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CYOA: Princess Celestia's Royal Guard, Part 1 (Archive 2014)

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Created: 2020-12-21 09:22:51
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  1. >you are Anonymous
  2. >but everyone calls you Anon
  3. >except your superiors, of course
  4. >you are a unicorn private in Celestia's Royal Guard, and today is a special day
  5. >today is the first day you will actually be having a shift guarding Princess Celestia herself!
  6. >you'll be standing in with her from noon to three
  7. >some say it's mindnumbing work, but you don't mind
  8. >you've always sort of had a... thing for the Princess
  9. >you're currently in your cot
  10. >your captain pacing up and down, yelling at your fellow privates to get out of bed
  11. >he's almost to you
  12. >what do?
  13. >your Captain finishing yelling and spraying spittle all over your bunkmate, and turns to you
  14. >"Well, I see your eyes are already open! Tell me, Private, did you ever consider getting out of bed, or were you just gonna give me pretty little looks with those eyes of yours? GET MOVING!"
  15. >you clear your throat
  16. "Well, it'd be much easier if you weren't yelling at my privates, sir. It scares them."
  17. >you move the thin blanket off your body, and get to your hooves
  18. >your captain grinds his teeth
  19. >"I won't be having any insubordination, Private! Get down to the showers, scrub down, head to the armor, suit up, and report to the Mess Hall, or else you'll be scrubbing every Goddess-Damned latrine in this entire palace!"
  20. >fuck, what a cliche
  21. >you salute quickly, then scamper down towards the end of the barracks
  22. >don't want to disappoint the Princess, after all
  23. >the showers are just downstairs, and if you hurry
  24. >you might even get one of the ones without any mold
  25. >the showers only get cleaned once a month by privates or cadets who fuck up
  26. >so a few of them have the tendency to get fucking gross
  27. >you enter the showers, and see that one is still open! There's two other guards heading for it, though. You better act fast!
  28. >you decide not to run
  29. >floor is all slippery and soapy
  30. >fuck falling on your ass, the last thing you need is your magnificent flanks bruised
  31. >the other two stallions are more zealous
  32. >the first one, a dark grey earth pony, starts to slide across the tiles, eyes wide
  33. >hah!
  34. >your decision payed off!
  35. >the other one though, a white unicorn like yourself, is managing to hold his hoofing
  36. >he's gonna beat you unless you do something fast!
  37. >your horn sparks, and soapy water flies up from the floor into the guard's eyes
  38. >he grunts, and his face screws up as he looses his hoofing
  39. >you chuckle as you slide into the shower
  40. >ew gross, mold
  41. >oh well, at least you got there first
  42. >unfortunately, the guard's momentum didn't just stop
  43. >you beat him into the shower, but he slips and slides in anyway
  44. >he bumps right into your well toned flanks, flopping onto your back
  45. >oh my
  46. >you butt bump him out of the shower
  47. >this is your time, not his
  48. >he slides back out, cursing your name and swearing about his ocular pain
  49. >you turn on the knob, stepping nimbly over the patches of mold
  50. >fucking gross
  51. >you sigh as you feel the nice warm water washing off yesterday's grime
  52. >your horn sparks to instinctively grab the soap
  53. >except
  54. >ohshit
  55. >there is not a bar to be found
  56. >if you leave the shower, the other guy will grab it
  57. >if you try and sneak under into another shower to get their soap, pain will surely follow
  58. >what do?
  59. >you stick your head out of the showers, and yell
  60. "Ey yo, help a brother out and give me some soap!"
  61. >you hear snickering from all around
  62. >"Hah, I'll help you out all right! Just bend down, I think there's some soap near your hooves!"
  63. >more laughter
  64. >well shit, that didn't go well
  65. >you swallow hard, and focus hard, clenching your cheeks and shoving your tail between your legs
  66. >you place a thin barrier around yourself, moving the stallion just half an inch off you
  67. "C-Can I help you?"
  68. >"Oh, you bet your sweet flanks you can..."
