Ackbar Style Unrelated AiE

Ackbar Style Unrelated AiE

Wrote this because to my knowledge it’s nevah been dun befo.  Well it probably has been dun befo but fuck it I’m doing it.

>you are Anon
>when you were younger, you always liked dressing up as a girl
>you loved dresses and skirts
>your mother had scolded you a few times for stealing her clothes and makeup
>”It’s not like you chose to have dainty, feminine features” you'd replied with indignation
>after long talks about how "it wasn't right" and other such nonsense, you'd pretended to agree with them and acted like if it had just been a phase
>it was only when you went away for college that you took your only chance and went ahead with a bit of a transformation
>you were a natural
>barely any body hair, girly little jaw, big eyes
>your pasty complexion and light anemia coupled with having trouble putting on weight made many women look like manly men by comparison
>had you thought about HRT and a sex change operation?
>perhaps
>you were comfortable with yourself as you were, and it never felt necessary
>it's not like you needed it to look girly
>but that was impossible now
>that was completely out of the question, for one very important reason
>you were not in college anymore
>you weren't even in your country
>you didn't even know if you were still on earth
>this was Equestria
>and it was some kind of magical land full of p0nies and mythical creatures
>it had been crazy but after a few days, you were starting to believe that you weren't insane
>the creatures here had been nothing but kind to you
>you didn't really understand why, but they had pretty much adopted you as one of their own
>a good thing too
>you would have died quickly without help
>you weren't exactly capable of fending for yourself in the wild
>but now you sat in a coffee shop twirling a finger in your long, straight hair and nibbling absent-mindedly at something sugary
>you miss home
>you miss your friends
>you miss college, even if you'd only been there for a few days before falling into an elevator shaft
>you were late for class and your little shoes had been soaked with morning dew
>slipping on freshly waxed floor, you’d gone right past the “danger construction” signs
>you never hit the bottom though
>you were thankful for that
>the clothing you had would have just been ruined...
>regardless of your luck, you moped, sighing as heavily as your little voice could
>the unicorns, pegasi and earth p0nies had been hospitable, but they weren't really your friends
>they had simply helped out someone in need
>you'd been freeloading off a kind, lonely old mare but even she had mentioned how you should find a job and place of your own
>you'd never job hunted before...
>it sounded pretty difficult
"You must be Miss Anon, the human, right?  Welcome, Welcome!" says a middle-aged shopkeeper p0ny
>even here, in another world, by another species entirely, you were recognized as a girl
>you smiled coyly at the thought
>he seems to blush and stare at you
"So what brings you to Davenport's Quills and Sofas?" he asks
>you look around the little store
"Well, sir...  I was wondering if you were hiring..."
>he swallows a little nervously
"Dreadfully sorry...  I've just hired a new employee"
>you lose your light smile
"Oh...  Okay...  I'll be on my way then..."
>wondering if you'll ever get a job, you walk through town
>they probably don't even want humans working at their stores
>you notice an alicorn that had helped you when you first arrived in town
>Twilight was her name, she was apparently a special princess p0ny
>maybe she could help you
"Twilight?  Princess Twilight?"
>you get her attention quickly enough
>being five feet tall made you a bit of a shrimp back on earth but here, you had a good two feet on most beings here
>Twilight greets you with a warm smile
"Hi Anon"
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you but do you have a moment?"
>you hope she wasn't too busy, she was a princess after all
"Of course not, what can I help you with?"
>you sigh with relief
>Twilight was so nice to everybody
"I was just looking for a bit of help with finding a job...  I don't know where to start to be honest"
>you'd tried to share her happy demeanor but you fond yourself pouting as you finished the sentence
"I'm sure we'll find something...  First, is there anything you're good at?"
>you think, tilting your head to the side
"Ummm..."
>you can't think of much
>what were you good at anyways?
>it's what you'd be finding out in college if you were still over there...
>your pout intensifies
"Well what's your cutie mark then?"
>cutiewhatnow?
"What's a cutie mark?"
