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MLP: Royal Spank Published: Sep 29, 2015
And here we got the princesses with their beautiful flanks turned red by the mighty Discord. All thanks to tricking Celestia into a bet for cake. And of course following the all rules, no wings and no magic (horns).
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They look like they just sat on molten lava

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Knocks nodded back before turning to the jail cell door and swiping her access card over a small scanner. The cell door creaked slightly as it automatically slid to the side allowing them to pass through. They walked through a short corridor lit by a series of rectangular fluorescent lights overhead before stopping at a solid metal door. Knocks held her access card up to the security scanner. A split moment later, a metallic click resounded from the door as a tiny little light by the handle turned green. Knocks grabbed the handle but paused suddenly. "Fish, this may be a lot ta take in at first but I’m goin' ta need ya ta try ta stay calm alright?" (edited) Tempest tensed up. Those words started to remind her of the first elevator ride down. It seemed this door was the one all of that nervousness should have been reserved for. Not wanting to let herself feel like her stomach was turning inside out again, she quickly nodded. "The sooner the better. Can't be nervous if I'm
It had been a few months now after Chrysalis had been kicked out of her hive, and Thorax had taken over as the new leader of the Changelings. With the Changelings new form and ways of living, None of them had seen or heard about Chrysalis in a long time, and had mostly forgotten about her. As Thorax sat upon his throne and watched over the hive however, he couldn't help but feel that Chrysalis was still out there, and was planning her revenge at some point.

Pharynx approached Thorax on the throne and frowned as he noticed something with him. "Hey Thorax, you feeling alright?" he asked. Thorax shook his head to snap out of his thoughts, then
"Are you ready to go out Smolder?" Ocellus asked, as she checked herself in the mirror of the locker room. The Changeling was dressed in her cheerleader outfit and was making sure she looked her best. She put on her best smile and did a few steps of the cheer to make sure she had all the moves perfect. "Almost, just getting my skirt on" Smolder called back from behind a curtain. "Well hurry up, the rest of the team is waiting for us and we don't want to keep everypony in the stands waiting" Ocellus replied. The curtain was soon pulled back and Smolder stepped out, dressed in the same outfit as Ocellus. Smolder carried her casual clothes over to the open locker beside Ocellus and place them inside, then closed the locker and locked it. "I know the team is waiting for us, I just wanted to make sure my outfit was on properly" Smolder said, gently nudging Ocellus aside and checking herself in the mirror. "Besides, we still have time until we actually have to put on the performance"
It was dark. Celestia blinked several times as she tried to adjust her eyes to the lack of light but it was no use. The cold hard floor she was laying on was obvious proof that she wasn't in her bedchambers anymore. Perhaps she'd passed out after another lare night cake binge. Celestia shrugged mentally, if that was the case then it was probably worth it. She tried to cast a light with her horn but was surprised when nothing happened. That was strange. No, that was worse than strange. She broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly tried to get up but soon realized that something was keeping her held down. Whether it was some spell or restraint sh
Anon sat back in his chair. The long weekend at Bronycon had worn him out substantially. Meeting Scooter Trix, viewing panels, doodle swap, and the dozen other things he'd done finally hitting him like a train on borrowed steam. It had only been through shear adrenaline that he'd been able to walk up the mountainous stairs up to his apartment. His legally purchased gains having weighed down on his back and wallet all the while. "Ow," was all he said, his brain finally registering pain as he tossed his lanyard onto the desk. The 12 hour drive back had gone by in a singular blur of sugary drinks and pony songs, not that anything memorable had really happened. Your body began suppressing the soreness he felt he remembered something. He had to go back to his 9 to 5 job tomorrow. "Well..H-E double hockey sticks." He muttered, his aversion to swearing being his ever present character trait. His days off were at an end. The tower of pony themed merch seemed to lean over him, as if about to

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