AnonXRarity's Tampon

>>25893668 (OP)
>Well, that was an awkward conversation
>Rarity just made a cute little gagging motion before walking away
>But it's fine because when you bumped into her you swiped her keys
>The satisfying click sounds, and your heart pounds as you enter her house
>And close the door gently behind you
>Her sister's at school at this time, and she's probably out whoring herself
>You check your watch
>2:07 PM
>You've got time
>But just in case
>You walk cautiously, sweeping the rooms
>Making sure no one is at home
>That feeling of entering her home unwanted gives you fluttery feelings of anticipation and excitement
>What wonders await here?
>Your eyes move to various photographs on the walls, of her family and sister
>And you run your gloved hand over a frame, tracing her face
>Enough distractions
>You find your way to her bedroom, and feel you shivers through your body at the intimacy of it all
>The curtains are drawn closed, but there's enough light from the sun that you can see every detail
>There were her sheets, carefully made, pillows propped up perfectly
>Not a single stain in the room
>Her vanity desk is full of cosmetics and various miscellanea
>Walking across her soft fuzzy carpet, you make your way to the bathroom
>The door creaks and you cringe as you open it slowly
>Even if no one is home, it still feels wrong to make too much noise
>The light is bright enough to faintly give you outlines in her bathroom
>And you make out the trashcan
>Your goal
>Your heart thuds loudly, and you're almost afraid someone will hear it
>Step by step you make the way to the trashcan, and step down
>Sorting through it
>Until you find the exact thing you need
>It feels hard, caked and dry
>As you pull it out, sifting through used tissues and other trash
>And bring it up to your noise
>Giving it a big sniff
>Her scent floods your nostrils
>And you give a pleasured sigh
>It's not sweet
>It's salty, and there's a trace of the metallic scent of blood

>You reach out with your tongue, running the tip against the caked blood
>Salty, metallic, grimy, fetid, but so delicious
>Your tongue flicks against it once you reach an edge of the used tampon
>And you begin working your tongue down a different side of it
>Scraping the underside of your organ across the material
>You have to wet it
>How else could you have the experience?
>After reaching the edge again, you turn the tampon towards you, facing inwards
>And take it in your mouth, rolling your tongue around it
>Your saliva mingles with what fluids were on there
>And you make a sucking motion with your mouth, squeezing the remnants of Rarity out
>You keep the mix inside your mouth
>Swirling it around, adding more and more of your saliva to it
>Diluting it
>But the taste is still there
>You pull it out, feeling the material rub against your lips
>Your mouth is full of the mix, and you gargle it a little
>It tickles the back of your throat, floods your nose with its scent
>And with one final gulp, you take it down
>Swallowing her entire load
>You feel it going down your throat, running down to your stomach
>Rarity's inside you now
>The tampon is properly wet to stimulate how it must feel for girls
>And you start taking your pants down, unbuckling your belt
>It clatters to the tiles with a loud clack
>And you cringe again
>Hopefully it didn't leave too much of a scratch
>You don't think Rarity would like that too much
>Your boxers slide down next, gently this time
>But soon they're by your knees, on the floor
>And you take the tampon, rubbing it between your buttcheeks
>Feeling the wetness against your ass sends you moaning slightly
>And your body shivering once more
>You keep doing it, hotdogging the tampon
>Your ass cheeks clench and unclench around the tampon, pressing flesh against soft, wet tampon
>Your cock is rock hard, but that's not why you came
>You position the tampon inwards, and prepare yourself

>One of your hands wrap around your erect length
>If only to stop yourself from thinking about it too much
>You feel the tampon wiggle against your skin as you start pushing it in
>It makes its way past your cheeks, prodding at your anus
>Your hand is involuntarily stroking yourself
>But you don't find this at all arousing
>It's just to see how girls feel like
>Right?
>The tampon, still wet despite the earlier rubbing, starts pushing in
>Your sphincter resists and you add more force
>You shudder as you feel it give
>It's an uncomfortable feeling, you haven't gotten used to it
>But for some reason you feel your cock getting even harder
>Even if you're not really enjoying this sexually
>You feel the tip enter, and your insides squeeze against it
>It's wet, and your warm insides get a sudden chill as they hug the tampon
>It gets easier after the tip gets in
>Your sphincter relaxes
>And your stroking gets more fervent, though you don't remember telling your hand to do it
>Inch by inch it slides into you
>You lean on the countertop, bending your ass out
>Mouth open, tongue out, panting
>The material rubs against you, and as you breath you still smell her fluids in your breath
>Rarity's inside you in both ways now
>You bring it further in, and feel the tampon running out as your ass cheeks press against your fingers
>Squeezing it as the material continues to tickle your insides
>You feel yourself almost close to cumming, for some reason
>You stop holding the tampon, using your index to push it in from the back now
>And you push and push, while you stroke and stroke
>And soon the tampon is inside you, and you feel your sphincter press around your fingers
>You pull it out, and it closes
>Sealing Rarity inside you
>You can't take it anymore
>And let out a loud moan as you cum
>It spurts out underneath you, shooting at the side of her countertop
>Some of it splashes on your chest
>And you feel your body relax
>You stay there, panting, basking in the afterglow

