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// The Story// Story: Heart's Desire// by beatbox9988//------------------------------//

 If you see this story bearing any similarities to Anonymous Pegasus' Affliction of the Heart, then you are absolutely right! If you haven't heard of him, then I strongly urge you to go check out his stuff! 

A yellow pegasus entered her home, the door clicking closed behind her. Her home was a modest one, simple furniture decorated the living space. A couple of couches were placed around a wooden coffee table. A pot was placed on it with a small wilting flower. 

She trotted past her living room and into the kitchen, where she unceremoniously dumped the groceries which she had been carrying on her back on the kitchen counter and sighed in relief, happy to relieve herself of the extra weight.

She turned to her fridge to open it, only to stop as her gaze landed on the photo that was held in place by a magnet. It was a photos of her family: Her husband, Tressle, and her daughter, Pastel. Her gaze softened as her heart flooded with warmth. Her gaze then lingered on to herself, which reminded her of one little detail that she had overlooked since she returned home.

"Oh, right." She muttered to herself before she was surrounded by a green fire, which travelled all the way up from her hooves to the top of her head. What emerged from the fire was not a pony, but an insectoid like creature that looked like one. Its most prominent feature was its hooves and wings, which were riddled with tiny holes. It had fangs that were razor sharp, giving the impression that it was a predator, which it no doubt was. It was jet black and it had fin-like appendages on the top of its head instead of a mane.

She was not a pony. She was a changeling.

She was also a housewife, who is happily married to a pegasus pony and had given birth to a beautiful (and sometimes rambunctious) pony/changeling hybrid.

She hummed a little tune to herself, her wings buzzing at intervals while putting away the groceries into the fridge.

Her ears perked up when she heard the back door opening and closing with a thump, and the all too familiar grunts that followed. 

"And good afternoon to you too." She greeted without even turning around, a small smile etched on her face. 

"Hey, Love." Tressle responded. Her husband was a grey pony with a short-cropped black mane and tail. He also had a talent in growing plants, which was highly unusual considering the fact that he was a pegasus.

The changeling suddenly found herself wrapped in two strong hooves from the back. They were muddy from all the work her husband had no doubt gotten them from tending to all his plants, but she didn't care. She felt her husband nuzzling her neck, before giving her a quick peck on her cheek.

"So how was your day?" She asked warmly.

"Back breaking work as usual, but hey, it gets food on the table." Tressle replied simply.

"And...?" The changeling asked expectantly.

"Aaaaaand...I love you?" Tressle replied unsurely.

The changeling sighed in exasperation. She turned around and fixed her husband with a deadpan stare. "You forgot didn't you?"

"Forgot what?" He asked dumbly.

"Oh for the love of..." The changeling muttered, genuinely getting annoyed. Instead of coming up with a verbal response, she merely pointed to a calendar that was pinned on the wall.

Tressle looked to where she was pointing and studied the calendar, wondering what his wife wanted to show him. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as it landed on one particular date that was circled in red marker.

Their anniversary...

He turned back to his wife with a sheepish grin on his face. "Uh... Happy Anniversary?" He said pathetically.

His wife merely scowled at him, before returning to putting the groceries away.

"Oh Celestia, Scarlet? I'm sorry." He said, his eyes downcast.

Scarlet merely ignored him, her wings giving off an irritated buzz.

"Scarlet? Please let me make it up to you?" Tressle implored her, his voice full of regret. "Please, I'll do anything!"

Scarlet paused at this, finding interest in her husband's proposal. "Anything...?" Her voice trailed off ominously, a wicked grin forming on her face.

"Um...yes?" Tressle replied hesitantly, suddenly regretting his choice of words.

"Well, luckily for us, not all of us had forgotten one of the most important day of our lives," Tressle winced at her words," so I propose we do something new in the bedroom.

Tressle was relieved that she wasn't going to bite his head off, but still somewhat apprehensive at her proposal. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm not going to like this?"

"You can't back out now, Tressle. You proooomiiised~!" Scarlet sing-songed. 

Tressle merely huffed at that, resigning to his fate." Can I at least know what we're going to do?"

"It's going to be a little role play." Scarlet replied enthusiastically.

'Of course...'Tressle thought dourly.

