Anon fucks a mannequin [Abandoned: Free idea]

>A looming twilight, ever fluorescent, bathed in the radiance of the setting sun accompanied by the soft, pale glow of the moon and peeking glitter shimmers across the sky on another autumn evening in Ponyville.
>A cool breeze travels through the town, nuzzling all that traverse the streets with its delicate touch.
>To those with fur, it is nothing more than a light caress to their person, easily ignored with the countering warmth provided by their natural coat.
>To you, it is a complete molestation to your sensitive and exposed skin, a sign of the coming winter.
>You are Anonymous, creator and designer for Equestrian Machine Production Engineering and Education.
>Or for short, E.M.P.E.E.
>A monarchy sponsored umbrella corporation overseeing the general production and education as relating to the modernization of equestrian technology.
>That  may be your occupational title, but technically you don’t really “design” or “create” anything.
>You just relay information about modern technology from your home world, and they credit you for being a source.
>Credit, doesn’t really do it justice, as you receive a heavy pension for your compliance.
>You always invested yourself with the technological advances during your lifetime on “Earth”.
>Well, actually, you had a shit ton of spare time with your part time job to browse the internet to learn random shit for no reason, and you have pretty good recall.
>It’s just lucky that the last few weeks of your time, before the warp, you were going through the latest advances of Microsoft and Apple tech, inside and out of the iPhone and Samsung Galaxy, that thing about cars that can drive themselves now, and other shit that makes the modern world so amazing.
>Suffice to say, being an avid internet user, to not be too harsh on yourself, actually paid off.
>And boy did it pay.
>Despite this, you still only have a modest home on a hill in the outskirts of the smalltown known as Ponyville.
>A simple make of oak wood, clay, concrete and stone.
>You know, the usual things.
>The outside is just like a modern house from an American suburbia with some design changes to match the wood and straw village-like appearance of Ponyville General.
>A nice little cobblestone patio in the back looking over the White-tail woods.
>Great view for sunsets too, since you’re house faces west.
>You’ve been thinking about getting a pool, and having the local party mare host, well, a party to break it in.
>Drinks will be drank, pools will be swam, fun will be had.
>You might even get laid.
>Yes, that's right, you are more than ready to snatch up some ponut, and ain't no shame to it.
>Just the other day you got a good view of that pink clown's gray sister.
>Her tone and demeanor may be dulling to the senses, but there's one sense that couldn't stay dull.
>That girl got an ass on her that make a grown man cry.
>And getting to compare her and that plush pink posterior of Pinkie's one day at Sugarcube Corner, both leaning over the counter while Pinkie showed her what she does for a living.
>Maximum over-unf.
>Needless to say, you got [spoiler]rock hard.[/spoiler]
>You stayed in your seat until the store was empty, luckily it was evening, so it was near closing.
>Would be pretty suspicious for you to be there all day.
>They still can't hold a candle to the bubbles on the mail mare, and you're not talking about her cutie mark.
>But you’ll get into more of this later, you have somewhere to be.
>Today, you are going to look into getting some winter clothing.
>You’re used to living a little closer to the equator where you’re from, so even this early into the fall, you still feel a bit chilly.
>You’re heading down the dusty streets in the direction of the home and store of the local seamstress.
>Small bulbs of light sitting atop iron or wooden posts decorating the streets, each one housing a flame of arcane nature, glowing with a yellow tint similar to those of electrical fixtures, effectively lighting the path in the the creeping darkness of the falling night.
>As far as lighting goes, some things don't really need to be replaced here, if it can be replaced with magic.
>You've also noticed the number of in-home businesses around here.
>Or is that the term for a house in a shop.
>Maybe that's what you call a shop in a house?
>¿Porque no las dos?
>What do you even call Sugarcube Corner, its an obvious shop/bakery, but with a second floor to housing.
>Even the resident royalty used to live in a library, that was also a tree. A fucking tree.
>A FUCKING TR-
>What were you doing again?
>Oh right, clothes horse.
>You come up to the concrete stationary merry-go-round that is the Carousel Boutique.
>Fitting name, given its design.
>A lot if names around here are close to being most literal in relation to that which it belongs.
>Even to the ones that live here.
>Like seriously.
