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That dumb game got me thinking about just... chillin' with the Mane 7, playing poker casually, and every now and then getting into steamy situations if every now and then we played strip poker with a few drinks...

The anticipation, the plays, the bad luck streaks, the good luck streaks, man is there like an AI to roleplay playing poker while chatting with the main girls or even some of the mos obscure EG gals?

>>41400388
That sounds like a fun idea. I have no idea how to put AI into this but that antennae girl in picrel is a qt.

Looking forward to more pics from genfren.

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Trying to get a good multi-character prompt going, so I can have multiple girls playing poker

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>>41400603

A nice pair you have there, Twi.

...and a couple of aces as well

>>41400603
>>41400798
>spnati genfren crossover
it's a yes from me

>>41400603
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>>41400996
Man, I didn't expect this at all, but I'll gladly welcome it with open arms

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>>41401005
based

>>41401607
damn that's a nice swimsuit

>>41395158
>You never really notice being asleep.
>Of course, it wouldn’t make sense to be conscious of the fact that you’re lying in bed with your eyes closed for five to ten hours, but the fact that you were sleeping is something that only occurs to you once you wake up.
>But not this time.
>This time, you’re weirdly aware of the fact that you’re sleeping.
>You’re drifting aloft in an endless void, with naught but the sound of blood flowing through your ears to stimulate your senses.
>It’s… peaceful.
>So serene.
>That… encounter you shared with the girls was so overwhelming.
>Sure, it was fun, the most fun you’ve ever had in your life, but it was also very exhausting.
>After all the excitement and tension this sleepover subjected you to, it’s a welcome change of pace to just be alone and do absolutely nothing.
>You inhale, and then exhale.
>The air surrounding you in this peaceful void is so crisp and refreshing, like the morning air on the first day of Spring.
>You could stay here for hours.
>Just floating and breathing and meditating.
>Maybe even take your first steps toward becoming a monk, now that you’ve gotten a lifetime worth of sex out of the way.
>You doubt your girlfriends would appreciate that, though.
>But then, a light appears before you.
>It appears only as a faint dot in the distance at first, but slowly grows to swallow more of the darkness before you.
>The light quickly engulfs you, forcing you to shield your eyes to protect from blindness.
>Except your arms don’t move when you command them to.
>As soon as the light completely surrounds you, it fades away to reveal Rarity’s bedroom.
>The morning sunlight streams in through the window so gently as the scant sounds of chirping from birds that haven’t flown south yet can be heard outside.
>Some of the ambient lighting was left on overnight, but most of the room is filled with natural light.
>At least, from what you can see.
>That being the ceiling.
>You try to arch your neck up to survey the room around you.
>Then it hits you.
>You’re sore.
>Everywhere.
>From your neck down to your toes, your body stings with exhaustion like nothing else you’ve experienced before.
>Merely the thought of just lifting a finger is enough to make you wince.
>And, God, your waist.
>Thousands of needles jammed into your crotch area as if inflicted upon you by an amateur acupuncture masseuse turned CIA torture specialist.
>You can’t even feel your dick.
>You don’t even know if you want to see your dick.
>After everything from last night, you can’t have much of a dick left.
>For the sake of your girlfriends, you really hope you still have a dick.
>...Your girlfriends…
>Plural.
>More than one girlfriend.
>...What happened last night?
>Did you REALLY have sex EIGHT times?
>Or however many times?
>Or was it something in that purple stuff that was practically (and literally) poured down your throat that made you trip balls and hallucinate everything?

>>41401949
>Either way, how did you wake up first?
>You’re not in your sleeping bag, that much you’re sure of.
>To investigate this mystery further, you’re going to have to look around the room.
>All you have to do is look around.
>Just look around.
>You clench your teeth, suck your teeth in, and arduously arch your neck up to survey your surroundings.
>”No, please, no more.” Your body whines at you.
>”Can we please never move again?”
>You can’t give that gift to yourself.
>To love is to suffer, and suffer you will.
>You finally bring your neck up enough to look around Rarity’s bedroom.
>...
>Yes, last night really happened.
>All around you, the girls you shared pleasures of the flesh with are sleeping soundly and clinging to your body.
>All of you, as nude as you were since you left the hot tub.
>Fluttershy’s nestled herself on your chest right next to Rainbow, who’s drooling a little.
>Pinkie is clinging to your left arm and Rarity’s got your right arm in hers.
>Twilight curled herself up on your lap, inadvertently adding some more pressure to your already severely sore body.
>Locating Applejack is a little trickier, but you soon find her.
>She’s lying behind you, and you’ve been using her toned stomach as a pillow all night.
>Now that you’ve discovered this, you become aware of how her gentle breathing subtly pushes her stomach up and down.
>This is really nice.
>While a very strong contrast from the thrills and chills of last night, there’s still plenty of love in the room.
>There’s love in the way they hold you.
>Such trust, such sincerity.
>Like what you briefly pondered on last night before eating the flower, the emotional vulnerability has beauty all of its own.
>Not to mention the boost it’s giving to your ego.
>Six beautiful young women, completely nude and clinging to you is an honor usually reserved for kings and demigods.
>And yet, here you are.
>...Say, where’s Sunset?
>You struggle to get a good look around the room, but you can’t find your first friend at Canterlot anywhere.
>Then a new sensation rises in your loins.
>A far more painful one.
>Your eyes widen as a chill runs down your spine.
>You need to use the restroom.
>Really bad.

>>41401950
>You try to nudge your arm out of Pinkie’s grasp to free yourself, but she grumbles disapprovingly in her sleep and tightens her grip on your arm.
>Now is really not the time for this, Pinkie.
>With each passing moment, the need to piss rises exponentially.
>”Okay, fine, we’ll move for this.” Your body relents to your mind.
>Your mind assumes direct control of your limbs.
>You frantically worm your way out of the embrace of the six girls draped around you and liberate your body from their frighteningly loving embrace.
>The crisis of the moment prevents your legs from giving out beneath you.
>Adrenaline shoots through your body as you leap over the pile of sleeping girls and sprint out the door, snatching your pajama pants off the floor.
>An instant later, you’re in front of the toilet.
>What follows is the longest, most relieving use of the toilet you’ve ever experienced.
>You sigh in relief as you empty your bladder for what feels like an hour.
>All the soda, hard cider, wine, root beer, and purple stuff you drank last night has now completed its journey through your digestive system.
>But once you’re finished with that business, you slowly put your pajama pants back on as the severe exhaustion and aching returns to your mortal form.
>Life can be so painful.
>Maybe you need to wake up a bit more.
>You move over to the sink, first to thoroughly wash your hands, then to rub some nice, cool water on your face.
>It helps a little.
>It was so warm and stuffy in Rarity’s bedroom all night, you were sweating without even knowing it.
>You don’t feel fully rejuvenated, but the tap water definitely helps.
>But when you see your reflection in the mirror, you almost leap back in surprise.
>To your barely-awake eyes, you don’t recognize the person in the mirror.
>When given time to adjust, you recognize yourself in the mirror, but you’re absolutely covered in keepsakes from last night.
>Lipstick stains of varying colors are dotted across your body from your cheeks down to your pelvic region.
>Hickeys are spread all across your neck and lower.
>Your back is absolutely ruined by fingernail scratches in all angles.
>There’s even a few bite marks on your shoulders.
>Damn, these girls really know how to play rough.
>You’re marked up like a human whiteboard.
>Each stain on your skin is a symbol of how much each of your seven girlfriends like you.
>You’re really gonna need to make yourself decent before you get home.
>If mom and dad see you walk through the door like this, you’d be subjected to the most awkward conversation of your life.
>A warm shower would help wake you up and ease your soreness, surely.
>Before you can disrobe once more and step into the shower, your stomach grumbles surprisingly loudly.
>Right, you’re really hungry.
>You had to have burned at least three hundred calories last night.
>You better get something to eat.

>>41401953
>Rarity’s gotta have something to snack in her kitchen, like apples or yogurt or something.
>You’ll have a quick bite and then take a quick shower.
>Walking past Rarity’s bedroom on your way to the stairs, you peek inside to see if your frantic exit woke any of the girls up.
>...Nope, they’re still sleeping soundly.
>All in a disheveled pile, some snoring louder than others.
>They’re still naked.
>Man, you like looking at them.
>You’re not being a pervy, they’ve made it perfectly clear they don’t mind you eyeing them up.
>You spend a moment silently admiring the collection of female bodies.
>...Yeah, your dick still works.
>Just a twinge, but it’s the faint heartbeat of someone in a coma, providing just enough signals of life to give you hope of recovery.
>Your eyes are drawn elsewhere to Rarity’s bedroom.
>An awkward feeling rises to the surface of your thought as you’re reminded that last night was pitched to you as just a sleepover with friends to celebrate the end of the fall semester.
>Looking around the room, you see all sorts of things from your time spent doing sleepover stuff.
>The TV with the DVD copy of The Princess Bride sitting in front of it.
>The makeshift karaoke stage with Pinkie’s improvised DJ setup.
>The table holding the pizza boxes and soda bottles.
>A couple bottles of hard cider on the carpet.
>Rarity’s bed being propped up with a few books where you broke the leg off last night.
>All in all, one Hell of a sleepover.
>But looking across this domain brings certain thoughts back to your mind.
>Destiny.
>Something you’ve never felt anything like before.
>You’ve never really believed in anything like destiny before, you always liked the idea of being the master of your own fate.
>And yet, you felt such a powerful conviction that having sex with these seven young women was your destiny.
>Like the clouds parted above you and bathed you in the light of the heavens.
>...You need something to eat.
>Respecting the girls’ privacy, you silently shut the bedroom door before descending down the stairs to the living room.
>Each step down puts you at greater and greater risk of your footing failing you and sending you falling down the remainder of the stairs, but somehow you manage.
>The rest of the house is silent, almost eerily so.
>You take a look out the massive windows in the front of the building.
>Near-blinding white snow blankets the town.
>Eyeballing the coverage, you’d say there’s about five or six inches of snow on the ground and rooftops.
>It must be late in the morning, the roads and sidewalks have already been plowed.
>There isn’t any foot or street traffic to observe your post-coital form, though.
>The sky is colored similarly, entirely covered by an endless sheet of gray clouds.
>Judging by the way the snow piles sit peacefully, there isn’t too much of a winter breeze outside.
>”Morning, stallion~”
>Sunset’s voice behind you delivers the second shock of the morning.

>>41401955
>You turn around to find her sitting back in the dining room with her boots up on the table, glass of milk in hand.
>Barely clothed, too.
>Wearing just a pair of panties and her signature leather jacket.
>She takes in the sign of your love-tapped body with a look of satisfaction, or maybe pride on her face.
>”How’re you feeling?” She asks you.
>You release a prolonged sigh and rub your eyes through the soreness in your arms and stomach.
“...I feel like I’m dead.”
>Sunset wryly laughs at your answer.
>”You’re walking taller this morning!” She remarks.
>You wince a bit at the severe soreness in your crotch area.
“It’s a miracle I’m walking at all.”
>Sunset smirks and invites you to sit down across from her at the table.
>You’ve been standing for too long, your legs are complaining again.
>You shamble over and almost collapse into the chair across from Sunset’s,
>Your ass is about the only part of you below the waist that isn’t sore.
>Thank the lord almighty.
>But here you are, alone with Sunset.
>Time for some answers.
“So… last night really happened?” You ask her, seeking a second opinion.
>”Sure did!” Sunset cheerfully confirms.
>You heavily exhale.
>Last night really did happen.
>You had more sex in three hours than any other man in history.
>You, Anonymous.
>Ordinary high school student.
>The new kid at school.
>...The new kid at school…
>Your eyes turn back to Sunset.
>Your questions begin to revolve around a single idea.
>The flower, the purple stuff, getting to know the girls, everything.
>Everything ties back to Sunset.
>Your lips part slightly, preparing to ask her the one big question.
>Sunset’s grin grows a little wider as anticipation builds.
“...You were behind everything.” You accuse her with a soft but strong voice.
>She giggles.
>”What, the sleepover? I thought that was made perfectly clear!” She reacts with fake ignorance.
“You know what I mean. Everything that’s happened to me, ever since we first met, was all your doing. Everything.” You reaffirm.
>Sunset chuckles.
>The chuckle grows into a soft laugh.
>The soft laugh grows into an open, triumphant laugh.
>She laughs like the most elaborate joke in the history of Canterlot finally reached its punchline after months of setup.
>”Oh, Anon, still the boy detective at heart.” She compliments you, wiping a joyful tear from her eye.
“You really were behind everything?”
>”Absolutely everything! Ever since we met on your first day at school!”
>...
>You’re not sure how to process this.
>Sunset, all along, was some kind of puppet master.
>A chessmaster, or something.
>With this answer come even more questions.
>But all of those could be boiled down to two words: “How?” and “Why?”
>Sunset looks giddy to speak more, so you don’t keep her waiting.
“...Why?”

