Togashi's Tales - A List of Request Fics

Chapters

Futajack
Most Wonderful of Nights
Pebbles and Sand
A Gilded Cage
Vessel
A Willing Toy
Blurred
Be a Good Little Pony
A Princely Diversion

Futajack

Applebloom/Applejack wincest futa

The sun hung low in the sky as it shone down brightly on the crisp autumn afternoon. At Sweet Apple Acres, row upon row of apple trees swayed lazily in the breeze. Precious red fruit hung low, perfectly ripened and ready for harvest. The orange pony grinned as she sized the tree up. Her haunches tightened, the lean ropey muscles tensing. With a sudden release, she sent them bucking out swiftly behind her.

THWACK! The twin hooves left two shallow impressions on the bark, violently shaking the tree. With a grunt of satisfaction, she watched the red spheres drop like rain. A yellow filly giggled as she ran back and forth, trying to catch as many as possible in her crude wicker basket. Her bigger sister scooped up the ones she missed, deftly tossing them into the moving container.

Applejack wiped her brow with a hoof. Looking at the horizon, she saw the long shadows reach out as the sun began to descend out of sight. She motioned warmly to the small filly. They both headed back to the house, tired but satisfied at the work they had finished.

"You did a real great job today, sugarcube." Applejack said softly later that night as the family relaxed around the dining table. "You're gettin' to be a grown up mare. I'm proud of ya." The orange mare kissed her softly on the forehead as Applebloom beamed. "But that don't mean you can stay up past your bedtime!" Applejack continued with a smirk. "Now off to bed with you, it's a big day tomorrow, and fillies need their rest."

Applebloom nodded obediently. Just receiving her sister's praise was enough. She had wanted to help with the applebucking for so long, and this year she finally had a big role. The small filly smiled to herself as she walked up to her room. Snuggling into the soft blanket, she closed her eyes and anxiously thought ahead to the next day.

A shrill cry caused Applejack to jump out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a hoof as she walked down the hallway. Trying to track the sound, she walked past her little sister's door. She heard sobbing, muffled by the thick oak door.

As she nudged the door open with her muzzle, she spied the small filly curled up on the floor crying, her tears running down her face and soaking her small hooves. Approaching her sister, Applejack saw a crimson stain on her lower leg. She glanced at the bed, and noticed a similar color painted on the checked bedspread. Immediately realizing what happened, she softly placed a hoof on the sobbing foal, stroking her back softly. "Now now, little filly, you ain't got nothing to worry about. It's somethin' every gals got to go through. You dry those tears now sugarcube, and let's get you cleaned up."

Big Mac poked his head inside the door. Applejack glanced over at him. "Just some mare problems, Big Mac. Ah've got it covered."

"Eeyup." The stallion walked off back to bed, grateful to not have to deal with such potentially embarrassing issues.

Applejack left for a moment and came back with a damp rag. She made no request, instead simply flipped the filly over, causing her legs to splay open and expose her completely to the orange earth pony. She cleaned her sister in a businesslike manner, scrubbing the blood out of her soft felt-like coat. Applebloom had stopped crying, letting out only a sniffle here and there. She gasped when Applejack ran the rough cloth over her small slit, but made no effort to close her legs.

"There we go, one clean little filly!" Applejack flipped her over and patted her on the rump. Turning to the bed, she pulled the soiled cover off with her teeth, and replaced it with a fresh one from the cedar chest at the foot of the bed. "Now, you try to get some sleep, Applebloom. We'll talk about it in the mornin'. Just remember, you've got nothin' to be ashamed of. It happens to every mare."

"Al...alright." Applebloom sniffled. She crawled under the new blanket. As she rested her head on the pillow once more, her big sister kissed her softly on the forehead. She already felt a little better.

The sun streamed in through the windows, gently spilling onto the sleeping filly's strawberry mane. She blinked her eyes open slowly. Immediately a hoof shot down between her legs, but to her relief, she hd no further incidents during the night. Sighing in relief, Applebloom quietly snuck downstairs, trying to remain invisible. The embarrassment from last night still weighed on her, and she didn't feel like talking to anypony, even Applejack.

As the foal snuck outside, she looked in through the kitchen window and noticed her family arguing. Big Mac seemed especially angry, and banged his hooves down loudly on the dining room table. Eventually Granny Smith waved her hoof at him and he clopped off angrily.

"Well that was mighty strange." The filly said to herself. She headed towards the barn, still feeling gloomy over the nights events. Grabbing a weathered pitchfork, she started shoveling hay onto a wagon for the sheep.

"Hey there Applebloom!" Her sister called out happily from the barn doors. Upon seeing the filly spin around, she seemed slightly surprised. "Why, you look more depressed than a grasshopper in wintertime. What's got ya down, filly? Did you want to talk about last night?"

The little foal looked at the ground. She nodded her head. "I guess so, big sis."

Applejack smiled sweetly at her, and closed the barn door. "Well let's just make sure we got some privacy, and you tell me all about it." She walked towards the little filly, her eyes shining with anticipation. "You're becoming a mare now, AB, and that's a right big problem for me. All sorts of colts are gonna be after ya, an' I just can't stand to see my sis treated like that. So us Apples have a way of dealin' with it."

She was getting a little too close to the foal now. Applebloom felt slightly uncomfortable at her sister's words. Backing up slightly, her flank bumped into a bale of hay, and her face turned up to meet the other pony's gaze, her eyes growing wider. "Wh...what do you mean sis?"

"We're gonna put a bun in that oven, sugarcube. Ain't much ta explain." Applejack was nearly on top of her now. "We Apples keep it in the family."

Applebloom slunk backwards as much as she could, trying to retreat from her sister. She wanted to cry, but held it back. She felt the course hay poking her as she backed against it. Still searching for some kindness in Applejack's eyes, the filly felt her heart start to race.

The orange mare reached out with her forehoof, gently smoothing down her sister's strawberry mane. "Now now, AB, it ain't all bad. We'll treat ya like a proper lady. An' I even talked to Granny and made a little deal. With you bein' such a little filly, Big Mac isn't going near you for a couple years."

The filly was nearly petrified now as she realized what was going to happen. Icy fear built in the pit of her stomach and started to fill her. "But sis..." She whimpered.

Applejack continued on, as if no one was talking. "Now, Braeburn, his apples don't fall on the right side of the tree, if you get me. So I reckon that only leaves one pony that fits the bill." She reached a hoof behind her, and pulled out a well used lasso.

"Who are ya talking about, sis? You're scaring me."

Applejack rustled her mane playfully. "Why, nopony else but the best sister in Ponyville! I'll make sure all those dirty colts leave my lil' sis alone."

"But...but...you're a mare!" The filly's face was streaked with tears now as she started to break down.

Applejack gave her a sly wink. "Don't ya worry about that, AB. I snuck a book about potions from Twilight, and Zecora fixed me up with everythin' I needed. Just a drink later and I'm all set!" She turned and lifted a leg, showing off her growing black member. It was already six inches long and still growing more erect. It come as a complete set apparently, with two large balls hanging down. Applebloom wasn't exactly an authority on penises, but it certainly looked real enough to her.

"It's still a mite sensitive. Seems like my clit mighta gotten mixed up in there somehow. Either way, can't say I ain't looking forward to this. Never do get to see things from Mac's point of view." The mare spoke in a slightly more commanding voice now. "Turn around, missy, and lift that tail. I ain't got all day an' I'm itchin' to get started."

Pure panic overcame the foal. She couldn't understand why her closest friend in the world was acting like this. Applebloom found her hooves suddenly, and tried to bolt.

"Yeehaaw! It's filly roundup time!" yelled Applejack, chasing the scrambling foal. She twirled her lasso expertly, and let it fly. Just missing the front hooves of the fleeing pony, it still looped neatly around her two rear legs, stopping the filly in midair and causing her to crash to the hay covered floor. She glanced back in terror as she saw her big sis pulling in the line, a look of glee on her face. Applebloom scratched frantically with her front hooves, trying desperately to get away. It wasn't until she felt the warm breath of her sister on the small of her neck that she froze again.

Applejack ran her muzzle along the soft fur of her small sister, smelling her deeply. "Mmmm. Still sorta smells like apples." She whispered. "How'd ya'll know that turned me on, sis?" She nibbled the back of Applebloom's neck, working her way up to her ears, softly nipping at them as she nuzzled her mane playfully.

She nearly completely forgot herself until she felt the tip of her new equipment meet the smooth skin of the filly's nearly bald inner thighs. The sensation of pushing the tip between the foal's tied hind legs, pushing between the two barely formed breasts, surprised Applejack with it's intensity. Applebloom felt the intruder prodding at her most intimate places and started crying softly. "Why are you doing this sis? I want this to stop. It feels weird!"

"Hush now, or I'll have to slap a muzzle on that mouth of yours." Applejack shot back. She was entranced by the sight of her black shaft poking the small pony's crotch. She moved the tip up and down along the opening, drenching it with her flowing precum. She laughed a bit as she thought to herself. 'Always have been a gusher, guess it carried over to the new unit.'

"Now you keep that tail up like a proper little lady. Won't take but a minute, AB." Applejack was not a trained stallion. This might as well have been her first time. She struggled awkwardly finding the filly's tight hole. The first thrust glanced off to the left. "Well consarnit, how do stallions get in there, anyways." She tried again, only to push off and under the opening, thrusting between the filly's thighs again. "Son of a...!" Applejack backed out carefully, and positioned the pulsing head at the entrance once more. This time, she reached a hoof back and held the hot shaft as she pushed forward. The head resisted for a moment, then entered a few inches suddenly, popping the the filly's cherry.

Applebloom struggled slightly, but found she couldn't move with the strong earth pony on top of her. She went limp again with a small groan. "Shhhh sugarcube, the hard parts over. Now just relax and let yer big sis handle everythin'" Applejack whispered in her ear, giving it another playful nip.

She found she didn't need to be quite as gentle as she thought. Her cock was stimulated so much from the tight opening and the new sensations, she literally was oozing out precum into the youngster, making her slow progress much easier. Applejack couldn't believe the tight smoothness, the heat, that assailed her member. She almost grew jealous of Big Mac and some of her cousins, remembering the look of pleasure on their faces as they finished in her. Wasn't fair at all, she figured. She definitely was doing this again.

Taking slow thrusts, she worked her way slowly inside the little filly. She was surprised to find she got the whole length inside before meeting any more resistance. "My, you sure are a deep little thing, AB. You're gonna make a lot of good foals!" Applejack pulled out and hilted herself again, drawing a low moan from Applebloom. It was hard to tell if the filly was enjoying herself or not, but in the end, she didn't really care. This felt too good to worry about anything else.

The orange pony sped up her thrusts. Every time she pushed back inside, she could feel the walls of the filly cunt grasp her tightly, spasming on her member. If it was possible the opening had gotten warmer. She felt ecstasy spreading through her as she felt her still present marehood start positively gushing, drenching her inner thighs and back legs in her juice. She was panting, unable to bear the intense sensations flowing through her body.

One last powerful thrust, and she felt a powerful pressure build through her dick, pushing itself as if seeking the warm insides of Applebloom. Her cockhead pulsed violently, her first spurt erupting into the filly's uterus, spraying her insides with the mare's spunk. Applejack found herself trying to push further inside however possible, trying to thrust her pulsing tool as deep as she could. Every jet of sperm she fired brought electricity through her own cunt, rolling over her in waves of orgasmic bliss. She had originally planned to be gentle, but now she rutted the filly for all she was worth.

When her sis stopped thrusting for a moment, time seemed to stand still for Applebloom. She had been mostly silent, but when she felt the first hot jet of sperm fill her up, she gasped and went stiff. The feeling made her feel disgusted and lustful at the same time. She didn't like the way she felt, but at the same time she knew there was little she could do about it.

Applejack finally collapsed on top of the filly, panting as she tried to recover from the powerful series of orgasms. She could feel Applebloom stirring under her, and rolled to the side, her limp member pulling out of the filly with a soft plop.

