Bonds of Blood
 
>You're just chilling in the shade of a tree, enjoying the breezy atmosphere.
>It's been a fairly calm day, Scootaloo and Applebloom having gone "home" to visit for the day.
>Though honestly, they pretty much live with you now.
>So today it's just you and Sweetie. As a treat, you decided to take her to the fields outside of town to let her run and prance, as beings of the equine persuasion often do.
>Speaking of, you see the filly soon bolt from behind a distant hilly and run directly towards you
>Something's wrong, you can feel it.
>"ANON!"
"SWEETIE!? What happened!? Are you hurt!?" you demand, seeing the blood on her face.
>"I didn't mean to. It was an accident! So sorry! I don't wanna go to jail!"
>The filly babbles on and on, tears running down her face.
"Sweetie, please calm down and tell me what happened." you say, rubbing the filly's neck for comfort.
>Taking a deep breath, she tells you the story, her voice cracking the whole time.
>"So there I was playing in the far field when Diamond Tiara showed up and started making fun of me."
>"Saying me and the girls were so dumb and unloved even our families abandoned us to a smelly ape and then...."
>"She wouldn't stop. I tried to leave and she wouldn't let me. She just kept making fun of me, about everything, and I...."
>"I only meant to shove her. And...and I horn stabbed her! I don't wanna go to jail!"
>A chill goes down your spine. This, this isn't some shit you wanted to deal with.
 
>"Anon, please help me!" she asks with large, pleading eyes.
"Alright Sweetie. I know this is hard, but I need you to be strong, calm down, and show me where she is."
>With a tearful sniff and a nod, she turns and leads you to the spot.
>In the field lays a pink, bloody filly, a single hole through her chest. The body, still with open eyes and vacant expression.
>It doesn't take a doctor to tell that Tiara isn't getting up from this.
"Did anyone see this, Sweetie?"
>"No..."
>Well that's good, with Equestria being pre-forensics, it's almost impossible to prove a crime without a witness.
"Alright, good." you say as you wrap the body in your jacket.
>There's still a lot of blood on the ground, but you'll just have to hope the high grass, and the size and isolation of the field handle that.
>Taking a long path back through the woods, Sweetie sticks very close the whole trip, except when you instruct her to wash off the blood in a creek.
>Finally though, you reach your modest home a little outside of town.
>"So...what are we gonna do, Anon?"
"Well Sweetie. We're gonna get rid of her, get our story straight, and make sure we don't get caught."
>"How? .....Burn her?"
"No, it's actually pretty hard to burn someone."
>Sweetie follows as you head into the back and into the shed you keep for butchering meat.
>"You're gonna EAT her!?"
"No. Throw her in the lake." You begin as you slice open Diamond's belly.
"But we need to make absolutely sure she won't float back up.
 
>Sweetie watches in disgusted curiosity as you make multiple punctures on many of Tiara's organs, ensuring she won't hold gas.
>Lastly you drain her of blood for cleaner carrying, the liquid looking unsuspicious among the stains of the many deer who found their way to this room.
>Later that night, the two of you are almost ready to make your dumping trip.
"Alright Sweetie. You got your story straight?"
>"We were at home alone all day, we read books, I practiced my magic, and we took a nap."
"And the rules?"
>"Don't tell anyone ever ever ever. Not even Scootaloo or Applebloom. Don't go back to the field for a long time. Don't listen to the news or rumors."
>"And don't talk about her unless it would be weird not to."
"Right. Remember, there's no reason for anyone to suspect you."
>Setting out, the two of you skulk your way through the lightest outskirts of the small village.
>Unlike normal, more than the occasional guard patrols the streets, Filthy's wealth likely having bought all the extra eyes the town was willing to spare.
>It's still not much though, and you easily slip by.
>Finally arriving at horseshoe lake, you load your cargo into a stolen rowboat and shove off.
>It's slow going by moonlight till you reach what you feel is a good spot.
>Ropes connecting to rocks are tied around the burlap sack and tossed over.
>The two of you breath a sigh of relief before Sweetie starts to sniffle.
>"So what now?"
 
"Now we return this boat, go home, I'll burn my clothes, and we'll never talk about this again."
>"But...I wish I didn't even have this stupid horn."
"Accidents happen Sweetie. No need to dwell on it. When this blows over, we'll look into horn safety. Alright?"
>"Alright...Thanks Anon. I love you."
"Love you too, Sweetie." you tell the filly, placing a hand on her withers.
 
