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- Bonds of Blood
- >You're just chilling in the shade of a tree, enjoying the breezy atmosphere.
- >It's been a fairly calm day, Scootaloo and Applebloom having gone "home" to visit for the day.
- >Though honestly, they pretty much live with you now.
- >So today it's just you and Sweetie. As a treat, you decided to take her to the fields outside of town to let her run and prance, as beings of the equine persuasion often do.
- >Speaking of, you see the filly soon bolt from behind a distant hilly and run directly towards you
- >Something's wrong, you can feel it.
- >"ANON!"
- "SWEETIE!? What happened!? Are you hurt!?" you demand, seeing the blood on her face.
- >"I didn't mean to. It was an accident! So sorry! I don't wanna go to jail!"
- >The filly babbles on and on, tears running down her face.
- "Sweetie, please calm down and tell me what happened." you say, rubbing the filly's neck for comfort.
- >Taking a deep breath, she tells you the story, her voice cracking the whole time.
- >"So there I was playing in the far field when Diamond Tiara showed up and started making fun of me."
- >"Saying me and the girls were so dumb and unloved even our families abandoned us to a smelly ape and then...."
- >"She wouldn't stop. I tried to leave and she wouldn't let me. She just kept making fun of me, about everything, and I...."
- >"I only meant to shove her. And...and I horn stabbed her! I don't wanna go to jail!"
- >A chill goes down your spine. This, this isn't some shit you wanted to deal with.
- >"Anon, please help me!" she asks with large, pleading eyes.
- "Alright Sweetie. I know this is hard, but I need you to be strong, calm down, and show me where she is."
- >With a tearful sniff and a nod, she turns and leads you to the spot.
- >In the field lays a pink, bloody filly, a single hole through her chest. The body, still with open eyes and vacant expression.
- >It doesn't take a doctor to tell that Tiara isn't getting up from this.
- "Did anyone see this, Sweetie?"
- >"No..."
- >Well that's good, with Equestria being pre-forensics, it's almost impossible to prove a crime without a witness.
- "Alright, good." you say as you wrap the body in your jacket.
- >There's still a lot of blood on the ground, but you'll just have to hope the high grass, and the size and isolation of the field handle that.
- >Taking a long path back through the woods, Sweetie sticks very close the whole trip, except when you instruct her to wash off the blood in a creek.
- >Finally though, you reach your modest home a little outside of town.
- >"So...what are we gonna do, Anon?"
- "Well Sweetie. We're gonna get rid of her, get our story straight, and make sure we don't get caught."
- >"How? .....Burn her?"
- "No, it's actually pretty hard to burn someone."
- >Sweetie follows as you head into the back and into the shed you keep for butchering meat.
- >"You're gonna EAT her!?"
- "No. Throw her in the lake." You begin as you slice open Diamond's belly.
- "But we need to make absolutely sure she won't float back up.
- >Sweetie watches in disgusted curiosity as you make multiple punctures on many of Tiara's organs, ensuring she won't hold gas.
- >Lastly you drain her of blood for cleaner carrying, the liquid looking unsuspicious among the stains of the many deer who found their way to this room.
- >Later that night, the two of you are almost ready to make your dumping trip.
- "Alright Sweetie. You got your story straight?"
- >"We were at home alone all day, we read books, I practiced my magic, and we took a nap."
- "And the rules?"
- >"Don't tell anyone ever ever ever. Not even Scootaloo or Applebloom. Don't go back to the field for a long time. Don't listen to the news or rumors."
- >"And don't talk about her unless it would be weird not to."
- "Right. Remember, there's no reason for anyone to suspect you."
- >Setting out, the two of you skulk your way through the lightest outskirts of the small village.
- >Unlike normal, more than the occasional guard patrols the streets, Filthy's wealth likely having bought all the extra eyes the town was willing to spare.
- >It's still not much though, and you easily slip by.
- >Finally arriving at horseshoe lake, you load your cargo into a stolen rowboat and shove off.
- >It's slow going by moonlight till you reach what you feel is a good spot.
- >Ropes connecting to rocks are tied around the burlap sack and tossed over.
- >The two of you breath a sigh of relief before Sweetie starts to sniffle.
- >"So what now?"
- "Now we return this boat, go home, I'll burn my clothes, and we'll never talk about this again."
- >"But...I wish I didn't even have this stupid horn."
