- >Early morning.
- >You've been dreaming about countless fillies.
- >Some performing sex acts on you and some lying back as they received you.
- >Small hooves caress your body and warm tongues drag over your erogenous zones.
- >Pants, squeaks, and moans fill your ears, accompanied by hot, shivering whispers of your name.
- >It's possibly the single most vivid dream you've had.
- >You wake up after the imaginary orgy and blink a few times to register reality.
- >Everything still feels amazing.
- >You look down and see the covers slowly rise and fall.
- >You lift them up to take a peek.
- >Scootaloo again.
- >Perhaps the Stockholm Syndrome didn't take long to settle in for ponies.
- >Or perhaps she felt like she owed you something.
- >All you knew was that the sight of her eagerly trying to deepthroat you and settling on nursing the tip
- was equally adorable and erotic so you were willing to allow it.
- >You play with her for a little while and teach her a few positions that any normal pony would never
- experience and then give her orange coat a whitewash before heading off to get ready.
- >But ready for what?
- >While making out with your filly friend in the bath, you begin to wonder what your life has become.
- >Sure, it was bizarre enough that you were here, but you had gotten over that ages ago.
- >You were fairly useful to the ponies in town, so having plenty of bits was not an issue.
- >Especially given your latest employer, Diamond Tiara.
- >Your mind starts to wander and you think of the things she was taunting you with as you stuffed Babs'
- ass the last time she had you “on the job”.
- >What she said after, too.
- >What could she possibly want to give to you?
- >You easily conjure up the image of her presenting herself.
- >Or the time when she was cleaning you with her mouth.
- >Loud moaning is coming out of her that doesn't sound anything like her.
- >You open your tightly shut eyes and look down, seeing that you have two of your fingers working in and
- out of Scootaloo and that her eyes are rolling back.
- >A thought comes to you that then leaves you wondering how much the little pegasus likes you and
- what she would do for you.
- >You start to think about putting her in your position and you in Diamond Tiara's position.
- >You could bring stallions back to your place with the promise of all the debauchery they could manage.
- >After all, most of the stallions in town were major bros and would bring over alcohol and you would
- bitch about mares or work or really just about anything.
- >Only this time, you'd be able to provide them a perfectly obedient little filly who would be more than
- happy to drain their balls.
- >You begin to swoon and feel numb thinking about it, wondering if maybe there was something wrong
- with you.
- >Scootaloo being led around the house by a leash to get pounded by some stallion she didn't even know.
- >And with a deal like that, who would be willing to spill the beans that some alien was running a filly
- exploitation ring out of his house?
- >You could feel yourself twitch and realized you were erect and throbbing, with Scootaloo grinding her
- little butt against you and an expecting look on her face.
- >Guess it'll have to be two baths today.
- >...
- >Scoots is out of the house now and you decide to do the same.
- >Things feel different outside of the insanity of your house.
- >You realize it's been a few days now.
- >The events that took place in your house and the reasons you've had to practically stay locked up
- plague you as you enter the square.
- >It feels like every pony is casting accusing stares your way.
- >None of them know a thing, of course.
- >They do seem to notice your shaking, though.
- >"Feeling all right, sugar cube?" Applejack is running her cart.
- >You nod and try to keep moving past the mare whose cousin you willingly violated.
- "Fine."
- >Before she can say another word or any other mares can get your attention, you duck into an alley and
- press yourself against a wall.
- >Why is this so difficult?
- >No one knows the things you've been up to and none of the fillies will ever tell.
- >Or will they?
- >You have to assume Diamond Tiara did something to keep them quiet.
- >This is all half Diamond’s fault, after all.
- >You press your hands into your face and groan.
- >You take a few moments to breathe and get yourself settled down.
- >When you look up, you notice a poster you hadn't seen when you entered the alley.
- >The Great and Powerful Trixie was touring again.
- >You didn't know anything about this Trixie, but the poster made it seem like she was a traveling
- magician.
- >Wouldn't a magician in a land of talking ponies and unicorns be extremely redundant?
- >Perhaps she was just REALLY good.
- >You decided to pay Twilight Sparkle a visit since she seemed to be a fucking nerd about spells and
- magic.
