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Anon and Lyra's Fantasies Come True

By CosmicNaute
Created: 18th December 2020 05:18:04 AM

  1. >Darkness.
  2. >Well a dimly lit room anyway.
  3. >Your senses come to you like you’ve been jarred from a deep sleep.
  4. >You feel like you’re on some kind of sod-like soft grass.
  5. >But the last thing you can recall is drifting to sleep on your crumb covered bed.
  6. >Alcohol better not have led you astray… again.
  7. >But as you roll yourself over, you notice it’s synthetic.
  8. >Pushing yourself up you notice the source of the light.
  9. >Your trusty cellular device of choice; screen on full brightness emitting an attractive glow.
  10. >Instinctively you reach out for your digital second-life.
  11. >Glancing at the screen you see it’s open to a notepad.
  12. >Groggily you scan over the words that you don’t remember typing.
  13. >’Congratulations Anon Y. Mouse! You’ve been selected by the Interdimensional Council of Sensible Chuckles for a social experiment most lulzy. We understand that you –‘
  14. >Your reading is cut short by the sudden onslaught of light; instinctively you recoil, locking your phone.
  15. >”Who? Wait, what!?... Are… You?”
  16. >A feminine and half-familiar voice chirps out.
  17. >As your eyes adjust to the searing light you meagerly sputter out.
  18. “I’m a-a-a-“
  19. >”A human!”
  20. >Her voice cuts in, stating the subjective obvious.
  21. “Well yes. I mean…”
  22. >Your brain tries to process what to say next as you blink the blurriness out of your eyes.
  23. >What you’re greeted by could only be described as the result of some sleepless drug addled trip manifesting itself as reality.
  24. >A mint green pony standing in the doorway across the room staring at you in much the same way you were staring at her.
  25. >On que you both mutter to each other.
  26. “No f-b-ucking way…”
  27. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  28. >You blink hard trying to comprehend what the hell…
  29. >Is this hell…?
  30. >No. What the heaven…
  31. >Is going on.
  32. >You’re Lyra Heartstrings, and your favorite Little-
  33. >Ok, not so Little-
  34. >Human just popped into existence right on your bedroom floor.
  35. >This was just like so many crappy self-insert fanfics you’ve clopped to…
  36. >But only this was real life, your life… HOLY CELESTIA YES!
  37. >Wait… He’s in your room.
  38. >Nervously you glance around the little box of sad horse stuff you spend 70% of your time in – alone -.
  39. >Incriminating MLH posters, those poorly fan-made figures of Anon among your other lesser faves, your completely messy bed which hasn’t been washed in… too long…. Oh no…
  40. >What would a stall… ummm… man… like him think of you after being dropped into your marecave?
  41. >Wait, play it cool hay-for-brains… Maybe he just won’t notice his surroundings…
  42. >Oh never mind, no, he’s looking around.
  43. >I’m so screwed.
  44. >Maybe I should say something?
  45. >You go to speak, but before you could open your muzzle he’s speaking to you.
  46. >”Hey, so, ummm, sweet as rig you’ve got there Lyra. I can call you that right, that’s your name?”
  47. >He’s gesturing toward your gaming tower with his… hands.
  48. “Oh, heh, yah that old monster… I mean yah it’ll run Fallout Equestria 4 at like 100fps ultra…”
  49. >Your honestly shocked a male would ever be interested in computer stuff… but
  50. >Hold the sun back for a second.
  51. >He knows your name… which means…
  52. >You look back at him, much harder than before.
  53. >He wasn’t in his trademark suite, and his hair was more than a little ruffled, but that was certainly the Anon you knew and loved.
  54. “You’re name is Anon… Anon. Y. Mous. Right? And yes… you can call me Lyra, Lyra Heartstrings.”
  55. >Be Anon.
  56. >So this is how you guessed, judging by her posters and other spergy-horse stuff.
  57. >Somehow, just as you knew her from the MLP show and fandom, they had a similar show and probably fandom here in horse-world…
  58. >Dimensions man, shit made your brain hurt to think about too hard.
  59. >And you know, those poorly repainted human figurines looked an awful lot like… you.
  60. >Ok, ok… don’t focus too much on that… lets just play this cool and see where this all goes.