- "Accidents happen Sweetie. No need to dwell on it. When this blows over, we'll look into horn safety. Alright?"
- >"Alright...Thanks Anon. I love you."
- "Love you too, Sweetie." you tell the filly, placing a hand on her withers.
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- Anal Fashion
- >This world never ceases to amaze you.
- >Magic. Adventure. A multitude of sapient species, with new ones popping up from time to time. and the ruins of a few who seem to be long dead.
- >You've explored what its had to offer as best you safely could, then just popped over to the next village whenever your exotic flare started to fade.
- >Food, drink. trinkets. You've tried out the girls of many a race, but never started one of the harems that are the standard.
- >Still too young to be tied down, after all.
- >But the big topic on everyones lips is the rebirth of a fashion trend from almost a century ago.
- >Or rather, one that has come and gone several times throughout history, across several nations and species.
- >Mares of all classes have taken to decorating their genitals and pretty little ponuts with piercings and toys.
- >But no vaginal insertions. In their eyes, this is sexy and all, but it's not REALLY actually sexual if there's nothing being put in there.
- >But god DAMN do they flaunt it. The whole point is to appeal to the guys. So they take it as a compliment if you get down and stare right at it. Maybe touch... just a little.
- >So with a few sweet words to the mayor, and the help of this towns self-proclaimed fashionista, you managed to set up a genital fashion competition.
- >So that the mares in town could see what their stallions liked in a mare, of course.
- ~
- >Be Dash.
- >You're currently sitting by the fountain in the town square, slightly grinding a plug as you and Applejack watch stallions.
- >"Whatcha think of that one Dash?"
- "I dunno, kinda scrawny, you know?"
- >"Mmhmm."
- "That one?" you say, pointing to a fit stallion with like seven mares following.
- >"Nah. He's good lookin' an' all, but ya ain't never gonna stand out in a herd that big."
- "Pfft. I could stand out among a hundred mares."
- >"Heheh. That's a good one Rainbow. Ah know how ya are. Whenever you so much as talk to a stallion, you trip over yer own hooves faster than ya can fly."
- "Shut up Applejack." you say, your cheeks burning. "I'm serious. No mare could compete with THIS!"
- >"That so? Why don'tcha put your money where your mouth is?"
- "I'm listening..."
- >"There's this nethers fashion show goin' on in about a month. Some big show as an excuse to show off for the fella's. Hundred bits says the judges'll barely give you a second glance."
- "I accept!" you blurt without thinking. Again. "So. Uhh. You gonna compete?"
- >"Nah. Ah already got a plug and a chastity ring. Keep it simple, ya know? You might wanna hurry up though, ya only got a month of healin' before they can shootcha down."
- >Oh, no way you're gonna take that smug crap lying down.
- "Later AJ. I've got a competition to prepare for."
- >And with that, you head off.
- >Sadly, you couldn't count on Rarity for tips, because she was competing too. Typical. So you needed to wing it.
- >Almost five weeks on piercings, healing, and stretching later, it's time.
- >Arriving, you quickly sign up and slip back stage to get ready.
- >But, there's SO many mares here. Dozens! There's every combination of plugs, and piercings, and gimmicks.
- >For the first time in a long time, you feel completely out classed.
- >Soon after, everyone is called to the stage and lined up.
- >Your legs feel like noodles, as you stare into the crowd. It's big. Real big. And with a really big concentration of stallions, maybe more than you've ever seen at once.
- >And it feels like they're all staring at you.
- >At the judges table, you see five stallions from town, and that weird human thing that wandered up a while back.
- >Him? Really?
- >He has a reputation with the mares in town. And now he's going to be looking at you? Judging you? T..touching you?
- >"Alright ladies. This is how it's going to work. This is our first contest, so we'll keep it simple."
- >"We'll call you up one at a time. Examine your presentation and describe it to the crowd, then you'll perform a task or skill, kind of a talent show thing."
- >"Each judge will assign points based on the mares looks, choice of accessories, presentation, and ability to function during tasks versus the extremeness of the fashion and task difficulty."
- >"Then we'll tally it all up and choose three winners. Please step back to the curtain until we call your name."
- >Everyone does so and waits.
- >Okay, so not everything is as out there as you thought. A lot of it is just clit rings, rapid winks, and big plugs.
- >But there are some stand outs. But you're more focused on something else. Besides you and Rarity, Twilight and Pinkie also turned up. Great.
