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Dazzling Vignettes

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 18th December 2020 02:48:21 PM

  1. > Be Sonata, mistress of torment!
  2. > Poor, poor Anon
  3. > He didn't do anything wrong, just tried to return a wallet to a pretty girl
  4. > Now he's curled up in the corner, rocking back and forth
  5. > You sneak over and poke him
  6. > He jumps awkwardly, his shoulder hitting the ground first
  7. > He ends up on his back, groaning
  8. > So cute!
  9. "Sooooo, you said you found something of mine?"
  10. > He whimpers and tries to roll up onto his side
  11. > We can't have that!
  12. > You kneel beside him, feeling almost motherly
  13. > You grab his shoulder and roll him right onto his back again
  14. "Hey, it's not nice to make moaning sounds when a girl asks you a question. Now tell me, where is my wallet?"
  15. > He stares at you, his left eye twitching
  16. > "It's not yours. E-even though it has yo- someone's student ID in it. No, not yours."
  17. "For reeeeeaaaaaalllllziiiiieeeesssss?"
  18. > Anon nods jerkily
  19. "Okay!"
  20. > He tries to get up, but you press him back to the ground
  21. > Anon stares at you in confusion
  22. "Belly tax."
  23. > "What?"
  24. "You'll see."
  25. > With that, you lift his shirt up halfway
  26. > Look at that tummy, just pudgy enough to
  27. > You poke your finger into his stomach
  28. > "What."
  29. > Ignoring his silly noises, you poke his belly some more
  30. "Hehehe, nice tummy, Pillsbury!"
  31. > "Hey!"
  32. > But you're not done, not by a long shot
  33. > You seize his belly in both hands, relishing how soft and squishy it is
  34. > Anon doesn't have anything to say about this development
  35. > Oh hey, his pants are doing someth-
  36. "You're getting off on this?"
  37. > "N-no!"
  38. > You stare at his perfect stomach in revulsion
  39. > You draw back your hand and give him a good slap
  40. > A wave ripples across his flesh
  41. > Serves him ri-
  42. > That is definitely a boner
  43. > Ew ew ew ew
  44. > You just don't want to touch him anymore
  45. > You get up slowly, not at all like you want to run away from the boner cooties
  46. > Aria said they are sticky and gross and you really don't want to find out
  47. "Anon, I gotta go, see ya later!"
  48. > You skip away like the mistress of torment that you are
  49. > You round the corner, wait a bit, then stick you head back around the corner
  50. "And Anon?"
  51. > He looks up at you as he gets up
  52. > "Yes?"
  53. "Let me know if you find my wallet, it's been missing for a while, and I'm starting to get worried."
  54. > As you skip away, you hear Anon scream in frustration
  55. > You grin, your work here is done
  56.  
  57. ----------
  58. > Be Anon, janitor extraordinaire of CHS
  59. > In the past two years you have seen things
  60. > As such, when a grumpy girl floats by, flapping some folders, you don't make a fuss
  61. > Though you do note that her breasts are absurdly large and unnaturally perky
  62. > It was only a matter of time, when you have girls and magic together
  63. > Might as well get to work
  64. > You close your door behind you and cross the street to the school
  65. > The floating girl notices you
  66. > "Oh, it's you. Could you give me a hand here?"
  67. > Kids these days
  68. "Alright. How you want to do this?"
  69. > She considers this
  70. > "Get me a leaf blower or some rocks or something."
  71. > Reasonable enough
  72. > You jog back to your backyard and grab a few broken bits of a cinder block
  73. > When you return, Area or whatever is resting her arms on her floating mammaries
  74. > "About time."
  75. "Oh, so you didn't want these?"
  76. > You heft the cement pieces
  77. > Maria's frown deepens
  78. > "Look, this hasn't been the greatest morning for me. Cut me some slack, alright?"
  79. > That's probably the best you're going to get out of her
  80. "Alright. How'd this happen anyway?"
  81. > You walk around her, reaching for her backpack
  82. > She turns her head, trying to keep an eye on you
  83. > "You know Twilight? Flat chest, magical?"
  84. > You unzip the main compartment and drop one of the rocks in
  85. "About what I figured, but why you and why are you floating?"
  86. > Amelia rolls her eyes
  87. > "Near as I can tell, it's every girl in the area. As for floating, Twilight just learned about lower back pain, and wanted to solve that. She says the expansion is part of levitation effect, but I think we all know that's bullshit."
  88. > You drop the rest of the chunks of cement in, and her feet hit the ground with a soft tap
  89. > She takes a few experimental steps, looks like the moon landing
  90. > Wario turns and gives you a wave
  91. > "Thanks for the rocks. See you around."
