Bollocks' Cyclops

>You're stuck in class with that nerdy Cyclops who had stuttered hard as sin to have you go out with her
>We're talking maximum spaghetti in pockets tier since you've managed to stay in shape and the bookworm Oomukade already has her little drug slut
>Pester her after school as to why she's being so down, she tells you how you always seem more interested in the cheery, big breasted girls
>Hell, even a few Holstaurs wanted you to jump their bones
>She caught you after a day on the track, still sweating from running a 100 meter sprint against the cheeky as sin Centaur captain who likes to flaunt the fact she has four legs
>Who gets pissed whenever you mention her horse pussy being a huge turn off to guys
>She doesn't answer as to why she's feeling glum, you two still haven't had sex yet, tears welling up in her eye like some big baby
>Get a mischievous idea
>Lift your shirt off of yourself and fwump it over her face, pinning her head to your chest
>"Ah! A-Anon! S-s-s-stop it! People are looking!"
>"Not until you tell me what's wrong."
>"I-i-i-it's nothing m-major!"
>B-thump
>She pauses, shifting her head to where her ear's on your chest's center
>B-thump... b-thump
>There's a soft girlish moan as she continues to listen
>B-thump... thump thump... thump thump...
>You can see her fidgeting now wriggling her hips against you
>B-thump... thump thump thump...
>Your own heart's speeding up, hugging the petite cyclops to your chest
>Holy shit it's getting hot in here
>Pull her away, her face is about as red as a goddamned cherry in a full on blush, she's practically struggling to breathe now
>You can see a little bit of slickness between her legs as her giant hazel eye locks with yours
>You can see the faint shape of a heart in her pupil as she hugs you again, listening to the sound of your heartbeat
>"E-e-e... E-e-... at... Me"

>Relent to her advances, bringing her into the showers with you, against your better judgment
>Scrub her head for her since she's still a little under a head shorter than you
>It's still a little awkward for you to be doing this to her since she's more like a little sister than a proper lover
>She doesn't even have anything bigger than B sized tits
>Both of you get spooked when a group of your track teammates walk in, making jokes about how "Big Bad Anon" has his "Monoeye Imouto" and that she's making you soft
>She turns around and hugs you in the nude, your cock pressed against her stomach, hugs you tighter when she notices the erection
>You almost end up slow dancing with her in the shower, her ear listening to your heartbeat as it gets faster and faster
>The water goes pitter-patter from the shower head when she whispers at you to melt her like butter, stuttering the entire time
>Braces herself against the wall, going onto her tip-toes for you, hotdogging you a little with her small but springy ass cheeks
>She's looking at you longingly with her cherry red face as you press the helmet of your cock onto her pussy, spreading her lips
>Your little Cyclops is tight as shit, almost making you think your cock was going to bend when you fully hilt yourself into her
>She begins to make a moan that you have to stifle, almost a second too late
>"You hear that?"
>"Nah man, didn't hear nothin' "
>"Almost sounded like a mouse or something, you think one of those apple bottomed girls finally got tired of Nyan?"
>"In your fucking dreams, man."
>Each thrust drives you deeper into her, hugging onto her shoulders as you slowly plunge in and out her
>She's trying her damnedest for you to not make any noise so you don't get caught
>End up snuggling your chin onto her neck whispering that you're going to fill her full of your spunk
>The water practically steams off of her now
>Release and clean up, she's clinging to your arms
>"A-anon, am I good enough f-for you?"

>Scratch your chin, trying to debate how to answer her
>"Well, you're kind of socially inept. Not to mention people are making fun of us for being a couple. I mean, they even sometimes say that we smell like marinara delight."
>She's tearing up now, thinking you're about to break up with her after defiling her pure maiden body
>"But, at the same time."
>"Ah?"
>"I've never met a girl who's so utterly cute in her strange, wild mannerisms that could even show me how much she really cared for me outside of a living cum pump just from hearing my heartbeat."
>"I think part of me was drawn into your orbit the moment I first saw you, regardless of what the others say. I mean, shit. Things could be worse, I could've ended up like that one poor Paladin poser who's being pumped full of his girlfriends 'happy juice' on a daily basis."
>She giggle-sobs when you mock shiver the idea of taking Oomukade venom right to the ballsack, even going so far as to punch you lightly on the shoulder
>"Dummy."
>You grin at her
>"But i'm -your- dummy, aren't I?"
>She pouts now, puffing her cheeks out
>"You're still only interested in big breasted girls, i've seen how you look at Maybelle and her sisters."
>Sigh softly at her retort, the damned breast envy again. Scoop her up into your arms, making her have a conniption. A five-foot-five little Cyclops being carried by a six-foot-three Anon.
>"A-Anon! S-s-s-stop! If you move they can see my p-p-p-panties!"
>"There's my little stutterbug. Here's a way to calm you down."
>Press her head to your chest, letting her hear your heartbeat again. Carry her home the entire way in this weird baby cradle/princess carry combination
>You both have wild sex that evening
>Months later, you're both still dating
>Years later, she's walking down the aisle towards you
>She's aged beautifully, buxom and hourglass
>Nine months later, your first daughter is born
>Clasping your mammoth index finger in her tiny hands
>Her sterling blue monoeye shining