Ipwnlock's 4chan writefagging

by ipwnlocks

Chapters

• Sweetie vs Rarity
• racist sex
• luna's cock slave
• Mrs. Cake is awesome
• milking big mac
• DCU deathstroke story becuase FIM is fucking gay and their system is so broken i can put a DC comics fic in with ponies
• spooky scary skeletons
• Jinora fights with a Vine
• Shyvanna
• Peridot Rubdown
• Greg's Late Night
• The reason I'm called daterape
• Sadie and Her Rabbit
• Sadie and Amy
• Connie likes tentacle monsters
• Greg and Amy talk about Trash
• Big Sister Jasper

Sweetie vs Rarity

    You are walking walking to Rarity's shop because she wanted to fit you for a new suit. As you stroll along, you see Sweetie Belle looking sad, sitting on the side of the road.

    "What's wrong, Sweetie?" You ask. She looks up, her eyes red as if shes been crying.

    "Rarity and I got into a fight..." She responds.

You think maybe buying her ice cream would cheer her up, Rarity can wait.

    “I'm sorry to hear that...tell you what, how about we go to Sugar Cube corner and I'll buy you an ice cream cone?" You offer. Her eyes light up a bit.

    "Really?" She sniffs.

    “Really." She gets a small smile and stands up at your words. You walk to Sugar Cube Corner and find Pinkie inside baking some cakes.

    "Hey Pinkie, two ice cream cones, please." You announce.

    "Okie dokie, what flavor?" Pinkie beams.

    "Mango for me." You say instantly. You turn to Sweetie Belle who is up on her hind hooves, peering over the counter looking at the big menu hanging over the pink mare's head.

    "What do you want, Sweetie Belle?" You ask.

    "Mmmm... Marshmallow!" She says, pointing at the board with her little hoof.

    "One mango, One marshmallow coming up!" Pinkie smiles, turning around to go to the back where all the ice cream is held. She comes back quickly holding two cones in each hoof, awkwardly walking on her back legs. You take the cones from her, give Sweetie hers and reach for your wallet. Pinkie scoffs at you.

    "No need for that, this one is on the house... Or would it be in the house? Or this is a bakery, so in the bakery? but, I live here so its a house too... hmmm..." Pinkie rambles.

    You give Pinkie an uneasy smile, nodding at her nonsense before turning to the little filly who is happily licking at her cone.

    You decide a good choice of conversation would be asking if she would like to talk about what happened?

    "Anon, do you have experience with big sisters?" Sweetie asks you.

    “Uh, actually...” You begin to say before Sweetie cuts you off.

    "Can you talk to her for me?"

    “Uhh... sure.” You say after being unable to think of a reason to deny her. You ruffle her mane, and she giggles.

    "Thanks for making me feel better." She hugs your leg.

    The next step is to go to Rarity and ask her side of the story. Then stand by Sweetie's side regardless of what it is.

    After a short walk to the boutique, you ring the bell and Rarity comes trotting down the stairs, looking slightly flustered.

    "Anon! There you are darling!" She calls to you. "I was expecting you here an hour ago for your fitting!" She notices Sweetie Belle beside your leg, looking at the floor.

    "Oh dear... What did she do now?” Rarity rolls her eyes.

    "Sweetie Belle is upset about something you did." You say flatly.

    "Oh... yes, that." Rarity tongues the words.

    "Can I come in and we can settle this?" You ask.

    “I suppose." She replies, stepping aside and letting you pass. As you walk in, Sweetie follows and you watch over your shoulder as Rarity gives Sweetie Belle a look, like daggers padded by regret.

    You sit down in her little chair that you are far too big for and not near the right shape.

    Sweetie Belle climbs up and sits next to you, closer than needed, clinging for security.

    "So, what happened?" You sight now that you have all sat down.

    "Oh, it was just dreadful!" Rarity announced, looking straight at you, having completely ignored her sister that sat beside you since she entered the building."I was working on a stunning outfit for a client, and it was almost done but I needed just a bit for fabric. I went to the wardrobe where I kept my stash to find to roll I needed gone."

    This was the first time Rarity had even acknowledged Sweetie Belle in her rambling. "That one!" She proclaimed with a hoof. "Had decided to do some 'spring cleaning' and ended throwing out my good role of black cotton embroidered with golden thread."

    "I thought it was an old rug!" Sweetie cried out in her defense. " You had it just thrown out on the floor. I was only trying to help!" Her little voiced strained against the tears welling up in her eyes.

    You remember a carnival being set up at the edge of Ponyville, you think It might help calm these two down.

    "Alright," You break in. "It's getting a little tense in here... why don't we all get up and out of here to stretch our legs and cool off a little bit?"

    Rarity eyes you, doubtfully. "What exactly did you have in mind, darling?"

    "Well.... there was a carnival being set up on the outskirts of town, Twilight and myself were going to go check it out tonight, but she will understand if I go a little bit ahead of her."

    Sweetie Belle's ears perk up a bit, obviously interested.

    "A carnival? Really?" Sweetie asks.

    Rarity scoffs, holding her nose high in the air.

    "Of course you wouldn't want to go, you never want to do anything fun." Sweetie Belle mumbles just loud enough for you to hear.

    "What was that?!" Rarity half yells, snapping her attention to her sister.

    Sweetie flattens her ears back and shrinks into the cushion, averting Rarity's gaze.

    "Nothing." She whispers.

    You decide to insist on the carnival. You furrow your brow, Sweetie's mistreatment just doesn't sit right with you.

    "Would you like to go with me, Sweetie Belle?" You ask, while glaring at her sister.

    Sweetie looks up at you, timid, then she looks over at her sister then back to you. She nods weakly.

    "Then let's go." You announce as you hold a hand out to her. She puts her hoof in your hand and lets you help her stand up.

    "Wait!" Rarity stands up as you two head for the door.

    You turn around to face the White mare who is now looking at you and her sister standing together about to leave her house.

    "I... well..." She stammers, biting her bottom lip. "C-can I go?"

    It's obvious she wants to reconcile. You sigh.

    "Fine." You jerk your head to the right, motioning her to follow you. She glows slightly at your acceptance.

    "Oh, but what to wear to.... such a place." She almost grimaces. You hear Sweetie sigh beside you. Rarity turns to a wardrobe she keeps in the main room of the building and opens it, revealing several extravagant hats.

    You kneel down to Sweetie Belle's level.

    "What's wrong?" You ask, looking into her down trodden eyes.

    "Well..." She mutters, looking down at the ground before pawing at the floor a bit. She looks at Rarity who is still rambling to herself about hats.

She motions for you to lean in close. So you offer her your ear.

    "Rarity is always the center of attention... I just wanted you and me to go without her being swarmed by every colt in town and making me sit and wait on her.." She whispers into your ear.

    You know that if Rarity goes, especially wearing one of those hats she will attract everyone's attention, but she really seems to want to try to make up.

    You can't just un-invite Rarity, but you need to make Wweetie feel better. You consider giving her a hat of her own.

    "Hmm" you ponder, rubbing your chin. "What if... we give you a nice, big hat too?" You ask the little filly. Her eyes Instantly light up.

    "Oh, you mean it, Anon?" Then her eyes narrow, unsure about something. "But... rarity never lets me wear her things..."

    You grin at her. "We will see about that!" You stand, looking over at Rarity who is now putting on a bright red sun hat.

    "Hey, Rarity." you call.

    "Hmmm?" She hums, looking over her shoulder.

    "Can you get one for Sweetie Belle too, the sun is a little intense today... and we can't have a lady out in that kind of sun." you play off her vain beliefs.

    Rarity shifts uncomfortably.

    "Yes... That's true, but..." She bites her lip again.

    "Oh, alright." she caves when she can't come up with an excuse to say 'no' to her sister.

    She gives Sweetie a green hat with lace and feathers on the bill. Sweetie smiles brightly as she places the garment on her head,

    "Everybody ready to go?" You ask. The both nod in agreement.

    You walk to the other side of town, to the outskirts where the carnival has set up. You enter the area surrounded by tents. The heat is starting to get to you in your three-piece suit. You are sweating, and could definitely go for a drink.

    Rarity, being ever dainty is right there with you, wanting to rest after the very minimal amount of activity she had done.

    Sweetie, on the other hand is full of life, constantly swiveling her head to take in all the sights.

    She wanted to skip the break and go straight to the ferris wheel to see all of Ponyville from up high 'like a peagasus pony' as she said.

    You decide to tell Rarity to sit on a bench, let her take the break while you go with Sweetie bell.

    "Well, Rarity... Me and Sweetie can go on ahead to the ferris wheel and meet you back here if you want..." You suggest.

    "Oh..." She sighs, unsure how to answer. She sees the drink vendor and is immediately drawn to it.

    "Alright" She finally answers, walking to the shaded rest area "You two have fun, meet me here when you are done.

    You and Sweetie head towards the Ferris wheel despite our thirst. You go up to the worker and buy two tickets. The line is fairly short and after a quick wait you jump into the cart with the excited filly.

    The thought occurs to you to Ask if she is hungry.

    Sweetie barely sits still in her seat on the Ferris wheel. Her head keeps turning back and forth, getting a bird's eye view of the surrounding area.

    "Wow Anon!" She exclaims taking in the landscape.

    "You like it?" You ask an obvious question.

    "This is incredible!" Her voice squeaks.

    "Good, so are you hungry?" You ask quickly.

    The little filly looked surprised by the question. She put her hooves to her tummy.

    "I guess, a little..."

    "Wanna get something to eat when we go meet Rarity?" You suggest.

    "That sounds good!" Sweetie smiles.

    You think it might be a good idea to offer Sweetie to stay at 'your' house for a night or two.

    "Sweetie..." You say, very serious.

    "What is it, Anon?" She asks, with a raised eyebrow.

    "Are you angry with your sister?"

She looks at the cart floor. "Maybe a little...."

    "If you are still mad at your sister. You can stay at my place for a couple days and cool off." you say.

    "Wow.... really?" She asks.

    "Mhhm, I've been living with the Apples, I'm sure you and Apple Bloom could shack up together for a couple nights if you want a break from Rarity."

    "Thanks anon! It would be like a big, long sleepover!"

    The ride ends and you retrace your steps back to where Rarity is waiting, sipping a drink and shooing off colts.

    The sisters greet each other briefly, slightly warmer than their tones were back at Rarity's shop.

You tell Rarity that Sweetie is a bit hungry and you are going to buy her something, you offer her something as well but she passes. You and Sweetie walk up the vendor and Sweetie orders a hay sandwich. You order a cup of juice and pay the pony running the stand, and return to the table Rarity was holding.

    "You missed out, Rarity. Ferris wheel was awesome - we saw my home. By the way, can Sweetie Bell sleepover at my place?"

    "Hmm? Sleep over? At your house?" Rarity looks blankly at you, simply repeating your words as her brain contemplates them. She frowns and her brow furrows as she thinks about it.

    "I... don't know, Anon... I mean, Sweetie has never slept over with anyone but her little friends before. And... Well..." She trails off.

    "Sweetie?" You call, looking over your shoulder at the filly standing a pace behind your leg.

    "Yea?" She answers, looking up at you with her big, adorable eyes.

    "Do you wanna sleep over at Sweet Apple Acres with me and the Apples for a day or two?"

    "Yeah!" She cheers, getting an excited bounce in her step. Sweetie then looks at her sister, and her disapproving glare. She shrinks back and her smile fades.

    "Um, is that okay, Rarity?" She squeaks out.

    Rarity rolls her eyes and huffs. "Oh, I suppose if the Apples will be there, nothing bad will happen."

Sweetie Belle jumps up and rushes over to nuzzle her sister in thanks.

    "Haha, you're welcome, Sweetie Belle." She softly laughs as the filly rubs against her.

    The evening is still fairly young, you can take in some more carnival before having to head home.

    "Well, lets go explore the carnival some more. After that we can go back to the boutique and pack your things, Sweetie. Then we can go to the farm together." You plan out the next few points of action, dictating them to the two ponies in front of you.

    "That sounds good, Anon!" Sweetie chirps, a sweet smile on her face.

    "Indeed, that sounds fine." Rarity agrees.

    "Great!" You smile. "Now, what do you wanna do next?"

    "Ooo... ahhh...." Sweetie coos. "I saw a bunch of games over there!" She points a hoof through the food vendor's tent to the section of the carnival beyond.

    "Sounds good to me." You look at Rarity for confirmation and she nods in acceptance. The three of you walk to the tents that have hollering carnies trying to entice the passing ponies to play their games. Sweetie is darting back and forth, looking at the game. Finally she stops for a prolonged amount of time in front of a particular game.

    "What's up, Sweetie?" You ask before following her eyes up to a giant stuffed bunny

    "You want that?" You ask her. She looks at you and nods furiously with a big grin on her face. The game is to knock down three bottles with a throw from a ball.

    "Wanna play?" You ask, preemptively reaching for the bits in your pocket to pay for her.

She nods and you pay the pony whole gives Sweetie one ball. Sweetie focuses her magic, eyes shut and sticks her tongue out.

The ball floats up and weakly flies over to the bottles eliciting a grunt from the young filly. The balls clink against he bottles, the lower right sways an the top one falls. However, the bottom two stay standing.

    "Tough luck." The carnie says, with an amused half-grin after watching Sweetie's failure. Sweetie looks severely disappointed with herself for not succeeding. She sighs and begins to turn away from the stand.

    You already know you need to win her the bunny.

    "Wait, Sweetie." You call. She stops and turns around to look at you, her eyes questioning.

You put down the bits for another ball. He puts it in front of you and sets the top bottle back up. You pull back, cocking the ball as best you can, mimicking an MLB pitcher. You hurtle the ball right at the middle of the two bottom bottles.

The bottom right bottle flips from the collision, taking most of the force before hitting the back wall of the tent. The top bottle falls and the bottom left bottle tilts to the left, spinning.

it rocks back to the right. You bite your bottom lip watching the bottle uneasily twirl

the bottle becomes even more unstable and finally tips over. The carnie looks genuinely surprised as the bottles fell

    "Uhh.. winner!" He announces. " pick your prize."

    You indicate the big stuffed bunny. He takes the stuffed animal down and hands it to you.

You turn to Sweetie and give it to her.

    She immediately squeezes it between her forehooves, nestling her head into the faux-fur.

    "Wow! thanks Anon..." She smiles up at you before looking back down at the toy and smiling even bigger.

You look up at the sky and see the sun is starting to set. You have apparently lost track of time, it didn't seem like you had been at the carnival that long.

    “Well...” you say slowly, looking down at the two mares who look slightly worn out. “Ready to head home?”

    Rarity seemed delighted by the idea. She shakes her head immediately responding with a quick. “I am.”

Sweetie Belle takes in a deep breath and sighs, she looks a little disappointed.

“But... there is a whole part of the carnival we didn't get to see...” She frowns, despite her own tiredness.

    You get the playful idea to give Sweetie Belle a piggyback ride to the boutique so she can get a high view on the way back.

    “Hmmm...” you hum, rubbing your chin. “What if to make up, I give you a pony back ride back to the Boutique?”

She smiles up at you. “But... how would a ponyback ride work with you, Anon?” She giggles, eying your human form.

    “Let me show you?” You ask. She nods at you. You reach down, placing your hands under her forlegs and lifting her up.

    You put her forelegs over your shoulders and rest a hand on her flanks, giving her support for a moment before pushing her up higher. You use your other hand to stead her as she clambers up so her hind legs are around your neck and her front hooves are atop your head.

    Rarity slightly gasps at the sheer height off the ground her little sister is now. You grab Sweetie's hind hooves to try to quell Rarity's fears.

    “Wow Anon!” You hear Sweetie gawk at the area around her. “You are so tall!”

    “I'm a giant.” You tease as you begin to walk back to the entrance of the fair.

You see that Rarity is levitating the bunny now that Sweetie can't carry it on her back.

You walk along, the strain of Sweetie's weight is very miniscule, she weighs less than your old backpack. You make idle chatter with the two ponies as you walk your way back to the boutique, arriving much quicker than you had expected. You finally put Sweetie Belle back on her own hooves. She huffs in disappoint, her ride coming to an end. You all walk into the cool boutique. You instruct Sweetie to go pack and she runs off to her room upstairs.

    "Want a drink?" Rarity asks you.

    "Sure." You answer, the walk back to the boutique making you slightly thirsty.

She brings you some tea and you have a seat on one of her couches and she takes the position opposite of you.

    "I think..." You begin. "That the break will be good for both of you, I get the feeling you two have a lot of tension..."

    "Perhaps you are right..." She says frowning while she nods in agreement with you.

    "She will be fine.... Apple Bloom and her will probably sleep in the same room. You have nothing to worry about." You sip at your tea.

    Rarity nods, swallowing the unease that was welling in her throat. Sweetie Belle comes barreling down the stairs, a sloppily stuffed suitcase on her back with a sleeve hanging out the side.

    "Sweetie Belle..." You chuckle. "you are only going to Apple Bloom's for a day or so, it's not like you are going that far away."

    "Well... as Rarity says, 'you must always be prepared.'" Sweetie says, striking a pose imitating her sister.

    "Well, alright..." You give up. "Are you ready to go?"

    "Yup" Sweetie Belle chirps. You two walk out of the boutique and after a quick farewell from Rarity You are alone with Sweetie Belle, walking to Sweet Apples Acres. You begin the walk in silence. after a hundred yards or so you see a vendor selling drinks.

    "Want something to drink for the rest of the walk?" You ask Sweetie.

    "Sure, Anon." She nods. You walk to the vendor and order two carrot juices. You get the drinks and bring one over to sweetie, she takes it in a hoof and sips. She levitates it with some effort and you begin to walk again.

    “So... what did you pack?" You ask.

    "Oh! I got some clothes, a snorkel, a winter coat, my toothbrush, and hair brush... you know, the usual." She smiles brightly.