  92. "Right. Just remember to return them when the spell wears off."
  93. > "Yeah yeah, it'd be terrible if you didn't get your rocks."
  94. "Punk."
  95. > She grins and turns away, her hips twitching back and forth as she takes small steps
  96. > Nice
  97. > Still, you don't think you have enough rocks for everyone
  98. > Hopefully the other girls will be more sensible than folder-flapper over there
  99. > ...
  100. > Maybe you can herd them around with a leaf blower...
  101. > Your cellphone rings
  102. > Celestia?
  103. "Hello, this is Anon."
  104. > "Anonymous, I'm afraid we need your help with a delicate matter."
  105. "Yes?"
  106. > "Could you come over and get my sister and I down? We seem to be stuck to the ceiling."
  107. "Right away."
  108. > The Principal and the Vice Principal in pajamas with inflated boobs?
  109. > You wouldn't miss it for the world
  110.  
  111. --------
  112.  
  113. > Be Anon, confused owner of a blue raspberry ring pop
  114. > Who even likes blue raspberry?
  115. > Sonata, you guess, since she's the one who gave it to you
  116. > She giggles and scampers away
  117. > Not the weirdest thing you've seen as Taco Bell cashier, but this girl is clearly not all there
  118. > Hours later, you clock out and go home
  119. > You unlock the door to your apartment, shifting your bag of leftover tacos to the other hand
  120. > Why are the lights on?
  121. > Wait, why is she-
  122. > "Welcome home, Jelly!"
  123. > Why is she ironing the newspaper?
  124. "Am I...jelly?"
  125. > Sonata nods happily
  126. > "You are so jelly. Like, for realsies."
  127. > Right
  128. "Let me start over. Why are you in my apartment? In fact, how did you get in my apartment?"
  129. > She pauses, setting the iron aside
  130. > "I'm you're wife! Don't you remember our beautiful wedding?"
  131. > What is she talking about?
  132. "You mean, when I brought a taco to you and you threw a ring pop at my face?"
  133. > "You do remember!"
  134. > ...
  135. "You're insane."
  136. > Sonata shakes her head
  137. > "I'm only crazy for you."
  138. > ...
  139. > "For realsies."
  140. > ...
  141. "That's not disturbing. Or the point. I never agreed to this, you are not my wife!"
  142. > She looks at you with sad, teary eyes
  143. > "D-divorced at my age... where am I going to find a handsome young man to sell my body to for tacos?"
  144. > ...
  145. "Sonata,-"
  146. > "You know my name!"
  147. > And now she's happy again
  148. "You do come to my workplace fairly often. But that's not the point. I think we have a case of you not knowing what the hell it means to be married."
  149. > "Nuh uh, I totally know what it means to be married!"
  150. "Enlighten me."
  151. > Sonata blushes a little, smoothing out the folds of her skirt
  152. > "It's when a man and a woman love tacos very much, and the man gives the woman some of his tacos and all of his dick and they have little babies wrapped in tortillas."
  153. > what
  154. "What."
  155. > "You know, those really big tortillas? Like, for crunchwraps?"
  156. "Please tell me you don't eat the babies."
  157. > "Oh gross! No, why would you even think that? The tortilla is just their heritage, you know?"
  158. "Right, how silly of me. Now let me tell you what I think being married is. It's when a man and a woman love each other very much, after dating and getting to know each other over a long period of time, and they decide -together- to get married. There's also a ceremony in a church, or in a park if you're gay."
  159. > Sonata tilts her head to the side
  160. > "That's the fakest thing I have ever heard. How do you come up with this stuff?"
  161. > She gasps
  162. > "Are you a writer? Is tacos, like, your secret identity, and writing is your super suit? Where's your super suit, I want to see it!"
  163. > You set the bag of left over tacos on your kitchen card table
  164. "I'm not a writer, and even if I was, I wouldn't have a super suit. My point is, I don't think we're married."
  165. > You walk back to the door and open it
  166. "Now would you please go back to where you came from?"
  167. > She isn't even paying attention
  168. > Sonata is bent over, digging through the bag and happily counting the tacos
  169. "Those are my tacos! You can't have them!"
  170. > She starts fussing with her skirt's waistband
  171. > "Sorry, I'm still new to being your taco wife. Here, you can fuck me while I eat."
  172. > She slides her skirt and panties down, presenting you with her perky ass and moist womanhood
  173. > You close the door gently
  174. "Fair enough."
