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- Happy birthday, Pen-Pen. <3 u 5eva (cuz 4eva 2 soon)
- >You are Seashell, aka Bombshell, aka a cuddle-less virgin.
- >A cuddle-virgin, if you will.
- >You knew what the stallions liked, and you just didn't have it.
- >A cute, tiny butt...
- >Nice thick tuft hair...
- >Little teats that are nicely tucked away unless she's pregnant...
- >All you've got are wide hips that you can't help but sway when you walk.
- >Barely-there chest-hair...
- >And these big, dumb, wobbly teats that have big, dumb, fat nipples on them that you know everypony stares at all the time.
- >EVERYPONY
- >....
- >But you're going to change this.
- >You're going find a colt, and you're going to stuff his face RIGHT into your tuft.
- >And he's going to LIKE IT, dammit!
- >You-
- >"Hey, Seashell."
- >Oh hey, it's Anon.
- >Hi, Anon!
- "Anon!"
- >You immediately forget about your troubles and try to get onto your hooves.
- >Problem is, you were on your back, and all you can really accomplish is wriggling around and kicking your widdle hoofsies ineffectively.
- >Thankfully, Anon takes pity on you and grabs you around your barrel and picks you up.
- >You curl up against his chest and happily wriggle into him.
- >You are Anon, and your new best friend is being adorable, as usual.
- >Much like any other day, she's giving off weapon-grade cuteness.
- >Like, just right now?
- >She was stuck on her back like a turtle, and she was kicking her widdle hoofsies around ineffectually and AAAAAH
- >You couldn't control yourself.
- >You knew that most mares have a problem of being picked up and cradled, but you were going to explode if you didn't cuddle the SHIT out of Seashell.
- >Like, right now.
- >Luckily for you, she seemed fine with it.
- >You assume that's what cooing and burying her face into your chest meant.
- >It's too much for you.
- >You are unable to resist the urge to bring this pony home with you.
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- >You are Seashell once more, and you think - YOU THINK - you might be on a date.
- >Anon picked you up and brought you back to his house, and THIS time it wasn't because you were all sticky and got stuck to his shirt.
- >What is this; second base?
- >....
- >Third base?
- >Are you his marefriend now?
- >You puff out your cheeks and put on your angry eyebrows as you feel the determination build up inside of you
- >You'll be the BEST marefriend for him!
- >You follow Anon into a new room and OH MY GOODNESS
- >An excited squeak uncontrollably escapes your throat and you get the biggest open-mouthed smile on your face.
- >Before you stands the most cushion-ey, most comfortable-looking sofa you've EVER seen in your entire life!
- >Without waiting for a proper invitation, you gallop over, stop in front of it to wriggle your butt, and hop up onto the couch.
- "Ohh..."
- >The plush cushion is so soft under your hooves, and a couple of spins in place tell you that it has just the right amount of give.
- >It's thick enough that you sink into it, but it's stuffed full enough that it supports your weight.
- >You sink to your stomach and rub your face into the cushion that you're going to spend the rest of your life sitting on, closing your eyes in bliss.
- >!!!
- >Your eyes snap open when a certain scent comes off of the couch and into your nose.
- >It smells just like Anon!
- >Best. Sofa. Ever.
- >"Seashell?"
- >Anon's deep voice snaps you out of your "I'm sitting on something soft and I like it" daze.
- >Your heart skips a beat and a flush heats up your face as you realize exactly what you've done.
- >You let out a little distressed whimper and your ears flop against your head.
- >Dang it, why do you have to be such a ditz?
- >Why did you have to behave like excited filly when a colt invited you into his house for the first time?!
- >You force yourself to sit up (you MIGHT have wriggled your rump into the cushion in the process) and stare Anon deep in the eye with a determined expression on your face.
- >Anon hasn't started yelling yet, so he's probably going to let you explain yourself.
- "I live here now!"
- >Buck.
- >You're the WORST marefriend.
- >Anon's amused smirk really cements how badly you bucked up.
- >You feel so embarrassed that you slide onto your tummy and bury your face in your hooves, whimpering slightly.
- >Oh, pony-Magoo. You've done it again.
- >You can feel the couch dip down off to the side, indicating that Anon has sat down beside you.
- >You're about to apologize when you feel Anon's hand land on top of your head.
- >Things just start to blur together once he starts scratching your ears.
