A collection of stories

by TAW

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Spitfire, Twilight Sparkle, Cheerilee, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Original Character, Snails, Sex, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Gilda, Rarity
Length: 21246

For those things with nowhere else to go

Because sometimes we don't spend long on what we write, and those things deserve a place of their own. Away from things that have legitimate effort put into them.

Warning: Not all of this is suitable for everybody. Included within are such things as heterosexual, vanilla sex for the purposes of recreation, hoof-worship, rape, bondage, lactation, fucking machines, foalophilia, crazy-person sex, /ss/, and doubtless more.

A collection of short stories written on a whim, on request, whatever. Enjoy.

Index
1)
FlutterDash bondage (Line 11)
2nd Person Soarin' Blowjob (Line 74)
2nd Person human x Cheerilee (Line 93)
2nd Person human x Rarity x Sweetie Belle (Warning: Foalophilia) (Line 120)
2nd Person human x Fluttershy rimjob (Line 143)
Fluttershy in stocks (Warning: Non-consensual) (Line 160)
2nd Person Celestia hoof worship (Line 182)
2nd Person Fluttershy Lactation (Line 201)
TwiDash hornjobs (Line 216)
2nd person Flutterdash bondage (Line 242)
2)
2nd person x Rarity x Applejack
2nd person x Rarity x Twilight
2nd person x Mrs. Cake
Cheerilee teaches sex ed
3)
Anonymous x Crazy Twilight
4)
Applejack vs the Milking Machine
Snails x Twilight
Anonymous x Spitfire
Anonymous x Gilda

Published 2012-01-08 11:53:41 UTC
Last updated 2012-01-10 00:55:58 UTC

Chapter 1

A collection of short stories

Index

FlutterDash bondage (Line 11)

2nd Person Soarin' Blowjob (Line 74)

2nd Person human x Cheerilee (Line 93)

2nd Person human x Rarity x Sweetie Belle (Warning: Foalophilia) (Line 120)

2nd Person human x Fluttershy rimjob (Line 143)

Fluttershy in stocks (Warning: Non-consensual) (Line 160)

2nd Person Celestia hoof worship (Line 182)

2nd Person Fluttershy Lactation (Line 201)

TwiDash hornjobs (Line 216)

2nd person Flutterdash bondage (Line 242)

Fluttershy takes "assertive" a bit too literally (Bondage, FluttershyxDash)

Dash stretched her wings, catching an updraft from the cobblestone path below, the joy on her face matching the joy in her heart as she pulls loops, twists, and turns, zipping around clouds, and punching holes in others - she loves her job so, so much, because, come rain or shine, what she does is a vital part of the town, and she's damn good at it, even if she does say so herself. She tries to be humble, but it's hard when you're that damn good.

So distracted by self-congratulation, she fails to miss the large, black cloud with teeth ahead of her until a moment too late, when she stops dead, and stares at it for a moment before it moves faster than anything she's ever seen, wrapping its mouth around her, and smothering her in darkness. Then the laughter begins to rise up its throat as the tendrils whip out from the darkness, constricting her movements and restraining her limbs, her cries for help going unheard. From all around, a booming voice sounds: "I hope you're ready for this, Rainbow. Um, I'll do my best".

Um? Evil black tentacle clouds don't /go/ "um"! Evil black tentacle clouds aren't a thing at all, and no cloud could stop Rainbow Dash! The only explanation is an evil wizard, come to take Dash out before she can foil their evil plans! Shaking herself awake, Dash flexes her wings and prepares to take off!

And fails completely, her limbs expertly tied to the table she's lying on, being propped up at an angle so she can see most of the room - though it's too dark to make anything out. The evil wizard must have anticipated that the great Rainbow Dash could escape from their evil clutches! Unfortunately, no matter how much Dash twisted or turned, the ropes wouldn't come undone. If Dash couldn't escape, she'd probably be stuck down here for good - if Dash had fallen, then who else could possibly hope to resist!

Before Dash could properly flesh out her fantasy world of wizards, plots, and generally everything revolving around her, a familiar pony clopped down the stairs into this small, dark basement, carrying a candle, the single point of light casting a long shadow from her pink hair onto her yellow body. Fluttershy! Fluttershy can save Dash, and then Dash can defeat the wizard! Waiting for Fluttershy to get close, Dash opened her mouth to explain how the knots worked so she could be freed (She did not, of course, actually know this, but the hero of the tale always knows the answers), but was quickly silenced by a hard hoof across the face, and Fluttershy's insistence of "Silence!"

"You will speak when spoken to!", snaps Fluttershy, the confident, assertive voice quite unlike her.
"What the hay's gotten into you?", asks a bewildered Dash, reflexively trying to pull up a hoof to rub her face and clear the stinging sensation.

Dropping her head slightly, Fluttershy looks at the ground and mumbles about how Dash told her to be more assertive, so she went to Rarity and got some advice, and some books from Twilight - even some equipment from Pinkie. Applejack donated an apple to the cause. Fluttershy wasn't sure what the apple was for. Anyway, that's not the point, the point is that Fluttershy now knows what "assertive" means and has read up on how to assert herself over another pony, so she wants to show Dash what she's learned. It was easy to get her down here, just pull the cloud she was sleeping on down, and then carefully tie her to the desk and wait for her to wake up. It took several hours. Fluttershy ate the apple to pass time.

"That's, uh, that's not what I meant, Flu-"
Dash awkwardly tried to convey her disagreement with Fluttershy's plan, before being silenced by another hoof. "Quiet!" snapped through the room, Fluttershy back to her clearly practiced voice, as she trotted over to a box, getting out a few pieces of equipment. A small whip, a baking spoon, and a knife. Taking the whip in her mouth, she gives it a test snap, producing two effects - a loud bang, and a terrified blue pegasus. Opening her mouth once more, Dash got out maybe three syllables before the whip found its way to her abdomen, causing her to scream out in pain.

"Look, Fluttershy, I know I said I was interested, but this really isn't what I mea-*SNAP*-AAAGH!". A whip to the wing really, really hurts. Fluttershy gets in close, stares Dash in the eye, and whispers "You will speak only when spoken to, Rainbow, do you understand?"

"Yeah, fine, wha-OW" - a hoof jabbed into the side of her body produces pain too. Fluttershy continues to stare.

"Yeah, I get i-AGH" - a quick bite on the eat dissuades Dash from continuing that particular sentence, and gives Fluttershy the perfect position to whisper "I want 'Yes, Mistress'" into Dash's ear.

"Yes, Fluttershy", said Dash, the defiance audible. A hoof was jammed into her side, but she just grunted, and reiterated - "Yes, Fluttershy."

Of course, Fluttershy had expected this - Dash is one of the most assertive ponies around, and if she wanted to show her how much she'd learned, she really would have to try. Twilight's library has quite a selection, including a very interesting tome on Pegasus anatomy, meaning she knew exactly what to do next. If Dash was to bend to her will, something else would have to bend first. So, with a slow, forceful hoof, she started to bend Dash's wing back. First just extending it to flight angles, but then further, wrapping the edge over the table, feeling the resistance of the bones and muscle as Dash bites her lip. A final push, and Dash screams in agony, "YES MISTRESS, PLEASE, YES MISTRESS". And release.

Control is easy if you have the knowledge, Fluttershy thinks to herself while she smiles, wondering what Twilight would think if she knew what her knowledge was being used for. Looking back to Dash, seeing the tears of pain starting to stop, and the defiance in her eyes gone, she held out a hoof and commanded: "Lick it clean". It was already clean, she hadn't planned enough ahead, but Dash slowly stuck out a tounge and started to lick anyway - she trusted Fluttershy enough to know she wouldn't be hurt if she complied.

"Good girl, now stop, close your eyes and don't make a noise".
Dash laid back on the table, closed her eyes, and tried to keep her breathing to a minumum. Time for Fluttershy to test just how submissive Dash could be. The height of the table had been pre-calculated, exposing Dash's open crotch at about head level, for Fluttershy's convenience. Jamming a tongue into Dash's slightly damp slit, she heard a gasp from above. Gasps aren't silence, and silence was the command - that's a whipping. For a first offence, just the one, and just on the chest, but it won't stay that way. "I said stay quiet, Rainbow."

"Yes... mistress".
Fluttershy had to surpress the squeal - Dash was proving far more pliable than she'd feared, apparently the threat of wing damage was enough to keep her underhoof. Putting the whip down, and walking back to the table, she notes the slight dampness had changed to something rather wetter, the hair below stained a little darker. She was enjoying it. Not as much as Fluttershy, for sure, but enjoying it nontheless. Well, back to work, as Fluttershy's probing tongue found its way back inside Dash's sweet candyvag, savouring the taste, and the ease by which she could take it. Pulling her snout back, she licks her lips and contemplates - it tastes a little like rainbows, slightly spicy, but nowhere near as strong, but also sweet, almost fruity. Moving around to Dash's side, she decides to investigate flavours further, running a tongue down Dash's flank. Just fur, nothing special, though she could feel the shivers through Dash's body as her tongue left a trail of saliva all down her side. That's special.

The wings, again, had no particular taste, but Dash's body rocked with every touch, straining against her bounds and biting her lower lip hard enough to break the skin, tasting a little blood. Tasting. Flavours have a taste - with a flick of the wing, Fluttershy raises herself to head level, and pries Dash's mouth open with a tongue, meeting her for a forceful kiss, running her tongue all down Dash's lip, tasting the... copper? Not particularly nice, in any case, and overshadowed by Dash's saliva, as its warm, very mild flavour runs through Fluttershy's mouth, Dash's silent sighs of pleasure noticable here.

With a backhoof, Fluttershy starts to rub up and down Dash's soaking areas, her body rocking and her eyes screwing up in concentration as she tries her very hardest not to scream in pleasure. "You like that, don't you, Rainbow? You want me to finish it, don't you? Say it. Tell me how much you want it" Fluttershy whispers at Dash, before pulling back, leaving her shivering with desire and the sudden loss of contact.

"Please, Flu- Mistress, just... please! You're assertive, alright, enough games, please, I need... you." begs Dash, her humility not even forced by this point, her regular egotism being overriden by the knowledge the only pony who can satisfy her lust-addled body wouldn't continue unless she submitted completely.

"Why should I, Rainbow?"

Several seconds of silence followed, as Dash tries to comprehend the question. She... she's Rainbow Dash, she could have any mare she wants, right? So why is she here, begging for the scraps Fluttershy is willing to give her, tied to a desk and unable to escape? She doesn't know. Her mistress demands an answer, and she doesn't have one - she's unworthy. She doesn't deserve it. She says as much, she has no answer.

"That's right, you don't deserve it. So be thankful you're getting it" snarks Fluttershy, Twilight's advice on snarkery paying off. Flying back down, her nose penetrating the strong musk of desire and arousal, she buries her head in Dash's crotch and starts to suck, lick, and rub her tongue all over, Dash's slit so slick that there's no friction at all, and her arousal so strong that such minor stimulation is enough to bring her to the edge, her resolve to remain silent breaking, as her voice cries out, echoing around the room and into Fluttershy's ears - a beautiful sound. The sound of an overconfident, self-centered woman being brought to the cusp of orgasm mostly by her own thrill at submitting, and partially by the slightest touch of her mistress. A heavier touch later, and she's over the edge, her body convulsing and her mind wiped clean of everything but a world of pleasure, her voice reaching new heights, before breaking to a low moan, half of her restraints snapping as her body forgets its limits in the heat of the moment.

Of course, without those restraints, there's nothing to stop her from falling. Right on top of Fluttershy. Alas, she's not strong enough to push Dash off of her, and Dash is still too lost in post-coital bliss to notice, so several minutes go by, Dash dripping fluids onto Fluttershy from her crotch and her mouth, while Fluttershy reflects on what she's achieved, and drops the mistress act, wrapping her legs around Dash and planting a kiss on her nose. Evenutally, Dash comes round.

"Did... I do well?"

"So awesome, mis- Fluttershy. So awesome.", smiled Dash, as her legs found their way around Fluttershy in return, and they lay there together.

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I learned that when your friends give you advice, it's always best to try and take it seriously, because it might be able to help you better yourself as a person. Sometimes, your friends can tell you things about yourself even you hadn't noticed, and by accepting their advice, you might find your friendship becomes all the stronger as a result.
Your Faithful Subject,

Fluttershy

Anonymous Woman on Soarin' (Straight blowjob from the perspective of the female)

You gasp - this is really happening. Soarin' stands there before you, his hooves pressing into the cloud beneath, having successfully removed his flight suit. You'd heard that he was one of the few members of the wonderbolts who actually WOULD take fans up on their star-crazed offers, but you never really believed it until now. You, with him! This'll be one hay of a story to tell all your marefriends back in Cloudsdale. Suppressing the squeak of delight as he confidently moved forward to kiss you, you fall back onto the cloud, letting the star of the show lead.

