My little pony: Prison is magic.

Join Anon in a night of non-consensual cuddles for your favorite guardspony!

As always, a - separates the posts.

>Be Anon
>Be in the guard barracks with Cookie + insert random guards ponies
>Have her backed into a corner.
>You see her shaking hard
>"P-Please, Anon. Don't do this!"
>You take another step
"Oh I'm going to. I'll do it."
>You lean down and whisper in her ear
"I'm going to cuddle you. I'll cuddle you until you can't think of anything else except another scritch, head rub..."
>You let the suspense rise as she holds her breath
"Or boop" you finish.
>She starts to cry as images flash though her mind of you rubbing her belly, petting her mane, doing all these things to her
>You reach out and slowly take her ear in your hand, rubbing softly, eliciting small coos of pleasure from the guardspony

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>Her legs grow week at your ministrations, threatening to simply give out at each slow stroke up the side of her ear
>You turn to the absolutely stunned others in the room
"Leave us."
>They bolt for the exit as fast as they can and all get stuck in the door, giving you an excellent view of their flanks, with you take advantage of
>You reach out and rub a single finger along the underside of one of the stuck ponies, pressing firmly, from her chest to the tip of her crotch
>She screeches and, somehow, manages to squeeze through the small space, allowing the other two to tumble after her
>You turn back to little Ms.Cream, who you've kept so "willing" with your attentions to her ear

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"Well, now were all alone. If you thought the shitty little tease you gave me was cuddling, to me, that was foreplay."
>Her eyes widen with terror as you press your mouth close to her ear, your hot and ragged breaths cutting like a scythe into her hope of escape.
"And now, my dear. We can get down to business. Or should I say, Boopness?"
>"No, please- AHHHH!"
>But it was too late. Your mouth wrapped itself around that tender ear and with your tongue slowly prodding it, she quickly succumbed and fell to the floor
>Once she was there, you had no trouble playing her like a cello
>Nomming her ear and boops, became hard and fast strokes of your hand on her belly then her back, not minutes later.
>This went on for hours, with you changing positions and styles kept her guessing
>At first she hated it.
>Then she was indifferent about it because you would probably be done in a few minutes
>Then she began to enjoy it
>Near the end, she was wailing and moaning for you to rub faster, to boop harder
>You emerge four hours later, leaving behind a shuddering, twitching, drooling mess of guard Cream
>You walk back to your cell like the motherfucking-badass-sex-god that you are
>All mares now constantly accost you with the guards "dropping" their batons and other things before BENDING OVER to pick them up
>The stallion guards now insist on calling you "Sir" and slip you pudding and extra gummie bears when they pass by
>Pony prison is Effin' OWNED by you now.

And that's it! Just had to do it, ya' know? The mood just struck.