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- >You are Anonymous.
- >The most paranoid bastard this side of fiction. [spoiler] Puzzle that out, will you?[/spoiler]
- >The least scrupulous asshole this side of a sociopath.
- >You've noticed something about [spoiler] Ponka Pone[/spoiler].
- >She was allowed to bullshit-earthp0ne-teleport under two circumstances.
- >It was funny.
- >And, she was happy.
- >There was a third variable, the preparedness of the victim, but that only increased the likelyhood.
- >Your entire house was a series of traps.
- >[spoiler] The ultimate being that is wasn't your house at all, with the penultimate being that it was really male.[/spoiler]
- >It was only a matter of time.
- >So you would strike first.
- Panko!
- >Pause.
- >Then again, but drawn out, stretched. [spoiler] I'm not going to put in four or more "I"s, so just imagine that I did.[/spoiler]
- Penko!
- >Another pause.
- Pi-
- >You stop mid-shout, turning as you drop into a crouch, and shove a fistful of candy into-
- >Pappo's gaping maw.
- >Fucken' called it.
- >With her massive penalty from trying to deepthroat an arm, you win initiative and talk.
- How old are you?
- >A moment, then "Fourteen!"
- >Perfect, just inside your range.
- Would you like to play a game?
- >"What kind of game?"
- >As you walk around to the back of the van.
- The kind that involves candy, at least two people and-
- Whoa!
- >"What?"
- >She, predictably, pops up betwixt you and the open van doors, stretching to see what might be seen.
- >You, as the reader may be expecting, take the T-shirt you were holding, and yank it past her open teeth, effectively gagging her.
- >After quickly tying the ends of the shirt behind her head (not a easy task with a gak p0ne), you jump into the van, and, holding Panka in one arm, close and lock the doors.
- >You roll the die and- [spoiler] I actually did roll.[/spoiler]
- >Only a value of three.
- >Oh well, you were intending to mind-break her anyways.
- >With her being a lazy plot device, you couldn't tie her up, you couldn't drug her, you couldn't look away from her at all, really.
- >Good thing you didn't need to drive somewhere private for the >rape.
- >What with you being out in the middle of the woods.
- >You throw her on the ground, and crash down on top of her, holding her down with your weight.
- >"Umph!"
- >You reach down and unzip, the sound silenced by her muffled cries.
- >You sort of awkwardly move her tail out of the way.
- >Dead quiet.
- >Then she bursts into motion, twitching and writhing under your mass, doing her best to get out from under you. [spoiler] I rolled this too, result was a critical failure.[/spoiler]
- >A meter long clerk-p0ne against a two meter long fa/tg/uy didn't do shit.
- >Her struggles made you hard as [spoiler]a fleshy-tissue that went rigid when engorged with blood[/spoiler] could be .
- >You prodded her.
- >Dry.
- >It would get better eventually.
- >You J-J-J JAM IT IN!
- >Horses, and by extension, p0nes, have no hymen.
- >No blood-lube for you.
- >And now she was sobbing.
- >She thought she was in pain?
- >Fuck, that hurt.
- >If you had ever tried to jack off with sand-paper, you would have likened it to such an experience.
- >Maybe you should have tried oral first.
- >But even as you think about pains comparable to dick-burn, her body starts to produce a wetness.
- >As you start to slowly back out, you wonder what the actual name of that is.
- >As you push back in, you decide that you don't care, so long as it works.
- >You rock back and forth, getting a little rhythm going, the inward thrust matching up with a grunt from her, and the pull-out by a whimper.
- >By and by, the time for the festivities ends.
- >But being the gracious guest you are, you leave a parting gift inside her.
- >You stand up, and step back.
- >If you did this right... [spoiler] Yeah, rolled this too.[/spoiler]
- >Her mane, flattens, straightens, deflates.
- >Her tail, curling protectively around her genitals, suddenly seems less- full.
- >Her coat, looks dull and lifeless, as if ash had been rubbed into it.
- >Her eyes, quaver and tremble, looking at you.
- >Her mouth, drops open, as if in shock "Why?"
- >Fuck, she should be brain-dead.
- >You were going to have to do that again.
- >So you do.
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