RGRE Courting Anon Ch 2

>Still Anon
>Still human
>Still carrying Rainbow Dash
>You've decided to take Rainbow Dash with you to Twilight's.
>Maybe she can shed some light on what's going on.
>You've got an inkling of what's happening, and you don't like it.
>Rainbow chasing off Fluttershy was a pretty big clue.
>You've watched the Discovery Channel.
>And Mama didn't raise no horse-fucker.
>For god's sake, it's been less than a year since you were trapped here.
>It's too early to start seeing ponies like that.

>You don't want to cum inside Rainbow Dash.

>Suddenly, Rainbow's face is mashed against yours.
>Like, she's not kissing you.
>She's just rubbing your faces together.
>You grab hold of her at the armpits, and hold her out in front of you at arm's length.

"For fuck's sake, Rainbow Dash, lay off."

>She makes a scrunchie face at you, but remains silent
>Why the fuck aren't these ponies saying anything?

"This has been a weird day, and I need some space, okay?"

>Ah, the old "i need space" excuse.
>You are intimately familiar with it.
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>Rainbow Dash nods, so you let her down.
>She quickly takes off and hovers in front of your face.
>Her bedroom eyes give you a wink and she wiggles her rump at you. and you can see EVERYTHis that a butt plug.
>That is one hundred percent a butt plug.
>Dash's rainbow wings was a butt plug.
>Why the fuck was she wearing aOHGOD FLUTTERSHY HAD A BUTT PLUG TOO
>Aaaand off she goes.
>......
>Back down the way you just came.
>In the direction of your house.
>You hope you aren't horsemarried now.

>You know what?  Fuck it.  Whatever.  You'll burn that bridge when you get to it.
>You turn around and enter Twilight's house without knocking first.
>Because it's a public library.
>You don't have a chance to call out for Twilight
>That's because she's standing right in front of you
>Looking you dead in the eyes.

>Not a single ass-wing in sight, though.
>Thank Christ that's over.

"Hey, Twilight, listen.  Let's maybe put this meeting off for now, okay?  There's some weird shit going on outside and OH FUCK"

>You're blind!  You can't see!
>Oh Jesus there's WHITE everywhere
>This fucking nigger just flashbanged you!
>Why would she DO that?!

>It's a long couple of minutes before your vision returns to you.
>No, you didn't panic.
>No, you didn't cry a little.
>Shut up.
>Let's get a good look at Twilight now.

>Dat chest tuft.
>It looks like she stapled a shitty wig to her chest.
>She's showing it off to you, looking so fucking proud of herself.
>If she has a buttplug hidden somewhere you are going to slap Twilight so hard, you don't even know.
>So hard Luna will ask you to slap her moon up into the sky every night.

>And now she's dancing.  Because of course she is.
>She's struttin' her stuff back and forth in front of you, all throwing head left and right and showing off her tuft [spoiler]like the dirty little filly she is[/spoiler]
>What is she, knickering?

>God fucking dammit, you are sick of this.
>Might as well do a test real quick to see if these ponies are trying to take your horsevirginity.
>Gotta make this as ham-fisted as possible.
>You clear your throat and try to get Twilight's attention.
>Her ears twitch in your direction, but she keeps on showing off to you.

"So Twilight, Dash was waiting for me this morning, just outside my front door. She did this adorable little dance for me, and then I picked her up and we snuggled. Weird, huh?

>Twilight is no longer dancing.
>She's stopped mid-prance and is staring at you with a mix of shock and panic.
>Her horn lights up for a split second, and you turn away as quickly as you can.
>You wonder what Twilight could have done this time.

>She's even poofier than before.
>Is this supposed to be some show of dominance? The poofiest magic horse is the BEST magic horse?
>Twilight continues to dance in front of you, now adding little jumps to her cantering.
>She does this little spin, and......

>....Are you serious right now.
>Twilight doesn't have ass-wings attached to a butt plug.
>She's got a fucking sparkler sticking out of her pooper.
>It's like the forth of July all up in this bitch.

>You know what?
>You give up.
>You don't need this in your life.
>You've got to put an end to this.
>You walk over to Twilight and scoop her up, mid-hop, and hold her against your body.
>[spoiler]SHE FEELS SO GOOD ON YOUR TUMMY[/spoiler]
>She flexes her anal sphincter in surprise and the sparkler pops out.
>It hits the ground with a wet SPLAT.
>And now she's nuzzling you, just like Dash was.
>Maybe this is over now.
>Maybe you can get on to the weekly meeting.
>Maybe you can put this day behind you.

>You carry her over to her usual couch and try to set her down.
>Maybe now that she's done her spiel, she'll go back to normal.
>Hahaha nope.
>All she does is make displeased horse noises at you and grapples on to you like a face-hugger.
>That's not the only thing she does like a face-hugger.
>All of the sudden, when you were least expecting it: Horse tongue down your throat.
>.......
>Yeah, you're pretty sure you're horsemarried now.