Prostitute Anon, Ch 4: Twilight Clop

>It has been a few days since you and Rarity escaped from the dragon cave. She’s been going on and on about her necklace.
>She’s also been whining about losing her favorite saddlebags.
>She stopped whining about her bags when she saw the blisters all over your body from narrowly missed dragon fire.
>Your entire body aches, that’s for damn sure. Adrenaline kept you from feeling it then, but you were pretty badly hurt when you left that place. Carrying Rarity back most of the way didn’t help.
>So you were pretty much bedridden. Not like it mattered, since you still didn’t have a job. Well, at least not a job that didn’t involve a bed anyway.
>Rarity was currently sitting in your room, watching you try to eat soup while moving your body as little as possible.
>R: “You know, this money problem could probably just… go away. You just have to sort of… well, go full time! I saw the look on that little dragon’s face when I ran past. She was very satisfied.”
“Yeah, that makes me feel so much better. Maybe I should have offered to suck the dad’s dick or something. Hell, maybe he would have given me some treasure.”
>She actually looked pensive. “You know, I might be able to—”
“NO! Jesus, if he was anything like his daughter, I wouldn’t survive. She was like fire inside. Also I’m not gay!”
>R: “Right, yes… So, what do you feel about going full time?”
“Rarity, I don’t like it worth a damn. But we’re apparently shit thieves and I still can’t find a job. Can you think of anything else we could possibly do?”
>R: “I’m afraid not… I had enough gold in those beautiful saddlebags to last us years! Years, Anon!”
>You’ve tried getting her to sell the damn necklace. She slapped you.


“We could… we could try with a different dragon, maybe?”
>She shook her head. “According to Twilight, word has gotten around. The dragon caves near here have increased their security.”
>Thinking about dragons installing home security systems in their caves amuses you for some reason.
“So basically we’re fucked.”
>R: “No, no. Just you. I’m the big daddy, remember?”
“If I could move I would smack you. I’ve told you: This job is considered one of the most shameful jobs a human can have. It’s right there between mall cop and congressman in the eyes of the public!”
>Congressman being worse, of course. At least a prostitute only fucks you once, and they usually charge less.
>R: “So… you’ll do it?”
>You sigh. There really was no choice You just wish you knew where you went wrong in life.
“I guess we have no choice. Just don’t get me a line of clients at the start. I have to take this slow. And I really have to heal first.”
>She waved a hoof. “That’s easy! Twilight has a healing spell that could clear this right up! That’s how I got rid of the few that were on me.”
>Your eye twitches. Her habitual smile slowly disappears. “What?”
>A few minutes of chasing Rarity around the shop later—culminating in you catching her and tickling her so hard she almost peed herself—you were back in bed and trying not to cry in pain.
>R: “Now was that really necessary?”
“I’ve been up here for three days, in pain, and your friend had a spell that would get rid of this! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
>R: “You didn’t ask, of course!”
>She could probably hear your teeth grinding, because she hastily added, “I’m kidding, Anon! I had another reason.”


>You wait a moment for her to explain. She just looks at you expectantly.
“Well?”
>R: “I wanted to warm her up to the idea of helping you practice!”
>You were afraid to ask.
>But you also knew Rarity, so you knew asking was required.
“Practice /what/?”
>R: “Why, sex, of course!”
>Your sigh of raw anguish could blow stars out.
>Wait…
“Rarity, I turned Photo Finish into a puddle of sex.”
>R: “Well that’s just an exagger—”
“She couldn’t walk down the stairs. I had to carry her.”
>R: “Be that as it may—”
“You had to burn the mattress and replace the bed.”
>R: “You were overreacting about that and you know it!”
>No way in hell you were ever going to touch that bed again. It was soiled. Not even a human shaped woman made out of perfectly cooked steak would have gotten you anywhere near that bed.
“The point remains that I’m pretty good at sex. I don’t really need to practice.”
>She mumbled something.
“What was that, Rarity?”
>R: “I owed her a favor, okay?! The Element of Generosity can’t go around owing anyp0ny! So I kind of… well, offered her your services!”
“WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?!”
>She flinched back at your tone.
>R: “I’m just doing you a favor! You really do need to calm down, Anon. Maybe these wounds are getting to you… Let me just go get Twilight.”
>She managed to get out of the room before you could remind her that you never agreed to anything.
>Why do you hang out with her again?