Deciding to leave her alone for now, Tressle went to tend to other chores around the house, head buzzing with what his wife has cooked up.

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"So..." Tressle began nervously. He and his wife were currently in their room, lying together in their shared bed. Their daughter, Pastel, had been conveniently invited over to sleepover at her friend's place. She was in fact, strangely enough, invited not by her friend, but by the mother of said friend, whom was coincidentally a very good friend of Scarlet, leaving the two married couple completely alone for the night.

They had had a pleasant evening, despite their little scuffle in the afternoon. Scarlet had prepared a delicious dinner, and Tressle had showered her with affection. All the while, Tressle had done his level best to hide his anxiety from his wife, however futile it was since she was born to detect these kinds of emotions, but she didn't comment on it. On the contrary, she seemed to revel in her husband's jittery behavior.

"So..." Scarlet said. "I suppose we should start." 

"Close your eyes." Tressle complied.

Tressle could her the groans and squeaks of the worn bed as his wife got off of it. His ears swivelled  to follow her light hoofsteps that travelled to the foot of the bed. As expected, he heard the tell-tale signs of when his wife would transform, and a flash of a bright vibrant green light that would pierce his eyelids.

He briefly wondered who his wife had transformed to this time. Shamefully, she had easily uncovered his secret crush of a certain butter yellow pegasus some time ago and had surprised him with it one night. He was embarrassed beyond belief, but he would be lying if he said he did not enjoy the sex that followed.

It was hot.

But these instances were far and few in between, as he had insisted that he loved her for who she was, and that he was more than satisfied with her body.

Tonight, though he didn't know why, felt like it would be different from all those times. He could tell from the way his wife had acted today that he was in for a real doozy.

He let his imagination roam; from an entirely different species to maybe even one of the princesses. Every second he spent not knowing only increased his anxiety, and admittedly, excited him.

"You can open your eyes now." His wife said after what felt like an eternity

He opened them and his eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks.

What stood before him, was a small little filly with a pale purple coat with a golden yellow mane and tail. He noticed the color of her wide eyes were also of the same color.

He recognized this filly. Her name is Dinky Doo, daughter of a certain Ditzy Doo.

"Hi there, mister Pastel's dad!" The filly greeted cheerfully. "Is Pastel home today? Can she come out and play?" She asked adorably, her wide eyes hopeful.

Pulling his jaw off of the floor, he fixed his 'wife' with a stern expression. "Scarlet. What are you doing?"

"Scarlet? You mean your wife? I'm not her, silly!"

"Scarlet. Stop." Tressle said in an even tone.

"But I'm not-" she stopped mid sentence as she saw the expression on her husband's face.

She huffed, "Come on, Tressle. You promiiiiised." Scarlet whined using her normal voice.

"You didn't say that it would've been anything like this!" Tressle protested, bewildered that his wife would even consider something as ludicrous as this.

His wife merely looked at him with an unamused expression, which looked nothing more than a cute pout with the disguise she has on.

Tressle crossed his forelegs and looked away, refusing to make eye contact. His wife must be out of her mind if she thought that he was even into that.

After a few moments, his 'wife' sidled up next to him and whispered in his ear with that slightly squeaky innocent voice only a little filly(or a changeling) could do. "Aren't you curious?"

"Well-"

"Don't you wanna know what it's like to be with someone so young? So innocent? What it would feel like to corrupt something so pure?" Scarlet cooed into his ear.

At her husband's silence, Scarlet continued. "Don't you want to abuse this tight little plot?"

Tressle's eyes went wide at her words, choking and sputtering slightly, completely disbelieving at the lewd words that were coming out of her mouth.

"B-but, this is wrong and-"

"It would just be between you and me, Tressle. No one else will know about this." 

"But I'm not even into these kinds of things!" Tressle argued weakly.

Scarlet raised an eyebrow. "Are you? Look, Tressle, if you can look at me squarely in the eyes and tell me honestly that you absolutely don't want to do this, I'll stop right now and we can do something else for the night." Scarlet stated plaintively.

Tressle paused at that. "Why do you have to do this to me? And what would be the point of all this?"

"I do this because I love you and I know that you have a secret desire to do this. Don't deny it. I can help you live out your fantasy without ever harming anyone."