>All the members of the "apple family" have some form of apple in their names, have an apple related brand, usually having a job related or completely revolving around what is or has anything to do with the fruit.
>Seriously, its a bit ridiculous, but at the same time endearing.
>Stopping with your hand on the knob, you take a look at the blue-orange sky.
>The moon here is always full for some reason, but you suppose that since it isn't actually controlled by the physics of your universe, but by a powerful being, you suppose the only dark side to see, would be the one you can't.
>That probably doesn't make any sense, but it's all you've got for now.
>The moon seems a bit brighter tonight, yet darker at the same time.
>Like, brighter than usual toward its center, but fading into darkness the closer you get to the edges and spread out of its glow.
>At least, more than usual.
>A strange tint effect to it.
>It's probably just Luna doing a thing in preparation for nightmare night, which is, as far as you know, in a few days.
>You shrug it off and push open the door to the entrance, activating the automatic enhanced super security system apparatus specifically created for notifying anyone or anything occupying the workspace of a new presence upon their arrival, should they be foolish or wise enough to use this path specifically.
*dingle dingle*
>If you had intended to enter with stealth, it would have been an effort in futility as the resounding jingle of the mechanism is irrefutably alerting, the echo reverberated through the hollow that is the viewing station of the first floor, bouncing off the walls with unique succession until finally passing through the threshold to the back room.
>The owner of this establishment, and occupant of this residence, screeches in a high pitch her bone rattling greeting, it sends a shiver down your spine to hear the words, they pound on your eardrums with a terrible force.
>In a singsong rhythm, the banshee wails, "Just a Minute!"
>She hums to herself an ominous tune, the sound of her voice carried easily even through the slowly thickening air.
>Why is it suddenly so hot in here?
>You're heart races as you hear her musings growing louder and closer, noting the rhythmic clip clop of her hooves to the floor in her approach, providing a fitting beat, matched by your thumping heart, blending almost as if choreographed for the tune.
>Your breath catches in your throat when you see her shadow cast upon you as she makes her way to the back room doorway, the light of the room shining too bright for you to properly make out the approaching silhouette.
>Your limb lock restricting any moving for you in this moment.
>Struggling now would only be rewarded with painful resistance.
>Then, she utters those words that make your heart skip a beat, "Oh, hello there, Anonymous darling. What brings you to my home and workplace so close to closing?"
"Y-you too..."
>"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that, dear."
>You attempt to withhold your spighot before you spaghet it everywhere.
>You run through your head the many slick phrases you have in your archivo de swagger.
>You settle on the least cheesiest thing you can find last minute, "For what, ma'am, need I a reason to visit such grace? It always warms my heart to admire beauty on a night to complement."
>Poetry works on types like her, right?
>Yes, that'll totally sweep her.
>Spike will be so jealous when you sweep up his waifu with your silver tongue.
>Not one to keep a Lady waiting, you clear your throat and tip your imaginary fedora.
>You open your mouth and say...
>Shit, what were you going to say again?
"Uh..."
>The diamond white mare, in all her glamour, from the swirl and curls of her beautifully tamed lavender mane, to the squiggle of her equally wondrous tail, tilts her head to you, waiting for you to explain yourself.
"I... came to pick up my order?"
>You say as if unsure that it was the actual reason you were even here.
>Was it, though?
>She blinks those captivating sapphires of hers, taking a moment to understand what you just said.
>Then, as though embezzled with glitter, the seem to sparkle as she recalls something rather important in reference to this moment.
>"Ah yes, of course. Give me just a moment to retrieve your package from the back room. It may take a few minutes though, I was in the middle of resorting my fabrics and gems when you arrived. I do hope you don't mind." she says, batting her eyelashes in such a way.
"S-sure I don't mind waiting just a little while... No trouble at all."
>You stammer out.
>"Wonderful!" she says. "In the mean time, do find a way to entertain yourself. I don't exactly have anywhere for one of your... stature to seat yourself, and it wouldn't be proper to ask you to sit on the ground."
>You look around the room, scouting for anything that can occupy your time while you wait.
>You spy a small desk to the end of the room with a sewing machine and scrap fabric and dwindling thread, as well as  mannequin on a staff standing just outside of the trailing light of the rising moon.
>You briefly consider asking her if you could follow and observe her work, but you think that might be a creepy thing to do given the time.
"I think I can find something around here..."