Breaking the kiss, he sees you lying before him, showing him everything you have to offer and letting him make his choice. Nobody could see you up here, nobody was going to interrupt, and he didn't have another show for hours. Suddenly, a grin swipes across his face and his eyes light up - he has an idea! Swinging up with a flap of his handsome wings, he moves closer to you, bringing his long, hardening stallionhood into view. Very into view, as he hovers above you, keeping it in position. You get the idea.

Reaching out with a hoof, you give the end a little poke, giggling as it bounces in front of your eyes. You need that in your mouth right now, you think, as you dart forward, feeling the tip pierce between your lips as his taste fills your mouth and smothers your tongue. The gasp of delight above you reinforces that you're servicing him to his satisfaction, so you carry on with renewed vigour.

Slowly moving forward, taking more and more of his long, hard rod into your mouth, your eager drool lubricating his path all the way, you wrap your tongue around as well as you can, keeping it in motion to ensure his sensations never end. Forcing back a choke as his end reaches the back of your throat, you start to reverse, running your tongue back up him in a lazy line.

As you reach the end again, and his large cock leaves your mouth with a satisfying pop, you gasp for breath, not caring about the thin strands of liquid bridging the gap between you and him, not caring how much is your saliva, and how much is his precum. It doesn't matter, your lungs no longer ache, but your mouth does - for him. You can't do all the work, though, you whisper to him, before plunging him back into your throat, hoping he'd get the idea.

The sound of his wingbeats assures you he had, as he begins to slowly slide up and down your mouth without your attention. You hold still and ready yourself, while he flexes his wings in preparation. Then he begins - one swing sends him deep inside you, the other swing brings him back out. Grabbing what half-breaths you can on his time outside of you, you try desperately to lash him with your tongue on his way back down, each thrust giving you more and more of his length, your gag reflex barely suppressed as your coughs and splutters are held inside by his sizable member.

Not long after that, you feel his body slam into the end of your mouth - you've taken him all. Feeling the tip of his penis sticking down your throat, you wonder how you haven't yet been sick - but not for long, as you feel the spasms running through his body. He's about to cum. One more thrust, and he stays there, blocking your breaths completely as he begins to unload. You quickly do what gulping you can, swallowing passionately as your half-closed eyes see nothing but his lower body, and your nose smells nothing but his scent. Your tongue tastes nothing but Him, and your throat feels nothing but what seems like gallons of his seed rushing into you.

Not being able to breath is problematic, as your vision starts to dim. Still you gulp. Growing darker. Still milking him dry. The colours are gone now, his coat is grey. His seed is done, he's pulling out, but it's a little too late, and you slip into unconsciousness.

Anonymous x Cheerilee (Vanilla human x pony)

You don't have any kids, why are you hanging around a school? Just interest, you suppose - how does Equestrian education differ from human education? Well, the thing you noticed as soon as you walked through the doorway was that, though you had some minor crushes as you grew up, no teacher you've ever seen could compare to her for looks. It must be hell for the colts having to try and pay attention to Equestrian history, maths, Equestrian, Celestia studies, or any number of boring subjects while dat ass waved around. You know you haven't learned anything. You were just popping in to see what went on, but you've been here for almost the whole lesson now, watching how she teaches.

And then the bell goes. Well, she hits a cup and says "Class Dismissed, everyone! Don't forget to bring in your homework tomorrow!", and watches with a smile on her face as the students happily vacate the room.

"So, what brings you here? You've been sitting there a while!"
You try and think of an excuse, but your brain isn't really working. Well, that's not true - it's working on admiring her body, and the way her mane rests against her side, and the depths of those eyes, and imagining running a slow, lazy tongue over that symbolic cutie mark, and lots and lots of things which aren't excuses. So you tell her the truth - you wanted to see how she taught, but... she was too distracting to pay attention to what she was saying.

She seems annoyed by that.
"Well I never! That's very, very naughty of you! An hour's detention. Right now."
...

"On that desk"
She... mustn't get much attention from men, spending most of her time cooped up in here or planning lessons. She's already spread across the desk. Celestia, she must be desperate, you think, as you desperately struggle with your belt to free your raging erection. Fuck you, it's been a long time, you have an excuse for being desperate.

Rushing over to her, kicking off the last of your pants as you go, you realise she's at the perfect height as you grasp the sides of her flank, roughly pulling her around and into position before using a hand to guide yourself in to her quickly dampening pussy. She stifles a scream as her tail whips from side to side, just from penetration. As you start to thrust, her ability to muffle her sounds drops off, as her silence gives way to light moaning. Bracing herself on the desk, she starts to thrust back into you, meeting you halfway and causing both of you to grunt.

Grabbing her by the hair, you start to pull, her neck craning back as she screams unreservedly into the afternoon air, your mutual thrusts meeting with the squelch of wet hair on skin as a small pool of her arousal gathers beneath the two of you, dripping from the side of the desk to the floor. Slapping her side with your free hand, you hear a string of Equestrian expletives most of the parents in town would be shocked to hear from their foals' teacher, as well as the chorus of moans and grunts that had preceded it.

Watching as her eyes roll upwards in pleasure, you feel the quivers run through her body as her little-used body begins to grant her release. Her moans give way to a constant, low groan as you feel her vagina start to contract around you, squeezing and pulling, and quickly driving you over the edge with her, milking you for every drop you have as both of you scream in ecstasy.

Completely spent, your knees give in and you fall on top of her, collapsing the desk and leaving you both in a hot, wet, sweaty, sticky mess on the floor. You run a tired hand through her mane, and open your mouth to ask if maybe she'd like to get a drink some time and get to know each other properly, when you hear the voice of another pony ring out across the room.

"Miss Cheerilee? I forgot my pencil"

Anonymous x Rarity x Sweetie Belle (Human x pony x filly)

"Come in, darling"
Aha, it's your turn. Clothes shopping always takes forever, but now you can finally get on with it. Stripping off your minimal clothing, so Rarity can better measure and design for you, you open the door, and walk into the rojesus christ what is Sweetie Belle doing? Is that... what?

The meaning of the word "Darling" flashes into your head. This wasn't your call in at all, it was Sweetie Belle's. And her and Rarity are... pleasuring each other. Apparently this is legal in Equestria. You think it's fucking weird. And kinda hot.Luckily, while Sweetie squeaks and hides behind Rarity's fabulous shaped butt, Rarity merely smiles.

"Oh, had I left you out there, all alone, in the cold? Well, now, dear, that won't do. Come, you can join us, we shall deal with your clothing once we are all satisfied with a job well done"
On the one hand, it's weird. On the other hand, you do need those clothes, and Rarity is a very attractive pony - maybe that runs in the family. It doesn't really matter, anyway, your choice wasn't made by your brain - the penis now sticking out at an angle from your body made it some time ago. Silently walking over to their bed, you see Sweetie look out at it with fascination. She's so cute. What isn't cute is that she immediately leaps over Rarity's lying body and clamps her lips around your ballsack, the tip of her horn poking your length slightly. That's not cute, that's... that feel nice. That feels good.

"Kneel down then, dear"
You comply, making sure to keep your body high enough off the floor that Sweetie can fit inside, her young, inexperienced, but eager tongue kissing the underside of your balls. The tip of your penis, though, is now at Rarity's head level, and her intention is clear as it breaches her lips. Ooh, that feels very good. Slowly, deliberately, she brings her head forward with constant speed, taking your entire length down her throat without issue, pushing Sweetie's horn out of the way. Sweetie doesn't like that.

Waiting until Rarity retreats, she begins to kiss at the base of your penis, finding joy from your moan, brought on through pleasure as much as knowing how taboo this should be. Rarity scowls - she's not about to be outdone by her little sister! Plunging her head back forward, dropping the pretense of being slow, her expert tongue runs over your shaft as her head moves back and forth rhythmically, Sweetie's youthful speed aiding her as she plants strong kisses and licks in the places Rarity has just left. They're having a sisterly competition, and the score is how far each of them can get you lost in pleasure.

Rarity is winning, easily - her skillful tongue and practiced throat trivially overwhelms Sweetie's talented but little used mouth. Rarity is too good, Sweetie never really stood a chance, and the moment she feels the tension in your body rise, and sees your face screw up in pleasure as you reach the edge, she knows she can't win on points.

Rarity pulls back, and starts to finish you off with a solid few tugs from her horn - her white coat can always stand to be a little whiter. Sensing her moment, Sweetie takes a running jump, just as you finally ejaculate, the semen flying through the air towards Rarity's open mouth. Intercepting it in mid air, it splatters all over Sweetie Belle's coat, and she hits the ground with a squealch. Rarity pouts - in order to win, she needed the cum all to herself, and now Sweetie Belle has it. It's not fair, now she has to do Sweetie's chores for a week!

Gritting her teeth, she turns back to you, your panting form lying on the floor.
"Now, darling, about that dress?"

Anonymous rims Fluttershy (Human x pony analingus))

She squeaks. Fluttershy stands before you, her front legs spread out across the ground and her back legs raising her sizable ass into the air in front of you. You can smell it - she's in heat. Her natural desire to run and hide from new and scary things has been temporarily overwhelmed by a massive, inarguable desire to mate, and you're the only male she could find. You know the drill, anything'll do, it just has to get them off. Fluttershy isn't like other ponies, though - most of them want nothing more than a good rutting, and normally you'd be happy to give it, but Fluttershy needs it slower. And as little inter-species sex as possible - it's not that your human penis won't do the job, she's just scared of it.

The other hole, then, and with your mouth, not your dick. Kneeling down, watching her quiver in front of you, partially though fear and partially through an insatiable desire, you reach out to pull her tail out of the way. She squeaks. You pull again, holding it well away from you as your other hand cups the side of her flank, your fingers tracing a light pattern against her cutie mark.

Then you're on - pressing your head between her ample ass-cheeks and running a wet tongue from the top of her soaking wet vagina to the base of her tail, taking your enjoyment from her moan of delight as you begin your work. She hates that she has to go through this, but she loves what she has to go through. Finding her tight, puckered hole, you start to run your tongue around it, losing yourself in the wrinkles of her skin, and feeling the heat from her body against yours. Her strengthening pants and gasps further reinforce your actions, as you slowly spin your tongue closer and closer to the centre.

When you reach, you pause a moment, letting the tip of your tongue rest against her hole, before pushing your head further between and wrapping your lips around the area, gently probing inside in some perverse emulation of a kiss. Her moans increase in volume quite dramatically as your eager tongue forces its way deeper, exploring her most intimate and taboo hole.

Carrying on with your misplaced attempt at a passionate, intimate kiss, you drop her tail and grasp both sides of her flank in your strong hands, pulling yourself in even stronger and letting her tail rest against your back. Diving as deep as you can, you run your tongue around, exploring, as her tail twitches and quivers on your back in time with the increasing spasms from her body, and the almost deafening moans from up ahead. Almost.

As her pleasure nears tipping point, she starts to lose control, losing her grip on the floor and sending both of you tumbling to the ground. Your grip is strong, and you keep your face securely clamped in place, ensuring her time on the ground is spend writhing in pleasure until you feel her body tense up, moments before her tight asshole grows even tighter, contracting around your tongue as she's driven over the edge, the gushing liquid from below your chosen hole dampening your chin and soaking the ground. You slowly retrieve your tongue, and watch her lying in the dirt, panting heavily and lying in a pool of her own juices.

She hates that she has to go through this. You don't

Fluttershy x Stocks (Non-consensual)

Fluttershy had been a very bad pony. The notice to the right of her said as much - a royal decree denouncing her as a thief and sentencing her to 5 days in stocks for her crimes. The crime, of course, was theft of the princess' bird, and it was only Twilight's pleas that reduced Fluttershy's crime from treason, and her sentence from banishment. Fluttershy should be thankful, really, at least this way she'll still get to see her friends once it's over. In so long.

To her left is another notice, detailing the punishment. 5 days imprisonment in Canterlot's centre, for free and anonymous use by anypony who wishes. It's a barbaric punishment, but Equestrian justice isn't advanced - there are few enough crimes that prisons and jails aren't viable. A short period in bondage is a common punishment for mares found to be breaking the law - few do it.

In-between the two notices stands Fluttershy. Two thick metal planks surround her fore and backlegs, holding her in place. Another joins the two, keeping her completely still. A thinner pole sticks out of the ground, connected to the harness around her head, keeping it still. Everything else is untouched. The only part of her body she can move are her wings, but she's tied in too tightly for them to help her escape - plus she knows the punishment for escaping her punishment will not be light.

