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- >He strides to the side and you follow suit in the opposite direction
- >You hold your fist out, weighing the options
- >He has a weapon, weight, healing powers
- >You can't just hit him
- >He brandishes the knife, breathing heavily
- "Neckbeard, drop the knife!"
- >He growls and takes a step forward
- >You see his arm reach out towards you, attempting a jab
- >But it's slow, and you easily dodge it, stepping to the side
- >After he misses, he brings his arm around, slashing towards you
- >You reach your hand out, gripping him by the forearm
- >He gasps
- >Looking at you
- >And swings his other arm towards you
- >It flails uselessly off your skin
- >"LET GO YOU CHEATER"
- >His fist thrashes against your back, thumping
- >But you hold your ground
- >And with both hands on his meaty forearm, start twisting
- >He lets out a yelp of pain, and the knife clatters to the floor
- >You kick it out of the way, and shove him
- >He teeters, and you let go
- >But then he puts a foot back, and regains his ground
- >You take a step back, fists balled up and held up high
- >At least you disarmed him
- >Actually, he can't even hurt you at all
- >You rub your back
- >And crack your neck
- >Your victorious expression fades away as you realize what he'd been doing
- >You hadn't noticed in the melee, but now that he's closer to Twilight, he picks up her unconscious body
- >And brings her head into his rolls of fat
- "NO, DON'T!"
- >"THEN GET BACK!"
- >You hesitate, and he holds her closer to his folds of fat
- >You step backwards, heart thumping
- >This isn't fair
- >"Hand me the knife."
- >You shakily get down onto the ground
- >"No, kick it over."
- >And up you rise, bringing your feet to the knife, kicking it over
- >He doesn't pick it up, because he can't bend down that far
- >Now that you think of it, it made no sense for him to ask that
- >You sigh
- >Your combat skills can't help you here
- >Only your negotiation skills
- >You eyes look into his as you prepare yourself
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- >You lower your fists, even though the adrenaline still rages in your blood
- >And take a deep breath
- >You need to think for this one
- >Your mind races as you think back on your private lessons
- >How to play them, how to understand how they worked, how to get your way
- >The memories surge back into your mind, and you take a look at him, eyeing all over his body
- >Taking in his flimsy stance, his sweating facial expression, the way his arms are positioned
- >And you understand
- >It's now or never, Anon
- "Did you lose weight this week?"
- >It's a critical hit
- >He blubbers for a bit, and his hold on the purple unicorn falters
- >But you can't let down your assault now
- >You lick your lips, preparing your next barrage
- >Cough
- >And
- "Have you been working out?"
- >His face blushes a bright red and you know you've got this
- >You take a step forwards and he takes a step back
- >His breaths are loud, heavy, panting
- >"Y-you really think so?"
- >Slow and steady now
- >The situation is fragile and could turn on your any moment
- >You take a deep breath and steel yourself
- >Your eyes look into his, and you stare at it
- >You give a small smile
- "Yes."
- >He squees
- >His cheeks pinch up, and his eyes close a little
- >"Oh my gosh!"
- >He's like pudding in your words
- >You've got this
- >You take a another step further
- >And you see he doesn't even notice
- "You're beautiful."
- >He squeezes Twilight into his folds as he shrieks in delight
- >Fuck
- >Too far
- >You pushed him too far
- >You take a few more steps forward, bringing yourself in front of him
- >And take a hand onto his sweaty shoulders
- >It's grimy in your hands, and you feel the wetness from his sweat
- "I...I...."
- >You meter out your stutters, perfecting the pauses
- >His mouth opens widely in anticipation
- "I...."
- >You move your eyes to the side, feigning hesitation
- >You think briefly of the time around Fluttershy, and feel your blush rising
- >Perfect
- >Your eyes move back to his, staring into those black pools of darkness
- "I love you."
