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Dangerous Amoeba - Anon vs 3 hoodlums (clop or something)

By rmp
Created: 2020-12-19 06:19:22
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  1. Author: Dangerous Amoeba
  2. Pastebin URL: RLhtu3Q5.html
  3. Date: Aug 18th, 2014
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  7. I would have separated the endings into different pastes, but knowing people, there's no point. This is a story i wrote and a bit of a small project for a thread about revered gender roles in Equestria, its only indication is the first 5 or 6 > green lines. I made the different endings mostly for KEK, i was fine with a >rape ending. Anyway theres a bunch of errors and retroactive continuity, but enjoy.
  8.  
  9. FETISH WARNING! : >RAPE
  10. : BONDAGE
  11. : CUMING INSIDE
  12. : EDGE
  13. : ELECTROSTIMULATION
  14. : MIND BREAK
  15. : SOME OTHER SHIT I MISSED.
  16.  
  17. >Walking home late at night through Ponyville streets.
  18. >You see a herd of hoodlums up ahead of around three.
  19. >Wanting to avoid trouble, you take a detour down an alleyway.
  20. >You turn the corner in the alley only to find in a fit of bad luck, that it's a dead end.
  21. >Turning around, you blocked by the three ponies.
  22. "Where you goin' pretty boi'?" the leader says, revealing her sex as female.
  23. "You avoidin' us?" Another says, also female.
  24. >The other is not wearing a hoodie and you realize this group is entirely consisting of mares, adolescent ones at that.
  25. "I think we should teach him a lesson"
  26. >The ponies block your only way out.
  27. >Decide to be reasonable
  28. "I don't want to cause trouble, let me just go."
  29. >"Oh look ladies, he's being polite."
  30. >One of the mares walks closer; she has an evil look on her face.
  31. >You know you can take them on 1 on 1, hell even 2 won't be too bad.
  32. >But in a group, it might be a tougher nut to crack.
  33. >Glancing around the alley, you spot a pipe about half a meter long 2 meters away from you.
  34. >Careful not to linger on it to avoid letting them know of the weapon, you shift your eyes to see the mare really close to you.
  35. >"Did you know this is our territory? We keep this place in order, and to use it you gotta pay."
  36. >"50 bits and you walk free."
  37. >Even if you had the bits (which you do), fuck no are you negotiating with hoodlums.
  38. "I don't have any money on me, I can pay you later."
  39. >Trying to use charisma to get out of this before you have to #rekt the pones.
  40. >"Hah, I’m not falling for that. If you can't pay in money, we'll have to pawn your clothes."
  41. >She hooves you across the face.
  42. "Don't do that."
  43. >You're beginning to lose your cool, something doctors back on earth said was a bad idea, ever since you brutally beat 2 bullies.
  44. >"Or what?"
  45. >Another hoof across the face, this one draws slight amounts of blood from your lip."
  46. >Now you're mad, they didn't heed your warning, and they are criminals. They must die.
  47. >Your fist collides with the leader’s skull at impressive speed.
  48. >She falls to the ground, breathing heavily. You're not done.
  49. >You stomp your foot, down upon her back. She screeches.
  50. >One of the other ponies jump at you, NOPE.avi.
  51. >Grabbing her mid-air, you smash her against the alley ground.
  52. >Both the ponies roll in pain, the other paralyzed at the brutal strength.
  53. >You grab the metal pipe you saw earlier, and look at the final pony.
  54. >She sees your eyes and tries to run, throwing the bar. It flies and hits her in the back of the head.
  55. >She falls, her still moving body scrapes against the ground.
  56. >Walking over to her bruised up body, you pick her up.
  57. >Like a baby, or foal. Tears cascade down her face.
  58. >”I-I-I’m sorry, please d-don't hurt me.”
  59. >You carry her back to the other two, who are still rolling around in pain.
  60. >Setting the still crying mare in your hand down, you remove the other two’s hoodies.
