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Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony
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    Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 1 (VelvetHeart)     
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 1 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Rumble’d always achingly looked forward to being a grown stallion, just like his awesome big brother. He’d be huge, have this sweet scruff, and all the mares’d give him attention and do stuff for him, like buy him candy and do his homework.
Alas for Rumble, puberty had different plans for him. By the end of summer vacation, he could be heard plaintively complaining at the dinner table; “MoOoOo-oom! When you said I’d be growing up, I thought you meant I’d get bigger, not that I’d be growing stilts!” The awkward, long-legged gesturing that accompanied this statement only made his herd-parents and sisters laugh harder.
Luckily, the little colt soon began filling out, and poor Rumble’s wishes finally began coming true, if not quite how he imagined it: He now had the sudden undivided attention of the entire class whenever he so much as coughed or shifted in his chair, to the steadily-growing frustration of the teacher. It wasn’t his fault! He’d only accidentally dropped from his sheath once! And that was just for a little while, because he really, really needed to pee! Now it seemed like half the mares in school were just waiting for him to do it again so they could laugh at him or something.
And it was all made worse by the constant itching! He was growing scruff alright, but in all the wrong places; Rumble found himself constantly forced to keep from biting at the uneven little rings of fluff surrounding his ankles. Wasn’t it only Earth Ponies who were supposed to grow fetlocks?
The embarrassment, understandable. The itching, barely tolerable...
...but Rumble could’ve never even imagined he’d wake up to the feeling of his nose exploding! With a shriek, he kicked the covers from his body, forelegs clamping down on the masculine snout that had distorted his face those past few months in a futile effort to stop the liquid fire pouring through his nasal cavity. The door to his bedroom slammed open as one of his herdsisters practically broke the lock off in her hurry to get to him, only to stop mid-step, halfway into the room. With large eyes, she stared...
...while the fire in Rumble’s nose cooled.
...while others joined her in the doorway.
...until the young stallion finally looked down to see what had caught their eyes so.
And there it was, staring back at him in full and open display - completely turgid.  Right there in front of his herdsisters. Whatever pain lingered in his snout was quickly made a secondary concern as he desperately tried to cover himself, his face flushing.
“It’s OK, mom!” Windwhistler called out as one of the herd’s mature mares joined the pony traffic jam at Rumble’s door. She couldn’t help but giggle when she added, “Rumble just showed us he’s a grown stallion now!”
“Oh dear! Alright, all you young ones clear out. Give your little brother some peace.” It was Silver Lining, one of the original mares of the herd, who gently nudged the blushing Rumble out of his room and into the common area, where the other matronly mares of the herd were already gathered.
Stepping across the threshold was like stepping into a new world, one Rumble had never even known of before; although his nose still hurt a little, it was telling him things his eyes couldn’t possibly know. The mares, and even his own bloodmother, were painted in invisible stripes of his father’s scent, as if they were wearing warpaint that screamed Hardback’s message; ‘Mine!’
It was only after Rumble opened his eyes again that the horrifying truth of this sudden flood of information came to him: He’d just sniffed his mother!
He’d just sniffed his mother’s FLANKS!
In front of everypony! How could this get any more emb-
Something slapped his belly...
“Oh, our little colt is finally grown up!”
“I knew this day would come!”
At that moment, the limp-eared, horrified Rumble wished he was an earthpony - With a floor made of cloudstuff, it would still have been preferable to this.
The waiting room was small, almost cozy. The lights cast the room in warm shades of orange, and while the floor consisted of tiling (“In case of ‘accidents’,” his mom cheerfully supplied), everything else involved drapes and wall posters.
“Doctor Heartsglow will see you now,” the assistant chirped, gently leading the still-mortified Rumble through the door, and into the buildings single, somewhat-plush examination room.
“Well, hello there, young stallion, I’m Doctor Heartsglow,” the mare behind the desk said as she shuffled out and gave Rumble a professional smile.  “I’m sure you know why you’re here but - in case you don’t - you’re here because you’ve joined the ranks of the sexually mature stallions. That’s a very special, but very confusing moment, so I’m sure you’ll have a lot of questions. First, however, we have a few tests to perform, just to make sure.”
Those tests, surprisingly, mostly involved his snout. Little rags were scattered across the desk, and Rumble was made to guess which was which without looking, using only his nose to find each one. It proved remarkably easy. Soon he found himself identifying each by scent alone, or ‘pheromones’, as the doctor called it. Apparently he wasn’t like a dog - all that extra space in his snout was used mostly by ‘pheromone-receptors’, which meant he could now smell all kinds of signals that ponies gave off that mares couldn’t even notice, but he wouldn’t be able to, say, track an escaping criminal.
The rest seemed very similar to the normal medical examinations he went through as a colt: He was poked, probed, weighed, and measured. The measuring was a little different - again, his snout got the majority of the attention, but things got a little awkward when Rumble was asked to produce an erection for measuring. It got even more awkward when he failed, and Doctor Heartsglow was forced to use her surprisingly-well-trained skills to help the young stallion.
“It’s official, you’re no longer a colt. You’re a stallion now.” Doctor Heartsglow scribbled a few small notes on a clipboard. “Which means...” The doctor’s voice dropped to a husky purr, “...I’m going to have to teach you a few things about sex.”
It wasn’t that bad, it turned out. Rumble had a lot of questions answered, and the doctor did so without the faintest hint of judgement or shame. She even coaxed him into exploring both himself and her.
Unfortunately, the ‘Stal-ed’ visit did come with homework: A strange wooden plank with a large quantity of cloth rags stapled to it, along with a list of names. It contained the scent-flags of all the stallions living in the local area, and he was supposed to know all of them by the next visit, at which point he’d be asked to mark some pieces of cloth with his own scent for the official stallion registry.
Luckily, nopony would even know about Rumble’s embarrassment, or the fact that he was now officially a legal, sexually-mature stallion.
...It was in the school newspaper the next day.

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    Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 3 (VelvetHeart)     
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 3 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
The meal was where the whole herd came together and socialized, but today, dinner was a bit... quiet. Nopony asked how Rumble's day had been, or school. He got to skip school because of his first day at Stal-Ed.
For a few minutes, he idly picked at his salad. For some reason, it wasn't quite as tasty today as it normally--
"Hey, where did my cucumber go?" Rumble's complaint was accompanied by Windwhistler's sudden coughing, her face turning a distinct shade of red.
"W-well," the elder sister choked out, "I guess we forgot to buy cucumber t-today."
"No, we did! Windwhistler ate your cucumber! I saw her grab it after you left! I bet she totally gobbled it down!" little Mizzle giggled from the restraints of her tall foal-seat.
Nimbus, the second eldest of the three daughters, spontaneously burst into laughter.
Rumble felt a pout coming on. "You're not supposed to do that, Windwhistler! It was in my part of the fridge! What made you so hungry for my cucumber anyway?"
At this point, Nimbus was having a hard time breathing, her face growing almost as red as poor Windwhistler's.
"W-well, I was hungry, ok? You can have something of mine later!" Windwhistler whined. "I promise!"
Rumble nodded, "Alright. Sorry for being so upset. I still have a... hey, my carrot's gone too!"
Nimbus choked, the already-present flush of exertion expanding right up into her ears.
"Nimbus ate it!" Mizzle cheerfully added, "She took it to her room after Windwhistler took your cucumber!"
Silver Lining sighed. "Girls, boy, calm down. Rumble, I still have some cucumber tucked away somewhere, I'll go get it in a minute. As for you two girls... if you really were that... 'hungry,' I think we should go on a shopping trip together. I suppose it's well past time that you got some toys." The elder matron forestalled Mizzle's predicted complaint, "I'll get something for you too, Mizzle, but a little later, ok?"
"Oh, ok!" Mizzle cheerfully replied, but she was brighter than her age implied, and it only took her a few bites until she figured something out; "Dinner's not normally like this. It's because we all saw Rumble's hard cock this morning, isn't it?"
"Young lady, you watch your language or you'll get nothing!"
"B-but that's what it's called, right? All the older fillies in school are talking about it like, all the time! In fact, I think I may be the only one in class who actually got to see one." Mizzle's eyes suddenly lit up, as if you could see the lightbulb bursting into luminescence behind them. Said large, shiny eyes were quickly turned on Silver Lining and the other elder mares, "Mom! MOM! Can I bring Rumble with me to Show-and-Tell tomorrow, pretty-pretty please? That way I can tell, and he can show!"
...Nimbus burst into laughter again...

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      Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 4 (Minalkra)      
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 4 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
"Co~oming!"  Rarity levitated a bolt of fabric onto one of her many selves, adjusting it just so before trotting out to greet her guests.  Before she even saw who it was, Rarity began her wonderful little welcome-chant that just oozed fabulosity.  "Welcome to the Carousel Boutique!  Where everything is chic, unique and magnifi-oh!  Cloudkicker, what a pleasant surprise!  And are these your daughters?"
Standing in the middle of her front store area were three mares she never thought she'd see in her life.  Cloudkicker - one of Rainbow Dash's more disreputable friends - and two younger filies were hoofing her carpet nervously.  She recognized only the elder mare.  Still, whatever would Cloudkicker be doing with such young things since she had a stallion practically to herself?  Blinking that envious thought away, Rarity turned her smile up a few notches as if to banish the unnecessary and hateful little creature into the depths of her mind.
"Yeah, hi Rares.  Uh, look, uh ..."  Cloudkicker absently rubbed the back of her head, her face growing more and more red as time went on.  The two fil-no, these were young mares by now.  The two young mares were also beet red and the ... oh.
"Oh my."  Rarity blushed slightly herself, clearing her throat.  They were at that age, after all.  "I would have thought Silver Lining would have taken your daughters out for their first, uhm, aids."
Cloudkicker sighed, facehoofing in a very unladylike manner.  The tiny voice in the back of Rarity's mind began to rant about how any stallion would find that sort of thing attractive but she kept a firm grip on her sunny smile.
"Yeah, well, something came up at the weather office and Rumble's ... got his scent card now and, well ... things got a bit weird at home."
"Oh.  Oh, you poor dears.  I myself don't have a brother but I can imagine the stress of having to see and touch but never taste."  She tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice but the two young mares must have picked up on it.  Even Cloudkicker blinked at her slight venom.  "But we aren't here about me, are we?  No, these two lovely young ladies must need relief.  Let's take you back to my, uh, special room and we can see about getting you two some coolers."
The little voice in the back of Rarity's head had begun to sob, decrying selfish mares that kept their stallions to themselves and the need to keep her own private stock of such things in her room.  With a force of will, she stuffed the small voice into a smaller box and buried under years of sexual frustration.  There would be time enough for that later.

