NSFW Filly Shorts - Updated 11/12/14 [mlp]

Estrus Denial - Cutie Brand Crusaders non canon idea testing

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>It's been just under eight months since you arrived in this land of pastel ponies.
>Six months since you married Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo in an informal polygamous ceremony.
>Five since you decided that they should really focus their efforts on trying to get obedience cutie marks.
>And three since, during one of her visits, Appleblooms cousin Babs joined your little herd. Like the other three, she accepted that submission was simply expected of her.
>Honestly, obedience to their stallion was expected of mares anyway, since it was essential to keeping herds cohesive.
>This was especially true of fillies. Their still moldable personalities allowed for deeply ingrained training for those who wanted something specific from their mares.
>The girls didn't mind. Applebloom already got a ginger root mark for masochism, and Sweetie got a saddle for pet play.
>It was an odd thought, at first to be not only married to children, but to be training them for hard fetishes.
>But cultures will be cultures. About half the fillies in town were already in a herd by eight, some pregnant, usually by a guy at least twice their age.
>Speaking of pregnant, today was a special day. The first day of the first and strongest estrus of the year. And you've got a new trial for the fillies.
"GIRLS! MEETING! LINE UP!"
>The sound of scurrying hooves click through out the house as your girls quickly rush to your side.
>"Yes sir?" They all ask in unison.

"Now girls, I'm sure you all know what day it is, right?"
>A lot of questioning faces are your response, until Sweetie seems to get it, blurting it loudly.
>"OH! Is it estrus?"
"That's right! Those special weeks in spring and summer when good mares and fillies bodies tell them it's time to pump out babies for their stallion."
>"Or man?" Applebloom adds.
"Or man. Yes."
>"Wait, so we're gonna be mommies? OH! OH! OH! Can I pick out names?"
"We'll see Sweetie, we'll see. But what we're really going to be working on is a little test."
>The fillies quiet down and refocus their attention at this.
"This week, we're going to be trying to get Scoots and Babs their marks in orgasm denial. Won't that be fun?"
>"Orgasm denial? What's dat?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. We'll get you right up to the tippy top edge of a nice maregasm, then just stop. Get you nice and frustrated. It'll be hot."
>The fillies seem somewhat mixed on the idea, but don't say anything.
"Don't worry girls, you've already seen a little discomfort can be fun. Applebloom especially, right Bloom?"
>The filly's head begins bobbing so fast you swear it could pop off.
>"Yes sir!
"Alright girls, present, need to make sure you're actually entering heat before we start."
>They quickly comply, turning and lifting their tails.
>Amidst the chocolate brown, ebony black, and mottled peach are clear signs of swelling and red tinge.

"Yep. Looking very good, girls. I'll give you four a couple of hours to psyche yourselves up and get your chores done."
"If you want to get one last orgasm in, you can. You won't get in trouble..."
>The fillies release a lot of tension as they sigh with relief."
"But that's what a greedy filly obsessed with her own pleasure would do. I'd be very disappointed. Not mad, just disappointed."
>There are wimpering groans from the three, but they don't protest.
"You four may go now."
>They trot out, leaving you to prepare.
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>It's been a few hours, and the three are now lined back up.
"Alright girls, before we get started, did any of you masturbate since we talked?"
>Sweetie and Scoots raise their hooves, averting their gaze.
>"I did, sir. I'm sorry."
"It's alright Sweetie." You claim with a fake sigh intended to instill guilt. "What about you, Scoots?"
>"I did too. Kinda. But I felt bad about it, so I stopped before I finished. Does it still count?"
"Heh! Scoots, that's called edging. It's good and you'll all be doing a lot of it."
>"Really!"
"Really. In fact, I think you've earned a treat. Not sure what yet, but you'll get something."
>Her little wings buzz rapidly with excitement at the prospect of reward, and you can't help but smile at the adorable display.
"Babs."
>"Yeah?" the chubby filly asks expectantly.
"I think we'll try actually breeding you first. You've got the build for it."
>Truth is, based on how destiny magic seemed to work, you figured you wouldn't have to even force a pregnancy cutie mark on Babs.

