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Dangerous Amoeba - Anon vs 3 hoodlums (clop or something)
By rmpCreated: 2020-12-19 06:19:22
Expiry: Never
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Author: Dangerous Amoeba
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Pastebin URL: RLhtu3Q5.html
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Date: Aug 18th, 2014
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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.
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FETISH WARNING! : >RAPE
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: BONDAGE
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: CUMING INSIDE
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: EDGE
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: ELECTROSTIMULATION
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: MIND BREAK
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: SOME OTHER SHIT I MISSED.
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>Walking home late at night through Ponyville streets.
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>You see a herd of hoodlums up ahead of around three.
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>Wanting to avoid trouble, you take a detour down an alleyway.
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>You turn the corner in the alley only to find in a fit of bad luck, that it's a dead end.
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>Turning around, you blocked by the three ponies.
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"Where you goin' pretty boi'?" the leader says, revealing her sex as female.
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"You avoidin' us?" Another says, also female.
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>The other is not wearing a hoodie and you realize this group is entirely consisting of mares, adolescent ones at that.
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"I think we should teach him a lesson"
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>The ponies block your only way out.
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>Decide to be reasonable
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"I don't want to cause trouble, let me just go."
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>"Oh look ladies, he's being polite."
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>One of the mares walks closer; she has an evil look on her face.
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>You know you can take them on 1 on 1, hell even 2 won't be too bad.
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>But in a group, it might be a tougher nut to crack.
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>Glancing around the alley, you spot a pipe about half a meter long 2 meters away from you.
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>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.
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>"Did you know this is our territory? We keep this place in order, and to use it you gotta pay."
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>"50 bits and you walk free."
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>Even if you had the bits (which you do), fuck no are you negotiating with hoodlums.
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"I don't have any money on me, I can pay you later."
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>Trying to use charisma to get out of this before you have to #rekt the pones.
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>"Hah, I’m not falling for that. If you can't pay in money, we'll have to pawn your clothes."
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>She hooves you across the face.
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"Don't do that."
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>You're beginning to lose your cool, something doctors back on earth said was a bad idea, ever since you brutally beat 2 bullies.
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>"Or what?"
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>Another hoof across the face, this one draws slight amounts of blood from your lip."
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>Now you're mad, they didn't heed your warning, and they are criminals. They must die.
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>Your fist collides with the leader’s skull at impressive speed.
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>She falls to the ground, breathing heavily. You're not done.
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>You stomp your foot, down upon her back. She screeches.
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>One of the other ponies jump at you, NOPE.avi.
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>Grabbing her mid-air, you smash her against the alley ground.
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>Both the ponies roll in pain, the other paralyzed at the brutal strength.
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>You grab the metal pipe you saw earlier, and look at the final pony.
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>She sees your eyes and tries to run, throwing the bar. It flies and hits her in the back of the head.
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>She falls, her still moving body scrapes against the ground.
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>Walking over to her bruised up body, you pick her up.
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>Like a baby, or foal. Tears cascade down her face.
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>”I-I-I’m sorry, please d-don't hurt me.”
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>You carry her back to the other two, who are still rolling around in pain.
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>Setting the still crying mare in your hand down, you remove the other two’s hoodies.
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>Remove the hood tightening string, and then tie them end to end with a blood knot.
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>Using the piece of string, you tie the 3 mares together by the neck.
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>Their necks are thin enough to allow you to run the string multiple times, strong enough to hold a good grip.
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>They mares are hardly struggling; the string dings into their necks.
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>Almost choking them, but not quite.
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>The knot holding it all together, too intricate for the hoof wielding earth ponies.
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>Even a unicorn would have a hard time opening them. Fingers FTW.
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>Ripping the sleeves of the sweaters, you tie them through the mouths of the ponies.
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>They now can’t scream, so can't be heard.
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>Carrying the bundle of pone, covered in sweater too look as if a bundle of cloth.
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>Anon walks home.
