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>>42637852
Removed the (Almost) part.
Also here's the rest of the stories from the OP. Hope the writers dont mind them being linked this way.
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/42627127/#42627134
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/42627127/#42627138

>>42637864
Oh yeah, AT also posted a short story in the previous thread.
>>42635222

Last thread got archived after 3h 40 mins of inactivity. Board is pretty inconsistent lately. Sometimes it's fine to not bump for 12+ hours, sometimes a thread gets archived in 2 hours.

>>42637894
This thread almost always gets archived at that time though, which is around 11-12 AM BRT.

>>42638076
Do you see her blaming Lovelace for how Rarity has been behaving lately ?

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Any update from that anon who was writing prey pegasi content ?

>>42638101
I think she blames Rarity.

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>>42638534
>>42638703
I want to see how Cadence will convince Coco that this arrangement will be a silver lining for her.

OK, for some reason, I was expecting this post the next week.

Really glad to see it back.

>>42639381
Nah I want this one to least survive the week, even if no one seems to be in the mood to talk about spicy stuff.

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What kind of magic related piercing would Vinyl make her wear ?

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Give us a sign rapeape.

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>>42640185
She makes Swibble do the undressing.

>>42639381
I still need to finish reading your stuff.

Here is the last part, sorry for the lack of NSFW, that is not my forte, still learning:

Be Rarity, your heart a blazing furnace of fury and desire, barely contained beneath your poised exterior Your stallion – your Anon, the anchor of your herd – has the gall to shower Twilight with tender attention, right in front of you and Coco, his devoted mares You’re clenching your teeth so hard they might crack, your scandalous mini-miniskirt quivering as your hooves grip the couch, red tie swinging like a pendulum of barely restrained wrath How dare he stroke her mane, call her “good girl,” and how dare Twilight, friend or not, soak up his affection like she has any claim? Does this alicorn know nothing of herd law? You don’t accept such intimate gestures from a stallion without his mares’ explicit consent! Celestia’s mane, her cluelessness is maddening – she’s parading what you and Coco guard as yours, a sacred bond forged in passion and trust Calm yourself, Rarity, she’s just a book-obsessed nerd, she doesn’t mean it… Then Twilight, all innocent cheer, says, “Oh, Anon, I’m so sorry, let me clean your hand!” Before you can blink, she leans in, her tongue licking his fingers with slow, tender care, like she’s savoring a delicacy Your vision flashes scarlet. Coco’s beside you, her white stockings taut, her bowtie practically strangling her as her hooves claw into the couch, eyes blazing with the same possessive fire consuming you Anon’s cheeks flush – he’s blushing – and that’s the spark that ignites the inferno CRASH! – a deafening explosion of sound erupts from the kitchen as your magic, fueled by raw jealousy, seizes the fine porcelain set – your herd’s cherished treasure for intimate celebrations – and hurls it to the floor with a force that shakes the house Shards scatter like your composure, a glittering testament to your unraveling restraint Anon leaps up, stammering, “S-sorry, Twilight, I’ll check on that!” and bolts to the kitchen, leaving you and Coco with the oblivious alicorn

You and Coco rise as one, moving with predatory grace to flank Twilight, sitting so close she can feel the heat radiating off you Your eyes burn into her, twin tempests of jealousy and primal claim, while Coco’s tail lashes like a whip, her breath sharp and seething Twilight blinks, confusion knitting her brow: “Uh… girls, is something wrong?” Then it hits her – the potent, unmistakable musk of your and Coco’s barely concealed desire, no longer fully masked by the lavender-rose perfume you’d drenched yourselves in Anon hadn’t caught it, too distracted, but Twilight’s alicorn senses lock onto it, and her face ignites a crimson so vivid it could rival a sunset “I-I-I’m so sorry!” she squeaks, wings flaring in panic as she scrambles to her hooves, knocking over a teacup in her haste She’s out the door faster than a Sonic Rainboom, a trail of mortified magic sparkles and stammered apologies in her wake: “I-I didn’t mean to—oh, Celestia, I’m so sorry!” You turn to Coco, who opens her mouth: “If she’d just caught our mood soon–” “Don’t,” you hiss, voice sharp as a blade but trembling with desperate need. “Bedroom. Now. Strip the sheets. I’m bringing Anon up.” All you crave – no, demand – is your stallion, your heart’s other half, to envelop you in his arms, to growl that he loves you, as he does in every stolen moment you three share Work, boutiques, the world itself can burn – you’re done letting anything rob you of this Brushing off the chaos, you rise, smoothing your mini-miniskirt with a trembling hoof, and stalk toward the kitchen Your tail sways in sync with your hips, each step a sultry vow as you close in on Anon – your anchor, your fire, your everything Submission is Magic, and you’re ready to drown in it, with Coco at your side and Anon claiming you both in a blaze of passion

Generic ending:

Be Anon, lying in the quiet warmth of your bedroom, enveloped in a soft blanket with Rarity and Coco, the heartbeats of your little herd The air is thick with the afterglow of passion, but it’s the tender intimacy now that anchors you, a profound connection that feels like home Rarity’s head rests on your left shoulder, her silken mane spilling over your chest like a cascade of starlight, her face serene yet glowing with a deep, satisfied yearning even in sleep Her gentle breaths carry the faintest hint of her lavender-rose perfume, a reminder of her elegance and the fierce love she pours into your shared life Coco’s curled against your right side, her soft muzzle pressed to your heart, a contented smile gracing her lips as her steady breathing syncs with yours Her warmth, her quiet strength, feels like a promise – she’s your partner in this wild, beautiful dance of a herd Your arms encircle them both, holding them close, each mare a piece of your soul you never knew you were missing until Equestria brought you together Your face is painted with red and pink lipstick marks, a chaotic map of their earlier fervor, each kiss a declaration of their claim on you, and yours on them You might’ve gone a touch too far with the “punishment” for their teasing – your right hand still tingles, faintly red from the firm spanks you delivered to your mischievous mares But the way they melted into you after, their eyes shining with trust and adoration, told you they craved every second of it, just as you craved giving it Thank Celestia for the soundproofing spell on this room – the symphony of gasps, giggles, and whispered pleas would’ve had Ponyville gossiping for weeks

Cont.

Your gaze drifts to the bedside table, where two nearly empty vials catch the moonlight, their rosy shimmer unmistakable: fertility potions, crafted for human-pony compatibility Both Rarity and Coco in heat at once? You hadn’t seen that coming, but the thought sends a surge of warmth through you, deeper than desire It’s the vision of your family growing – tiny hooves, bright eyes, maybe a unicorn’s spark or an earth pony’s quiet strength, all born from this unbreakable bond You can almost see it: Rarity fussing over their outfits, Coco teaching them to sew, you chasing them through the boutique, laughter filling every corner The thought makes your chest ache with a love so fierce it’s almost overwhelming, a vow to protect and cherish this life you’re building You’re grateful Twilight fled when she did, her tomato-red exit sparing you an awkward explanation – but you know the Mane Six will come knocking soon, curious and nosy Pinkie’s endless questions, Rainbow’s smirks, Applejack’s raised brow – you’ll face it all, because this herd, this family, is worth every bit of teasing Equestrian magic made this possible, and you’ll thank the stars every day for it Your voice is a soft murmur, thick with emotion: “Our family’s gonna grow… and I wouldn’t trade this for anything.” You look at Rarity, her elegance softened by sleep, and Coco, her gentle strength a quiet beacon, and feel a swell of devotion that could outshine the sun They’re your everything – your partners, your loves, the mares who make every struggle, every moment apart, worth it for nights like this With their warmth pressed against you, their trust woven into every touch, you let sleep pull you under, cradled by the mares who hold your heart Submission is Magic, but this – this is love, fierce and eternal, a family bound by choice and magic, ready to grow stronger together

>>42641369
Good story, even if it lacked some NSFW moments for the closure.

>>42641475
Thanks for reading it.

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Name me a story involving tamed gryphons.

>>42641932
There was one in spg (or here? I can't recall) but the writefag disappeared after a few chapters.

>>42642371
Is it the one where anon also had the princesses as his slaves, and the gryphon was sort of his assistant ? Cause if so I cant remember the name of it.

>>42642397
I don't think that was it what I have in my mind.
I checked the spg archives, and all the greens featuring a griffon are 9+ year old. No wonder I don't remember anything from them.
https://poneb.in/zmfZ0QKQ
https://poneb.in/8dd8wNyD
https://poneb.in/FpSg9TBv
https://poneb.in/Ay9ifYBL

>>42637852
>>42631719
Speaking of the archives: https://ponepaste.org/7446
grapenut, if you read this, change "Poneb" to "Ponebin" in the links.

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Any good mental torture fics?

>>42642723
Do you have any examples ? The concept sounds good but its hard to find something like this that doesnt end up with suicide or a happy ending.

>>42643126
Maybe the original SiM story by mr nameless? Albeit it's been 10+ years since I have read it, so it might not be a good example.

>>42643186
If it had mental torture then it was probably more present in those one offs that were added later on. I dont remember Octavia herself going through that under NMM's abuse.

>>42642413
Thanks for the links, although these stories are too mild for what Im after. Also Im surprised /spg/ was already this light handed with their theme 9 years ago. I thought they had just mellowed out over the years.

>>42643497
It was always like this. In the early days there were long fights to rename the thread to white knight general.

Be [Pony], lost in a haze of anticipation and darkness

You have no idea how long you’ve been like this, senses stripped away, time a distant memory

Your eyes are shrouded by a soft, snug mask, plunging you into pitch black
A ring gag keeps your mouth open, the plastic ball strapped against it adding a deliciously humiliating edge

Your ears are plugged with perfectly fitted blockers, muffling the world to nothing but your own heartbeat

No warmth, no chill—just the sterile scent of alcohol, the kind you use to clean animal wounds, tickling your nose

Your wings? Trapped in a tight harness, unable to twitch or flex, their sensitivity dulled to a frustrating hum

You should be panicking, but Celestia help you, this is exactly what you’ve been craving

Two long months waiting for your husband—your human—to return from his work trip in Las Pegasus

His job, some intense, full-body labor on maintenance of the city, kept him away far too long

You’re grateful for the absorption of the suit, or the bedroom carpet would’ve needed replacing from all your… anticipation

Your cheeks burn, breath hitching as your mind wanders to him—his voice, his touch, the way he knows you

By Celestia, you’re practically trembling, aching for him to walk through that door and—

Plap! A sharp, searing sting blooms across your right flank, lighting up your nerves like a firework

You gasp through the gag, a needy whimper escaping, because damn, that wasn’t nearly enough

As if he’s reading your mind, another plap lands on your left flank, then the right again

You lose count, each smack a jolt of heat and want, your breathing ragged, desperate, pleading for more
The word “Canela” sits in the back of your mind, a playful safe word, a nod to your shared love of silly, spicy games
But you don’t need it—not now, not when every fiber of you is singing for him to keep going

The spanks cease abruptly, leaving your hindquarters a throbbing inferno, the tingling aftermath a cruel whisper of electricity dancing across your skin, every twitch amplifying the void

Saliva pools and drips unchecked from your gaping mouth, the gag's ball a slick, oppressive barrier that chokes your pleas into wet, incoherent gurgles

The humiliation crashes over you like a wave, your core clenching in exquisite agony, needing him to push you further into this sensory hell

Suddenly, a rough yank on your mane—his grip iron-strong, hauling you upright with a jolt that sends sparks down your spine, your scalp tingling from the pull

His fingers brush your neck, warm and calloused, as he guides your head to his shoulder, the solid heat of his body a lifeline in the darkness

You feel him fumbling at the knots, the straps loosening with tantalizing slowness, the plastic ball finally freeing your tongue, leaving it raw and slick against the metal ring's cold, saliva-drenched edge

Your tongue lolls instinctively, tasting the metallic tang mixed with your own essence, a shiver rippling through you as freedom teases but doesn't fully arrive

Then—shockwaves—he seizes the moment, his mouth enveloping yours, teeth sinking into your tongue with just enough pressure to pin it, a possessive bite that steals your breath

His tongue invades, swirling and savoring yours in a dance of heat and flavor, every stroke a bolt of euphoria that floods your senses, your body melting into liquid fire

The rush is overwhelming, indescribable ecstasy crashing through you, tremors wracking your frame as he tugs gently on your tongue, drawing out whimpers that vibrate against his lips

Your breaths come in frantic, heaving gasps, desire coiling tighter, every cell screaming for him to devour you whole

Then he releases, and you whine softly, needy mewls escaping as your body surges forward on instinct, hooves wrapping around him in a desperate embrace, clinging to his warmth like it's your only anchor

You can't let go, won't— the thought of separation a dagger to your heart, your trembling form pressed against him, begging without words