    You wonder what kind of shenanigans she could possibly get into where that stuff is normal. You decide to not pursue that course of conversation. You see the farm house in the distance as you walk. You get a playful grin and look over at Sweetie belle.

    "Bet ya can't beat me to the farm house." you challenge. Her eyes open wide in surprise.

    "Oh yeah?!" she smiles. You nod. Both Sweetie Belle and yourself stop walking, grinning playfully at one another. She gets down in a low stance, looking ready to pounce

    "Three...two...one...GO!' she counts down. You both take off sprinting. Her equine build quickly beats you out for speed, leaving you in her dust. She wins the race by at least twenty-five yards. You lower your speed and come up to the Apple’s porch jogging and breathing partially ragged. You see Sweetie trying to catch her breath from the sprint. You are both in front of the farmhouse of the apples.

the door opens and Applejack comes out. She sees you and smiles.

    "Howdy, Anon." The farmer greets you. She then looks over and sees Sweetie by your side. "Oh, hi Sweetie Belle... Are you and Apple Bloom going somewhere today?"

    You think that if you Tell AJ that you suggested a sleepover for Sweetie to spend a bit of time away from her sister instead of making the filly explain, Applejack would be more willing to let Sweetie stay, not that you think she would even turn anypony away.

    "Ahh, well you see..." you begin, cutting off Sweetie belle before she can explain. "I sort of invited Sweetie here over for a night or two...so she can have some time away from her sister, those two have been fighting recently and I think the time apart will do them both good."

    Applejack nods before saying, "It very well might be the best thing for those two."

    "Well, go unpack." she says towards Sweetie belle "I recon you'll be bunkin' with Apple Bloom?"

    "That was the plan" Sweetie says happily as she bounds up the stairs, past the orange mare and into the house.

    "Thanks a lot for letting her... and me stay with you." You say grinning the farmer.

"We Apples never turn away a pony in need." She recites proudly. "Now come on, supper's almost ready."

You follow the country mare into the house and a sweet scent of roasted apples hits you.

    "So uhh... What's for dinner?" As if you have to ask.

    "Apples." Comes the obvious response. "Granny roasted them up tonight.”

    You walk through the living area of the Apples' house and come to the dining room. The plates are already set up and Granny enters the room from the kitchen the same time you enter from the living room. She is carrying a steaming tray of roasted apples, she then sets them down on the table.

    "Whooo boy, them puppies are toasty!" She exclaims, apperently to herself.

    You can only smile at the broken down mare's odd personality. Applejack takes her normal spot at one end of the large table. Big Mac comes out of the bathroom, apparently having just finished washing up before dinner. he has a seat to the right of AJ. Apple Bloom, accompanied by Sweetie Belle come running down the stairs and go into the dining room.

    Apple Bloom takes her seat to the left of AJ before Sweetie sits next to her. You walk over and take your 'normal' spot next to the red work horse. Granny runs back into the kitchen, promptly returning with another tray, this one full of home made hay fries. She puts them next to the apples before siting down at the other end of the table, to your right.

    "Looks mighty good, Granny." Applejack compliments.

    "Thank ye, Applejack. I know it ain't no family reunion type meal but it'll do." She says back.

    "Eeyup." Comes the comment from Big Mac. Everypony takes an apple and a small side of hay fries and begins to eat. You peckishly nibble at the apple, but the hay fries are on your plate just to be polite.

    “I miss meat...” You mumble.

    You quickly finish your apple and poke a bit at your hay fries as the dinner progresses. The dinner conversation drifts from Big Mac and Applejack's day in the field and how the crop is looking to Apple Bloom's day off of school.

    "How about you, Anon?" Granny Smith's shaky voice asks you.

    "Oh, me? Well Me, Rarity, and Sweetie Belle here went to the carnival at the edge of town."

    "Oh, well how nice..." She responds with a smile. You feel pressure in your bladder and curse yourself for having to leave and risk looking like a rude house guest. You quickly excuse yourself and go outside to what serves as the outhouse for the Apples.

    It's obviously not as sanitary as your bathroom back home, but its much cleaner than what you would expect from equines. You come back inside after you are done to find that dinner is finished and Granny, AJ, and Big Mac are all in the living room sitting around together talking quietly about something you can't pick up on.

    "Where are the fillies?" You ask the group.

    "Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle went ahead upstairs. Ta play, ah reckon." Applejack says.

    "Alright, I'll go check on them." You say to the three before heading for the stairs. You climb the stairs and knock on the door you know to be Apple Bloom's

    "Come on in" her accented, muffled voice says through the heavy wooden door. You open the door to two the two crusaders sitting in the middle of Apple Bloom's floor looking at a paper.

    "Hi?" You ask, wondering what they were doing.

    "Hi Anon!" Sweetie Belle looks up and beams.

    “Oh, Hai Anon. I thought y’all were mah sister." Apple Bloom looks up as well.

    "Uhh, nope. It's me. I was wondering if I could ask you a few things, Apple Bloom."

    "Oh, well sure, Anon." Apple Bloom answers, looking up at you curiously.

    "It's about your sister..." you begin to explain.

    "Hmmm...?" She puts a hoof to her chin.

    "Sweetie Belle had a fight with her sister today, that's why I invited her to stay over tonight, to give her some time away from Rarity. I wanted to ask you what you do when Applejack upsets you."

    "Hmm... well, mah sis an ah don't get into to it very often, but when we do, ah go calm down by doing a hobby or going on a walk around the property." She answers, looking thoughtful.

    "Hobbies? Like what?" Sweetie Belle asks, her interest piqued.

    "Well..." Apple Bloom blushes. "Out by the clubhouse ah have a tree swing that ah've been working on. So, buildin' ah reckon."

    "Building?" Sweetie sighs. "I can't do that..."

    "Well... what about yer singin'? Ya did pretty good at that talent show."

    "Oh yeah! I forgot about that! You really think it would work, though?" Sweetie smiles.

    "Well sure ah do!" Apple Bloom answers. They giggle and wrap one another in a warm embrace.

    "Apple Bloom!" Applejack's voice comes from the bottom of the stairs. Apple Bloom gets up and pokes her head out into the hallway.

    "Yeah?" She answers

    "It's yer bedtime, get ready fer bed."

    "Awww... do ah have ta?" She moans.

    "Yall know the rule." Comes the short response. Apple Bloom sighs and closes the door.

    "I suppose I'll get going then, Sweetie are you sleeping in here with Apple Bloom?" You announce.

    "Mmhm." She nods.

    You bid them goodnight and leave Apple Bloom's room. You walk down the hallway to the guest room where you had been staying. You lay on the bed, resting for a bit. You decide you'll go down and talk to the adults for a bit before bed... right after a second of just laying on this soft bed.

You open your eyes and moonlight is streaming into the room.

'Must have fell asleep...' You think to yourself, looking up to the dark ceiling. You hear a rustling to your left and snap your head towards the sound. The silhouette of Sweetie Belle is standing next to your bed, holding her pillow.

    "Sweetie Belle?" You ask groggily."What are you doing?"

    "Well.. Ummm... I had a bad dream...and I didn't want to wake up Apple Bloom. but I couldn't go back to sleep and then I heard something...And I might have gotten a little scared... " She sheepishly looks at the ground, pawing the hard wood floor. Her cheeks were red despite the darkness of the room.

    "Sweetie Belle..." You ask, breaking the silence. “Do you want to sleep in here?" She nods, happy she didn't have to ask. You scoot back in the bed and open up the blanket, letting Sweetie Belle crawl in. She lays down with her back to you, and scoots back, grinding her back into your chest. She rests her head on the pillow between her hooves. You close the blanket and lay down yourself. You drape an arm around the filly. Holding her close, cuddling the pony in the bed.

    "Thanks Anon..." You can hear the smile in her voice. She snuggles into the pillow, her new-found comfort making her fall asleep quickly. You lay there, feeling her chest rise and fall under your arm. You lean forward and kiss her mane before shutting your eyes and falling back into your own unconscious state.

~

You awake. You are faintly aware of warmth beside you. Your eyes stay closed, and you gently grasp a hand full of soft fur. Your mid-night visitor is still in your bed. You pull your hand away, realizing you have her completely in your grasp, your left arm stuck under her body with your right draped over her. You look around the empty room, thankful no one had seen you in such a position. You know that despite what your intentions are, people seem to always think the worst of others.

    You sit up in bed, pulling your arm free of the filly. You look down at Sweetie Belle. She is still asleep, her little chest rising and falling at a steady pace. You put your hand back down on Sweetie and shake her a bit.

    “Sweetie Belle...” you whisper, trying to rouse her. She groans and opens her eyes. She looks over her shoulder, up at you.

    “Hmmm?” She asks, before closing her eyes and stretching, letting out a great yawn as her muscles quake.

    “It's time to get up.” You tell her.

    “Mmm...okay, Anon.” She yawns again. You roll your legs out of bed and stand up, stretching for yourself. You notice your not as rested as you normally are, probably because you slept all night in your suit. You watch as Sweetie rolls out of bed as well, you walk next to her and ask if she is ready to go downstairs for breakfast. She simply nods and you head out.

    You walk into the dining room to find The farm ponies are already up and about. Applejack and Big mac have already ate and are already outside, getting ready for a day of work on the farm. Apple Bloom got up later and is sitting at the table now, halfway done eating her plate.

    Granny Smith is sitting across Apple Bloom, sipping a cup of coffee. You, with Sweetie in tow walk into the room and sit down across from one another.

    “Well, howdy Anon!” We didn't see ya after ya went upstairs last night.” Granny Smith says

    “Heh, yeah... I sort of, fell asleep.” You laugh.

    “Well, ain't nothin' wrong with hittin' the hay a bit early.” She says with a smile, sipping on her cup of coffee. “What are yer plans fer today?”

    “Well, we,” you motion at yourself and the white foal sitting across from you. “are going to go back to her sister's and try to patch things up.”

    “I see, siblings fightin' might be common, but that don't make it right.” The old mare comments.

    You nod, agreeing. “So, What's for breakfast?”

~

    After eating another meager breakfast you and Sweetie head out towards Rarity's boutique; after saying goodbye to and thanking the Apples, of course. You quickly make your way through the town, not stopping for anything this time, around as the morning is cool. Before long you are outside Rarity's door and slowly, heavily, knocking on the wood.

    Rarity opens the door, still wearing a sleeping mask, her hair askew and looking very groggy. Despite it being mid-morning, Rarity looks like she just got up.

    “Back already?” She asks, rubbing her eyes.

    “Yes, I think we have had enough time to calm down, haven't we?” You coax Rarity. She pauses and then nods, stepping aside to let you in. Sweetie follows you in and you all sit down in the same seats you had sat in before going to the carnival the day before.

    “Alright.” You start. “You both get on each others' nerves right?” They both silently nod. “Well, Apple Bloom was helpful last night, she suggested that Sweetie have a hobby to take her energy out on when you two have an argument.”

    Rarity looks smug, she smiles and nods, staring at her sister with a condescending glare.

    “But.” You redirect her attention to you. “That doesn't mean you are right when you yell at her either.” She raises her eyebrow at you as if she is surprised.

    “Ha!” Sweetie Belle jeers from her seat. You shoot her a look before continuing.

    “The point is, nobody is perfect, you both have made mistakes. You two are siblings and the goal isn't to not ever fight, it's to learn how to make up with each other and to not stay angry with one another.” At this point you place You hand on Sweetie Belle's back and look at her big, green eyes. She looks unsure of what you are about to say.

    “Yes but that doesn’t mean she can just go through my things with permission!” Rarity butts in.

    “No, but you know she was only trying to help, right?” You continue to reason with her.

    “...Yes.” She says after a pause.

    “And Sweetie, you know you should ask permission to touch things that aren’t yours, don’t you?” You continue to talk to the two sisters.

    “Yeah... but even after I said I was sorry she still kicked me out!” Sweetie Belle whines.

    “Kicked you out? You never told me anything about that.” You look at the filly, surprised.

    “She pushed me out the door and told me not to come back until dark...” Sweetie Belle explains.

    “Rarity!” You scold. Rarity simply looks away, ashamed.

    At this point you place Your hand on Sweetie Belle's back and look at her big, green eyes. She looks unsure of what you are about to say.

    “You love your sister, don't you?” You ask her.

    “Yeah...” She answers.

    You shift your gaze to Rarity. “And you love your little sister?”

    “Of course...” She says.

    “So isn't it more important for you two to be on good terms than who was right or wrong?” You ask them both at the same time.

    Rarity looks down at the floor, her eyes full of regret. “I-I'm sorry, Sweetie Belle... I shouldn't have yelled at you like that.” She looks up at her sister and you can make out the distinct glaze over her eyes that meant she was on the edge of tears.

    Sweetie looks taken aback by the apology. “Oh, no I should have asked...” She starts to say before Rarity cuts her off, standing up before quickly closing the distance between them, and embracing her in a tight hug.

    You take a step back and admire your work; Two sisters reconciled because of your influence.

    Rarity takes a moment away from her warm embrace of her sister to look over at you. “Thank you, Anon. You have really helped us. Before you came I was still angry and wasn't going to let Sweetie back in until tonight...” She admits shamefully.

    “Thanks Anon...” Sweetie's voice chimes in from beneath Rarity.

    Rarity breaks the hug and walks over to you. “Now... We never fitted you for a new suit.”

racist sex

>Big Mac is a hard-working farmer

>He was brought up a simple, sheltered life.

>His father died in his teens, but it was long enough for him to enstill a distinct distaste, borderline hate for blacks.

>Whenever the subject was brought up his father would always talk about how lazy they were, always trying to steal from honest, hard-working men.

>Big Mac knew of only 1 black, the supposed witchdoctor that the whole town was afraid of.

>One night Winona woke up Big Mac with a nudge to the cheek.

>She looked panicked and kept pacing, waiting for Big Mac to get up.

>Big Mac took the dog's warning. He got up and dressed, grabbed his shotgun, and followed the dog out to the back yard in the cool night air.

>His faithful dog leg him to an intruder in the back yard, kneeling over a patch of purple flowers.

>"Hold it." He commanded, aiming down the sights.

>The figure stood and turned towards Big Mac.

>it was the witch doctor, the women of African descent the whole town feared.

>"What are you doing on my property...woman?" Big Mac sputtered, shocked to see the rumored mythical woman standing before him.

>"I was looking for a certain herb, your fertile ground seemed superb." She whimsically rhymed her words with a cadence only acquired through years of practice.

>"Yeah? well..." Big Mac began to say, still focusing his gun on the woman.

>He then noticed something strange.

>The shaman wore a cloak around her shoulders which concealed her entire body, she had the hood down for the moment, letting her silver hair hang free past her shoulders.

>"How do i know you aren't hiding weapons under that cloak?" Big Mac asked, refocusing the sights on her head.

>"Nothing have I that harm will bring, would you lower that gun - it's threatening."

>"Only once i know you aren't going to attack me as soon as I do." Big Mac reasons, nuzzling the stock into his shoulder.

>The woman sighs but obliges.

>Her hands become visible though the middle seam of the cloak.

>She pushed her arms straight out then to the sides, opening her cloak to it's fullest extent.

>Big Mac's gun lowered. The woman was completely naked, her mocha skin flawless and lean under the cloak.

>"Wha- Why aren't yall wearing anything under that cloak?" Big Mac began to say, He started to blush but didn't look away.

>he bit his lower lip slightly, unable to ignore the stirring that began in his loins.

>"It is quite warm this time of year, it helps if i have very little gear." She chanted, putting her hands on her hips, not closing the cloak.

>"Well... you were still trespassing... and stealing from my land." Big Mac continues.

>"It is not my intention to antagonize, perhaps there is some way I can apologize?"

>"..Yeah." Big Mac said after a a pause. "We dont have to call the police or anything..." He hangs the gun by his side, letting it aim at the ground

>Big Mac circles the woman, getting behind her, he presses the top of the barrel of the gun between her large as cheeks through the cloak.

>"The barn, let's go. After you 'apologize' you can keep the flowers."

>"I did not expect something so forward, We'll see if you are this eager afterward." The negress smiled before walking to the barn.

>the two entered together and Big Mac lit an oil lamp sitting on a table.

>"To other men, you seem stronger, let's see if you can last longer." She teased, pulling the strings of the cloak letting it fall to the wood floor

>She knelt down before the farmer and pressed her soft, nimble hand against the growing bulge in his pants. slowly caressing him through the fabric

>Big Mac put his back to the table, his ass just above the lip of the table, making for an easy seat.

>He began to fiddle with his belt buckle, trying to free himself from to confides of his clothing.

>"Ah ah ah... let Zecora use her maw." She looked up at him, pressing his chin into the base of his cock through his jeans.

>she skillfully unfastens his belt buckle before moving in with her mouth. she grabs the button of his trousers with her canines and jerks it to the right then down and back at the same time, pulling opening his pants slightly.

>She runs her tongue up the zipper, flicking the handle up onto her tongue. She threads her tooth through the small opening and pulls down, completely opening the pants.

>She grabs calves of the legs and pulls down, leaving only a thin pair of boxers on the farmer with a large bulge throbbing and pounding trying to escape.

>she puts her hand back on his hot member under the fabric and strokes it lightly, letting her fingers curve around the shaft ever so slightly.

>She finds the mushroomed tip and teases the glans with her fingernails.

>She leans in, planting a kiss on his head before starting to suckle on it through the cotton, forming a wet spot.

>Big Mac groans with the heat from her mouth so close to his dick it make his whole body quiver.

>She takes her mouth away. and slips her fingers under the waist band.

>She pulls them down, slowly. The waistband grinds on the top of his cock and gets stuck momentarily on his head. She reveals the tip and his cock springs back up, pointing right at her lips begging for more.

>"this is a cock truly worthy of a queen, for it is the biggest that I have seen!" She exclaims, grabbing the base of the cock, examining it like a specimen.