- >"Trixie? She's a whole lot of trouble, but she's harmless." Twilight was mid-shelving as you entered the
- library and asked about the blue pony.
- "Yeah, but is she any good at what she does?"
- >"I... well, she does a lot of parlor tricks that aren't really useful for anything."
- "Like an illusionist, then? I thought all unicorns could do some magic."
- >"Well, she certainly CAN do magic! It's just silly things like making fireworks or flowers appear.
- Manipulation of objects, a little bit of weather control, but since you mention it..." Twilight giggles as she
- recounts the time she actually performed some smoke and mirrors type illusions against Trixie.
- "So you're a better unicorn and performer than she is?"
- >Twilight blushes. "I was just doing what I needed to do to save the town."
- "You don't give yourself enough credit, Ms. Sparkle."
- >You help her put the book up that she left floating in mid-air as she bites her lip, staring at you.
- >"Twilight's fine, you know?"
- "Well, Twilight, will I at least be entertained by this mare?"
- >She shifts uncomfortably and hums, "I think you will, since magic doesn't exist where you're from. And
- you'll probably get a spot up front based on her history with this town. Why? Were you planning on
- going...?"
- >Just enough longing in her voice to inspire you to move in.
- "Not any time soon. Besides, I've been feeling like getting something to curl up with. Perhaps you could
- recommend a good softback?"
- >She gasps as you run a finger down her spine.
- >Other inevitable book puns.
- >...
- >The librarian mare was quite the freak.
- >You rub your sore hand as you leave the big tree, stinking of sweat and marepussy.
- >You're quite agitated because she finished before you even got to stick it in, but at least treating her
- like a schoolfilly and smacking her ass for a good hour gave you more ideas for your actual schoolfilly at
- home.
- >You still have a good half hour before the magic show, so you wash up first and then go over to a small
- cafe for some juice.
- >Near the cafe, a filly scout sells cookies.
- >She looks over at you as you approach.
- >Being the sexual deviant that you are, you give her a genuine smile and wave.
- >Her eyes light up with curiosity as you approach and sit at one of the patio tables.
- >She seems to be holding back approaching you.
- >You make an order with the mare running the cafe:
- "Lemonade for me and how about you get something for the cute little filly scout over there? It's pretty
- hot out."
- >She looks around timidly and then mumbles something to the shop owner.
- >In a few moments, you're sipping on lemonade and it appears as if she got some carrot juice.
- >She finally shuffles over to you after some time.
- >Jackpot.
- >"Thanks for the juice, mister...?"
- "Anonymous. Ponies call me Anon."
- >You give her another charming grin.
- >"I'm Tagalong. And yes, thank you Anon!"
- "Of course! You look like you've been out there all day."
- >"I have to sell cookies today, that's why."
- "Been selling a lot?"
- >"No... it's been a slow day."
- "Maybe I can help you out."
- >She lights up, "Really?"
- >You buy several boxes of the pony equivalent of your favorite flavors from home and chat with her for a
- little while longer.
- "It was a pleasure speaking with you Tagalong, but I'm off to see a magic show now."
- >"Thanks again, Mr. Anon!"
- >As you turn towards the direction of your house, you see your favorite pink and gray fillies.
- >"Anonymous! Just the only human in Equestria I've been looking for! Who's your friend?"
- >She leans to the side and looks at Tagalong, staring daggers.
- >Tagalong shrinks away back to her cart.
- "Just a filly scout I was helping out."
- >You hold up the boxes of cookies.
- >Diamond Tiara turns up her nose and scoffs.
- >"I get much better quality cookies at my house, thank you very much!" Diamond walks over to
- Tagalong now, and speaks to her in whispers as she waves you off.
- >"I'll see you later, Anonymous! I'm going to work out a deal with our filly friend here." She winks at you
- seductively and then looks back to the scout.
- >What a gal.
- >You hurry over to drop off your sweets and make it to the Great and Powerful Trixie's cart just in time.
- >Not too many other ponies around, and the ones there seemed to have nothing better to do.
- >You feel sort of bad for the mare.
- >The G&PT starts her show right on time, providing flashy lights and fireworks and things just like you
- were described.
- >It fascinates you some, but you are ready to see some real magic.
