Jasmine's Wish
By Hunnter
(Content warning: Fatal oral vore, graphic digestion, implied disposal)
Jasmine's entire body shivered with anticipation as she removed her silken undergarments and kneeled down on the soft shag carpet, completely nude. She had been dreaming about this moment her whole life, and now she was finally ready.
Lifting a slender arm, Jasmine silently beckoned her pet tiger, Rajah, who obediently stood to attention and began walking over. Jasmine watched as the powerful predat

The city slept as cities often do, which is to say with one eye open and lights left on to repel the dark that fell over the tiled, irregular roofs. No moon watched over the affairs conducted in the alleys and streets devoid of daily traffic, ranging from drug smuggling in the harbor to B-class whoring in the red light district. It was from the direction of that region that Violet’s sharp ears fancied catching the start of a scream, muffled shortly and decisively. Were it a different night

There’s nothing like a summer meadow for a natural metaphor about innocent and carefree life, especially if the scene includes an energetic female sprinting after butterflies, fluffy seeds and pretty much anything that moves. Neither did it matter much that the female in question was factually a bitch, a dog named Winona. She stopped by a low mound overgrown with dandelions to wait for her owner to catch up. For some reason she lagged behind more than usual, occupied with exchanging boring

A resounding clang rang through the Wonderbolts’ shower room, echoing off the pristine white tiles decorating the walls. A woozy, fiery orange mare shook her head as she tried to regain control of her faculties, having just been unexpectedly rammed from behind into the wall. “Soarin’, if you do that again, your ass is out on the street” warned Spitfire, shaking her head as the dizziness eased away, a light headache already threatening to pound against her skull. Before sh

Dungeons and Dinners















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… my poor head… What did Pinkie put into that punch…?”

They called it “The Stable”. A rather uninventive name compared to the action that went on there at nights. Manehattan lived on audacious gossip however, so few were the people who actually took the rumours seriously, for the bulk of it was difficult to believe even in big city standards. Secret sex slave auctions at the heart of downtown? Rape lines made of kidnapped high class mares? Cooking ponies alive for privileged, exotic menus? It was all too rich for serious ponies like Coco

A unicorn mare of pinkish fur peered hard at the picture on her hoof, then even harder at the stone tablet on the wall in front of her, then at the paper again. “Sorry,” sighed Starlight Glimmer. “I just don’t see it.”
Beside her, a hopeful face fell. “You sure you’re holding it the right way around?” said Twilight.
“Hah hah, not funny. Not anymore at least. Are you certain you got the translation right?”
“Yes!” cried Twilig

The evening smelled of cinnamon, beeswax candles, sprigs and goodwill so thick the window panes steamed. Fluttershy hummed a silly, monotonic tune to herself while hanging yet another shiny bubble into the small spruce they had planted in a jar by the corner. “Good for one more?” she mused, the glogg mulling in the mare’s veins making casual conversation with a tree a perfectly sensible proposition. “It's your big night, we have to ensure you’re properly dressed up&

Trust in a friend’s capabilities was no doubt a good reason to postpone worries about their absence, especially when the friend in question had proved their trustworthiness several times over. In the case of Rainbow Dash the trust reserve lasted almost three weeks. On the fourth one, however, her friends in Ponyville began wondering how long one adventure could take even in a place as big as the Amarezonia rainforest. It was Fluttershy who first raised the concern that something might&rsqu

As far as conformism went, dragons were natural at it, with biology to fault for the most part. Being the top predator in pretty much any food chain alleviated a lot of the pressure to adapt, after all. Even griffons, despite their inborn arrogance, had learned to build nests and develop other similar marks of culture of late, yet for dragons a cave seemed to be the pinnacle of real estate market. The bigger the better for hoarding all the loot and bones, the only decorations imaginable.
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As natural predators griffons weren’t inclined towards religion, it was generally thought, since hope for salvation generally was the resort of prey species. However, to think that was to get the causation backwards. Prey didn’t believe because the faith was laden with doctrines of atonement, other-wordly justice and strength in forgiveness. The faith was such because it was what the prey believed in. And there were so, so many other things to believe in than that, as Comus had come

Equestria – a land of magic. A land where morning promises everything. A land where a completely ordinary notice in a common newspaper of a rather regular town can lead to extraordinary events in a span no briefer than an afternoon…
This time the extraordinary started with a perfectly timed double knock.
That must be about the add, thought Fluttershy, and wasn’t in error.
“Good morning, Miss Fluttershy,” said the pegasus stallion standing on the doorstep. “I&

An aquamarine-coloured canine thumb swiped the touch-screen every few seconds, scrolling sideways through a gallery of electronic pictures. A glimpse of any one of them would’ve made another male pause ogling on the spot. But Lucien had already seen them all, being the will who had frozen those sultry moments in pixel time to begin with. That being said, the occasional reminiscence rarely failed to stir his wry smile.
“What’s got your attention now, hun?” asked a slightly

À la carte of the dress
In Rarity’s professional vocabulary there was no such thing as a “difficult” customer. At least, not in her official vocabulary, where the preferred the term was “challenging”, or possibly “demanding”. At times, though, the only word that would spring to her mind to describe a certain type of client was “plain impossible”.
“I say, it does go well with your eyes, don’t you think?” she said. It w