"Are you fucking serious, Grubber?"
>"'Fraid so, Anon," came the disappointed sigh of the hedgehog in question.
"All right, which one of those assholes did it?"
>"You already know which one."
"Oh, for the love of God."
>"Really wish I had a joke ready for this, but nope, he's just on a roll this week."
>You let loose a mighty groan, punctuated by your palm meeting your face.
"All right, all right, fine. Guess I'll have to practice somewhere else, then."
>"Well, only other spot's on the other end of the fort. Good luck convincing the boss to let anyone in, though."
"Just my day, huh?"
>Of course the Storm King had to reserve that half of the fort, right on the same day that fucking Wedge went and…
>Jesus Christ, who let Wedge through boot camp, anyways?
>Well, it's a mistake you don't intend on having repeated, at any rate.
>Up comes the handy Notepad of Command©.
"Yeah, 'uh-oh' is about right."
>A little bit of scrawling later, and the page is torn out and handed to Grubber.
"Get that to the personnel manager, will you, bud?"
>"You got it. If I find Wedge, what should I tell him?"
"Tell him that if he wants to keep cosplaying as Chaos, then lieutenant Anon is more than happy to cosplay as Talon, right back at him."
>"Uh… you know that he won't know what you mean, right?"
"Better question: does he really want to find out?"
>Should skeeze him out real nice, even without the whole 'devouring human worshippers' thing.
>"Uhh, yeah, I'll just be, uh… moving right along."
>A quick little salute, and he zips off.
>Man, never figured a guy like him would fit in around here.
>But then again, they took your ass in without any trouble, either.
>The big, bad Storm King found you, fixed you up, and got you into his army, after that little falling-from-the-sky fiasco.
>The armour looking spiff as all hell may have helped things, too.
>Now look at you: the only other lieutenant in his whole army.
>Life is good.
>Or at least it would be, if you had a goddamn training room to use.
>Wait, wasn't there one, up in the officer's spire?
>You wouldn't know, you spend all your training time with the grunts.
>Ah, whatever, might as well take a look-see.
>Not like you've got anything better to do.
>A few minutes of trekking through the main barracks tower, and you eventually make your way across the suspended catwalk leading to the officer's spire.
>Man, the Storm King loves his towers.
>It's like a goddamn maze of bridges and catwalks, between them.
>Extra wide for those big-ass storm creatures, of course.
>Once you're at the much cushier officer's spire, you start combing the place for any training rooms, because asking guards for directions is for bitches.
>A few minutes in, and you find the telltale double-door of a training gymnasium.
>Geez, no wonder you never found this before, it's all the way up here!
>Oh whatever, let's just get to it.
>You open the doors, and…
>For a smaller spread, it sure has better kit!
>Shit, is that an actual bathroom, tucked away behind a door there?
>Man, this is cool!
>Temporarily cool, Anon.
>You're not about to leave those grunts without some goddamn direction, now are you?
>Of course not.
>You head over to the right side, drop your bag, and start taking off the armour plates.
>You just finish pulling the last piece off, when you hear the door open.
>The shirt unbuttoning proceeds, while you whirl your head around to get a look at your intruder.
>Said intruder doesn't look pleased to see you.
"Ahh, so this is where you hide out, Tempest?"
>She throws her own bag off to the other side of the room, but still levels that glare of hers at you.
>"What do you think you're doing here?"
"Gotta stay in shape somehow."
>"Wh-- No, I mean, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, here here? Gym's closed off for today. Probably for a few days after, too."
>"Care to explain what happened to cause that?"
>Heh, seeing her cringe is a rare sight.
>"Look, isn't there somewhere else you can go for this?"
"Unless you can get Mr. Storm King to evict the second barracks, that's a no."
>"Damn it. Fine."
"What's the deal, Tempest?" comes your eyebrow-perked inquiry.
>"I train alone."
>Your dress shirt comes off, and you start folding it up.
"Well, where's the fun in that?"
>"I'm not in the mood for this, Anon. If you're staying here, don't get in my way."
>Geez, she's more pissy than usual, today.
>What's her problem?
>Even with that stick in her ass, she usually tolerates you just fine.
>In a few moments, your pants and shoes are off next, folded and stacked neatly to the side.
>Then your bag opens up, revealing the much looser exercise clothes.
>Classic gym shorts, trainers, and shirt.
>Even had your damn bars on them.
>Tempest's bemused snort can be heard off to the side, as you pull them on.
"There a problem?"
>"You and your layers. What's the point?"
"Look who's talking."
>"At least I have a reason for it."
"Let's hear it, then."
>You start stretching out, waiting for her reply.
>Except it doesn't come.
>"It's none of your business."
>Now it's your turn to snort.
"Whatever you say, O mysterious one."
>Your glance to the side nets you the sight of an unarmoured Tempest, down to her jumpsuit, glaring in your general direction.
>Of course, when she notices you looking, she turns away.
>Equal parts amusing and adorable.
>Ponies tend to be like that.
"You know," you start, finishing off the last few stretches.
"I've gotta ask. How'd you wind up serving with the big, bad Storm King to begin with?">"None of your business.">You bring the magic training dummy over, still 'docked' in it's little control panel thing on wheels.>Definitely the coolest part of this place's training regimens.
"All right, so what's the deal with--">"I'm done talking.">You set the dummy to a lower difficulty setting, to start out with.
"Oh, I get it! Performance anxiety, right?">The dummy animates, dropping into a fighting pose.>And so do you.>"Wh-what?" comes her flustered response.>Heh, you're such a shitweasel.>The dummy throws some punches, but it's as sloppy as you'd expect.>It's pretty easy to whittle down it's nice, prominently displayed health bar with your totally not aped from Metal Gear fighting moves.>Once you're done, and the dummy starts returning to it's dock, you look over to Tempest, in the middle of rather angrily beating the shit out of her own dummy.>Definitely more acrobatic and flexible than ponies normally are, that's for sure.>Though her Neo wire-fu fighting style might not be the most defensible thing around…>"You want to say that again?" came her low, very angry response, complete with glare levelled your way.>You ratchet up the dummy difficulty and turn it on while she speaks.
"You know, that evil badass routine might work on ponies…">Duck under the swing…
"But I've gotta tell you…">Sweep the legs, bring it down.
"That shit doesn't really work…">Drop your knee on it's arm, pull the other one back, choke it out with the free arm.
"On me.">And it's down.>Looking over, she hasn't moved from her spot, an angry snort now going with her glare and scowl.>"Think you're funny, do you?"
"I do try my best.">"Well, you're about to look the part, too, laughing without any teeth.">She gets ready to charge, in a very horse-like manner.
"Live practice, eh?" comes your retort, filtered through your mighty shit-eating grin.
"I like the way you think.">No response from her, outside of just launching straight at you.>She opens up with a flying roundhouse kick, pretty easy to duck under.>Her rebound into a donkey kick after hitting the ground, not so much.>That one caught you, but she got too greedy, and tried to follow up with a drop kick.>Easy to sidestep, and let you grab hold of her forelegs.>Any response she had was cut off by you swinging her around in a circle a few times, ending with you flinging her at the dummy.>Good thing they're padded, otherwise that would've left a mark.
"Not bad," you follow up, "But you're leaving yourself way too open.">She darts back towards you, angrier than before.>Already, you notice her opening kick is more guarded than usual.>Unfortunately for you, she catches you with an outstretched hoof as you sidestep it.>Solid hit.>She whirls around and sweeps the legs, but you jump over it, roll out upon landing, and sweep right back, sending her crashing down.>Before any retort can come, she launches herself up towards you, forelegs outstretched.>Her reach is just a bit too wide to sidestep, and she brings you down to the ground.>She tries punching you with either hoof, and both times you stop them with your hands, grabbing hold of her hooves and pushing back against her.>She does much the same thing, effectively locking you two into a bit of a stalemate.>Now, you could easily roll under this, but…>"Give up.">You can't just let that slide, now can you?
"But I'm having so much fun!">"Then I'll keep beating you down, until I get your complete and total surrender!"
"Ooh, 'complete and total surrender'? How long did you work on that one?">She redoubles her push against you, forcing you to redouble your own resistance.
"You know, you
could just surrender, instead.">"Not happening."
"Works for me. Means I get to use one of my special techniques.">"You don't have any special techni--">Your head darts forward, and your lips connect.>"Mmph?!">Her eyes go wide, she freezes up, and she stops pushing for a split second.>All the time you need.>Your hands move to her fetlocks, and you roll her onto her back, spreading her forelegs apart and pinning them to the ground with your new grip.>All while never breaking lip contact.>Now that she's immobilized, you break said contact with a light smack.
"I call that one the 007.">"Th-that wasn't fair!" she shouts, surprise replacing the anger, and a bright blush covering her face.
"Tempest, I work the Klugetown patrols. Ain't no such thing as fair.">All she manages are a few splutters, before lightly struggling against your hold.>If she's trying to distract you with cuteness, it's working.>You let go of her and stand out of her way, and she stumbles back to her hooves.>"I… I need to get back to training.">Still red-faced, she rushes back to her side of the gym, fumbling with the dummy controls.>D'aww.>You briefly wonder how far you could really push her, but quickly decide against it.>Wouldn't want to push your luck too too far, after all.
>>138635>The next little while goes by, with the two of you beating the shit out of ever-more difficult training dummies.>You manage pretty well, but you see Tempest off to the side is struggling more than you'd expect.>In fact, she steals a few glances towards you, her still-present blush brightening whenever she does.>Ah, it's probably nothing.>Probably.>Maybe.>Uh…>You're gonna regret pulling that move on her, aren't you?>Fuck.>Oh, whatever, that's tommorow Anon's problem.>You finish off the hardest-setting dummy with a good lariat, and with quite a sweat worked up, to boot.
"Whoo! Hey, Tempest, the bathroom here have a shower?">"Y-yeah."
"Sweet," you say, picking your bag up and carrying it to the bathroom.>Entering it reveals that yes, indeed, it is sparkling clean.>You'll have to tip the cleaners, sometime.>You peel off your very damp ensemble, and step into the nice, large shower.>Plenty of space for a group of people.>Good thing there's two of these big showers, so at least Tempest doesn't have to share.>Anyways, you close the curtains and get the water running, and then grab the-->The curtains opening up again draws your eyes away from the soap.>You know, you expect all kinds of shit, where showers are concerned.>Seeing Tempest enter yours wasn't on that list.>Her eyes lock on yours for a moment, but she quickly looks back down, that blush from before coming back full force.>She closes the curtain behind her, and starts reaching for the soap, before you turn back away, intending to reach for your own bar.>Man, never seen her outta that suit before.>The thing never left much to the imagination anyway, but man, as ponies go, she's pretty damn-->Ahahah, how about you stop that line of thought now, Anon?>Shit, uh, focus on something else!>Uhh…>Cutie mark, right!>Can't say you expected it to be a-->"Hey.">Her voice was much closer than you expected, and turning around reveals her to be barely a foot away from you.
"Uhh… what's shakin'?">"L-listen, I," she stammers out, the blush getting deeper as she goes, "H-how did-- N-no, uh, I-I mean, where did you c-come up with th-that, uh… t-technique?">Ah, shit, guess it's not tomorrow Anon's problem.
"It was… inspired. By home. Hey, you all right?">Her ears pin back.>"Inspired? R-really? W-well, I just, ah… I-I'm just wondering i-if you had any… any other…"
"Tempest?">Wait a second.>Is she trying to ask what you think she's-->"Agh, h-how am I supposed to ask this, without it sounding dumb and corny?!">No fucking way.>Okay, Anon, play it cool…
"You could just, uh… show me what you mean.">Or you could fuck up completely, that works too--
"Whoa!">Next thing you know, Tempest's reared up and pinned you against the wall, staring you in the eye with a mix of emotions you can't really identify.>"You mean, a-act on impulse, j-just doing whatever you w-want?"
"Well, I-- mmph?!">Talking got a lot harder when she leaned in and kissed you.>Wait.>She just…?>Holy jumping Jesus, she actually--?!>She pulls away with a light smack.>"D-damn it… Look at what you've made me do…!">Never thought you'd see a nervous smile on her face.>Then again, never thought she'd start sucking face with you, either.>Speaking of which, she went right back to doing just that, more boldly than before.>You know, Anon, you're a dumbshit.>There was a point where you needed to just up and stop, and you've quite clearly screamed right past that point.>But hey, since you're fucked either way…>The second she breaks contact, you speak up.
"You know, that's wasn't even the best 'technique' I know…">Let's keep going, and see what happens!>"Y-yeah? Then wh-what is?">Your hands travel to her back, gently pulling her in closer.