  69. >you're shivering, despite the warm water running down you
  70. >there's nowhere to run now
  71. >you're either gonna give in, or you're gonna fight for the honor of your anal cherry
  72. >you aren't gonna just let this guy slide all up in you
  73. >you're gonna save your butt-bustin' for someone special!
  74. >you slide out from underneath him, and turn around to face your attacker, you butt up against the wall where no one can spelunk it
  75. >you grit your teeth as you see the large grey earth pony from before, the one that slipped and fell on his ass
  76. >"You're making this way more difficult then it has to be. Aw, but that's alright; I like to feel like I've EARNED my reward, you know?"
  77. >you narrow your eyes, horn sparking
  78. >you can't hold this barrier forever
  79. >it's really draining
  80. >you've got to make your move now or never
  81. >you drop your barrier
  82. >fuck, that feels better
  83. >there's not really enough room to charge, and the floor is far too slippery
  84. >but you can make a jab at him
  85. >and you're gonna punch him right in the globber
  86. >you swing forward, landing a glow right on his muzzle
  87. >he grunts out in pain and slides backwards.
  88. >"Oh, this is going to a fucking fun morning, I can already tell."
  89. >you grab him around the neck, not wanting to waste any time responding to him
  90. >you throw him to the right, using magic to push him to the side
  91. >he slides over, smashing into the side stall
  92. >the whole thing shakes, and you hear an annoyed shout from the other stall
  93. >"Hey! Some people are trying to have a nice shower in here! Take you butt fun somewhere else!"
  94. >the stallion growls, and jumps forward at you
  95. >you do a weird mix of ducking and stepping out of the way
  96. >your hoof slides into the mold
  97. >ugh
  98. >but your attacker got a muzzle-full of it when he landed face first after missing you
  99. >you lean over him
  100. "Sorry, I don't really have time to fuck around. I'm going to guard the Princess today."
  101. >you wash off the mold on your hoof, and exit the shower, leaving him to lay there in filthy water, mold, and pain
  102. >you grab a towel and dry off, your coat getting a bit frizzy
  103. >the other stallions are either giving you a wide birth or shocked stares
  104. >you couldn't care less, though
  105. >you're going to finally meet Celestia
  106. >you've got to get your armor and head to the mess hall first, though
  107. >you don't have time to waste anymore
  108. >you walk straight up to the armory
  109. >it's just straight up above the barracks, so you can just go right up the stairs to get there
  110. >there's another guard, a white pegasus, standing right before the landing to get to the armory
  111. >Thunderthumper or Thunderblocker, you think his name was
  112. >Thunder-something
  113. >"What was all that shouting, Anon? Did something happen down in the showers?"
  114. >you give him a shrug, half smirking
  115. "Some fag just needed to be shown his place."
  116. >Thunderthighs raises an eyebrow
  117. >"Was it Shield Breaker trying to mount somepony down there? I swear, no matter how many times we complain about that rapey fuck, the higher ups don't even give two shits."
  118. >Shield Breaker... yeah, you guess that was his name
  119. >you nod
  120. Thunderlover sighs and rollshis eyes
  121. >"Fuck... I'd suggest going straight to Celestia with the issue, but I don't have time to request an audience, and I don't know anypony on the rotation for her guard. I guess he's just gonna keep going until somepony fights back enough to deal with him /permanently/, if you catch my drift."
  122. "Wait... you want me to KILL him?"
  123. >you are a master of tact and subtly
  124. >Thunderbonger's eyes narrow.
  125. >"I never said that... but I wouldn't rat you out if you 'defended yourself' with a bit too much zest, you know what I mean?"
  126. >you nod slowly
  127. "Well, I am in the rotation to see guard the Princess today, so I'll bring it up with her when I'm there."
  128. >Thunderblaster smiles. "That's great! We can finally take showers again without having to worry about total anal devastation! Thanks, Anon!"
  129. >Thunderspooger takes slight and soars down the staircase
  130. >the armory is just ahead, and there is one guard standing at the doors, a grey unicorn.
  131. >you salute the guard at the door
  132. "Reporting for my armor, sir!"