  61. >Remove the hood tightening string, and then tie them end to end with a blood knot.
  62. >Using the piece of string, you tie the 3 mares together by the neck.
  63. >Their necks are thin enough to allow you to run the string multiple times, strong enough to hold a good grip.
  64. >They mares are hardly struggling; the string dings into their necks.
  65. >Almost choking them, but not quite.
  66. >The knot holding it all together, too intricate for the hoof wielding earth ponies.
  67. >Even a unicorn would have a hard time opening them. Fingers FTW.
  68. >Ripping the sleeves of the sweaters, you tie them through the mouths of the ponies.
  69. >They now can’t scream, so can't be heard.
  70. >Carrying the bundle of pone, covered in sweater too look as if a bundle of cloth.
  71. >Anon walks home.
  72.  
  73. FOR SPECIFIC ENDING PRESS: CTRL + F THEN TYPE KEYWORD FOR DESIRED ENDING:
  74.  
  75. KARMA LOSS : Reape
  76. KARMA GET : White knight
  77. NO KARMA : Citizen
  78. GOD-TIER KARMA : existencial
  79.  
  80. --------------------------------------------------------
  81. >Reape ending:
  82.  
  83. >You put the small metal key into the lock, Entering your average sized pony home.
  84. >The crying bundle of pone, has stopped crying. You place them on a couch
  85. >Removing your light fall jacket, you nonchalantly toss it on the loveseat next to the couch.
  86. >You then grab the bundle of pone, crying again with new fear and take them into the basement.
  87. >Your basement was designed with some tornado resistance. Not because ponyvill had tornadoes.
  88. >More because this town is known for its shenanigans, so it’s nice to have a bunker like area around.
  89. >The basement is sound proofed, because of its insulation.
  90. >The stairwell leading down is in a reinforced hallway; at the end of the hall is a metal door.
  91. >Inside is 4 rooms.
  92. >A living room, a bedroom, bathroom and finally a large space with no use.
  93. >You carry your prize to the bedroom; they look around with curiosity and horror.
  94. “Don’t try leaving. If you do, I know some pretty good places to hide bodies.
  95. >Place them onto the bed; you walk to the unused area.
  96. >Inside you grab 3 coils of rope, good strong rope, the type that even boats can use.
  97. >At the end of the room, a small box.
  98. >Opening the box you retrieve one of many dinnon activia bottles. Last few things that you have from earth.
  99. >But inside was not drinkable yogurt; no inside was one of your crazy friend’s inventions.
  100. >Military grade amphetamines, ingestible steroids and some other drugs.
  101. >It was the same drink that helped you set the record for university track and field.
  102. >Leaving the room with both objects in hand. You grab 2 foldable chairs.
  103. >You return to find the ponies have not moved a muscle.
  104. >Untying one of the ponies, from the bouquet.
  105. >A light grey earth pony, her fear stricken eyes are orange like the fruit.
  106. >You grab a coil of the rope and tie her to one of the foldable chairs.
  107. >”P-p-p-please. Please don’t h-hur-hurt us.”
  108. >Her voice shows horror, she is scared, it’s amazing she has not passed out.
  109. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
  110. >The mare begins relaxing, which soon ends.
  111. “Just going to take payment for the inconvenience.”
  112. >She doesn’t respond, before you put the sleeve back on her face.
  113. >You remove another mare from the pack.
  114. >A maroon, with yellow-eyed earth pony.
  115. >Treating her to the same as her friend, you tie her to the other chair.
  116. >Staring at the last mare, the leader. She is shaking with fear.
  117. >Her light brown coat is dirty, and her sliver eyes lack sleep.
  118. >You untie her, and then retie her forelegs with the rope.
  119. >Removing the improvised gag/sleeve she doesn’t say a word.
  120. >You turn her around, Realizing what is going on the mare starts to cry.
  121. >”N-no, P-p-please no!”