"You gotta ease into it, you know? Technique's part of a big ol' series, can't do 'em out of order.">"Th-that's the worst line I've ever heard," she says with a barely restrained, still nervous giggle.>It turns to a gasp, with a full blush returning to her face, when she feels Anon Jr. poke against her belly.>You can't help but groan a little at the contact.>Christ, she's soft…
"Heheh, whoops," comes your totally not kinda nervous response.>"B-b-but, y-you said--"
"I did, and I will. That was just… a little accident.">Well, that wasn't the most reassuring sentence around, but she seems to buy it.>"D-doesn't feel all that little…">Or she could get a good throb out of you, that works, too!
"S-so, you really want me to show you those techniques, huh?">"W-would it help, if I said 'please'?"
"Very.">With some newfound determination, she presses herself up against you, sandwiching your member between your bodies, and then leaning up to speak into your ear:>"Show me every technique you know. Please.">That last 'please', drawn out like that…>Fucking hell…!>Come on, Anon, get the situation back under control!
"E-every one, huh?">"Every one."
"A-all right," you say, pushing her back a little bit to give your dick a little breathing room.
"Let's start with an upgrade to that first move.">You both lean in to kiss each other at the same time, a hand snaking behind her head as you start in earnest.
>>138637>You wait for a good second or two of lip-locking to happen, before you start moving your tongue in for the kill.>She jumps a little at the sudden intrusion, but gets the idea pretty quickly, reaching out with her own pretty soon after.>Before long, the two of you are performing full-on tongue wrestling, complete with the occasional moan from both parties.>You don't know if she's even aware, but she's started pressing her belly against Anon Jr. again.>It helped allay the disappointment, when you both had to stop making out for air.>That blush of hers is still in full force, but she looks a hell of a lot more confident, on top of looking satisfied.>"Th-that's one hell of a technique, Anon," she breathes, eyes lidding. "How dangerous do they get?"
"Whew… whatever happened to not wanting to sound corny?">"Stopped caring about a minute ago."
"Well, in that case…">Her eyes bulge a little when she feels your hand move to her rear end, eclipsing most of her cutie mark.
"I'll show you just how dangerous it gets.">"L-looking forward to it," she replies with a small bite to her lip.>Aw, she's warming up to this.>Seeing her stammering and nervous was cute, but confidence suits her much better.>But let's get down to business.>Standing's gonna make this more awkward, so you lower yourself down to a sitting position, with Tempest hovering over you, hooves planted against your shoulders.>Once you're settled, your other hand makes it's way to her rump, and both of them start kneading.>She groans her approval, while you work your magic.>"Aah…">Man, she's tense.>If you weren't about to nail her like Jesus to the cross, you'd almost consider giving her a full rub-down.>Oh well, her flank's gonna have to do.>You keep doing this for a little bit, alternating between squeezing, rubbing, and--
"Whoa…!">Tempest picks that moment to lay on top of you, pinning your dick underneath her belly, and looking down at you with a hungry smile.>"Why don't I show you a 'technique' of my own?">You have to choke back a moan, when she starts grinding her belly against you.
"Fffuck…">"You like that, huh?" she chuckles.>Your response is to squeeze her rear harder, getting a moan out of her.>"Th-that a yes?"
"Try a-- fuck! H-hell, yes.">Her smile widens, and she continues to do her thing, her motions soon going low enough for Anon Jr. to get sandwiched between her teats.>The constant spray of water from up above, contrary to what you thought would happen, was giving her coat a little extra drag against your skin.>The growing amount of pre covering the area only helped a little.>It was then, that you heard something hit the floor with a dull thunk.>Turning your head revealed it to be a bar of soap.>Well, now, isn't that lucky?>Pulling one hand away from it's sacred task, you scoop up the soap bar, much to Tempest's confusion.>Confusion that soon morphed to realization, when you started lathering up her undercarriage a bit.>Her hoof stopped your motions, however, prompting you to look up at her smiling, ever-needier face.>"Let me.">Didn't have to tell you, twice.>A quick rinse in the water, and your hand went back to work on her flank.>Tempest took the soap, getting the point of contact lathered up very nicely.>Soon, there was very little friction between Anon Jr and Tempest's coat.>Sadly, it also obscured the view of her teats, but oh well.>She continues doing this for a little bit longer, before she starts picking up the pace.
"Aah…!">Christ, that's a little too fast…!
"H-hey, ease up a bit.">"Hmm?">She does slow down, but her smile gets bigger and more wolfish.>"Don't tell me you're almost done? What happened to showing me all of those techniques?">Before you can respond, she slides her hooves down your body, sitting at more of an upright angle.>You feel something considerably warmer against your little trooper, once she reaches the top of her new position.>As she gives you a deep, erotic chuckle, getting another throb and groan out of you, the water washes away enough of the soap to…>Oh.>It's exactly what you thought.>She's upgraded to using her God-given lady parts for the bump n' grind.>She winks against your member, getting grunts from the two of you.>And then, she starts moving again.>The much slicker, much hotter surface makes the experience way more pleasurable, and it gets more than a few extra moans from her, too.>As awesome as this is, you won't be outdone just yet.
"Guh…! S-so, that's how you-- fuck! Wanna play it, huh?">A smidge of confusion works it's way into her expression, but it soon melts away when she feels a fingertip press against her tail dock.>"Aah!">Oh, hello there.>That sounded like it was a sensitive spot.>A wolfish smile of your own develops, and your right hand ceases squeezing her rump, working instead on her dock.>Your finger rubs gently up and down the soft nub, and you take care to sync it's movements with her own grinding.>Judging from her deeper, breathier moans, you'd call your counterattack a rip-roarin' success.>But not content with resting on your laurels, your other hand comes off her rear, brushing along her skin and coming around, until it meets her teats.>"Haaah! O-oh, my g--!">She melts under the two-pronged assault, with you working up to two fingers almost digging into her dock, along with giving her teats a good squeeze.>Somewhere along the line, she picks up her pace, grinding faster and harder against you.>"Aah! A-Anon, I…">W-wait, is she trying to make you finish, first?>Oh no, not today!>You redouble your ministrations on her sensitive areas, getting rewarded with louder moans, and what you swear was a small squeal.>F-fuck, she's getting faster!>"Anon, I-I can't, I'm--">T-too close!
>>138638>"G-gonna-- Aaaah!">She freezes, a long yell escaping her, her legs clamping around your hips as best as they could.>It was tough to tell at first, with the shower still going, but she was definitely squirting a good deal against you.>Just as important as the pony you just pushed over the edge, however, was that you somehow managed to narrowly avoid going over the edge, yourself.>By the time Tempest ran out of breath, and collapsed against you, sweating and panting, you'd 'recovered' a fair bit.>"Haah… A-Anon?"
"Yeah?">"Y-you're not finished yet, a-are you?"
"Against all odds.">You don't know if she meant to grind her belly against Anon Jr some more, but if she did, the bedroom eyes she was giving you right now were seriously completing the experience.>She leans in to kiss you again, and you meet her in the middle.>When she breaks it, she leans back in towards your ear.>"Damn. I was s-sure that would work…"
"If it's any consolation, it almost did.">"Well, in that case…">She plants a kiss on your ear, following it up with a lick.>"You still want to show me those techniques of yours?" she breathes into your ear, as husky and needy as she can say it.>Y-yeah, that definitely worked in her favour…!
"Y-you learned pretty fast," you start, caressing her back with a free hand.
"I think you can handle the… last technique in the series.">She hummed her approval next to your ear, before pulling back to kiss you again, this time slipping her tongue into the mix.>You gladly reciprocate.>She pulls back after a moment, shakily getting to her hooves, and stepping off of you.>At first you were confused, until she leaned her front half against the wall, almost like she was bracing herself.>Her mane, long since swept back by the water, cascaded down her withers, as she looked back with the strongest 'come hither' look to date.>And finally, her tail flicked side to side, offering teasing glances at her marehood.>All right.>You got the message.>She wants you to show her some technique?>She's gonna fucking get some technique.>Several inches of it.>You make your way over to her, her smile getting bigger as you go.>A gasp punctuates your hands clasping around her rear, her smile widening for your trouble.>One hand comes up and grabs the base of her tail, pulling it up with a small moan.>And there it is.>A thumb traces the outer walls of her opening, while the other rubs her dock-->"No.">Huh?>You stop, looking at Tempest's now very needy expression.>"N-no more foreplay. I need you inside me, right now…!">Well, if she insists…>One hand grips her thigh, and the other takes hold of your dick, guiding it into it's target.>She tenses a little, failing to stifle some moans as you begin to penetrate her at a brisk pace.>Sweet mother of God, there's barely any resistance, she's so damn wet.>A small, adorable squeak escapes her as you bottom out, the tip poking at something deep within her.>Three guesses as to what that something is.>She doesn't waste any time, grinding against you mere seconds after hilting inside of her, and looking back at you with pure hunger.>"Rut me.">Your other hand clasps around her other thigh, preparing to do just that.>"I don't care how hard you do it, just rut me! Rut me until I can't walk right!"
"Your wish is my command.">She cries out as you start thrusting into her, making up for your slower start with a good deal of force.>Wet, heavy slaps ring out with every time you hilt inside her.>She presses her hooves against the wall, bracing herself against your onslaught.>"Aah! Y-yes-- Aah! H-harder!">You don't think you can do harder without blowing too quickly.>But what you can do, is pick her up.>Standing fully upright, you press her against the shower wall, continuing to bury yourself in her, as if trying to nail her to the wall.>Her cries, moans, and occasional squeals say more about her approval than words ever could.>"Aah, aah, more!">But the words certainly help.>And more is what you give her, pounding away at her for a good minute or two.>It doesn't take long, however, for your finish to come.
"Guh… G-getting close…">"Haah! I-inside!">Works for you!>She's half a year outta season, anyways!>Your thrusts become heavier and jerkier, much to Tempest's delight.>Gah…!>Th-that's it, you're gonna--!>You thrust into her one final time, burying yourself as deep as you'll go.>Parts of your vision start to go white as you throb inside her, and you seriously think you heard the first jet or two shoot out.>On Tempest's part, she cries out with every spurt fired into her, starting loud, and tapering off with the remaining, weaker spurts.>All she could really do was squirm in your grasp, and press herself against you as much as she possibly could.
"Guh…!">"Aaaaaaah! Haaah! Ha-- Aaah!">As the high of your release tapers off, so too does your strength, and you collapse to the floor, with Tempest coming along for the ride, Anon Jr still buried inside her.>Both of you spend a few moments, panting like animals, the spray of the shower adding to the post-coital bliss.>Until you heard her shut the water off.>"A-Anon?">You look down towards her, rivulets of white leaking down your still-buried member as she brings her head up, wearing the picturesque face of satisfaction.>"H-how long do you think your gym's gonna be closed for?">You smile back.
"Probably a few days. More, if I'm not there to manage it…">"Well," she begins with lidded eyes and a husky tone, "It would be a real shame, if you weren't there to manage it, huh?">The wink thrown your way completes her delivery.>In response, you slowly sit up, soft giggles leaving her freely as you start rubbing her belly.
"Yeah," you respond, kissing her neck for good measure.
"Real shame, indeed…"
This makes my penis become the big penis
I hope you pentaniggers know that I sat on this one for like a week, waiting for you to give your "front page at all time" porn thread a new lease on life.
Oh well, at least it got that extra little proofread in the end.
If you care about Pastebin copies, you can have it here: https://pastebin.com/aqXdy3JX
Oh, and have last thread's Starlight green, if you haven't caught it, either: https://pastebin.com/dVJCbqXS
I'm feeling pretty generous today, so I think I'll stay open to some requests, while I'm at it. Just don't expect Tyrone levels of instantaneous responses, ya feel me?
>OP image is SFW (like >>138447 said)
Horsepussy is supposed to be shill deterrent, don't underplay it.
Then keep the thread on the front page.
I'm still pissed about that episode, and porn can't soothe it. Every time I think the Jews can't ruin it any more, they do.
WHO THE FUCK CONSIDERS "TRENDY" A PERSONALITY?!
I'm just disappointed that no one made selfcest porn of the three personalities.
It was pretty bad…
Would >rape all three of those cuntshys though.>>139676
Give it a few weeks.
It's a feminine penis…a really big feminine penis.
If you dudes are like actually not interested in mating a real horse why isn't the artwork anthro?
Because what's the fun in anthro?
Anthro is furry shit. Is this a furry board? Fuck no.
Anthro gets the gas.
Human or pony.
are you saying that there is nothing arousing about anthro, is it not the case then that women are not arousing to you?>>141922
And may it stay that way!>>141925>Indecisive bullshit.