A faint pop pierces the silence as he removes one earplug, his voice a shy, husky murmur brushing your ear: “Canela…”

The safe word hits like a thunderclap, jolting you from the brink, your body rebelling against the halt as the inferno inside rages for release

Shock floods you, the fire clawing at your restraint, but trust wins— you force calm through gritted teeth, pulling away with agonizing reluctance, every inch a battle against the ache that screams to consume you

Be Anon, a weathered worker for a top-tier maintenance company, sweating through pipeline jobs in Equestria’s sprawling cities
They weren’t lying when they said stallions—human or pony—get hired on the spot in this world, but damn, the months away from home carve a hollow ache in your chest
You’re finally back, heart pounding with the need to reclaim every lost moment with Fluttershy, your wife, your everything
Your little fillies, those bright-eyed blessings, are off with their grandparents for the week, leaving you and your mare a sacred slice of solitude
The game—your intimate ritual of trust and desire—has always been your way of reconnecting, of pouring every ounce of love into each other after time apart
Fluttershy’s in deep, bound and trembling under the sensory spell you’ve woven: a velvet mask sealing her in darkness, a ring gag stretching her jaw, the slick plastic ball strapped tight against her tongue, dripping with her saliva in a way that tugs at your soul
Earplugs drown her in silence, save for the frantic rhythm of her heart, and a wing harness binds her sensitive feathers, leaving her quivering with frustrated need
Her sweet, musky scent—wildflowers and something primal—floods your senses, unraveling your restraint, driving you to the edge of madness
You’re both teetering on the brink of something electric, a reunion you’ve ached for through every lonely night in Las Pegasus
Then—BANG BANG BANG!—the front door shakes like a thunderclap, shattering the fragile intimacy
Fluttershy’s muffled squeak through the gag pierces your heart, and you know it’s Twilight Sparkle, that relentless, book-loving alicorn, at the worst possible moment
Desperation claws at you; you shout, “Coming, just a sec!” your voice raw with frustration, hoping to buy time
The knocking stops, but Twilight’s out there, probably clutching a scroll, oblivious to the sacred space she’s invading
Thank Celestia for those earplugs—Fluttershy’s still wrapped in her haze, unaware, her hooves clinging to you with desperate, trembling need, each touch a plea you can’t ignore

Every fiber of you screams to stay, to lose yourself in her, to hell with the world outside—but you can’t leave a princess on your doorstep, not even for this
Your heart twists as you lean close, brushing her mane with shaking fingers, and gently pull one earplug free
“Canela,” you whisper, voice thick with reluctance, shy and aching, the safe word a bittersweet anchor to the trust that binds you
She freezes, her body stiffening as the word cuts through her haze, the soft whimpers that had begged you to continue fading into silence
You carefully unstrap the ring gag, easing it out, and your chest tightens at the sight of her jaw clenching, teeth grinding with a raw, unspoken frustration that mirrors your own
Her trembling hasn’t stopped, the fire in her still roaring, and you hesitate, hand hovering over the blindfold, dreading the moment those teal eyes meet yours
They’ll be molten with longing, maybe even betrayal, and the thought of facing that intensity—knowing you’re the one pausing this—guts you
But Twilight’s waiting, and as much as it kills you, you have to step away, even if it feels like tearing your heart in two

Some one, ask me to where Twilight went, so here is the answer.

>>42644090
Best one you put out yet. You learned pretty quickly how write a good NSFW scene, especially on the mental buildup part.

>>42644090
Whose friend's partner is Twilight going to cock block next ?

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>>42645570
She'll still think Coco just wants her attention because of her belt, and make her do all of her mistress's dressings/undressings with her mouth.
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>Did you fuck Rarity yet anon ?

>>42644090
What do I call thi story in case the thread falls again ? I need something to reference it in the OP.

>>42650503
Working on a next part, a name?

Maybe Twilight misadvetures, like a theme, really names are not my forte.

Here the next part and victim of Twilight, the next part explain how she ended there:

Be Applejack, heart swelling with gratitude as Granny Smith takes Applebloom and your precious Apple Crush for the week, freeing you from the farm’s relentless demands

The constant grind of Sweet Apple Acres nearly made you miss this moment, this need that’s got your whole body thrumming like a plucked guitar string

You’re synced up with half of Ponyville’s mares—Rarity, Fluttershy, all caught in a blazing season of heat that’s got you dreaming of another little one
A colt this time, you hope, a sturdy little stallion to join your filly, to fill the farm with more love and chaos

Your thoughts drift as you drag a special trunk from under the bed, pulse racing with anticipation for what’s inside
It’s the outfit you commissioned from Rarity—oh, the scandalized gasp she let out when you described the materials, her face redder than a summer apple
With steady hooves, you slip into a black leather corset, its glossy surface clinging to your curves like a lover’s whisper, molding to every dip and swell of your strong, earthy frame

The leather’s cool, supple embrace sends shivers down your spine as you lace it up the front, each tug of the cords tightening it against your ribs, the pressure a delicious tease that makes your breath hitch

Your hooves, calloused from years of farm work, weave the laces into an intricate butterfly knot, the leather creaking sensually with every movement, highlighting your toned waist and flared hips in a way that feels downright sinful

Continuation:

Next, you ease on black lace stockings, the delicate, gossamer weave gliding over your hind legs like a lover’s caress, each thread kissing your sensitive skin with a tingling promise

The lace clings like a second skin, accentuating the powerful curve of your thighs, catching the light to showcase every muscle honed by years of bucking trees, a blend of strength and allure that makes your heart pound

Then, the pièce de résistance—a scandalously tiny black thong, barely a scrap of satin that you slide on with practiced ease, the fabric nestling against your intimacy with a possessive grip

It hugs your hindquarters, framing them with brazen confidence, the taut material pulling just tight enough to send jolts of awareness through your core, amplifying the throbbing ache of your heat

Every shift of your hips makes the thong’s edges tease your skin, a constant reminder of the fire building low in your belly, begging for release
Finally, you lift a soft black fabric collar, its velvety texture a gentle weight as you fasten it around your neck, a quiet, sacred symbol of your devotion
It’s a vow to Anon, your human, the stallion who chose to walk this life with you, who holds your love, loyalty, and heart—yours and your daughter’s, born of this unbreakable bond

The collar’s softness comforts you, but it pales against the memory of Anon’s hands—rough from work, tender with love—tracing your mane, your flanks, setting your soul ablaze

You fight to steady your trembling hooves, the heat in your core flaring as you reach for a small perfume bottle
A quick spritz releases a cloud of apple and cinnamon, the sweet, spicy notes weaving with your natural musk—a heady, intoxicating blend that screams you and stokes your desire

You stifle a chuckle, recalling a tipsy mare’s night with Rarity and Coco, their giggles over “Canela” as a cheeky safe word, a private joke that now sets your cheeks burning

Your body shudders, a natural ache pulsing low, and you bite your lip to keep from whimpering, the need for Anon overwhelming

You can still feel his kisses—fierce, claiming, his tongue dominating yours in a dance that left you breathless, weak-kneed, and craving more

Another tremor hits, and—oh hayseeds—you catch a puff of steam escaping your nostrils, like you’re some lovesick dragon

You blush, shaking off memories of Pinkie’s wild stories from that same chat—focus, AJ, don’t go there!

“Where are you, my human stallion?” you murmur, voice thick with longing, determined to make these days a whirlwind of passion, to be bound, claimed, and held so tight you forget the world

The front door creaks open, and your heart leaps—Anon’s back from feeding the animals!

But then—by Celestia’s blazing sun—what in tarnation is Twilight Sparkle doing, pressed way too close to your Anon, the spinster alicorn practically draped over his side?

Be Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, heart still racing from narrowly escaping with your dignity intact

You’ve just fled from not one, but two near-disasters involving your friends in the throes of heat, their sweet, musky scents and radiating warmth practically suffocating

First, you blundered into Rarity and Coco Pommel’s boutique, their intense glares and potent pheromones making it clear you’d crashed a private moment
You rushed out of there faster than a Wonderbolt, but then—oh, Celestia—your sheer stupidity led you to interrupt Fluttershy

You’ll never forget the pegasus’s stare, those teal eyes blazing with a fury you didn’t think she was capable of, pinning you like a manticore’s prey

Her outfit—Vinyl suit—sent a flush through you, and you’re mortified to admit it excited you, the forbidden allure of it all too much to process

By Celestia, why are you so terrible at reading social cues? Fluttershy clearly misread your shock as something else entirely

Because—oh no, you can’t even think it—your wings betrayed you, flaring out in a humiliating wing boner that made your face burn hotter than the sun

Fluttershy’s fury escalated, her gentle demeanor replaced by a snarl, wings snapping back as she crouched like a predator ready to pounce

Teleporting away was the smartest move you’ve ever made, and now you’re here, outside Sweet Apple Acres, praying Applejack will be more forgiving

You just need a moment to breathe, to explain yourself, to avoid another mare’s wrath—please, let AJ be understanding

Be Anon, husband to the most incredible mare in Equestria, Applejack, the heart and soul of your world

You’re well aware of the heat wave gripping Ponyville—every mare in town seems to be synced up, and your human buddies, back early from their out-of-town jobs, are probably dealing with the same chaos

You’ll get the full scoop at next week’s bar hangout with the guys, but for now, you’re focused on your farm duties and the promise of time with your mare

You’ve just finished feeding the animals, the familiar rhythm of Sweet Apple Acres grounding you

Sweat clings to you, so you head to a quiet corner of the barn for a quick sponge bath, peeling off your damp, clinging shirt to reveal the hard-earned definition of your frame

The cool air kisses your skin as you wring out the sponge, water dripping in slow, glistening trails down your chiseled biceps, the muscles flexing with each twist

You dip the sponge again, dragging it across your broad chest, the cool water soothing your sculpted pectorals, taut from years of labor and training

Each stroke is deliberate, the damp cloth tracing the contours of your abs, rivulets of water catching in the dips of your toned torso, easing the heat of your worked muscles

You’re lost in the moment, oblivious to everything but the relief of the water and the thought of Applejack waiting for you inside

A loud gasp snaps you out of it, and you turn to see Twilight Sparkle standing there, eyes wide, wings flared stiff as iron rods

Oh, hell—those wings are a dead giveaway, and you realize too late you’ve just given the alicorn a front-row seat to a show you didn’t mean to put on

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Carat and Stick's epilogue scene.

>>42651762
>it only took Rarity until she got old to finally wear the collar

>>42637852
What's the full source in OPs image.

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/24439100/

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>>42652540
>>42652552
Same artist who drew this.

>>42652552
give me a twibooru link

>>42652587
https://twibooru.org/1200429

>>42652640
This image was already posted here a few times.

Be Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, and—oh, Celestia’s blazing mane—what have you walked into?

Your heart’s still pounding from your narrow escapes with Rarity, Coco, and Fluttershy, their heat-fueled glares and overwhelming scents chasing you across Ponyville

Now you’re outside Sweet Apple Acres, hoping for a moment of peace, but instead, you’ve stumbled into a scene that’s got your wings betraying you again

Anon, Applejack’s husband, is in the barn, shirtless, giving himself a sponge bath, and—sweet stars above—it’s a spectacle you weren’t prepared for

His scent hits you first, a heady mix of earthy musk and sharp, tangy sweat, like fresh-cut hay and cider apples, stirring a primal curiosity that makes your cheeks burn

Bad Twilight, bad! You shouldn’t be thinking this, but your eyes are glued to the way water glistens on his skin, tracing slow, tantalizing paths over his chiseled biceps

Each droplet catches the light, sliding down the hard planes of his pectorals, carved from years of farm labor, the sight sending a forbidden thrill through you

Your wings twitch, and—gasp—they flare out again, stiff as boards, a mortifying wing boner that screams your body’s betrayal louder than any spell

You’re frozen, heart racing, a chaotic swirl of guilt, fascination, and raw attraction churning in your chest, making your lavender coat feel too tight

Anon finally notices your gasp, turning to meet your gaze, and your blush deepens to a shade that obliterates your natural hue, leaving you a glowing tomato

Panic seizes you, and you do the only thing that makes sense—you throw yourself to the ground, hooves covering your face, wings still stubbornly flared, refusing to obey your shame

You lie there, mortified, silently cursing your inability to read situations, your body trembling with embarrassment and something you don’t dare name

Then, a gentle touch—a warm, calloused hand strokes your head, and you peek up to see Anon, now mercifully wearing his shirt, looking at you with kind, understanding eyes

“Hey, Twilight, it’s alright,” he says softly, his voice a soothing balm that only makes your heart ache harder

Before you can stop yourself, your body reacts on instinct—you launch forward, pressing your face against his chest, nuzzling softly against the worn fabric

His warmth, his steady heartbeat, it’s too much—tears prick your eyes as you mentally scream, Why can’t I learn to stop blundering into these moments?