>You are momentarily Rarity. And by Celestia, you are fabulous!
>And so very, very smooth. Now that you /finally/ got Anon to agree, you can help two friends at once!
>Anon gets some very valuable practice teaching a unicorn that knows everything about everything.
>Especially sex, if those trashy romance novels Spike told you about are similar to those you keep under your—Er, never mind about that.
>And Twilight finally gets laid!
>Deny it as much as she wants, that mare needs a stallion. Big time.
>And—you can’t help but giggle at this—even /you/ get to win! Anon will see how inexperienced a lover Twilight is and turn to you to relieve some of his stress!
>Not that you’re super experienced of course. You are a lady, after all. You may have done a few things you weren’t proud of, but that was all in the past!
>Well… not all. You still felt the desires, even if you didn’t act on them.
>Or at least, you didn’t act on /all/ the desires.
>Those toys do get old…
>Oh look, you’re at Twilight’s housebrary! You really do need to help her spruce that place up a bit. The outside looks nice, but the inside? Ugh.
>Too many books. And the color scheme is just… ooh, it drives you mad just thinking about it.
>And, as you enter and look at the creepy horse-head statue, her decorations are simply horrid.
>A shame, for such a nice mare.
>S: “HEY RARITY!”
>He quickly runs over to you from where he had been dusting.
>S: “Please please please tell me you need my help. Twilight’s making me clean!”
“Oh, but you always liked cleaning for me! Don’t tell me you’re trying to get out of your chores, Spikey-wikey.”
>S: “Er… Of course not! I just… needed a break, is all. You know, from working all day.”


>T: “SPIIIIKE!”
>You can hear her from upstairs, calling around.
>T: “You better not be napping on the job again! I don’t hear cleaning!”
>Spike gulped before looking down at the duster still in his claws. He looked up at you a moment later. “Say, are you… are you doing anything tomorrow?”
“Hm… Sorry Spike. I have some plans to make with Anonymous. He agreed to help me with something, and we need to work out the details. You should probably get back to working, though.”
>S: “I’m sure I could help you, though!” He muttered something that you didn’t quite hear. It sounded somewhat rude towards poor Anon.
“Perhaps you can, in a few years. For now, though, you need to help Twilight.”
>With one last look at you, he sighed and went back to work, grumbling slightly.
>Such a cute little dragon.
>You wonder if Anon would take you on a date if you managed to score him… If he would treat you anything like that dragon, you just /know/ he would be an excellent special somepo—er, somehuman.
>Lost in thoughts of being carried everywhere by his big, strong arms, you didn’t notice Twilight coming down the stairs.
>T: “Oh, hi Rarity. What brings you here?”
>You grin.
“He said yes!”
>Her eyes go wide and a small blush appears on her face.
>T: “Oh Celestia… what do I do? What do I bring?”
>She began teleporting all over the place, looking at book titles before dropping them on the floor. Finally she disappeared and you heard clattering upstairs. She teleported down a moment later, wearing saddlebags that were practically bulging.
>You knew better than to ask.
>T: “What do I say? How do I start? What if he gets uncomfortable?”
>She grabs you and begins shaking you.
>T: “WHAT IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG!?”