Her friends are nowhere to be found. They aren't allowed near, not for the duration of her punishment. Not a single friendly face is allowed into the square, and the guards there have been told to enforce that. Rainbow Dash tried. She'll recover by the end of the week, but she won't be trying that again quickly. Fluttershy is alone in this.

She squeaks as the guards finish roughly tying a blindfold over the top of her head, rendering her effectively blind. The earplugs inside of it block out all external noises, making her basically deaf. The day will start soon, and the square will become a bustling hub of activity. Stallions understand it is their civic duty to carry out her punishment, there won't be any mercy. The guards have left her now, she's completely alone.

A cold terror sweeps through her - she has no idea what's coming. She always figured she'd wait for "the one", now she'll never know who her first was. Nor can she predict it, the first males could be coming through any time now, and the first Fluttershy would know about it was the feeling of their hooves on her back. She's terrified. A tear forms at the edge of her eye, but quickly soaks into the thick blindfold. So she waits, shivering in fear.

After what seems like days, she feels what she'd been anticipating. First hooves on her back, then the full weight of a mighty stallion, only her tight bindings keeping her legs from collapsing under the weight. Then the hard, wet feeling of the edge of their penis pressing against her stone dry vagina. Pain, and hurt, and suffering, she felt as the male who took her virginity begins to thrust, using his own lubrication in lieu of hers. She cries out, a half-chocked sob, as she tries to steel herself for 4 days, 55 minutes more of this.

Holding in her screams, she grits her teeth as she hears the male behind her grunt and groan, clearly nearing orgasm. Reaching it, she feels his seed rush into her, filling her with a searing heat and a disgustingly pleasurable sensation. Her tears run freely now, still not getting far, as she starts to loathe both the creatures who'd done this to her, and herself for her own body's weakness. Curse Twilight for not just letting her leave - at least outside of Equestria she wouldn't be put through this.

The stallion pulls out, leaving her without a word, and letting his seed drip out of her onto the ground below. Fluttershy feels another begin to mount her. This time she can't suppress the sob. 4 days, 50 minutes.

White Hooves (Human x Pony hoof worship)

Two magnificent towers rise up from the ground before you, casting long shadows across the room from the dim candlelights. Watching as the yellow light twinkes on her white fur, you maintain your kneel in front of your princess. Truly it is an honour to be granted an audience with her, something you convey to her by your continued silence and lack of movement. You have to admit, as you wait for her to allow you to rise, you didn't think you'd be left here on the cold ground quite so long, but the vision of beauty before you makes it bearable, as you study her golden shoes and the subtle curve of her magnificent, long legs.

Without saying a word, she slips a hoof out of its covering, while lowering her head to your ear and whispering "Be sure to pay your princess proper respect, subject"

You're taken aback - you were here for political discussions, this is an outrage. Should be an outrage. The smell should be driving you to cover your mouth, but you find it... intoxicating. She spends all day on her hooves, they must be so tired, it's not too much to ask for a loyal subject to help her feel better, is it? Your cheeks begin to flush red with shame - how could you have considered denying your princess, after all she does for you? Far from you honouring her, she honours you by granting you permission to touch her beautiful extremities.

Lifting a hand, you cup her hoof, holding it up, and still, as you take a deep breath - the musky scent of a hard day's work almost as beautiful her her. Maybe more beautiful, it symbolises everything she does for her kingdom. It'll be a shame to wash it off, but you were given a command - you have no choice but to comply. You would never make a choice but to comply. Stretching out a tongue, you draw a strong, straight line from top to bottom, savouring the slightly sour taste as Celestia stands tall above you, smiling softly. "Continue", she commands.

Bringing up your other hand to hold it tightly, you start to run your tongue around the hard, round edges, gathering tiny pieces of dirt that had fallen inside her horseshoe during the day - it should disgust you, but anything in such close proximity to Her couldn't ever be disgusting. You swallow it gladly, eager to relubricate your tongue and get back to work, continuing along the curved end, leaving the fur slightly damp behind you.

Satisfied with your work, you bring your attention to the hard, flat, surface below. It's clean, her feet never touch the floor, but the day's walking and standing have had their toll, leaving it strong smelling and slightly distasteful. Of course, it's Her taste, so regardless of what your taste buds say, you know it's delicious, so you greedily lap at the small plane, making sure to cover every last inch with your saliva, gathering her taste and making sure you don't miss anything. Closing your eyes as you make the last run, you sigh in happiness, hoping your princess is satisfied - you did your best.

Looking up at her, not having been given permission to speak, you watch as she inspects the hoof, before giving you a light smile, and raising another. It's going to be a long, fulfilling night.

A nice cold glass of pony milk

At least, that's how it started. Fluttershy invited you over for a meal, she'd cooked it herself. It was delicious. You had a glass of milk with it, it was even more delicious. She didn't reveal until afterwards that every part of your feast was entirely her own work. She'd grown the vegetables, cooked them herself, collected plenty of herbs and spices, and milked herself.

The milk was perfect - the meal wasn't. It was a bit too salty, leaving you thirsty. Fluttershy was, of course, highly apologetic, but she had a solution to hoof - she still needed milking for tonight. So here you are, sitting forward in your chair while Fluttershy clears a space for herself in front of you. There are no clean glasses, you'll have to drink straight from the source. It won't be chilled - she's sorry about that - but she can promise delicious. You've heard of pony milk having... effects, but you've already drunk one glass and you can't wait for more, so they can't be that bad.

Finally, she's ready, plonking herself in front of you and spreading her legs wide, leaving you to gaze upon her, her two pert little breasts lying each side of her thin slit, it being the same colour as her pink mane and tail. But that's not what you're interested in right now. Giving one of her teats a poke, you watch the dribbles of while fluid appear from the tips of her nipples. Milk. That's all the excuse you need, you think, as you push the chair away from under you and drop to your knees for a better angle, wrapping your lips wide around her teat to gather up those droplets.

Then you're off, starting slow with a light suck, pulling out a slow stream and moaning in sensation as it starts to roll over your tongue, filling your mind with the taste of milky cream, and the sensation of it flowing down your throat as you swallow whatever comes into your mouth. It's delicious. You need more. Bringing your tongue to bear, you start to rub around her tip, stimulating more release and licking greedily as her flow increases. Looking up at her, you see her head lolling backwards and her hair flowing out across the table, her clearly enjoying this every bit as much as you.

Grasping her teat in your hand, you start to massage it, rhythmically squeezing and timing your gulps to get down as much fluid as you can, lest your mouth overflow - the thought of spilling a drop fills you with horror. Greedily lapping at her breast, you start to become aware of her heavy breaths, and light moans, and the smell of her arousal fills your nose. It smells good. Not as good as the milk tastes, though, you think, as you nibble across her nipple, bringing out yet more sweet ambrosia, on top of her increasing moans.

Swapping to the other teat, letting the last few drops of the first soak into her fur to give you an excuse to spend more time with your tongue running against her body later, you continue your enthusiastic assault, grasping firmly with both hands this time, suckling skilfully and gulping down all you can, leaving the overflow to spill out of the corners of your mouth, where it dribbles down her leg and onto her slit. Filling your already full stomach, you finish emptying her, letting the last few squirts roll down her body, just so you can catch them on the end of your tongue just before they hit the table. Looking up at the exhausted mare above you, you comprehend her beauty properly for the first time. Only a truly beautiful heart could produce such incredible flavour. You think you might love her. Something to ponder later, you think, driving out the less practical thoughts as you flex your tongue in readiness to give the rest of her a good cleaning. Starting with in-between those glorious teats.

Dash Fucking With Twilight

Dash's head poked out of the cloud, her excellent Pegasus eyes focused through Twilight's window as she watched for her latest prank to be sprung. Sprung literally - Dash (with Pinkie's help for design and development) had installed springs into the back of every single book in one of Twilight's bookshelves. Rainbow Dash has, quite clearly, too much free time.

Giggling away to herself as Twilight walked towards the bookshelf with a determined look in her eye, she burst out laughing as Twilight pulled at a book and turned around, fully expecting it to follow her. It didn't. The springs had been installed directly into the wall, Twilight doesn't have a hope of pulling it out by force - oh, how Dash and Pinkie will laugh later. They have strange senses of humour. Twilight's had always been more practical - more hooves on. Twilight would not be amused at all, for example, by how her pulling grew stronger and stronger until she pulled the wall down - interrupting Dash's laughter momentarily as her jaw dropped.

So no, Twilight was not happy. Dash's disguise somewhat fell apart when Twilight realised it was the only cloud in the sky, and it was rocking with the force of Dash's laughter. Laughter she was quick to extinguish with a pulse of her horn, clamping Dash's mouth shut and pulling her towards the broken wall at speeds rivalling Dash's own flight.

Flipping her over in the air, and bringing her to a slow stop, Twilight met Dash with a light kiss.

"You're lucky you're so pretty, Dash, I can't stay mad at you. Help me pick these up, and we'll call it even", spoke Twilight with a sly grin. Not to Dash's satisfaction, though - she always hated being caught in the act, even if it was by Twilight. Though she was still in a red vice grip, Dash flexed her powerful wings and darted into Twilight, barely shaking off the mild red glow, knocking both of them to the ground.

"Nuh-uh, Dash, we have cleaning to do. There's a hole in my wall!", snapped Twilight, "We can't just leaaaaooooooohhhh"
Dash was very good at shutting Twilight up when she was being bossy. The trick, according to Dash, is that her horn is almost embarrassingly sensitive, and Twilight can't think straight under pressure. Thus, running a wet tongue from the base of her horn to the tip can stop her no matter how worked up she's gotten. The knowledge had even saved the town on one occasion, when Twilight once again snapped and started to wreak havoc. The townspeople didn't stick around to see the full resolution of that particular disaster. They heard it, though.

This wasn't so much of a disaster, but Dash found it fun. Twilight found it fun, too, but in a different way. Dash kept on licking the sides of Twilight's horn, joining it with light kisses to the tip and base, too, listening to Twilight's soft moans, her eyes scrunched up in concentration as she used all of her concentration to keep a soundproof bubble around the two. There'd been complaints after last time.

Dash liked to skirt the law, though, whether it be local speed limits or noise pollution. The (second) greatest unicorns in Equestria would have trouble breaking through Twilight's shields, but Dash can do it almost without a thought, wrapping her lips around the tip of Twilight's horn, and starting to lightly suck and nibble at the very top. When the bubble only wavered, Dash dove deeper, taking half of the long, fat horn into her mouth and lashing it with her tongue, shattering the shield as a moan escaped Twilight's lips, and out into the world.

"Still want to tidy, bookworm?" Dash teased, running a hoof along her purple partner's back, waiting for her more submissive other half to make the next move. Grabbing Dash's head in her hooves, Twilight pulled down, thoroughly impaling her on the end of her powerful horn, and causing Dash to gag as the tip touched the back of her throat. Dash closed her eyes and started to grind up and down, stopping to breathe when she could, but otherwise continually running her head up and down Twilight's shaft, relishing in the chorus of gasps and groans that both of them knew would soon be attracting attention.

Running both her forehooves along Twilight's unresisting form, tracing the curves of her shapely body, Dash felt the spasms and vibrations start to rise up through her as the mass of sensation rushing through her horn drove her to the edge, without ever touching down there. Other than a bit of teasing with Dash's tail, of course, the few light whips leaving the end of her tail sodden and matted, and spreading the already sizable puddle of fluid across the floor.

Both feeling and hearing Twilight coming to the edge, Dash felt a strong heat start to build in her mouth, and saw Twilight's red glow start to shine through her cheeks. Not breaking rhythm, or ever stopping her tongue from tracing around Twilight's ridges, Dash broke into a grin - she knew what was coming next. Plunging deep and holding there just as she felt Twilight finally hit the edge, her symphony of moans reaching its highest point, Dash felt a searing heat explode into her mouth, and was flung backwards into the crowd outside, reaching her own orgasm in mid air, moments before all the gathered ponies reached theirs, Twilight's pulse of potent sexual magic spreading out through town. Everyone fell to the ground, exhausted, most of them also very confused, having no idea why they suddenly feel so good.

