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- > Be Starlight Glimmer, relapsing
- > The first time was an accident
- > Twilight and Spike are off on some business at Canterlot, and you sort of let your guard down
- > It's not like it's wrong to masturbate to anatomical illustrations in Twilight's study
- > You have a towel, nothing would get damaged
- > But as you get into it, you sort of zone out, your vision narrowing to the exquisitely drawn dragon cock before you
- > Your horn glows as you alter the cornu voluptatis spell to match
- > Suddenly, you hear the door open
- > "Hel-"
- > You admit, you panick
- > You blitz through the formula, your already charged horn casting the spell nigh instantaneously
- > Time
- > Stops
- > You whirl to face the door
- > Anon stands frozen, staring at you
- > You take a few steps towards him in the absolute silence
- > He stares at where you were, and you breath a sigh of relief
- > Thank the stars, it worked
- > You levitate the towel into your saddlebags, and close the anatomy book
- > Just glancing at the illustration as you close it makes your marehood ache
- > You check on Anon, still frozen
- > You pause to admire the bulge in his pants
- > You know what he told Twilight, but part of you wonders if he's always this lewd because he loves teasing mares
- > You stare at it, mouth watering a little
- > No, you shouldn't do this, even if nopony will know
- > Nopony will know
- > Your thighs rub together
- > You are a bad pony
- > You lean forward and gently press your snout against the fabric covering his bulge
- > His musky scent sets your body tingling and your tail lashing back and forth
- > You pant, inhaling his scent
- > You can practically taste him
- > With a shudder, you pull yourself away and gallop to the bathroom
- > In the stopped time, you plunge your magic into your pussy again and again
- > Perhaps to punish yourself for your transgression against Anon, you abandon subtlety
- > The spell loses all realism and morphs into a writhing, bumpy mass of vibrating ether
- > You cum in less than a minute, your juices splashing into the toilet below
- > You sigh, feeling dirtier than you have ever felt
- > Anon must never know
- > You clean up after yourself quickly, and trot back to where you were
- > You browse for a book on magic theory, and sit down under Anon's frozen gaze
- > Your stomach flips a little at how helpless he is right now
- > Imagine if you shared this spell with some mare, they would be a menace to stallions everywhere
- > No, you need to keep this a secret as well
- > You cancel the spell, and Anon blinks
- > "-lo Starlight, have you seen Twilight anywhere?"
- > You blink, then smile politely
- "I'm afraid not. Have you tried checking the market? I think we may be low on eggs, so she probably went to get some."
- > Anon grins at you
- > "Thanks, I'll try there next."
- > Cute
- > Each time afterward...
- > He was about to drop a carton of eggs, no reason why you should let them go to waste
- > And you only sniffed him a little bit, a small reward for a small favor
- > Anon pranked you with whipped cream on your hoof and tickling your snout while you were sleeping
- > You had to pay him back somehow
- > That was the first time you touched him
- > Your hoof on those thicc, foalchasing thighs
- > He never understood why you didn't get mad at all, but there is no way you would tell him why
- > Then there is today
- > Thorax dragged you off to the hive, ostensibly to help choose colors for the interior
- > He spends hours agonizing and ignoring your every suggestion before ending up with dark green and black
- > Still, he thanked you sweetly afterward, and you guess you were a good friend to him
- > You barely got enough time to eat lunch when Trixie barreled into your room
- > Apparently the Flim Flam brothers asked her out
- > Both of them
- > How can Trixie be such an utter Trixie?
- > And why did she have to sing about it?
- > By the time she left, you wanted nothing more than to veg out on the couch with a good book
- > And that is exactly what you do
- > It is some silly romance novel, about a butler being taken advantage of by his mistress and a visiting duchess
- > You are just getting to the part where the duchess has him "massage" her teats when you hear Anon talk to you
- > "Hey, sorry to bother you, but would you mind levitating some furniture while I sweep?"
- > You mark your place and look up
- > He is smiling apologetically
- > Your mind catches up with your ears, and you sigh
- "Sure, where do you want to start?"
- > Anon beams at you
- > "Thanks so much. I'll start over in that corner, if you could get the cabinet?"
- > You watch him work, the gentle sway of his lithe figure, the subtle flexing of his rump as he twists and turns
- > Not to mention the appeal of watching a janefilly doing something so domestic
- > You feel your stress transmute into a low level arousal
- > You watch him as he cleans the entire sitting room
- > By the time he puts the broom and dustpan away, you are pretty wet
- > He flops down on the couch, splayed in such a defenseless way
- > "Ugh, this castle is way too fucking big."
- > You smirk
- "Maybe you should let the staff do all the cleaning."
- > Anon snorts
- > "No, I gotta pay you all back somehow. Besides, it's Feather Duster's birthday, she should get the day off."
- > How sweet
- > You can't take your eyes off his prominently displayed crotch
- > He rolls his head to look at you, and you look up at his relaxed smile
- > "Oh, and thanks for the help. Makes things go a lot quicker."
