Humiliating Anonfilly Epilogue (Original Deleted)

Epilogue to Humiliating Anonfilly, but reading it is not necessary. All that matters is you, anon filly, came in public yesterday in front of Rarity and Pinkie Pie.

In this story, the mane six censure you for it as you are further sexually humiliated.

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>You awake the next morning and head downstairs; Anon is making breakfast.
>"The mane six want to see you," he says.
>Oh no. This is probably about yesterday.
>"It's about yesterday."
>That means Rarity and Pinkie Pie told the rest of them about how you came in front of them. You crouch your filly body to the ground humiliated as the gravity of it crashes down on you.
>"They want you to meet them at the castle at eleven."
>Anon scoops up your cowering body and seats you at the dining table and serves you.
>You barely eat. You are too busy dreading this meeting, yet the thought of being chastised by your friends for cumming arouses you. Why are you like this.
>Anon clears your plate and you head to your room, leaving the door open a crack as always so you don't trap yourself, and you lie on your bed, mind on the upcoming meeting.
>You take a filly bath, doing your best to clean yourself with your useless hooves, and soon depart for the castle.

>You knock on the castle door; Twilight answers.
>"Good morning, anon," she says, smiling with a bit of reticence.
>You enter, head lowered.
>"You probably know why we wanted to talk to you," she continues as she begins leading the way to the living room and you follow.
>Your friend is going to talk to you about how you came in public. This is mortifying.
>"And before anything, the first thing I want you to know is that none of us are angry with you. We're just concerned."
>Of course this is happening. You came naked on a podium in front of two of your friends.
>The three of you arrive at the large double-door leading to the dining/living/meeting room where the rest of them are probably waiting. Twilight uses her magic to open the double-door and you enter.

>The rest of the mane six are seated around a large circular table, waiting for you. Their eyes follow as you walk to an empty seat. You feel like something on exhibit.
>You scramble your filly frame onto one of the wooden chairs and take a seat, and Twilight takes another.
>Four of the ponies are looking at you with an expression of concern while Rarity seems both concerned and disgusted and Rainbow Dash is just disgusted. Twilight begins her allocution, the others letting her speak for them.
>"You know why we've called you here today, anon. First of all, anon, we're still your friends. What you did yesterday doesn't change that. But it really disgusted Rarity, and it is important for you to understand your friends' feelings. I don't know what compelled you to orgasm in front of your friends, but I know it can't have been an a complete accident. Physiology just doesn't work like that. And it's not socially acceptable, at all. It's disgraceful. You know that. And that's why we're worried about you, anon. Yes, this is a friendship problem that we're trying to address, but we're also addressing this because we're your friends."
>Twilight stops speaking, giving the floor to someone else. Rarity picks up and addresses you.
>"Twilight is right. We're doing this because we're your friends. When you sexually humiliated yourself in front of Pinkie Pie and me I was too shocked articulate anything at the time, but it is disgraceful that you would do that. But the really disgraceful part was knowing that you were probably getting off on the disgrace."
>"Rarity," Twilight implores. "You don't need to make anon feel worse than she already does."
>You begin to feel sick at yourself. You expected castigation for cumming in front of your friends, but this is too real. And the fact the disgrace is so real arouses you. You bite your lip and look at the floor.

>"No, let me finish, Twilight," Rarity says. "You said that understanding your friends' feelings is important, and I am going to tell anon how this makes me feel."
>"anon," she continues, addressing you. A second passes and she doesn't say anything. She is probably waiting for you to make eye contact. She wants you to hear this. You force yourself to make eye contact and she continues,
>"What you demonstrated to me yesterday is that you get off on sexual disgrace, on public sexual humiliation. The concerning part is that that is, frankly, sexually humiliating itself, so the fact that I know this about you means that you will get off to.. what will be my different behaviour around you -- I can't help but behave differently around you after something like that -- and... the fact that I know you get off to this just reinforces that, permanently humiliating you in my eyes, which will just arouse you when we're around each other... and it forms a self-reinforcing loop. Frankly, darling," she says, grimacing, still maintaining eye contact as you feel yourself shrink, "you're probably getting off to this right now."
>Your privates had already become engorged at the speech, and at that last sentence, as other ponies' expressions transform to disgust, you lubricate as you grimace and accidentally let out a humiliated squeak.
>"What the buck is wrong with you!" Rainbow Dash yells, slamming her forehooves on the table.
>"Rainbow Dash!" Twilight scathes.
>"What?" Dash counters aggressively. "She's getting off to this right now!"
>You are, so heavily. You wish you weren't. This is mortifying and you are getting off to it. You realise your body language; your forehooves are placed in front of you between your legs blocking any view of your privates. But the really condemning part is that you have been too humiliated to object to anything they've said.

>Applejack tries to come to your rescue, saying,
>"Now, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, we don't know for sure if that's why she did what she did. But if Rarity is right then this meeting is awfully counterproductive."
>"Watch! I'll prove it to you!" Dash exclaims, quickly flying behind your chair and lifting you up under your forehooves as your body hangs on display before Twilight has time to object. You blush crimson and wince as you feel your wetness run down your leg. Everypony except Fluttershy couldn't help but glance; Fluttershy is looking away in empathetic shame.
>Whatever Twilight was about to interject against Dash's picking you up gets stuck in her throat upon her glance at you as Dash smirks and as, for the first time, Twilight's  concerned expression takes on a tinge of worried disgust. Applejack and Pinkie Pie look away in embarrassment for you.
>Dash looks down at where you had been sitting and remarks, "Yuck! She got some on the chair!" Her initial disgust at you has evolved into her enjoying this.
>Twilight recovers and firmly chastises,
>"Rainbow Dash, stop it! She can't help it."
>"So? She still got her cum on the chair. Are you gonna make Rarity clean it up again?" she asks scathingly.
>"I agree that anon should clean up her own discharge," Rarity says, dignified, "but you don't have to rub it in."
>"The only thing I'm gonna rub in is this!" Rainbow sadistically exclaims as she deftly turns your filly body sideways in her arms and rubs your face in your cum.
>"Enough!" Twilight shouts, freezing Rainbow and you in place with magic.
>"Rainbow Dash, put anon down, and leave. We'll talk about this later," Twilight commands, and unfreezes you two.
>Dash places you on the chair and snickers, "Whatever, you know she liked it," and flies out laughing.

>You sit mortified in front of your friends, your sticky fluids smeared on the fur of your face, your genitals on fire.
>Applejack and Pinkie Pie glance at you and grimace before looking away in empathetic shame and pity.
>Fluttershy looks at you and feels sorry for you.
>Rarity's expression changes for the first time from concerned disgust to pity.
>"I think this meeting is over," Twilight says bluntly.
>"I'd actually like to say something," offers Rarity.
>"Rarity, just look at anon," Twilight says. "I don't know how we'll fix this, but this whole meeting just made everything a hundred times worse."
>"No, it went perfectly," Rarity rebuffs. Everypony looks at her as she continues.
>"Rainbow's boorish behaviour against anon was somehow exactly what we needed. My original feelings about the situation have changed completely, in spite of that stuff on her face counterproductively coming from her arousal to the humiliation of our trying to address that very problem. Sure, I doubt I'll ever again be able to look at anon the same way, but I can move on in our friendship. I think we all can." There are murmurs of agreement.
>She looks at you and adds with a smile, "I don't think she can humiliate herself any more than she already has."