Standing to her feet, she stood the young pony up on wobbly legs. Applejack helped her find her balance, the filly still finding her bearings after the intense experience. "Alright now, turn around for me, AB." The pony looked down at the ground, not daring to disobey. Applejack lifted her strawberry colored tail, and examined her swollen cunt. A small amount of her cum dribbled out, but she seemed satisfied she had had rutted her sister properly.

"Now tomorrow, I want you to report here to the barn after you're done with school. We're gonna put an apple pie in there every day til' I'm satisfied you're knocked up. Now git, ya'll still got yer chores to do, little missy." She slapped the filly playfully on her flank. Applebloom didn't need to be told twice. She turned on her hooves and was gone.

Applejack looked down and admired her glistening member. She didn't know how long this enchantment would last, but she already knew she was looking forward to tomorrow.

Most Wonderful of Nights

Luna/Pip shota

"Nightmare Moon."

The small foal near whispered the name. It had taken some time to work up the courage to start in the first place. No one would have ever known if he chickened out. Now he wanted to continue though. As if to prove to himself it wouldn't work.

"Nightmare Moon."

The words were a little bolder now. They echoed slightly in the small bathroom. As per instructions from the older foals at school, the room was completely dark save for one small flash light. He held it in front of his face, eerily illuminating his brown spotted face.

"Nightmare Moon!"

He nearly shrieked the last part as he dropped the flashlight and covered his face with quivering hooves. He peeked out from between them. The room looked the same. It appeared the princess of the night hadn't come after all. He sighed a little as he flipped the switch on.

"I was so sure it would work." Pipsqueak grumbled as he walked off down the hall to his room. He eyed his costume for the upcoming holiday. It was a real policecolts uniform, complete with a cap gun and handcuffs. Pip lost count of how many times he had tried it on, and how many times his mother scolded him about wearing it out before Nightmare Night. Deciding she couldn't be angry if he just wore the belt, he grabbed it in his tiny muzzle and fitted it around his waist.

He loved pretending to be a cop and arresting imaginary criminals. Sometimes he even got in shoot outs and used his cap gun to return fire. His mother watched him race around the house with a smile on his face. She was glad to see him so happy. The last year after moving to Ponyville had really been hard on the little pony. Pip wasn't very good at making friends, and he really hadn't met many other foals yet.

"Mom, can I go out and play a bit?" He asked his mother, carefully placing his cap gun into it's holster.

"I suppose so. Promise to be careful with that belt though. I dont want you losing your costume before Nightmare Night even comes!"

He had already turned and ran for the door, his tail waving wildly as he clopped out of the house. "Thanks Mom!"

Out in the yard, the sun floated lazily in the sky, casting short shadows on the ground. The leaves clung tenaciously to the old oak tree near the house. Pip ran around the tree, pretending he was chasing a dangerous dognapper to his hideout. Just as he felt he was about to make an arrest, the foal heard a carriage off in the distance. A rare occurrence, he watched with excitement as the large vehicle wound through the city streets.

It was pulled by two nearly black armor clad guards. Their strength was obvious as they ran, not showing fatigue at all on their stoic faces. The black and purple carriage neared, and Pip saw a familiar figure sitting poised regally upon the plush seat. The small pony was completely in shock and amazement. He had seen the princess once before, but not in the light. Her mane sparkled brilliantly in the sun, and she looked every bit the ruler as she sat stoically on the carriage.

'Maybe my chant in the bathroom worked!' The spotted foal thought excitedly.

The princess was slightly surprised at the lack of turnout in the small town, but welcomed the limited attention. She didn't enjoy traveling in the daytime. Normally the mare would have been getting up soon, not thinking about going to bed. Spending the day traveling in the jostling carriage had been tiring, and left her hot and bothered. She was really looking forward to some relaxation.

As they passed through town, she did spy one little pony that looked oddly familiar. She couldn't place the name, but he certainly looked happy to see her. Luna gave him a small smile. At least some pony was happy to see her.

Pip didn't miss the small acknowledgment. He blushed slightly, finding it hard to contain a boyish giggle. His hooves started moving on their own, as he followed the elaborate carriage. He found he just had to meet his favorite princess again. There was something mysterious about her.

He didn't have to go far. Just ten houses down, the carriage stopped, in front of the large house of the mayor. Pip tried to stay hidden as he watched the princess elegantly step down and enter the door. The colt found himself drawn to that building. He had to get inside. There was something dangerous and exciting about getting to meet her again.

Darting between houses, the colt worked his way to the side of the mayor's house. He glanced up, seeing a small balcony above him. A gnarled tree grew up next to it, branching off over the house. 'That just might work.' He thought, stroking his chin with a hoof thoughtfully. He snorted and screwed his face into a look of determination.

Inside, Luna was grateful to be rid of the mayor. The mare could hardly stop babbling about how excited she was the princess was in town and how much different this year's festival would be. Luna collapsed on the bed, sighing loudly. At least the bed was comfortable. It should be though; the mayor had given the princess her own bedroom.

Kicking off her hoof adornments, she settled back on the cream colored satin blanket, trying to let the tension flow out of her. The ride had been rough. Roads out in this area were a far cry from the carefully maintained cobblestone paths of Canterlot. She felt a stirring in her loins nearly the entire ride, but in the open carriage there was nothing she could do about it.

She intended to remedy that now.

Softly dragging her left forehoof over her breasts, she felt her sex winking in anticipation. The hooftip reached her opening, and she could feel her heat coming off the silky, pink lips. It had been like this since she had gotten back to Equestria. After a thousand years, the presence of males had left her in a near constant state of arousal, as if her body was trying to make up for lost time.

Lightly applying her magic, she tickled her clit as she caressed her pink folds. The stimulation was intense after spending so much time sitting in the carriage in a state of denied pleasure. She sighed as her hips thrust upwards, seeking more purchase from her hoof.

Outside on the balcony, the little colt was confused. The princess looked like she was in pain, but she was doing it to herself. She was touching her private place, something Pip's mother said was wrong. The colt also knew he wasn't supposed to look there either. But the princess was holding her legs open, showing him everything. And for some reason he couldn't look away. He edged closer, seeking a better view as he peered around the corner through the french doors.

He could see every detail of her from his hiding spot. The very thought of watching a mare, a princess no less, in such a way excited him to no end. His little heart was beating quickly, as he watched her tease and play with herself. The foal could see her inner thighs were growing slick with some strange liquid. He watched the slow rise and fall of her smooth chest. Watched the perfect little teats perched between her velvet covered inner thighs. He didn't even realize his fully erect member push out of his sheath.

Luna was nearly there. If there was one thing she had learned in her banishment, it was how to pleasure herself. She expertly touched her most sensitive areas nestled closely inside her cunt, brushing them ever so slightly, and then coming back with more and more force until she couldn't stand it anymore. She rubbed her juices over herself greedily, coating her thighs in her own sticky marecum.

She felt herself closing in. Concentrating on the base of her clit with her magic, she stroked it up and down hard, as if tickling it with her imaginary fingers. She thrust her hooftip in roughly, seeking the more hidden areas of her now throbbing marehood. Luna felt the familiar feeling build up, as her silky walls started pulsing around her hoof, her clitoral hood opening and closing quickly as she lost control of her senses below the waist. Her hips bucked ever so slightly, as she let out a series of quick moans as she let the feelings wash over her. In the throes of her orgasm, she opened her eyes and for a brief second she saw him. The little white and brown spotted foal watching her.

She didn't avert her gaze. She focused on him, watching her as she felt the orgasm fade. She was panting slightly as she kept looking into his eyes. He didn't run away. Luna brought her dripping hoof to her face and licked at it playfully, never looking away from the small colt. She finished cleaning her juices off the pristine purple forehoof, and flipped herself over on the bed, flipping her tail over her haunches, covering herself. "Are thou planning on sitting out on the balcony all afternoon?" Luna said loudly to the entranced foal. She had been working on her speech, but still slipped into the old colloquialisms from time to time. He didn't respond right away. It took him a moment to gather himself together after watching such a show.

Pip wasn't sure what to do at all. He had been caught doing something very naughty, that much he knew. His first thought was to run as fast as he could. But this was the princess! She certainly could catch him, or knew who he was already. Pip was also a good little foal. He did what he was told and tried to always do the right thing. He decided he should just accept his punishment like a colt.

Pushing the door fully open, he trudged into the room with his head hung so low it was impossible to be cross at him. "I...I'm sorry ma'am." Pip said meekly. "I shouldn't have been spying on you, Miss Luna." He looked up at her, his face nearly in tears. "I didn't know if you remembered me from last Nightmare Night. I just wanted to come see you again, honest. You are my favorite princess after all."

Hearing this, Luna did remember the little foal slightly. His odd dialect was hard to forget. "Well...thou are correct thou should not have been spying on us without our permission. But if thou truly wanted to see us, thou only had to ask." Luna said. She muttered under her breath, "Not many ponies want to see their princess these days."

"I'm really sorry I snuck onto the balcony, Miss Luna. I didn't think the guards would let me in." He shuffled a hoof errantly, glancing down at the wood floor. "So I climbed up the tree to come talk to you. Are you here for Nightmare Night? I have my costume all ready and everything!" He pulled his toy pistol out of it's holster proudly.

For the first time all day, Luna smiled widely at the small colt. Her grin seemed to disarm him, and he felt instantly more at ease. "Well, we would not want to do anything to anger an officer of the law. Would thou like to sit with us a while? We have not had anypony to talk to all day." She patted the bed next to her. The little foal was only too delighted to jump up beside her.

He looked a little sheepish however, as he averted his gaze from her. He really wanted to know, but wasn't sure how to ask. "Um...Miss Luna?"

"Yes, my little pony?"

"What were you doing when I was on the balcony? You...you don't have to tell me. I know I wasn't sposed' to be watching."

The princess blushed slightly. She knew this was a different era, and foals were not used to such sights. At the same time, she had seen his obvious erection. Luna would be lying to herself if she didn't say she wanted it.

"Pip, have thou ever touched yourself? We have been so lonely for so very long. It is the only way we know of to bring ourselves pleasure." She noticed he was still uncomfortable. He wasn't looking at her, instead, his gaze was looking at the floor, a reddish tint to his features in his embarrassment. "It is okay to be afraid, Pip. We understand that thou has not felt such feelings before. It is a different time. In our era, foals were much more open to such pleasures." Luna could not help but notice his member growing as she talked to him.

"It was not uncommon for a colt of your age to be rutting a full grown mare. Foals were prized for their stamina, and there was little chance of pregnancy." She reached out her hoof, ruffling his brown mane. "It may surprise thou, Pip. Your princess has been with many foals in her time. They were so energetic and curious. Exploring every inch of our royal body."

Luna could feel her desire flooding over her again. Remembering the old times, when no colt or mare was beyond her influence. With but a motion of her hoof, she could bring any pony to her chambers for an evening. As she looked down on the tiny foal, she thought to herself. There was no reason the old ways had to completely disappear. No one would know if she went farther with him. And she knew any pony would feel fortunate to be with their princess. Her cunt's throbbing heat encouraged her to go along with this plan.

"Miss Luna...I really think I should go. I'm so very sorry I spied on you. I need to get home." Pip said softly.

"But Pip, you just arrived." Luna flicked her tail to the side, exposing her marehood to the small foal. He found his eyes locked to it. The folds winked open and closed, as if beckoning him to enter. He was nearly hypnotized. "If thou stay, we are sure your princess can make it worth your time."

She trailed a hoof slowly over to the foal, and for the first time she felt him. Luna rested her hoof on his side, and felt his tiny breaths, quickened by the situation. Running down his side, she reached his leg, and followed it inside as she cupped his small testicles. The sudden sensation of her hoof on his most private place caused the foal to panic. He tried to jump from the bed, but the alicorn was too fast for him. She held him down with her magic, as his legs thrashed uselessly under him.