- >Before you know it, Anon's fingers have dug into the soft flesh of your underbelly, parting the soft fur as he drags his hand up and down.
- >You can feel a whine trying to sneak its way out of your throat, and your leg threatens to twitch in pleasure.
- >You wanted to keep it together for Anon and show him that you could be a tough marefriend for him, but his belly rub game is too strong.
- >You tried, darn it.
- >You tried so hard.
- >If something like a belly rub is too much for you, then how can you-ohhh.... Sweet Celestia, he's scratching your chest tuft.
- >You try to roll a bit more onto your back so that Anon has more access to your tummy, but your back has already hit his chest.
- >You kick your rear hoof involuntarily and try to figure out if you just came a little bit or not.
- >How can something so simple as a belly rub feel so good?
- >As Anon's fingers dance expertly across your tummy-tum-tums, you think back to the time when you TOTALLY lost your virginity back in high school (and NOT when you were 24)
- >....
- >....is this sex for humans?
- >Should you worry about protections?
- >Are you going to get him pregnant?!
- >And what in the world is poking you in the back?
- >You wriggle against it a few times experimentally, scrunching up your snootle in concentration.
- >Is it..... his hand?
- >....no; you've got both of those rubbing your belly.
- >"S-Seashell?"
- >Is it..... his foot?
- >You wriggle extra-hard.
- >....no; those are both on the floor.
- >"Seash-shell..."
- >Darn it, what IS this thing?!
- >You start moving up and down in addition to left and right.
- >You're SURE that if you move around enough, the answer will present itself.
- >It's hard, but it's got some give to it.
- >Firm, but yielding.
- >Almost like a peni-
- >"EXCUSE ME"
- >With a squawk, you're lifted up into the air and deposited onto the ultra-soft cushion that Anon was sitting on.
- >You barely get a glance at a big tent in his pants before Anon jogs out of the room
- >"Be right back!"
- >The scent of Anon in those cushions of his hits you before you even rest your head down on them.
- >It smells like Anon, only stronger and a bit more sour.
- >Kinda musky...
- >....
- >It WAS a penis!
- >Your face heats up the the revelation.
- >Okay.
- >Okay, wow.
- >Sure.
- >Whoo!
- >J-Just gonna give him a few minutes.
- >Y-you know, to... to compose himself.
- >It... it shouldn't take too long, r-right?
- >N-not that you would know!
- >You don't have an older brother or anything!
- >You didn't peek on him when he didn't know about it!
- >....
- >Y-You didn't steal his testicle bras sometimes...
- >....It's been over two minutes.
- >Okay, you're calling shenanigans.
- >He's just hiding in the bathroom until you leave, isn't he?
- >Isn't he?!
- >Why do they always DO that?!
- >No, no. You and Anon are best friends and you might have maybe had sex a few minutes ago; you aren't sure.
- "Maybe he's dying."
- >"Hnng~ Ah! FFFFFFFFFUU-"
- >Oh, Luna's moon! He IS dying!
- >You leap to your hooves and gallop through the house.
- "Seashell's coming, Anon!"
- >This is just like your adventure books!
- >The beautiful maiden rescues the dashing rogue from the dangers/perils of his own bedroom!
- >...most of those books don't actually have the characters leave the bedroom.
- >....you MIGHT be thinking of those books you found in dad's closet with that mare, Fabian, (you know; the one with the long, blond mane) on the cover...
- >Come to think of it, it's basically just smut.
- >No time for that, though!
- >ANON NEEDS YOU
- >You find the door that has all the moaning coming through it and buck it as hard as you can.
- >Never before have you been more thankful that you've got Apple blood in you on your mom's side.
- >You leap into the room and strike a pose on the plush carpet.
- >If you're going to save Anon's life, you want him to remember how heroic you were doing it.
- "Don't worry, Anon! I'll save you!"
- >You peer around the room for Anon and....
- >thatsapenis.gif
- >You're treated to the sight of Anon, naked, with a penis in his hand.
- >Presumably his.
- >He's flushed from the chest up, and delicious-looking rivulets of sweat drip down his chest.
- >Over his pecs, across his nipples, down his-
- >Wait, are those teats?
- >Is Anon a girl.... with a penis?
- >You didn't know this was going to be like your favourite japoneighs animes!
- >You are excite.
- >A little bead of precum slowly drips down from the head of his dick, and you can't help but follow the trail with your eyes.