  61. >Just now, as you’re really beginning to observer her room, does the smell of it hit you.
  62. >Musky… and lonely… with hints of mint air freshener… It’s giving you a partial chub damnit!
  63. >Pushing certain thoughts away for the moment you can’t help but marvel at her impressive computer setup.
  64. >Albeit there’s a certain amount of pone refuse around it, chip bags, a few empty bottles, and the air filters certainly haven’t been dusted ever…
  65. >You’d definitely game on dat doe.
  66. >If it only had a keyboard.
  67. >But it was a pretty good distraction from the much larger questions, and something both of y’all could certainly relate to.
  68. >Also a real Fallout Equestria game, now that you HAD to see, and PLAY!
  69. >But anyway she asked you a question… and it’s taking you a while to reply.
  70. “Yep, that would be me, but really, Anon is fine, or Mr. Mous… that always had a cool sound to it… but ummm, no, just Anon.”
  71. >Yep, definitely not losing any spaghetti at all here.
  72. >Engage damage control.
  73. “So you were talking about Fallout Equestria 4? Mind, you know… showing me? I kinda always wanted to play a FO:E game.”
  74. >She seemed a bit nervous as you asked, and a little more than sheepish to turn the machine on.
  75. >“Ummm would you really want to play ~that~? I mean it’s kinda really violent, and well would a guy…?
  76. >She trails off, tail swishing nervously as she approaches you.
  77. >It takes a moment, but it finally clicks in your mind.
  78. “Stallions in Equestria really aren’t really bitches are they? For real? I mean really.”
  79. >You can see Lyra wince just a little bit at that, but she recovers pretty fast, and gets a little closer to you than she needed to while trotting to her computer.
  80. >hopping up to her swivel chair, she rotates over to you, who’ve gotten comfy sitting on her soft floor.
  81. >”What? You thought mares wouldn’t be the one expected to do everything for the stallion? There’s like three stallions for every four mares… and well, us mares gotta be tough, and smooth, and hardworking… and stuff… to get one.”
  82. >You give her a deadpan stare.
  83. “So stallions are bitches here.”
  84. >She doesn’t even break, beautiful golden, eye contact.
  85. >“Stallions are bitches man.”
  86. >You raise an eyebrow and give her a sly look.
  87. “And you ain’t no batches’ mare are yah.”
  88. >She actually smirks a bit at that one.
  89. >”Heh, does it look like I am?”
  90. >You take a second look around her comfy little bedroom.
  91. >But while you do that the whirl of fans and gentle hum of capacitors charging grabs your attention.
  92. >She’s sitting in her chair in a very pony fashion, not at all like the Lyra meme you’d come to know her by, horn glowing, obviously doing some sort of verification to log into her PC.
  93. >A moment later her screen flashes to a familiar looking home screen with tons of little icons, likely mostly for games.
  94. >”So Fallout Equestria 4 you said?”
  95. “My attention, you’ve got all of it.”
  96. >Be Lyra.
  97. >Be several hours later.
  98. >Be blasting your way through some glorious 1440p raider den with your new real life companion Anon back seat captaining you.
  99. >He couldn’t exactly play himself, you didn’t have a non-magic controller… and you’re pretty sure they didn’t make one that would work with hands.
  100. >But he was having a helluva blast just asking you to explore.
  101. >And you had to admit you hadn’t had this much fun in months… well not at lease since they had that one fan mod which let you bang the radio host in graphic detail.
  102. >Yah that was a good mod…
  103. >Just like the one that made all the characters naked humans…
  104. >Oh Luna damnit mind, don’t go there, not now!
  105. >But your damn sexless body was betraying you, and these sweats were getting awfully hot.
  106. >But what would Anon think if you took them off… It was natural for ponies to go around with nothing on… but maybe he didn’t know that.
  107. >There was only one way of knowing…
  108. >Suddenly a raider mini bail-fire bombs you from point blank killing both you and the raider in magic green fire.
  109. >”Holy crap that was cool! They even have mini bail-fire nukes!”
  110. >Anon’s behind you, cheering at the ultra-violent death like some kind of little filly.
  111. >Damn he’s cute when he does that…
  112. >Stupid brain.
  113. >But science!
