mutated length. "Changelings!? We gotta get you to a doctor or something--"

"No, Rushie. We just have to enjoy ourselves."

"B-but you're--"

"I'm better now. I feel so much better than I did when I cared about 'decency' and 'taboo'," I murmur, as I hop off the bed.

"But I--"

"You're gonna be my perfect lover." I walk right up to her, caressing her cheek as she shrinks away from me. "Forever wrapped in my wings..."

She shudders. "Dawn, we can't do this. I don't want the rest of my life to be--"

I play my trump card. "Timeloop~!"

She tilts her head. Realization hits her like a brick wall. "Wait, this is a--"

I lunge forward, shoving my tongue into her mouth, pressing her against the wall. She squirms under me, moaning, pawing at my body--playing hard-to-get. I pull back, just far enough to let her slide down to the floor; and then I plant my forelegs on the wall, and let my tip bob in front of her.

She blinks a couple times, then shrugs, and opens her mouth--and then my tip folds open, revealing three fleshy, sticky 'petals' with thick green slime drooling off of them.

"Huh?"

And then I thrust, and the 'petals' clamp down around her face, gluing themselves to her fur. She squeaks, pawing at it desperately, trying to dislodge it. I don't even notice. I'm having the time of my fucking life, as my augmented seed-factories kick into high gear. I can already feel the first egg coming out...!

"Ffffuck!" I growl, as the egg travels down my shaft, forcing her jaw wider and then slipping down her throat with ease. A load of Changeling jizz follows it as I climax involuntarily. Chrysalis tried to warn me, I guess--she said that my 'breeding instincts' would be far stronger than a normal pony's. But I don't care. Egg number two is coming, and so am I.

"Mghk!" Rushie squeaks, as the second egg pushes past her lips. Her panicked flailing is starting to subside, her mind numbed by the cocktail of hormones in the slimy loads I'm giving her. She swallows the egg and the chaser with ease. I think there's a muscle relaxant or something in that stuff. Well, I say 'think'. I'm pretty sure I'm not thinking at all, at this point. Egg 3 and Egg 4 start coming down the chute at the same time, and it feels exactly like you think it does: Like cumming twice at once. "H-haaahn~! Fuck! Fuck!" I howl as I go cross-eyed, overwhelmed. I lost count after that, but I think I laid seven or eight of them. Rushie's belly is already swelling up.

I pull off with a gentle 'pop', letting slime dribble down her chin. She looks up at me, sucking in air, lying limply against the wall, and her eyes burn with an impossible passion. She kicks her hindlegs apart. "More," she mumbles. I'll give her more, all right...

I roll her over, yanking her tail upward--she moans her approval. The only part of her that bothers moving is her slit, winking eagerly. I line up, and when I've got it halfway in I plant my hooves on her shoulders and thrust. There's no buildup, no fanfare; I simply stuff my cock into her until it's kissing her cervix, and then I unceremoniously keep thrusting until I'm in. She squeals as my tip folds open, locking me into her and ensuring that every single egg I lay lands safe and snug inside her womb. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve--the eggs keep coming, each one triggering a cascade of moans from both of us. Rushie's so hopped up on Changeling baby batter that when I finally pull out, she keeps cumming, mewling as she rolls onto her back, rubbing her egg-laden belly and staring vacantly at the ceiling. I'm not doing much better; I flop next to her, idly jacking off, my freaky changeling dick working overtime to make more eggs for my pretty mare-toy.

I wake up later that night to the sound of Rushie moaning happily. Lifting my head, I turn to look at her, and see her eggs--all resting neatly on the floor, except for one.

One egg is already hatching. The changeling breaks out, and--to our pleasant surprise--grows to nearly full size within about a minute. If I were at all interested in biology, I'd consider it a marvel. As it is, I only care about getting to fuck Rushie again, and it seems like our little drone has the same idea. He mounts her face, and she giggles softly as she starts sucking him off; I mount her rump, and start making more drones. Behind me, the other eggs are starting to hatch...

"Hm. Not bad," Trixie mutters. "Not bad at all."

"I try." I idly buff one of my hooves.

"So, what will you do next?"

"I think I'm gonna go back to basics. Let's see how the Mane 6 like to party."

Small Packages (Sizeplay, Cum Inflation)

"aaaaAAAAAAAH"

Trying to glide out of Canterlot to save on train tickets was a bad idea. Terrible idea. I regret everything.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaah..."

I manage to sort of break my fall with the trees. And that birds' nest. And Chrysalis's body. I sit up, wobbling a bit, rubbing my poor aching head...and then I notice that there's no head on this Chrysalis body.

"...oh my GOD I KILLED HER."

The tiny Changeling sitting next to me blinks. "What are you talking about? You didn't even land on me."

"What--but you--" I point at the tall horse body, sans head and neck. I point at the smol horse body. I briefly suffer a heart attack as I realize the smol horse is hecking adorable.

"I am Queen Chrysalis, and you landed on my shell!" she says with a scowl. I take a closer look at that tall horse body. Huh. There appears to be a filly-sized hole where the neck goes.

"...so you're...the size of a filly?" I ask.

"I am not. I have measured myself. I am three inches taller than the average filly." She crosses her forelegs and harrumphs. "Now leave! I will graciously permit you to live, so long as you do not speak of this to anypony."

"What, you're not even gonna ask me to feeeed youuu or something?" I mutter. Holy shit, I must've really touched a nerve. She seems almost embarrassed. The queen, embarrassed!

"...if you insist," she mumbles, standing up and hiking her tail.

"Well, I mean--"

"Either do it, leave, or die by my fangs," Chryssy hisses.

I roll my eyes, trotting around behind her as she glares at me. "So, just to be clear, you're still a fully-grown queen--"

"Yes," she growls. "I am simply smaller than normal because of the love I share with my hive."

"So this isn't foalcon, technically."

"Do you want it to be?"

"Nope!" I wrap my forelegs around her and roll back onto my haunches, hoisting her up. She flails for a bit.

"Put me down! Put me down, you heathen--" She squeaks, cutting herself off, as I lower her onto my rod. She's even tighter than Rushie was, and I'm pretty sure Rushie was a virgin. "Nnnn? Nnmmh...I'm not enjoying this, you know," she mutters; but I can feel her dripping on me.

"What's the matter?" I whisper, slowly lifting her. "I figured you'd like being used like a cocksleeve." She goes stiff, her eyes widening as she contracts around my tip like a vice. "Ow, fuck! Okay, I get it, no dirty talk--"

"No! No. Keep going," she gasps out, her hindlegs twitching.

I oblige. "You know, you're small enough that I could just fly away with you," I murmur. And then I pull her back down--getting about halfway in before she gets too tight to fill. "Would you like that?"

"You...nnh...you're a monster," she mumbles.

"Takes one to know one, honey."

"What--" But then I'm lifting her again, and this time I get it all in. Her belly bulges gently, and she starts to shudder and twitch, letting out a long, low, rumbling purr as she reaches climax. But I'm not done yet~!

I start to use her, as promised--casually running her up and down my length, picking up speed as she burbles incoherently. I run my hands along her chest--her body's even softer here than it was when she was in her 'shell'. She spasms again, green-tinted mare-juice running down my thighs and pooling on the chitinous floor below us. Her body massages my length, and I lean forward, pinning her to the ground as I start to rut. She tilts her head, twisting around to lick my cheek. "You--haah--you fucking bastard~!" she squeals, bucking her hips back up into me. "You knew I was on my heat, didn't you!?" I just grin, and pick up the pace.

She howls and screams, hitting wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, slowly going limp as I fuck her into near-unconsciousness. "I'll...I'll get my revenge, you...you cad, you...fuck you...fuck me~"

And that's my cue. I unload, letting her squirm gently under me as my seed floods her body. "Haahngh," she says, neatly describing the entire scene in one word. Her body can't hold much more--her belly is already swelling up, and I'm practically a firehose.

shplop

With a somewhat anticlimactic sound, she pops off, the force of my ejaculation propelling her a solid two or three feet. She lands on her exoskeleton, leaving a trail of studly essence and a pool of it at her landing zone. "Huaahnh," she murmurs. "Hhngh," she adds. What an eloquent pony. No wonder she's a queen.

"Well, that was fun!" I say, standing up and dusting myself off. "But I've gotta get going now. The mane 6 aren't gonna fuck themselves! Well, they might. But I wanna."

"Wuh? Wait. You aren't gonna kidnap me~?" Chryssy stammers out, stumbling drunkenly to her hooves.

"Oh yeah no that was just a foreplay thing." I turn to leave.

"You're not gonna take advantage of the small, defenseless, love-drunk creature you so eagerly rutted~?" she moans, slipping a hoof between her jizz-stained hindlegs. "You won't even tie me up in your closet, to be used--how did you put it--like a cocksleeve?"

...well, when she puts it that way...

Author's Note

Inspired by a SFW but heckin adorable picture of Chrysalis.

Apple Bottom (Casual Sex)

"I thought you were going after the mane 6, Anon."

"Look, I got sidetracked."

"By tiny Changeling butt?" Trix grins that smug-ass grin again.

"...yes. Also did you know I can't fly all the way to Ponyville?"