I'll post the rest of what I've written tomorrow evening

>>41400996
Sunset looks especially good in this setting. Her hair really does fit the color scheme.

>>41401966
Neat. Great update so far CB.

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You ready, Grey?

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>>41402354
I'm working on it. Trying to finish more BWB before Tuesday's over too, and today had little writing time for it, so not tonight but either tomorrow or Wednesday.
>>41401959
>You had more sex in three hours than any other man in history.
Magical flowers and stimulants are gonna create a revolution in stamina and endurance. (but for sex only)

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>>41400367
Any Vignette greens/stories?

>>41401966
Nice! Still gonna say I called being surrounded and needing to pee, but I will concede my timing was off.
Very much looking forward to the unpressured Q&A with Sunset with hopefully some setup for part 2.
Only pushy request I have is how public will they be about Anon dating the HuMane 7? (Very specifically, will the Crusaders know?)
I'm still liking the idea of doing a non-erotic one-off of the Crusaders grilling the new boyfriend in the manner that family and friends often do. Of the 3 I'm figuring Apple Bloom will be the most supportive of Anon as she's shared the dinner table with him about a dozen times already. Scootaloo I want to add some detail on and say Anon has been a "cheering buddy" with her at RD's soccer games. She hasn't spent much time with him apart from that, but she knows Anon is good at supporting and teamwork at least. That leaves Sweetie Belle as the Crusader that's spent the least time with Anon and the most prone to skepticism. Not intending to add much more to what you've already set up.

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What’s she listening to?

>>41403006
mio honda theme

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>>41403006
Left ear: Bible in mandarin Chinese (2x speed)
Right ear: Meditation by Marcus Aurelius

>>41403006
Tomboy gf gone wild audios to know what to say

Anchor for the anon coloring the bottomless humanized Fluttershy.
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https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2019/3/23/1992885.png
(NSFW, obviously)

Requesting that this sketch of bottomless humanized Fluttershy is colored. Be sure to expose her genitals.

Reference for color and painting style (also NSFW):
https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2013/6/1/338611.jpg

And this is how the original artist would draw female genitals in the similar pose and from the similar angle. (WARNING: NSFW, anthro and hyper)
https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2019/2/3/1952001.png
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Or, if you want to finish it yourself, here is the incomplete painting (it too is NSFW):
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Got the idea to try to do a set of the main girls as different RPG classes

Why must you Humanize the Ponies and draw us non ponyfags to the board. Curse you, *unzips*.

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>>41404152
I am as much of a slave as you, my actions are decided by far greater will (muh dick)

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Well this was unexpected

>>41404136
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>>41404262
Oh yes, yes indeed.

which slop generator do y'all use..?

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Draw something better than an AI you consider to be 'slop' and we'll tell you, >>41404470

>>41404519
PRAISE AI! okay now tell me

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>>41404521
Just ask the prompter of this example of pure Sex: >>41400841
Rarity's my all time fave. She's extremely fuckable.

>>41404470
he said it last thread iirc

>>41401959
>She brings her feet down from the table and scooches in closer to you.
>”I was hanging out with the girls at Sugarcube Corner on the last day of summer vacation. The topic of dating came up, I don’t exactly remember how, but the seven of us came to the consensus that while it would be nice to have a boyfriend, we’re busy enough with our lives as is and we don’t want a boyfriend to hurt our friendship.”
>Sunset leans closer to you.
>”And that’s when I saw you on the other side of the street.”
>You gulp.
>So she did see you that day.
>Sunset gets up from her chair and struts over to you.
>”Poor little Anonymous, all alone in big, scary Canterlot. Caught in a web of cliques and social circles, when all he wants is a friend~”
>Sunset traces a finger across your shoulder to under your chin.
>You recoil a bit due to the persistent soreness.
>”I had a bit of an idea when I saw you, but when I stopped you in the hallway to get to know you better, I knew I had to pursue this idea.”
“What plan? What are you talking about?” You ask her, anxious for some answers.
>”My plan to turn you into the perfect boyfriend for all seven of us!”
“THAT was your plan?”
>”It sure was!”
“But you said they didn’t want boyfriends!”
>”That’s what they SAID, but I knew deep down they wanted a guy to hold them close and kiss them and stuff! It was practically written all over their faces!”
>So many questions, so few answers.
>You can’t get over how Sunset’s talking about this like it’s ordinary or understandable.
“But… but what made ME perfect boyfriend material? And how’d you figure that out after just one day with me?”
>Sunset pauses for a moment, teasing your cheek with her gentle touch.
>”Rarity said it herself last night; there’s a fire within you that I find irresistible~”
>You’re about to ask what she means by that, but she keeps going.
>”Actually, that was a common sentiment we shared: you’re nice and fun to be around, but there’s this… energy, or passion within you just waiting to blossom into something beautiful!”
>”We all interpreted it differently, of course. Pinkie might’ve seen you as Superman and Twilight might’ve seen you as a werewolf, but you know what I saw in you on that first day?”
>Sunset leans closer to you.
>”I saw Arthur Pendragon before he pulled the sword from the stone~”
>You find it within yourself to stand up and more directly confront her about this stuff.
“What does that mean?” You ask her, suppressing a groan.
>”Inside you is the soul of a king, Anon. The soul of a man who wields the power and passion to rule an empire expanding beyond the horizon.”
>Sunset excitedly takes your hands in hers.

>>41404909
“You got all that from me on my first day?” You ask her, unconvinced.
>”I’m good at reading people!” Sunset insists.
“What about Flash Sentry? I thought he was the big man on campus.”
>”Pfft, Flash’s too straight-edge to be a king. He doesn’t have the fire inside him that you do!”
>You think you understand what she’s getting at.
>You haven’t talked to Flash a ton, but he always seemed like a pretty cool guy.
>He might have the air of a youth pastor about him, but that’s head and shoulders above the male classmates of your old school.
>”Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it last night.” Sunset prods you, subtly stroking the back of your hands with her fingers.
>”Didn’t it feel great to have the seven hottest girls at school completely naked, on their hands and knees, eating out of the palm of your hand~?”
>You hesitate.
>Admitting so would be horrible.
>The feminist inside you is screaming that that’s objectifying and sexist and all sorts of other awful stuff.
>But there’s another part of you, screaming even louder.
>A force you can now recognize.
>The voice of a king.
>With a faint chill running down your spine, you nod.
“...Yeah, it did.”
>”And remember, we only did that because that’s what YOU wanted!” Sunset cheekily reminds you.
>...Maybe she’s right.
>No, not maybe.
>She is right.
>You could’ve just gone to bed after everything that happened last night, but you decided not to.
>You decided to extend the night.
>You decided to throw yourself into the maelstrom of lust and physicality.
>The signs were always there, you just never knew how to read them without an interpreter like Sunset.
>This part of you has always existed.
>Looking back on your life, no matter who or where you were, you always wanted to be king.
>To stand on a podium or sit on a throne overlooking an endless sea of people, gazing upon you in respect and awe.
>To wield the Mandate of Heaven, to conquer anything and anyone who opposes you.
>To be truly powerful.
>”Just imagine, walking through the front doors on the first day of the Spring semester…”
>Sunset takes a step back and throws her arms out in a grand gesture.
>”The Magnificent Anonymous! Playboy rockstar king of Canterlot High School! Admired by men and desired by women, he’s strong as he is kind and as powerful as he is loving! He can even breathe fire and throw lightning!”
>You feel your chest swell a bit.
>The soreness starts to go down, too.
>King Anonymous.
>You could get used to that.
>Sunset approaches you and rests her hands on your shoulders.
>”And what’s a king without his harem~?”
>Harem?
>That’s not what you were sold on.
>You doubt that’s how the other girls would describe this whole arrangement, either.

>>41404914
“I don’t think the girls would appreciate being called harem girls.” You dryly remark.
>”Never say never, Anon! Six months ago, you wouldn’t have thought we would be so into you that we’d agree to share you!” Sunset cheekily counters you.
“Right, that. How’d you manage to swing that, anyway?” You finally ask her.
>Sunset chuckles a bit.
>”It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that. It could’ve gone wrong in a million different ways. Honestly, this semester turning out the way it did is nothing less than a miracle.”
>She sits down on the chair beside you.
>”First I had to get the girls to be friends with you. I knew Pinkie would be the easiest, she’s friends with pretty much everyone at school. Twilight was also pretty simple to arrange for you, I knew she’d be able to connect to you being the awkward new kid. Applejack worked out surprisingly well once I realized you could tutor her in physics. You were also enrolled in art class, so I knew your sensitive side could get through to Rarity.”
>”Rainbow and Fluttershy were trickier to get into place, but not impossible. I knew you had gym class with Rainbow, but she could be a bit… difficult.” She chuckled.
>”But look at you, you dug your heels into the dirt and made her realize what a jerk she’d been to you!” Sunset congratulates you.
>This is starting to feel kind of weird.
>”Fluttershy, though, she really had to warm up to you. Poor thing heard all those rumors about you. Honestly, getting beat up in front of her was the best thing you could’ve done to get her to like you.”
>This isn’t sounding very ethical.
>Sounds more like manipulation to you.
>The kingly pride you were feeling just moments ago deflates.
>...Is it possible that the girls only like you because Sunset somehow tricked them into liking you?”
>You sit up straighter in your chair.
“So… The only reason they like me is because you pushed them to like me?”
>Sunset laughs at your question.
>”Give yourself some credit, Anon! Think of all the time you spent with them without me! All that time with Applejack at the farm, or Fluttershy at the animal shelter, or Rarity in art class! I’m not a puppet master, I’m a matchmaker! All I did was nudge the girls in your direction and watched them turn around and lift their tails for you!”
>You think about that for a moment.
>It is true that you spent a lot of time with the girls one-on-one.
>If Sunset hyped you up as the perfect boyfriend to all six of the girls, you could’ve very easily proved her wrong.
>It’s not like she was controlling their minds.
>Besides, you’re past doubting if they really like spending time with you.
>Last night happened because of you, with some help from Sunset.