"Oh, it's something that appears when somep0ny discovers their true talent, it should be right here" says Twilight as she points her horn towards your hip
>it lights up and you feel your skirt lift up on the side of your leg
"Waitwaiwaiteeeeeeeeeep!" you squee, holding your skirt down
>you're bright red as you feel the confused glances of onlookers
>your feel your member twitching and waking up
>oh no
>oh no no no not now!
>as the townfolk go back to their business, you relax and you feel your penis settling back down
>you had a bit of a thing for public humiliation, but it was diffused quickly enough
"I'm sorry, I was just trying to show you, did I do something wrong?" she asks
>your red cheeks go down a few shades as your breath settles
>you reply the first thing that comes to mind
"It's okay miss Princess, I'm just not used to magic, I guess...  I don't think humans can get cutie marks though...  Sorry"
>Twilight starts thinking out loud, oblivious to your little problems
"Please, just call me Twilight.  Hmmm...  If you don't get a cutie mark and you don't know what you're talented in...  Do you like to do specific things?  Do you have hobbies?"
>hands held together near your thighs, you shift side to side, deep in thought
"I like fashion and stuff..."
>Twilight's face lights up
"I know just what might work!" she exclaims
>beckoning you to follow her, she leads you across the hard packed dirt roads to a building that seemed to be fabricated from fabrics and various suture supplies
>you enter the store with Twilight at your side
>a white unifcorn stands in the middle of a display, various clothes and accessories floating around her and her mannequins
>the unicorn turns towards you and her long eyelashes flutter
>her hips sway as she turns, the movement is almost sensual
>you elbow Twilight lightly
"Total slut, right?" you whisper over with a corner of your mouth raised in jest
>before she can even react the unicorn greets you both
"Oh Twilight, it's so good to see you!
"It's great to see you too, Rarity.  This is Anon, Anon, meet one of my best friends Rarity"
“Is this the newcomer I've heard so much about?  Welcome to the Carousel Boutique where every garment is chic, unique and magnifique!  I’m Rarity, it’s so good to finally meet you"
>you have a smile of frozen shock on your face
>you just can't move your face
>what have you done
>your mouth moves on its own
"The pleasure is all mine"
>Twilight looks back to you
"Anon, what does slut mean, exactly?"
"Slut?" says Rarity, perplexed
"Anon said you were a "slut" when she came in, I guess I'm just not familiar with that word"
"I haven't heard of it myself, Twilight"
>you are still frozen in place
>blood drained from your entire head
"Anon, care to fill us in?"
"Uuuhhh...  Uuuhhh..."
>they both look at you with anticipation and curiosity "It...  It...  It means girl on my world, but in a flattering way!  Like as if you said "pretty" or "cute" girl!"
>you can't even breathe
"Really?" they both reply in unison
"Yeah, of c-course!  I...  Ummm...  People called me that sometimes back on earth!  Girls called each other that a lot, it’s a really common word!" you blurt
>you giggle
>nervously
"How sweet of you Anon"
"Aren't you just a darling!"
>they were sincere?
"Anon was actually here to find out if you could hire her, she likes sewing and fashion" says Twilight
>you slowly decompress until you feel like you're made of pudding
>you can't believe you got out of that one
>you thought you were completely doomed
"Well I've been so busy these days I do think hiring would be an option...  Can you start right now?"
>you had a job?
"Y-y-y...  Of course, yes, thank you miss Rarity!" you reply, bouncing with relief and joy
"Now we'll need to get you into something a little more "this season", let me just take a few measurements, I should be able to make you an adorable spring outfit..." says Rairity while she levitates a tape measure
"Twilight, would you be a dear and fetch my makeup kit?"
>you were pretty pale and bland today, you didn't really have much with you when you'd left Earth
"Just take a seat, darling.  I'll be back shortly"
>this was awesome
>you sit down, legs crossed quaintly and spend a few minutes just staring at all the pretty EEENNSEEEMBLES in the shop
>Twilight comes back and sits in front of you, smiling, calm and innocent
>Rarity joins you two shortly
"Ah, I think I've got it!  Let's try it on..." she says, approaching with her impressively rapidly put together outfit
"Anon, would you be so kind as to undress?"
>you freeze
"Wh-what?"