>And you must admit, you were curious. You'd heard it was quite possible, for whatever reason, for vastly different species to produce offspring.
>"If..if ya think I'm ready to be a mom."
"I'm sure you'll be great, Babs."
"Sweetie. You'll sit this one out. Greedy fillies don't get to play."
>She deflates a little.
"But..I'm not going to let you out of the rough stuff entirely." You claim as you pull out a few ben-wa balls. "You're gonna wear these, and you're gonna watch."
>Popping the toys into the small pony, you set her in a chair high enough to see the action before you grab some more toys and join the other 3 on the bed.
>Slipping the small devices into your fillies love tunnels, before tossing one to Sweetie who quickly magic's it in.
>Grabbing your cup, the ever leaky Applebloom, you lean back and wait.
>Responding to your wishes, the smooth, enchanted stones in the fillies flare to life, hitting them with vibration, heat, cold, even the occasional electric zap.
>And most importantly, they're supposed to stop whenever their user is about to cum, and punish with a much harsher shock if it happens anyway.
"Alright girls, these are your estrus toys. You have to wear them all estrus, every estrus unless I say otherwise. Understood?"
>The already moaning fillies manage to babble out confirmations.
"Babs, Scoots. Get to licking." You order, pulling Applebloom up for a snack.

>They lick, suck and rub your throbbing cock, even as they're repeatedly denied their own orgasms, their rears twitching and spasming.
>Even Sweetie is soon on edge, rocking and moaning, her breath reduced to gasps and sharp hisses.
>Meanwhile, you simply drink deeply of the juices pouring in rivulets from Appleblooms velvety slit.
>It's a lovely taste. Deep, thick, musky, tasting heavily of earthy hay tones with and undercurrent of apples and a light bite of peppers.
>The last part you were unsure if it was now a permanent addition from her cutie mark, or simply left over from the near daily use of them to satisfy the masochistic child.
>Many times, the fillies beg, plead, and bargain to be given release, but you simply don't relent. They're in for the long haul.
>Soon enough however, you feel your own orgasm building.
"Babs, it's time. Present."
>She does so as you lean up and get in position.
>Babs winks furiously, inviting you in as you lightly tease her before plunging in.
>She desperately tries to rub against you to get off, but you hold her still.
>With only a few thrusts, you finally manage to finish, filling Babs fertile womb.
"Ah, good girls." you say as you pull out with a pop. "You girls can go now."
>"Wait, can ya turn these things off now? I really, really need ta cum! Come on!"

"Bah. Fine, our expecting momma can remove hers. For the baby's sake, but that's it."
>There's a small burst of celebration from Babs, but a slight groan from the rest as they shuffle out of the room so you can lay down for a nap.
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>"Anon! Sir! Wake up! Wake up!"
>With an annoyed grunt, you slowly pull yourself from your bed.
"Is it important?" You ask, before noticing all four fillies are here, big smiles on their face.
>"Ya bet it is! Me an Scoots got our cutie marks!" your brown mare says as the two of them turn to show you their rumps.
>On Scootaloo, an image of a butternut squash with a keyhole on it.
>On Babs, a seed bursting open to reveal an infant inside.
>"Whatcha think?"
>You can't help but crack a huge smile.
"I think they're great, girls."

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Ribbons, Pink and Green - AKA Nymphobloom
(Written for the "Anon makes mares go splash" threads.

>The morning light rouses you from your sleep as the sun peaks over the horizon, causing you to toss and turn in protest.
>After some time, you finally give up, and pull yourself from bed.
>You're half way through your morning routines before you remember why you even left the curtains open.
>It's the first, and by a large margim the strongest estrus of the year. Also known as hearts and hooves day.
>This changes everything. You begin the process of shaving all your body hair, cleaning up, covering any blemishes, and oiling yourself just a bit.
>You've certainly been in good condition since you got here. Without a lot of technological distractions, it was fairly easy.
>Fine by you, because for whatever reason, mares found your body the sexiest thing to ever exist.
>Why? You don't know, and you don't care. It was your hobby now either way.
>Done with most of your preparations, you dress in nothing more than some jeans, to leave something to the imagination.
>Stepping out, you know you're in for a fun day.
>Throughout the town, an ocean of ribbon can be seen to denote sexual status.
>Pink for in estrus, on the tail for receptive or the head for not.
>White for mares and fillies looking to join a herd.
>And for fillies who had just joined a herd, green. Worn for at least a month because of some tradition or another.
>You see a lot of those each hearts and hooves, fillies flocking to older and more experienced stallions, green bows bobbing on their docks.

