Dead One Shots From Dead Threads

Shorts that never saw the light of day again.

>Day court starts
>"This is can solved by be nice."
>Celestia gives a confident nod and a wide smile to the Griffon relations officer.
>"B-but... Princess? There have been quite a few raids on our cargo trains, and I'm not sure how..."
>He trails off while Sunhorse gazes attentively.
>After a brief staring contest, the officer leaves the throne room grumbling.
>Celestia turns to you with a confident smirk while raising an eyebrow as if to say, 'Did you see that? Nailed it.'
>You sigh and shake your head.
>You probably should not have let her "proving to you I am can princess."
>She had been stumbling through sentences all morning, and showed no signs of getting better.
>Worse, if anything.
>Before she can hear the next grievance, you step in.
"Sunbutt, it's time to stop."
>"What? I have keep smooth day proceedsings!" She fluffs herself up indignantly, preparing for the next pony
>Not on my watch
>Your arms wrap around her from behind, giving you free reign to nibble on an exposed ear
>A heavy shade of red lights her muzzle as she releases a small stifled moan
"No one can understand you. Just let Luna take over for a while; maybe just until you feel better."
>Sunhorse hangs her head and pouts at you, only earning her an annoyed eyebrow raise.
>"I am suppose..."
>You chuckle and scratch behind her ear while leading her away from the throne.
>After the two of you arrive at her chambers, Celestia turns to you with a sly grin and a mild blush.
>"You are being play games of danger in the throne rooming. Are you ready to be breed, Anon?"
>Your Sunbutt wasn't completely out of commission just yet.
>Dawn of the second day
>You awake in Celestia’s bed to find that your breeding partner is missing, leaving you a bit lonely and cold without her pressed against you.
>You assume she has just gone to freshen up and worm your way out of the blankets’ fuzzy embrace.
>You could use a bit of freshening as well.
>Celestia had been a little more enthusiastic than usual, and kept saying things like, “Continuing Anon, this is of adequate~”
>Sheets and pillows were strewn across the floor, many of which would glow under a blacklight.
>Maybe a good night of pleasure and relaxation fixed her speech problem?
>Eager to find out, you rush through your morning routine in the royal washroom before-
>*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
>Too loud!
>”Anonymous! Our sister is not well!” a voice only recognizable as the princess of the night rings out from behind the chamber entrance.
>You approach the door and grasp the handle only to have Luna slam the door into your face, knocking you onto your ass.
>Blood is running from your nose.
>Thanks.
>Luna’s disposition of worry shifts to one of mild embarrassment as she notices the state and smell of the room.
>Yeah, soak it in.
>Luna collects herself and clears her throat.
>”Y-yes, and we have been! Our belligerent sister insists upon raising the sun, but we haven’t seen her struggle this much since she was a filly! Long did we plead, but to no avail.”
>You turn your attention out the balcony and notice that the rising sun was a bit… wobbly.
“Looks like we need to have a chat with old Sunbutt.”
>The walk through the castle was a short one; you had to nearly run to keep up with Luna.
>You arrive at the courtyard, where Celestia had placed herself in the middle of several rows of hedges.
>The look of strain on her face was obvious.
“Celly, what are you doing out here? I thought we agreed to let Luna handle things for a while.”
>She turns to you with a mixed expression of guilt and resolve, while still maintaining the sun’s gradual climb.
>”I am to be raise the sun, yes? Sun princess?” Celestia turns away to focus on her task.
>You feel a wave of feels wash over you as you contemplate the position you had put her in.
>Without raising the sun and princess duties, she was merely a pretty white pony with wings and a horn.
>To some, but not to you.
“Luna, be ready to catch the sun.”
>Luna deadpans.
>”Anonymous, that is not how it works. What are you planning to do to our sister? Anonymous?!”
>Celestia was, as always, easy to sneak up on, which is probably why her kingdom got attacked so many times.
>You reach one arm around her and hoist her off the ground onto your shoulder, rear first.
>”Eep! Anon, for why have this happen? The sun-“
“Is perfectly fine with Luna (probably.) You need to fix yourself before coming back to this kind of stuff.”
>”I am believe I am to be health!”
“Not even close. I’m taking you to a doctor, and we’re getting you looked at.”
>The Sunhorse’s wings start to unfurl, one pressing up against your face.
>”Someone else could to be looking at me~. You are in aware of my like your assertion~.”
>Oh boy.
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>Tirek has the princesses in his magical grip, having just discovered their ruse.
>Ripping open a portal to tartarus, he pauses before banishing them as a faint sound reaches his ears.
>Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
>Recognising the sound of a heavy set two-legged gait, Tirek decides to mock his alicorn captives before dealing with them.
"A single minotaur guard? THIS is your final play? It's practically an insult."
>Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
>A shadow falls over the entrance to the throne room, the creature casting it still out of sight.