>Big Mac smiles a t the compliment but doesn't verbally answer. his body is still crying out for release

>Zecora runs the tip of his dick against her bottom lip, making it drag drag up the underside of her pole.

>she begins to stroke the lower half of his rod with her thing hand, while she begins to lick the head.

>her free hand silently moves down over her body, gliding between her legs where he black pussy is beginning to to moisten, anticipating some of this farmers cock.

>She takes the head into her mouth, suckling hard on his glans. as she starts to bob her head back and forth.

>Big Mac places his hand on the shaman's head as she sucks his cock, rocking his hips forward to coax her to take more.

>She obliges his request and begins to take more, little by little into her throat.

>with 3/4 of his post down her throat her hand is the only thing that separates his groin from her dark lips.

>She releases his shaft and puts both hands on his hips,opening her throat as much as possible.

>Big Mac puts his hands behind her ears, his fingers circling around her skull/

>He begins to thrust, holding her head in place as he pumps his meat into her hot gullet.

>Both Zecora's hands are fingering her engorged pussy not, one tweaking her sizable clit while the other shoves three fingers knuckle deep inside her, scraping her inside walls on the way out.

>A sickening but at the same time extremely arousing sound is coming from the woman's throat. a wet, suction noise mixed with faint gagging, atop the sound of Big Mac's heavy balls slapping against this slut's chin.

>"Oh god... your really good with that throat, aren't you bitch?" Big Mac moans, getting close to his peak

>"Mmm....mmmm!" Zecora hums with a mouthful of cock.

>"Oh, oh god yeah!" Big Mac announces again. "I'm gonna cum!"

>He pulls his cock from Meep in her throat and cums on her face, the thick strings of seamen erupting out of his throbbing cock and splatting onto her brown cheeks, smearing across her lips and cementing her eye shut.

>As the orgasm dies down and the last few weak spurts comes out, Zecora opens her mouth once again and cleans his cock base to tip with her tongue.

>She then wiped the cum from her face and licks it off her hand, swallowing with a grin.

>"Such vitality from a man so strong, and even more blessed with a cock so long."

>"You like my cock, don't you, you nigger bitch?" Big Mac huffed, recovering from his orgasm.

>"elated I was with so much gooey cum. let us see if you can fuck me numb." She teased, she didn't seem offended by the slur. more as if she was spurred to out-perform the farmer

>She stood up and bent over the table, smashing her breasts into the wood. She reached back and spread her plump ass cheeks, exposing her moist, dark brown pussy.

>Big Mac happily took the invitation.

>He positioned himself behind her sexy dark form

>He put his hands on her large ass cheeks and began to rub them, rotating his hands, feeling her supple flesh.

>He pulled the cheeks apart once more and grabbed his shaft, aiming at her pussy.

>He leaned forward ad teased her entrance with the tip, flicking it up and down, sliding against her lips.

>With a mighty thrust he penetrated her tight hole, sliding inside her slowly.

>"To my dismay i would barter, that you can not fuck me any harder." Came Zecora's taunt as Big Mac started to lightly pump her.

>"I'll show you! you fucking bitch!" Big Mac yelled, he put his hand on the back of her neck, pinning her head to the table as he instantly began to thrust harder.

>Big Mac fucked her as hard and fast as his muscles could bear, but Zecora didn't seem impressed.

>"it would seem i have run out of luck, finding the only man who doesn't know how to fuck." She laughed despite her head still being smashed against the table.

>Big Mac growled with anger.

>"I've got something for you, you big assed nigger!"

>He pulled his cock free of her clenching pussy and aligned his hard cock with her tight puckered asshole. He pressed against her incredibly tight back door, grinning.

>"I had thought you had ran out of gas, let's see if you can ride my ass!" She called.

>with much resistance and a few failed attempts to penetrate, Big Mac slid the tip inside her big, black ass.

>Zecora sighed with delight.

>"N-not talking now, are you whore?" Big Mac taunts.

>Zecora groans at the feeling of his dick sliding deep into her tight hole.

>"Your efforts don't diminish, but i doubt you will be able to finish." She says between ragged breaths.

>Big Mac, getting bested once again is set into a fucking fury, he pounds the brown mound in front of him, slamming his pelvis into her jiggly ass cheeks, pulling out until just his head is still encased by her tiny asshole

>"Uhhg, god your so tight!" Big Mac pants, his eyes closed getting close to his peak once again.

>"Many have an ass so fine, but none are as tight as mine!" She gloats.

>with one last thrust he pulls his dick free from her embrace and finally releases her neck.

>He starts jerking his cock off just by the tip, coaxing his orgasm to spew onto the mocha flesh before him.

>"I-I'm coming!" He shouts, lifting his head towards the ceiling of the barn.

>A second load of thick cream comes out, painting Her fat, black ass with white.

>With the last spurts dying out, he stumbles back and plops onto a bale of hay, spent.

>Zecora also slumps over the table, obviously tired.

>She stands first, and walks over to the man, sitting down next to him and putting her head on his chest, nuzzling him.

>Big Mac puts his arm around the African beauty and sighs in relief.

>Sunlight streaked into the barn through cracks and holes in the wood.

>Big Mac woke up before he even realized he fell asleep.

>Something warm and smooth was under his arm.

>Big Mac cracked open an eye to see what it was beside him.

>He saw the soft features of Zecora leaning on him, asleep.

>memories of last night flooded to him.

>He gasped.

>Zecora stirred, peeking through her heavy eyelids.

>She looked up and saw Mac's face. she gave him a peck on the cheek and nestled into his chest once again.

>Big Mac resisted at first. 'what would AJ think? or granny?'

>But after a moment he pushed those thoughts out of his mind, he relaxed into his lover.

>Suddenly the barn door flew open.

>Applejack stood there, silhouetted by the sunlight

>"What the hell?"

luna's cock slave

>you awake.

>you see the blue furred leg of your master. to your right, brushing up against your arm.

>you are sitting with your back against stone, her throne.

>the weight around your neck reminds you of your duty.

>you reposition yourself in between her legs, on your knees.

>your mistress is still asleep, but her member seems to be awake, it is already half erect.

>you lean forward and place your hand around the base, sand start to stroke it.

>her large, blue horsecock begins to respond to the attention, it immediately begins to grow and expand in your hand.

>you obediently stroke your master's dick as it grows to full length and girth, easily 11 inches long and half a foot around.

>you can barely feel your fingertips touching around the base of her cock.

"Good boy, now lick it clean."

>she puts her hand on your head and pulls you towards the throbbing horsecock

>you open your mouth and lick the broad, flat head.

>you lift her cock, and move your mouth down to her heavy blue ball sack

>you lick her balls and trace a trail to the tip of her cock before going back down to do it again.

>you let her cock rest on your face as you take one of her balls into your mouth, suckling one it.

"my, what an eager little whore." She mocks with a domineering smile

>She reaches down and wraps her hand around her cock, pulling her ball from your mouth.

>you look up at her wondering what happens next.

>she smacks your cheek with her cock several times, giggling at your confusion.

>she then rubs it against your face, grinning.

"now suck it dry, slave."

>you do as your told and take the head into your mouth, stretching your jaw to accommodate her large size.

>she pulls you head down on her rod, making your jaw hurt.

>you feel the thick girl meat hitting your gag reflex only halfway down.

>you start to gag on it but you dont try to pull it out of your throat.

"oh yes, gag on my cock you fucking whore."

>She mocks, thrusting her hips hard, making the tip slam the back of your throat.

>She holds you in place as she rocks back and forth, fucking your throat.

>she moans and stands, still pounding your tight mouth.

>with one great thrust you feel her cock throb and expand in your mouth.

>you clench your eyes shut and bear the pain in your sore jaw as your miss tress's hot, salty spunk spews out of her thick shaft and into your throat.

>you gulp down mouthfuls of her spooge, before she finally pulls her softening cock from your mouth with a sloppy shlick

>you cough, spilling some of her cum on the floor.

>your master sits back down, her cock lays on her left though, covered in her jizz and your spit.

"Clean me, slave." she commands, pointing to her horse cock. "and then clean up all that 'protein' you spilt." she says referring to the puddle on the floor.

>you lean in once more, running your tongue over her cock, licking up her jizz and swallowing it, savoring the salty, musk taste of your master's seed.

Mrs. Cake is awesome

>You come out of the kitchen in sugar cube corner, with a tray of fresh, hot cupcakes. yet to be frosted.

>Mrs. cake is standing at the counter, placing an order for one of the regulars.

>You put the tray down on the smooth marble counter, and look under it for the frosting.

>there is none, you are out.

>"Hey, cup cake. I need more frosting.

>She nods at you as she finished up her with her customer.

>the regular leaves and the shop is silent.

>Mrs. cake walks into the kitchen, going to a pantry for supplies.

>you follow her.

>She looks at the eye level shelves and find nothing. before going down to the lower shelves, putting her head down and pushing her rump out.

>her tail swishes from side to side.

>At the far sway of her poofy tail you can barely catch a glimpse of her marehood.

>You have always liked the more mature ponies in the town, thought their curves were more enticing than the 'slim' younger ponies.

>She finds some frosting and raises up her head.

>She turns towards you with a smile.

>You smile back as you follow her back to the counter.

"Do you want me to show you how to do it again, anon?" she asks.

>You nod. you know the technique she has shown you, but every time she puts icing on, you get a great view of her plump ass.

>She rears up on her hind legs and uses her hooves to grip the frosting bag while leaning on the counter in front of the tray on her elbows.

>She starts to talk about the frosting technique again.

"Start at the base, and circle counter-clock wise covering the top of the cupcake, make sure not to leave any gaps. Then once you get to the top..."

>You don't hear her, you are behind her, pretending to be looking over her should when you are really staring at her thick flanks.

>In a fit of courage you reach out.

>both of your hands meet warm, supple flesh under a soft, fine coat.

"Oh!" Mrs. Cake gasps at your touch.

>She looks back at you, your hands still firmly on her ass.

>You aren't sure what she is about to do. you are a nervous wreck inside.

>She is just giving you a surprised look, staring straight into your eyes.

>You are about to let go and apologize when she smiles.

"Anon, i didn't know you were so forward...." she coos.

>She turns back around, frosting her cupcakes.

>you grin and begin to kneed her plump rump in your hands, savoring the feeling.

"Mmmm..." She moans her approval.

>You decide to push the envelope, you position your hands so that your thumbs almost touch in the middle, just outside the perimeters of her vagina.

>you move in your right hand a little bit, letting your right thumb skim over her lips, giving her one stroke to test her.

"Oh my!" She exclaims.

>To your surprise, she does not push you away.

>She puts down the frosting on the counter and moves the tray of half-frosted cupcake to the side of her.

>She pushes her rump towards you, She turns her head back, staring at you with a sultry gaze you have never seen, most likely reserved for her husband.

>You then notice as she pulls her tail to her side, showing off her mare hood to you.

>Obviously she is more forward than you gave her credit for.

>You take your thumbs and pull at her flesh, To your absolute pleasure her pussy parts with a satisfying 'shlick'

>with the lighting of sugar cube corner you can see her passage glisten.

>You let go of her ass with your right hand the passage collapses slightly.

>with your right hand you take your index and middle fingers and lock them.

>you run the pads of the two fingers up her nether lips. enticing a pur from the mature pony.

>you position the fingers at her opening and slowly push in.

>with only one knuckle in you begin to rotate your wrist, feeling her inner crevices.

>you push another knuckle deep. still rotating slowly back and forth.

>Now you start to pump her with your fingers, barely thrusting in at all, just from one knuckle to the next, just enough to stimulate her labia.

"O-oh!" She gasps. "Pinkie said these 'hands' were divine, but i never imagined..." She trails off as she bites her lip and groans into it.

>"Let me show you what else they can do." you tease.

>You push all the way inside, and begin to waggle them back and forth, one goes up as the other goes down.

>Your fingers are slick with her juices. even as you separate them inside her you can feel the thick vaginal juice cling to them, binding them together with sticky tendrils of marecum.

>as much as you enjoy playing in her bodily fluids, you figure you should stop teasing her.

>you pressure the pads of your fingers onto her wall of her vag that is towards the floor and her tummy.

>you begin to drag back. pulling your fingers from her crushingly strong grip. you find your target.

>A rough, strange feeling patch of skin that sticks out from the rest of her vagina.

>you drag your pads over it, like you are trying to pull it out.

>once it bounces back to its normal position you put your fingers back behind it and do it again, using the 'come hither' motion inside her.

>after only a few rotations you get your reward, you hear her breath is haggard between her moans.

>her front hooves are squirming around, trying to find something to get leverage against, but finding nothing on the counter top.

>you place your palm against her clit and begin to thrust your entire arm back and forth grinding your fingers against that specific patch of skin as your palm rubs and presses on her clit.

>as you hear her start to start to mumble and squirm, you go harder, pressing down on her spot as hard as you can.

"O-oh! oh... oh f-fuck!" She moans as your finger fucker her.

>"Mrs. cake! such language!" You tease, slapping her thick ass with your free hand.

"Ju-just a litle.. .bit... more!" She nearly screams,

> her hips moving back and forth trying to match the intensity of your arm.

>You are surprised by her lack of stamina, you already feel her walls clench up, holding your fingers in place.

>you look down to watch her thighs quiver in place as hot liquid comes rushing out of her vag, past your hand and down onto the floor.

>her walls loosen up and you pull your wet hand free with a satisfying 'plop'.

>She is still leaning on the counter, breathing heavily, riding out her orgasm.

>She finally collapses, sitting back on her hind legs, sinking down below the counter.

>She turns around and looks at you.

>directly at eye level is your erection straining against your pants.

"Well, you did me, I suppose I can do you..." She giggles, putting her hoof to your pants, beginning to feel out your size through the fabric, outlining the member.

>as her rough hoof touches you, even outside your pants your cock flexes, pressing against the fabric.

>She laughs, rubbing you as you keep flexing at her touch.

>finally she quits her teasing and unbuckles your belt, unfastens your trousers, and unzips you with her teeth.

>Your pants fall to the floor and your boxers are doing a poor job of hiding your erection.

>She comes close, and nuzzles it with her muzzle pressing up against it through the thin material, she lets it mash up against her cheek and she smiles about it with one eye closed.

>She puts the tips of her hooves on the top of your boxers and begins to pull them down.

>the head of your dick gets caught on the waistband and gets pulled down with it.

>when the waistband finally gets pulled too low, your cock springs back up, coming within inches of Mrs. cake's lips.

>You look down at her, so close to your dick, your vein is so clearly visible, dark blue and throbbing.

"Hmm... Pinkie said you had a different one than the other stallions around here. Let's see what you can do." she smirks.

>She leans in close, and gives your head a little lick, her flat, broad, tongue is a a moderate mix of rough and smooth, you can almost feel her taste buds grind against you.

>her tongue is moist, but not overly wet, almost the perfect texture for pleasure.

>she wraps her lips around the head and begins to gingerly suckle.

>Her tounge continues to lap at the underpart of your cock as she bobs her head to and fro every so slightly.

>despite trying, you cant help but sighing in relief and begin to lean back with your hips thrusting forward.

>She laces your dick with her saliva before pulling it out.

>Your dick shines with spit in the light.

>you look down at her, questioning what she is about to do.

>she puts her hoof around the base of your dick and point it towards the ceiling.

>she then dips her head down and you feel her amazing tongue press on your scrotum, pushing your balls to either side before dragging it up your shaft and flicking it up at the tip.

>"Oh god!" you moan.

"Hehe, I guess no matter what species, all men like that one..." She smiles, still holding your cock.

>She licks up your shaft a few more times, make it nice and wet.

>She then aims your cock at her lips, she gives it a little kiss.

>She leans her head forwards, pressing the head of your cock into her mouth, but she doesn't open.

>She just smooshes her lips into your rock-hard head for a moment before cracking her lips.

>she tilts her head so your cock goes into her cheek, making a large bulge in one side of her mouth.

>The whole time she is looking right at you with her big, beautiful eyes.

>She repositions her head so your cock in atop her tongue.

>you hear her take a deep breath before lunging forward.

>Her snout smashes against your pelvis as she deepthroats you, taking the cock all the way into her mouth.

>Her jaws are at a peculiar angle as she bobs her head back and forth.

>wet, gushing sounds come from her throat as you cock slide in and out over her tongue as her divine suction is broken and reestablished.

>She goes all the way in again, her nostrils against your waist. Then holds herself in place, massaging your cock with her tongue

>you can feel the back of her throat with the tip if your dick.

>She rotates her head, grinding the back of her throat against your cock.

>Finally she pulls the dick from her mouth, long strands of saliva mixed with precum tie her sexy mouth to your cock. She licks her lips and stares at you, your dick pulsating.

"Wanna fuck me, anon?" she asks.

>”Yes ma'am!”

>she gets up and assumes her position on the counter, flicking her tail to the side letting her wet pussy glimmer.

>you get behind her, and position your throbbing cock with her slick hole.

>You guide yourself in with your hand, her lips resist at first but you easily slide in with all the lube.

>You bottom out inside her with one push, her pussy is very accommodating but that doesn't make it any less pleasurable.

>'She has had two kids, and takes stallion dick.' you think to yourself  'did I expect her to be like a virgin?'

>Either way you can feel her muscles clench and tighten around you before you have time to complain.

>”whoa.”

“We have great muscle control, hun.” she reminds you.

>”I can, ah, see that.” you say as you pull your dick half way free of her deep folds.

>You begin to start a rhythm, going all the way in with every thrust but only pulling out about halfway.

>with each thrust her pussy juice gets slathered all over your pelvis, a satisfying 'splat' every time you slap her ass with your hips.

>her infrequent winking only helps to spread the juice, coating your balls with it.

>The marecum finds it way up your pubic region, to your waist and then back to her ass cheeks from your constant deep penetration.

