AnonXNeckbeard Rape

>He strides to the side and you follow suit in the opposite direction
>You hold your fist out, weighing the options
>He has a weapon, weight, healing powers
>You can't just hit him
>He brandishes the knife, breathing heavily
"Neckbeard, drop the knife!"
>He growls and takes a step forward
>You see his arm reach out towards you, attempting a jab
>But it's slow, and you easily dodge it, stepping to the side
>After he misses, he brings his arm around, slashing towards you
>You reach your hand out, gripping him by the forearm
>He gasps
>Looking at you
>And swings his other arm towards you
>It flails uselessly off your skin
>"LET GO YOU CHEATER"
>His fist thrashes against your back, thumping
>But you hold your ground
>And with both hands on his meaty forearm, start twisting
>He lets out a yelp of pain, and the knife clatters to the floor
>You kick it out of the way, and shove him
>He teeters, and you let go
>But then he puts a foot back, and regains his ground
>You take a step back, fists balled up and held up high
>At least you disarmed him
>Actually, he can't even hurt you at all
>You rub your back
>And crack your neck
>Your victorious expression fades away as you realize what he'd been doing
>You hadn't noticed in the melee, but now that he's closer to Twilight, he picks up her unconscious body
>And brings her head into his rolls of fat
"NO, DON'T!"
>"THEN GET BACK!"
>You hesitate, and he holds her closer to his folds of fat
>You step backwards, heart thumping
>This isn't fair
>"Hand me the knife."
>You shakily get down onto the ground
>"No, kick it over."
>And up you rise, bringing your feet to the knife, kicking it over
>He doesn't pick it up, because he can't bend down that far
>Now that you think of it, it made no sense for him to ask that
>You sigh
>Your combat skills can't help you here
>Only your negotiation skills
>You eyes look into his as you prepare yourself

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>You lower your fists, even though the adrenaline still rages in your blood
>And take a deep breath
>You need to think for this one
>Your mind races as you think back on your private lessons
>How to play them, how to understand how they worked, how to get your way
>The memories surge back into your mind, and you take a look at him, eyeing all over his body
>Taking in his flimsy stance, his sweating facial expression, the way his arms are positioned
>And you understand
>It's now or never, Anon
"Did you lose weight this week?"
>It's a critical hit
>He blubbers for a bit, and his hold on the purple unicorn falters
>But you can't let down your assault now
>You lick your lips, preparing your next barrage
>Cough
>And
"Have you been working out?"
>His face blushes a bright red and you know you've got this
>You take a step forwards and he takes a step back
>His breaths are loud, heavy, panting
>"Y-you really think so?"
>Slow and steady now
>The situation is fragile and could turn on your any moment
>You take a deep breath and steel yourself
>Your eyes look into his, and you stare at it
>You give a small smile
"Yes."
>He squees
>His cheeks pinch up, and his eyes close a little
>"Oh my gosh!"
>He's like pudding in your words
>You've got this
>You take a another step further
>And you see he doesn't even notice
"You're beautiful."
>He squeezes Twilight into his folds as he shrieks in delight
>Fuck
>Too far
>You pushed him too far
>You take a few more steps forward, bringing yourself in front of him
>And take a hand onto his sweaty shoulders
>It's grimy in your hands, and you feel the wetness from his sweat
"I...I...."
>You meter out your stutters, perfecting the pauses
>His mouth opens widely in anticipation
"I...."
>You move your eyes to the side, feigning hesitation
>You think briefly of the time around Fluttershy, and feel your blush rising
>Perfect
>Your eyes move back to his, staring into those black pools of darkness
"I love you."