“Twilight?”
>She’s having a hard time breathing.
“TWILIGHT!”
>She calms down a bit, though her hair still looks a bit off. You do your best to fix it with magic.
“It’ll be just fine, darling. You just need to show up. I explained the rest to him. And you also need to heal him. He had the same cooking problems I had.”
>Not like you were about to tell /Twilight/ that you were trying to steal from dragons! Or anyp0ny else, for that matter. Your financial problems were your and Anon’s problem.
>Well, mostly his. Sure, you worry about it, but you know Celestia wouldn’t let you live on the street.
“Now, you don’t need to keep him waiting. I have the closed sign up at the boutique today, so you have the entire building to yourselves. Today is spa day with Fluttershy, so you have a few hours. Do what you need to do.”
>The grin practically split her face.
>T: “I’m going to get so much studying done! Can you /believe/ he tried to tell me he could last fifteen minutes or more?” She scoffed. “I can finally really finish my book on humans!”
“You’re not going to finish unless you get there, dear. You really should go. He was in some pain, I believe.”
>T: “Of course, Rarity. The pay for helping me complete the study is over on the table. It /would/ have gone to Anon if he hadn’t lied like that.”
>Ah yes, your spa money. Excellent.
“Thank you, Twilight. Now you run along.”
>With that, she left. Finally. As awkward as she was when she got here, she really learned how to talk somep0ny’s ear off.
>You walk over to the table and heft the large bag of bits. Your eyes widen as you realize how heavy it is. There had to be at least three hundred bits there!


>You had a very good idea for what to do with this money.
>It involved a spa date and dinner for your closest friend!
>Fluttershy will just love it!

>You are Anonymous.
>And your closest friend is starting to piss you off.
>You lie in bed, miserable.
>You are now officially a whore.
>With a clientele of horses.
>Your parents would be so proud.
>Although if you got back home, you would happily brag that you fucked a dragon. Girls would love it and the guys would be so jelly.
>You’d leave out that it was rape.
>You were contemplating strangling Rarity when there was a knock at your door.
“Come on in! I kinda can’t move.”
>Your door opens and in walks Twilight. You and she had dealings in the past, but you were never all that close. She swore up and down that you were lying about some of what you told her. You not caring what she thought didn’t make her any happier.
“Sup, Twilight?”
>T: “Oh, you know. I hear you need my help.”


“Something like that, yeah. Rarity had a stupid fucking idea involving dragons and I got torched. You want my advice, stay away from teenage girl dragons. They feel good, but they hurt so bad.”
>T: “That is disturbing on more levels than you can possibly imagine.”
>You probably shouldn’t have mentioned that to Twilight. Oh well.
“Yeah, I can imagine. I don’t suppose you could heal me, then?”
>She walked a bit further in and you notice that she has some bulging saddlebags.
“What’s with the bags?”
>T: “Oh, supplies. You know, for what Rarity talked about.”
“You know, she never did quite ask my permission for that.”
>T: “That’s nice.”
“I’m not getting out of this, am I?”
>T: “Nope. I’m going to study you, like it or not!”
>How fun.
“So what are all of the supplies for?”
>T: “Oh, a little deal I plan to make between you and me.”
“Deals don’t usually end well for me.”


>T: “That cooking deal sure looks like it went wrong.” Her horn lit up and her saddlebags gently set down. She pulled a notebook, a pen, and some ink out. “Can I study them before I heal them?”
“I have a feeling you’re going to do it whether or not I say yes.”
>T: “You don’t have to be so difficult, Anon.”
“I know. I just like fucking with you.”
>She grinned at that. You thought for a second and feel like smacking yourself.
>T: “I certainly hope so, because that’s next.”
>She walks over, the notebook floating with her. She makes a few notes about your injuries and pokes them a few times.
“That doesn’t feel good, you know.”
>T: “I never would have guessd. Sit still, it’s hard to poke you with you jerking back like that.”
“Maybe you should stop poking me!”
>T: “Oh yeah, that’s your job. My mistake.”
“Hey, I don’t like fucking ponies for money. I have no other choice. And if you don’t like it so much, you can heal me and leave.”
>T: “I have to do science! Since you lied about how long you last, I have to test you personally.”
“Oh, this /again/? Fine. Heal me and I’ll prove you wrong.”
>T: “Didn’t seem in a hurry to do it back then!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
>With that, she finally heals you. Feels good, bro.
“Now, what’s this deal you’re talking about?”
>You get out of bed, wearing nothing. The blankets were keeping you decent. Twilight looks at you, a slow blush creeping over her face.
“Like what you see?”
>She blinked, shaking herself. With that, she finally pulled her gaze away.
>T: “It’s… it’s quite… Can you put some pants on or something?”
“I’d just be taking them off in a second. Continue.”