Indeed. So let me get this straight; you are escapists in the fact that you do like ponies but don't want to mate a actual horse?
BTW some of the drawings aren't anatomical correct to the nether region on an horse that is real.
cartoon ponies are sentient anon, a real horse can't really love you. Anthros are an abomination of the physical form.
So are real horse; look up the definition of sentient.>a real horse can't really love you.
What information made you come to that conclusion?
Wait, why not?
Sentient != Sapient
Fictional poners are human creations with human characteristics, engineered specifically to be appealing to us.
Now quit your zoophilia promotion, stop with the semantic nonsense, and enjoy the horsepoon.
Not empirical dude!>stop with the semantic nonsense,
An oxymoron? in order to communicate effectively we must agree upon a standard of grammar and word definitions. Anyone who states otherwise is unreasonable.>Now quit your zoophilia promotion,
But like you guys are zoophiles; whatevs that it's a cartoon that does change the fact that it's not human. I'm like promoting logic. Cartoon ponies are not human, yes they are anthropomorphic though that doesn't mean they're human. check it >>141925
, it comes from your own bud. You can justify it all you want, but it's still zoophilia.
Excuse. It's Chysalis she a shapeshifter, so it's not anthro for reals. Ya get the point.
Now I dig it. Gotta keep in mind that most dudes like don't even logical.
>>142124>in order to communicate effectively we must agree upon a standard of grammar>I'm like promoting logic>dudes like don't even logical.
So if a butt is of human design and I jerk off to it, does that make me a zoophile.
Or is it you who is a zoophile and want us to accept zoophilic posts here by saying that it is just the same as what we posts.
I also like the fact that you use the the word "you" instead of "we".
NIGGERY NIGGERY NOO, HORSE PUSSY IS FOR YOU
And you are quoting me just to quote me?
Am I getting baited or are you implying that I'm baiting you?
>So if a butt is of human design and I jerk off to it, does that make me a zoophile.[?]
I'm not sure I dig whatcha done said. If someone like (you) "adore" anthro Then they are inclined to humans, though if someone "Jerk offs" to ponies then I'd say they're zoophilic because of the porn they sought out.
>Or is it you who is a zoophile and want us to accept zoophilic posts here by saying that it is just the same as what we posts.
Well I'm here so to me it's like whatever man, I like, spectate the show for the plot, am I right?
u>I also like the fact that you use the the word "you" instead of "we".
Guess you're right, since I'm OK with the porn then that make me a zoophile too.
Anyhow I was interested in learning why someone would like, favor cartoon pony porn, yet be not OK with mating a real pony or horse. The morphology is quit the same. Explain this contradiction peps of /mlpol/?
Qne more thing, if the morphology is not similar; if it very much like corresponds to the human morphology it is not zoophilic.
Oh what a relief my dude wants me to be a zoophile.
Like Make up your minds!
Reddit spacing IS formating. :^)
Honestly the whole "reddit spacing" doesn't really both me except for the fact that it's designed to take up space.
It does make it easier to read, but it also seems like a big "LOOK AT MY POST, I'M AN ATTENTION WHORE" given that most people don't use it.
Also the post he was responding to was dangerously close to reddit spacing, as well.
Not cool. That's kinda scummy bub. You don't see me whining about your ambiguous halfassed post.>Just gave me another reason to post anthro.>>142409
I appreciate your rational.>>142372>Anyhow I was interested in learning why someone would like, favor cartoon pony porn, yet be not OK with mating a real pony or horse. >The morphology is quit the same. >Explain this contradiction peps of /mlpol/?
Like whatcha say to this?
I will give you the benefit of a doubt and assume that you are not simply trolling me.
They are, as stated by everyone before, anthropomorphic, which means some parts of the fictional ponies are of human design, for example, the butt and especially in fanmade arts of them. This means that when you say, "It is not human its a pony, therefore, zoophilia", you are wrong. The fact is that since the attractive part of the fictional pony is its butt, which is self-evident if you observe this thread Mr empirical. Now if you watch my two pictures you will see that the pony has the same sort of butt as the anime character. Do you think it is zoophilia to be attracted to the anime character? I guess I don't have the right to complain since I am not adding pictures myself but there are few of high-quality on this thread compared to the last one. At least from what I remember.
I was not quoting you just to quote you. The three rows of green you see in my previous post were about how you were lecturing the other guy about grammar, completely on called for, and then you did the most basic of grammar mistakes. Like this part, "dudes don't even logical". What you want to say is that you stand above the rest of us since you are the only one here who is concerned about logic or that is what you really want to say. It is not very clear but what is clear is that "logical" is the adjective form of the word logic and in your sentence, you should have the verb form. This is because you are stating that the dudes are doing something, as in an action, which is the verb form, not the adjective form. Also, I don't mind incorrect grammar on a forum like this. That was obviously not the point.
There are quite a few times in your posts where you state that you are right and everyone else is wrong instead of telling us why. For example when you wrote that some poster wasn't empirical. You only stated that he wasn't, not how he wasn't empirical. This is basically like saying that you are wrong but with a fancier word.
Also I don't mind anthro on this thread. This is basicly were one would post such things.
(images) You were saying. Just in case you don't get it. Legitimate Horse butts are pretty much like how fans draw them; not seeing the human design, that is if your going for anatomically correct ponies >>141925
<-look ooh a ghostly hint but not really.
Sure dudes can exaggerate the countenance, that make it a caricature not like human. >>141185
picture 3 pretty real pony like body.>>138521
Image four not human like.>>138524
Image five same.>>139543
Image three not human even a little>>141227
you get it. if ponies have "human design" then that's kinda semi-anthro bub. >>141925
Like too They are anthropomorphic in mind not physic.
The fact is that since the attractive part of the fictional pony is its butt, which is self-evident if you observe this thread Mr empirical.
Like horse butts are similar to humans; their butts are just like longer. Do I have to post more horse butt for you to make it out like. Guess that it's cool then to like horse butt since it's similar.>Now if you watch my two pictures
first of all not anatomically correct to horses. What the hell is she docked or did the drawer man goof?
"dudes don't even logical"
Like candid man I only noticed that mistake now. Truth be told I read logic every time til you pointed it out. I don't get how it even ended up be "logical" feasibly auto correct had something to do with it.
>You only stated that he wasn't, not how he wasn't empirical. >>142069
"Sentient != Sapient" not empirical dude! My expression, it applied more to this post >>142020
since that guy was in my mind defending it also words don't equate and he made an oxymoron (empirical is a cool word hidden guy I wanted to like use it [what!]), you know this is a tangent and an attack on character. I had one question and y'all are eschewing to answer. but we can play the character defamation game. You discredited my post because of spacing. Nice. censor-> YOu weRe OFfeNdeD Uuh. OK the truth can be offensive. <-censor
Come on! Like I'm speaking to every one here.>Anyhow I was interested in learning why someone would like, favor cartoon pony porn, yet be not OK with mating a real pony or horse. >The morphology is quit the same. >Explain this contradiction peps of /mlpol/?
I wanna know. Tell me your secret.
I wasn't intending to waste more time on you than I already have but I realized something when I read your post. You are not a regular user of this site, are you? Becuase why would you in your question address the whole site instead of the people of the thread and even then not everyone in this thread like anatomically correct ponies (<I could spend more time here but I am not going to compare butts with you)? The reason is that you aren't from this site. A regular site user would have asked your question but directed towards those who posted anatomically correct pictures, not the entire site. Your behavior seems very shill-like to me.
The reason no one has answered your question is that it is a false dilemma. If someone doesn't believe that it is a contradiction, he can't explain that, can he?
But this is enough for me. I promised myself not to be baited into this nonsense anymore.
Here's a challenge for you: Stop using the word, "like".
It wasn't I who said anything about your spacing.
>>142595>Here's a challenge for you: Stop using the word, "like".
I guess that was a bit to far, sorry.
Lameo!>Here's a challenge for you: Stop using the word, "like".
Do I have to spell it out for you?>Becuase why would you in your question address the whole site instead of the people of the thread and even then not everyone in this thread like anatomically correct ponies
Yup to spell out it is. My question is addressed to those to who it applies. Peps who fall into such a category (for peat's sake you call yourselves horse-fucker) should answer, peps who don't will ignore it. Anyone on /mlpol/ can see my posts on all threads, as long as they are the latest alleged long term user. That's not hard to infer. :~\>The reason is that you aren't from this site.
I didn't know this was a members only club sheesh.>false dilemma.
Not. As I have explain, prior. (psst follow the anthro and also draft horse's) >even then not everyone in this thread like anatomically correct ponies
You even contradict yourself, this implies that there are people who like such, meaning my question is valid.>If someone doesn't believe that it is a contradiction, he can't explain that, can he?
exactly, delusions, I'm dealing with facts here, and only the facts, beliefs have no play.>I promised myself not to be baited into this nonsense anymore.
I'm asking an honest question how is that bait. You know your posts are just as much "bait" to me, because I'm doing nothing but correcting your sophisms or logical errors but only one of us is right. Let logic be the judge.>It wasn't I who said anything about your spacing.
Oh my bad; With everybody being anonymous and all.
It just that you sound exactly like the other guy. >>142384
Gee-whiz what's with the sameness of mind; Group think.
>>142667>Gee-whiz what's with the sameness of mind; Group think.
Oh wait! I know why it's because people akin to me, who dare question are ostracized.
You don't like ancient memes?
>>138639>"You always question my competence! Every time! Why can't you just--">Biggs's punch was easy to sidestep, leaving him wide open.>You decide to end this right now, sweeping his legs from out under him.>Before he can recover from his crash to the ground, you're already on him, foot planted on his back, and twisting his arm back.>For how big these storm creatures are, they were surprisingly easy to wrestle down.>"Oow, ow ow ow!"
"So, want me to stop, do you?">"Aahahahaoooow!"
"Here's a tip for you, buckaroo. Want me to stop calling you incompetent? Then stop acting so goddamn incompetent.">Seriously, how'd this guy pass boot camp, to begin with?>First Wedge, and now this guy!>Still, you do relinquish your hold on him, when he starts to blubber.>God, you can't believe this asshole's gonna be in the main force, during the big invasion.>Knowing him, one of those damn ponies could probably talk him into tears.>Oh, whatever.>These newbies needed some serious training squeezed in for the big invasion, and that's exactly what you're going to do.>To their credit, they've been taking to it pretty well.>Mostly.>Fucking Biggs.>Your part of the regimen finishes late into the afternoon, and the weapons teacher enters just as you leave, right on cue.>Thank God you're not the guy teaching them weapons, today.>So off you go, heading across the bridge to the officer's spire, headed straight for-->"Hey, Anon!">The sound of Grubber's voice was an unexpected, yet welcome surprise.>Looking over to the side reveals him and Fiz-- Tempest, walking down a side hallway towards you.>Seeing her again was a much more welcome surprise.>And despite her attempt to hide it, you knew full well that the feeling was mutual.
"What's shakin', little guy?">"Just finished meeting with the Storm King, finally got the invasion planned out."
"Well shit, that right?">"Yep! Everything's set up and ready to go, right on schedule!"
"Hard to believe it's just a week away, huh?">Harder still to believe that the guy thinks he can pull it off, given the opposition.>But he doesn't need to know that.>"I think that Equestria is going to be in for quite a shock," adds Tempest in her usual manner.
"Well, you've got that right.">You saw how good she was with those stone orb things, she'll be fine.>Hell, she'll probably end up carrying the whole mission.>You notice Tempest regarding you with a certain look.>A well-hidden, yet very familiar look, signalling her desire to 'talk' in private.>Secret codes are way more fun, when there's someone to share them with.>A very unsubtle wink is thrown her way, and she has to force herself not to grin.>"Uhh, Anon? What're you doing?" Grubber chimes in.
"Hm? Whaddya mean?">"You're looking at her all weird!" he exclaims, head darting between you and Tempest. "And Tempest, why're you looking at him funny, too?">Ahh, what a poor, sweet summer child.
"You trying to imply something, little guy?">"Yeah! I mean, maybe a little! You two didn't even want to look at each other a few weeks back, and now you're always looking at each other! And all weird, too!">How such innocence can flourish here is beyond you.>Still, you assume the universal pose of 'really makes you think'.
"Have I? Hmm, haven't noticed. Hey, Lieutenant, have you noticed?">"No, Commander," comes Tempest's reply. "I can't say I have noticed."