The scent of him—earthy, masculine, with that cider-sharp edge—floods your senses, and for a fleeting second, you let yourself melt into the comfort, your wings trembling

After a few agonizing minutes, you pull back, sniffling, and Anon offers a reassuring smile. “Let’s find AJ and explain why you’re here.”

You nod, following him closely—too closely, another mistake, because his broad back and confident stride keep pulling your gaze, stirring that dangerous curiosity again

Oh, Celestia, why are you like this?

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>>42637852
Fixed it for ya.

Be Applejack, your blood a roaring inferno, every nerve alight as you stand in your bedroom, the outfit you’ve donned transforming your sturdy farm frame into a siren’s call

Sniff, sniff—Twilight’s scent clings to your Anon like a thief’s mark, and it ignites a possessive fury that has you teetering on the edge of unleashing a buck that could fell an apple tree

How dare she—your friend or not—let her lavender musk taint your stallion, the man who’s claimed your heart, body, and soul?

Without a thought, your hooves propel you forward, each step a hypnotic, predatory sway, the black leather corset squeezing your curves like a lover’s iron grip, its glossy sheen glistening under the light as it sculpts your waist into an hourglass of raw power and allure

The leather creaks with every breath, the laces’ butterfly knot pulling taut against your heaving chest, sending electric pulses through your skin, your heat surging as the pressure teases your sensitive flesh

Black lace stockings sheath your hind legs, their intricate, silken threads caressing every inch like whispered promises, the fabric stretching over your toned thighs, catching the light to accentuate the flex of muscle beneath, a blend of strength and seduction that makes your pulse thunder

That minuscule black thong—scarcely more than a sinful ribbon of satin—clings desperately to your hindquarters, its unyielding embrace digging into your skin, framing and lifting your curves with brazen intent, each subtle shift igniting sparks of pleasure-pain that radiate to your core, amplifying the throbbing, liquid heat pooling low in your belly

The soft black fabric collar encircles your neck like a velvet chain, a potent symbol of your surrender to Anon, but it’s the outfit’s wicked design—leather binding, lace teasing, satin claiming—that whispers dark promises, turning the everyday bare-coated mare into a vision of forbidden temptation, where intent alone weaves the spell of desire

Your tail lashes, hips rolling with unbridled lust and devotion, eyes locking onto Twilight with a haughty, venomous smirk that dares her to challenge your claim

She’s your friend—barely excusable as a social misfit—but rules are rules: no mare touches what’s yours without facing the storm

You close the distance, halting inches from them, your apple-cinnamon perfume laced with your potent, musky heat enveloping Anon like a spell, a deliberate mark of ownership

His eyes devour you—corset, stockings, thong, collar—his cheeks flushing deep as he inhales your scent, a slow, predatory grin spreading, his gaze darkening with hunger

That’s right, darlin’, you think, time to evict the intruder

“Twilight!” you purr, voice a husky drawl reserved for Anon’s ears alone, now dripping with savage delight. “Sugar, normally I’d sugarcoat it, but not today—git!”

Your eyes gleam with wicked malice, boring into her as she quivers—fear, arousal, who cares?—her wings twitching before she poof teleports away in a burst of sparkles and humiliation

Alone at last, the air thick with electric tension, your body aching for release

Before you can react, Anon’s arms engulf you, crushing you against his bare chest, the heat of his skin searing through you like wildfire

You nuzzle fiercely, grinding your cheek against him, imprinting your scent, erasing any foreign trace—your friends know better, but if they forget, you’ll remind them

Riiip! The thong shreds under his grip, the sharp tear sending a jolt of stinging ecstasy through your intimacy, your core clenching in delicious agony

His hands seize your face, calloused fingers digging in as he claims your mouth in a brutal, needy kiss, his tongue invading, tangling, dominating yours in a frenzy that leaves you gasping, melting

Every inhibition shatters—the farm, Twilight, the world—lost in the overwhelming tide of his love, fierce and unyielding, your body surrendering to the storm of passion you’ve both craved

You tremble in his hold, heart and heat entwined, lost in the man who makes you feel utterly claimed, utterly cherished

I think, I got the hang of the erotica side:

Be Rainbow Dash, Equestria’s untamed speed queen, your heart a runaway freight train, slamming against your ribs as you’re caught in a maelstrom of raw, aching need

Your body’s trapped in a Wonderbolt-blue “leotard” that’s pure provocation, the electric-blue fabric with gold lightning bolts clinging like a jealous lover, stretched so tight it molds to every lean muscle, plunging low to expose the rapid rise and fall of your chest

It narrows to a viciously tiny thong, the satin biting into your hips, gripping your sleek hindquarters with cruel precision, each shift a searing jolt that amplifies the primal heat roaring through your core

You hate admitting it—your aerodynamic flanks lack the lush curves of Spitfire, your herd’s commanding, sun-hot lead mare—but this outfit turns your streamlined form into a weapon of raw, untamed allure, every inch screaming take me

Spitfire’s beside you, poured into the same sinful garment, the fabric straining against her chiseled curves, her golden coat blazing like molten fire under the taut, glossy sheen

Both of you are bound, muzzles clamped with soft, padded gags that stifle your gasps, wings shackled in satin restraints—silky as a caress but unyielding as iron, crushing your feathers, stealing the sky’s freedom and leaving a pulsing, maddening ache that claws at your soul

The satin’s slick, relentless grip on your wings is a torment, each futile twitch sending electric shocks through your nerves, stoking the inferno in your belly to a near-breaking point

You and Spitfire are locked in place, forced to watch Anon—your herd’s rugged, heart-stealing human, the only stallion who commands your wild skies—unleash his dominance on Cloud Chaser, your third herd-sister

Cloud Chaser’s a writhing mess, hooves clamped around Anon’s shoulders in a desperate, clawing grip, her tongue lolling from her muzzle, eyes glazed in a haze of shattering ecstasy as her body convulses through a climax that shakes her to her core

Anon seizes her mane, his grip firm yet reverent, and slams his lips against hers in a kiss that’s pure, savage conquest—his tongue claiming hers in a fierce, unrelenting dance that makes your thighs quiver, your core clenching so hard it hurts

Holy Celestia, when he bites her tongue—gentle but possessive, tugging just enough to make her arch and whimper into his mouth—your body ignites, a molten flood of heat surging through you, the leotard’s suffocating grip and soaked thong a torturous prison against your burning skin

Your breaths are ragged, desperate heaves, muffled by the gag, each inhale a struggle against the fabric’s chokehold, your chest heaving as the ache in your core screams for release, for him

You glance at Spitfire, her breaths jagged, primal, her amber eyes blazing with feral, unquenchable hunger as she drinks in Anon claiming Cloud Chaser as yours, the sight fueling her fire like a volcano ready to erupt

It’s excruciating—you need him, your body a live wire begging for his hands, his dominance, to break you apart and remake you in his fire, to drown you in the storm you share

Thud! The spell shatters as Anon lowers Cloud Chaser to the ground, her body limp, spent, a low, blissful moan escaping her as she trembles in afterglow

A shadow of worry flickers in Anon’s eyes—raw, heart-wrenching concern for her, for all of you, his herd, cutting through the haze like a beacon

You flush beneath the gag, a tidal wave of love crashing over the lust; that damn, beautiful fool, always checking if you’re okay, even when you’re tougher than a dragon’s hide

He doesn’t need to fuss—you, Spitfire, and Cloud Chaser are built for storms—but his tenderness, his care, makes your heart soar faster than any Rainboom, binding you tighter to him

You’re ready to burn for your turn, the safe word “Canela” a faint echo in your mind, buried under the screaming need to dive into this primal dance of trust, passion, and unbreakable bond

>>42654182
Yeah you definitely are.
>Spitfire, your herd’s commanding, sun-hot lead mare
Nice choice with the ranking.

>>42654191
>Your breaths are ragged, desperate heaves, muffled by the gag, each inhale a struggle against the fabric’s chokehold
Hoping someone in the trio gets fucked while still wearing that suffocating gag.

>>42654345
Sorry, to disappoint.

Let me fix the next part, for now:

Be Spitfire, commander of the Wonderbolts, a blazing icon in the skies, revered by countless fans, but right now, you’re a trembling wreck, your heart a molten crucible of longing and raw, aching need

Your body screams, a searing, throbbing ache pulsing deep in your core, the electric-blue Wonderbolt “leotard”—a glorified bikini—clinging to your curves like a possessive vow, its gold lightning bolts glinting as it molds to every inch of your powerful frame

The fabric plunges low, baring the frantic heave of your chest, narrowing to a brutally tiny thong that bites into your hips, gripping your toned hindquarters with a vicious intensity that sends jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your soul, amplifying the wildfire of your heat

It’s a cruel irony—your chiseled, athletic form doesn’t boast the lush curves of some mares, but this outfit, taut and unforgiving, transforms you into a vision of raw, commanding allure, every movement a siren’s call

By your side, Rainbow Dash mirrors you in the same scandalous garb, her lean frame taut under the fabric’s grip, but it’s you who feels the weight of this moment, your core burning with unbearable need

Padded gags silence your gasps, muzzles soft yet unyielding, while your wings—your pride, your freedom—are shackled in satin restraints, their silken cruelty crushing your feathers, denying the sky and sending electric tremors through your nerves, each futile twitch a torment that stokes the inferno within

Watching Anon—your herd’s sole human, the man who claimed your heart and those of Rainbow Dash and Cloud Chaser—dominate Cloud Chaser is both agony and ecstasy

She’s a quivering ruin, hooves clawing at his shoulders, tongue lolling in a haze of earth-shattering bliss, her eyes glazed as she rides a climax that shakes her to her very core

Anon grips her mane, firm yet reverent, and crashes his lips into hers, his tongue claiming hers in a savage, soul-searing kiss that makes your body clench, a desperate ache flooding your veins

When he bites her tongue—gentle but commanding, tugging with just enough force to make her arch and whimper—you’re consumed, a molten wave of need crashing through you, the thong’s relentless grip and soaked fabric a torture against your burning skin

Your breaths are frantic, ragged heaves, muffled by the gag, each inhale a battle against the leotard’s suffocating hold, your core pulsing with a hunger so fierce it threatens to unravel you

You glance at Rainbow Dash, her breaths as labored as yours, her teal eyes blazing with primal, unquenchable desire as she watches Anon claim what’s yours—your herd, your love, your everything

It’s torture—you crave his hands, his fire, to be broken and remade under his dominance, to drown in the bond that ties you all

But then—darkness creeps in, a jagged memory slicing through the heat, your heart twisting with a pain you thought you’d buried

The first three years of your herd were a desolate wasteland—three fierce mares, you, Rainbow, and Cloud Chaser, shunned by stallions who recoiled from your strength, your intensity, deeming you too much

The rejection seared your souls, nights spent aching for a touch that never came, the sting of being unwanted carving scars that still throb when you let your guard down

You recall the one stallion you coaxed into joining, only for him to bolt after a single night, terrified by your desires, your games, leaving you three shattered, questioning if you’d ever find someone to embrace you

Tears spill before you can stop them, hot and silent, soaking the gag, your bound wings trembling as the old wounds rip open, the loneliness threatening to swallow you

Then—salvation. Anon’s calloused hands cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears with a tenderness that breaks your heart anew, his touch a lifeline pulling you from the abyss

He undoes your gag with heartbreaking care, the muzzle falling away, and you watch him free Rainbow Dash with the same reverence, his eyes soft but burning with love

You brace for the game to halt, but instead, he leans in, kissing you—soft at first, a gentle promise that deepens into a desperate, ravenous blaze, his lips searing yours with a need that banishes the past

His tongue claims yours, fierce and unrelenting, a storm that screams you’re mine, forget everything but us, and you pour yourself into it, kissing back with a hunger that’s both fury and salvation, your soul begging to drown in his love

A sharp whimper cuts through—Rainbow Dash, her face crimson, teeth gritted, eyes pleading with raw, desperate need as she watches, her body trembling for her turn

Anon doesn’t falter; his hand shoots out, seizing her multicolored mane with a rough, possessive edge, yanking her into a bruising kiss that’s all fire and dominance

She melts under him, reveling in the roughness, and you know she’s soaring, just as you are, in the storm of his claim
Anon—this human, the first to see you, to hear your desires without flinching, to learn your games despite his monogamous roots—found the balance, his fear of hurting you tempered by a strength that commands your skies

At first, he hesitated, wary of your intensity, but now he’s a force, dominating with a care that makes your heart ache, proving he’s yours as much as you’re his

