Snugglerape: Part 6

>”Don’t mind me. Just getting raped...”
>This is about the 10th time Spike has said those words in this conversation.
“Look, Spike. Luna said she’s sorry. How many times do we have to go over this?”
>You rest your aching head on your hand and stare blankly at the wooden table.
>You’ve all been sat here for the last 30 minutes trying to come to some amenable solution to this whole horrid affair.
>”I know. To be honest, Twilight’s done it to me lots. I’m just looking to get some bits out of it like you.”
>Your head slumps to the table with a loud thud.
>You hear two other thuds as Luna and Aloe follow your lead.
“Then can we please move on? Luna, pay the dragon.”
>”VERY WELL. YOU SHALL BE PAID FOR YOUR... SERVICES.”
>Bloody hell, you thought you turned loudspeaker off.
>”Please keep it down, Princess! You’ll attract the mares outside if you keep shouting!”
>You quickly skulk over to the window of the library, keeping a low profile.
>Peeking over the window sill, you scan the landscape for any alerted mares.
>The town square looks just like it did the last time you checked.
>Mares wonder aimlessly around, like hug-craving zombies.
>Where they bump into another soul they sit and hug, eyes turning into hearts.
>You can hear their excited squeals and moans from here.
>The sight of so many of them terrifies you.
>If they caught so much as a whiff of your presence, you’d be pinned under a writhing mass of mares once again.
>It wasn’t that it was unpleasant...
>It was just troublesome.
>But at this rate, you’re not getting home the conventional way.
>You turn back to your group of survivors.
“Ok, we’re still good. But please, princess, stop using your royal canterlot voice. They could be upon us any second!”
>She blushes through her dark blue fur, and shies beneath her ethereal mane.
>”I’m sorry... I forgot.”
>”You haven’t been quite yourself, Luna. Is your heat affecting you that badly at the moment?” Aloe interjects.
>”I... I lost myself earlier. I’m sorry Spike. But I’ll be fine. I’ll control myself from now on. I just... When I saw Spike on the bed... How wonderfully he was offered to me... And his claws... They reminded me of Anon’s hands so much...”
>Her wings are starting to unfurl again...
>And she’s drooling.
>You clap your hands loudly in front of her face.
“Snap out of it, Luna! We need to find a way out of here past all those sex-crazed mares! We don’t need another one in here.”
>She regains her senses, but as you speak to her she’s not focused on your face. She’s staring at your hands.
“UGH! This is hopeless!”
>”What, you guys want a way out?” Spike says.
>”Well yeah. Do you know of one?” Aloe asks.
>”Well sure I do! I do live here!”
“I thought the only entrance or exit was here on the ground floor.”
>”Well technically that’s true for p0nies... But I have my ways of getting around.”
>”Ok, well show us then!” Aloe demands.
>”Well... I could... “
“Luna, pay the dragon.”
>”What?! Again? Very well. If it gets us somewhere private faster...”
>She says that last bit in a sultry tone, staring at you with half lidded eyes.
>A shiver runs down your spine.
>”Alright. Well if that’s taken care of, there’s one more thing I want.”
>This dragon is getting greedy...
>You sigh.
“Name your price...”
>”Oh no, I don’t want any more money. Just promise not to tell Twilight.”
>You all nod so fiercely that your heads might pop off your necks.
>”Alright. Follow me.
>Spike stands up from the table and heads to the basement.
>The three of you look to each other in confusion, but follow him anyway.
>He leads you down the stairs into Twilight’s lab.
>Twilight is still “sleeping” peacefully on the floor, curled up against the giant book.
>Somehow, it just seems right.
>You all sneak past. She may have been knocked unconscious, but you’re not sure whether she’ll wake up.
>Spike heads over to one of the many cabinets that line the walls of the laboratory.
>He slips a claw behind one of them, and it slides away, revealing a small passage.
“Whoa! Did you make this?”
>”Nah. It was here when we moved in. There’s loads of secrets to this library. I don’t think we’ve even found them all.”