"Hah! And it's only a runt too scared to show his face! Pathetic!"
>Chh Chh
>The centaur cocks his head in confusion as Luna's eyes widen, the latter recognising the distinct sound.
"SISTER, CADENCE, SHUT YOUR EYES AND COVER YOUR EARS.!"
>Tirek whirls around at the sudden outburst.
"What?!"
>StompStompStompStompStompStompStomp
>Whirling around a second time, Tirek only has a moment to take in the sight of what appears to be a green boulder barreling towards him before his head explodes in a shower of gore, the sound of a 12-gauge shotgun producing some chunky salsa echoing through the throne room as the three alicorns drop unceremoniously to the floor.
>Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
>....
>Celestia cracks an eye open, curiousity winning out against her better judgement.
>She immediately regrets the decision.
>A series of cracks run from the entrance up to a few metres away from Tirek, the centaur himself sprawled on the ground in an unnatural position while a figure (Anon, a small part of her mind provides) wearing green full body armor seems to be observing a nearby window.
>Oh, and Tirek's head is missing several pieces, that's a thing.
>Those bloodstains will take forever to wash out.
>As she spots his left horn laying on the ground a short distance away, her body decides that is an appropriate point to begin evacuating her breakfast.
>Crash.
>Looking up from the remains of what used to be several pancakes, Celestia observes Anon with both fists through a stained glass window, his strange weapon laying on the ground next to him.
"Grk!"
>Crack
"ARGH"
>Walking backwards, Anon drags the draconequus into the throne room proper, one hand clutching one of his horns, the other firmly wrapped around his neck.
>Bringing the sharp horn up to one of Discords eyes, Anon finally speaks in an unnaturally monotone voice, slightly altered by the helmet he was wearing but still recognisable.
>"Be glad this world has mellowed me out in the time i've been here."
>Trying to put the bloodied mess of her biggest nightmare out of her mind, Celestia calls out to Anon as she walks over to him.
"How did you do that?"
>"Gut feeling, i guess hell runes work just as well on chaos magic."
>Looking down at the draconequus slowly turning blue before her, she makes a decision.
"Let him breathe."
>Still restrained but with airways clear, Discord gasps and chokes for air.
"Tha-hank yo-"
>The sound of a metal clad hoof stomping the floor dangerously close to his head stops him in his tracks.
"Discord."
>Eye's turned to the Princess of the Sun, he barely suppresses a shudder at the glare he was recieving.
"I do not know your reasons for betraying us, and quite frankly i do not care."
"B-but i-"
"We trusted you, EVERYPONY trusted you, and you spat on that trust the first chance you had."
"Actions have consequences Discord, i believe it's time you learned that."
"Anon, these runes you spoke of, can they be copied?"
>Silently observing their one-sided exchange up to now, the human thinks for a moment before nodding.
>"I dont see why not, make sure they're powered by enough energy and they should work just fine."
"Good, please continue restraining him in the meanwhile, it should not take long for a Collar and Manacles to be forged."
>Turning back towards her Sister and Niece, the latter currently re-living her breakfast while the former rubs her back soothingly, Celestia is stopped short by the sound of Anon's voice, it's previous monotone now replaced with a more familar warmth.
>"Hey. I'm sorry you had to see that, i know that's not how things are normally done around here."
>The fact he said 'I'm sorry you had to see that.' and not, 'I'm sorry i had to do that.' drifts through her mind before she replies.
"It's okay, you did what you thought was best."
>The fact that she doesnt agree with his methods is left unsaid as she continues walking towards her fellow alicorns, pointedly not looking at the rapidly cooling remains of Equestria's biggest threat.
>She cant help but think they may have simply traded him for a bigger one.
"Sister, do not trouble your mind with malignant fantasy."
>Pulled from her thoughts by the sound of her siblings voice, Celestia realises she's on the recieving end of flat stare.
"I did not know you could read thoughts in the wakened world Luna."
>Rolling her eyes while continuing to comfort cadence, the moon princess lets out a small huff.
"Only yours dear sister, I know full well what troubles you as it's the same thing I thought of when i first walked through one of Anon's dreams."
>Eyes dropping down to a random spot on the floor, her voice gaining a somber edge, she continues.
"He has experienced horrors that defy imagination dear sister, the very fact he is able to talk with us, laugh with us, LIVE with us and be our FRIEND, is a testament to his strength of will, character, and kindness,"
>Her gaze coming back up from the floor, the sun princess gapes slightly as Luna's eyes glisten with unshed tears.
"He just wants to rest, Sister, why must fate be so cruel as to deny him even that?"
>Wrapping her wings around Sister and Niece both, Celestia hugs them tightly, unable to shield them from the world, but trying to convey what little comfort she was able.
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>Scent plays a large part of pony culture.
>You know this, but have some trouble telling scents apart since all ponies seem to have the same pleasant 'feminine' smell that you can't place.
