1 (original author Anonymous):
"Ouch!"
> "Hey, WATCH IT DWEEB! I'M GONNA-"
"... s-sorry, I didn't..."
> "..."
"... are you alright?"
> "I'm fine... but my smoothie went all over my fur! How you gonna fix it?"
"I'm so sorry!"
> "Come with me! You're cleaning it up!"
"Uh... s-sorry..."
> "Let's GO! Alright, back here is fine. Now get to work!"
"I... I don't have any water..."
> "Use your tongue, idiot! I don't have all day!"
"... I... I can't..."
> "Stop being such a crybaby! You messed me up, you gotta make it better!"
"... o-okay."
> "There you go... lower."
"Mmh?"
> "Did I stutter? Lower. Now."
"..."
> "... alright, you're gonna have to climb over me to get everywhere."
"... please... don't-"
> "NO CRYING. GET ON TOP OF ME."
 
"I don't want to... I'm sorry..."
> "I'm about to lose my cool. You get on now or I'll mop the floor with you."
"..."
> "Was that so hard?"
"... nh!"
> "I feel that. Why are you getting off on this? Is this how you get your kicks?"
"I-I didn't mean-"
> "You're one sicko, you know that?"
"C-can I go?"
> "No way! You haven't even finished cleaning me up! Plus now you have to make it up to me!"
"I... I could help you-AHH!"
> "That's my tail. Keep working."
"Stop it..."
> "Not until you're made it up to me."
"... wh-what do you want?"
> "Seriously? Fine, I'll give you a hint."
"!!!!"
> "About time you figured it out, dweeb."
 
 
"N-no... I don't want this!"
> "I didn't want to wear my smoothie either."
"I said I'm sorry, please stop!"
> "HAH! Feel that?"
"..."
> "That's your fault, too. Now hold still."
"No, stop!"
> "I said to hold still! Fine, if that's how you want to play..."
"G-get off me... please..."
> "As if! I'm not satisfied yet!"
"I... I didn't..."
> "Shut up! Geez, if you kill this mood I SWEAR-"
"A-AAAAAH I'M SORRY!"
> "Good. Just lay there and let me do my thing like a good little pony."
"..."
> "Whoa, you're crying? Let's see if this changes your mood."
"...nnNNNN!~"
 
> "Hnnnnnh..."
"A-Aaaaahh... p-please-"
> "Don't spoil this, just let me get used to it."
"Guh!"
> "... okay, let's start slow."
"AAAAH!"
> "Really? Keep it down, idiot!"
"... stop... I can't..."
> "Shhhh... it'll be fine, just relax."
"Mnnh... why..."
> "I... told you... why! I'm not... stopping... until I've... had my fill of you!"
"You're... you're..."
> "Why do you... have to try... and ruin this?"
"MMMMNNNN!"
> "If I have to stop again I'm leaving wounds, got it? Now stay quiet or I'll hold your mouth shut!"
"... y-yes, ma'am."
> "Better. Now let's try again..."
"... hnnn..."
> "Ahhh... there's good... taking it up... a notch..."
"... I... I can't-"
> "Yeah... you're enjoying... it, aren't you... pony-boy?"
"No... I... huuuuu..."
> "Your face... priceless... nnnghh!~"
"Nothappeningnothappeningno-HURK!"
> "Last stretch... pony! What you... got? HUH?!"
"I-if... if you... I'll!"
> "Do it... I want it!"
"A-ahh... ahhh! You-!"
> "HNNNNNNGGHhhhh...."
"AAAhhh... ahhh...."
> "Hahh... hah... not bad... pony boy... went cross-eyed... for a bit..."
"... why.... I said sorry..."
> "And it's cool... I forgive you."
"... you..."
> "Hah... thanks for the fun, but I'm out... see ya, dweeb."
 
"... why... WHYYYY?!"
 