>The tunnel is just about the right size for Spike, but a tight fit for you, Luna and Aloe.
>”Uh, Spike. I don’t think we’re gonna fit in there.” Aloe says.
>”Aha! Leave this to me!”
>You all turn to Luna, who has a great big smirk on her face.
>This... can’t be good.
>Before you can protest, her horn glows with blue light.
>You can feel your jimmies rustle as she charges the spell.
>Her horn glows brighter, and she closes her eyes in meditation.
>Eventually you’re blinded by the spell as it goes off in a flash of light.
>The glow recedes, and you open your eyes to see...
>A tiny Luna.
>And a filly Aloe.
>Oh your god, they’re fucking adorable!
>However, their stature doesn’t seem to have changed.
>In fact, they’re as tall as you.
>But you’re also now the same size as Spike.
>You pat yourself down as you try to comprehend what the spell did.
>”Oh my gosh! I didn’t realise human foals were so cute!” Luna gushes.
>She tackles you, knocking your puny child body over, and rubs her face against yours, much like a cat.
>She’s so tickly!
>”If you guys are done horsing around, let’s go.” Spike suggests, perhaps a little forcefully.
>The four of you easily fit down the tunnel now.
>You’re glad to leave the wreck of the tree, where so much has taken place.
>You don’t want to remember this day or any of the events in it.
>That, and the giant hole in the ceiling has wrecked all the feng shui.
>You blunder on into the darkness, illuminated only by Luna’s horn.
>You continue on for a while as the path slants upwards slightly.
>You feel a lot slower. These short legs didn’t help you much now.
>Did Spike have to get around like this every day?!
>You can’t imagine living like this all the time. Little guy must be hella fit.
“Spike, are you sure you didn’t dig this tunnel? It’s like, the perfect size for you!”
>”Nope. It was like this when I found it. Whoever dug it might have been a baby dragon too. Especially since it seems they share my tastes!”
>You wonder what that could mean.
>You continue up the path and it leads to a wooden panel.
>Spike motions for you to be quiet, and you all switch into sneak mode.
>Spike pushes the panel gently, and it pops out of its slot.
>He quietly slides it to the side, and places it down.
>You look out the hole to see...
>Sweetie Belle?
>The hole opens up to a darkened room.
>It’s tiny and filled with cleaning supplies and other assorted items.
>It’s a closet of some sorts.
>Sweetie Belle is just kind of... sitting there.
>She doesn’t even seem to have noticed you.
>She’s just staring into space at nothing with her mouth open.
>Okay...
>”Hey Sweetie.” Spike casually says as he walks past.
>Spike heads to the other side of the closet and opens the door slightly.
>He pokes his head out, and through the crack you can also see the main area of Carousel Boutique.
>The coast looks clear, and he waves his claw for you to follow him.
>Your elite commando unit files out of the closet under the stairs and into the lobby.
>In the centre you see the enemy.
>She’s lying on her sofa, facing away from you as you move silently to the door.
>”It’s a chaise longue, dear.”
>Damn. She heard your self narration.
>”And who do we have here? A couple of fillies and colts? My, my... This must be my lucky day!”
>Rarity uses her magic to lock the front door.
>She rotates her chaise longue to face you.
>She’s lying on it suggestively, eyes closed with a hoof drawn across her forehead in mock swooning.
>”Oh, woe is me. I am in heat, and I have nop0ny to relieve me of my pent up frustrations. Whatever shall I do? If only I had a strong stallion with hands to tend to me, I could open the door...”
>Oh god not again.
>You look at your teammates.
>Filly Aloe is urging you on, eager to get out of here as expediently as possible.
>Filly Luna has wingboners and is rubbing her belly, tongue hanging out of her mouth. Fucking nymphomaniac.
>Spike has hearts in his eyes. Rarity had him at “heat.”
>You sigh again. You’re becoming a pro at it.
>Looks like you’re going to have to please another mare to get out of here.
>How come you keep getting yourself into these situations?