>Which reminds you of why you enjoy this so much. For one very special filly. A special filly for who you had a special plan.
>That doesn't mean you can't still have fun, however.
>As you walk the up and down the town, strutting your stuff to any and all while in search of her, you do your best to rile up the suffering mares.
>Sexualized stretching, bedroom eyes, flirting, innuindo, petting, even casually sliding a finger in one now and then if they linger close for too long.
>As your to understand, the entire town normally smelled like a mare in heat on this day. But with you around, it just smells like a horse orgy.
>Finally, you find her. stubby legs trembling as she desperately tries to buy a snack from a street vendor.
>Young Applebloom, youngest of the local Apple clan. As always, a bow sat in her hair, signaling her to be in estrus and unavailable.
>Unfortunate for her, really. The poor thing was born with nymphomania, but her overprotective family kept her chastity intact.
>She was usually fine, having a large regiment of pills and potions to keep her libido in check, but when she caught sight or scent of you, she broke down into a sopping wet mess.
>Which is why, for the past two years you've done everything in your power to drive this filly up the wall, much to her family's dismay.
>Approaching your prey, you gently lay your hand on the fillies quivering rump.

"Hello Applebloom." You begin as she turns her head, a look of lust and fear plastered across her face. "Nice day, isn't it?"
>In a bout of scrambling, stuttering, and filly squirts, the young pony whips around to face you, moving back a few feet in the process.
>"H..hey there. Uh, Anon! My family still don't...still don't wantcha near me. So ah'm gonna go!"
>The filly runs off, leaving a trail of wet spots along the dusty path. At least, as far as ducking into the nearest ally is running off.
>Following her, you find her hidden behind some hay bails, grinding her rear against some old crates.
"Need a little help, Applebloom?"
>The miniscule yellow mares eyes shoot open, and she stares slackjawed as she seemingly trying to decide on her words.
>"Yeah. But...My family won't let me. They say they don't want me stuck with no stallion that'll take advantage of my....condition."
"Bloom?" you start, putting a hand on her withers, causing the filly to orgasm and release a large stream of musky marecum.
"How old are you now, Bloom?"
>"E..eight."
"Well, the law says you're old enough to decide for yourself if you wanna join a herd, and whose. You don't have to ask your stuffy old family."
>"Ah, ah guess."
"If you'd like, you can be the first girl in my harem.
>"Ah dunno. You just, ya do things ta ponies, Anon."
"I'm not just looks, you know? Humans are legendary in bed. I could finally quench that fire, if you'd let me."

>She's quiet for a while, before finally presenting her tail.
"Good girl." You say as you remove her pink ribbon and place the green one on her tail, ignoring the steady stream of feminine moisture. "Let's get home."
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>"Applebloom! Yah here?" call the farm mare, hoping her sister was outside.
>Knowing the truth, she looks her brother in the eyes, confirming their next action. The two approach the large, human sized door, and rear back.
>After a few mighty kicks, it swings open.
>The strong, musky smell of a well bred mare hits them like a wave, stopping them in their tracks as they try to regain their composure.
>"Applebloom! You come here now or me an' Mac are gonna blister yer tail till ya can't sit for a week!"
>"We're in the kitchen, sis!"
>Cautiously, the two ponies round the corner, where they find you and your new wife sitting at the table.
>You just having some coffee. The messy and exhausted Applebloom happily eating a big bowl of ice cream, her snout covered in the stuff.
>"Applebloom! You get over here this instant!"
>Applebloom begins to get up, but a hand on the whithers stops her.
>"Sorry sis. Anon doesn't want me to."
"Applejack, Big Mac. Please, take a seat so we can discuss this. We're all family now, after all.
>Applejack bites her lip as her face flashes as much with worry as it does arousal, while her stoic brother simply betrays faint traces of worry.

>However, they comply, taking their seats across from the two of you, but try to ignore you, talking directly to their sister instead.
>"Applebloom. Why would ya get with this guy! We warned ya a thousand times against bad stallions and yer condition."
>"Eeyup!"
>"But helped me. Ah haven't felt this good in... in ever!
"Miss Applejack, please calm down. I promise on my honor that I'll take good care of your sister."
>"Ya ain't got no honor! You spend every day messin' with ponies, with that..dirty, sexy body of yours. You..." She trails off into thought at that.
>Her brother nudges her out of her stuppor, prompting you to respond.
"All good natured ribbing, I assure you. It's just so amusing."
>"Exactly! Ya get your jollies outta tormentin' innocent ponies. And you targeted poor Applebloom for the last year, because you know how she is!"
"I was only targeting dear little Applebloom because after a while, the the teasing got boring. I want to hang it up. Get a modest herd and settle down. I wanted to see if I should invite her in."
"Do you know how hard it is to figure out what someone's like when them looking at you is almost enough to make them cum? And it's not easy to sneak for me, you know?"
>"And what about her? Ya think her living with ya will be any good for her?"
"I do!" You press this by reaching over and petting Applebloom's mane, who leans into it, but otherwise continues eating and listening.