>By now, you're already in a relationship because an opportunistic mare asked you out.
>One day, your mare has an odd request.
>She wants you to cum in her chest tuft.
>So like any good bf, you do it.
>The thing about pony tufts is that they hold scents remarkably well.
>So even after the cum is washed out, the smell is going to stay for several days.
>You have no idea that she's going to strut through town the next day with a cloud of your testosterone filled stank as a badge that screams "Look at me my mate is both virile and daring."
>Most of the ponies she passes are left hot under the collar after catching a whiff.

>Wear clothes all the time
>Your scent is masked by it constantly as momma didnt raise no dirty boi.
>Help out with some random task in the sun for a couple hours.
>On your way home for a shower you've blissfully unaware of the mare populations suddenly acquired clothes fetish.
>"No WONDER he wears those all the time, they'd never get anything done otherwise!"
>"Oh my gosh he's like a big sexy present just casually walking around."
>"Girls, we should be rational about this, he's still anon at the end of the day and we shouldnt treat him as an object."
>The next day anon asks Twilight whether equestria has any problems with gnomes, as all his undergarments appear to have gone missing.
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>If you so much as even hint at being gay, they send the pony gestapo to your house
>A squadron of highly trained sexual combat mares break down your door and forcefully drain your balls until you're straight again
>Anon loudly proclaims his faggotry once a week

>"Gay again this week, Anon?"
"Yes ma'am."
>"One might think you're taking advantage of the system."
"I would never! I am a law abiding citizen, I assure you."
>"That's why you're gay for the 27th time this year? It's a wonder you haven't been banished already~"
"Oh! I prepared some refreshments, by the way."
>"Stud Light! My favorite!"
"I knew you would approve, officer."
>"You know, if you keep breaking the law like this I might have to quit the force and be a full-time supervisor to your rehabilitation."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
>You get to one knee and present a pair of cuffs
"Will you be my warden and keep me on the straight and narrow from now until the end of my sentence?"
>She tears up
>"It's a life sentence, you know."
"And I'd not spend it under the watchful gaze of anyone but you."
>And they fugged happily ever after

>"Virgins, hm? Get the rookie on it!"
>Doorbell rings
>Way-too-enthusiastic guard behind it
>Has no idea what she's doing
>Smile as she struggles with your zipper
>"Oh right, your profile also said you like dirty talk. Um, you know, it would be super keen if you stopped being gay."
"I don't know..."
>"Either stop liking cock or I'll, uh, rut you 'til you drop!"
>Turns out dirty talk for her is playing good cop bad cop
>You inform her it would work better if she had a second cop to play one of those parts
>This might have broken her as you swear you can see the cogs stop turning behind her now cross-eyed peepers
>Her snootle scrunches up in adorable confusion
>Unable to help yourself, you reach out and boop it
>Surprisingly, she reboots!
>"I- I will be the one asking the questions around here!"
"Do you even have any questions for me that you can't find the answers to in my profile?"
>"Yes, um... h-how do you-"
"You mean to tell me you're in the sexual forces and you don't know?"
>"Hnnng, please don't tell my CO! I was supposed to take fellatio classes but all the training dildos were already taken so I had to practice on a carrot... but it was part of my lunch so I ended up eating it instead!"
>Oh god, your heart
"Don't worry, I'll teach you how."
>"Really?! Actually... is it okay for me to be taking lessons on such crucial techniques from a civilian?"
"Sure it is! Don't worry, I spent most of my adult life shitposting on an anonymous imageboard dedicated to little girl's cartoons. I know all about dick sucking!"
>"Wow, no wonder you're so gay!"
"Ye- ...Yes, that's exactly it."
>She gives you a salute
>"I'm ready to learn!"
"Alright. Stand on your head."
>"L-Like this?"
"Now quack like a duck."
>"Quack! Quack! Quack!"
>Oh god, she's actually doing it
"Okay, stop. I can't do this. I can't fuck you, you're too cute."
>"What?! But I have to fu- d-do naughty things to you to turn you straight again!"
"Don't worry, you've chased away the gay with all that beetus you're throwing my way."
>"Really?"
"I haven't the slightest desire to suck any cocks. You're really that good at your job."
>She hoofpumps and does a little celebratory dance
>"Yay! Now the chief is sure to give me a gold star in excellence!"
>She strikes a pose
>"Now off to my next job to dispense sexual justice!"
>wat
>no
>You must protect that innocence
"I'll join you."
>"Huh?"
"I feel so rehabilitated that I must share my story with the world!"
>"I dunno, that goes against code..."
"Think of it, wouldn't my complete turnaround serve as inspiration to others to stop their criminally faggoty ways?"
>"Hey, yeah! That sounds like a great idea!"