 
 
 
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Anal Fashion
 
>This world never ceases to amaze you.
>Magic. Adventure. A multitude of sapient species, with new ones popping up from time to time. and the ruins of a few who seem to be long dead.
>You've explored what its had to offer as best you safely could, then just popped over to the next village whenever your exotic flare started to fade.
>Food, drink. trinkets. You've tried out the girls of many a race, but never started one of the harems that are the standard.
>Still too young to be tied down, after all.
>But the big topic on everyones lips is the rebirth of a fashion trend from almost a century ago.
>Or rather, one that has come and gone several times throughout history, across several nations and species.
>Mares of all classes have taken to decorating their genitals and pretty little ponuts with piercings and toys.
>But no vaginal insertions. In their eyes, this is sexy and all, but it's not REALLY actually sexual if there's nothing being put in there.
>But god DAMN do they flaunt it. The whole point is to appeal to the guys. So they take it as a compliment if you get down and stare right at it. Maybe touch... just a little.
>So with a few sweet words to the mayor, and the help of this towns self-proclaimed fashionista, you managed to set up a genital fashion competition.
>So that the mares in town could see what their stallions liked in a mare, of course.
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>Be Dash.
 
>You're currently sitting by the fountain in the town square, slightly grinding a plug as you and Applejack watch stallions.
>"Whatcha think of that one Dash?"
"I dunno, kinda scrawny, you know?"
>"Mmhmm."
"That one?" you say, pointing to a fit stallion with like seven mares following.
>"Nah. He's good lookin' an' all, but ya ain't never gonna stand out in a herd that big."
"Pfft. I could stand out among a hundred mares."
>"Heheh. That's a good one Rainbow. Ah know how ya are. Whenever you so much as talk to a stallion, you trip over yer own hooves faster than ya can fly."
"Shut up Applejack." you say, your cheeks burning. "I'm serious. No mare could compete with THIS!"
>"That so? Why don'tcha put your money where your mouth is?"
"I'm listening..."
>"There's this nethers fashion show goin' on in about a month. Some big show as an excuse to show off for the fella's. Hundred bits says the judges'll barely give you a second glance."
"I accept!" you blurt without thinking. Again. "So. Uhh. You gonna compete?"
>"Nah. Ah already got a plug and a chastity ring. Keep it simple, ya know? You might wanna hurry up though, ya only got a month of healin' before they can shootcha down."
>Oh, no way you're gonna take that smug crap lying down.
"Later AJ. I've got a competition to prepare for."
>And with that, you head off.
>Sadly, you couldn't count on Rarity for tips, because she was competing too. Typical. So you needed to wing it.
 
>Almost five weeks on piercings, healing, and stretching later, it's time.
>Arriving, you quickly sign up and slip back stage to get ready.
>But, there's SO many mares here. Dozens! There's every combination of plugs, and piercings, and gimmicks.
>For the first time in a long time, you feel completely out classed.
>Soon after, everyone is called to the stage and lined up.
>Your legs feel like noodles, as you stare into the crowd. It's big. Real big. And with a really big concentration of stallions, maybe more than you've ever seen at once.
>And it feels like they're all staring at you.
>At the judges table, you see five stallions from town, and that weird human thing that wandered up a while back.
>Him? Really?
>He has a reputation with the mares in town. And now he's going to be looking at you? Judging you? T..touching you?
>"Alright ladies. This is how it's going to work. This is our first contest, so we'll keep it simple."
>"We'll call you up one at a time. Examine your presentation and describe it to the crowd, then you'll perform a task or skill, kind of a talent show thing."
>"Each judge will assign points based on the mares looks, choice of accessories, presentation, and ability to function during tasks versus the extremeness of the fashion and task difficulty."
>"Then we'll tally it all up and choose three winners. Please step back to the curtain until we call your name."
>Everyone does so and waits.
 
