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Literature
Luna's Reply
How my deeds pain me as time stretches long
How could I have hurt them this way?
So rest easy now, my punishment’s mine
The weight of my crimes are my own
But into that stillness you brought me your song
With your voice my company kept
For your tired eyes and sweet lullabies
In exile I pay you my debt
Once did a pony who gleamed like the moon
Look out on her kingdom and sigh
Dejected she cried, “Surely there is no pony
“Who loves me, or finds any love in my night.”
So great was her pain, she rose in rebellion
Against those who cared for her most
She let the Nightmare fall on those she ruled
And threatened to grip them in permanent cold
Lullay, dear Tia, good night sister mine
Rest now in starlight’s embrace
May this cool lullaby reach you in dreams
And ease you your passage of days
May my apologies find you this night
And may my sorrow in kind
Tia, you loved me much more than I knew
Forgive me for being so blind
Soon did her sister do what was demanded
And
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Mare In The Moon :iconpony-berserker:Pony-Berserker 2,143 388
Literature
Punishment - Sebastian x Reader
 
~~~Author’s Note: ..I can’t even begin to explain this one. My Goodness. Well I guess I should first start off that I wanted to begin this story open-ended: meaning that you decide why the Reader broke into his room. Whether it be for curiosity or mischievousness- YOU decide. Also, you decide what Sebastian did. I think I like open-interpretation stories now…Bye.~~~~

 
“My, my. You have been a naughty girl, dear {First}”
His eyes flashed from burgundy red to an alarming fuchsia. You clearly felt the chill of his hands through his white gloves mildly thinking how pleasant it felt save for the lethal look in his eye. A cold splash of reality fell to you and you knew this could be it:
The end.
Cruelly he grinned observing your obviously distraught expression. It pleased him to see you in such a state, his demonic side threatening to show and partake in your horror. He wanted to run his black nails against your precious
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Annabell's in charge now! :iconthechesirelunatic:thechesirelunatic 247 17
Literature
Punishment for a Peeper TG
John was, what you would call, a "Peeping Tom", or a "Peeping John" in this case! He enjoy spying on women as they changed, either at school in the girls' locker room, or from his very house with a small telescope pointing at his neighbor's window. His interest in women was not only because of the obvious reason, that he was male, but because he never really had any experiences with a girl. To him, they were creatures that made him feel good when he watched them from his dark room. Sweating, shacking, he was a sick teenage boy in a sense, but it wasn't all his fault. And besides, he never really harmed anyone. At least not until he got a little too curious and decided to sneak into the house next door.  
The night was young, the sun had just set an hour ago, while he made his way through the summer air and to the house he so desired. The girl who lived there had gone out with some friends, and her parents were rarely home. He tried the front door at first, ensuring that he wa
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Literature
The Hypnotist Pt.1
Warning: Contains AB/DL content.
Mary and Alizah were walking hand in hand around town, enjoying the nice weather and each other's company before Alizah’s flight for a photoshoot out of the country. There were a lot of street performers around, from singers to dancers, and as much as Alizah enjoyed each act and took many pictures, her girlfriend was getting quite bored.
Mary clapped her hands as -yet another- dancer finished their act, faking enthusiasm since it made her partner incredibly happy. She looked away only to see something that caught her eye; a hypnotist. He looked quite smug and completely full of himself, which made Mary frown. Mary wanted to challenge him, but she knew Alizah wouldn’t agree, so she excused herself to the bathroom and walked over to the hypnotist.
“Hypnotise me!” Mary demanded as she walked over to the hypnotist. Her confidence not only shocked the hypnotist, but her as well.
“Alright, I'm Paul Johnson. May I as-”
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Of Flame and Blood :iconneverdying:neverdying 515 177 faceoff :iconenzzok:ENZZOK 1,400 421 DL: Tda Crime and Punishment MIKU :iconjjinomu:Jjinomu 1,016 260 In the Realm of Hell :iconmr-ripley:Mr-Ripley 220 280
Literature
Your not only one Punished (Short Fanfic: Thorki)
Loki was in jail, after the alien war on Midgard with the Chitauri, having won a victory but in what price? Happiness? Joy? Rejoice? No, not for Thor it isn't. He has imagined many fates that will happen to Loki, all of them unpleasant and painful to bare through. The war has no ended, it never had. Mental war in his own beating heart that thumped beneath his chest.
The guard called him from the down the large tall halls of the Asgardian palace, his father demanding his audience with him in the throne room. One thing for sure, it was probably decision what is going to happen to Loki. He just knows it, he has gut feeling it was. With a sigh leaving his lips, he made his way to the throne room letting the sound of shoes clanking against the smooth surface of the floor.