- >Trixie sets her eyes on you in between her acts.
- >Seems reasonable, since you’re a giant amongst ponies.
- >She really kicks things into overdrive after getting beyond the amatuer tricks.
- >Flashier lights, way more illusions, tricks with her hat.
- >You’re enraptured, but other ponies just yawn and look around like they have places to be.
- >"The Great and Powerful Trixie would now like to ask for assistance from the audience!"
- >She’s looking straight at you, but you still do the incredulous act of looking around and verifying she’s
- looking just for you.
- >She nods confidently and you approach, as if in a trance.
- >Before you are aware of what you’re doing, you’re lying on your back in a box.
- >"Watch in AWE as the Great and Powerful Trixie saws this hairless minotaur in half!"
- "Huma-"
- >The box is whirled quickly and you're cut off from correcting the magician.
- >You only know the basics behind this trick.
- >The problem is that the box was far too small for you and you aren’t sure how you are supposed to
- move your body to avoid getting cut.
- >Also, your bottom half sticks out so your feet nearly touch the floor.
- >The box is turned away so that the audience is behind you.
- >"As you can see, the creature is enclosed inside. No strings or trapdoors!"
- >Gulping, you look over to Trixie and through gritted teeth you ask just how safe this is.
- >She cackles as a magical sawblade appears over her head, whirring up to dangerous speeds right away.
- >She gets a mad look in her eyes and lowers the blade to the box.
- >You wince and prepare for the worst when suddenly the sound stops.
- >You look around and see that the box is in half and your lower torso is next to your head.
- "Uhh."
- >You kick your feet out and the audience oohs and ahhs.
- >Sighing, you guess she used portals or something because there's no pain.
- >Trixie slides the boxes apart to the ends of the stage and walks between them.
- >"Even though Trixie is great and powerful, boys always seem break up with her!"
- >You chuckle, but the audience groans.
- >She lowers her hat and then raises her hooves and two curtains appear in front of the halves of the box.
- >Giving a wink to the audience, she bows and a flash of light and a pillar of smoke cue her
- disappearance.
- >You can't see where she went off to, but you suddenly feel weight on your knees.
- >Trixie must be doing something for the show while she is hidden that you can't quite make out.
- >Okay, those hooves are definitely going up your thigh.
- >Now they're definitely pressing against your crotch and passing up and the down your bulge in slow,
- sensual strokes.
- >You gulp.
- >You didn't know it would turn into THIS kind of act.
- >In public, even.
- >Guess a mare has to earn bits somehow.
- >You notice the flashing lights again, now.
- >Trixie has put on a light show of sorts to distract the audience while she torments you.
- >You can feel her warm breath and soft snout push against you as she explores your southern region.
- >She must be struggling with the concept of pants, because you can feel her biting at your waistline to
- pull them off.
- >Giving an agitated growl, she gives up because her magic is wavering and the light show is nearing
- completion.
- >To the pony viewer, it appears as if a sudden blue flash goes off to envelop the stage and then slowly
- subside down to a single point of light in the center.
- >The point moves up and draws an outline of the mare giving her triumphant rearing, and with a final
- plume of smoke she appears in its place.
- >The audience seems genuinely impressed, and you can hear the hooves stomping this time.
- >Suddenly, you feel your halves moving in synchronization out of the box and joining together as if
- you're being teleported.
- >Rejoining at the back of the audience just in time for her to point at you and cast a spotlight in your
- direction as she honors her assistant, you wave to the ponies after realizing she went for that route of the
- "illusion".
- >What she was doing was somewhat advanced, after all.
- >To create the fireworks, lights in the sky, and to teleport an entirely different being was a lot to
- manipulate back to back.
- >Especially after making them appear to be severed at the waist.
- >You watch a few ponies part with bits for her and she bowed graciously.
- >This new Trixie was confident in the best ways.
- >"Yes, Ponyvillians! The Great and Powerful Trixie thanks you for your contributions. And remember, no
- amount of bits is too small!"
- >Of course, you've been known to speak too soon before.
- >The showmare starts to devolve into her old ways as glittering bits are passed her way and she lets out
- a wicked laughter that seems rich with madness.
- >It was scaring some of the ponies away, while others don't seem too surprised.