"Shhh, shhh Pip. Do not worry. We promise to make it very enjoyable. Thou must understand, it has been so very long." Luna held the tiny pony in midair as he still struggled to escape. It was so adorable! She reached under his bucking legs and grasped his colthood firmly. Immediately Pip stopped thrashing, feeling the firm grip on his most private place.

"Please Pip, realize your princess has always loved all stallions." She ran a hoof along the small member, coaxing it further out of it's tiny sheath. "But we have always desired foals over all others." Directing a bit of magic on the small shaft, she teased it underneath the small cockhead, bringing forth a small whimper from Pip. Luna was pleased as she felt all her old desires return to her.

"Miss...Miss Luna. Please. Don't touch me there." Pip whimpered as he was held helplessly in midair.

Luna ignored him as she worked her hoof up and down the small spotted shaft. The sensation was so strange to the young colt. The moon princess masturbated him quickly, bringing forth small gasps from the young foal. He could feel small bursts of pleasure from his crotch, but the sensations were so intense and new that he was having trouble dealing with them.

"Thou will give your princess an offering." She said, her voice working into a frenzy. "Your princess desires your seed, my little foal!"

Pip's mind was completely clouded over. He felt like what he was doing was the most naughty thing he had ever done. But the feelings from his young cock were overriding all common sense. His hips were thrusting of their own accord.

The princess picked up on his physical ques, and moved her hoof to his small ballsack. She played her hooftip on it, teasing it. Directing her magic on the shaft, she circled it and worked it hard back and forth, bringing for more whimpers from the small pony. She wouldn't relent, stroking him hard as she entertained herself fondling his hairless sack. Pip found himself feeling as if he had to pee, and looked around frantically for a restroom or some escape from his predicament.

"Miss Luna...please stop. I need to pee."

She ignored him. He couldn't move from this spot anyways. His naivety only served to turn her on more. Luna stroked him faster, positioning her maw in front of his member, reaching out her tongue to lap at the tip.

The feeling of the mare tickling his small cockhead was too much for the foal. He felt his small sack contract as he came for the first time in his young life. His shaft spasmed as his cock spurt onto the face of the princess. Pip looked down, and could see a few drops of thin liquid splatter onto her face. He immediately panicked, thinking he had peed on his beloved princess.

Luna was overjoyed. It had been so long since she had tasted a foal. In this current society it was looked down upon. But her desires couldn't be sated with mere thoughts. As soon as she felt his small cock decorate her muzzle with his seed, she felt herself lost in a haze of desire. She lapped at her face, trying to taste all of his offering. She rubbed at her muzzle with her hoof, smearing it over her fine coat, delighting in the smell.

She went in closer, Pip feeling her breath on his cock, as she nuzzled it violently. She worked her tongue over the length, taking all of his essence into her.

"Mmmm, the best thing about foals, Pip." She said lustily, her face buried in his crotch. "Thou are so eager to please. Look at how your member stands at attention again. An homage to it's princess."

Luna's eye caught something, and her mouth turned up in a twisted grin. She used her magic to levitate Pip's toy handcuffs out of his still present policecolt belt. His eyes watched the small shiny cuffs as they touched his forehooves for but a brief second, before wrapping around them and clicking in place. He struggled for a moment, finding them quite secure, holding his hooves in place as Luna brought her attention to his lower body.

She started licking him slowly, dragging her tongue from his small testes to the tip of his member, deliberately teasing him, causing the small foal to squirm cutely on the bedspread. Luna would kiss the small cockhead occasionally, bringing small gasps from Pip as he started to feel the familiar feeling of sexual excitement wash over his underage body.

Luna could wait no longer. She pushed the foal forcefully under her, and positioned her winking sex over his now stiff rod. Pip found his voice, although he spoke in a soft, subdued voice. "Are...are you going to gobble me up, Miss Luna?"

A fiendish look of delight flashed over he face. "Yes, my dear Pipsqueak. But do not worry. I think thou will enjoy it."

Before he could protest, the princess lowered herself swiftly on his member, embracing it in her warm snatch. She grunted as the walls contracted on the young foal, squeezing him tightly. Pip could barely do anything but gape as the silky folds enveloped him. He had heard of sex before, but before today, had no idea how it actually worked. The crash course he was receiving was more than he could have ever hoped for.

His tiny squeaks excited the princess. She thought back to those years long ago that she found such pleasure with the palace concubines. It came rolling over her now, as she focused on taking what she needed from this foal. She concentrated on her snatch, flexing it as tight as she could against the small member, milking it into herself.

Luna's juices flowed freely, dripping off Pip's hairless sack and splattering on the satin bedspread. She thrust herself back against her young lover, delighting in the stamina of the young foal. Pip felt the pleasurable feeling coming again. Rather than fear it, he felt himself seeking it this time. Pipsqueak wanted to feel it again. He thrust himself awkwardly into the purple alicorn, his inexperience showing as he desperately probed her warm depths, seeking release.

He felt her warmth against his balls. Pip could take no more. His small rod jerked suddenly, as he let out a soft moan, emptying his small load into her snatch. Luna felt the jet of cum enter her, and it pushed her over. She gripped his dick tightly as her cunt rippled against him, her juice flooding against the foal, and drenching the bedspread.

Pip found he could do little but lay still and bask in the intense feelings. Luna reached over and nuzzled her little lover happily. She had not felt this satisfied in a very long time. The princess couldn't remember the last time she had coupled with any male at all. The act made her feel fulfilled as a mare.

Pip had turned away from her, curling into a small ball. He still wore the small cuffs, binding his forehooves together. "Miss Luna...I want to go home."

Luna scotched over, spooning the foal against her soft body. She kissed the back of his head, nuzzling his mane strongly as she held him against her. "Thou will go home, my little foal. But tonight, you are Nightmare Moon's." She reached in, nibbling his ear softly. "You are all mine, on this most wonderful of nights."

Pebbles and Sand

Inkie/Blinkie wincest

Somewhere in the night, alone in a stucco farmhouse, a small pony clutched her blanket tightly around her. She didn’t feel cold, and yet she shivered against the night. At her young age she should have nothing to fear. But reality can be unkind. And now it was crushing down on her, threatening to suffocate the young filly.

Life had been so simple for her just a few months ago. The biggest problem for the sisters of the Pie family had been finding some small glimmer of excitement in the boring Rambling Rock hills. And now the young Inkie found herself tending over the hurt of her sister abandoning her, and protecting her young sister, as well as herself.

She shifted restlessly on the lumpy mattress, unable to sleep. The grey foal buried her head into the rough cotton pillow, seeking sleep’s release from her worries. She found her mind wandering back to where it always did. She thought of that unforgettable day when Pinkie abandoned them.

She really couldn’t blame her. When Inkie looked back, it really was ridiculous. They worked on a rock farm, for Celestia’s sake. There probably wasn’t a more boring place on the planet. By this time Pinkie was probably off somewhere throwing her parties every day.

And meanwhile her and Blinkie were stuck here.

With the rocks.

Very faintly off in the hallway, Inkie heard hoofsteps. She instinctively froze, trying to bury her head into the pillow, willing herself to be invisible. The heavy hooves of her father stepped up to the door, and for a moment she could hear him breathing, peering into the keyhole. The stink of his alcoholic breath was noticeable even across the room.

Inkie peered over at her slumbering sister. For the first time that evening, she felt fear for her. Their father had never touched her, but he had become increasingly imbalanced since Pinkie had left. There was no telling what he may do.

The sharp scrape of metal caused her ears to twitch, her eyes darting towards the door. She sighed softly. He was merely locking them in again. The act that at one time may have frightened her, now brought solace. She settled back into her pillow, realizing it now felt a hundred times softer. Even the thin piece of oak that separated the sleeping foals from their father brought her peace. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before the grey foal was fast asleep.

In her dreams, Inkie would often be forced to live through events she hated. This night was no exception.

In this dream she was some sort of a noblepony, in a gallery of her peers. At the stage, a small pink filly was led out, restrained with a heavy chain. At first Inkie felt disgust at the scene. But more and more, she felt like joining in with the other ponies, jeering the poor foal on stage. Eventually they were worked into a frenzy, calling for her to be hung, or worse.

As one often does, Inkie had no control over her dream. But in the back of her mind, she was happy. If one could see her, laying there in her bed, they could swear she was smiling.

Eventually her dream reached a climax, as a hooded figure appeared on the stage, and looped a heavy rope around the pink pony’s neck. The earth pony eyed her sister pitifully, but said nothing. Inkie could clearly visualize giving the sign to drop the stool, causing the victim to fall and dangle from the rope, ending her life sharply as her neck snapped.

And then, the grey pony was awake. She sat motionless in her bed, sensing the first rays of sunlight penetrating the thin curtains of the room. Inkie recalled her dream vividly. It was possibly the one thing the foal had a perfect memory of. Glancing over at her sister, her purple coat glowing in the soft light of dawn, Inkie felt no remorse. She did hate Pinkie for what had happened to them. But she didn’t have time to worry about it. She knew she had to do whatever was needed for her and her sister to survive.

The one nice part about the hard work was that it took the pony's mind off of things. She and Blinkie were working the North field today. It was one of the harder fields there was. The stones here were still rough and large. For a foal, the boulders could cut their hooves if they weren't careful. Inkie reminded her smaller sister to be careful. They worked together, but said little as the sun edged farther above them, bringing with it an unwelcome heat.

Most people probably thought the Pies were stupid hill folk, and laughed at the idea of a rock farm. But in reality, their father was a savvy pony. The stones they dug up would get pushed around on the rough gravel filled ground, wearing them down smooth. All manner of construction companies needed the stone for building roads and walls. The gravel and sand could be collected and sold to mortar companies. And frequently they would even find precious stones in the rough rocks.

Inkie often looked at her life and compared it to the stones she pushed. Slowly pushed along, grinding down until nothing was left.

"Inkie." Her little sister said quietly. "Can we take a break now for lunch? My hoof hurts." The small purple pony held out her forehoof. The edges were worn and cracked, and it bled slightly from under her fetlocks.

"Yes, we can sis. Just go sit down. You're going to hurt yourself if you keep walking on that."

Inkie walked over and retrieved her plain linen saddlebags, containing their lunch. Carefully she ripped a long strip from the flap, bringing it with her to the resting foal. Without saying a word, she wrapped the hoof in the rough linen, gently stroking the soft fur and making Blinkie forget all about the pain.

"Thanks." She said, inspecting the job. She settled back down on the small patch of grass, resting her head between her hooves. "What's for lunch?"

Inkie nosed through her bags. "Looks like...lettuce sandwiches, and some honey scones." She laid the spartan lunch out. They ate in silence.

Blinkie eventually broke the silence. "Lunch is sure a lot quieter since Pinkie left." As she spoke, she couldn't see the hurt on her sister's face. "Do you think she's okay? I really miss her. When will she come back?"

The grey foal blinked a tear out of eye, her bangs hiding her eyes from her sister. "I thought we talked about this. She's gone, sis. Don't talk about her again." Her eyes trailed down to the ground as she hoofed at a sandwich listlessly. "She's not coming back."

After lunch, Inkie insisted her sister stay put under the tree. She'd finish the field herself. Working with extra effort, the pony moved the rocks with stoic determination, her coat soon drenched with sweat. She knew what might happen if the work wasn't completed.

From behind her current boulder, Inkie heard a sudden commotion. Immediately dropping what she was doing, she looked for her sister. She was still under the tree. Only now their father was grasping her painfully by the mane. As he held her up, Inkie could see her writhe and struggle in his grip. She raced over to her side.

"Worthless foal!" He yelled at the purple pony. "Git yer worthless flank out in that field!" He thrust her sharply towards the crops, knocking her onto her back. She covered her face instinctively, her small body already shaking from the stress of the situation.

Inkie threw herself between the two, her face emotionless. "Stop it! I told her to rest, she hurt herself. She's too young to work all day!"

The tan pony's face screwed up into an evil smirk. "Are yew telling me what I can't do, lil' missy?" He advanced on her. As he got close, Inkie closed her eyes and braced herself. But to her surprise, no blow came.