"Take your clothes off, quickly now" continues Rarity
>what were you going to do
“We’re all girls here, no need to be shy” says Twilight as you see her horn light up
>they both move in closer and you feel yourself turn red
>Rarity starts tugging on your blouse as Twilight approaches, levitating the makeup kit
>you scoot away from them but quickly find yourself on the ground, cornered, and panicked
“We won’t hurt you, Anon, relax, what’s wrong?”
>Rarity’s magic pulls your blouse off, you only have your shirt now and you intend to keep it on
“Now now dear, this will only take a moment” she says
“I’ll get started”
>you huddle, breathing harder, blushing furiously as Twilight approaches with lipstick
“Calm down Anon, we’re just going to give you a makeover, you’ll be a really pretty little slut!” she says, trying out her new vocabulary
>you bite your lip as the word rings inside your head
>your underwear suddenly feels much, much tighter than it was a second ago
>you were being forced to the ground by two cute little p0nies
>they were so commanding…
>you desperately try to hide the growing erection that’s lifting the front of your skirt
“Tehee, it has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?  You’re just an adorable slut, aren’t you” comments Rarity, smiling innocently
>this was so humiliating!
>being forced down like this, being exposed
>being degraded, called a slut like this
>your hardon is now raging, twitching and made of steel as you struggle to push it down and hide it
>you were beet red and panting as Rarity started to pull your shirt up and Twilight was leaning in with her lipstick like a little spear
>you can’t help but let out a little moan
“Hnnnnn….”
>you skitter back uselessly against the wall of the boutique, tugging your skirt down to hide the now extremely obvious and absolutely throbbing boner that was pitching a tent in the fabric while doing your best to stop your shirt from riding up
“Come on now slut, dear, just let me help you, I’m a professional”
>with every utterance of that little four letter word, your cock only rages harder and you feel an orgasm trying to force itself into the light of day
>you were now breathing hard and burning with a fierce crimson tinge from ear to ear
“Are you feeling okay?  Does your stomach hurt or something?” asks Twilight
“Oh my stars, what’s wrong with your abdomen?”
>you tilt your head back
>you do everything you can to hold it back but it’s too much
>your dick wanted to cum and there was little you could do about it
>Rarity’s magic be damned
>you hold onto your clothes for dear life as you shudder with a powerful orgasm
“Darling, what’s wrong?”
“Anon, are you okay?  What’s going on, tell us what’s wrong?”
>they both sound alarmed
“HNNNNGGG!”
>you rock with each spurt
>a warm, sticky, soaked feeling spreads in splotches over your crotch
“Anon, say something!”
>you stand up as soon as you have control over your legs
“I…  I…  I have to go”
>Rarity and Twilight both sit there in shock for a second
“I’m not feeling very well I’ll be back I’m sorry” you babble all in one breath
>you leave the boutique and two confused p0nies behind you
>trying to conceal your half-stiffy in your skirt, you feel semen run down the inside of your thigh
>you do your best to ignore the curious glances of p0nies on your way home
>such an embarrassing situation…
>focusing on getting home is the key
>if you worry too much about the other pones you will surely fall prey to this embarrassment and your dick will grow uncontrollable once more
>thankfully the house you’re staying at is empty when you get there
>with many, heavy sighs of relief you slam the door of your temporary room and lean against it
>sinking to the floor, you feel once more the cold, wet and slimy dribbles of ejaculate over your crotch and thighs
>you clean yourself up and realize that you have no clean underwear
>this is your only clothing, to be exact
>you’ve been keeping it clean
>you had washed it in the evening and dried it during the night
>it was so much trouble, but what could you do?
>you had no money for anything else at the moment
>now you had completely cum-stained panties
>luckily the skirt wasn’t ruined
>just a little crusty on the inside
>otherwise it was okay
>it would have to do
>you really hope this had not screwed up your first day at your new job
>you hurry back to the boutique
>perhaps you’d be able to salvage this day yet
>opening the door, you’re met with the worried looks of Rarity and Twilight
“Are you okay?  What happened?”