>She finally just closed her eyes. “It’s simple. If you were lying about how long you last, you’re my toy. Anything I ever wanted to try but was too afraid to, I get to do to you! And if you were telling the truth,” here she scoffs, “well, that won’t happen.”
“Humor me.”
>T: “Fine. I get to be your toy. Good thing that won’t happen. I’d hate to know what kind of fetishes a different species produces.”
>You didn’t have very many. It would be fun.
“I can take that deal.”
>Her smug look cracked a little. “You… you’re sure? You don’t even need a second to think?”
“It’s not my fault that you didn’t do your research.”
>You popped your neck.
“Shall we?”
>Her confidence dropped a bit more as she hopped up on the bed.
>T: “Just… it’s been a little while for me. So… be gentle.”
>And here you were about to ravage dat plot. Eh, you can improvise.
“First thing’s first.”
>You pick Twilight up. She eeps in surprise and clings to you awkwardly. You start to walk out but stop long enough to grab her bags. You sling them over your shoulder and carry everything to Rarity’s room.
>You set the bags on the floor and gently put Twilight on the bed.
>T: “Why… why are we in here?”
“Because the last time I did anything in my room the smell took a week to get out and I had to burn the mattress. Rarity kept whining and said she wouldn’t be so dramatic about it.”
>T: “Why would you have to burn your mattress?”
“Because it was covered in sex juices. Now shut up and let’s get this over with.”
>She gulped and nodded before standing up and facing the wall, her ass facing you and her tail raised a bit.


>You just look, trying to stifle your giggles. When she looks back at you, confused, you can’t help it any more.
“Good lord, you’re a virgin!”
>With that, you finally crack up.
>T: “WHY DOES EVERYP0NY SAY THAT?! I’ve had sex!”
“What, you’re ‘magic with benefits’ with Spike? Ha!”
>T: “Magic with…” It took her a moment to connect it with that bullshit she keeps saying about friendship being magic. “Ew! He’s like a baby brother to me! It was a guy I met in college!”
“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that.”
>She hmphs and turns back. “Just get on with it!”
>You roll your eyes and walk up behind her. With an evil grin, you grab both of her back legs and pull them from under her. She flops to the bed and you roll her over.
>T: “What’re you OH CELESTIA!”
>You cut off her bitching with a lick of her snatch.
>T: “I’ve never had anyp0ny do /this/ before!”
>You don’t know why you were doing this, really. You could easily just fuck her and call it a day when you win her deal. But… might as well have some fun, eh?
>It takes a moment or two, but eventually you feel one of her hooves on the back of your head, trying to guide you. And that’s also when you felt her start winking.
>When you pulled away she let off an unhappy grunt. “Why did you stop?”
“As much as I like the main course, the main event takes precedence.”
>God, you really need to work on your pickup lines. Fucking cheesy as hell, man.


