Requests from 12/10/12
 
Sweet Dreams - Anon
 
>You love the night.
>The brisk chill in the air.
>The silent chirping and groaning of the world at rest.
>It’s exhilarating.
>Your arms and legs pump as you rush through the waist high grasses.
>They nick at you, from your stomach down to your ankles, but you pay them no mind.
>For up ahead, you can see her, her head held high and proud, her dark coat standing out in sharp relief against the rising moon.
>Her eyes turn to you, and she smiles, but she does not move.
>It wouldn’t be right for her to move.
>Limbs churning, propelling you forward, you rush the hillside, stumbling once before launching yourself back to a standing position with your hands.
>The quiet grace comes through in her broadening smile as you approach her.
>Luna, the Princess of the Moon.
>Standing atop the hill, face to face with her, your shoulders heave, words stolen away by the chill that has settled into your lungs.
>Not that it matters, the two of you move as one, embracing the other; she on her hind legs, you supporting her weight with your body.
>At this moment, you are unstoppable.
>The warm, welcoming hug deteriorates into a kiss, deep as the shadows the moon casts.
>Tongues entwine, featuring gasping breathless breaks, punctuated by a perpetual pressing of lips.
>Her body rolls against yours and you respond in kind.
>In an instant, it’s done.
>The wildly flushing Princess tearing herself from your embrace and taking to the sky.
>She brings a hoof to her lips, smiling as she feels them before flying off into the night.
>All part of the game.
>You pursue her again, your heart still thudding away in your chest.
 
 
 
>The incessant shuddering of that muscle gives your feet wings of their own as you track her movements through the heavens.
>So many times you lose sight of her, only to pick her up again.
>The scent, her scent, of ripe plums and orchids, refuses to leave your nose, each breath making it stronger, more pronounced.
>The underbrush gives way to a clearing, and you see she has landed again.
>Her neck, long, regal and enticing, twists as she regards you with a coy smile.
>Your approach is more subtle this time, as a predator stalking prey.
>Low to the ground, you linger in the grasses and greenery for as long as possible.
>Her nostrils flare out of habit.
>She knows you’re here, she saw you just a moment ago but again, it is all part of the game.
>Sliding ever closer, you’re in open space now, but she doesn’t make a move, watching you with a muted interest.
>After agonizing moments of separation, you reach her, your fingers starting at her hoof and sliding up her leg.
>Luna quivers under your touch, but remains in her position.
>Higher and higher still, you stand as you reach the end of her legs.
>With the back of your nails caressing her chest, your hands split, one headed down the barrel of her body, the other up towards her neck and face.
>Your touch becomes firmer as you make your way down her core, taking an upward arc to her back.
>Likewise, the other becomes feather light, short, dancing strokes up her neck, alternating to a deeper, lingering touch against her face.
>Chuckling, the Moon Princess leans her cheek into your open palm, nuzzling it.
>And then your hand slips.
 
 
 
>The Princess stiffens as you caress her back.
>Her eyes go wide at first, but then her expression falls.
>Pulling your hand away from her back, you try to comfort her, but she speaks first.
>“Anonymous, I’m sorry.”
>Your heart slams into the bottom of your stomach.
>You try to fix things, but she won’t hear any of it.
>“I shouldn’t spending so much time here.  There are a great many things to see to tonight.”
>She turns her face further into your hand, caressing your palm with her lips.
>“I’m sorry.  Not tonight.  I can’t do it.”
>You’re a decent sort of fellow.
>You know you can’t pressure her to do anything she’s uncomfortable with.
>But once.
>Just once.
>You would like to be selfish.
>Luna smiles, moving her face from your palm and gives you one last kiss, on the cheek this time.
>“Sweet dreams, my Dearest.”
>Her words linger in the air, as does the sweet whispering caress of her breath against your flesh.
>Unfurling her wings, she is airborne and gone in an instant.
 
>You crack open your eyes and stare up at the darkened ceiling.
>Moonlight still streams in through the windows, giving the room a ghostly glow.
>Her shadowy body stands within the light, shaky and unsteady.
>She doesn’t say a word as you prop yourself up on your elbow, watching her as she works.
>Limbs quivering, the result of a thousand years of atrophy.
>And another five of recovery after you fell on top of her when you arrived in Equestria.
>Though unsteady, she still moves under her own power.
>But she often needs rest and many of her royal duties have been thrust on other members of the family.
>She will be like this for her endless life.
>And the love that the two of you share will only ever be the stuff of dreams.
 