  114. >You take the opportunity to exit out of the game.
  115. >It’s time to start actually addressing some of the minotaur’s in the room… oh like that one human who happens to be in your room.
  116. >You swivel around to him, and hop down, letting your tail swish against him for the briefest of seconds, before promptly sitting down next to him.
  117. >You take note of how he freezes a bit, when your tail brushes him.
  118. “Sooo Anon… You knew me from a show right? Kinda like how I know you from one…
  119. >”Yah My Little – “
  120. “Pony?”
  121. >you cut in again.
  122. >”Yep that one. Fourth generation… don’t ask about the other generations.”
  123. >You let your curiosity go about that one, more staying focused on your earlier thought.
  124. “And… if I told you that you were my favorite human from the show…”
  125. >He chuckles a bit to himself before stretching his legs out on your floor.
  126. >”I’d ask if you had any porn of me.”
  127. >Your face turns red near instantly as hundreds of fap pics flash before your mind’s eye.
  128. >”So I’d take that as a yes…”
  129. >You shake off as much of the embarrassment as you can.
  130. “Well that wasn’t… exactly what I was going to ask… I mean, well. You’re my favorite human… but who’s your favorite…
  131. >you can’t even say the last word, anxiety choking you.
  132. >But you don’t need to, he understands.
  133. >Without a real pause he turns to you.
  134. >”Well you of course… but I always thought you were kind of… you know… with Bon-Bon… I mean that’s what the whole fanon around you thought.”
  135. >You’re taken aback a bit by this.
  136. >Bon-Bon was just your best girl friend, and well best friend period.
  137. >But you’d never DONE anything. Just got drinks, talked, and ok, maybe once kissed just because you’d never kissed anyone before, and she wanted to show you what you were missing… But definitely nothing sexual!
  138. >You shake your head violently, flinging your messy mane all over your face.
  139. “No, no, no… we’re just friends! And you, well, you’re not with your best friend either? Right?”
  140. >Now it’s his turn to be shocked and appalled.
  141. >”What, of course not! I mean we once compared our dicks, but not in a, like, sexual way. Where’d you get this idea from!?”
  142. “Anon, do you really want to know…?”
  143. >”You know you gotta show me…”
  144. “I just have to warn you… some of it’s really poorly drawn.”
  145. >”Heh, you know I’m gunna show you some shit now too.”
  146. “Well it’s a deal then.”
  147. >You hold your hoof out to Anon, and he seems to get the gesture immediately, but not in the way you thought.
  148. >Instead of bumping your hoof, he grasps it in his hand and shakes gently.
  149. >You shake back, blushing somewhat at this first real touch.
  150. >He seems to be feeling your hoof up a bit.
  151. >You both let go awkwardly before you jump back up to your computer… and brace yourself for maximum embarrassment.
  152. >Be Anon.
  153. >And be red as a tomato.
  154. >But also be laughing your ass off.
  155. >You’d never imagined yourself staring in gay porn.
  156. >Not least of all with so many of your acquaintances and relatives.
  157. >But damn those mares sure liked to draw you with a big juicy horse cock.
  158. >And Lyra was right, there were certainly a lot of poorly drawn ones, but mixed in were the occasional good ones.
  159. >You kinda liked the idea of having a massive horse dick…
  160. >Though Lyra already admitted that she liked the “monkey anatomy” pictures a lot more than the “normal” ones.
  161. >You could see her constantly glancing down at your crotch like the lusty little mare she is.
  162. >And you couldn’t help but notice the mysterious wet patch on her sweat pants she was making so much effort to nonchalantly hide from you.
  163. >But you were starting to get tired of all the gay porn of yourself.
  164. >Wonder if this is how Chad Thundercock feels when he’s going back through all his sex tapes?
  165. >Ahhh anyway you had your end of the bargain to keep up… somehow…
  166. >Stretching yourself out in a way that totally wasn’t attempting to tuck your boner into your waistband, you poke Lyra in the side.
  167. >Of course she made the cutest “eep!”, but that’s beside the point.
  168. “Well anyway I’ve seen enough of myself getting dicked in the ass by horse cock for one lifetime… How’d you like to see some of your *ahem* ‘fan art’?
  169. >You could see her ears twitch as her face turned a bit more rose than before.