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    Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 6 (VelvetHeart)     
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 6 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
"Now what's the button for... no, that wasn't it," Rumble mumbled to himself as the little mare on the screen, the one he assumed he was controlling, went into an impressive breakdance of spasms that sent other little mares running for cover.
"Hey, I killed one! Success!" Things were finally looking up for Rumble as, by sheer luck, his little mare-puppet-thing ran over another with a chariot, flattening it into paste.
Rumble's cheer was quickly flattened by a barrage of angry voices over the headset: "Teamkiller!"
"That's one of ours!" "What a total noob!"
Quickly fumbling for the headset, he finally (for the first time) managed to find the button that would open the microphone he'd awkwardly stretched out to its limits in order to fit around his outgrown snout; "Ah, sorry, sorry! It's my first time, I don't really know how to play this yet. I'm on my sister's computer."
There was a moment of stunned silence that stood for all of three seconds before being breached like a badly-maintained dam. "You're a stallion?!" "Yeah right, nice trick!" "Drop dick or get the hay out!" "I'm gonna rape you so hard your cock's gonna fall off!" "You want some pussy, don't you, stud? You're a total stud!" "Send me pictures!" "You're probably totally ugly."
Windwhistler just caught Rumble stomping out of her room in a half-teary huff. Her little stallion brother quickly rushed back to his room, but not before imparting his new discovery upon his older sister.
"Your online friends are cunts."

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    Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 7 (VelvetHeart)     
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 7 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Cloudbreak sighed, resting her chin and forehooves on the counter, eyes trailing the racks and shelves occupying the space between the aisles. Faux phalluses stood in rows like soldiers on parade, ordered neatly from meaty titans to tiny todgers, with magical vibrations or accurate sizes or special grooves.  Even a tiny one specifically designed for fillies who bloomed a little early.
But watching the products of her shop grew boring quickly enough at this quiet hour, especially with the mathbooks still awaiting her perusal. Boredom and homework - she would've said it wasn't her day, if it wasn't the usual. She normally wouldn't have needed to open her store this early, but she desperately needed the customers.
Cloudbreak's hoof rose, and tentatively touched one of her ears, its length and weight pulling it down to rest against her cheek despite any effort on her side to make it rise. For a moment, the frustration grew and she pulled the annoying thing until tears sprung into her eyes and pain shot into her skull.
If only she could make money faster, she'd be able to have her ears fixed, make them normal so she'd have a chance like other mares. So she could-
There was laughter from the back, in the pornography section. The sound of voices wasn't that uncommon - when customers came - but this one carried the timbre of a stallion. Cloudbreak perked to attention, as best she could:
"Windwhistler, will you look at this one? Is this seriously what mares read?" Laughter followed as Rumble paged through one of the Neighponese porn comics. "Ok, let's see: An average, kind schoolgoing mare who gets teased a lot discovers the world is secretly being attacked by evil monsters, and a mysterious power within her awakens. Whenever she is filled with stallionseed, she becomes a glorious, superpowerful alicorn, the only one who can defeat the monsters. The princesses discover this, and recruit her to a secret project to protect Equestria. She..." Rumble snickered. "...she gets set up in a secret base with no fewer than six stallions, volunteers whose sole purpose is to fill this little mare up with loads and loads of stallionmilk so she can power up into her alicorn form. She even has several pegasi stallions on-call for 'midair refueling'."
The laughter was warm, that rolling stallion timbre that just seemed far too rare in the world. "Oh, put that one in the pile. And this one too - It's silly! Ok, let me describe this one: An alien crashes into Equestria, but by accident ends up inside this young mare's loyal, but overamorous dog. This accident displaces the dog's mind into the body of the hottest stallion in school, who in turn gets catapulted into the young mare's goldfish' body.
So now she has to explain to her why the hottest stallion in school keeps barking and trying to play fetch and... oh my. It's a good thing they put a big black bar over that!
Ok, sis. These three."
Cloudbreak could finally see the two ponies as they turned the corner and approached the register - she'd seen them both at school: Windwhistler and her little, freshly-stallioned brother Rumble. It took her a moment to realize she was supposed to be selling stuff, and quickly jerked into action to tally up the total.
It was Windwhistler who laid her bits on the counter, before giving the nondescript bag (now containing three pornographic Neighponese comics)  to her little brother.
As they turned, Cloudbreak just managed to catch one last comment Rumble quietly said to his sister...
"That salesmare has the most adorable floppy ears."
Cloudbreak blinked, before lifting a hoof to lightly brush one of the floppy ears in question. Maybe...
...maybe she didn't need the extra money after all. Maybe she didn't need cosmetic surgery.
There were stallions who might actually like her ears!

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    Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 8 (VelvetHeart)     
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 8 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
"Mom! Help!" The tight little cry in Mizzle's voice sent a shock of terror through Silver Lining's spine. With her wings spread wide, she shot through the hallways of the herd's house, coming to a skidding halt outsize her little herddaughter's home.
When she saw what was happening inside, her heart quickly dropped back where it belonged: Rumble lay on his belly, his forelegs clamped tightly around his little sister whom he had pressed firmly to his chest. His mouth slowly and delicately worked along the little tufts of downy wingfeathers protruding from Mizzle's back.
"Don't worry, Mizzle. Just hold on a little bit longer. Momma's needs to get something." Silver Lining's words brought a hopeful, shiny-eyed look to Mizzle's features...
...which promptly collapsed into a resigned dismay as she saw what her mother had gone to fetch.
*click*
The photo of Rumble's First Display of Paternal Instinct joined the others in the increasingly-stuffed photo album, right along Rumble's First Steps, Rumble's First Erection and pretty much every single picture they'd managed to cram into the day he was first Stallioned.
The infamous Rumble's First Serious Illness luckily remained undocumented, as it had reduced more than one of the herd's mares to tearfully pleading Luna not to take their little colt away as the ambulance-carriage sped off.
The time when they discovered Rumble had been faking it all to get out from under an exam had been dubbed P-day, after what occurred when the little colt saw a herd of enraged mares charging at him en-masse.

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    Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 9 (VelvetHeart)     
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 9 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Heart's Warming, it was a celebration burned deep into the Equestrian ponies' culture. For the Kicker herd, it was one spent in the house of friends, on the ground, closing ties with the other tribes. For Mizzle, it all didn't matter - Heart's Warming meant only one thing of true importance: Presents!
With large, shiny eyes and a bit of an excited bounce, she watched as Cloudkicker dug through the pile of gaily-wrapped boxes.
"This one's for Rumble!" Cloudkicker announced, to Mizzle's momentary disappointment. With box in lap, Rumble began undoing the duct-tape holding the paper. The box itself proved basic, and brown, but when he opened it and reached in...
...well, it was definitely colorful. "Is that... a plush little filly?" Rumble looked rather bemused at the stuffed toy, clearly made to represent a little baby mare with surprising accuracy, down to anatomical correctness. "W-what? I, why do I get a doll?"
"Isn't that great?" Silver Lining chimed in, "Now you can practice your paternal instincts all you want."
"Don't be silly, I don't have any such things," Rumble felt his cheeks flush a little as he said that, angrily setting down the plush toy.
A little digging and the next present came out of the pile. "This one's for Mizzle!" Cloudkicker announced, to the excited squeal of the little filly.
The paper didn't survive long, swiftly reduced to shreds in a frenzy of tearing. "It's a... It's..." Mizzle blinked at the box, turning it around a few times. "The Rumbler?"
Cloudkicker's face instantly turned bright red around the cheeks, the mare quickly leaning aside and whimpering softly into Silver Lining's ear: "Ohcrap, I put the wrong name on the box!"
Mizzle, in the meantime, was still circling the box in a state of confusion, taking a moment to read everything. "It says it's-" she slowed down for a moment to read a line aloud, "- 'based on true mea-sure-ments from the stallion registry data'." She reached for the lid...
Finally, Silver Lining, suddenly realizing what Cloudkicker had bought, moved in, "Dearie, maybe you shouldn't-"
She was too late. "Hey, Rumble! It's your thingie!" Mizzle cheerfully announced as she lifted the rubbery length from its box, draping it across her snout. Rumble went red from his chest to his ears in an instant.
"I'm sorry, Silver Lining!" Cloudkicker pleaded. "I'd planned to bring it out after Mizzle had gone to bed, but I put the wrong name on the box and didn't recognize it anymore so it went into the normal gift-pile!"
"Don't worry, dearie." Silver Lining sighed as she laid her foreleg around Cloudkicker's withers. "Mistakes happen. We'll just need to find a way to distract Mizzle and she'll completely forgot she ever got the thing. I'm not looking forward to having to explain to our earthpony friends that it was accidental, though."
"Phew. Thanks. Ah, if I may ask: Why the plush? I don't think Rumble liked it a lot."
Silver Lining allowed herself smug little smirk. "Oh, he might've said he didn't like it, but did you notice how he kept the little filly resting against his side or front the entire evening?"
"...I hadn't even realized that. Time sure flies, doesn't it?" Cloudkicker sighed with a hint of wistfulness. "It doesn't even seem that long since Hardback was holding our little foals like that... And so long since my own father held me like that.
...great, now I'm envious of a stuffed toy."
Silver Lining leaned into her fellow herdmare and laughed, before nuzzling her snout along Cloudkicker's ear and whispering; "You know, speaking of stallions and instincts, how about you and me, we go down to Hardback's room and see if we can't convince him to--"
It was Cloudkicker's turn to blush again, but the eagerness in her face showed no hint of shame.