 
 
Derp-Zilla - Anon
 
>Day 15000 in Equestria
>At last, it is time.
>The water shudders around you in protest, trying to keep you contained in your deep grave.
>It is no match for your mass.
>Trudging along the ocean floor, you begin to feel the vibrations of the nearby city.
>Rumbling, full of life and excitement.
>It makes you sick.
>For decades, you have rested, gathered your strength and plotted to unleash devastation upon the unwitting populace above.
>It’s their fault you’re here in the first place, yanked out of a ruined Tokyo by a strange wave of energy let left you stranded in a strange world, alone and weakened.
>So you’ve bided your time, waiting, growing stronger with each passing year.
>Now is the time.
>For your revenge.
>You are Anonymous.
>King of the Monsters.
 
>Manehatten
>A bustling city on the lip of Horseshoe Bay, a center of commerce and industry for all of Equestria.
>Horseshoe Bay is thankfully calm, tiny waves lapping at the shoreline are the worst the city has ever had to worry about.
>But today is different.
>On a boat towards the center of the bay, avyoung foal smiles down at her reflection.
>Her expression turns to one of delight as the water below begins to bubble and froth in excitement.
>“Papa!  Papa, look!  Bubbles!”
>An older stallion trots up next to his daughter, chuckling at the child’s innocence.
>His grin turns to a confused frown as he watches the water become more agitated, leaning in for a closer look.
 
 
 
 
>As the bubbles explode upwards, the faint sounds of a screech can be heard beneath the water.
>Picking up the foal in his mouth, the stallion bolts for the other side of the boat before realizing her has nowhere to run.
>With another roar, the head of a giant beast emerges from the depths.
>Rocking from side to side, the boat nearly capsizes as the monstrous creature continues to rise from the depths.
>The foal squeals in delight, squirming against her father’s grip as she tries to get a closer look.
>Noting the sound, the creature glares down at the boat and her passengers.
http://youtu.be/o6qAIaqK3_Q
>Falling silent, the little foal gapes at the beast, who gives another ear splitting roar and begins its sloshing movements through the bay.
>Towards Manehatten.
 
>You can hear the sirens blaring, even from this distance.
>These strange, colorful creatures gape and stare at your impressive stature.
>As well they should, with you being thirty stories high.
>In response to their amazement you roar, shattering windows down the street with your audible might.
>They panic and flee, screaming in terror all the while.
>Yes.
>YES!
>Anonymous, you have returned!
>This is how it should be!
“GROAR!”
>Roaring again, you reach the shore and rush one of the buildings.
>It crumbles under your weight with surprising ease, as does the next and the next.
>The intoxicating feeling of passing over freshly made rubble, the screams of terror echoing in your ears to your reptilian brain are enticing and wondrous.
>Today is going to be a good day.
 
>
>“Like I said, I don’t know what we’re dealing with here!  It just came out of the middle of the bay and started trashing the city!”
>Going silent, the Wonderbolts liaison nods, holding a headpiece to his head with one hoof.
 
 
 
>“What is it?  It’s a giant lizard, I guess.  Look, if we don’t do something soon, he’s going to destroy the entire city.  Every mare, stallion and foal is at risk.  We need to get wings in the air, right now!”
 
>
>Trudging through the streets, you give a deep, throaty chuckle and slam your clawed fist into another office building.
>Hundreds, no, thousands of civilians rush before you, screaming in terror.
>Time to go through the paces and see how strong you really are.
>Tail?
>With a flick of your hips, the terrifying spiny length crashes into a home, turning it to kindling.
>Check.
>How about jumping?
>Flexing your legs, you hurl yourself forward, landing with an earth shattering crash.
>It really is that destructive, as the street crumbles under your affections in every direction for a city block.
>Many of the fleeing population are knocked from their feet in the shockwave.
>Check.
>Now, fire breath.
>As you breathe in, you feel the spines running along your back run hot, as your internal temperature rises.
>Stoking the flames in your lungs ever higher, you give a toothy grin before unleashing your ultimate destructive power.
>White hot fire erupts from your maw as you exhale, bathing the entire street in
>…
>Rainbows.
>Instead of scorching destruction, you unleashed a wave of rainbows.
>The creatures get to their feet, gaping at the prismatic state of their peers.
>Aside from being painted a seven color mess, they appear unharmed.
>So, fire breath is a no go.
>Probably an after effect of you being pulled through to this world.
>No matter, you are a destructive force all on your own.
>Another roar is enough to get the four-legged beasts scampering for cover once again.
 