- >"Next up. Miss "Lady Rarity"."
- >Rarity and the judges take center stage.
- >"Hello darlings! I'm ready to shine!"
- >"Mmmhm. As you can see, fine fans. This pearly mare is wearing a lovely collection of tack."
- >"A minimal harness and belt connect by chain to teat and clit piercings, from which hang feathery adornments."
- >"A bridle rests on her head, from the belt is a piece that pulls her tail high, leaving her silky black loins on full display."
- >Taking hold of her toy, he pulls it out as she suppresses a moan.
- >"In her shapely rear rests a thick dildo, 9 inches long and as thick as a mares foreleg. Truly, a lady who will do anything to satisfy her stallion."
- >"Peacock feathers on the top of the bridle, harness, and jutting from the dildo tell us this is a mare who's proud of who she is."
- >He turns her fully around, showing her gape to the crowd.
- >"And to top it all off, chastity rings. For the mare waiting for the perfect herd."
- >Sliding the toy back in, he sets her to the side.
- >"Alright miss "Lady" Rarity. Time for your show. Why don't you show us what you have?"
- >"Oh of course, you flatterer you!"
- >Winding up, Rarity does a silly, fru fru dance number, making sure to strut about and show off that tree she shoved in her butt.
- >Once she finishes, the judges hold up their scores.
- >Medium high.
- >"W..what! But I helped organize this event! Anonymous, darling, how could you turn on me like this?!"
- >"Rarity, dear. I may be a philandering, lecherous pervert, but I have principals. I thought your get up is too flashy and over the top. I voted as such."
- >You can hardly hold in your laughter as she storms out of the building in a huff.
- >Then there was Twilight.
- >She had all this tacky mess made of gold, with a gold and diamond bit symbol hanging from her clit ring.
- >Her act was a painful rap about how she's a pretty princess and how she should have a herd of stallions, instead of being in a stallions herd.
- >She got disqualified for "tackiness, unlikability, flabby librarian booty, and cracking disgusting horse farts while being examined".
- >A few more contestants pass, then it's Pinkie's turn.
- >"Next up. Everyones friend, miss Pinkamina "Pinkie" Diane Pie.
- >Pinkie hops forward and presents to the crowd.
- >"So, dear viewers, there doesn't seem to be much here. There's a, let's see, 5 inch long and fairly thick candy cane colored buttplug, and...is that a yo-yo on your clit ring?"
- >"Yessiree!"
- >"So I take it you intend to rely on skill over the extremeness of your fashion itself? Please, put on a show for us." Anon tells her as he pops her toy back in her butt.
- >"Oklydokley!" Pinkie blurts with a smile.
- >With a bump of her hind legs, the yoyo falls to the ground, before she starts winding it up and down with her winks.
- >Then it gets worse!
- >She balances on her forehooves, and swings it around the world, even bringing it further and closer with half winks.
- >THEN, she starts using these custom horseshoes on her rear hooves to do all kinds of complex string tricks.
- >It's incredible! It's impossible! There's no way anyone could compete!
- >The judges agree, and she gets probably the highest score yet.
- >A few more pass, before it's finally your turn.
- >"Next contestant. Please give a round of applause for the future wonderbolt, Rainbow Dash. Dashie, please come up."
- >This is it! They really are looking at you now. All the stallions, watching, judging. Saying you're not good enough for their herds.
- >Legs trembling, you walk forward.
- >"Well, Dash? Are you going to present or not?"
- "Huh? Oh, yeah. Take a look."
- >You turn, and present, and immediately feel him touching you all over.
- >"Seems we've got another creative one, folks. Here we seem to have have a plug, clit spur, and anal reins combo."
- >He pulls and prods as he figures you out, before he pulls out your toy, sending shivers down your spine.
- >"Very interesting. The reins extend only through the walls of this especially perky ponut, but can be joined by magnets in the narrow part of the plug. 5 inches long, unusually wide."
- >"And then there's this dulled spur! As you can see folks, it's connected to the end of a thick, clit framing ring. When she winks, it rolls down her button, when she retracts, it's rolls up."
- >Suddenly, he plunges the plug back in, shaking your whole body.
- >"So miss Dash, what do you have planned for us?"
- "I..I've got some awesome air tricks to show you. Get ready for...for the coolest thing you've ever seen!"
- >"Really? Well then!" He gives your but reins a sharp tug. "Giddyup little horsey!"
