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- >As soon as she's out, you realize you have to act fast
- >You can't let that experience repeat itself
- >Lyra's wet, sopping pussy, squeezing around your shaft still haunts your dreams
- >You slam the door closed after the two make their way out
- >And set about piling what furniture you can
- >You set chairs on stools on desks
- >The whole construction teeters dangerously as you continue to build on it
- >But you just don't have time to nail it
- >You're sliding a desk over when you here that voice
- >"Anooon! We're baaaack!"
- >It triggers you, and you see flashes of your past assault
- >You close your eyes and shake your head
- "You can't come in!"
- >You hear the unclicking of the door
- >Wait, when did she get a key?
- >And the door swings outwards
- >You slap your hand on your face when you realized it
- >"Woah, someone's been busy!"
- >You don't really see much of her face through all the furniture
- "I won't le-"
- >The shockwave propels you backwards, and you see the barricade obliterated before you
- >Pieces of shattered furniture flow out in a spiral, and you hold your hands up
- >To shield you from both the bright light that emanates from Lyra's horn, and the whirling pieces of wood
- >You feel a piece smack against your forearm, and you let out a yelp
- >It stings, sending vibrations down your arm
- >You're sure it's going to bruise
- >"Are you ready, Anon?"
- >The light fades
- >As the clattering subsides, you lower your arms
- >Lyra stands at the doorway, smiling
- >Floating a drink with a bendy straw next to her
- >And in steps BonBon
- >No
- >Not this time
- >You scramble around, feeling on the ground for something, anything
- >And you find the broken leg of a chair
- >You stand up, holding the piece of wood in your hands
- >Feeling its weight, its balance
- >The voices of [spoiler]like, 2[/spoiler] anons ring in your head, telling you to fight back
- >You grip the wood in both hands, facing it towards BonBon
- >Who looks at you with a puzzled look on her face, one that you imagine saying "really?"
- >Lyra giggles
- >"Oh yeah, fighting back! You're gonna love her!"
- >She sits her ass down near the door
- >And raises a hoof
- >"Go!"
- >She lets it fall as BonBon rolls her eyes and springs forward
- >You widen your legs, keeping a low center of gravity
- >Your newfound reflexes slow her motion down just enough
- >And you swing out, a broad swideways swing, pushing your hand at the base of the club for more force
- >It connects with her side, sending shock waves down through your arm
- >You feel your entire body shake with the force
- >There's barely a single grunt from BonBon as she goes with the swing
- >Her body flings to the side, and she hits the floor rolling
- >The club swings back for the force, and you stagger backwards, shoulders feeling sore
- >The weapon feels heavier in your arms, and you hold it up towards the mare
- >She doesn't seem fazed at all
- >Well, shit
- >You yell and run towards her
- >You need to take the initiative
- >She rears back and holds her hoof up
- >Taking the club in her frog with a little grunt
- >And sends a punch with the other
- >You see it coming
- >And roll your body into her, sending your weight into the tiny mare
- >The slam sends the two of you backwards, tumbling
- >And ends with you on top of her, and the weapon sprawling away
- >Her eyes are wide in surprise
- >You sit back up
- >And rear back a punch
- >"Oh shit, you go Anon!"
- >her hooves fling upwards in defense
- >You send your fist crashing down against her
- >Her hooves are actually really strong though
- >And they really hurt when she blocks you
- >You had sent your entire body travling into that punch
- >And she takes that momentum, bucking her legs up
- >And sends you flying over on top of her, landing on the ground with your chest
- >It knocks the wind out of you, and you hear her roll back up
- >You hear her panting a little
- >Of course, nothing compared to how heavily you're breathing
- >But you just have to wear her down
- >You struggle to get up, the fatigue setting in
- >And stars suddenly flood your vision as she slams down on your back
- >Her hoof digs into your shoulder blades and you yell out in pain
- >And try to roll back
- >Your weight has the advantage over the little pony
- >And you send her onto the ground beside you as you flip over
- >She rolls away and gets up
- >You shakily get on your feet
- >Scanning the floor for another weapon
- >And spy a chair
- >You keep your eyes trained on BonBon, who barely looks tired
- >Walking slowly to the side, hands reaching out
- >She strifes opposite your motion, ready to pounce
- >Her eyes notice where you're nearing
- >And she leaps
- >You grab the chair as quickly as you can and turn it towards her
- >You feel your feet slide back as her body slams into the seat of the chair
- >None of the legs stabbed her, and it looks like it barely phased her
- >She grips one of the chair legs in her hooves
- >And breaks it off
- >Fucking shit
- >You give a loud battlecry
- >It probably just sounded like a weeabo shouting
- >And charge forward, pushing your entire weight into the makeshift shield
- >She's surprised by your onslaught, and...
- >Well, the force pushes her over, so that's good
- >Except she's now on the floor while your momentum carries you forward
- >On top of her
- >She holds a hoof out and you trip
- >At least you didn't charge forward that much, because when you land on the ground it doesn't hurt too much
- >BonBon gets back up and you turn around, holding your chair up towards her
- >She's taking in more breaths now
- >You're making a dent in her stamina
- >Her hoof bats at the chair in your hands
- >And it sends the thing flying, smashing into the wall
- >Wait, was she going easy on you?
- >You scramble backwards as she approaches, eyes looking around, panicking
- >You pick up another wooden leg
- >And throw it at the slowly approaching BonBon
- >She bats it with her hoof, smashing it to pieces
- >You feel the wall behind you
- >And you naturally start to sit up as you scoot further back
- "W-wait, don't!"
- >"Looks like you're screwed, Anon!"
- >Lyra slurps loudly, having emptied her drink
- >She steps over your legs
- >And sends a hoof ramming towards you
- >You close your eyes
- >And feel shudders on the wall behind you
- >You peek open, and see that she had punched right beside your head
- >And made a fucking hole in the wall
- >She leans her head in, eyes leveling
- >"Take off your pants."
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