 
 
>Feeling quite satisfied with yourself, you throw your weight into another building, knocking it aside.
“GROOOOOAR!”
>As you eye your latest victory, the sound of wings becomes apparent to your dulled lizard ears.
 
>
>“All right Wonderbolts, we need to buy some time to get the civilian population out of harms way.  Provide this thing a target but do not engage, stick to evasion until we see what it’s capable of.”
>“Roger that, Captain.”
>“I copy, Captain.”
>Spitfire allows her lips to curl up in a grin as the three streaks approach the beast.
>“All right you scaly beastie, lets see what you’ve got.”
>Banking right, the Wonderbolts begin buzzing circles around the lizard’s head.
>Slow, clumsy strikes attempt to swipe them out of the air, but the winged acrobats dodge with a practiced ease.
>“Spits, this is going to be a cakewalk.  Watch this, I’m going to make it smack itself in the face.  It’ll be hilarious!”
>“Soarin!  Get back here, don’t break formation.”
>“Don’t worry about it, this guy couldn’t hit the broad side of a uugggh!”
>The beast’s tail comes around, knocking the flashy Wonderbolt stallion from the sky.
>With a shout, Spitfire dives after his prone body, tucking her wings close to her body as she rockets on an intercept course.
>The third Bolt is easily dispatched with a lucky hit by the creature’s claw.
>As the honey-eyed performer brings Soarin back to the ground below, an ear-rupturing screech erupts from the lizard’s mouth.
>“Soar.  C’mon Soar, don’t be like this.”
>Gritting her teeth, Spitfire shakes the unresponsive stallion.
>“You useless maggot!  Quit lazing about and wake, up!”
 
 
 
>A firm hoof across the face is enough to rouse the stunned Wonderbolt.
>“Huh, what?  Did, did I get’im?”
>“You’re so stupid, Soarin.”
>“Sorry Cap.”
>The male pegasus offers a small smile, as the two of them are engulfed in the white flames spewing forth from the creature’s maw.
 
>
>Glaring at the now rainbow-coated ponies, you snarl and turn back to the task of wrecking the city.
>They’d been little more than a nuisance, but had deprived you of your prey.
>It seems that you would have to settle for destroying their homes as consolation.
>Not exactly a bad deal.
“GROOOOOOOOAR!”
>Yes.
>All will know the terror of Anonymous!
>The street collapses with a satisfying crunch as you take another enormous leap through the air.
>Lifting your head, you roar again, waving your arms at your sides.
>Then, a faint tickling sound assaults your ear.
http://youtu.be/t4Prelz-qKs
>Soft and low, you barely notice it but then it speaks up again.
>“Uhm, excuse me?”
>You ignore it for a moment, reveling in the destruction you’ve caused, only to have the voice speak to you again.
>“Excuse me?”
>Turning your head left and right, you search for the source of the sound.
>The frantic fluttering of wings, accompanied by
>“Woah, woah!”
>draws your attention forward, onto your muzzle.
>There, right in front of your eyes, is one of the strange buzzing creatures from earlier.
>It sports a grey coat with a yellow mane and enormous golden eyes, tilted in opposite directions.
>The creature flashes you a smile.
>“Can you help me?  I’m a little lost.  I tried asking at the post office but…”
>She points down to one of the first buildings you crushed.
 