"It's a mite obvious ya don't give a damn about me teachin' ya any lessons." He pushed her out of the way easily. She didn't open her eyes, and she didn't fight him. Inkie barely found the strength to stand. "Now, yer sister here, I think we still got a chance to teach her a bit of manners." The small foal cowered before the powerful colt. He may be past his prime, but their father worked the rock fields for his entire life. His muscles were lean and powerful, rippling under his balding coat.

He looked down sternly, any hint of compassion gone from his face. "Get ta the barn, Blinkie."

It took her a moment to gather herself enough to move. Slowly she slunk off towards the barn, her head hanging down dejectedly. Her father walked behind, taking in the foal's misery. He easily flung the door open, watching her walk inside, then closing it behind them. Inkie looked him in the eyes before the door shut, her eyes pleading with him. She saw no mercy in him.

Blinkie stood alone in the middle of the dirt floored barn. It had been a long time since they had kept animals, and the inside was covered in dust and cobwebs, smelling of musty disuse. She heard her father looking for something behind her, but realized she didn't want to turn around.

"Ya know Blinkie, I really wish I didn't hafta do this." He looked over the leather harnesses he used to use to hook up oxen to pull the heavy field plow. "Ever since yer sister ran from me though, I reckon I've been a mite too easy on yew girls." He ran a hoof over a long strip of rough leather. It's surface was worn down, but it was thick and strong still. "I never forgave myself for not keepin' her in line, Blinkie. Ain't gonna make that mistake twice." He took the strap down from it's hook, and snapped it between his two hooves.

"Lift up that tail, missy."

The foal was openly weeping now. There was no hesitation though as she lifted her roughly cut grey tail, exposing herself to her father. She buried her head in her front hooves, feeling the soft earth under her chin, slightly damp from her tears. He stood expressionless behind her, bringing the leather strip back, and cracking it forward, catching her across the exposed filly's small snatch and flanks.

She didn't cry out. The pain was almost so sharp that it froze her sobs in her throat. Blinkie found all she could do was take sharp, fast breaths as he continued his assault.

The sharp cracks of leather meeting her soft skin were accentuated by the empty, cavernous barn. He gave her six strikes in the end, aiming them across her flanks, until her bottom stung. Even after he was finished, she remained hunched over, not sure what to do. Her father sighed as he tossed the leather away. "You may get up."

Blinkie slowly got up, her legs slightly wobbly. She didn't look at her father; just kept her head down as she sniveled and tried to blink away tears. The foal walked towards the door, but stopped when she found her father blocking the path. "Yer not done yet, missy." From her vantage point, she could see only his brown member, throbbing and twitching as she stared at it. She knew from Pinkie and Inkie what was happening now, and her eyes were wide with fear.

Outside, Inkie could hear all the strikes of the leather strap. She could hear her sister choking back her sobs and tears. But the worst of all was the dead silence afterwards. She knew that silence all too well.

Blinkie stared straight ahead, her face streaked with tears, as her own father placed a tan hoof on her head, forcing her muzzle to the end of his shaft. It already dripped precum as if it anticipated the filly’s warm mouth, poking her in the face as she struggled against it. The colt, well used to dealing with uncooperative foals, swiftly yanked her mane, causing a sharp gasp of pain. He jammed his flared cock into his daughter’s waiting mouth, grunting as he finally found his target.

The purple foal panicked as the thick rod filled her mouth. She struggled to breathe, as he forced her farther along it, delighting in the feeling of her velvety tongue as she tried to fight him. Blinkie sucked in air through her nose as the stallion’s member drove against her throat. He moaned in delight as he felt her inhale nearly half of his length, her drool lubricating his efforts as he forced the filly’s head back and forth.

Inkie paced back and forth outside. She had seen this happen before. Hell, she had been in that barn many times. After Pinkie left, father had wanted her even more. In the back of her mind, she really did realize that this was why Pinkie had left. She escaped. And Inkie hated her for getting out, when she and Blinkie just weren’t strong enough to get away.

She kicked a nearby rock, sending it sailing into the field. Her mind suddenly focused. There was no way she was allowing Blinkie to leave the same way Pinkie did. She had watched her father rape her sister, and use her like she a common whorse. And she had done nothing. She decided then and there she wasn’t going to let it happen again.

Blinkie felt her father quicken his pace. At her young age, she had no idea what was going to happen. He started thrusting violently, causing her jaw to ache from the stress. She was far past fighting, simply letting him guide her head as if she were a toy. Her eyes shut tight as the motion increased, the little foal awash with fear, hoping that this would just end soon.

The colt grunted loudly, and came, filling the back of her throat with his first shot. The filly’s eyes flew open as she realized she couldn’t breathe. He released her as he shot another spurt into her tiny mouth, and she pulled quickly back, freeing her muzzle from his shaft, desperately trying to draw breath. She coughed deeply, as he continued his orgasm, splattering her face and mane with his load. He moaned slightly as he finished, the last few strands dripping down onto his daughter as she violently coughed, trying to clear her mouth of his seed.

Looking down at the spunk covered foal, her father grinned the very smallest grin you would have ever seen. He reached out a hoof to comfort her, but for some reason froze in midair, his hoof wavering as his features screwed up in a look of surprise. He forced himself to look down at the source of the pain. At his right side, buried mid-chest, were the finely sharpened tines of a pitchfork, inserted generously into his soft flesh. Inkie had been true with her strike. The steel fork had pierced the pony’s heart. The grey mare twisted it ever so slightly, ripping the wall of his heart open, instantly filling his lungs with blood. He barely had time to utter a shocked gurgle before his vision faded, and their lecherous father fell to his knees, dead.

Blinkie hadn’t even realized yet. She was still in too much of a state from trying to catch her breath. Inkie was relieved that she was alright. But then she saw her face and mane covered in that bastard’s cum. Her sister looked just like she did. All those times her father did this to her, and she couldn’t force herself to do anything. For the first time in a long time she smiled out of pure joy as she looked at her sister, so grateful she had protected her.

She kept her smile as she approached the corpse of her father. Letting go of the pitchfork, it stuck comically straight out from the tan pony. His head rested on the dirt floor, eyes wide open in shock. Inkie’s face contorted into pure glee as she raised her powerful earth pony hoof high, and brought it down, splitting the skull and popping out his right eye. She raised it again, and shattered the skull completely, gore splattering her light grey coat. As if she were acting out some macabre form of therapy for the years of abuse, she smashed her father’s head completely, leaving nothing but a pulpy mess on the barn floor.

Gazing at the scene before her, Inkie heard a small series of coughs behind her. She snapped out of her bloodlust, her smile fading to a stoic face. The pony turned slowly, not sure what her sister would think of her.

“I…Inkie…” Her sister said softly between coughs. “Thank you.”

Inkie’s eyes filled with tears as she ran to her little sister, reaching up with her forehooves and holding her tight. “I’m sorry. I had to.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“Really, I mean it Blinkie. I never had the courage to do it before. But then he was hurting you. And I just snapped. It was all I could think to do…”

Blinkie opened her eyes, pulling away so she could look at her father, lying motionless on the ground. “Is he really dead?”

Inkie simply nodded at her sister. She felt as if she should be sad, but there was no remorse at all. The only thing she could think of were all the times he had abused her and Pinkie. Looking at his dead form reminded her of her love for her sisters. “What are we going to do now?” Her sister spoke softly to her.

“Well, for now, let’s get you cleaned up.” She glanced down at her own coat, covered with blood and viscera from her father’s corpse. Her brow furrowed. “I guess maybe me too.” They got up together, and headed for the barn door. “Don’t worry, Blinkie. Mother’s away for a couple days visiting relatives. We’ll think of something. Remember, I won’t let anything happen to you.” She nuzzled her sister affectionately as they walked outside.

The two sat quietly in the old cast iron tub. The two sisters cleaned each other like they had when they were little foals, not speaking much as they washed away the memories of the afternoon. Blinkie was perhaps the most shaken as she cleaned the fragments of her father’s skull out of Inkie’s mane. Her heart fluttered every time she thought about the events that happened in the barn.

“Inkie?”

The grey filly glanced over impassively, distracted from her thoughts as she tried to lose herself in the warm water.

“Why did father do that to me in the barn? I thought only grownups that loved each other were sposed to do that.” She looked down at the water, looking very ashamed. “Was I bad? I don’t think I did anything wrong…”

Inkie sighed as she looked at her little sister. She reached out a hoof and ran it through her mane, smoothing it out of her face. “Blinkie, you should never blame yourself for what happened. Father used us, and abused us all. I don’t want you to ever blame yourself. Listen…when two ponies love each other, it’s not like that. They make each other feel good. They don’t use the other like father did.” She picked up her smaller sister, and placed her on the edge of the bath. Reaching out for a towel, she dried the foal’s mane and wiped her face gently. She hesitated, but her sister deserved the truth. Inkie spoke a little softer now. “What father did to you…and did to Pinkie and I…sometimes grownups do that with foals like us. They just use us for their own pleasure. I…I guess I’m not sure why they, you know, like foals…”

“Was father sick?”

“Yes Blinkie, he was. Don’t ever blame yourself for this. You have to promise me.” She held her sister’s head up slightly, looking into her eyes.

“I promise sis.”

Inkie smiled. “Good girl. Now come on, let’s get to bed. I bet you’re really tired.” She lifted the filly and placed her on the ground, drying her completely with the fluffy towel. After she got out herself, she nuzzled the foal closely as they walked to their bedroom. Ordinarily, they would have their own beds. But tonight, Inkie felt like her sister shouldn’t be alone. She nudged her into bed, and followed after the purple pony, covering them both with the rough cotton blanket, clutching her sister closely. She could feel her slightly damp mane pressed against her neck. Inkie knew she should be absolutely beside herself after what had happened that day. But for the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt completely at peace. She didn’t have to listen to hoofsteps in the hallway. She didn’t have to think about if the door would open or not that night. And she didn’t have to think about if their father would enter their room, and sate his hunger. Snuggled closely with her sister, she slept more soundly then she had in a very long time.

Inkie woke to see a slight aura of light shining through the window. It was far too early to wake up, even on the farm. As she took stock of her senses, she realized there was a warm, pleasant sensation from between her thighs. Taking a moment to fully gain her bearings, she moved a hoof down to her thighs, and found the mane of a pony between her legs. She moaned involuntarily, suddenly snapping to her senses and throwing off the covers.

“Blinkie! Wh…what are you doing?” She said softly, still half in a haze of sleep.

The purple foal looked up from her task of lapping at her sister’s cunt. She smiled demurely, which oddly, was probably the first time she had smiled in weeks. “I know what you meant last night, big sis. That only ponies who love each other should do this. I saw you and Pinkie before…I…” She blushed deeply as she tried to find words. “I love you too sis! I don’t want you to leave like Pinkie did. Promise me sis…please. Tell me you won’t go away.”

Inkie sighed to herself. “It’s okay Blinkie. I won’t ever leave you. Are you sure about what you’re doing though?” She looked at her sister, locking eyes with her. “Do you want this?”

The purple pony blushed deeply. “I…I don’t know. Ever since I saw you and Pinkie…and then what happened last night with father.” She looked away, almost ashamed. “I just want to be closer to you. I want to do what you and Pinkie did, Inkie. Just tell me you love me as much as you loved her. Please.”

“Sister…” Inkie reached down and cradled the purple pony against her stomach, holding her close. “Of course I love you. As much as I could love anypony. You’re my little sister.” She held her sister’s head up with a hoof, looking into her eyes. “What Pinkie and I did though, father forced us. It wasn’t right for two sisters to...”

The purple foal interrupted her. “Sis…it feels right. I feel different after what happened in the barn. All I feel like doing is have somepony touch me. Somepony that I love.” Blinkie blushed, but said nothing more. She buried her head into her sister’s inner thighs, rubbing herself against the sensitive skin. She buried her muzzle into the already damp slit before her, lapping at it with her tongue. Her inexperience shone through as she reached only the outer lips, Inkie smiling down at her sister’s amateur attempts. She shifted slightly encouraging the foal to go deeper, but the pony didn’t catch on.