>Her pussy, asshole, and the inside of her asscheeks, along with her thighs are soaked in her natural lube.

>But you like it that way, you'd much rather her be 'juicy' than dry.

>The best is when you get lucky and her winking vulva matches up perfectly with your rhythm so that she winks when you are fully inside her, and she efficiently flicks your with her pussy.

>it feels similar to having her lick your scrotum while at the same time being balls deep in her wet snatch. Something impossible to replicate with a human girl

>you hold onto the base of her tail for stability, pulling her back just a bit into your thrusts.

>despite this she keeps moving forward toward the other end of the counter. Until her front legs dangle off the counter and her hips meet the edge of the other side of the counter, her tummy resting on the counter top.

>She is held in place and has to take the full force of your thrusts.

>you see this and begin to pound harder, savoring the look of ecstasy on her face as she is unable to move to be fucked like some sort of public whore.

“Ah-ah, Oh!” She moans nonsense. Trying to make words but all that comes out are grunts.

>”You like that?”

“Oh yes! Fuck me harder!” she pleads.

>with reckless abandon you start fucking her as hard as possible, you are sure the edge of the counter is digging into her, causing her pain but you can't stop and she doesn't want you to.

>eat thrust splatters more of her cum on her jiggly ass. Her inner legs are soaked all the way down to her hooves.

>her soaking wet pussy is adding to the  puddle on the floor with all the excess fluid she's producing.

>She clenches you tight, her soft crevices driving you wild.

>With extra effort you continue your assault on her increasingly tight cunt.

>You feel your balls tighten, and your cock becomes engorged with blood.

>even inside her blazing hot pussy you can feel the heat of your own blood pounding inside your veins.

>”C-cup cake! I'm about to-”

She cuts you off “Do it on my face!”

>reluctantly you pull out of her

>just in time she dismounts the counter and gets on her knees, her mouth wide open with her tongue sticking out under your cock ready to catch all your cum.

>you stoke yourself, getting ready for your cumshot.

>you feel it coming.

>you throw your head back with an “Oh god!”

>You feel the cum shoot for your cock, coating Cup cake's fine blue fur with gooey white.

>thick strands cover both nostrils along with her left eye. Then one big one between her eyes, in the middle of her forehead and several smaller stands on her lips and chin.

>She opens her right eye and smile up at you. She licks her lips, cleaning up her cum-drenched face.

>she takes a hoof and scrape the goo away from her eye before lapping it up.

>cum still dribbles from you cock, so she greedily laps it up, cleaning your cock with her tongue.

“Mmm...” She moans, swallowing your cum. “What a good boy, giving Mama all his milk.”

>You aren't sure how to respond, still recovering from the orgasm.

>She stands up, cum still splattered on the upper half of her face.

“We need to do this again sometime. Sometime soon.”

>She walks into the back of the building, towards the restroom.

milking big mac

>Applejack was a hard working farmer.

>She lived on her prosperous farm with her little sister and grandmother.

>Her parents had died when she was young, soon after giving birth to applebloom.

>her farm had a large apple orchard and some live stock

>She had a heard of cows as some horses, both mares and stallions.

>the mares were going into heat soon and applejack wanted a few baby foals this season.

>her stud, and favorite stallion was named Big Macintosh.

>he was appropriately large, even for a stallion.

>to the point that she wouldn't let him rut the mares, out of fear he would hurt them.

>instead, artificial insemination was the way to go.

>Applejack needed to go collect the semen sample.

>AJ opened the door to the barn.

>She saw big mac munching on some hay.

>she picked up and stool, carrying a bucket in the other hand.

>She put both down next to big mac and tied his lead to a post.

>"Hey big fella." She said, rubbing his side.

>She gave him a sugar cube, and then sat down on the stool.

>She looked under him to see his big sheath just ready for harvesting.

>She rubbed his belly, stroking his hair until she got to her sheath.

>her hands skimmed over it, feeling the dry, smooth flesh.

>She moved back farther, feeling his large balls rub against her hand.

>She grabs them, cradling them, and beginning to massage them.

>the big stallions neighs in surprise.

>She strokes his ribs, calming him.

>She begins to rotate his large testicles in her hand.

>the stallions snorts a bit but doesn't try to move away.

>Applejack sees the tip of his shaft start to bud from its sheath.

>She takes her hand on his side and puts the pad of his index finger on the tip, feeling the pronounced hole on the end of his dick that will spill his seed.

>He whinnys in approval.

>She moves her hand down to his shaft, slowly starting to stroke it.

>Applejack grins as her big boy grows to full size, all 20 inches of thick horse meat becomes hot and firm in her hands.

>She knows her stallion is ready.

>She stands, releasing his hard cock from her grasp, it swings back and forth and big mac neighs his disapproval.

>She walks to another section of the barn, near a mount she picks up what is basically a fake horse pussy, a tool used for semen extraction.

>A large cylinder, lubed, and tight with a large tube at the end to catch all that precious horse cum.

>She carries it over the stallion and unties him, before leading him to the mount.

>She pats the mount, encouraging the stallion to jump atop it.

>He does, his dick going wild as he rapidly bucks, trying to penetrate a hole that the mount doesn't have.

>Applejack goes in, and grabs his throbbing cock, she points the tip to the opening of the masturbator.

>one small thrust and she rams the artificial vagina down to the muscular hips of the stallion.

>Big Macintosh lets out a whinny that radiates throughout the barn. As he feels the tight, warm embrace of a mare's pussy.

>His thrusts becomes strong and erratic, pushing his cock as deep as possible as quick as his body will allow.

>The tip, along with the last 6 inches of his dick protrude out the end of the fake cunt, smashing into the thick latex that funnels into the tube that makes up the back end of the toy.

>AJ is in a good athletic stance, bent legs with feet shoulder-width apart as he holds the pussy in place, withstanding the brutal thrusts of the horse.

>She hears the stallion's grunts of effort with each animalistic thrust.

>She can feel the urgency emanating off the animal, the pure instinctual need to breed radiates off him.

>She feels big mac push himself one last time.

>She looks down at the end of the toy with his cock pressed into the latex only to see his white seed spill into the collection tube.

>several thick spurts of horse cum quickly fill the reservoir to the point it turns into a white cylinder and overflow.

>AJ stood there as the horse released all his thick, heavy semen.

>She watched as the tip of his cock slowly softened to the point he simply dismounted and pulled his massive cock free from the toy.

>she tipped up the toy to the hole he has entered from was facing the ceiling, and near her face.

>She could smell the pungent scent of far-too-long-withheld-cum from a virile stud.

>The hole radiated heat from the hard fucking along with the massive load it had just received.

>she reaches down and takes off the tube, cum spilling out around her hand and wrist.

>the tube is filled to the brim with his thick, white cum.

>She grabs the cap off a small table near the mount and caps the tube.

>She looks over at the big stallion now grazing over at his hay again.

>She smiles at him.

>She looks down at her cum covered hand.

>”Hmm....” She hums.

>She slowly lifts her wrist to her mouth.

>her tongue pokes between her lips

>She slowly drags her tongue through the gooey cum.

>”Mmmmm....”

DCU deathstroke story becuase FIM is fucking gay and their system is so broken i can put a DC comics fic in with ponies

Slade sat looking displeased at the screen of his computer. He was absent-mindedly tossing a knife into the air and catching it. He sat back in the old wooden chair, sighing.

“The money is running out.” He said into the stale air of the warehouse that functioned as his hideout for the time being. He picked up the disposable phone off the table and punched in the only number programed into the phone: Christoph, his contractor.

“Yeah?” The only word that comes from the other side of the line, he knew who was calling, no need for formalities or pleasantries.

“The money is drying up. You haven’t gotten me a job in months.” Straight to the point with the mercenary, like always.

“I know, there hasn’t been much work, ever since the middle east signed their peace treaty all the work dried up, you realize over seventy percent of all jobs came from that area, right?” Explained Christoph.

“Yes, I know.” Came the short response.

“Well, what do you want me to do, Slade? The only jobs are low-paying bodyguard gigs, I know that isn’t your forte.” A little more panicked and strained this time.

“Meet me at our usual spot tomorrow at eight.” Then the phone clicked off.

“Slade?” Silence. Christoph looked at his phone with a furrowed brow before putting it away.

~ 8 P.M. Star City, west district, under a forgotten bridge.

Christoph pulled up the shady bridge, illuminating a hastily made hovel made by some homeless that apparently lived there. He got out of his beautiful, $500,000 car, making sure to lock it and set the alarm. It would do nothing in this neighborhood, but it made him feel better. He pulled his large coat snugly around his shoulders, fighting against the nipping breeze the fall nights come with.

“I hate this place, why can’t we meet at a Starbucks like normal people?” Christoph mumbled to himself as he walked under the bridge, shielding himself from the wind. A homeless man that had been sleeping nearby stirred, disrupting his camouflage of refuse that has previously hidden him from Christoph’s view.

“Come now, you know we aren’t ‘normal’.” Deathstroke’s altered voice came from directly behind Christoph, making him jump.Slade emerged from the shadows that engulfed him only moment before, fully armored with swords and guns ready to be pulled at the slightest hint of danger.

“I hate it when you do that, too.” He grumbled, tugging at the lapels of his coat. He then noticed the ensemble the terminator was sporting. “What’s with the get-up?”

“I need it, for the mission.” Came his voice, masked by the helmet.

“What mission?”

“The mission we are going on, right now. I need you to fly me to Bialya.” He said with the most deadpanned tone.

“Are you serious?”

“Am I ever not serious?”

“You are insane, why would we go to Bialya? I haven’t gotten a contract from them in over three weeks.” Christoph tried to argue, dumbfounded.

“I’ll explain on the way, let’s go.” Slade said, turning and beginning to walk away. When he saw Christoph wasn’t following him after the first couple steps, he turned around, took out his pistol and shot Christoph’s precious car, right in the motor block, tearing through the head gasket.

“Unless you want to walk home, I advise you come along.”

“You are buying me a new one!” Christoph shouted as he jogged to catch up.

“With the money we are about to be making, I could buy you ten.” Deathstroke smirked.

~Over the Atlantic Sea,  10A.M. Four hours from Bialya.

“That is easily the most insane plan I have ever heard… And I think it can work.” Christoph said, shaking his head in the cockpit of the stealth plane. He looked over at Slade, who sat in the co-pilot seat, and raised an eyebrow.

“How are you going to pull it off? What about the gaurds?”

“A night drop in the compound, this plane can slide under radar.” Deathstroke said very matter-of-fact.

“And that’s it? Just drop in, do it, and what? Walk out?” Christoph continued talking, trying to poke holes in the plan that he had just heard.

“I’ll light up this beacon.” The ever-confident mercenary said, pulling a small orb from his belt. “It will glow like a Christmas tree on your radar, just drop the ladder when you are right over me, I will take care of the rest.”

“And if something goes wrong?” Christoph asks.

“Go home, I’ll figure a way out. If something happens I don’t need my contractor going down with me. At least on the outside you might be able to assist me.” Deathstroke commented. Christoph nodded, accepting what he had been told.

“Land outside the city in the dessert, we need to wait for nightfall.”

~11 P.M. Ten miles outside of Al-Qawiya, Bialya's capital city.

“Take us up.” Slade commanded.

The thrusters of the plane ignited, pushing the aircraft into the black night sky. Deathstroke stood at the back of the plane, his armor pristine, his duel pistols fitted with custom-made suppressors, and a single glimmering one-handed sword strapped to his back.

The plane flew silently over the land, and after ten short minutes, came to its destination: Queen Bee’s compound. The back bay door opened and Deathstroke looked down at the roof of the compound two hundred feet below.

“If you don’t get the beacon by daylight, run.” Then, he jumped.

The sound of the wind was deafening as he fell, the air pushing all his armor up, along with his assortment of weapons. The ground was quickly rushing up to meet him. Slade reached up to his chest and pulled the cord, a triangle shaped parachute deployed and dramatically slowed his fall speed, allowing him to disconnect the chute and roll onto the roof instead of smashing into it.

Still crouched down, he looked around, seeing no sentries on this particular part of the roof. He pressed his right temple and his field of vision went green: night vision. The now-blinding flashlights of the guards around the compound made their positions painfully obvious to Slade.

Still crouched, he walked to another part of the roof, kneeling down he recalled the map of the compound he had memorized. “This should be the room.” He said to himself. He unsheathed his sword and plunged it into the building material, slicing it apart with little resistance. He sawed with the razor-sharp blade, forming a hole in the roof big enough for him to slide through.

Before the chunk of roof could fall to the room below, he pried it up with his sword, grabbed the chunk and pulled it up and to the side of the roof, out of the way. He slowly lowered his head into the room, scoping it out.

One half-asleep guard at the door, and his target asleep in bed, Queen Bee. If the guard was half as competent as he should have been he would have seen the shining blade coming through the ceiling. He pulled his head back up and positioned himself so he could drop down in one fluid motion.

He let his legs go in first, held up by his arms on either side of the hole before letting himself drop. His boots hit with a thunk of metal on hard floor, marble perhaps. The guard was roused, his assault rifle moving back into his arms from his lap. Although he was far too slow for Slade, before the guard could see what was happening Slade's dagger was through his throat, Deathstroke's hand covering his mouth to silence his gasps for breath.

Slade spun around, ready to fight his target but was met with her still sleeping form. He smirked to himself, crouching down and sheathing his dagger in its holster strapped to his ankle. He approached the bed, the woman silently laying there. It would be so easy. He took out the sedative from a pouch on his waistband. He brought it to the woman's lips and pressed it past her teeth. He then brought his fingers to her throat and gently massaged her jugular until he saw the large capsule be swallowed.

He waited a few minute for the sedative to kick in before pulling the beacon from his belt and clicked in a small indentation atop the orb, lighting up small lights around the equator. It then began to pulse and let out a quiet chirping sound every few seconds. He pulled the sheets from the body of the dictator and slung her limp form over his shoulder. He then pulled the last piece of equipment he had brought with him on this mission, a small banner with a spiked end that he rammed into the empty mattress. A small Qurac banner hung from the pole.

Moments later the sound of the plane's engines could be heard overhead. A collapsible metal ladder fell through the hole Slade had cut in the roof. Christoph sure was a good pilot for a pencil pushing contractor.  Slade then climbed up the ladder into the plane, pulled the ladder up, and closed the trap door. He quickly set Queen Bee down and tied her hands and feet up with some rope from the back of the plane, complete with duct tape over her mouth.

Slade strolled into the cockpit, Christoph waiting nervously. “Let's go.” With that, the plane sailed into the night.

spooky scary skeletons

>one day fluttershit was in her cottage

>she sat by the fire, snuggled into her blanket made from a bear pelt.

>She sipped gingerly from her frosted mug filled with a cocktail of fresh animal cum.

>after the abuse her loose vagina had just taken, the cool glass and to her lips mixed with the warm ropey strands rolling down her throat was comforting.

>As she was sitting by the fire, charred and cracked bones at the bottom, about to fall asleep from the overdose of sleep pills she took religiously...

>there is a thump from upstairs.

"God fucking dammit." Fluttershit mumbles, getting up from the chair and throwing the bear skin to the floor. "If that fucking rabbit got into my bad-dragon again, i swear to god..."

>she walks up the staircase and into her room

>the shadows from the nearby trees throw figures all over her room through her window.

>on the floor lay a plastic statue she had won last year from most cumshots taken to the face.

>She picks up the statue and can almost still feel the ooze on it.

>a bright light illuminates the room behind her.

>fluttershit spins around to find 3 ghosts of long-dead animals before her

>a bear

>a dog

>and a lion

>"Flutttershit, we have come to fuck your asshole once more."the bear spoke in a spooky tone.

>before fluttershit could respond, the loin was upon her, her mounted her tiny flank and his spined cock grew to full length, brushing against her cutie mark.

>fluttershit looked back at the hard ghost cock but her head was caught by the claws of the bear. His ursine cock just a few inches from her lips.

>the claws bit into her jaws, forcing her mouth open for his dick to slip in.

>as the cock bottomed out in her slut throat, the wolf slid under her, his knotted dogdick scraping against her stomache.

>The lion put his dick to the rim of her ass and pushed forward, penetrating her painfully, with only the slickness of ghostdick as lube

>the wolf pumped forward, his doggycock slipping in fluttershit's gaping vag

>before she knew what was happening, fluttershit was getting reamed by 3 ghostie animals in all her holes.

>The 9 inch long bear cock that had been choking her sudenly exploded, bursting green ghost cum into her throat. it was strangely cold.

>as the dick slid out of her mouth, fluttershy started to cough violently, spewing cum all over the wolf's chest.

>he didn't seem to notice as he slammed his knot into her cunt, then shooting her ghost load inside her as well.

>finally, the wolf bit down on her neck, drawing blood before shooting her load up her slutty ass.

>The lion dismounted, and the cum started to leak out of her ass, down her cheeks and fell to the ground between her legs.

>the wolf whimmpered before slowly loosening his knot from her hole, luckily she was such a whore that her pussy was suitable for a horse cock and soon the knot slipped out, followed by a flood of semen that fell onto his lap.

>Fluttershit looked up after her coughing fit to see the wolf disappearing after the other two leaving her to stew in their juices.

>she promptly passed out in a puddle of green cum.

>she awoke in the morning, sticky and reeking of a stench unknown to her.

"The fuck happened?" Fluttershit asked herself.

"Oh wait, i remember. a shitty roll."

Jinora fights with a Vine

Jinora was quickly drug away in her vine cocoon after calling for help, but Mako and Korra were a good half an hour away from where they new the young, nubile airbender to be. The vines finally stopped pulling Jinora down the rough street when it came to a building, a green glow emanating from inside.