Your hoof drifts lower, no shame, no restraint—not here, with the herd you love, the mares and man who make you whole

“Show her who she belongs to, my love,” you rasp, voice thick with need, your core throbbing as you lose yourself in the primal, unbreakable bond you share

Be Rainbow Dash, Equestria’s fastest pegasus, your heart pounding like a thunderstorm, body trembling with a need so fierce it’s practically tearing you apart

Damn it all, you don’t care if that whimper made you sound desperate—it’s your turn, and you’re burning for Anon, your herd’s human, the stallion who sets your skies ablaze

His kisses are a wildfire, the taste of his saliva—salty, warm, intoxicating—flooding your senses as he grips your multicolored mane, firm but never cruel, each tug sending electric shocks down your spine that make your core clench with maddening want

The memory of the gag’s pressure lingers, your breaths still short from its earlier restriction, a dizzying thrill that amplified every sensation, leaving you raw and craving more

His hands—calloused, strong, but so damn careful—move to your Wonderbolt-blue leotard, the fabric stretched to its limit across your lean, athletic frame, clinging like a jealous lover

Rrrrip! He tears it apart, the sharp sound of shredding satin echoing as the fabric peels away from your coat, the sudden exposure igniting a blaze across your skin, your hindquarters twitching as the thong’s remnants fall, baring your heated flesh

Your liquid heat betrays you, a rush that spills freely, a primal signal that you’re beyond ready, your body screaming for him to claim you

He spins you with a rough edge, hoisting you onto his lap, and—sweet Celestia—you let out a choked scream, your face frozen in a mix of shock and searing pleasure, eyes wide, mouth open, every nerve alight

The world narrows to him—his touch, his scent, his dominance tempered by love—his hands rough but reverent, grazing your flanks, your neck, each contact a spark that fuels the inferno in your core

His lips find your neck, kissing, nipping, each press a jolt that makes you cry out, begging for more, your voice raw with need as you arch into him

You’re his mare, his woman, as he calls you, and in this moment, you’re nothing else—your body demands this, craves the fire of your heat, the primal urge that every mare in Equestria knows
It’s not just the heat talking—it’s the deep, aching need to create something born of this love, this bond, a foal to carry your heart and his into the world

You shatter, a climax that rips through you like a Sonic Rainboom, his warmth flooding you as you smile through tears, a trembling hoof drifting to your belly, caressing it instinctively, joy and certainty washing over you

You know it’s done—Cloud Chaser and Spitfire, your herd-sisters, share this same hope, their own moments with Anon promising new life for your family

You’re not alone in this bliss, this dream of a future woven from love, trust, and the unbreakable bond of your herd

I'm not good writing Breath-play, first time, hope that is of the like of all, when reading this:

Be Spitfire, commander of the Wonderbolts, a blazing force of nature, but right now, you’re a trembling inferno, every nerve raw with a need that’s tearing you apart

You watch Anon, your herd’s human, your heart’s anchor, gently lower Rainbow Dash to the ground, her body limp from bliss but still bound in her restraints, a silent promise of more to come

His care for her, for all of you, makes your chest ache, but the fire in your core burns hotter, demanding its turn

He picks up a padded gag, and your breath catches, heart pounding as you lurch to your hooves, heedless of the damp stain spreading across the bedroom carpet—that’s why it’s there, after all

You try to sit, to meet him with the same fiery confidence you command in the skies, but your body’s too sensitive, too raw from the earlier torment of your Wonderbolt-blue leotard and its cruel thong

Your legs buckle, and you collapse to the floor, a soft whimper escaping as the satin wing restraints bite tighter, sending electric jolts through your bound feathers

Anon kneels, his calloused hands lifting you with a tenderness that steals your breath, pulling you against his chest, your back pressed to his warmth, his heartbeat a steady drum against your trembling frame

Before you can brace yourself, he fits the gag over your muzzle, its soft padding covering your mouth and nose, tightening just enough to make each breath a shallow, labored gasp

The restriction is a dizzying thrill, each strained inhale heightening your senses, your core pulsing with a primal, desperate need as the sensation of his control floods through you

Rrrrip! His hands tear the lower half of your leotard, the thong’s satin shredding against your intimacy, the sharp sting igniting a wildfire that makes you arch, a muffled moan choking against the gag

Your liquid heat betrays you, spilling freely, a raw signal that you’re beyond ready, your body screaming for him to claim you, to make you his

Without warning, he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your barrel, his grip firm yet reverent as you move with his rhythm, riding the storm of his dominance

Your breaths are erratic, shallow gasps through the gag, each one fueling the fervor that consumes you, your body melding with his, becoming one in a dance of raw, unyielding passion

You chase the edge, craving the climax, the prize—a foal, maybe twins if Celestia grants her blessing—a dream born of this love, this herd, this unbreakable bond

The warmth of his release pushes you past the breaking point, your eyes rolling back as the gag stifles your scream, pleasure crashing through you like a meteor, leaving you trembling in its wake

Your vision clears, and you see Rainbow Dash and Cloud Chaser drawing near, their faces glowing with shared joy, their own hopes for new life mirrored in your heart

Anon eases you down, his touch gentle as he removes the gag, and you gulp air, chest heaving, savoring the rush of freedom as you melt into him

He curls around you on the floor, his head resting against your cheek, nuzzling softly as his arms encircle your belly, a silent promise of the life you’ll create together

Tears spill—not from pain, but from a radiant, overwhelming happiness, your herd complete, the promise of new foals binding you closer in the months to come

Rainbow Dash slides in behind Anon, her warmth a steady presence, while Cloud Chaser presses against your front, her hooves wrapping around you, enveloping you in her love

You’re all tangled together, a perfect knot of devotion—until Rainbow Dash bolts up with a muttered, “Gimme a sec, bathroom break!”

You chuckle softly, too blissed out to care, and let yourself drift into a contented doze, surrounded by the warmth of your herd, your heart full

The end for now:

Be Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, and—oh, Celestia’s eternal sun—what have you done?

You’ve just teleported into the Wonderbolts’ private loft, hoping to escape your string of catastrophic blunders with Rarity, Fluttershy, and Applejack, only to stumble into something so intimately raw it sears your soul

Your magical senses flare, a faint glow in your eyes confirming what you dread—Rainbow Dash, Spitfire, and Cloud Chaser are all pregnant, Rainbow and Spitfire carrying twins, too early to discern genders but undeniable in your alicorn perception

Your heart lurches, guilt and awe crashing together, but before you can process—THUMP!—you’re airborne, slamming into the plush, carpeted floor with a force that rattles your ribs, pain blooming despite your alicorn resilience

You try to gasp, but the soundproofed room swallows your voice, and Spitfire’s voice cuts through like a blade, dripping with righteous fury

“Didn’t think you’d be a shameless voyeur, Twilight!” she snarls, her amber eyes blazing, wings twitching in their satin restraints, poised like a predator ready to strike

You freeze, mind racing—how did she know?—as she stalks closer, her leotard torn but still clinging to her curves, the remnants of her thong a testament to the intensity you interrupted

“This place is warded with runes,” she hisses, “set up after fans—crazed idiots pissed about us marrying a ‘two-legs’—tried breaking in. So, as my friend, you get one damn chance to explain why you’re spying!”

Her words hit like a hoof to the gut, and you glance at Rainbow Dash, her wings still bound but flared in a hunting stance, eerily like Fluttershy’s earlier glare, her teal eyes promising a reckoning

Oh, Tartarus, you were caught—not just witnessing, but lingering, your wings betraying you with another mortifying flare, a wing boner that screams your guilt louder than any spell

Spitfire’s shout is pure rage, justified after a day that’s spiraled from bad to catastrophic, and you’re the final straw in her herd’s sacred moment

You stammer, desperate to explain it was a teleportation mishap, a panicked escape from Applejack’s wrath, but the words stick in your throat, drowned by the weight of your shame

By Celestia, you swear on every star in Equestria—next time, you’re sending letters, telegrams, smoke signals before leaving Canterlot, anything to avoid crashing another herd’s intimate storm

All you can do is pray Spitfire believes it was an accident, because the alternative—facing the combined fury of Rainbow Dash, Cloud Chaser, and their human—is a nightmare you won’t survive

Does Wizard Anon still vist the thread?

>>42656771
I doubt it.

>>42656771
Did he use to write any greens ?

>>42657410
The Wizzard Anon green where Anon uses Sunset as a magic battery and fucks her.

>>42657512
I want to find more stories where unicorns go through that.

>>42657836
That one was EQG

>>42642428
>change "Poneb" to "Ponebin" in the links.
Wilco, by your command.

>>42657901
Just noticed I lined the wrong paste. I meant this one: https://ponepaste.org/7575
>Pastebin / Poneb
to
>Pastebin / Ponebin

>>42656282
Not bad for the first time, just gotta remember that the struggle to breath is a big part of the appeal in that kink. Having more emphasis on how each thrust made it harder for her breath to keep up and yet it made her hornier than ever would have upped a notch. Or even having Rainbow or Cloud Chaser give teasing comments on their herdmate's freaky tastes during the act.

>>42657854
Well I still want to read about actual ponies going through that.

>>42657907
No worries, we are the same person. Also name change done. Will there be anything else?

>>42657934
Thanks! I got nothing else right now.

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Cadence should make her debase herself in front of her former employers.

>>42659022
This really could use dildo gag edit, with bulge on her throat instead of those small bone bumps.

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>>42659022
Half dressed gags should be a more common theme.

I am reading pink haze on my phone, and uhh pone paste is not letting me zoom out to see, the full lines at times.

I also can’t zoom out when searching for stories on the archive. Like it does not load

This kinktober has been kind of weak so far.
https://derpibooru.org/images/3686963

It's been 1,5 month since the last Carat and Stick update. Btw, where did that name come from?

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There isn't much submissive stallion stories here. I can't recall a single one of them.

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>>42666549
Frustrated dom who's begging for a role reversal.

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>>42669130
I don't like full latex suites.

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>>42669673
Why not anon?

>>42669723
It does not appeal to me. The pony is boiling alive in such a suit.

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I draw the line at latex socks and corsets.

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>>42670408
Depends on the activity, and the headcanon we want to take to justify full time athletes being able to use a fullbody suit like that. Are they always soaked inside it ? Magic latex ? Wing and muzzle holes are enough to circulate air into the suit ?

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>>42670408
Also the idea of Vinyl making Tavi carrying her like that under the sun is hot, in both senses. Like a more grueling alternative that Octavia would have stubbornly picked instead of wearing the lovely tack her mistress gifted her, all because she wants to avoid revealing her slave status in public.

Any sign of the other green writers ?

>>42657854
Yeah, but I miss it, I like the premise of an anon trying to go to Equestria, and that is the plot point of the EQG story. I hope it comes back or they say something.

>>42664818
We need something with shining armour or Spike

>>42671895
Spike's life as Twilight's actual pet ?
https://twibooru.org/3491789

>>42665507
>Wants to follow her sister's slutty ways but never learned how to pick good company.
https://derpibooru.org/images/1439136

>>42673573
unf

Trying something related to hidden clubs:

Be Octavia, Ponyville’s premier cellist, a mare of poise and precision, but right now, you’re a seething storm of frustration, exhaustion, and—Celestia forgive you—more frustration

The stallions in the orchestra have been unbearable these past months, their egos bloated like overripe fruit, demanding perfection while your patience unravels thread by thread

Meanwhile, your fellow mares—Lyra, Bon Bon, that bubbly flutist—strut around radiant, giggling like schoolfillies, their coats gleaming as if they’ve discovered some forbidden elixir of joy

You’re half-tempted to wish a yoke would crash on their heads—no, a piano is too noble for such pettiness; let it be a yunke, something crude and fitting for your sour mood

“Tavi, you okay?” Vinyl Scratch’s voice pierces your haze, her crimson eyes narrowing as she leans in from across your shared apartment’s cluttered living room

You catch your reflection—wild eyes, a smile that’s more feral than refined—and force yourself to compose, banishing the dark thoughts with a shake of your head

“Ahem, Tavi?” Vinyl presses, tilting her head, her white coat paling under your lingering grin, a look that once sent Sol Harmony scrambling like a frightened colt

“We don’t speak of that idiot here,” you say, your voice a silky purr, the wide, toothy smile you flash making Vinyl’s ears flatten, her shades slipping down her nose

Okay, maybe you are spiraling—Vinyl’s coat is already white, so for her to look paler means you’re radiating enough menace to unsettle even a DJ who thrives on chaos

You take a deep breath, inhaling sharply through your nose, then exhale slowly, the tension easing as you ground yourself

But then—sniff—the air thickens with your own scent, the hormone suppressor you took failing under the stress, a musky, floral heat betraying your frustration

Celestia’s mane! You slap your hooves over your face, cheeks burning scarlet, the blush so vivid it rivals a stage spotlight, mortified as the aroma fills the room

Before you can spiral further, Vinyl’s at your side, her hooves lifting you into a warm, steady hug, her voice soft but firm. “Tavi, I get it. It hurts, doesn’t it? Not feeling that touch... from the opposite side.”

