Age Ain't Nothin But A Number

>>30048088
Want to write for the thread, but don't have any ideas? Take your pick from these:

>A history lesson with Cheerilee that turns very lewd, very slowly.
>A very insecure Rainbow Dash challenges you, the male coach of the soccer team, to a game of soccer. If she wins, you have to let her play on the boy's team. If you win, she'll do something unspecified for you.
>You find a teenage Scootaloo out on the streets, begging passerby for spare change or food. You strike up a relationship with her after taking pity on her, and taking her out for ice cream
>In order to raise some cash for a fundraiser, you decide to auction yourself off as a male prostitute to the highest bidder. Right as you're about to be sold off to a mare, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon show up, and place a bid higher than all the others. You're carted off with them, wondering how exactly you're going to come out of this with a sound mind.
>Anon giving instructions to ponies on how to molest foals, maybe it's a mother/son, father/daughter, or what have you that turns into a hands on demonstration
>Anon is an edgy teenager who is adopted into a family with two perverted sisters
>Teenager Eris, doing sexy, yet chaotic things to you in the bedroom. Would mildly annoy you while turning you on.

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>Having sex with the lovely Mayor Mare or Twilight Velvet, each of them coddling you like loving mothers while they rock your world.
>Banging a teenager Harshwhinny, who having no experience, would request that you take the reins for the night. You explain what she should do every step of the way, and relish as she clumsily screws everything up
>Adopting a young Barb, and raising her in a somewhat isolated manner until she was a teen, where you would then buy her revealing attire that she would wear around the house, tempting you unknowingly at every turn.
>Letting Fleur-Dis-Lee "seduce" you, and then proceed to playfully vie for control once in the bed, while neither of you truly gain dominance over the other
>Fun sex with a teenage Pinkie Pie, who's just glad that she's experiencing something new and pleasurable
> Innocente Pipsqueak is visited every first of month by Princess Luna that give him a wet dreams. Various fetish and strange situation thanks to the oneirc dimension (anthro)
> TeenFlurry heart have a crush. King Thorax, and plane to seduce him with a lots of love druring a diplomatic mission
> Cloudy Quartz, Twilight Valvet, Cookie Crumbles and Mrs. Shy free night. The group seduces a young colt that have the (Mis)fortune to encounter the MILFs.
> Sleepover between SweetieBelle and Button Smash, but the poor filly is sick. Rarity entertain the colt and play with some games... fun games
> Pumpkin and Pound Cake are betrayed by their first partners. Pinkie Pie want make the children smile again.
> TeenFeatherweight work with Photo Finish, but, between all the models, he have shots only for his mentor and ex model. With a photoset and no models, he ask to the older mare to be a model for one last day.
>Kid!Anon hangs out with Applejack and Rainbow Dash. Things get either kissy or lewd.
>Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie take turns babysitting Kid!Anon. Things get either kissy or lewd.

>>30048088
Oh fuck this is here. Have I missed any stories? I manage the pastebin but it's been dead so long that I stopped checking for a few weeks in a row.

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>>30048335
First thread since early April if Desuarchive is to be believed.

Who is your favourite old mare guys?

>>30049033
Granny smith.

Here's one about Mrs. Cake.

>Mrs. Cake is your dream pony.
>You're not afraid to admit it.
>You're not even upset that she's married with kids.
>That's the fun.
>The challenge.
>Every day you go to Sugar Cube Corner in hopes that you may speak to her.
>It's why you're even friends with Pinkie Pie.
>Why you made Mr. Cake your drinking buddy.
>He has no clue.
>Today you go to the shop.
>Pinkie Pie is working the counter.
>You slink over and greet her.
>"Hi Anon! I'm SO happy you're here! Today is Mr. Cake's birthday!"
>You know.
"Listen Pinkie, I have some tickets to the amusement park in Canterlot. I want you to take Mr. Cake out with his children for a good time. What do ya say?"
>She looks at the tickets, "what about Mrs. Cake?"
>You wave the tickets.
"Someone has to run this place, right?"
>She smiles, "that's right! You're super nice Anon! I'll go tell the Cakes right now!"

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>A half hour later, you watch Pinkie Pie leave with Mr. Cake and the children.
>You wave.
"Have a good time!"
>Wasting no time, you slip into the back kitchen.
>Mrs. Cake is working on rolling out some dough.
>You silently step up behind her.
>Leaning down, you whisper into her ear.
"Need some help with that ma'am?"
>She jumps and her plump flanks press back into your groin.