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FOR SPECIFIC ENDING PRESS: CTRL + F THEN TYPE KEYWORD FOR DESIRED ENDING:
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KARMA LOSS : Reape
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KARMA GET : White knight
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NO KARMA : Citizen
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GOD-TIER KARMA : existencial
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>Reape ending:
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>You put the small metal key into the lock, Entering your average sized pony home.
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>The crying bundle of pone, has stopped crying. You place them on a couch
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>Removing your light fall jacket, you nonchalantly toss it on the loveseat next to the couch.
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>You then grab the bundle of pone, crying again with new fear and take them into the basement.
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>Your basement was designed with some tornado resistance. Not because ponyvill had tornadoes.
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>More because this town is known for its shenanigans, so it’s nice to have a bunker like area around.
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>The basement is sound proofed, because of its insulation.
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>The stairwell leading down is in a reinforced hallway; at the end of the hall is a metal door.
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>Inside is 4 rooms.
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>A living room, a bedroom, bathroom and finally a large space with no use.
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>You carry your prize to the bedroom; they look around with curiosity and horror.
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“Don’t try leaving. If you do, I know some pretty good places to hide bodies.
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>Place them onto the bed; you walk to the unused area.
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>Inside you grab 3 coils of rope, good strong rope, the type that even boats can use.
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>At the end of the room, a small box.
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>Opening the box you retrieve one of many dinnon activia bottles. Last few things that you have from earth.
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>But inside was not drinkable yogurt; no inside was one of your crazy friend’s inventions.
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>Military grade amphetamines, ingestible steroids and some other drugs.
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>It was the same drink that helped you set the record for university track and field.
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>Leaving the room with both objects in hand. You grab 2 foldable chairs.
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>You return to find the ponies have not moved a muscle.
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>Untying one of the ponies, from the bouquet.
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>A light grey earth pony, her fear stricken eyes are orange like the fruit.
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>You grab a coil of the rope and tie her to one of the foldable chairs.
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>”P-p-p-please. Please don’t h-hur-hurt us.”
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>Her voice shows horror, she is scared, it’s amazing she has not passed out.
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“I’m not going to hurt you.”
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>The mare begins relaxing, which soon ends.
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“Just going to take payment for the inconvenience.”
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>She doesn’t respond, before you put the sleeve back on her face.
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>You remove another mare from the pack.
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>A maroon, with yellow-eyed earth pony.
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>Treating her to the same as her friend, you tie her to the other chair.
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>Staring at the last mare, the leader. She is shaking with fear.
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>Her light brown coat is dirty, and her sliver eyes lack sleep.
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>You untie her, and then retie her forelegs with the rope.
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>Removing the improvised gag/sleeve she doesn’t say a word.
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>You turn her around, Realizing what is going on the mare starts to cry.
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>”N-no, P-p-please no!”
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>Her crying was actually turning you on; you move her tail aside, holding her legs open with one arm.
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>She continues crying and pleading for you to stop, NOPE.avi.
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>Looking over too see the other mares; you placed the chairs so that they get a good view of the show.
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>You grab the dannon bottle at the edge of the bed, open it and chug its content.
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>Throw the bottle over your shoulder, and run a finger through her marehood.
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>She tenses at the touch, and has stopped pleading for you to stop.
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>You want her moist enough to not chaff your dick, but dry enough to be uncomfortable.
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>So a few rubs of your finger later, she is getting kind of wet.
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“Oh look, you’re ready.”
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>Getting off the bed, you remove your clothing.
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>Once your boxers are off, you are standing there with your fully expanded shlong.
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>Whispering something into her ear, you position your phallus right at her entrance.
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>She squeaks a please.
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“Say it!”
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>”My body is ready.”
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>At that you dive in, hilting your penis.
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>She screams at the hard rod entering with little lubrication.
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>Grabbing her hind legs, you pull out and smash into her with little mercy.
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>Each time you do so she yelps, screams or squeaks.
