Tilelover Anon Pt 2

>Good news you’re still married to Rara. (yay)
>Bad news, she keeps giving you funny looks every time you stare at anything made with tiles. (boo)
>More good news, you still have two hours fuck sessions. (yay)
>More bad news, Rara now binds you to the bed with magical chains to stop you from fucking her floor. (boo)
>Great news, Derpy didn’t crash through the ceiling window, and delivered a letter informing you both that Rara Family is visiting.
>Awesome you loved Rara family!
>Sweetie Bell is a cutie, and always enjoyed your company whenever you over.
>Mostly because you relived her of boredom when Rara was working, but hey that’s a plus in your eyes.
>Cookie Crumbles could rival both the cakes in bake off.
>But when she wasn’t in a competitive mood she could whip up some bomb ass green tea.
>Hondo Flanks, also known as the “Magnum” by everyone who has seen this stallion pass a football as if it were bullet.
>Then all of that excitement was immediately deflated by the worst news your wife has told you.
>Your penis and brain is still trying to comprehend what has been said.
“We can’t do what now?
>Your voice filled with the upmost disappointment, as you stare at your with misty eyes.
>”Oh come now Anon, Sweetie, it well be just for one night, I’m positive you can handle it.”
>Mere words can’t sway you! Especially not since you and Rara have been so sexually active after your first night together.
>Taking notice of your disgruntled face, Rara sighs
>”Look Anon my parents will be sleeping in our room for tonight, meaning we’ll be sleeping in the guest room, which is right next Sweetie’s room, and I remember you could handle more than one night without sex.”
“Yeah, but that was before you let me put my penis inside you.”

>It’s a good thing you play dodge ball with Rainbow, or the smoldering spot that once cushioned your glorious ass would have been you.
>Rara usually ivory face was replaced by crimson red of both embarrassment and angry at you brass statement.
>flashing your wife a quick smile you rush up stairs to the guest room.
“I just remembered the guest room needs dusting before your parents get here!”
>Most of the day you cleaned the upper Boutique.
>Dusting, folding, polishing the wooden furniture, and wiping down the various glass windows.
>Rara practically forbids you from cleaning downstairs, or even helping.
>Says she can clean downstairs better than you can.
>Ha, mare doesn’t know how long you’ve been nutting on floor tiles.
 >You know how to clean them too.
>Or else she would’ve found out much sooner.
>Around 2:40 the serene silence that filled the Boutique was disturbed by a rapid fire of loud knocks on the front door.
“Can I answer that, or is downstairs still a forbidden zone.” You call down to your wife.
>”Yes, you can answer it, besides I have a pretty good idea on who is knocking, and I don’t want my hair to be a mess before I properly meet my parents.”
>With a smile plastered on your face you go downstairs, walk towards the front door.
>You faintly hear voices from the other side for the door.
>No doubt Cookie is scolding Sweetie for her rigorous beat on the door.
>Taking a squat, your arm reaches the knob, before quickly turn it, and pull open the door bracing yourself for what is to come next.
>A white, pink, and purple ball of giggles comes barreling through, slamming you in your chest.
>You wrap your around the small mass and looked down.

>”HI ANON!” Sweetie shouts as her light green eyes twinkle with foolish glee.
>”Hello Sweetie, how have you been” you ask her while giving her a light squeeze.
>”Wonderful! , just today the crusad-“
>”Sweetie!” “What have I told you about blasting through this door as if you’re some kind of living cannon ball” Cookie speaks in a stern, but gentle voice, as she walks through the door.
>Cookie Crumble has a rather curvy body under her pink coat despite working with baked goods for a living.
 >Cookie says it’s because of her woman’s metabolism, Mrs. Cake calls bullshit.
>Her indigo mane is stylized in her trademark ponytail, with far too much volume at its base.
>She also is levitating a cake container, which no doubt has her famous Rose Velvet cake.
>”Relax Cookie, Sweetie barely put a scratch on him, he’ll be fine.” Hondo says in a soft but gruff voice as he closes the door.”
>Hondo “Magnum” Flanks was the second normal pony you would consider tall by your standards, standing just below your chest.
>Years of being a quarterback has given him a muscular upper body with a average waist line under his white coat.
>His brown mane was comb over his horn, and his handlebar mustache was trim, and neat.