Godhand

>Day What Did The Five Fingers Say To The Face in Equestria.
>Skipping down the street as you are wont to do in the middle of the day, you laugh merrily, and play with the greatest toy ever invented by mankind.
>Mothers pull their foals inside at the sight of you and quickly barricade their doors.
>Pones be jelly of your child-like wonder and innocence.
>Stretching the toy to it's full length, you let go with a snap and watch it rebound back and forth.
>Jesus fucking Christ this is the best quarter preceded by your entire life savings that you've ever spent.
>You're referring of course, to the sticky hand you got from the arcade in Cici's Pizza back home.
>It only took 38 tries at the crane game to get.
>But the possibilities are limitless with the sticky hand.
>Want to high five someone?
>It can do that.
>Grab pieces of paper, and other small things that have a flat surface?
>Sticky hand that shit.
>Slap your junk around?
>Damn straight.
>It does everything that a normal hand can do, but from a distance.
"Everything except feel..."
>Stopping abruptly in emotional turmoil, your head droops towards the ground with a look of sadness coming to your features.
>"U-uhm... Anon? Are you alright? If you don't mind me asking?"

>From the corner of your eye; you make out that yellow ball of sexual angst they call Fluttershy floating next to you with a worried expression.
>Wiping your eyes, you banish the thought of the unloving household the sticky hand must have come from.
>Don't let them see you cry, Anon; or it'll be the belt again.
"Yeah... Yeah, I'm alright. Just made myself sad for a second."
>She nods sympathetically at your plight while landing beside you, as though she knew exactly where you were coming from.
>"Oh... Well, if you'd like, we can visit the s-spa? Would that make you feel better?"
>She tilts her head cutely while asking you, her inquisitive gaze making you wish it were possible.
>Even though you know she would spend the entire time ogling your Adonis like figure.
>You wouldn't mind despite the girlishness of it, but you aren't allowed into the spa anymore.
>Something about the large bath there not being an appropriate place to test the compatibility of your seed with the pones.
>The ticket you got from the guard was for a public masturbation charge, but he's just ignorant to the ways of human science.
>Racist.
"Maybe another time, Flutterstutter. Thanks anyway."
>Patting her head, you smile down in gratefulness at the kind; even if slightly demented mare.
>"Okay, if you're sure. M-maybe I can come with you then?"
>Still returning her gentle smile as she stares up at you; you reply in a sincere, heartfelt tone.
"No; fuck off."
>She flinches back; but then slams a hoof down with a stern; determined look.
>"W-well I'm going with you a-anyway, mister. You need cheering up."

>You weren't really paying attention to her outburst; as Roseluck had just trotted by, and damn.
>Her supple; squeezable flank gyrates slowly as she walks, with an almost inaudible sound of velvet being rubbed together.
>Biting your lip, you know what you must do.
>Stretching your sticky hand back, you take aim and release.
>The hand whips through the air, and slaps against that sweet pone butt with a resounding smack.
>Roseluck immediately freezes, and you can see a shiver travel down her spine.
>Slowly turning her head to face you; tears well up in her devastated forest green eyes, and her lip begins to tremble.
>"Wh-wh-wh-wha-"
"B-b-b-back dat ass up."
>The floodgates are released, and she gallops away from you with tears streaming in the wind behind her.
>...Yep.
>That'll be another sexual harassment charge.
>You really can't afford to keep doing this, but you swear they're asking for it.
>If they didn't want it, they wouldn't be naked all the time.
>"A-Anon..."
>Glancing back to the yellow mare at your feet; she returns your look with a pout of intense jealousy.
>She turns around and rests her weight on her bent forelegs; rear swaying invitingly, and tail flicking about to barely cover her shame.

>Looking back over a wither at you with a fierce blush and folded ears; she mumbles out to you in quiet embarrassment.
>"Y-you can smack my flank... I w-won't run..."
>...
"...Heh. Gross."
>Continuing on through the town while swinging your sticky hand above you in wide circles; you remain oblivious to the yellow mare trailing at your feet and trying to get your attention.
>You don't make it 20 steps before your toy is ripped from your grasp by an airborne pegasus.
>"AGH WHAT IS THIS!?"
>Rainbro plummets from the air and forms a good 8 foot trench in the dirt with her impact.
>"O-oh, my..."
>Her limbs are splayed out randomly, and they twitch every few seconds.
"Holy shit, Dash!"
>Running up to her downed form with a concerned Fluttershy at your side, you untangle the sticky hand from her oddly bent wings.
"Be more careful next time, damn!"
>Ignoring her pained moans as she's looked over by her kind friend, you inspect the damage on your toy while shaking your head.
>Fucking pones, trying to wreck your fun with their shenanigans.
>"RD, are ya alraght!?"
>The concerned yelling draws your attention to AJ as she gallops to her prismatic friend from her familys' fruit stand.
>Standing next to the prone pone to examine her alongside Fluttershy, she shoots you an accusatory glare.