"Anon, most ponies can't fly all the way to Ponyville. It's why there's a train."

Turns out Rushie's even harder to convince when you tell her you're visiting Ponyville without her. She would not shut up until I put my dick in her mouth. For a minute I was worried she'd keep talking with my dick in her mouth.

Why without her? I'll give you three guesses.

It takes a bit of walking to get to the Apple family farm. I figured I might as well get the background character out of the way. Up ahead, I can see trees shaking, and I can hear the heavy grunts of hard labor being done.

"Awright, Mac. Y'all take care of them trees on the right, and Ah'll get the ones on the left."

"...Applejack, there's a lot fewer trees on the right. Y'all ain't tryna overwork yerself again, are you? You know what happened the last three times, and Ah don't wanna have to talk about it more than Ah have to."

"...fine. Ah'll take a break for a bit."

"Eyup."

AJ splits off and starts walking back toward the barn, and I try to make myself look as inconspicuous as possible--

"Hey you! What're y'all doin' out here!?"

Aw, crap.

"The barn's this way, ya silly pony! C'mon." Applejack nods to me, and starts walking. I thank my lucky stars she doesn't mind trespassers, and stare at her ass the whole time. This is what I'm here for: that tight, toned rump, muscular and wide, gently curved in all the right places, the product of years of--

"...y'all staring at mah ass, aren't ya."

"Yes."

"Well, the barn's empty this time of day anyhow. Let's make this quick, awright?"

She shoves me into a pile of hay as soon as I walk through the door, landing on top of me. Her body still feels hot, slick with sweat, and her eyes are filled with a kind of intensity that's honestly intimidating.

"Wow, you--you, uh--"

"Ah like to get straight to the point. If Ah spent all day wafflin' about things, Ah'd never get anything done." And with that, she sinks onto my shaft, gasping softly as she hilts it. We sit there for a moment; she said she likes to get to the point, but I guess she doesn't mind stopping to smell the roses.

Then she rolls her eyes, smiling a little, and grabs my hoof. "Y'all don't have to ask for permission or anything," she says, guiding me to her hips. "We're already fuckin', Ah'm not gonna get mad if yew cop a feel." You don't have to tell me twice--I plant my hooves on that booty and start rockin' it, bouncing my hips up into hers. "Y'all call that thrustin'? THIS is thrustin'!" she shouts, and then she starts riding me--slamming her body into mine, hard and fast and rough. I'm the one going into her, but she's the one pounding me--I swear, by the time we were done there was a hole in the floor shaped like my tail end.

"Holy shit, Applejack--" I groan, pawing at AJ's sleek, toned body. She's gonna break my pelvis if she keeps this up! Not that I care. She could crush me like a watermelon with those thighs. I knew what I was getting into.

"Y'all close? Make it count!" She leans forward, adjusts her angle, and starts humping me--faster, closer, and (mercifully) without as much earth-shaking power. I let out a very manly sound, relieved that I'm not gonna spend the rest of my Equestrian holiday in a body cast--so relieved that I forget to pull out as I finish.

"...whoops."

"Y'all don't worry too much. Ah had mah tubes tied a while ago. Granny figured me an' Mac were gonna experiment and she didn't wanna see anything go pear-shaped."

"...wait, you and Mac--"

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up why don'cha. Whaddaya think two grown adults in a backwater town like Ponyville are gonna do with their spare time?"

"I shoulda brought my sister."

"Y'all come back at five, we'll have dinner and then Mac and Ah'll give ya a few pointers."

Author's Note

"So ya see, if yew just go as fast as possible, you end up finishin' way faster."

"But that means--"

"Yes, Ah was tryin' to get y'all to cum right away. What's the problem? Ah had apples to buck!"

Very Bouncy Mistakes (Latex Pony, Impossible Flexibility)

"That was adorable."

"Fuck you."

"Perhaps later. Especially now that Applejack has taught you how to slow down."

I sigh, as I plot my next move...surely Pinkie knows some freaky stuff?

"Hi hey hello welcome to Sugarcube Corner--oh, hey Nonny!"

I stare at her for a moment. I blink. "How," I ask, "did you know my--"

"I know everypony's name, silly. Besides, you came down to Ponyville last week! You still haven't had your welcome party~!"

"But I--"

She ducks below the counter and pops up behind me, nudging my shoulder. "Got stuck in a timeloop, and got bizzaaay~! I know all about it," she says with a wink. "Don't you worry, Nonny. My friends don't call me Kinky Pie...but I know you do!"

"Heheh, yeah," I mumble. You know, nobody ever talks about it, but Pinkie's shenanigans are kind of scary.

"So, you ready to put some cream in the Pie?" Pinkie says, bouncing around me with wild abandon. "C'mon! Let's head up to my room! My bed's super comfy. I know you like doing it where ponies can see you, but I don't wanna freak out the neighbors." She talks nonstop as we head upstairs, her perky pink posterior waving in my face the whole time.

In the upper floor, there's three bedrooms. Two of them are closed off by regular-ass wooden doors. The third is bright neon pink, covered in rainbow glitter, and has "PINKIE" spelled out with cut-out bits of construction paper.

"Guess which one's mine. Go on. Guess."

"...that one?"

She gasps! "How did you know? You must have Pinkie Sense too!" She zips into her room, leaving the door open. It's like a sugar-coated rainbow explosion went off in there.

I walk through, closing the door as Pinkie bounces on her bed. "Okay, Nonny! How do you want me? On the floor? On the bed? Upside down? Ooh, maybe you wanna set up a gloryhole! Don't worry, I won't mind--"

I hop onto the bed, planting my hooves on her shoulders with a squeak--wait, squeak?

I rub her shoulders a bit. They squeak again, like I'm rubbing a balloon. In fact, she feels unnaturally smooth, almost like--

"Oh, I forgot to mention." She smiles wide. "Glimmy and I did some experimenting a while ago, and Twi was there too, and you know Twi, always worried about side effects--but this time, the side effect was amazing! It turned my whole body into a balloon! Twilight was super interested."

My jaw drops.

"I turned myself into a balloon, Anon!" she shouts. "I'm BALLOON PINKIIIIEEE!"

...Well, I might as well make the most of it. "So, you're just...made of--"

"Latex, yeah! I can streeeetch," she says, wrapping her forelegs three whole times around me. "I can beeeend," she adds, as she lets go to bend over backwards--so far around that her head ends up under her tail. "I can even blow myself up! Like a balloon. Twilight gets nervous if I don't specify that."

"Okay. Okay. I can work with this. Can you sort of, uh, roll over--"

"Like this?" Pinkie says, as she casually rolls around--leaving her lying on her belly, her front half folding back over her rump, with her face hovering upside-down at the perfect height for dick-sucking. She reaches out and boops the tip of my shaft with a giggle. "You like flexible girls, Nonny~?"

My wingboner answers that one for me. I line up with her mouth, carefully planting my hooves--I don't wanna knock her off-balance, but I gotta get a grip on the bed. When everything's sorted out, she rocks backward and smooches the very tip of my shaft--and I rock forward, and she takes it like...well, like a lubed-up sex toy. Because, in a sense, that's what she is. She's made of latex, after all. And her mouth feels exactly the right kind of slick...

"Mmf! Mfhghfm mff mm!" she moans, her tail twitching as my balls slap against her nose. I pull out.

"Whuzzat, Pinkie?"

"I said your dick tastes good, Nonny!" she squeaks out, trembling slightly. "Also, did you know I'm super into oral now? Twi said that my mouth is practically an erogenous zone now. Apparently, when I turned into a balloon, it couldn't tell the difference between my horsepussy and my face, so it made them both work the same way! Also I just like having dick in my face. Just rub it all over!"

God, she won't shut up. I stuff my shaft into her mouth mid-sentence and--after a brief but very arousing moan--she continues, mumbling nonsense around my rod as I start facefucking her. Her throat stretches, a neat cock-shaped bulge forming every time I thrust, but I guess she doesn't need to breathe either, because she still hasn't stopped trying to talk around it. She gently pokes my butt, and I pull out.

"HAAH~! Thanks, Nonny! You're pretty big, y'know? Anyway, you should try stretching me even more! Hold on--" She adjusts herself so that she's bending at the neck instead, leaving a lot less room for dicking. "Okay, now j-j-jam it in!"

The dumb hentai reference is arousing me and I hate it. But hey, I'm not gonna stop now--I slide it in again, all the way up to about the 3/4 mark before it stops at the bend between her throat and her chest. There's still a little give, and I can see my tip stretching out the latex--just a bit more...fuck it. I thrust again, hard. It stretches her even further, the rubber tightening around my tip as I push beyond what should be physically possible. She squeals around me, and I pull out--"You okay, Ponka?"

"Okay? Okay!? That felt fucking amazing, Nonny! Do it again!" she shouts, flailing her hooves wildly.

"Fine, okay, gimme a second--" I grab her face, eliciting another excited squeal, and shove my cock down her throat again. The rougher I go, the more mewling and moaning I get out of her--I hear what sounds like a little confetti bomb going off, and when I look down between her hindlegs, I see a puddle of marecum and a few scraps of rainbow-colored paper. Turning my attention back to her face, I feel myself growing erratic--feel the coming rush--and start to slow down, dragging it out a bit. Pinkie taps me on the butt again, and I pull out once more.