Dash gives lessons in being assertive (sexually)

It's easy, Dash had said. There's nothing to it, she'd boasted. When Fluttershy had asked for help in being more assertive, Dash had stepped up without thinking - there's nothing to it, it just comes naturally to her. Turned out that teaching that was much harder. That was all in the past, though - Dash brought you in to help her fix it. For one particular chapter of her Big Book Of Assertion, anyway, the fun one. She put an ad in the local paper:

"Two mares seek male partner for assertive, intimate relations"

So here you are. You should have read it twice, "assertive" in this case means that as soon as you walked into the room, Dash hit you with a little stick and tied you to the bed. She apologised later, of course, and explained that it's all for a good cause - she has this friend, who's really very shy, who needs to be taught how to take command in the bedroom. It sounded like the plot of a bad porn flick, but as far as you could tell, this stunningly pretty blue pony in front of you was saying she wanted to dominate you while other people watched. Like any hot-blooded male, you were very much okay with that.

Eventually, a yellow Pegasus snuck into the room, hiding away.

"Fluttershy! Get up here! Think of the other lessons, be assertive!", shot the blue pony, naming the other.
"Oh... okay, I can do this! I can ohmygoshitssobig-" squeaked the other, as she caught sight of your decidedly average sized, though very much excited, member. The blue one shouted again, forcing Fluttershy to flutter up and above, and get ready to watch.

"Taking control is easy, it's just like all the other lessons. Self-Confidence, inner strength, and passion!", barked the beautiful young Pegasus with the dazzling mane, "and in this case, you need to know what you want, and what he wants too - you have it, he wants it. Only give what you want to, but take whatever you want. Let's begin, but watch closely"

The first thing she did was slap you, straight across the face, with a quick, light hoof. Commanding you to lick it, she holds it out expectantly and waits for your tongue. Not exactly what you'd imagined from the ad, but it could still be fun. Raising an arm to try and cup her hoof, you remembered the binds tying you to the table. Just the tongue, then, you thought, reaching out with your head to roughly lick over her hoof, to her clear satisfaction.

"See, Fluttershy? They don't have to be tied down, just tell them what to do, you're in charge. Try it, it's fun!", she instructs the other Pegasus, retracting her hoof.

"Okay, um, could you... uh... do you want a hug?"
The only sounds after that were a quick facehoof and the continued flapping of their wings.

"Fluttershy, look at this thing", she instructed, poking a hoof into your wobbling penis, "he doesn't want a hug. Neither do you, don't think I can't smell it, we all can. He's not going to say no, tell him what you want. Don't hold back. Self-confidence, inner strength, and passion - go!"

"Right! Uh, mister, I want you to...", Fluttershy squeaked, trailing off into mumbles. Both you and Dash stared at her, and then each other.

"Yeeeeah, look, I'm real sorry about this. She's meant to be learning. How about this?", Dash reasoned with you as she flew over to Fluttershy and grabbed her flank, pulling her over to you and shoving her wet, musky slit into your face. Dash wasn't kidding when she talked about the smell. Breathing it in deeply, it filled you with an almost primal desire - commands or not, you need to be inside of that. Tilting your head forward, feeling her sodden fur against you, you began to kiss along her, bending slightly further down as her wings gave in almost immediately.

Dash interrupted your kissing to pick Fluttershy back up and spin her over, putting her back down. Pointing at you, she commanded "lick", and pointing at Fluttershy, she commanded "suck", pushing each of your genitalia into each other's faces. You knew answering shady looking tabloid ads looking for cheap sex wasn't a bad idea! Reaching out with your mouth, you felt her do the same, clamping her lips around your penis even as you started to probe inside of her with your tongue. Neither of you massively experienced, but both of you enthusiastic, Dash watched on in joy, finally having Fluttershy on at least ONE end of assertion.

Fluttershy proved very good at doing what she was told, cradling your length in her hooves as she worked her head up and down, using the tongue normally reserved for shaping that quiet voice to bring you to heights of pleasure, lapping around and over your head and plunging your entire length into her mouth. You gave as good as you got, or near as, lapping greedily at her cunt and nibbling lightly on her clit, enjoying the gaps in her fellatio for uncontrolled moans, and hearing a second set of wet, squashy sounds as Dash went her own away above you.

Feeling both of you about to cum, Fluttershy gets a sudden flash of inspiration and shouts "Stop!" as loud as she can - about a loud talking volume for most others. Reluctantly pulling back, you watched as she pulled herself up and turned around, using a hoof to line up your peg with her hole, before dropping down onto it. Feeling her wet, sticky warmth surrounding you, you struggled to not fall over the edge right there and then, and a few rushed thrusts from both of you later, that struggle was lost. The sensation of feeling your hot sperm shooting inside of her brought Fluttershy over too, her vagina contracting around you and squeezing every last drop out. Your combined moans give Dash the inspiration she needs to follow, sprinkling both of you with her juices as well, even as Fluttershy fell down on top of you.

She, lazily, brought her head around to look at you, and in her most commanding, assertive voice, delivered her decree:

"I'm going to hug you now, if that's okay?"

Chapter 2

Index:

Anonymous x Rarity x Applejack

Anonymous x Rarity x Twilight

Anonymous x Mrs. Cake

Cheerilee's Sex Education Class

Anonymous x Rarity x Applejack

Their argument can be heard across the entire town. Rarity's boutique has been closed for hours, now, and both her and Applejack have been shouting each other down for longer. This isn't, unfortunately, unusual - however, enough is enough. Mayor Mare called together an emergency town meeting to find out who was going to do something about it. Not her, of course, she's too busy doing other mayorly things you wouldn't understand.

Anyway, the upshot is, you find yourself knocking on Rarity's door, the ponies having chosen you as their ambassador not because of your exceptional skills at negotiation, but simply because when the audience was asked to raise a hand if they wanted to volunteer, your hand was highest simply due to your height. So here you are. Knock, knock, knock.

The shouting stops, and you hear the clip-clop of a single set of hooves coming closer, before the door swings open, revealing a rather tired looking Rarity - her hair frizzed and matter, and her coat ruffled.

"Oh my, darling, how rude of me to close up shop! Do come in, I'm sure I can still provide services"
From the depths of the shop came another voice - a rather more rugged call.
"Rar'ty, what you doing? Why're you letting people i- oh, hello there, cowboy, come in for a ride?"

Some ponies like the human form. "Like" like. You only discovered this after reading their club notice on the town noticeboard, asking for discrete pictures of you. You never did get a member list, but it was a sizable group. No matter how much you teased Lyra, she wouldn't give up the names. Or stop trying to lick your fingers. Apparently you've found two more.

Swinging the door shut behind her with a wave of her horn, Rarity motions over to the bed. As tempting as it is, that's not why you're here - you explain to them their shouting is being a disturbance to the town, and several residents have lodged official complaints. They explain back that it's not shouting (Even if Applejack's uncouth voice makes it seem as such, notes Rarity) but moaning. Rarity in particular seems quite offended at the accusation.

"Ideee-a! We won't, ahem, 'shout' so much if you help us finish up! Just get on the bed, we'll be with you shortly"
You can't argue with that. You may be able to solve this town crisis after all, maybe even get a medal for it. Lying down onto the bed, you're not kept waiting long, until Applejack walks into the room, her hair untied and hanging loosely around her neck, and her hat nowhere to be seen. Shoving her face between your legs, it doesn't take much more than a few nuzzles to get the blood flowing down there - but it's very distracting, making it a complete surprise when Rarity fills your vision, as she walks over you and lies down over your chest.

Unable to see their mouths, it comes as a complete surprise when both of their tongues hit at once, running down each side of your shaft unevenly - Rarity a constant, precise speed, and Applejack a more frantic, energetic rush, managing several rough licks before Rarity reaches the bottom even once. Deciding her talents are better used elsewhere, Rarity shifts position, aligning her mouth with the tip of your penis and giving it a small, tantalizing kiss. Taking your moan as a sign of approval, she dives in, the end of your cock easily penetrating into her mouth, Applejack's tongue finding its sloppy refuge at the bottom, beyond Rarity's depths.

As Rarity starts to suck more passionately, AJ decides her own efforts should be relocated, bringing her lips down to your ballsack, planting large, wide kisses over them even as Rarity's speed increases. Before their attentions bring you over the edge, however, you hear a whisper, and both of them stop.

Without a word, but with several squeaks, Rarity shuffles down, bringing her marehood to just in front of your face - her musky scent overpowering. Not stopping to think about Applejack, you quickly bring your head forward, your tongue lashing out to gather her juices and your lips providing some perverse emulation of a passionate kiss, as her moans pass over your ears without a thought - you can't bring yourself to think about anything else right now, not while her scent fills your nose, the sight of her fills your eyes, and the taste of her fills your mouth, even while droplets of her fluids drip down to your chin and onto your chest.

Or, at least, you thought you couldn't think anything else, until you feel AJ finally finish positioning herself, placing the head of your penis at the folds in her body, before thrusting down. Moaning into Rarity's exposed areas, you desperately try to keep rhythm, licking and kissing while you can, and just trying not to collapse at every slam from AJ's tight pussy. It works, mostly, the three of you manage to keep up a basic pattern for a while, your chorus of shouts no doubt terrifying the townsponies even further.

Feeling the vibrations start to build through Rarity's body, as well as your own rising pleasure, you put the last of your energy into bringing Rarity over the edge, your probing, lashing, tired tongue lapping up her delicious juices as she collapses on top of you, groaning very unladylike. The sensation of it is enough to drive you over the edge in turn, your hot seed shooting into Applejack, causing her to yell out as that sensation brings her, in turn, over the edge, her contractions milking more and more semen out of you, until she finally collapses too.

You'd collapse, but you're already lying down. Not that you could move anyway, the two ponies pinning you down with their weight, even as the various fluids the three of you secreted start to drip down upon you, and the musk begins to grow once again. Maybe creating another problem for the town would be worth losing that medal...

Anonymous Twirity Tailjobbery

Twilight's purple mane flowed down her neck, and onto the sparkling, form-fitting dress draped over her body. She looked beautiful, Rarity's designs complimenting her curved body. She'd be the center of attention in any party she cared to visit in that - and that's exactly why she was shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, Rarity, it's just not *me*. I'm sure you can sell it to somepony else, it's beautiful, really, and I'm really happy you thought of me, but I'm just not comfortable with ponies staring at me"
Rarity sighed. At least you'd loved your tailor-made suit, looking quite dashing in it according to both of the mares present.

"Oh, Twilight, I'm sorry, I should have thought! Here I am thinking everyone's like me in the spotlight, I never stopped to think of how you'd feel! Though I have to say, darling, it's a crying shame you won't let the town feast their eyes on this, you look simply divine. Like always"
Twilight and Rarity's relationship was one of the worst kept secrets in Ponyville. Thankfully, Spike still hadn't figured it out - though you still couldn't fathom what he thought the flowers and chocolates were for, if not Twilight dutifully following the steps in Mare's Magazine's list of "How to make your partner feel loved". Still, for everyone else in town, they were practically an open book. Twilight particularly seemed to benefit from Rarity's tuition in everything from pronunciation to how to hold a polite conversation with people you'd rather be nowhere near, though she didn't get many chances to show it off.

Of course, for you, as a third wheel, being invited to the boutique to try on some clothes Rarity had made for the two of you for apparently no reason, it was a little awkward. You swore to yourself you'd find an excuse and run if they started using pet names for each other, but luckily that hadn't happened yet. Still, the suit was lovely, especially given the difficulty of acquiring clothes that fit, despite being as far as you knew unique in Equestria. You owed Rarity a lot.

Breaking the two lovebirds' mutual smile, Rarity started to slowly pull the dress away from Twilight, rolling the material slowly over her flank and along her body.

"Oh, how embarrassing, poor Twilight's tail is stuck in the dress. Be a dear, would you, and come pull it through, darling", asked Rarity, looking at you with a seemingly effortless, but clearly practiced smile. Her "I want something, and you're a man, so you're putty in my hooves" smile. No worries, it's only a bit of tail pulling, you can handle it.

After walking over, you reached out to the base of Twilight's tail, and grasped at the end, producing a giggle from up above. Maybe a bit too 'intimate', you hoped Rarity wouldn't mind, and pulled her tail free. Before you could let go, though, it coiled around your arm - an example of their amazing control over their tails, rendering them practically another limb.

A strong one, too, you realised, as Twilight pulled down sharply and you fell to your knees, putting you at head level with Twilight's rear end, and giving you a full view of what your hand came so close to earlier.

"Oh, my, how forward! Well, I simply couldn't allow you to get that suit dirty. Twilight, would you be a dear and help remove it?"
Within moments, buttons had been undone, zippers had been unzipped and your suit was neatly folded on the side, leaving you stark naked and still kneeling on the floor beside Rarity's Boutique's measuring stand. Your right arm was still held in a tight grip within Twilight's tail. You thought you should probably make sure Rarity was okay with this, but before you could speak a word, you felt her tail brush against your chin as it made its way over your body, occasionally leaving Rarity's private areas fully visible.