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     Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 10 (Minalkra)      
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 10 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
Windwhistler rushed around her family's cloud home, fluffing pillows or making sure that Rumble and Thunderlane stayed in their rooms or begging her mothers to stay upstairs.  It was the first time her stallion was meeting their family and she wanted everything to be perfect.  When the knock came - the dull thump thump of hoof on cloud - the poor dear was a bundle of frayed nerves.
"Coming, coming!"  With one final slick of her mane, Windwhistler opened the door, smiling just a bit too wide at the mare and stallion standing precariously on the cloudstuff.  "Blue!  Mrs. Chapeau, welcome welcome to the Kicker household!  Please, come in."
Blue Bonnet gave a small bow, nervously glancing at his birth-mother as Windwhistler led them into the foyer.  His first mare's nervous glancing and wing twitches were quite telling but the earth pony himself was more nervous about falling through the cloud material that made up the home.  Despite that young librarian's assurances that the cloudwalking spell would last for hours, an earth pony was supposed to be on the earth and not in the sky.  His nose burned slightly at the smells - two, no, three males lived here and that made him even more nervous.  His mother's quick smile - while Windy was babbling on about her family's illustrious history - settled him a bit.  But only a bit.
"... and Hardback's mares have all been in the Guard.  I'm, of course, going to join them when I get through with my Apprenticeship but-" Jaune Chapeau cleared her throat, interrupting Windwhistler's now very rambling discourse.  Blue blushed at his mare's faux pas.  It was customary to offer drinks to the stallion and his mother when they entered.  How could Windy be so daft sometimes?  As she blushed at the realization and scrambled to the kitchen for glasses - without asking what they'd like - he couldn't help but giggle at her flustered face.  That's why he put up with it all, that look.
After some confused rushing around as Windwhsitler tried to cover for her little mistake, Blue's mother cleared her throat and forced her grin into a scowl.  And here it comes, the 'Q&A' session.  'How many mares live here?' 'Do I smell a stallion?' 'Why is it that there are no other females more worthy of my son?'  Traditions passed on from dam-to-filly about the proper way to interrogate a mare seeking a stallion.  Blue was surprised at his mare, however.  With how flustered she had been before, the 'grilling' seemed to calm her down and even raise her spirits somewhat.  Mares, who could understand them?
"And now the most important question of all."  Windwhsitler glanced at Blue, trying to gauge his mother's intent from his face.  While many questions were common, some were special.  These usually were kept till the end of the interrogation and they could make or break a relationship quite readily.  The silence stretch on as Mrs. Chapeau's smile returned.  "Where are your mothers?  We have childhood to discuss."
Oh no.  OH NO!  How could she have forgotten!?  Blue was an earth pony!  The earth pony tribe was very keen on family ties, on having herds remain close and bound by blood!  If her mothers came down, they'd bring -
"Jaune!  How lovely to see you, dear!"  Silver Lining trotted downstairs, a very recognizable book balanced on her back as her daughter tried desperately to disappear into the cloud material that composed her chair.  "I hope my daughter has passed your interrogation?"
"Yes, yes."  Jaune laughed, a light sound.  "She seems very apt to get flustered but I think the Guard will iron that out very nicely."  Silver's laugh drove the severity of the situation into Windwhistler's mind.  This was going to hurt.
"Well, it just so happens that I have the family album here and I think it'd be a wonderful opportunity to go through some of our photos of Wind's life changing experiences."
Windwhistler caught her stallion's eye and mouthed a very sincere 'I'm sorry.'  Blue - the full weight of the situation bearing down on him as his mare's mother and his own - nodded in understanding.  Wind's blush was telling to the stallion.  This was going to have so much juicy blackmail material.

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             Stallion Water, Part 1 (Minalkra)             
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Stallion Water, Part 1 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
Black Market Item:  Stallion Water
"The Great and Powerful Pixie's Stallion Water!  Freshly milked from young colts recently rescued from slavery!  Taste's great in tea, coffee or even on waffles!"
Effects: Temporarily reduces Mare Heat 2 days when ingested, +2 to Calm, Temporarily reduces Mare Heat 1 week when injected, +4 Calm, 74% chance of Pregnancy.
Source: Enslaved foalnapped stallions aged Middle to Old.  Young Colt Water is reserved for Special Customers and Nobles.
Punishment for Possession: Prison 1 year if cooperating with Guard, 15-20 if indignant and convicted.
Parent's groups across Equestria are demanding PSony recall all copies of the game 'Grand Theft Stallion' from stores after an item the developer thought had been removed was re-added by a player-created mod.  The so-called 'Stallion Water' - a popular street-name for stallion or colt semen usually harvested from enslaved males - was rendered inaccessible before the game was released to the public but the files and description remained on the disc.  A group of mare programers and enthusiasts discovered the material and re-added it to the game through a 'HotWater' mod to 'restore the game to the original idea proposed by the creators.'  PSony has yet to issue a statement.

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        Rumble's Indiscretion, Part 1 (VelvetHeart)        
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Rumble's Indiscretion, Part 1 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Nimbus winced at the pain and unclamped her teeth from around her foreleg, a little whimper escaping from her even as she tried to dig herself deeper into the bed. She'd used her sextoy diligently, an ever-persistent effort to take the edge off her painful craving, but now she was both sore and unsatisfied.
The toy helped at first, but as predicted, the power of her estrus quickly left it as nothing more than a droplet of water in a raging inferno. The only option that remained to her was to tough it out, just like if she were sick. She didn't lose her mind- some non-pony species had the strange idea pony mares just stopped thinking and started tearing doors down to get at stallions, but that wasn't true. Experiencing estrus, the unfortunate Nimbus had discovered, was something akin to desperately needing to pee without any relief in sight... for about a week.
Perhaps, Nimbus realized, after the first two days, there was something to the whole desperate door-clawing. The constant fantasizing wasn't helping either, leaving her in heat and aroused, a state which'd acquired a ridiculous hairtrigger at some point after the first day.
There was a timid knock on the door.
Nimbus sighed, and pushed the blankets off of her, "Is that my soup?"
The door opened slightly, and a familiar, angular snout poked through. "Nimbus, it's me, Rumble."
"Rumble?! You're - you're not supposed to get anywhere near my room. Do you know-"
"Mom told me; you're in heat. I hear that it feels really terrible so, ehm, I got you something to help you feel a bit better."
Nimbus sighed, "Thanks, Rumble, but there's nothing really that can help me right now. It's just like being sick: You're miserable for a week or two, and then one morning, you're fine. All mares go through this, we're tough enough to handle it, don't worry. Especially your big sisters."
"I... I think... ehm." Rumble hesitated, then leaned in a little further, pushing something into the room with a forehoof.
There it stood, no more than two feet from the bedroom door, gleaming: A glass from the kitchen, no different from all the others they drank from every day...
...but filled with pearly white, viscous and thick, clinging to the insides of the glass...
Nimbus' heart skipped a beat, heat flushing into her cheeks. "I-is that~"
"Yes, ehm... I heard that if you drink it, you'll feel better." Rumble's cheeks began to burn with a blush of his own. "It's mine. I just, y'know, rubbed and..."
"T-thanks. I mean, seriously, that's... Stallions don't normally do such things for..."
"Well, you may be mean sometimes, but you're my big sis and..." Rumble trailed off as he was treated to a strange sight: His big, usually-composed sister clamping a glass between her forelegs, drinking deep of -his- 'milk'. She even went sofar as to start licking the clinging remains from the glass, her snout buried as deep into the glass as she could. Rumble almost snickered at the sight of Nimbus' tongue desperately tonguebathing the underside of the glass.
When Nimbus finally managed to pull her snout away, it was with a held breath that became a sigh of utter contentment.
"Do you feel better?"
Nimbus nodded numbly after a few seconds. It was like taking a magic potion - it took a moment to start, but she could already feel the balming effect it had on her heat. It wasn't as good as a mating, not by a long shot, but even this much was an invaluable gift.
"Good, ah, ehm ... you need to give me the glass back. So I can clean it, and just in case you choose to do something like try and impregnate yourself with it, ok?"
Nimbus hesitated, peering through the glass, tilting it. She was loathe to admit it to herself, but she found herself slightly-unwilling to abandon the source of her relief, just in case, however unlikely, that she missed a spot.
Rumble swallowed, quickly glancing around the corridor in which he stood. He definitely didn't want to get caught, and leaving the glass with Nimbus was asking for trouble; "If you give me back the glass, maybe I'll give you another full one in a few days. If you don't..."
And Rumble had the glass back. As he carefully closed the door behind himself, Nimbus settled herself back under the blankets, tired and relaxed.
She had very soothing, but extremely-weird dreams...

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         Rumble's Indiscretion, Part 2 (Minalkra)          
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Rumble's Indiscretion, Part 2 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
"I can't believe you two!"  Silver Lining paced back and forth in front of her two foals.  True, only one was from her own stock but everypony in a herd was everypony else's family.
Rumble - the recently stallioned colt - scuffed a hoof on the floor, his head hung low in shame and embarrassment.  It wouldn't have been so bad had it just been the three of them but this was big enough the whole herd had gotten involved.  Even little Mizzle was present, though she was rather subdued.  Perhaps it was the angry adults staring at the two shame-faced foals in the center of their circle.  Perhaps it was the fact this was an 'adult' talk and she was there.  Perhaps it was because momma Lining was really upset (and that just almost never happened!).
"I'm sorry, momma..." Nimbus sniffled, tears dripping off her muzzle.  She was sitting next to her little brother a bit awkwardly, her now swollen belly preventing her from sitting properly.  It was hard for her to look around but Rumble knew she was purposefully not looking at him.  It was a bit his fault for putting her in this position.
"Sorry?  SORRY?!  Sorry that your own brother's foal is now inside you?  Sorry that you couldn't take the heat?  Sorry that -"  Silver Lining cut off before she could say anything else that might be rash.  Her face was flushed red and her wings spasmed a bit in an attempt to flare.  Rumble ducked even lower.  His momma was soooo mad.
"Sorry is not going to cut it, young mare.  Not only did you seduce your newly stallioned brother but you did it in the depths of your heat cycle!  That, that!  That ... that is the worst thing you could ever have poss-"
"WAIT!"  Rumble's voice, small and cracked though it may be, interrupted his bloodmother's tirade.  Everpony gasped and turned their eyes to the newest stallion of their family.
"Rumble, no," Nimbus whispered.  It was loud in the heavy silence.  Silver Lining was indulgent, she was kind and she was very gentle with her foals.  But nopony - nopony - interrupted her.  Not even Hardback cut into the conversation when Silver Lining was talking.  He crouched low, the weight of his faux pas suddenly registering.  His bloodmother snapped her jaw shut, her eyes narrowing as she regarded her offspring.
"... did you have something you needed to say, Rumble?"  Her voice was soft.  But not the nice soft like when she would tell him bedtime stories or make him feel better when his sisters were making fun of him.  This soft was cold.  Icy.  Rumble swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat, fighting back tears.
"Yes momma."  That response received an arched eyebrow from the older mare.  Rumble fought the urge to flee as he spoke, his head slowly lowering towards the floor.  "It-it's my fault this happened.  Nimbus didn't 'subduce' me.  I ... I wanted to help her out so, uhm, I got a glass and I ... I filled it.  I just, I just wanted to help."
By now, tears were running freely down his muzzle.  He felt Nimbus giving him a slight nuzzle and that was all it took to break the dam holding back his sobs.  That the room was so silent did not help the young stallion hold back his wails of misery.  For a time, Rumble only felt Nimbus at his side.  They were alone against the entire herd.
Then, another muzzle pressed against his side.  Through tear-filled eyes, Rumble could see the form of his big brother Thunderlane standing next to him.  Then, Cloudkicker - he could tell because she always zapped him with a small charge whenever she touched him - sliding up behind him.  Then, Windwhistler.  Ever little Mizzle began nuzzling his legs.
Silver Lining looked at her herd, nuzzling her son.  Her mouth was set in a frown but it was no longer filled with anger.  Instead, it was sad.  A right mess but perhaps not an unsolvable one.  She cleared her throat to catch everypony's attention.
"Cloudkicker, you're taking a 'vacation' to Manehatten.  You're with foal and it might be a difficult pregnancy.  Nimbus, you are to go as well to 'assist' your mother in this time of need as well as work off some of that extra weight you've gained.  When the foal is birthed, you are both to return here and we will welcome this new foal into our family as we would any other."  The looks of relief on everypony's face was almost palpable.  Silver took a deep breath, hardening her eyes.  "As for what happened here, this situation does not leave this room.  Nopony - nopony - will speak of it.  As far as the world outside these walls knows, this foal is Hardback and Cloudkicker's."
With a curt nod from everypony present, Silver Lining turned and left the common room.  There would be hell to pay on her herd if this ... indiscretion ever came to light and she had some friends to call for an alternate plan if it was ever needed.