  133. >the guard rolls his eyes
  134. >"We're at the same rank, Anon."
  135. >he opens the door. "Same place your armor always is.
  136. >it's in alphabetical order, and armor is a big deal for the royal guards. You like to keep yours extra polished—it's a point of pride for a lot of ponies here.
  137. >yours sits there, shining, right in between "Aegis Defender" and "Astral Gaze"
  138. >you slide on your armor, and leave the armory, saluting the guard again as you head down
  139. >you've got two ways to head to the mess hall: through the barracks, or down they hallway left of the armory, and down a flight of stairs
  140. >it's longer down the left hallway, but you do run the chance of seeing your captain again if you go through the barracks
  141. >hm
  142. >decisions, decisions...
  143. >you head for the barracks, rushing down the spiral staircase
  144. >you head in through the doorway into the barracks, passing by your bed
  145. >no sign of the captain
  146. >maybe you got lucky
  147. >you're just above to make it to the hallway to the mess hall when the captain steps out in front of you
  148. >gah!
  149. >where the fuck was he hiding?
  150. >"So, Private! Where do you think you're going?"
  151. "Sir, I'm on my way to the mess hall before reporting for duty, just like you ordered, sir!"
  152. >he smiles cruelly
  153. >"Really, Private? Why, I was under the impression that you were going to be spending the next six hours scrubbing down the shower stall that you assaulted another guard in!"
  154. >fuck, word travels fast
  155. >then again, it wasn't exactly quiet
  156. >or private
  157. "B-But then I won't be able to go on rotation with the Princess!"
  158. >the captain smiles at you
  159. >an evil, malicious smile
  160. >"Ain't that a shame."
  161. >you nod slowly
  162. >"There's a bucket, there's a scrub brush, there's soap and water down there. Get it, and get cleanin', or else your ass is going to be served up at dinner tonight on a silver platter!"
  163. "Yes, sir."
  164. >you grab the cleaning supplies, and scamper away
  165. >man, fuck that hardass
  166. >you're not going to waste a chance to be with Celestia
  167. >it's a risk, but you're going to have to take it
  168. >you run up the staircase, past the guard at the armory (who is dozing, by the looks of it), and scamper down the hallway
  169. >you'll have to figure out what to do with the cleaning supplies
  170. >you stop and slow down, turning towards the staircase
  171. >you're going to need to be VERY careful that your captain doesn't see you
  172. >you ditch the cleaning supplies at the top of the stairs, and walk on the tips down the staircase towards the mess hall
  173. >hurts like fuck, but at least your quiet
  174. >you peak into the crowded mess hall, the captain nowhere to be seen
  175. >you do spot your best friend in the guard, Steep Steel, sitting a few tables over
  176. >he's been on the Celestial shift for almost a year now
  177. >he's who got you so hyped about it
  178. >also probably the source of your infatuation with the Princess, given how he talks about her
  179. >but you can't trust everything he says
  180. >there's no way she takes guards out at random to have "private" sessions with them in the royal bedchambers
  181. >that's all talk
  182. >right?
  183. >of course it's all talk
  184. >well... until proven otherwise
  185. >you'd need to do some more "investigation" in that area
  186. >you head on over to the food line
  187. >what's for breakfast? Hay again?
  188. >OH BOY!
  189. >Enlisted food... enlisted food never changes
  190. >you get your serving, and a little trough of water, and levitate them both before you, making your place down next to Steep Steel
  191. >"Oh, Anon! What's good, horncolt?"
  192. "Is that a jab at the unicorn thing, or the shower incident?"
  193. >Steep Steel looks down at his food, contemplating this for a moment
  194. >"You know, come to think of it, both!"
  195. >you pick at your hay, looking around nervously
  196. "You know, you're a unicorn too."
  197. >"Doesn't make our head protrusions any less hilarious."
  198. >you shrug, and take a bite of the dry hay
  199. >guh
  200. >"So, you took on Shield Breaker in the showers, huh?"
  201. "Well, it was either that or let him have his way with me. Believe me, it'll take someone pretty fucking important for me to let 'em go in that out hole. So what you got going on today?"