“Blinkie.” She whispered. “Let me show you how, sister.” She grasped the smaller pony with powerful hooves, flipping her onto her stomach. Her sibling was turned until her small snatch was in Inkie’s face, drawing her in. She thought back to all the times she had this same view of Pinkie. At first, it had been forced. But more and more, she grew to love it. The intimate time with her sister. And the pleasure that came with it. “Relax. You’re going to love this.”

Reaching out with her soft tongue, she gently probed the young foal, wetting her small cunt and teasing the cleft of her inner thighs, instantly drawing a gasp of shock from her sister. She smiled to herself as she pushed farther in, parting the tight folds and seeking her inner treasures. Every slight reaction drew her in farther, seeking out the tiny clit, teasing it out of its hiding place.

The foal had never imagined it would be this intense. The times she had seen her two other sisters, the intimate act had seemed so muted and impassive. She never realized the two were simply desensitized from years of abuse. This was the first time she had ever felt these feelings, and it was with a pony she loved, and truly cared about. The sensations were amazing. All Blinkie ever wanted at that moment was for her sister to be with her, like this, forever. She ground her thighs down tightly, seeking more of the pleasure was feeling.

Inkie didn’t disappoint. Her experienced tongue caressed her sister’s g-spot, each small touch causing the small pony to gasp, flinching slightly as she drew her body tight reflexively. Trying to draw things out, Inkie worked up to the smooth skin around the tiny clit, kissing it gently. Blinkie rested her head on the cradle of her sister’s legs, warm breath touching Inkie’s thighs as she drove the pony to higher heights of pleasure. Blinkie reached a hoof down to her own moist sex, masturbating in full view of her sister. The purple foal watched the hoof gently tease the small opening, entranced as she started to feel strange sensations from her inner thighs.

“S…sis…something’s happening.” She squeaked.

“It’s okay. Just let it come.” Inkie whispered, reaching out and taking the small nub of pink she was seeking into her mouth. Giving it a small kiss, she returned to that hidden spot just inside her sister’s small cunt. Reaching out with her velvet tongue, she stroked it swiftly, quickly causing all the pent up sensation inside Blinkie to burst out. Blinkie shut her eyes tight, feeling as though her body was melting away as her sister continued her oral assault.

“It’s…it’s…ahhh…ahhhh.” Blinkie gasped, pushing her head tightly against her lover’s thighs. She was trembling from pleasure overcoming her. Inkie let up with her mouth, grinning widely as she pulled away, her muzzle slick with sex. She forced her thighs upwards, pushing her tiny breasts into her sister’s face. Her small muzzle touching her in such an intimate area set off the grey pony. She started frantically rubbing herself as she came, her sister watching intently at the grey hoof in front of her as she came down from her own orgasm. She could feel her sister under her tense as she came. Blinkie sighed, cuddling in close to Inkie’s thighs, feeling her small shudders as she finished.

Inkie licked her muzzle as clean as possible. Just like Pinkie, her sister tasted sweet. Inkie shifted herself, crawling to the end of the bed, so she could see her sister’s face. “Did you like it?”

Blinkie looked over at her dreamily. “Mmm Hmm. When can we do it again?”

Her sister laughed. “Well, whenever you want, I suppose. But first…we need to talk about something.” She bopped her sis on the nose with a hoof.

“What’s that?”

Inkie’s face twisted up slightly in a large, wicked grin. “Why Blinkie, mother will be home soon. And we simply must figure out how to welcome her home.”

A Gilded Cage

Mayor Mare/Trixie nonsensical clop

Nearly all the ponies in Ponyville gathered in the lawn outside Town Hall. Guided there by fear, they huddled into small groups, unsure of what was about to happen. Some whispered that Twilight Sparkle had already been banished, and possibly killed. The other heroes from Canterlot hadn’t been seen in days. No one dared oppose the decree that was posted, commanding every pony to appear at the Hall by noon.

Awaiting the clock chiming twelve, there were gasps throughout the crowd as the doors parted, emitting an eerie red glow. Trixie stepped out, flanked by Snips and Snails, holding the trailing end of an elaborate purple cape. She smiled smugly to the audience, before clearing her throat daintily. She focused her magic into a megaphone, and held it in front of her muzzle.

“Citizens of Ponyville, it has come to my attention that some of you have been voicing concerns about Trixie’s rule over your city. That you are not happy. That you doubt the Great and Powerful Trixie’s legitimacy to govern this city.” Her eyes flashed across the crowd. “Trixie hears your complaints. That is why Trixie has gathered you here today. To once and for all show Trixie’s dominance.”

The blue mare nodded to the giant double doors. A chained Applejack pushed a huge burnished bronze bird cage onto the stairs. Ponies gasped at the sight, as some tried to look away, shielding foals from the sight. A beaten Mayor Mare was strapped into the cage, her rear hooves held apart by a wooden rod. Her tail was strung up, lewdly displaying her sex to the gathered audience as her plot was pushed up tightly against the bars. Her eyes were closed, her muzzle wet with tears as she buried her head away from prying eyes.

Trixie smiled wildly. “Behold your mayor, ponies. Trixie has broken her. She exists for one purpose now; for Trixie’s enjoyment. Such is the fate of any pony that opposes Trixie.”

A red glow emanated from Trixie’s horn, as she focused on her nethers. Ponies muttered quietly as a large black phallus grew from groin, a goodly sized organ for any stallion. Trixie felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she willed the organ to grow to its full erect size, pleasuring it with her magic and pushing it against her soft coat. She noticed some ponies looking away awkwardly, or covering foal's eyes with hooves. “Trixie did not say you could look away!” She shouted, her voice sending a wave of force over the crowd. Those that did not obey, she forced, prying hooves from young faces and wrenching heads painfully to face her.

Snips and Snails had already begun licking the Mayor’s cunt, moistening it for their idol’s entry. Trixie nodded to them, and walked over, the large member bouncing underneath her as she placed her hooves on top of the cage, smiling evilly down at the grey mare. She positioned her rod against the wet hole, rubbing it up and down as a lust crept over her.

She suddenly jerked her head towards the crowd. “This is the fate of all those that oppose Trixie!” And with that, she stabbed violently into the mare, causing the Mayor to cry out weakly as her head arched backwards, her body straining madly against the restraints as the magical stallionhood inside her drilled deeper than any colt had pushed before. Her eyes darted around as the pain pushed through her, the Mayor desperately looking for help. She saw only forlorn faces, as they watched an event they could not alter. Even Applejack hung her head in shame, although she did not look away.

Trixie assaulted the mare slowly, taking her time and delighting in the joy that only can come from being balls deep in a pony. Mayor Mare relented quickly after her adrenaline faded, content now to make small grunts of pain as the blue unicorn rutted her. Trixie had indeed never felt this feeling before. A surging sensation flowed through her, and every muscle tensed as she pushed deeply into the warm plot of the Mayor. She cooed to herself as her thick seed shot deeply inside the prone mare, pushing her pulsing head further. The soft marehood grasped her firmly, milking her of every drop as she filled all of the Mayor’s bureaucratic orifice. Trixie stayed mounted for a moment, then withdrew, her member slick with marecum.

Trixie called her megaphone to her muzzle again. “Now, my dear citizens, will you not respect Trixie’s leadership? Your dear Mayor is nothing but Trixie’s pet and plaything now. Do you not see Trixie rules this town?” She glanced around, seeing few ponies even willing to face her.

Trixie scowled. “Very well. Trixie sees we will have to work at this relationship. Bring out the yellow one!” She called out, her sorcerous stallionhood already becoming erect again.

Vessel

Applebloom/Chrissy oviposition

A pink pony stared into the mirror, admiring her flowing mane as she brushed it. Humming a tune to herself, she shaped the hair carefully into soft curls, making sure no hair was out of place. She allowed herself a grin as she smoothed her coat with the brush, fixated at the gorgeous pony before her. Feeling a brief moment of joy, her eyes glowing green before the mirror, she peered into the distance with her magic.

She could still see a trapped Twilight and Cadance hundreds of feet below her. Hopelessly lost in the crystal maze, the Queen smirked to herself. "Struggle all you want, little mares. Soon this kingdom will be all mine!" She whispered.

Knocking at her chamber drew her attention away. Fixing a fake smile on her face, she opened the door. As soon as she saw her personal attendant enter, the pony sighed, allowing herself to relax. The earth pony walked past with a simple nod. Closing the door behind her, she turned to address him.

"What news do you bring me?" Her demeanor was changed completely. Her eyes were narrowed, and her voice lowered. She slumped from her regal poise slightly.

The blue pony assistant smiled at her. "We have found some suitable vessels, my Queen. They are prepared in the white unicorn's dwelling."

Her eyes flashed green with a slight flame. "I told you never to call me that! Least of all here in the castle. We are too close to be discovered now. I've dealt with that annoying purple unicorn, but there are many dangers working against us." She opened the door, and gathered herself. "Come along. Let us go meet our guests."

Shining Armor's house suited her needs perfectly. It was near the castle, but isolated enough that her activities were seldom noticed. The guards and other servants gave them plenty of privacy, as any couple deeply in love would deserve. The layout inside suited her well; the door was really the only way in or out. It was a simple matter to convert the place into a makeshift gulag.

The pink Princess and her assistant walked past a guard stationed outside silently. They opened the door, and a smile spread across the Princess's face. "Yes. This will do perfectly."

Three excited foals gazed up at her excitedly, their eyes shining. "Wow! It's really her!" An orange filly exclaimed.

A white foal walked up, smiling widely. "Um, hello your majesty." She gave a cute little bow. "My name's Sweetie Belle, and this is Scootaloo and Applebloom. Pleased to meet you."

The yellow foal spoke up. "We heard we could be you're flower bearers. Can't really figure why you need help carrying flowers though. Flowers don't weigh much."

The Princess brought a hoof to her face. She forced an awkward grin at the small ponies. "Well, I'm so glad you came. I have a very special job for all three of you, and your sisters said you would be more than willing to help.” She walked over to the three, and placed a hoof on Applebloom’s flank, sizing up the small pony. The foal giggled slightly as she squeezed her softly.

“Yah, Rarity told me we get to bring the flowers in right before you walk down the aisle! It sounds so romantic…” Sweetie Belle said, sighing.

The Princess smirked slightly, her eyes flashing with green light for but an instant. “Oh, there’s much more I need you for, my little ones. Your sisters were already such a great help, but every mare counts with what I’m planning. And I think you three will do nicely.” She was touching Scootaloo’s flank now, quietly sizing up her hips. The orange pony blushed under her ministrations.

“Are…are you sizing us for dresses, Miss Cadance?” Sweetie Belle asked softly.

“Not exactly.” She said softly. She lifted up Scootaloo’s tail, looking at her exposed haunches. Moving over to inspect Sweetie Belle, she started humming a tune. The foals looked at each other nervously, but still felt safe around the Princess.

She finished with Sweetie Belle, and stepped back, whispering, “Good, good.” The pony looked at the three ponies with a piercing gaze. “Now then. I think it’s time to begin.” Her eyes started glowing brighter, as the foals backed up, suddenly alarmed. Taking small strides backwards, they all found they could not look away from those eyes. Even as fear entered their minds, for some reason the green pools of the Princess brought comfort and serenity. All three soon found themselves lost in the eerie green glow, unable to move or speak.

“Hmm, looks like this won’t be needed anymore.” A flash of green flame, and her pink exterior shifted. Blackness spread over her body, her mane being replaced with coarse teal hair, her elegant wings turning into those of a moth eaten bat. She stretched after the change, obviously thankful to be in her natural form. “Gods, that feels much better.” Chrysalis said as she walked slowly over to the three foals frozen before her.

