- >You finally make it home after lying to Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon about being grounded.
- >Fluttershy never grounds you for anything because you're a good boy.
- >Rush into your room and slam the door behind you.
- >Luckily Mama Flutters is outside feeding the birds, so she didn't hear a thing.
- >Time to let out some tension.
- >The door is closed.
- >No one to bother you.
- "Sweet..."
- >You jump on your bed, bouncing a bit before coming to rest.
- >After digging around in your backpack, You pull out an unmarked envelope.
- >It cost a good amount of bits, but it's worth it.
- >You open the envelope and pull out ten photos of Babs Seed in compromising positions.
- >Here is on of her in a bathtub washing herself clean.
- >You lick your lips as you gaze upon that wet bacon-colored mane.
- >You flip to the next one to see her working on that plump rear of hers.
- >She is bigger than most of the other fillies.
- >All that chub in the right places, making her look more like a fertility goddess than a mere filly.
- >For some reason, the thought of her backing up into you turns you on.
- >You resist the urge to stroke one out and look on at the lovely creature named Babs Seed.
- >You cycle to the next one, and the next.
- >Babs hanging out with friends...Babs scratching her butt against a tree...Babs doing this and that.
- >Babs! Babs! Babs!
- >And you can't help but love her form.
- "Oh man..."
- >You bite your lower lip, as soon as you reach the last one.
- >Featherweight said you'd love it.
- >Your palms sweaty.
- >Knees are weak.
- >Arms are heavy.
- >Nervous does not describe how you feel right now.
- >Gulping down a mouthful of saliva, you take the plunge and flip to the next photo.
- >And then you see it...
- >Babs, the filly that you barely know beside the class introduction, is in the most sexiest position ever.
- >Head low, ass up, those cute orange hooves stretched as far as they could.
- >Those green eyes lidded halfway in relief.
- >That cute muzzled scrunched up as she gets rid of the last ounce of tension in those limbs.
- >It's hotter than you could ever imagine.
- >You don't even care if this wasn't a shot from the rear.
- "Featherweight, you're the colt."
- >The bulge in your pants is even more apparent than before.
- >You can't help yourself any longer.
- >You spread the photos out on your bed and strip out of your confining garments.
- >Sit on your knees in front of the photos.
- >With your kiddy dingaling sticking straight up, you claps your palms around your cock and stroke it slowly.
- >This was how the colts in class said they do it.
- >Each stroke fills your tummy with butterflies.
- >As much as you try to look at every photo spread on your bed, you focused mainly on Babs Seed stretching.
- "Oh...oh Babs."
- >Your hands gain traction.
- >The friction burns so good.
- >You pretend that you're sliding your thingy between her butt.
- >Well, that's what you think that stallion was doing with Mama Fluttershy.
- "Babs...oh Babs..."
- >You gasp.
- >A building pressure grows in your stomach.
- >It feels like you have to pee.
- >But it feels too good to stop.
- "You're so pretty..."
- >You close your eyes as your hips move in time with your strokes,
- >The strange butterflies move from your tummy down to your dinky.
- >It's coming out.
- >You should stop, but you couldn't even if you wanted.
- "Sorry Mama..."
- >You whisper those words as you slam your clasped hands against your groin.
- >Your dong twitches and you feel...something shoot out.
- >It felt different when you pee.
- >Not a continuous stream, but tiny spurts.
- >A warmth spreads throughout your body and you fall forward.
- >You catch yourself before falling into the mess below.
- >It is time to relax before cleaning up this mess.
- >"EWWW!!!"
- >Your eyes snap open.
- >No one was supposed to be here besides Mama Fluttershy.
- >That didn't sound like Mama.
- >You look up.
- >Your jaw drops and your eyes dilate in fear.
- >Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stand at the foot of your bed wiping off white stuff on their face.
- >It must have been what came out.
- >Serves them right, but that's not important.
- "W-What are you two doing here!?"
- >"Well, we found it fishy that you'd actually get grounded, seeing as you're a wimp."
- >Diamond Tiara flashes you a sinister grin.
- >"So we came by and ask if you could play. Fluttershy said you could and you were in your room."
- >Silver Spoon grabs a picture off of your bed with a hoof.
- "Hey! Give that back!"
- >"Wow, hoofing it to this blank flank? You're a wimp, and a creep with low standards."
- >Diamond Tiara chimes in with her friend.
- >"Like totally! She's as big as a buffalo."
- >They laugh.
- >Oh how you hate their laughter.
- >How dare they make fun of a filly you actually like.
- >For the first time, your voice doesn't waiver.
- >You growl and slap the picture out of Silver Spoon's hand.
- >It feels like your balls just dropped.
- "Well, at least Babs is a nice filly, unlike you two spoiled brats who throw tantrums when things don't go their way."
- >Silver Spoon gasps.
- >Diamond Tiara is speechless.
- >They stand there like deer caught in the headlights.
- >Seems like you struck a chord.
- >You mentally pat yourself on the back.
- >"Oh, you really think so?"
- >Diamond Tiara climbs onto your bed.
- >She has that "Bow down" look in her eye.
- >Those balls of steel shrivel up and shoot back up inside of you.
- >You back up as far as you could, and your back bumps into the head of the bed.
- >Her hoof steps onto your soft rod.
- >A sudden, sharp pain shoots through your core.
- "Stop...please."
- >Diamond's grin spreads from ear to ear, listening to your whimpers and pleas of mercy.
- >The pink filly turns to her friend.
- >"Hey, Silver Spoon...fetch me my crop."
- >You could feel the stinging venom and anger on those words.
- >"It seems our pet isn't trained enough to hold his tongue.
- "M-My mom will hear this. You'll be in trouble!"
- >She laughs, and not one of those teasing ones.
- >This one sounds much sinister.
- >You know better to run when she does this, but running now isn't an option.
- >"Oh silly Anon..."
- >She takes hold of her punishment tool and strikes her hoof with it.
- >"Fluttershy just been called to help out Twilight, meaning she'll be gone until later tonight."
- >You feel the rough leather pressing against your chin.
- >"That's enough time to make sure those wandering eyes of yours only look at me."
- >Her hoof rises high as Silver spoon tears up every photo of Babs Seed.
- >You could only watch in fear as Diamond's instrument of pain is brought down upon your form.
- >Each hit spurs her on to hit harder.
- >You cry, but that only makes her hit harder.
- >Red welts appear on your skin.
- >After finishing destroying the last photo of your crush, Silver Spoon sneaks in to give your bruised skin tender kisses.
- >They felt refreshing compared to the stinging, lingering pain caused by Diamond Tiara.
- >You lost track of time as the tug of war with pain and pleasure wreaked havoc on your body.
- >Their giggles and the swatting of leather to skin the only sounds accompanying you into the darkness.
- >You wake up some time later underneath your covers.
- >It is night time.
- >There's a note on your face.
- >"Come to my mansion tomorrow for more training. Ignoring this will mean harsher punishment. <3 Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon."
- >You groan and roll over, wincing from the sudden pain.
- "There's no escaping those two..."
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