>Her blush deepens as you pull her forward by her haunches and slowly align yourself in front of her entrance. You time it with a wink and push in while she’s open. Her front legs shoot off to either side of the bed, trying to hold onto something.
>Silly p0ny, you don’t have hands!
>You push in slow and steady, trying not to go too fast for her. When you hilted, she looked down and gasped.
>T: “You really can hilt!”
“Well, yeah.”
>T: “I thought—”
>You lower a finger to her lips.
“Sh, no more thinking.”
>T: “But—Oh YES!”
>You moved your hand up to her horn and begin slowly rubbing it.
>While that hand gets to work, you slowly being to thrust. She was already squirming, and when you started pumping she began panting and moaning.
>She couldn’t take much of that, of course. Mares don’t seem to last very long at all.
>Her horn lit up bright and a large number of… somethings… flew out and hit you in the face.
>Dammit, you forgot about that… Thankfully they all bounce off without hurting you. When you look down you see that they’re bendy straws.
>Huh.
>You shrug and keep going. Maybe you can make her cum buckets.
>T: “H-h-how?”
“Shhhh. No tears now, only dreams.”
>That didn’t even make sense.
>Eh, Twilight isn’t complaining. You start to pick up speed with both your hand and your thrusting. You even lowered your other hand to toy with her clit and to keep her from winking easily.
>Unfortunately, while Twilight may not have been a virgin, she also wasn’t particularly good at sex.
>Thankfully, you were. Or at least, you were getting better.


>With a particularly loud screaming of Celestia, she came again and threw a deck of cards all over everything. Thankfully, you pointed her head away from you that time.
>Not wanting to actually ruin Rarity’s room any more than necessary—because it means you would have to whore yourself out more to repair the damage—you pulled your hand away from her horn and gripped a leg, putting her up a bit and giving you a better angle.
>You grinned as she started gibbering something, and just started pounding her. There were juices running down the bed now, and your lower body was dripping. The musk was back, too.
>But that was Rarity’s problem.
>Long story short, you ravaged Twilight. You heard an egg timer going off after fifteen minutes, and you think she tried to tell you to stop, but it was too garbled. But that time you had both of her legs gripped and was pulling her back into you as you thrusted into her.
>When you finally came, her eyes were crossed and she just had a happy little grin on her face. You gave one final thrust and let loose.
>When you finally pull out, you have to gently slap her face a few times to get her attention. You were tempted to use your dick to do it, but that would probably be poor form.
>Then again, you’re a whore.
>T: “Wha… where? Why did the good feelings go away?”
“Because you lost, Twilight.”
>She tried to sit up, but fell back. You grabbed her front hooves and pulled a bit. That got her to sit up, at least.
>Until you let go and she flops back down.
“What are you, a fish?”
>T: “I’ve never been happier to be wrong.” Her voice was breathy, dripping with lust.
>Well, as much as a bookish nerd’s voice can.


>You poke her in the belly, trying to see if she’s okay.
>T: “WHOOHOO!”
>You jump back in shock. She jumps up, covering her mouth with a hoof and blushing bright pink.
>You both look at each other, trying to figure out what just happened. You inch forward and reach out a hand. Right before you get to her tummy she slaps your hand away with a hoof and glares at you.
“Right. We pretend that didn’t happen. Now, about the deal?”
>Her horn lights up and she pulls you closer. You end up flying sidewise, your penis right in front of her face.
>T: “Hm… Are you sure you didn’t cheat, Anon? This doesn’t look anything like a stallion’s!”
“No shit, Sherlock! I’m a human.”
>T: “You didn’t even have flares!” She pokes you in the dick with a hoof. “I think it might be artificial.”
“Or you were wrong. Can you set me down?”
>You fall on the floor. Fucking bitch.
>T: “Fine!” She practically spits the word at you. “But I have to record the results first.”
>She looks down at herself and swishes her tail a bit. “Um. I don’t suppose I could get a sperm sample while we’re here?”
“You’ll get your chance.”
>She just sighs and floats her notebook over. “At least my horn’s clear,” she muttered darkly.
>You took a moment to go get some water for both of you. Lord only knows Photo and Lyra needed it. When you got back she was still writing. You handed her the water without a word and she floated it over without even looking at it or you. You calmly sip as she writes.
>You promptly get bored and go check out her saddlebags. She told you there was stuff in there that she always wanted to try.
>Let’s see… ball gags, strap-ons, bit and bridle, paddle, cock—or maybe horn—ring, stockings.