- >He moans out in pleasure, and you feel his body wracking underneath yours
- >You don't dare glance at the purple pony to betray your intentions, but you don't hear any drop
- >He probably still has her
- >It's hard to tell, his body fat seeing her from the edge of your peripheral
- >Your hands gently rub against his shoulders
- >It's for the greater good, you tell yourself
- >You're the hero Equestria needs
- >You lean your head in
- >Eyes closing
- >And feel his surprise when your lips lock
- >Your other hand moves towards his cheeks, while the one on his shoulder moves to the back of his head
- >He shouts, gasps into your mouth
- >But he's hesitant, cautious
- >Fragile, gentle
- >And you lead
- >Leaning him back
- >You feel your stomach press against his fat
- >You feel his arms around you, pulling you in
- >Both of them
- >Mission accomplished
- >Except
- >His arms are tight around you
- >And you can't let go
- >He squeezes you into his fat, as his tongue moves out experimentally
- >Okay, Anon, you got yourself into this situation
- >You saved Twilight
- >But at what cost?
- >You feel the folds of his fat slowly wrap around you body, sinking you in
- >And his tongue breaches the seal of your lips
- >You taste doritos on his breath
- >And even worse, not just his breath
- >Flecks of chips stick to your mouth, transferred from his tongue
- >Does he not chew correctly?
- >His tongue flicks against yours, and the sensation of crunchy chip flakes sends you shivering
- >You can't break from this
- >He'll kill you
- >You arms start to get clamped together as the fat reaches your shoulders
- >His hand runs down your side, moving to your belt
- >And he reaches a hand in under your pants, patting against your asscheeks
- >Not a-fucking-gain
- >This is too far
- >You didn't want it to be like this
- >You can't be a matyr
- >Not for Twicunt
- >You start struggling
- >And he moans into your mouth as you feel his finder reach between your ass
- "M-mph..."
- >Your words fall on deaf ears and you wriggle uncomfortably around
- >His fat envelops you on both sides, and you're stuck
- >He pulls back, finally, giving you a breath
- >And you almost retch as you taste dorito on your breath
- >"I-I love you too, Anon."
- >You take a moment to catch your breath
- >And then yell out loudly as you feel his fat finger prodding into your anus
- >"I know you feel this."
- >He smiles at you
- >And you get triggered
- >Flashes of Lyra flood your mind
- >Her similar smile
- >Her demonic eyes
- >And the way she...
- >She..
- >Massaged your dick
- >You feel warm folds around your crotch, squeezing
- >N-no, he was using his fat to the same effect
- >Your pants slide down, and you're unable to move in his fat to stop him
- >And your cock rubs against his sweat rolls
- "P-please, not like this."
- >Your charisma has left you
- >You're the victim now
- >"You cannot resist."
- >That knowing smile
- >Maybe he knew all along what you were up to
- >His finger breaches your sphincter
- >And you cry out in pain
- >Your member digs into his fat, and the massaging of his rolls hardens your member
- >His motion thrusts you against his sweaty, sticky skin
- >Each poke is pain
- >And sends you visions of your earlier rape
- >His index slides into your anus, and you feel sticky warm skin against your insides
- >You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to lean in, locking his lips with yours again
- >Your body shudders as your leaking tip scrapes against his skin, lubricating the folds of his fat
- >You feel them squeeze around you, feel the heavy thumping of his overexcercised heart against your throbbing member
- >His heart beats twice to your one
- >But they are in sync every other beat
- >His a perfect half-measure to yours
- >He moans something into your mouth, and you get another hot wave of doritos
- >His index slides deep into your ass, and then he starts sliding it out
- >Your sphicnter hugs against his grimy hands as he keeps sliding
- >And sliding, and you hope he takes it out
- >Except he doesn't and he rams it back in, eliciting a shriek that's muffled by the kiss
- >Your cock digs again into his folds of fat
- >And to your dismay, you feel that the warmth and tightness starts getting to you
- >And you feel your climax getting closer
- >It's just not right
- >You weren't aroused
- >You just tried to save Twilight
- >And she started all this
- >Her body's prone on the floor
- >And you feel closer
- >And closer
- >And you gasp into his mouth
- >His finger pistons into your ass, as you feel the pressure finally release
- >You cock throbs against his fat and spurts out what cum you have inside
- >It flows out, splashing against the hydrophobic skin
- >And surrounds your dick
- >You hear the drip dripping of the cum falling to the flow, sliding off his skin
- >And he pulls back, smiling at you
- >You close your eyes and give a cry
- >And so began the adventures of Neckbeard-Anon
- >Anon forever cumming while stimulated
- >And Neckbeard forever wrecking havoc on the pony population
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