The private meeting now made a lot more sense. You'd jokingly flirted with the two before, but Twilight's inexperience and Rarity's traditionalism meant you never for one moment considered they'd actually go through with it. You're all friends! Though, if Twilight's group of friends was representative, Equestrian equines were a lot looser about this sort of thing between friends. The cakes don't let Pinkie bring guests over during her breaks any more.

Still, it was clear which of them was making the first move, Twilight doing little more than holding your arm while Rarity's tail felt and teased its way over your chest, her silky hair brushing over your body. Giving Twilight a nudge, as if to say "get on with it", Rarity's tail dropped across your stomach and down to your semi-erect penis. In your defence, 15 seconds ago you thought it was about to get awkward, not sticky.

Twilight took the encouragement with enthusiasm, releasing your arm to grab your wrist, and guide your hand to the side of her flank. Unsure what to do, you started to lightly rub, getting heavier as she seemed to approve. Running a finger along the biggest star in her cutie mark, you felt the very end of Rarity's tail begin to slide around and grip your now fully grown member, her precision and elegance with her tail easily equalling her normal grace and poise.

The first few strokes quickly filled you with pleasure, the strong, thin, numerous hairs not really resembling a hand in feel at all, but more like a particularly silky, cool vagina. Closing your eyes and reeling forward as you gasp in delight, you ended up face first in Twilight. If you didn't do something, she wasn't going to enjoy this much at all, and her ooh as you struck sounded like approval.

Keeping your eyes closed, you probed out with your tongue, feeling it connect with her fur and the light taste of what you assumed to be her own fluids. Licking one way and the other, you followed the stronger taste until you felt her long, tight slit before you, confirming your discovering by running your tongue from the very bottom, to the very top. The moan of ecstasy from in front proves you right.

Feeling your own mounting pleasure as Rarity's tail contracts and pulls in ways no hand ever could, spreading your own lubrication out to ease its job, and smelling Twilight's increasing arousal, your world-view began to shrink to only include those two ponies, working their magic. You didn't want to disappoint Twilight, so acting quickly, you started to probe inside, tasting her even more powerfully and raising your other hand to her flank to hold her still, and pull her closer in towards you.

Twilight's inexperience proved a useful counterpoint to Rarity's talents, your resistance quickly dropping away as that amazing tail continued to stroke, pull, squeeze and spin around you, and you felt the unmistakable sensation of orgasm begin to reach into the corners of your mind. Twilight was clearly close, too, being unused to such intimacy, as you felt her body begin to shiver and spasm in your powerful grip, and felt her tail drop to her side, her no longer able to keep her grip on your wrist. She no longer needed to.

Her rising moans were timed almost exactly with yours, her legs shaking as she struggled to not collapse, and your body fighting against that purple squiggly tail, not wanting to leave Twilight unfulfilled. Seconds later, that was no longer necessary, as you felt her walls contract against your tongue as she gasped out in pleasure and her legs finally stopped trying, and she collapsed in front of you. No longer needing to resist, your body gave in, letting pleasure overtake you and sending long, thin strands of thick cum onto Twilight's gasping body, the purple-on-white contrast quite glaring.

Falling forward and letting Twilight's soft body cushion you, you joined her in her state of lying there in bliss, breathing heavily and not caring what else was going on.

Some unknown amount of seconds later, you mostly regained conciousness, looking up at Rarity's smiling face. Oh, she didn't get anything at all, that's not really fair.

"Oh, don't mind me, I am generosity for a reason, after all. I let Twilight go first, we're swapping over next"

Anonymous x Mrs. Cake anal

"Come in, Dearie"
Her voice rang out moments after the bell above the entrance to Sugarcube Corner rang, notifying her of your presence. She looked at you. You looked at her. It was time - time to buy delicious baked goods and eat them alone.

"Take your time, dear, I'm all alone today so I'm quite busy, but call over when you've decided!"
With that, she was off, trotting over to the ovens to check on the current baking. Bending down to look through the oven door, you got a lovely view of that big blue ass, wiggling right in front of your eyes. It looked better than any of the buns or pastries. You'd made your choice.

On the other hand, none of these buns and pastries were married, and none of them were basically mother figures to one of your friends, it might be less awkward to sink your teeth into a danish. Less satisfying, too. Oh, decisions, decisions.

"Like what you see?", she asked, her eyes still fixed inside the oven - she knew. You coughed and mumbled and awkwardly started to apologise, much to her surprise - she'd been talking about her stock, not her plot. "Oh, I simply couldn't, what would my husband say?"

Well, he's not here, is he? Besides, both of you know nobody could live in the same house as Pinkie Pie and remain faithful.

"I suppose you're right, what my honeybun doesn't know won't hurt him. These things need time to rise anyway, I'll lock up, dear."
After sliding the bolt shut, Mrs. Cake ("Please, dear, call me Carrot") dropped to her foreknees once again, resting her shoulder on the door. Blimey, she was forward. Much like your rising penis, jutting out at a right angle now and straining against your clothes, which you quickly removed.

Moving forward to grasp her flank in your hands, marvelling at how soft and squashy it was, and becoming very much jealous of Mr. Cake, you started to massage the cutie marks at her sides, knowing from her happy sigh that not only was she very much in the mood, it'd been a while. Best not to leave her waiting, then.

Taking a hand to align the tip of your penis with the glistening folds on her crotch, you press it lightly in, only to hear a squeak of protest - "Oh my, dear, wrong hole!"

You check again. Nope, traditionally, this was the right hole. Unless she... maybe she did. She's a mature woman, she knows what she likes. Realigning to the tighter, puckered hole above, you give a light poke to a distinct lack of protest. Right hole - Not quite a hole in one, but golf metaphors aren't all they're cracked up to be.

Spitting on your hand and rubbing it over your shaft to provide some little lubrication, you grabbed her tail and started to push inside, her tight hole providing a great deal of resistance as she grunted in pain in front.

"My - ow - my husband is too soft, dear. I've been around, I can handle a bit of pain."
That sounded like an invitation to you! Wrapping her tail around your hand, you started to pull, giving yourself more grip to thrust deep inside, her cry of pain turning into a cry of pleasure as your rough strokes start to stimulate her deep inside, and as your own mounting arousal provided additional lubrication as your length became slick with your own juices, quickly brought to attention by the vice grip her anus held on you.

Thrusting harder, you felt her begin to push back, her forehooves anchored against the doorframe to give her more leverage, and you began to hear the rhythmic slap of skin on fur over her panting. Feeling her begin to tighten and spasm as you spear her against the door, your own mounting pleasure builds to its crescendo, sending a stream of hot, sticky semen shooting down her ass as she groans happily at the sensation.

Dropping to both sets of knees, she pulled herself out, satisfied. You watched as her spread anus contracted away, trying to close, even as your seed began to seep out onto her.

"Ooh, thanks for that, dear, it's been so long since I've felt that!" she exclaimed with a weak smile. Still, wouldn't it be better if she'd orgasmed too?

"Darling, when you get to my age, that's not as all-important as it used to be. Plus, well, Pinkie lives here too. Don't worry about me, sonny, I get plenty!"
A little too much information, you think. Now, about those iced buns...

Cheerilee's Hooves On Sex-Ed

"Okay, class, anybody who's parents don't want them to take part can leave early today", Cheerilee called, watching with disappointment as over half the class filed out of the room. News of last year's disaster had spread throughout town, when the males of the class had escaped with the demonstration penis. Cheerilee thanked Celestia there were no other teachers in town, or she'd have been out of a job. As it was, she had to buy another penis with her own money.

Looking out into the remainder of the class - Applebloom was, as ever, sitting in the middle row eagerly awaiting further education. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were at opposite ends of the class, to keep them from constantly talking, and Snails was sitting in the naughty corner. Snips hadn't turned up today, which was unusual.

"Very well, we'll begin!", exclaimed Cheerilee with a grin - this was one of her favourite classes. Flipping onto the first slide with her tail as she walked to the cupboard to extract her penis, she started to begin her practiced introduction:

"Sex ed - or, Sexual Education - is very important for a young pony, so that when you're old enough you'll know what sex is, and how best to do it. We'll be taking the first parts slow, as it's a lot to take i-"
"But Miss Cheerilee! I know what sex is, the animals do it all the time back on the farm! I think I could do it too, if I tried!" interjected Applebloom, leaving the rest of the class staring at her.

"Th... that's nice, Applebloom, but the rest of the class don't have your... experience. We wouldn't want to leave anypony behind, would we?"
"But it's so easy, miss! Watch!"
With that, Applebloom jumped out of her seat and rushed at her teacher, grabbing Cheerilee's sizable cock in her mouth and dashing to the side of the room with it. Cheerilee was temporarily paralyzed by the memories, giving Applebloom time to figure out how the strap worked and tighten it onto herself.

"There! Now, who's gonna be the other one! The uh... the mare!"
Sweetie Belle fainted, the excitement clearly too much for her.

"Are you sure this is how it goes? I haven't seen this in ANY of Dash's magazines, and I always try and sneak off with them!" inquired an incredulous Scootaloo.

"I'm sure, scoot! I could get my cutie mark in sex ed, I'm sure of it! Snails, come here!"
Snails looked up in surprise - he hadn't realised he could come out of the naughty corner yeoh my celestia Applebloom has a penis.

"Uhh... is this still Equestrian history?"

"Naw, Snails, that was before lunch. It's sex ed now, you're my fabulous assistant!"
Snails dutifully shuffled over, being at that awkward age where he'd do anything a pretty girl told him to on the offchance being nice to someone would let him under their tail. As Applebloom mounted him, Cheerilee's massive penis flopping about under her and scraping along the floor, however, he realised how wrong he was.

"NO! GIRLS! STOP IT AT ONCE!", exploded Cheerilee as she finally shook off the awful, awful memories. The screaming may keep her up at night, but it won't rule her day, too. Dashing over to Applebloom and pulling her off a quivering snails, she quickly apologised to... everyone. The penis went back into the closet. Never again.

"Well, cla- Scootaloo, could you revive Sweetie Belle? Thanks - Well, class, given your... hooves on demonstration of how heterosexual sex works, perhaps we should skip to the next chapter, homosexual sex! This is very popular between two members of the same species, partially because it's much more convenient for us fillies, and partially because Prophylaxis, the term we use to cover things like birth control or preventing nasty magical diseases, is much easier, making it much less risky and much easier to just have a fun night out"

Hearing this, Applebloom's ears perked up - she'd never heard of this! Sitting to attention with the rest of the class, including the newly arisen Sweetie Belle, she listened intently as Cheerilee described one particular variation - in this case cunnilingus - in deep, enthusiastic, and painstaking detail.

"Now, Applebloom, seeing as you were so eager to demonstrate before, perhaps you'd like to give us another showing." said Cheerilee, a little huskily and taking deeper breaths.

"Sure thing, miss! Hey Sweetie Be-"
Sweetie Belle's eyes widened as she shook her head violently and spun around on a hoof before collapsing to the ground.

"Scootaloo! How about it? We could get our cutie marks! Cutie Mark Crusaders... uh..."
"Pregnancy preventers?" suggested Scootaloo. The two of them decided it'd do, aware of their teacher's heated glare. Get on with it!

Emulating their more experienced tutor's earlier position, Scootaloo laid down on the desk and spread her legs wide for Applebloom to see. Prodding a hoof into her vagina, the two check with Cheerilee to make sure they have their holes right, to frantic nodding. Mrs Cheerilee even pointed out hers with equally frantic prodding, though she didn't stop afterwards. Snails, bless his heart, tried to do the same, grasping his (much smaller than Cheerilee's) penis in both hooves and jerking it up and down.

"That ain't a vajayjay Snails, you can't do homosexism with us, you're a colt!"
Snails' face fell, but he kept up his own act anyway. Shrugging, Applebloom did as she'd been instructed, running her tongue from the bottom of Scootaloo's small, tight slit to the very top, scraping her tongue against her clit while Scootaloo's wings fluttered and her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Am I doing it right, Scoots?"
"I think so! I think this must be what Rainbow Dash feels like all the time, it's amazing!"

Taking the highest of praise in her stride, Applebloom continued to do as she was told, starting to probe inside her young friend and taste her underdeveloped juices as they began to come out, stimulated entirely physically. Scootaloo's young moans drove both the teacher, and the worst student she'd ever known, crazy with their own masturbation, watching the two friends learn the skills that'd keep both of them warm on many a winter's night.