>Okay, so not everything is as out there as you thought. A lot of it is just clit rings, rapid winks, and big plugs.
>But there are some stand outs. But you're more focused on something else. Besides you and Rarity, Twilight and Pinkie also turned up. Great.
>"Next up. Miss "Lady Rarity"."
>Rarity and the judges take center stage.
>"Hello darlings! I'm ready to shine!"
>"Mmmhm. As you can see, fine fans. This pearly mare is wearing a lovely collection of tack."
>"A minimal harness and belt connect by chain to teat and clit piercings, from which hang feathery adornments."
>"A bridle rests on her head, from the belt is a piece that pulls her tail high, leaving her silky black loins on full display."
>Taking hold of her toy, he pulls it out as she suppresses a moan.
>"In her shapely rear rests a thick dildo, 9 inches long and as thick as a mares foreleg. Truly, a lady who will do anything to satisfy her stallion."
>"Peacock feathers on the top of the bridle, harness, and jutting from the dildo tell us this is a mare who's proud of who she is."
>He turns her fully around, showing her gape to the crowd.
>"And to top it all off, chastity rings. For the mare waiting for the perfect herd."
>Sliding the toy back in, he sets her to the side.
>"Alright miss "Lady" Rarity. Time for your show. Why don't you show us what you have?"
>"Oh of course, you flatterer you!"
 
>Winding up, Rarity does a silly, fru fru dance number, making sure to strut about and show off that tree she shoved in her butt.
>Once she finishes, the judges hold up their scores.
>Medium high.
>"W..what! But I helped organize this event! Anonymous, darling, how could you turn on me like this?!"
>"Rarity, dear. I may be a philandering, lecherous pervert, but I have principals. I thought your get up is too flashy and over the top. I voted as such."
>You can hardly hold in your laughter as she storms out of the building in a huff.
>Then there was Twilight.
>She had all this tacky mess made of gold, with a gold and diamond bit symbol hanging from her clit ring.
>Her act was a painful rap about how she's a pretty princess and how she should have a herd of stallions, instead of being in a stallions herd.
>She got disqualified for "tackiness, unlikability, flabby librarian booty, and cracking disgusting horse farts while being examined".
>A few more contestants pass, then it's Pinkie's turn.
>"Next up. Everyones friend, miss Pinkamina "Pinkie" Diane Pie.
>Pinkie hops forward and presents to the crowd.
>"So, dear viewers, there doesn't seem to be much here. There's a, let's see, 5 inch long and fairly thick candy cane colored buttplug, and...is that a yo-yo on your clit ring?"
>"Yessiree!"
>"So I take it you intend to rely on skill over the extremeness of your fashion itself? Please, put on a show for us." Anon tells her as he pops her toy back in her butt.
 
>"Oklydokley!" Pinkie blurts with a smile.
>With a bump of her hind legs, the yoyo falls to the ground, before she starts winding it up and down with her winks.
>Then it gets worse!
>She balances on her forehooves, and swings it around the world, even bringing it further and closer with half winks.
>THEN, she starts using these custom horseshoes on her rear hooves to do all kinds of complex string tricks.
>It's incredible! It's impossible! There's no way anyone could compete!
>The judges agree, and she gets probably the highest score yet.
>A few more pass, before it's finally your turn.
>"Next contestant. Please give a round of applause for the future wonderbolt, Rainbow Dash. Dashie, please come up."
>This is it! They really are looking at you now. All the stallions, watching, judging. Saying you're not good enough for their herds.
>Legs trembling, you walk forward.
>"Well, Dash? Are you going to present or not?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Take a look."
>You turn, and present, and immediately feel him touching you all over.
>"Seems we've got another creative one, folks. Here we seem to have have a plug, clit spur, and anal reins combo."
>He pulls and prods as he figures you out, before he pulls out your toy, sending shivers down your spine.
>"Very interesting. The reins extend only through the walls of this especially perky ponut, but can be joined by magnets in the narrow part of the plug. 5 inches long, unusually wide."
 
>"And then there's this dulled spur! As you can see folks, it's connected to the end of a thick, clit framing ring. When she winks, it rolls down her button, when she retracts, it's rolls up."
>Suddenly, he plunges the plug back in, shaking your whole body.
>"So miss Dash, what do you have planned for us?"
"I..I've got some awesome air tricks to show you. Get ready for...for the coolest thing you've ever seen!"
>"Really? Well then!" He gives your but reins a sharp tug. "Giddyup little horsey!"
>But you can't giddy up.
>Between the tugging, the plug, and the spur, you're pushed over the edge.
>Right there, in front of everyone, you let out a huge, soupy maregasm and a big whinny!
>As soon as you regain your senses, you bolt straight forward, behind the curtain.
>"Well. I suppose we'll just move on to our next contestant then....."
>Another hour passes as you sulk backstage, when you hear them start to announce the winners.
>"Ladies and especially gents, the judges have made their decisions."
>"In third place is....Flitter and Cloudchaser, with their piercings connected by very short chains, and their daring, coordinated acrobatics."
>"Truly, these are two girls who will go to any lengths for their herd. But stallions beware, these incestuous twins are most assuredly a package deal."
>"In second place is....Lyra Heartstrings, with her clit bell, teat chimes, drum plug, and vaginal harp made from spreader and gauges."
 