>Applejack on the other hand, gasps and shudders at the display of you touching a pony. Her baby sister no less, the naughty mare.
"If you haven't noticed, Applebloom is fine. Applebloom, a sexually forbidden nyphomaniac who's off her medicine during the strongest estrus of the year."
"She's sitting here, calmly eating, as I, I of all people, touch her. Poor thing just needed a good dicking and a few maregasms. The kind only a human can provide."
>With a subdued whinny and a snort, the orange farm pony has her own release at the thought, despite her ineffective attempts to hide it.
>Finally, the introverted stallion works up the will to speak.
>"Is it true Applebloom, are ya happy here?"
>"Uh huh! Ah don't feel hot, or tense, ah can think straight, and Anon's been real nice. He even said he'll help me find my cutie mark!"
>The filly scootches her chair over to you, and begins nuzzling into your side.
>"Best stallion ah coulda hoped for."
>With a loud snort, the red faced Applejack hops down and begins shuffling out of the room, trying to escape the scene.
>"Well she's fine. Come on Big Mac, we got farm stuff ta do."
"Goodbye, my most lovely sibling-in-laws. Please don't hesitate to visit." you yell as they go.



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Hooves on Stimulation
(Originally started for a failed Frog/Hoof fetish thread)

>The bell over the door jingles as the ivory unicorn enters the spa.
"Aloe, Lotus, Vera! Darlings. I'm here for my appointment!"
>Instantly, Rarity is rushed by the sisters, who cart her to the back for treatment.
>An hour later, she's laying back, eyes covered with cucumbers, coat being washed as her hooves are polished and filed.
"So, Lotus. I do hope you don't mind my prying, but I've noticed business seems to be a tad...light recently. Is there something I'm not aware of?"
>"Oh Rarity. Yes, it has been. The past couple of months have been difficult for us. We've lost half our customers of hoof care to Anonymous."
"I wasn't aware that hooficures were such a large part of your business."
>"Indeed. mane cuts and hoof trimming make up a significant portion of our business. There are several ponies who now only visit to have their manes trimmed."
"Oh my, is it that bad."
>"We're not about to go out of business. But our standard of living has certainly suffered."
"Since when does Anonymous even work in hoof care. What could a creature who completely lacks hooves know of the intricacies of their care?"
>"None of us are sure. But once someone visits him, they're unwilling to go anywhere else."
"Oh my. Is there anything I could do to help?"
>"I'm glad you offered, miss Rarity. If you could somehow figure out what his draw over there is, we'd be indebted to you."
"Why have you not investigated yourself if this is such an important matter?"

>"We've tried. But he refuses to do business with us, or anyone who's very close with us."
"Would he not know me, then?"
>"Most likely, but you're a very personable pony. I'm sure you could figure out some way to get one over on him."
"Very well, I accept."
>Thank you miss Rarity! You're a very good friend, so I'll give you an extre discount today for your trouble."
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>Rarity looks around the area that was supposed to be Anonymous's shop.
>If it could be called that. It was a simple two room building sitting about a dozen feet from his home, from which a mare occasionally walking out or in.
>"Alright Sweetie. One last time, what are you supposed to do."
>The filly sighs, frustrated at being treated like an idiot.
>"Go in, ask for the full package, then tell you what happens."
>"And?"
>"And don't mention you or the spa."
>"That's right, Sweetie. Do a good job, and your big sister will let you get anything you like from Sugarcube Corner."
>With that, the filly turns to do her job, thoughts of sugary treats dancing in her head.
"Hello my miniture friend. Welcome to Anon's hoof salon. How may I help you?"
>"I'd, uh, like the full treatment please?" the small pony says with a squeak.
"Well, let me check my schedule." you begin as you flip through your notes. "Well, there's no openings."
>"Oh."
"But my current appointment is about ten minutes from being late. If you'd like to wait, I'll sell you her slot if she doesn't get here."