- >But you can't giddy up.
- >Between the tugging, the plug, and the spur, you're pushed over the edge.
- >Right there, in front of everyone, you let out a huge, soupy maregasm and a big whinny!
- >As soon as you regain your senses, you bolt straight forward, behind the curtain.
- >"Well. I suppose we'll just move on to our next contestant then....."
- >Another hour passes as you sulk backstage, when you hear them start to announce the winners.
- >"Ladies and especially gents, the judges have made their decisions."
- >"In third place is....Flitter and Cloudchaser, with their piercings connected by very short chains, and their daring, coordinated acrobatics."
- >"Truly, these are two girls who will go to any lengths for their herd. But stallions beware, these incestuous twins are most assuredly a package deal."
- >"In second place is....Lyra Heartstrings, with her clit bell, teat chimes, drum plug, and vaginal harp made from spreader and gauges."
- >"Certainly an interesting one. But I'm sorry to say, stallions. That this xenophilic filly marches to the meat of a different race."
- >"And in first place...as if there was any other choice, is the Pink with the wink!"
- >"I envy any guy who gets her, because muscle control like that must be heaven itself. Congrats Pinkie, may you be the alpha mare of your stallions herd!"
- >The entire area is a thunder of applause.
- >You're about ready to slink off when something unexpected happens.
- >"Lastly, an honorable mention to Rainbow Dash. While you may have fallen short, your creativity is greatly admired, and I hope your design catches on."
- >"If you're still here, there's a complimentary prize waiting for you in the back."
- >"That concludes our first, but hopefully not last plugs and piercings competition. Good night everyone."
- >A little later, you're in the lobby when you're confronted by Applejack.
- >"Hey pardner. Guess ah owe ya that hundred bits, huh?"
- "What? But..But I..ugh, lost..."
- >"The bet wasn't thatcha'd win. It was that ya could stand out ta the guys. Ya got runner's up, so least one of 'em noticed ya."
- "Yeah, told ya I could stand out in even the biggest herd. Kinda wish I hadn't freaked, though."
- >"Well, if it's any consolation, ya beat ol' high an' mighty Rarity at her own game."
- "Pfft! Yep, you can bet I'm gonna rub her snout in it too!"
- >"Anyway, looks like ya got company. Ah'll have yer bits for ya later."
- >Turning around, you can see Anon coming around the corner, Lyra following right behind.
- >"Miss Dash, so glad you're still here! Thought you wouldn't be picking up your prize!"
- "Oh, yeah. Heh... So what's the prize?"
- >"Food, a plug. A few bits. You can hop in bed with me and Lyra if you like."
- "I uh..."
- >A stallion is talking to you! To you! Dash!
- >Stay calm, be cool.
- "Hell yeah!"
- >Smooth.
- >He grabs your butt reins, and pulls, forcing you to hobble along after him.
- >"Well, come along little pony, we can use the back room."
- >Today was an alright day.
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- Exploding Boilers
- >"There you go, Master! A shiny new boiler, installed and ready to use!"
- >"So, Master..." pipe up the minotauresses sister, "Perhaps we could be rewarded for our hard work?"
- "Perhaps. Turn around, tails up and touch your hooves."
- >Granite, the younger quickly complies. But her sister hesitates for a moment.
- "Onyx, is there a problem?"
- >"Master, I...."
- >She opts not to say anything further, and instead finishes her task.
- >As you'd expected, a gem studded plug sits nestled in Granite's perky pucker, glistening like her chastity pierced sex.
- >Onxy on the other hand, has a dreadfully empty rump.
- >"Sir, I'm sorry. I was getting sore and I"
- "Thought you'd go a day without it, without my permission?"
- >"Yes sir."
- "You know the rules, girls."
- >"Good girls don't cum!" Granite happily chirps.
- >"And bad girls can't cum." her sullen sister mumbles.
- >Scrounging up a few supplies, you cuff Onyx's hands behind her back before clipping a small chain to her clit ring.
- >The chain is looped around a nearby pipe and back to the ring, just high enough that Onyx is forced onto her tippy hooves to avoid the tugging pain.
- >"Ah! Master! Too rough!!"
- "Eh! Remain quiet, and I'll have you released in an hour and all will be forgiven. Granite, follow me, it's time for milkies!"
- >Onyx can only watch in pain as her sister prances out, indifferent to her suffering, to receive a loving hand-milking session by their master.
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