"Well, there you have it, little guy. Looks like we haven't noticed anything.">It's hard to keep the grins off of your faces, especially when Grubber starts to sputter.>But he does give it up fairly quickly, clamouring for some food.>You say your farewells, heading back to your room.>As Tempest passes by, she drags her tail along your waist.>Your grin grows a little wider.…>"A-aaah… Haah… Aah-- Aaaah!">The loud moan that just left her was sweet music to your ears.>Just like the how the accompanying clench of her marehood was sweet bliss to Anon Jr.>"Aah… M-more…!">Now, who can refuse a request like that?>Tightening your grip on her hips, you put just a bit more force behind your thrusts.>She tightens her hold around the pillow beneath her, her hindlegs widening just a little bit more in an attempt to allow you more access to her.>You spend a little more time on one thrust, grinding against her deepest barrier, just how she likes it.>"Haaaaah…!">You continue pounding into the pony beneath you, the pressure of your own release slowly inching closer and closer.>"Aah, aah, haah, m-aah, m-more…">Hearing her vocalize her pleasure like that will never get old to you.>You pick up the pace just a bit more, much to her delight.>Alas, your finish is felt creeping even closer.>You try to delay it a bit more with a little bit of extra grinding.>"A-Anon…">But it looks like she has some other ideas, if that needy look of hers is anything to go by.>"Y-you're getting-- Aah! C-close?">A grunt and a nod is all you get, too busy fighting back an early release from the throb she drew out of you.>"You k-know where to-- Mmmh…! F-finish…">That, you most certainly do.>You ramp up the speed, set on giving the girl what she wants.>She bites her lip, anticipation in her eyes.>She knows what's coming.>You feel yourself pass the point of no return.
"Guh…! F-Fizzy, I'm--!">"D-do it!">You bury yourself in her one last time.>A groan leaves your throat, as the pleasure overtakes you.
>>143524>Rope after sticky rope of your seed is fired into her, her quiet squeals with the first few spurts enhancing the already amazing sensation.>"Aaaah! Haaaaah!">Her mouth hung open, tongue on the verge of lolling out, her eyes locked to yours, silently pleading for more.>But sadly, the seventh spurt marks the end of your ability to fulfill her request, in spite of her marehood's constant, powerful squeezing, trying so hard to milk just that little bit more out of you.>Both of you stay in place like this, breathing heavily and enjoying the last few moments of the experience.>You're the first to move, slowly pulling yourself out.>Despite her disappointment, she doesn't move to stop you, groaning a little when Anon Jr. finally pops out.>Finally, you let yourself fall forwards onto the bed, beside her.>Whew.>Pleasing your girl is some mighty tough work.>But that look on her face made it all worthwhile.>Speaking of, Temp-- Fizzy rolls onto her side, pulling herself in for a hug.>"Th-thanks, Anon," Fizzy breathes, quickly pecking your lips, eyes full of contentment. "I really needed that, today."
"I could tell," you coo back, arms wrapping around her.>A soft exhale from her accompanies your move.>You still have a hard time believing that Tempe-- Fizzlepop had this side to her.>But when you've got something as good as this, complaining is always the furthest thing from your mind.>It's been a solid month, since you first had that fun-filled shower with her.>She'd warmed up to you really fast in the days following that.>Even wanted to properly train together.>And pick up a few techniques after you were done, of course.>You were kind of sad when you had to head back to training with the rest of the grunts, until she came knocking on the door to your quarters, a few nights later.>You still remember how needy she looked, how much she said she missed 'seeing' you.>You were more than happy to catch up with her that night.>And the night after.>And the night after that.>Thus started the routine: she always came around every night to talk, to vent, to confide in you, and of course, to let you screw her silly.>Can't forget that part.>Fizzy groans a little as your fingers dig into her back, working loose some of that tension of hers.>Never, ever thought that she, of all people, would look this cute and vulnerable.>"Mmm…">Well, looks like she's fallen asleep.>Guess there won't be much talking tonight, after all.>You quickly join her in slumberland, a few minutes later.…>"I still don't know how you made commander, before I did."
"Well, honestly, you'd probably be better at it than me," you say, a smirk spreading across your face.
"But the big, evil overlord loves his assholes.">Fizzy snorts and rolls her eyes, in that signature cute style of hers.>Your fingers lightly trace around her ears, drawing a small, pleased sigh from the pony resting against you.>"You know that you won't be able to come along for the invasion, right?"
"Babe, that was the play.">"Don't tell me you still think our chances are bad?"
"Oh, 'bad' is such a mild term for it.">"You still haven't told me why you're so sure about that."
"You hear things, down in Klugetown," you begin.
"Even chatted up some of the guys who had their asses kicked by the Equestrian hero brigade.">"Wait, you know their capabilities, already?"
"Mmhm.">"And you didn't share this with us why, exactly?"
"Didn't share with him
, babe. Big difference.">"What?" she almost exclaims. "But why wouldn't you--">Her face lights up with recognition.>Heh, looks like she's figured out your master plan.>"You're going to have them take him out."
"Clever girl," you reply in a droll tone, shooting her a wink.>"You sneaky bastard."
"In the flesh, in the bed, and rocking the best girl in the land," you proclaim, giving her rear a quick squeeze.>There's the little squeak you were waiting to hear.>You weren't quite expecting her to start scowling, however.>"You want to get rid of the one person who can fix me?" she all but growls.
"You know," you sigh,
"I had a feeling you'd say that.">Her scowl doesn't leave, even as she lets you sit upright, letting you pivot to your nightstand drawer.>More specifically, the hidden compartment beneath it, holding a small pocket book.
"Had Grubber root around the king's stuff a few weeks ago," you say, pulling the book out and turning back to her.
"Trust me, I wouldn't be trying to waste the asshole without a good reason.">Despite her obvious skepticism, she takes the book, flipping it open.>Her eyes bulge when she reads the first page.>"You stole his journal?!"
"Borrowed without permission.">"I… wh-what are you trying to prove, with this?">You respond by flipping the pages over to the right section for her.>She reads the contents, slowly and carefully.>As she does, fear and uncertainty begins to creep into her expression.>She doesn't even finish completely, before slamming the book shut and throwing it back at you, where it bounces off your chest.>"Is this some kind of sick joke to you?!"
"I never joke about backstabbing, babe.">"No. No, I don't believe it. This is a fake, it has to be!"
"Fizzy--">She sits up all of a sudden, leaping down off your bed.>She was trying hard to hide the anger and sadness in her expression, but the wet eyes gave it away.>"I… I need to be alone."
"Fizzy, wait--">"I'll see you later, commander.">She slams the door behind her.>Were you cradling the bruise the book left, or the bruise left way deeper?…
"Good shit today, ladies!">The groaning mass of beaten-down storm creatures before you didn't seem to agree.
"Oh, quit your bellyaching! You want those pirates to run circles around you all, like last time?">Not your proudest base management move to date, you'll admit.>Still, the reminder of that raid stops the groaning, and seems to energize them.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now you ladies get some rest, and I'll see you bright and early next morning.">And with that, you leave the barracks, striding over to the palace tower-->"Commander!"
"What's up?" you reply, turning back to the winded messenger.>"One of our airships is inbound!">Oh, is that right?
"Show me.">The messenger leads you to the hangar tower, where an airship could be seen making to land.>You ascend the tower in record time, much to the messenger's displeasure.>You toss him some water, then pull some guards off their posts to accompany you, as you step into the hangar.>The airship was just setting down, the ramp extending downwards.>A certain little hedgehog came rushing down first.>"Big news, big news!" Grubber called out. "You've gotta tell the comman-- A-Anon?"
"Ayy, Grubber! Long time, no see!">Wow, he looks really excited.>And what's that he was holding?>"Anon, big news! We lost!">Now you're smiling back.
"Oh, no," comes your sarcastic response.
news! I really hope the king made it out okay.">"I'm sorry, Anon," comes his equally sarcastic reply. "But he… he didn't make it. Taken out by his own weapons…"
"Oh, how horrible!">Snrk…>Nope, neither of you can keep the facade going.>You both start laughing like hyenas.
"Haahahah! Ooh, boy! Glad to see you made it out all right, little guy!">"We did more than make it out okay! There was this huge party they threw, with so many cakes! I don't know how that pink one does it all…"
"Shit, sounds like I missed out.">"Yeah, too bad for you!" he says, handing the small box he was holding to you. "We saved a whole bunch of food for us all, though!"
"Sick," you remark, prizing the box open to find what has to be the most colourful, decked out cupcake you've ever seen.>Taking a bite out of the little thing brings you pure, knee-shaking pleasure in confectionery form.
"Grubber, please tell me we made nice with those ponies.">"I like to think so."
"We should draw up some trade deals for this right away. This is the best damn cupcake I've ever had.">"We've got plenty more in the ship, if--">Hoofsteps could be heard ringing out against the metal ramp, prompting the two of you to look over.>Fizzy.>She walked out of the ship, head hung low, trying her best to avoid looking at you.>Silence reigned as she walked out of the hangar, and until her hoofsteps couldn't be heard anymore.
"Grubber? How is she--">"She's still taking it really hard."
"Damn.">"She did make some friends in the end, though. Even helped beat the king. But…">He doesn't know what to say past that.>You lean down and give him a pat on the shoulder.
"I'm living in the palace tower, these days. If you two need to find me…">"I'll let her know. Thanks, Anon."
"Don't mention it. You two get some rest, all right?">He nods, gives you a quick little hug, then runs off after Fizzy.
"All right, boys," you clap, standing back upright.
"Get this shit unloaded, on the double!"…>The warm curtain of water from the showerhead cuts off, and you stride over to the towel rack, drying off in short order.>Halfway into it, a few knocks on the door are heard.>"Commander, the lieutenant is requesting an audience.">Your motions freeze.>She's here?>Already?>"Commander, sir?"
"Direct her to the good lounge. I'll be right there.">"Yes, sir.">When the butler's steps can't be heard anymore, you exhale.>God, you haven't seen much of her since…>Since that morning.>You dry off and get dressed in record time, and head over to the lounge.>Stepping into the quiet, lavish room, you see her.>Fizzy laid on top of the pony bench, in only her jumpsuit, head still lowered, with a nervous look on her face.>When you stepped in, she became visibly more nervous, but still wouldn't look your way.
"Fizzy?">Her ears droop.
"You all right?" you say quietly, walking over to her.>Her lip began trembling.>Her eyes start misting, by the time you're a foot away from her.
"Hey, it's-- whoa!">The next thing you knew, she'd leapt up, almost tackling you to the ground.>You drop to your knees, wrapping your own arms around her in response to her tight hold around your chest.>"I'm sorry.">She's trying so hard not to sob.>"I should have listened.">Your shirt begins soaking up her tears.
"Hey.">You begin stroking her back.
"It's all right.">And with that, she broke down.>She tried so hard to suppress her sobbing, but the few that do escape sound very, very painful.>And she kept trying to apologize, all throughout.>Your reassurances, your scratching, and your general presence did little to calm her down.>Minutes pass until she stops crying, but looking down shows that she's cried herself to sleep.>Poor girl.>Doing your best not to disturb her, you lift her up, gently carrying her to your room.>Her hold tightens occasionally as you go.>You gently lower her down onto the bed, considering how to-->"Don't leave," she whimpers in her sleep, tightening her hold even more.>You weren't about to deny her that.>Carefully, you lower yourself into bed with her.>You spend a few minutes stroking her mane, before you nod off with her.…
>>143526>You push the door open, treated to the sight of Fizzy relaxing in the hot spring.>Well, before she jumped at your entrance, anyways.>"A-Anon?!"
"Good to see you up, Fizzy.">You drop the ice bucket near the pool's border, and start undoing your robe.>"But, I-- How'd you find me here?"
"Nothing gets past that butler.">"Oh for-- of course he'd tell you."
"Well, he does kinda work for me now," you smile, the robe falling off and letting you step down into the water.>Man, can't believe that Storm Douche had this in the bottom of the tower.>No fucking wonder he built it in this weird spot.>"So what are you doing here, anyways?"
"Just wanted to check in on you. Been pretty rough these last few days, hasn't it?">"I…">You start all but swimming over to her.>"Yeah, it has. But why does it matter to you?"
it matter to me, how you're doing?">You're now standing a foot away from her.>"I-is this some kind of 'looking out for your soldiers' thing?"
"No, babe.">Lifting her chin ever-so-slightly with a few fingers, you move in and kiss her.>The shock on her face from calling her 'babe' was just eclipsed from the shock of doing this.>You pull back after a few seconds.
"It's a 'looking out for my girl' kinda thing.">"B-but… I," she stammers, still floored by what you've done. "I thought, a-after what happened, th-that you wouldn't--"
"Takes more than throwing a book to keep me away.">Before she can respond, you pull her against your chest, embracing her.