  122. >Her crying was actually turning you on; you move her tail aside, holding her legs open with one arm.
  123. >She continues crying and pleading for you to stop, NOPE.avi.
  124. >Looking over too see the other mares; you placed the chairs so that they get a good view of the show.
  125. >You grab the dannon bottle at the edge of the bed, open it and chug its content.
  126. >Throw the bottle over your shoulder, and run a finger through her marehood.
  127. >She tenses at the touch, and has stopped pleading for you to stop.
  128. >You want her moist enough to not chaff your dick, but dry enough to be uncomfortable.
  129. >So a few rubs of your finger later, she is getting kind of wet.
  130. “Oh look, you’re ready.”
  131. >Getting off the bed, you remove your clothing.
  132. >Once your boxers are off, you are standing there with your fully expanded shlong.
  133. >Whispering something into her ear, you position your phallus right at her entrance.
  134. >She squeaks a please.
  135. “Say it!”
  136. >”My body is ready.”
  137. >At that you dive in, hilting your penis.
  138. >She screams at the hard rod entering with little lubrication.
  139. >Grabbing her hind legs, you pull out and smash into her with little mercy.
  140. >Each time you do so she yelps, screams or squeaks.
  141. >She cries between intervals, tears drenching your bed sheet.
  142. >You pound the mare, like a jackhammer.
  143. >The lightly lubed walls somewhat hurt, but provide more pleasure than pain.
  144. >Each smash adds to your own arousal, and the tingly feeling in your groin grows.
  145. >After 9 minutes of pounding, powered by the homemade energy drink.
  146. >You dive one final time, before filling the broken leader with your [spoiler]r[/spoiler]ape seed
  147. >The mare has no more tears to cry, so you grab her.
  148. >And switch her for the next mare. Tying the leading and tying the next victim.
  149. >This time the light grey one, placing her in the same position. Rubbing just for some moistness.
  150. >Not bothering with anything else, and plunging in.
  151. >Pumping once again, grabbing her hind legs.
  152. >She handles it better than the last Vitim, crying yes, but not screaming.
  153. >After 12 or so minutes of pumping, you fill this mare too with your semen, some drips out as you pull out.
  154. >Then switching again, for the final mare.
  155. >Same thing. Forelegs tied, face down ass up, little bit of lube, and jump into the pool.
  156. >This mare, probably the youngest is thrashing in pain.
  157. >You pump for another 3 minutes before she pees.
  158. >The golden liquid travels down towards the bed sheet. Some hits your penis.
  159. >Providing further lubrication, the slickness provided by the urine, allow you to pump even faster.
  160. >This time lasting a little over 10 minutes, you fill her too with your cum.
  161. >The girls all cry, as you put your pants back on. You untie them and take them to your front door.
  162. “Get out of here, you hoodlums.”
  163. >You yell as they gallop away.
  164. >You took their dignity, a fate possibly worse than death.
  165. >No one will believe their story.
  166. >Perhaps a little overboard? (You lose karma).
  167. --------------------------------------------------------
  168. White knight ending.
  169.  
  170. >You put the small metal key into the lock, entering your average sized pony home.
  171. >The crying bundle of pone has stopped crying. You place them on a couch
  172. >Removing your light fall jacket, you nonchalantly toss it on the loveseat next to the couch.
  173. >You then grab the bundle of pone, crying again with new fear and take them to the dining table.
  174. >You untie them and place them on wooden chairs.
  175. “Stay here.”
  176. >entering into your kitchen, you open your fridge and retrieve milk.
  177. >Filling a pot with milk, you place it on the stove.
  178. >Turning on the stove, the milk slowly begins to heat up.
  179. >In the meantime you get 4 cups, then opening your cupboards you get a bag of powdered chocolate.
  180. >You add 5 teaspoons of chocolate just as the milk begins to boil.
  181. >Removing the milk from the stove you, filtering it through a steel strainer you fill the 4 cups.