Her words hit like a bowstring snap, and you melt into the embrace, the unspoken ache of loneliness shared between you

She pulls back, her grin returning with a mischievous glint. “C’mon, let’s fix this. Get dolled up—best you can manage.”
Confused but trusting, you obey, primping your mane, adjusting your bowtie and collar until you look every inch the elegant musician

Continuation:

But Vinyl shakes her head at your ensemble. “Nah, lose the extras. The bowtie and collar are plenty—trust me.”

You blink, but comply, shedding the layers until you’re bare but for the simple accents, feeling exposed yet oddly liberated

As night falls, Vinyl drags you through Ponyville’s streets to the... human commerce district? A bustling zone built just a few years ago to accommodate the influx of humans to Equestria, filled with odd shops and unfamiliar scents
She hauls you into a comic store, of all places, the bell jingling as a portly human behind the counter looks up, his white tank top and denim shorts paired with blue socks and sneakers giving him a casual, unassuming air

“Ah, Miss Vinyl! We’ve been expecting you—and I see you’ve brought a guest?” His voice is jovial, but his eyes sharpen with curiosity

“Good evening, Hilton. This is Octavia, my roommate. I want to sponsor her as a VIP referral.”

The human nods, his expression turning serious as he presses a hidden button—the windows and door seal shut with a metallic clunk, shutters rolling down like a fortress locking in

“Right, a new member. If you’d kindly take a seat on the stool, Miss Octavia, the interview will be brief—but we need complete honesty.”

You perch on the stool, heart pounding, as the next 20 minutes unfold in a barrage of questions—personal, intimate, delving into desires you’ve barely whispered to yourself, each one stoking a fire in your core that leaves you squirming, your body heating up like a bow on overworked strings

By the end, you’re flushed, your lower half throbbing with an insistent ache, the urge to leap at this human stallion nearly overwhelming—Celestia, compose yourself, you’re a mare of refinement!

Hilton nods, satisfied, and hands you a silver card, your photo emblazoned on it alongside the phrase “Seguridad y Control!”

“Tavi, take this,” Vinyl says, grinning. “It’ll get you in anytime, even without me. There’s a quarterly fee, but trust me—you’ll love it. My crowd’s waiting downstairs, so don’t take too long... for your own good.”

She vanishes in a flash of teleportation magic, leaving you stunned—this isn’t her first time, clearly, her ease a dead giveaway

You clutch the card, piecing it together—this “comic shop” is a front for one of those whispered-about establos, Ponyville’s secret dens where mares pay handsomely to be mounted, dominated, and tamed by willing partners

Your body quivers, a cocktail of fear and desire churning in your gut, but the ache wins—you’re drawn to it, the promise of release too tempting to ignore

Following Vinyl’s gesture, you enter a vast wardrobe room, racks upon racks of intimate apparel, from lace lingerie to leather harnesses, basic stockings to elaborate hoods and suits that encase the head

Depraved, sinful, enticing—your hooves tremble as you select a pair of leather stockings, sliding them up your hind legs, the material hugging like a second skin, smooth and restrictive, sending shivers up your spine as it molds to your curves

Next, a matching leather corset, its glossy surface creaking as you lace it tight, the pressure squeezing your barrel, accentuating every breath, every flutter of your heart, the constriction igniting a slow burn in your core that makes your knees weak

You add a collar of the same sleek leather, its weight settling around your neck like a promise, the buckle clicking shut with a finality that sends a rush of heat through you

By the time you’re done, you’re panting, your body alight, lower regions throbbing with anticipation—the outfit a sensual armor, transforming your elegant form into something primal, needy

For a final touch, you snag a nearby vial, uncorking it to inhale a lilac-scented oil, its floral musk intoxicating; without hesitation, you dab it on your torso and neck, the cool liquid warming against your skin, blending with your natural scent in a heady, seductive haze

“Down the rabbit hole I go,” you murmur, steeling yourself with what little resolve remains, descending the stairs to the basement, each step a descent into the unknown thrill awaiting below

More later I will upload the next part.

Be Octavia, Ponyville’s refined cellist, heart hammering as you descend the dimly lit stairs into the sprawling basement of the comic shop, a secret stable pulsing with forbidden energy

The air hits you like a tidal wave, thick with the musky, intoxicating scent of countless mares in a frenzy, their coats slick with sweat, their breaths ragged as they chase ecstasy with their partners—humans, all of them, their presence a stark contrast to Equestria’s scarcity of stallions

Some mares pant, moaning with desperate need, their outfits bolder than yours—lace harnesses, leather straps, silken blindfolds covering their eyes, amplifying their surrender to the moment

Your leather stockings cling to your hind legs like a second skin, the corset’s glossy embrace squeezing your barrel, each breath a delicious struggle that stokes the fire in your core

The collar around your neck feels heavier now, a symbol of your choice to step into this den, and the lilac-scented oil on your torso and neck mingles with your own heat, a heady perfume that makes your head swim

Your body betrays you, a rush of warmth spilling down, soaking the plush carpet beneath—no shame here, not when the air itself is a symphony of desire, an orgy of scents and sounds that could unravel even the strongest mare

This stable—this hidden haven—thrives because mares like you, starved for touch, for passion, come here to be claimed, cherished, overwhelmed by pleasure in a world where stallions are rare

“Easy, little one,” a voice cuts through, firm with authority, snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts

You turn to face a pink-coated earth pony mare, a few years your senior but radiant with youth, her red mane and tail cascading like fire, her sapphire eyes glinting with a mix of pity and command, her cutie mark a comb and scissors

“I’m Cheerie Star, matron of this stable,” she says, her voice steady but kind. “I oversee everything. Sniff—straight to it, then. You’ll be paired with a human to act as your stallion. He’ll take a potion to prevent pregnancy, no matter how... thoroughly he claims you. Do you agree to these terms? If you can’t speak, just nod.”

Your throat tightens, words lost in the haze of your heat, but you manage a shaky nod, your body trembling with a mix of fear, anticipation, and raw need

Before you can brace yourself, Cheerie steps aside, and your face collides with the bare, sweat-slicked torso of a human, his scent—earthy, masculine, potent—flooding your senses

It’s a paradox: his presence soothes the frantic edge of your nerves but ignites an insatiable hunger, your core pulsing with a desperate ache that screams to be sated

You’re caught between the refined mare you are and the primal need driving you, your leather-clad body quivering as you stand on the edge of surrender, ready to plunge into the stable’s promise

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>>42677301
Bumping for more.

>>42677003
>leather
I know this isnt the kind of sin you are going for, but I wonder if any fetish writer ever tried venturing into the taboo of ponies wearing that material.

Link to pone paste:
https://ponepaste.org/11453

The second part tomorrow o more late, work is kicking my Ass.

And leather, without humans it could be a strong taboo, with humans it could vegan to fade, you know, no sentient animals.

And thanks for the image of Octavia

>>42678638
Either way I think some ponies would find a guilty pleasure in wearing it, like a certain yellow pegasus.

>https://ponepaste.org/11453
>stable series
Well you got a suggestion for the next character in case this really continues as a series.

>>42678738
Yep is a series, and first I need to end Octavia and the began Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, but I think that it would be on pone paste, or a few parts and then the link.

The next part on pone paste:

https://ponepaste.org/11455

>>42679098
I didnt think it was going to be a place to find life mates.
Are there any mares there who just want to get banged by strangers ?

>>42680744
Public section, they only pay to be banged, but they don't receive privacy.

The upper ones the VIP, are the more common to find a partner, working on that next part to explain the sections and explain how it formed on Ponyville.

Fluttershy Initiation

Be Fluttershy, Ponyville’s gentle animal caretaker and unofficial veterinarian, your heart fluttering like a caged bird as you wander the human commerce district, a vibrant hub built just two years ago to embrace Equestria’s strange new visitors from Earth

The district hums with life—human goods like tools, fabrics, and odd trinkets have won over ponies with startling speed, though some sparked fierce debate, like meat or mass-produced dairy, nearly inciting riots when mares learned how Earth cows are milked, pitting Equestria’s artisanal dairy against human industry

Ahem, you’re rambling—sorry. You’re here for a discreet errand, picking up custom textiles from a human tailor, items that clashed with pony norms but now ignite a secret fire in those who dare to indulge

You step into the tailor’s shop, the elderly human greeting you with a warm, knowing smile. “Miss Fluttershy, a pleasure as always. Your order’s ready—please, step into the fitting room to check the fit.”

He hands you a sleek black cardboard box, its weight promising something forbidden, and you nod shyly, slipping into a private cubicle, your pulse racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation

You uncork the box, and the rich, musky scent of cured leather floods your senses like a forbidden wine, a primal, earthy aroma that sends a shiver down your spine, awakening a heat you’ve long suppressed

Other ponies would recoil, scandalized by garments made from animal hide, but for you... it’s a siren’s call, a taboo that sets your body alight with a shameful, exhilarating thrill

Your breath hitches, wings twitching desperately to avoid a wing boner that would betray your arousal, your cheeks flushing as a warm, slick heat pulses between your thighs, your body responding with an intensity that makes you tremble

You lift the first piece with trembling wings—black leather panties, tailored to your curves, their smooth, supple surface gleaming under the dim light. Sliding them on, the leather clings like a lover’s caress, molding to your flanks with an intimate, possessive grip, the tight fit accentuating every curve, pressing against your intimacy with a delicious pressure that draws a soft whimper from your lips

The sensation is intoxicating, the leather warming against your skin, hugging your hindquarters in a way that feels both sinful and empowering, each shift sending jolts of pleasure through your core, your heat spilling in a telltale rush that soaks the fabric

Next, a black leather vest with wing slits, its glossy surface creaking as you slip it on, the material embracing your torso like a firm, unyielding hand, lacing tight to squeeze your barrel until every breath is a sensual struggle, the scent enveloping you as your wings ache to flare, the restraint only stoking the fire within

You catch your reflection in the mirror—your soft, gentle form transformed into something bold, primal, the leather accentuating your curves, your flanks lifted, your posture daring, a mare on the edge of surrender to her own desires

Finally, a set of four leather boots—the rear pair tipped with broad, heeled soles that lift your hindquarters, forcing a subtle, provocative sway that makes your heat throb with need, while the front pair lend a mature, commanding elegance, the leather encasing your legs like velvet chains, each step a pulse of warmth that drives you closer to losing control

Your body trembles, the leather’s tight embrace and musky scent overwhelming, your breaths shallow and ragged, your core pulsing with a desperate ache as you fight to hold back the instinct to give in completely, the taboo of wearing animal hide in Equestria igniting a fire that threatens to consume you

You smile at the mirror, a confident, almost coquettish grin, but it falters as reality crashes in—you’re alone, with no partner to share this side of you, no one to see the mare beneath the leather, and the thought pierces your heart

Tears spill, hot and silent, as the weight of your loneliness mingles with your arousal, the heat between your thighs a cruel reminder of the cycles you’ve endured alone, your desires too peculiar for Ponyville’s small-town gossip

You compose yourself after long minutes, wiping your eyes and carefully removing the outfit, repacking it in the box—the order’s paid, the fit perfect, and the tailor will deliver it discreetly tomorrow to shield you from prying eyes in a town where everypony knows everypony

As you step out, the tailor stops you, his voice soft with concern. “I couldn’t help overhearing your tears, miss. If you’d allow, I might know a way to ease what’s troubling you.”

You flush, stammering denials—humans can’t sense a mare’s heat like ponies, so how could he know?—but he chuckles gently, shaking his head. “Calm down, now. Take this.”

He slides a plain black card from under the counter, unmarked but heavy with promise. “Go to the comic shop two blocks down. Tell them Wallace sent you—they’ll explain everything. Don’t be afraid, miss. It’s not wrong... not in the way you think.”

His smile is warm, sincere, and despite the strangeness, a spark of hope flickers in your chest. You pocket the card, heart pounding with a mix of fear and longing, ready to step into the unknown

End of part one, more night the next part.

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>>42681827
Oh nice you went with that idea !

>earthy aroma that sends a shiver down your spine, awakening a heat you’ve long suppressed
A leather muzzle would drive her crazy if they had those in the club.

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>>42681968
Still writing part 2,maybe I'll upload all on pone paste and yes, spoil it, but at the last part.

>>42680808
>they only pay to be banged
Do they have a long term package for those who want to be treated like a captive piece of meat for weeks on end ?