- "My pleasure."
- > As you levitate your novel towards the coffee table, you secretly set up the time stop
- > The book hits the table with a muted thump, and everything freezes
- > You deserve a reward, after everything
- > You slide off the couch and trot over between his legs
- > You can smell the subtle tang of his sweat, and his musk is unusually strong
- > Your heart pounds as you sit down between his feet and lay your head down
- > You can feel the soft lump of his flaccid member against your cheek, his scent filling your nose
- > It is hard to think over your blazing hot arousal
- > You pant, climbing up his torso, dragging your tuft against his belly and chest
- > You sit in his lap, nuzzling his neck and rocking your hips gently
- > You really shouldn't be doing this
- > But it's too late now
- > You pull back slightly, staring at his frozen face
- > You lick your lips
- > Then you peck him on the lips
- > A thrill runs through you, pure pleasure lightly seasoned with guilt
- > You press your lips against his for longer, savoring his warmth
- > You should stop, stop before you go too far
- > You stare at his lazy grin
- "Tell me to stop, Anonymous. Tell me now."
- > Of course he doesn't say anything, he can't
- > But that smile
- > It's like permission
- > You lick his cheek
- > Delicious
- > You lick his lips
- > Delectable
- > You can no longer restrain yourself, and lock lips with him again
- > Your tongue presses past his lips, only to meet his teeth only slightly parted
- > Your magic pulls on his chin, and you have full access
- > Your tongue pushes and plays with his limp tongue
- > You taste him, your saliva mixing with his, your hips grinding your wet snatch against his crotch
- > It's a shame he can't get an erection while frozen in time, but he still has enough for you to rub against
- > You eventually break the kiss, and pull back to admire your hoofywork
- > Anon's mouth gapes open, your spit trailing down his chin, his cheek glistening where you licked him
- > You feel some indescribable feeling well up within you, and you kiss him again and again, licking all over his face and neck
- > You giggle
- "I've marked you, now you're mine."
- > You feel high
- > You feel sweltering between your legs, a need to mark him in an entirely different way
- > You climb off of Anon and seize his pants in your magic
- > They slide off, his boxers coming along too
- > At last, you see his dick in all its glory
- > Well, not all of its glory
- > It's not erect, but that just makes it cute
- > You take it into your mouth, sucking on his cock, tasting it utterly and completely
- > It's a strange flavor, but you think you can grow to like it, especially with your muzzle buried in his pubic hair
- > His musk is overpowering, telling your body primal truths
- > You need him inside you
- > You let his stallionhood fall from your mouth and scramble up onto his lap
- > Your magic finds his limp member, and guides it easily
- > You nearly have a heart attack as his dick slips between your well-lubricated lips
- > You moan, not from any feeling of intense stimulation, but from the mere knowledge that his cock is inside of you
- > You lose yourself to your instincts, grinding your clit against his waist, clenching muscles around the soft rod in your pussy
- > You magic his hands onto your hips, holding you there as you drench his crotch in your marecum
- > Kiss him again and again, whimpering in pleasure
- > Your breathing comes in gasps as you hump him, your clit sending waves of pleasure throughout your body
- > You push one of his fingers into your asshole, and immediately fall apart
- > Your thighs clench around him as you ride out your orgasm, moaning and whining in animal ecstasy
- > You slump against him, slowly catching your breath
- > As your sweaty body cools, you come to your senses
- > Oh no
- > You stare at his damp shirt and his glistening crotch
- > You get to your hooves, his cock sliding out of you
- > Okay, don't panic, you have all the time in the world
- > What do you need to do?
- > You glance over at his pants on the floor, which are also soiled from your proactive masturbation session
- "Okay, we can fix this, we just need to replace everything."
- > You take his Anon's clothes off and gallop towards his room
- > You rifle through his dresser and find pants and boxers of the same color
- > Unfortunately, he doesn't have a duplicate of his shirt, but that one is close enough that it should be fine, right?
- > You head down to the laundry room and stuff the soiled clothes in the middle of the pile of dirty clothes
- > Never have you been so glad that Anon isn't colty enough to do his own laundry
- > Coming back to the sitting room, you are hit with the pungent odor of your cum
- > Right
- > Wet towels with scented soap, and switching out the couch cushion for another in an unused guest room
- > That's everything, right?
- > You climb up onto the couch and settle back into your spot
- > Then you see his face, still covered in your saliva
- >...
- > That taken care of, you silently apologize to the cleaning staff and end the time spell
- > Anon blinks, his jaw fidgeting a little
- > Oh no
- > Does he still taste you from when you kissed him?
- > "You're a good mare, Starlight."
- > He then rolls his head to face the ceiling and sighs happily
- > Meanwhile, your stomach churns with guilt
- > You took advantage of this poor, sweet human, and he has no idea how thoroughly you've violated him
- > You are the worst
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