  182. >Finally, you stir the cocoa, until the milk turns a light brown color.
  183. >Returning to the dining table, the ponies have not moved a muscle.
  184. >You place a cup in front of the leader, a light brown earth pony with silver eyes.
  185. >Another in front of the light grey mare with orange eyes, next to her.
  186. >The 3rd cup placed before the youngest, with a maroon coat and yellow eyes.
  187. >You sit down, with your cup in hand.
  188. >All 3 mares stare at you in disbelief and fear.
  189. “Now tell me. Why?”
  190. >They look at you, as if they don’t understand what you just said.
  191. >”W-w-what do you mean?”
  192. >The leader asks in a frightened way.
  193. “Every crime has a motive, I want to know yours.”
  194. >”We just...just want to live.”
  195. >She starts crying; the other 2 move their chairs closer and try to comfort her with a hug.
  196. “And this is the best way to do it?”
  197. >The ponies look at the floor in silence. The youngest mumbles.
  198. >”What else can we do?”
  199. >”Our talent is playing music, we were part of the ponyvill jazz group, the building burned down.”
  200. “Do you still have your instruments?”
  201. >”Y-yes.”
  202. “And do you still know how to play them?”
  203. >”Yes.”
  204. “Then you have a potential future, one that can never be fulfilled unless you pick up your talents once again.”
  205. >”Y...”
  206. >The mares stare continue to stare at the floor, then one by one, each has a bitter smile.
  207. >”Yes.”
  208. >You drink the last bit of your cocoa, the mares look at you with tears in their eyes.
  209. >”Thank you.”
  210. >The youngest whispers.
  211. >They walk out of your doorframe with renewed hope, something they had depleted long ago.
  212. >You gave them a future, a reward better than forgiveness.
  213. >Their stories will show that sometimes a little kindness can change the life of someone.
  214. >Perhaps a little gay? (You gain karma)
  215. --------------------------------------------------------
  216. Good citizen ending:
  217.  
  218. >Walk into the guard station.
  219. >Desk sergeant looks up, expectantly.
  220. “These 3 tried to rob me.”
  221. >You untie the knots and let the mares free.
  222. >”These 3 again? Don’t you fillies know when to let up?”
  223. >She scolds the teenagers, and then places them into a holding cell.
  224. >”Those three, let me tell you. They try to act all tough, but even the weakest stallion can take em.”
  225. >”Bet you had a bit of target practice eh anon?”
  226. “Yes ma’am.”
  227. >”Anyway, thanks fir bringin them in.”
  228. “No problem.”
  229. >They wait in there holding cell, until whatever justice served.
  230. >You gave them the warning not to mess with, sometimes that is the best cure.
  231. >But then why did you kick their ass so thoroughly? (Neutral karma)
  232.  
  233. BONUS:
  234. >”So what exactly did they do?”
  235. “They cornered me into an ally, and then tried to get some money; I told them I didn’t have any, so the brown one attacked me. The condition they were brought in should tell you the rest.”
  236. >”Damn anon, most stallions usually just run, maybe throw a hoof or two. You tied em up. Wouldn’t want to mess with you.”
  237. “Exactly the message I was going for.”
  238. >”Ooh a dominant stallion? You wanna grab a coffee?”
  239. “Maybe.”
  240. >”The staff room is this way; don’t play too hard to get.”
  241. >You follow the mare behind the door, past the cells into the staff room.
  242. >It’s a medium sized room. With a small door, you have to duck under.
  243. >Once inside the mare closes and locks the door.
  244. >”You know what I want, let’s just skip to the good part.”
  245. >She then walks over to a couch, and leans on it. Moving her tail out of the way and presenting her goods.
  246. “I can do that.”
  247. >Walking over to her, you run a finger through her pussy, inside the labia and out.
  248. >Your actions cause shivers from the mare and a small moan.