"Hooh boy that was somethin'. Thanks, Nonny, but I'm a bit stretched thin, and you won't be up for that for a couple months!"

"Wha--"

"But don't worry! You can cum in my mane!"

I sigh, and make ready to stroke myself off--but then Penka untwists, turns around, and tugs a bit of her mane out of the way to reveal...a hole.

"It's my secret fun times hole!" she says. "I use it when somepony wants a quickie but I'm all stretched out everywhere else. Also for stashing an extra bottle of lube, for lube emergencies."

"But--how--"

"I'm made of rubber, Nonny, I can be any shape I want."

...fuck it. I mount her head, from behind, and try to line up with this...hair-gina? Never using that word again. I press my tip to it, and--it sucks me in!

"Awww yeah, that's the stuff~!" Pinkie moans, as her mane starts milking me. "C'mon, Nonny! We gotta get this done before the chapter ends!"

"Wha--whuh--the fuck--h-hold on!"

"Shoot your goo, my dude!" Pinkie moans, as her balloony body tightens around me. I can't help it--I blow a load, pumping 'my goo' into her. She releases me, and I slide out, spurting a couple more streams of spunk onto her head--she turns as I unload, getting a nice even coat on her face and mane.

"Heheh, nice. You made a lot! Don't worry about the mess, it'll come right off. Perks of being a balloon~!" she says with a wink.

"...you know, you're less of a balloon and more of a--"

"Living sex toy? Yeah, but if I called myself that it wouldn't be safe for work!"

An Encounter In White (Roleplay, Consent Play, Aftercare)

"So, what will you do now that you've frosted Pinkie's pie?"

"...you know, Trixie, that was the lamest pun I've heard yet," I say with a disapproving, entirely-not-amused ear-to-ear grin. God damn my love of puns.

"You're welcome, Anon."

"Anyway, I was gonna hit up Rarity next."

"Oh?" Trixie smirked. "You'll have fun with her."

"Hm? Oh, hello, do make yourself at home!"

The Carousel Boutique was exactly as it had appeared in my brief viewings of the show; mannequins (horsequins?) lined the walls, displaying various kinds of high fashion. This week, the hip style is apparently long flowing scarves and light, breezy dresses. Maybe I'll get one for Rushie in the next loop.

I step into the center of the room. "Hey, Rarity. Wanna fuck?"

Hey, it's worth a shot, right? She fixes me with a cold glare, making me wonder if it really was. With carefully-practiced grace, she saunters up to me, her cheek brushing gently against mine as she whispers:

"Here's what's going to happen, Darling."

I swallow, nervously, and nod.

"I will walk into the back room. You will count to a number between sixty and one hundred. Then, you will walk into the back room. The door will be unlocked. I will feign surprise. And then..."

She licks her lips. "You," she whispers, "are going to ravish me. Are you familiar with the concept of a 'safe word'?"

I nod again.

"The safe word is 'Cravat'."

And with that, she turns on one hoof and casually, effortlessly strides into the back room, shutting the door behind her.

I burst through the door, growling softly. Rarity is bent over a sewing machine, inspecting her work--she cocks her head to the side, and squeaks softly as she whirls to face me. "How did you get in here!?" she says, pointing an accusatory hoof my way. "What are you doing?!"

I shrug it off, pushing past her hoof and shoving my mouth against hers. She groans, batting at me with her forelegs, struggling to shove me off; I break off the kiss and shuffle sideways, letting her fall forward--and shoving her as she passes me. Her hooves scrabble on the floor, and she falls, crying out softly as her chest strikes the floor; I pin her there with one hoof, and she whimpers as I step over her, casually dragging my shaft across her rump as I start to line it up.

"You..." She scowls. "Ruffian. Monster. Do as you will. Just--please, don't hurt me..."

I have to stifle a laugh. Hell, I laugh anyway! I chuckle, as I leer over her, my shaft pressing against her folds. I giggle, as she tries to put up a brave face, fully aware that I have her exactly as I want her; and with a low, blissful moan, I slide into her, smoothly going right to the hilt, my tip gently kissing the deepest parts of her as I pin her to the floor.

"Nngh...damn you," she mutters. "Damn you to Taurtaros..."

She trails off into a squeal as I start to thrust. I don't particularly care about making this last; I just want to get my rocks off and move on with things. Faster and faster I go, as I grind against her body, pawing at her curves; I grab a hoof-ful of her mane, and--

"CRAVAT!!"

I freeze in place, blinking. "Huh?"

"My mane."

I let go of her mane.

"Thank you," she mutters, glaring daggers back at me.

"Wait, you're okay with me busting my way into your office and raping you, but not with touching your mane?"

"What you're going to bust inside my pretty little posterior can be fixed with one pill. What you were about to do to my coiffeure would have taken hours to fix."

"...well," I mutter, "when you put it that way..."

"Enough talking. You're still buried in me, darling. Resume!"

I shrug, and clear my throat. "ahem! You're mine, uh--"

"'Slut' will do."

"Slut!"

Rarity nods, takes a deep breath, and continues her helpless victim act. "You foul creature! How dare you treat me like this~?" Her voice wavers, and I feel her briefly tighten around me as I pound away.

"You'll shut up if you know what's good for you," I whisper, nibbling on her ear as I grind my hoof gently into her back--just a reminder that I have her pinned. "You'd better play along, or else--"

"Or else what?" she gasps, staring back at me with wide eyes and a horrified screech ready-to-go--but I can see past that look of horror, despite Rarity's incredible acting skills. I can see her egging me on.

"I'll make sure Sweetie Belle never sees you again," I growl, grinning wickedly. Rarity goes pale for a moment, then starts blushing profusely, her body squeezing and shuddering around my length as she whimpers.

"You...you wouldn't..." She looks away, panting softly--or is she hyperventilating? "Not even a monster would consider--"

"Oh, I'm no monster," I say with a smirk. "I'm just the pony next door. And I'll do this again, and again, and again." My cheek brushes against hers--I'm at my limits, so I might as well make this one count--

"Please! Pull out!" Rarity whines.

"Oh, Rarity...that's the one thing I'll never do."

"No~!" She howls with rage and pleasure, arching her back as her body turns against her--her walls undulating, milking every last drop out of me as I pour into her. "Oh! Oh, Celestia! Oh, fuck!"

I grin, watching as she collapses into the floor, whimpering and moaning as the afterglow sends aftershocks trembling through her. I draw out slowly, drawing an equally slow and sensual groan out of her as she starts leaking onto the floor of her workshop.

Unfortunately, the thing about being in-character is that you gotta stop being in-character eventually. The sight of Rarity lying face-down on the floor, whimpering and murmuring, alongside the things I've said to her--it's hard to feel bad right after an orgasm that good, but I can feel a knot building in the pit of my stomach. I'm sure it'll be fine, though. It's not like I haven't chatted with the bros about exactly this--

"Darling, are you okay?" Rarity says softly, glancing up at me. When I think about it...well, I'm kind of not okay, but I don't need to think about it--and a moment later, she throws her hooves around me, and I wrap my hooves around her, and I feel the strangest urge to cry. "Sssh sh sh. It's all right. You were just doing as instructed."

"But I--" Unfortunately, now I am thinking about it. I just shoved a mare to the ground, fucked her senseless, called her a slut, and walked away. I mean, sure, I've done it a couple times to Rushie, that's how I got her to not follow me down here, but it's all right, right? She likes it too. Right?

"Darling. Look at me."

I meet Rarity's eyes, and it's enough to silence me.

"You did exactly as I wanted," she says softly. "What we did here--with all the boundaries set exactly as they should be--is perfectly healthy."

"I mean, I wouldn't call...y'know..."

"Rape?" she says, quirking an eyebrow. "Darling, I've been thinking about how much I want a stud to walk through that door and simply do as he pleases for years. Do you know what the difference is, between you and that stud?"

I shake my head.

"You know when to stop. And the answer is exactly when Mistress Rarity tells you to."

She grins. I do too. I start to giggle. "Mistress?"

"Oh, please. Anypony who heard us talking before we started would know exactly who's hung lower in this scenario." I bust out laughing, and she does too--a bubbly, bouncy giggling fit that sounds almost out of place coming from the runway queen, the countess of colour herself.

"Better?" she asks.

"Better." I nuzzle her cheek, and she runs a hoof through my mane. "Actually," I whisper, "mind if we just sit here for a bit?"

"Of course not. This might be a casual affair, but it doesn't mean I won't mind your needs. One second--Pinkie has chaise lounges stashed everywhere for just such an occasion..."

Purple Edge (Orgasm Denial, Entirely Too Much Jizz)

"Got a bit too real for you, huh?" Trixie's still got her trademark smirk on, but--she looks at me like I've touched the stove, and she knows I was going to, and she doesn't blame me for it.

"Yeah," I mutter, crossing my legs. "I dunno, I--nopony else even tried to say no, and when I saw her lying on the floor, it--"

"It looked real."

"Yeah."

We pause for a moment. I can see the Boutique from here. Trixie sighs.