 
 
>“It looks like someone had an accident and they stepped out.  And all the other ponies are gone.”
>You snort, preparing another roar.
>As you lift your maw to screech at her, she squeals in surprise, sliding the rest of the way down your muzzle, and hits you square between the eyes.
>Considering the tiny creature’s weight, it should have been nothing to you.
>Instead, the impact of her hindquarters sends you rocking back on your feet.
>That hurt!
>Clawed hands reach up and cover your face, leaving you a growling, snarling mess.
>The silly laugh of your assailant reaches your ears.
>“Oopsie, sorry about that.  You just surprised me by moving so fast.”
>She’s flying in place now, though she has a distinctive wobble as she overcorrects her balance in either direction with each flap of her wings.
>Unaware of the fact that you want to kill her, the ‘pony’ flashes you a silly smile.
>“So, I’m Derpy.  I thought I’d ask you because you’re really tall and can see further than I can.  Could you help me find Ponyville Plaza?”
“GROOOOOOOOAR!”
>The wall-eyed flier stares at you in shock, her mane and coat thrown into disarray by the volume of your mighty voice.
>But then that silly grin returns.
>“I’m not hearing a no.”
>With a squeal, she rushes your muzzle and plants a hug on your face, right in between your nostrils.
>“Yay!”
>Thrashing and shaking, you attempt to throw the leach off, but she has a grip reminiscent of Mighty Moth Femanon back home.
>With a snarl, you bring your claws to your nose, trying to pick her off.
>The mare squeals and scampers up onto your snout.
>Foolish creature, Anonymous, King of Monsters, has no time for games!
 
 
 
>Grinning still, the mare trots up to your eye.
>“So, I’m thinking we should start by going… that way.”
>She lifts a hoof and points towards the west.
>You snarl and shake your head in response.
>“Really?  You don’t think so?  I could have sworn that I came from that direction.”
>Tapping her hoof against her chin, ‘Derpy’ sighs and plants her flank back down on your muzzle.
>In seconds, your enormous bulk crashes down onto the street below.
>Several buildings rock upward, out of their foundations as the full might of your mass mutilates the city block.
>“Oh no!”
>Derpy frowns and flies down to your position, hugging your snout as best she can.
>You grunt a little in response, it’s all you can manage at the moment.
>Looking the flying pony over, you scowl, trying to figure her out.
>Something so tiny, but with as much destructive power as any of the monsters you fought against back home, perhaps even more.
>At last, she looks up to you, tears burning in her eyes.
>“Jeez, I’m such a klutz.  I, I don’t know what went wrong but I’m sorry!”
>You manage another grunt and push yourself to your feet.
>Golden eye still shimmering with tears, Derpy looks up at you, her voice weak and unsure.
>“E-even though I hurt you, you’re still gonna help me find my way, right?  I’ve got this package to deliver and I don’t think I can do it on my own.”
>Not wishing to face the wrath of her destructive derrière again, you give a grunt and a small nod, watching as her face brightens in an instant.
>“Hooray!”
“GROOOOOOOAR!”
>Derpy giggles for a moment and then mimics your sound.
>“Groar!”
>With several large quake-inducing steps, you leave the rainbow wreckage of Manehatten behind and set forth on adventure.
 
 
 
Anon Knocks Up Twilight – Anon
 
>“Isn’t that just wonderful, Anonymous?”
>Sorry, what?
>What did Twilight just say?
>For some reason, she opened her mouth and all you can remember seeing are nightmarish visions.
>When you don’t respond, the unicorn mare looks deeply distraught.
>Glancing down at the floor of the library, she drags her hoof through the dust and mutters
>“You, you don’t want to have a foal with me?”
>Ah right, that was it.
“No.”
>Anonymous, you cad!
>Before Twilight can react, you continue to press your advantage.
“It shouldn’t even be biologically possible.”
>“But”
“Have you even considered what the strange amalgamation of our genetics would produce?”
>“No, but”
“What if the foal comes out with two human legs and a pony body and head?  How would it walk?  Or worse, what if it’s a pegasus pony with legs for wings?”
>“Anonymous”
“Not done yet.  Do you have any idea how weird it is, being one of a kind in an alien world?  I know you and your friends are all right, but there are some really nasty ponies out there.  Not to mention other races.  A not-pony would get torn apart!”
>Huffing, you place your hands on your hips and shake your head.
“And you want to bring a child into that.”
>“Okay, okay, I get it.  Just, let me self-terminate.  I’ll do some more research and we can try again later.”
“Good.  Next time don’t make this decision on your own.  We’re in this together!”
>Twilight gives a small, pained smile and walks back into the library.
>You wheeze a sigh of relief and collapse into your chair.
>Time to start being more careful.
>Otherwise you’d have to be responsible.
>And nobody wants that.
 