What justice is there? Punishing his brother? All he wanted was to bring him back home, to make things start over again. Pushing back his blonde locks of hair over his shoulder, exhaling out slowly. He pushed the door to t
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Literature
GermanyxReader- When In Bed...
Once again, the world conference had gotten out of hand. It was obnoxiously loud and random objects were being thrown everywhere. Most of which narrowly missing your head. How these meetings got so out of hand every single time, was a mystery no-one would probably ever know. However, what you did know is that most people in the room were insufferable jack-asses and how it was going to get back on track.
Cautiously eying the intense blonde who was growing increasingly enraged as the fighting ensued, you put in some earplugs and waited for him to snap.
It wasn't hard to spot when Ludwig was seconds from exploding. His eyebrow twitched, his shoulders tensed to his ears, and his face turned into a tight grimace. You didn't quite grasp how no one else could spot these warning signs. They would save themselves a lot a grief if they did. Then again, they were all incompetent and otherwise occupied and you imagined no one else at the table had spent as much time watching the stern country as y
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Literature
Three Little Diaper Girls
(warning: this text contains abdl themes, as well as some bondage. If that is not your thing, please move on)
Carissa glanced awkwardly around at the group of young women. Though they were in a group, each seemed to be standing alone, avoiding eye contact with the others and blushing if noticed.
The source of their discomfort was fairly clear. They had each just been changed into a new set of clothes, all in the same room with the others around. While being dressed in front of strangers was bad in its own way, it was really the clothes themselves that caused embarrassment.  Though there were some variations from girl to girl, they all seemed to be made along the same theme. Specifically, they were all designed for someone far younger than anyone in the group.
Each girl wore a dress in light pink and white. Some of the dresses resembled school girl uniforms, with plaid skirts and neck ties, while others seemed like something a toddler might be put into before Sunday School, complet
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Literature
The Worst detention (F/B)
“Scott! Go and see Mr Jacobi in his office, right now! This is the last time I shall deal with you!”
Scott sighed. This was getting tedious for him now. Four times in opening term and he’d been given a detention. Now, he was certain that he was going to get expelled.
“I’m sorry for telling the truth,” he said, walking out of the classroom. The teacher looked at him hard, and boiled over.
He was a smart boy, and it was a clever answer, but it was still wrong. It was also wrong to bring your skateboard into the classroom, which is what Scott did every single lesson. He spun on his heel, winked at his mate inside, and dropped the board to the ground, mounting it. He kicked off, slamming the door behind him. Scott rode through the deserted corridors, as they often were during lunch. He navigated the corridors, flicking the board up and scaling down the stairs, before flicking around again and going down the next set, until he was on the ground floor. He
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Literature
TG Commission- Jameson
“Jameson Collins, why aren’t you changed?” The Coach asked.
Jameson winced at the sound of her voice. He shifted uncomfortably in place, feeling horribly out of place among the line of other boys. All the other boys were dressed in identical white t-shirts and blue shorts, lined up across the gym floor like little soldiers, their posture ramrod straight, arms at their sides, eyes straight ahead, trying to avoid meeting each other’s gaze. Jameson, in contrast, slouched in a red jacket and jeans. Why?
Because he, like a freakin’ idiot, had forgotten his gym clothes at God knows where. Again. For the third time this month. And the last time he had neglected to bring his gym stuff, Coach Delacourt had promised “Don’t let it happen again, Jameson. I promise you won’t be happy if it does.”
Well, she was certainly right about that. He was not looking forwards to this.
“Where are your gym clothes, Mr. Collins?” Coach Delacourt a
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Literature
Switch 2
(Warning: This story contains abdl themes. If that isn't your thing, please move on rather then comment angrily when you suddenly realize what "abdl" means.")
Carefully, she pulled down Crabula’s pull up. From underneath the crib she pulled out a large diaper bag, and took out wipes. She cleaned Crabula off, then spread baby powder on her. Next, she took out a large, thick diaper, with Sesame Street characters and “Pampers” written across the top.
“What!? You can’t put me in that! Where did you even get that?! Who would make it?!” Crabula couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Even with all that happened before, it didn’t occur to her she would end up in diapers. Furthermore, the existence of that particular diaper shocked her. While of course there would be adult sized diapers, one so thick and with such childish designs was surprising. Even if it was some kind of fetish thing, it wouldn’t have name brand like pampers, why would the
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Literature
Switch
(Warning: This story contains abdl themes. If that isn't your thing, please move on rather then comment angrily when you suddenly realize what "abdl" means.")
Crabula pulled at her hair, gritting her teeth in frustration. The little brat just wasn’t listening.
“I don’t wanna!” her twelve year old charge screamed.