  170. >”I-I thought you’d never ask!”
  171. >Wow was she a bit more excited than you thought she should be.
  172. >”But one thing first… You wouldn’t mind if I-we-um maybe…
  173. >She mumbled off into incomprehensible squeaks.
  174. >You were legitimately curious.
  175. >She’d just spent the past half hour showing you all sorts of pictures you can only guess she’s fapped to.
  176. >What could make her embarrassed anymore?
  177. “I wouldn’t mind if we… what?”
  178. >She looks away, but takes a deep breath, obviously bracing herself,
  179. >Shutting her eyes tight she turns back to you, and gasps out.
  180. >”Mind if we take off our clothes!”
  181. >Now it’s your turn to turn rose red.
  182. >”It’s just I’m so hot, and ponies don’t normally wear clothes so much, and umm, ummm, I want to see the real you… and maybe you ummm want to see the real… me?”
  183. >Damn.
  184. >Just damn… she’s got some courage.
  185. >But you ain’t about to deny that kinda offer.
  186. >Well not at least without some kinda catch anyway.
  187. >You just notice she’s still got her eyes closed tight, and has been holding her breath.
  188. >Heh, damn cute horse powers.
  189. >You got a sly idea.
  190. “What are you joking!?”
  191. >You see her literally deflate before you.
  192. >Ok, maybe you were a little bit of an ass there.
  193. “We’re just going to skip the whole making out part!?
  194. >Suddenly her eyes are wide open, surprise plastered on her nervous face.
  195. >Probably shoulda started out with suggesting to kiss… but whatever, were getting there!
  196. >You don’t bother to hold up any longer, rather making your intentions clear by slowly moving your face closer to hers.
  197. >She’s breathing heavily, but so are you.
  198. >Her breath smells a little stale, like she hadn’t brushed in a day… perfect…
  199. >”Heh.. wait!”
  200. >You pause, giving her a curious look.
  201. >”J-just let me, let me get some gum… my breath…”
  202. “Is perfect?”
  203. >”Wha-“
  204. >You take the initiative, and close the gap, awkwardly smashing your lips against hers.
  205. >Your lips don’t quite line up on her muzzle like human lips would, but with a minor tilt of the head, you fix that.
  206. >After her minor shock wears off she gets into it in only the way a spergy pone could; passionately.
  207. >She practically falls off her chair on top of you as your tongues find their rhythm.
  208. >She’s not very practiced, but nor are you.
  209. >Her mouth has a rather present taste. Somewhat sweet, somewhat musky, and not minty in the least.
  210. >Her hooves are rubbing up and down your chest and arms, and you can’t keep your hands out of her soft, messy mane.
  211. >After a few more moments you both pull away, panting.
  212. >”Heh, so… yah… total how I imagined it would be.”
  213. “Same.”
  214. >She’s resting on top of you, and you can feel the heat irradiating from her body, and a certain sogginess against your crotch.
  215. >She makes a prolonged motion, rubbing her crotch against yours as she magics her sweatshirt off.
  216. >The motion is killing you, but not quite as much as the sight of her disrobing on top of you.
  217. >Next thing you know she’s hopped off you and is beginning to wrap her sweatpants in her golden magic grip.
  218. >Your fully aware of the wet patch between her legs, but then again, that is what she is sort of waving in your face.
  219. >But before you’re treated to the full show, she turns around, giving you a little
  220. >”Ahem~”
  221. “Oh, yah, right, deal and stuff.”
  222. >You rip off your shirt, revealing your all too average bod… which Lyra was now rubbing down with her hooves.
  223. >”Did you know you’re just like I imagined… some artists want to make humans all hairy and stuff…”
  224. >Not that the sudden physical attention wasn’t a little awkward for you, but you had sort of seen the fan art of you that practically gave you a full fur coat.
  225. “Ummm yahhh.”
  226. >You return the affection by scratching along Lyra’s back, eliciting a prolonged moan.
  227. >She was obviously enjoying your scratching more than her attempts at belly rubs.
  228. >Bet the humies fantasized about rubbing human belly just as much as the bronies did… Well, let her live out her fantasies… that’s what you’re here for anyway… right?