 
 
 
Anonymous, MILF Hunter: Mrs. Cake - Oats
 
>You are Anonymous.
>Muff-diving MILF-Hunter.
>Since you’re in Equestria that stands for Mare I’d Like to Fuck.
>But you’ve got a right to be selective in your mares!
>If there’s one thing that life on Earth has taught you, it’s that the older the fruit, the sweeter the juice.
>And there is one Momma Mare in Ponyville that you’re dying to get your hands on.
>Mrs. Cake.
>Activating your Swagger Sphere, you make your way into the back of Sugar Cube Corner.
>The object of your affections is already hard at work, her frosting pink updo struggling to stay in place as she rushes about preparing for a day of baking.
>Time to channel your inner Fonz.
“Eeey, Missus Cake!”
>Glancing over her shoulder, the candy blue mare gives you a tired smile.
>“Oh Anonymous, thank goodness you’re here!”
>Aw yeah, mares love monkey dick.
“What can I do for you, Missus Cake?”
>“Pinkie’s called in sick, and Mister Cake has his hooves full with the twins and running the register.  Do you think you could spare some time and help me out for a while?”
>What a perfect opportunity!
>Like that old saying goes, when Pinkie’s away, lil’Non comes out to play.
>It doesn’t actually go like that, but without any distractions, this could get sexy at the speed of light.
>Got to word this just right.
“Sure, I’d be happy to add my batter to your bowl.”
>Nice.
>Mrs. Cake sighs with relief as you move your hand to your zipper.
>“Thank goodness, here.”
>A mixing bowl slides across the counter to you.
>“It’s going to be a chocolate cake.  Everything you need, you’ll find in the fridge.”
“Oh, but…”
>With a wide smile, Mrs. Cake shakes her head and turns to you.
>“You’re a lifesaver, Anonymous.”
>Your cheeks flush red as you avert your eyes from hers.
 
 
 
>Mumbling about ‘pony poon’ under your breath, you begin preparing the mix as Mrs. Cake continues to hurry about.
>It’s a good hour before you get all the cakes in the oven, but at last you’re able to take a break.
>Wiping your hand over your forehead, you grin.
>Second time around, you’re bound to have success!
“So, since Mister Cake’s so preoccupied, would you like me to butter your biscuit?”
>The bakery mare doesn’t even bat an eye as she lifts a hoof, pointing over to another oven.
>“What a dear you are.  They should be about done by now, and I’m sure that some of our customers are drooling in anticipation!”
>Your shoulders droop as you visibly deflate, moping your way over to the oven and opening it up.
>The smell of fresh baked dough massages its way up your nostrils.
>With a frown, you proceed to lather the top of each one in an artery clogging amount of butter.
>Another twenty minutes gone by the time the last batch is done.
>Chin up, Anon, time to make another pass.
“So.  Missus Cake?”
>She turns to you with a smile.
>You have her attention this time, that’s a good start.
“Can’t we just skip this and get to glazing your doughnut?  No one has to know.”
>“Oh, but Anon, I think I’d want them to know.”
>…
>Mrs. Cake, you kinky mare you.
>Grinning you clap your hands together, rubbing them before she hands you a plate full of plain doughnuts.
>“See to decorating these, would you?”
>Rebuffed at every turn, you sigh and do as she requests.
>Another hour gone, and you turn back.
 
 
 
>She seems in much higher spirits now, and she isn’t rushing about.
>But you can’t bring yourself to try a fourth time.
>“Thank you so much for your help today.  Is there anything I can do for you?”
>Okay, maybe you have one more left in you.
>Clearing your throat, you fix her with your most intense stare and drop your voice to Arnold levels.
“Your muffin.  Give it to me.”
 