Raising her hooves onto the desk for a better angle, Applebloom started to nibble lightly at the mound of flesh that made Scootaloo scream louder and louder, waiting for step 3 - ejaculation. Scootaloo's untrained, inexperienced body didn't give her long to wait, the spasms and shudders running all down her small frame as she collapsed to the desk. Moments later, Cheerilee and Snails did much the same, leaving the entire room, bar Applebloom, lying down with their eyes closed, 3 of them breathing heavily. Sweetie Belle just lying there.

Applebloom did that?! That's surely worthy of a cutie mark, she thought, flicking round to stare at her clearly gorgeous ass. Nothing.

"Aw, shucks, I was doing so great at this, too!"

Raising her head, Cheerilee took a breath and tried to console Applebloom.
"You're very good at it, but this is a talent that everypony has! Like telekinesis for unicorns, or flight for Pegasi! Nobody has a cutie mark in it, that'd be like having a cutie mark in magic!"

Chapter 3

Anonymous x Crazy Twilight

Tick, tock; Tick, tock.
You looked over at the grandfather clock in Twilight's library. She was late. Twilight was never late to your meetings, she knew how important they were to you - being dumped here in Equestria had left you without understanding of Equestrian writing, history, geography, politics, and all manner of things. Luckily, they spoke what was basically English, so you were able to ask Twilight to give you a decent education.

She had, of course, jumped at the idea. Knowledge was her thing, and being given the chance to bestow some of it upon another had made her day. 7pm sharp, every friday, she'd never missed a single one. She'd always been bang on time - sometimes teleporting in at the exact moment the clock struck 7. Not tonight, though. It was worrying. With Spike staying over at Rarity's to help her manage the CMC's latest sleepover, you felt very alone in that cold, dark room.

Minutes went by without a sign, the constant ticking of the clock underlining your wait. Deciding that you may as well try and get something out of this, you went over to the shelf and, after some squinting and guessing, pulled out the book the two of you were currently working on - "A filly's guide to reading: Simple steps to your A B C's" (Obviously a rough translation, given your inexperience), and sat back down, using the fading daylight to illuminate the pages.

"Writing, reading, filly very good at! Useful extraordinary, no do without!" you read. You didn't think it was right, but without Twilight by your side, you couldn't really check your work.

With a flash, Twilight burst into the room, appearing in a flash of light and skidding several feet before tripping over a pile of books and ending face-down in them. Teleporting back up, reappearing inches from your face, her eyes taking up all of your vision, she started to apologise.

"Oh Celestia I'm so sorry, I've just been so, very, BUSY today - Spike got tied up by Applebloom, Pinkie lost her mane someHOW, none of us could find Dash because she was SLEEPING AGAIN, and to top it all off, the town clock is BROKEN, so I missed our lesson!"

It was fine, re- "NO IT'S NOT FINE I MADE A PROMISE! BREAKING A PROMISE IS THE FASTEST WAY TO LOSE A FRIEND!"
She looked away, the corner of her frizzy, messed up mane falling over her eye.

"I... don't want to lose you", she whispered. Twilight was clearly in distress, but you considered her a friend too. Nothing more, she's a pony, but a friend all the same. Brushing her hair out of the way with a hand, you told her "You won't get rid of me that easy", or something equally as cheesy.

Teleporting away from your touch, you felt a sharp force on your back as she flung herself into you, knocking the both of you to the floor.
"Hahaha, maybe I can make it UP to you, then? Maybe instead of being LESS of a friend I can be MORE of a friend and then EVERYTHING WILL BE"
She stopped for breath.

"ALRIGHT!"

"It's fine, Twilight, really!" you started, trying quickly to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand, but Twilight was having none of it, clamping your mouth shut with her horn.

"No, no, this is still in lesson time! I am a TEACHER! If I cannot find a lover in you, I shall MAKE one, and then everything will be OKAY!"
Oh, fuck. She jumped off your back and picked you up with her horn, flinging you on a perfect arc up to her bedroom, teleporting you through any of the bigger obstacles on your path. Not the little ones. Landing, a little bruised, on her bed, you caught your breath for a moment before she appeared on top of you, staring deep into your eyes.

"Open wide!", she exclaimed, a pulse of her horn holding your mouth open as she kissed you deeply. Her mood growing sour when you didn't reciprocate, she released your mouth from her magical hold and tried again. Still nothing. Raising her head again, she demanded you comply. You decided it was for the best not to deny the insane super-mage that could probably rip you apart cell by cell if she wanted to.

Closing your eyes and thinking of old flames, you returned her kiss with all the passion you could muster. It tasted... purple. Not a taste you could describe, but the only word that came to mind was purple. As Twilight's hooves pressed against your skull, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, your subconcious began to betray you. Firstly, it started to realise just how similar Twilight was to your more human tastes, in mind at least, and secondly it forgot you weren't attracted to quadrupeds, and started to fire off arousal signals.

Maybe complying with her wouldn't be all that bad. After all, you don't know how long you'll be here, and you and Twilight had become exceptionally good friends, especially with the teaching, though it made up a minority of the time you spent together. Maybe you could give it a go - maybe, you laughed to yourself, her threats of "making a lover" weren't all that far wrong. Waiting for Twilight to take a break from her passionate kissing to breathe, you started to tell her.

She slapped you! A good, solid magical whack across the face.
"NO TALKING IN CLASS, we are not DONE YET"

Also worryingly close to your more esoteric tastes, not that your fantasies had ever quite played out like this. Grabbing your neck in another horn grip, Twilight pulled you forward off the bed to meet her in a short kiss, before leaning to whisper into your ear "I like it when ponies kiss my neck", appending a quieter "I think" after a beat or two. As far as you know, she's still a virgin, though with Pinkie Pie in town you could never be sure.

She commands; you comply, giving her a light kiss at the base of her neck, just under her gorgeous mane. You'd always appreciated that, even before today, even going as far as to ask her if you could brush it for her. Now it was getting in the way, its silky, smooth surface running over your face as you slowly moved round her neck.

"oh, that's GOOD, now go lower."
Yes Ma'am, you thought, moving down to kiss her foreleg-
"LOWER"
stomac-
"LOWER"
hindlegs
"HIGHER"
the base of her tail
"YES THAT"
The base of her lovely, though in terrible condition right now, tail it was, then. From this particular vantage point it was easy to notice that Twilight's arousal easily met yours, her purple fur clearly darkened around her thin, pink slit and the musky smell of it piercing your nose. Slowly moving your kisses over to it, you felt her tense up even further beneath you, her quick, frantic breathing growing deeper as your kisses started to make contact with the top of her most intimate area.

Bringing your hands forward to grasp around her crotch, you lightly pulled it open to let you inside, feeling her gasp underneath you as it gave you enough flexibility to sink your tongue inside, rolling it up and down inside her folds. Snapping her hindlegs closed around your head to push you further in, Twilight's only response was a frenzied "YES" as you continued, emulating your earlier kiss on her other set of lips.

Twilight's clear inexperience worked against her here, as you started to feel her legs shiver around you, and heard her whispering "no" over and over. Figuring that once she'd cum, she might come back to her senses, you redoubled your efforts.

You heard a scream, and your world filled with a bright purple light. Then you fell to the bed, Twilight having vanished. That was different.

Looking around for her, you heard a commotion in the lower levels, hearing bangs and the sound of snapping wood, and feeling the bed shake beneath you. The reason why became immediately apparent as the wood shattered and the bedding disintegrated, leaving you hovering in mid air. Peering through the cloud of splinters and padding, you saw Twilight, her eyes pure white and her limbs spread wide as she hovered towards you. Then she pulled you in, clearing a path through the wreckage of her library and flinging you towards her about as fast as you could take, forcibly rearranging your body in mid air so you met her almost lying down, your arms and legs spread wide.

"I WASN'T READY TO FINISH YET. I DIDN'T TELL YOU I WAS. NOW I AM. DO IT, JUST LIKE YOU'RE MEANT TO"
Levitating over on top of you, she aligned your peg with her hole with a thought, slamming down into you and leaving the two of you hovering there in mid air.

A few moments later, you realised you had control of your arms back. "Like you're meant to" seemed to imply she wanted you doing the work, so you grabbed her body and started to thrust, her moans only slightly louder than the cacophony of chaos from around you as you did the best you could without having any physical objects to anchor yourself to. Thrusting as if your life depended on it, feeling her soaked fur impact against your skin over and over, and struggling to keep your grip on her body, now slick with both of your sweat, you continued to "do it".

Watching her face contort in pleasure, her normally expressive eyes replaced with an infinite ocean of blankness, but still screwing up in otherworldly joy, you begin to realise the pulsing of her horn is growing stronger, and in time with your thrusts. Feeling your battered body begin to reach climax, you try to pull out, worried she wouldn't want you to cum inside of her, but she forced you back inside of her with barely a thought, with such force that you simply couldn't resist any longer, shooting thick streams of semen deep inside of her.

The sensation of hot cum gushing through her body overpowered Twilight, her head flying back as she orgasmed in turn, her already tight vagina contracting and squeezing you until you didn't have a drop left in you, or a rational thought left in your head.

Regaining sentience a few moments later, you looked up at her, just in time to catch her blink, her eyes returning to normal momentarily, before widening in shock as she lost concentration over her magic, both of you tumbling to the ground, with half a library's raw material above you. You hit the floor hard.

...

Waking up some time later, in Twilight's bed, the only sign that what you'd just witnessed wasn't just a dream being your aching body, you thank whatever god Equestria has you're still alive. Twilight quietly teleports next to you, carrying a bowl of soup.

"Oh, hey, you're awake! Haha, that's great! I am... so sorry. I don't know what came over me, I really hope you can forgive me. I understand if you can't"

Of course you could. Knowing your mouth was now free to blabber as usual, you explained your earlier revelation - she was absolutely right. All of your previous girlfriends have had little bits of Twilight, and the reason they didn't work out was because of how they differed. The species thing wasn't important, you knew that now. If she was serious when she said those things, you were up for it.

On one condition - next time she gets that stressed out, the two of you get to do that again.

Chapter 4

Index)

Applejack vs the Milking Machine

Snails x Twilight

Anonymous x Spitfire

Anonymous x Gilda

Applejack Lactation

Applejack sighed. That last buck had hurt, her swollen teats throwing off her aim and filling her mind with pain as they slammed back and forth below her. She hated milking, it took far too long, time she could have been using to work properly. Milking days felt too much like a holiday, despite how the money her milk brought in easily rivalled apple sales for time to reward ratio.

Mostly, she hated it because it didn't feel like hard work, and she prided herself on being a hard worker. Work wasn't meant to be that much fun. Whinnying away to herself, she pulled what few apples had fallen and dropped them into her basket, taking it away to the day's stock, where she met her brother, Big Macintosh. Both of them were silent - Big Mac could tell from AJ's frosty demeanour and sluggish behind that today was that day. The day where Applejack would be in that little-used barn, and leave with bottle after bottle of fresh, luxurious, apple flavoured milk, ready to be sold at the market.

Trotting into the barn, closing the door with a forehoof, Applejack gazed upon the inactive machine - one of the few machines she would allow on the farm, as doing this by hoof was uncomfortable, demeaning, but most importantly, couldn't be done alone. Applejack appreciated her privacy in this. Now that she was here, she let her steely face split into a grin - this might not be work, but it was going to be fun.

Pulling away the leather straps with her mouth, Applejack jumped up into the main harness, slipping each leg through one of the supports and letting her weight pull her down into position, listening as the magical glow of the machine began to rise. Slowly dropping down onto the main apparatus, comprised of one pony-shaped support to hold her up, and two suction cups placed just below each of her teats, Applejack paused before using her tail to pull the first lever on the machine's control panel.

Looking beneath her, inspecting the clear tubes trailing away from each milk receptacle, checking to make sure there was no residue from last time. Following them with her eyes, down and along to the large main container, and from there to the bottling enchantment, the whole machine passed inspection. Dropping her head onto the padded rest before her, Applejack reached out with her tail and wrapped around the long, thin lever, and pulled.

With a metallic creak, the two cups jerked into position, slapping themselves onto her engorged teats and beginning their work. Starting to contract at the same time as the magical suction pulled on her, Applejack gave a quick gasp of pleasure as she felt her burden begin to leave her. Stage 1 always felt so good, nothing could quite compare to the feeling of days of building tension and stress being relieved in such a personal, intimate way. Closing her eyes, Applejack relaxed and let the machine do its work, pulling and sucking until the flow of milk from her breasts was a constant trickle down the thin pipes, dripping down into the storage pot with a satisfying drip, drip, drip.