>you mentally smack yourself for not having thought of an excuse
>with your most charming smile, you answer
“I’m so sorry…  It was just a human thing, nothing to worry about, I’m okay now.  Won’t happen again”
>you stifle the “hopefully” that should have ended your reply
“Are you sure, you don’t have to stay if you’re sick or something…”
“I’m fine, honest!”
>your sincerity is almost convincing, even to yourself
“Marvelous, darling.  Now about your new work outfit…” starts Rarity
>you decide to take the matter into your own hands before being cornered once more and makeover raped
>as enticing as that did sound…
>now was not the time
“I’ll do that right away, allow me!” you say, grabbing the EEENNNSSEEEMMMBLE from the white unicorn and heading for a changing room
>you feel like you just dodged a bullet right there
>the outfit was pretty sexy, mostly blue and purple
>the top was cut at an angle, it reminded you of a cheerleader outfit
>with a really, really short skirt
>you swallowed
>you let it ride as low as possible, and thankfully it was just long enough to cover you
>Rarity must really be a slut…
>you exit the changing room, fidgeting a little awkwardly
>damn, this skirt was really short
>you giggle nervously as they stare at you
“Dear you look simply fabulous!”
“Wonderful work, Rarity, she’s so adorable!”
>you feel yourself blushing a little under the comments
>Twilight leaves as Rarity starts explaining your duties
“Now you’ll have to fold the garments like so, and place them just like that”
>it looks like you weren’t going to be bored here
“Then you need to dust the mannequins every four hours and make sure the accessories are all sorted out, but don’t sort anything in the inspiration room”
>she was throwing more tasks at you than you could even count
>everything had to be perfect for this mare
>luckily, she did have customers and you started doing what you could to help them and let Rarity do her work
>the hardest thing for the seamstress was dealing with clientèle while trying to sew
>as the day went on you settled in to the new job, getting more comfortable
>soon, the end of the store’s business hours were quickly approaching
“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique where every garment is chic, unique and magnifique!  I’m Anon and I’ll be assisting you today” you chimed happily
>you smiled, eyes closed, bowing courteously
>you were unaware that there was a mirror directly behind you and that you had just given Summer Breeze a smashing view of everything
>absolutely everything
>she stands in shock and confusion
>the pony before you was blushing furiously and you didn’t really know why
“I was…  I was-I was-I was-I was…  I was just going” she said stiffly, stuttering loudly, completely wide-eyed
>you tilt your head to the side
“Oh…  Okay then, thank you for shopping at Rarity’s Carousel Bout-
>you didn’t even have the chance to finish, the pegasus was already out of the door
>that was weird
>maybe she’d forgotten something
>a male earth pony enters
>you greet him with the now practiced salutation
>you didn’t know his name, but his coat was light brown with a three horseshoe “cutie mark”
>or something
>you still didn’t really know how that all worked
“Howdy, is it too late for me ta pick somethin’ up?” he says
>his western accent was just adorable
“Of course not, what were you looking for?”
>you are starting to like dealing with customers
>p0nies are so nice and this is a lot better than moping about how much you miss home
“I whas just needin’ a new scarf fer this winter, that one up thar on that shelf” he says
>you smile and bounce happily over to the shelf
>that was pretty high up, but you thought you were tall enough
“I’ll get it right away” you answer gleefully
>stretching up, on the very tip of your toes, you manage to reach the scarf
>having completely forgotten that the length of your skirt coupled with the angle of this brown p0ny had given him a sight he would never forget
“Here you go!” you say, grinning as you hand him the scarf
>hunh
>why was he wearing that same, blushed and dumbstruck expression that the pegasus earlier had?
>his mouth was wide open  and his shocked, unblinking eyes stared at you
>had you said something?
>did the price surprise him?
“Sir?”
>his mouth moves and no words come out
“Did you need anything else?  Is everything okay?”
>his eyes start darting from side to side
“How-how…  Wh…” he stutters
“How much is it?” you finish for him
“YES!” he then exclaims
“Ummm.  Yes, I mean yes, that’s whut I meant ta ask.  How much is it?” he finishes, looking relieved trough his blush
>you wonder what that was all about
“It’s 25 bits”
>he just hands you a coin purse and takes the scarf
“Keep tha change”
>he backs up until he’s out of the doors
>he gave you 48 bits
>a tip?