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           The Tale of Trixie, Part 1 (Minalkra)           
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The Tale of Trixie, Part 1 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
The Great and Powerful Trixie paced backstage, her face indignant.  Gaffers and lighting technicians scurried out of her way as she snarled to herself.
"Who does that uppity pony think she is, sticking Trixie with this job?  Trixie is a showmare of the highest quality!"  One of the gaffers stumbled in her running, pitching on her back directly in Trixie's way.  Without missing a beat, the blue unicorn stepped on her prone body as she continued her tirade.  "She is not some back-alley stallion-hustler!"
"Five minutes Trix."  The stage manager called out from somewhere in the depths of the stage.  Trixie wanted to scream.  Not only were they sticking her - her - with providing mere effects for some trumped-up stallion tart, they didn't even get her name right in the program!
"'Great and Powerful Trix' my well-shaped flank!"  Trixie stomped her hoof.  The squeak of pain from below her went unheeded as Trixie heaved a sigh of defeat.  "Well, let's get this stupid cock-waving show over with Trixie.  Bits are bits at this point in time."
That was the most atrocious, audacious, awful show she had ever been forced to participate in.  Despite the shapely stallion on stage, the colors the theater owners wanted her to display were garish and bordered on obscene.  Green on his orange coat?  That was almost criminal!  'Using green for the sake of using green' as the old saying went.
And now Trixie was hot and bothered.  With a huff, she dumped her saddlebags just inside her apartment door.  The stallion - combined with the instinctual response 'that' color aroused in any full-blooded mare - had almost caused Trixie to loose her composure during the show.  That some of the audience had resorted to 'crotch applause' before the show had ended didn't help.  She was sure she smelled of need herself but the odors of almost a hundred other mares probably drowned her own out.
"Ugh, Trixie needs a bath."  The sound of shuffling from deeper inside her extremely small apartment caused her ears to pitch upwards.
"Trixie, honey, is that you?"  A gryphon's head peaked out from around the corner, a half-smile pulling at his leathery skin.  "You have a good day at," he sniffed, his eyebrow arching in a silent question, "work?"
"Ugh.  They have Trixie doing 'green lighting' on a stallion review."  The gryphon clicked his beak in irritation and Trixie's ears flipped down in response.  "Tri-I mean, I wish I didn't have to do it, sweety.  I really do but we need the bits."
For a time, silence filled the apartment's air - save for the sounds of the busy Manehatten streets below.  Trixie kept her head lowered in apology as she awaited her lover's reply.  She didn't touch a single stallion on the way home, even in passing.  She knew how territorial Greg could be when it came to his mates.  Gilda and his fight last week still caused her nightmares.  Slashing talons.  Screaming angry voices.  Blood ...
A talon gently lifted her head.  Greg's golden eyes were filled with concern and the slightest hint of sadness.
"It's alright, Trixie.  I understand you take what you can get.  But thank you."  He leaned in and caressed her cheek with his tongue.  Gryphon beaks were not really well designed for kissing and their 'tongue kiss' was the closest they could get to a proper pony kiss.  Trixie nuzzled his cheek in response, opening her mouth to ask 'for what' before she was interrupted.  "For avoiding stallions on the way home.  It makes it easier to deal with."
They stood in the doorway, their faces and tongues dancing in a supreme show of affection.  After a moment, Greg broke the embrace, nodding towards the living room/dining room area.
"Gilda sent a letter.  She's calmed down a bunch and wants to try again.  I thought we'd - you and I - would discuss it over dinner."  He looked at her eyes, concern and worry filling his.  Trixie sighed.  That look could make it all worth it.  "I know our, uhm, display caught you off guard last time and I don't want to ruin what we have together trying to make what her and I have work."
"Let's talk about it with her, ok love?  You know us mares," Trixie flicked her tail, letting her scent of lust fill the air - much to his surprise, "we love to see our males extremely happy."
Together, with smiles on their faces, the two lovers slipped into the common room to eat, talk and do other things before asking Gilda to meet them at a later date.  They had a great deal to discuss, the three of them.  But for tonight, Trixie was happy.

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         The Tale of Trixie, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)          
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The Tale of Trixie, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
It started as a birthday gift, strangely enough. Rarely did a stallion truly need to get a job, with his family herd providing for him at first, until finally his own herd took over the financial responsibility.
Such things didn't include expensive birthday gifts for mares, though, and Goldenfield had seen how his mother had whimpered over Rarity's latest designs. The up-and-coming fashionista was the hottest thing in Clotheshorse Magazine, and her prices had gone up to match.
So Goldenfield had to get himself a job, quick money for a bit of vacation work so he could afford a dress for his mother. In the end, however, he found himself working the theater... floors. With a mop.
He was down to two weeks when he realized that no matter how much he mopped, he wouldn't be able to afford more than a Rarity-designed hoofkerchief by the time his mother's birthday rolled around.
No raise nor advance could fill the gap, and the theater had seen better days. Income was lacking, and the shows ill-patronized. "It's just not what the audience wants to see anymore," the theater manager had sighed, sadly cradling a bottle of something amber and alcoholic.
"What do they want to see, then?" Goldenfield had asked, feeling vaguely embarrassed asking for a raise when the theater was obviously in such trouble.
"I wish I knew."
It was with head lowered that Goldenfield made his way through the streets of town. Occasionally, he stopped a mare and asked her why. Why wouldn't ponies come to the theater anymore.
What would make you like to see on stage?
Politely, he inquired of the well-dressed mares their tastes in theater.
...but it was only when he came across a small group of blue-collar mares that he got a reply he could actually use: "You," came the somewhat-sexist reply. "Oh yes, you'd definitely make me come," another mare in the group added with her voice thick with innuendo, fully expecting the stallion to blush and run off.
That was not the reply she got: "Then you'll get to see just that! At the Spring Tree theater!"
The stallion left three bemused mares in his wake.
...but the idea worked, better then expected. He worked out the details with the theater manager, and that evening, he was on stage. It wasn't much yet; Goldenfield prancing, laying, rolling and flagging his tail like an excited stallion in spring in front of an audience of five mares, three of which were the blue-collar construction workers, and two were their friends.
But it worked. True, such shows had existed before, but not in this town, since stallions who were willing to get on stage were few and far between.
The audience, of a less-'refined' variant than the theater's usual crowd, was in no way shy in showing their appreciation and enjoyment. In a way, this seemed to only spur on Goldenfield. By the end of his first show, he was doing a little excited showing himself, peeking, just a tiny bit, from his sheath.
The word spread quite quickly among the working mares. The audience grew, as did both Goldenfield's salary and excitement. The special effects improved too, thanks to a unicorn that got hired somewhere along the line.
Even after his mother's birthday, Goldenfield continued, but both he and the theater manager knew it would end one day. One day, Goldenfield would find a mare and start his own herd, and his days displaying his prance on stage would come to an end.
The mares in the audience probably knew too - it seemed they made every effort to enjoy it while it lasted.

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           The Tale of Trixie, Part 3 (Minalkra)           
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The Tale of Trixie, Part 3 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
"The next petitioner, step forward!"  The Lord Herald of the Crystal Empire called from his perch next to Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.  The pink Princess of Love sighed heavily as a blue unicorn stepped forward, head held higher than most of the nobility.  This petitioner was going to be fun.  The Lord Herald cleared his throat.  "Trixie Lulamoon of Canterlot, Journeymare Mage of the Illustrious Order of the -"  The blue unicorn huffed and stomped her hoof, cutting off the Herald before he could finish his recitation of her orders and grades.
"The Great and Humble Trixie is just Trixie before the throne, Lord Herald."  Murmurs ran through the assembled nobility as Cadence's ears perked up.  It was rare that a unicorn would cut off their honors even before one of the immortal alicorns.  Yet, there was something more that caused Cadence's interest to peak.  She had heard about this 'Trixie' mare from a few of Twilight's Friendship Reports and in most of them, it had been made clear that she was a braggart that styled herself 'Great and Powerful,' not 'Great and Humble.'  Something must have happened between then and now.  The Lord Herald scoffed at his interruption, motioning the mare to step forward further.
"Then step forward, 'Great and Humble' one, and be recognized by the Crystal Throne."  The unicorn - her nose firmly planted in Aunt Celestia's butt - stepped even closer to the throne from which Cadence ruled over her subjects.  At the foot of the dais, she stopped.
"So, my little pony, what error in life or love did you seek redress for?"  The pink Princess' voice rang clear across the Great Hall.  Despite this, years of practice had refined the immortal of love's tone to be as warm and welcoming as her own beloved Aunt's.
"Trixie is ... asking that this be discussed in private."  Again, murmurs followed in the wake of the mare's request - this time from Cadence's muzzle as well.  It was not unheard of for a request to be made in private.  After all, she was the immortal of love and affairs of the heart were sensitive things.  Most requests were simple things and some were even distressing in their nature.  Jealous lovers, hateful and poisonous love - these things were often the subjects of the closed door sessions.  Something in this mare's eyes, however, told the Princess that it was something more.  Something less simple.
Cadence nodded, motioning one of her guards to lead the mare to a private room.  She would handle that request last.
"Trixie greets you, your highness, and thanks you for meeting with her privately."  The unicorn, Trixie, bowed low as Cadence entered the sitting room.  The Princess noted her worn and scuffed appearance, her tired eyes and her determined look.  Simple this was not.  With a wave, the pink alicorn motioned for the mare to stand.
"Please, call me Cadence.  You are Trixie, the show mare are you not?"  Notably absent was any mention of a particular celestial bear or lack of work.  If this unicorn was now styling herself 'humble,' Cadence was more than willing to let her live up to her name.
"Yes your - er, Cadence.  Trixie was a showmare of illusions.  Trixie hopes to be so again, one day."  The longing in her voice jolted the Princess.  Something happened indeed.
"Well, I doubt you are here to reignite your career, Trixie.  What can I do for you?"
"Trixie wishes to be a stallion."
Princess Mi Amore Cadenza - immortal alicorn of love and Empress of the Crystal Empire - did something that was rare for even a young immortal to do.  She blinked at the unicorn before her in confusion.
"What?"
"Recently, Trixie had ... trouble.  An amulet that increased her power but corrupted her heart.  Trixie, Trixie wanted to show up Twilight Sparkle - Celestia's student - but ended up doing much worse."  The unicorn lowered her head, shame staining her cheeks red.  "Trixie was wrong to do what she did and still owes much to the ponies of Ponyville for her error.  But it got Trixie to thinking.  Why does Trixie want everypony to look at her?  What is it about being seen as 'better' than everypony else that makes Trixie heart flutter?"
Cadence motioned for her to continue, sitting discreetly on the carpet of the sitting room.  She did not mention how improper this was nor how forward the unicorn was being.  This seemed to be an issue of the heart that was long in coming.
"Trixie - Trixie is alone.  She has always been alone.  The life of a wandering showmare is not a life most stallions would want and Trixie was never lucky in love."  The unicorn sat, rubbing her muzzle with a hoof as tears threatened to fall.  "Trixie loves the life but wishes she had somepony to share it with.  Nopony wants to join her."
"And as a stallion, you think you'd have more luck?"
"Trixie knows she'd have more luck.  Many mares want to come with her but they never are interested in Trixie.  Only the road Trixie follows.  No stallions want that kind of life.  As a stallion, Trixie would have the best of both worlds.  A road open before her and a mare at her side."
"Is that the only reason?"  Cadence knew there was more.  Trixie shot the Princess a glare and opened her mouth to retort but thought better of it.  With a grimace, the unicorn shook her head.
"Trixie wants to be loved.  Trixie wants to have somepony to come home to, to wait on and be waited upon.  Trixie wants ... Trixie wants to be loved fully."
"Trixie, even alicorn magic has its limits," Cadence held up a hoof to forestall Trixie's protest, "and this is one thing I cannot do.  But that doesn't mean it cannot be done."  With a flick of her horn, Cadence opened the doors and motioned for Trixie to follow.  "There are artifacts that hold great power, more than even my Aunts Celestia and Luna.  If this is truly what you seek, than there may be a way to do it."
"Trixie will do anything, Princess."
"For love?"
"For the love of a single mare."
Trixie trotted out of the Crystal City, her head held low.  The Princess had furnished her for the long journey ahead and her wagon was now fitted with gear and maps to many different artifacts.  Included were tales, stories and legends about potential artifacts or places of power.  Trixie did not know why the Crystal Empress was so interested in seeing her quest come to fruition but she was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.  As she trotted along the path into the unknown, Trixie's mind wandered to her past and a certain purple unicorn that had impressed her so much.
A purple unicorn whose picture now sat lovingly next to her cramped and barely sufficient bed.  A purple unicorn for whom Trixie would gallop to the ends of the world for.