"...yes, I'm going to tell him," she says, staring up at the stars. "If you'd let me tell them at the start then this wouldn't be a problem!"

I glance at her, my face all scrunched up as I try to guess the other end of that conversation.

Trixie sighs, again. "Anon, you're a good person. That's why you're here--to experience things you wouldn't get to experience as a good person."

My eyes widen. "So you mean if I--"

"It wouldn't have been real real, anyway, it resets at midnight, but yes. The point of this exercise is for you to find out what it's like to do terrible things that nobody in their right mind would do."

"Why?"

"Because one day," she says simply, "you're going to be in my shoes, and you need to know how to orchestrate these things. Now go fuck Twilight or something."

"Hello, Anon. I've been waiting for you."

I stare, slack-jawed, as Twi drags me into her castle.

"Yes, I know all about you! Pinkie told me everything, and I know exactly how to deal with this." As she drags me into a clear space in the center of her library, she beams, standing tall as she announces her latest project: "The anti-orgasm spell!"

"But what about the timeloop?" I stammer.

"Yes, yes, the timeloop, Pinkie told me all about--" She suddenly freezes mid-sentence, her face twisting into a couple of different forms of confusion as the knowledge is dropped on her. "...that is very disconcerting. And I still think this whole thing is immoral."

"Dammit."

"Anyway! This spell should prevent you from orgasming, therefore eliminating your sex drive! Now, hold still." Twi's horn starts to charge--and I close my eyes, wondering if this is the day I die (again), turned into a potted plant by accident, left to face an eternity of--"Anon!" Twilight shouts. "The spell's over."

I blink a couple times as the purple glow fades, glancing down between my legs. Yep, Anon Jr. is still there. And still hard, actually!

"I cast it on myself, too, so don't think you'll fuck your way out of this one. Although, we do have to make sure it's working..."

She turns and promptly presents, her tail flying high as she kicks her legs out to the side. "Right! Anon, do your worst."

I shrug, and mount her, and in short order I'm inside her--and it feels pretty much like any other pony pussy does, tight and hot and wet in all the right places. I bite my lip, and I could swear I heard a little groan from her.

"Good, the spell worked. I don't feel a thing," Twi gasps out. "And you?"

"N-nothing!" I stutter out. If I pretend it's working, then maybe she'll say--

"Okay, start thrusting. We have to push this spell to the limit," Twi mutters, rocking her hips gently side-to-side. I wrap my forelegs around her waist, and start to buck into her--it still feels amazing, and it must be good for her too, because I can feel her squeezing around me. "Yes--that's it--ahem, keep going," she moans, blushing softly.

I start to pick up speed--and this time, I experiment a little, shifting my legs and angling my hips--Twilight cries out suddenly. "I--I still feel physical sensations, but not pleasure. By design, of course."

I just keep going--pushing a little further, a little faster each time I hilt. She starts to pant softly, dropping the act, as I feel the wave coming. "Hold on tight, Twi, I'm--"

Not cumming. It just...doesn't happen. I keep thrusting, as fast as I can, and I can feel the incredible pre-climax pressure, but...there's no kaboom. You know, there's supposed to be an Earth-moving kaboom.

"Oh fuck," Twilight groans. "I feel it too. Oh goddesses, I--I know what happened! We can't cum, but--" She trails off into a moan as her forelegs give out. "Ooooh, noooo..."

I grunt softly, using this new angle to pound her even harder. I know the spell's kicking in--I can feel a twinge of absolute ecstasy every time I bump up against the hard limit--but I'm having a little trouble focusing, and besides that, didn't Twilight say we were supposed to push the limits? Maybe the spell breaks if I cum hard enough!

I plant my hooves and start rutting her almost as hard as I fucked Rushie this morning, wincing as my throbbing shaft starts to ache with need. I need to cum, and fast, and every time I almost get there, I feel a little more desperate.

Twi squeals, her eyes going wide as she hits the wall again. "F-fuck! Anon, I--oh moon--ngh--I can't feel my--" Her hindlegs give out and we collapse to the floor; I roll with her, and after a few moments of tangled hooves and the occasional moan, I end up face-to-face with her. Her horn sparks and fizzes, half-completed spells popping off into the ether as Twilight goes cross-eyed. "H-harder!" she mewls, clinging to me. "Just--haah--harder~!"

"Twilight, darling, it's been hours since anypony last saw you! Pinkie told me she was worried--" Rarity stops in her tracks as she enters the library.

In the middle of the room, me and Twi are still going at it. We've tried at least a dozen positions, and I'm pretty sure we'd be out cold if Twi hadn't managed to cast a hydration spell on both of us. It's a good thing she did, too, because about an hour after that she just kind of gave up thinking. As I pull out of her mouth--yet another unsuccessful experiment with oral--she stares blankly at Rarity, moaning as I move to take her from behind. Her ass feels even tighter than her other holes, but it's still not enough. My memories after the eight-hour mark are kind of fuzzy, but I know we were still fucking until it was almost midnight...

"This should do the trick--"

And as Rarity spoke those words, the entire day came down on me like the world's most arousing hammer. I didn't just hit my limit--I exploded through it, blasting rope after rope of cum onto Twilight as she spasmed and squealed in her own personal pleasure-hell.

And then it kept going. Later, Twilight guessed that we were feeling every denied orgasm, in sequence. All I know is that she begged me to stick it inside, and I grabbed her cum-soaked ass and did as I was told. We rolled in a massive puddle of our collective fluids, grinding and humping--I pulled out occasionally to give her a fresh coat of jizz, and she reveled in it, ordering me to soak her wings, coat her mane, stuff it down her throat. Every part of her--and me--was thoroughly painted creamy white by the end of it.

It took another hour on top of that before either of us could even talk right.

"Anon...that was worth it," Twi mumbled, snuggling up to me. We had been forced to take a shower, by a very indignant Rarity ("Honestly, it is irresponsible to make another pony clean up after your pleasure!"). After that, we had retired to Twilight's room--she had insisted on afterglow snuggles. "It didn't do what I wanted, but it felt amazing."

"I wonder," I muttered, "if you could cast that one on my sister."

Twi blushed. "Y-you'd--"

"Or Shining Armor," I murmur, rubbing my chin.

"Anon!"

"Ooh, we could do an orgy!"

The resulting explosion of magic apparently kicked off another orgy! Unfortunately, it didn't really start until after midnight, so I wasn't around to see it.

Are you a bully!? (Jojokes)

Trixie laughed her ass off as I faded back into the pre-loop world.

"Oh, sure, laugh it up. I missed the orgy."

"Hah! Don't worry. You still have most of the 'trial' to go. You haven't even finished half a month! And besides, you've got one more Element to fuck."

"...so then I said, 'Dildos? Are you crazy?'"

Pinkie and Rainbow both burst into laughter, as I walk into Sugarcube Corner.

"Oh, hey Nonny! You here to cum inside Rainbow Dash?"

"...are you here to cum inside me?" Dash says, squinting at me. Her eyes flit down between my legs, then back up toward my face, and she nods.

"Nope." I sit in one corner of Sugarcube, er, Corner, and cross my forelegs. "M'not gonna."

"Why the fuck not!?" Rainbow zooms over to my table and gets up in my face, scowling.

"You like the prequel trilogy," I say simply.

Dash deflates a bit, sinking back to the ground and grumbling. "Why does everypony say that? They act like I've got Derpies or something."

"...what?" Did I hear that right?

"Y'know. Derpies? Makes ya itch down there? You get it from not bundling up your li'l colt?" Dash says, rolling her eyes. "Get your ears checked. And your eyes, too! You clearly can't see how awesome and hot I am."

I quirk one eyebrow, tilting my head. "But...if you had derpies...wouldn't your eyes be...?"

Pinkie gasps! "ANON! How could you say something like that!? Everypony knows that's just a rumor!"

Dash is on me again in a fraction of a second. "Muffins is one of the nicest ponies I know!" she shouts. "And I'm sick of bullies who mess with her just 'cuz she can't see well!"

"I'm not a--"

"Dashie, he must be a bully!" Pinkie says with glee.

"You think so, huh?" Dash says, as she turns and grabs my shoulders. "You some kinda bully? Huh, wise guy?"

Muffins takes a deep breath. The weather's just so nice out, and she has her favorite raisin-and-oatmeal muffins to enjoy. She glances across the street, to Sugarcube Corner, where she had just bought a whole dozen--enough to last her the whole day.

"ARE YOU!? ARE YOU A BULLY!? SAY SOMETHING, YA BULLY!" Rainbow shouts, as she kicks some green pony.

"YEAH! BULLIES GET BRUISES!" Pinkie squees, as she bounces on the pony.

Muffins looks on with curiosity. She glances at her muffin, and takes a bite.

Moments later, she's on the other side of the street, happily kicking the weird green pegasus pony.

"WE'LL TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH US!" Rainbow screams.

"BULLIES! GET! BRUISES!" Pinkie growls.

"MUFFINS!" Muffins says with wholesome glee.

Author's Note

This whole chapter was an excuse to make this:

Bonus: New Clothes (Dawn Says Trans Rights)

Dawn had already worked out a simple routine for his days. He'd start every single day the exact same way--because it would just be so satisfying:

"Mr. Pennychaser?" he'd say, and his boss would turn around and scowl.

