“Cadet? What did I warn you about?” Spitfire’s sharp voice was usually enough to make the newbies quail, but the aqua Pegasus trotting right up didn't seem to lose the smirk plastered across her face. “Cadet! This was the last straw! You jeopardised four lives with that stunt,say goodbye to your ass! I'm not having some reckless kamikaze on the team,” Spitfire continued. This was the point where the cadsts broke down and cried and argued… but Lightning kept o

Pain! Sudden, intense pain! Type
awoke screaming bloody murder as he felt something ramming into him
and stretching the tight flesh of his rumphole. The brown earth pony
stallion tried to move, to pull away from what huge, thick thing was
ramming wide his tortured tailhole. He could feel his slender rump
cheeks clutching around something huge and thick, like a club of
meat, squishing apart his rounded cheeks.
“Little pony wakes now,” he
heard the gruff grumble from above. He looked over his

“Blue moon… you saw me standing
alone. Without a dream in my heart. Without a love of my own,” the
radio crooned, the classic song’s lyrics echoing around the
virtually empty bar. Smoke still saturated the air of the small
building, darkness pierced only in places by the glare of electric
lights. A lone figure sat at the bar, back obscured by the brown
leather of a duster. A green paw rested on the bar, lone claw tapping
against a chipped glass full of amber liquid.
The bar was empty bes

Such taste…
hours of reading book after book had not been able to do it justice.
The sensation of it moving and squirming was almost… orgasmic. That
stretch… flesh that should not shift warping wider and pushing
boundaries. Everything about this was… breath taking. Blueblood had
been all around the world, tried the finest of everything, but
nothing compared to this. There was nothing like pulling a living,
breathing pony down your throat.
“Mmmpph!” the feminine cries of
the self-styl

The Wind Runner. Camber read the
plaque once, then again to make sure he had read it right. The ship
was legendary. Magitech engines in the varnished, wooden hull could
allegedly get this ship to over 200mph thanks to its lack of reliance
on balloons and its small and compact build. Of course that should
splinter the wooden hull, but Camber was positive the wood must be
reinforced by metal.
Really the thing should never be
able to fly, but its unique build used thrusters to lift off of the
grou

Ding-ding. The bell above the door
of Sugarcube Corner rang out, announcing the arrival of an early
riser. Blue ears rose up, the mare behind the counter getting into
position and straightening out her frilly yellow apron before Cup
Cake greeted the customer. “Good Morning, Neon!” she declared
with a soft smile, his unmistakeable striped blue scarf giving him
away in a heartbeat.
“Good morning, Mrs. Cake,” the
grey earth pony replied as he nervously ran a hoof through his green
mane.
Mr

This was it, the moment he had been
preparing months for, but Lord Fancypants didn’t break a sweat,
even when presented with the daughter of Chieftain Perde, the largest
of the giraffe tribes. She had been driven from the aerodrome to the
biggest hotel in Canterlot and set up in the penthouse suite, the
room with the tallest ceilings. Fancypants stood before the door,
having already knocked. After a few moments the door began to open.
“On behalf of the Princesses of
Equestria, it is my pleas

The slow fall of hooves against the
boggy mud made a shallow splash, audible over the chatter of insects
and distant bursts of searing hot flame. Three figures tread in a
line, slowly making their way through the marshland. The lead
stallion, a white unicorn with a teal mane and an outfit that most
definitely did not belong outside of Canterlot took one look at his
map, then another at the lake of much deeper water ahead of him and
shook his head. “Well I’m sunk,” he exclaimed, folding it

Wind Rider refused to let his head
hang low. He had done what he had to do… and he would have
succeeded too if it weren’t for that meddlesome unicorn, and her
mangy pega-partner. “Don’t touch me,” he snapped at the blue
Wonderbolt mare who had been asked to escort him, the Wonderbolt in
question rolling her eyes and just stepping behind him to make sure
he did leave. The joyous shouts of the rainbow mare he had tried to
frame echoed throughout the building as he trotted towards the bac

It was the middle of the night, a
half-moon high in the sky as a lone figure jumped the fence to Sweet
Apple Acres, stealing their way onto the orchard. Light hoof-falls
went unheard by all, nopony seeing the gangly figure of a tall and
lithe stallion working their way from tree to tree, approaching the
big red barn where they stopped for a moment. Resting against the
wall, which put a nice barrier between himself and the main
farmhouse, the figure waited a moment to catch his breath.
In the moo