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>She cries between intervals, tears drenching your bed sheet.
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>You pound the mare, like a jackhammer.
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>The lightly lubed walls somewhat hurt, but provide more pleasure than pain.
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>Each smash adds to your own arousal, and the tingly feeling in your groin grows.
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>After 9 minutes of pounding, powered by the homemade energy drink.
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>You dive one final time, before filling the broken leader with your [spoiler]r[/spoiler]ape seed
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>The mare has no more tears to cry, so you grab her.
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>And switch her for the next mare. Tying the leading and tying the next victim.
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>This time the light grey one, placing her in the same position. Rubbing just for some moistness.
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>Not bothering with anything else, and plunging in.
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>Pumping once again, grabbing her hind legs.
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>She handles it better than the last Vitim, crying yes, but not screaming.
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>After 12 or so minutes of pumping, you fill this mare too with your semen, some drips out as you pull out.
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>Then switching again, for the final mare.
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>Same thing. Forelegs tied, face down ass up, little bit of lube, and jump into the pool.
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>This mare, probably the youngest is thrashing in pain.
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>You pump for another 3 minutes before she pees.
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>The golden liquid travels down towards the bed sheet. Some hits your penis.
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>Providing further lubrication, the slickness provided by the urine, allow you to pump even faster.
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>This time lasting a little over 10 minutes, you fill her too with your cum.
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>The girls all cry, as you put your pants back on. You untie them and take them to your front door.
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“Get out of here, you hoodlums.”
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>You yell as they gallop away.
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>You took their dignity, a fate possibly worse than death.
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>No one will believe their story.
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>Perhaps a little overboard? (You lose karma).
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White knight ending.
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>You put the small metal key into the lock, entering your average sized pony home.
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>The crying bundle of pone has stopped crying. You place them on a couch
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>Removing your light fall jacket, you nonchalantly toss it on the loveseat next to the couch.
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>You then grab the bundle of pone, crying again with new fear and take them to the dining table.
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>You untie them and place them on wooden chairs.
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“Stay here.”
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>entering into your kitchen, you open your fridge and retrieve milk.
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>Filling a pot with milk, you place it on the stove.
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>Turning on the stove, the milk slowly begins to heat up.
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>In the meantime you get 4 cups, then opening your cupboards you get a bag of powdered chocolate.
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>You add 5 teaspoons of chocolate just as the milk begins to boil.
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>Removing the milk from the stove you, filtering it through a steel strainer you fill the 4 cups.
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>Finally, you stir the cocoa, until the milk turns a light brown color.
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>Returning to the dining table, the ponies have not moved a muscle.
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>You place a cup in front of the leader, a light brown earth pony with silver eyes.
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>Another in front of the light grey mare with orange eyes, next to her.
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>The 3rd cup placed before the youngest, with a maroon coat and yellow eyes.
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>You sit down, with your cup in hand.
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>All 3 mares stare at you in disbelief and fear.
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“Now tell me. Why?”
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>They look at you, as if they don’t understand what you just said.
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>”W-w-what do you mean?”
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>The leader asks in a frightened way.
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“Every crime has a motive, I want to know yours.”
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>”We just...just want to live.”
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>She starts crying; the other 2 move their chairs closer and try to comfort her with a hug.
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“And this is the best way to do it?”
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>The ponies look at the floor in silence. The youngest mumbles.
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>”What else can we do?”
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>”Our talent is playing music, we were part of the ponyvill jazz group, the building burned down.”
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“Do you still have your instruments?”
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>”Y-yes.”
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“And do you still know how to play them?”
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>”Yes.”
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“Then you have a potential future, one that can never be fulfilled unless you pick up your talents once again.”
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>”Y...”
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>The mares stare continue to stare at the floor, then one by one, each has a bitter smile.
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>”Yes.”
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>You drink the last bit of your cocoa, the mares look at you with tears in their eyes.
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>”Thank you.”
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>The youngest whispers.