Tressle sighed heavily, questioning his morality if he were to go through with this.

After a few moments of furious internal debate, he finally relented, albeit hesitantly. "F-fine. Let's just get this over with."

Scarlet smiled at her husband. "I knew you'd come around." She then hopped off the bed. "Let's try this again shall we?"

Tressle merely nodded his affirmation, starting to sweat a little.

Scarlet proceeded to trot out the door, closing it behind her.

*knock*knock*

"Come in." Tressle said.

The door opened slightly, and Dinky Doo's head poked in. "Hi there mister Pastel's dad! Is Pastel around? Can she come out and play?" She asked in that oh so adorable voice.

"N-no, uh, s-she went out with her mother to shop for groceries." Tressle stuttered.

"Aww..." Dinky looked downcast. Tressle has got to admit: his wife is a damn good actress, even if she was impersonating a filly.

"Um..." Tressle continued. "Why don't you come over here and wait? I'm sure they'll be back soon."

"Okay!" Dinky said, perking up instantly. She trotted over to the bed and climbed onto it, settling into place next to him.

"So...uh, how are you, Dinky?" Tressle asked.

"Bored." Dinky stated plainly. "Do you have anything to do to pass the time?" Dinky asked.

"I think you should relax a little bit. It might be a while before they come home."

"But I don't want to relax!" Dinky protested.

Tressle sighed. He knew where this train wreck was going, but he didn't know how. Judging by his wife's act so far, she was keeping completely in character and nothing is going to happen unless he does something about it. He's pretty sure that he was going to have to be the instigator for this to happen. Damnit all to Tartarus! If he was going to pony hell, he might as well go out in one big fiery explosion.

With his mind made up, he tried relaxing a little and getting into character.

A pedofilliac rapist.

'Ugh, why me?'

He looked up to the ceiling and silently begged whatever deity was watching him for forgiveness for what he was about to do.

"You know, you seem a little tense there Dinky. Why don't you scoot a little closer and let me give you a massage? That always helps me to relax." Tressle said.

"A massage?" Dinky pursed her lips, unsure of the notion.

"Yeah, trust me. It'll do you wonders." 

Dinky approached Tressle hesitantly. "Now lie down with your back up." Tressle told her.

Dinky did as she was told, and lied down next to Tressle with her face down. "Now I'm going to begin, okay? Just try to relax and let my hooves do the work." Tressle said.

Dinky complied, letting Tressle's hooves press and knead into her shoulders. It hurt a little at first and she wanted to complain, but soon she found herself relaxing and enjoying the massage. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the sensations from Tressle's hooves. She let out a cute little moan as Tressle applied pressure to a particularly tense spot. "Mmmmm...."

"Looks like someone is enjoying herself." Tressle said with a smile. 

Dinky merely nodded faintly, too relaxed for words. 'Oh my Celestia! His hooves are amazing!' Dinky thought to herself.

Tressle continued his ministrations for a few more minutes, gradually making his way down her small body. He went lower, and lower, until eventually he reached her tiny little rump, and began kneading into them, applying a little pressure.

Dinky's eyes snapped open in alarm, and craned her neck to address Tressle. "U-um, mister Tressle, sir? I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this..." Dinky said, suddenly finding the massage not so relaxing anymore.

"Relax, Dinky." Tressle replied coolly. "I've done this plenty of times. I know what I'm doing."

Dinky looked unsure, her eyes darting everywhere, seemingly debating with herself whether or not she could trust Tressle. Eventually, she decided that she could, considering that it was her best friend's dad, and that anyone who was related to her had to be at least half as nice as she was.

She nodded in consent.

Meanwhile, Tressle was having the time of his life. He knew he was going to regret this in the morning and that the shame would forever carry on in his life, but that was neither here or now. He had been trying his best to keep the arousal from showing in his voice, but it was getting more and more difficult with each passing moment. He grasped both of the young plump ass cheeks gently, watching it conform to his hooves, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight before him. 

A helpless cute little filly completely at his mercy.

Something awoken inside him, and he wasn't sure if he should be afraid of it or not. His arousal shot through the roof, and he had to use every ounce of his willpower not to take the little filly right then and there. His member had unsheathed a long time ago, and it was throbbing with need, pre cum leaking like a faucet out of the tip.