"I missed you, Fizzy.">"I…" she starts, legs clasping around you to return the gesture, "I missed you, too.">Sitting atop one of the spring's rocks, you hug your little pony in silence, up to your shoulders in the warm, relaxing waters.>You don't know how long it goes for, just having her sit on your lap and hold onto you like this, but man…>Can't believe you went without this for more than a week.>Went without her.>God, did you ever miss her.>"Anon?"
"Mmhm?">"What did you bring in that bucket?">Couldn't have asked for a more perfect way to end the moment.
"Well, if you must know," you smile, scooting over just enough to reach it,
"The old bastard had a little wine cellar going here.">"You didn't.">A white bottle and a pair of highballs are lifted out.>"You did!"
"Only wish the guy had more than white wine." you remark, unable to keep the annoyance out of your tone.
"And more than these shitty tumblers.">"Do I look like I'm complaining?"
"No, I guess not, huh?">One glass goes to her, and you pop the cork, pouring a very generous amount into both glasses.>"Shouldn't we, uh, toast to something?" she says as you slide the bottle back into the bucket.
"Wasn't planning on it. Why, you have something in mind?">"N-not really."
"Well, in that case…">You raise your glass.
"To just being happily loaded with my girl.">"I'll drink to that.">A clink of glasses later, and down the hatch it goes.>Wow, holy shit, this is some real fruity stuff.…>Whew, what a day.>Even when you're in charge of this place, you still keep training yourself, along with the troops.>Off to the side, you hear the door to the shower room open.>A smile creeps onto your face.>Only one person you know has free access to the palace tower's shiny new gym.>Or rather, one pony.>And said pony just slid open the curtain of the very spacious shower, eyes fixed on you.>"Ah, there you are, Anon," she croons, eyes lidded.
"Hello, Fizzy.">She's already stripped down to her skivvies, flicking the curtain closed with her tail, as she advances towards you.>"Putting the new space to good use, I see."
"You know it, babe.">"Now, care to explain why you didn't invite me, for some… extra training?">There's no mistaking that salacious tone, much less her nuzzling your chest.>And that damn smile of hers slays you, every time.
"Aww, you're right," you reply with plenty of fake sorrow.
"Got a little ahead of myself. Total dick move.">You kneel to her level, cupping her jaw with an outstretched hand.
"But since you're here…">The other hand trails along her back.
"How would you like to… make up for lost time?">Said hand now reaches for her cutie mark.>"Mmmm… it has been a really long time, huh?"
"Too long.">Your hand was about to begin kneading her rump proper, before she pushed it away.>"Well, it can wait for a little longer."
"Fizzy?" you ask, now quite confused.>She's never refused you, before.>"Oh, don't worry," she intones in that deep, sensual, and oh-so-lovable voice she does. "We're definitely making up for lost time today. A lot of lost time. But…">She gives you a quick peck.>"It's going to be a very… special make-up."
"I like the sound of that," you grin.>She offers you one last giggle, before she sidles up against you, reaching for the soap.>The two of you end up washing each other, though you don't manage to pull off anything too sexual, outside of some not-so-subtle kneading of her flanks, during the cleaning.>She was real insistent on saving it for her 'special event'.>Leaving the shower to dry off is much the same deal, including you two drying each other off.>"I'm curious, how many of the old bastard's secret rooms did you find, around here?"
"Still digging those up, as I go.">You finish towelling off her tail for her, then opt to throw on a bathrobe.>"Well, did you ever find the one, hidden in the small closet on this floor?"
"Can't say I have. Why, you snooped around here before?">"A little," she says as she finishes pulling her jumpsuit on. "But Grubber's the one who found it, first."
"Figures. So, what's the secret?"
>>143527>"Well, I could tell you," she says, excitement lurking beneath her bedroom eyes. "But I'd rather just… show you.">Her tone became much more salacious, to match.
"This wouldn't happen to involve us 'making up for lost time', would it?">"Mmm, wouldn't you like to know?"
"All right, keep me in suspense," you smile.>She bumps her flank against you with a smile of her own, then leads you down the halls, towards a small broom closet.>Inside, the one magic candle-holder is pulled down, showing it to be a lever that opens the wall it's next to.>A very strong-looking wooden door greets you, the wood stained a deep red.>She pushes the door open, but stands aside to let you enter, first.>Which, of course, you do, revealing…>Oh.>Well.>This is, uh…>The door closing with a deep 'thunk' draws your eyes back, showing a grinning Fizzlepop sliding the three door bolts shut.>"Did I mention that he never snuck around here again, after finding this place?"
"I can see that happening," you reply with your own grin.>You start slowly backpedalling towards the bed, the mare sashaying her way towards you at the same pace.
"So," you start, sitting on the bedside when you can't back up any further,
"How long have you been planning to use this place?">"Since I first started… 'visiting' you," she all but breathes, rearing up and planting her hooves on your shoulders. "It was really, really tricky, sneaking in here. Even trickier to smuggle in the… clothes.">Clothes?
"Clothes?">Her response is to kiss you, a move you're more than happy to return.>Well, for all of five seconds, before she pulls back with a light 'smack'.>"Tell you what," she says with a small bite to her lip, "Why don't I show you?"
"S-sure," you nod, not even bothering to hide Anon Jr's rise to attention.>If she noticed, she didn't show it, her tail brushing against your face, as she turns and walks over to a small dressing room, making very sure to sway her hips plenty as she went.>This fucking girl, man…>While she changes, you shift over to the side of the bed facing her way.>Never thought you'd see a room like this in the tower, straight out of a damn love hotel.>Red room, red decor, red everything.>This huge four-poster bed was something else though, sporting what feels like red silk making up the curtains and bedding.>Luxurious and salacious, without being too cheesy.>And to think, you were about to ruin this nice bed with Fizzy…>You can't help but smile at the thought.>"All right, I'm ready," she calls out in that signature husky voice of hers.>The door opens, and she steps out, smirking widely and looking proud as can be.>And she's got every damn reason to look proud.>You never really got the appeal of pony saddles, at least not until just this moment.>She was sporting a black saddle, the gray 'seat' kept lacy to an absolute minimum, with the bottom left open a little bit, showing both her coat and the corset lacing keeping it held onto her.>Once she was sure she had your attention, she turned to the side, getting you a good look at the socks on her back legs.>Well, maybe 'socks' is the wrong term, seeing how they're not covering her hooves up.>Whatever they were called, they hugged her legs closely, the gray fabric interspersed with the occasional black pinstripe, with the lacier top of the garments tied off with a little dark pink bow.>"Looks like you're not the only one who likes what he sees," she croons, eyes fixed on a very poorly covered Anon Jr.
"Jesus," you finally breathe out,
"You trying to turn me on, or kill me?">That husky laugh of hers wasn't helping matters.>"Oh, Anon, there's plenty of far more… entertaining ways to kill you, than this.">Without taking her eyes off you, she bumps a switch on the wall with her flank, turning the lights off and igniting the candles on the nightstand, and on the walls near the bed.
"I'm a little strapped for imagination right now," you grin, as she slowly walks towards you, her eyes lidded.
"What kinda… technique
did you have in mind?">"You sure you're up to it?" she replies, pushing you back until you're lying down, allowing her to look down at you, both hooves planted beside your head.
"I dunno, it sounds pretty intense.">"Oh, it is. But you're a big guy, I'm sure you can handle it.">And with that, she kisses you.>Your hands snake up to pull her down by the neck and withers, but she doesn't budge, despite her appreciative little moans.>"We're not leaving this room, until you give me everything you've got.">You have to choke back a moan of your own, when she drops her belly on top of Anon Jr.>"Every.">Her body shifts, grinding your member against your robe's fabric.>"Last.">It springs free of the loose fabric prison, touching her soft, insanely warm coat.>"Drop.">It throbs hard against her, the small, all-too-familiar mounds sandwiching it.>Your attempt to choke back a moan is much less successful, this time.>She moves back down to kiss you again, only you meet her in the middle this time.>One hand cups the back of her hand, as your tongues start wrestling.>The other cups the mare's rear end, the ensuing squeeze drawing a few moans out of her.>The squeezing, grinding, and kissing continues for a few more moments, before you both surface for air.>"By the time we're done, I don't want to feel my legs. You got that?"
"That's all?" you smirk, the hand on her rear instead cupping her marehood, much to her pleasant surprise.
"Say, how much… equipment
is stashed here?">"Lots," she breathes.
"Well, I hope there's plenty of plugs," comes your reply, slipping a finger into her folds to help hammer your point home.
"Because you're gonna need one, by the time we're through."
>>143528>The hunger in her eyes doubles, and she swoops back in to kiss you again.>"Have I ever told you that I love you?"
"Have I ever told you that I love you, too?">The smile now on her face is beaming and genuine, just like your own.>Sitting up together, you both close the curtains, enclosing the two of you in the bed, and dimming the candlelight even more, just enough to see her features clearly in the near-darkness.>You take the opportunity to all but rip off your robe, then grab hold of her rear, pulling her over just a little bit more.>Now, if you were right, she was going to skip the-->"C-can we skip the f-foreplay, please?" she asks, already hugging the pillow beneath her.>Called it.>She does not like being pent up, and honestly, neither do you.
"You got it, babe. But I think I'll start slow, if it's all the same to you.">Grasping the base of her tail, you lift it upwards, giving her dock a quick rub, drawing a nice, throaty moan out of her.>"I-I'd like that…">Anon Jr. in hand, you begin probing her entrance, with Fizzy already biting her lip in anticipation, eyes full of need.>You don't make her wait very long, as you start slowly sinking your way into her.>Groans of pleasure escape both of you, as you push deeper and deeper, eventually bottoming out.>Every bit as incredible as you remember.>"Haaaah…">True to your word, you start slow, the bed staying quiet as you work your magic.>Even as your speed begins to pick up, as the familiar sound of your bodies colliding makes itself known, the bed never once squeaks, leaving Fizzy's breathing and vocalizations as the only thing you hear.>"Aaah… Yesss…">And what a sound, it is.>You keep going, but don't pick things up to the point where it's the hard, animalistic rutting it usually ends up as.>Not today, you think.>"Mmmnn… Haah…">This pace continues for almost ten minutes, the two of you perfectly content with the current pace.>Nothing but you and her, her quiet moans, and your own occasional groans filling out the silence.>That is, before she gets close to popping.>"Aah, A-Anon… I-- Aah, I-I'm getting-- Mmmh!">To say nothing of your own nearing release.>You change things up a bit, grinding against her innermost barrier for a few moments after each thrust, just the way she likes it.>"Haaah…! Haaah, Aaaanoooon!">She crashes over the edge, crying out into the pillow, her marehood clenching hard enough to keep you from pulling out of her.>You can't stop yourself from passing the point of no return, this time.
"Guh…! F-Fizzy, I'm--">You try to push yourself further into her, for all that will do.>Her loud, protracted moans turn into loud squeals and cries, as you begin releasing inside of her.>"Aaah! Y-yes! B-breed me-- Aaaaaah!">Every spurt drew a fresh cry from her, the sheer intensity of your release bordering on painful.>All you can do is grit your teeth and hold on for dear life, giving the girl everything she wants.>By the time you finish, it takes a huge amount of effort to keep from collapsing on top of her.>You both spend a few moments recovering, sweating bullets and panting like animals.>"Haah… haah… Ohh…">That was, without a doubt, the most intense orgasm you've ever had.>And yet, your mind lingers on one detail…
"Haah… D-did you just ask me to… breed you?">You feel her tense up beneath you.>"D-did I say that?!"
"Totally did.">"Y-yeah, well, so what if I did?" she responds, her head turning to look at you, a mix of both uncertainty and hope crossing her features. "I don't hear you complaining."
"Me, complain? Never. But I don't remember you ever asking for that
, before.">"W-well, I," she starts, pausing to bite her lip a little bit. "I thought, being the new king and all, you would… need some of my help."
"King, huh…?">You smile widely, gripping her hips with renewed vigour.
"And what kind of 'help' did you have in mind, Fizzy?">"A-all kinds of help," she leers back, confidence returning to her. "Counsel, defense…">She grinds against you a little bit, as if to punctuate her next question.>"Maybe even start a nice, large line of succession?">She definitely felt the throb that that managed to draw out of you.
"Well, when you put it like that, I think we could definitely… explore
that possibility, for another hour or two.">She all but whines her agreement, pushing her rear against you in response.>"You know, my liege, it's going to be a few more months, before we can even try to… make that a reality.">She winks back at you, in more ways than one. "Should be plenty of time to… get some practice in.">Oh, yeah.>Forget resting for a bit longer.>Not when your girl's asking-- no, begging you to stake a claim on her.>With that, you begin thrusting into her again.>After that, you lose track of how many times you screw her ragged.>How many times you explode inside of her.>How many times she cries your name.>How many times she begs you to breed her.>By the end of it all, you collapse back onto the bed, feeling like you just ran several marathons.>You'll definitely feel this, in the morning.>Mortal men were never meant to be that pent-up.>Fizzy nuzzles your cheek, curled up by your side, her saddle soaked with sweat and coming undone.>Pretty sure that no amount of cleaning is gonna take the stains out of her socks, either.>But it was totally worth it.>You tighten your arm's hold around her just a bit more, idly scratching her ear with your other hand.