  249. >With one hand, you undo your belt, pants and pull your boxers down.
  250. >The other hand continues massaging the mares bits, getting them nice and wet.
  251. >”Oh Celestia. Just rut me already!”
  252. >Not one to leave a women hanging, you aim your DNA cannon at the horse pussy.
  253. >Plunging deep into her, she lets out a mixture of a moan and a shriek.
  254. >Retrieving until just the head of your phallus is inside her, and then slam right back in.
  255. >She yelps, and then moans as you pull out.
  256. >You stop these deep slow plunges, instead switch to faster quicker shallow dives.
  257. >Both your breathing quickens as the mare moans and screams with your member going through her.
  258. >Desk sergeant lets out an ear-piercing scream, before coating your cock in marecum.
  259. >Your own orgasm approaches, with each thrust into her depths.
  260. >A couple more thrust and you hit the back of her love tunnel.
  261. >She shrieks again, applying another coating of marecum, and you blow your genetic load inside her.
  262. >Her spazzing walls milk your shlong of as much as it can, some semen drips from her vagina.
  263. >You pull out; she lies down on the couch, too tired to think.
  264. >Putting your clothes back on, you reach into your jacket pocket.
  265. >Pulling out aviator glasses:
  266. >Put them on.
  267. “7/10 it was acceptable -IGN.”
  268. >Before walking out leaving the mare to her business.
  269. --------------------------------------------------------
  270. Consensual bondage Trans existential ending?
  271.  
  272. >You put the small metal key into the lock, entering your average sized pony home.
  273. >The crying bundle of pone has stopped crying. You place them on a couch
  274. >Removing your light fall jacket, you nonchalantly toss it on the loveseat next to the couch.
  275. >You then grab the bundle of pone, crying again with new fear and take them to the dining table.
  276. >You untie them and place them on wooden chairs.
  277. “Stay here.”
  278. >entering into your kitchen, you open your fridge and retrieve milk.
  279. >Filling a pot with milk, you place it on the stove.
  280. >Turning on the stove, the milk slowly begins to heat up.
  281. >In the meantime you get 4 cups, then opening your cupboards you get a bag of powdered chocolate.
  282. >You add 5 teaspoons of chocolate just as the milk begins to boil.
  283. >Removing the milk from the stove you, filtering it through a steel strainer you fill the 4 cups.
  284. >Finally, you stir the cocoa, until the milk turns a light brown color.
  285. >Returning to the dining table, the ponies have not moved a muscle.
  286. >You place a cup in front of the leader, a light brown earth pony with silver eyes.
  287. >Another in front of the light grey mare with orange eyes, next to her.
  288. >The 3rd cup placed before the youngest, with a maroon coat and yellow eyes.
  289. >You sit down, with your cup in hand.
  290. “I will punish you, you’re not getting out of that.”
  291. >All 3 mares stare at you in disbelief and fear.
  292. “But tell me. Why?”
  293. >They look at you, as if they don’t understand what you just said.
  294. >”W-w-what do you mean?”
  295. >The leader asks in a frightened way.
  296. “Every crime has a motive, I want to know yours.”
  297. >”We just...just want to live.”
  298. >She starts crying; the other 2 move their chairs closer and try to comfort her with a hug.
  299. “And this is the best way to do it?”
  300. >The ponies look at the floor in silence. The youngest mumbles.
  301. >”What else can we do?”
  302. >”Our talent is playing music; we were part of the ponyvill jazz group, the building burned down.”
  303. “Do you still have your instruments?”
  304. >”Y-yes.”
  305. “And do you still know how to play them?”
  306. >”Yes.”
  307. “Then you have a potential future, one that can never be fulfilled unless you pick up your talents once again.”
  308. >”Y...”
  309. >The mares stare continue to stare at the floor, then one by one, each has a bitter smile.
  310. >”Yes.”
  311. >You drink the last bit of your cocoa, the mares look at you with tears in their eyes.