>Such is the cursed life of a pleasure ape it seems.
>Dammit, she’s even got you calling yourself that now.
>You stride towards Rarity, rolling up your sleeves.
>You mean business this time.
>You’ve had plenty of practice today. You’re going to give her the biggest orgasm of her life.
>You reach your hands out towards her belly with purpose, but are halted by a blue glow.
>”Oh no, darling. You mustn’t rush these things... Do you not know how to treat a lady?”
>She opens her eyes to look at you.
>”A-anon?! Is that you? What happened to you?”
>Oh, I guess that makes sense. She was expecting Spike.
>Why the hell did you offer?
>She must know about the tunnel by now. Spike must have been visiting her in secret.
>Now you just feel stupid.
“Luna cast a spell on us.” You squeak. As a child you sound like a girl. It’s kinda humiliating.
>Rarity looks out upon her audience.
>She’s shocked to see so many of you. It seems she was really just expecting Spike.
>However, after she’s absorbed this information, her look turns from one of confusion to a predatory grin.
MEANWHILE IN A PUB IN CANTERLOT
>”’ere, Raritan. Your mood Rarity’s changed again.”
>”Oh, aye, Disc?”
>The two white pegasi look at Raritan’s flank, where his cutie mark – Rarity’s face -  has a weird look.
>”Huh. I haven’t ever seen that one before.”
>”What do you suppose it means?”
>”Hmm... I reckon she’s seeing something she likes. Like, really likes.”
>”Huh, I can see that. It’s like she really, really likes something. Maybe even lusts after it?”
>”Yeah, that’s the one! I wonder what she’s up to.”
>”We’ll never know.”
>”What do you think it feels like to stick a needle in your eye?” An old grizzled p0ny blurts out, sitting in the corner of a booth. He’s missing a hind leg, and seems to have seen his fair share of shit.
>”Be quiet, Jibber.”
BACK IN PONYVILLE
>”Spike, would you be a dear and come over here?” Rarity croons.
>Spike obediently rushes to her side.
>”Yes, my queen?”
>”Oh my dear Spikey-wikey. I have a job for you to do. It’s not every day that I get a couple of... handy stallions ready and eager to attend to my needs.”
>”Anything you wish, my sweet!”
>Oh no. You can see where this is going.
>You never asked for this.
>You very calmly and slowly back away from Rarity.
“Well, I can see you got this one, Spike. I’ll just wait over... HURK”
>You’re hoisted into the air by Rarity’s magic, which has picked you up by the scruff of your shirt.
>”Now, now. Just because you’re not older, Anon, doesn’t mean you can’t help mommy.”
>Oh please no.
“Rarity, please don’t make me do this. Isn’t this wrong?”
>”I’ll admit I do prefer an older stallion, but...”
>She draws you in close to her face.
>”A foal is fine too.”
>Her grin at this proximity is terrifying.
>You can feel her libido washing over you like a wave of marshmallow >rape.
>This will not end well for you.
>”Now, what do we do to unruly foals who don’t want to help mommy?”
>Spike sticks his claw into the air and waves it frenetically.
>”OOH, OOH! I know this one! We spank them, right?”
>”That’s right, Spikey-wikey!”
>Rarity reaches out a hoof and pats Spike on the head.
>He eagerly receives the praise, even craning his neck to receive more touches from his idol.
>It’d be heartwarming if you weren’t focused on what’s coming next.
>She promptly turns you around and plants your face on the floor.
>Your ass is pointing up in the air, and you strain your neck to look around at what she’s doing.
>At least she won’t be able to do much damage with those marshmallow hooves of hers.
>All you have to do is pretend to be hurt.
>That plan goes out the window though when you see a riding crop float down the stairs, surrounded by a blue glow.
>WHY ON EARTH WOULD SHE HAVE A RIDING CROP?!
>You tense your ass cheeks and close your eyes in anticipation of the lashings you’re about to receive.
>You hear the crop slice through the air a split second before you feel the sting of it on your ass.