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           The Tale of Trixie, Part 4 (Minalkra)           
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The Tale of Trixie, Part 4 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
Glenda drifted through the open skies, reveling in the feeling of wind whipping through her fur and feathers.  She had just finished her latest hunt and was bringing something fresh home with her to her mates.  She giggled as she hugged the wet mass close to her chest.  She hoped they liked it.
Trixie's leaving had really hurt her mates but the blue unicorn had promised to keep in touch.  Something about a debt owed and nogryph could deny the urge to set right a debt owed.  It was a matter of honor - as well as independence.  Gilda's leaving hurt more to her.  The choleric gryphon had simply stated she had 'something to straighten out' and left.  While the issue wasn't ever explained, it was clear that she had another love in her heart.  That was not the proper way.
Glenda shook her head, her pony-like ears flapping at the movement.  She was almost home and having such bad thoughts for such a great gift was bad luck.  Below her, the fields and farms of New Yoke slowly faded - replaced with the streets and homes of Greater Manehatten.  Eventually, the sky became a crowded mess of flying pegasi, chariots, and the occasional gryphon.  Crowds materialized below her and Glenda had to weave and duck around other air-travelers as she clutched her prize to her chest.  While the instincts were somewhat faded, she still felt a tinge of jealously and greed each time she passed another.  The gryphons eyed her treasure enviously while the pegasi looked in in a confused and grimly distasteful way.  She didn't care.  Her flock - herd to use the pony term - was waiting her and she knew they would love it.
With a graceful swoop, Glenda settled on the open-air balcony that promised access to the apartments that she shared with her loves.  In smaller towns across Equestria, mobile and expandable houses were the norm but in space-starved cities like Manehatten, apartments with mobile dividers were much more affordable and easier to maintain.  She shuddered to think of the older and less desirable buildings nearer the piers.  Those that were built before the pony architects had begun trying to simulate the expandability of the homes that dotted the countryside.  Manehatten was supposed to be a 'working mares' city fashioned after Baltimare and Fillydelphia.  At first, single room apartments had been the norm for many decades but the influx of stallions seeking both work and mates had become impossible to ignore.
Shaking her head from all the strangely expository thoughts, Glenda wound her way down the single set of stairs that separated her landing pad from her apartments.  Her gift was leaking onto the floor and she needed to get it into a container soon enough or else it's end up staining everything red.  A light blush graced her cheeks.  She hadn't planned on finding a catch like this and the surprise of it - as well as the thought of how much it'd be loved by all her flockmates - forced her talon into grabbing it while it was still warm.
Thoughts of mess and stains were wiped away as she spied her door ahead.  Humming happily to herself, Glenda walked up to the door and ... stood there for a second, unsure of how to proceed.  Her talons were busy holding her gift and while she might have been able to juggle the unwieldy mass in one talon, she didn't want to drop it on the ground.  Her beak was - unlike a pony's mouth - completely unsuitable for the handle and she was balanced on her hind legs precariously enough as it was.
"Buck me in the ass," she growled.
"If that's the way you want it, sugar."  The low and sultry voice from behind her caused another growl to slip through her beak.  She turned and regarded her neighbor with a scowl, eying his bright yellow coat, cool blue mane and half-lidded green eyes crowned by an extremely well manicured horn.  Most stallions were alright with seeking and finding a flock - herd - of their own.  Some, however, seemed to only want mares or hens that were already attached without any intention of staying around.  Sunflower Beam was one such stallion and - Empress damn it - if he wasn't a hot flank!  He could have settled down with any number of herds by this point in his life but instead he went and disturbed the peace of other herds for his own sick amusement.  Pony's called it 'herd poaching.'  Gryphons has a simpler term for it: 'being a bastard.'
"What do you want, Beam?"  Glenda was no fool.  She knew what he wanted the moment he saw her enter her home with Blue Belle - her flock's new stallion.  That the other male was a gryphon has held his lust in check.  He had assumed that the three gryphons were racial mates and had even snubbed them on the times there had been a meeting in the hallway.  Now that the 'gryphon family' had branched out, Beam undoubtedly saw them as easy prey.
"Oh, you know what I want.  What I really, really want."  The yellow unicorn sashayed a bit, letting his member peak out from underneath him.  Glenda rolled her eyes.  Such an unmannerly display of maleness would have put most mares off their lunch but Beam was a skilled seductor.  Gryphons loved to catch glimpses and hints of that particular piece of anatomy, it kicked off a 'hunt' instinct that was intoxicating.  Even now, Glenda found her tail twitching involuntarily at the sight - just enough to see it but not enough to see it fully.  "But what I want right now is to know if you - eurgh!"
Glenda's eyebrows rose slightly as the yellow unicorn finally regarded what was sitting in her talons, dripping nasty liquids on the carpet.
"Took you long enough, flank."  She purposefully left out either 'hot' or 'hole,' letting the stallion fill the thought in with his own preference.  She did need some help right then and insulting her potential ... savior would not do the carpeting any favors.  "Be a dear and get the door, wouldn't want this nasty mess all over the hallway, would we?"
Beam looked between the sopping amorphous blob in her talons and her face a few times - growing more ill each glance - before sparking off his horn and wrenching the door open.  Without another word, he turned on his tail and headed towards his own apartments, four sealed doors down.  Glenda smirked at his retreating backside. both enjoying her minor victory over the infuriatingly hot and annoying stallion as well as his finely shaped flank as it swayed to hi-
"Ahem."  Glenda's pupils shrank to pinpricks as a stallion actually spoke that word rather than clearing his throat.  Whipping her head around, she gave Blue Belle her widest and - admittedly - fake-est grins, blushing through her feathers.  Blue, in turn, regarded her through slitted eyes.  "Did you like what you saw, Glenda dear?"
"Who, Beam?  Nah, he's too boney for me, love!  You know that!"  Not that he really was - Beam was one of the hottest stallions she'd ever laid eyes on but that meant nothing if his personality was absolute garbage.  "Uhm, I got you something..."  Blue looked down to regard her burden, his brow wrinkling before both eyes shot open and the widest smile she'd ever seen grace his face burst out.
"Is that Cudson River clay?!"  The earth pony reached out and prodded the still dripping mass of gooey earth, doing whatever magic it was to clay that he could work so marvelously.  "It is!  OH GLENDA!"
Without missing a beat, the earth pony sculptor reared up and wrapped his fore legs around her neck, squeezing until the hen could barely breath.  As he hugged her, Glenda noticed his tail swishing about behind him - a sure sign of his pleasure.  Letting up, the blue stallion propped himself against her shoulders and regarded her with an extremely happy smile.
"Uh, Blue?  I think there's more on us now then is useable."  Both flock mates - herd mates, lovers, what-have-you - looked over the clinging clay that now covered the pair of them.  Blue blushed, avoiding Glenda's eyes as he lowered himself to the ground.
"There's enough, Glen.  There's always enough."

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           Cold Water Colt, Part 1 (VelvetHeart)           
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Cold Water Colt, Part 1 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Peacekeeper winced belatedly, the echoes of Hardnose' angry kick still ringing in her ears. The station wall was cracked where her superior's hindhooves had struck it in a fit of frustration before stomping off to finish her paperwork.
The frustration was evident throughout the squad as they pushed their way through the doors, their expressions a mix of sorrow and annoyance.
It'd been a mission months in the making - ever since they intercepted a suspicious carriage and found that hidden compartment;
Warm Milk. Stallion Water. Hot Cream. It had dozens of street names, but to the peddlers it meant only two things: Money and power.
The local police could've just busted the mare pulling the cart, but they had bigger plans. Concocted by minds so far up the chain of command that Peacekeeper'd never even seen them, a steady surveillance had been set up with the purpose of finding the core of the operation and the poor stallions who'd fallen victim to it.
...but when they finally made the raid in full force, they found naught but empty rooms and a few stains.
It was no wonder they'd come home demoralized.
Peacekeeper sighed. If only they knew.
Making her way to her locker, the policemare quickly made sure nopony was around, and carefully undid the lock.
There it was: a plain-looking brown paper bag. This was what she betrayed all her oaths and vows for, her reward for a leak that fated at least one stallion to suffer for the wealth of others.
The bag had just appeared in her locker while she was out, as it always did - perhaps it was just another of their ways of controlling her, showing her that there was somepony else there in the station who danced on their strings, watching her, making sure she remained quiet and docile.
And it had started so simple, just a quick gulp to steady her for the police academy selections.
With a nervous glance, she reached out, ready to tuck the fat bottle of ill-gained product into her saddlebags...
...the paper crumpled, smaller and smaller - too small to contain the large bottle she expected. For a moment, panic sent her heart aflutter. Did they stiff her on the payment? Did ... did somepony find it? Did they search her locker?
That was when she saw a glint of glass, and her heart lurched into her throat, hooves frantically snapping the paper bag shut again.
Ice trickled down her spine as she frantically looked about. She'd only caught a glimpse, but it was enough to recognize it: That tiny little glass bottle, slightly smaller than a shotglass, delicate and beautiful, filled with a thin, clear, slightly viscous fluid.
Cold Water.
It had no other streetname. It didn't have to. Even in the darkest alleys, it was spoken of in only the most hushed of whispers. The only known fluid in Equestria that could simply quench a heat without actual pregnancy, giving the mare that used it properly a subtle, but-powerful euphoric high that lasted for weeks, something only recently-impregnated mares normally enjoyed.
Cold Water. Being found in possession of Stallion Milk would've surely ended her career, but Cold Water... if they found out, there would be no mercy for her. Princess Cadence would personally get involved, and when Princess Cadence got involved in a Cold Water case...
Peacekeeper choked off a whimper as fear grasped her, quickly followed by cruel stab of guilt as another realization hit her;
They have a little colt.
It was the only way. Cold Water was harvested by draining a colt too young to be fertile, and then forcing him, raping him. No more than a few drops at a time, they'd force him to produce. How long had some poor little thing suffered to make that tiny, single-dose bottle that now lay hidden in her locker? How much longer would he have to suffer at the hooves and mouthes of power-obsessed mares because she stymied his rescue?
Those criminal mares, they were tightening their grip on her.  Peacekeeper understood it well enough. This dark treasure they awarded her with was worth so much more than her usual, and so much more addictive.
The worst part was that despite her guilt, she already knew they'd won. She couldn't possibly discard this extravagant bribe. Her heat would soon be upon her, and she was already considering which of her toys to use on the night that tiny bottle's contents would grace her nether passage...

