MLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter FourMLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter Four by MagicMan001
Growing Family, Part I
Saturday mornings were, among many things in his sad, pitiful life, the bane of Weevil’s existence. It was the busiest day of the week for the store. It was good for business, but not so much for the stress vein pounding on the poor changeling’s temple.
“Here you are, Mrs Tea Cosy.” Weevil hurriedly finished packing her woolly saddlebag and slid it and her change across the counter. “I’m sorry for the wait.”
Tea Cosy rolled her eyes irritably and took off with her heavy bag of prune juice, hardly making a dent in the ridiculously long line of customers, who were growing more aggravated and restless by the minute.
“This is getting ridiculous!”
“Hey, who touched my flank? Somepony touched my flank!”
“Okay, everyone! Everyone!” he shouted over the customers’ screaming kids who were running up and down the ai
MLP: Maternal Instinct: Chapter ThirteenMLP: Maternal Instinct: Chapter Thirteen by MagicMan001
“Cerci... I know how you must feel about seeing me here...”
Cerci still did not say anything to her. She just sat back down where she was, facing her back to her, her dropped head gazing wistfully into her lap. To Chrysalis, it looked as if she were meditating, but there was an underlying anger surrounding her as patent as the dirt clotting her mane.
‘Well, this is going as swimmingly as I thought.’ Right now, she really wished she had the power of telepathy, or at least the ability to see her face, if just to have some idea what the mother was thinking. Her persistent silence was disconcerting: she even would have preferred her to leap across the cell in a try to reach through the bars and punch her.
“And I figure you probably have nothing more to say to me.” She nursed her jaw, which started aching from the memory of the blow. “You made that clear at the hospital. All I’m asking is that you list
MLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter ThreeMLP: Citizen Weevil: Chapter Three by MagicMan001
Down in Six Points, Part III
Shroud hated P.E.. Apart from a good game of hockey, he utterly hated anything to do with Physical Education. It wasn’t just because he was, by all my means, a nerd, but also because he had the grave misfortune of being a changeling colt.
As a male of his species, he could never grow as big and muscular like the mares of his species often did; the only reason the Changeling Kingdom conscripted countless stallions were because they made for good cannon fodder. He couldn’t get anything out of this class other than humiliation and pulled muscles.
The school auditorium/gymnasium was crammed with students from different grades behaving like a horde of zoo animals let out of their cages. The bad weather meant P.E. had been relegated indoors for the day, to the joy of lazy dough balls like Bigmouth, whose most arduous exercise included the trip from his living room to his fridge.
Shroud was sitting on the bott
Incredibles: The Dash Ch1The IncrediblesIncredibles: The Dash Ch1 by TheRomanianGuy
Dash Parr was the son of a superhero, Miss Muscle, or now known as Helen Parr. Of course, Helen, like many other superheroes have now decided to hang up the cape and lead normal lives. Dash, however, was fantasised by the heroics of his mother and other Supers and has so made it is goal to utilize his own superpowers and become a whole new superhero of his own
Blond-haired Dash looked at himself in the mirror. His large thick-skinned tub of a body bounced and jiggled. His tight underwear road up his crack, making it very uncomfortable. But to the ever conceited Dash, he was a babe magnet. He could imagine himself in a blue and black super suit, looking like a muscle-bound hunk and surrounded by gorgeous women.
"Oh, yeah " He ran his hand through his blonde hair and then put his hands on his hips, posing before the mirror. Next, the boy began flexing his biceps, whatever biceps there even were in his arms a
The Refugee: Chapter 1 (Where I End and You Begin)
Where I End and You Begin
"If a man could have half his wishes, he would double his troubles."
- Benjamin Franklin.
A wooden table with a circle of transmutation meticulously carved into it stood in the middle of a dimly lit room. The dusty scratched up wooden floor beneath bared another carving of the same circle turned opposite of the one on the table. The dim candlelight from the six equidistant corners of the encompassed hexagon in the floor danced upon the rough concrete walls.
Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed uncontrollably as he dropped the open jar filled with gasoline behind him. With a solemn look in his eye he pushed himself in his wheelchair up to the table and held his open hand over the carvings on it.
He paused for a moment with his hand over the circle and continued to cry deeply as he recollected staying up until dawn listening to his father talk about ancient rituals and a legendary gate that served as a portal to all worlds. He let out a very loud
Coraline and Sari's 'Big' Adventure, Part 3SaintHeartwing
As our curvacious protagonists made their way deeper into the secret headquarters of the sinister Ass-Master who now sought to bootify all women in the world, Jacqui was hard at work impersonating him, having already sauntered her way past his security staff and down the long hallways to the control system. Getting the door open, she glowered at the security guard present, pointing at the door.
“Out. I’ve reason to believe spies have gotten in, and if you want something right, you do it yourself.” She, now disguised as Jack in all his trappings, insisted. Naturally, of course, her voice and appearance were a dead-ringer for Jack, and the guard eagerly nodded, racing out of the room as Jacqui closed and locked the door behind him, smirking. “Truly, good help really is hard to find.” She admitted, silently thanking God for that as she looked over at the large display before her. All of it was sleek, smooth and…with…breasts that had pointy nipples
Coraline and Sari's 'Big' Adventure, Part 2SaintHeartwing
“Welcome to “Aloha, America”! We’re your temporary hosts, Jacqui Aihue Wendy Northcut Pleakley, filling in for the lovely Ms. Pelekai. Here on Hawaii a CATASTROPHE has struck the island.” Pleakley the Plooskian remarked, sitting behind the desk at “Aloha, America’s” studio, Ms. Jacqui sitting next to him in the front desk. “A sudden affliction of the posteriors and the chests of female women all through the island.”
“It’s basic cable, we can say “asses” and “breasts”.” Jacqui remarked, rolling her purple eyes as she glanced down at her own chest, which was currently covered up by some books she’d strategically placed down before sighing a bit. “You might be wondering why I’M not affected. I honestly wish I knew. But unfortunately some of our staff was not so lucky. Dixie Cupp, can you come in?”
A young assistant waltzed in, Coraline and Sari watching the news re
Coraline and Sari's 'Big' Adventure, Part 1SaintHeartwing
“How many do you think we should do?” The young woman wanted to know, lifting a large, blue-plastic and metal blended weight up and down on one arm, letting soft breaths out of her mouth with each rise and fall of her arm, dark eyes keenly focused on what would no doubt be INCREDIBLE biceps by tomorrow. Incredible biceps that would be as bulging and majestic as her super-fine WASP-y behind.
“Five or six.” Her life partner remarked cheerily, red hair bobbing up and down as she did her own repetitions, licking her lips as some sweat began to pour down her tanned cheek and onto her considerably huge…tracts of land.
“That’s all?” Coraline inquired, an eyebrow held up ever-so-slightly.
“NOW you’re talking. Get the fat off that big ol’ Indian butt!” Coraline laughed as their black-haired, pale-skinned gothic neighbor stuck his head over the fence, blinking soft yellow eyes in confus
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