- >Continuing to stand in the back and gaze at her, you catch Trixie's eye as she looks over at you.
- >Most of the ponies are dispersing and she raises a single eyebrow at you, smirking and raising her nose.
- >Advancing on the stage, she narrows her eyes at you while holding a devious look.
- >"Ah yes, Trixie's willing assistant. Perhaps you came back to try out for another... trick?"
- >Once the rest of the ponies are gone and her stage is collapsed again, she invites you inside her cart to
- talk about herself.
- >In fact, that's all she really likes to do.
- >She talks about herself as you finish a cup of strange herbal tea.
- >She talks about herself as you lie down on her bed and she strips you naked.
- >She talks about herself as she grinds against your mouth while you service her.
- >She even talks about herself as your tongue slides up to her protuding pucker, her eyes going cross and
- her speech faltering and stuttering.
- >You let her ride your face until she lets loose her mare juices down your chin and she squeals with
- delight.
- >Her act isn't finished there, though.
- >For her next trick, she decides to make your cock disappear into her tight blue marehood.
- >This goes on for some time until you leave her an incoherent mess.
- >You're going home sore tonight.
- >Mares were definitely a lot more to handle than fillies, but you enjoyed the new pace at least.
- >Trixie was full of herself, and she reminded you of Diamond Tiara in a way that made putting her in
- every position that you did that much more enjoyable.
- >As you reflect on this, you don't notice that a light is on upstairs at your house.
- >Stepping inside, you first notice the smell of baked goods.
- >Did the pink one stop by?
- >You check your kitchen and see several discarded filly scout cookie boxes.
- >Humming, you walk to your bedroom to see what sights await you.
- >Diamond Tiara: check. Silver Spoon: check. Filly scout bound and gagged on your bed surrounded by
- cookies: check.
- >Nothing surprises you anymore, at least.
- >"Hey there, Anonymous~."
- >Sing-song voice is good, you hope.
- >"When I saw how much you liked cookies, I decided to pick up some dessert for you tonight. I hope
- you're hungry!"
- >Your stomach was rumbling after finally leaving Trixie's cart.
- >You look to your bed and see that Tagalong is struggling against the ropes and her eyes are filled with
- tears.
- >Cookies are lying on her and next to her on the bed and getting crumbs all over your sheets.
- >God damnit, Diamond Tiara.
- >While disrobing, you wonder if Scootaloo is going to be back any time soon.
- "So I'm just having dessert off of a filly scout tonight? Nothing special you had planned?"
- >Diamond Tiara rolls her eyes, "How about I leave it to you tonight? Just know that I don't want to be
- disappointed."
- >The last piece of clothing hits your floor and you give her a salute as you walk to your bed in its
- outrageously crummy state.
- >You shake your head as you set one knee on it and set all the cookies on Tagalong, swiping the crumbs
- away off your bed so you don't have an itchy experience.
- >Giving her a soft expression, you massage her from her fetlocks and up.
- >She heaves and snivels at your touch.
- >Probably shaken and unsure of your motives.
- "It's going to be okay, Tagalong. If you listen to me, it'll be over quicker. Can you be a good filly for me?"
- >You smile as she nods slowly for you after a moment.
- >Leaning down to her tummy, you take a cookie into your mouth and begin to eat it.
- >So many flavors to choose from, you're not sure where to start.
- >Tagalong is whimpering now.
- >It appears your thumb is teasing the lips of her fillycunt.
- >Curiously, you duck your head down further and give her an experimental lick.
- >Caramel Delights. No fucking way.
- >Obviously, when a filly tastes like your favorite cookie you can't deny yourself the pleasure.
- >Taglong breathes heavily as you work at her nethers, squirming against your tongue.
- >She stifles a moan as you bring up a finger and push it against her entrance.
- >As the tip of your finger enters her, she breathes out a heavy sigh and groans.
- >While you push in further, she lifts up off the bed and drives herself against your mouth even more.
- >You slurp and suck on her, lapping like a dog to extract more of the sweetness.
- >Her eyes roll back as you get to the last knuckle and curl it inside, pumping it in and out.
- >Tossing her head from side to side as you torture her, cookies fall from her again and land at her sides.