>He moans out in pleasure, and you feel his body wracking underneath yours
>You don't dare glance at the purple pony to betray your intentions, but you don't hear any drop
>He probably still has her
>It's hard to tell, his body fat seeing her from the edge of your peripheral
>Your hands gently rub against his shoulders
>It's for the greater good, you tell yourself
>You're the hero Equestria needs
>You lean your head in
>Eyes closing
>And feel his surprise when your lips lock
>Your other hand moves towards his cheeks, while the one on his shoulder moves to the back of his head
>He shouts, gasps into your mouth
>But he's hesitant, cautious
>Fragile, gentle
>And you lead
>Leaning him back
>You feel your stomach press against his fat
>You feel his arms around you, pulling you in
>Both of them
>Mission accomplished
>Except
>His arms are tight around you
>And you can't let go
>He squeezes you into his fat, as his tongue moves out experimentally
>Okay, Anon, you got yourself into this situation
>You saved Twilight
>But at what cost?
>You feel the folds of his fat slowly wrap around you body, sinking you in
>And his tongue breaches the seal of your lips
>You taste doritos on his breath
>And even worse, not just his breath
>Flecks of chips stick to your mouth, transferred from his tongue
>Does he not chew correctly?
>His tongue flicks against yours, and the sensation of crunchy chip flakes sends you shivering
>You can't break from this
>He'll kill you
>You arms start to get clamped together as the fat reaches your shoulders
>His hand runs down your side, moving to your belt
>And he reaches a hand in under your pants, patting against your asscheeks
>Not a-fucking-gain

>This is too far
>You didn't want it to be like this
>You can't be a matyr
>Not for Twicunt
>You start struggling
>And he moans into your mouth as you feel his finder reach between your ass
"M-mph..."
>Your words fall on deaf ears and you wriggle uncomfortably around
>His fat envelops you on both sides, and you're stuck
>He pulls back, finally, giving you a breath
>And you almost retch as you taste dorito on your breath
>"I-I love you too, Anon."
>You take a moment to catch your breath
>And then yell out loudly as you feel his fat finger prodding into your anus
>"I know you feel this."
>He smiles at you
>And you get triggered
>Flashes of Lyra flood your mind
>Her similar smile
>Her demonic eyes
>And the way she...
>She..
>Massaged your dick
>You feel warm folds around your crotch, squeezing
>N-no, he was using his fat to the same effect
>Your pants slide down, and you're unable to move in his fat to stop him
>And your cock rubs against his sweat rolls
"P-please, not like this."
>Your charisma has left you
>You're the victim now
>"You cannot resist."
>That knowing smile
>Maybe he knew all along what you were up to
>His finger breaches your sphincter
>And you cry out in pain
>Your member digs into his fat, and the massaging of his rolls hardens your member
>His motion thrusts you against his sweaty, sticky skin
>Each poke is pain
>And sends you visions of your earlier rape

>His index slides into your anus, and you feel sticky warm skin against your insides
>You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to lean in, locking his lips with yours again
>Your body shudders as your leaking tip scrapes against his skin, lubricating the folds of his fat
>You feel them squeeze around you, feel the heavy thumping of his overexcercised heart against your throbbing member
>His heart beats twice to your one
>But they are in sync every other beat
>His a perfect half-measure to yours
>He moans something into your mouth, and you get another hot wave of doritos
>His index slides deep into your ass, and then he starts sliding it out
>Your sphicnter hugs against his grimy hands as he keeps sliding
>And sliding, and you hope he takes it out
>Except he doesn't and he rams it back in, eliciting a shriek that's muffled by the kiss
>Your cock digs again into his folds of fat
>And to your dismay, you feel that the warmth and tightness starts getting to you
>And you feel your climax getting closer
>It's just not right
>You weren't aroused
>You just tried to save Twilight
>And she started all this
>Her body's prone on the floor
>And you feel closer
>And closer
>And you gasp into his mouth
>His finger pistons into your ass, as you feel the pressure finally release
>You cock throbs against his fat and spurts out what cum you have inside
>It flows out, splashing against the hydrophobic skin
>And surrounds your dick
>You hear the drip dripping of the cum falling to the flow, sliding off his skin
>And he pulls back, smiling at you
>You close your eyes and give a cry
>And so began the adventures of Neckbeard-Anon
>Anon forever cumming while stimulated
>And Neckbeard forever wrecking havoc on the pony population