>"Certainly an interesting one. But I'm sorry to say, stallions. That this xenophilic filly marches to the meat of a different race."
>"And in first place...as if there was any other choice, is the Pink with the wink!"
>"I envy any guy who gets her, because muscle control like that must be heaven itself. Congrats Pinkie, may you be the alpha mare of your stallions herd!"
>The entire area is a thunder of applause.
>You're about ready to slink off when something unexpected happens.
>"Lastly, an honorable mention to Rainbow Dash. While you may have fallen short, your creativity is greatly admired, and I hope your design catches on."
>"If you're still here, there's a complimentary prize waiting for you in the back."
>"That concludes our first, but hopefully not last plugs and piercings competition. Good night everyone."
>A little later, you're in the lobby when you're confronted by Applejack.
>"Hey pardner. Guess ah owe ya that hundred bits, huh?"
"What? But..But I..ugh, lost..."
>"The bet wasn't thatcha'd win. It was that ya could stand out ta the guys. Ya got runner's up, so least one of 'em noticed ya."
"Yeah, told ya I could stand out in even the biggest herd. Kinda wish I hadn't freaked, though."
>"Well, if it's any consolation, ya beat ol' high an' mighty Rarity at her own game."
"Pfft! Yep, you can bet I'm gonna rub her snout in it too!"
>"Anyway, looks like ya got company. Ah'll have yer bits for ya later."
 
>Turning around, you can see Anon coming around the corner, Lyra following right behind.
>"Miss Dash, so glad you're still here! Thought you wouldn't be picking up your prize!"
"Oh, yeah. Heh... So what's the prize?"
>"Food, a plug. A few bits. You can hop in bed with me and Lyra if you like."
"I uh..."
>A stallion is talking to you! To you! Dash!
>Stay calm, be cool.
"Hell yeah!"
>Smooth.
>He grabs your butt reins, and pulls, forcing you to hobble along after him.
>"Well, come along little pony, we can use the back room."
>Today was an alright day.
 
 
 
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Hope Harem
 
>Only the sounds of low grunts and high moans can be heard as your captivated audience looks on in awe.
>With a deep groan, you pull the young satyr down, flooding her bowels with your seed. Her own body rocked with you think her fourth consecutive orgasm.
>For a moment you rest, your already rehardening cock still deep in the limp girls warm tunnel.
>Recatching your breath, you nudge her up, your rod exiting her with a squelching pop.
"Good job, uh.." you begin, peeking at the brand on her haunches "22. That was great. You get a Good Girl star."
>The exhausted satyr flashes a tired smile of pride as you press the stamp to her breast, leaving a small gold star to show off around the house.
>Excusing her, she makes her way to a couch and promptly lays down while another, branded as 14 kneels to clean the mess left by her sister.
>As 14 goes about her oral worship, you reach out and idly pet the head of the satyr kneeling at your side.
>Your favorite, your truest daughter. Hope.
"Hope, I have to thank you sweetie. These mirror clones of yours are the best gift I've ever had."
>"Thank you daddy!" she beams "I just don't want some greedy mare taking advantage of you."
"Don't worry about that, Hope. I'm not going anywhere."
>Your response is a simple snuggle into your side.
 
 
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Classical Satyrs
 
>You sit, idly tapping your fingers as you watch your daughters play some board game or another.
>Daughters dropped in your lap by a pair of green and tan ponies you can't remember the names of that you met on some night you also couldn't remember.
>They didn't want to be associated with you. None of these stupid racist horses did. Oh well, your girls were excellent company. And your only company.
>Snapping out of your thoughts, you watch a little longer as the room seems to become impossibly quiet.
>The sound of their play becomes as thunder, your own breath pounds your head like a tornado, your heartbeat a canon.
>Soon enough, a fight breaks out, complete with screaming and hair pulling. You're only too happy for the excuse to leap into action.
"Alright girls! Break it up!"
>"Gumdrop started it!"
>"No I didn't, you liar!"
"Hope, Gumdrop, stop. I don't care who started it. Now kiss and make up."
>With smirks, the lusty nymphs take your advice, pulling each other into a passionate embrace, only for you to pull them apart.
"There's time for that later, girls, we're going out."
>The to satyrs almost literally jump for joy, as that meant only one thing.
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"Yes, I'm saying you're trying to screw me. We both know wine hasn't gotten half that expensive."
>"Look, I'm just trying to run a business."
"And I'm trying not to punch a grifter. As much as I buy, you're making plenty of profit."
>The shopkeeper tries to stare you down, but quickly remembers that it doesn't work.
>"Fine, take your wine, but you freaks better stay out of my store."
"Fuck the ponice, I'll see you next week. Later Berry Punch."
>The three of you waddle out, each clacking from the load of dozens of bottles as you make your way home.
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>You awaken with a hangover sometime in what you assume is the next day.
>Half the furniture is flipped over, wine bottles are scattered everywhere, the house smell like sex, and all three of you are covered in crude writing.
>Today was a Dionysian day.
 