>>41404918
>”Really, you surprised me. That hero stuff with Rarity’s skirt and standing up for Fluttershy put you ahead of schedule. What was it you said about Applejack’s final yesterday?” Sunset grins at you.
>You honestly struggle a little to remember.
>Yesterday’s been so eventful.
>”She was always capable of passing that test, you just helped her realize it.” Sunset answers for you.
“Okay, point taken, but what about all of them developing crushes on me?”
>Sunset sits back in her chair.
>”That required a more subtle touch. The girls all have different tastes, so emphasizing each of your traits to them was a very delicate matter. An idle comment here, a glib remark there, each delivered with careful precision.”
>Sunset’s sounding awfully sinister about all this.
>”You think I just happened to suggest to Rarity and Twilight that you’re secretly a werewolf? Mm-mm, I know what makes them tick.” She rhetorically asks you.
>”Applejack loves a reliable guy who knows how to work hard and play hard, Pinkie wants someone fun-loving who can keep up with her, Fluttershy is a sucker for a sensitive sweetheart, and Rainbow, though she’ll never admit it, wants someone she can hang around with and then hold close at night.”
“And this ISN’T mind control?”
>”Of course not! You just kept on being your handsome, charming self, you opened up with Pinkie’s help, you started dressing better thanks to Rarity, and you improved your physique while working with Rainbow and Applejack, all I did was highlight what a catch you are!”
“I dunno, you gave me that “magic” flower last night…”
>”Anon, I’m not capable of mind control.” Sunset promises you.
>You sigh.
>You’re too exhausted to argue this further, and Sunset, despite everything she does around you, does care about her friends.
“Fine, I believe you. This ‘master plan’ of yours have any more moving parts to it?”
>”Just one more! The most dangerous part: making sure none of them acted on their feelings for you. Although, in retrospect, it wasn’t THAT dangerous. Any of them would’ve felt horrible if they ‘stole’ you from everyone else.”
“Which got them all lined up for you to roll the ball down the lane and score a strike?”
>Sunset giggles in that notably sinister way again.
>”Did you know I didn’t even have to be the one to suggest the idea of sharing you?” She asks you.
“...No, I didn’t.” You answer, genuinely surprised.
>Sunset nods pridefully.
>”Pinkie pitched it!”
>That makes a lot of sense.
>”I swooped in, buttered them up on the idea of sharing you, organized the sleepover, and to ensure everything went down as I envisioned it, I added a dash of guilt by reminding them I was the only one to try being the new boy’s friend on his first day.”
>Geez, this girl.
>Machiavellian.
“And the rest is history?”
>”The rest is the future! So begins the reign of King Anonymous!” Sunset proclaims.

>>41404922
>So it does, indeed.
>Aren’t you lucky to have such a loving and supportive girlfriend?
>Eerily supportive…
>Like it’s too good to be true.
>You’re gonna look this gift horse in the mouth.
“One last thing’s bugging me: what is it that YOU get out of this? Setting me up with six of your friends is weirdly generous of you.”
>”Would you believe me if I said ‘the satisfaction of a job well done’?” Sunset chuckles.
“...Not really.” You’d admit.
“Come to think of it, you’ve talked a whole lot about the other girls, you made them tell me what they liked about me last night, but I noticed we haven’t talked about you much.” You notice, leaning in closer to her.
>Sunset sits back with a faint smirk.
>”...Ever since I was a foal, I’ve always wanted to be a queen.”
>A foal?
>Like a baby horse?
>”As such, I’ve always been attracted to powerful stallions like you~”
>”Those little peeks at the king within you excited me so much, and last night was even more thrilling. Seeing you rock that himbo outfit, sing your heart out, toss aside your swimsuit, and fuck me senseless had me feeling the heat~”
>Sunset looms over you with a lusty smile as she lowers her voice.
>”But watching you fuck all six of my closest friends at the same time was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen~”
>That explains why she took a masturbation break last night.
>You’re no stranger to those.
“So that’s your fantasy? Watching me fuck your friends?”
>Sunset laughs a little at your question.
>”My fantasy is to be crowned Prom Queen as you’re crowned Prom King. We’d share a romantic, passionate kiss before the whole school to rapturous applause…”
>She leans in even closer.
>”...And then you’d go home fuck my friends~”
>You reflexively roll your eyes.
“And they’re all in cheerleader outfits, right?” You sarcastically comment.
>Sunset’s eyes light up.
>”Now THAT’S an idea, King Anonymous!” She eagerly agrees.
>”Just think what everyone at school’s gonna think on our first day back!”
>You jolt upright.
“Wait, wait, wait, we’re just gonna tell people I’m dating seven girls at once?” You ask, feeling a hint of dread within you.
>”Well, we’re gonna have to! We wouldn’t want any rumors to spread about you or the girls!” Sunset insists.
>She may have a point.
>You can hear the hushed conversations already.
>”Did you hear Anon’s cheating on Fluttershy with Rarity?”
>”I thought he was cheating on Twilight with Sunset.”
>”Wait, he’s NOT dating Pinkie?”
>...Maybe making this news known is for the best.
“I assume you talked about that with the girls, too?” You ask Sunset.
>”Sure did! It might’ve taken them a bit to get comfortable with the idea, but I won them over!”
“Yeah, I bet.”
>”You know, back where I’m from, arrangements like this used to be commonplace.” Sunset notes.

>>41404925
>You raise an eyebrow at her.
“Really? One guy with multiple girlfriends was common where you were from?” You ask her incredulously.
>”Mm-hm! There were a lot more girls than guys, so it used to be commonplace for guys to be married to multiple girls! Or, have their own ‘herds’.” Sunset answered you.
“They really called them ‘herds’?”
>”Some did! But that was a long time ago, monogamy really caught on in recent years.”
>She must be from Denmark or something.
>”Anyway, once news of your love life hits, you’re gonna have to avoid sleeping with the other girls at school.”
>You scoff at that rule.
“Sunset, if I’m gonna be dating seven girls at once, I don’t think I’ll even have time to cheat on them.” You reply.
>”Anon, do you know why they say it’s easier to pick up women at a bar if you’re wearing a wedding ring?” Sunset asks you.
>What a weird question.
>You’ve heard that before, but never really understood it.
“...No?”
>”Women like the security that comes with a wedding ring. They see a man wearing a wedding ring and they see a man worth marrying, you know?”
>You slowly nod.
“...Yeah, I get it.”
>”The girls at school are gonna see you with seven girls who found you so irresistible that they agreed to share you, and they won’t be able to keep their hands off you!”
“Yeah, but what about the GUYS at school? They’re all gonna hate me.”
>Sunset rolls her eyes and makes a dismissive sound.
>”They’ll come around. It’ll dawn on them that they can’t compete with you and your own Mares of Diomedes.”
>Sunset sure likes her horse metaphors.
>If only you had her confidence about this whole thing.
>Whatever happens this upcoming semester, it’s gonna be a real adventure.
“Wait a minute…” You start to piece things together.
“...All of this, everything that happened this past semester and last night is a scheme so you can be voted Prom Queen.” You accuse her.
>Sunset chuckles mirthfully at your accusation.
>”I won’t lie, that’s definitely a benefit for me. But I’m not being selfish! My dear friends get the boyfriend of their dreams, you get to date the seven hottest girls at school AND be elevated to the king of Canterlot High, everyone wins!”
>Sunset gets up from her chair and pulls you to your feet.
>You groan in pain at the sharp soreness that’s remained dormant since you sat down, but your footing remains steady as she guides you over to the kitchen window.
>Rarity has a great view of town from here.
>The hills of Canterlot roll into the horizon, dotted with cute little houses and shops.

>>41404929
>Nestled in between a few rows of houses is Canterlot High School.
>So magnificent, especially when coated in angelic snow.
>The morning sun breaks through the gray clouds, blessing the land below with the divine array of colors of the heavens.
>Orange to light blue to purple.
>There’s a very regal shine upon the roof of Canterlot High School.
>The shining castle in the center of this fine town.
>...Your castle.
>Your domain.
>Your kingdom.
>The soreness in your body dissipates.
>The space it took up is quickly occupied by a new force.
>Divine right.
>You deserve the throne.
>You’ve survived Bullworth Academy, you’ve become a better version of yourself, you’re a better man than any other guy at school.
>You’ve got seven girls who would attest to that.
>Sunset takes your hand in hers.
>”Come Summer break, this whole town will be ours~”
>King Anonymous and Queen Sunset Shimmer.
>You could get used to that.
>Sunset releases your hand and makes her way back towards the stairs.
>”Well, I’m gonna go shower before a line forms outside the bathroom.”
>She turns and bats her eyes at you.
>”But I could use some company~”
>Your dick stings again.
>Not today, old friend.
“...Rain check?” You ask her.
>She giggles.
>”I’ll hold you to it.” She says before traipsing back up the stairs, leaving you standing alone in Rarity’s kitchen.
>Man.
>You just turned down sex with a hot girl.
>You’re all doing all sorts of things for the first time.
>Sunset’s head ducks down from the top of the staircase to address you one last time.
>”Feel free to help yourself to breakfast, by the way. Rarity stocked up the fridge for everyone earlier this week.” She informs you before disappearing back upstairs.
>...You really need to get something to eat.

Gonna be honest, if I ever get back to Life Flutters By, it'll be by restarting the story on FIMfiction. I feel like the lead-in to Anon and Fluttershy dating was rushed and there are a few things I'd add to that section to flesh it out more.
But if I do that, it'll be after a couple other writing projects I've got lined up. First I want to keep going with Mating Season after this, and I've been having some fun tossing around ideas for a Back to the Future/The Terminator type story where Anon goes back to the 80's and gets with high schooler Celestia while she's in her goth phase.
We'll see what happens.
>>41402328
Thank you!
>>41402587
Japan's birthrates will thank Anon and Sunset for their contributions to society in due time
>>41402852
You won't have to wait too long to see how the crusaders react to the news

>>41404958
If it's like Terminator I have a suggestion.
>In the present Celestia has been outed by a bad principal (like Chrysalis)
>Anon ends up going back in time with the goal of protecting Celestia and insuring she moves towards the path of being a good principal
>While someone who'd oppose Anon's efforts also goes back in time to try to ensure the timeline where Chrysalis takes over remains intact

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>>41405106
>If it's like Terminator
For a second, I thought your story idea would be another "sexually vulnerable Anon is hunted by a horny woman" type of story, but more like with a magic Terminator.

>>41405125
In my idea Anon is more the stand in for the Terminator since he's the one going back in time. Though that definitely doesn't mean the villainess couldn't try to seduce him away from Celestia, or that it couldn't be Umbra instead of Chrysalis.
Also Umbra green when?

>>41405125
Queen Umbra being another demigod, doggedly hunting Anon down for much-needed sex, but projecting a more "scaroused" vibe into him that makes him run for his life with a raging stiffie in the way compared to Cadance and Chrysalis sounds like a hell of a Halloween smut story. I hope Grey writes the idea down.

>>41405140
I also like the idea of Umbra being a very angry (and sexually frustrated) evil queen who goes up against our hero who's upper and lower head are in conflict on if he should be scared or aroused.

>>41405140
Anon is stuck an in enclosed area surrounded by a strange fog, where Umbra will inevitably find and sexually claim him. Wherever Anon tries to hide, his fear stiffie is so prominent that he desperately tries to masturbate to get it down so his thoughts are clearer, which just gives Umbra more of an opportunity to catch him.

>>41405144
Sadly, the "hero" is just a hapless guy who the Queen chose as an outlet for her sexual frustrations.

>>41405157
The pic here >>41405125 definitely has a vibe for me where she's like, 'I'm so angry with everything but also so horny!'.

>>41405157
>Compared to Cadance and Chrysalis, Umbra's more aggressive tactic to get laid involves using her dark magic to relentlessly shoving intense sexual imagery into Anon's head in order to gradually force him to submit to her carnal demands.
>Umbra constantly triggering Anon's active fight-or-flight response also fuels his turgid erection, reducing his ability to think clearly.
>Even Chrysalis is wary of Umbra, knowing how aggressive, forceful and selfish she is in getting what she wants.

>>41405177
>'I'm so angry with everything but also so horny!'
That's sexual frustration for you. Being sealed away for who knows how long (or whatever else inconvenienced her from getting laid for so long) will do that to you.

>>41405187
I doubt she'd use her magic at all to influence him. She'd just fuck him. Straight up physically forced the issue.

>>41405193
>I doubt she'd use her magic at all to influence him.
No, she'd play a cat-and-mouse game with Anon first. Both to break him down mentally, and for her own perverse amusement.

>>41405137
>stand in for the Terminator
Wouldn't Anon be the Kyle Reese of the story? The Terminator is who or whatever Chrysalis sends back in time.

Also an idea I'd had before that could definitely work with Umbra.
>Humanized Equestria
>Prince Anon is involved with preparing for the defense against Umbra's invasion
>He gets carried by Umbra who doesn't initially think about seducing him, but definitely wants him after noticing his arousal
>She sexually dominates him in her bedroom and makes him declare devotion to her
>Satisfying her needs with him and focusing on him actually distracts her away from her invasion
>Noe satisfied with having Anon to herself her invasion doesn't even happen anymore
>Anon unwittingly saved everyone by becoming her sexual outlet

>>41405207
I remembered there being the good Terminator(Arnold) and a bad one. Here with Anon being the good Terminator in the past to effect change for the better against the bad time traveler.