Stage 1 began slow, and got faster and harder, designed to slowly stimulate her breasts into giving up their contents with a minimum of pain. It was one of the few times Applejack could truly relax, knowing that there really was nothing better, or more important, she could be doing. It was one of the few times she could let her mind wander, and not have it head straight to work. Who gives a hay about apples when you can do this? Feeling a ripple of pleasure run through all four of her limbs, them still held fast by the machine's powerful restraints, Applejack wondered how long it would be before stage 2 began.

Stage 2 was designed by Pinkie Pie after Applejack complained about hours of mild pleasure being darn boring, admitting to her semi-frequent trips to this barn during an argument with Rarity over "If you've never TRIED anything like that, how could you possibly say you won't enjoy the spa, darling?"

Needless to say, everypony was somewhat surprised. Pinkie Pie took it upon herself to bring the smile back to Applejack's face by developing another mode for the machine, designed to quickly drain her teats with a maximum of pleasure. It triggered by itself, when the restraints and rest beneath her felt the slow, subconscious hip thrusts of a particularly aroused Applejack, the powerful feelings from her crotch driving her imagination to torture her with fantasies her restrained body couldn't previously hope to carry out.

The large, anonymous males in Applejack's mind's eye were little but vague shadows, the only important part of their anatomy being the long, thick cocks beneath their body. Imagining one slowly mount her from behind, Applejack felt her real-world loins react to the simulated stimulation. So to did the part of the rest beneath her sizeable, muscular ass, feeling her attempt to pull away from the lightly suckling cups just to push into them more strongly.

Stage 2 began slowly, as well. Firstly, the two cups increased the frequency of their contractions and the strength of their pull, adding a bit of variation to the timing to simulate natural milking. Secondly, three of Pinkie Pie's donated dildos clicked into their positions. Two at her rear, and one positioned through the roughly cut mouth hole in Applejack's headrest. Additional restraints swung down to ensure compliance, locking her head in position.

The slow beginning was the only slow thing about it, however, as the powerful sensation from her abused teats caused Applejack to groan openly in pleasure, opening her mouth just in time to feel the long, hard, lubricated faux-horsecock push past her lips and into her mouth, her body pushed forward to meet it by the two behind, taking turns to slam their well designed lengths into her anus and vagina, one after the other, prompting another moan - this one stifled by the cock jamming its way into her throat.

The artificial lubrication of two of the toys quickly being supplemented by Applejack's own natural stock, they could ruthlessly ravish her body, slamming into her body with well timed thrusts so that each would push her straight into the thrust of another, the centers of pleasure on her sagging breasts moving along with her body so as not to spill a drip of the now freely flowing liquid. The waves of pleasure from all 5 powerful sensations slammed against Applejack's mind with just as much ferocity as the physical components, driving her mad with lust and hedonistic joy.

Her strong, athletic body gave her a huge amount of endurance, and the soundproofed walls of the barn gave her the peace of mind to not even attempt to contain her joy, moaning ceaselessly whenever the mouth-mounted penis gave her room she could otherwise have used to breath in, leaving a thin trail of saliva and faked precum bridging its tip and her tongue - though her rational mind knew full well it couldn't feel pleasure, her instincts had long since taken over, drawing her to lick and suck at the plastic phallus with all the enthusiasm her writhing body could muster.

Finally feeling herself start to give way, the very edges of her lust-addled mind beginning to tinge with pure pleasure, and uncontrollable shivers ran through her body from her crotch to the tip of each hoof, the machine knew just as well as she did that she was tipping over the edge of orgasm, and each faux-phallus deployed its container of synthesized semen, the hot, thick liquid shooting out into all of Applejack's holes as the last of her breast milk dripped down into the vat.

The feeling of being filled with the semen of the three imaginary stallions pushed Applejack into her own orgasm, her holes contracting and sucking the now-resting instruments until her entire body fell dormant. The dicks retracting and folding themselves away for cleaning, and the two cups removing themselves with a satisfying "pop", the machine lowered Applejack to the ground and released her, letting her hit the ground after a short fall to lie there in an unmoving, unthinking lump, leaking white fluid onto the bard floor from every hole as her mind shut down and she fell into a dreamless oblivion.

Several hours later, walking out of the barn, pulling a carriage of bottles behind her, Applejack smiled a silly smile and waved to her brother, who thankfully had no idea about the improvements to the machine, calling out that she had to go deliver some of this milk to a friend, as thanks.

Snails x Twilight

Twilight grinned. Snails had been coming by for extra tuition for a few weeks now, and he'd just handed in his first full-marks homework. It was an easy test, but still, it was progress - Cheerilee had admitted to Twilight that she didn't see much hope of Snails improving, never mind graduating. The homework seemed to do him good, though. His work when he was sitting across from Twilight one-on-one was still abysmal, but at home he seemed to be halfway intelligent.

"Well done, Snails! You've really earned this gold star - now if we can get you to do something this good in class, it'll make Miss Cheerilee's day for sure!"

Snails slowly shook his head. "I don't... think I can do it, miss Sparkle", he slowly enunciated, "I don't think so good when either of you's in the room"

"Oh? Why's that, Snails?" inquired an oblivious Twilight - Snails was well into his teenage years and at that awkward time where he couldn't so much as see a pretty mare without his hooves growing slick with sweat and his modestly sized member starting to twitch.

"Uhhh.. both you's really pretty and uh... I don't do so good around pretty mares" he stammered, feeling more confident admitting it to a hired tutor than the only teacher in town. Twilight was shocked - it made perfect sense, but she hadn't thought of it herself. That was unusual. Now Twilight knew the problem she could start work on the solution. She had to show Snails that just because she was (And she had to take a moment to blush) pretty didn't mean she was perfect, or that they didn't have exactly the same urges as he did.

"Oh my. Why don't we cut the lesson short today, and you can come back later tonight once I've got something special prepared, okay Snails?" Twilight reeled off as she quickly thought how she could hopefully try and help him. Twilight had read a lot of books on the subject, she was pretty sure it was a confidence thing. Twilight knew the feeling - before she'd met her friends and had them help her, she could barely be in the same room as a handsome stallion or pretty mare without falling apart. What she'd needed was a calm, caring, instructive first time to prove to her that pretty people weren't weird and different at all. She owed Rarity a lot. It was time to pass on those teachings.

Carefully browsing her small selection of clothing, flicking through items with a pulse of her horn, Twilight searched for the right kind of dress. Simple, flattering, not too overwhelming. The dress Rarity had made for this year's birthday party would suffice, its bland yellow material drawing attention to her face and mane. Perfect. Next, she carefully washed her hair, tying it up into a respectable looking bun when she was finished, and donned her favourite pair of reading glasses. She didn't need them, of course, but Rarity had worn hers on the night too.

Spike was sent out for the night, Rarity agreed to let him help her work. Twilight hoped he'd be alright, but this was important - the young colt's education hung in the balance. She wasn't attracted to the young lad, but unless she did something, he probably wouldn't pass this year, and Twilight simply couldn't stand watching somebody fail when she had the power to help them. Channelling Rarity's practised grace and elegance, Twilight dimmed the lights and lit carefully placed candles across the room with a thought - it was almost time for Snails to arrive.

The knocks from the door echoed out across the room, and Twilight slowly opened it to reveal Snails, a single flower being proffered to her from his mouth. Holding in the heart attack, Twilight flashed her practiced, confident smile (She hoped it looked as good on her as it had on Rarity) and invited him in.

"Hey, Snails, glad you could make it! Close the door, we have a long lesson in front of us", Twilight said in her best impression of a sultry tone, "and this isn't something Miss Cheerilee would ever teach you."
Slowly and purposefully leaning forward, Twilight bent down to kiss Snails, taking the flower from his mouth in her lips, before pulling back and seductively chewing on the leaves and waiting until Snails stopped staring at her in shock.

"I was like you a few years back. Didn't think I was good enough for them, couldn't do anything around a pretty mare or stallion like you, but my friends helped me get better. They showed me that they're people too, even if they're pretty. I want to be that person to you, Snails. Let me show you I'm a person too"
Pushing forward into another kiss, Snails tried his best to reciprocate, but his inexperience left it lacking. Pulling back, Twilight whispered "like this" into his young ear, and kissed him again, just as she'd been kissed so long ago, doing it slowly to show the almost-stallion how it's done. Breaking off after several seconds, both of them breathing heavily, she smiled back at his shocked face.

"It's easy to keep your cool around a mare if you know you can make her moan and beg for more. It's easy." instructed Twilight, as she raised her lips to the top of his horn. Between light kisses, slowly trailing down, she continued her low whisper "we want it just as much as you, it's nothing to be embarrassed about"

Giving the base of his horn a strong, open-mouthed kiss, wrapping the end of her tongue around his sides, Twilight stopped talking with her voice, and started to talk with her body - though her mind felt no attraction to the young lad, her body felt her actions, and her anticipation, and arousal shot through her purple form. Snails wasn't so fortunate, his hopeless crush on the town's librarian fulfilled beyond his wildest dreams, and his mind still reeling from the unexpected twist, his body's instincts were all that remained. Feeling the vague touch of her tongue's magical field against his horn, flooding his mind with otherworldly pleasure, he felt his penis harden rapidly, shifting out to his full length within seconds.

Twilight shifted her head, bringing her lips over the tip of his horn, readying herself to plunge his depth into her mouth, before she noticed the heat from below and sensed his body was ready.
"You're pretty big for such a young man" she breathlessly spoke, her every syllable washing over Snails' ears like the most beautiful of poetry, "you're going to make a lot of mares happy." A pause. "Start with me"
Turning round to present herself to him, her tail instinctually raised to reveal her glistening slit, the dark maned mare bent her legs to let the gangly teen more comfortably begin. Gasping lightly as she felt his legs on her body as he started to mount her, his body knowing what to do even if he didn't, she told him to start slow.

Following his teachings, Snails slowly, after a few missed attempts to penetrate, slipped inside, their mutual lubrication making the pleasureful sensation painless, and driving both of them to grunt quietly. "Now, start to thrust" the tutor commanded, relishing in her control and the ease with which her student was picking it up. Both of them panting slowly as Snails pushed himself in and out, Twilight wondered what she should tell him next - Rarity's teachings hadn't focussed much on stallions. She figured that, like Snails, her body would know.

Her body was telling her a strong message - harder, faster, stronger. The overwhelmingly strong message broke free from her lips as she gasped it out between three of Snails' careful thrusts, the teacher role quickly dropping away, leaving room for the "getting fucked" role. Snails did his best to comply, speeding up and putting more force into it, but it wasn't enough.

"Oh Celestia, HARDER. It feels so good but I need MORE" she shrieked, thrusting back into Snails' motions and hearing the wet slap as she hit his body, taking him all inside. Snails embracing Twilight's sudden submission, he reached forward and pushed Twilight's head down onto the ground, anchoring her against a hard surface so that every time he had his entire length embedded in her body, there was no resistance. Slamming away, his confidence rising, Twilight began to groan into the floorboards, her lower lip dragging the small pool of saliva beneath her out as the sounds of her impending orgasm broke free.

Shivers of pure pleasure running through her body, Twilight convulsed against the floor, her tight vagina contracting against Snails' unpractised dick as she came. Snails, to his credit, managed to hold himself in with an extraordinary show of willpower, grunting out "Miss Twi... I'm gonna" before her eyes opened wide.

"Oh Celestia", she swore, sending a pulse of magic through her horn to quickly teleport herself out, returning to reality flipped over and facing his penis, fully planning to finish him off and swallow. The light from her transportation fading, she saw the thick, white strands just in time to close her eyes as the sudden feeling of emptiness shocked Snails into ejaculating, straight onto the repositioned Twilight's face and horn. Crawling out from under him, and making sure Snails had an excellent view as his semen dripped down her eyelid, Twilight scraped it off with a magical force, and flung it down her throat. Almost as good.

"I hope you enjoyed your lesson, Snails. There won't be any-", she paused as she noticed a lump of sperm rolling down her nose, which she quickly cleaned up with a lick, "-homework this week."

"Gee, thanks Twilight!"
He turned to leave, his lazy eyes still glinting in post-coital happiness, but froze before reaching the door. "Say, miss - could next lesson be on dating?"

"I'd like that, Snails."

Anonymous x Spitfire

You clutched in your hand a single golden ticket - a backstage pass to the Wonderbolts performance you'd just attended. You didn't have high hopes, the half dozen (minus one, for you) other ponies around you knew this was going to be a pretty tightly controlled thing, but maybe you'd get to talk to one of the 'bolts. Though, like most celebrities, they're probably douchebags.