"So, king, huh?">"My king. All mine," she coos back. "You'll be a great king, Anon…">You smirk, kissing her forehead.
"Hail to the king, babe."
You know, I'm having a lot of fun, writing these shorts. I think I'll have to make this a semi-regular event.
The Tempest green: https://pastebin.com/aqXdy3JX
The Starlight green: https://pastebin.com/dVJCbqXS
for the love of god, canada, don't stop with this stuff ever!
Not a single image of /mlp/-sama being fucked by /pol/-tan. Dissapointments the lotta ya.
Fuck that, draw /pol/ and /mlp/ raising their kid.
Maybe some Kratos-and-son-type stuff with /pol/ and their kid.
I posted 3/4 of the porn from the last thread, but I used hotlinks because my computer is slow as fuck…
Gotta go with the Shimmy.
>>144784>would love to see a story about Chrissy sometime
hell yeah shimsham
Definitely Shimmy, great greens Canada.
Ahh, the zigger-lover outs himself, at last.
What to do, what to do…
I-it's not what it looks like..!
Gosh, that's a lot of movement.
>>142689>Holy shitting dick nipples
Man, that's an ancient one.
There's more to that comic, post it plz
I wasn't paying attention tbh.
I like #2 a lot. One of the best pieces of pony ass i have seen in a long while. Stopped me dead in my tracks. Thank you, Anon!
Other anon here. I got you, f@m.
Fuck yes. Thank you Canada, I've been looking for that pornmovie (lost my copy).
And then it gets spray painted blue and Rainbow Dash's cutiemark is slapped on.
I can't get enough of that Limestone pic
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ITT: Bad Dragon chatter, I guess.
What pone do you think Mary the Masturbator (pic related) is best at representing? What about Sugar Star? Rowan? I'm considering getting a set of each equine toy cocks included and obsessing myself with making the sensations connect to a mental image. Total waifufaggotry to be sure, but I thrive on putting desires and personality on top of such basic symbols and toys.
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Meant to post as its own thread, but phone is godawful. Fuck. May as well contribute with my top tier unf material.
Why boner, why
This thread makes no-fap really hard.
Nofap is the way, the truth, and the life.
Masturbate only once every few weeks.
D'awww, skelepone needs love too!
I could ask my sister.
And then would post the cake to rate on 4/ck/. :^)
"Mister Star Weaver, please, you can't be serious."
>"I am quite serious, Anonymous," the portly, middle-aged unicorn began. "The date for this final assignment is non-negotiable."
"But you threw that extra theory into the mix, right at the very end!" you cry. "How do you expect me to both understand it, and factor that into my work, in just two weeks?!"
>"Everypony who has passed this course has completed this same assignment," he drones. "If you are experiencing difficulties with it, I suggest you seek out some assistance."
"Assistance? Professor, I don't have the time to be looking around for some other pony, who may or may not even help me!"
>"You will find the time. And you will be thankful that you did."
>All you can manage is a few exasperated sputters, before your shoulders slump in resignation.
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
>"You always have a choice."
>This isn't over.
"Thank you for your time, professor."
>Not by a long shot.
>"Please send the next pony in, when you leave."
>You wait until your back is turned to him, before you roll your eyes.
>If you have to hear one more of his damn platitudes, you might just punch something.
>You reach for the door handle, pushing it down and pulling the door back--
"Whoa!" you exclaim, not expecting the door to swing out like that, and nearly hit you.
>"Star Weaver!" calls a very displeased, yet somewhat familiar voice.
>The voice belongs to a certain classmate of yours.
>Orange coat, two-tone red and light gold mane, cyan eyes, and that little lock of hair, almost curling around her horn.
>Sunset Shimmer, she's called.
>And she looks as unhappy as you feel.
>"Ah, Sunset," the old pony starts, "How nice it is to--"
>"Don't 'nice to see you' me! You want to explain to me what this is all about?!"
>Only she's a touch more vocal in her expression than you are.
>In any case, you let her storm on in, before closing the door behind you.
>You take a moment to sit out in the hallway, opposite to the select few students waiting in line to see professor Star Weaver.
>You just sit there, contemplating this.
>Damn it, Anon.
>You couldn't have just picked something simple to study at home, like your mother wanted, couldn't you?
>No, you had to go out and study abroad, leave the Terran Dominion, and come to Equestria as an exchange student.
>But how could you resist?
>No human has ever studied magic before!
>How could you turn down the opportunity?
>And besides, you'll never forget that look of pride, on your father's face, when you told your family about what you were going to do!
>And you had no intention of letting them down!
>Bah, you don't need this!
>Forget that elitist teacher's nonsense!
>You'll just forego some of your routine for the next two weeks, you suppose, and power through this--
>The door flung back open again, getting you to jump.
>"This isn't over, professor!" cried Sunset, storming out of the office. "I'll take this to Celestia, if I have to!"
>"And you will get the same response, miss Sunset," said the professor.
>She groans, closes the door behind her with another loud SLAM, and walks off down the hallway, the other students becoming visibly afraid of her as she passed by.
>"Lousy assignment," she mutters. "Who does he think he is?"
>Wait a minute.
>Was she arguing about the same thing you were?
>This might be worth pursuing!
>You stand back up, and start following her.
"Pardon me," you call, "Sunset Shimmer, was it?"
>"What?!" she all but yells back at you.
>Well, that was rather rude of her.
"You just finished talking with the professor, right?"
>"Huh? Yeah, about--"
"That assignment, right?"
>"Yeah! How'd you know that?"
"I just finished talking to him about it, too, right before you went in to see him."
>"No kidding? Tch, what does that old bag know?"
>You chuckle a little at her show of gumption.
>"Hey, you're that exchange student, right? From the Dominion?"
>"Name's Sunset. Listen, you had to see the princess, to get accepted in here, right?"
"That's correct, why?"
>"I have a lot of pull with the princess. I'm thinking that we could both see her at once, get her to change this dumb assignment to something more reasonable. Or at least extend the deadline a little!"
"Interesting," you hum, stroking your chin in thought. "A sound plan. You're sure it would work?"
>"Positive," she assures you, confidence almost dripping from her tone. "We'll get this changed, get our work done, and move on with life. Sound good to you?"
"That does sound good. All right, I'll help you."
>"Perfect. Just follow me."
>And follow her, you do.
>"Trust me, there's no way she'll turn us down."
>"What do you mean, you won't make him change it?!" Sunset all but screams at the princess, looking down from her throne with that signature smile of hers.
>"The good professor is right, Sunset," the princess replies in her usual, even tone. "Everypony that passed that class has had to take that same assignment, and you're no different."
>You're not sure what flabbergasts you more: the fact that she really rejected your joint petition, or that she maintains her calm, in the midst of Sunset losing her temper!
>"I suggest you take his advice, and find somepony else to help you through this."
>"Aaagh, who else is there?! Nopony is free enough to help me!"
>"Then perhaps I should rephrase that. Perhaps you should find somehuman else to help you."
>"After all," the princess smiles coyly, "You were able to have him help you petition me, weren't you?"
>"Then you already have somepo-- ahem, somehuman free enough to help you."
"Princess, with all due respect, my people value independent progress very highly.">"And since you're here in Equestria, mister Anonymous, you should have the opportunity to learn more about cooperative progress, to better expand your horizons."
"But--" you sputter, unable to believe what you're hearing.
"Your highness, please--">"I am sorry, but I'm afraid this is all I have time for, today. The court can only be suspended for so long.">"Princess, please--">"There's no need to worry," Celestia says with a small wink. "You'll both be done with your assignment, before you even know it. You may even learn a thing or two, in the process.">You would have continued your complaints, asking her what the hell she thinks she's playing at, but she waved you both off with that one line, the guards moving to escort you out of her throne room.>It takes the pair of you a few moments to register the world again, once you've been escorted out.>"Oh, this is just what I needed," Sunset mutters to herself.
"Damned Equestrian collectivists," you mutter under your breath.>"Well," she sighs, frustration seeping out of her tone, "I guess we'd better… get this over with."
"Yeah," you sign back, similarly frustrated.
"I'll just… get my things, first.">"I've got to get my own things, too. Ugh, tell you what. Why don't you meet me outside of the main doors?"
"Of course, but what for?">"So I can bring you over to my place?">Wait, what?
"Your place? Why would we go there?">"Because it's got a great study room, one that I use all the time, and the library is only a block away," she says with pride, before it melts into frustration. "I can't believe I'm actually sharing it now, though."
"Does it? Well, that already sounds better than my place.">"It's settled, then. See you there.">She starts trotting off.
"Yeah, see you then." you call back, in motion soon after she started.…
"Wow," you exhale, taking in the sight.
"I didn't expect this
, of all things!">"It is pretty cool, huh?"
"Sunset, all I have to work with is a single desk! And here you are, with a small library, and a big worktable!">You knew she was supported by the princess, but you thought it was like the support of the emperor back home: a pittance title of land and money.>You didn't realize that Equestrian royal support was quite this…>Lavish!>"Glad you like it. Now," she says, curt as can be, "I believe we have work to do."
"A-ah, yes, our work. Where should I…?">"On that side of the table."
"Right, right.">You start unpacking your books, and she does the same, both of you on opposite sides of the big table.>And without further ado, the two of you get down to work.…>"Huuuugh…! Why does this have to be so hard?!"
"Tell me about it," you moan. "Nothing in the curriculum even remotely prepared us for something like this."
>"Right?! Like, magic theory isn't that difficult! It's like they figured that out halfway through writing the material, and just said 'buck it, let's throw those students a curveball, hahahahah!'."
>Her groan is accompanied by her rubbing her eyes, before her head comes down on the desktop.
>She's not wrong.
>Five days into this damned assignment, and it's been one hell of a slog for the pair of you!
>Not that it's going badly, far from it: you're both on track to finish in time.
>But the sheer amount of time and effort you needed, just to keep on that track?
>You've both been running on barely five hours of sleep each day, just trying to knuckle down on this material!
>The dark rings under both of your eyes are a testament to that.
>To say you were stressed would be an understatement, and you're positive she feels the same way.
>"Ugh, what time is it?"
>You both look over at the clock, and…
>It's eight at night.
>No, that's quite enough for you, tonight.
>If you have to stay up until midnight again, you're going to go insane.
"Sunset, I think I'll call it here for tonight," you say, standing up from your chair.
>"W-wait hold on, what?! I--"
"I can't keep this up. Every day I stay up that late, I keep making stupid mistakes, or slipping up. I need some actual rest."
>"I…" she begins, clearly intending at first to protest, but quickly veering towards sympathetic, "Th-that actually sounds… like a good plan."
>Her huge yawn punctuates that little need.
>Soon, she joins you in sitting up.
>"You're right. I need some actual sleep. We both do."
"Well, I… guess I'll leave my things here for the night, and see you tomorrow."
>"Huh? You're making it sound like you're leaving."
"I…" you begin, a bit confused. "I am leaving, to my home."
>"Well, why can't you just stay in the guest room, again?"
"Sunset, please, I've imposed enough. I couldn't--"
>"Uh-uh. It's dark out there, you said yourself that you're really tired, and frankly, I don't mind you taking the lazy route, like that."
>One look at her expression was all it took to deter you.
>Damn it, this girl is pushy…!
>"There you go. Now come on, let's get out of this damn room."
>No arguments here.
>You can't sleep.
>It's almost ten at night, and you can't fall asleep.
>Against your better judgment, you sit up out of the bed, groaning a little.
>Your hands are slightly shaky.
>You can't believe how stressed you are.
>With your whole future riding on this one stupid assignment, how couldn't you be stressed?
>You need something to drink.
>You stand up and head to the kitchen to do just that, downing a few glasses of water in short order.
>It only helped a little.