>>41405219
*She captures him
*Now satisfied with having Anon
Like a PSA not to phone post while at work
>Too rushed and hardly any time to proofread

>>41405223
That's the second movie, the first one sent Kyle Reese to protect Sarah Connor and ultimately gets to "know" her so John Connor can be born.
I don't blame you for not remembering, or not even knowing, the first; the second is considered the best of the franchise.

>>41404958
Thank you for that spoiled bit! I'll hold off then. :)

>>41404470
Prompt is here, and I personally use Pony diffusion V6 XL autism mix with Forge WebUI
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>>41404958
Now that I've had time to re-read and reflect, there's quite a bit to unpack here! And while I've learned my attempts to start up a general chatter around the story won't work, I haven't learned how to stop.
Sunset is just making open Equestrian references! The honesty is certainly good. And I'm thinking a field trip will happen within the span of winter break because anything that goes wrong is less likely to affect their school life. Start taking side bets on the form Anon will get! Will Anon be an earth pony? Unicorn? Pegasus? Or that OTHER one? Thinking the cutie mark won't be question mark shaped either.
Also, Sunset wants to win an ELECTED position after pic related happened the last time she tried? Sounds.. challenging.
An Equestrian trip would involve Princess Twilight. A mare that looks JUST like one of Anon's girlfriends. I'm sure that there's no reason for concern. Probably won't run into the other Equestrian duplicates of his girlfriends either. Might be fun if he gets lost and runs into Big Mac for help as a for instance ("Hi! Are you.. Big Mac?__ Oh thank heavens! My name is Anonymous and this will sound strange, but through some otherworldly magic you don't know me but I know the version of you from where I'm from. And thanks to that I know I can trust you and I need your help please.")

>>41405157
>Wherever Anon tries to hide, his fear stiffie is so prominent that he desperately tries to masturbate to get it down so his thoughts are clearer, which just gives Umbra more of an opportunity to catch him.
Even if Anon successfully manages to spurt a load, the fear stiffie simply comes back after a short time, and now Umbra knows where he was by the cum spill he left behind.

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I love adult Marble Pie

>>41406234
>tfw still no nude version
>>41406405
good stuff

>>41406230
Who

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it's not a phase mom

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Hopefully it's not a just phase

>>41406914
Only resistance to it is just a phase

>>41407156
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>>41407226
Forgot to upscale these, I'm seething

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"Do you girls really think there is a cutie mark for being a goth?"

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>>41406914
>>41407156
>>41407173
>>41407195
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>>41407434
Works with the thick eyelashes look TOO perfectly.
You're definitely on to something now.

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>>41407434
I'd prefer adult CMCs

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>>41407533
This might be the last post today, but I'll some adult CMC tomorrow
Might play around with this scorpDK lora as well

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>>41407541
>based on Scorpdk's style
Oh, I like that notion. That artist has a thing for adult Diamond Tiara especially her being slutty

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>>41407774

More Bridal Sunset:

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>>41402587
>either tomorrow or Wednesday
Ready yet, Grey? (Unless you meant tomorrow or Thursday, its fine)

>>41407813
I was originally going to post the whole thing tomorrow (Thursday), but here's what I typed so far just now.
>>41397999
>The corner of your eyes picked up on that green glow.
>That was all you needed to see.
>Feels like your situation has betrayed you, your own trust for the situation has betrayed you.
>Feels like your escape meant nothing after everything that transpired.
>And this feeling twists your body around on the bed for you at first until you obey your growing sense of betrayal and willingly try to squirm free.
>But only long after it's too late to even sit back up.
>Apple Dumpling's bodyweight already limits how much squirming you're able to do.
>Her humping that makes the bed springs groan under you is like a shutting cage door that slams harder and harder with you inside.
>And your chains that used to be your shirt restrain your wrists to the bedpost.
>And the heat in the guest bedroom builds up as Apple Dumpling's skin begins to glisten as her breathing grows as heavy as her soft giant breasts bouncing before your eyes.
>Your eyes try to spot something to grab onto like a life raft to save you from this ocean of arousal.
>Until Apple Dumpling's bare nipples trap your gaze with their movement, huge areolae begging you to sit up and suck on them had you been able to.
>All these up-and-down motions do wonders in moving Apple Dumpling's huge masses of soft flesh along with her heating body.
>Her exhaustion is put off until her arousal is finished singing the song serenading her heart and libido.
>She's on a mission to drain you of the brunt of your load, kicking in the door to your soon-to-be state of fatigue that rivals that of a squeezed-empty toothpaste tube.
>Her eyes are focused on her prey below her, maniacally glaring down upon you with the bedroom light shining off of her hair that flows outward every time she slams her soft curvy body unto you.
>There's not a lot your legs can do in this position, since you're not really able to flip yourself over to bend your knees better until this leglock releases you.
>You know what needs to happen until that becomes a possibility.
>Aunt Orange and Apple Leaves lean each of their bodyweight onto each of your arms, simultaneously admiring and overpowering your firm muscles that flex and tense with failed attempt after failed attempt to break free from everyone's shared lust.
>Apple Dumpling pushes her bare bosom together the best her arms can capture their absolute volume, making their bounces move more in sync with one another with soft slaps that tell you when they land on her body.
>Her smile groans down at you, impatiently urging you to let go and release into her already, to fill her with the filling she wants in return.
>And her grip around your solid shaft is nothing short of convincing.

>>41408052
>Another glance out the window for that green glow shows its absence.
>Only telling you that a certain someone is confident enough that you're so unable to escape this situation that she can just leave without needing to exert any further control or influence upon you or these three Apple Women.
>You're stuck this way, under no more surveillance that you didn't know was there until it was no longer needed.
>Apple Dumpling's hot breaths are the loudest in the room as your fully devoured manmeat tries its best to hold itself together inside of her womanhood.
>And it tries and tries to prevent what is naturally supposed to happen if these thrusting motions keep going the way they are.
>Apple Dumpling has a smooth pair of legs that are stronger than they initially felt until they showed your waist what they're able to do.
>Her hair becomes increasingly disheveled as her humping brings more and more of your horny nature out of you after you failed to keep it in for an escape.
>A multi-layered chord is chimed within you and your body heats up with hers, there is no choice.
>What blossoms within this apple now blossoms within you as well.
>Her eyes pitch a pair of hearts that gaze into whatever's goin on in your eyes you know must not be too far off from what's going on in hers.
>Is she still trying to make an apple pie in her mind?
>Is this part of the process as far as she's concerned?
>Making her huge pies shake with every bounce that works your baby batter out into her oven.
>Her shuddering shows how hard she's straining to keep you in place and under her, desperate to keep this moment just the way she needs it until the ingredient that is your filling rushes out into her womb.
>Your own shuddering cannot compete, not until it's only in response to the mutual warmth she's making you feel with her that powers each hearty plap.
>It's getting closer and closer to the point where they won't need to keep you restrained anymore.
>It's getting to the point where you're going to have an entirely different brain in your head that can't think of any of the intricate nonsense that bewildered you in the past.
>A brain that only knows one thing... how to accept the primal efforts of your mistresses and how to generously and vigorously blow your white hot loads deep into where they want it to go.
>The two of you bounce on the bed with your wet heat making the sheets carry the scent of raw sex as the bottom of the bedposts drag across the floor.

>>41408057
>Your own breathing matches hers, only after your motions do so to her mindless command of it.
>Flex your muscles for a different reason now, or at least for a partially different reason.
>Maybe to buck your hips up into her wild advances slamming you and pinning you against the bed.
>The bouncing of her huge beautiful rack provide enough momentum to really make each pound upon you feel as sincere as Apple Dumpling needs it to feel.
>As sincere she needs it to feel for you.
>As feral as she needs it to BE for you.
>Apple Dumpling's tired face finally had lit up more than life had ever allowed it to.
>Something more important that her previous tasks has come up, and she now needs it to cum up as it has come up inside of her.
>A flurry of thrusts and plaps become more frequent with Apple Dumpling's grateful face curving into an ecstatic and tight grin with her eyes shut.
>She's feeling something she's never felt for such a long time, and she's never been this far from tired in so long.
>The part of her that wanted to hold her top closed over her breasts is nowhere to be found right now, and the part of her that hopes her massive mammaries move around in front of your face as much as possible, showing you just what they're made of and what they can do.
>Hoping they put you into such a deep trance that you'll experience the biggest ejaculation of your life.
>Apple Dumpling bites her lip as her own body tenses up, letting herself happily fall slave to her mysteriously spawned desired she needs to get out of her system.
>That she NEEDS to get out of her system, one hump at a time.
>This level of determination is too much to stop from making your body finally react the way it is supposed to.
>Your fear is pushed out of the room by the force of your horny animal that is dragged out of deep inside of you and made to do what it evolved to do.
>Can't hide it inside when such a direct stimulation summons your most intimate part of your nature up against Apple Dumpling's most intimate part of her natu-
>Spurts of cum explode out of your tip, you can feel it happening and can see it happening in the crookedly gleeful smile that creeps across her face with a lip bite trying to maintain itself.
>Her eyes feel closer and closer to your soul every time she feels more of your load get brought out and serve as her reward for her physical efforts upon you.
>You finally couldn't resist making a few moaning noises yourself, not sure if you're vocally protesting or vocally celebrating this peak of your union with Apple Dumpling.
>She feels your cartoonishly excited cock twitching and jerking around against her walls gripping it as in-place as they can.

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>>41408058
>The other two horny apple women watch your ribs show a little more every time you gasp air into your lungs in the excited heat of the moment.
>They can see the energy being drained out of you, and hope they can replenish you enough to make their turns meaningful.
>You didn't realize that your removed shirt has fallen loose from the bedpost it was once tied to.
>But your newfound willingness made it impossible to tell on account of you keeping your arms raised in place as though they were still tied as you continue to ejaculate deep into Apple Dumpling.
>It can't stop until you truly fall limp with satisfied hearts in your eyes, until you both do.
>After another half a minute passes, you don't even need to sit up to get a loving faceful of Apple Dumpling's busty softness and then some and then a lot more just... landing on you.
>Her glistening sweat helps her skin slip along your face that's helplessly at the mercy of an avalanche of her bountiful bustiness.
>You could die to her massive breasts right now and your adultery-encouraging soul would happily get herded down to hell.
>Especially after Apple Dumpling's huge nipple finds its way to your mouth.
>How were you possibly supposed to resist closing your lips around that thing again?
>You really should drink something after such a physically taxing ordeal of lust.
>Her arms and your arms race to see which one can wrap around the other's bare glistening body first.
>But when your full embrace is reached, you never want to let go of Apple Dumpling with her huge soft breast pressed flat against your face.
>Subject to your greedy suckling that begs her milk to come out after you've gotten such a thorough taste of that filling back in the kitchen and a taste of Apple Dumpling herself.
>Her embrace holds you tighter and tighter against her chest.
>The more insistently you suck on Apple Dumpling's massive sexy nipples, the closer she gets to...
>"H...haahh..." She starts with her mouth shakily hanging open until she shuts it with her lidded eyes scanning the plain ceiling above her head. "Mmmmmmmmmhhhhh~"
>You can feel her body tremble a little bit as her soft breast out-sizing your very head lusciously pushes against your bobbing.
>And the tiny but noticeable squirts of breast milk start getting gulped down.
>"Apple Leaves..." Apple Dumpling turns to her cousin. "You have to drive us... after we're done in here."
>"I need to..." Apple Leaves starts but trails off at first. "I need to go next..."
>"That works." Apple Dumpling huffs with her cheek pressed against your hair.
>Apple Leaves and Aunt Orange try to see through their lustful confusion but fail to do so.
>Only thinking about everything they not just want but *need* to do to you in order to get this feeling out of their hearts beating in their ears with anticipation.

Will do everything I can to finish tomorrow, then go as far as I can after that. Might push my own limit.

>>41407541
To this and all your other posts, fantastic work.

>>41408064
You going to update the paste now?