- >You take this opportunity to look back at Diamond Tiara, who is watching with mild interest.
- >Then you look to Silver Spoon, who is sitting near her obediently and waiting.
- "Hey Silver Spoon, help me out for a second."
- >Silver looks up to Diamond and receives a nod from her friend.
- >Silver clops over and gets up on the bed, "What is it?"
- >You use your free hand to put under her and play with her at the same time.
- >She doesn't resist and even puts her front hooves up on you to balance herself.
- >In no time, you have the two fillies soaked.
- >Nodding at your work, you instruct Silver Spoon to lay on top of Tagalong.
- >You pull Tagalong's gag free and ask her if she's doing okay.
- >"I'm okay, but I feel really funny now. What are you doing to me?"
- >Instead of answering, you grab two cookies and press them to Silver and Tagalong's wetness.
- >You almost decide to shove them into the fillies, but your growling stomach is still begging for more
- sustenance.
- >You eat the soaked cookies one after the other and sample the mixture of flavors.
- "Much better!"
- >Preparing two more "filly scout and filly bitch" treats, you allow the two to try their flavors.
- >They seem reluctant, but shoving the cookies into their mouth seems to work quickly.
- "Well?"
- >"Tastes weird, Anon."
- "Maybe we can try a different flavor, then. Care to help me again, Silver Spoon?"
- >You present yourself to her and she grins, taking your cock into her mouth.
- >Even though you spent a few hours with Trixie, Silver easily gets you to full size quickly.
- >She seems just as starved for your cock as the first time she went down on you.
- >You put your hand on the back of her head and quickly get to the point where you're pummeling her
- mouth.
- >Tagalong is watching with awe, "What's she doing, Anon? Can I try?"
- >Silver Spoon lets out a greedy 'mm-mm', denying her immediately.
- "Aren't you a naughty filly, miss Spoon?"
- >You spank her flank and she groans, but continues to suck on you almost expertly.
- >You're already tensing up as you think about what you're going to do.
- >Grabbing more cookies as you get blown, you set them between the fillies in preparation.
- "I'm going to add something special, Tagalong. I hope you like it," you grunt out, nearing climax.
- >Silver Spoon moans as you pop your dick out of her mouth and point it to the cookies, stroking yourself
- until you cum on them one after the other.
- >You coat four of them with a generous amount and then shove yourself back into Silver's mouth so she
- can finish you off.
- >While you cool down, you pick one up and chuckle.
- "Say 'ahh', Tagalong."
- >She obeys and you feed her the semen-drizzled confection.
- >As she chews, her eyes light up and she lets out a delighted 'mmm!'.
- >"Another!"
- >You stuff another one in her mouth as Silver finishes polishing your knob and licking up your excess
- seed.
- >Grabbing some dry cookies, you feed yourself again and notice Diamond Tiara coming your way.
- "Hungry, miss Tiara?"
- >"Just give me one of your dirty cookies already."
- >Raising a brow, you grab one of the cum-laden cookies and hold it out in front of her.
- >She hesitates.
- "This one?"
- >She gives you a cold stare and then leans in to accept it.
- >You grin as she chews, smiling wider as you realize that she, too, is enjoying the flavor of your jizz
- mixed with chocolate and biscuit.
- >Diamond Tiara also licks your fingers, as some of your mess got on them.
- >"I want more, Anonymous. Put your dirty thing in her, but save the... that milk for me."
- "Anything for a princess."
- >Turning back, you notice Silver Spoon has eaten the last of the dessert and is licking her chops.
- >Patting her on the head and sending her off, you move yourself back down between Tagalong's spread
- legs.
- >"Wh-what are we gonna do now, Anon?"
- "Something that big ponies do, Tagalong. You're going to be a brave filly scout, right?"
- >She nods at you, not showing any concern.
- >Still wet, you ease your erection against her cookie-flavored fillyhood and stuff yourself in bit by bit.
- >She gasps, and then makes pained moans that escalate as you get deeper in her.
- >By the time you've squeezed into her, she's straining and gritting her teeth.
- >Way tighter than the last three fillies you were with, if it could be possible.
- >You hunch over and hold yourself up on one forearm, petting her to soothe her.