She ran a hole filled hoof along Scootaloo’s back. “So much softer than the older mares I dealt with earlier. You really should be quite proud. Foals such as you should make the best vessels. So easily controlled and so…flexible. I wouldn’t be surprised if you live long lives in my new hives here in Canterlot.”

The Queen walked over to a cushioned chair, falling backwards into it with her legs spread open. Even in their hypnotized state, the ponies still felt a twinge of embarrassment as they were forced to stare at this black changeling’s exposed nethers. “You most likely still have no idea what’s going on, do you?” She giggled slightly at their naivety. Her horn glowed as her inner thighs lit up with a green light. Her body started changing before their eyes. A pitch black rod grew from the insect like pony, growing outward until it resembled a stallion’s erect cock. Chrysalis moaned as it reached its full length. Instead of a flared head, it more resembled a hollow tube. The three foals were mesmerized by it.

“Number 3, you may begin.” She called out to the next room. The same blue pony from before walked in, bowing deeply as he reverted to his changeling body. Obviously trying to avert his eyes from his Queen’s lewd state, he walked dutifully over to the three foals. “Let’s start with the yellow one.” The Queen said sweetly.

The changeling minion grasped Applebloom’s hoof softly. The small filly could feel his grasp, but it felt far away and fuzzy. She could feel the tug on her hoof as her urged her towards the strange black creature lounging before her. Applebloom wanted to rip free from his grasp and flee. But her body wouldn’t respond. All she could do was trudge forward, closer to the fearful looking Queen.

“Mmm. Prepare her, Number 3. I’m nearly ready.” Chrysalis reached down and ran a hoof along her rod, coaxing it to stay at its full length. She could hardly deny the pleasure she felt from fondling herself in front of this young foal. It was a rush she had never had before.

Her dutiful servant didn’t hesitate. Her walked around to the foal’s flank, gently lifting her tail. Applebloom was confused. The Queen had inspected her before, but this was a male, and she had never had anyone but her sister see that part of her. She tried to clamp her tail down, or shake free from his grasp, but her mind was still dominated by the same green glow from before.

Her confusion grew as the black changeling reached out a long, serpent like tongue, flicking it across her slit. She gasped as he wasted no time, burying the five inch tongue deep inside her. She felt a strange tickling at first, but it soon grew into a dull itch as she felt the changeling reach every inch of her small hole. Her mouth gaped open as she felt him lap at her insides, and her flanks were filled with a growing heat.

Chrysalis smiled at the young one’s reactions. She obviously had never been with a male before. She continued stroking herself, finding this extremely erotic. The other Crusaders watched their friend intently, their faces flushed crimson. Scootaloo’s wings had grown erect in response to her friend being eaten out.

Applebloom felt the changeling suddenly stop. She would have whimpered in annoyance if she was able. “She is ready, my Queen.”

Chrysalis smiled widely. “Good. Bring her to me.”

The foal quaked slightly in fear as she was led over to the menacing black creature. She felt a coolness on her moist thighs, the throbbing heat still pulsing into her from her nethers. The Queen stared deeply into her eyes, her emerald irises piercing deep inside her. Applebloom could hear her speak inside her head. ‘Are you afraid, young one?’

She found she still couldn’t move her mouth to speak. But the Queen still understood somehow.

‘You see, I need your young body, my little foal. I have used your sister and her friends, but it is not nearly enough.’

Applebloom shivered at how the Queen eyed her as she said that. ‘Wha…what do you mean?’

The Queen smiled. ‘My race has been dying out for some time. We used to have slaves to tend to our young; to give them the emotions they need to survive. However these are different times. With no slaves, the young need a new source of emotion.’ Chrysalis had the pony placed so her chest was brushing against her throbbing shaft. The touch of the soft fur of a foal against it was beyond compare. She sighed as she rubbed herself against Applebloom.

‘I don’t understand…’ Applebloom now had tears welling up in her eyes, streaking her face. She knew they were falling, but couldn’t feel them.

Chrysalis chuckled. Her attendant lifted Applebloom gently, positioning her so the slender rod was poised at her moist little opening. For the first time she realized what the Queen intended, and looked at her with panicked eyes.

‘You see, my little pony, I will place my egg inside of you. It will grow inside, feeding off your sorrow and hopelessness. And when it is time, it will be born.’ Chrysalis held out a hoof, caressing the pony’s face, and wiping an errant tear away. ‘You will be a vessel for the changeling race.’

Slowly Number 3 moved the yellow foal down, until the shaft pierced her hymen. She winced slightly, but found there was hardly no pain. She looked back into the creature’s eyes. ‘Will it hurt?’

‘It can if I want it to.’ Chrysalis smiled.

Applebloom looked down as much as she could. She couldn’t see. As if to fulfill her request, the Queen’s horn glowed for a moment, and the foal found she could move her head enough to glance downward. She stared, fascinated as the black member pushed inside of her. The heat of it registered with her dully, and she could feel the sensation of being filled. The Queen stroked her mane gently, as she moved her hips slightly, seeking more purchase in the foal’s velvet tunnel.

Chrysalis gasped as she bottomed out, grasping Applebloom’s mane harder. The pony grunted as the intruder hit something inside her. Chrysalis pushed against the small cervix, gasping as her shaft produced a smaller cone like head, burrowing through the opening and entering the foal’s womb. The shocked pony jerked her head up, staring into the Queen’s eyes. ‘Yes, it won’t be long now. Soon you will be carrying a small changeling inside!’

‘Please stop…please……please…’ Applebloom was hyperventilating slightly as the shock overtook her. She glanced down again, watching as more of the black shaft pushed into her, the completely unnatural feeling of something alive writhing around inside her. ‘Please…’

‘Quiet my dear. You’re going to miss the show.’ Chrysalis strained slightly, finally feeling her egg exit and be pushed along her shaft. It was a good pain. The pain that brought new life. ‘Watch now; you will never get tired of seeing this. Even if we use you over and over for decades, you will never get tired of this.’ Her horn glowed as she grabbed the near catatonic foal and forced her to watch. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo whimpered as they saw the bulge move slowly towards their friend. Watching her be rutted was terrible, but this was worse. Both ponies found themselves having to avert their gaze.

Muzzle wet with tears, Applebloom watched the odd bulge meet her small cunt. She shook her head back and forth wildly, but the Queen held her eyes on it. The lips parted obscenely, and suddenly the object popped inside.

It was such an odd sensation. Certainly if Chrysalis wasn’t subduing the pain through her mind control, it would have been unimaginable. Without it though, the foal was left to contemplate every twitch and spasm as the egg made its inexorable journey up her snatch. Her mind went into full panic, trying to kick and struggle away, only to remember her limbs were useless, hanging limply at her sides.

Chrysalis grinned as the egg hit the cervix. This was her favorite part. She thrust slowly against her little pony, pushing her little deposit deeper, nudging against the barrier of flesh. Moving her hips against the soft foal, breathing quickly as the velvety walls grasped her fake member like a vise. The Queen thrust forward one last time, letting out a small moan, as her orgasm washed through her body. A jet of marecum shot past the egg, lubricating the opening and splattering hotly onto the walls of Applebloom’s womb. The filly gasped softly as she felt something gush into her deep inside.

The second spurt of cum pushed the egg through with a pop, depositing it in the soft folds of the foal’s womb. The foal’s eyes widened as she suddenly felt full inside. Her gaze was of a pony thinking of a faraway place.

‘It’s inside, my dear. Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone hurt you now.’ Chrysalis fell backwards onto the chair, holding the vacant eyed pony against her softly, basking in the afterglow that only a proper laying could bring on. This foal was so much better than the older mares. So easily broken and…tight. Her sister had been like throwing an apple down a hallway. The Queen smirked to herself, leaning down and kissing Applebloom gently on the forehead.

Number 3 took the que and stepped forward, pulling the foal from Chrysalis’s shaft, a small amount of marecum spilling out of her abused cunt as the Queen pulled out. He led the foal gently to the side of the room, forcing her to sit down on a plush sofa. From her sitting position, her stomach bulged slightly. Her expression was completely washed away.

Chrysalis began stroking her glistening rod, looking at the remaining two foals. “Number 3, I think…the orange one now. That cyan Pegasus from before certainly was fun.”

The servant wordlessly grasped Scootaloo’s hoof and led the terrified foal towards his Queen.

A Willing Toy

Scootaloo/Anon Wingpit action

I can’t really figure out where she came from. Walking back from the bar, I figured I must have had one too many to drink, seeing this matted little orange pony cowering near my trash cans. I took her in, maybe innocently at first. But my desires got the best of me. She was so dependent on me, and so clueless. So easy to exploit.

It's hard to tell if she enjoys it. Even the first time, she didn’t really complain. It was almost as if she accepted her place. It's not like she has anywhere to go.

Walking into the kitchen, I prepared her meal. A simple salad with plenty of carrots and sprouts. I may take advantage of her, but I still treat her well.

"Scoots, dinner time!" I can hear a controller clatter on the ground. How the hell does she hold that thing? The orange pony trotted in quickly. She always seemed hungry. "Having fun?"

"Mmhm." She mumbles, looking expectantly at the dish in my hand. I place it on the floor. She looks a little miffed, but doesn't protest. Anyways, I like treating her like a pet. Nothing makes you feel better after a long day than an obedient pet that happens to double as a pony sextoy.

With no utensils, she leans down, eating straight from the bowl. Her little filly rump is stuck in the air, swaying slightly as she eats. I grin slightly, starting to get ideas. Reaching down, I scritch her back lightly between the wings. Like usual, she recoils ever so slightly, but only for a moment. She's so soft.

My hand keeps stroking until she's finished eating. Moving my other hand to her wing, I run it lightly along the downy edge, digging fingers in at just the right places. I can feel her relax instantly. It's almost like touching a button. Any touch on her wings turns her into putty in my hands.

My dick is almost aching, my shorts getting damp from playing with my pet. Undoing my fly, I work it loose. Scoots sees it from the corner of her eye. Pretends not to see it. Grinning, I pat her on the head, smoothing her mane. I guide her head towards my rod. She knows what I want. The little filly cranes her neck, reaching out her little pink tongue, licking at the head. The little pony used to be awful at this. She was getting so much better.

Every time I stroke her wing now, I can feel her breath stop in her throat, a short inaudible gasp of warm air against my swollen manhood. They are just so sensitive. It’s by far my favorite way to tease her. She must just hate how easy it is to get her going by stroking her feathery wings. I move my free hand down to her tail, tracing her tight haunches down to her hidden sex. She pushes back against my hand, but her overall mood doesn’t change. Only when I dig into her feathers and massage the downy flesh underneath does she gasp, making the most adorable mewling noise as I work.

Sometimes I think I’m ruining her. It’s been months, and nearly no sex act goes without a good wing fondling. I just am fascinated by them. Now after all this time, I picture her becoming some kind of wing fetishist, a social pariah in the pony world. Someone will touch her wing in public and she’ll moan. Mothers will shield their foal’s eyes and people will talk about that freak pony.

God it turns me on.

She’s only barely lapping at the tip of my dick now, her eyes already far away as she is lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. Ordinarily I’d punish her for forgetting me, but this was fine. I had other plans anyways.

Pulling away from her lovely tongue, I grasp her wing firmly, bringing a small cry of surprise. As I move on top of her small body, she leans forward, all too used to presenting herself for me. Gently I grasp her chest, pulling her to all fours. Her eyes look back at me, confused. But not for long.

Trailing my glistening rod along her soft fur, I move past her rump and wedge the tip against her inner wing. With a bit of positioning, I find I can stroke myself deeply into the warm pit under her wing. The feeling is amazing. Her fur is soft as velvet in the sensitive area, and above that my dick is cushioned as if by the downy clutches of angels as I thrust my way into heaven.

“B…be careful.” She sighs. “Don’t hurt my wing. Please.”

I’m being as careful as my clouded thinking can allow. I’m still masturbating the little pony deeply, causing her wing to seize up tightly against my member with small contractions. It’s hard to hold back, as I start thrusting up against the feathery cocksleeve. She moans with my thrusts, almost as much as if I were rutting her. I’ve never been this hard for her before.