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>>41400422
Anyone have url?
pic related makes me want to play it but I only saved the pic from whichever thread this was posted

>>41408361
https://spnati.net/
i gochu

>>41408371
Thanks!

>>41408371
It just feels so wrong that Applejack isn't in it
What are we, Hasbro? Trying to erase our southern girl?

>>41408371
Hadn't checked it out in quite a while, but the roster really does feel extremely random. It's nice to see characters from things I wouldn't expect to see, but still.

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>>41408523
It think the online version has a smaller selection of the whole roster. You can download the game and and install character packs to add a lot more characters (I i remember right, it's been a while)

>>41408644
>>41408664
>>41408715
Oh yes this will do

>>41408644
>>41408664
>>41408715
Nice

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Let's see if you can get a cutie mark in dodging bullets, punk

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>>41409279
I prefer adult Apple Bloom, thanks.

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>>41409293
Freedom ain't ever free

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Pretty funny how the watermark comes trough so strongly with the lora

>>41409427
This is absolutely beautiful.
>>41409416
Nice adult applebloom.
Could you make one where the top is slipping down to half expose her areolae?
And then a fully topless one?

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>>41409315
You can free those apples of yours though, Bloomy

>>41409459
https://files.catbox.moe/r3cu47.png
https://files.catbox.moe/7xjkt3.png
Still working on good fully topless one

>>41409459
https://files.catbox.moe/25vc1l.png
This one came out nice

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>>41409416
>>41409427

EqG in the style of Scorpdk gets my dk hard:

...just as this one with a canon page-bob hairstyle make me erect and want to Pummel her cervix with my Cocko

>>41409477
>>41409483
Thank you dearly, genanon. Time to fap.

https://files.catbox.moe/fidrsc.png>>41409489

>>41409730
>>41409746
Nice!

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>>41409730
>>41409746
Pure Sex indeed.
>>41409794
Coco is an Anal Slut indeed. Love it.

>>41408644
I think they added a way to access all characters from the online game anyway, something with toggling an option at the start

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>>41410424

EqG Limestone Pie in a bikini holding a very suggestive geode:

>>41404930
>Opening the fridge, you find Sunset wasn’t kidding when she said Rarity stocked up for the sleepover.
>It’s absolutely packed with foodstuffs to serve appetites of all kinds, healthy and unhealthy.
>Eggs, milk, bacon, biscuits, apples, bananas, whipped cream, syrup, and so much more.
>The moment you recognize all of this, you fear it’ll all come spilling out of the fridge and onto the polished, pristine floor.
>But no, it’s all organized and sorted very neatly.
>You’d expect nothing less from Rarity.
>How generous of her to spend so much of her income from her seamstress side hustle making sure everyone has a good breakfast before heading home.
>Your stomach grumbles surprisingly loudly, complaining that your eyes are having all the fun with the food stuff, so you get to making yourself food.
>Beginning-of-semester Anon would’ve just poured some cereal and milk into a bowl, but you’ve gained greater appreciation for proper nutrition from Rainbow and Applejack.
>You pull the eggs and bacon out of the fridge and shut the refrigerator door.
>It doesn’t take long to find a pan to cook with, and soon the pan is filled with two eggs and three strips of bacon.
>...Four strips of bacon.
>You saw another packet of bacon in the fridge, you earned this.
>Before you know it, you’re cooking breakfast.
>Cooking was one of those things you never really thought you’d enjoy doing.
>You were so used to getting food quick and easy, which definitely hurt your figure.
>But Pinkie really gave you a new appreciation for foodcraft.
>Baking a cake with her, you found, gave you that same satisfaction of painting something or even putting together a Bionicle set.
>Seeing (and in this case, tasting) the product of your labors in physical form before you never gets old.
>Of course, “the product of your labors” sometimes means it coming out burned or tasting weird, but you gotta have those lows to feel the high when you cook something really good.
>Not to mention women like men that can cook.
>That’s a plus.
>But that’s not really where your thoughts are when tending to the bacon and eggs in the pan.
>Your mind remains on everything Sunset just told you.
>Her grand scheme to get her friends to fall head over heels for you.
>The way she described her friends’ relationship with you as them being your harem.
>How she described you as a powerful and magnificent king.
>It feels like your entire world was turned upside down.
>Yesterday, you were a kind-of awkward high school student whose only friends were girls.
>You’ve never had any luck with dating and were hoping you’d get to dance with one of your friends at prom.
>Looking back on lunch yesterday feels like learning you had a picnic on a minefield.
>You were literally surrounded by girls who were waiting for the right moment to literally throw themselves at you and you had no idea.
>You could have asked any of the girls out on a date and you would’ve gotten a “yes”.

>>41410628
>You could shut your eyes and toss the ball and, no matter what, you’d get it in the hoop.
>For the first time in your life, it was impossible for you to lose.
>Although, looking back, some signs were there.
>Rainbow’s reaction when you clarified you didn’t call her pretty sticks out in your mind.
>Fluttershy had some trouble maintaining eye contact recently.
>Rarity modeling some of her sexier clothes for you to “get a reliable male’s perspective on the matter”.
>Not to mention the way Applejack said ”Yeah… friends…” before class started yesterday.
>It all seems so obvious now.
>You weren’t hiking blindly through a dark forest, signal flares were being sent up like Amazon shipped the wrong package for a Fourth of July party.
>The sizzling of the bacon and eggs in the pan is putting you in a very contemplative mood.
>So peaceful.
>That’s really what you need right now, peace.
>To not even hear cars outside, it’s like you’re in your own little world right now.
>As the bacon and eggs are cooked to a more edible state, your stomach complains even more.
>Just a few more minutes, you’d rather your food be overcooked than undercooked.
>...Seven girlfriends at once?
>How the Hell are you gonna manage that?
>It was a reality you were ready to accept last night, in the rush of being surrounded by beautiful young women who were so eager to have sex with you.
>But now that the water in the hot tub has calmed, the more rational part of your brain is at the wheel.
>You can throw caution to the wind, but the wind changes on you.
>How long is this gonna last?
>This feels too good to be true, what if the high or the novelty wears off and Twilight or Rarity or Pinkie wants out?
>What if you’re not as amazing as the girls thought you were?
>That train of thought comes to a screeching halt as the ambassador of your kingdom pulls the emergency brakes.
>This isn’t an accident.
>None of this happened by chance.
>Sunset is right about you.
>You’re no ordinary high schooler.
>You’re King Anonymous.
>Divine blood flows through your veins.
>That’s why you felt so separated from your peers at school yesterday.
>Not just because of this sleepover.
>You felt the shadow of destiny loom over you.
>There wasn’t even a cloud over your head, the clouds were parted above you.
>The shining light of the Gods was bathing you in their glory, your mortal eyes just couldn’t recognize the honor.
>You’re not even that sore anymore.
>You can manage seven girlfriends.
>It’s what you were meant to do.
>It’s why you’re here.

>>41410631
>The smell of your breakfast draws you back to the present moment.
>The bacon and eggs are just about done.
>Before your stomach can whine some more, you use a spatula to transfer your food to a plate.
>The stove’s shut off and the cooking utensils you used are placed in the sink.
>You’ll wash all that once you’re done eating.
>One glass of Sweet Apple Acres brand apple juice and a grocery store brand banana later, breakfast is ready.
>And you absolutely dig into your meal.
>The eggs and bacon are absolutely delicious.
>You don’t know if it’s because of your cooking expertise or because you’re extraordinarily hungry, but you’re scarfing it down like you haven’t eaten in weeks.
>The way the grease on the bacon spreads across your tongue and seeps down your throat as you crunch down on the crispy, cooked strips of ham is delightful.
>You can’t help but moan in contentment to yourself.
>There’s no shame here, you’re by yourself.
>The eggs, too.
>They’re so light and fluffy.
>Delicious and nutritious.
>It’s only after that you’ve thoroughly cleaned your plate that you wish you could’ve savored your work a little more.
>The banana and apple juice disappear down your throat soon after.
>Despite the wholesomeness of the apple juice, the taste brings back memories of drinking those bottles of private reserve apple cider last night.
>The taste is still there, but much sweeter and more family friendly.
>And the banana… is a banana.
>But it’s a good banana!
>Just like that, breakfast is over.
>Easy come, easy go.
>Well, not SO easy, cooking took a while.
>It’s a real shame how enjoying the food is the shortest part of the whole cooking process.
>But you’ve gotta clean up after yourself.
>You hate leaving out dirty dishes.
>You take your plate, glass, pan, spatula, and fork to the sink and give it a thorough, soapy scrubbing.
>Fortunately, there’s a can underneath the sink for you to pour the grease from the pan into so none of it goes down the pipes.
>Once that’s all good and done, you dry off the silverware and dishes you just washed with a paper towel and set them on the dish rack and treat yourself to a glass of cool, refreshing water.
>The pan and spatula can be used for the girls’ breakfast when they get up.
>...The girls are really sleeping in.
>You didn’t think-
>”Hey Rarity, we’re back!”

>>41410634
>King Anonymous has left the building.
>The space he occupied has been quickly filled by Sweetie Belle.
>And you don’t like the sound of that “we”.
>Frozen in place, you turn your head, lips still attached to your glass of water, to see Sweetie Belle having just entered the boutique, accompanied by Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.
>Once they see it’s only you down here, the attempted announcement shrivels up and dies.
>...You’re not wearing a shirt.
>Your upper body, adorned with the marks of the sweet and spicy loving you experienced last night, are on full display for the viewing audience.
>Lipstick stains, hickeys, fingernail scratches, and bite marks.
>The three freshman girls who just made their surprise appearance fall as silent as the three blind mice once they recognize the marks that cover you.
>You can’t move either.
>Your mind, once enjoying thoughts of royal luxury, has been thoroughly emptied out, leaving naught but a white void.
>You don’t know what to say.
>What do you say?
>How do you possibly handle this?
>Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo find it within themselves to exchange looks of varying emotions, silently holding an intense conversation to figure out how to broach the subject like you are.
>If this awkward silence goes on any longer, you’re gonna suffocate.
>Just say something!
>But what?
>’Hey, I’m dating all the girls I’ve made friends with, including your sisters?’
>Sunset said you were gonna have to go public with this revelation sooner or later, but she most likely has her own idea of how that’ll go.
>She’s the mastermind behind all this, anyway.
>”So…” Sweetie Belle awkwardly speaks up, breaking the silence.
>You gulp.
>Here it comes.
>”...are you and Rarity dating now?”
>The ball’s in your court now.
>You don’t have a lot of options here.
>Saying “yes” would be telling the truth, but it would also be leaving out some vital information.
>If you say “yes”, how are you gonna tell Apple Bloom that you’re also dating Applejack?
>Plus, Scootaloo’s really fond of Rainbow, how’s she gonna take the news?
>The longer you go without answering, the more suspicious this whole thing becomes.
>You pull your lips away from the glass of water and gulp.
“...Kinda…”
>What the fuck kind of answer is that?
>Sweetie Belle pumps her fist victoriously.
>”Yes! I knew it! I always knew it!” She announces.
>You’d worry about her waking up your friends- girlfriends, but you’re more distracted by how visibly disappointed Scootaloo and Apple Bloom are.
>”About time you two got together! Rarity was getting REALLY annoying about you.” Sweetie Belle continues.
>Sounds like some juicy gossip.
>You’re dating her, you should be privy to some behind-the-scenes info.
“What do you mean?” You ask her, in a clearer voice.