>>42683265
That for what this underground club is, is consensual, something even scare the humans, but they are resilient, I have some Ideas for mares like Trixie or even Limestone, but first the the ones that I said early.

>>42671422
Interesting interpretation on a dom Twilight.

>>42683398
Im liking the possibilities. Do you figure there would be lower floors for the heavier type of experience ?

>>42683530
Maybe, but that will go too dark for my liking, if you know someone that likes heavy and darker, no grim dark, and you can convince them to write, go ahead, I will keep it to Normal, VIP, Founder level and red room.

The last one is a work in progress.

Fluttershy Initiation:
https://ponepaste.org/11459

The complete thing.

I clearly haven't been paying enough attention to /mlp/. I'll post something when I get home, sorry for the delay!

Bump

>>42684230
yay

>>42685298

>>42684222
>its arch etched with glowing suppressor runes that pulse with arcane heat
What kind of magic is embedded in it ?

>>42686562
Noise suppressor, smell.

A rune to link the feelings and emotions to pony's not authorized.

The typical fire prevention and security measures.

And in case that a Mare become overzealus a rune to protect the humans

>>42686611
>A rune to link the feelings and emotions to pony's not authorized
To make intruders pass out from the sheer pleasure wave ? Interesting mechanic.

>The Empire had no newspaper.
>There was no central agency for collecting and distributing knowledge to the masses.
>They had been locked away back when printing didn’t exist, and writing all had to be done the slow way.
>Applejack found it strange mingling with the locals, getting their thoughts, trying to understand their worldview.
>Most of them were illiterate.
>It didn’t seem to get in the way of their day to day life very much, the Empire was used to working without writing.
>Sure, there were written signs scattered about, especially where the merchant class tended to congregate, and all matters of state got written down.
>But out in the streets, everything was communicated verbally.
>She’d seen foals reading signs to their parents more than a few times, which felt as weird as it did adorable.
>It looked like the next generation would be much better equipped for the modern world.
>But the current lot weren’t nearly well educated enough to even function in Equestria, much less hold down a job.
>She’d even have trouble using most of them as farmhooves, given how hard it would be to coach them on anything but the most mindless, menial labor.
>Shining had talked about how he was going to whip them into shape for all this industrial work, but Applejack was skeptical.
>Seemed like they were biting off way more than they could chew trying to modernize so fast, but that wasn’t really her problem.
>What WAS her problem was how hard it was to actually collect information around here.
>With no newspaper to rely on for dirt and no criminal record in the royal library, Applejack had resorted to talking to random ponies on the streets for intel.
“Pardon me. There’s a human living ‘round here. Have you heard of him doing anything bad?”
>”No. But I do know that he was a huge help when my colt’s eye was all puffy and gross!”
>Hm.
“Thank you for your time.”
>There were a lot of answers like that.
”Hay, pardon me. Have you heard anything about the human that lives here?”
>”Have I ever! I don’t know WHY the princess hasn’t done anything about him yet! Don’t take the pills he gives you, they’ll turn you into a zombie!”
>That seemed unlikely.
“Thanks for the tip. ‘Preciate it.”
>Public opinion was generally in his favor, with the outliers having bizarre and absurd ideas about his character.
>But so far, Applejack had found nothing related to the crimes she KNEW he’d committed.
>No proof, no witnesses, no rumours, nothing.
>But she couldn’t give up.
>Even if Rarity was getting in the way at every opportunity, she had to save that girl.
>She’d been shockingly consistent in the defense of her malefactor.
>He had some kind of dirt or leverage on her, it was the only thing that made sense.
>And Rarity hadn’t exactly denied the accusation that he was blackmailing.
>Maybe, just maybe…
“Maybe I’m going ‘bout this the wrong way.”

>>42687233
>If Applejack could find out what he had on Rarity, she might be able to save her.
>Piece together what Rarity had done, tell her she knew, and that she didn’t care.
“If the blackmail don’t work no more, then she’ll DEFINITELY testify on what that monster did.”
>Or at the very least, be willing to run away from him.
>That wouldn’t be justice, but Rarity would be safe.
>That was the important part.
>She had to hurry, though.
>It was clear that Rarity was changing, and not for the better.
>Rumors were circulating about some… incident at the boutique a few days ago.
>And, though it pained her, Applejack thought they were at least mostly true.
>She was different during their last confrontation.
>Different, and worse.
“That weren’t Rarity.”
>The monkey had done something to her, something awful.
>The Rarity she knew would never abuse Coco like that.
>Nor would she allow her boutique to be defiled in such a vulgar manner!
>Applejack sat in the street pensively for a while, trying to figure out how to proceed.
>Whatever he had on Rarity must have been pretty serious.
>But trying to dig that up would lead to the exact same problems as looking into the doctor.
>The Empire just didn’t write most things down.
>The Empire-
“Huh.”
>The Empire didn’t, but Equestria sure did!
>Maybe she could find her answers elsewhere.
>Applejack wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of leaving Rarity, but she wasn’t getting anything done around here.
>But where to start?
>Manehattan?
>Canterlot?
>Ponyville?
>For all she knew, she might have to go to all three of them and maybe even more to get what she was after.
>That was the problem with cosmopolitan types.
>When you’ve got roots everywhere, they don’t run deep.
>She’d been all over the place, spending so much time on the rails that-
“Huh.”
>The rails might be just the place to start!
>They’d have travel records, so at the very least she’d be able to pinpoint when Rarity entered the Empire.
>Once she knew that, she might just have a chance at piecing together some kind of timeline.
>She raised her head high and marched down to the train station.
>It’d be nice and easy, in and out.
>A few minutes tops.
>She smiled to herself when she noticed the railyard was almost totally empty.
>Looked like there were no recent arrivals nor imminent departures, shouldn’t be much of a line.
>She entered and walked straight up to the front desk, with a warm smile plastered on her face.
“’Morning! I need to look at your passenger manifests for the last year or so.”
>The pony on the other side, a heavyset Equestrian mare, raised a single brow.
“Don’t you fret, I’m in no rush. Take your time.”
>The pony at the desk fished a piece of paper out of some drawer and passed it over.
>It was Applejack’s turn to raise her brow.
“Uh… this is your privacy policy, not the manifest.”

>>42687235
>”I know.”
“Alright, fine. I get it. You don’t want to expose your customers to creeps. Maybe y’all can help some other way. I just need to track down a single pony. Can you tell me when Rarity came into town?”
>They fished a piece of paper out of their desk and passed it over.
“Uhh… this is just another copy of your privacy policy.”
>”I know.”
“But… okay, look. I’m her friend, and she’s in a heap of trouble. The human is holding her captive and doing terrible things to her, and I need your help to prove it so I can save her. The first step is findin’ out
when she got here, that way I can narrow down when he got his dirty claws into her. Anything you can tell me might help.”
>”Oh! Well, in that case.”
>She fished out yet another piece of paper and passed it over.
“Another privacy policy?”
>”I’ve got a lot of them.”
“I ain’t sure you know who you’re messin’ with.”
>”Applejack. Solstice Star recipient, multiple time savior of Equestria, and close personal friend of royalty.”
“Oh. Maybe you do know. Care to guess what I intend to do with all those connections? Give me an hour, and I’ll have two princesses here asking the same thing.”
>”Oh. Well, I’d hate to make them walk all the way here for no reason.”
>They reached into their drawer again.
“I don’t want another privacy policy, I want information!”
>”Then go get a warrant.”
“But-“
>She growled in anger.
“You know what? Yeah, I think I will.”
>She turned and stormed out of the building, planning on speaking with Shining Armor.
>He was friends with the doctor.
>She knew that would make things tricky.
>But she was still certain she could talk him into it.
>He has a good colt with a good heart.
>If nothing else, he’d be interested in clearing his friend’s name.
>”Applejack.”
>She turned around to come face to face with a svelte crystal unicorn with an oddly dark coat and mane coming out of a nearby alleyway.
“Good mornin’ to ya!”
>They levitated a manila envelope over to her.
>”The manifest for the train Rarity entered on, in addition to documentation of the hotel room she checked into. She didn’t check out, so it’s fairly safe to assume she was abducted that night.”
>Applejack stared at the envelope dumbfounded.
>There was no way…
>Yet upon opening it, she found exactly that.
“How did you get this?”
>”I stole it.”
“Beg your pardon?”
>”I stole it. That is stolen property. I am a thief.“
>Applejack eyed the stranger warily, feeling the weight of the envelope in her hooves.
>They spoke so calmly and brazenly about their crimes, as though nothing was out of the ordinary.
>Perhaps this was normal to them.
“Mighty brave of you to come out and admit it. You do know I’m gonna turn you in, right?”
>“No you won’t. We both know you want to protect Rarity, no matter what it takes.”
“I don’t associate with thieves.”

>>42687238
>”Go ahead and turn me in, then. Lose the favor of the only pony who’s even attempted to help you. Stand by your principles, I’m sure Rarity will be fine.”
>Applejack tried her best to ignore the sense of shame growing deep within.
“Well… Thanks. I suppose. How did you know I wanted this? Have you been following me?”
>”You’re going to have trouble finding any evidence that the monkey did anything to Rarity.”
>She dodged the questions.
>”There might be some proof out there, but I can’t find it, and I’m VERY good at finding things. Cadence did a good job of cleaning up after him.”
“Cadence?”
>”Why do you think law enforcement was so useless?”
“Y’all are lying.”
>”You grossly underestimate how depraved she is. But you’ll learn.”
>She was making it sound like Cadence was the mastermind here, and Anon some kind of pawn.
>It just didn’t add up.
>That goofy airhead couldn’t hurt nopony!
>”If you want to tear down the monkey, you’ll need help from either Rarity or Shining Armor. Rarity’s being blackmailed for her part in endangering Twilight Sparkle.”
>She spat after saying that name.
“Rarity didn’t do that, though.”
>”She threw a tantrum which ruined critical medical equipment. Had Twilight-”
>She spat again.
>”Been even slightly less lucky, she’d be dead by Rarity’s hooves.”
“Rarity would never do somethin’ like that!”
>”She would. She’s not who you think she is, but she’s desperate to maintain that façade. Getting her to talk won’t be easy.”
>Applejack didn’t believe this pony.
>Rarity might be histrionic, but she was about as noble as they came.
>Besides, this wasn’t exactly a trustworthy source.
>They’d already admitted to being a thief, and they were obviously fond of eavesdropping.
>Why wouldn’t they be a liar too?
>”I don’t know if you can get Shining Armor on your side, but your odds are much better.”
“Are y’all gonna tell me a tall tale about him, too? I’ve met ‘Twi’s brother. He’s nothin’ if not a gentlecolt. Y’all don’t have a thing on him.”
>”I don’t. As far as I’m aware, he doesn’t know what his wife does behind his back. And if he DOES, he definitely doesn’t know the full extent. He’s… disgustingly innocent. It’s mind boggling, really, that he could be so clever and so naive at the same time. But the monkey has a history.”
“And how can I trust what y’all have to say?”
>”You can’t. I’m a liar, a thief, and a cheat. I cannot be trusted under any circumstances. Public record, however, is pretty trustworthy. Look for a lawsuit from on Earth. Inconnu V. Anonymous.”
>It was a lead.
>But still…

>>42687241
“What do you get out of this?”
>”I get a weapon that will help me destroy the Crystal Empire. I get YOU.”
>That uneasy feeling was getting a lot stronger.
>Applejack took a couple steps closer and looked the pony dead in the eye.
>She tensed up her body, preparing to attack.
“Thanks, I think.”
>A mysterious, law breaking entity that knew too much…
>One that was attacking the Empire…
“I don’t believe I got your name.”
>”I’ve had thousands of names over the years, but I think my favorite is… Queen Chrysalis.”
>Applejack lunged at the changeling before the words had finished leaving her lips.
>She delivered a bone shattering kick straight to the jaw, shattering it with a sickening crack.
>The two of them fell to the ground, with Applejack landing on top, pinning her prey.
>Chrysalis had dropped her disguise, reverting to bug form.
>Applejack couldn’t help but notice that she was totally unharmed as she stared down at the bug’s face.
>Chrysalis smirked at her.
“If y’all really thought I’d be on your side, you’re terribly mistaken.”
>She swung a hoof down to bash her head.
>By the time her blow had arrived, Chrysalis had no head at all, and Applejack harmlessly struck the cobblestone.
>”Inconnu. Find him, and you’ll disgrace the doctor.”
>Applejack did her best to pin down Chrysalis, but her body just melted away around her grasp.
>”It might be enough to turn the prince against him. He might turn a blind eye for his friend. I genuinely don’t know, but either way I’ll get what I want in the end.”
“Y’all are gettin’ nothing, except maybe a quick trial.”
>”You think you can bring me to justice? Adorable.”
>Chrysalis teleported away, leaving Applejack to fall gracelessly to the ground.
>She had to report this immediately!
>But…
>She scooped up the manilla envelope, which had been dropped during the scuffle.
“Maybe I don’t need to give this up.”
>It had come from an evil source.
>But that didn’t mean that it was evil itself.
“I have to protect my friends.”
>That meant taking down both Chrysalis AND Anon.