>And so you became partners in crime- er, justice
>It wasn't long before you were taken on officially and decorated as the best officer the force has ever seen
>Turns out having a six-foot biped crashing through your door screaming that he's going to suck your dick is enough to scare the gay out of anypony
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>Anonpone becomes a member of the Royal Guard
>He's a total pussy who couldn't fight his way out of paper bag; the only reason he joined was to get to the mirror
>He wants to be a human, just like in his cartoon show for little colts
>The portal is open for a brief moment, and he jumps in immediately
>For whatever reason, he's still a pony
>Fuck
>And the portal closed behind him, and probably won't open again for another century or something
>Double fuck
>And nobody can understand him for some reason, and think he's a stray animal
>Triple fuck
>While on the run, he happens across Sunset Shimmer, who of course speaks horse
>She lets him stay with her, on the condition that he pretends to be her pet around other people
>He's not to happy about it, especially the leash he has to wear when they go outside
>But Sunset is actually enjoying it quite a bit
>The idea of having an intelligent being as her pet kinda turns her on a little
>The fact that everyone except her sees him as a dumb animal ignites a furious blaze in her panties
>She starts to treat him more and more as an actual pet, and there isn't really anything he can do about it
>She's literally the only person who understand him; she's all he has
>It's either be her pet, or compete for scraps on the streets with stray dogs and cats

>The portal gleamed at him.
>Begging to be used.
>Anon glanced around him, the hall was barren.
>The steady clip-clop of his hooves on the polished floor followed him as he stepped up to the portal.
>A regular mirror, reflecting his green coat, gleaming golden armor, and black mane seemed to sit before him.
>He knew better.
>This was his chance, his one way back to being a Human.
>It would be open for another day, at most, then it would close.
>He had to.
>Anon couldn't simply walk away- he had put too much effort into becoming a Royal Knight to simply give up now.
>The glass rippled under his hoof like water.
>It wasn't cool, nor warm, but he could feel the energy.
>A gently buzz hummed through him, rattling his leg ever so slightly.
>In for a penny, he thought.
>Another glance around; the hall containing the magic mirror was still empty.
>Anon closed his eyes, taking in a shuddering breath.
>This was it.
>He was gonna do it.
>Anon blew out a breath, his shoulders slouching as he set his hoof on the ground.
>Spinning around, he prepared to stalk away from the portal.
>Jumping a little, Anon glanced around.
>His hindquarters had impacted the now dangerously wobbling mirror.
>A noise of surprise and a quick flash of magic, and the toppling mirror cast him into a brand new world.
>Before he could get all the way through to the other side, the mirror hit the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces.
>A breath.
>Anon's eyes opened.
>Dull, aching throbs covered him from head to hoof.
>He moaned in pain, certain that his armor- and, for that matter, his body- were now covered in bruises.
>In between being thrown through the portal and being thrown out, he had tumbled around in an otherwise infinitely large space.
>That didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.
"Oh my... Poor little horsie, did someone hurt you?"
>A soft feminine voice, barely audible over the pounding in his head.
>Familiar as it was, Anon couldn't place it until she turned him over.
>Fluttershy, or what looked like a taller, skinnier, less equine Fluttershy stared down at him.
>Her bright blue eyes were filled with concern for him.
"Y-yeah I think I'll be alright."
>His voice wasn't overly loud, nor was it well enunciated, yet it was still audible.
>Fluttershy bit her lip, seemingly ignoring him.
>Odd.
>Fluttershy hooked her arms around his back, lifting him up much like a baby.
>Anon blushed, well aware of the warm, soft bumps pressing into his side.
>With another thin groan of pain, Anon relaxed into Fluttershy's soft grip.
>Hopefully when he woke up the pain would leave him.
>He awoke in a soft bed, caressed in fluffy blankets and with a drowsy, muddled fog covering his mind.
>The pain was now just a distant throb that lingered around him, gone was the stabbing pain that crippled him.
>He could feel someone above him, even in his muddled state.
>His attempts to look up were stopped by a warm hand pressing against his neck, forcing his face back down onto the pillow.
"Don't move around too much little guy, Fluttershy said you took a bad fall."
>The voice was unfamiliar to him, but he complied none the less.
>It hurt to move.
"You're in my home. I'm the one who's going to be taking care of you."
>Anon groaned in reply.
>Another beat, and he finally worked a kink out of his jaw.
"Thanks."
>The hand, now resting gently on his neck, jerked in surprise.
"I... Understand you? Fluttershy said you came out of the portal... I just had no idea you would still be speaking a language I could understand."
>The shock was evident in the stranger's voice.
>Despite the protests of his body, Anon rolled around to look at the girl above him.
>Her hair was short, cut to just above her shoulders with a red and yellow motif.
>It stood out starkly against the dim lighting of the room.
>She was staring at him oddly.
"...Are you hungry?"
>Anon nodded lightly, wincing at the phantom pain that pierced his neck.
