Shining Armour gets the assignment to be Luna's armed guard several days after her return. Only 'problem' is, she's about as horny as she is adorable.
With Luna's return being a grand event all across Equestria, the posters, flyers, and portraits all depicted their glorious Lunar Princess in her full, towering might...
Only issue is, the teeny little Alicorn that stands about knee-high to a frog's leg and rivals a fifteen year old girl in terms of 'commanding presence' doesn't really resemble the awe-inspiring Lunar Monarch like she's meant to. To get around this issue, Shining Armour is assigned to be Luna's armed guard, escort... and the guy that constantly has to say 'yes, this teeny little rake that barely passes for an eighteen year old girl is actually the once-terrifying being that nearly swallowed the world in a blanket of eternal night, and yes, I'm not making that up.'
Seems like the average protection mission for our valiant captain. Only issue is, Luna's been cooped up in an ethereal prison as a cloud of magic inside the moon for a thousand years. She's desperate to stretch her legs, her back... and her cunt in anyway she can think of. And the near-seven foot, muscle-bound, hung like a man on the gallows sex-bomb stallion that's been assigned to take care of her every need is the focal point of that desperation.
A salary of fifteen times his weight in gold wouldn't be worth this assignment.
Here's hoping the sex is.
Artist is Danmakuman on Derpibooru.
Kinks: smol Luna, spouse-approved adultery, horny little moon thot, foreplay, size difference, really smol Luna, large insertions, enormous male endowments, very smol Luna, casual sex, glorious flat chest, like the smallest Luna, excessive cum, messy orgasms, and cum inflation.
If an expert mage like Dusk and a purebred dragon like Barb know anything, it's that a single hot spark can turn into a raging inferno in a matter of minutes. A raging inferno of yelling, tonguing, and inter-species breeding.
Barb's always been quick to clap Dusk around the head whenever he does something stupid. He appreciates it almost as much as she enjoys doing it. The purple idiot would've killed himself years ago if it wasn't for her. Now, to show his thanks, he seems to have left Barb all by herself in dealing with maintaining the castle while he's off whoring it up with every mare he locks eyes with.
She wouldn't be so pissed off with him about it if he was kind enough to stop by and sweep the floors every now and then...
Or maybe ask if she wanted to join in sometime...
Kinks: R63, impregnation, femboy, enormous male endowments, soft, sensual, loving sex, inter-species breeding, creampie, messy orgasms, excessive cum, cum inflation.
When Maverick wakes up after his first ever party, he quickly discovers that he's no longer on earth. A very different take on the traditional HiE
Edit: The first few chapters need to be reworked; if you think they're of slightly lower quality, it's normal since I wrote them ages ago.
When the fate of a whole universe rests on the shoulders of six ponies, most would say that the universe in question wouldn't last much longer. When one of those ponies is emotionally unstable, things don't tend to look up very quickly. When you add humans into the mix, the situation only seems to get worse. Now though, could things finally be looking up?
This is a story about a human who is teleported to Equestria by mistake, but ends up staying after he hears the plight of the ponies. It turns out they need the help of a human if ever they want to gain their freedom. Featuring a dramatic love story, a twisting plot of hopelessness becoming hopeful, and a war brewing in Equestria.
Edit: Oh yeah, and we're in between seasons 2 and 3.
You and Gabby are on your third date, which means it's time to take things to the next level. The problem is, there are a few anatomical differences you weren't expecting...
Your dates with Gabby have, so far, been wonderful. Now at last you know it's time to go back to her place and play a little hide the salami. You're totally prepared... or so you think. As it turns out, Gabby is hiding something between her legs that's bound to remind you that the two of you are not birds of a feather.
WARNING:Contains bird puns, brief sex acts, Anon, and some weird cloaca stuff. Very anonpencil style humor.
Done as a commission for the wonderful Flammenwerfer, who has a twisted sense of humor... like me.
Plaid Stripes' friendship with Gabby is strong and true, but recently the griffon has started to exhibit some rather strange behaviour. Behaviour like leaving gifts on Plaid's doorstep in the middle of the night. Gifts such as a box of dead fish.
Plaid Stripes is loving her sort-of apprenticeship at Carousel Boutique. Sure, Rarity might not have the taste and vision to appreciate her cutting-edge ideas, but it's still giving her a great opportunity to learn how to run a business. Plus, she's discovered an amazing new friend in Gabby the griffon, who is also helping out at the boutique so that she can better advise a friend back home on working in the fashion industry. And seriously, Gabby is great. She's encouraging, supportive and always there to pick Plaid off the ground when an idea hasn't exactly worked out. Which isn't that often, regardless of what Rarity says.
The only thing that's a little... weird about Gabby is her recent habit of leaving strange presents outside Plaid's door at night. Plaid appreciates the ideas and input with her designs, but what is she supposed to do with a box of dead fish and Gabby's prized clarinet?
A story about crushes: In particular, strange griffon ones.
An eighteen year old boy wakes up one day, only to discover that he's not in his own world anymore nor his own body.
Have you ever woken up only to realize that the circumstances in your life has changed over night? I have. One day I woke up only to discover that I was in a new world with a new body and a new family. In short chaos ensued and I was now stuck as the leader of a continent. All I really wanted was to go home.