"You're five minutes late, Breeze!" Breeze already knew that, of course. It was intentional, as was the next line:

"I quit!"

Unfortunately, Dawn still hadn't gotten it to the point where it'd really be perfect. Somehow, Mr. Pennychaser always had somepony lined up to replace him. It was somewhat infuriating, but he was sure he'd figure out a way to make that old bastard beg him to stay. Somepony had to wash the dishes at Chaser's Diner, after all. Pennychaser would regret treating the only buspony so badly.

Now, however, he had shopping to do.

"...and then the colt bit the apple and it sent him to another world--oh hey, we're here!"

Rushie trots into the store--it's one of Canterlot's upper-end mare's clothes places, mostly dresses and skirts--it has kind of a "hipster punk rocker" vibe to it, though, so some of it is in denim and some of it is in neon colors. Already, Rush has a couple of shockingly small skirts picked out.

"Hey, Dawny, look!"

"No. That thing's gonna show off everything. It's basically a stripper costume."

"But Daaawwwn." She pouted at me, waggling the skirt. "You promised. Any skirt I pick!"

"...Fine. But pick out something longer, too. Something you can wear in public."

"H-how do I look?"

"Hmmmm. I dunno..."

"w-well? Come on, don't just leave it at that!"

"I think...you need to hike your tail a bit," Rushie said, grinning like a madmare. "You wanna pull off a miniskirt, you gotta strut!"

Dawn went red-faced, crossing his forelegs. "B-but--"

"No buts! The only butt I wanna hear is that booty poppin'!" With a giggle, Rushie flicked her tail at Dawn's ass--not hard enough to sting, but hard enough to make him squeak--and to make his tail stand on end, giving the miniskirt the support it needs. "See? Look at that! Check you out!"

Dawn turned to the mirror. As much as he hated to admit it--and as hard as it was to admit, even to his sister--he did like what he saw. Between the diminutive skirt and the studded pleather jacket, he--she--looked like she didn't give a fuck.

"You like the booty, huh?" Dawn smirks, shaking his--er, her ass. She considers using a different name, but that can come later.

"Yeah." Rushie steps up to the mirror, and throws a forelimb around her sister. "You look good, girl. If you weren't my sister..."

Dawn blushes--and then, she shrugs. "Who cares if we're sisters?" she says, turning to kiss Rushie's neck. Who cares? Dawn cares--Dawn's so busy worrying, freaking out, too obsessed with everyone else's business. But when Dawn wears a skirt, she cuts loose. Lets her mane down, so to speak. Her heart flutters in her chest, but she powers through: "If you wanna fuck, just say so."

Rushie gasps softly. "Oh wow. Oh, I like this." Rush starts trotting toward her bedroom--and stops in the doorway, gazing longingly at Dawn, flicking her tail aside. "How 'bout you show me your..." Her eyes drift toward Dawn's hindquarters. "Confidence~?"

Dawn practically gallops in, catching Rushie as they tumble toward the bed. Within moments, their lips are locked together--they're grunting and moaning and panting, wings fluttering and legs locked around each other. The skirt doesn't even get in the way.

"Haah~!" Dawn breaks off the kiss, burying his face in her mane--it smells faintly of cherries, mixed with a hint of sweat from today's flight. "Mmnf. I want you, sis."

Rushie laughs--her voice bubbling over as she arches her back. "I know the feeling. I want you."

Dawn's eyes drift down along Rushie's chest, to her belly, her hips...and his cock, throbbing and ready. It's not much more than an annoyance, which is what's so disconcerting about it. It's not that he's upset, or even that confused--he's just kind of disappointed. It breaks his momentum. He doesn't want to have a dick right now. It'll get in the way.

Rushie gently puts a hoof to his chin, and lifts--until he's locked eyes with her.

"I want you," she whispers, "no matter what body you have."

Dawn nods slowly--and then Rushie presses into another kiss, and she's lost in the sensations again; it's like the momentum was simply waiting for its cue. Their bodies seem to melt together, coiling and clinging and rubbing--and then Rushie lifts her hips and slides onto Dawn's shaft. Dawn cries out, her voice cracking--she starts bucking into Rushie, and Rushie responds by riding her wild. For a blessed, too-short time, all Dawn can focus on is Rushie.

She arches her back as she cums--both of them do. White-hot love shoots into Rushie, and she pants softly as she rubs her belly--mumbling nonsense and humming aimless tunes as she flops forward onto Dawn. Dawn, for her part, is simply bucking her hips rhythmically--it's all she can focus on as she unloads.

They settle into the mattress.

"i love you," Dawn mumbles.

"hmmloveyoutoo~" Rushie purrs, as she drifts off to sleep.

"So," Starlight Glimmer said, steepling her hooves. "You finally got with her, huh?"

"W-well it just kind of--"

"Happened? Dawn, she's been dreaming about you for over a year. At least."

"But--"

"Sssh. Sh sh sh shh. Enjoy yourself, Dawn. You should take advantage of this time while you have it."

Author's Note

The first bonus chapter! Bonus chapters don't count toward the 120-day limit.

Surprise! (Changelings, Gangbang, Mind Control)

"All right, so you've done all the Elements."

"Uh huh."

"Now what?"

"Combinatorial sexplosion."

"...threesomes?"

"My way sounded better," I grumble, as I slip back into consciousness.

But a standard threesome wasn't the first thing on my list.

"...and then they couldn't stop him, because he was already here--"

"Rushie?"

"Yeah, bro?" Rushie tilted her head--and squeaked as she nearly tripped over a vine.

"We're already here," I explained.

"But...this is the middle of the Everfree Forest."

"Yep. The castle's right there."

I point. She follows my hoof, and finally notices the vine-laden bricks and crumbling buttresses. Heh, buttresses.

"Ooooh," she says, eloquently. I simply nod.

And then I clap my hooves together, and shout "SURPRISE!" as a dozen Changeling drones leap out of the bushes.

"Presenting her royal highness--"

"leggo"

"The killer queen herself--"

"let me goooo"

"Queen Chrysalis," the drone mutters, as Rushie continues wiggling indignantly. Chrysalis takes her throne--oh, she's already got her ovipositor out. Rushie squeaks when she notices it.

"I see we've caught a pair of cute little ponies today," Chryssy coos, grinning wickedly down at us.

"Actually you only caught one," I explain. "I kinda meant to show up here."

"But--wait, you betrayed me?" Rushie whimpers. "You led me to the Changelings so you could--"

"Timeloop," I reply.

"Timeloop?" Rushie stammers.

"TIMELOOP!?" Chrysalis roars. "So that pink pastry pony who surrendered to us--"

"Was doing me a favor!" I shout happily. "She let you know I was coming so that I could bring Rushie here."

"...of all the rotten good-for-nothing--UGH." Chrysalis groans. "Very well. How do you--"

"Hey Rushie, how about we have the drones run a train on your mouth while I do you from behind?"

"Sounds like a plan, bro!"

Chrysalis rubbed her forehead and suppressed a growl. "Fine! Fine. Take them to the breeding chambers!"

Anypony could see that Rushie was excited; even with her forelegs bound up in Changeling slime, she was wiggling eagerly--shaking her ass in my direction, even if she didn't realize it with the blindfold on.

"Open wide, sssslut," the first drone hissed.

"Haaah~!" Rushie did as instructed, and the Changeling did as he pleased--stuffing his shaft down her throat so forcefully I actually heard her gag on it. Her tail flagged instantly, and I leapt at the chance, mounting her and grinding against her entrance. She was already wet--I could've guessed that, she's probably had wet dreams about this. As I rocked my hips, trying to line up for the main event, the drone in front of me grunted and pulled out, leaving a trail of slime dribbling down Rushie's chin.

"...wow, you finished fast."

"I am one of the fastest breeders in my generation," the drone said, thumping his chest with a foreleg. "I can impregnate twenty mares in as many minutes!"

I had to stifle a snicker. Rushie actually giggled--but her laugh was cut off by the next drone in line casually shoving her head between his legs. Her hips bucked--and I slid into her, groaning softly as she contracted around me. "Geez, Rush--are you cumming already?"

"Changeling slime is an aphrodisiac." The lead drone took up a position next to me, watching as the second drone pulled out and blasted a few ropes across Rushie's mane. "She is going to spend the rest of her pony-life in unknowable bliss."

I gasped softly as her body tightened around me again--her hindlegs spasmed, driving her hips back into mine, and I responded with a few thrusts of my own. A third drone mounted Rushie's face--as his hips slap against her muzzle, I can see the previous drone's slime dripping off of both of them, trails of ooze dragging along behind as he pulls back. I pick up speed, trying to match the pace of the drones, but--fuck, they're going so fast...

"What a shame. She would've loved to have had your foals." An image forms in my head--of Rushie, grinning softly back at me, her pussy dripping with my seed, laughing as she talks about what we'll name the twins...

The drone's voice snaps me back to reality. "But by the time you've finished in her, she will have completed her transformation. Five drones have already seeded her belly. I've yet to see a pony last beyond ten without losing themselves."