>>41410638
>To answer, Sweetie Belle strikes an exaggerated feminine pose and bats her eyelashes.
>”’Oh, Sweetie Belle, darling, Anonymous and I had the most RIVETING conversation about our art projects today! AND he noticed my new eyeshadow!’”
>She strikes another pose.
>”’Sweetie Belle, which of these two skirts do you think Anonymous would like more?’”
>She strikes yet another pose.
>”’Sweetie Belle, you should’ve seen Anonymous today! He was simply DASHING!’”
>Wow, she really said all that about you?
>”Okay, okay, he gets it.” Apple Bloom interrupts her with a faintly annoyed tone.
>”You’re just upset because you lost the bet~” Sweetie Belle teasingly reminds her, earning a frown from her.
>A bet?
“What bet?” You ask the three.
>”We bet on who you’d be hooking up with during the sleepover.” Scootaloo bluntly answers you.
>”Not hookin’ up! Just who you’d end up datin’!” Apple Bloom is quick to clarify.
>You chuckle a little, then take another sip of water.
“Seriously?”
>”Yes, seriously! I was certain you and Applejack would get together!” Apple Bloom exasperatedly says to you.
“What made you so certain?”
>”’Cause I noticed Applejack acts more girly around you! I ain’t never think she’d be interested in dating, but then you started comin’ over for tutoring an’ suddenly she’s doin’ her hair up in the mornin’ and takin’ extra long showers the night before you come over and sittin’ closer to you at dinner.”
>”You wanna talk about ‘acting girly’, you should see Rainbow Dash! She’s always looking at you whenever you come to watch her soccer games and asking ‘Where’s Anon?’ whenever you can’t come.” Scootaloo butts in.
>Were the signs really THAT obvious?
>You’re as blind as a bat.
>You were only able to recognize these signals when you hear them, not when you see them.
>”Applejack must’ve been crushed when you officially got together with Rarity.” Apple Bloom remarked.
>Really, she crushed you.
>But you’re backed into a corner.
>You already said you were dating Rarity.
>Sunset, where are you?
>You mutter some indistinct, noncommittal sounds while taking a large sip from your glass of water.
“What’re you three doing here anyway? Only one of you lives here.” You ask the three in a faintly desperate attempt to change the subject.
>Scootaloo shrugs.
>”Figured I’d tag along since I live in the area.”
>”Plus, granny ‘n Big Mac made me come along and get Applejack since she ain’t back yet.” Apple Bloom adds.
>Sweetie Belle walks past you and starts going through the fridge for something to eat.
>Apple Bloom joins her, grabbing one of the apples in the fridge and chowing down.
>”Sure looks like you had fun last night.” Scootaloo remarks with a small chuckle.
>You feel your cheeks flare up a bit.
>Being open about this stuff is gonna take some getting used to.
“That- that’s kinda private stuff.”

>>41410640
>”You say that, but I’m sure Rarity’s gonna talk my ear off about all the cutesy romantic stuff you two get up to.” Sweetie Belle sighs, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
>”You think that’s bad, I’m gonna have to deal with Applejack sulkin’ about not gettin’ her dream boy.” Apple Bloom chimes in between mouthfuls of apple.
>”Speakin’ of her, is she really still asleep?” She asks you.
>You shrug.
“I guess so. She was still sleeping when I got up.”
>”Weird, she never sleeps in like this.”
“Eh, it’s winter break, and it’s still the morning.”
>”Barely, it’s almost noon!”
“Really?”
>You look over at the clock by the sink.
>11:51 AM.
“Huh, what do you know?”
>”She’s lucky Granny ain’t here to roll her outta bed.” Apple Bloom giggles, walking over to the window to the back porch and hot tub.
>”Looks like you girls had one Hell of a sleepover!” Scootaloo jokingly teases you with an elbow to the shoulder.
>This small gesture makes your sore… everything flare up, making you wince a bit.
“Ha ha, yeah…”
>”Why’d y’all leave your swimsuits out on the deck?” Apple Bloom asks you.
>Oh fuck.
>You completely forgot about that.
>All of you were in such a hurry to get back to the bedroom that you went right from skinny dipping to fucking.
>You never went back to get your swimsuits.
>”Whaddya mean?” Scootaloo asks her.
>”Look, they left their swimsuits just sittin’ on the deck.” Apple Bloom points out.
>”Ooh, I wanna see!” Sweetie Belle chimes in, rushing over.
>How do you handle this?
>The clock is ticking.
>And how are the rest of the girls still asleep?
>”See? There’s Applejack’s, Rarity’s, Anon’s, I think that’s Fluttershy’s…” Apple Bloom points out.
>”But why’d they leave them lying around?” Scootaloo asks her.
>”Maybe they got changed into their pajamas.” Apple Bloom surmises.
>”On the deck? Out in the open?” Sweetie Belle asks.
>Apple Bloom puts a finger to her chin.
>”Hmm, good point…”
>You seriously need an assist.
>Sunset, are you STILL in the shower?
>You suppress the shaking in your hand and focus on taking another sip of water.
>Maybe this water will help you come up with something.
>”Well, if they didn’t change out there, why’d they leave their swimsuits lying around like that?” Scootaloo asks.
>”Does that mean they were hanging out… naked?” Sweetie Belle asks further.
>What do you do?
>They’re closing in on the truth.
>Damn their youthful curiosity!
>The three turn back to you with widened eyes.
>The lipstick stains and hickeys and fingernail scratches burn into your skin.
>You open your mouth to say something, but you can’t say anything.
>The pressure’s getting to you.
>Your face is heating up.
>The ceiling lights are beaming down onto you like you’re in an interrogation room.
>Apple Bloom gasps and points an accusatory finger at you.
>”Y’all were havin’ an orgy!”

>>41410644
>>”Y’all were havin’ an orgy!”
Pffffffft!

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>>41410644
>"Y'all were having an orgy!"
Ok, Anon needs to man the fuck up right here. Not get rescued, but HE needs to take SOME control of this situation. Doesn't matter that he's been blindsided without any prep time, and he doesn't strictly need to be in "King" mode, but he needs to understand there will be MASSIVE consequences if he doesn't get this properly sorted at once. If one of the Crusaders leaves without a correct understanding it will take MASSIVE efforts to correct if it can be corrected at all.
Ok that's enough appropriate overreacting.
This installment and the last have done a good job of highlighting Pinkie's contributions to boyfriend building, which is rather nice.
I wonder WHEN the Crusaders made that bet exactly? Because that puts Sweetie Belle's teasing in a different light if she was trying to give her sister an advantage in the Anon-bowl (working title. open to better ideas.) No.. she didn't know he'd been invited until he showed up so the bet was made at the Crusaders sleepover. Oh well, we still have the stakes to look forward to.
Last installment I wanted to make a conehead joke that Sunset wasn't from Denmark. She was from.. France.
Thinking about making EQG costumes in City of Heroes for my posts here. Already did several for a gaming thread a few months ago, but I can do the rest of the HuMane 7 and add in the Crusaders as well. Found an AJ that didn't suck.

>>41408371
That anon who said Kyoko was good wasn’t lying. I defeated the Wikipedia girl on the first try but Kyoko must know some kinda card sorcery. I guess being a homicide detective really helps with intuition.

>>41410644
>”Y’all were havin’ an orgy!”
"I believe the technical term for what you mean is 'reverse gangbang.' But no, those lovely innocent young ladies ran a damn train on me! All of 'em going 'choo-choo green boy!' Do any of you know the number of a battered men's shelter?"
I need to experiment with spoilering text.

>>41409279
Reaction image

Can the Anon that made the Gloriosa pics from the last thread please do more of her in the sauna?
Preferably being gangbanged and DP'd?

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>>41411431
Based

>>41411431
>DP'd
what

>>41411431
https://files.catbox.moe/m6vl4i.png

>>41411431
https://files.catbox.moe/lhgzvw.png

>>41411431
https://files.catbox.moe/ukvddp.png

>>41411431
>>41411892
>>41411910
>>41411933
>Preferably being gangbanged and DP'd?
NTA but :(

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>>41412178
Why are you sad anon

>>41412227
:)

>>41412244
MOMMIOSA

:D

>>41412227
>>41412244
Humbly requesting more lifeguard Gloriosa
Preferably multiple pics getting progressively lewder with erect nipples poking through at some point along the way

>>41412315
I'm doing another set right now, but I'll do more Gloriosa later

>>41412428
Understood

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So I heard you hiring a lifeguard?

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She is VERY interested in the position

>>41412638
>>41412644
>>41412672
Yes! I’m interested in her as well!
Hope she doesn’t mind poking through the top of her uniform…

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>>41412680

>>41412695
>>41412703
Oh my…
I wonder if she wants to see how far down she would let that thing slip after leaving her shoulders before something starts to slip out

>>41412728
>>41412739
>>41412772
Holy fuck I’m so weak to these, I would kill to have had my first sexual experience with Gloriosa in this onepiece
I didn’t need to get hard today but now I did

>>41412790
;)
https://files.catbox.moe/it5uqt.png

https://files.catbox.moe/bfufvl.png

>>41412796
>>41412819
This is too based
You’re making me want to unironically bow to ai for this quickness
Horny content has evolved

>>41412827
https://files.catbox.moe/3k5p4s.png
I've already given over my soul (and dick) to the AI overlords, join the club

>humanized
My favorite.
I'm not sorry.

>>41412849
mlpg lost

>>41412838
With pleasure! I hope it keeps getting better and better.

>>41412838
If only my group was the same. Not.
It's fun to post AI art and watch them lose their collective cool.

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>>41408064
Finished, Grey? (Also, is the ponepaste going to be updated?

>>41412838
Can we get some more chubby Cookie Crumbles and Cup Cake in slingkinis, and with their EQG skin color, please?

>>41411685
God I can't get enough of her canon look

>>41413007
>tfw won't get gang banged by appul women

What ever happened to that other Mane 6 story that was getting posted here a couple months ago? I think the girls were having a sleepover with anon and Sunset was the main instigator/harem queen.

>>41414057
That's Cosmic Butthole's green.

>>41414076
Ahh thanks anon, I was confused cause it was under various instead of mane 6

>>41410644
Anon, Rarity and Applejack could offer to do their homework for them in order to keep them quiet. I can't think of much else from where I'm sitting, or at least not right now given I've been up WAY too long.
>>41408136
>>41413007
https://ponepaste.org/10339
>>41413803
Well,
>>41408064
>Within minutes, you're tightly wrapped around Apple Dumpling like a corset with your face buries deep in her naked bosom.
>Your lips alternate between one of her huge nipples and the other.
>The heavy breathing of the other two women fills the room as a background noise to your sucking noises from the bed.
>Little streams of milk emit from Apple Dumpling's breasts and find their way down your throat with each swallow.
>Her giant mounds of soft flesh get wonderfully squished around against your face as you feel Apple Dumpling gently help you push your head in.
>Her voice reacts to your tongue and everything it's doing to draw more milk out of her, accepting your submission to her sexual prowess she's been given by this mystery humidity that has flooded the first floor of the house where this reunion has taken place.
>There is no part of Apple Dumpling that feels ashamed of her abandonment of who she was before this happened.
>Her eyes only gently close as she holds your head closer, lost in the sensation of your mouth performing wanting ministrations onto her sensitive nipples taking a loving ambush of suction.
>There is nothing she can do to close her shirt back up anyway; her breasts have grown too massive to allow that.
>Apple Dumpling, stranded in her own fling of horny adventurousness, proudly lets her bountiful chest stay out in the open.
>Naked and instantly available for you to enjoy and submit to, encouraging you to give her something that feels too good to resist.
>It tastes so good that you don't want to stop any time soon.
>Coupled with the cushioned embrace Apple Dumpling is able to provide, this has become a state of horny comfort you never knew you needed in life.
>You don't even remember what the word escape means at the moment.
>Held still by your own rather drunken enjoyment of Apple Dumpling's fertility and softness that weakens you beyond a strive to even walk away willingly, let alone run away.
>If someone came into here and told you all to stop, you'd refuse.
>If these three told you they wanted to stop, you'd refuse... but that is far from the place they're in right now anyway.
>They'd refuse if you told them you wanted to stay un-fucked, which would be impossible no matter what now.
>Apple Dumpling no longer paces around in her apron and dress shirt, but pants atop the guest bed with her massive soft breasts completely freed and unable to be re-clothed for the rest of this magical... moment.