>”You. Will. Do. As. Mommy. Says.” Rarity dictates.
>She punctuates each word with a swing of the crop.
>There are only six swings, but she was merciless with the force of them.
>You’d like to say that it was because you were reverted to a child, that you have tears in your eyes now.
>But you’d be lying. That crop stings like a bitch.
>Rarity levitates you back in front of her.
>”Now what have we learned, Anon?”
>You sniffle and try to clear the tears from your eyes with a hand.
>All the while Rarity just stares at you expectantly.
>”Well? I won’t ask again.”
“D-do what... Mommy says...”
>”Good boy!”
>She levitates you closer to her and pulls you into a deep hug.
>You hug back. She’s so soft.
>She actually does smell of marshmallow.
>She puts you back on the ground in front of her.
>”Now you two boys are going to help mommy feel good. But don’t go straight for my belly this time. You’re going to learn how to take it slow. Start with mommy’s hooves.”
>You and Spike shuffle down to the end of the chaise, where Rarity’s immaculate hooves await.
>Spike wastes no time, taking the right into his claws.
>You’re left with the remaining hoof on the left.
>You take it gently into your hands, remarking how soft it is.
>The hoof is nothing like any kind of hoof you’d find on earth.
>In fact you’d struggle to call it a hoof at all if these p0nies didn’t call it such themselves.
>The bottom of the hoof is completely circular.
>It has no particularly hard parts. It’s more like a foot.
>You inspect it closer, and find that there is a raised semicircular pad of slightly harder mallow.
>That must be what makes the clop sound.
>You look over to Spike.
>He’s already going to town with his hoof. He must have past experience.
>Rarity is looking down at you with a slight frown on her face.
>Well, you’d better get started.
>You take your thumbs and dig them into the center of the hoof.
>You rub two circles, clockwise with your right thumb and anti-clockwise with your left, in the center of the hoof.
>You look at Rarity, who sighs in confirmation and lays her head back down on the chaise.
>You take this as a sign that you’re doing well, and continue your circular motions.
>You move the circles up and down and Rarity hums in response.
>You rub your circles closer to the raised portion of the hoof, and Rarity twitches in response.
>She must be ticklish there.
>Well, you can have a bit of fun here. It’s the closest thing you can do to revenge.
>You take your thumbs off her hoof and cup it in your left hand.
>She looks up at you, startled that you’ve stopped.
>Her expression is contorted into an open mouthed grin once your right hand touches her hoof though.
>You dance your fingertips around the ridge on her hoof.
>Her peals of laughter echo around the room, a beautiful sound if ever you heard one.
>You relentlessly tickle her, revelling in the sweet taste of marshmallow revenge.
>Spike looks over to you, then gets a devious grin on his face.
>He joins in with you, his clawtips wildly flailing over the surface of her hoof.
>She squirms and twists to get away from the overwhelming sensations that wrack her body.
>”WAHAHA! S-stop! I can’t... AHAHA!” She pleads.
>She struggles for breath, wheezing in between laughing fits.
>You think that she’s had enough and obey. You also don’t want to meet that riding crop again.
>Spike follows in suit and smiles bashfully at Rarity.
>You think he enjoyed it almost as much as you.
>She pants heavily, endorphins coursing through her brain, with a huge smile on her face.
>She regains her composure and sits up to look down at you and Spike.
>The two of you can only blush and look away from her penetrating gaze.
>”Oh how naughty of you two. I should have known you were a troublemaker, Anon.”
>Oh shit, now you’ve gone and done it.
>”Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing...”
>She smiles at you with her bedroom eyes.
>If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s trying to seduce you.
>Like all these damn ponies!
>Suddenly your center of gravity shifts, as a blue glow encompasses you.
>You’re weightless, being levitated by Rarity.
>Spike also aquires a similar coloured glow and levitates.
>”I think that’s enough foreplay for now, boys. It’s time for the main event. And that means that you’re going to have to grow up, Anon.”
>Her horn glows even more intensely, and you feel your body expanding.