>>149054>Sighing, you head back through the hallway, towards your-->Wait.>Did you hear something?>It…>Yes, you did!>You stop in your tracks, listening for any-->"mmmhh…">What is that?>Is that a… groan?>"ooh…">It… sounds like it.>Is that Sunset?>"huugh…">You start slowly following the sounds, trying your best to stay quiet.>"ugh… c-come on…!">Your destination is a slightly ajar door, dim orange candlelight flickering from within.>Against your better judgment, you peer inside.>Inside, unsurprisingly, is Sunset herself, laid in bed on her side, facing in your general direction.>A book was being levitated in that bright, opal glow of hers.>Her face was kind of flushed, and there was definite irritation in her expression.>"C-come on…! Why isn't this working?">What is she--?>A quiet yelp leaves her, her lip bite stifling most of it.>You were considering going and asking her what was wrong, but that sound stopped you dead in your tracks.>Something about it sounded… wrong.>Not wrong wrong, but-->She groans anew with much more frustration, then sits up, choosing instead to lie on her back.>"Stupid book," she grumbles. "Can't believe I paid money for this!">You could see the book's contents from this angle.>They looked like diagrams, but it was too far to really make out.>A quiet sigh left her again, redirecting your attention to-->Why are her hindlegs splaying out?>"I swear, this better work this time!">She takes a breath, and then moves one of her forelegs down her body, the hoof reaching towards-->Holy sh--!>It's your turn to choke back some noise, your turn to start flushing red.>The scent hits you at the same time as her renewed groans, the mixture of cinnamon, honey, and something distinctly feminine fuelling your own blush.>S-she's…!>No, you shouldn't be looking at this!>Yet despite your mind's protests, you can't move, still fixed on the sight in front of you.>The sight of Sunset pleasuring herself.>"Hrmmm… come on!">O-or at least, trying to.>You couldn't see her actual… parts from this angle, but the way her hoof was… digging into her crotch was fast, jerky, and…>Well, it didn't really look all that pleasurable.>It looked kind of painful, to be perfectly honest.>Maybe if-->No!>Damn it, Anon, get out of here!>Just go, leave her alo-->"Aaaagh, damn it!" she exclaims, hurling the book towards the door. "This isn't helping at all!">Whoa, she's really angry, now!>"I swear," she begins, climbing off of the bed, and walking towards the book.>Towards you.>She picks up the book with her magic, her eyes following it's ascent.>"When I find that mare, I'm going to--">Allowing her to see you.>Deathly silence falls over everything, only interrupted by the book falling to the ground again.>She's frozen in place, shocked.>The same could be said of you.>It's only when her brow furrows, and she grits her teeth, that the shock is replaced with panic.>"You?!" she all but screams, throwing the door open.>The sudden force knocks you down, but you don't get to hit the floor, as you're enveloped in her magic, and floated over towards her.>Her bright, crackling horn matched the angry expression she now wore.>"What do you think you're doing?!">You can't speak, all your attempts to explain and apologize coming out as a series of splutters.>She levitates you very close by, her snout pushing up against your nose, her eyes boring into your own.>"What did you see?"
"I-I--">"What did you see?!"
"Nothing!">"Horseapples, you didn't!"
"B-but I didn't!" you stammer out at last.
"I-I heard noises f-from the hallway, a-and I went t-to see what was making them!">"And I bet you loved what you found, didn't you?!"
"Wh-what? No!">"Oh right, like that's not the biggest load I've heard all year!"
"I couldn't even see anything from this angle!" you blurt.>Uh-oh.>"You… what?">Anon, stop.
"A-and what you were doing looked really painful!">Anon, stop!>Oh, no, you've done it, now!>She's…>Uh…>Wait.>She doesn't look as angry?>"Painful?" she finally asks, more confused than anything else.
"Yes, painful!">She blinks.>"And… how would you know that?">Don't answer that.
"I-I had a good education.">God damn it, stop!>You don't even know how to identify the look on her face, right now.>But she does stop using her magic, dropping you to the ground.>"Anon.">She pulls your head up by the chin, her eyes promising bloody murder.>"You tell a soul about what you saw here, and I'll send you back home in pieces. Clear?">You nod vigorously.>"Get out of my room.">She doesn't have to tell you twice.>You scramble your way out, the door slamming shut behind you.>Your stumbling continues all the way to your bedroom, where you collapse on top of your bed.>This time, sleep finds you easily.…>Another night, another failed attempt at sleeping.>Neither one of you slept well, not after… yesterday.>Neither one of you wanted to talk all that much, either.>A slow day's worth of progress was the end result, though both of you did decide to end it off earlier that night, again.>And here you are, still awake at nine-thirty.>You sigh.>This was a bad idea.>Maybe you should-->The door to your room opening breaks you from your thoughts, and on the other side was none other than Sunset, herself.>"Anon.">Wait, Sunset?>Wh-what does she want?>She looks…>Wait.>She looks nervous?>Why does she-->"Anon!" she yells, now equal parts frustrated and nervous.
"Yes!" you blurt.
"I-I mean, y-yes, Sunset?">"Come with me."
"Huh?">She doesn't even wait for your reply, instead turning tail and walking down the hallway.>"Now.">Something in her tone pushed you to scramble out of bed, and you did indeed end up following her down the hallway.>Following her into her room.>Her room?>Why did she--?>The door closes behind you, and she turns back around to face you, again.>The candlelight really illustrated how tired she really looked.>"I've never been this stressed in my life," she groans, an almost desperate edge to her voice. "This stupid assignment's been keeping me up all night.">She begins pacing around.>"I know I have to do this, that we have to do this, but…">Did she just sniffle?>"I don't know if we can.">She looks back over to you, her eyes beginning to mist over.>"I can't work like this. It's too much. But nothing I do to try and take a load off is working!>"I can't fail this, Anon! I've worked too hard, I've got too many things riding on my success! But, I…">Her head falls.>"I don't know what to do," she sighs, her voice cracking.>A few beats of silence pass, before you decide to speak up.
"I thought I was the only one.">"Huh?" she replies, her head coming back up. "Y-you mean, you…?"
"Constantly. I'm the only human who's good enough to take on Equestrian magic studies. Do you know how many people want to see me succeed?">"N-no, I… I don't."
"Let's just say that some of the emperor's confidants have a stake in this. Then, there's my family. And let's not forget all the financial backing by the imperial universities.">"O-oh, gosh! A-and I thought getting picked by Celestia was bad enough!"
"It's definitely not easy.">Your own head falls.
"I fail this, and I let them all down. And believe me, you don't want to let down anyone connected to the emperor.">You sit yourself down on the floor.
"So yeah, I know how you feel. Never been this stressed in my life before, either.">Her gaping, surprised look lasted for a while, before it was broken up by some nervous laughter, with an equally nervous expression.>"H-heheh… wow, uh… now I feel kinda bad, for wanting to ask you about, uh…"
"What?" you respond, quite confused.
"What did you want to ask?">"W-well, uh, heheh… it might kind of sorta be about… well, last night."
"Last ni--?">Oh, God!
"Oh! Th-that?">"Y-yeah, that."
"I-- L-look, I told you, I didn't mean to--">"N-no, nonono, it's not that! It's, well… uh… ohh boy.">She swallows dry, her eyes darting back and forth, before proceeding:>"Y-you said that what I was doing was, uh… p-painful?"
"Yes?">"I uh… I don't really know what else to do.">You stare blankly at her for a few moments, her words sinking in.
"Sunset," you begin,
"Please tell me that Equestria has sexual education classes.">"Wh-what?! O-of course it does! Why wouldn't it?!"
"Because I'm… not really sure how it's possible, that you don't know, well what to do
. Unless…">Your brow furrows, as another realization sets in.
"Please don't tell me they only teach you about their function.">She begins embarrassed, but quickly flips to confused.>"Hold on, what? Why would they teach you more than that?">Your pinch the bridge of your nose.
"Never thought I'd have to explain this," you groan, before standing up.
"All right, I suppose you deserve an explanation.">You make your way over to a nearby table, where-->"A-actually, could we… sit over here, on the bed?">The bed?
"Uh, all right…?">"Sorry, just… I've had enough of hard chairs for one day."
"Fair enough.">You sit cross-legged on the end of the bed, Sunset climbing up and laying down up at the front.>"S-so, uh… maybe you should tell me about how, well, you guys teach it."
"Right," you begin.
"Well, our sexual education is very… comprehensive
. We aren't just taught what the various… components
do, but what to do with them.">"Wh-what to… do with them?" she asks, her face beginning to redden.
"Diagrams, positions, erogenous zone overviews, all of it. They teach all this at a different institution, you know. One meant only for this lesson plan. And then, of course, there's the family planning classes afterwards, but…">"Hold on, what?!" she yelps, face red as a tomato. "They teach you that?!"
"They do. Part of 'The Grand Expansion', something the emperor instituted sixteen years ago. One of it's goals was to combat falling birth rates, as well as climbing divorce rates.">"Oh," she gasps, the colour partly draining from her face. "A-and, it… works?"
"It does. You'd be amazed at how many couples stay together, when both partners know how to… please
one another.">Your head tilts slightly, as you regard her.
"I didn't think this would be very contentious for you.">"Are you kidding?" she gesticulates, her blush back to full strength, and her limbs shaking slightly. "I-I mean, it's weird, sure, but that at least sounds way more useful than--">She bites back what she's about to say.>"W-well, it… it doesn't matter. I-interesting, how you guys do it."
, will you tell me why you called me here?">Just like that, she gets nervous again.
"You didn't call me here just to explain Dominion sex-ed, I presume.">"N-no, I, ahahah… I didn't. W-well, uh, y-you know that book I had?"
"You had a
book, but I didn't catch what it was.">She gives you an owlish look, before she buries her head in her forelegs, her face somehow becoming even redder.>She levitates a book towards you, while she does this.>'51 Ways to Please Yourself: A Complete Guide on Managing Stress'
>>149056>Oh.>That's what she was reading.>Now the pieces are coming together.
"You… tried to relieve your stress that way?">"Mmhm.">You take the book, and flick through it really quickly.>It was… well-illustrated, you'll give it that, and you'd be lying if it wasn't ever-so-slightly arousing to read.>But the arousal evaporated in the face of the problems within it, with the prescribed amount of force needed, noticing the limitations a hoof imposes, and other things of that nature.
"Tch, small wonder it didn't work," you snort, throwing the book over your shoulder.
"Very little of that would actually feel good. Too much force.">"R-really…?"
"Really. Honestly, it's a wonder that author hasn't been sued for promoting self-harm!">Never thought that Equestria would be this lost, in this regard!>"W-well, uh… I guess in that case…">She peeks out from her legs, her tail flicking side to side.>"W-would you mind, uh… correcting the record?">What?
"What?">She springs up, waving her forelegs in a placating fashion.>"N-nothing too big, of course! I-I'm not asking you for a roll in the hay!">That doesn't help to stop your own blush from creeping in.>"I just… nothing I usually do works! I'm too wound up for it! I-if you could, you know, show me what I'm doing wrong, then…">Your sigh this time is shaky, as you process what she's asking.>"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--"
"No, no, i-it's fine." you reassure, more for yourself than her.
"This is a… fairly common stress outlet.">"S-so, you'll…?"
"I suppose so," you say, rubbing the back of your head.
"To be honest, I haven't had much of an… outlet
myself, lately.">"W-wait, you haven't been…?" she asks, disbelief in her look.
"No, of course not! Never at a guest's house!">"Oh. That's…">A realization crosses her face, and her look to you becomes a bit more confident.>"Okay. H-how about a deal?"
"A deal?">"Y-you help me with my… problem," she says, trembling slightly as she sits upright, "A-and I'll help you get some… relief of your own. That fair?">Oh, God…!>She's actually…?
"I…">"Anon, a-are you okay?"
"F-fine, why?">"You're shaking.">You look down at your hand, to find it is indeed shaking.>The deep breath you take is just as shaky.>"I-is something wrong? Oh, damn it, did I say something wrong?"
"N-no, no, you didn't say anything wrong," you placate.
"Just… you're sure about this?">"A-Anon, come on, don't ask me that, now!"
"Right, sorry, I said that wrong. It's just that… I'm not so sure about the whole… species
difference.">Now you're getting the feeling you must've said something wrong, if her surprised look was anything to go by.>"The… species difference? You mean, you prefer other humans?"
"I-It's not so much 'prefer', please understand. I just… like to know what I'm getting into, and, well, I'm not all that knowledgeable
on pony… anatomy
, if… you know what I mean?">She just gives you a blank look.>Oh, marvellous.>Now you've definitely gone and-->"Snrk…">Wait a minute, is she smiling?>No, trying not to laugh?>"Heh… ohmygosh, you…">She can't hold it in any longer, giggling to herself for several moments.
"Hey, what's so funny?">"Heehahahah! O-ohh my gosh, you're such a dork!"
"Hey!">She stands up, walking towards you with an wide, swinging gait.>"But I'm not going to lie, I kind of like that.">Her snout almost presses against your nose by the time she stops, and her eyes are beginning to lid.>"All right, then," she croons, "I guess we'll have to… coach each other, then. Now, do we have a deal?">You swallow dry.>You're still nervous about… charting new territory, like this.>But, it's not as if there's any other option, considering the alternative.
