Incina was bored. One might think being a twenty-foot-tall and eighty long scarlet red dragoness would be anything but boring, but sadly that wasn’t the case. “Ugh, when are your knights going to show up?” the dragoness complained, the huge scaly beast rolling onto her back, showing off her yellow scaled underbelly, the massive heft of her bountiful belly as it sloshed and burbled with the remnants of the royal guard.
Behind her a fair white unicorn huffed in her bindings, her

“Hold it or I blow off your fucking head!” They had given chase after all. The filly had given her best. Her chest pounded, her legs ached, and they were still faster. She finally stopped running, almost collapsing as she came to a sudden halt. “That’s more like it…” the voice of an older mare came from behind as she flew slowly through the air above. “Turn around. Look at me.”
Borealis had no choice. She turned, her head moving over her shoulder

‘Cheerilee’s Pound-loss for Preds Powercise’ The title popped up in bright yellow on a backdrop of pink stencilled with palm trees and lined by the screen crackling with the lines from the shitty CRT TV in Day Trip’s bedroom. The light green unicorn teenager was already smiling like an idiot. “Aw yeah, this one is totally tubular,” he announced to his audience of one, sliding his butt back against the leopard print sofa before turning his head to his friend.
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“And those paid actors kept on insisting that they actually meant to eat us. I mean how ridiculous can you get?” the voice of a stallion echoed for seemingly through miles of jungle shrubs. His hoofsteps ground to a halt so that he could lift one of his hooves to gesture, too caught up in his words to even manage walking at the same time. “This is all part of your act, ‘Daring’. This frankly downright foalish adventu-cation that no adult pony would even consider goi

“Corporal…” *UUUUURRRPPPP*
“Corporal… Boost…” the noble Lord Cane huffed, the white
unicorn stretched across a lavish bed, his stomach swollen so much it
outsized the rest of the already sizable stallion. The belly bounced,
shaking from the inside as something squirmed within, several
somethings in fact. “Is that… the last?” he asked, his emerald
eyes settled on his second-in-command as another thick belch reached
his lips, causing them to shake as a puff of tawny, black and

“So you hear about what happened to
Sergeant Gleam?” a male voice echoed down a crystallized corridor.
The loud clipping and clopping of hooves against the sparkling floor
preceded the appearance of two stallions, one purple and the other a
pale yellow though both had coats that shimmered with the light.
The yellow one seemed to have his grey
eyes fixed on his companion. “Well… I know I heard some things
about her but I don’t know if I want to say them out loud,” he
replied to his fe

*Gurgle* *Glorp* *Slosh* Nessy couldn’t
help but stare at the active, swollen belly being sported by the pink
unicorn mare opposite. “Are you even listening to me?” the mare
harshly snapped, before rolling her eyes and crossing her forelegs,
pressing them back against that sea of pudge with an audible squish.
“I swear this whole town is full of simpletons.”
Nessy swallowed slowly and then looked
up to meet her date’s blue eyes. “I-I’m sorry, Starlight. I
think you’re really int

Click. A pull
of the cord and the single lightbulb flickered to life, casting a
sickly yellow glow across the small room that passed for her living
arrangements. A single crosshatched window on one side of the room
barely let in the evening sun, making the yellow glow of the naked
lightbulb all the brighter. A desk that looked like it’d been
rescued from the firewood pile with a chair that once had wheels were
cramped into half of the room, while the rest seemed to be full of
cardboard boxes t

“Where the hay are you idiots taking me?” Skyheart growled out as
she looked around. She couldn’t have been down here for more than
half an hour, but the trio of unicorns had been dragging her down the
tunnels underneath Canterlot for what felt like several more. She
wore a scowl as she tried to figure out who the trio were, or even
who they were working for.
The lead one had managed to catch her off guard by teleporting onto
her ship. He had the build of a royal guard, and the greyish
col

The
Last Riddle
By
Cainiam
The sun beat down, waves of heat
battering down on the huge expanse of baking sand. For miles and
miles there was no sign of anything but empty dunes. Empty dunes and
a huge deep hole carved into the ground. It was here that Professor
Featherlight and her esteemed companions made their way to. The
Ancient Queendom of the Pharoahess Patrayasis should be right there,
and the pegasus professor knew it. With her were her ever reliable
earth pony mareservant, Silver Platter

(Warning:
This fic contains extreme gore elements. Do not read if you do not
like gore.)
Daring Do and the Curse of the Snakebite Anklet
By
Cainiam
This had been too
easy. The thought reverberated around Daring’s head as the old
stone door rose slowly up and into its massive frame. Hundreds of
tombs, temples, and vaults had given up their treasure after an
assortment of challenges, puzzles, and enemies. Every single one had
been an exciting and thrilling adventure, as she t