END
 
2 (original author 'DneirfKcalb'):
> 'It's so hot out here...'
> Butterscotch wiped the sweat off of his brow.
> He was third in line for lemonade, and the pony running the stand was taking an awfully long time.
> He gently flapped his wings.
> The small breeze it provided was nice, but it wouldn't quench his thirst.
> He gulped; his throat felt like sandpaper.
> He briefly considered switching over to the smoothie line.
> The line was much faster, but he didn't want to risk hurting the lemonade stand owner's feelings.
> Well, that and Gilda was at the back of that line.
>He'd rather stay in the slower line.
> Where it was safe.
>The line he was in finally moved forward.
> He smiled. He would get his relief.
> Soon, he got to the front, and immediately understood why it took so long.
> The CMCs were running the stand..
>Sweetiebell was stomping around in a barrel of lemons, the results were pouring out of a small tube and into an large bucket.
> Scootaloo was dumping bag after bag of sugar into it.
> "Ahem."
> He looked down. Applebloom smiled sheepishly.
>"Sorry about tha' wait. We ran outta suger."
>'Gee, I wonder why...'
> She pushed a cup towards him.
> "That'll be 5 bits."
> He inwardly groaned, both at the blatant rip off and the fact that this wouldn't be worth the wait.
> He coughed up the bits anyway and took his drink.
> He dared to take a sip as he walked.
> He swore he could feel a cavity forming.
> Maybe he could--
>"Oof!"
> His drink hit the ground, along with a pink liquid.
>"O-oh! I-I'm sorry, I didn't...mean...to...oh no..."
>"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, DWEEB!"
 
> He tried to scuttle back, and out of the danger zone, but was dragged even closer into her personal space.
>She pointed at the strawberry smoothie smeared into her fur.
>"LOOK AT THIS! YOU CLUMSY JERK! I SHOULD--"
> Her eyes left his briefly, eyeing a much tastier treat.
>"Come on, dork. You're gonna clean this up."
> Before he can come up with any sort of reply, he's being dragged away.
>She stopped behind a building that Butterscotch couldn't place at the moment.
>"This is good. Get up, nerd."
> He scrambled to his hooves and began sputtering out apologies.
> "I-I'm really sorry, Gilda. P-please--"
> His apology was cut short as a hot, narrow tongue dragged up his chest.
> "What...what are you doing?"
> "Those kids really can't make lemonade for shit." She states, pointing at his drenched coat.
> He gasped as she pushed him against the brick wall.
> He could feel the panic beginning to rise in his throat.
> "W-well, if you'd let me get a warm rag or something, I could--"
>"No,"
> Her voice dropped to a husky growl.
>"I want you to clean it off with your tongue."
> Panic mode activated.
>"I couldn't! Th-this is wrong!"
> She grabbed a fistfull of his mane and shoved his face into her chest.
 
>"NOW!"
Gilda could here more muffled pleas vibrating against her chest.
>"If you don't, I'll rip your hair out by the roots and shove em down your throat!"
> His cries ceased immediately.
> Of course, Gilda wasn't THAT cruel, but the threat alone was enough to get him to comply.
> He gave a tentative lick, and immediately gagged.
> The strawberry was almost completely overpowered by the taste of sweat.
> The tears began to spill and he found himself full on sobbing.
> His tears were much more efficient in cleaning her than his tongue was, but she huffed anyway and yanked his head back.
> "Wow. You're crying?"
> He nodded, thinking she'd have a change of heart and leave him be.
> Instead, his right cheek exploded in pain, and he suddenly found himself on his back.
>"You look pretty when you cry."
 
> He brought his hoof up to caress his red, sticky cheek.
>"...why..?"
> He felt his legs being forced apart.
>"Please! S-stop!"
> He cringed as he felt her hot breath against his balls.
> They disappeared into her beak, her tongue slowly massaging him.
> He felt his cock rising and choked back a sob at the realization that he was enjoying this.
> She glanced up, and inwardly grinned.
> His balls dropped from her mouth as she uses two talons to hold up his cock.
 
 
> He blushed, feeling more degradged, if that was possible. She made him feel small, holding his...you know... like it was too tiny.
>"It's amazing that a dweeb like you could have a dick like this."
> She gave it a hard lick, sending a chill up Scotch's spine.
> A stong flap of her wings put her on top of him.
> As his erection pressed against her wet enterance, his panic renewed.
>"N-no! Please! I don't want this! I've never--"
>"Shut up."
> She lifted her hips and positioned his cock.
>"Just remember this,"
> She paused, taking in his pitiful expression.
>"You'll never be more than what you are now: A toy."
> She slammed her hips down, taking In every inch at once.
> He cried out in pain; His tiny hips were being crushed by her colossal ones everytime she came down.
 
>'What did I do to deserve this?'
> Her ass slapped against his thighs.
>'I didn't want this...'
> The pressure in his balls gradually increased to the point where it almost hurt.
>'Did I?'
> Gilda suddenly came to a screeching stop.
> She let out a deafening screech as her walls tightened around his dick.
> Butterscotch made a much quiter, strangled noise as he came inside of her.
> Everything became eerily quiet.
>'Please. Please, Celestia. Let her leave. Please, just leave.'
> The weight on his pelvis lifted.
> His limp cock slid out of her.
>"Thanks for the fuck, Dweeb. We should do it again, sometime."
> Then she was gone.
> And all he could do, was curl uo in a ball and cry.