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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.