  229. >Lets not question that just yet…
  230. >Be Lyra.
  231. >And oh my Celestia his belly IS soft! And squishy! But not too squishy!
  232. >You could only imagine some of those other monkeybuckers on /mlh/ creaming themselves right now if they had this opportunity.
  233. >Hell you were just about creaming yourself right now.
  234. >But he wasn’t here for just your pleasure… right?
  235. >Lets not think about that one hay-brain!
  236. >He took his shirt off, and you were leading this one… here’s nothing.
  237. “Well ummm… hope I’m like you… imagined…”
  238. >You turn around, cover your face, and hope for the best.
  239. >With a single magical tug, you pull off you sweatpants, revealing your winking mess to your Little Human.
  240. >Silence…
  241. >And more silence…
  242. >Was this bad… did he not like what he saw?
  243. >Did he expect monkey bits instead of your boring old mare bits?
  244. >You force yourself to turn around, and see him… just staring… like he was looking into the void.
  245. >”C-can I… touch it- I mean you?”
  246. >His voice was more than a little shaky.
  247. >But his question couldn’t have been better to boost your confidence.
  248. >You turn around.
  249. “Nope!”
  250. >You say with a smug smile.
  251. >He puts on the cutest little pout.
  252. >”But why?”
  253. “First you’ve gotta show me yours, then you gotta show me your porn of me~”
  254. >He seems to take a second to process that.
  255. >”Well first parts easy.”
  256. >Without much fanfare he rips his jeans off to your absolute delight.
  257. >Now it’s you who’s staring into the void of his fully erect hot monkey dick.
  258. >You just want to lean forward and taste it… would it taste like your custom dildo and lube set…?
  259. >Ah gotta get those thoughts outta my mind… I’ve got the real thing right here!
  260. >”Ahem. Eyes up here…”
  261. >Your face shots up to meet his eyes.
  262. “Heh, sorry… just like I imagined is all.”
  263. >”Same here, but you’re making me feel like a god damn porn star or something…”
  264. “Well maybe you are to some~”
  265. >“Yah, yah, keep the hooves and moth, and whatever else to yourself for a second, and tell me what one of those are.”
  266. >He gestures to one of the small rectangular ports on the front of her computer tower.
  267. “What, a UCB port?”
  268. >Now he’s practically laughing…
  269. >What did you say?
  270. >”No, you can’t be real, can you? Don’t tell me that stands for Universal Cereal Buss or something?”
  271. >You raise an eyebrow.
  272. “And what if that is what it stands for?”
  273. >Now he’s literally dying, rolling on your floor… which you should probably vacuum.
  274. >He’s muttering something about ‘fucking horse puns’… Whatever…
  275. “So yah got some porn of me or should we just buck now?”
  276. >He stops rolling and looks at you with what you could best guess were his bedroom eyes.
  277. >”Well as much as I’d like to skip the foreplay, we have a deal… and this is always my favorite part of the clop fics I read anyway…”
  278. >He reaches into a pocket of his jeans and retrieves a keyring with what looks like a little UCB flash drive on it.
  279. >Without hesitation he picks himself up, and plops down on your chair.
  280. >You hope he doesn’t notice the marecum stains on the fabric…
  281. >Or maybe you do hope he notices.
  282. >Well he’s gotta notice the smell anyway…
  283. >Damnit brain, you’re killing me.
  284. >He’s got the device plugged in, and you both can tell your machine recognized it.
  285. >Talk about a deus ex machina…
  286. >But now he’s got a problem… I’m the only one who can navigate the computer.
  287. >And he knows.
  288. >”Say… wanna hop up on  my lap?”
  289. >You don’t even need to think about that one.
  290. >Carefully you relax your back against Anon’s belly and chest, letting his dick rest up against your vag.
  291. >You couldn’t ignore the warmth of his monkey member against your winking marehood…
  292. >And he seemed to be fidgeting a bit too.
  293. >”So yah, anyway can you navigate to the folder pic, then pone, then 34, then well… Lyra?”
  294. “Sure thing… but first you gotta pay the toll.”
  295. >You gyrate your hips a bit.
  296. >”Toll?”
  297. >You twist around, and kiss him.
  298. >He had his turn to surprise you, now it was your turn.