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>They walk out of your doorframe with renewed hope, something they had depleted long ago.
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>You gave them a future, a reward better than forgiveness.
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>Their stories will show that sometimes a little kindness can change the life of someone.
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>Perhaps a little gay? (You gain karma)
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Good citizen ending:
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>Walk into the guard station.
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>Desk sergeant looks up, expectantly.
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“These 3 tried to rob me.”
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>You untie the knots and let the mares free.
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>”These 3 again? Don’t you fillies know when to let up?”
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>She scolds the teenagers, and then places them into a holding cell.
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>”Those three, let me tell you. They try to act all tough, but even the weakest stallion can take em.”
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>”Bet you had a bit of target practice eh anon?”
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“Yes ma’am.”
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>”Anyway, thanks fir bringin them in.”
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“No problem.”
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>They wait in there holding cell, until whatever justice served.
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>You gave them the warning not to mess with, sometimes that is the best cure.
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>But then why did you kick their ass so thoroughly? (Neutral karma)
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BONUS:
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>”So what exactly did they do?”
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“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.”
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>”Damn anon, most stallions usually just run, maybe throw a hoof or two. You tied em up. Wouldn’t want to mess with you.”
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“Exactly the message I was going for.”
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>”Ooh a dominant stallion? You wanna grab a coffee?”
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“Maybe.”
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>”The staff room is this way; don’t play too hard to get.”
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>You follow the mare behind the door, past the cells into the staff room.
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>It’s a medium sized room. With a small door, you have to duck under.
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>Once inside the mare closes and locks the door.
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>”You know what I want, let’s just skip to the good part.”
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>She then walks over to a couch, and leans on it. Moving her tail out of the way and presenting her goods.
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“I can do that.”
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>Walking over to her, you run a finger through her pussy, inside the labia and out.
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>Your actions cause shivers from the mare and a small moan.
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>With one hand, you undo your belt, pants and pull your boxers down.
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>The other hand continues massaging the mares bits, getting them nice and wet.
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>”Oh Celestia. Just rut me already!”
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>Not one to leave a women hanging, you aim your DNA cannon at the horse pussy.
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>Plunging deep into her, she lets out a mixture of a moan and a shriek.
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>Retrieving until just the head of your phallus is inside her, and then slam right back in.
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>She yelps, and then moans as you pull out.
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>You stop these deep slow plunges, instead switch to faster quicker shallow dives.
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>Both your breathing quickens as the mare moans and screams with your member going through her.
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>Desk sergeant lets out an ear-piercing scream, before coating your cock in marecum.
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>Your own orgasm approaches, with each thrust into her depths.
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>A couple more thrust and you hit the back of her love tunnel.
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>She shrieks again, applying another coating of marecum, and you blow your genetic load inside her.
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>Her spazzing walls milk your shlong of as much as it can, some semen drips from her vagina.
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>You pull out; she lies down on the couch, too tired to think.
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>Putting your clothes back on, you reach into your jacket pocket.
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>Pulling out aviator glasses:
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>Put them on.
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“7/10 it was acceptable -IGN.”
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>Before walking out leaving the mare to her business.
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Consensual bondage Trans existential ending?
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>You put the small metal key into the lock, entering your average sized pony home.
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>The crying bundle of pone has stopped crying. You place them on a couch
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>Removing your light fall jacket, you nonchalantly toss it on the loveseat next to the couch.
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>You then grab the bundle of pone, crying again with new fear and take them to the dining table.
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>You untie them and place them on wooden chairs.
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“Stay here.”
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>entering into your kitchen, you open your fridge and retrieve milk.
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>Filling a pot with milk, you place it on the stove.
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>Turning on the stove, the milk slowly begins to heat up.
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>In the meantime you get 4 cups, then opening your cupboards you get a bag of powdered chocolate.
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>You add 5 teaspoons of chocolate just as the milk begins to boil.
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>Removing the milk from the stove you, filtering it through a steel strainer you fill the 4 cups.