>With a nod, the pony takes a seat to wait.
"Tell me little filly. What's your name."
>She looks around nervously for a moment before answering.
"Sweetie Belle? Cute name. I'm pretty sure I've seen you around town, but I don't think we've talked, have we?"
>"Nah. But I've heard ponies say you're nice. Big and scary, but nice."
"Heh, well I certainly stand out in a crowd. Anyway, my client is late, so she forfiets her session. The price for a complete session is 80 copper bits and we can start right now."
>The filly pulls a silver coin from her saddle bag and places it on the low table.
>You take it, test it, and then hand her back a few copper coins.
"Alrighty then. Follow me to the back."
>Knowing what to do, the filly hops onto the bed and lays flat on her back.
>You do the restraints over her chest and belly to keep her still, then pull up out a retractable pole with a shackle to keep the leg you intend to work straight.
"So." You begin as you do the normal clipping. "Not many fillies your age come in here. How'd you hear about me?"
>"Oh, umm, just a friend told me. Why?"
"You're just a bit young to be developing fetishes, unless...well I assume you're not in a herd. Most stallions wouldn't let their girls do this."
>"Wait, is that what's going on? I...I didn't know!"
"My...you thought this was just a normal salon didn't you? Well, now you know why is was so expensive."

>"But my mom told me that if I didn't any sex stuff before I found a stallion, no herds would want me!"
"Well, this isn't normal stuff. If you wanna stop, no harm done. You wanna keep going, you'll still keep your culturally percieved sexual value."
>"My what?"
"Your virginity."
>"Well, I was told it's rude to change your mind after you offer..."
"So be it. Just relax."
>For most of the beginning, it's just a standard hoof treatment. Trim the excess, file it smooth, pick out rocks and debris, buff and polish the outside and frog, and clean the whole thing up.
>Then you get to the part ponies pay for.
>Grabbing a hoof, you begin gently yet firmly massaging her frog. First with just your thumb, then with two fingers.
>The filly gasps in delight as you work the fleshy pads, one after another.
>Sweetie relaxes significantly under your ministrations, and you finish off the massage with a light kiss on one of her front frogs.
"You know Sweetie? Unicorns are my favorite ponies."
>"Really?"
"Mmhmm. Know why?"
>"No."
"The partially cloven hooves. The area in that little notch is so sensitive."
>You demonstrate this with a tool made for this sole purpose. A thin, soft strip of leather covered in crushed velvet, threaded on a length of bendable wire.
>Sliding it into the groove, you set to work.
>It start small. Childish giggles, then full blown laughter, and finally hystarics.
>"HAHA! P..PLEASE! STOP! HAHAHA! IT'S TOO MUCH!"

"Sorry, little one. Just giving you what you payed for."
>One hoof after another, you work her over until she's crying from it, any leg that's not bound flailing wildly.
>Finally however, you decide she's had enough. Before she can recover you've already bound all four legs straight. For her safety, of course.
"Alright Sweetie, this is the real fun part. Might seem weird at first, but I'm sure you'll love it."
>Sizing up the skin thickness of her frogs, you grab a small box from your shelf.
>Sweetie yelps in surprise when the first thumbtack into her skin.
>"Oww! What was that?"
"Thumbtack. Don't worry, they're only going in the thick skin. Deep enough to feel them, but not deep enough to bleed."
>"Ponies pay for this?!" the ivory filly asks with a squeak.
"They most certainly do. Relax, give it a try. You might like it."
>She nods uncertainly, giving you all the consent you need.
>One after another, you push pins into the thickened skin of her frogs, until each has a triangle of three small, metal disks.
>Producing your final tool, you set to work making this a memorable experience for the tyke.
>Raising the suede tipped crop mere inches, you bring it down on the center of a hoof.
>The filly squeels in surprise, but doesn't ask you to stop.
>Again and again, you assault her young hooves, each short strike causing the needles to dig in ever so slightly.
>Winces become groans. Groans become cries. Cries become moans.

>Before you know it, her bottom is bucking slightly, and you know your session is drawing to a close.
>Focusing your attention on her hind hooves, her moans devolve into a series of cracking squeaks as you alternate planting light pops on her flesh.
>"I! I'M! AHH!"
>And just like that, it's over. The unicorn's long, dextrous tail snakes its way around your arm and squeezes it tight as her musky fluides stain her backside.
>While the filly collects herself, you take the opportunity remove the pins and pop on some horseshoes before undoing the binds and helping her clean up her release.
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>Sweetie Belle walks from the small shop with a smile on her face, the towering ape hanging out the door after her.
>"So long little one. I do hope to see you again. You're welcome back any time!"
>You wait for him to head back in before you call attention to yourself.
"So. Sweetie Belle? Darling? Did you discover the reason Anonymous's little business has become so popular."
>"Umm, well he's just really good, I guess...not sure why. Do you want me to try again?"
>She asked that with perhaps a tad much enthusiasm.