- >Your tongue futilely licks at the thin air as you subconsciously try to catch it in your mouth.
- >You square your horseshoulders and puff out your AVERAGE THICKNESS and TOTALLY ADEQUATE chest tuft.
- "Okay, Seashell," you mutter, "Time to mare the buck up. Don't be afraid of cocks like your mom always said you would be."
- >Remember the bath, Seashell.
- >Remember Sempai's love all over your face.
- >This is just like how you and Anon met, only THIS time you won't drink something too sour and humiliate yourself in front of him.
- >You aren't going to humiliate yourself at ALL.
- >There's no shirt for you to get stuck on this time!
- >...but it would almost be worth it if it meant getting some more of Anon's sugar cookies.
- >Mom always said that if a stallion can cook and he isn't crazy, then he's a keeper.
- >You prepare to jump up onto the bed and holy moley is it ever high up.
- >That just means you've gotta earn this.
- >EARN IT
- >You jump up on top of the bed, but you only manage to get your front hooves over the edge.
- >Your forelegs stretch out in front of you as you slowly fall back down to the floor, nearly taking the bed sheet with you.
- >Horse apples.
- >You try again, this time making sure to wriggle your butt SUPER HARD (it makes you jump higher) and leap!
- >You ALMOST get a solid hold on the sheets and you scrabble with your hind legs, trying to find purchase.
- >All you accomplish is looking adorable as you fall back down onto the ground.
- >You land on your back and squeak as your wings splay out.
- >....
- >Oh, right.
- >You can fly.
- >You REALLY hope that Sempai didn't notice your first two attempts to jump up on his bed.
- >A hop, skip, and a flap later, you're perched on Anon's soft bed.
- >You give yourself a good eyeful of Anon's special place and your face heats up.
- >N-No sheath?
- >Does that m-mean that he's been flopping around all t-this time?
- >Just inches away from your face?!
- >l-lewd~
- >Maybe that means he's going to be okay with some of your dirtier fantasies...
- >......
- >......
- >[spoiler]cuddling.[/spoiler]
- "Don't you worry, Anon."
- >You rub the soft under-belly of your hoof up and down Anon's shaft.
- "I won't get you pregnant."
- >Anon blinks rapidly and stutters.
- >"Wh-what?"
- >"Don't worry, Anon. I won't get you pregnant."
- "Wh-what?"
- >You're suddenly worried that you didn't pay enough attention to Twilight's crash course in pony biology.
- >Is.... is Seashell going to lay eggs in your dick?
- >You're so caught up on your confusion (and potential imminent oviposition) that you forget to put up some kind of resistance to Seashell just coming up onto your bed and fellating you.
- >You mean, seriously.
- >What the fuck, Seashell.
- >Your thought process is interrupted when Seashell tries to gobble down your entire cock.
- >You mean, granted, she really only sucks on the head, but it's something.
- >'A' for effort; the thought was there.
- >You give Anon's cock a firm lick from the scrotum allll the way up to the tip.
- >The saltiness is unreal, and the taste makes you feel a little bit light headed.
- >It's time to prove that you can make Anon feel good; and not just with your hooves.
- >You take the engorged head into your mouth; stick your tongue out; relax your throat, and push yourself down as deep as you can go.
- >Yes
- >YES
- >You're going to make this stallion feel SO GOOD
- >Then you're going to taste sempai's love~
- >Then you can-
- "HAURK"
- >oh no
- >You feel your throat squirm and your stomach tighten.
- >You and Anon's eyes meet, and you both know exactly what's about to happen.
- >You try to pull away, but it's too late; all you really accomplish is give your throat more room to constrict painfully.
- >Acrid bile rushes up your throat and tears (both of pain and regret) spring from the corners of your eyes.
- "HEARURUH-"
- >You are Seashell, but right now you think that your nickname of Bombshell would be more appropriate.
- >You and Anon are currently soaking in his bathtub, trying to get the smell out of your fur.
- >He's such a nice colt, helping you scrub.
- "I'm really sorry, Anon. I... I understand if you don't want to be my friend any more..."
- >You're cut off when Anon squeezes you and plants a wet, soapy kiss on your snootle.
- >"Next time," he says, sounding amused, "YOU'RE getting the oral sex."
- >Laugh track, fade to credits
- >This story was written in front of a live studio audience
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