"Here, try and sit up. I made you some soup earlier, for when you woke back up, but I'd really rather not spill it on you by feeding you on your back."
>Anon didn't respond, instead he let out a tired groan, his muscles protesting as he lifted himself up.
>His muscles protested loudly, but his stomach roared, demanding to be fed.
>Ultimately, his stomach won out.
>Anon sat back on his haunches and gave her a dreary look.
>She was holding out a spoonful of vegetable soup, waiting for him to drink it down.
>He did so quickly, and before long the woman before him was refilling the spoon over and over.
"I'm Sunset by the way."
"Anon."
>Anon winced at the gruff, grave tone his voice took on, but there was no way to get around it.
"Nice to meet you."
>Sunset smiled softly at him, setting the spoon in the now empty bowl and reaching up to ruffle the top of his unkempt mane.
>Anon sighed in pleasure, Sunset knew just where to scratch.
"So, you're from Equestria too?"
>Sunset nodded at his question, setting the bowl on the end table next to her.
"Yes. I found the situation here to be better than in Equestria."
>She was evasive and shifty eyed in her answer, but Anon wasn't going to ask.
>His answer would sound much the same as hers, at any rate, for leaving Equestria.
"So... There's some bad news."
>She seemed awkward in announcing that, Anon mused, no doubt she didn't know when to bring it up.
"The portal back is closed. More accurately, the statue the portal is located in, is crumbled."
>Anon hummed in thought.
"Mirror fell over on me, got sent through. Broke before I could get all the way through."
>Sunset's eyebrows lifted up.
"Probably why you're still a pony. There's also some more... Well, news."
>He twitched his hoof, telling her to go on.
"The laws here are a lot more strict than in Equestria-- here, you're a pet, and no one can understand you. I've, if you're agreeable, decided to take you in."
>Anon's jaw fell open.
>Ignoring the twinge of pain, he looked away with a blush.
>The connotations of being a "pet" flustered him, though Sunset misinterpreted.
"T-that's not what I mean! I'll treat you just like a pony! I would never treat you like an, well, an actual pet..."
>Thankful for being misinterpreted, Anon cleared his throat.
"Of course I'll accept, I really have no where else to go. Being a pet is better than living out on the streets, right?"
>Sunset nodded agreement, a relieved look on her face.
"That's all I really needed to talk to you about. I'll come in later to check on you, for now you should get some rest."
>Anon was quick to agree.
>Anon yawned, smacking his lips as he sat up.
>Sunset was already gone.
>Off to High School, he knew.
>Just as she had the last four days.
>In between sleeping and eating, Anon hadn't done much.
>The soreness in his body left him mostly incapacitated.
>He had mostly finished healing, and with that, came a bit of cabin fever.
>In the business week between his arrival here, Anon had yet to go outside.
>The change, from being a Princess' Guard that patrolled a kingdom, to a house pet, was a large one.
>Anon's hooves click-clacked against the tiled floor of Sunset's apartment.
>He hopped up onto the couch and clicked on the television, sinking down into a comfortable position.
>Anon settled in, flicking the television to a random channel and relaxing into a blissful unconscious.

>Sunset trudged into her apartment,
>She sighed, wiping a hand down her face and kicking off her boots.
>The skittering of hooves on tile and a greeting welcomed her.
>Right, Anon was staying with her.
>He was in front of her now, staring up from his position on the floor with his wide, black eyes.
>Sunset grunted her greeting.
>She stepped past him, even as he tried getting her attention, and plopped down on her couch.
>Sunset blew out a breath and sunk into the soft leather.
>Anon hopped up next to her, an annoyed look on his face.
"Are you even listening to me?"
>She shrugged, wincing as she brought her sore legs up to rest on the coffee table in front of her.
"Not really. Whadya want?"
>Anon snorted, pinning Sunset with a look.
"I said I wanted to go for a walk. I've been stuck here for a week."
>Sunset waved him off.
"Maybe later, I just got done with school. I'm tired."
>That didn't abate Anon's annoyance, rather it irked him more.
>Anon sighed, knowing that arguing with her wouldn't help his situation.
>He turned away and prepared to jump off.
>Just as he was, Sunset grabbed him by the barrel.
>Easily she lifted him, much like she would a large house cat.
>Anon squirmed. wiggled.
>The feeling of her hands, soft and warm, around him wasn't entirely unpleasant.
>But just the same, both the indignity of being treated like a dog and the odd pressure on his stomach left something to be desired.
"H-hey! Put me down!"
>Sunset smirked, swinging her legs over to sit at the end of the couch while she laid her head down on the headrest.
>Anon was set gently on her stomach, and before he could scurry away, she had pinned him.
>Her right arm rested on his back- he was kept down, pressed tightly to her stomach.
"Just getting comfortable"
>Anon felt his cheeks heat up at the smirk levied at him, Sunset's grin widened at the blush.