>After the day you’ve had, you should have known better.
>You really should have.
>Glaring down at the confection in your palm, you hang your head in defeat.
>You just can’t win.
>Mrs. Cake will have to wait until you can come up with a more effective way of enticing her away from her husband.
>Mrs. Cake watches you leave and shakes her head, smiling.
>“What a nice young man.  Those gossipers have him all wrong, he didn’t make a single move on me all day.”
>Her eyes trail lower, eyebrows raising as her lips turn into a smirk.
>“Too bad, that boy has legs for days.  I suppose I’ll just have to give Pinkie the day off again sometime next week and try again.”
>With a dreary sigh, she shuts the door and goes back to baking.
 
 
 
 
 
The Most Sacred Pact - Anon
 
 
 
>Midday, Canterlot Castle.
>Strolling through the halls, Celestia goes over her mental to do list.
>Raise the sun, check.
>Enjoy a lengthy soak, check.
>Breakfast and an hour of lounging, check.
>Receive a letter from one of her faithful students.
>…
>She sighs and shakes her head.
>While not sure why the frequency of letters has decreased, Celestia sure doesn’t like it.
>“Maybe I want to learn more about the magic of friendship too.”
>Grumbling, the Sun Princess glares at the ground when a strange sound tickles her ears.
>“Is that, laughter?”
>Light and airy, the soft giggle is followed by a delighted squeal and the sound of wood slamming against stone.
>“Oh my, that’s wonderful!”
>Luna’s voice causes Celestia to go rigid.
>“Please, may I have more?”
>A smile spreads across the Princess’ face.
>No letters today?
>That’s fine, it would be better to study something first hand.
>Like the Magic of Intimacy.
>Taking care not to let her hooves clop too loudly, Celestia moves down towards her sister’s quarters.
>As she approaches, Luna’s voice becomes more delighted.
>“Oh, this is delightful.  You’re so, warm.  Please, let me feel you.”
>A Cheshire grin splits Celestia’s face in two as she leans her ear against the door.
>“Oh, mmm, Anonymous.”
>And as quickly as it appeared, her expression falls.
>In seconds her dead face morphs into a twisted mask of rage.
>Turning away from the door, the Princess seethes, her body quivering with barely contained rage.
 
 
 
 
>
>Luna slides her hooves over your body, giving a delighted squeak as she brushes her face against your arm.
>Considering her usual reserved nature, this is quite a departure.
>“Oh, it’s so good.  I need more.”
“Princess, I really think we should stop…”
>“And I think we should keep going.  Guess which we’re going to do?”
>Sighing, you lay back down and try to forget that this is happening.
>Unfortunately, the door picks that very moment to go flying across the room and shatter into hundreds of pieces against the near wall.
>In the now empty portal, a familiar flank heaves with exertion from the kick.
>Pure white, decorated with a shining sun.
“Ayup.  I’m in trouble.”
>Celestia whirls, stalking into the room, Luna trembling beside you.
>Her eyes dart over the scene, and her glowering glare grows.
>Damage control Anonymous!  Go, go!
“Now, Princess, I know this looks bad”
>Holding up her hoof, the aggravated mare shakes her head.
>“Stop, right there Anonymous.  If you’re going to speak, speak the truth.”
>You sigh, looking down at the bed.
>Okay, it looks worse than bad.
 
 
 
>Here you are with Princess Luna, her sister.
>Dressed in three layers of puffy jackets, snow pants, fuzzy socks and a pom-pom hat.
>There’s no easy way to break this news to her.
“I’m sorry Princess.  I have been, cuddling with your sister.”
>Celestia’s stony expression doesn’t change, though the words slip between her teeth with a seething rage.
>“Are you not my Royal Cuddler?”
“I am, my Princess.”
>“For how long?”
“Pardon?”
>“How long, have you been sneaking around behind my back?”
“A-about two months now.”
>“Why?”
>Taking a deep breath, you sigh and close your eyes.
“She, she lets me be the big spoon.”
 
>
>Despite what folks might say, Celestia is a pretty decent sort.
>Kind, generous, understanding.
>She could have killed you for your insolence.
>Instead, she gave you a new home with a beautiful view.
>Smiling, you look out over the verdant greens and beautiful blues, a slow ache over taking your heart.
>The world turns beneath you, and you pick up a hunk of rock and hurl it out into the vast expanse between you and the planet you once called home.
>Watching it fall, end over end, towards the world below, you can only think of one thing to say.
“…I really hope that one beans you in the horn, Celestia.”