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>She looks back and flushes.
>"Oh Anon! You scared the daylights out of me!"
>You smirk.
"Need any help? I know it's only you here."
>She smiles and shakes her head, "Oh I couldn't ask for your time dear, I'm not that busy."
>She goes back to rolling her dough.
>You walk over and pick up a pan of unfrosted cupcakes.
"What about this?"
>She eyes the sweets, "Pinkie Pie was supossed to finish those... Do you really want to work, Anon?"
>You lean over and speak with a deep voice.
"I REALLY want to work Mrs. Cake."
>She laughs, "such a dear. Alright, frost those however you want."
>You pick up a bag of green frosting while Mrs. Cake goes back to work.
>Getting an idea, you squirt some frosting onto your nose.
"Hey Mrs. Cake, what colors do you think I should use?"
>She looks up at you and giggles.
>"Anon, you're so funny!"
>You act surprised.
>"What do you mean?"
>She walks over to you and wipes the frosting off your nose with a hoof, "frosting on your nose."
>You grab her hoof and bring it to your mouth.
>You lick the frosting from her hoof slowly, staring into her eyes the whole time.
>She looks dumbstruck and blushes.
>"A-Anon, what are you... What are you doing?"
>You let go of her hoof and smirk.
"Just making cupcakes, Mrs. Cake. Isn't that what you want?"
>She blushes deeper and goes back to her dough.
>"Y-yes please..."

>This is the reaction you hoped for.
>You watch her roll out the dough.
>Her legs strain to press down and you watch her flanks jiggle each time she goes forward.
>Some of your frosting squirts out from you squeezing too hard.
"Damn."
>Mrs. Cake looks over, "what was that?"
>You set the tube of frosting down and walk over to her.
"Nothing. Are you having some trouble with that?"
>You reach around her and take her hooves, using them to push out the dough.
>Mrs. Cake stutters, "Anon I-I can handle it."
>Your crotch presses against her juicy ass each time you roll forward.
>You breathe into her ear.
"I want to help you Mrs. Cake. You don't need to work so hard."
>She remains silent as you rock your bodies back and forth.
>She doesn't stop you from dry humping her.
>In fact, it feels like she's pressing her cheeks back into you each time you roll back.
>You can hear her starting to breathe heavier.
>Your cock hurts, confined in your jeans.
>Mrs. Cake whispers, "Anon... I'm married..."
>You press your caged cock a little harder into her, making her gasp.
"Mr. Cake is off enjoying himself right now. I'm sure he wouldn't mind me making cakes with you."
>You roll back and forth a few more times, Mrs. Cake letting you grind into her.
>She rubs her head back on your chest and arches her back, driving her ass up over your cock.
>"Please forgive me darling..."

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>Wasting no time, you flip Mrs. Cake.
>Her eyes are wild as you press her back to the counter.
>"Anon! I'm married!"
>She says this, yet her hooves are gripping your belt.
"I know."
>You lean down and take her chin between your fingers.
"Do you know why I come here every day Mrs. Cake? Every DAMN day?"
>She shakes her head, never taking her eyes away from yours.
>Her breath comes in short rasping pants.
>You reach down and grab her ass.
>The flesh envelops your hand like you're pressing into a pillow.
>She slides on the counter, yipping like a puppy.
"This. This is why I come here."
>She flushes and looks down at your cock pressing into her belly.
>"Y-you can't seriously find me attractive. I've had two foals! And- and I'm a pony!"
>You silence her, pressing your lips to hers.
>She doesn't move.
>You pull away and brush over her lips with a finger.
"I've wanted you since day one, Mrs. Cake. Do you want me?"
>You remove your shirt.
>Mrs. Cake still grips your belt and looks over your body.
>You've been working out for a few months.
>She gulps and blushes deeper, her eyes taking in your muscles like an eager school girl.
>You begin to undo your belt.
>Mrs. Cake hops onto the counter and spreads her legs.
>"I don't... I don't know what I'm thinking... I can't help myself. I haven't had a rut in months. Just make this quick Anon, what if... What if my husband comes back?"
>You drop your pants and let your aching cock free finally.
"He won't be back for a long time, Mrs. Cake."

>You wrap her legs around you and kiss her again.
>This time she kisses you back and moans into your mouth.
>You grip her large flank and press your cock flat against her pussy.
>She's so wet, it almost slips in.
>Not yet.
>You nibble on her neck and she moans quietly, "I'm so worked up. Anon dear, you're... You're so young... I can't believe I'm-"
>You reach down and spread her lips with your fingers.
>She moans and her clit winks out at you.
>Timing it carefully, you grab the little bud and give it a good rub.
>She falls back onto the counter, into the flour and dough, screaming now.
>"OH ANON! THOSE FINGERS! OH CELESTIA!"
>You smile and roll the nub between two fingers.
"I bet Mr. Cake can't pleasure you like this."
>She shakes her head, "h-he can't! Don't stop!"
>Continuing with your work, you slide two fingers into her with your other hand.
>The wet hole sucks you in and she works your fingers, as tight as if she never had kids.
>You slide your fingers in and out, still massaging her clit.
>Mrs. Cake's back arches and she knocks a bowl of chocolate chips off the counter.
>"NYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
>A torrent of fluid squirts from her folds.
>You keep fingering while Mrs. Cake squirts the contents of her pussy onto your hands and the counter.
"Mrs. Cake... I'm going to fuck you now, okay?"
>She gasps and nods without opening her eyes.
>"Rut me, Anon. F-fuck me!"