>>41414249
>Her smile silently asks how how much you liked her apple pie and her milk.
>You respond with a long kiss of approval upon her lips, willfully wrapping your arms around her and holding her with a quickly budding sexual connection.
>This connection is quickly feeling romantic too, as a happiness fills both of you, each one in response to the other.
>Sharing such a beautiful moment together is a wonderful thing; Apple Dumpling couldn't be more pleased to have spent it with you.
>Her smirk grows more suggestive when she sees the other two creep up behind you before you can feel their hands grabbing your arms.
>She know they're going to take amazing care of you, as you will take amazing care of them.
>There is no part of you that wants to resist anymore, but you enjoy the other two acting as though they need to haul you into their grasp.
>Them showing how much they insistently want you no matter what you say or do puts a pulsating warmth inside of you.
>Your heart sings with every beat as your surrender is multiplied by three.
>Apple Leaves and Aunt Orange gently manhandle you into a corner of the room and pin your hands over your head.
>Each of their pairs of beasts brush past you and softly poke onto your body.
>Apple Leaves's perky nipples have become firm and hard with arousal, about two cup sizes larger than before and tickling the side of your torso as the descendant of your extinct urge to escape proves to be an urge to lean into her the best you can.
>Indulging in her presence and her touch.
>Aunt Orange holds you still from behind while Apple Leaves gives in completely to her urge to plant as many kisses as she can all over your body.
>She doesn't feel like leaving hickeys on your neck, just gently kisses you up and down your neck with a couple of sensual licks to really make your eyes roll.
>Aunt Orange's soft breasts push onto your bare back as a comfortable cushion that let you jolt a round only a tiny bit in response to Apple Leaves teasingly kissing your nipples.
>No reason she can't have a little fun submitting too, knowing most of the score is going to go to her anyway as it had Apple Dumpling and as it will Aunt Orange.
>She's sure to make her suction gently but noticeably demanding, loving how worked up your getting with a few ticklish grunts.
>Enthralled by the affect she's having on you.
>This prompts her to almost charge into you and push you into the corner with a little bit more aroused force... Aunt Orange doesn't mind.
>And you yourself certainly don't mind.

>>41414251
>Finally, after getting a satisfying taste of that body she's been watching all this time, Apple Leaves connects her lips with yours and locks it all together with your tongues soon challenging eachother to see which one can resist the other's mouth the longest.
>You both lose at the same time.
>Hands held behind your needfully arching back, your push your chest onto Apple Leaves as a pleading cue to join full embrace with her.
>She responds accordingly and puts her arms around you, deepening the kiss and tumbling deeper into the dance between your tongues that swiftly spirals out of control.
>It becomes less of a dance and more of a special kind of wordless discussion about how you feel about one another.
>And how each of you feel is skyrocketing to new levels by the minute.
>Apple Leaves enjoys the feeling of your body squirming against her arms around you, sensing how badly you want to hold her back, but Aunt Orange is having too much fun restraining you.
>But you're having fun with that too, welcoming the tense bubble of frustrated desire to hold Apple Leaves in return that makes your chest motions even more sincere as your body desperately pushes her soft perky tits back and forth with your writhing motions in restrained arousal.
>As though you're humping her with your chest, your ribcage acting as a pelvis.
>Your lips and tongue act as wildly as you arms couldn't act, having to compensate for the lack of a physical embrace between arms upon bare bodies.
>And so, the kiss intensifies into a flurry of mouth-wrestling that can only have winners in the end.
>Or at least happy losers like yourself who bask in your defeat to this woman.
>Jerking your body upward against her as she starts to position herself over you, with Aunt Orange holding you from underneath like ropes tying you to a train track.
>It took a few seconds to realize that you're back on the bed again.
>Aunt Orange is still the ropes binding you to the tracks, and Apple Leaves is the train that's about to run you over.
>Apple Leaves pounces, and encourages you to do the same body thrusting upward against her body that can only come from an unfulfilled need to embrace someone that can't stay bottled up for long.
>The hungry clamping of Apple Leaves's thighs around your hips only leads the situation closer and closer to your manhood meeting her womanhood.
>And when this eventually happens with your crotches quickly locked together by her legs, the instinctual cue is set into motion from your member feeling her soft entrance nudging against it.

>>41414252
>The union between your softness and her softness is going to eventually make someone lose, and that someone is you.
>Your softness isn't lasting long while feeling hers.
>Your softness does exactly what it's supposed to do when it feels the lower lips of a woman calling it to react in a way it is designed to.
>The soft onslaught of her train of pleasure does such a number on your playful resilience prolonging the inevitable acquiescence.
>Apple Leaves plants her hands on your bare chest for leverage and redoubles her movements with determination.
>Unable to be defended while the rest of you is tied down to the track, your underside can't help but react accordingly to Apple Leaves's vulva calling your sex back out to play rough with her.
>Blood rushes into your shaft, and your member is slowly coerced into standing up against the softness of Apple Leaves's petals.
>Stiffer and stiffer...
>She knows you can't stop yourself from entering now that she's getting you hard enough to do so.
>Apple Leaves's perky nipples stay nice and hard from the excitement, her whole body rejoicing in feeling your manmeat getting nice and hard just for her.
>The erection that she *personally* instigated with all intent and purpose.
>This is exactly what she wanted, she knew exactly what she was doing.
>And now the stiff mast of your soon-to-fly white flag stands tall, pointing directly at the moist envelopment it is destined to face.
>Where it is pointed is exactly where it is pressed into as Apple Leaves lowers herself.
>From your glans to your base, her vulva slides down your length; the vein on the side of your length thrums with the blood that rushed in to further stiffen your erect arousal for Apple Leaves.
>You notice a toned-ness in Apple Leaves’s tummy, wishing you could run your hands along her slightly apparent abs that can only look the way they do after years of hard busy work plus putting on some thickness in one's late 30s and early 40s.
>All that strength and durability in the Apple Family gene, bearing down upon you as Apple Leaves shows you why Apple Dumpling had the similar strength she did that had been mostly hidden by her larger breasts and more insulated tummy.
>Apple Leaves's breasts have grown only perkier instead of straight up larger, but still promise to overfill a D-cup bra that would dare challenge them with the prospect of containment.
>Even the bra cups themselves would be unable to function without those hard perky things poking their way through.
>Both of Apple Leaves’s perky nipples sway with a jiggle moving together than apart as her arms softly hit against the sides of her big soft breasts as she steels herself atop of you.
>And the plapping noises she's able to make after getting started were loud and insistent as you'd expect from a strong-bodied woman.

>>41414254
>Your body gets repeatedly slammed by the freight train that is Apple Leaves's movements.
>Her thirsty energy for you is a testament to what she's been holding back for so many years, not knowing she'd actually use it at some point down the road.
>But now her huge pointy breasts freely bounce between the clamping of her arms, perky nipples pointing further up and down with the motions of each bounce the humping fuels.
>Apple Leaves never knew she'd become something like this, but now she doesn't know if she can stop.
>Her softness made you hard, and in return, your hardness made her softness wet after thrusting right up against it enough.
>She bites her lip and keeps her eyes closed with her eyebrows raised in the middle to spread a ripple of expressed pleasure up the middle of her forehead, running you over as you're tied down the train tracks of a bed's soft surface by Aunt Orange and ready to officially make you send out your while flag.
>You're far too ready to lose to her... you're excited to.
>You win if you lose to her, because it's exactly what you want.
>Aunt Orange can feel your buttcheeks move upward as you buck your hips with your cock jousting up into Apple Leaves's pussy.
>This is a testament to what Aunt Orange has done; repressed your ability to embrace your partner and have to resort to expressing these feelings through new means upon the apple woman dominating your body.
>Her inner walls encourage you to release the white flag very convincingly.
>The stimulation along your shaft makes you shudder and try to kick your feet to no real avail.
>She really loves the cute noises you're making.
>As you love hers she probably doesn't realize she's making.
>The excitement you're bringing Apple Leaves is making her feel like she's he one submitting to how unbelievably horny she is.
>You're now unintentionally on the offensive as you propel your hips upward on raw base urge to fuck that Apple Leaves brought back out of you.
>You NEED this climax to happen.
>She NEEDS your climax to happen.
>And when you finally flex and tense up, your wave the white flag, shooting it right out far into her depths.
>Back onto the defensive you go, and Apple Leaves can feel it happening through your erect cock's out-of-control convulsing with more spurts of your hot load gushing out to stimulate her with its wet insistent force.
>She accepts your white flag with her own orgasm.
>With an arch of her back and her bare smooth shoulders retracting back a little, Apple Leaves throws her head back and lets her moans reverberate off of the ceiling without a care who on the second floor would be able to hear her wanton pleasure.
>Drunk off of Apple Dumpling's aphrodisiac-enhanced breast milk and cumming the last of your buckets into Apple Leaves, your body fully succumbs to its fate now.
>Apple Leaves already has her perky nipple in your mouth as you're still cumming inside of her, impatiently eager to feel the sensation of your mouth's ministrations.

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>>41414257
>You submit and take on her bosom unto your mouth.
>Doing it the best you can through your dizzy exhaustion.
>It took at least a good 45 minutes or so for them to get you properly erect and able to cum a second time, but you still came a LOT, having refilled oddly quickly.
>Now Apple Dumpling and Apple Leaves embrace you together from either side.
>Encouraging you to take turns with their nipples to suckle on, dividing up your surrender amongst them.
>Keeping you awake the best they can, but knowing you're gonna be drained for a bit, energy-wise.
>Your horny is still there, but it's just waiting until you have the energy once again to actually put it to use.
>And once you do again, Aunt Orange will be ready for you.
>Not only this, but she's going to make sure you're in a place where you can make more noises without worrying about someone hearing you, which needs to be addressed right now.
>The three women are hell bent on resuming this at all costs, caring about nothing else in this world as their motivations are blinded by love and lust.
>This guest bedroom has a few spare clothes in it; hospitality for anyone staying over who might need it.
>But the Oranges had been staying in a hotel room while visiting in town.
>You barely stay able to listen in for a while longer through your fracturing consciousness as the three women plan their excuses for the noise, and plan their departure with you in tow.
>God fucking damn you hope they kidnap you.
>And keep you living with them for as long as they want you around to keep them company, especially if your purpose is to keep them pleased and help them get through the day every day.
>Getting passed around by them from address to address.
>"I'll find a way to get Cherry Jubilee to drive us. She'll be none the wiser." Apple Dumpling plots.
>The other two agree with haste, automatically on board with whatever keeps you in their lustful custody.
>They're mindlessly blinded from who they normally are.
>Not zombies, but sex-crazed maniacs obsessed with abducting you.
>You don't even hear the plane going by outside this time; it doesn't register to you anymore.
>But you don't need it to.
>You don't want it to.
>The main reason in this instance right now being Apple Leaves's perky nipples being so fun to suckle on, jutting into your mouth with their stiff arousal and appreciatively squirting out breast milk in response to your moving lips and tongue expressing your sexual submission to her.
>She and Apple Dumpling hold you tight as you pass out in their double embrace, ready to wake up wherever you wake up in their captivity.
>Time to get kidnapped.
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>>41412838
I just started writing something for this too, will make it public today, hopefully.
>>41409427
I'll be saving this one for sure, holy fuck.
Phenomenal work on your other stuff you posted here too.

>>41414259
Hyped for aunt orange one

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>>41414259
Top tier stuff as always, excited for the Gloriosa stuff.

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>>41414688

Tanlines are so boner inducing, as Rarity demonstrates here:

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OL EqGs = Sex

>>41414761

I want to have hot Goth sex with Big Tiddy Goth OL Rarity

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>>41414726
>all these hot Gloriosa pics
FUKKEN SAVED. I love this sweet redhead.

>>41414810
We truly don't get enough of her, do we?

>>41415174
Oh my…

>>41414259
>Cherry Jubilee
Fuck yes!

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>>41415488
Thank you kindly, genanon. The golly and dagi turned out perfectly imo.

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>>41414726
Is it possible to get a version of this with her titties out?

>>41415799
https://files.catbox.moe/keyq04.png

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reup of the rarity that the jannies stole

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>>41415988
Unf, these are incredible. Fucking good stuff, m8.

Gloriosa. She's built for SEX.