  175. > Your name is Anon, Sonata's taco husband
  176.  
  177. > Be Anon, worn out from a long day at work
  178. > If you could just melt into the couch and never get up, you would be a happy man
  179. > You take long, deep breaths, relaxing, loosening,
  180. > The door to your apartment opens and Sonata comes stumbling in
  181. "Welcome home."
  182. > She groans and flops face down on the couch
  183. > You let her feet fall to your lap with little protest, just a mild,
  184. "Hey."
  185. > Somehow your girlfriend got a job as a hostess at a Mexican restaurant
  186. > Mostly that entails standing around and walking guests to their table
  187. > Considering high heels are part of the dress code...
  188. > You know your duty
  189. > The straps loosen with some gentle persuasion
  190. > Sonata lets out a muffled hum of relief as you ease the shoe off her stockinged foot
  191. > The other shoe follows not long after
  192. > You tug at the thigh highs, savoring the slow reveal of her tender legs
  193. > She wiggles a bit as you bare her feet, the stockings cast aside
  194. > At last, you set to work, your thumbs pressing into the arch of her foot, working out the stress
  195. > Sonata moans into the coach cushion, her toes curling
  196. > You spend an extra minute or two, pressing up and down her foot
  197. > You then shift your focus to her cute little toes
  198. > You roll them gently between your thumb and forefinger, smiling at the little jolts when the stimulation turns ticklish
  199. > You lavish much of the same attention on her other foot, trying your best to ignore your gradual stiffening at her sensuous outbursts of pleasure
  200. > Her calf is dense, but squishes readily in your grip
  201. > You move steadily up her leg, digging your thumbs into her pliant flesh, stopping just short of her buttocks
  202. > You lean into it as you pour gentle force into easing her aching legs
  203. > Sonata turns her head to the side and gives you a lazy smile
  204. > "Best boyfriend."
  205. "Heh, you're welcome. Now for the butt tax."
  206. > You straddle her legs, sliding your hands up her skirt
  207. > Her rear is so deliciously round and plump, you dig your fingers in again and again
  208. > She giggles and shifts her hips under your onslaught
  209. > You give her as a few more squeezes, then a fond pat
  210. > Reenergized, you start working on the tense muscles of her lower back
  211. > She arches a little under your touch, squeaking at the ticklish spots you make sure to hit
  212. > She gives you a pouting look over her shoulder, and you grin at her
  213. "I just had to."
  214. > "Meanie."
  215. > You shift your hands up her back, working on the knots near her shoulder blades
  216. > At once, she falls facedown again and moans in relief
  217. "See? I'm not a meanie at all."
  218. > She just grunts
  219. > This is the hardest part, digging, grinding, circling those stubborn knots
  220. > Not too hard for too long, but firm enough to loosen up some fibers
  221. > You shift to rubbing her narrow little shoulders, marveling at her delicate frame
  222. > As you work, you can feel her legs shift and tense under you, accompanied by her heartfelt groans of happiness
  223. > Your hands slide up the nape of her neck, pressing and working outward
  224. > Sonata lies limp under your ministrations, content and tired
  225. > Truth be told, you are rather worn out yourself
  226. > You wiggle your way first to her side, the sort of lifting her on top of you
  227. > She snarls her hands in your shirt and rests her head under your chin
  228. > "Thank you Anon, for realsies."
  229. "Glad I could help, Boo berry."
  230. > You wrap your arms around her and drift off in to a warm, cozy nap
  231.  
  232. ---------------------------
  233.  
  234. > Be Anon, Emelpian Priest
  235. > You once had another name, but you abandoned it to join the monastic order of Phorchen
  236. > By the vagaries of fate, you have been stationed at the Emelp Monastery, a place of bountiful creation
  237. > You pass by many brothers engaged in writing odes to the various muses
  238. > Others labor diligently upon gathering them up in codex generalis, and still others paint scenes of devotion
  239. > You... have not yet devoted yourself to any one muse as of yet
  240. > The muses are something of a trouble, even as they are the reason for this monastery
  241. > It is not uncommon for priests to devote themselves so fully to one, as to despise the others
  242. > Even this internecine war is overshadowed by the sects of those who worship the pony aspect, and those who worship the muses in other aspects
  243. > You are mostly neutral, there is merit to all aspects of the muses
  244. > However, recent apocrypha has fanned the flames of sectarian war
  245. >  You pause in your round walking meditation, and bow to the shrine of Refracted Light Stones
  246. > Your eyes drift over the portraits, a familiar feeling of gentle awe at the beauty and virtue of the muses
  247. > As you resume your pious rounds, you feel as though eyes are upon you, not that you see anyone
  248. > As you near your room, you nod politely to one of your brothers in passing
  249. "Faggot."