The tight constriction of the vines loosened up and allowed the young teen to fall to the ground, she got only a moment of respite before the vines were upon her again, only a few at first,  poking and prodding at her arms, back, tummy, legs. Then they got aggressive, trying to slither and slide their way under her clothing, they quickly succeeded, as spirit vines have a natural ectoplasmic lubricant.

They writhed under her tight air-bending suit, exploring her warm flesh, quickly finding the extra layer of defense that were her pair of undergarmets. Naturally the vines wanted to breach the defenses and get at whatever it was they were protecting, they quickly slipped under her bra and panties, finding her pert sensitive nipples. They were extra responsive as she is a growing girl, the slighting slithering flick elicited an unwanted moan. The vines took notice of her response, and more joined in to play with the little human, to make her wiggle and twist and gasp and quake at their touch.

The vines that had explored her panties wrapped itself around her thigh, slightly oscillating, warming up the virgin teen to the idea of sex. Jinora's cute, uncorrupted cunny began to come to life, her juices starting to flow at the stimulation. Jinora cringed a bit at the feeling of warmth rushing between her legs, disappointed at herself for actually enjoying this in some way. Other vines once again got the memo on another of her erogenous zones as two more vines closed in on her crotch, quickly slipping under both layers of clothing to explore her nether regions.

One of the invading vines explored her other leg, winding its way around the thigh just as the other did, and the third lay right down the middle, its soft swamp-like texture resting on the underage girl's lower set of lips, it was cool on her skin, especially on the burning hot opening that was her virgin pussy. The tip of the vine that lay against it started to explore, its tip flicking down, very minutely inserting itself inside Jinora, but this was just a tease for the horny girl, she wanted NEEDED more. She almost unconsciously began to sway and rock her hips, trying to force the friction that she so desperately wanted on an animalistic level.

The vine happily obliged and firmly stiffened itself to let the girl masturbate herself against it, with the two vine around her legs held firm and even helped lift her off the ground a little bit during the forward thrust. Jinora nipples quickly began firm and hard as the blood rushed through her body, the adrenaline starting to kick in. the couple of vines that were still on her tits hastily wrapped around the buds and began lightly tugging, much to the teen's pleasure.

The vine between Jinora's legs, not slick with her juice lined itself up and sunk its way into Jinora's sweet young cunt, punching through her hymen. A shocked face, feeling both pleasure and pain was painted on Jinora's face as the vine dived in as deep as it could before its own girth stopped it. Once firmly planted inside the girl's tight teen pussy it began to wiggle around, exploring the tight hot crevice. The detailed, texture sides of the vine rubbing against her wet squishy walls quickly drove the inexperienced girl to orgasmic bliss, with the help of the tow vines tugging at her nipples in a rhythmic fashion, or course.

Jinora came with never before felt pleasure, her legs shaking, every muscle from her stomach down convulsing in orgasm, her juice quickly formed puddles around the tentacle that was stuffing her vagina, before they became too big and ran down the vine and onto the fabric of her wing suit. The vine stopped moving as the girl bucked and squirmed in uncontrollable spasm, merely holding still and riding it out with her. It didn't begin to pull out of her until after she had settled down, the vines holding onto her nipples released her and slid back out from under her clothing. The vines holding her legs had fled as soon as he started to buck so viciously. But when the vine lodged inside of her made a move to pull itself free from her incredibly tight embrace she moaned and squirmed as pleasure coursed through her sensitive and spent body.

The vine pulled itself free, leaving Jinora laying on the ground, panting, looking into nothingness, her eyes glassed over and her mouth wide open, her tongue lolling out of it like a dog in the summer. And, of course with a massive wet stain in the crotch of both her panties and the wing suit.

Shyvanna

>be anon

>be walking up steps to Shyvanna's room, her grasping you hard around the shoulders in her drunken stupor

>she is using you as a support to stumble up the steps, her strong hand around your shoulder.

>You both get to her door and she fumbles with the knob, cracking it open after a few tries.

>She pushes the door open and pulls you in with her

>she lets go of you and heads over to the in-living room kitchenette

>her gauntlet are sitting under the helmet side by side, next to her armor plating.

>she has been wearing a simple red dress all night

>her 'going out' clothes, you assume.

>how you actually got her to take you home from the bar was an inconceivable luck streak, especially for a basement dwelling faggot like yourself.

>you saw her, already inebriated at the bar, in a luscious red dress with yellow flame designs on the hips, her light purple hair back in a single braid running down her spine, a dark blue druken blush painting her purple-grayish cheeks.

>but here you are, fedora placed ascue on your head, neckbeard teeming with nervous sweat.

>”cum're cutie...” Shyvanna slurs from the buffet that separates the two rooms of her apartment.

>she takes a wobbly step towards you another liquor bottle in her hand.

>you don't immediately take her command and instead she comes to you, wrapping and arm around you, almost falling into you.

>The dress is starting to fall down, the hem just barely covering her nipples as she smashes her ample breasts into your arm.

>she leans in and kisses your cheek, her lips feel unusually warm.

>As she leans away she hesitates at your ear to exhale, you feel her hot breath against your ear and neck.

>you are becoming excited, from her advances you can feel your micro penis start to harden, something that is rare since you serve early onset erectile dysfunction is in full-effect most of the time.

>”Come on, I'm ready for a little fun, boy.” She says, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards her bedroom.

>you look into her eyes as you walk towards the open door, her amber eyes look rounder than usual, more soft and inviting.

>she quickly walks backwards right into her bed and falls down, never letting go of your hands she drags you on top of her.

>your tiny boner is poking her thigh

>she rolls you over so she is on top

>she stands up and reaches down, grinding her thumb nails under the fabric of the dress, clipping the small panty strings keeping her underwear up

>she bends down as you see her panties come down around her ankles

>she stands back up, putting a hand on her hip and smiling wildly.

>that's when you realize something horrible

>you look down between her legs and see the outline of a lump pressing against her dress.

>before you can formulate what that bulge is, she unzips her own dress, letting it slide down her figure onto the floor

>she is wearing a red lace bra and nothing else

>you swallow hard, the lump in your throat not going away as your eyes go wide with terror

>she has a dick

>half-way erect and pointing at the ground right now, you can see from here, that the top is riveted with small nubs, you have no idea what they are for.

>she reaches down and grabs the base of her cock, pulling it up to face you, it is long enough that it still droops out of her palm as she walks towards you, still sitting on the bed her cock wobbles as it is slowly getting harder, longer, and thicker.

>she comes to a stop with the cock inches from your lips

>your mouth is agate with shock and fear from finding out this beautiful dragon woman you thought you were going to get to fuck has a dragon cock that measures in easily at nine inches long.

>”Come on lover... worship me.” She commands, repositioning her hand on her now fully erect cock, the head bobbing with every pulse of blood.

>she grabs the middle of the shaft and pulls back, the foreskin that was enveloping the back of the head is removed, leaving you so see the underside of the cock, and how the bottom of the shaft is studded, like a square pyramid there are scales that stack upon one another as you go farther back towards her body.

>Your hesitation at her magnificent dragon cock annoys Shyvanna

>”Need a little encouragement?” She asks, not waiting for your reply she knocks the fedora from your head and grabs your greasy scalp, nails digging in as she moves you head forward effortlessly.

>The tip of her gray rock-hard cock smashes against you lips, pressing them against you teeth, grinding away at them looking for entrance into your mouth.

>You waver and crack open just a little bit, and she takes the opportunity, thrusting her hips forward, forcing the head of her dragon cock into you mouth.

>”Ahh, yeah.” She moans, loosening the grip on her cock.

>the taste of her is mainly tasteless, with a faint hint of salt

>its just tastes like flesh, at the start anyway.

>your tongue can feel the scales of the bottom side of her cock, your teeth grazing them

>you can feel her cockhead press against the roof of your mouth, the spongy head grinding against it for extra friction.

>she begins to push forward, gripping your head harder to make sure you stay in place and take more cock in your gullet.

> two more inches and you hit your limit, only a third of her cock in your mouth and you can take no more.

>she lets go of your head, trusting you to service her on your own without having to be mouth fucked.

>you oblige and slowly bob your head back, leaving only the very tip in your mouth.

>you grab her cock and take it out of your mouth, licking her tip

>you being to stroke her cock, your saliva lubricating the motion

>you put her cock back in your mouth, pressing it into your cheek, seeing if that would allow you to get any deeper.

>it doesn't, but Shyvanna seems to think its cute.

>”alright boy, you have really gotten me in the mood, get on the bed.” she commands

>you quietly obey, sitting on the edge of the bed

>she comes up behind you and places both hands your shoulders and pushes you back

>she climbs on top of you and flips you over, then grabs your hips and pulls your pants down, tearing them off your ankles, you underwear went with them

>she digs claws into the back of your shirt and rips it to shreds, leaving you completely naked.

>you feel her hands grip your ass cheeks, quickly kneeding them like dough before spreading them wide open with her thumbs.

>you grip the sheets in anticipation before feeling her hot breath on your asshole

>you look back to see her smirking at you

>”This needs lubed up first.” she explains

>she then lets loose her massive tongue and probes you ass, sliding past your entrance with ease and wriggling down inches inside your colon, tonguing your prostate in a wild flailing to wet your hole.

>she retracts her tongue from you ass and spits again on her cock, rubbing it over the base of her dick, the part you couldn't suck because you are a bitch.

>Shyvanna once again grabs her dick and lines it up with your ass, poking the entrance with her girty dragon cock

>one press

>you clench and the dick goes off the the side

>she relines and presses again

>only the fist ¼ of the head goes in before your body pushes her back out.

>She grunts in aggravation before you feel one of her fingers jam its way inside your back door.

>she leans over you, you feels her dragon cock poking your ass cheek as she whispers in your ear “relax, this won't hurt much...” She begins to gyrate her finger inside you, loosening you up a bit.

>you feel a second finger come next the second, pushing its way inside your hole

>you can feel her spread her fingers, spreading your ass making way for her cock.

>once you are feeling good from the fingers poking and prodding your prostate you feel her lean in closer and put the tip of her dick against her fingers.

>she quickly slides her fingers out and pushes her cockhead in,

>before you have time to protest she keeps pushing, thrusting the head inside

>you immediately start to clench to push her out, gripping the sheets in pain, but her cock is like a rock.

>she begins to slowly pump tiny incremental thrusts to move and loosen you up without slipping out of you.

>you soon find yourself taking her entire length up the ass, after the first few inches you can't feel how deep it is anyway, its the girth you feel, the delightful fullness of her thick scaled cock gripping and flicking your entrance every time she pulls out is driving you crazy, especially when paired with her soft cock head rubbing against your prostate with each thrust.

>your hips are moving on their own!

>this cock is driving you crazy!

>you can feel her cock pounding inside you, throbbing with each thrust, getting fuller, bigger.

>you know she is about to spray her seed all over you insides.

>you can't take it anymore, it's all too much.

>”Iku! Iku! Iku!” you scream at the top of your weeaboo lungs.

>She lets out a mighty roar behind you as your cum dribbles out and onto the bedsheets.

>you can feel intense heat explode from behind you

>you look back to see a burning drake with its claws in the wall at the head of the bed and rapidly pumping its dragon cock in your ass.

>you collapse with your face down ass up, the intense heat radiating off Shyvanna's dragon body was burning you being so close, thats what happens when you are white as a ghost from never going outside.

>she is fucking your ass on the break of orgasm, embers flaring from her nostrils.

>even if you wanted to get away from the heat, there is no escape now.

>you hear her grunt a gutteral throaty moan, her head bends down, eyes clamped shut

>then you feel it, he cock it pulsing harder than even inside you, she is balls deep cumming.

>the cum shoots forth into your ass.

>it is as hot as lava

>it instantly starts burning through your body

>you scream in pain as you try to crawl away, but as you do more and more lava cum shoot out,melt lines through your body

>even after her cock pops out of you, streams of magma shoot onto your back, burning through you as you take one last breat.

>you died

>bad end

>git gud, shitter

Peridot Rubdown

i had to look up terms for what to call a cut off limb and it made me want to throw up. you perishit fags are the worst kind of degenerate.

>be anon

>on gem homeworld

>In some gem’s room

>she kind of just picked you up and drug you away

>you are more or less a slave here anyway, despite not being able to work at all

>they were disappointed when they found out you can’t walk through fire or lift a thousand pounds

>so now you just kind of ‘clean up’ around the ‘office’ you ‘work’ at

>and this green chick just scooped you up and took you away

>you think you have seen her around once in a while, always with roombas or some shit, and typically fixing some machine.

>she must be some kind of maintenance worker

>she just came in her room and threw you down off her should onto what appears to be a couch

>she looked at you and just said “stay” like talking to a dog.

>she leaves the room for a moment and all is silent, you fidget and look around. the place is immaculate, a large monitor sits against the wall, with a half-circle console in front of it, lined with buttons

>other than that the room is pretty bare, some more roombas opened up on a table, with robo guts and tools scattered about.

>she walks back into the room, holding a bottle

>it looks like tanning lotion.

“Okay, human. you are going to assist me tonight.” She says sitting down on the couch next to you.

>”Service?” you ask, slight excitement in your voice.

>She puts the bottle down and bends over slightly, her hands reaching for the top of her boots.

>she taps the knee pad and the boot falls to the floor

>you can see space between what just fell off and her thigh.

>she repeats with the other legs before scooting back on the couch, her stumps barely long enough to get past the edge.

>fucking disgusting amputee

“Yes, my gem damaged during the war on your planet, i lost my legs and have been unable to reform them. So i have to apply this, she reaches down and grabs the bottle, every week or so to keep my legs from crumbling completely away

>”What is it?” you ask

>she hands you the bottle, the symbols on the front are illegible

“A type of mineral oil. So go on.” She nudges you to get down onto the floor and begin

>”So, you just want me to…”

“Rub it all over my legs, yes

>’eww’ you think, a grimace forcing itself upon you.

“ehhm” she clears her throat, her brow starting to furrow looking at you, she wiggles her nubs at you.

>you get down on your knees and are about to try to lift her boots out of the way when she shift position, laying down part way, so her legs are where you were sitting a moment ago.

>if she wasn’t a disgusting ¾ gem, she might actually be hot.

>you open the bottle up, it doesn’t have any scent, so you spurt some out in your hands

>its a clear liquid and tingles a bit

>you slowly reach out, not wanting to touch her

>she is getting impatient, and reaches out, clasping onto your wrist, pressing it down onto her leg.

>you begin to rub the liquid over her, she is slightly warm her body feels strange, pushing down she doesn’t seem to have actual muscle or bone, but she isn’t squishy either.

>you stroke up and down her leg, avoiding the endcap,  getting it all nice and slick as it starts to soak in

“Don’t forget the backside” She lifts her leg.

>you hands start to go down, her inner thigh.

>you try to look at her reaction as your hand is a few inches from fingering her

>no response.

>gems aren’t for sexual?

>you move to her other leg, forgoing the back of her thighs, you figured it would be a bad idea to put your shoulder into her non-existent snatch to reach that far back.

>you rub down her other leg.

>“O-okay.” you announce

>she looks down at you, frowns then flips over, revealing her nice bubble but

>why does she have a shapely ass if they don’t sex?

>you continue to rub her, spurting more oil onto her legs you finish oiling her down, intentionally brushing her ass a few times, she didn’t seem to notice, so you continue to do it, your boner starting to grow against your will.

“You still aren’t done. She moves one of her legs up, pointing the severed point towards your face.

>oh god

>you spurt out more oil onto your hands and rub them together.

>hands shaking, eyes closed, you reach out and touch her nub

>you begin to spin your hands around, coating the nub in oil.

>its not as bad as you thought, just slightly more firm than the rest of her leg, it was still smooth and warm, but just felt strange.

>you quickly finish her other leg and cap the oil

>you get back up and sit on the far end of the couch

>she flips over and looks at you

>you see her eyes drop from your face to your lap

“Hmm.”

>she quickly sits up and comes at you, grabbing your shoulder and her other hand going straight for your crotch

>”what are you doing?” you jump back

“I noticed a change in your physiology, i have never gotten to study a human before…”

>she doesn’t wait for a response and climbs on top of you, pinning you down with her gem strenth.

>the fingers from one hand disperse and walk their way up to your hands, clasping to one another and locking your hands up above your head and to the sofa.

>her other hand goes straight to your crotch and tears away at your zipper.

>your hard on is in full force now, you love nonconsensual acts.

>iit is pressing against your boxers and now that the zipper and button from your pants is gone, the bulge is easily visible now.

“Hmmm” she hums, flicking open the flap of fabric holding back the boner

>cock springs forward, right into her face.

“Oh..” she says, grabbing the tip with two fingers

>you grunt, her fingers are too jagged and course.

“Tell me human, for what purpose is this used?” Her dagger fingers start stabbing different spots on your shaft.

>jesus christ stop.

>”reproduction!” just let her stop.

“I know you humans reproduce sexually, doesn’t that mean you need some kind of deposit method?

>she pokes your balls with her knives

“how do you get your sample into human females?”  She twists her wrist and the finger digs in

>”Ahh, you rub it.”

>wrong answer

“Oh, like this?” She asks, wrapping all her sharp fingers around your cock

>she isn’t moving and you can feel them starting to cut you.

>she moves her hand up an inch and it feels like 4 knives scraping against your skin.

>”No!” you scream, and surprisingly she stopped.

>”that is way too sharp, it has to be smooth!”

>she release you

“Oh i see… how about this?”  

>she repositions and has her thighs on either side of your cock.

>oh god no. not that.

>she slowly clamps her ‘legs’ closed

>you feel her warm firm skin press against your cock

“Like this?” She asks

>unf

>she applies heavy pressure with her gem strength and begins to rub up and down with her legs, oscillating them up and down

>oh god why does this feel good?

>its like tittyfucking some slut with firm tits

> she quickens her pace, any human would get tired from this, their muscle would ache from the strange repetitive motions

>but not this creepy crazy gem.

