Title:           Discipline (DT/SS series) [FR]
Author:          minion_of_Lulu
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First Edit:      Thursday 5th of December 2013 09:48:40 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 5th of December 2013 09:48:40 PM CDT

>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..."