The heat of her body is almost too much. My dick feels warm as I continue fucking her wing, driving against her hard. She grunts slightly when I push too hard against the joint, straining away from me and loosening her grip on my cock. I grip her other wing tighter, digging my fingers into it. Her front legs buckle in orgasm, her free wing clutching in tight against her reflexively, cradling my manhood once more in its downy embrace.

The feel of her cumming hard on my fingers, feeling her gasps of orgasm through my dick as I thrust against her body, it’s just too much. I cum hard into her wingpit, thrusting with short strokes as I let her feathers tickle my cockhead, filling her carefully preened wing with cum all the way to her down. I collapse on top of her as my other arm gives out, my dick still spasming as I paint her coat with my seed.

Holding her in my arms, I spoon with her a while on the cool wood floor. I would love to lie there longer, but we had better wash the wing or else it might dry and cause some damage. I really don’t enjoy hurting my pets.

Scoots gets up on wobbly legs, reaching back instinctively to preen herself. She turns her nose up a bit at her well used wing. “Ew! Now my wingpit smells like dick!”

I smile widely at her. It’s alright. I love showering with my pet too.

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Snowball/Anon Skullfuckery

Standing hesitantly in the doorway, you wonder what actually brought you here. For a very long time you have had an urge for something special. Paying for mares and fillies has grown boring. There really isn't anything left that you haven't done. In a world of pastel equines you might be considered a deviant.

They couldn't be more wrong. Their day to day boring routines disgusts you. Smiling, it dawns on you that they will never feel this rush. Years of work have filled your pockets with bits. You can take pleasure from this world as you see fit.

It actually wasn't nearly as hard as you thought it would be to convince the mother. She had clearly sold her daughter like this before. Maybe not quite this way, but still. A single mother, struggling to live in an expensive place like Cloudsdale, it really couldn't be easy. She had looked defiant against your offer for but a moment. Staring at the pile of bits. It was enough for the whole year.

She couldn't refuse. Seven hundred for the whole night. Anything you wanted. No questions asked.

Her room was dark in the early evening. Grinning, you realize it really didn't matter. It felt cool inside, with a faint smell of peppermint wafting past. She was sleeping already. Head tucked tightly against a threadbare blanket, her chest rose and fell so softly. Pale light from a waning moon trickled onto her pale blue coat, eyelids shut against useless eyes.

You were already so excited.

The floor squeaked underfoot as you walk towards the simple bed, barely containing yourself. You step around a cheaply stitched pony doll, before realizing she had stirred from her sleep. She had every reason to be a light sleeper. The foal pretends she's still asleep for a moment, until she feels your weight on the bed.

"Mom?" She whispers softly, voice still hazy from sleep.

You don't say anything. Somehow it would spoil the mood. Simply reaching out, you run a hand up her sleeping form. She feels so warm. The small pony doesn't shy from your touch as you stroke her cheek and brush her mane out of her face. Pulling back the covers, you reveal your prize. She is so beautiful curled up on the white sheets. Her blank flanks are just starting to round out, showing the early curves of a mare. A light touch against her leg causes the foal to shudder slightly. She knows by now what's going on. Dull eyes look back at your seeking hand, trying so hard to see the stranger feeling her up.

The fact she can't see your actions make for an excitement you never felt before. Every light touch on her most intimate places makes her flinch. You can't help but grin at her cute reactions, stroking her inner thighs softly as you pet her mane.

Unable to contain yourself, you undo your pants with your free hand. The filly's ears prick up at the sound of your zipper, as her head turns toward you, her faded eyes meeting yours as you pull off the constricting denim. Freeing your member, you can already feel yourself dripping onto her bedspread.

You pat her head once more. "Can you tell me your name, dear?"

She still is staring up at you as she whispers again. "Snowdrop..."

You reach down and gently grasp her front hoof. Placing it on your dick, you flinch at her cold hoof. "Do you know what this is, Snowdrop?"

The foal nods. You ruffle her mane slightly, smiling at her. "Then you must know what to do with it, right?"

Her reaction is immediate. She fumbles only slightly, feeling her way to the tip, reaching out with her soft, pink tongue, caressing you as her hot breath runs along your shaft. The small pony begins an awkward, although passable blowjob. Her mouth is so small she can barely take in more than the tip. You feel like you can give her a pass on that though. It wasn't what you came for, anyways.

Your fingers grow more and more brave as you explore her body, fingering the foal deeply. She obviously had lost her virginity long ago. Her folds became wet and hot against your palm, responding in a way that belied her young age. Hooking your index finger you massaged her sensitive upper wall, causing young Snowdrop to gasp against your rod, her tight entrance reflexively grasping your finger and squeezing it like a vise.

You reach with your free hand, and pull her greedy mouth from you. Her sloppy efforts had done nothing to satisfy you. Still fingering her, you run your dick along her muzzle, trailing saliva and precum over her pristine coat. Her tiny mouth is hung open, as she pants slightly from your efforts on her marehood. Her skin is soft soft against you, almost like velvet.

"Snowdrop, is it true you can't see?"

She nods her head, clearly liking the treatment you were giving her.

"So you must feel your eyes are useless, don't you? Well, I'll tell you a secret then. They are far from useless. They are very special to me, in fact."

Her look changes as she perks up slightly. Maybe a slight twinge of excitement as she hears your praise. You move your shaft up slightly, pausing against her upper cheek. As you press upwards, you feel the soft contact of her iris against you, stinging precum touching the sensitive organ, making her blink hard. The eyelashes tickle slightly. A new wave of adrenaline courses through as she tried to break away, rearing her head back. But she is so tiny. Your gentle stroking of her mane becomes a vice like grip, holding her.

She squirms slightly, so you pull her mane hard, forcing her down against the bedspread. Snowdrop gasps, struggling to catch her breath as you step up your ministrations on her young snatch, rubbing her clit hard and making her rear legs spasm.

You thrust in again, hard this time. Her pale blue iris was like a bullseye as she darted them downwards in a futile attempt to see her assailant. The feeling is unlike anything you have ever felt. The outside was tougher then it looked, but you could feel a soft, sponginess underneath, inviting you in. Her eyelid batted at you wildly, amusing you further as you rubbed yourself against her large pupil.

Suddenly you feel her moan slightly, as her cunt spasms against you wildly. The foal cums hard against, your finger lovingly stroking her through the pleasure. Her mouth hands open, tongue lolling out against her little cheek. She can't possibly see you as you thrust forward.

The look of her eye puncturing as you entered was positively surreal. Her blue iris was forced back inside of the socket, and a warm thick liquid spilled onto your member. You are amazed how little blood there actually is. The filly thrashes at the sudden pain, overcoming her orgasm in a mere moment. There's little she can do as you hold her head firm, savoring the feeling of her warm, ruined eye around your cockhead. You grin as her eyelid bats down furiously, trying to protect the ruined organ.

A minute later, she lays more still, panting heavily, as she possibly lapsed into a state of shock. It really made no difference to you. More excited then you had been in years, you pull back and thrust again, curious how far you could enter her. Feeling the harder cartilage of her skull, you look down and see she can accommodate little more then the tip. The back of her socket is annoyingly shallow, but it will certainly do. You thrust harder as you find her limits, feeling the remnants of her eye gently pull against you on each thrust.

Liquid streams down her face, tears on the good side, and a thin, watery fluid from your hole of choice. Her other eye stares blankly forward now, as her breath comes shallow and hurried. You can feel it against your inner thighs as you push deeply into her. As you stir her up, the eye yields more to you, growing less tight by the moment.
It doesn't matter. You were already so close.

She flinches when you cum. Apparently the salty fluid still irritated her ruined socket. You would definitely have to remember that. Filling up the tiny space, your cum cascades out, dripping down her pale blue face, adorning her with a type of man made tears. They stream down her cheek, before dripping softly onto the bed. After a moment you pull out with a squelching noise, letting her eyelid finally snap back to cover the ravaged hole. Cleaning yourself on her soiled sheet, you pull the blanket up tightly and tuck her back in. Both eyes are shut tightly as you pat her trembling head.

Speaking briefly with mom on your way out, you give her a bit extra for antibiotics from the doctor. You certainly weren't a monster.

And besides, you wanted to maintain a good relationship. There was still one perfectly good hole left, after all.

Author's Note

Possibly the worst thing I have written to date. But I can't turn down a cry for help from /mlp/.

I have read skull sex stories before but never have written one. I do hope I got the approximate feeling of the eye and it's destruction conveyed.

To Silly Filly Studios, I mean you no ill will. I enjoyed your short film very much.

Be a Good Little Pony

Sweetie Belle/Anon - Hornjob

Rarity seemed quite distracted as she went over things before she left. Explaining where all the food was, how to lock up everything at night, when bedtime for Sweetie Belle was. As expected of the prim pony, everything had to be just right and in it's proper place. Maybe she had some kind of equine OCD.

As she bid me goodnight and closed the door, a wild adreneline flowed through me. The excitement of having the place to myself, the freedom it offered, was intoxicating. I paced through the shop, carefully closing heavilly tasseled curtains, before locking the front door an hour too early. Customers would surely understand. This was a special night.

Placing the simple meal of mushroom quiche on the table, I called to my darling charge for the evening. Light clops on the stairs were heard as Sweetie Belle bounded into the kitchen, a happy smile on her face to see me. I was always very nice to the little darling, bringing her gifts and treats.

She dug into the wedge shaped quiche, getting crumbs all over her snow white fur. I smiled at her, eating neatly but quickly. The wine I had purchased before I came went with the meal just fine. The little dear was finished quickly, hopping up to go finish her play time.

"Hold it right there, young lady." I shouted, scolding her back to the table.

Reaching down, I picked up the little pony. She couldn't have weighed more than 80 pounds or so. She was just perfect.

"Good little fillies wash their face after being such a pig at dinner. Come here." I carried the fuzzy bundle to the sink, placing her on the counter as I wet a rag. She smiled at me as she closed her eyes, letting me rub crumbs of quiche from her perfect fur. I smoothed my hand against her coat along the pony's neck. She was so soft. I could already feel myself stiffening as I brushed her clean.

Lastly, I wiped my rough cloth against her tiny horn. I had already learned the sensativity unicorns had here from my time with Twilight. I really couldn't explain why. When dealing with talking pastel ponies, who could really explain anything?

I held my breath as I felt her shudder at my touch. To be honest, I really didn't know if this would work. She was a little filly, after all. But as I watched her gently bob her head against the washcloth, I could tell she was feeling it.

Working gently, I circled upwards, following the slight spiral shape, twisting around the magical apendage, as if I were lightly polishing it. Sweetie opened her eyes and looked up at me, a mix of confusion and pleasure as she enjoyed my work.

"Wh...what are you doing." She whispered, her back legs now twitching against the countertop.

I ditched the towel, opting to run my nimble fingers along the smooth horn. Everytime I would stroke it, the darling filly gasped, body spasming with joy. I reached down and massaged her flank, wrapping a finger around to tease her snatch. She was just lightly damp, giving off such an innocent and sweet smell.

She stared into my eyes, those big emerald pools glassing over as she started feeling the warmth in her thighs as I carefully worked my finger inside, rubbing her velvet walls. Sweetie flinched at the sudden penetration, and almost looked as if she would ask me to stop. But her words never came, as she started making soft mewling noises, gasping as I hooked my index finger, putting soft pressure on her most sensitive spots.

I left her horn for a moment, freeing my manhood from my pants. Lifting the filly, she felt loose as a ragdoll as I cradled her in my arms. I pushed her wet slit along my dick, shuddering as her furry thighs caressed the sides, pushing her hard against me, letting her poofy tail tickle my stomach.

I furiously stroked her horn as I masturated with the small pony, rubbing her along my length. Every shudder from the little darling rippled along my length, driving me harder. She was positively squirming now as she reached her first climax.