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           Cold Water Colt, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)           
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Cold Water Colt, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Coldwater Colt. It seemed so... improbable, so impossible that any mare would do such a thing, let alone whole criminal operations.  Yet there it was, the evidence.  Hiding under his pillow, trying not to cry.
Even had he not arrived with a clinical and detailed guardspony report as to the conditions he was found in during the rescue, Clearheart would've recognized the signs in an instant: He visibly flinched away from physical contact with adults, he actively avoided seeing anypony's genitals as if actually scared of seeing a vulva or sheath, and he seemed similarly uncomfortable when spotting others looking at his, to the point of asking if he could have something to cover up his hindquarters.
This fear of sex spoke volumes in modern Equestria, with its protective attitudes towards colts and stallions. Equestria was big though, and  - occasionally - a colt slipped through the cracks. It could've been anything from an unregistered birth to, in some of the more horrifying cases, actual murder and foalnapping.
So she was left with the painful task of taking these tiny, broken little colts and gently - carefully - putting them back together again.  Helping them recover, taking away their sex and mare related fears.
She was good at it too.  One of the few - no, one of the best who could handle cases like these. At some point her entire schedule became little colts and it left its marks.  For Clearheart though, it was worth suffering for.
And suffer she did; her treatment plan, developed from a surprise breakthrough, was unique and unusual:
In essence, she became her patients' doormat. She never touched them, never forced anything.  She merely talked. Even when a colt went so far as to bite or kick her, she merely asked 'Why did you do that? Did that make you feel better?' and further encouraged them to do whatever they wanted to.
As a result, her coat was often host to tiny crescents of bruised skin. Bitemarks, hoofmarks, they faded quickly enough.  But the reward was lasting; Colts did not fear a mare who let her teats get bitten, her legs get kicked, her flanks get struck. They were too small to cause serious harm, so Clearheart took the punishment - regardless of what it was.  Whether they hurt her, explored her, or even mounted her.
Which was also why she was wearing a pair of rather silly pants right now, to ensure her current little charge didn't have to worry about accidentally seeing anything he didn't want to.  And as an excuse to look as silly as possible. At this early stage, any kind of laugh was a victory.

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 Cutie Mark Crusader Cold Water Sellers, Part 1 (Minalkra) 
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Cutie Mark Crusader Cold Water Sellers, Part 1 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
"Hey Sweetie Belle, you got the colt?"  Scootaloo looked back and forth, eyeing both sides of the alleyway they had agreed to meet in.  Sweetie's head had poked out from around one corner - giving Scootaloo a huge scare - but she seemed reticient to come to where her friends were.
"Uhm, I don't know about this guys."  Her voice cracked slightly, though it was only a whisper.  Scootaloo tried to lean out to see what - or who - was behind her friend but she couldn't get a good view from where they were hidden.  "I only heard Rarity talk about it for a second before she saw me and I got into a whole lot of trouble."
"But this could be our chance, Sweetie!"  Applebloom edged into the conversation.  Her bow was gone, stashed somewhere safe undoubtedly, and it was weird seeing the Crusader without it.  Still, anything to keep from getting caught or identified at this point was a good thing.  "Ah'm just so sick of Diamond Tiara makin' fun of us cause we ain't got our cutie marks yet."
"Yeah.  And it's not like colts don't like it when you touch them there, right?"  Scootaloo rubbed her head.  "I mean, you get the stuff out and make money, they get touched in their ... icky place and everypony's happy!  I don't even know why it's wrong."
"I guess..."  From behind Sweetie, a slightly smaller form emerged from the darkness of the alley.  A mottled white and brown colt with his trademark impish grin.  Scootaloo felt her heart leap into her throat suddenly.  She knew that Sweetie was supposed to get a young colt but him?!  At least he was cute ...
"Hey gals!  What'd ya need ol' Pip for anyway?"  Pip looked around anxiously but without fear.  It seemed to be some kind of game to him.  A fun game with three awesome fillies, what could possibly go wrong?
"Come here, Pip!  Scootaloo's gonna make a stallion out of you."
"Wow, that's not a lot is it?  And he only gave us a few drops before he started crying."  Scootaloo looked despondently into the small 'sippy cup' she was carrying.  A few bit-sized white spots rolled around inside, spreading and clinging to the sides of the cup.
"... yeah.  I don't like this at all."  Sweetie kicked a rock as they walked.  Rarity said it was bad but she didn't say it was this bad.
"Me neither.  At least Pip's ok, right?"  Applebloom gave Scootaloo an almost angry glance.  It had been her idea and her hooves that had done the real deed.  The pegasus of their group had even seemed curiously interested at first.  But when their colt had begun crying, all three of them had started having doubts.  One more time past that and the lead weight in their stomachs had been too much to handle.
"Yeah, he's ok.  I helped him calm down but had to give up my Rainbow Dash Commemorative Mane-Wig to get him not to tattle.  Uhm, I guess I can see why this is wrong now."  Scootaloo looked at the cup with distaste.  Why ponies would pay for the smelly goop was still beyond her.
"Ah think we learned a valuable lesson here."
"You wanna write the Princess ab-"  Sweetie's question as cut off by two very scared voices.
"NO!"  "NO!"
"Alright, geez.  Sooo, what's next?"  The cup safely stashed away in her saddlebags, Sweetie looked at her two best friends as they weighed the question in their minds.  Scootaloo was the first to offer a new suggestion.
"Cutie Mark Gun Runners?"
"Uh, what's a 'gun' and why would ya want to run with it?"

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Cutie Mark Crusader Cold Water Sellers, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)
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Cutie Mark Crusader Cold Water Sellers, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
"Rarity found the bottle."  Sweetie Belle sighed.  The Cutie Mark Crusaders were settled in their club house, another day of Crusading about to begin.  It had taken her extra long to get there that day and her friends were rightly worried about the reason.  "I got grounded for fifteen months, but she suspended it - so as long as I don't tell anypony what we did.  And she gets to keep the bottle.  I'm not really in trouble but I feel like I should be."
"Didn't she tell you not to tell anypony?"
"You're not anypony, you're my friends!"

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Equestrian Guard, Stallion Tracking Division Advertisment (Minalkra)
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Equestrian Guard, Stallion Tracking Division Advertisment (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
fade in, four well-known mares seated around a table at a full restaurant; two earth ponies, a unicorn and a pegasus
"Rarity's been awful relaxed this heat season.  Ah wonder what her secret is."
"Ugh, I know.  I hate having to deal with heat.  Cuts waaay too much into may training."
"Come on girls, it's not that bad."
"Oh shut it Pinkie.  Ugh, I wish I was back in Canterot.  I know exactly where ... to ..."
"Where to what Twi?"
"Uhhh, nothing!"
"Come on Twilight!  We're your super bestest friends!"
"Well, y-you know about, uhm, w-water ... stuff, right?"
"Twilight!"
"I'm sorry!  I know it's wrong but I can't take the time to go looking for a herd of my own and I'm surrounded by stallions and the Princess always assigns exams during heat and, and, and I'm a ba-a-ad pony-y-y!"
"You ain't a bad pony, Twi.  But what you did was wrong.  Now, we don't truck with those filth peddlers here in Ponyville none so you better get that out of your head right quick."
"Yes, Applejack, you're right!  It's wrong to use 'stallion water' because of all the stallions hurt by criminal organizations.  Every year, over a hundred stallions are rescued across Equestria from 'milking' gangs but hundreds more remain in terrible conditions.  Each time a mare chooses a 'shortcut' through her heat, a stallion is put through a nightmare.  Remember, don't 'shortcut' your heat."
*fade out to a place-card reading 'Think of the stallions' with the subtitle 'Paid for by the Equestrian Guard, Stallion Tracking Division'*

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             Charlie Sheen, Part 1 (Minalkra)              
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Charlie Sheen, Part 1 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
"Twilight?  What in tarnation are ya doin'?"
"Oh!  Applejack!  Great, I could use a solid earth pony focus instead of Spike.  He'd cause the summoning matrix to get all wibbly-wobbly and we can't have that."
"Twili-WOAH.  Twi, what are ya doin' in here?  What's all this here chalk and nonsense?"
"Hmm?  Oh, it's my heat-"
"Yeah, I could smell it."
"AHEM.  It's my heat so I thought I'd summon some assistance."
"... what?"
"You see, unicorns used to summon sex-demons from some distant universe to help quench the heat but the practice fell out of favor some fifteen hundred years ago.  We've lost the specifics but I think I've finally rediscovered the essential spells.  But I've been using Spike as a focus and, well, dragons have that massive resistance to magic anyway..."
"... Twilight, are you tellin' me that yer honestly tryin' ta summon some 'sex-demon' to get yer heat off?  Are you out of yer mind?!  What if it gets loose?  What if it don't want to do anything like that?  Wh-"
"Applejack, please.  All records of the sex-demons paints them as sex-crazed males.  Supposedly, their world has a one-to-one male/female ratio and it's hard to get a mate for them.  They love it!"
"... the minute this thing even looks like it wants ta go back home, you send it back ya hear?"
"Applejack, I'm not going to out-right rape the poor thing.  Now stand in that circle while I cast."
"Alright ..."
"Woah."
"Ya can say that again sugarcube."
"I, I didn't expect them to be so ... tall."
"Wh-where am I?"
"Oh, hell!  I'm Twilight Sparkle.  This is Applejack.  We'd like to ask if you can help us, uh, Mr ...?"
"Sheen.  Charlie Sheen."