>Cadence allowed herself a long suffering sigh.
>It wasn’t a luxury she normally afforded herself.
>Cadence, by her nature, was jovial and energetic.
>Nopony was immune to frustration or irritation, but she was one of those lucky few who naturally had a cheerful disposition.
>Normally it was easy to control her frustrations.
>Not that she needed that advantage under most circumstances.
>A lifetime spent struggling against her impulses and urges had left her with remarkable discipline and temperance.
>The fact that she had never once been caught touching herself in public was a testament to that fact.
>And yet, she could only barely contain her irritation this time.
>Perhaps if it had come at a better time, when she had fewer concerns, she would have faced the problem with a smile instead of a scowl.
“Alright. Tell me what happened.”

>>42687245
>Coco shied away, chilled by the venom in Cadence’s tone.
>Cadence quietly admonished herself for that slip-up.
“Please.”
>”Well, um… Rarity…”
>She was beet red, almost totally paralyzed by shame.
>Maybe that was okay.
>Cadence already knew what happened, at least in broad strokes.
>Lovelace had invented some new toy, and Rarity had tricked Coco into putting it on.
>Coco had then put on a rather interesting show for some bystanders.
>Cadence wasn’t clear exactly what this new toy was, the rumor mill was a bit sparing with details.
>But she was pretty sure it wasn’t easy to remove.
>Coco got off in front of a crowd, after all.
>Had she been able to, she would have definitely gotten rid of it.
>And based on the rather ugly, frumpy dress, or perhaps tent, she was wearing, Cadence was willing to bet it was still there.
>Coco made some incoherent squealing as she tried to tell her story.
>It was tempting to skip the farce of getting her to talk, but Cadence knew better.
>If she heard that these rumors had already spread so far, she’d be inconsolable.
“It’s alright, Coco. I’m here to help. And whatever’s happened between the two of you, I assure you, I’ve heard MUCH worse. Now, tell me what happened between you and Rarity.”
>Coco took a long, bracing breath, trembling the whole time.
>”I… um… I was… molested.”
>Cadence performatively raised an eyebrow.
“That doesn’t sound like Rarity.”
>”It wasn’t Rarity.”
>That certainly simplified things.
>“You look relieved.”
“I consider Rarity a friend. Her causing problems would put me in a difficult position.”
>The truth was usually the most effective lie.
>”Really? I got the impression she didn’t like you.”
>Usually.
“She still hasn’t really forgiven me for who I am. She had some… expectations about how a princess should behave. The fact remains that I like her, even if she has some issues with me.”
>Coco nodded sagely, clearly understanding how Cadence might not match Rarity’s ideals of propriety.
“That doesn’t matter right now, though. I thought you said you were having a problem with Rarity.”
>”I am. She, um…”
>This whole bashful thing was getting a tad irritating.
>”She was there when it happened.”
“She didn’t help?”
>”Yes. I mean, no. I mean… she made fun of me!”
…
“I’m not accusing you of lying, but are you sure? Because that REALLY doesn’t sound right.”
>”I was on the floor, DESPERATELY trying to get this thing off, and she just stood there calling me names!”
“What thing?”
>Coco froze up, her eyes wide with terror as she slowly processed what she had just said.
>Twin emotions fiercely battled for supremacy as she reeled over her own words.
>First her face went white with horror, then bright red with shame.
>It alternated several times in rapid succession, but neither emotion won the upper hoof.

>>42687247
>In the end, her face returned to its normal coloration, with her inner turmoil as it set into an uneasy ceasefire.
“Coco? What thing?”
>”Uh… she had bought me this… garment. That was supposed to keep me safe. From… stallions.”
“Safe from stallions? Oh. And you couldn’t get it off? I see… are you still wearing it?”
>”Er… yes. It’s stuck.”
>Cadence flipped Coco’s dress up to take a look.
>Horror had brazenly violated the terms of the ceasefire, routing shame in a perfidious attack.
>Coco couldn’t move a muscle.
>Cadence took a good look at the device, taking a moment to wipe the drool from her chin while her face was still out of view.
>It was astoundingly devious.
>She was proud of Rarity!
>Some kind of hidden device that forces pleasure on its victim…
>Masquerading as a bulwark against sluttiness!
>And she couldn’t even take it off!
>She had so many questions, but tragically Coco was not the right one to ask.
…
>Maybe she WAS the right one to ask for some of them.
>Cadence returned the dress to its proper position and waited for Coco to start breathing again.
“How does a lump of metal molest you?”
>”I don’t know!”
“But it’s JUST a piece of metal.”
>”I don’t know! It just did!”
“Was there a spell, or-”
>Coco’s eyes were tearing up.
>That wasn’t normally good enough to get out of being raped.
>If everypony could keep their holes empty with just some waterworks, nothing would ever get done.
>But…
>This was Rarity’s project.
>Cadence would at least try to respect that.
“It’s okay, I believe you! I just- I don’t understand how it’s possible.”
>”It happened!”
*sniff*
>”I know nopony believes me, but it wasn’t my fault!”
>Oh.
>There it was.
>She was mortified.
>Not only because she’d gotten off in front of an audience, that was bad enough.
>But because she figured everypony would judge her harshly for it.
>Truth was, they likely would.
“Hm… I think I understand the problem. I didn’t see any mechanism, and if there was some magic in it it’s long gone. I’d bet Rarity had no clue either.”
>”And now she thinks-”
*sniff*
>”She thinks I’m…”
“No she doesn’t.”
>”She said I was!”
>Seriously?
>Dirty talk was fun, but that was not the time!
“I guarantee you she doesn’t think that of you. If anything, I’d bet she’s upset about having done that to you, even accidentally!”
>”But she said-”
“No, listen. What would you think if your friend just suddenly fell over and started cumming everywhere for no reason?”
>Coco didn’t answer.
“Rarity panicked. I don’t think either of us can blame her.”
>Still no answer.
“I know you’re angry with her, but she wouldn’t have seen anything in that garment that could have done that to you.”
>”I’m not mad at her.”
>Cadence doubted that.
>Sure, she was mostly mortified, but there was a bit of rage in there too.

>>42687250
“I’ll go talk to her. You take all the time you need to calm down, okay?”
>Coco muttered something that might have been thanks as Cadence left.
>This was definitely a problem.
>What Rarity had done was doubtlessly fun, but it had undermined trust.
>Truth was, Rarity’s plan made no sense.
>She should just tie Coco down and stick it in, much simpler!
>But maybe she knew something Cadence didn’t.
>Cadence arrived at the boutique, and used her magic to fling the door open just as she entered.
>She walked straight into the locked door, mashing her face against the glass with an inelegant thud.
>The door creaked open as Rarity unlocked it, and the still dazed Cadence fell forward.
>”Are you harmed?”
“No.”
>”Unfortunate.”
>Cadence dusted herself off after standing, taking a moment to put her mane back in order.
“I thought you were trying to be friendly with me.”
>”Oh. Well… my mistake.”
“We need to talk about Coco. You traumatized her.”
>”Is that a problem?”
“No. What IS a problem is that you chose to talk dirty instead of presenting yourself as a source of comfort! She thinks she can’t trust you to take her side!”
>”Ah.”
“You need to think these things through!”
>”Oh, but I did! I mean, it was after the fact, but I did!”
>Cadence made no attempt to hide her skepticism.
>”I intend to tell her that the, shall we say, incident has been deleterious for my reputation, and that she was right to warn me about Lovelace.”
“You’re blaming Lovelace? Might want to talk that over with her.”
>”I did! And this time it was before the fact! I’ll tell her that I’ve broken off the partnership- that’s not even remotely true, mind you- and that we’re going to be directly competing with her! With a tiny bit of cunning, I can ply Coco into AGREEING with stocking more… salacious items.”
“You’re going to break her heart when she finds out it’s a lie.”
>Rarity opened her mouth, but no words came out.
”We’re going to try and figure out how to salvage this situation. But first, a slightly more important order of business. Do you happen to have a recording of this?”
>Rarity smirked.
>”I took the liberty of setting up a few cameras before putting it on. Let’s go get you a copy. That is, if I can figure out how to use this blasted digital thing.”

Okay, I think I've got everything in place now to tie a few of these plot threads together. When I planned this all out who knows how long ago, I thought it would be pretty easy. Boy was I wrong.

>>42687235
>>The Empire didn’t, but Equestria sure did!
Luna has to be getting her info from somewhere. And Celestia probably knows as much, or Luna is hiding the dirty details from her.

>>42687245
Is this the first time chrysalis shows up in this story ?

>>42687250
Im surprised she didnt know about chastity belts until now. Lovelace never told her about it, or brought up the idea as a solution to her constant lust issue ?

>>42687258
>We’re going to try and figure out how to salvage this situation.
She'll have to find out what's keeping Rarity from thinking straight, be it from Coco, Lovelace or Anon.

>>42687258
yay, time to read!

>>42687247
>>42687250
Kind of a missed opportunity to not have the belt stimulating her even during this moment. Did it turn off on its own ?

>>42687258
Nice to see an update.

You know the moment were you feel something really bad is gonna happen...

Candance has interést on the contraption that Coco is wearing!

Passing of that, damn plot twist to use Applejack against the Empire.

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>>42687258

>>42687450
Chrysalis has made a few appearances before. She's been a recurring antagonist, and a rather violent one at that.
As for belts, I'd imagine Cadence is aware of them, but not electrostim ones.
>>42688248
It ran out of power. I'd considered having it still going, but eventually decided Coco would have hidden for a fair while before braving the journey to find help.
>>42689334
Something bad is definitely going to happen. I don't know if Chrysalis' plan is too harebrained, or perfectly in character. Her plans have historically been pretty... uninspired, but she fancies herself a master manipulator so maybe it makes sense.

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>>42689852
>Coco would have hidden for a fair while before braving the journey to find help.
Its going to be hard to come up with a non forceful way to replace those crystals. Unless it can be recharged remotely with magic.
Was Rarity's, or rather Lovelace's plan since she's the one who can still think straight, to replace the crystals when the "broken" belt was eventually brought in for a repair?

>>42689852
>if Chrysalis' plan is too harebrained, or perfectly in character
Seems more like she's just taking a crack at sowing distrust rather than executing an elaborate plan. At best she might have an element of harmony criticizing the prince and staining his precarious public image, but I dont know how much she's aware of Luna's efforts to also hide the doctor's secrets.

>>42686611
>>42686866
Do you think you could apply this effect on a pony who had some runes inscribed on their coat ?
Have one very eager volunteer who wants to act as a conduit to the room's raw overflowing lust ?

>>42692363
Working on a next part, with Fluttershy’s, Ascensión, here she see the Grim part of this club, yep but not volunteers.

Mates assigned to be punished, for that is the Red Room. To be hones I think it would be better if I scrapped I.

>>42693075
>Mates assigned to be punished, for that is the Red Room
Sounds interesting. Why do you want to scrap that part ?

>>42693222
Top violent for being SiM, is more torture without breaking, is only to vindicate the victim.

Just imagine Fluttershy using an iron to hit a certain unicorn for trying to kill another mare and kidnap her husband.

Such couple was formed with the approval of the stables.

>>42694067
I mean, I kinda see some appeal in that as a preliminary to darken things up and lead to the bigger thing that will break the pony. Although not with something that can cause bone breaking damage like an iron stick.
Cant it be replaced with a more superficial but just as painful bdsm tool ? Cause even with these tools, there is hitting for pleasure and hitting to actually cause pain.

>>42694412
Redoing it, for now.

I'm gonna start writing about other mare for now, or keep this AU on a tight leash, it can become too dark.

