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>You were no longer chicken shit.
>You were just shit.
>Floor Bored, worst pone.
>But at least you were being honest, and that was the best you could say for yourself.
>Among other things you were saying.
“I splooged on you!”
“Did the one-mare tango on your back!”
“Took advantage of your trust!”
“Rubbed against you like some creep!”
“I’m a preydator!”
>You couldn’t stop yourself anymore. Your conscience wouldn’t let you until you’d explained in graphic detail why you were unfit for cohabitation with Anon.
>You were going to protect that smile by driving him away.
>Princess Cadence could find another, better pony to room with him.
>If you were lucky the courts would give you the death penalty.
>Equestria hadn’t had capital punishment since before Luna’s banishment, but you felt sure they’d reconsider for you.
>At the least you’d ask.
>It’d be better than being all alone again.
 
>...
 
>It was better than being all alone again!
>BACKPEDAL, BACKPEDAL, BACKPEDAL.
“I didn’t mean to do it!” You squeaked.
“It was hot and you smelled nice and my legs were spread and your voice rumbles like my favorite vibrator and you walked down those steps and Princess Cadence could smell me and it was hot and you’re hot and you smell REALLY NICE and I tried to contain myself and then you smushed me against the wall like I was your play thing!”
 
>...
 
>THAT WASN’T ANY BETTER, BACKPEDAL, BACKPEDAL, BACK-
 
>Something was poking you in your belly.
>It started out small, but it was getting bigger.
>It’d found your belly button and was going inside.
 
>...
 
>THAT’S_A_PENIS.MLP4
 
>Now, dear reader, I feel the need to explain something to you about big, fat, juicy stallion cocks.
>Fuck the fourth wall, I’m going somewhere with this.
>Stallions aren’t like dudes.
>They don’t get hard on accident, and mares can’t fluster them unless they want to be flustered.
>They choose when they get hard, and no stallion ever got hard for Floor Bored before.
>Except that one time her daddy got drunk and started calling her by her late mother’s name when she was a filly and she didn’t understand what was happening so she hid under the bed.
>But Floor Bored didn’t remember that, so it doesn’t count.
>Now we can return to the story.
 
>”That’s the...”
>Anon coughed, then squeezed you a little tighter against himself, driving his penis deeper into your belly button.
>You were a chubby little pone, so your belly button was pretty deep.
>”That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
 
>You slowly turned your head to look at Anon.
>When you saw his face he had a glassy look in his eye and his cheeks were a lovely shade of pink.
“Y-you mean it-No! No it’s not! It’s creepy and weird and-and-”
>BACKPEDAL, BACKPEDAL, BACKPEDAL.
“I mean… Masturbation is a natural and beautiful thing and nopony should be ashamed of her body, pumblr told me so!”
>Wait, no stop!
>WRONG DIRECTION, BACKPEDAL, BACKPEDAL, BACKPEDAL.
“I MEAN… I’m gross and disgusting and I don’t bathe enough and I’m not pretty enough for a stallion!”
>There you go. Crisis averted. When in doubt, shame yourself before they can shame you!
>Wear your weakness like armor and it will never be used to hurt you!
 
>“I think you’re pretty...”
>If you weren’t blushed before, and you most certainly were, you were definitely blush now.
>Never in your wildest dreams did you think Anon would actually say you were pretty.
>You were a dumb horse, and you obviously had no clue what was happening right now, so you decided to just shut your pie hole before you said anything more retarded than you already had.
>“I think you’re the prettiest pony I’ve ever met.”
 
>You were now Anon, and you’d just heard the most unf thing ever.
>A feeling of regret passed through you.
>The shower had probably rinsed most of Floor Bored’s fluids off your back.
>If you had known you’d have gone without bathing for weeks.
>A GIRL CAME ON YOU.
>A GIRL YOU LIKED, TOO.
>And there you were, babbling about how pretty she was.
>You probably looked like a total beta faggot.
>Girls were never impressed by that.
>You remembered what Princess Cadence told you earlier today.
>”Figure out how much you’re willing to give, then give it freely.”
>You were willing to give her the world.
>But you were chicken shit.
>But… didn’t Floor Bored say she thought you were hot?
>You…
>You could give her a kiss.
>She couldn’t call the ponice on you for just a kiss, could she?
>Just a kiss.
>JUST A KISS.
>HOLY SHIT, YOU WERE GOING TO KISS FLOOR BORED.
>NO YOU WEREN’T.
>AGIRHAKBGIAPTRAEOVREIBVK-
>You slapped yourself, clenched your buttocks, and just went for it.
 
>...
 
>Well, you gave her a kiss, but you didn’t think eyeballs were for kissing.