- >She's trying her best to stay composed, nearly hyperventilating as you stretch her out.
- >You get into a slow rhythm with her, treating this like a slow but wet and really tight-gripped handjob.
- >She bucks against you as you stroke her depths with your meat.
- >At least she's trying to enjoy it.
- >Eventually, she's putting her hooves on your chest and getting into this weird filly/human lovemaking
- ritual.
- >You want to flip her over and fuck her doggystyle because as long as you're not going balls deep in her,
- you might as well have a reason.
- >Reaching to her ropes, you slip them down until they free her from her position on the bed.
- "Get up and bend over in front of me, Tagalong."
- >She nods to you and flops over to her side, rolling until her flank is in front of you.
- >Grabbing the sides of her flank, you lift her rear up high and line yourself up for penetration again.
- >Tagalong lets out a long, steady groan as you mount her from behind.
- >Her tiny body rocks forward and you grab her braid to keep her in place, sliding her down onto your
- cock once more.
- >You lean over her bent form and wrap your arms around her to use her little body as your fucktoy.
- >She pants at the rough treatment and makes little whines each time you bottom out in her.
- >Suddenly, you feel something warm around your balls.
- >Silver Spoon has come back and she's gargling your marbles.
- >How considerate.
- >The panting in your ears and the stimulation downstairs has your head swimming.
- "Hey, Diamond Tiara. Ready for some more?"
- >She climbs up on your side and starts nibbling on your ear, then finally whispers to you in a completely
- lusty voice, "Give it to me, Anon."
- >You shove Tagalong off of you so she can collapse and crawl to Diamond Tiara, beating yourself off
- furiously as you point at her open mouth.
- >Diamond is playing with herself as well, and Silver Spoon crawls to you both so she can go down on her
- friend.
- >"Ahh~..." Diamond Tiara opens wide.
- >You nearly bite into your tongue you're so ready to explode in her mouth.
- >Finally, you pop.
- >Everything gets warm and fuzzy, and you're shooting a thick load into the little filly's mouth.
- >What follows is her moaning in near ecstasy as she gulps down your cum loudly.
- >She takes your spurting erection into her mouth eagerly and you almost pass out from the thrill of it all.
- >Then she actually does climax from Silver Spoon's mouth.
- >This results in her gurgling out some of your precious seed.
- >Exhausted, you fall back and lie next to Tagalong.
- >She flinches as you rub her and then get behind her to cuddle with her.
- >Meanwhile, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are feverishly making out so they can swap your sperm.
- >After they've gulped down what you had to offer, they decide to cuddle for a bit as well.
- >Now you and three fillies are rubbing against each other in post-coital bliss on your bed.
- >You actually aren't sure if Tagalong enjoyed any of this, but as with Babs Seed you were merely trying
- to get it over with and get your pleasure out of it.
- >Speaking of Tagalong, she smells really good.
- >The mixture of cookies, filly, and sex give you a warm feeling and you hug the pony tighter.
- >That's when you hear the front door.
- >"Anonymous! You'll ever guess what happened today! I-" Scootaloo stops at your door to soak in the
- scene before her.
- >"Well hey, Scootaloo!" Diamond Tiara speaks first and she and Silver Spoon begin to get up.
- >"We were just leaving with our new friend."
- >You watch as they help Tagalong up and start to get ready to leave.
- >"Anonymous, I left you something over there on the chair. Next time I'll have to give you extra for such
- yummy treats!"
- >Diamond Tiara scrunches her nose up at you and makes a cute squeal as she ends her sentence.
- >As your body catches up with you, you wonder how much longer you can keep up with this pink
- menace.
- >They leave with the filly scout in tow, trying to put on her sash and hat while they do so.
- >Scootaloo clears her throat as the initial shock wears off.
- >She calmly walks up to the bed and hops up, eyeing all the crumbs and then looking to you for
- answers.
- "I guess I found out another way that the cookie crumbles."
- >She sighs and crawls next to you, taking her rightful place as your little spoon.
- >You ruffle her hair and then breathe in her scent.
- "So you were telling me about your day?"
- >So she does.
- >The two of you stay up and talk for a while until you're both too delirious to stay up.
- >You kiss Scootaloo on the head and then finally reach sleep.
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