>she keeps stroking your cock with her nubs, up and down in a perfect rhythm.

>her legs still slick from the oil, it slides in between them so easily.

>the tingly sensation you felt on your hands in now all over your cock and balls

>so warm, tingly, and that hard pressure

>you tilt your head back and close your eyes

>you can feel your balls start to tighten

>oh fuck

“i do not see-” she begins as you cum, stopping her mid sentence.

>you keep your eyes closed and expect to feel her strike you for the sudden burst.

>you open you eyes and see her legs still firmly clamped around your dick, strands of cum covering her legs.

>she has a perplexed expression on her face

“I see.” She finally states, shifting off of you, releasing your hands and scooting back over to her boots

>she quickly fastens her calves to her thighs and stands up while you put your pants back on

>you barely get your pants fastened when she picks you up by the scruff of your shift off the couch.

>she walks you to the door and pushes you out.

>before she closes the door, she simply says “thank you for your services.”

>you can still seem the cum on her thighs seeping down her legs and onto her boots

>she closes the door on you

“hey!” Comes a gruff voice behind you down the hall a ways.

>this big, lumbering gem orange skin with what looks like red tiger stripes all over her body is the source

>”what do you think you’re doing out without an escort, maggot?”

>she quickly closes the distance and picks you up in one hand, her hands rough and strong

“I was just..”

>she doesn’t let you finish.

“Seeing as you don’t like to follow the rules, i have some punishment lined up for you.”

>she sling  you over her shoulder and starts to walk down the hallway

>she finally stops at a door and opens it up

>its another private quarters

>fuck

Greg's Late Night

Greg has taken a bit of a break from his tour to play gigs, he has been crashin’ at this rockin’ babe’s place, some sort of magical guardian, he Didn’t believe her at first, but had been show otherwise. Her name was Rose, and she was the only person to come out to his Beach City concert. He played a few songs for her, and after the show they got together and talked, its not like he had anything better to do. One thing led to another, she offered him a place to stay and he had been living there for the past month or so.

Rose’s roommates, the rest of her galactic warrior friends didn’t seem to like or dislike greg for the most part, not at first anyway. After a while of just being standoff-ish the smallest, Amethyst befriended him, turns out that they had more in common than one would think. Rose and Greg started dating, she loved everything and her warmth was infectious. They had even fooled around a little bit, nothing too serious as neither of them knew what might happen.

Late one moonless night Greg is sleeping on the futon in Rose’s ‘house’, its out in the open, not quite the living room but in clear sight of all the gem’s doors.Greg is laying there, half asleep, something had just roused him. He looks out the corner of his eye towards the gem’s door and hear the distinctive sound of one of them sliding shut.

‘Amethyst getting another late night snack.’ he thinks to himself, shutting his eyes again, trying to go back to sleep. He lays there a while waiting to hear the door reopen, or the fridge to open. He hears neither it is dead silent in the house. Greg begins to think it was his imagination and tries to fall back asleep. He can’t, he feels like he is being watched, he senses a presence near him. He rolls towards it an cracks his eyes open, squinting into the darkness. A figure, a silhouette is barely visible, it is massive and looming over his bed.

“Rose?”

The figure does not answer. Greg feels a weight on the edge of the bed, she sat down. Greg is looking at the deep dark silhouette trying to make out Rose’s face, but can’t. He suddenly feels big strong hands run over her stomach and over his chest, Fingernail scratching into her flesh.

“Oh,” Greg start to slowly chuckle, tickled by the light pressure “this is new.” Greg reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her down beside him. She didn’t resist and lay down on the groaning bed, her hand resting on his manly hairy chest. She keeps clenching and unclenching her hand, letting her fingers run through his hair, scratching his chest.

“Rose, are you okay?” Greg asks, lifting his head a bit. He feels her plant her hand in his chest and push off a bit, bringing her head directly above his. He can feel her long curly hair brush against his face. She leans down and peck him on the lips. Her big luscious lips, soft as always. Greg wraps an arm around her back and pulls her back down, for a deeper more passionate kiss. She is hesitant at first, but quickly opens up to him. She is much more aggressive tonight, actively fighting his tongue for dominance.

She pulls away, only to straddle greg, her knees on either side of his hips. In the low light greg can barely make out the silhouette of her bust, big and full. She sits back, her butt on his thighs, her hands on his meaty shoulders, and leans over again for another deep kiss. They go at it, making out like teenagers, Greg find his hands on his lover’s thighs, rubbing them through the material she was wearing. The dress, he assumed, the gems never seemed to change outfits.

His hands creep upwards, feeling her stomach, fingers coasting over the open spot, where her gem in located. He vaguely notices it wasn’t hard, it felt like bare flesh. He ignores it and keeps moving his hands up, until they are right under her bust. She pulls back, grabs a hold of his wrists, signally for him to stop.

“Ya know, we really shouldn’t be doing this, the others… could come out at any second.” Greg warns, looking up at his lover’s outline. Greg notices she takes a glance at the other doors. Still holding onto his wrists, Rose pull his hands up a bit more, and plants them firmly onto her breasts. Greg moans in delight, he hands automatically start kneading, squeezing, feeling every inch of her perfect breasts.

His left hand creeps down under the fabric atop her right breast, He can feel her erect nipple brush against the back of his hand as he pulls the dress down enough to release the mammoth mammary from its cloth prison. His right hand, at the same time climbs its way up her chest, go towards her neck. But his thumbs catches on something. Smooth hard surface, right above her breasts. Gregs hand instinctively moves towards it, examining it, explore this newfound surface.

Greg’s lover had stopped her pawing and rubbing of greg’s shoulders. She tries to pull back, but not before greg got a good feel of what that was. It was cool to the touch, the opposite of how her skin was. It was familiar but different all at once. He knew that feel from being with Rose for such a period of time. It was a gem.

“A-Amethyst?” Greg questioned to the figure still on top of him. He quickly rolled to his side and flicked the switch on a bedside lamp. Light assaulted his eyes in the dark house, he looked through squinted eyes trying to make out who exactly was sitting on him. His eyes adjusted and he opened them fully to find a purple version of Rose on his lap. She was rose’s double in every way except for the color of her skin. Her eyes with big as saucers, just staring at greg, a dark purple blush painted across her scared expression.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Asked Greg, suddenly becoming fully aware of the situation. He reeled back, pulling himself out from under Amethyst disguised as Rose. A flash of purple light blinded greg for a moment and the faux Rose was gone. In her place sat Amethyst, still blushing profusely. At least shrinking back down to her normal sized covered her chest. She did not answer right away, but again looked back at the gem’s doors.

Greg followed her gaze to the door and considered calling for help, he knew how inhumanly strong the gems were. Apparently Amethyst had the same idea and lunged forward, covering his mouth.

“Shh…” She whispers to him “let me try to explain.”

Greg struggles away from Amethyst's hands over his mouth. But doesn’t say anything, he just looks up at her with a frown, waiting for an explanation.

“Okay…” Amethyst begins “basically Rose was bragging about how great you were and I… got jealous.”

Greg’s frown deepens.

“Uhhg, okay! I’m sorry I tried to trick you, but I was curious… You two have been spending so much time together and I… I felt like i was losing my best friend.” Amethyst sheepishly explain, looking away to hide her embarrassment.

Greg’s expression became a little softer at the pseudo-apology.

“It was a stupid idea.” Amethyst whispered.

“Look.” Greg finally spoke up. “Just… don’t ever try anything like this again, okay? And then maybe we can just keep this to ourselves?”

Amy perked up at the recommendation. She nodded graciously at him before finally dismounting his lap. She turned to walk back to her room without another word, but stopped. She turned back to Greg and whispered “You’re not as bad as Pearl says.”

“Wait, what?”

The reason I'm called daterape

>be anon

>be new gem in Steven's universe

>your gem is emerald

>it is embedded in your cock shaft

>you don't know your weapon, or how to activate it

>have a crush on Amethyst

>too beta to ask her out.

>been working up the nerve for a while now

>always pussy out when her big purple eyes lock onto yours

>but today's the day!

>this time you'll really do it!

>Amethyst is flipping through channels on the TV in the living room, sprawled out on the couch

>steven is out with connie

>pearl and garnet are probably looking for some lost artifact, point is you are home alone with Amy.

>you walk around the back of the couch and sit next to her

“Anything good on?” you ask.

>”Nah, not really, she looks at you through the thick locks covering her eye. She clicks off the TV

“So, I was thinking....” You say, starting to sweat, you feel the blood rushing to your face.

>”Hmm?”

“Well, since everyone else is gone, if maybe, I mean if you wanted to...”

>She lifts an eyebrow as you fumble your way through the sentence

“Go out to eat or something?”

>without missing a beat she answers, completely calm, in complete contrast to how your chest is thumping against your chest

>”Yeah sure.”

>she quickly gets up and throws on a light jacket, its chilly out.

>you don't bother with a jacket and walk her out the door.

“So, where do you wanna go?” you ask, starting across the beach.

>”Steven told me about these things called frybits, they sound weird but they are pretty good, and I'm jones'in for some.”

“Fast food? Oh...” you say, disappointed.

>”Yeah, you said just get a bite to eat right, I didn't think you wanted to sit down somewhere?” She asks, looking over at you as you two get off the sandy beach and onto the concrete of town

“N-no, its fine, whatever you want.”

>you go by the fryshack and get some bits, and a few greaseball burgers. You decide to go back home to eat, but before you head back that way you ask amethyst if she wouldn't mind stopping by the gas station real quick so you can go in and get something.

>she agrees and you two walk to the nearest gas station

>she follows you in and automatically gravitates towards the junk food while you walk to the back wall

>liquor, some cheap wine, beer

>you get an idea

>you pick up a few cheap bottles of wine and some vodka, along with some .

>you walk to the counter, arms full of alcohol and ask if she is ready

>she comes to the front holding at least four bags of potato chips and cookies.

>you sigh and pay for it all before the clerk gives you a few bags to carry everything in.

>”So...” Ameythst says on your walk back home. Speaking between mouthfuls of barbeque chips from the open bag she cradles in her arms “what did you get?”

“Oh, something very special, It.... It's magic exlier.”

>”From the gas station?” She blows out air, making her plump lips smack together “yeah right.” She flicks her hair away from her face.

“Don't believe me? It makes you feel extra strong.” You smirk at her.

>She raises an eyebrow.

“I'll let you try it when we get home...

>”Why not now?” She asks as you step onto the beach once again

>You are almost home and decide to let her taste some, you take out one of the wines, some red cherry garbage.

>You know it will be awful, upon opening it you can smell the cheap alcohol and inferior quality.

>You hand her the bottle and she wraps her lips around it, if you were a perverted man, you might be excited by that.

>She turns it straight up

>You start to laugh at what you know will happen next.

>Her eyes shoot open and cheek well with liquid her throat refuses to swallow

>She rips the bottle from her lips before turning it right side up, pouring red liquid all over the sand before spitting the contents of her mouth out.

>”Uhhh!” she moans, her tongue hanging out, stained red from the wine. “That's awful!”

>You snicker and take the bottle from her.

“Well, it is more of an adult beverage, I should have known you wouldn't like it...” You take a step forward, watching her out the corner of your eye.

>Her face scrunches together in frustration

>Perfect.

>”It-its just... why would you drink that stuff? Its tastes horrible.” She grumbles, following behind you.

“For the magical powers, of course.” you lie.

>you arrive at the house and trudge up the stairs.

>”You are a total liar, Anon.” She accuses, “that stuff doesn't have any magic powers, you just wanted to trick me!”

“No no, I promise it does. Here, I know a few ways to make it taste better.” You tell her, walking through the door.

>You head to the kitchen counter and set down several bottles of alcohol. You open the fridge, and pull out some Coca Cola

>You grab her a glass and pour it about 20-80 rum and coke

>She has planted herself on the couch, the TV is on but the volume is so low its just background mumbles.

“Here, try this.” You say handing her the glass.

> She eyes it suspiciously and sniffs the rim.

>"Smells different, but still a little like that other stuff."

“Sip it this time.” you instruct

>Amy tilts the glass and slurps a bit out of it.

>She smacks her lips and rolls her tongue out once, looking up and to the right, trying to pick out flavors.

>”It just tastes like co-” She stops mid sentence.

>”Oh...” She says putting a hand to her throat.

>”It burns.”

>She sets the glass down on the coffee table and picks up one of Garnet's dumbbells that she totally keeps in the living room.

>”But, I don't feel any stronger.”

“Oh no, you have to drink a lot more than that to feel it.” You tell her “drink that whole glass, I'll get you a different different kind and I'd say after about two or three drinks you'll be as strong as Garnet.” You tell her.

>”I don't see you drinking any.” Amethyst complains.

“Alright, how about shots?”

>”Shots?”

“Yup, it's where we drink concentrated 'shots' of the potion, it burns pretty bad, but it makes it work faster.” You cap that off with, “If you don't think your up to it...”

>”Oh please, I can beat you at anything! And I've proved it too!”

>You simply smirk and get up.

>You grab the vodka and two shot glasses.

>You bring them over to the couch and give Amy hers

>You set the vodka, uncapped on the table next to her glass of rum and coke.

“Alright, this is how this works, we both get a shot, we both drink, the first one to quit loses.” You explain

>She agrees, and flaunts some more.

>You take your shot and it burns all the way down.

>You set it down and see Amethyst struggling through it, swallowing hard, forcing it down.

“Too much for ya?”

>”No way, it was a piece of cake...” She makes a sour face.

“Another?”

>”Sure.”

>You two pound down four a piece before Amy folds.

>She is starting to feel it, starting to really feel the effects, this is the first time she has drank, after all.

>You, being a piece of shit low-life drunk your whole life, however, are perfectly fine.

>”Okay, okay you win this time, dweeb.” She laughs, her cheeks are flushed.

>Her eyes looks a bit glazed over, dilated.

“Ya alright?” You ask, raising an eyebrow

>”Yeah..." She looks down at nothing, deep in thought.

>She stares at the floor for a while, before looking up, directly into your eyes and blurting out

>”Do you think I'm pretty?”

“Wha-what?” You stumble, hit by the sheer bluntness of her question.

>”Am I pretty? I was just thinking, guys seem to avoid me, I have never had a boyfriend, I've never even been kissed!” She looks at you, her eyes welling up with tears.

>'Oh boy, looks like the 'lack of inhibitions' is hitting her pretty hard' You think to yourself.

“Ye-yes Amethyst, you are very pretty.” You reassure her.

>Before you can do anything else she falls into you , her head resting on your shoulder.

>”Really?” She asks into your jacket

“Yes, really.” You say, bringing a hand up and starting to stroke her hair.

>”...Thanks Anon, you're sweet.” She purrs.

>You keep stroking her hair and look up at the ceiling.

>A bright purple light comes from you side and makes you squint your eyes

>Amethyst's weight against you is gone, and the thick silken locks your palm had been caressing had vanished

>You look towards where she was sitting to find a pure white cat standing on your thigh. She has a purple gem on her chest.

>She meows at you and walks into your lap, claws at your pants a bit, does a little circle and curls up right there.

>As with any cat, your hand naturally goes to pet the cat.

>She is warm and her fur is soft.

>She starts to purr

>'Uh oh.'

>She is purring, and her whole cat body reverberates those vibrations, right in your lap

>You try to fight it

>Stop it boner

>But he doesn't listen

>Right under her kitty check, you jeweled dick pushes up on her through your pants.

>She stop purring

>You clench your eyes shut, knowing you have just ruined the whole night

>Then something unexpected happens

>her little cat paws start kneading the dickflesh

>playing with it almost

“Uhh, Amethyst? What are you doing?”

>She meows as you before another flash of purple light explodes from her body.

>You look down to see her on all fours, with her hands on your thighs.

>”What's THIS now?” She asks, her hand feeling your bulge.

>She begins to rub it.

>You moan

>She looks at you and smiles

>Oh, you like that, Anon? Well then why don't I....” She trails off, her hand flicks the zipper to your trousers

“A-Amethyst....” You breath.

>She looks into your eyes, asking for permission

“You are so beautiful.” you say, leaning forward

>She smiles and leans forward towards you, until you are inches apart

>She licks your nose and giggles, clearly being drunk is fun for her.

>You lunge forward and lock lips with her.

>Just her lips feel like heaven, so plump and soft, flawless .

>And her taste! You swear she tastes like grape.

>'Is that a gem power?'

>He hands are against your jacket, trying to get a feel for your chest through your clothes.

>Your hands naturally start to move, they instinctively go to the top of her thighs, near her hips

>They keep moving up until they are just below her breasts.

>Instead of following the outside of her shirt, you press straight up, lifting her breasts with your hands, cupping them through her sweater.

>Surprised, her eyes pop open and she moans into your mouth before pulling away and breaking the kiss

>She looks down but her view of your hands fondling the bottoms of her breasts are obscured from her vision

>She takes a moment before looking at you, bringing her right index finger to her mouth and grinning devilishly.

>Amethyst grabs your right wrist with her left hand and moves it away from her body, letting her large breast settle back down into its original position.

>She then bring it back right to the front of her tit, placing your palm right over her nipple, through her bra and sweater.

>”You like these anon?” she asks, looking at you with bedroom eye, her one uncovered eye, that is.

>You nod

“Uh huh...”

>Her tits feel great, even thought the fabric, very soft, very squishy. A lot of give, but you can definitely feel some firmness once you start to squeeze.

>Amy grins even wider before pulling you hands away and whipping her sweater off with the ease of a trained professional

>She repositions herself in your lap

>You are now face to face with her chest, nothing is between you and her perfect melons buy a small layer of fabric

>You swallow hard and lick you lips at the banquet of flesh sitting before you.

>”I'm not done yet.” She says looking down.

>You see a purple flash in front of your face

>You turn away from the bright light

>Upon turning back you find the same sight, only better

>She just grew herself easily two cup sizes.