"What are you--nngh!" I cling to her as a shiver runs through her--the sixth drone is giving her another facial, and she's moaning wildly, trying to catch it with her tongue.

"Eventually, the aphrodisiac will overwhelm her desire to be herself." The lead drone smirks at me. "She will forget who she was--because who she was is...inefficient."

His words are starting to sail over my head--I'm having trouble keeping up with her, now--she's bucking into me harder than I'm rutting her--

"Rushie has restraints. No matter how loose she is, there are things Rushie would not do...but there is nothing a Changeling won't do for the hive. Your inhibitions make you less efficient." The drone licks my cheek, and I barely notice it, panting and groaning as I grind on her, our fur slick with sweat.

"I could get rid of those inhibitions for you," the drone whispers in my ear--and before I know what I'm doing, I nod.

He shoves his tongue into my ear, and--and my mind goes blank. I fall still for a moment, confused--unsure.

Then a little voice in the back of my head says RUT. So I rut. I thrust into the mare beneath me--into the hole beneath me. The voice in the back of my head reassures me, tells me it's perfectly natural to think of the mare as merely a hole. She is a hole. That is what breeding stock is, holes to be filled. It no longer matters what's attached to the hole--stud or mare, pegasus or unicorn or earth-pony, all holes are holes and all holes are for fucking. I move faster and faster--there's no point to dragging it out. Why should I hesitate? It doesn't matter what the hole feels, or who the hole is. It could be my sister, for all I care--all that matters is that this hole isn't pregnant yet.

I howl as I unload, feeling the hole ripple and squeeze around my rod, gripping it tightly as I pump fertile seed into it. An unnatural warmth spreads beneath me, and the voice in the back of my head congratulates me, tells me I've done my job well. I grunt, pulling out and looking for the next hole...

And then the lead drone uncoils his whiplike tongue, pulls it out of my ear, and the tiny voice in the back of my head is gone...and so is Rushie.

In her place, there is a slick black-carapaced Changeling worker, dribbling a combination of Changeling-slime and my jizz. She turns toward me--and where there was once a simple cloth blindfold, there are now interlocking plates of chitin, ensuring that she will never be allowed to see the one who uses her--after all, seeing is not important to a breeder--only reproduction matters. Her mouth is locked into a permanent O-shape, her tongue lolling out of it as she coos at me.

"Want more~?" the lead drone whispers in my ear.

I nod.

Window Into The Soul (Bondage, Humiliation, Browser History)

"Hmmm."

Trixie seemed rather bored. She also appeared to have stolen Rarity's fancy couch.

"You know, Anon, Trixie expected you to not tell her."

"Not tell her what?" I said, doing cartwheels in the air above Canterlot.

"That it's a timeloop. You know it causes problems, Anon. She'll wake up eventually."

"Yeah, but how am I supposed to know she's enjoying it?"

"Why do you care?" Trixie asks, letting the couch spin to match me.

"Well, I like it when she likes it. She's cute, all right?" I grumble to myself as Canterlot's central spire slowly rises above our heads.

"Hah. Trixie didn't think you'd get so attached to her."

"Shut up. Just 'cuz I'm a freak doesn't mean I don't have feelings."

"...incidentally, Trixie knows of something you can do..."

I quirk an eyebrow in response.

"A way for you to know what she wants without asking her first."

"...you have my attention."

"Fwah!" Rushie squeaked as she landed on her bed, her forelegs and wings bound up with some rope that I found in her closet. Nobody was surprised. "Wh-what are you doing? You're not gonna--"

"Oh, I am." I grin wickedly, and turn to a desk at one side of the room, where a laptop is laying dormant. Following Trixie's advice, I try not to think about how I'm able to use the keyboard, and my equine hindbrain does the rest.

"You wouldn't."

"But I am."

"It's not enough to tie me up and do me, huh!? You just gotta record it, too!?"

"...who said anything about recording it?" I say, as I open up Phoenixfox.

"You're...not gonna make a video of you having kinky sex with me while I pretend to not want it?"

"What? No. I'm gonna look at your browser history."

A look of abject horror spreads across Rushie's face. Her fur turns pale down to her shoulders. Hell, her mane goes all frizzy--almost standing on end. She starts hyperventilating, her eyes narrowing to pinpricks as she watches me search through the menus.

"Oh...? What's this?" I mouse over a bookmarks folder labeled "TOTALLY NOT LEWD". It's full to bursting with hay621 links.

All Rushie can muster in response is a quiet little "oh no".

"Let's see, first link--oooh, a pool. 'Big Brother Sex Dungeon'? Kinda on the nose, don'cha think?"

She squeaks, her face turning a crazy mixture of red and green as her cheeks shine through her fur.

"What's the next one--" I open the second bookmark. "Tentacles. Of course it's tentacles. And twins, too. You know, I'd question the wisdom of sticking a tentacle inside your dick, but I guess if you drink enough Changeling spooge you'll get turned on by anything..."

"B-but--well, it's not about that! I just like the tentacles and the twins an' stuff!"

"Suuure ya do," I reply, as I scroll through the bookmarks. "Let's see, let's see--huh. Why'd you bookmark 'ear penetration'?"

"...meep."

"I get bookmarking the really good porn, but bookmarking a search? How hard is it to type 'ear penetration'?"

"That underline key is annoying! I think it's broken."

"Oh, that makes sense. You oughta take this thing to the shop or something--"

"You said it was too expensive, remember?"

I blink. Oh, Dawn must've been a pennypincher. "Oh, r-right."

"Yeah. Maybe we can look up a video or something? Learn how to fix it? Oh, maybe you can get that one unicorn you know to help."

"Later." I keep browsing. "Hey--this one looks almost like..."

"Like what?" Rushie sits up a little, craning her neck to try and see what I'm looking at.

"Yep, there it is. That's a filly. You naughty girl."

"I didn't see the tag, all right?"

"She's like half the size of the stud."

"Some colts are just that big!"

"Did you even read the dialogue?" I snort. "'I want my special talent to be having your foals, big bro!' I mean, come on! Admit it, you're a fillyfooler."

"N-no I'm not!"

"Hey, wait a second. This isn't straight shota, and it's not mare-on-filly...wait." A smile grows across my face. "Oh my god. You want to be the little filly."

"No I don't!"

"You totally do. I can't believe it. My sister wants to be the little filly. Lemme guess--you want your big, strong older brother to protect you~?"

"...fine."

"Hah. Knew it. Wonder what else is in here." I scroll through her favorites, humming to myself. "Let's see--incest, incest, bondage, tentacles, more incest--man, I'm not even learning anything. I coulda told ya you were into incest and tentacles!" I roll my eyes--and then I see another folder. "Newfields? I remember Newfields! Well, no, I remember Newgrounds. Why do I remember it as Newfields?"

"The heck's a Newgrounds?" Rushie says.

"You know what? Who cares? I bet you've got some juicy stuff in here."

"N-no I don't. All flash games. I gotta keep my highscore in Bubble Tanks, y'know?"

Sure she does. I click on the folder, and...

"Why do you have every single Meet N' Fuck game bookmarked."

"They have SENTIMENTAL VALUE."

"But they're TRASH!"

"But they were the first ones I saw!" Rushie says, wiggling indignantly.

"Yeah," I growl, turning around, "but everyone knows that the best porngames are the ones made by--"

"ZONE!" We shout in unison, and her eyes meet mine. Looking back, that was really the moment it all clicked for me, but at the time I didn't really think about it.

"...We're fucking later."

"Duh. Of course we are."

"But first I gotta finish looking at your porn."

"...do you have to?"

"Yes." I glance over the bookmarks list again. "Hold on--what's this one? SadPoneda?"

"...don't click on that one."

"I know what it is, Rushie."

She wriggles around a bit more, whimpering as I open the folder.

"Huh. 'GAME OVER'?"

"Don't click on that one."

"I mean, what, it's video game porn? How bad could it be--"

"Don't click on that one!" I turn around, and Rushie's straight up crying now.

Suddenly, teasing her doesn't seem quite so enjoyable anymore. I mean, I've already had my fun, right? Besides, there's nothing really juicy in here anyway. I close the folder, and Rushie breathes a sigh of relief.

"...oh, hey, you said you had a high score in Bubble Tanks?"

"Yeah?"

I scroll back up to the Newgrounds folder, and sure enough, there's a bookmark for Bubble Tanks at the very bottom. I open it up...

"Holy shit, second place. That's not bad at all."

Rushie freezes up, staring balefully at the laptop's screen. "Second...place? Who's the leader?"

I squint at the rankings. "Someone by the username of...'XX_PENORDELETOR_XX'."

"Dawny. Untie me."

"Huh?"

"Untie me right hecking now."

"Hey, careful--"

"I WILL MAKE PENORDELETOR RUE THE DAY HE STOLE MY THRONE FROM ME--" Rushie screams, as she hurls herself across the room at the desk--and me. We go tumbling off the chair, onto the floor, leaving me trapped under a wiggling bundle of angery pony.

"Rushie, calm down, I can't untie you if you don't stop wiggling--"

"I SHALL TAKE BACK MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AS QUEEN OF THE BUBBLE TANKS! NOPONY WILL STOP ME! ALL SHALL BOW DOWN BEFORE MY BUBBLY WRATH!"