She kicked her hind legs reflexively, the strange tingling sensation building a crescendo. "Something's coming out." She whispered, barely able to speak as she caught her breath. I felt her cum dribble onto me, her little snatch winking wildly, kneading my dick with every action. For the first time she looked down to see my manhood, pressed firm against her thighs, slick with her juices. She stared with a wild gaze as her orgasm overcame her, mesmerized by my shaft rubbing her in all the right ways.

I could feel myself getting close now. But I had made up my mind before that I was going to make this a very special first time for my little Sweetie Belle. Reaching down, I let my hand grow slick in our combined fluids, bringing the musky treat up to the little filly's face, a sticky line of cum trailing from the tip of my member. In her post orgasmic bliss, she reached out an inquisitive tongue, lapping at my hand, tasting her own taste mixed with that of a male for the first time.

Bringing my hand to her horn, I rubbed hard with my slick hand, stroking her off as I would myself. I found the tip was especially sensitive. in her current state, merely rubbing it with my thumb caused her to clench furry thighs tightly around my shaft. Speeding up my thrusts, I could feel her receptive winking, as I rubbed myself along her over sensitive clit. She looked down, watching me pound against her as she felt the fireworks building again inside her.

It was altogether too much for me. I came hard, my first two spurts decorating her muzzle as she gasped in shock. Blanketing my dick in her luxurious fur as I came, I coated her flat stomach with cum, mixing in with her snow white coat.

Not wanting to forget the little dear, I twirled my thumb around her horn expertly, causing her to shudder against my still twitching member. She came again, only this time her horn lit up slightly, shooting a few tiny magic sparks in to the air, much to my delight.

The little filly had drenched my legs with her cum. She certainly was a juicy little thing.

Gasping for breath, she craned her neck up towards me, her small body still balanced obscenely on my deflating cock. She licked at my cum on her muzzle, tasting it. "What's this?" She asked.

"You just made me feel so very good Sweetie, all my love for you came out all at once." I said, ruffling her mane as I set her down on the counter.

She finished cleaning her muzzle, her pink tongue expertly catching all the drops of my seed. Swallowing, she looked intently at me with those green eyes.

"Can I have some more of your love?"

I grinned at her.

"Sure."

A Princely Diversion

Discord was having an absolutely wonderful time.

In this form he could hobnob with all the elite of Canterlot and nopony was the wiser. None of the ponies here seemed to see through his near perfect disguise. He delighted himself as he would butt into conversations, only to have ponies trip over themselves trying to accommodate him. Every stallion in the place was literally at his beck and call.

Walking by a mirror he smirked. He could see why. He had copied the Princess of Love perfectly. Sultry light purple eyes sparkled back at him, a perfectly curled mane flowing down a graceful pink neck. He scrunched his muzzle cutely as he wiggled a shapely plot, flipping his tail suggestively.

'Looking good, Princess Candyass.' He chuckled.

Turning around, he smiled as he saw the stallions around him pick jaws up off the ground. He spotted the mayor of Ponyville nearby. Discord decided it may be time to suggest some humorous zoning changes. Chaos was so much easier to spread politically after all.

Shining Armor was significantly less amused. He hardly knew anyone here. Sent by his wife to represent the Crystal Empire, he mulled around the refreshments table, yawning occasionally. He wished she could have come.

Suddenly his ears perked up as he saw a familiar pink pony walking through the crowd. "It couldn't be..." he muttered.

Walking to her, she appeared to sense him, turning her head gracefully as white and pink curls cascaded down her neck. His ears perked up as he saw a slight yellow glow to her eyes as she met his gaze. Only a moment, and it was gone.

"I thought you couldn't come?" He said, a massive wave of relief washing over him as he moved in and nuzzled her neck.

Discord blushed at the sudden intimate contact, but smiled when he saw the pony fawning over him. He craned his neck against the guard pony, returning his gesture. "A little change of plans, Shining."

"I'm really glad. I don't think I could handle this place any more. I was hiding by the food." He chuckled at her.

The disguised Discord had a delightfully evil thought. Shining was the perfect mix of trust and gullibility. And he wasn't terrible looking either. They were husband and wife after all.

Discord smiled sweetly at him. "Oh I'm sure it's not that bad. We can find something to do, I'm sure." She said, rubbing her flank against his. He could feel her silky tail run against his leg as she flicked it against him. Blushing crimson, he looked into her enticing eyes.

"Cadance! What's got into you?" He whispered.

"Don't you like it?"

"Well...I would have to be crazy not to. But we have to behave in front off all these dignitaries." He glanced around

"Don't we?"

Discord giggled. "Well if you're shy...why don't we go somewhere more private?" She glanced over at the men's bathroom. "We could use the little colts room."

Shining was flushed red now, the sudden forward nature of his wife making him hotter for her. "It's been a while."

She reached out and nipped his ear, whispering to him. "Well, for old times sake then." Discord turned in front of him, swishing her tail suggestively as pink thighs swayed side to side. Shining followed in a haze, hypnotized be her movement.

"This is crazy." Shining whispered as he kissed along her neck, ravishing his wife in the tiny stall. "There's so many ponies here...someone's going to hear us."

"Shut up." Discord whispered back. "Just keep going. I don't care if they hear."

Hearing his wife talk like this to him, only ignited him more. He buried his muzzle into her, kissing her graceful neck until reaching her muzzle. He looked deep into her eyes before kissing her deeply. She returned it, her tongue tasting him deeper than ever before. Eyes went wide as she entwined his tongue with hers, and her hoof trailed along his stomach before finding his semi erect cock. He groaned into Cadances mouth.

"I want you right now, Shining. All these stuffed shirts have gotten me all hot and bothered." Discord broke the kiss and turned around presenting her pink plot. Raising her tail to the side, she smiled evilly at the dumbfounded look on his face. Obviously Candyass was never this forward.

Bracing from hooves against the concrete wall, she tempted him. Shining was at full attention now, his leaking member bobbing under him. He braced his hooves along hers, rubbing his strong chest against her soft back. Discord could feel his hard cock rubbing against soft folds as Shining started rubbing against her.

As he started thrusting into her, she shook him away. "Not there. I want it in the back door Shining. I want to get dirty."

Shining Armor was taken aback for a moment. This was new. Cadance had never brought up anal before and he never had asked. But he only hesitated slightly. The throb in his dick made sure of that.

She thrust her tail to the side as hard as she could, exposing a perfect pink ponut. "Get me ready, my Prince."

He knelt down dutifully, tasting her nethers. Discord shuddered as he licked along her slit, spreading her essence all over her taint, and messaging it into her tight ass. He parted her tight pucker, working his tongue deep inside, making his Princess gasp.

Discord sighed, letting the white pony work on him. It had been a long time since he'd had any contact with anyone else. And he intended to enjoy it.

If this was his first time, he certainly was doing a good job. And so enthusiastic! Discord could feel the Prince swirling his tongue inside him, stirring him up.

"Do it, my Prince. I want it inside." She whispered lustfully.

There was no need to ask twice. Powerful white hooves clopped against the wall, and suddenly he was over her, impossibly hard member pressed against her tailhole. He moaned in her ear as he popped inside. She was so tight here. Why hadn't they done this before?

His muzzle buried in her soft mane, he thrust forward more, pushing inside her tight opening. The Prince could feel her spasm against him as pushed deeper, gripping him in a warm vice. He almost lifted her off the ground as he hilted inside her ass, making the pink Princess cry out in surprise and ecstasy as he impaled her.

Shining closed his eyes as he thrust a few times, the tightness of her ass making it hard to move. Every contraction seemed to milk him, and he couldn't last. Burying his dick in the mare, he came. Torrents of sticky seed filled her bowels, held deep inside by his rock hard member. Shining collapsed on her back, breathing heavily against her neck. "That...that was amazing." He gathered himself as he rested against her. "Your turn?"

Before he finished his sentence, he noticed an odd feeling along his stomach. There was no more soft pony fur against him. A strange feathered body had replaced it. Looking further up, his horror grew as he saw a familiar back and crooked set of horns. A clawed talon reached and caressed his muzzle. The form of Discord had suddenly appeared before him. His dick popped out of the draconequis' ass, as the horrified stallion backed up against the cold door of the stall. "What...what did you just do?!"

Discord gave his best look of innocence. "What did *I* do? Why my young Prince, I think it's more a matter of what you did." Discord snickered, raising his tail and showing a well fucked, leaking hole. "Don't think I didn't enjoy it though."

"I thought you were my wife..." Shining said miserably.

"Well, I'm not, sorry. Doesn't mean we can't have fun though, right?"

"You had better get the buck out of here or I'll turn you into stone myself. I don't care what Celestia believes about you." Shining lit his horn threateningly.

Discord made a hand knit horn cozy appear and placed it neatly on the horn. "Now now, no need for all that. After all, you don't want to make a scene. All those ponies outside might hear you. I mean...not like they didn't already hear you rutting me."

Shining grit teeth together as he listened to Discord. He was right. You could hear the sounds of talking outside the stall. Surely someone heard...

"Now my Prince, I think you said it was my turn." The master of chaos sat on the stool, displaying his fully erect dick. Shining gulped as he saw it. It was more like a canines' than a ponies', complete with a tapered tip and small knot. "I'm afraid all the pounding has me a little worked up."

"You can't be serious."

"I'm you don't, I'll scream." Discord said, smirking

"You're not even supposed to be here!"

Discord shifted suddenly to Cadance again. Shining blushed as he looked down. Cadance with a dick. "She can be here though."

"So if I...do it, we're good right?"

Discord grinned at him. "Of course."

The stallion steeled himself, and moved closer to his wife. If Discord stayed in his wife's form, it might be okay. He inched forward, his eyes mesmerized by the red leaking dick in front of him. 'Just need to get it over with.'

Discord caught his muzzle with a pink hoof. "Uh uh uh, you don't get off that easy. You don't get wifey poo's body for this." In a second Shining was mortified as he was almost muzzle to dick with the alien form of Discord. He reached down and grasped his dick, bringing it closer to Shinings muzzle. He hesitated, before reaching out with his tongue and lapping at the tip.

"Mm there you go, soldier boy." Discord moaned. Getting his ass pounded had really worked him up. The soft touch of the stallions tongue brought back ancient memories. It had been way too long.

Shining just wanted this to be over. He recoiled slightly at the taste of Discord's precum, lightly licking the underside of the shaft. Maybe if he could finish him quickly.

Discord thrust his dick forward as Shining startled sacking in earnest, taking the top half into his white muzzle. Discord groaned as he started fucking Shinings' mouth, grinning as the stallion looked up at him with a defeated look. It was the greatest turn on possible.

"Use your hooves, Shining." He instructed. The stallion reached up and stroked the remaining shaft as he suckle on the tip. "That's it. I'm close now." He stared into the guard pony ' eyes. "You better swallow it all. Or I might decide I'm a screamer"

Thoroughly defeated Shining resigned himself to his task. He clamped his mouth on the tip as Discord started moaning, holding the dick in his warm mouth as the chaos lord came inside him. His first spurts hits the back of Shining's mouth, making the stallion choke slightly. He soldiered on, collecting all the thick seed in his mouth. Discord's tongue hung out as he bathed in the afterglow, moving his still hard dick along the stallions tongue, feeling his seed as it sat, still warm, in the royal pony ' mouth.

"Swallow." He said in a soft tone. The willing pony complied, taking it down in three gulps. Shining looked entirely broken now, a look of nausea on his face, and a blob of semen leaking down the front of his muzzle. Discord patted his head. "There there, that's a good boy."

Wiping his muzzle with his hoof, Shining turned to leave. "We're done then."

Discord placed a clawed hand on his back. "I'll tell you when we're done. I feel like having some more fun."

"You can't be serious! You said if I did that for you, we were done!"

Discord shrugged, an innocent look on his face. "Changed my mind. Besides, what do you think Cadance and your sister would think of what you just did? Don't want them finding out do you?"

Shining slumped down. "What do you want..."

"Don't get so down, Princey. I'll let you know. It will definitely be something fun! You may even enjoy it."