 
 
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I wonder how many dicks she sucked to buy that handbag, because as a satyr, that's obviously how she earned it
 
>"Aww come on dad, do I have to?" Polo whines.
>"Yeah, I really don't wanna." S'more chimes in. "It sounds hard and dirty."
"Now girls. Peach has been doing this almost every day since she was practically a baby. I don't think one summer will hurt you."
>The two satyrs seem to pout at your stubbornness, so you try to entice them a bit.
"Besides, maybe you'll get you some of that nice money your sister is always rubbing in your faces."
>"Fine. But only because you're making us." pout the purple haired fillies.
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"Alright, look sir, you can try describing it with all the 2 bit words you like, but we both know you're only here for one reason. Now, are we going to do business or not?"
>"Very well. In light of your reputation for excellence, I will ignore your boorish manners. Please lead the way."
>You lead the stallion to a small collection of unassuming buildings in a shady and well kept area.
>From one comes a rhythmic bumping and thumping, no doubt Peach hard at work.
>As you crack open the door to one of the larger building tucked in the corner, you spot something amiss.
>Trash is strewn about the area, puddles of liquid are everywhere, and many objects are marred by damage.
>And amidst it all lie two young girls, alive, but clearly dead to the world.
"God dammit! You two were supposed to be making booze, not drinking it!"
>Today was a less tragic Dionysian day.
 
 
 
 
 
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Exploding Boilers
 
>"There you go, Master! A shiny new boiler, installed and ready to use!"
>"So, Master..." pipe up the minotauresses sister, "Perhaps we could be rewarded for our hard work?"
"Perhaps. Turn around, tails up and touch your hooves."
>Granite, the younger quickly complies. But her sister hesitates for a moment.
"Onyx, is there a problem?"
>"Master, I...."
>She opts not to say anything further, and instead finishes her task.
>As you'd expected, a gem studded plug sits nestled in Granite's perky pucker, glistening like her chastity pierced sex.
>Onxy on the other hand, has a dreadfully empty rump.
>"Sir, I'm sorry. I was getting sore and I"
"Thought you'd go a day without it, without my permission?"
>"Yes sir."
"You know the rules, girls."
>"Good girls don't cum!" Granite happily chirps.
>"And bad girls can't cum." her sullen sister mumbles.
>Scrounging up a few supplies, you cuff Onyx's hands behind her back before clipping a small chain to her clit ring.
>The chain is looped around a nearby pipe and back to the ring, just high enough that Onyx is forced onto her tippy hooves to avoid the tugging pain.
>"Ah! Master! Too rough!!"
"Eh! Remain quiet, and I'll have you released in an hour and all will be forgiven. Granite, follow me, it's time for milkies!"
>Onyx can only watch in pain as her sister prances out, indifferent to her suffering, to receive a loving hand-milking session by their master.
 
 
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Kimmy Mera Selfcest Bumper
 
>"Oh come on, you can't say you're not at least a little curious."
>"Not in the leassssst."
>"I don't believe you." Kimmy states as she exerts her will over her smaller sister, forcing her into position.
>"After all, if you can't be honest with yourself...."
>"I...I don't want thissss..."
>"Shh." the young hybrid says with boat motherly whisper, and a light, predatory growl. >"Just relax, Mera."
>The young snake feels the smooth pads of her sisters paws brush along her scales.
>Despite her better judgement, she does as she's told, and waits.
>The sisters lips meet, feelings of shame and contentment flood her. As does a curious feeling of somehow being more in tune with her other half.
>Mera feels her resistance melt, and her forked tongue flicks out to taste her siblings.