>You should be more surprised, but it’s always the awkward, nerdy ones.
“So you were planning on using this shit on me?”
>She finally set her book down and looked up. Her mouth dropped when she saw you looking through her bag.
>T: “Hey, that stuff’s personal!” Her horn lights up and the bag pulls away from you.
>You raise an eyebrow.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Miss Sparkle.”
>She looked away.
>T: “N-no… It was…” She finished with mumbles.
“Didn’t quite catch that.”
>She mumbles something else.
“Looks, I have smaller ears than you do. Speak up.”
>T: “It was for me, okay?! I like being ordered around and dominated and spanked and—and…” She gulps and lets out a shuddering breath, “The princess won’t help me.”
>Ew.
>You didn’t want to hear that.
>More blackmail material for the future, though.
“So… your fetish is being dominated. I thought you were a take-charge kinda girl.”
>T: “That’s the thing! I just happen to be the only p0ny thinking rationally, and step in to smooth situations out. I just want somep0ny else to order me around.”
>Well this is awkward.
>Hell, you were planning on telling her to just leave when you won. You got healed, she got her science crap, Rarity got a nasty-ass bed. Everybody wins!
>But now you kind of felt sorry for the girl.
>Well, more sorry for her than usual.
>Seriously, that girl’s fucking awkward.
>Anyway, you kind of want to give her what she wants.
>You slowly walk up to her. She shrinks back a bit at the look on your face.
>You grab her by the sides and lift her up. You position her so the front of her body is laying on the bed while her back legs are on the floor. You hear her gulp as you reach into her bag and pull something out.


>You wrap a blindfold around her face without a word. “What… what are you…” She can’t really find the words.
>You pull out the ring and slip it onto her horn. It fits nicely against the base. She sighs in pleasure as you slowly bring a finger to the tip before leaning in and kissing it.
>You pull away and reach back into the bag.
>You pull her tail up and she tenses, ready for anything.
“Miss Sparkle, you have been a naughty student. Your report on human sexuality is very, very late.”
>You bring the paddle across her flank, making a nice thwapping sound and getting her to squeak cutely. Her doughy librarian booty jiggles quite nicely.
“What was that? Do you have a good reason?”
>T: “Anon, I—”
>The sound of paddle meeting flank cuts her off as she cries out.
“What did you call me?”
>T: “Mister—”
>Another thwack and another cry.
>T: “Ah! Professor! Professor Anonymous!”
“Yes, Miss Sparkle?”
>T: “I’m… I’m afraid I just couldn’t do enough research on time…”
“Well, Miss Sparkle. Do you know what this calls for?”
>T: “Punishment?”
>She actually sounded hopeful. You hit her with the paddle again because she makes funny noises. This time it was a cross between a moan and a cry of pain.
“You will take ten paddle strikes before finding the nearest human and submitting to him in whatever base desires he has. You will then write a report on the experience. Any questions, Miss Sparkle?”
>In a voice dripping with lust, she sighs, “What are you waiting for?”
>Man, you were actually getting into this. You bring the paddle down on one side, and then on the other, alternating so you didn’t hurt her too bad. You slowly grew in intensity, making her cry in a mix of pleasure and pain.