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>>42687450

For the belts I thought it was that Cadence was admiring the craftsmanship

>>42687258
How does apple feel about Anons relationship with Twilight and when it starts to progress I wonder how twilight will try and get applejack and anon to make up maybe a freindship lesson

>>42695451

>>42687258
>Don’t take the pills he gives you, they’ll turn you into a zombie!
Ah anaesthesia.
>shockingly consistent
Just like the device teasing Coco.
>Rarity would be safe
That's the problem. Rarity is safe. She isn't even getting raped like how she wants to be.
>never abuse Coco like that
If only she knew what Coco is going through right now.
>but Equestria sure did!
AJ is going to find out that Rarity is kinda in a financial trouble.
>It’d be nice and easy, in and out
And why would anyone give her the records?
>this is just another copy of your privacy policy
Heh.
>Another privacy policy?
Heh.
>stared at the envelope dumbfounded
Suspicious how a random pony got all the info what AJ needs.
>Cadence did a good job of cleaning up after him
What was there to clean up? Besides the hotel stay. And even the kidnapping was Cadence, not Anon.
>Rarity would never
Well, not intentionally. If she knew the consequences, she would have not done that.
>But the monkey
I have a feeling that this random pony hates Anon.
>help me destroy the Crystal Empire
Hm, the dark coat and the goal to destroy the Empire could mean this is not a pony, but a changeling. Or maybe working for one of the noble ponies having some kind of a plan to remove Shining and Cadence from the throne.
>is… Queen Chrysalis
Well, that's a twist. Revealing herself I mean.
>reverting to bug form
They being in an alleyway seems to be a deliberate choice from Chrysalis.
>report this immediately
Hm I don't know what Chrysalis' plan is, but I'm certain she accounted for this possibility. Plus she is not alone, she could have already infiltrated the palace. They rarely do the blood checks these days.
>Coco shied away
Huh. I expected a scene where Rarity "lets go" of Coco after a while.
>Coco got off in front of a crowd
I'm sure Cadence wants to do the same.
>Cadence was willing to bet it was still there
Why don't Coco immediately asks Cadence to get it off?
>I got the impression she didn’t like you
Heh.
>she made fun of me
Huh, that's the issue? Not all the other things? Not that she is still getting edged?
>drool from her chin
Does she even need such a device? She is constantly horny and on the edge at all times anyway.
>tragically Coco was not the right one to ask
I'm sure Coco could provide quite a few answers to how it feels.
>nothing would ever get done
Not every pony is lust motivated.
>I just- I don’t understand how it’s possible.
I'm pretty sure she does to some extent.
>She said I was!
She projected her desires to Coco. Rarity would have actually liked to be in Coco's position.
>I don’t think either of us can blame her.
If Coco believes this, she is really really naive.
>Cadence doubted that.
Seconding that.
>I’ll go talk to her.
And involve Anon and the device Coco is wearing. And the collar. And a fake crowd via magic projection.
>Unfortunate.
Heh.

Cont.

>>42696085
>Well… my mistake.
Heh.
>Is that a problem? No.
It kinda is? Coco will have trust issues.
>We’re going to try and figure out how to salvage this situation.
I was expecting a lot more scolding from Cadence.
>Do you happen to have a recording of this?
What a pervert! Both of them!

Thanks for the update!

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>>42696085
>Plus she is not alone, she could have already infiltrated the palace. They rarely do the blood checks these days.
It could be a fun setback in her plans if Cadence had heavily closed those venues, and the only way left to infiltrate was through the state slut program.

>>42696778

>>42695542
How Tavi likes keeping her pet stored.
https://derpibooru.org/images/747378

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Is there more that could be done with this concept other than just showing off a bound horse in a toy like way ?

>>42687258
please post more frequently!

>>42698757
Seconding this your great and we are all really interested.


>>42687258

>>42695234
>Keep this AU on a tight leash, it can become too dark
Is issue more about Fluttershy being one of the overseers who would have to administer the punishments ?
Cause if you want to bring in dark situations like an attempted murder then you have to darken up the possible punishments somehow, even if they dont ever go into gore territory or the like.

>>42702622
No magic blocker?

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>>42703622
She should leave her with just enough magic to pamper her owner with.

Talking about magic blockers, Rarity still does not have any. Nor a cock in her holes, nor magic.

>>42704291
I was going to check the beginning of the story to confirm it but ponepaste seems to be down right now.

>>42704473
trust me bro

>>42704492
Didnt anon give her an implant that blocked her magic ?

>>42704535
yes

>>42704473
The domain name apparently expired, but theres the direct ip address we can still use,
http://159.100.250.158/733

>>42687245
>Focusing more on the end rather than the means.
Cue to Applejack going down a rabbit hole filled with depraved favors to get those clues ? I could see a really nice self corruption path set up for her.

Would rarity gift her friends first underwear that turns into chastitybelts for locktober?
Which of her friends would cope better or worse with it?
>>42698168
Depends on what way you want to go.
You could attach the rocking surface to a few different devices. They could be little pumps to keep the airflow going to breathe, or to keep toys from overinflating. You could also attach a small duck machine behind the slave which would also force the bound victim to keep rocking unless it wants to keep on being penetrated. Of course, eventually a muscle holding onto the dildo of said fuck machine will loose grip

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>>42705606
>They could be little pumps to keep the airflow going to breathe
Nice breathplay idea. Make the pony keep rocking herself for breath, or until she gives in and takes the fuck machine offer to do the pushing.

>keep rocking unless it wants to keep on being penetrated
Give her something slippery for her mouth to grab on to.

>>42637852
>Culture of Rubber Ponies
Give us some more crumbs Manic.

>>42707008

>>42705606
What about adding a dildo seat to the pony and turning it into a coin operated, rocking sybian ?
https://derpibooru.org/images/30924

Anytime she starts slouching from the weight the machine gives her belly a corrective zap.

>>42700317
It’s always fun to break brats

>>42707107
Unf.

Be Lily Valley, once a blooming flower mare of Ponyville, your pale pink coat and golden mane now dulled by a crushing weight of regret, standing trembling in the Stables’ public level, a broken exile returning to face the consequences of your shattered dreams

Your repentance is a relentless inferno, searing your soul for rejecting your human stallion’s proposal—a ring, a vow, a life—for the fleeting illusion of a herd with two pony stallions and six mares, a fantasy that collapsed in a year under frayed tempers and broken bonds, leaving your heart a wilted husk, your self-loathing a venom whispering you’re unworthy of love

You dared to step hoof back into the Stables, hoping for redemption, but Cheerie Star, the pink-coated matron with fiery red mane and sapphire eyes that cut like ice, meets you with a gaze that strips you bare, her voice cold as she recounts your failure

“There were ways to avoid this, Lily,” she says, her tone sharp with disappointment. “You could’ve stayed, worked through your doubts, but no—you, the foolish one, abandoned everything for that herd dream every mare chases. You spat on the Stables’ grace, on your stallion’s love.”

Her words are a whip, lashing your already bleeding heart, and before you can speak, she moves with startling speed, pinning you with a hoof against your chest, her strength a matron’s command. “I’d love to make an example of you,” she hisses, “but the rules bind us. No mare in heat is turned away—not even a desertora like you.”

She stomps the floor with a resounding crack, and two unicorn mares—twin sisters, their gray coats and jet-black manes identical, their eyes glinting with detached precision—step forward, their horns flaring with magic that lifts you off the ground, your body frozen, helpless, your heart pounding with claustrophobic dread

The twins work with eerie efficiency, levitating cans of shimmering latex paint, its sharp scent stinging your nose as they coat your body, the cold, viscous liquid smothering your pale pink coat, erasing your cutie mark until you’re a featureless canvas, your identity stripped in a ritual of shame

They affix glossy vinyl patches to your hooves, their slick surface numbing your touch, robbing you of grip, leaving just enough traction to keep you upright, each step a reminder of your degradation. Then, a coarse burlap sack is slipped over your head, plunging you into darkness, the rough fabric scratching your face, amplifying your claustrophobia as your breath catches in panic

A collar—harsh, abrasive, not the soft leather of your VIP days—clamps around your neck, its weight a brutal contrast to the tender embrace you once knew, each shift grinding against your coat, a chain of your own making
“Take this desertora to the public stable,” Cheerie commands, her voice frigid, cutting through your haze. “She’s a doll for our stallions’ comfort now. Call her Lily only when she leaves this place for good.”

The twins nod, their magic tugging you forward, your body swaying helplessly as they guide you to the open stalls, the air thick with feminine musk, the sounds of leather creaking, floggers snapping, and mares’ lustful cries of more, harder—a chaotic orgy that drowns your senses, each moan a mocking echo of the VIP stall you lost

Your shame is a noose, tightening with every step, your self-loathing a mirror reflecting a mare reduced to a nameless object, your heart screaming for the love you discarded, your repentance a fire that consumes every hope of redemption as you’re led into the stable’s heart to face your punishment

>>42710379
>Call her Lily only when she leaves this place for good.
Loved that identity banishment.
Do any of these dolls ever choose in their desperation to feel any closeness to prolong their stay indefinitely ?

>glossy vinyl patches to your hooves, their slick surface numbing your touch, robbing you of grip
Neat idea.

10

https://derpibooru.org/images/3697604

Any fics where NMM takes advantage of her night maid ?

>>42711138

>>42710555
Sure, but they pay a lot to be abused like that, they are apart with a different colour from those that are demoted. This one's scare some humans for what they ask on how to be treated.

>>42712396
>they pay a lot to be abused like that
Could that kind of package be paid in advanced by someone else ?
Like someone who wants to get her friend addicted to the impersonal doll treatment to keep her away from her human ?
https://derpibooru.org/images/1167897

>>42712533
Good idea, but it would ruin the underground theme of the club.

But it sure it is a good point o view to explore.

>>42712630
I figured it could fit in the darker AU you mentioned earlier.
But as for the non AU, which kind of mares would go for the prolonged package then ? Ponies like Harshwhinny who gave up on finding a partner ?

>>42712748
Those rich, sure, this on power on military or high life without of doubt, some nobles, this AU can have a good reach, except the princess, they can have what they need without the use of a underground club.

>>42637852
ok im back again after a year

did something happen? did nameless came back? i just want to see something new after a year

>>42713299
Well, OC art posting has been kinda dead aside from that anon who commissioned one zecora latex art. And I think one other anon who drew some sketches of a bound flutterbat during this year ?
Not sure if the edit anon still lurks here cause he hasnt shown up for a long time.

As for stories, aside from the still continuing Carat and the less frequent Rubber ponies story, we had some new ones in the OP like the prey/predator pegasi ones, and a completed story about anon hypnotizing Flurry, Cozy and Luster. Also AT has been posting his own shorts since the start of this thread.

>>42713299
Which anon were you ?
There was a guy I talked a lot about story ideas one or two years ago and I dont know if he still lurks here.

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What use could a changeling have for a personal sex slave ?
https://derpibooru.org/images/3696327
Besides basic urges, could lust also have an effect on their appetite ?
Maybe as a complement to their love diet ? Or could it be more of a contigency substitute that their body risks craving more and more the longer they go without love feeding?

>>42714068
Yes. Me pls.

>>42713299
Did no one ever try writing a continuation of his stories ?

>>42713940

>>42715949

>>42712791
Do you think that low male to female headcanon ratio could play a role in this AU ? As in a mare getting a stallion of her own without needing to enter a herd would be a difficult thing even for those who are well off ?

>>42716732
It is about RGRE. That is the main concept that impulse this kind of places.

A low male to female ratio, it made the herds a necessity.

Those who are monogamous on this AU face troubles, no matter how rich or high status the mare is.

>>42712791
>>42717099
Do you figure the laws concerning herd hierarchy would be harsh in that Equestria, specially regarding adultery?
Or would it be something much more relied on heavy social ostracization ?

>>42717336
The second, the first ones is gonna be hard to play infidelity, heat really complicate things, specially if they want to still have Foals to continue their world.

What do you expect of the social obstruction?

>>42717379
>What do you expect of the social obstruction?
Mares who are part of a herd, which I figure would be the heavy majority of them, not being approachable with you nor giving a good word to other herds who are open to more partners.
Friends who have a partner not offering to help your heat issue with an uncommitted threesome because of the fear of you stealing her stallion. In some cases not even letting you see him after she heard of what you did.

Basically isolating the shunned mare into a life with barely any interaction with other ponies who are in a relationship.

>>42717379
>>42717439
Oh yeah, with the exception of mares who are into mares. But then there's the question of how they deal with heat without a stallion. Cause if it could be easily solved by a mare's touch then there wouldnt be all this heat motivated competition for a stallion to begin with.

>>42717448
In some fanfic there was this cooler, but it was only temporary and it made the heat worst by the amount of time of using it.

So the real thing, it is better than an temporary cure.

>>42717766
So even lesbians would have to ask for "favors" from straight herds once in a while. And of course they would have far less trust issues with them compared to a cheater.

Could this lead to the idea that the whole doll punishment with the identity hiding came from a compromised demand of the partnered mares in those underground clubs ?

>>42717857
It could be.

But objectification is not only because of that. The more Mare on power and strength are, the more that they want to feel tamed.

At least on this AU, of course there is the normal couples, but they are a minority.

But if we talk about malicious behaviour, then yes, the club can accept such demands if they prove it.