"Maybe you should, too. I wanna take a nap."
>Anon huffed.
>Despite that, he did as suggested.
>Folding his hooves under his body and resting his chin on the bottom of her ribs, Anon settled in for another nap.
>The spot, he lamented, was comfortable.
>Sunset's skin was warm to the touch- as her shirt had exposed her tummy, Anon was resting directly on her skin.
>Her warmth filled Anon, and the gentle beating of her heart helped lull him to sleep.


>Anon jerked awake, his eyes snapping open sharply.
>He was being rolled off of Sunset's torso as she sat up.
>Anon caught himself as he impacted her thighs, landing on his hooves unsteadily.
>Sunset was still half asleep, a groggy, sleepy-eyed look on her face as she tried to rouse herself into full wakefulness
>She let out a jaw-cracking yawn.
>Sunset stretched her arms over her head, moaning as they cracked.
>Another moment, as she let her arms relax, and she stood.
>Unsteadily at first, as the last vestiges of sleep left her, but soon Sunset was balanced.
>Anon copied her, leaning down with his rump in the air to stretch his back.
>He snapped into a standing position as a yawn left him.
"Ready?"
>Anon looked up at Sunset.
>She was looking down at him with a thin, squinty-eyed look.
>He didn't know quite what he expected.
>Trailing along at her heels, perhaps.
>Even riding around in a backpack
>Yet, when Sunset Shimmer decided to stick a collar around his neck and attach a leash to it, he was more than a little indignant.
>Sunset found it hilarious.
>Anon could tell by the way she shook in mirth- with a glittering look in her eyes, to boot,
"Oh shut it."
>Anon's furious look and deep set scowl were wrought harder along his face when Sunset burst into giggles.
"You said you wanted to go for a walk."
>Anon dearly wished she would develop a hernia.
"So I'm taking you for a walk."
>Her humor wasn't lost on him- in fact if the roles were reversed, he'd be laughing as well.
>It wasn't so funny, Anon realized, when he was the one being paraded around.
>Though the cooing girls fawning over him did help a little.
>Until Sunset sent them scurrying away with a furious glare.
"When I said I wanted to go for a walk, Sunset, I meant without a... Leash."
>The very pronunciation of the word left Sunset doubled over in laughter.
>She struggled to form words together, but managed.
>If only.
"You know there are laws about keeping pets on leashes... I could be in big trouble, you know? What would you do if your owner got sent away?"
>Anon's grumbled reply was said under his breath, before he piped up.
"I'm not a pet."
>Sunset stopped, turning down to look at the indignant pony that was scowling up at her.
>She picked him up as if he weighed nothing, which wasn't far from the truth.
>Sunset raised him up to look him in the eye.
"Well, you're a pet here, Anon. My pet, to be frank."
>A breath, and Anon's reply was cut off.
"And you will do as I say. Unless you'd rather compete with the other stray animals?"
>That kept him quiet.
>Truthfully, Sunset had offered him a great deal.
>One that he couldn't possibly turn down.
>Partially because he believed she wouldn't let him turn it down.
"...Fine, Sunset. Could you put me down now?"
"Sure..."
>Anon breathed a sigh of relief.
>Being picked up was uncomfortable.
"But first, you have to lick me."
>The breath of relief was suddenly stuck in his throat as he coughed.
>The sudden connotations of her... Word choice was certainly not lost on him.
>Did she really want him too...?
>In public?
"E-excuse me?"
>Sunset's grin turned almost predatory
>Like a shark that smelled blood in the water.
"You heard me. Lick my cheek."
>Anon slowly regained his composure.
>Relief flooded him.
>Sunset was a cute girl, and all, but...
>No hooves.
>Anon let the thought drop for the moment, and instead turned his gaze back onto an expectant Sunset Shimmer.
>A grimace, and a quick lick later, Sunset was beaming.
>Despite being forced into it, Anon kind of liked it.
>A little salty, but good none the less.
>He almost regretted having Sunset put him down, the way she cradled him in her arms right before she set him down was just...
>Perfect.
>But he was set down, and he was even quicker at her heels.


>Their walk had concluded.
>Only a few minutes after the licking ordeal, as Anon referred to it, they had arrived back at her apartment.
>Anon was loathe to admit that watching Sunset lay on her couch watching tv, curled into a ball while being covered by a blanket was cute.
>He was even more hesitant to admit that when she fell asleep, it was with him in her arms,
>Even further, the thought of ever remembering the way Sunset's heart beat had steadied, and the gentle lullaby of her breathing calmed, had in turn lulled him to sleep was simply out of the window.
>Yet all of it happened, Anon had kept a watchful gaze over her dreams as she encircled him in her warm, loving embrace.
>Much like a pet and an owner.
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>Strawberry watched, transfixed, as Applejack's tongue gently curled around the juicy red fruit.