>"Good, then I shall return in a moment. Please try not to make any noise, my sister is sleeping right now. She's been sent to bed early for being a bit off a misfit earlier today." Her tone harshens at the end of the sentence. "Mother and father are away, so I'm stuck having to pay the bill after her... adventure. Sometimes I just want to..." She trails off, heading into the back area of the store.
>You know of her little sister and her friends.
>Those three little demons will haunt your nightmares for long time to come.
>Not that you don't like them, no.
>In fact you adore and envy them in their adorable nature and youthful exuberance, but those kids have a back for getting into all sorts of chaotic situations, not unlike their guardians.
>Cutie Mark Crusaders: Human Biologists, they called their last expedition.
>You shudder at the memory, one experience that will undoubtedly stick with you to your grave.
>You have a feeling the local animal caretaker had a hoof in giving them the idea.
>When you asked why they didn't just go to Twilight for what they wanted to know, since if any one knows about your physiology, other than yourself, it would be her, they said, "We were told that it would be better to take a 'hooves-on' approach to learning."
>When you asked who told them that bunch of malarkey, they said it was from an 'Anonymous' source, giggling to themselves at the little pun.
>You admit, you had a little chuckle as well.
>Until they began... "experimenting."
>You really couldn't bring yourself to harm children, especially pony children, but some things are just...
"Uhg... "
>You shudder again.
>Fucking Fluttershy.

>You wait until she finally leaves the room and sigh.
>Another moment lost.
>Oh well, it wasn't even a good line anyway.
>Implying you'd have a chance at getting Rarity.
>Not that you were really into her anyway.
>You mean, she's a nice person and all, very generous, certainly caring, and she cherishes her friends.
>But you wouldn't exactly say she's your type.
>At least that's what you tell yourself, you lonely sap.
>You walk over to the area by the window and take a seat between the sewing machine and mannequin.
>Character traits aside, she's damn fine, even by human standards.
>Hair wonderfully groomed and styled, it captures attention easily, especially in the small town crowd.
>Eyes filled with beauty that sparkle in the moonlight, almost always lined with thick eyelashes (probably fake though) and usually tinted a light purple or blue, a
>And those hips she got, though not tightly toned like the apple bucking or flying athletes, or as plush as the mail or party mare, get you sprung.
>The way she always walks with such finesse, just like a lady, really accentuates the curves, and it your wibble wiggle when her ass jiggles.
>Her posture really pulls that slight thickness in such a way you just wanna grab or smack that- unf.
>Man, maybe you should ask her for some new pants too, were they always this tight?
>You shift in your seat to adjust yourself so you don't catch.
>You look around at the items before you.
>You know, this mannequin could look like her, especially with its pale whiteness, although its not exactly a fur coat giving it that color.
>Though, maybe with a wig you wouldn't really notice...
>Wait, are you really that strange and horny that you're actually considering...
>You look to the closed door to the back of the store.
>Mm... Maybe a little curiosity couldn't hurt.
>Oh, you're already standing behind it
>When did you even get there.
>You examine the its form, noticing the greatly accurate replica of equestrian pony anatomy it displays, from head to hoof perfectly crafted with no easily seen mistakes.
>Whoever Rarity orders her things from really knows their stuff, and you suppose she settles for no less than the best when it comes to her work.
>Even the face almost seems as if it once had a face, simply stripped of its features, though you feel as though it can still see you through eyes not present, the intensity of this feeling giving you a chill, forcing your return to the rear.
>You gotta say, whoever made this really did a good job.
>It might just be you doped up on self-imposed arousal by perverse daydreaming, but the ass on this thing looks pretty real despite the missing parts.
>So much so, it seems your little explores has already touched base, trying to find some sort of entry way to this now undiscovered plot if land.
>Alas, he twitches disappointedly, though unable to get through the fabric separating him, he knows there is none to be found.
>You find yourself rubbing your hand along the body of the thing with a sense of longing.
>Despite your urges, you haven't really attempted to bed any of the mares in this town.
>With this being basically a nudist society, you get one hell of a show from the passing mares, especially with a strong enough breeze.
>Hell, and you internally slap yourself for this one, with the adorableness level of these ponies, even the curvier and fair featured stallions give you a bone.
