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[Cici Pommel, feels]
>be Cici Pommel
>break your leg in a freak football accident
>maybe Mom was right in all those letters
>maybe physical activities were just too dangerous
>you really missed Mom

[Nudist Beach #1]
>you are Salai
>you're laying on the beach in the buff with two of your most trusted companions, Lola and Kaos
>you flip your glasses up and tap Kaos
>she grunts softly and rolls over
>you feel a tap on your own shoulder
>Kaos stands there, smiling a sharp-toothed grin
>sleeping Kaos is gone
"You are aware that isn't humorous anymore, right?"
>the mish-mash satyr shrugs
>"It's fun for me. What can I say?"
>you grumble and lie back down
"The time nears, Kaos. Who will we apprentice to battle she who adorns the kamui, Junketsu?"
>being a part of a secret, all-powerful organization was pretty sweet
>plus, everyone damn well knew you hated being bound by fabric
>Kaos put a finger to her mouth in thought
>Lola lay on her side, now completely tuned in to the conversation at hand
>"What about Mumble?"
>you look at her with fear of that future
"Do you know what Mumble would be capable of?"
>Kaos opened her hands (claws?) near Lola, tiny satyrs enacting that future
>there's many dead bodies, including those of Pinkie, Anon, and Pogo
>"Ooh, that's nasty," Kaos remarked
>although you can see Mumble regretting her decision, there's nothing more she could do at this point
>clapping her hands shut, Kaos snags your attention
>"How about Pogo?"
>nearly identically, you and Lola are all over her
"Nononono!"
>the-horror.flac
>"Well, who can really do it?" Kaos protested
"S'more?"
>"No, she's a real softie."
"Peach?"
>"Are you nuts? Applebloom would murder us if she found out we used her daughter."
"Lil Mac?"
>"Now you're just being ridiculous."
>"How about your sister, Salai?" Kaos piped up
>there's a moment of silence
>then the three of you share a hearty laugh
"Oh damn, that's funny."
>letting the moment pass, a thought strikes you
"Hey Lola, what's Lil Mac's sister's name?"
>"You mean Darcy?"
>there's another silence
>then you all start agreeing
>"Well, let's begin!"
>Darcy was right there
>"Uhh... where am I?"
"Kaos! Put her back!"
>the dragonequus rolls her eyes
>"Fine!"
"And wipe her memory of that moment."
>"Done."

[Garret, shaving]
>the bathwater was warm, tingling your skin
>you relax back into the open arms of another
>with a shaky breath, you begin to speak
"Dad, are you positive you need to teach me to shave?"
>behind you, your dad chuckles
>"Garret, every boy needs to learn before they can call themselves a man."
>you swallow hard and try your best to not think about it
>"Now that the water has helped open my pores, I'd like you to watch."
>you drift away and spin around
>you always wondered why your mother needed such a huge bath
>standing up, your dad presented his package to you
>his bush had been untrimmed for quite a few months
>grabbing a small pair of scissors, he begins to speak
>"When you have a major problem like this, it's best to begin with a little trim."
>he snips away a good amount of his manhair
>then he grabs his barbershop razor
>"And carefully, you finish the job with this sucker."
>you're starting to feel nauseous
>holding out the scissors, your father smiles
>"Give it your best shot, son."
>swallowing, you stand up and freeze
>there's some silence before your father sighs
>"Guess I'm going to have to wait a few more years for this lesson, huh?"
"Dad!"

[KimmyMera, anal]
>everyone always gave you weird looks in school
>it wasn't surprising
>you were as jumbled as Discord
>you still skipped home excitedly today
>your report card was in, and yes, you did pretty fantastic
>you could feel your heart racing
>entering your house, you see a dim light in the living room
>creeping in, you smile wide as you see your dad sitting in his loveseat
>"Good afternoon, Kimmy and Mera."
>your tail lifts itself, giving a pleased hiss in return
"Hey Dad, look! We got good grades this quarter!"
>you hold out the piece of paper, smiling proudly and rocking on your cloven hooves
>giving a small laugh, Dad hands it back and grins
>"You know what this means, right?"
>your eyes open to the fullest
>you can almost feel your pupils dilate
"I-is it finally time?"
>he nods
>you feel your flower begin to dampen
>yes
>Yes!
"Yes!"
>you couldn't help but cry out as your father mounted you
>the prize wasn't the sex, though
>it was something much more special
>your dad was finally plowing the chocolate starfish
>you felt your pussy winking with each thrust, at a loss of breath
"Yes!"
>your dad's caloused hands gripped your shoulders roughly, keeping you down
>you loved this full domination
>you could hear Mera and father exchanging saliva
>you wanted to savor this moment forever
>hitting an especially sweet spot, you shudder and let loose a small torrent of wet works
>suddenly, you feel your body go limp, too exhausted to even move
>your dad hilts, moaning and filling your ass with his seed
>he doesn't pull out immediately after
>instead, he wraps his arms around you and rolls over, spooning you and giving you gentle kisses
>"Keep up those good grades, kiddo."

[Darcy, /ss/]
>you're Ms. Darcy, teacher at the local middle school, MS 76
>the end of the schoolday was upon you
>once your students finished this test, they were free for the weekend
>you noticed quite a few students were sweating with fear
>oh, you naughty girl
>the bell rings, and most of the kids leave, handing in their finished tests
>four children stood frozen in place
"Something wrong, boys?"
>they all turn to you and show you their half finished tests
>you grin and pull your hair tie out, letting your hair fall into place
>confused, they all exchanged glances
>you lift your shirt, revealing you'd left off your bra today

>"Your under arrest, Ms. Darcy Mac."
"You have no evidence, you fucking asshole!"
>"The evidence is in this apple."
>it's a camera
>shit