>Held up in the air, Applejack stared her in the eye as she dragged her moist, wet tongue around the strawberry.
>Strawberry blushed madly and wiped away the sweat that trickled down her forehead.
>The way her tongue, hot and wet and penetrating, dipped in and around the fruit, rolling it along and licking every inch-
>Sunrise was hypnotized, her loins burning pleasurably.
"A-applejack..."
>Applejack didn't respond right away, instead she chewed and swallowed the strawberry before she reached into the bowl set in front of her, and began to bathe it with her tongue.
"Yeah, Strawberry?"
>Strawberry groaned at the breathy moan that Applejack passed off as a voice.
>She was sincerely not regretting inviting the apple-loving pony over to make amends, nor, in a fit of spite, did she regret setting a bowl of strawberries cut in half.
>And, oh lord!
>Strawberry shoved her hoof in her mouth, stifling the squeak and biting down hard enough to draw blood.
>Applejack picked up another strawberry half, covering it in fluffy white cream that sat next to the bowl.
>Her tongue dipped into the open half of the strawberry and slowly curled her tongue this way and that, collecting every little bit of cream before slurping the berry into her mouth.
"Sweet Celestia- Applejack, would you- Wanna-"
>Strawberry Sunrise couldn't form a sentence, stymied by the mare's actions as she was.
"Wanna fuck, is that what y'all mean?"
>Sunrise nodded absently when Applejack filled in the blank for her.
"Ah'd love to, Sugarcube, but, the thing is..."
>Applejack smirked, batting her eyelashes seductively.
"I ain't gay."
>Sunrise's face collided with the table.
>Her heat, building so pleasantly and so perfectly, was gone now.
>Snuffed out like a candle in the Crystal Empire's frozen wasteland.
"I came here to tell ya that I forgive ya, and that I think strawberries are mighty swell and all, but they ain't better than an apple."
>Applejack grinned, tipping her hat back and flashing her pearly white teeth devilishly.
"Looks like an apple even beat a strawberry here."
>Strawberry stared up at her miserably, her eyes drooping and her face settling into a deep-seated frown.
>She looked forlornly at Applejack's backside- which, she noticed, her tail flicking from side to side, just giving her a glance every few steps.
"I'll see y'all later, Strawberry. We should meet up again sometime. Heh."
>The door shut, leaving Strawberry high and dry, and frustrated beyond belief.
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I wanna cum in her sandwich and watch as she slowly eats it

>she simply stands there, watching as you take the sandwich from her hooves and undo your zipper, your free hand instantly fishing for your already hard cock
>she doesn't try to stop you, she doesn't say a word, she simply stay put like a good girl, her pupils seemingly stuck on the tip of your cock, and then going down, then up, then down again in sync with your jerking motions
>a month or so ago, she would've been all flustered and would've started to stammer and blubber excuses, asking you not to do this, not here, someone could see, and you'd have to tell her to be a good girl and to stay quiet, and reassure her that nopony would pass around here at this hour
>but not anymore
>now she trusts you, she knows that you're right, and she knows that you'd protect her if anything happened
>and she also knows that she couldn't possibly fight back anyway, not anymore
>all you have to do is show her your cock, just like you're doing right now
>and call her a good girl, just like you're doing right now
>and just like that, she submits
>eyes devouring your pride, every single inches of it, thoughts lewder and lewder visibly filling her mind as you give your shaft a few pumps
>mouth watering and tongue rolling around her little mouth and licking her pale lips, as if searching for your taste
>ponut clenching in anticipation to what could come, should you desire it
>but you don't
>not right now
>now you feel like playing with her
>and you know just the way, you've been thinking about it for a while now
>claiming her little mouth is good
>spraying your load all over her tongue or deep down her throat as she does her best to suppress her gag reflex, caressing her cheeks as tears start running down, ruining her makeup in the process
>fuck, the thought alone is nearly enough to make you lose control and go with this instead
>but no, you've been preparing this little picknick for a while now, and you even made her this tasty sandwich
>everything a growing filly could need, everything but one thing
>proteins
>and you got just the thing
>just a little more and you'll give her all the proteins she could want, and maybe more
>so you keep going for a few minutes
>and she somehow finds it in herself to look away from your meat and to find your eyes
>asking for permission
>begging for your orders
>anything, really, anything she could do, anything but wait and watch as you pleasure yourself instead of using her
>she's such a good girl
>then you spot it
>her little skirt has been tenting for a while now, but now it got wet, her little tip throbbing and leaking into the cloth, staining it with her pre
>the sight is enough to send you over the edge, and you force your cock in between the two pieces of bread as you groan and release
>and she gives a needy moan, her body shivering at the sight and one of her hoof shoots forward as if to try and reach for you, before she stops it, remembering her orders
>oh you're going to reward her for this
>but not now, not yet
>now you're teasing
>you give your cock a few more pumps, using the sandwich as a sleeve, and then finally wipe whatever's left of your love against the crust
"Here, I'm sure it'll taste better now,"
>you smirk as you hand it over to her
>and she takes it, and eyes it
>for a while, for a good ten seconds, then her eyes find your wilting cock, then go back to the treat
>you start wondering if there's actually something wrong, if you somehow did something she didn't like--
>until she moans again, before pulling the sandwich open and bringing the first half to her lips
>she then extends her tongue and give it a long, slow lick on its entire length, from one edge to the other, her tongue making sure to linger longer whenever it met a larger wad, and not moving further until she's sure she's got everything
>she finally opens her eyes as she finishes with the first piece of bread, and they find yours as she slowly, ever so slowly retracts her tongue, making sure you can see it all, see your seed covering the organ as it goes past her lips, making sure you see her purposely push some of your essence out of her mouth so she can use her tongue to smear it all over her lips, making her sloppy entrance even more enticing and inviting
>she knows how much you love it when she makes a mess
"Fuck..."