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>>41415518
Here's a preview of what's coming next. I'll only post three posts of what I got so far while I add to the rest.
>>41414259
>---
>You know all three of them together could haul you off to somewhere so long as no one sees them working together.
>You’re just one guy in his early 20s, three ladies who already demonstrated their strength can easily pick you up.
>Not sure if it would be necessary for them to tie you up.
>To bind your hands and feet or whatever would be necessary to restrain someone from unlocking the car door from the backseat and running far enough away on foot to disappear in the darkness of the night.
>That's at least the setting you have to go off of when you briefly drift awake and peer around at your surroundings.
>Hearing a soft chorus of talking and light giggling, not sure how much of this is a dream or hallucination.
>The sky outside was a deep blue for a moment before the flashing lights of cars at the stoplight outside the windshield revealed the pitch blackness that surrounded the car you're in with the three Apple women.
>Or actually, four of them.
>Because Apple Leaves, Apple Dumpling and Aunt Orange all sit around you in the back seat of the car.
>Someone has to be driving, and they're talking in a clearly feminine voice just like them.
>This has to be the aforementioned Cherry Jubilee speaking to everyone in the back seat of the car.
>"I guess someone had fun celebrating his 21st birthday." Cherry Jubilee glances over at the small mountain of luggage in the passenger seat that didn't fit inside the trunk, making sure it doesn't fall over.
>"He has a long road of discovering the responsibility that comes with drinking ahead of him." Apple Leaves smirks to her side at you.
>They start to converse about how Aunt Orange and Apple Leaves have "been down that road before" as you rest on the car seat drained under the guise of drunkenness.
>"Our cider recipe keeps converting more and more of the younger generation." Apple Dumpling proudly declares. "They keep on switching to enjoying what we all learned to make."
>"I can't say I don't wonder how y'all do it." Cherry comments. "Whatever that's come over him this time must have been something unlike anything he's had before."
>"He's a happy young man, that's for sure." Apple Leaves recognizes the satisfied glint in your eyes that appears every time an orange street lamp is rushed by beside the car window.
>She's had that same look in her eyes almost two decades ago when she was around your age, thought it was for a different reason.
>The real reason is something Cherry Jubilee isn't aware of yet.
>Yet.
>You're awake enough to give coherent answers as they ask you how your time at their family reunion went, with Cherry's questions the only ones that don't serve as a cover for something... wonderfully sinister that has taken place earlier tonight.

>>41416307
>Inside the car, the air conditioning is turned up due to it feeling hotter and hotter inside.
>Aunt Orange fans herself with her hand, watching the condensation collect on the window with a murkiness that tries to interrupt the orange lights from outside from seeping in.
>"I don't remember today being so hot." Cherry Jubilee starts to complain from the driver's seat.
>She places her hand over the vent to make sure it's working properly. "Let alone tonight."
>"I'm sure it's nothing." Apple Dumpling shrugs with the new straps over her shoulders barely clinging onto her.
>Cherry Jubilee didn't question much when the others got into the car; it was dark enough outside to cover most of everything up.
>It was a lucky occurrence that Uncle Orange wanted to hang out at a local bar with a few friends later tonight, probably having "guy talk" or something right now as Aunt Orange went to Cherry's place again for reasons he didn't care to inquire about.
>"So, Anon. Have ya ever had a better apple pie?" Apple Dumpling asks you.
>Apple Leaves and Aunt Orange start to glances implicitly at you, but it has nothing to do with the question.
"That was so good that I don't think I've truly had apple pie until tonight." You speak as fluently as you can.
>That sentence felt longer to say than it actually was.
>You're so low on stamina that you're bound to become out of breath solely from talking.
>Aunt Orange, meanwhile, has something she still needs to let out of her heart.
>And seeing that you faded awake was just the thing she needed to start feeling hotter and hotter inside of her haphazardly thrown on new set of clothes that don't fit her properly.
>It was too much of a rush to find something that properly covered her up in public, but she had to put something on.
>A bright red dress that was probably designed for a petite girl in her early to mid 20s, not a curvy woman in her late 30s to early 40s.
>The fabric's slit on the side doesn't do a lot to cover her soft thighs, nor does the top of the front do much to cover her even softer cleavage.
>Despite the small size of this dress, Aunt Orange *still* feels hot inside of her clothes, and the other women in the car can sense the heat increasing too.
>Including Cherry Jubilee as the condensation on the windshield catches her attention now.
>Checking the mirror to see if her makeup isn't getting messed up, she begins to breathe more heavily, not feeling like this heat inside the car is coming from deep within her core instead of a faulty air vent.
>"I don't know what's going on but I feel really... hot right now." Apple Leaves takes a deep breath, pretending she doesn't know why.

>>41416310
>The traffic light in front of the car turns green.
>Seeing a green glow doesn't scare you anymore, but this one is especially non-alarming since it's not even the kind of green glow you're slightly reminded of.
>As the car passes under the traffic light, you have it dawn upon you that the whole reason you went to a Caribbean island for vacation in the first place was to get out of town.
>Because your life was full of nothingness and bullshit you wanted no part in.
>How stupid was it of you to them sit on the beach and mope anyway?
>Candy and Chryssy did you a fucking favor by kidnapping you and re-wiring your brain to get so horny all the time... emphasis on "fucking".
>The world is so much more interesting this way.
>...This might just be the magic talking, however it got to not only you but these women as well.
>Something that's so potent that it not only blocks your judgement in the heat of the moment, but *redirects* your judgement *outside* of the heat of the moment, is some dangerous stuff.
>And whether you're inside or outside of the heat of the moment might be changing right now, because Aunt Orange is fixing to drag you right back into the heat of the moment even with Cherry Jubilee right here in the car with you.
>You feel a curious hand stroke the side of your arm.
>Aunt Orange's mouth curves up into a familiar mischievous grin towards you.
>The three apple women from the guest bedroom didn't put a lot of effort into making your outfit presentable for the public based off of what was available to them.
>A misfitting pair of jeans and a lazily buttoned up shirt was all they needed to walk out of the house alongside you with.
>Cherry Jubilee keeps her eyes on the road while turning onto a smaller side street, making everyone in the back seat sway to one side, with Aunt Orange seizing the opportunity to start doing something naughty.
>You jump a little bit with a surge of electric-feeling excitement flowing back into you as her hand can be felt slithering around your back to your other side.
>Something inside of you is waken back up upon this beyond-friendly contact.
>Now you can really register the heat inside this car you've been hearing the apple ladies talking about as well.

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>>41414780
You're really getting into some good stuff.
Also, I checked out your other set (from Canterslut) you mentioned. You're really active with this stuff. I half want to do something related that Fluttershy set too.
>>41414726
Also thank you! I'm gonna try to finish the first "chapter" tonight.
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These will be very inspiring for what I'm writing too.

>>41416329
Another Anon kidnapped by older women... I hope they get it on in the car!

Also, what do you think of the Queen Umbra Halloween idea? Does it sound like the perfect October story?
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Pinnacle Applejack

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>a certain Rarity pic removed

Perhaps redo OL Goth Rarity and I'd do her time and again with a top like what Twilight is wearing here:
Her whole ensemble being reminiscent of the fetishwear worn by Bettie Page in the photoshoots by Irving Klaw for those who commissioned him for such scenes (even judges & politicians) in the 1950s.
Would love you to do similar versions of Twilight as Bettie (Twi's hairstyle being as near as dammit's to Bettie's) in that and various other garb (fetishistic and conventional pinup style, as per those Bettie did) but with Bettie's trademark stockings & ultra-high heels perhaps some catbox-linked ones of her wearing only stockings & heels, just as Bettie did on many occasions . Even Rarity wearing the same, as she is the EqG equivalent of burlesque dancer, fashion model & erotic/fetish photo model Dita Von Teese: she is essentially the 21st century Bettie Page.

I hope Sarge says hi this October. Every year when the Fall starts to set in, I start to miss his stories. Anonymous Werewolf was too damn good, and I can't help but wish the fourth one got an ending.

>>41416809
that outfit is fucking hot

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tanline rarity sexo

>>41416329
This green has been getting fun

Can we just have a /humAIn/ thread? I'm sick of ai shitty up threads

Anon from >>41411431 again, thanks for all these
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Are you able to make some of her in the camp grounds or forest surrounds with a bunch of boys willingly / unwillingly taking their virginity?

Thanks if you can / can't, I appreciate all you've done either way.

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Twilight invited Sunset to play Genshin Impact with her. Sunset never thought it would end up like this:

>>41417519
I support this idea. Also, it should be hosted at >>>/trash/ so the NSFW generations can be posted without any restriction.

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I'll stop the spam then, if people dislike the AI posts.
>>41417638
I may do this later, but I'll drop it as a catbox album then

>>41418017
I like them but understand if others are annoyed by it.
I don’t want us to annoy others for no reason, just exist as we are.
Really appreciate your dedication genfren (not even the other anon who said this btw)

>>41417729
I sure support it

>>41417875
There was a nsfw thread there that died and people stopped making them but ai was perfectly fine there aside some autistic whining here and there.

>>41418017
>>I may do this later, but I'll drop it as a catbox album then

Thank you Anon.

I'm enjoying your posts, but I can understand that others don't.
Maybe we need a thread for them just like the Koikatsu threads.

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>>41416329
Pls update tonight this is so good and my dick can’t wait any longer

>>41416395
It does sound like a good October story. I'm a little occupied with my own right now but that's a good idea.
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Okay, I'll post what I have later tonight and will just make sure it's far enough away from anyone else's updates if they do anything.
>>41418017
Don't worry, we still love you. If you're gonna just do catbox albums, then that's fine.

>>41402851
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/498298/1/vanity-crossing-a-vignette-story/a-new-beginning

>>41418017
Count me in as another one who enjoys your ai gens, but yeah, trash would be better since we could just post without censors or links.

>>41419446
Thank you! Can’t wait for Orange and Cherry fun.

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>>41416329
>The gap at your lower back is easily breached.
>Aunt Orange felt your bare skin and snaked her fingers underneath the rim of your misfitting pants.
>You’re not even entirely sure what you’re wearing, but your captor is breaching your clothing.
>Try to scoot away as if you have anywhere to escape to.
>Apple Dumpling and Apple Leaves on your other side block your path and restrain your waist back into place where Aunt Orange is playfully molesting you.
>Her adventurous hand is at your bare hip, fingers running circles along your skin.
>Apple Leaves reaches over to restrain your wrists.
>Everyone in the back seat does this just out of sight if where Cherry Jubilee can see it through the rear view mirror.
>”Well I’m glad we were able to catch up, Anon.” Cherry continues focusing on the road. “Ah can see you’ve warmed up to us nicely. Glad to hear ya liked the apple pie as much as we do.”
“Heh, was my pleasure…” You feel more happening.
>The loose pair of underwear you have on proves to be even easier to breach than the pants they’re inside of.
>The side already generously slipped down enough for Aunt Orange’s hand to tease your hip, but now her fingers jut down the area between your upper thigh and the beginning of your abdomen… ambushing hand already fully underneath your underwear and advancing upon your crotch.
>”Does it feel hot in here to you?” Cherry quickly fans herself with her hand then returns to the steering wheel.
>”Maybe it’s just us.” Aunt Orange doesn’t feel like making up anything convincing anymore.
>Her hand finds your balls first, and proceeds to play with them as your reflexive reaction to tend your own hands to the uninvited party is held back at your wrists.
>Apple Leaves and Apple Dumpling do their part in holding either of your arms back.
>Apple Leaves reaching behind you to grasp your arm that was closer to Aunt Orange.
>Apple Dumpling holds your other arm in her grip even further away.
>You’re restrained in this leaning-over position, defenseless as Aunt Orange continues to move your balls around with her fingers.
>Pupils contracting with worry at first, you glance over at her blushing face, close enough to yours to grace your face with her hot breaths that rush out of her lip biting grin…
>Her focused eyes silently tell you “I’ll be gentle, I’ll be gentle with your balls” with her hand having successfully invaded your loose underwear.
>You feel her thumb humbly brush over the base of your shaft while her four fingers feel up how packed and ready your balls already are once again.
>She’s getting a good feel of your load, and can sense your member get stiff against her thumb agitating it to the warmth the ball fondling has spread.
>”Say, y’all alright back there?” Cherry caught a glimpse of the way you all are sitting.