  299. >This time around you both knew better what to do.
  300. >As your tongues twirled, you let your hips rock a bit, peppering his dick with your winking clit.
  301. >Damn, you could just coat his dick with your cum…
  302. >But first.
  303. >You break the kiss, and navigate to the aforementioned folder.
  304. >And you’re greeted with over a gigabyte of, well, yourself… in every kind of position.
  305. >Be Anon.
  306. >And hot damn are you really being grinded on by Lrya as she peruses your clop folder of her?!
  307. >Her curser hovers over an image, and it expands.
  308. >It’s actually one of the few SFW images you have. It’s of her and Bon-Bon from ~that one scene~
  309. >”I-is this why they think I’m gay for Bon-Bon?”
  310. “Well partially… the fandom had a lot to do with that too yah know… kinda like with me and my friends… and family.”
  311. >”Yah your right… so got any of Bons and me fucking?”
  312. >Damn she’s getting a lot more comfortable around you… but you know you get that way when you share your porn of each other I guess.
  313. “Just keep scrolling down… and I hope you can handle some really badly drawn stuff… and some really weird stuff.”
  314. >She just turns to you and deadpans.
  315. >”Like this isn’t strange enough already?”
  316. “Yah, nah… don’t ask me to eat out your ass then.”
  317. >”Ewww, why’d you bring it there?”
  318. >She mock paws at your face with a hoof while wiggling her hips into yours.
  319. >Her scrolling stops on a rather poorly drawn image of her and Bon-Bon, just the thing y’all needed.
  320. >He face scrunches up as she looks over the obvious product of a hyper sexual teenager.
  321. >”But our bits don’t even look like that…”
  322. “Humanization… That’s kind of like what woman bits look like… but also the proportions are all fucked up.”
  323. >”Ha, tell me about it. Plus, we’d totally want to stare into each other’s eyes if me and Bons were to buck.”
  324. >One of the hands you have around Lyra’s belly slowly sinks to teat level.
  325. >You feel her body go a little rigid as you caress a hardened nipple between your thumb and forefingers.
  326. >She scrolls further down to a rather apropos pic of her on a bed commenting how weird boobs are.
  327. >You let your fingers take in the supple texture of her teat juxtaposed against the firmness of her nipple.
  328. >”You know… when you think about it… boobs are kind of weird.”
  329. >Suddenly she turns her head around and licks your own nipple… and then begins suckling on it.
  330. >You gotta admit, it feels kinda good.
  331. >But she breaks off after a second.
  332. >”Heh, sorry…”
  333. >She says through a blush.
  334. >”Just another… you know… fantasy.”
  335. “You know I’m gunna have my tongue all over you… and that sorta did feel… nice.”
  336. >Satisfied, she happily scoots her rump a bit more, letting her clit work it’s winking magic against your dick some more.
  337. >She continues to scroll until she reaches a rather well drawn one of her being rammed from behind.
  338. >Save for the cutie mark and color, it looked very similar to one she had on her hard drive.
  339. >Needless to say she copied it over to her desktop.
  340. “See something you like?”
  341. >”Oh just ideas and stuff… you know…”
  342. >You could feel her marecum beginning to drip down your own thighs.
  343. >You were half tempted to finger a bit up and taste it for science… but you’d have much more from the source soon enough.
  344. >She’s continuing to scroll through countless hours of artist’s blood, sweat, and cum until she finds another that sticks out to her.
  345. >It was a pic of her and Bon-Bon in a bar.
  346. >They were pleasuring each other with their hooves under the table.
  347. >”Now that! That is what I call porn! Just when I though humans couldn’t do a proper pony love scene.”
  348. “Well I wouldn’t call most of your human porn very arousing for me either…”
  349. >She’s gyrating her hips some more, and rubbing her back into your chest.
  350. >Her mane is actually kind of ticklish against your chin and neck… in a very erotic sort of way.
  351. >No doubt you both were gaining some new fetishes.
  352. >”And you know, I never even thought of using our rear hooves like that in a bar… Though it would be kind of dirty… I like it~”
  353. >She saves that one.
  354. >The next one she clicks on was obviously drawn by someone who absolutely failed at coloring.
  355. >It was of Lyra spreading herself… only her inner walls were the same color as her coat.