“Well you have to! I’m the babysitter, and I said so! Now turn the tv off!” Crabula replied. He wards mother had demanded tv be turned off by 8:00.
“I don’t care if you’re the babysitter! I’m twelve years old! I don’t need a babysitter!”
“Well maybe, but you’re certainly not acting like a twelve year old! Clearly your mother hired me because you weren’t mature eno
ugh to be left on your own all night, and now you are proving her right! You are acting like a baby!” just as she said it, she knew it was the wrong thing to say. Her ward, Jessica, a small blond haired girl wearing
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Literature
The Bad Little School-boy +000
The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi
Introduction
    Once upon a time, there was a young boy by the name of Chris who attended a 7th Grade class in the Middle School of his town. Now, Chris was a rather naughty little boy ... his favorite self entertainments usually involved practical jokes on his teachers and mercilessly teasing the girls of his school. Then one day, his pranks went a tad too far. Some property was damaged, some feelings were hurt. Somebody was in big trouble!
    The principal deferred punishment to the school board, who in turn, deferred it to the PTA, which gave its authority entirely to the girls and teachers who were hurt by his careless taunts and pranks. The group spent a day or so deliberating on what suitable punishment was to be handed down. Then they thought of a doozy!
    They ran their idea before the PTA, who endorsed it to the school board, which re
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Literature
Depression and Diapers
Rain trickled down his face and soaked into his uniform, his backpack dragging along behind him behind him. He was Joshua; he was twelve years young and studying in school. He wasn’t feeling the best today; in fact he hadn’t been feeling the best for the past few months. His grades had been steadily slipping from high As to Fs. Out of class had been no better , he had started to become the target of bullies which just made matters worse. Lucky for him the rain mixed with his tears so no one could see him cry as he trudged home. He came and slammed the door, casting his bag over to the foot of the stairs. Josh rubbed his eyes and ran upstairs, he didn’t want his brother to see him like this, he would just worry and try and make it better. He got into this room, safely and securely. The school boy looked at himself in the mirror as he passed. He had slightly curled sandy blond hair with a slight part on the left side; well right now he was a drowned rat so his hair was
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Character Sheet: Timothy :icondyperdrive:dyperdrive 181 43
Literature
Crime and Punishment - English Translyrics
Translyrics by JoyDreamer
My Cover: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtltY65wnOw
~~~~~~~~Lyrics~~~~~~~~
Hey you, if you had the ears that I have, then I would
Sing you a song from my heart but I just wonder if you'd hear me?
Hey you, if you had the heart that I have, then I would
Flood you with all of my love but I wonder if you'd feel me?
Hey, if you'll hate me at some point, I might as well just
Kill myself and save me from this misery 'cause
If I cannot earn your love, you don't need me at all, at all, at all
Baah~
Hey you, "If only you had", it won't get me moving
But I would not move ahead even if I just could
"Do it slow" + "How do we?" + "Ready go" = And I'm gone
I would not play with a knife, but there's no choice, it's my life
'Cause if I were to decline, I'd really not be worth a thing
In your eyes, not a thing, demise
Hey, if I'll hate you at some point, you might just love the me
But it no longer cares about your feelings
She that needs you now is gone, she is forever gone, s
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Literature
TG Gymnastics-Lily
“Mom, when do I get to take this off?”, Willy whined, one hand behind his pink-clad hip, the other hand on the bent knee of his bare, chalk-dusty leg. Light reflected off his shiny pink leotard as bright camera bulbs flashed in his vision, causing him to blink his mascara-shadowed eyes.
His mom adjusted the focus on her camera, squinting through the viewfinder at the skimpily-dressed figure before her. To the casual observer, the petite, demure young child, standing in front of a featureless black photographer’s backdrop and highlighted by large mounted lights, would have appeared a female gymnast, a cute young girl, blond, with twin curly braids, and dressed in a shiny pink leotard with black x-marks down the right side. Any random passerby would have considered the girl the picture of feminine cuteness—and cute Willy was, but a girl he was not, his feminine appearance merely the result of hours of laborious trimming, cutting, curling, painting, dabbing, and
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Literature
Bunny Bound (Anthro Bunny TF with magic)
It had been just a few days after I got here, it was a nice school and everything.  All the buildings seemed pretty new, but that wasn’t too hard for this school to accomplish.  This University was a university of magic!  I was studying to become I magician in my four years here.  Why a magician? Because I want to use magic to bring entertainment and smiles to people of course!  Sure you can do it the old fashioned way with sleight of hand and misdirection, but this way I can do more for the people.  Spellbound University of Magic and Arts is a very prestigious college to get into and is mostly hidden away from most college fairs because of their strict guidelines of finding students, and the only thing more strict than most of the teachers is the rules that we must follow.  Well, my names Steve and It’s already been two weeks since school has started, and right now my potions 100 is not going too well…
“Steve!” my heavi
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Purgatorium :iconcorvinerium:Corvinerium 315 108 Commission: Maiddroid+Intruder :icondovsherman:DovSherman 1,389 129 Shoplifting :iconbendzz:bendzz 873 88
Literature
The Bitch Seat - TG
The day had started as a typical average day for Joey; he had just gotten his very first motorcycle a few months ago and was busy showing it off to his friend Angie. The bike itself was just your average Harley, but to Joey it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Angie had given him crap about buying a motorcycle, saying that’s usually a mid-life crisis purchase and they're still in their early 20’s.