Somewhere, a grey-coated blonde mare sits down in front of her computer, smiling softly. She goes to click on the only thing on her desktop--a link to her favorite game ever. She bounces a little in her chair as she waits for it to load.

"Ooh! I got first place. Yay~!"

Harsh Treatment (Abuse, Slave/Master, Impregnation)

"So. Now you know what she's into."

"Yeah."

"So now you can try getting rough with her."

I roll my eyes.

"...did Trixie stutter?"

"This is a test, isn't it? To see if I'll be a good boy and not give in to temptation and stuff?"

"What? No." Trixie groans, and glances up toward the sky. "Can Trixie tell him?"

"Tell me what?"

"Yes, Trixie knows he isn't supposed to find out yet. But he isn't supposed to be doing any of this!"

"Seriously, what's going on--"

Trixie facehoofs, and flops backward onto her fancy couch. "Anon. Our morality does not work the way you think it works."

"The fuck are you talking about? Hurting other people is bad, right? It's not hard--"

"Hurting other people doesn't mean anything when the other people are fucking immortal, Anon."

"...oh."

"It literally does not matter. The entire point of this exercise is to get you used to that. Now, go turn your sister into a sex slave like she wanted."

"Okay, but do I have to be rough with her?"

"Do you know what her favorite part of that dumb porn comic is?"

I shake my head. Trixie claps her hooves, and a laptop appears, showing a panel from 'Big Brother Sex Dungeon'.

"...that's just the brother punching the sister in the face."

"Yes. She gets very excited about it."

"Why?"

"Maybe you can ask her tomorrow. Now go."

"Good mornin', bro!"

Once again, I woke up to the sound of Rushie's voice. This time, however, I didn't answer right away.

"...Bro? You awake?"

Easy now...

"Eh. Whatever." She heads out, humming to herself, dancing along in the hall. I slip quietly out of bed, and watch her movements carefully. As she trots into the kitchenette, I sneak down the hall after her, stepping as softly as I can.

I can hear her humming still--some aimless song I don't recognize--as she fiddles with the microwave. I wait until I'm right behind her--and then I wrap a hoof in her mane and yank it back, just enough for her to notice.

"Aah--wh-what the--"

"Shut up," I growl, and she squeals softly. As I drag her out of the kitchen by her mane, she starts to whimper.

"H-hey, easy--" She's cut off as I haul her around, tossing her toward the couch. By the time she can sit up, I'm on her--pressing my growing shaft against her belly, and looking her right in the eye.

"Easy? You think you can get off easy?"

"D-D-Dawny?"

"...wrong answer." I grab her mane again, and pull her head back--she squeaks, and her hindlegs twitch. I feel the warmth building in her belly--I feel ready. "Try it one more time: Do you get to have it easy?"

"...yes?" she guesses.

"Wrong again~!" I yank her off the couch, sending her tumbling to the floor, and plant one of my hooves between her wings.

"Ah--quit it!"

"Oh, you don't like it when I pull your mane?" I sneer. "Get up."

She gets to her hooves, her face twisted into a confused grimace--and right as she turns to look at me, I throw a right jab directly into her nose.

There's a split-second of hangtime, as if it takes a few moments for it to even register. She cries out, stumbling backward, more out of shock than anything. Her eyes widen as they lock onto mine.

"Well? You got any questions?" I chuckle.

She gives me a spastic little shake of her head.

"Good. Open your mouth and get down." As she drops to her haunches, I feel...powerful. I feel kinda awful for her--especially now that I see blood--but it's a heady feeling, almost as good as seeing her excited. My momentum carries me forward--I plant a hoof on the back of her head, and press my tip into her mouth. She doesn't need instructions--she starts swirling her tongue around the tip, expecting a normal blowjob.

This won't be a normal blowjob. I thrust down her throat, making her gag on it--and when she tries to pull back, I push her even further into it, holding her in place as I facefuck her. "Nngh, about damn time!"

Her throat starts to twitch and spasm around me--and I respond by bucking into her face even harder. Choked-off cries narrowly escape her lips as I use her face like I use her cunt--hard and fast, going from zero to hilted about once a second. It occurs to me that she's probably having trouble breathing, what with the broken nose and my cock stuffed into her, but in the heat of the moment I don't give a shit.

But I didn't come all this way to blow my load in her throat. She might be little more than a common whore right now, but I still want to nut where it counts. I drag my shaft out of her throat, listening to her gasp and cough as she recovers.

"Next question," I hiss. "Who are you?"

"I--I'm...I'm Rushie," she whimpers.

"Wrong fucking answer." I backhoof her, and she cries out, falling backward to the floor; her head bounces a little. I plant my hooves on her shoulders, and casually kick her hindlegs apart.

"You're my cumsock. That's all you are." I spit on her, and then I grind my tip against her holes, looking for an opening...only to find that she's already wet.

"...Did I tell you you could cum?"

"N-no?" she whimpers.

"That's right. And just for that...I'm not pulling out." I jam it into her, and she moans under her breath. "If you like it that much, then you can take it. In fact..." I grin. This is a bit of a guess, but it's an educated guess. I lean down, to whisper into her ear...

"I'm gonna need a new cumsock anyway," I murmur. "Might as well have you make one for me."

Her breath catches in her throat, and she clamps down around my length right as I fit it all inside.

"Oooh, you liked that? Fuck, I knew you were a cumsock, but I didn't know you were a freak."

"D-Dawny--"

I slap her across the face again, and this time she moans, her slit dribbling mare-cum as I pump into it. "Cumsocks don't talk unless they're asked a question."

She squirms under me, her forelegs batting at the floor uselessly as I pound her.

"Hey, don't feel too bad. By the time your replacement is ready, you'll be too loose to get off with anyway--" I cut myself off with a grunt as I blow my load into her, watching her writhe as she feels it flooding her. I pump every last drop into her hole, waiting until I'm almost soft to pull out--and then I grab her mane again, and casually wipe my dick off on her face. "I'll be back later. You can rub yourself off if you want, but if you're not face-down-ass-up when I get back, I'll have to use your throat as a warm-up again."

When I got back, Cumsock was laying face-first in the living room, her hindquarters propped up on shaky legs as she humped her hoof aimlessly.

"Hey, Cumsock!" She perked up, flagging her tail; I casually swatted her ass, and she moaned happily. "You hungry?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yes who?"

"Yes, master!" she squealed, immediately pulling her hoof out of her snatch.

"Good girl. Now answer the questions: Who are you?"

"Cumsock~!" she moaned.

"Good. What is your body for?"

"Making more cumsocks!" she gasped, her hoof inching back toward her hindquarters.

"Does master have to ask first~?"

"Nope! Master can rut Cumsock whenever he wants!"

"Good girl." I toss a bag in front of her--a hayburger and fries. "Eat up. Make it quick. I need to blow a couple more loads in you today."

"Yes, Master--" I swat her rump. She's not supposed to talk unless I ask a question. She'll learn eventually.

"Guh. I feel kinda dirty after that," I mutter, as Trixie hits me with the Smug Grin.

"Everypony feels dirty after they're done with a fantasy. You'll learn to ignore it."

"I dunno..."

"For what it's worth, she enjoyed it."

"Did she?"

"She could have broken your jaw. She did not. Trixie can see what's going on in your heads, and you can trust Trixie when she says that she enjoyed every second of it."

"...that's not creepy at all."

"It is very useful for these exercises. Now shut up and get ready for your next day."

Can't Spell Twincest Without "Win" (Incest)

I slowly feel my mind lifting itself out of the best damn sleep I've ever had. Let's see, green hooves--check. Flappy bits--check. I find a mirror on my new dresser, and confirm the blue eyes and a dashingly scruffy mane. Lifting a couple legs confirms that I have not been swindled out of my man bits. If anything, I'm hung like...wait for it...

"Hey, bro!" The sister--Rushing Winds, that's her name--interrupts my really amazing joke. Darn sisters, always interrupting your best jokes. I can't stay mad at her, though. Not with the way she looks at me. "It's about time you got up," she says. "We got the whole day to do whatever we want, right? Gotta make the most of it!"
She turns around, her tail flicking back and forth as she starts walking out of my bedroom.

Obviously, I walk right up next to her, unfold a wing, and give that ass a good ol' SMACK.

"yEEP"

She flies four feet straight up.

klunk

Dust falls off the rafters. Oops. As she comes back down, mumbling under her breath, I notice with quiet approval that she is blushing like mad.
"What the heck, Dawny? You can't just--"

"Smack my sister's butt?"

"It's--"

"Wrong?"

"I'm your--"

"Cute twin sister?"

"And--"

"Nopony would approve even though you know both of us want it and nobody's gonna know what we do in our own apartment?"

She sputters for a little bit longer before pouting angrily at me.

"What? You know I'm right."

"Doesn't mean you're right. Stupid mean sexy brother."

I roll my eyes and grin. "Listen, sis. We could go to the park, visit the mall, do whatever else we were gonna do--"

"super mareio kart"

"Yeah, that. Or we could fuck like wild animals, and have an experience that nobody else can have. Plus you have a really good butt. Like damn."

