Blunt Tongue [CLOP][URETHRA TONGUING]

>Be Anon
>be 9:00 p.m.
>be coming home from working, muscles sore and back aching
>you mumble to yourself
"Fuckin' Applejack, can't carry her own damn boxes..."
>you are covered with hayseed and small pieces of apple
>as you walk up the drive to your homestead by the Everfree, you notice you left the lights on
>shit
>the cooling is on and you left the door open
>double shit
>the bill is gonna be through the roof
>you hurry inside to turn off the lights
>you'll have to make due without, don't need anymore added to the cost
>get inside, immediately produce small chain flashlight and switch off the overhead light
>you head upstairs, flashlight guiding you
>Celestia, you're tired
>no dinner, just sleep now
>you pick a bit of apple off your suit
>...maybe a shower first

>After your shower, you don some boxers and trudge over to bed
>you take off the covers and climb in
>the warm embrace of the covers, combined with the already tiring chores, make certain you drift off to dreamland the moment you lay down
>you, however, failed a spot check
>you did not notice the yellow pupils watching you from the closet
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>Be 12:10 a.m., just after midnight
>sudden rustling of sheets
>niggahwhat
>you suddenly feel a large, warm mass crawl onto your legs under the covers
>panic.exe boots up
>you throw the covers off violently, despite the lack of energy you had but hours ago
>reaching toward the nightstand quickly, you grab the chain flashlight and shine a beam into the eyes of...
>...what appears to be a small pony (that is to say, smaller than average) with a bright yellow coat
>it has the wings of an insect, as well as a more pronounced amount of fluff on the chest
>the strange creature also has antennae
>antennae which happens to be gently probing your leg

>It clearly means no har-
>"My, my, you'll make a sweet meal..."
>oh, goddamnit
>at least you can have small talk while it kills you, though
>you shudder in fear [spoiler] not realizing you could easily overpover the small being and bolt for the door[/spoiler]
>a long, pink tongue slips out of its maw as it brings its face closer to you...

>...and starts up a passionate kiss, slithering its long appendage into your mouth
>well, you can't engage in that small talk now
>you decide to attempt to return the favor, but it's difficult
>that tongue is at least a couple feet
>after a while, it decides its had enough with your mouth
>thank fuck, you could hardly breath with all that tongue
>you then finally stop quivering enough to ask a question;
"What are you?"

>"A...Mothpony...," the thing said, in a rather unnecessarily seductive tone
>or maybe... it wasn't unnecessary
>shit, THIS thing wants the D?
>or, more specifically, YOUR D?
>and "sweet meal" refers to...
>as you contemplate the mindfuckery going on, the "Mothpony" removes the boxers from your legs with a quick slip of the hooves, revealing the already somewhat erect shlong within
>"Now, as much as I like a good hor d'oeuvre, let's get to the real entrée..."
>you're going to be getting a blowjob from (what you hope is) a mare you don't even know
>sure, she's part insect, but it really doesn't matter in the long run, you suppose
>you hope she doesn't have throat herpes

>"Now, just relax. It wont hurt a bit," she says, blushing slightly
>won't hurt?
>the Mothpony lowers her head a bit closer to your rapidly expanding dong
>her tongue snakes out, and curls around the base of your cock, slowly winding upwards toward the tip
>It feels as if you had a soft velvet bag put over your diamond cutter
>the tongue goes to work, expanding and contracting around you
>as the winding muscle reaches the tip, she stops all movement
>she then applies a slight amount of pressure with her oral appendage to your urethral opening
>disniggaserious.jpg
>you cringe a bit as she exerts more force, finally pushing past into the small passageway
>the feeling makes your legs weak [spoiler]with pleasure[/spoiler]
>the mare slowly pushes in and out, making each pull outward send shivers down your spine
>she gets into a rythmatic kind of movement;
>in and out, and in and out, and in...
>you're getting close
>on her last outward pull, the tongue is out completely
>she clasps onto your cock with her mouth
>you cum
>you cum hard
>and she swallows every drop of it
>"Mmmh..."
>as you finish, you slowly drift off back into a slumber
>your small friend crawls up to your chest and lies down, clearly tired from giving the best blowjob this side of the hemisphere
>you both sleep soundly together

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>Be 7:00 a.m.
>just woke up
>the small mothpony is still asleep on top of you
>she's warm and all, but you need breakfast
>you haven't had a meal since lunch yesterday
>as you blink the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you gingerly lift the miniature horse off your chest
>you lay her down on your pillow, and head downstairs
>fuck, you didn't even ask her name
>oh well
>you'll just ask after breakfast

>as you eat a sausage-egg-and-cheese croissant, the nameless mothpony steps down the stairs to greet you
>"So...did you enjoy last night?," she says, with a small blush
>you realize she didn't even really get anything out of the session
"...That depends. Did you?"
>the dusty pony giggles
>"Yes, I even got a free meal out of it!"
>it makes you wonder what kind of pony just gives some mouthwork to a guy she's never even met before
>and classifies drinking all the ejaculate as getting an entire meal
>this place is fucking weird
"Now, then, what would you like to eat miss...?"
>"Golden Corral. Goldie for short."
"Alright then, Golden Corral, what would you like to eat?"
>"Orange juice, please!"

>as you both finish up the meal, Goldie decides to start heading towards the door
>"Well, I suppose I have to go now and try to find an actual home...," she says with a twinge of reluctance
>you clear your throat
"Erm...you don't HAVE to go, right?"
>she looks up at you ecstatically, and gallops toward you
>she jumps onto your lap, and nuzzles your cheek, also getting dust all over your suit
>but you're OK with that
>you have a new roommate now
>"Thanks, uh..."
"Anonymous"
>"Yeah, thanks Anonymous!," Goldie exclaims, getting more dust everywhere
>you're still OK with that
>...as long as she helps pay the bill



"...Why were you hiding in my closet?"
>"It's a long story."

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