"Y-yeah," you finally say.
"Deal.">Her smile grows at your words, though only briefly.>She moves in to kiss you, almost as if sealing the deal.>You don't waste time in reciprocating, finding this to not be as alien as you expected.>Still, it only lasts for a few seconds, before she draws back, tracing a hoof down your cheat.>"I never got why you humans wear clothes all the time," she asks, her horn glowing.>You can feel your shirt unbuttoning in the wake of her hoof, no doubt from her magic.>"Heh, not like it'll matter much, in a moment…">The instant your shirt is fully unbuttoned, she pulls it off, tossing it over to the side.>S-she's definitely more forward than you are…!>"Well, don't just sit there," she hums, already working on unfastening your pants. "You're allowed to touch me, you know."
"R-right…!">Your hands come up a little quickly, rubbing alongside her barrel.>Was she always this soft?>She sits down, when she feels your hands begin to reach further backwards, allowing your hands to easily trace down towards her rear.>Meanwhile, she succeeds in undoing your pants, and you shift around to let her pull them off.>"Really?" she says with bemusement. "Another pair, underneath those?">Your attempt to explain underwear was cut off by her gently pressing a hoof into your crotch, roping a groan out of you.>Grinning at your response, she moves her head down towards the same spot, her teeth closing around the waistband.>It's hard not to tense up, as she pulls them off with her mouth, your half-stiffened member springing out in the process.>She lets out a fascinated hum when she sees it, and quickly discards the underwear to get a better look at it.
>>149057>"Oh wow, that's different!" she hums, stroking a fetlock up and down along the underside. "Wonder what this little guy can do, hmm?"
>You can't help but hiss at the sensation.
>Good God, that's nice…!
>She looks back up at you, taking her hoof off and standing back upright with an increasingly hungry smile.
>"But we'll get to that little guy in a moment. Now, about that coaching…"
>With one last grin, she turns around completely, her rear end now dominating your view.
>Her tail flicks aside a few times, before her stance widens, and her tail lifts proper, allowing you a full view of her nethers.
>It's amazing, how much that tail of theirs covers up, but now that you're seeing what they were hiding…
>Well, you'd be lying, if you said it wasn't altogether fascinating and arousing.
>Swallowing dry again, you move in, placing your hands on her rear, and gently squeezing.
>Huh, so it was mostly muscle, making up the shape.
>Sunset, on her part, groans a little.
>"C-come on, don't play around!"
>Impatient, isn't she?
>Regardless, you do move a hand to begin a… more thorough examination of her mare parts.
>Just touching the large, outer lips of her opening has her tensing up, a small grunt escaping from her.
>Well, that's encouraging.
>Trying to keep your hands from shaking, you begin rubbing her opening, slowly at first.
>You can't believe how much heat is coming off of her!
>I-imagine what it must feel like…!
>No, stay focused!
>You keep at this for a while, taking Sunset's moans as a sign you're doing well.
>"Ooh… N-not bad…"
>A-all right, let's see if the next step works, here…
>You gently pull her folds apart, exposing the pink, inner flesh to the open air, and allowing you to get a good look at what you're dealing with.
>The first thing that strikes you, is her clitoris.
>Not just it's size, or it's little heart shape, but it's tendency to pop out by itself!
>That's very different, but…
>It's definitely a good kind of different.
>Alright, enough gawking.
>You press a finger against the sizable nub, getting a shudder for your trouble.
>"A-aah! Ohh gosh, that's nice…"
>You almost don't need to rub it, it's frequency of popping out increasing, but you'd rather not play the rules too loosely.
>She begins to pant, her back legs widening, and beginning to shake.
>Time to move on, you think.
"Would you be fine with me… using my fingers?">"Y-you mean, p-putting them… inside"
"Yes. I… didn't know if--">"Do it," she groans, looking back with a far hungrier expression.>You don't waste any time, inserting your pointer finger.>She gasps as it slides in with barely any effort.>But the sheer amount of fluid wasn't the first thing to strike you, about her insides.>The temperature was the first thing, followed by her inner muscles, clamping down and almost milking the digit with a surprising amount of force.>If you weren't fully erect before, you certainly were now!>You add your middle finger into the mix, and begin to slowly pump the pair in and out.>"Haaaah! D-don't you stooooooop!">You don't know if it was pony sensitivity, or simply her being on edge, but she was nearing her climax, already.>When she began pushing her hips against your fingers, you increased the amount of force you used on her, in turn.>"Aah! A-Anon, I…! I'm…!">Timing it carefully, you plunge your fingers into her hard, holding them in place.>That sends her over the edge.>Sunset cries out, her front half flattening out against the bed.>Her marehood clamps hard around your fingers, locking them in place and rippling around them with even more force, trying to draw out whatever it could.>What really surprised you, was that it did that for a little over ten seconds.>But once it finished, her whole body collapsed on top of the bed, while she pants.>You had to admit, you were panting a little, too.>That scent of hers, that cinnamon and honey mixture, becoming a lot stronger, and a lot more feminine, had a fair bit to do with that.>You pull your fingers free, a slight whimper escaping her as you do so.>Wow.>That was…>Exotic.>"Oh, wooooow…">When she turns to look at you, her face holds equal parts bliss and hunger.>"H-hey, Anon?"
"Y-yes?">"M-my turn to ask you for something.">You swallow dry again, as she pulls herself back up, turning to face you.>"You know how I said I'd help you get a little… relief of your own?"
"Wh-what about it?">Several things happen, at once.>First, she plants her hooves on your shoulders, pushing you onto your back.>Then, she moves up along your whole body, her hindlegs straddling your waist.>"How'd you like it…">She all but drops her crotch on top of your own, flattening your member against your belly with her marehood.>You're entirely unsuccessful at holding back your gasp, the incredible, moist heat almost sending you over the edge, right then and there.>And judging from her look, she knew it.>"If we actually did have a little roll in the hay?" she purrs into your ear.
"W-wait, you what?">"You heard me.">Oh God, she's started rubbing herself against you!
"I-- aah! Y-you're sure about-- nngh!">"Anon," she hums, a grin spreading across her face as she looks down at you. "If I wasn't sure about wanting you to rut me, would I do this?">She presses harder against your member, slowly dragging her marehood down your shaft from tip to base, while never once breaking eye contact.
"Gaah…!">"Or this?">She reverses direction, dragging her opening back up to the tip.>You bite back your own moan, trying so hard not to blow.
"S-Sunset…" you groan, almost like a plea.>"Well? What's your answer?">S-she's serious.>She wants to take this all the way.>And so do you.>You're so fortunate that she's just sitting there, letting you recover enough to speak:
"S-Sunset, please, don't make me--">"I'm making you," she chuckles, leaning in and licking your ear. "Say it."
"I…" you stammer,
"I'd l-love to have that… r-roll in the hay, with you.">"Oh, you would?"
"Yes…!">She giggles, pulling her head back, grinning even wider.>Then, she starts raising her hips back up, her marehood and your member maintaining contact as you rise to meet her.>She stops right as the tip begins to prod at her opening.>You try to grab hold of said hips, but a flash of her magic pushes your hands back onto the bed.>"Uh-uh. You just sit back and enjoy yourself.">Leaving you to watch, as she begins to take you inside of her.>She begins slowly, pausing a few times to let you get used to how her insides feel, before she drops down on your member in one fell swoop.>You cry out, once again fighting to keep yourself from finishing too quickly.>The sensation is beyond incredible, and you writhe around on the bed, gritting your teeth and gripping the sheets, as you try to get used to the feeling.>The gentle, sucking motions her muscles were making around you weren't helping in that department.>Sunset, on her part, lets a quiet little sigh out, and mercifully, doesn't move.>"Oh, wow," she starts, "Didn't think you'd last through that, Anon…">Despite getting more and more used to her, all you offer in response is a groan.>A second, louder groan follows, as she picks that moment to start rocking her hips back and forth, as if grinding against you.>"S-so, I'd say all that coaching's worked out pretty well, h-huh?"
"S-Sunset…!">You try again to reach for her hips, only to have your hands pushed away once again.>"Ah-ah-aaaah, what did I say?" she leers down at you, fully aware of what she's doing.
"P-please," you choke out,
"I-I'm--!">"So, so close?">She begins to pull herself off of you, the contrast of the cool air to her insides making your gasp that much louder.>"Heheh, you should see the faces you're making right now…">Right before she pulls off completely, she slides right back down to the base, your toes curling from the sensation.>"Trying so hard to not… fire off early.">She lifts her hips up again.>"Haah… it's really sweet.">When she comes back down, you almost finish right then and there, the tingling waves of pleasure heralding your climax coming, but never quite reaching that critical point, leaving an almost painful build-up for you, instead.>You make another fruitless attempt to grab her, being met with the same results.>"T-though I've gotta say, that one looked pretty painful…"
"I-I can't…!">You've never been this pent up before, never had anyone do this!>"Aww, of course you can! I really want to see how long you can go for!">Words completely fail you, as she starts pulling off of you again.>"I'm sure you won't disappoint.">With that final moan, she hilts you again, almost bringing you to your climax again.>She continues doing this, over and over, keeping you right on the edge, but never letting you go over.>Always adjusting how fast she goes, always watching you to see how close you are.>You, however, can't speak.>You can barely even move.>All you can do is lie there, edged for God knows how long, your moans and occasional whimpers hinting at just how badly you wanted to finish.>It was too much for any man to bear.>Through the chaos of your own nerves, you feel her beginning to speed up, her movements becoming more erratic.>Refocusing on her gets you the sight of her flushed, sweating face, her tongue lolling out and her moans much throatier than before.>She's getting close, you realize.>"Aah… O-oh gosh, you're something else…! Aah…!">In that instant, you notice her horn had stopped glowing.>You hatch a desperate plan, right then and there.>"A-Anon… I-I'm…">She pulls off of you, biting her lip to stifle a moan.>Time seems to slow, as you make your move.>Your hands launch out once she's at her peak, finding purchase on her hips.>By the time she realizes what's happening, it's too late.>You slam her back down on top of you, her cry eclipsed completely by the protracted, guttural yell that just escaped you.>Stars explode across your vision as you finally find your release, each throb of your member setting your nerves alight with agony and ecstasy alike.>The only things you hear, is the audible spurting your climax generates, synchronized with her loud squeals of delight.>You have no idea how long this goes on for, and you're in absolutely no position to care.>But by the time it finally tapers out, you taper out along with it, your vision and hearing becoming a blur.>Something orange and red hovers over you, whispering something, and you think you feel something wet press itself against your cheek.>After that, everything faded to black.…
>>149060>"Woohoo!" Sunset cheers, jumping into the air.
"Did we pass?">"Better than that!" she exclaims, floating the grading paper over to you.>Your eyes bulge at the sight.>A 100% grade.
"Holy shit," you mutter.>Sunset's the first to rear up and hug you, still riding high from the news.>It doesn't take long for you to join her, the two of you dancing around in place for a few moments, cheering.>"Ohhhhmygosh, I am so glad that's bucking over and done with!"
"You're telling me!">The dancing stops, the pair of you grinning at each other with lidded eyes.>"Got any celebration ideas, Anon?"
"I've got some Dominion wine back at my place.">"It's a date."([~~])
One entire month, since posting the last green for this thread. Writer's block and other projects are unforgiving mistresses.
But hey, you're all happier in the end, so what do I care, eh?
It feels like a crime, stipping out all that nice formatting I do for /mlpol/, but alas, Pastebin looks hideous with it still there, so these are the sacrifices we must make. You can nab this green in the inferior format here: https://pastebin.com/V2JnGwUJ
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Woohoo! Story time.
Who's the greatest porn creator, and why is God of Fury?
>>148928>Ask my sister
Wouldn't that get a little awkward?
Only about baking technique. ;^) No need to tell her how I will use it…
wouldn't happen to know who the artist is, would you? DB had nothing.
It's exclusive content from Yakovlev-vad. I'ts unreleased yet.
I just managed to snatch a pic.
That's the greatest model I've ever seen, where did you get it?
I applaud this artist, and I hope he makes moar.
I Messaged him asking if he accepts dollars,
He told me he is working on a stallion model and that he is going to release more stuff soon.
I am excited.
is the good stuff.
Why does that horse have a dragon cock?
Talking about pic 5? He's a hippogriff, the old kind the fandom imagined before the movie decided what hippogriffs looked like.
Depends on if I'll be subjected to her raging temper at some point after.
I think you'll be fine so long as you GTFO as soon as she's finished with you.
I mean, no offense, but…fuckin' what?