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>Finally, you stir the cocoa, until the milk turns a light brown color.
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>Returning to the dining table, the ponies have not moved a muscle.
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>You place a cup in front of the leader, a light brown earth pony with silver eyes.
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>Another in front of the light grey mare with orange eyes, next to her.
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>The 3rd cup placed before the youngest, with a maroon coat and yellow eyes.
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>You sit down, with your cup in hand.
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“I will punish you, you’re not getting out of that.”
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>All 3 mares stare at you in disbelief and fear.
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“But tell me. Why?”
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>They look at you, as if they don’t understand what you just said.
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>”W-w-what do you mean?”
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>The leader asks in a frightened way.
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“Every crime has a motive, I want to know yours.”
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>”We just...just want to live.”
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>She starts crying; the other 2 move their chairs closer and try to comfort her with a hug.
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“And this is the best way to do it?”
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>The ponies look at the floor in silence. The youngest mumbles.
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>”What else can we do?”
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>”Our talent is playing music; we were part of the ponyvill jazz group, the building burned down.”
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“Do you still have your instruments?”
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>”Y-yes.”
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“And do you still know how to play them?”
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>”Yes.”
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“Then you have a potential future, one that can never be fulfilled unless you pick up your talents once again.”
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>”Y...”
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>The mares stare continue to stare at the floor, then one by one, each has a bitter smile.
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>”Yes.”
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>You drink the last bit of your cocoa, the mares look at you with tears in their eyes.
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>They smirk mischievously.
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>”But sir you MUST still punish us!”
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>”Oh that I will. And don’t think I will go soft, you committed a very serious crime.”
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>Your voices are sultry and playful.
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>You walk over and grab all of the teenagers, then proceed to walk down your basement.
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>Taking them to a big area saved for nothing save for some crates, ropes and other miscellanies items.
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>Grabbing a coil of rope, you tie the leader by all 4 hooves to hooks for fans on the ceiling.
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>She squeals, as you handle her roughly.
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>Hanging belly side up, her sisters get the same treatment.
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>Now, the three troublemakers hang from your ceiling with rope.
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>You walk to a box, sitting alone on a small shelf in the corner of the room.
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>Fluttershy asked you to store the box for her, because reasons.
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>You knew of its content and hope flutters won’t mind its usage.
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>Opening the box, are tools, tools of sensual torture.
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>Dildos of varying sizes, whips and crops, some telescopic spreader bars and other such tools.
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“I am going to enjoy this.”
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>Drag the box closer to girls needing punishment.
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>A riding crop in hand, you walk closer to the leader.
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>She is looking at you, with mild arousment and a glint of fear.
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>You show her the crop, her fear rises, even though the crop is non ‘hard-core’.
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>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.
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“Let’s start with something simple, something that prepares you for the tougher punishment.”
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>She just looks at the crop, occasionally looking at your face, with a scared look.
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“Oh and one more thing. I will now be referred to as, master.”
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>Bringing it down onto her belly close to the groin.
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>She yelps as the small red lines form across her abdomen.
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>You move in-between her legs, looking at her pussy, you realize just how aroused she is.
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>More whips with the crops across the abdomen, this time closer to her cunt.
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>And it paid off; she is downright soaked; her fluids are dripping onto the stone floor.
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“My, my. Aren’t you a slut? Look at how wet you are. What do you have to say?”
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>”Sorry master.” Her voice quivering.
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“Good girl, but I’m going to need step your punishment.”
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>Walking back to the box, you pull out a whip and 2 dildos and the bottle of lubricant.
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>Put it on a nearby shelf.
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>Walk back to her and whip her right on her thick pony labia.
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>She screams, that must have hurt but she also gushes out a small squirt of fluid.
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>She came.
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“Wow done already?”
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>Her breathing blocks out any words she was going to say.
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>You up hand the whip up against her rump, it leaves a long red mark. She yelps, still somewhat riding her euphoria.