>you fail to stifle this groan, letting out that you somehow lost your absolute control over her
>that she finally breached through
>and the little minx smirks smugly as she keeps playing with her tongue and licking her lips clean
>"Is there more?~"
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>You invite Thunderlane and your bitch over for dinner, and drug the stallion's meal.
>Once he's unconscious, you whip your dick out and begin to hose him down with jizz while his little brother watches.
>"A-anon, what are you doing? Thunderlane's gonna be super mad when he wakes up covered in all of your-"
>He licks the drool from his pale, glossy lips, salivating profusely.
>"-Your stuff. I thought you didn't want any pony to know about us?"
"And no one will, as long as you clean up all the evidence."
>You punctuate the statement by leaking a final, thick glob unto the elder brother's sheath and balls, completing your masterful painting.
>You call it, White, Cirrus Clouds Amidst a Stormy Grey Sky.
>Or the results of taking a production-upping potion and blasting the resulting pints of semen unto an roofied pegasus.
>"Me? How am I gonna clean up all of that? I'm not strong enough to move him to the bathtub."
"Did you really just suggest washing all of my hard work down the drain? That doesn't sound like something a good girl would think. A good girl uses her tongue. Are you a good good girl, Rumble?"
>"Y-yes, Anon."
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I want to fight her over a piece of bacon using only our mouth/muzzle
I need to draw that

>here you were, in a game of tug of war with a lavender unicorn
>and the rope was bacon
>a huge piece of bacon that leaked delicious juices as it stretched taut between two hungry predators
>"Gif me," you mumble through a mouth of meat, "da bacon," and punctuate your order with a savage pull of your jaws
>the equine across you snorts and stamps her hoof in wordless defiance
>she pulls at the bacon with her tongue, tucks it between her flat teeth and advances inch by delicious inch towards you,
>your sharper teeth betray you, the bacon tears in your mouth and you struggle to hold on to what you can as the unicorn stuffs more and more into her hungry maw
>a foot, half that, then only scant inches separate the two of you
>your lips meet hers, her half-lidded eyes gaze into yours
>her huge tongue blitzkriegs passed your lips, plays across your teeth like a xylophone, and pins your tongue like a professional wrestler
>you moan into each others mouth
>then her tongue wraps around the bacon and snatches it from your jaws
>she pushes you onto your ass with a hoof as she withdraws
>"Cheater," is all you can breathlessly manage.
>Twilight chews at the bacon won from your mouth, a look of smug triumph gracing her beautiful visage as she swallows with an "Ah"
>your eyes trace the path of her food as it races down her graceful neck to its final destination
>she trots forwards and leans in close to you, her hot breath playing across your face
>"You've got a little something there, anon."
>like a dog, her big, smooth pony tongue runs rampant across your lips
>a moan escapes her lips as she slurps up every fatty bit of bacon from your face
>not a single speck escapes her notice, and you're thourougly dampened from her efforts
>"Okay, Twilight," you manage to sputter despite her vicious tongue lashing, "I think you got everything."
>she doesn't stop
>her sultry eyes close completely and her tongue ventures to places where bacon has never touched
>the librarian moans again, louder this time, so loud it'd sound fake in the bedroom
>Twilight's muzzle works its way into the crook of your t-shirt, stretching the fabric to its limit as her tongue beats back and forth across your breast
>you giggle in spite of the absurdity of the situation, your hands futily trying to push her head away
>"Twily, what the fuck?"
>her eyes snap open, her eyes- shrunk to pinpricks- wander all over your body before finally meeting yours
>"Delicious,"
>"I get it, girl, you like bacon, but don't you think that was a bit much?"
>"Bacon? O-oh, yes, of course, bacon," she says, llcking her lips.
"Why don't you clean yourself up, anon, you can use my royal suite right over there. I gottagofindabook BYE!"
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