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              Stallion's Night (VelvetHeart)               
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Stallion's Night (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Windsnap fluttered her wings in frustration before forcing them back against her sides and the cool metal of her guard-armor. "Why are we guarding this place, Blitzkick?" she asked of her senior partner. "It's a nightclub, not the outer perimeter."
Blitzkick's response was a casual extension of her foreleg, before firmly slapping the back of Windsnap's helmet. "Idiot, didn't you read the sign?  It's stallions' night here. There's at least ten to twenty of our stallions in this building right now. I wouldn't vote for a mayor who didn't put effort into protecting the club on a night like this; even if there are no predators about, there's always some heat-crazed mare who tries to get in somehow. "
"Oh, right." Windsnap couldn't help but feel even more like a rookie than she did twenty minutes ago.
Approximately thirty-five minutes later, she opened her mouth again: "What do you suppose they do in there?"
"They talk about stallion things," Blitzkick calmly replied, expression stern as she scanned her surroundings. "They gossip about mares, their homelives, discuss things that they don't feel comfortable talking about around mares. That sort of thing. Maybe they dance a bit."
"Oh." Windsnap couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"And then they take out the tape-measure, and they have a penis-measuring contest."
"W-what?" Windsnap choked out as a sudden U-bend derailed her train of thought.
"So they all basically drop from their sheathes, and in turn, one of them holds the tape-measure along the whole length of the penis. They don't really win or lose at this stage, they just use the measurements to pair themselves up."
"Pair themselves up for what?" Windsnap turned her head to stare at Blitzkick's face, but the stern, straight expression showed no hint of deception.
"The fencing matches, of course. All the stallions try to find partners about equal to them in length, rear up on their hindlegs, and embrace. They then begin fencing and grinding their firming penises together. Of course they get all excited in the process. The one who orgasms last wins, so by the end, the floor and most of the stallions are covered in fresh sperm."
Windsnap's mouth fell open. Whatever she said, it came out vaguely more akin to a gurgle than intelligible words.
"And when they're all done, they start grooming each other, with their tongues, murmuring sweet nothings while they lick and kiss all over their fellow stallions' bodies. And, well, that's about it, really. Nothing special." Blitzkick carefully kept her face straight. Years of training and experience kept her from cracking even the faintest smile as conversation died down.
But she could well see the distant look in Windsnap's eyes, and that distinctive little sideways twitch of her tail no matter how she tried to stay still throughout the rest of the night.
Oh Celestia, it was such fun messing with the rookies!

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                  True Way (VelvetHeart)                   
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True Way (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Among the breaching waves, perched upon a cliffside high and nestled against the rubble of an ancient lighthouse lay the town of True Way. Smaller than Ponyville by far, it was a place of strange rules, where colts married but one mare, chosen before the age of eight, or chosen for them not long after. It was the home of our tale - and our protagonists.
The story begins in the room of a unicorn filly, where she lay weeping on the bedspread. Her hopes were high but hours before, where on the playground she had begged a colt for his love.
Alas, she was scorned, her hopes smashed as she had feared. Few colts her age lived in True Way’s streets, and fewer still unwed...
So she wept upon her bedspread, and in her mom’s embrace
When she’d asked a colt’s heart change, it led but to disgrace
But her wait would not be long, nor her old hopes cast
Her eighth year would soon come, the wait - it would not last
For on her birthday, a mother’s gift for her did shine
A tiny cage of silver, made with spells spun so fine
And within this work arcane, this glitt’ring piece of art
Lay a tiny colt’s beating heart
                              But you cannot bind a colt’s heart
                                 and expect for love to bloom
                                   For within a magic prison
                                For true love, there’s no room
The colt announced to all his love, and soon the two were wed
And though they both were young, they met ‘pon the wedding bed
With every night of passion spent, and every morn in his embrace
She found joy in her husband’s love, in the smile upon his face
But with the waking of the dawn, some doubts did linger yet
‘Cause every single morning, she found her husband’s pillow wet
So one night she slept none, and horrified at what she found
She saw her colt weeping in his dreams, not a moment sleeping sound
So she looked into her cage, and confirmed all her fears
The heart she had held no love, it was only filled with tears
                              For you cannot bind a colt’s heart
                                 and expect for love to bloom
                                   For within a magic prison
                                For true love, there’s no room
So she met him by the cliffside, with the sea’s breeze in her eyes
And with a voice broken by pain, she spoke of her goodbyes
With all the force she could muster, she cast the cage below
Even though in her heart she knew - her husband would now go
One last time he kissed her, and swept away her tears
With his lips thus tainted, stained, he confirmed all her fears
For though the spell made him smile, his face was hiding screams
The only freedom was in sleep, so he wept his tears in dreams
Soon he stepped upon the path away, this town he would now leave
He could not feel his heart no more, and no apology recieve
                              For you cannot bind a colt’s heart
                                 and expect for love to bloom
                                   For within a magic prison
                                For true love, there’s no room
So he met her by the cliffside, his hooves resting in the surf
And with a voice broken by pain, he spoke to her goodbyes
For she cast herself before him, to the wave-kissed rocks below
And in his broken heart he knew - he was now truly free to go
One last time he kissed her, and swept away the blood
With his lips thus tainted, stained, his tears became a flood
His mem’ry set upon him, the words he spoke with so much scorn:
“You cannot rightly earn my heart, for ‘pon your crown there rests a horn.”
“That was a s-stupid thing she did. She didn’t have to do that, she didn’t. Not for a stupid little colt, listening to stupid things his stupid parents told him about unicorns. It’s a stupid song about stupid ponies following stupid rules and doing stupid things. She was a nice filly, you know, the filly in the song. She had a red coat, and a really scruffy green mane and tail, s-so everypony just called her Strawberry instead of ‘lady Scarlet’. That annoyed her so much. No matter how much she brushed and brushed, her mane never settled down for long. Like, this one time, she put tree-sap in her mane to get it to behave, but all it did was make it all spikey so she ended up looking like this really angry wild strawberry.
A little wild strawberry.
T-that was s-such a stupid thing of her to do.
I don’t wanna talk about this song no more.”
"Well, that was a very... nice poem, young stallion." Cheerilee gently coaxed the teary-eyed little colt back to his seat, and turned to find herself gazing upon a sea of sad little faces.
The teacher herself had to blink a few times, scraping her throat. "How about we all have recess a little early while I-" -go cry in a corner for a bit.
-go talk to a foal therapist.
"- go do some paperwork. You know how us adults like our paperwork!"

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              Brave Little Colt (VelvetHeart)              
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Brave Little Colt (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
"So he did take it after all," the mare mumbled to herself, forelegs stretched uncomfortably far to reach into the shadows under the little colt's bed. She let out a sigh of relief as she finally exposed it. Though dusty, battered and dented by the efforts of a mere colt struggling to drag it up the stairs, the two-spool recorder's metal shell had kept its functioning components intact.
The sigh of relief quickly turned into a groan of frustration moments later. "And he just had to use up all the tape too. He probably spent five minutes singing at it and then forgot to turn it off. I hope it's not out of battery."
A few twirls of the two large spools and flick of the play switch set the machine in motion, and after several seconds of nothing but static and breathing, a little colt's voice filled the room:
"...
You're not a pony, right? N-not an 'anypony', you're an... a thing, a 'something'. I can tell you. I have some... They're just stories, stories in my head. They don't mean anything, just stories. You listen. You're not a pony, but you listen. You remember everything, but you don't, y'know, you don't think bad things about me, no matter what I say.
It's a story, it's called 'The Brave Little Colt'.
You see, there was this colt, and he was very, very brave. He was very loved by his mama. But... he had a little sister, and because she wasn't a colt, mama couldn't... love her like she did the brave little colt. A-and because good pony food is very ex- ex-pen-sive, the little sister got much less than the brave little colt.
S-so when the brave little colt gave his food to his sister, his mama got very, very angry. She made him go in t-the smokebox.
The smokebox isn't meant for little colts. It's a little wooden shed with a sort of drawer under it. You put meat in it, a-and light a fire under it, so it fills with smoke. That's how you get smoked meat, you can trade it with some of the not-ponies, because it stays good a long-long time.
The bottom of the smokebox is a metal grill-thing, and it gets really hot, but there are tiles on top of it, so... w-when you're inside the box, you have to stand on the tiles. They get very hot, but they don't leave burns on your hooves like when you s-stand on the metal. It's very dark in there, and it fills with smoke really fast. It gets really hot and breathing hurts inside a-and your eyes start stinging and crying. You have to cough really, really hard, and-and you can't get out, no matter how much you hit the door. It's l-locked.
The brave little colt's mama wasn't listening to him crying and saying he was very, very, very sorry. She just waited until the brave little colt stopped making noise.
After she got him out, she told him not to do it again.
But the brave little colt was very brave, and he didn't want his little sister to be all hungry, even if that meant he didn't... y'know.
So... so he did it again and her got put in the smokebox again.
Even after that, he was still v-very brave, and even though he was very, very hungry, he gave--
W-when his mama put him in the smokebox again, she put something in the fire-drawer. Little brown curls called to-ba-cco. A-after that, the little brave colt didn't... He needed to breathe the smoke sometimes. He felt... wrong if he didn't.
She said if he was a good colt and did what she said, she would give him more brown curls, and she would help him breathe the smoke. He wouldn't have to go into the smokebox any, he could just sit by her and breathe it from a paper thing.
A-after that, the brave little colt wasn't so brave no more.
..."