The
Ultimate Equaliser
By
Cainiam
Slowly but surely the sun began to
rise over Equestria, the magnificent celestial orb rising up over the
horizon and casting its soft, warm glare over the nation, from the
towering spires of Canterlot, to the skyscrapers of glass of
Manehattan, to the small thatched cottages of Ponyville, all felt
the welcoming light. It even washed over a decidedly average village
in the middle of nowhere. A small assortment of dull houses arranged
in two grey rows, facing eac

Laying
Low
By Cainiam
It was a cool evening in the town of
Ponyville, a small farming community in the heart of Equestria. The
town, barely larger than a village, sat right beside acres and acres
of forest riddled with clearings big enough to stash a small airship.
A town populated by simple folk with simple problems, to who stories
of rogues and pirates were just books written for foals. A town where
everyone knew each other’s name and the Princesses’ prodigy made
her home. The last place a

Accident-Prone
By Cainiam
Far away from the hustle and bustle
of Manehattan, lounged a sand coloured pegasus. The pony lay back
languidly atop a grassy knoll in a large open clearing of the pine
forest. The sparkling clear waters of a freshwater lake sat before
her at the base of the hill, but it wasn’t the only thing vying for
her attention. The sweeping vista of a beautiful and lonely mountain
rose up before her. At her hooves a sketchbook was open in front of
her. She lowered her muzzle, pr

Hazardous
Heist
By Cainiam
Crickets chirped in the bushes that
surrounded the manor house, the only other sound the occasional hoot
of an owl. The full moon shone its pale light through an upper floor
window, casting its glare on the richly carpeted floor of the hallway
beyond. There was no movement from inside the house, no sound. The
dark corridors were completely silent.
There was a click. The only sound to
break the silence, as quiet as it was. The window slowly pushed open
and the dark blue

No
Business like Show Business
By Cainiam
Kindle bowed to the audience for the
last performance of the night. As she did so her red horn began to
glow amber in colour and a pony formed of flame appeared. Some among
the crowd began to chatter when they recognised it as her rival,
Floros. A sudden powerful gout of flame launched from her horn and
over her head, forming into the shape of dragon to chase Floros
around the crowd before it caught her and swallowed her down.
Kindle’s horn flashed bri

A
Stallion to Die For
(Part
Two: A Mare to Kill For)
By Cainiam
Every step the red pegasus stallion
took caused Switch to fall back into the seething pool of creamy
fluid. She could feel it coating her fur like a second layer of thick
white over her cream coat, seeping into her fur and soaking it in the
male juices. The scent of cum filled her nose, overwhelming her mind.
She tried to press against her stretched prison, kicking out with her
hooves, but she could feel her blows softening. It was

A
Stallion to Die For
By Cainiam
Snip, snip, snip went the scissors.
The two metal blades swung together and met in the middle, catching a
clump of silver hair in the centre. The twin blades swung through it
with ease. The fuzz slowly fluttered to the ground, passing a pair of
soft golden eyes which locked onto the tufts as they lazily twirled
in the air.
“Hey, Switch, you got something to
wear for the party tonight?” a voice asked from behind her. She
smiled, her eyes refocusing on the mirr

A
Hungover Layover
By Cainiam
Light filtered through the window,
the bright sun casting its glare into the darkness of the room
beyond. A bed was illuminated by the light. On that bed was a
misshapen lump stashed beneath the thick duvet. The dazzling light
found the dark crevices that were the refuge for what dwelled beneath
the blanket. A loud groan came from within, and then slowly a head
emerged from the top. Thick strands of black hair hung over a fuzzy
copper furred face. The curved muzzle

A
Walk in the Park
By Cainiam
“Help me! Guards!” The shriek of
a mare in danger was unmistakeable. This was it. The moment that Pike
had waited for, the moment that he would be the hero. A mare
screaming for help in an empty park at the middle of the night, what
else could it be? He galloped towards the source of the shriek, the
green coated earth pony’s hooves crushing the grassy earth as he
charged towards the large tree at the centre of the park. His deep
blue eyes locked on the mare sc

Skyheart’s
Score
By Cainiam
It was a beautiful and sunny day in
Trottingham. Tightly packed, terraced buildings lined the cobbled
streets. In an open square sat a sea of market stalls, covered with
all sorts of goods and topped with coloured fabric. Ponies trotted
back and forth, forming into small groups to talk about the day. Some
stopping at stalls to inquire about a tasty looking fruit, or a
sparkling brooch. It was just another market day. A green mare
selling herbs was talking about the

Pirate
Booty
By Cainiam
The wind soared through Skyheart's
mane, her long black hair catching the breeze and trailing out behind
her. She let out a laugh, a hearty one, full of excitement. Her
goggled blue eyes peered into the cloudbank ahead, her forelegs
raised in the air a moment, causing her brown jacket’s sleeves to
slip down. She waited until the last moment, and then she dropped her
arms and reached out with her copper hooves to spin the wheel. The
gentlest of touches and the entire cra