>The momentary reveal of their ponuts really gives out in unintended invitation to the barely contained.
>You aren't much for ass play on your person, but you have one hell of an anal fetish, and hot Dam you would love to get in there.
>Its been so long since you've felt that wonderful sensation of ecstasy and bliss.
>Not since before you came here have you engaged the the lustful acts of desire and relief, heavy hot breathing, panting and thumping.
>The feeling of dripping sweat and shared warmth of another body pressed, grinding, and riding against yours.
>The tight grip of a moist and smooth orifice around your thick hardened shaft, accompanied by the rhythmic pumping, bouncing, and grinding.
>That wonderful feeling when flesh meets flesh, each collision sending a shockwave of ecstasy, especially to reach of the end or the hilt.
>You come back halfway out of your daydreaming to see yourself grinding against the rear of the mannequin, hands clasped firmly against the hips and your tent caught snug between the gap they present, a little bit of leaking pre moistening the fabric at the tip.
>Oh. Oh shit. Oh man.
>Your brain is running a marathon right now.
>What would Rarity say if she saw you right now.
>What would she think if she notices the wet spot on the end of a tall hut in your pants.
>Oh god, did you get any on the mannequin?!
>You look at it and are a bit relieved that there's nothing there.
>If Rarity caught you doing... that, you'd be ruin for sure.
>Not just with her, you know that made can't keep her trap shut about dirty secrets.
>You'd never lose your pony virginity.
>You hear a door creak open, and almost sigh in relief.
>She may not have seen you, but you've still got to get Sgt Johnson to stand down.
>"Sorry it took so long, dear, I'm still not too used to your unique anatomy. It may be similar to minotaurs, but they usually have a much larger bui-" she stops mid speech as she crosses into view.
>What she sees is you, standing hunched, with one hand gripped on the ass of the mannequin, the other in your pants, and a healthy amount of red glowing across your features.
>She stands there, a mixture of shock and arousal plastered on her features, frozen in confusion, her lips quivering as she looks for the strength to say something, but comes up short.
"R-rarity, I-I can explain!"
>You shuffle around and pull your hand out of your pants, Mr. D pointing downwards against your inner left thigh, but still defiantly pulling outward against the fabric.
"I was just-"
>She cuts you off my raising a hoof, closing her eyes and composing herself.
>"No need to explain yourself, Anonymous," she states, irritation evident in her words. "I can see you've done well to... entertain yourself in my absence." She almost sounds disappointed, looking at you from the corner of a single eye, she continues. "Although, perhaps it would be much better for you do such vulgar things in private, hmm? A place of business."
>You slink a bit out of shame.
"Bu-"
>"Here is order, just as you requested. Fully functional, nothing too flashy, loose in... area where the need to be, and comfortably "snug" for propped insulation." She hovers a large shopping bag to you with her cutie mark imprinted in the center.
>You look inside and find three jacket and sweater types with two pair of thick pants neatly folded, each emblemed with a similar branding.
"Th-thanks..."
>"Think nothing of it, dear, it was a pleasure making it. Now off you go, I have to close up shop now. Wouldn't want anyone to come in thinking I'm still open, only to be disappointed now would we?" She says, hurriedly ushering you to the exit, opening the door for you.
>You stop just outside the doorway in the cold night air.
>The sun went down pretty fast, but you guess with it being physically controlled and all, eh.
"Rarity-"
>"Don't worry about the pay, Anonymous, you can give it to me when we meet at the picnic tomorrow."
>You grimace a little at her rushing tone.
>"Oh, and please, let's not bring up the incident a moment ago in conversation, ever. Okay?" She looks up at you with a smile.
>You open your mouth and close it.
"Yeah..."
>"Great! Goodnight, Anonymous, always a treasure serving you- pleasure! Pleasure is what I meant. Pleasure serving under- I mean! Doing business. Yes." she has a nervous smile on her face. She's clearly more freaked out than she's trying to lead on "Ta-ta!"
"Good-"
>Slam
"-night."
>You sigh.
>Well, at least she agreed not to bring it up.
>But what was all that about?
>A chilling breeze blows by and you shiver.
>Maybe now would be a good time to try one on.
>You sift through the bag for a good jacket as you head off in the direction home.