  312. >They smirk mischievously.
  313. >”But sir you MUST still punish us!”
  314. >”Oh that I will. And don’t think I will go soft, you committed a very serious crime.”
  315. >Your voices are sultry and playful.
  316. >You walk over and grab all of the teenagers, then proceed to walk down your basement.
  317. >Taking them to a big area saved for nothing save for some crates, ropes and other miscellanies items.
  318. >Grabbing a coil of rope, you tie the leader by all 4 hooves to hooks for fans on the ceiling.
  319. >She squeals, as you handle her roughly.
  320. >Hanging belly side up, her sisters get the same treatment.
  321. >Now, the three troublemakers hang from your ceiling with rope.
  322. >You walk to a box, sitting alone on a small shelf in the corner of the room.
  323. >Fluttershy asked you to store the box for her, because reasons.
  324. >You knew of its content and hope flutters won’t mind its usage.
  325. >Opening the box, are tools, tools of sensual torture.
  326. >Dildos of varying sizes, whips and crops, some telescopic spreader bars and other such tools.
  327. “I am going to enjoy this.”
  328. >Drag the box closer to girls needing punishment.
  329. >A riding crop in hand, you walk closer to the leader.
  330. >She is looking at you, with mild arousment and a glint of fear.
  331. >You show her the crop, her fear rises, even though the crop is non ‘hard-core’.
  332. >It has rubber strands that stem from the handle, the ends are tips with slightly long flat rubber pads, not as good as the metal tipped ones like another you saw.
  333. “Let’s start with something simple, something that prepares you for the tougher punishment.”
  334. >She just looks at the crop, occasionally looking at your face, with a scared look.
  335. “Oh and one more thing. I will now be referred to as, master.”
  336. >Bringing it down onto her belly close to the groin.
  337. >She yelps as the small red lines form across her abdomen.
  338. >You move in-between her legs, looking at her pussy, you realize just how aroused she is.
  339. >More whips with the crops across the abdomen, this time closer to her cunt.
  340. >And it paid off; she is downright soaked; her fluids are dripping onto the stone floor.
  341. “My, my. Aren’t you a slut? Look at how wet you are. What do you have to say?”
  342. >”Sorry master.” Her voice quivering.
  343. “Good girl, but I’m going to need step your punishment.”
  344. >Walking back to the box, you pull out a whip and 2 dildos and the bottle of lubricant.
  345. >Put it on a nearby shelf.
  346. >Walk back to her and whip her right on her thick pony labia.
  347. >She screams, that must have hurt but she also gushes out a small squirt of fluid.
  348. >She came.
  349. “Wow done already?”
  350. >Her breathing blocks out any words she was going to say.
  351. >You up hand the whip up against her rump, it leaves a long red mark. She yelps, still somewhat riding her euphoria.
  352. >Another whip, she yelps and tenses.
  353. >Again, same result.
  354. >Again and again, until her rump is as read as a good tomato and there are tears flowing down her check.
  355. “Have I punished you enough pet?”
  356. >”Ye-yes mast-master!”
  357. “No, you have not learned your lesson yet.”
  358. >You lube the dildos up, and then prod her ponut with the slick 9-inch wolf shaped penis.
  359. >Fluttershy is into some weird shit.
  360. >Your victim clenches her teeth and eyes. Further prodding the dildo against her anus.
  361. >She is slowly losing the tenseness in her backside.
  362. >Inserting the dildo slowly into the hole causes her to moan. Hilting the fake wolf cock.
  363. >Her moans fill the room; you look over to the other victims, who you have mostly ignored.
  364. >Their eyes are fixated on the sister, who can’t decide between top-elation and extreme pain and discomfort.
  365. >All their cunts are also dripping, and they are clearly very aroused at the ‘punished’ sister.
  366. >Turning your attention back to the sister, you are currently treating.
  367. >You walk to another corner of your storage room.