>Seriously? Like this is your fault.
>"Whut in tarnation did ya do this tahm, Anon!?"
>Narrowing your eyes at her, you defend your freedom to do irrational, dangerous things in the presence of others.
>Because you're from Murica, damnit.
>Public endangerment is a way of life.
"I didn't do nuffin! She just wasn't looking where she was going, as usual."
>"Dangit Anon, this is tha third tahm this week ya done got a good pone hurt with yer nonsense! Yah'd better be more mindful an' considerate a' pones around ya,'for ah have tah make ya!"
>Crouching down, you lock eyes with the irate country mare and begin to swing your hand above your head again recklessly, as Fluttershy nervously looks on.
"Then make me."
>Coming nose to snout, you glare angrily into each others eyes as your sticky hand whooshes above.
>Electricity arcs between you, and sparks practically shower down from the intensity of your gazes.
>Shit's about to go down, and it's been a long time coming.
>"Oooh; p-please don't fight..."
>And then the stretching line connected to your sticky hand snaps from the abuse it's taken at hooves of that Rainbow menace.
>All three of your heads turn as the hand slings off through the nearby window of a house, eliciting a scream from inside.
"...Whoops."
>Turning your eyes back to the orange mare, your nose meets her muzzle once more as her glare deepens.
>The scowl on her face almost has the corners of her mouth dragging along the ground.
>Activate evasive maneuver.
"Kissu."
>"..."

>10 minutes later; once you've finally found your nuts that were relocated to your shoulder area from the force of an enraged buck; you walk towards the now quiet house to retrieve your sticky hand.
>Dashie lies behind you unconscious; completely forgotten in the heat of your magical lip work.
>Your yellow stalker follows, but she hasn't spoken a word to you since you lightly pecked AJ; clearly coming down with a serious case of butthurt.
>She stomps along at your back muttering pone versions of curses, and irate questions of "B-bucking Anon; why don't I get a kiss".
>Lol; she mad.
>Stopping out front with what remains of your sticky string in your hand waiting to be knotted back on, a terrible realization washes over you.
...This is where Lyra and BonBon live.
>Rushing forward, you kick open the door and shout into the house with a fanatic zeal.
"FUCK YOU LYRA, IT'S MINE!"
>You hear a squeal, and the soft scrambling of panicked hooves from somewhere inside while you stomp through the door.
>Entering the main hallway of the house, you stop as you pass the kitchen and see BonBon sitting at the table, her face hidden by a newspaper.
>Without even having to open your mouth, she points up the stairs towards the bedrooms.
>Giving her a nod of thanks, you make begin to make your way up.
>"...Anon."
>Freezing in your tracks, you slowly turn and walk back towards the kitchen entrance; Fluttershy continuing on up without you.
"Y-yeah?"
>You wince as she lowers the newspaper to reveal eyes burning with rage above a small red hand imprint.
>Fuck.

>"You're going to fix that window."
>Opening your mouth to reply, she cuts you off with a low growl causing you to flinch back and silence yourself.
>"And bellyrubs. Lots of them."
"O-okay..."
>She slowly raises the newspaper back to her face, cutting off your line of sight.
>Trembling; you back away while bowing your head repeatedly and continue up the stairs.
>That pone can be terrifying.
>The last time you pissed her off, she pelted you with candy for a week and left you a bruised, sobbing wreck.
>She used gummy bears.
>Reaching the second floor, you break into a run and start kicking down each door you come across.
"LYRA!!!"
>Bathroom.
"LYRA!!!"
>Linen closet.
>The last door in the hallway is already open; so you close it and kick it open again.
"LYRA!!!"
>"AAAGHAH!"
>Got it.
>The mint mare in question is huddled fearfully across the room, peaking out at you from behind her bed.
>You aren't going to fall for those folded back ears and teary eyes, your sticky hand is more important.
"Hand it over. Get it? Hand?"
>You're so fucking clever.
>"B-but, I-"
>Advancing on her slowly; you crack your knuckles threateningly at her.
>She blushes.
>Wut?