The bodyguard pony saw that it was time, and clicked open the door with a hoof motioning for you all to enter while telling you to be quiet and let the Wonderbolts speak first. The six guests walked into the room, and were pointed to the wall by another bodyguard. "Stand over there"

You'd known this would be regimented, but not THIS regimented. You were afraid to talk, and the feeling seemed to be shared across the others. Moments later, the six ponies that made up the primary and secondary Wonderbolts teams filed in and took positions opposite you. The second one, her orange/yellow hair poking out through her suit. Casting her goggled gaze over the six confused entrants, she lifted her hoof, before pointing it at you.

"Alright, you, go with Spitfire. The rest of you, stay quiet, the others will choose soon"
Maybe this was normal in Equestria? You followed anyway, half-afraid of what'd happen if you didn't. Going across the entrance, into Spitfire's private changing room, you watched as she clicked shut the door behind you, pulling off her goggles with a hoof and letting them drop to the ground.

"Hey, sorry about that. You wouldn't believe the trouble we got from just letting you guys walk around. I mean, okay, I don't mind lying between two stallions hanging on my every word, but our manager hated it. Insurance costs or something, I don't listen to that stuff"

"Anyway, hi man, I'm Spitfire, and you're the lucky man who gets to spend the next few hours with me. I lead the team, so I get to choose first. You're different, I've never seen your species before, and I travel a lot. I like different."

Your mind was still reeling - was she really so nonchalantly explaining that they have a hierarchical system for choosing which member gets to... spend time with each guest? In their own private bedroom? More importantly, if that were true, why are you standing around thinking words like "hierarchical"?

"Well? Are you gonna stand there, or are you gonna come help me take off this suit?"
You're going to help her take off that suit. Reaching out to the zipper along the back, you brush your hand against Spitfire's mane, lingering a moment on its silky surface and marvelling at how the light reflects off of its surface. Spitfire noticed, and smiled at you.

"Hey, you like it? My hair is the only thing I refuse to let the stylists near. I like it my way. You're nice, most guests would have jumped me by now. I mean, that's fun, but a mare has needs other than just being held down and rutted, y'know?"
Oh, to live in the world of celebrity where you could talk about that kind of thing as if it were an everyday occurrence. To be fair, to her, it probably was. Or maybe she just knew it'd get you hot, smirking at the bulge forming in your pants. Moving your hand past, and gripping the zip between two fingers, you pulled along, releasing her beautiful yellowy orange form from the blue cocoon.

"It gets a bit hot, I hope you don't mind", she apologised, just in time for your nose to be hit by the strong whiff of... morning dew? Ozone and the smell of burnt toast? In any case, really not so bad. She smelled nice. You think you saw her blush when you told her, but against that fur colour you really couldn't tell. Rolling the sides of her suit over her body, feeling her luxurious coat beneath your fingertips, you breathed in deep, taking in her gorgeous scent. Each leg of her tight-fitting suit required a bit more force to remove, but you wanted to make this a bit more special.

Kneeling down and grabbing the nearest leg in your teeth, you pull down, slowly rolling the rubbery material down her limb, watching as the fur from her coat springs back up after so long being held against her skin.

"Oh yeah, that feels nice, don't stop doing that", she gasped, your lips brushing against her leg as you move to grab the rubber again for another pull, and your nose relishing in her musk. Stretching it further and further down, you reached out and took her hoof in your hand, lifting it up so you could release it from its caging. Setting it down, freed, you began work on the others, using her happy sighs as a sign that she wasn't getting bored with your slow, steady undressing.

Finally removing the last of her covering, lying underneath her and tugging at it with your teeth while you held her hoof above you, you felt Spitfire start to move, flipping over with her athletic grace and pinning you down. "Glad I finally get the chance to jump my guest, this should be fun"
Pressing her muzzle against you in a strong, dominant kiss, running her lips over yours while her long tongue forces yours to her will, she began to rip off your shirt, popping the buttons off with her strong, athletic legs as she started to move down, peppering your neck and upper body with kisses while her forehooves fiddled with your pants, trying to remove them. Failing in her task, she grinned up at you and shuffled down.

Lightly nuzzling the tent in your trousers, she started to kiss and suck on the material around it, filling your body with pleasure even given her failure at clothing removal. Franticly trying to undo the button with your hands, you pushed the item down and felt her mouth quickly close around your length, wrapping it in the sensations of her hot breath and wet tongue as she started to prove that the stunts she could do didn't end in the air. Watching her red hot mane dance up and down, bouncing just behind her head as she bobbed over your shaft, you reached out and started to stroke her incredible hair, looking down on the beautiful woman driving you mad with lust.

Resting the side of your hand against her head, you prompted her to stop, whispering that she should have some fun too.
"Hey, this is fun", she said, licking the thin streaks of precum away from her lips, "but if you're really that worried about me I guess I can move up"

Darting forward with a kick of her legs and a beat of her wings, Spitfire landed on your chest, meeting you for another kiss while her body pressed your penis between the two of you, causing you to gasp into her commanding mouth. Lifting her rear end, she let your penis bounce back into position before slowly lowering herself onto it, grunting as she felt it penetrate her body. Raising her forehooves to grasp your cheeks, she roughly pushed her tongue into your mouth, her lips pressing against yours as she started to thrust down onto you, leading the way to oblivion.

Thrusting back into her, your eyes closed as you lost yourself in the sensation of her touch, you felt her slick, red hot vagina run over and over your entire length, hearing a rhythmic whack as the two of you met, both of you grunting and groaning as you put all your effort into that one movement, Spitfire breaking the kiss and throwing her head back in reckless abandon, her mane spilling over your own head and chest.

Feeling your edge coming closer, you grabbed up with your arms, pulling Spitfire down to ravish her neck with kisses and small bites, feeling her tingle and spasm at your touch as you pushed her roughly into orgasm, feeling her burning passion shoot through you as her contractions and wild shaking drew out your load, shooting your hot cum into her already firey body, the scent of her burnt-toast sweat filling the room.

Then you both collapsed, two panting lumps of flesh lying on her bedroom floor. Some time later, as you both remained there, you asked "What next?"

"Hugging.", she replied, short of breath, as she wrapped all four legs around your body and covered your chest with a wing, nuzzling her muzzle into your neck. "We hug now."

A few seconds pass, before she adds "You call me later"

Anonymous x Gilda

You'd seen her earlier, hanging out with the rainbow maned weather pony. Giant wings, and a sharp beak, with claws and feet like a lion, all covered in feathers. A griffon. You'd never seen a griffon before, other than illustrations in books from the library, but they'd always stirred a little interest down below. Seeing one in the flesh was no different. You wanted - needed - to feel those feathers against your skin. You'd always been a natural xenophile, moving to Equestria was a decision made by your penis, not your brain, but it'd all worked out in the end, and there were new species' coming through town it seemed every week.

This was different, though. You'd just watched her wander through town, her attractive body drawing your attention instantaneously. She'd taken an apple from a shopkeeper, screwed around with an old lady for kicks, and shouted at that stupid yellow Pegasus that wouldn't ever talk to anybody louder than a whisper. You liked her spirit, not just her looks. She had attitude. Another decision made by your dick, you got up and went to look for her.

Eventually coming across her in Sweet Apple Acres, lying next to a small pile of apple cores stolen from the tree above her, you made yourself known with a suave "Hey"

"The hay'd you want? Get outta here, skinbag"
Feisty. You want *her*. You've been watching her all day, you don't care if she's hanging out with an old flame or a potential new girlfriend, or whatever, you want her, right here, right now. Against the tree, in it, on the ground, whatever, her feathered form and hard beak were driving you crazy.

"Finally, some action in this out-of-the-way excuse for a town", she agreed, "the rest of those lame-os wouldn't know sexy if I stabbed my claws into them"
Both of you laughed - it was true, getting a lot of these ponies into bed was hard work. Nice to find someone else just as interested in a quick, meaningless fling of passion as you.

Not waiting for you to manage the button on your trousers, Gilda flicked out a claw and sliced them open, watching them fall to the ground in two. You have more pairs, who cares? She did the same to your top, grabbing you and pulling you close for a playful nip on the lips. No kissing here, though you sneak a quick attempt at the edge of her beak, where it meets her head.

"Oh, you're one of those guys, eh? I don't do slow, but you can do me slow. Get on with it"
It's like she knew exactly why you were interested in her. Being given free reign to worship her body was about the best thing that could have happened.

Best to start real slow, then. You asked her to turn around, but she only laughed, so walking around to her back, you gazed upon her beauty from a new angle. The way her powerful wings folded out from her body - thick and muscular, not thin and weedy like a Pegasus'. It looked like she could kill a pony with her wings alone, never mind her awe-inspiring claws or incredible feet. It was hard to think straight, surrounded by so many things you wanted against you, but you settled for starting with the basics - assuming that the wings of a griffon were as sensitive as the wings of a Pegasus, you started to rub her pressure points and unfold her wings in a light grip.

"Dude, I'm not a bucking Pegasus, I won't fall apart if you don't treat me like a special little snowflake. Rougher!"
If words could cause you to ejaculate, her back would be covered in your seed right then. As it was, it only caused your sizeable boner to throb even harder. Pushing your thumbs into her wing, feeling the muscles and bones beneath, you heard her sigh lightly in front of you. Like beautiful music to your ears.

You knew she said slow, but this was agonising, you needed her body. Breathing her scent in, you started to lick down her back, moving your hands up to what resembled shoulders to massage them as best you could, given the species difference, feeling her stresses slip away even as you tasted the sweat and dirt peppering her glorious feathered body. Finding a leg, you felt her feathers drop away to a soft, furry leg. Rubbing your cheek against it as you traced a lazy line down to her feet, moving yourself round her side and sneaking a quick look at her face, her eyes closed in pleasure, you run a hand over one of the claws on her toes, easily slicing through your thin skin and drawing a pinprick of blood. Avoid those areas.

Swinging round completely, you stuffed your nose between two claws and breathed deep. Dirty, sweaty musk, compounded with crushed dirt. You loved it. Wrapping your lips carefully around the tip of her foot, you planted a strong kiss, before going back for more - your lips slightly parted this time, letting your tongue run out to taste and clean. Still on your hands and knees, buck naked, you planted sloppy kisses all the way down her foot, even daring to go back up and give one of her sharp claws a light lick, on the smooth topside.

Having cleaned one foot, you started to crawl over to the other with a hunger in your eyes, but Gilda's claw flicked out and grabbed your head, the points on each sharp needle pressing against your skin.
"Hurry it up, already, I'm yawning here", she snapped, as she got up onto those glorious legs and started to turn your head, your body having the sense to comply until you were lying on your back in front of her. She dropped you, and started to walk forward - towards your huge, throbbing shaft.

Watching her glorious behind move overhead, you lose yourself, only coming to your senses when she lowers herself to your head, her puckered anus resting above your mouth. The woman of your dreams.

Lifting forwards, you started to lick around the folds of skin, feeling it tense and clench above you. Planting your wet lips over it, you started a perverse impression of a passionate kiss, your tongue worming its way to her hole while your lips rubbed over her. Teasing inside, you relished in the esoteric taste and the sensation of her tight hole contracting around your tongue, hearing her groan above you and start to take less weight on her legs, sitting on your face and pushing it down into the dirt. You liked that, it made it easier to get deeper within her, eventually ending up with over an inch of tongue writhing inside her body.

Feeling the goo secreting from her animal-like vagina dripping onto your chest, you felt the intense pressure on your head begin to reduce, as she raised her fantastic ass away from your touch, leaving your eager tongue sticking out into the air, only returning inside your mouth as Gilda lowered herself onto your awaiting length, her tight vagina squeezing you in as both of you gasped. Throwing her wings out to both sides, they began to beat, Gilda easily meeting your thrusts with her own flaps, slamming your bodies together just as you'd dreamed from the moment you saw the illustrations in Twilight's guide to obscure creatures.

Unable to contain your mindless pleasure at being able to spend so much time servicing her, your endurance couldn't hold out, and you quickly ejaculated inside of her, shooting your thick seed deep into her genetically incompatible body. She carried on, slamming away until she too met her edge, bringing you to orgasm multiple times as your arousal didn't subsist simply from being in contact with her. Hearing her shriek out into the air as she finally came, covering your lower body in her juices, your mind blanked out in joy.

Removing herself from you, she glanced over at the town, her powerful eyes spotting the town clock as she swore to herself under her breath - "Gilda, you featherbrain!" - before turning back to you.

"Hey, man, I gotta fly, said I'd meet Dash. You're a laugh, see you round."
Then she was gone, leaving you lying there in Sweet Apple Acres, surrounded by apple cores and covered in cum and sweat, breathing heavily and begging your aching muscles to move, but nothing came. And was that the sound of hooves approaching?

"Oh, what the hay is going on here?", Applejack angrily yelled across at you.