  368. >There are some wires and cutters, 9-volt batteries and some cloth gauze tape.
  369. >Walking back to the slave, you cut 2 wires about 30cm long, then attack them via tape to the mares winking clit facing the exposed copper parts on her clit.
  370. >The 2 pieces of wire ends touch her clit, the other two hang freely.
  371. >Ponies fascinated by the things you are using. Equestria has no batteries; you have a bunch of rechargeable ones.
  372. >You then taped a Duracell on her left hoof, and then connect 1 wire to the negative terminal.
  373. >Before, you connect the positive terminal you hilt the other dildo this time horse shaped into her vag, she winks lifting the wires, perfect.
  374. “Now my slave, you will be in a state of epic euphoria, one that would make a neck beard fedora wearer jealous. But you will never reach ultimate euphoria, unless I allow you to.”
  375. >She looks on confused at your weird explanation.
  376. >With no further warning, you connect the final terminal and immediately she starts to spaz and twitch as she overcome with pleasure.
  377. >Her muscles twitch, even though the electric stimulation localized.
  378. >Soon, she is shaking even worst, but right before she can cum, you watch her vagina.
  379. >It winks something that happens right before mares cum, and the wires separate.
  380. >Her bliss leaves her, she is twitching but her body wants more.
  381. >After she stops that long wink, the electrocution continues.
  382. >Moans that have turned to simple gurgles and grunts, all she does is drool and spaz.
  383. >Walking to the box you get another 4 didoes, of wolf, horse, and some animal with a bulblike cock head.
  384. >Doing the same with the other 2 sisters, you insert the 2 dildos into each mare.
  385. >Attach the wires, and batteries. Finally activate the electro stimulation device.
  386. >Standing at the doorway, you look at the sisters spazing and twitching, gurgling and drooling, taken to the height of euphoria but stopped right before the peek.
  387. >Walk upstairs, crack a Pony Cola, tastes mostly like Coke Cola.
  388. >Grab “the daemon haunted world” take a seat and start reading.
  389. >How many hours where you reading? You read the whole book. Looking out the window the sky is getting brighter.
  390. >Walking down the basement stairs, into the basement living room.
  391. >The sound of their babbling and spazing still heard, you walk into the room.
  392. >Sisters an absolute mess, it honestly feels like your basement flooded, the floor has their fluids that makes small streams from the ponds a below their genitals.
  393. “You sluts made a mess!”
  394. >You walk over to the sisters too lost in the pleasure to know of their surroundings.
  395. >The leader, the first victim she winks and raises her hips, the wire rises this of the previous no doubt hundreds of orgasms be denied.
  396. >Nope.avi, you press the wires back onto her clit and she again screams in pleasure.
  397. >Before releasing a fountain of mare cum all over you and your surroundings.
  398. >You disassemble the electro stimulator, remove the vibrator and move to the next mare.
  399. >Same treatment, another coating of mare cum for the next 2.
  400. >By the end it looks like you just did the ALS ice bucket challenge, except instead of cold ice and water, you’re covered in warm sweet sticky mare cum.
  401. >After letting the girls rest you, untie them, the rope really scratched up their fur and skin.
  402. >They try to stand on the ground, but cannot. It’s as if the mind-blowing orgasm made them forget how to walk.
  403. >Then you carry them into the large bathtub, filling it with water, and cleaning the mares.
  404. >They have a stupid smile on their face through the whole cleaning, and walking clumsily up the stairs.
  405. “Here, I made more cocoa.”
  406. >”Thanks.”
  407. >They sip the cocoa, not a word-spoken in-between you or them.
  408. >After they regain their composure, the early day sun had shown its self on the horizon.
  409. >They walk outside, wearing their hoodies still maintaining that stupid smile as they leave.
  410. >No mortal will understand what’s been done, karma cannot describe your euphoria and moral compass. The universe gently bows to your will.
  411. >Maybe less mind fuck?

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