>"I don't have it anymore Anon..."
>She points towards the open window with a hoof; the fabric of her curtains gently flapping in the summer breeze.
>"Fluttershy barged in here just before you and took it..."
>Fluttershy...
>The light in the room seems to dim at the anger suddenly coursing through you.
>Or maybe you're having an aneurysm.
>"It was great: the perfect representation of human anatomy in elastic, fun to play with form..."
>Your rage dies down as you see the forlorn look of longing on her face.
>Nodding along softly to her deduction, you can't help but understand her pain at losing such a god tier toy.
>It really is that great.
"I know, Lyra. Believe me, I know. That's exactly why I must see it returned..."
>That little yellow fuck has gone too far this time.
>Backing up to the edge of the room; you get a running start before leaping through the window.
>Or trying to but failing miserably and nearly concussing yourself; as pone windows are much smaller than your lanky human frame.
"Tchaah... Fuckin pone arcitechture...!"
>Nursing the growing lump on your forehead; you proceed back down the stairs towards the front door; hunching over and glancing away as you pass the kitchen doorway once more.
>"Don't make me come look for you..."
>Your shaking escalates as you stop in the doorframe with your eyes planted on the floor.
>"I-I won't..."
>And then you're off; sprinting through the streets of Poneville while whipping your head around looking for any sign of that yellow succubus.

>4 seconds later; you're faceplanted on the ground with your spine bent in towards itself, and your feet hanging above your head from your forward momentum.
>When that momentum finally dies and your spine straightens back out; you rise and glance back in anger at that Rainbow dimwit taking a nap in a long trench that suddenly appeared in the road somehow.
"Rainbow, this is no time for your shit!"
>She doesn't respond.
>Lazy bitch.
>Continuing to sprint down the path in a panic; you lock gazes with Raras' little sister ahead of you.
>Baring down on her with a crazed look in your eyes; her own widen with a startled squeak and turn in fear to gallop away.
>None of that.
>You pull her into your grasp as soon as you catch up, and begin to violently shake her while screaming loudly an inch from her muzzle.
"WHERETHEFUCKDIDFLUTTERSHYGOTELLMENOWAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"
>As soon as you begin to yell, she starts screaming back at you in a high pitched voice that you'd find adorable if this weren't a matter of life and life without your fucking sticky hand.
"USELESS!!!"
>Dropping her into a wailing pile of ivory filly; you continue to sprint through the town; your destination being that homewreckers cottage.
>She's a total shut in most of the time; where else would she be?
>Running to the edge of town and leaving a trail of horrified pones in your wake; you eventually come up to her animal infested house.
>Berry the bear waves at you in greeting, so you stop to politely wave back.
>Berry's a total bro.

>You pant in exertion as you finally reach her porch and kick in her double door; then slam it closed; then kick it in again because you're that fucking pissed.
"YOU."
>There she sits; casually crossing her forelegs across her tuft of chest fur and glaring upwards and away from you with puffed cheeks.
>Storming your way over; you gaze down at her in your rage.
"Give it back."
>She whips her head around to face the other direction; her mane almost slapping you in the face.
>"No."
>...Did she just...?
>Can she do that?
"What did you just say?"
>Her cheeks extend even further as she refuses to look at you; muzzle scrunching in vexation.
"No."
>This is new; you almost don't know how to react, so you do what you do best.
"I will literally kill you and eat the body; don't test me woman."
>Even in the face of your threats; she doesn't back down.
>Her head finally turns in your direction as she locks her angry glare with your own.
>"Then you won't know where I hid it. I'm tired of you always ignoring me; Anon. You flirt with every mare in Poneville but me..."
>Her incensed look melts into one of sadness as her words continue.
>"T-there's nothing wrong with me; I'm n-not dirty, or ugly... A-am I...? If you want your precious goopy hand back, then... Then you'd better show me some appreciation, mister."
>Putting her pissy face back on; she once more looks away from you and towards the ceiling.

>With all of your mental strength, you resist the urge to slap her shit like Rick James for calling it a "goopy hand".
>Your eyes dart around the room as you consider your options.
>You would rather put your dick in a cheese grater than give this pone the slightest show of non ironic affection.
>But life without the sticky hand is not one worth living.
>Sinking to your knees and biting your lip as a single tear rolls from your eye; you take up one of her back hooves into your hands.
>Leaning over with a choked sob; you gently kiss the inside of the hoof and work your way around the edge.
>Gazing back up to that sadistic bitch of a pone; you see her suddenly bashful face glowing a bright red as her eyes look anywhere but at your own.
>"O-oh my... You can... U-uhm; you c-can keep going... If you w-want..."
>You don't have a choice in the matter.
>Long into the night you pleasure Fluttershy for that sweet reward.
>And despite the lifetime of hours spent sobbing in your shower in a fetal position afterwords; scrubbing away until you bled at the filth that you will feel on your skin forevermore; you know it was worth it...
>Also Bonbon beat your ass for not coming back.
>Then Rarity for scaring her sister.
>Fucking sticky hand.