"Hff… damn… you’re good."
"Was that the third time? I’m not sure I can count anymore."
"You’re shakin’ like a leaf. You done already?"
"Fuck… are you kidding me? I can barely move."
"How ‘bout you don’t move then?"
"You just lie back and I’ll do all the work."
"Heh. Now that I can do."
The prompt: Applejack loves the satisfaction of working until she’s sore and sweaty and shaking.
This is a 60-minute writing prompt. Take as long as you like to think and plan, but once you start writing, your goal is to finish the story within 60 minutes. Submissions will be accepted until the prompt ends on Sunday, June 9th at 11:59PM Pacific, 2:59AM Eastern, and 6:59AM GMT. Make sure you read our rules as well as our post on consent before you start writing. If you don’t have a Tumblr account, please submit your story to us by emailing to email@example.com.
Looks like Twilight and Pinkie’s experiment was a succ—
Well, either way, we’ll get those stories posted tomorrow! Thanks for writing!
This is the compilation for prompt #91, which ran from Friday, May 31st, through Sunday, June 2nd, 2013. We received two stories about the flavors of ponies.
The Prompt: The taste wasn’t at all like I expected, and better than I ever could have imagined.
"Are you ready, Twilight?"
Fluttershy’s voice squeaks at me as I stare at the moist cleft between her legs, and I realize, hearing those soft words that almost seemed to apologize for their impatience, that I’ve been just staring for too long. I swallow the saliva that gathered as I looked at that soft yellow mound, and I nod.
"Oh yeah. I’m ready."
Her tail brushes back and forth against the bed under her back, and I can hear her breath quicken, and I almost let myself just sit there and stare at that reaction again. That’s the tough thing about sex, for me. Sometimes I wish I could just watch them forever, just float outside my body and observe every little shudder, hear every moan, catalog every tiny reaction.
But my heart beats and my mouth waters as I draw in a breath, and that scent pulls my nose closer. She twitches when she feels my first breath hit her, and her hind legs quiver and pull inwards slightly. I grin, and I dive in to give those lips a peck. She twitches again and I can hear feathers shuffling against fabric.
I lick my lips without thinking, and a snort rises out of me from that taste. She can’t see me blush, but I feel a moment of embarrassment at my own physical reaction, but I’m excited at the same time, to let myself indulge in the sensation of pure instinct. To smell her and taste her, to know what I want and to feel it shaking in my chest, and finally to act on that desire. It’s far from my usual experience, and it’s thrill and fear and pleasure.
“Oh, dearie, this is just perfect,” Cup Cake said with a soft smile.
“Only the best for you, honey bun,” Carrot answered with a goofy grin of his own. Tonight really was perfect, after all. Pinkie and her friends were watching the foals over at Sweet Apple Acres, which left just him and his beautiful wife alone in their home. Naturally, all of this had been planned well in advance, and so Carrot had spared no expense. Their table was decorated with a fancy silk tablecloth, and a trio of candles provided the perfect ambiance for him and Cup to enjoy a meal together.
And he’d gone all out on the food as well. While there was no shortage of tasty dishes in their home, being bakers and all, this evening Carrot had cooked up a full three-course meal the likes of which he’d never seen outside the most prestigious eateries in Canterlot. He’d sprung for a wine that was nearly as old as he was, and he’d also gotten new glasses for them to drink out of.
Carrot had even washed and spiffed up his hat and bowtie. He felt like a million bits, and he wanted Cup to feel the same way. She was wearing a dress she hadn’t put on in years, a simple ensemble, but one that matched her gorgeous eyes very well. The pounds she’d put on made it hug her hips in a very particular way as well, one that Carrot did not mind in the least. Her earrings had a little extra sparkle to them, as did the corresponding bead necklace. She looked lovely. Well, to be fair, she always looked lovely, but this evening, she was a little more so.
The food had been worth every bit, and Carrot had cooked it up marvelously. Appetizer, entree, and dessert were consumed by husband and wife quite rapidly, though they still made time for the occasional look of longing between bites. The wine didn’t disappoint either, and both ponies enjoyed it even though neither was much of a drinker. With their food gone, Carrot and Cup decided to finish the bottle of wine together, and idle chat accompanied the clink of bottle on glass as they poured and downed rounds.
The real surprise, however, was something he couldn’t keep a secret any more. As he poured the last of the wine into his wife’s glass, he said, “There’s one more special thing I got for us tonight, honey.”
“Oh?” Cup said, tilting her head slightly. “And what might that be?”
"Alright. And what happens if I lick you here?
"Just a little."
"How about here?"
"Oh my. This warrants further study…"
"Oh! Oooh! Oooooooooooh!"
"Yes. I think I’ll have to research this spot extensively."
The prompt: Twilight experiments with Pinkie.
This is a 60-minute writing prompt. Take as long as you like to think and plan, but once you start writing, your goal is to finish the story within 60 minutes. Submissions will be accepted until the prompt ends on Thursday, June 6th at 11:59PM Pacific, 2:59AM Eastern, and 6:59AM GMT. Make sure you read our rules as well as our post on consent before you start writing. If you don’t have a Tumblr account, please submit your story to us by emailing to firstname.lastname@example.org.
That’s all for this weekend’s prompt! Thanks for writing, everyone, and we’ll get those stories posted in the afternoon!
This is the compilation for prompt #89(which would have posted before the compilation for prompt #90 if Kyronea weren’t a moron) which ran from Friday, May 24th through Sunday, May 26th, 2013. We received two stories about sexual eating.
The Prompt: You look good enough to eat off of.