He continued massaging her rump, casually moving her yellow tail to the side to reveal her tight little plothole. 

A sadistic and creepy grin broke out in the otherwise calm and serene face of Tressle, as he fully gave into his depravity.

"L-looks like your back is done, Dinky. Now turn around so I can work on your front." Tressle said.

Dinky complied, lifting herself up slightly to turn her body around so that she was lying face up. During mid-turn, she gasped as her eyes landed on Tressle's large, erect cock. Her eyes widened and her pupils shrank into pinpricks. Her breath hitched and she could feel her heartbeat thumping in her ears. "M-mister T-Tressle?" Dinky asked in a quivering voice.

"Yes, Dinky?"

"W-what is that?" She asked while pointing at Tressle's crotch.

"Mm? You don't have to worry about that, Dinky. All you need to do is to just relax." Replied Tressle

Dinky tried, but failed miserably. Her body was tense as she felt Tressle's hooves roam around her body, not exactly massaging her like he was before. She whimpered when she saw his hungry eyes, which had a manic glint to it, and his smile was borderline creepy.

"M-mister Tressle? I-I'm fine now. I don't want a massage." Dinky said. 

Tressle did not heed her comment, but seemingly taking it as permission to continue. Dinky tried to push his hooves away.

"M-mister Tressle I don't want to do this anymore..." Dinky stuttered faintly.

Tressle merely ignored her in favor of continuing his 'massage'. His hooves continued their steady course towards their destination...

"Mister Tressle, please!!" Dinky exclaimed, tears forming in her wide eyes, and frightened of Tressle's actions.

Tressle's hooves went further down her body, and found its mark. Dinky's tail had instinctively flicked upwards, covering her sex.

Tressle grasped her tail in her hooves, and gently moved it out of the way, exposing her completely. Dinky blushed cutely as she was laid bare before Tressle. She tried closing her hind legs together, but Tressle's strong hooves kept them apart.

Tressle stayed there for a time, content in admiring her young filly vagina. Its puffy outer lips looked untouched and no pink insides could be seen. Tressle devoured the sight before him, his erect cock giving an impatient throb and leaking even more pre cum.

Using both his forelegs to keep Dinky's hind legs apart, he lowered his head slowly until he was merely inches away from Dinky's sex. Dinky could only watch wide eyed as Tressle inhaled her scent deeply.

Wanting to savor the moment, Tressle slowly stuck out his coarse tongue, and gave the entire length of her young filly cunt a lick, sampling her flavor.

'Sweet, but with a little spicy aftertaste.' Tressle thought to himself, idly licking his lips while Dinky squirmed beneath him.

Dinky was frightened for her life. She thought she could trust her best friend's father and is now paying the price for it. She was starting to perspire, her sweat beading on her forehead, matting her fur. Dinky was suddenly finding it hard to breath.

"Please stop, mister Tressle..." Dinky whimpered, her tears coming unhindered now. 

"Oh, Dinky," Tressle said with that same creepy smile, "you don't need to address me as 'mister' anymore. We're way past formalities." 

Tressle took another lick, sending confusing signals to the little filly. Tressle took another lick, and then another, gradually picking up his pace. His work was sloppy but his wide tongue more than made up for it. Each lick was like another shot of aphrodisiac, raising his arousal even further until he was grinding his rock hard member into the bed.

Dinky closed her eyes shut, and was sobbing quietly. Tressle looked at her from his position in between her legs and reveled in the dominance he held over her. 

Without warning, Tressle dove in, sticking as much of his tongue as he could into Dinky's vagina, and started lapping at her inner walls roughly. Dinky yelped in surprise, her eyes opened, unprepared for the new and alien sensations.

Dinky was panicking at Tressle's sudden assault, whimpering and sobbing loudly, as she desperately tried to push Tressle away but to no avail.

Tressle tried his best to taste and smell the little filly underneath him as best as he could, though biologically impossible, he made a damn fine effort.

Dinky was panting now, completely overwhelmed and confused by the sensations that she was experiencing down south.

He wrapped his lips around Dinky's lower ones, getting a comfortable grip, and sped up his tongue lashing, sending Dinky over the edge.

Tressle sensed that Dinky was about to climax, and quickly latched on to her little love button that peaked out and suckling it urgently.