Both youngsters had dirty blonde hair. Joey kept his kind of long while Angie was sporting a pixie cut. Joey had bright green eyes that Angie always told him girls would kill for, while her eyes were two different colors. Her left eye was a light blue while the right eye was a healthy green. Both of them considered themselves athletic; they worked out enough to stay in shape, but nothing too extreme.
Ever since Joey had bought the motorcycle, Angie had always wanted to take it out for a spin. Of course, that would mean that Joey would ride with her on the passenger seat.
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Party-Time Punishment :iconmrgagfoot:MrGagFoot 1,733 77 Salty - TG Comic - pg 3 of 3 :icongrumpy-tg:Grumpy-TG 392 19 Salty - TG Comic - pg 2 of 3 :icongrumpy-tg:Grumpy-TG 353 8 Hardpressed :iconwobbleblot:Wobbleblot 1,248 92 Ballet :icondovsherman:DovSherman 747 55 Infinite Tickle Punishment :iconfoot-paws:Foot-paws 475 141 Critical Miss! :iconthehunter1338:TheHunter1338 690 51 Detention at Teacher's Sweaty Feet :iconyouranus32:youranus32 163 14 TG Caption - The perfectionizer :icontgcompilation:TGcompilation 538 50 Act Your Age :icontugscarebear:tugscarebear 377 79
Literature
Biology TG
Victor was sitting in biology and staring blankly at his notebook. It was the last block of the day and he was struggling to stay awake.
Victor was an average high school student. He got good grades and was good at sports and fairly popular. He had short black hair and had a somewhat muscular build, but not to the point where he was a physical beast. He had slightly pale white skin, and tried to tan every now and then, but just ended up burning his skin.
As he was sitting in biology, he actually tried listening to his teacher's lecture. He looked up at her and noticed on the white board that they were talking about the reproductive system and the menstrual cycle. He snarled in disgust and turned back towards his notebook, but not fast enough. His teacher noticed his disdain and walked towards him.
"Do you have a problem with this material Victor?" she asked in a sarcastic tone in order to embarrass him in front of the class.
"No, it's just that this is pointless for guys to know. Can't
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Literature
Gone To Far - TG
A college aged kid by the name of Sam Hast had been working at the college’s day care center for the past few months. It dueled as a part time job and a few credit hours to go to his degree. Sam was a bit naïve as he was only nineteen years old and in his second year. He still hasn’t grasped the concept that some girls his age will/might get pregnant. His belief revolved around that you should at least finish school or at least be over the legal drinking age before “starting a family”.
He was basically the only guy working in the day care while the rest were girls from all kinds of backgrounds and getting different degree’s that would lead them to a job with children. There was one girl that everyone knew as Kimmy who had just entered her second trimester, she was the same age as Sam and it infuriated him.
Sam basically made it his mission to antagonize Kimmy about her pregnancy. It never escalated any higher than a few bouts of name calling between t
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Literature
Babysitting Annie
I dismounted my motorcycle and approached the house in front of me. I was here to babysit a girl named Annie – though babysit was probably the wrong word, she was nearly 15. However her parents had asked me to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't misbehave.
I knocked on the door; nervous; unsure of what I would find on the other side – I had agreed to the night's work because I needed some money, despite needing to do some university work – but I had not been to the house in person before.
The door was opened by – I can only assume – Annie's parents.
"Hello," I said "I'm Matt, we spoke on the phone. I'm here to babysit."
They smiled, shook my hand and invited me inside.
They explained that they would we back early in the morning and described the routine that Annie was supposed to follow for the night, handing me a short list of rules; confirming what we had spoken about on the phone. I approached the topic of the payment for the night, wrapping my lips
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Rural Punishment :iconthehunter1338:TheHunter1338 845 113 Digestion Punishment Vore :icongiantesseating:GiantessEating 158 6 Trapped :icongantzaistar:GantzAistar 1,009 80 Raising you properly :iconcaptionwizard:CaptionWizard 461 29 :. Arduous retribution .: :iconfavetoni:Favetoni 850 92