>She was actually leaning back into the hits when you finished.
“Methinks the student enjoyed that a bit too much.”
>You toss the paddle onto her bag and raise your hand.
“I think a little something… /extra/ is needed.”
>You bring your hand down and slap her cutie mark. Her entire body jolts and her ass jiggles again. You let her tail drop and bring your other hand across the mark on that side.
“Why Miss Sparkle! Are you getting off to your professor punishing you?”
>She giggled. “Why no, professor! That would be so very… /naughty/… of me.”
>You bring you hand down on her cutie mark again and she moans.
“I think that’s enough punishment, Miss Sparkle. I do hope you remember the second part of what I ordered.”
>She nodded. “Of course, professor! I’ll start looking right away.”
>You give her another slap on the rear for good measure as she lifts her blindfold.
>She makes a show of looking around the room before settling on you. She lifts herself off the bed and puts her forelegs on your chest, holding herself up.
>T: “Anon, I need your help!”
>You raise an eyebrow. “What with, Twilight?”
>T: “My professor is ordering me to do a paper on human sexuality! I need you to buck me until you can’t anymore so I can get all my notes!”
“Your professor sounds like a handsome, sexy hunk of a man that definitely knows what he’s talking about. I suppose I’ll just have to take you right here, right now.”
>T: “Please hurry! If I’m late there’s no telling what he’ll make me do!”
>You could think of a few things.
>You gently grasp her forelegs as you sit on the bed. You lower her down in front of you.
>Apparently spanking mares is a turn-on for you, because you’re sporting a hard-on.


“The first thing I want to teach you is how to suck.”
>Not that she really needs any help sucking. I mean, this is Twilight we’re talking about
>You open your legs a bit. She looks at the bounty before her before turning her pretty violet eyes up to you. You just grin back.
>She uses her magic to guide you into her mouth. You hiss out as you feel her tongue lick across your head. She sucks you further in, letting her freakish p0ny tongue roll across your entire member. She looks up at you with her purple eyes, a mirthful light in them.
>Even if you don’t like making out with these ponies, you can definitely see the benefit of that tongue for stuff like this.
>She had you panting in no time. You were kind of wondering how Twilight was so good at this, but you quickly decide that you really don’t care.
>You reach a hand out to rub at one of her ears. She gives you an appreciative moan that you can feel rippling across your entire member.
>You were tempted to play with her horn, but since it was pointed at your stomach you decided not to risk it. With your luck she’d shoot off a knife or something
>Although… Maybe that horn ring did something to prevent that? You decide to take a chance and let your other hand gently caress it.
>She takes all of you in, deep throating you and moaning as you rub at her horn. You moan at the sensation.
>Finally, something’s going your way. You continue the horn job in peace. She seems to enjoy it, but nothing comes from the horn.
>But your efforts don’t go unrewarded. After a vicious tongue attack that you attribute to you starting to use both hands on her horn, you grunt.
“I’m about to—”


>Your warning goes unfinished as you cum in her mouth. You feel her tongue wrap around you a bit, milking you for more. When you had given all you could, you pulled your manhood from her eager mouth and you heard her swallow.
>T: “Ahh… A bit sweet. You’ve been eating fruits!”
>You don’t want to know.
>You quickly grab her and set her across your lap. You pull the ring off her horn and rub one off real quick, catching her by surprise. She wastes almost no time in shooting some kind of book out.
>You manage to read “TV Guide, June 2006” before it flies across the room.
>T: “Shame it’s over so soon,” she sighs.
>You grin and lift her off your lap.
“I lost count of the times I went with Photo, Twilight.”
>You walk over to the bag and pull out the bit and bridle.
“We’re just getting started, Miss Sparkle. I hope you brought extra ink, because that report’s going to be massive.”
>The shock on her face quickly disappeared into joy. “Well, Mister Anon, I sure wouldn’t want to be /late/.”


>You are Rarity, and you’re walking with your friend Fluttershy. You both went to the spa and a nice dinner, courtesy of Twilight. She was walking to your home to make sure Twilight managed to get all of Anon’s burns.
>You knew Twilight had, of course. You had a different purpose in mind for bringing Fluttershy by.
>Twilight wasn’t the only p0ny that needed to get laid, after all.
>You knew the two of them should be done by now. It’s been HOURS, after all. Anon is good, but not that good.
>When you get to the front door of your boutique, you hear some strange noises inside.
>Perhaps Sweetie Belle came by for a visit and wanted to play with Anon. Those two do get along so well.
>F: “What’s that sound, Rarity?”
“Oh, it’s just Sweetie and Anon playing.”
>F: “Um… It sounds like…”
>She said something else but you pay her no mind, throwing the door wide open.
>Inside, you are greeted by a scene that gives you pause.
>Pause that turns to horror.
>That then turns to arousal.
“Oh… oh my.”
>Twilight had a… plug of some kind stuck in her rear. Her tail was raised, giving everyp0ny a view of all she had to offer. She was bent over your chaise lounge, a bit in her mouth and a ring of some kind on her horn. Both of her back legs had stockings up to her haunches, both slightly damp. A bridle was wrapped around her head. It was pulled back, leaving her head up and her back arched. She was blushing heavily and her tongue was sticking out around the bridle. She even had a cute little saddle on her back.