>Her gigantic mammaries are literally spilling out over the now too-small bra.

>”Unf.” She groans atop you.

>With a bit of effort she reaches behind her, and with a soft 'click' the bra strap come to either side of her chest.

>The bra hangs there for a few moments, glued to her big tits before she pulls it away

>Her breast are immaculate. Any porn star would need several surgeries to come anywhere close to the size and shape.

>They are very large, over a handful for each breast, but still very perky, something unnatural, but god if it doesn't look so right.

>Her plump nipples are large, but not overly big for the size of the surrounding mound of flesh. Her nipples are already hard.

>Before you really get a chance to marvel at her perfection, she gets impatient and thrust her nipple towards you mouth, instructing you to get to work.

>Simple enough

>You open you mouth and take it in

>She is so warm

>As you start to work her over you feel her hands start at your shoulders and start to work up your neck and into your hair

>She begins to pant lightly as you swirl your tongue around that sweet patch of skin, lightly suckling on it.

>Then she begins to do something else

>Something that makes you smile

>You feel her hips start to sway back and forth, trying to grind on something, anything, trying to hit something for friction.

>You bear your teeth and grip her tender nipple between your teeth, squeezing it.

>She gasps and pulls back, tearing her tit from you mouth and looks down at you, with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

>You smile, wrapping your hands around her waist before burying your face in her pillowy tits. Its like having hot memory foam pillows in velvet pillow cases wrapped around your face

>Feels good man

>You feel hands on your shoulder as she pushed you out of her massive cleavage

>”You really like these, huh, Anon? Then let's do something else...” She grins

>She crawls out of your lap and unzips her pants, letting her pants fall to her ankle before kicking them to the side.

>She is only wearing her panties now.

>Cute, small, only a little slutty, pink star panties.

>She puts either hand on your knees and slowly kneels down between your legs.

>Her hands inch up your thighs until they run over your bulge and get to your zipper

>She unbuttons your trousers and unzips them, pulling them down around your ankles

>She starts to giggle, putting her hand to her lips

>You look down, what is she laughing about?

>Oh, that's what

>You have on rubber ducky boxers

>”Whoa Anon, I didn't know you were into THAT.” She teases

>You raise an eyebrow and look down at her

>She goes for the little button on the boxers that is keeping your cock from exploding in her face.

>”Hmmm...” She hums, flicking the button open

>Your dick rockets up to meet Amethyst's lips.

>”Oh, well hello there handsome.” She smiles, grabbing the tip

>She opens her mouth and gives the head of your dick a little lick

>Her wet warmth makes you shudder

>She looks up at you for a second before kissing the bottom of your cock head

>Amy moves her head up slightly and kisses the tip, holding it for a moment before going lower and engulfing it in her mouth.

>She gets just past the head before stopping, she looks up at your from the top of her eyes and swirl her tongue around the head.

>”Uhhhg.” You moan, pushing you head back, unable to hold It in.

>She smirks and starts to bob her head back and forth, only giving attention to the top half of your shaft.

>She wraps a hand around the bottom of your shaft to keep it steady

'Unf, she is good at this... almost too good for a beginner.'

>She quickly switches technique again, instead of just bobbing up and down, now she is holding the position of her lips against her fingers and just sucking as hard as she can. Which is fairly hard

>If she keeps this up, you won't be able to stand it too much more

>As if you are her personal Guinea pig she stop suckling and changes pace again.

>This time, she removes her hand and slides the entire length of your shaft down her throat.

>Incredible, you seriously didn't expect her to have such talent

>But god damn, that throat is so wet and the suction is so good, it almost makes up for not fucking her pussy

>She slurps back and forth a few dozen times, quickly going from her nose buried right below your stomach, to only the head still being in her mouth

>You can feel it now

>That ever familiar tightening of your balls

>You feel your dick start to harden to that orgasm-only level of steel

>But after years of jerking off to fetishy internet porn, you can fight it back,if only for only a minute or so.

>You clench your abs and try to stop yourself from cumming, you got another few good sucks left.

>But then she does something new

>As she gets to that slutty, but oh so adorable point of having your entire cock in her maw, she stops

>and starts to swallow

>Fuck

>That's it, its too much, you balls tighten and you feel the heat course through your body

“A-amethyst...” You try to say you really should have warned her earlier

>She looks up with one eye, her eyebrow raised

>But there is no time.

>Your thrust your hips forward and your cock spasms on top of her tongue as shots of ropey white goo coat the inside of her mouth.

>She immediately pulls back and off your member, a delightful mix of cum and spit hanging from her bottom lip.

>Amy starts to cough, clearing her throat of your sticky substance

>”Wh-what the fuck, anon? God, give me a warning next time?”

>She wiped the cum from her mouth.

“S-sorry, you were just so... good.”

“Hmmp, what did you expect?”she asks, flipping her hair back.

>You roll your head back, pretty well spent.

>She plops down next to you.

>”So Anon, did you wanna do anything...else tonight? Or are you all tuckered out after a little blowjob?” she grins.

Sadie and Her Rabbit

Another late night at the Big Donut. Sadie came home, a few blocks from her job. It wasn’t her house, she lived with her parents. Surprisingly, a minimum wage job doesn’t pay for college and an apartment in beach city, so she has been cutting cost by living at home until she graduates. But the last few days she has been coming home late, her ever-absent boss has insisted she worked the third shift all by herself, she hadn’t even seen lars at work in a week.

There wasn’t even ever any work to do, it really makes no sense for that place to be open 24/7, the only people that come in late at night are Greg and sometimes Amethyst. Other than that, all the donuts that were made yesterday that had been sitting in the case all day end up getting thrown out, by her, at the end of her shift.’

Sadie climbs up her stoop and opens the door, the inside of her home black as night. She stands there for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the absence of the street lights. shapes form in the dark and she walks in, closing and locking the door behind her. she throws her keys and purse down near the door and kicks off her shoes, sighing in relief. Sadie drags herself into the kitchen and flicks on the light. She notices the big yellow sticky note on the door of the fridge. She plucks it off the door and holds it up in front of her.

Sadie,

I made meatloaf, its in the fridge

along with some baked potatoes

love ya,

Mom

Sadie slightly grimaced at the mention of meatloaf, she opened the fridge and browsed the contents, some soda, the meatloaf, potatoes, some old mac ‘n cheese… She sighed and grabbed a soda, she wasn’t that hungry anyway. She flicked the light in the kitchen off and headed towards the stairs, walking past her parents room. Sadie quietly walked past, hearing only silence from their room. She plodded up the stairs and slipped into her room.

She flipped on the switch to her ceiling fan, illuminating her pig sty of a room, the bed was a wreck, covers on the floor, she had a tv sitting on a dresser next to her bed and there was junk thrown on top of it, no organization or order to the whole mess. It was perfect, it felt like home. Sadie smiled at the comfort her own little mess brought her.

She quickly undressed, slipping out her tight jeans, letting them fall off her hips and into a bunch on the floor. She steps out of them, letting them lie. She grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, throwing it to a corner of her room.

Sadie sits down on the edge of her bed before throwing herself back, savoring how she bounces on the comfy mattress. She scoots herself up to the head of the bed and lays her head back on a pillow. So comfy. Even though she is tired from work and being up so late, she can’t quite go to sleep. The new hours have left Sadie without much spare time which hasn’t left her anytime to satisfy her urges. So now, Sadie decided, was time for calm her body for the first time in over a week.

Sadie rolled over in her bed and pulled open the drawer to her bedside table. Reaching her hand in she fished around feeling change and her remote to the tv. She moves her hand farther back feeling for what she really wants. Sadie’s finger tips touch a familiar firm material, She grasps it and pulls it out of the drawer, rolling over onto her back and holding it up in front of her. Her favorite toy, the super duper rabbit ultra vibe 3000, Sadie never cared for the name, but the results were divine.

The toy was made of pink silicon rubber except for the handle, which was hard plastic, the head of it was shaped like any normal dildo, but the shaft of it was barbed and studded wildly, That pattern went all the way down until there was a sharp turn on the topside of the shaft that was a small appendage designed to stimulate the clitoris.

Sadie bit her lip, anticipating the pleasure she was about to bring herself. She moved her fingers up and down the shaft, letting her nails snag on the studs of the shaft, it was dry from disuse so she points it at her mouth, the soft cool silicone brushing against her lips. She smirked at the feeling. Sadie parts her lips and sticks her tongue out, licking the tip, lubricating it. Sadie smooches it,letting the tips slide past her lips, but not past her teeth. Only after a little faux teasing does she begins to fellatiate it. The head slider into her mouth, opening her jaw for her. Sadie’s tongue lashes of the bottom of the toy, getting it nice and slick. She continues to push the toy into her mouth until she is ready to gag. She then closes her mouth and swishes her saliva around, wetting her favorite toy.

Once the vibrator is nice and wet she closes her eyes, wraps both hands around the base and begins to push and pull the toy in and out of her mouth, She suckles and slurps, licked and grazing it with her teeth as she would if it were a real man, practicing her blowjob skills. Sadie was no pro, but liked to practice what she thinks would make her man squeal in delight.

‘Like lars…’ Sadie thinks. Her eyes suddenly shoot open and she pulls the fake dick from her mouth, strands of saliva connecting her mouth to the phallus that was so abruptly pulled out. Sadie frowns down, looked the the wet toy in her hand. She isn’t happy that intrusive though breaks into her head whenever she does anything ‘exciting’.

‘It was just that one time… it-it didn’t mean anything… he made that perfectly clear.’ Sadie reminds herself, feeling hurt. ‘No, you know what? I’m not going to let him ruin anything else.’ Sadie falls back on her back, looking at her ceiling. ‘That jerk isn’t worth it, I’m just gonna do this because I want to, it has nothing to do with him.’

Sadie hold up the dildo to her face, looking for the controls in the dim light, she fumbles around with the handle before finding the power/speed switch with her thumb. She flicks it up one notch and the toy hums to life. She reaches down and puts the tip on the inside of her thigh, humming in satisfaction from the sensation it gives off. She pressed it lower, feeling the delightful throb of the toy get closer to her nethers. Sadie rests the pulsating toy against her vagina, the rhythmic throb eliciting sighs of pleasure and relaxation for the teenage girl.

Sadie arches her back, ready to to get into the brunt of it. Her free hand slips under her back and fiddle with her bra strap until it comes undone. She grabs the bra and throws it off the side of bed. She then lays the toy on her stomach and pulls her legs up, she loops her thumbs around the sides of her panties and pulls them up and off, flinging them off the bed with her foot.

Now completely bare, Sadie lays on her bed, vibrating dildo in hand and legs parted, her pussy with the slightest inkling of moisture, the wetness catching the dim light and glistening. Sadie repositions her toy, the tip of it pointed at her entrance, she pressed it forward, the tip slowly opening her canal. The mix of her natural lube with the saliva on the toy makes for easy entry, it slides in deep, halfway down the shaft in one thrust; not quite enough for the extra tip to reach her clit though.

“Oh…” Sadie moans as the toy throbs inside of her. She lightly bites her lip and she retracts the phallus, savoring how she clings to it as it slide out. She begins a slow rhythm of entry and exit, the entire process laden with lustful cooing and groans. With each thrust the pleasure courses through Sadie’s body, her hips start moving on their own, grinding into the toy for that sweet sensation. Her free hand finds its way up to her breasts, absent mindedly groping and squeezing her soft flesh for added stimulation..

With her snatch sopping wet Sadie decides that she is ready to really make herself cum. She searches for the switch on the base of the vibrator again and clicks it up three more notches, to maximum. The shaft, still buried inside her, begins to oscillate, twisting around, giving sadie one of the most euphoric if not strange feelings she has ever felt. She begins rapidly shoving the toy inside until it won’t go any further than pulling it only halfway back out, only before slamming it against her pelvis over and over again, as fast as her arm would allow her to pump.

Her breathing is ragged as she fucks herself, her nipples are erect and her hips gyrate against the vibrating clit tickler. She can feel herself starting to go over the edge, its what she wants but she also wants to stay in her current haze of near-orgasmic pleasure. Sadie continue to assault herself with the vibrator, sick sloshing suction sounds emit from her pussy, the lewd noise would make her die of embarrassment if anyone heard, but she didn’t care about that now. All she wanted to do was cum!

“Ahh, ahh, oh god!” Sadie screeches as her body begins to convulse as her first orgasm overtakes her. she firmly plants the dildo inside herself and focuses solely on its pulsating as she rides out the orgasm, fluids leaking own her bubble butt and onto her sheets.

Sadie immediately plunges the phallus back inside her self as soon as she is able, after such a short time she cums again after only a few strokes, her pussy quivers as her juices spurt out, staining her sheets further.

Sadie falls back onto her pillow, thoroughly exhausted she pulls free the toy one last time and drops it, letting it fall onto the sheets. The puddle she is laying in doesn’t bother her. she grabs a blanket off the floor and barely covers herself up. The last thing the young girl says before she drifts off to sleep is “I’ll take care of the mess later.”

Sadie and Amy

>the door bell rings

>amethyst gets up off the couch with more enthusiasm than is average for her.

>she opens to door to find sadie on the other side

>"Hey Amy." Sadie smiles

"Hi, come on in." Amethyst says, standing aside

>sadie comes in, and takes off her red zip-up hoodie, throwing it over the back of the couch before sitting down on the couch

"So, what's up?" Amy asks, sitting next to Sadie

>"I just figured, after work, I'd come see my girlfriend."

"Oh, i see. So you came over for something like..." She leans in, only inches from Sadie's face "This?" She whispers before brushing her lips against the blonde girl's

>pulling away from Amethyst Sadie says "Yeah, something like that, but i was thinking a little more... strenuous?"

"Feeling frisky are we?"

>"Maybe just a little." Sadie says, her gaze panning down to Amethyst's shirt.

"Well, you know me, I'm never one to say no to a little fun."

>"That's what i was counting on..." Sadie smirks before getting off the couch and grabbing her purple lover's hand. "Lets go somewhere more... private?"

"Hmm... we COULD go to my room, but i have a better idea." Amy says from her spot following Sadie.

>"And what would hat be?"

>Amethyst tugs Sadie's hand away from her current destination of her door toward another of the gem's door.

>Pearl's

>"Isn't that pearl's room?" Sadie asks, her blush coming through clearly on her pale skin.

"Yup."

>"B-but what about pearl?"

"Out."

>"Garnet? Steven?"

"Out, we got the temple to ourselves, baby."

>"Oh my..." Sadie says before getting pulled into Pearl's bedroom.

>Amy pulls Sadie to pearl's bed atop a large stack of gemstone that comprises her room.

>the bed is ornate with white drapes covering it on all sides, the bed is meticulously made, the bed gown, sheets, pillows, and comforter are all pure white.

>"A-Amethyst, I'm not sure about this..." Sadie squeals as Amy moves the curtain around the bed aside.

>"Don't wimp out on me, My little eclair." Amy says, falling onto the perfect sheets, pulling Sadie down on top of her.

>"I-I'm not a wimp..." Sadie whines, looking back towards the door to Pearl's room before Amy reaches a hand behind her head and brings her down for a kiss

>Amethyst slowly strips Sadie while they make out on Pearl's bed.

>She gets Sadie down to pants and bra before sitting up and rolling her over.

>With Amy now on top she helps Sadie out of her pants, leaving her only in her underwear, a cute little pink bra and matching panties.

>She locks her lips with the human girl again while running her hands around Sadie's back to fumble with the latches on the back of her bra.

>with a satisfying click, the clasps unlock and Amethyst can easily peel away the bra, revealing Sadie's small but plump breasts with perky pink nipples.

>She starts kissing down Sadie's neck,moving down to her chest, all the way down until her lips brush against Sadie's right nipple.

>Sadie breathes heavy, looking down at the purple gem that is assaulting her in such a way.

>Amy clamps onto the little bud, sucking at it.

>She nibbles a bit, and to her delight hears Sadie moan.

>She wraps her lips around the pink nub one last time before making a wet slurping sound as she sucks as hard as she can before letting go.

>With the loud smack that echos out in the chamber, Sadie screams

>"SO LEWD!"

>”You haven’t seen nothing yet!” Amy says as she glows, her shape-shifting powers coming into play.

>the glow fades and amy looks the exact same

>”What did you do?” Sadie asks, an eyebrow raised.

>”See for yourself.” Amethyst says, leaning back.

>Sadie’s eyes dart down towards Amy’s groin to find a surprise, a new bulge pushing at her pants from the inside.

>”Umm…” Sadie mumbles

>Amethyst, being the ever-forward one immediately pulls out her new dick to show it off.

>she gets on her knees on the bed, and crawls between Sadie’s legs, her hard purple cock scraping against Sadie’s hole through her panties.

>”Oh..” Sadie moans, her pussy quivering at the slight touch through her damp panties.

>”Want more?” Amy asks over her, looking down with a smirk.

>Sadie nods, blushing profusely.

>”Then suck it, get it nice and wet.” Amy instructs.

>tentatively, Sadie leans forward, looking up into the gem’s eyes as she sits up and grabs ahold of the meatrod in front of her.

>The heat, the pounding heartbeat that runs over the length, the male musk emanating off of it. It’s so much for young Sadie, who has never seen a dick in person before.

>Sadie is just staring at the schlong in front of her, unsure how to proceed.

>she is reassured when a hand plants itself lightly on her golden curls

>Sadie leans in more, the tip of her lover’s cock mere inches from her lips.

>she sticks out her tounge.

>just a quick dab, just a taste

>amy’s overly-excited dick had a bead of precum already and got deposited directly onto Sadie’s tongue.

>sadie winced at the salt, but rolled it around in her mouth and savored it.

>she then began to take the head into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the shaft, feeling every pulsing vein and crevice, tasting the light salt of the skin.

>the smell was intoxicating, Sadie breathed deep the dick musk, feeling lightheaded from the aphrodisiac.