Aryanne
couldn’t believe she was doing this. The pure white mare trotted
back and forth, her immaculate black uniform clad tight on her form,
squeezing against her slightly chubby belly and rounded flanks. She
sighed, turning with a flick of her blond mane to set her blue eyes
on the zebra mare before her. “You haff taken ze enema?” her
Germane accented voice barked.
The
zebra mare nodded her head, her own green eyes meeting Aryanne’s.
“It’s clean as I can make it back there…” sh

“Argh! Buck!” Backstabber cried
out as he fell to the floor, slamming onto his back. “Luna damn
it!” the reddish pink earth pony mare cursed as she moved her
hooves to her chest. They wandered down her dented metal armour,
seeking out the buckles and tugging at them. Click. The buckle
slipped open and she pulled the chest plate off, tossing it to the
side. Reaching down she felt over the bruised flesh where the armour
had buckled, a rifle bullet clear in the dent.
Hooves landed behind he

“Man, I always hate patrolling the
gardens at night.” Shell rolled her eyes at Lance’s whine as he
repeated what he said every time the guard duo reached the statue
gardens.
“Man, I hate you whining about
patrolling the gardens at night,” Shell replied, the aquamarine
unicorn mare stopping in her tracks so she could poke at the armoured
chest of her companion.
The orange earth pony stallion
frowned as her hoof plinked at his armour. “Well, it bucking sucks.
Always so creepy, and man

“Huff… puff… huff…” A cyan
mare with a prismatic mane was making all kinds of sounds as she
strained her body, forehooves pushing up against the plush, soft
surface above her. Her hooves sank into the squishy, wet roof of the
palate, sharp teeth jutting down behind her as she was entirely
stuffed into the hot, moist cavern of maw. Saliva splattered all over
her face, mixing with the sweat running down her coat as she strained
her hooves, holding back the jaws as they attempted to snap

“Hahahaha! So you stuffed it up
there?” Spitfire asked, the yellow furred Wonderbolt mare laughing
her head off and slamming a hoof against the counter. She was perched
upright on a stall, empty glasses covering the counter as she sat
with her friend and flight buddy, Soarin.
The blue stallion was equally lost
in laughter. Soarin nodded his head, tears in his eyes at just the
memory of it. “Yeah! I couldn’t let Eagle Eye see it! So straight
up there! Just a loud squish and up it went…

“Woohoo! Read ‘em and weep
boys!” Braeburn exclaimed as he slammed his hand down onto the
wooden table, a crumpled set of cards arranged from left to right in
a royal flush. The smile on the yellow stallion’s face was wide as
a country mile, his green eyes seeming to take up half of his face
with his own excitement.
All around the table the other
players went silent, leaving only the background excited chatter of
Appaloosa’s one and only Empty Pie Tin Saloon to fill the air.
Another ha

“Well, Celestia. I never would
have thought that you would be lighting my life rather than that of
your pathetic ponies,” the mocking voice of Queen Chrysalis said
loudly and clearly, followed by an insectoid buzz that sounded a lot
like laughter. The Queen of the Changelings lifted up and dropped
back, landing on the plush, soft bed that once belonged to the
Princess of Equestria. The pure white alicorn with a prismatic mane
that had until earlier that evening been Princess of Equestria was

Flash Sentry looked down at the card
in his hoof, then back up to the beat up wooden wagon that was sat
before him. It didn’t do much to “Amaze” and “Wow” him as
Trixie promised in cursive script, but hopefully that would change
soon enough. The orange coated stallion was sure to check left and
right as he trotted around to the door. Even out of his guard uniform
he was still pretty recognisable, and this wasn’t the most savoury
of activities.
The guardspony
lifted an orange hoof and

“Oh, b-b-buck… get in there,
you… Mmm…” the lewd voice of a female pegasus echoed out with a
squish. A muffled cry sounded in response, the squealing of another
pegasus mare who was a little too loudmouthed for her own good being
shown the back door. The squeezing and squishing made wet noises,
compounded by hot moans and muffled squeals, the sounds of enjoyment
happening right behind that door.
And sat before it was a chocolate
brown pegasus stallion. Audax echoed the grunts and groan