>Time.       [23:59]
>Date         [Oct • 09 • ¶016]
>Location [Carousel Boutique, Ponyville, Equestria]
>The air around the Carousel Boutique is chilled and misty.
>The moon in has dimmed rather, than shine brightly in the peak of the night sky.
>Its soft glow peering through an unveiled window in the main room of the building.
>The ray of luminescence stretching across the room.
>It reaches to the far corner of the room by the stand and sewing machine, before stopping as it completely washes over the mannequin, bathing it in its dulled light.
>And what seems to be a mirage of a shadow slithers its way across the room, barely noticeable as a blurred darker hue on the marble floor.
>It seems to merge with the shadow the mannequin casts.
>Then, the mannequin begins to shake on its staff, vibrating with curious tenacity.
>Further inside the building can be heard a soft moaning coming from up a stairwell, down a hallway, through a doorway hanging slightly ajar.
>The sound of shifting cloth and creaking bed springs can be heard within as the marshmallow mare writhes on the surface, physically and verbally expressing her ecstasy.
>"Oh, Anonymous, mmf~, you scoundrel. Nha~ Don't touch me there you- unh~." She speaks between moans. Her dominant hoof massaging her cliterus. Horn aglow, artificial shaft in her magical grasp, roughly thrusting in and out of her primed jewel. "You are such a fool, Rarity. Mmf~ How could you let such a handsome, oh~ young slip away like that, ghuh~"
>She turns herself  onto her chest, using both hooves on herself, pulling the dildo out of her snatch, and using the previously free hoof to prod at her sensitive free canal. "You were, ah~, in too much of a rush with your actions, scurrying him out like that."
>She re-angles the now exposed and rubber shaft, dripping and slick with her nectar "And the way he stood over your mannequin, nevermind the appalling vulgarity of the situation,nng~. And his long, hard bulge seemed to be trying nhh~ to reach out to you."
>She prods the flare to her winking ponut hole. "Oh, you should have answered the call, it's been so long since you've bedded. Such a wasted, unf~, opportuni-" *crash* "Teeah!"
>The sudden noise surprised her, and in her shock, she shoved the dildo deep deep her rectum.
>Her tongue stuck out at the unexpected jolt of pleasure and her heart races as she almost goes over the edge.
>But before she can be overcome with pure ecstasy, her expression turns to irritation as she begins to wonder what could possibly interrupt her... Lady time.
>With a frustrated grunt, she slowly removes the thick shaft from her tight orifice, short hushed gasps escaping her lips.
>Daintily, she slides off the bed to stand upright, looking back to the glowing shaft still hovering above her soaked sheets
>She sighs, "Perhaps I can finish this another time."
>Another grunt, she sets it on a cloth on her nightstand, standing it up at the "hilt", and making her way into the hall.
>"Whoever decided to home right now is in for a /rude/ recompense!" she whispers to herself.
>She slowly descends the steps to the first floor, magically gripping a small metal rodded flag Sweetie Belle had brought home a long time a go, a souvenir from the equestrian games.
>Her parents wouldn't let her keep such a possibly dangerous tool that she could hurt herself with in the house, but considering the sentimental value it holds, you opted to keep it here for her whenever she happened by.
>It would usually be mounted on a wall, but she was looking for something to... satisfy her needs.
>She decided against that, though, wouldn't want her little sister playing with something she already… used.
>"Rarity, why does my flag smell so funny? What's this sticky thing at the end of it? Why is the flag tied on so loose?" Rarity shudders, imagining the questions her innocent younger sibling would ask.
>She stealthily approaches the floor level, quickly scanning the room for any signs of movement.
>Looking around, at first she is confused as she discovers nothing alive shifting around, before noticing the mannequin staff fallen to the ground.
>Not, however, noticing the canvas itself has gone missing.
>She grumbled, looking around at the claw marked pieces of fabric under the stand.
>Thing it was just opal messing around in the middle of the night, she groans and shuffles her way back up the stairs. flag in tow.
>"I swear, that cat can be so difficult sometimes."
>As she reaches the tip step, she magics the flag to its wall mounted holder, before pausing briefly.
>She pulls it back to herself and looks it over, "Perhaps... I can be a bit more thorough in cleaning it if the risk seems to high..."
>She giggles to herself as she moves with a slightly quicker pace back to her room. "Oh Rarity, you naughty girl~"