>on your first day?
>how wonderful!
>Rarity comes in as the clock chimes and ends the work day
>after she thanks you for your good work and gives you your first paycheck here in P0nyville, you leave with a smile on your face and a cute new handbag
>gift from Rarity herself
>you put your old clothes in it
>you’re feeling like a million bucks
>you almost run into three fillies arguing
“Hey!  No fair, you can’t use your wings!” says a white little filly unicorn
“It’s not like she can fly anyways…” quips a miniature red maned earth p0ny
“Shut up!  Can too…” growls the tiny orange pegasus
>oh they were so damned cute
>however their fighting was brash and unnecessary
>you’d seen them playing around, they were friends!
>they couldn’t be fighting like this
>you put your bag down
“Hello girls, what’s the problem, what are you all arguing over?”
>you tried to use your fourth grade teacher’s voice
>gentle, womanly but authoritarian
>they all start babbling all at once
>you wait until they’re done
>they were just so adorable…
>you couldn’t help but smile at their antics
“Now slow down girls, one at a time.  How about we all introduce each other?”
>you learn that they were called Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle
>the former and the latter being little sisters of Applejack and Rarity
“Whell Scootaloo was tryin’ ta cheat when we was tryin’ ta play leapfrog!”
“Not true, my wings just flapped a little!
>you shush them before they can degrade back to a yelling match
“How about we all play and I can be a referee?”
>they form a little line and start leapfrogging
>you carefully watch over Scootaloo, making sure her wings weren’t moving
“Come on Anon, join in!  It’ll be fun!”
“Yeah, hey climb up so she can leapfrog over all of us” suggests Scootaloo
>they form a surprisingly steady little pony tower
>Applebloom at the bottom, Scootaloo in the middle and Sweetie up top
>you take a few steps back to get enough speed
>breaking out in a little jog, you prepare your jump
>you take the last step and crouch in a smooth movement, starting your jump
>Sweetie Belle turns her head at the last moment, lifting it high as she looks over her shoulder
>higher than you’d judged
“You coming ye-
SLAP
>the white filly just wanted to know if you were going to be leaping over them soon
>instead she found out what getting slapped in the face with dick and balls felt like
>you fail your landing
>you weren’t expecting getting hit right in the package
>you fall facefirst
>ass up
>over your groaning, you can hear screaming fillies
“EW EW EW IT’S LIKE THAT TIME I WALKED IN ON RARITY WRESTLING WITH BIG MAC”
“EW EW EW IT’S LIKE THAT TIME I WALKED IN ON BIG MAC WRESTLING WITH APPLEJACK”
"Hunh, it's like that time I tried to wrestle with Big Mac" said Scootaloo, looking very unimpressed
>oh no this was SO EMBARRASSING
>NO BONER NO
>you try to cover your crotch but this skirt was not long enough, not by a longshot
>gasping ponies around you only made your embarrassment worse
>throbbing erection completely defeating your skirt, you try to run home
>your sore gonads making you limp
>oh god what were you going to do
>you hide in your room
>what were you going to do?
>you’d just exposed yourself to children and dickslapped your bosses little sister
>hearing commotion outside, you cowered in the corner of your room
“Where's Anon!  We have to teach him a lesson!"
>that sounded like Applejack
>fuck, she sounded pissed
>you were doomed
"Anon must be in there"
>that sounded like your boss, Rarity
>probably ex-boss at this point...
>the door bursts open as Appjack bucks it to pieces
>you cower in the corner, arms raised over your head
>through your crossed limbs you spot something strange
>they...
>they both had...
>THEY BOTH HAD LARGE, FLOPPING ERECTIONS?
"IT'S PARTY TIME" yells Pinkie as she falls from the ceiling
>she was here all along?
>her dick was bigger than theirs
"NO P0NY NO" you yell
>you were then gangraped by the mane 6 p0nies in turn
>for hours
>you don't know why they all had dicks
>the worst part
>the very worst part about the endless violation of your tender, tight butthole...
>was that you liked it
>today was a trap kind of day