Hearts were thumping, blood was
rushing, and breaths came out in hot pants. The two mares couldn’t
believe it. Stood before them was none other than Sunshine Magazine’s
number one hottest stallion and the prince of Equestria. Perfectly
tall and with just the right level of muscle to his build, a mane
luscious and soft as golden silk and a coat smooth and clean as
marble. Prince Blueblood was in Ponyville… in their spa.
Aloe and Lotus looked at each other,
barely able to contain their excit

“Uggghhh…” Daring groaned, the
pegasus mare’s head throbbing, not helped by the constant jostling.
“Stop that…” she grumbled, slowly opening her tan eyelids to
reveal the glow of her purple pupils. The ground appeared to her, a
hazy sea of green as she groaned again. Her head was swimming… in
fact it felt like she was bleeding back there. She tried to pull her
sore foreleg back to feel… but it refused to move. Confused her
eyes wandered up and her vision was filled by the plump

“Don’t think about ponies. Don’t
think about ponies. Don’t think about food,” Spike repeated,
wincing as he made that last statement. The purple dragon groaned as
he said it again, clutching his head in his claws. Living among
ponies was killing him. Ever since his last birthday he found himself
staring at mare and his mouth-watering… but not out of lust. No,
even Rarity he no longer had wet dreams about, well beyond that one
dream where he rammed her soft muzzle into his hot, tight

“Ughhhh…” The groan echoed
throughout the cloud house of one prismatic pegasus. The door to her
bedroom lay wide open, and inside her large and comfortable bed lay a
white and brown lump of fur and feathers. “Uggghhhhhh…” the
lump repeated, slowly unfolding to reveal a pair of amber eyes and a
pointed yellow beak. “Couldn’t make it easy, could you, Dash?”
the griffon asked, peering upwards to stare at her stomach. It was
huge and bloated, sagging outwards as it responded with a

“DJ Pon3! DJ Pon3! DJ Pon3!”
thousands of voices cried in unison. Hooves stomped the ground in
eager anticipation. A lone stallion trotted onto the stage, a fancy
suit tailored to look as punk as possible cladding his form. He
cleared his throat raising his hooves and gesturing to the side
entrance he had just come through.
“Hello dudes and dudettes!” the
stallion called out, his horn glowing as his voice amplified to echo
around the main floor. “It is 200% awesome that you’re all he

“Drop dat bass!” The yell caught
like wildfire, cheers and yells coming from the insatiable crowd of
ponies as they packed out the main floor of the club. Hot, sweaty
bodies of all shapes and sizes danced back and forth, heads and tails
swinging in all directions. Neon lights glared through the foggy
smoke, firing off in tune with the near deafening music, the resonant
boom of the bass reverberating the walls, pulsing in everypony’s
heads as they yelled in unison.
At the head of it all Vin

The unicorn mare trotted into the
empty hall, her hooves clopping loudly on the cobbled stone. A cold
and eerie wind blew through the air. Near darkness permeated the
chamber, only a few sputters of flame from dying torches casting any
light within. A circle of red coloured dust lay in the centre of the
chamber, the unicorn trotting right before it to come to a stop just
before the edge of the circle.
Her hooves rose up, clutching at a
dark hood and lifting it back to reveal a dark mane crossed

“Bring forth
the earth ponies,” the clear, strong voice of the ruler of the
unicorns echoed throughout the halls of the throne room as a silver
hoof beckoned forth. The unicorn was draped over a golden throne, the
back all comforted with red plush.
At her word a
number of guards trotted forwards in unison, silver armour clad
unicorns of multiple colours and genders marching in a strict
pattern. Encased in their box formation trotted a trio of nervous
looking earth ponies, trying to keep in t

“Moving up!” Arcana called into
her headset, the white unicorn clad in black checking her corners
before hopping over a low wall and galloping over to a vending
machine. She dived behind it, sliding into the cover. As she rose
back up she tilted the rifle back with her magic to give it a check
over.
“Hold position, Arcana. I’m
having trouble raising the rookies,” responded a voice over her
radio.
“10-4,” Arcana replied curtly,
peeking around from behind the vending machine. Before

“Are you sure this is the place?”
A female voice asked, tinged with nervousness and worry.
“You ask to go to Kula Tours. I
take you to Kula Tours,” the thick, rich accent of a male Zebra
trying to speak Equestrian replied.
The source of the female voice, a
dragony named Dusk, nodded her head, her pale blue eyes switching
uncertainly to the place where she ended up and back to the taxi
driver that was her only ride to the hotel. “W-well… I’m not
sure now… the brochure said that...