  356. >”You don’t really think my insides are the same color as my coat… do you?”
  357. “Does a bear shit in the woods?”
  358. >”Maybe in your world…”
  359. “No. I know your insides aren’t mint green.”
  360. >You give her teat a little squeeze for punctuation.
  361. >”Ha, good. I was afraid I’d have disappointed you there.”
  362. “Frankly I’d be worried if your vag was green… That can’t be healthy.”
  363. >She was near the end of your folder before her curser landed on a comic.
  364. >It was one of her getting royally finger fucked… One of your faves… even if it wasn’t anatomically correct.
  365. >Her eyes darted over it as she leaned forward to read it.
  366. >”Wow…”
  367. >You could feel her clit winking faster as she read it.
  368. >”C-can we try that?”
  369. >You let your fingers trail a little lower so they were over top her clit.
  370. >You give it a little rub, eliciting a small moan.
  371. “I’d be disappointed if we didn’t.”
  372. >You give her clit another little circular rub, and suddenly you feel her tense in your arms.
  373. >A small deluge of thick fluid rushes from her pussy, completely soaking your dick.
  374. >Her hips gyrate and grind on your dick as her clit winks wildly.
  375. >Damn she might just send you over the edge if she doesn’t stop soon.
  376. >Instead she simply turns around so she can better grind on you.
  377. >Wrapping her hooves around you she madly grinds against your dick.
  378. >Her cum is slathering your dick and belly as she continues to viciously grind.
  379. >She’s obviously out for your own pleasure now, and perhaps a second orgasm of her own.
  380. >Fuck, the pressure of her mare cum coated teats against your dick is just too much.
  381. >With a loud groan you shoot your load between your bellies.
  382. >Hey gyrations peak in near rhythm, releasing yet another deluge of marecum down your dick and thighs.
  383. >Mere seconds later her rigid body relaxes in your grasp, and her forelegs droop to your sides.
  384. >”T-that… that was so…”
  385. >She’s lost the words to describe the sensation.
  386. >You don’t even bother trying to articulate the feeling into words, rather opting to just hold her close in each other’s shared afterglow.
  387. >Sure enough you’d both need to clean each other up, rehydrate, and continue…
  388. >But that’s for tomorrow.
  389. >You think you can see the sun beginning it’s journey up the sky outside her window.
  390. >She’s already about asleep.
  391. >You too.
  392. >Without worrying about each other’s mess, you merely carry her into her, thankfully quite large for a pony, bed.
  393. >Throwing the covers over the both of you, she snuggles into you like some kind of living, breathing body pillow.
  394. >”Love you Anon…”
  395. “Love you too Lyra~”
  396. >Soon sleep takes you both.
  397. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  398. >In another dimension not too far away…
  399. >A grandfather and his grandson sit in front of a TV hooked up to Interdimensional cable.
  400. >”Rick! H-he didn’t even, you know… read, read the note we left him… How’s he supposed to, you know, know he’s gunna have to send a report back to his dimension?”
  401. >”*Buuurp* Don’t worry bout it uhh Morty. He, he’s already agreed to it by getting all squanchy with that unicorn girl.”
  402. >“B-but, what if he, ughhh, well you know… doesn’t agree?”
  403. >”Look, Morty, didn’t he r-read *burp* the first line. The blah blah blah about a lulzy social experiment. He shoulda known thereda been some kinda catch for the pone poontang. You-you don’t just get to go to ughhh other dimensions and fuck around all you want Morty. There are consequences, real life decisions…”
  404. >”I-I don’t know though Rick… it just seems kinda wrong… Like why did we have to watch all of it?”
  405. >”WE didn’t Morty! Y-you just didn’t get up and *Buuurp* leave now did you? You coulda gotten up at any time and left Morty, but you didn’t. You stayed right there in that seat… Probably too embarrassed of your boner!”
  406. >”What! No! I… I was just waiting for you to leave.”
  407. >”Me? Leave this kinda hot interdimensional action!? This is usually the stuff you gotta pay for! I just bet you wish you were that horsefucker Morty! Getting that hot ponetang.”
  408. >”S-shut up Rick, your sick!”
  409. >”Bitches I know! Wubalubadubdub!
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