"...you sound...different," she says, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at me.

"Uh...sudden burst of confidence?"

"...Eh, I can buy it. Where you wanna boink?" she says, and I have to stifle a giggle. "On the bed? On the couch in the living room? On my bed?"

"Right here?"

"Right here." She practically tackles me, and we roll head over hooves for a couple feet--do they use feet in horseland? I land on my back, with her body pressed against mine--her face is less than an inch from my face, I could lean up there and kiss her. Or she could lean down and kiss me, which she does--her lips gently parting to let a moan slip through, as I run a hoof over her rump. It occurs to me that my insistent refusal to jerk it to ponies was a mistake.

"Dawn..." She bats her eyes at me. I swear to God, she was practicing for this. "Big bro. Do me. Right now."

I bust out laughing.

"What--Dawny~! It's not funny--"

"You're adorable," I whisper, and she freezes mid-yell. I grab her hips, and then--

Then it's on, and I can't tell if it's her riding me or me pounding her--

I'm going from tip to hilt with each thrust, her body like fire next to mine, her tongue dancing around my teeth--

She fits me like a fucking glove, and all of you can go fuck yourselves, twins really are made for each other--

"Dawn, I dunno how long I can--" She moans, and her body clamps down around me. I'm kinda surprised she lasted this long, given how fast we're going. Hell, I don't know how I'm keeping up. Speaking of--

"Where you want it, sis? I'm gonna--"

"INSIDE!" she screams, and I tug on her hips, and for a good two or three whole seconds I ride it out. It's the best orgasm I've ever had, and I'm pretty sure this is just the start. When my eyes start working again, I feel my heart skip a beat--her back arches, and her head tosses, and the way her mane flows through the air as she moans out my name...well, her brother's name. Fuck you, it was beautiful. You're just jealous you didn't get to participate.

She slumps forward, curling up on my chest as I wrap my wings around her. She's leaking a bit, but that's okay.

"Good?" I stammer out between desperate gasps for breath.

"Perfect," she says softly, and her eyes shine up into mine.

"I wouldn't say 'perfect'. What time is it?"

"I dunno, like eight o'clock?"

"We got the whole day to do whatever we want, sis." I wink.

"...let's make the most of it," she purrs, slowly dragging herself off my cock. Oh, this was so worth it.

Howling At The Moon (Foursome, Clones, A Bit of Shaming)

"...that could have gone better," I grumble, as Trixie laughs her ass off.

"And the Jojo reference, too!" she howls.

"I know."

"Oooh, holy shit that was classic. Anyway, who's up next?"

It takes me a little longer to get to Fluttershy's cottage than it took me to get to Twi's place, I guess because it's so much further out. And when I get there, I see something that--at first glance--is exactly what I expected.

"o-oh gosh! mister timberwolf, don't be so rough! i'm going to get splinters..."

Yep. Flutters is into dog dick, and everyone knew it--but then, as I make ready to at least enjoy watching it--the timberwolf glances up and stares at me with beady yellow eyes.

"Do you mind? It's impolite to stare."

Before my eyes, the timberwolf rears up, and its front half changes shape--until I'm staring at the one thing in the entire show that drives me nuts more than Rainbow's love of the prequels.

"DISCOOOOORD!"

"Yes, yes, howling at the moon, I'm aware of the reference," Discord mumbles, as his hindquarters keep pounding Flutters into the dirt. He stretches over and lays an arm on my shoulder. "Now, listen. It turns out, Fluttershy has a bit of a thing about me simply vaporizing voyeurs. And, more importantly, she apparently likes being watched!"

Fluttershy, for her part, chose this moment to moan especially loudly.

"...oookay?" I say with a tilt of my head. And a slight step to the side, to get Discord to stop touching me.

"But honestly, where's the fun in that? Besides, I'd been looking for an excuse to do this."

Discord snaps his fingers, and three more Fluttershys appear around me--well, one Flutterbat, one Flutterpunk, and one Fluttergoth GF.

"That little run-in with the Changelings gave me so many good ideas. They may be somewhat untrustworthy, but they know how to keep things spicy, wouldn't you agree?"

"...fine. But only because you have good taste in mares." I make a show of crossing my forelegs as Discord wiggles back to his actual waifu.

"...so." Flutterpunk--the one with the black highlights in her mane--is the first one to speak up. "You hard yet? We gonna get this over with?"

"Now I am," I say in my most confident voice, as I lean back to display my glory.

"...you call that hard? It's tiny." Flutterpunk snickers. "It's adorable!"

"B-but--but it's a foot long!" I shout--and then I squeak as Flutterbat casually shoves her face up under my sack and gives it a lick. She hisses, and shoves me to the ground. "Hey, wait a second--whoa--careful with the fangs!"

Flutterbat doesn't seem to care; she vants to succ my cock. Her tongue coils around my tip, and moments later her lips are around it as well--and then Flutterpunk shoves her out of the way, narrowly avoiding an unfortunate incident involving the fangs.

"Nope! My boytoy." Flutterpunk opens her mouth wide--and is promptly tackled by Flutterbat, who...kisses her? They roll around for a couple seconds before settling into an eager hate-makeout.

Fluttergoth, meanwhile, simply slid up next to me and sighed. "there is no meaning in anything they do," she mused.

I nodded, and did my best to look aloof and wise.

"then again, there is no meaning in anything. i'll suck you off if they won't."

She must've seen my double-take--and the other two must have heard her, because they stop smooching and immediately focus their attention on me. Three mares is more than any stallion would be able to handle, and soon I'm on my back, with Flutterpunk casually running a hoof 'round my tip, Flutterbat enjoying my nuts, and Fluttergoth working my shaft with her tongue.

"Well? See something you like?" Flutterpunk said with a smirk.

"or maybe something that works for now?" Fluttergoth said with a sigh.

"HISSSSS"

Oh, Flutterbat. You understand me. "Listen, girls, I don't know if--"

"Of course you don't know, you think with your dick!" Flutterpunk laughed, prodding my tip. "And you're not even two feet long!"

"Wait, two feet--"

Fluttergoth took this opportunity to go down on me, prompting Flutterpunk to growl and demand that she get a turn next. Flutterbat, in the middle of all this, poked her head out from under the other two, flicked her tongue, and turned around to present herself. Flutterpunk casually--or maybe accidentally--shoves her hoof into Flutterbat's snatch, which makes the batpony squeal and start humping it--while Fluttergoth casually deepthroats me, completely unmoved by the others' shouting and moaning.

"Oh, holy fuck!" Look, I'm not actually that good at talking.

My hips buck on their own--and Fluttergoth decides that this is the perfect opportunity to pull off. "hey, you two. i think he's ready for round 2."

Flutterbat screes, and promptly lunges at me, landing right on top--and then she slams her hips down on me and starts riding me like no tomorrow.

"HEY! Me and Goth were just gonna give him a blowie!" Flutterpunk shouts. Fluttergoth sighs, again, and pulls a vibrator out of--wait, she had a vibrator in this whole time? But it's buzzing like crazy, it must've been on max speed!

Meanwhile, Flutterbat is moving as fast as physically possible, and I can't hold out much longer. "Hah-ho-holy fuck I'm gonna--"

And then Flutterpunk shoves Fluttergoth's vibrator out of the way, yanks Flutterbat off of me, and starts slowly--torturously--taking inch after inch into her mouth. She moves just fast enough to keep me edged, taking her sweet-ass time.

"Aaauhhooohgaaaawd..."

"girls, i think we broke his spirit," Fluttergoth whispers.

"skree," Flutterbat replies.

"Mnah!" Flutterpunk pulls off of my shaft with a slick little pop. "Well, he's not gonna last much longer. And I wanted to have a facial."

"skree."

"Yeah, we know you want to mate with him. You're a fucking animal, Bats."

"skree!"

"punk, don't antagonize her," Fluttergoth murmurs, as she lays a hoof on my twitching rod. "now, everypony together--"

They all start stroking me off, leaning in to catch as much of my upcoming load on their faces as they can. Their hooves are nice and soft, though I honestly preferred their mouths (and Flutterbat's pussy)--but then again, the scenario is the fun part. They're all so eager to get a load of me that they have to fight just to find enough space to give me a hoofjob--

"Hrrngh!"

And there I go. Arcs of pearly white seed fly over their faces, leaving brilliant streaks in their manes, making Flutterbat squeak and recoil in surprise. Flutterpunk shoots me a knowing wink as she gets some in her mouth and swallows. And Fluttergoth...well, she kinda just lets it happen. Doesn't even try to stop it from getting on her dress.

I flop backwards, spent.

"Had fun, Anonymous?" Discord says, from the sidelines.

"How--d'you know--"

"Oh, your name? Honestly, you humans are so un-original. Every human that's ever come here has been Anonymous. That, or a total nutjob. Can't imagine what it's like to be that crazy," he says, as he casually sips glass out of a chocolate-milk cup. Classic Discord, being exactly as predictable as usual.

"...would you shut up."

"Mmmnope. Cue the music!"

"Is it at least the Eurobeat Brony version--" The largest rack of speakers I've ever seen appear out of thin air, and I get my answer. No. No, it is not.

"DISCOOOOOOOOORD!"