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CSI SVU: Manehatten (Minalkra)
A shrieking wail echoed through the halls of Manehatten General.  Such an occurrence was not uncommon - the dangerous work the ballooning city required often had working mares staggering in with lacerations or contusions indicative of internal bleeding.  This screech was different, however.  Hackles rose and hearts fluttered as the youthful voice of a young colt in agony filled the lower floor.
"Hold him down!"  Dr. Swift Pulse magicked a strap onto one of the young earth pony's legs, smearing his yellow coat with blood as she tightened it as much as she could.  The Emergency Room had gone deathly quiet after that wail of pain and terror but that meant little to the unicorn doctor.  She had a very injured little colt to take care of and already the tiny form thrashing beneath her hooves was growing pale from blood loss.  "Nurse, hold him still!"
"I-I'm trying!"  Nurse Deep Breath blinked tears out of his eyes as the small form thrashed in agony.  Wings spread behind in an instinctual fear-reaction, the nurse was forced to use hooves to try to hold the patient still.  Doctor Pulse finally managed to get his hind legs open as two further nurses rushed over to assist.
"By Celestia ..."  Under normal circumstances, Doctor Pulse was known for being extremely formal in her speech as well as her mannerisms.  This was no normal circumstance.  The small colt's penis had been cut in spirals down the length while a barbed iron ring was clamped around the base - forcing him to remain 'dropped.'  One of the nurses began to retch at the sight.  The sound snapped Doctor Pulse from her stunned silence and she shoved the green colored stallion aside as he sobbing colt slowly faded before her eyes.  "We need to sterilize the entire area, I want surgical unit one prepped now-"
"I-I think it's in use ri-"
"I don't give a damn!  Un-use it, clean it, prep it!"  Turning to a pair of nurse mares standing nearby, she stomped a hoof in irritation.  "I need a blood transfusion yesterday!  You," one hoof jabbed semi-randomly at one of the pair, "get me as much plasma as you can carry and you," the other nurse jumped slightly as her comrade galloped off towards the freezer unit, "get me an IV set-up on him!"
As the nurses scurried to do their jobs - and the sobbing slowly dying to a dangerous rattle - Doctor Pulse took a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself.
"And somepony get me the fucking Guard."
"Celestia's golden teats."  Guardmare Silent Bloom had seen a great deal of disturbing imagery in her life but the sight of a small colt with an iron 'drop ring' and a completely bandaged penis was still a shocking sight.  The doctor watching the sleeping colt next to her nodded in agreement, though her grimace at the choice of words wasn't lost on the Guardsmare.  "And you said he was just dropped off like this Doctor Pulse?"
"Yes.  A 'Marenenite' dropped him off."  Silent Bloom winced at the name of the religious folk that had once been the dominant religion of 'old New Amsterdame.'  Though persecuted and reviled, a few families of the staunchly faithful had remained after what they termed the 'False Union's Conquest.'  Earth pony purists and fanatics in the eyes of the public.  "His father, we presume, though it's hard enough keeping track of their harems."
"They tend towards monogamy."  Silent's statement gained her a snort from the unicorn doctor though she did not protest the fact.  Silent sighed and wiped her forehead with one wing.  This was already shaping up to be a massive headache for the precinct.  "What the tartarus happened?"  If Bloom's rougher choice of words caused the doctor discomfort, she did not show it.  Rather, the pink unicorn sighed and rubbed her forehead - a sure sign of a magical tension headache.
"His penis was ... carved.  It seems whoever did it removed an eighth to quarter inch strip of skin in a spiral pattern down the entire length of the shaft down to the corpus spongiosum and cavernosum."  At Bloom's blank look, the doctor grimaced.  "The parts that make a stallion hard."
"Fuck."
"Yes, well."  Swift Pulse fought the urge to remark about the impossibility of that.  "We've copied the design for evidence and ... sealed the strip as best we could but there has been a great deal of damage done.  The glans - the head - was 'roughened' with what appears to have been sandpaper."
Silent Bloom could only stare at the sad little form.  No words.  No words.  Doctor Pulse noticed her silence and, motioning with a hoof, drew the Guardsmare's eyes to the crude 'drop ring.'
"They used that thing to force the colt to drop."  A ring of iron with a small chain attachment to adjust the size, drop rings were illegal for a very specific reason.  The barbs facing inward, forcing the male's member to remain extended lest it become damaged from the thorn-like spikes.  Too often, males had lost their genitalia because of extended wear of a drop ring.  "We have a sample of saliva from whoever placed it around him."
"We're going to get the sick bitch that did this to him."
"It was a male that put it on him."
"Herr von Klippe."  Silent Bloom nodded to the distressed Marenenite behind the desk, reaching up and tugging loose her helmet.  As soon as the golden helm left her head, the illusion spell dropped and the white pegasus mare reverted to her natural cream coat and green mane coloration.  The stallion kept his eyes firmly on the table top.  She quirked one eyebrow at him but continued.  "We have some qu-"
"My son, is he well?"  The grey earth pony's interruption was sudden and Silent could see the worry etched in his face.  Despite the magic-signature from the saliva sample matching him perfectly, Silent felt a surge of sadness at the display of paternal instinct.
"He lives."
"... I'll confess."
"Herr von Klippe?"
"My wife left me."  The stallion behind the table leaned forward and put his head in his hooves.  Wet drops soon stained the wooden table top but the stallion's voice remained firm.  "She told me that I was sinful for not allowing her to practice the Old Ways on our first son.  She left me for a stallion in Ponyville - some herd-loving hussy."
Silent bit her lip to keep from speaking.  Her own herd's honor would have to wait.  After a time, a shuddering sigh escaped the broken stallion.
"I thought ... I thought that if I ... if I did the Old Ways.  If I did what she wanted, she would come back to me.  Come back to us."
"... you have the right to remain silent.  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.  You have the right to Counsel.  If you cannot afford Counsel, one will be appointed at the time of your arraignment.  You have the right to legal assistance and the right to a communique with anypony or creature that can be reasonably reached.  Do you understand these rights?"
"Ja."
"... may Celestia have mercy on you."

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      Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 2 (Minalkra)      
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 2 (Minalkra)
Written by Minalkra
"Being a colt sucks.  You can't play sports, you can't go out alone, you have to stay with your sisters or moms.  You have to always be around girls and they don't ever stop talking about you and if you even look at another filly - stop laughing, I meant as a friend!  If you look at another filly, every one of your stupid sisters jumps on her with questions and really mean looks.  And your moms are always going out to work or with friends but you and dad have to stay home and do chores and then dad and moms go upstairs and your sisters watch you and giggle and ... and ... and it sucks!"
It had been three days since the school paper's 'expose' of Rumble's burgeoning stallionhood and life was starting to finally look up for the poor pegasus.  While he was still an awkward mess at school, the fact that he had Stal-Ed meant that he had some of the unmarked fil-no, mares talking to him more.  He even marked one or two of them to show his interest!
He settled into bed, 'marking' his pillow at the memories of how good it felt to rub on a mare now.  Before, it was weird and made him feel like a kid.  Now it felt so right.
"Ooooooh ..."
Rumble's ears perked up as the sound of light moaning coming from his sister's room next door.  While many of the foals shared rooms, it was a given that - once they got to a certain age - they'd get their own room.  Another perk of being older.  Or being a stallion, in his and his brother's cases.
Curious, Rumble tossed his sheets aside and crept out of his bed.  The cloud material of his family's house gave off no noise and Rumble quickly found himself standing in front of the door to his eldest sister's room.  Windwhistler might be hurt or in trouble ... even though that didn't sound like she was in trouble.  With a pounding heart, Rumble nudged open the door to her room ...
"Rumble, go back to bed."  The light from the Ponystation 3 almost blinded his night-sensitive eyes.  Stupid mares and their stupid fighting games.
"Well, keep it down."  His voice cracked and, blushing, he cleared it with a cough.  "I'm trying to sleep.  Didn't mom Cloudkicker tell you not to stay up late playing that stupid thing?"
With a yipe, Rumble darted away from the door as the pillow poofed into water at the impact.  Grumbling under his breath, he made his way back to bed and happy dreams of candy and nice looking mares doing his homework.

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    Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 5 (VelvetHeart)     
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Rumble's Stallion Adventures, Part 5 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Swimming. Rumble couldn't wait; he'd always loved swimming classes, and after spending way too many hours memorizing scents, some fun in the pool with the rest of the class sounded like a great way to relax.
The mares of his class were already splashing around as he slipped out the door leading to the pool's local toilet facilities (hey, when you gotta go...), their laughter and excited shouts a siren's call to his fun-starved mind.
Except on the way there, he found himself gently blocked by a mare in the familiar swimteachers' wear. "Ah, please, we have a special pool just for you. It's heated."
A heated pool? That was even better! Pegasi might not feel the cold as badly as the other tribes did, so most pools tended to be unheated year-round, saving both effort and bits.
It wasn't a tiny pool either, Rumble quickly discovered, feeling like a genuine Very Important Pony as he took the first steps down the submerged stairs into the luxuriously-warm water. He even rated his own, separate lifeguard! Wading in deeper, he felt the pleasant heat sink into his flesh as the water level rose: To his hocks, to his knees, to his thighs, to his belly-
...and then he bumped into the pool's rubberized edge. "Hey! Where's the deep end?!"

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           Stallion Water, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)            
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Stallion Water, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
"So, how did it go?"
"The meeting went great! I kept my cool, and pushed my proposal through with barely a hitch. That stuff you gave me worked wonders - I felt confident, cheerful, and barely thought about stallions at all throughout the meeting."
"Nice, isn't it? I bet none of them even knew you were in the depth of your heat."
"Right! Why aren't you marketing this stuff? You could make a fortune!"
"Well, it's... rather hard and expensive to make. I only gave you a swallow because you looked really stressed out and you obviously needed to be calm for the meeting."
"Right, right. I... I have a date later tonight, with a stallion. He's very nice and I'm hoping... could you give me another swallow? Just, you know, for the date. Just once more. So I can stop thinking about sex during it. I think it'll improve my chances with him a lot, and you know how hard it is to join a stallion's herd. They're really picky."
"Well, I don't know, it costs a lot and-"
"I'll pay you! Don't worry, I understand if it's expensive, I just need..."
"Alright, alright, because we're friends. I'll sell you some, cheap as I can make it..."
"You're out, again?"
"I... I don't know but, I just... keep using it. I know I should keep it for during my heat, and for important events but...
It just gives me this warm, satisfied feeling inside whenever I take it, even when I don't need my heat quenched. I feel like one of those mares in a herd, the really happy ones. I don't even feel the urge to try and join a stallion's herd like the other mares, so I can get so much more work done than my rivals and competitors who are going out on dates and such. So, could you-"
"I don't know, you're using quite a lot."
"Please! I need it! You know I'm earning a lot of money! I'll even pay up front!"
"Alright, alright! Don't worry. I know your business is doing well - in fact, if you give me, say, twenty percent of your profits, I'll make sure you have a regular supply, okay?"
"Yes! YES! Thank you!"
"That's what friends are for, after all - and we're friends now, aren't we?"

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            Charlie Sheen, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)            
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Charlie Sheen, Part 2 (VelvetHeart)
Written by VelvetHeart
Dear Princess Celestia
I have discovered a great many things these past few days. For one, I made a friend of another culture entirely. Hopefully, this will advance my friendship studies in many unforeseen directions.
My new friend has taught me many things; for one, those predictable and dreaded times of estrus can be made a lot more fun with the aid of company, and even more entertaining with the aid of herbs.
My new friend is a kind of herbalist, you see. His knowledge of certain plants seems to exceed even Zecora's, as I found out when we discovered a weed growing in a little garden in Carrot Top's farm. I'm sure Carrot Top is happy we helped clean up her land.
It turns out this weed is a magical plant that brings incredible, vivid fantasies to life around you if you burn them and inhale the smoke. My friend said there are more, even better herbs, but that this 'weed' is a gateway into a fantastic new life filled with incredible experiences.
In order to further explore this, I would kindly ask for an advance on my monthly stipend, or perhaps a research grant. It seems some of the equipment needed for the fantastic new life is rather expensive.
Your faithful student, Twili-
The rest of the scroll seemed to have been torn off in a long, rough, wide strip.