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>Another whip, she yelps and tenses.
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>Again, same result.
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>Again and again, until her rump is as read as a good tomato and there are tears flowing down her check.
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“Have I punished you enough pet?”
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>”Ye-yes mast-master!”
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“No, you have not learned your lesson yet.”
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>You lube the dildos up, and then prod her ponut with the slick 9-inch wolf shaped penis.
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>Fluttershy is into some weird shit.
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>Your victim clenches her teeth and eyes. Further prodding the dildo against her anus.
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>She is slowly losing the tenseness in her backside.
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>Inserting the dildo slowly into the hole causes her to moan. Hilting the fake wolf cock.
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>Her moans fill the room; you look over to the other victims, who you have mostly ignored.
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>Their eyes are fixated on the sister, who can’t decide between top-elation and extreme pain and discomfort.
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>All their cunts are also dripping, and they are clearly very aroused at the ‘punished’ sister.
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>Turning your attention back to the sister, you are currently treating.
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>You walk to another corner of your storage room.
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>There are some wires and cutters, 9-volt batteries and some cloth gauze tape.
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>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.
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>The 2 pieces of wire ends touch her clit, the other two hang freely.
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>Ponies fascinated by the things you are using. Equestria has no batteries; you have a bunch of rechargeable ones.
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>You then taped a Duracell on her left hoof, and then connect 1 wire to the negative terminal.
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>Before, you connect the positive terminal you hilt the other dildo this time horse shaped into her vag, she winks lifting the wires, perfect.
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“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.”
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>She looks on confused at your weird explanation.
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>With no further warning, you connect the final terminal and immediately she starts to spaz and twitch as she overcome with pleasure.
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>Her muscles twitch, even though the electric stimulation localized.
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>Soon, she is shaking even worst, but right before she can cum, you watch her vagina.
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>It winks something that happens right before mares cum, and the wires separate.
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>Her bliss leaves her, she is twitching but her body wants more.
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>After she stops that long wink, the electrocution continues.
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>Moans that have turned to simple gurgles and grunts, all she does is drool and spaz.
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>Walking to the box you get another 4 didoes, of wolf, horse, and some animal with a bulblike cock head.
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>Doing the same with the other 2 sisters, you insert the 2 dildos into each mare.
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>Attach the wires, and batteries. Finally activate the electro stimulation device.
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>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.
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>Walk upstairs, crack a Pony Cola, tastes mostly like Coke Cola.
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>Grab “the daemon haunted world” take a seat and start reading.
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>How many hours where you reading? You read the whole book. Looking out the window the sky is getting brighter.
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>Walking down the basement stairs, into the basement living room.
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>The sound of their babbling and spazing still heard, you walk into the room.
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>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.
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“You sluts made a mess!”
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>You walk over to the sisters too lost in the pleasure to know of their surroundings.
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>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.
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>Nope.avi, you press the wires back onto her clit and she again screams in pleasure.
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>Before releasing a fountain of mare cum all over you and your surroundings.
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>You disassemble the electro stimulator, remove the vibrator and move to the next mare.
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>Same treatment, another coating of mare cum for the next 2.
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>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.
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>After letting the girls rest you, untie them, the rope really scratched up their fur and skin.
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>They try to stand on the ground, but cannot. It’s as if the mind-blowing orgasm made them forget how to walk.
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>Then you carry them into the large bathtub, filling it with water, and cleaning the mares.
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>They have a stupid smile on their face through the whole cleaning, and walking clumsily up the stairs.
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“Here, I made more cocoa.”
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>”Thanks.”
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>They sip the cocoa, not a word-spoken in-between you or them.
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>After they regain their composure, the early day sun had shown its self on the horizon.
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>They walk outside, wearing their hoodies still maintaining that stupid smile as they leave.
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>No mortal will understand what’s been done, karma cannot describe your euphoria and moral compass. The universe gently bows to your will.
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>Maybe less mind fuck?
by rmp
by rmp
by rmp