  250. > He nods back
  251. > "Faggot."
  252. > You enter your chambers and close the door behind you
  253. > Unease creeps about you as you get ready for sleep
  254. > You stare at the ceiling in darkness for a long time, restless
  255. > A slender, glowing hand enters your vision
  256. > Your breath catches as you realise that you cannot move
  257. > Warm fingers stroke your cheek fondly
  258. > "It's past time for you to find a waifu, Anon, don't you think?"
  259. > That low, velvety voice
  260. > The curly orange hair in your peripheral vision
  261. > Your heart races at the recognition of what is happening
  262. "Muse Adagio, I am unworthy-"
  263. > "Of course you are. But that doesn't matter to me. What does matter..."
  264. > Her face looms over yours, her eyes intent and hungry, her smile predatory
  265. > "Is your devotion. Choose me to be your waifu, and serve me. It is your destiny, your purpose."
  266. > You stare resolutely into her eyes
  267. "By Faust above and Moot below, I am free to choose my waifu, without any coercion."
  268. > Adagio chuckles
  269. > "Oh Anon, I won't coerce you. You shall choose me of your own free will. I'll make quite certain of that."
  270. > Delicate fingers trace wandering designs down your chest, growing more elaborate as she nears your waist
  271. > You find yourself breathing faster as she slips her hand under the hem of your pajama pants
  272. > Soft fingers curl around your erection, gently squeezing it
  273. > As she shifts above you, her curled tresses spill over her shoulder, lightly grazing your bare chest
  274. > Adagio smirks at your flustered face
  275. > "So what do you say?"
  276. > Her hand pumps your dick slowly
  277. > She leans in closely, her breath warm on your face
  278. > "Am I your waifu yet?"
  279. > She strocks your cock faster and faster
  280. > "Well?"
  281. > You hold your breath, on the edge of climax
  282. > She senses it too, and stops, your throbbing erection in her motionless hand
  283. > Even through the haze of arousal, you know what you must say
  284. "B-by Faust above, and Moot-"
  285. > She makes a noise of disgust and releases your dick
  286. > Adagio stands up
  287. > "This is not over, Anon."
  288. > Once her presence leaves, you can move again
  289. > With quick, guilty movements, you deal with your erection in the customary way, the spent tissue dropping into a trash can set aside for this purpose
  290. > Sleep claims you quickly, despite the conflicted feelings coursing through your heart
  291.  
  292. ------------------------------
  293. > Be Anon, currently losing
  294. > You draw a card, topdecking a wog
  295. > Finally
  296. "Cards in hand?"
  297. > Aria smirks
  298. > "Two."
  299. > And she's tapped out
  300. > You have next to no board presence, almost everything stolen by Guile
  301. > You tap four plains and cast Wrath of God
  302. > Fitting
  303. "Your reign of terror is ended, you controlling bitch!"
  304. > She just smirks
  305. > Oh god no
  306. > "You have activated my trap card."
  307. "You have got to be kidding me."
  308. > Aria tosses out a Pact of Negation
  309. > "My reign of terror is just beginning, Anon."
  310. > You sigh
  311. "I fold. Seriously, Island is overpowered."
  312. > She laughs
  313. > "You're just so cute when you're frustrated! Come here, let me make it all better."
  314. > You cross your arms resolutely, scowling
  315. "Honestly, this isn't fun. I am sick and tired of losing to your money wins decks!"
  316. > Aria's smile widens
  317. > "Are you saying you want me to purposefully make weak decks?"
  318. > ...
  319. > You know how frustrating it is to play against an opponent who isn't trying to win
  320. > Girls who didn't really want to play the game, just share an interest
  321. > After a long pause, you close your eyes
  322. "No, not really."
  323. > You hear her stand up, her presence drawing closer
  324. > A warm, soft weight settles on your lap
  325. > You open your eyes to a lap full of girlfriend
  326. > Aria rests her arms on your shoulders, a soft smile on her face
  327. > "And that's why I like you."
  328. > She kisses your forehead, and you feel the last bit of resistance within you crumble
  329. > You wrap your arms around her and  hold her close, your head resting on her soft breast
  330. > She hugs you back, stroking your hair
  331. > You spend a few minutes like that, stress leaving your body
  332. > Finally, you set aside your pride
  333. "How about you help me build my next deck?"
  334. > She grinds her hips in your lap
  335. > "I thought you would never ask."
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