This is the compilation for prompt #90, which ran from Monday, May 27th through Thursday, May 30th, 2013. We received one story about the use of Pinkie Sense in the bedroom.
The Prompt: Pinkie Sense has a special function in the bedroom.
Our Tuesday night parties usually start out pretty normal, I guess. We get some food and some drinks, and we head to the library or Sweet Apple Acres or wherever we want to go, and from there, it’s mostly just eating and talking and drinking. We’ll talk about whatever’s going on, and we’ll eat some yummy food that one of the girls cooked, and we’ll drink some of AJ’s famous hard cider for a while.
What really makes the parties awesome is when we move on to the next part. I like that part a lot! One of the girls will say something kinda dirty (usually Dashie), and then we’ll all sort of start looking at each other funny out of the corners of our eyes. Nopony says anything at first, but then somepony kisses somepony else, and then there’s more kissing, and suddenly we’re taking off our clothes and getting into it.
I’ll admit it, I’m usually the first one naked. What can I say? I love having fun, and I love making my friends smile.
I try not to pay attention to one pony more than the others; after all, I love all of my friends the same. Ooh! I know! I’ll tell you about the last time we had one of those parties. We had lots of fun, lemme tell you!
We were at Rarity’s boutique since the Cutie Mark Crusaders were staying over at Sweet Apple Acres for the night. For some reason, on that night when the fun began, we all started paying attention to Fluttershy at first. I’ve always thought she was super-duper pretty, and believe me, she’s even hotter when she’s naked! I mean, her boobs are amazing! They’re like big, soft, yellow pillows that you just wanna bury your face in all night long. I’ve got pretty awesome tits too, but Shy’s take the cake, that’s for sure. Twilight and I helped her pull her top off, real slow and sexy like, but then we just went to town on those big ol’ boobs, sucking and kissing and rubbing and all that fun stuff.
"Mmmf. Yeah? You alright down there?"
"Oh yeah. You taste so… so…"
"Heh. So what?"
"So… not like apples!"
"Like, not like apples at all!"
"Well, yeah. Ponies don’t usually taste like apples down there."
"But your butt has apples on it!"
"Yeah? That mean you taste like baloons?"
"Hee! No, but you better believe I’m a party in your mouth!"
The prompt: The taste wasn’t at all like I expected, and better than I ever could have imagined.
This is a 60-minute writing prompt. Take as long as you like to think and plan, but once you start writing, your goal is to finish the story within 60 minutes. Submissions will be accepted until the prompt ends on Sunday, June 2nd at 11:59PM Pacific, 2:59AM Eastern, and 6:59AM GMT. Make sure you read our rules as well as our post on consent before you start writing. If you don’t have a Tumblr account, please submit your story to us by emailing to email@example.com.
That’s all for this prompt! Come back tomorrow to see the stories we posted. Thanks for writing, everyone!
Twilight quirked an eyebrow.
"Normally I’d welcome a ‘dripping wet Dashie’ in my home, but this is ridiculous."
Dash looked over her shoulder innocently, and then seemed to notice the pool of rainwater that was growing under her.
"Oh. Hehe, whoops."
Dash shrugged off the towel had had haphazardly tossed over her neck onto the floor and started soaking up the worst of the pool.
”And you’re raiding my refrigerator.”
"Not raiding, retrieving!" Dash spun around with several white plastic tubs balanced on her head. She kicked the ‘fridge door shut; bottles of spice and condiments rattled dangerously on top of the white metal box.
Twilight glanced at the tubs as Dash slid them onto the table. “Fake whipped cream?”
"Yup! Pinkie had a bunch."
"Of course she did."
"Why the long face egghead?"
"Well, I am aware of what the traditional use for petroleum-based confectionery ingredients are when couples are involved. Body heat makes normal diary cream spoil rapidly and- Heh, hey quit that."
Rarity’s hooves were bound tight. She struggled against the ropes that lashed her down, but to no avail. Her mouth was uncovered, but she knew that if she shouted, the only creature to respond would be the same one that had stolen her away and left her in her current predicament. All she could see in her limited field of view was dull, gray, unfabulous rock walls, and other than her hopeless struggles, the only sounds were occasional drips of water.
What was most awkward for her, though, was the fact that her hooves couldn’t touch the ground. While she in no way wanted to risk chipping a hoof on the rough stone floor, it would still be preferable for her to at least feel something solid under her feet. From what she could tell, she was on top of some sort of device that was similar to one of her ponyquins back in Ponyville, though it was shaped like a cylinder without any other defining features. Her legs were underneath the object and tied down securely with ropes, and while she was tight against the device and completely immobile, it wasn’t all that uncomfortable. She sighed, wondering what would come next.
The answer came only a few moments later, when a new sound echoed through the cave from behind her. Footsteps, or hopefully hooves! She craned her neck as much as she possibly could. “Hello? Is anypony there? Please help!”
A voice answered back, and a chill went up her spine. “Oh I’m here, little pony, but I’m definitely not here to help.”
"Oh, that’s good."
"Mmm, oh yeah? What if I did… this!"
"Oh wow, Pinkie… that feels amazing!"
"You like it?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh Pinkie, how’d you know?"
"Tail twitch. Ear flop. Stomach growl."
The prompt: Pinkie Sense has a special function in the bedroom.
This is a 60-minute writing prompt. Take as long as you like to think and plan, but once you start writing, your goal is to finish the story within 60 minutes. Submissions will be accepted until the prompt ends on Thursday, May 30th at 11:59PM Pacific, 2:59AM Eastern, and 6:59AM GMT. Make sure you read our rules as well as our post on consent before you start writing. If you don’t have a Tumblr account, please submit your story to us by emailing to firstname.lastname@example.org.