>After months of dreaming, your fantasies have come true.
>You press down on Mrs. Cake's pudgy belly and position your cock with the other hand.
>The first penetration.
>You watch it slide in slowly.
>Mrs. Cake coos to you and slides her legs through the flour.
>You hilt, then pull back, hilt again and begin to fuck her as hard and fast as you can.
>Her belly and swollen teats jiggle as you slide her back and forth on the kitchen counter.
>She almost sounds like a donkey with her braying.
>You grunt and start to work up a good sweat.
>Noticing the abandoned frosting tube, you grab it and pull out of Mrs. Cake.
>Quickly, you squirt the green sweet onto her dilating pussy.
>You bend down and start to lick it up.
>Mrs. Cake grabs your head, "ANON! YOU ARE AMAZING DEAR! I CAN'T- I CAN'T-!"
>She has another orgasm, squirting onto your face violently and almost shattering the glass with her scream.
>Without pausing, you slam yourself back inside of her and continue fucking as she rides out her orgasm.
>By now, her tongue is hanging out, drooling all over herself and her eyes have rolled up into her skull.
>You continue to fuck the married pony as hard as you can.
"Your. Husband. Doesn't. Deserve you!"
>She sucks her tongue back in and whines, "Anon, are you- are you going to breed me?"
>You keep pumping and wipe some sweat from your brow.
"You want me to cum inside, Mrs. Cake?"
>She gasps.
>"Cum inside me! My husband won't anymore! Please cum, Anon!"

>You press down on her belly again and slam your groin against her.
>She groans and slides across her dough, flattening it.
>You begin to paint her insides white.
>Her walls tighten, reacting to insemination by instinct.
>It's hard to remove yourself from her and when you finally do, she closes up.
>You brace yourself on the counter and pant, dripping with sweat.
>Mrs. Cake doesn't move, looking down at you and gasping for breath.
>"That was... The best."
>Her eyes can't move from your glistening muscles.
>You wipe your forehead.
"We should clean this mess."
>You reach down to pick up your pants but she stops you.
>"Anon dear. Don't you dare put those clothes on. I won't have it."

>Pinkie Pie and Mr. Cake show up around sunset.
>Mr. Cake looks exhausted, "hey Anon, thanks for the day trip. Where's Mrs. Cake?"
>You take a bite of a green cupcake.
"She's pretty tired. Taking a nap."
>He nods and carries his children to the stairs, "she always works hard."
>He begins climbing the stairs and you call out to him.
"Be sure to be quiet, Mr. Cake. She's exhausted. She worked really hard today."
>Mr. Cake smiles warmly.
>"Thanks a lot, Anon."
>Pinkie Pie bounces to you, "what did you and Mrs. Cake do today?!"
>You smile and finish your cupcake.
"We made a cake."


The End

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>>30049096
Nice

>>30049096
Ay

>>30048088
Pomf pls

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That mrs cake story still gots it, bruh

>>30049096
Awesome. Good to get writers back in the thread.

I want to read mayor mare was still a virgin, while anon break her will.

>>30049096
Are you going to write anymore?

>>30052621
Not bad. This would be great.

I'm posting this to bump the thread, but also to help give some publicity to another thread on /mlp/ which can be found here >>30041720

The OP of that thread would really appreciate it if you could take a moment check it out and take the poll that they've made. You can find more information about it in the thread itself. Even if you don't want to take the poll, you can help out by using this copypasta whenever you bump a thread on /mlp/ until May 14th, after which point the poll will close. Please only use this copypasta if you were otherwise going to bump a thread without contributing content to prevent spam

>>30054574
Uh........

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boop

>>30048088
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>>30052621
>5 years later
>She returns in asking him to be her Hearts and Hooves for the day
>She's an adult now
>Solid 10/10
>Anon's still a pedophile
>It's bloody september
>She's politely, yet firmly, asked to leave

I want Celestia to violently /ss/ me

>>30059427
This

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>>30049054
Who writes this shit?

>>30049096
UHMMMM~

>tsk

This thread smell like dead.

You know what? I gonna bump. Last one.

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