He was rewarded with Dinky's sweet nectar, splashing across his tongue and dibbling down his chin.

Dinky was practically screaming as she experienced her first orgasm, her eyes seeing spots from the mind numbing sensations that was coursing through her little body.

As Dinky came down from her high, she barely noticed Tressle coming up so that his face was level with hers, and forcibly wrapped his lips around hers, making her taste herself. His tongue swirled around inside her mouth, wandering around on the ridges of her teeth to her gums, and finally to her tongue where he wrestled it into submission.

Dinky could hardly fight back the intruder in her mouth and merely lied there, motionless, too tired from the previous ordeal. 

When Tressle pulled back, multiple strands of saliva and other fluids connected their mouths. Both of them were panting hard, their lungs working overtime due to the lack of air.

"Turn around Dinky, and stick that cute plot of yours up in the air." Tressle said, stroking his throbbing member.

Dinky, having regained some of her senses, looked into Tressle's eyes. What she saw was not its usual warmth, but something deranged and feral. She looked over her shoulder, and spotted the door.

Maybe, just maybe, she could escape from this crazy pony.

She turned back to look at her captor, who had languidly splayed out his legs and was stroking his large, intimidating member.

Deciding that it was now or never, she suddenly got up and tried to make a break for the door. Unfortunately, she had tripped on one of the many folds of the bed sheets, and fell painfully to the floor.

In a daze, she felt herself being lifted up and forcefully pinned to the bed with her face down. "Now Dinky, haven't your mother told you to always listen to adults?" Tressle mocked in a condescending tone.

Dinky tried to scream, but they were muffled by Tressle's hoof. "Now be a good little filly and lift up your tail.

Dinky whimpered and squirmed underneath Tressle, but only succeeded in grinding her ass into Tressle's crotch, arousing him further.

Tressle aligned his cock with Dinky's slick entrance, raring to go. His tip teasing her entrance. "Are you ready, Dinky?"

Dinky shook her head.

"Okay then." Tressle said. With one quick motion, he plunged into Dinky, penetrating her innermost walls, her tiny ass cheeks jiggling due to the force.

Dinky screamed as the tears came back in full force, but was muffled by Tressle, who had been anticipating it. Tressle wasted no time and started off at a quick pace, thrusting in and out of Dinky like a well oiled piston. Tressle lurched over Dinky due to his much larger frame, both of his forelegs keeping Dinky's own pinned as he thrusted in and out of her cunt in reckless abandonment.

Audible wet slaps could be heard every time their hips connected, their collective juices coating their thighs, and every time Tressle thrusted he just couldn't believe how impossibly tight Dinky was as his muscles began to ache from the exertion.

He continued thrusting into her, until he felt her little body quivering beneath him. Dinky's inner walls began squeezing around his member, and Tressle paused in his thrusts, lest he go over the edge himself. Dinky had experienced her second orgasm, and was panting raggedly. Sweat matted her fur and her tongue hung out lazily out of her mouth, and her eyes were glazed over.

Tressle let her catch her breath, keeping his still rock hard dick inside her. He slowly pushed his rod deep inside her until the hilt, and let it rest there. Dinky let out a tired moan.

Without warning, he started thrusting again, even faster than previously, making Dinky scream due to the sensory overload to her now hypersensitive pussy. After a few minutes, Tressle wrapped his forelegs around Dinky's midsection, and leaned forward to pepper light kisses on her neck and collarbone while Dinky continued to struggle and sob. He slowed down his pace, pulling out until only the tip was in, before pushing in again.

Tressle was getting close. He could feel the familiar tightness in his balls and his pace became more erratic. He bit on to one of Dinky's ears as Dinky screamed. With one final push, he came. Long molten hot stringy ropes of his seed erupted inside Dinky, filling up her womb. Dinky gave a loud cry as she felt as if her body was on fire, and came again, milking Tressle's dick for all its worth.

Tressle grunted as he continued to thrust into Dinky, his semen filling her up completely and spilling out of her orifice. After about the eighth spurt, Tressle collapsed next to Dinky, winded. He laid there for a time, listening to his breathing and Dinky's pained sobs.

The last thing he remembered before the world became black was a bright green flash.