>You rest there, feeling your eyes getting a little heavier
>And somehow you find the floor very comfortable
>The cold tiling reminding you of the once-cold tampon inside of you
>Darkness seeps in, sleep inviting you into her embrace
>The next thing you remember is a very bad wakeup alarm
>"ANON!"
>It was a loud high-pitched scream
>If it was Rarity, it probably wouldn't have been so bad
>You groggily open your eyes to the bright lights of the bathroom
>Moving a hand up to shield it
"W-what?"
>Sweetie Belle stands in the doorway
>Wait, what?
>Oh shit
>"What are you doing?!"
>She looks upset for some reason, her eyes are wide and her mouth is wide open
"What are you doing in Rarity's bathroom?"
>She lets out a scream as you get up
>When you pull your pants up, she's already out of sight
>You buckle up your belt, and turn off the bathroom lights
>What a wasteful little shit
>You hear a slam
>And follow it
>Might as well resolve this situation
>"-in my bathroom, please send someone!"
>Her voice sounds slightly hushed, but the walls are thin
>You knock on her door
"Sweetie?"
>"Get away from me!"
>Fuck, Rarity really raised a bitch
"Please come out, I want to talk."
>"No, you creep!"
"Rarity asked me to come here."
>"You're lying!"
"No really, she did. Look, you've seen me around her."
>"Yeah, and she tells me you're really creepy and she hates talking to you!"
>Oh ouch
>That actually hurt quite a bit
>Fuck
>What if Rarity did think you were creepy?
>You lean your forehead against the door
>Running the past memories of your interactions through your head
>Was it when you asked for her bras?
>Girls compare bras, don't they?
>Probably wasn't it
>What about-
>"Anon?"
>Your head perks up
>That sounded like a deep voice
>Probably the cops coming to get you
>You walk towards the front door
>There's not much else you have to live for if Rarity doesn't like you
>You hold your hands up as you go meet the cops

>They took away your piece of Rarity when they booked you
>And shoved you into some cell somewhere
>Everything's just been a blur since Sweetie told you Rarity didn't care about you
>But one day, one of the guards comes up to your cell
>And tells you you have a visitor
>So now here you sit, the thick glass separating you and your one love
>Rarity fidgets quite a bit
>Her eyes never really catching yours
>Maybe she's just nervous about the meeting
>After all, it's been a while
>You take the phone, and she takes in her cute hands
>You wonder how soft they must be, and have a little daydream about being the phone as she holds it
"H-hi, Rarity."
>"Listen, Anon."
>That was a bit rude
"What-"
>"Shut up and let me talk."
>Maybe she's had some stress in her life
>She doesn't sound as nice or calm as before
>"I want you to know we'll never work out, and I would never ever be with a creepy loser like you."
>You give a small smile
>Probably just a joke
>"Please stay away from my family. I never want to see you again."
>Your smile falters a bit
>She is taking this a bit too far
>She slams the phone down
>And says something inaudible to the guards
>You feel hands on your shoulders, pulling you back
"Wait, I don't think she's finished."
>"She's done, man."
"No, I think, maybe the time ran out."
>"Come on, it's over."
>You struggle a bit, but give up when you feel a punch land on your head
>And you're almost dragged back to the cell
>Where upon you sit down on the bed
>Looking at the sheets
>And looking at the bars in the window
>You hold up the sheets in your hands
>Folding it a bit
>Wrapping it into a semblance of a rope
>And pull it, making sure it's taut
>You get up, wrapping it around the bars on the window
>And tie a tight knot
>You bring your head into the circle
>Stepping on the bed post
>And face the bars outside your cell
>And jump
>As your vision fades, the last image you see is a laughing guard

>2015
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