>Luna’s enchantment is dispelled, and you’re soon back in your adult body.
>”I like your human sense of adventure, Anon. I think it’s time you put it to work.”
>She turns around so that her rump is facing you.
>You’re no horsefucker, but DAMN.
>”Here.” Aloe calls out from behind you.
>You wheel around just in time to catch her magic sunglasses.
>You slip them on before biting your bottom lip.
“Dat ass.”
>Yeah. That felt right somehow.
>”If you’re done fooling around, I suggest you get to work back there.”
>Your attention is turned back to Rarity’s face, which is scowling at you.
>It soon softens though as she feels Spike’s caress.
>Spike has moved to her front, and is currently stroking his claw through her hair.
>You’d better get those hands of yours moving. You don’t want to be outdone by a baby dragon.
>You place your hands firmly on her cutie marks and start tracing circles gently around her diamonds.
>Similar to Luna, she hums in delight at your delicate touch.
>Focusing on one diamond at a time, you slowly rub her flank.
>The pleasure is clear on her face. She smiles like you’ve never seen her smile before.
>You speed up your rubbing. She moans with a deep rumble in her throat.
>You decide to switch it up.
>Using two fingers on each hand, you trace two opposing circles on each side of her body.
>It’s a tricky maneuver, but you’re rewarded for your efforts with Rarity twitching and kicking her legs.
>It seems that the pleasure you’re providing is simply too much, so you slow your circles down and soften your touch.
>Speaking of soft, her rump is absolutely plush.
>As you grip it, you feel practically no resistance at all.
>In fact...
>You grip tighter.
>Rarity moans in response.
>Holy shit, you can’t even see your fingertips anymore.
>And you still feel you can go further.
>You look to Rarity again.
>Her eyes are closed in absolute bliss.
>Spike is stroking her neck and mane, while his long, forked tongue wraps around the spirals on her horn and tickles the tip.
>Sparks are already shooting off her horn.
>She doesn’t seem to be in distress. In fact, you think she likes it.
>Well, you don’t want to disappoint the lady.
>You dig in with your hands.
>They sink effortlessly into her marshmallow flesh.
>Rarity screams with pleasure.
>Your hands have sunk so far in that you can feel your thumb and forefinger touching.
>Holy shit, she’s just made out of marshmallow!
>This is enough however to send Rarity over the edge.
>Spike gets a faceful of fireworks, as Rarity’s horn goes supernova.
>Her legs give way, and she falls to the floor.
>As the waves of orgasm crash against her, she can’t help but curl into a cute little white ball.
>Her legs are held close to her body, and her eyes are shut tight.
>She climaxes for a few seconds, then goes limp.
>The light from her horn has died down now. A faint light at the tip is all that remains as she basks in the literal afterglow.
>You gently pick her up and lay her down on her chaise longue.
>Spike hops up next to her and snuggles close with her.
>That’s good. It’s nice to have someone with you after this kind of thing.
>Especially when you’ve got to fuck and leave.
>You tiptoe away from the sleeping couple to the exit of the boutique.
>You motion to Aloe and Luna to follow you.
>Aloe, who had found her hooves very interesting throughout the whole event, readily gets up, eager to leave.
>Luna rises on unsteady legs, as she fights off her orgasm that she built up while clopping to Rarity.
>You simply shake your head and get back to the task at hand.
>You silently open the door and stick your head out.
>You see the zombie mares hugging in the street.
>It’s getting towards sunset, so most of them are heading home.
>You even see that weird black and white p0ny that always wears that weird face paint.
>He’s a stallion, but nobody wants his belly rubs.
>You wordlessly communicate for Aloe and Luna to follow you.
>You get a foot outside the door when you suddenly hear,
>”HELLO SPIKE! HELLO ANON!”
>Sweetie Belle has snapped out of her stupor and has finally recognised your presence.
>20 minutes late.
>Unfortunately she’s also alerted every p0ny in a 500 metre radius to your location.
>She’s got a really powerful voice.
>Maybe she should go into singing?