>Anon had the bridle in one hand and a paddle in the other, raised back to smack against her behind. He was wearing only a lab coat and was, again, coated in sweat and sex juices. He was sporting an engorged stallionhood—or maybe manhood, you aren’t sure what he calls it.
>Is it hot out here?
>And they were both looking at you like you were a cockatrice.
>Right now the only cock in the room was his.
>A: “Uh… I can explain!”
>You slam the door shut with magic and turn to Fluttershy.
>You weren’t sure what your face looks like, but hers was completely blank.
“Eheheh…”
>You couldn’t think of anything to say at all. Maybe you should have let Anon explain.
>Fluttershy slowly pulls her eyes away from the door and looks to you.
>F: “I’m next.”
>Your mouth drops. You try to choke out a response, but she trots away.
>She turns back for a moment and looks at you. “And um… You might want to watch your tail…” With that she goes back to trotting.
>You look behind you and notice your tail was hiked up as high as Twilight’s. With a force of will you get it down.
“Stupid sexy Anonymous…”
>You decide it might be best to wait out here for a few minutes before stepping inside.
>A little while later, the door opens and Anon pokes his head out. “She’s gone, Rarity. Come on in.”
“Gone? Where?”
>A: “Teleported home. She said she uh… she didn’t want to look you in the eyes right now.”
>You open your mouth to comment.
>A: “Also, she couldn’t walk at all.”
>Your mouth shuts and you face-hoof. You hear him giggling. You sigh and join him inside the boutique.
“Did you really have to do that in /here/?”
>A: “She requested it. God, she’s a freak. If we get this business going, I bet she’s going to be a regular.”


>You feel the blush returning to your face as he talks about Twilight like that. You thought it was him that had done that to her, not her requesting it!
>My my, Twilight… You actually /do/ have a kinky side!
>Still, you can’t help but shudder as you sniff.
“Anon, I’m going to have to air out the shop.”
>A: “Just use air freshener. That’s what you always do when you make a mess in here.”
>Your blush has leveled up! It is now going down your neck. Anon wasn’t supposed to know about that!
>A: “Look, it’s kind of late. How about we just go to bed and talk about it in the morning?”
>You sigh.
“Very well. I had a wonderful night and I wouldn’t want to ruin it with business talk.”
>For some reason he grins at that. “Good night, then. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.
A few minutes later.
>You’re still Rarity. You got to your room and smell the sex in it. The smell is everywhere in the boutique, so it’s no surprise. It’s dark in your room, so you don’t explore any. You just sigh and hop up on your bed.
>As you settle down, you notice something… odd.
>You reach down and pat around. You sit up and start feeling around the base of your bed.
>Why is it so… wet? And sticky?
>…
>You take a sniff.
>Your eyes widen.
“ANONYMOUS!”
>You hear loud laughter somewhere in the house.
>You grit your teeth. Fine. He can laugh at you /now/, but you are the one that controls the contracts. You’ll just set him up with some horrible partners, and then you’ll see who’s laughing!
>You look at your bed again and shrug. You’ll just go stay in his.
>You angrily stomp to his room to find him waiting with a smile. “Come on in, Rarity. You can sleep next to me if you want.”
>Maybe you’ll spare him this time.