>her hand found its way down between her legs, slipping into her panties, strands of her excitement connected her wet undergarments to her glistening entrance as she separated the two with her shaking hand.

>amy got a bit more aggressive, her hips started to pump of their own accord, pushing her meatpole down the poor girl’s throat farther than she ready for.

>Sadie gags of course, coughing and sitting up a putrid mixture of saliva and precum, strands of it connecting the tip of Amy’s cock to Sadie’s maw.

>”Amethyst!” Sadie cries,

>”Heh, sorry.” She smiles weakly, before brushing her hair back behind her ear.

>Sadie scowls, but goes back and starts sucking Amy’s cock again.

>It is absolutely covered in Sadie’s spit, and goes to the back of her mouth with ease.

>sadie begins bobbing her head back and forth without the ‘assistance’ from Amethyst.

>her mouth forms a delicious suction around the dick.

>sadie takes her tongue out of the equation and just slams her head as far down and as fast as she can on Amy cock.

>Amy’s breathing picks up, her toes start to curl and uncurl, her hands grip the sheets, her thighs and abdominals tighten up.

>she can’t help it, she roughly grabs either side of Sadie’s head and thrusts her hips forward, forcing her dick as far down as it will her, her balls slapping Sadie’s chin as they tighten up in orgasm.

>it’s all Sadie can do just not to start throwing up as the head of Amy’s big cock is past the back of her throat, and now is shoot a load of magic cum into her stomach.

>Amy loosens her grips and falls back, her dick rapidly becoming soft.

>Sadie falls to the side of amy, coughing and spitting up bits of cum, trying to regain her breath.

>she doesn’t get the chance.

>as amy is laying there, her orgasmic glow slowly fading the two girls hear something

>something that makes both of their stomaches sink at the same time

>the portal activated, the familar ‘voom’ eminates throughtout the temple

>the both frantically try to scramble off the bed and find their clothes.

>”I need to get rid of this immediately!” Pearls voice comes from the living room.

>Sadie has her pants on, but it still topless, and amy struggled to put her pants back on, but the bulge is still very much visible with her girl-cock she is reluctant to give up still hanging around. when Pearl’s door opens.

>the white slender gem walks into her room, holding some artifact in a bubble.

>pearl takes a few steps into the room before stopping.

>Ame...thyst?

>”Sup, pearl?” Amethyst answers… her girlcock’s silhoute still outlined by her pants

>W-what are you..” Pearl trails off, looking past the couple to her bed, now torn up and splattered with cum.

>”What did you do!?”

Connie likes tentacle monsters

>connie was on her little patch of beach flicking her bean like the lonely nerd girl she was

>when suddenly she caught the eye of a giant clam that was slowly sneaking up from the depth to the crystal gem's temple.

>the clam monster changed directions towards the indian girl and slowly inched his way along the water's surface.

>once in striking distance, its gelatinous tentacles sprung from the water and captured Connie in slippery bondage before she even saw what was assulting her.

>the tentacles, purple and green were squishy and translucent, but they tightened around Connie's wrists and ankles like a vice.

>the clam monster lowered her to the shell's opening.

>she thought it was going to eat her

>it cracked open its shell to look at her with its multitude of eyes.

>another tendril extended from somewhere under its eyes and touched connie's stomach, it was pink and fleshy, with the texture of a house cat's tongue.

>the small pink tendril flitted around her tummy a bit, exploring her sun-bathed skin .

>it turned upwards and flicked the bottom of Connie's binkini top, the only part of her outfit still left on her small frame from her earlier lewdness.

>it quickly slipped under and found her still-erect nub.

>the friction as it lapped and encircled the bud of pubescent nipple was overstimulating for the young girl and she could feel her nethers contracting, her hips bucking back and forth looking for that gratifying grind.

>the monster gave the lewd girl what she wanted as one of its free tentacles came up and planted itself between her leg, wrapping around her thigh, but giving her ample room to grind her young cunny on the textured underside of the tentacle

>the tentacle’s gelatinous surface was smooth all the way around except for the bottom quarter, which was ribbed and textured with small suction cups

>Connie’s juices ran out onto the beasts tentacle as she furiously bucked her hips back and for on the appendage, lubing up the already slick tentacle.

>the fleshy tongue-tentacle wrapped around Connie’s bikini top and ripped it off her, exposing her dark brown nipple to the sun.

>then the clam did something that displeased Connie, it pulled the tentacle that she was so delightfully grinding away from her cunny, still holding her thigh, it shifted up, bending her leg into an even more promiscuous position. at the same time another tentacle grabbed her other thigh and mirrored the motion, leaving conning with her knees to the side of her small breasts, her heels brushing against her ass, and her puffy, glistening pussy exposed to anyone who where to look in her general direction.

>She blushed furiously, looking around for anyone who might see her in such a whorish position, about to ravaged by a sea creature.

>Not a soul was along the coastline, she was free to be the monster’s cock sleeve free of shame from others.

>Proceeding, the clam took yet another tentacle and brought its tip to Connie’s pussy, the thick tendrils hovered mere inches away from her entrance, the heat radiating from her like a bitch in heat.

>it slowly began to prod and rub against the opening, testing it, exploring the area.

>Connie grinned, biting her lip as she looked up into the sky with bliss as the delicious friction.

>But as the clam kept rubbing and flicking and prodding away, Connie started to get annoyed, she needed more, more sexing

“just fuck me you stupid monster!” She yelled in frustration.

>the clam monster, surprised by the sudden outburst dropped Connie and ran away back into the ocean.

>what at first seemed to be a retreat from the beast turned out to be the calling in of reinforcements

>another of the monster emerged from the water, following behind the original.

>The monster approached Connie and extended its tentacles again.

>Connie spread her legs expectantly.

>She was quickly snatched up and restrained by the familiar squishy tentacles.

>with the gelatinous tentacles of the original monster holding her suspended in the air, the second clam monster circled around, getting behind the small girl.

>It opened its own clam to examine the girl.

>it entended its own tentacles, however these new tentacles were all a uniform dark blue

>The poked Connie buttcheeks, before spreading them apart and slipping between, searching for her hole.

>Instantly Connie could tell the difference in tentacle monster, this new one’s tentacles where very firm, and the tips were hardened and unyeilding.

>Despite being very firm, the new set of tentacles still had the smooth, nubbed texture identical to the first monster’s tentacles.

>The dark blue tentacles that been grinding against connie snaked its way down between her legs and poked her back door; eliciting a small moan from her.

>it pushed at the hole for a bit, but found it difficult to penetrate, so it moved forward more, to a much more slick opening.

>It grinded the length of the tentacle against Connie pussy as it dripped her excitement.

>it slathered itself in her juice before flipping up and positioing its ‘head’ at her opening.

>Looking down, Connie could make out the head was much more rounded than the previous monster’s tentacles that came down at a constant angle until they met.

>looking down, biting her lips Connie anticipated the penetration. but was promptly greeted by another dark blue tentacle side under her arm and come to hover right in front of her mouth.

>Connie stared at the tentacle and could see a small hole in the middle of the tentacle before it thrust forward, smashing into Connie’s closed mouth.

>it thrashed around, seeking entrance as the Tentacle at her pussy quickly, without warning, entered her.

>she gasped at the sudden, painful insertion.

>the tentacle resting on her lips took the opportunity to slide into her mouth, going to the back of her throat, the head of it jabbing at her tonsils.

>Connie coughed and gagged as her mouth was filled, at the same time wriggling her hips back and forth, trying to get extra lubricant on the lower tentacle that had penetrated her with only water as lube, she could feel the big tentacle scraping her walls, it was quite uncomfortable.

>”Mmhph, mmhph!” Connie moans as the tentacle in her vag starts to pound deeper inside her cunny, looking for the entrace to her cervix.

>Connie jaw and throat were starting to hurt from the face-fucking, but she endured and tried to focus on breathing through her nose. It was good she did, because the tentacle reached deeper into her mouth, running down her throat, the bulge was visible from the outside, looking like a frog as her throat swelled.

>The tentacle in her cunt writhed around, finally hitting the opening to her cervix and rubbing against the opening, with the shaft of it grinding against her G-spot.

>three more dark blue tentacles emerged, two planting themselves in Connie’s palms, and the other one running up and planting itself at her tiny backdoor.

>this time however, the tentacle at her butt oozed out a clear sticky mucus from its tip and smearing it all around her rosebud, and coating itself with the lube.

>it slowly prodded up and inside her. Making Connie eyes water and squeal in pain

>Connie couldn’t think, her all her holes stuffed with delicious tentacles.

>she could barely breathe, her vision went hazy and and mind went cloudy. she was just hovering on the cusp of conciousness, her body being used, the tentacles in her hands thrusting themselves through her loose grip

>she couldn’t think, the taste and smell of the beast was all she was aware of. as he body was ravaged.

>Then, just as soon as the beast had come, they wrapped up their rapefest.

>The dark blue tentacles all stopped moving, the three inside her pushing as deep as possible before inside her.

>Connie could see liquid flow through the center tube of the tentacle in her mouth before it spilled out inot her mouth.

>At the same time she felt the luke warm, sticky fluid being pumped into her small womb and up her ass.

?She swallowed the first few mouthfuls of the ‘cum’ that was flushed into her mouth before she choked on it and coughed, sending a load out around the tentacles and down her cheeks.

>the two tentacles that were in her hands shot strings of cum onto her petite body, painting her bloated stomach and small tits with stripes

>The overload of the cum flowed out of her holes as the tentacles retracted. from her two lower holes.

>The first tentacle monster loosened its grip on her ankles and wrists befor dropping her back onot the hot sand of the beach.

>The two monsters quickly retreated back into the water, leaving Connie to lay in the sand naked and used.

>she looked up and around before seeing the damage the monsters had done.

>The monster’s cum poured from her holes, wetting the sand,

>She stomach was puffed out with the massive amount of cum that was still leaking out of her.

>She reached down and felt the creamy juice had flowed out so much there was a pile between her legs, completely submerging her butthole.

>she fell back and sighed, letting the sun hit her skin.

>Maybe she would cum back tomorrow and get lucky with some other monster.

Greg and Amy talk about Trash

“Steven, Steven?” Greg called, walking into the temple on the beach.

>Amethyst, who was sitting on the couch, watching wrastlin tilts her head up to look at Greg.

>”Sup?”

“Oh, hello Amethyst, i was looking for Steven.”

>”Pearl is trying to teach him how to summon his gem weapon though meditation and some other old-world mumbo jumbo.” She emphasizes ‘meditation’ with air quotes.

“Hmm, I see.” Greg says, rubbing his beard. “Well, he borrowed one of my big spray hoses and i need it back in a few hours so i can open the car wash.”

>”Okay cool.” She says dismissing him.

>Greg walks over to steven rooms and slowly opens the door

Hhe walks in, it’s a mess, but nowhere near his own storage locker.

>After a quick look around he doesn’t see an obviously oversized hose for a car wash.

>He goes back into the living room to seek guidance from Amy.

>”Yeah! 619 that fool!” Amy shouts, jumping up from the couch as Greg enters back into the living room.

“Something exciting happen?”

>”Just some shmuck getting his teeth knocked in.” She says smirking.

“Cool, so, i looked in his room and no luck, know where else i could look?”

>Amy takes a second, as if she didn’t hear the question. before answering. “I let him throw stuff in my room sometimes, stuff that he isn’t supposed to have, or big stuff that doesn’t fit in his room.”

“...Isn’t supposed to have?”

>”Yeah you know maga- Mag…. magnesium. Yup, magnesium.”

“Magnesium… the rock…” Greg draws out.

>”...Yup, we found a bunch of it on one of our missions and Steven wanted a chunk, but Pearl said ‘no’.”

“...Right, well can i look for my hose in your room?”

>”Sure Greg.” Amy jumps up and walks over to her bedroom door.

>The gem nestled in her bosom lights up and her door splits open.

>Greg follows the gem into her abode and the door slides shut behind him

>The room is massive, mountains of garbage and refuse line the crystalline walls. Her bed, unkempt or course, is completely surrounded by junk thrown everywhere with no rhyme of reason.

“Uhhh….” Greg says, scanning the mountains of trash he would have to go through to find his hose.

>”Its not as bad as it looks, all of Steven’s stuff is in one pile.” Amy says, turning to her right.

>They start to walk to where the hose should be, going between the piles of stuff just strewn on the floor.

>Passing glances at different things greg starts to notice items and slows his pace.

>Something stands out above all others in a pile and he stops all together.

“Wait a second.”

>”Hmm?”

“You… have a copy of my old album?” Greg says, leaning down and picking up his old CD from a pile.

>”Your album?” She grabs the CD, and holds it up to compare the picture it against greg. “Huh, i guess i do see the resemblance”

“Heh, i guess i look a bit different without my flowing locks, huh?” Greg says, running a hand over his balding head.

>”I liked this album, used to listen to it a lot”

>Greg just smiles, before his gaze drifts back down to the pile, something else catches his eye.

>He bends down and pulls it out.

>A luchador mask

“Is… is this an authentic meany mechanic mask?” Greg asks, looking for tags.

>”Yup, WWL 250. I had front row seats.” Amethyst smiles.

>Greg bends down again, sifting through for more treasure.

>His hand bumps something sharp.

>He digs it out and looks up at the gem with a raised eyebrow.

“Uhh, petite equine?” Greg asks, holding up the pink horse.

>”Y-yeah… it has good production value. It’s a collectable.” Her cheeks turning a dark shade or purple. before turning her back on Greg and the current pile to head toward Steven’s pile.

>Greg puts the pony princess down and chuckles shaking his head as he follows Amethyst to Steven’s pile.

>Low and behold, Greg’s hose sat on top of the pile

>He picks it up, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Thanks Amethyst.”

>”No problem, Greg.”

>They stand there for a moment in awkward silence.

“Well… i should get back to the car wash…” Greg says.

>”Oh… yeah…”

“But it was nice to see you again, Amethyst, I had more fun looking for this hose than I thought I would.”

>Oh well you know, nobody has as much stuff as me. You never know what you will find when you come into my room.” She smirks.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, maybe you should see my storage shed… “ Greg challenges her.

>”That sounds… fun.”

Big Sister Jasper

“Ha, you call that weight?” Jasper sneers. Putting a finger on the bench bar.

“Uhg!” Amy moans from the added weight, but bucks her shoulders forward and pushed the bar away from her chest and up onto the rack. “Jasper!” She yells, sitting up from the bench.

“Aww come on, don’t be mad, i was just trying to help my little sister get swoll.” Jasper grins, flexing her bulging biceps. Jasper is wearing a muscle shirt, showing off her guns, it stop just before her navel, exposing her toned abs. Below that she has on a pair of basketball shorts that stop just before her knees, letting all see her nicely shaped legs.

“You’re not my sister…” Amy mumbles to herself. “But I don’t understand, what’s the point of doing this? I can just shapeshift and make myself stronger.” Amy finishes, standing up from the bench and transforming into her Purple Puma persona. Amy flexes at Jasper, who seems rather unimpressed.

“Then that weight you were just struggling on should be easy, right?” Jasper asks, crossing her arms. Amy looks back at the bench, the bar held in place by reinforced iron pillars, needed for the thousand pound load of the ‘bar’ that is actually a solid hunk of steel salvaged from some cargo ship.

“Yeah sure, no problem.” Amy confidently sits back down and unracks the weight. She lets it bounce of her chest and begins to push up. It feels heavier than before, She grits her teeth and stomps her feet into the floor, pushing her hips up to push the load back onto the rack.

“Look like that was still pretty hard.” Jasper muses, smirking.  “You can’t just change shape to make yourself stronger. Whatever your limit is, thats your limit regardless of form.”

“And doing this will make me stronger?” Amy asks. Jasper simply nods to her and then motions for her to follow. The walk over to another bar, positioned higher up, shoulder level for Jasper. On either end of the bar where large metal rings welded onto the bar, they weren’t going anywhere.

“So what’s this one?” Amy asked.

“Squats, gets your legs ripped and your booty firm. “Watch and learn, runt.” Jasper ducks under the bar and presses up against it, her broad shoulders touching the bar. She stands up fully, lifting the bar up, resting completely on her shoulders and the back of her neck.

She takes a wobbly step back, then slowly bends her knees until her legs are at 90 degree angles with her thighs parallel to the floor.

With a grunt, she pushes up, coming back up to standing up straight, the weight on each side of the bar trembling slightly.

“Notice my legs, you want to come all the way down to really get the most out of this.” Jasper explains dipping down again. Her short are only covering half her thighs, and Amy takes note of the position. Jasper’s massive thighs are bulging under the strain of the weight as she holds it in place, the large muscle tendons and curvature of her thighs visibly bulging. She stands it up again and racks the weight “Ready to try?” Jasper asks, ducking out from beneath the weight.

“Yeah… sure.” Amy says nervously, setting herself up against the bar, ready to pick it up. Jasper steps up behind her. guiding her off the rack and through the motions. The first few reps aren’t very difficult, but she notices Amy begins to struggle and slow down after the fourth rep. All the while she is trying to keep Amy in perfect form.

On the sixth rep Amy goes too deep and tries to bounce back up, but hits a wall of physical ability, instead of the bar moving up, her hips push forward, throwing off her center of gravity. She starts to fall backwards but hits a brick wall. Jasper steps forward, putting her arms to Amy’s sides and clenching them, her chest in Amy’s back as she provide Amy the stability to regain her balance and then proceeds to help her push the weight back up.

Amy gets out from under the weight and turns around, embarrassed. “Thanks…” She says. finally shifting out of her Purple Puma form and back to her normal state. ‘’

“Gotta be careful with this stuff…” Jasper replies with a slight smile, she almost sounds concerned. “Okay, i guess that’s enough for today.” changing subjects and wiping the worry from her face.

“Sure thing.” Amy follows along with a grin.