Supershort Oneshit: Letterhead

>It's just one of those days.
>You often write letters to your friends when you're bored, but today it's a little difficult.
>Partially because Twilight won't stop sniffing the words as you write them, pressing her face against the barely dry ink.
"...Twi?"
>She breathes in deep and then exhales in orgasmic satisfaction.
"This is amazing paper."
"OK, sure."
"Mmmmmh, all written without magic too, oh yes, sweet literacy."
>You cringe back, not liking her sexual tone.
>Maybe you'll write another day.
>You start to pack up your pen and envelopes but Twilight's hoof swiftly comes up to hold your hand down.
>You look down and see her staring intensely up at you.
>A lustful passion burns in her eyes.
>She licks her lips.
"...uh"
"Anon," she says, beckoning to you.
>You lean down.
>She motions you closer, so that her lips almost touch your ear.
"Anon..." she hisses, her voice dripping with desire. "...papers."
"What?"
"Please."
>Oh god...
"Papers please."
"Twilight, not again!"
>She begins masturbating furiously, shoving your good pen far into her anus. She moans like a whore.
"Ahn, Papers Please!"
"For fuck's sake you psycho!"
"Glory to Arstotzka, mn, god yes!"
>She rubs your stationary pad on her tits and crotch, and you watch in horror as her orgasm juices drench all the letters you were writing to your friends.
>You suddenly have the urge to never write letters to anyone again.
>This is what you get for rooming with someone into ink kink.

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