  202. >Steep chews thoughtfully on some hay for a moment
  203. >"I'm taking Celestia from noon to three today. Might go out drinking tonight, if you wanna come."
  204. >you smile
  205. "Hey, I've got the Princess from noon to three too! I just got put on rotation!"
  206. >he returns the smile
  207. >"No way! That's fucking awesome! Maybe she can finally show you the private bedroom..."
  208. >he grins mischievously
  209. >you sigh
  210. "I really think that's just a load of crap. It's just... the Princess could have any stallion or mare she wants. Why would she just fuck her guards?"
  211. >"We're the closest to her, dude. We listen to her talk when she's lonely, we give her company when she's doing some stupid paperwork, and we're always there for her. She likes to repay us!"
  212. >he smiles dreamily.
  213. >"It's the life, man. I've only been in their twice, but damn... felt like the sun itself was inside me."
  214. >you raise an eyebrow, and turn down to your hay
  215. "Well, whatever. Still think it's bullshit. Wouldn't want me first off, anyway..."
  216. >Steel pats you on the back
  217. >"Don't think like that! She'll wanna take you for a spin at least once. And if you're awful, then..."
  218. >you punch him in the side, and he laughs
  219. >"Nah, I'm kidding."
  220. >he looks at you as you glance around the room again
  221. >"Why are you acting so twitchy?"
  222. >you push your trey forward, swallowing your bite of hay
  223. "Well, this has been nice, but I gotta go. I've got to be on the lookout for the captain right now."
  224. >Steep Steel pushes his hay around
  225. >"Why?"
  226. "He heard about the shower scene, and I guess he has a hard on for Shield Rapist. Sent me to scrub the showers, but there is no way I was missing out on the Celestial shift."
  227. >Steep Steel gives you a sly smile
  228. >"Hey, guess you're finally taking your fate into your own hooves. Good for you, Anon! Good for you."
  229. >you take a few quick sips from your mini-trough, and get up, waving goodbye to Steep Steel
  230. "See you at noon!"
  231. >he salutes you in an informal, joking way
  232. >that guy...
  233. >you've still got about two hours before noon
  234. >what do?
  235. >you decide that walking around the castle would be best for avoiding the captain
  236. >he'll have a harder time finding you if you don't stay in one place
  237. >you gotta be on the lookout for Shield too
  238. >you don't want to have to deal with him right now
  239. >you could always hide in the garden...
  240. >as you ponder this, walking along the fifth floor corridor, you hear voices
  241. >oh shit
  242. >that's the captain and a lieutenant!
  243. >fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
  244. >you look around for a place to hide
  245. >there's a broom closet
  246. >there's a statue of the Princess
  247. >and there's a window
  248. >broom closet! The shirker's hideaway!
  249. >you're not even sure they're used for brooms anymore
  250. >you slide right on in, closing it quietly behind you
  251. >you hide in the dark, breathing as quietly as you can
  252. >it's completely dark, save for the sliver of light coming from under the door
  253. >you hear the captain's voice
  254. >"...well, when they found the skeleton in the kitchen, they assumed it was mine, so by the time I got home the landlord had already rented the place out to someone else. So..."
  255. >the voice fades away, and you let out a sigh of relief
  256. >two large glowing eyes appear right next to you, causing your heart to stop for a moment.
  257. >"Hey."
  258. >you let out a little squeak, and sink to the floor
  259. "Hi."
  260. >your voice is a few octaves higher than normal
  261. >you sound like somepony stepped on your balls and ground them around a little bit
  262. >you're shaking pretty bad
  263. >"What're you doing in my bedroom?"
  264. "I... I didn't know it was your bedroom! I thought it was a broom closet!"
  265. >"It is."
  266. >you stare at the eyes for a moment. The voice is decidedly feminine, so you're gonna use female pronouns from now on with her.
  267. "I-It's both?"
  268. >"Well, it's not really my bedroom. I just crash here during the day. I work the..."
  269. >there's a creepy pause for some reason, and from somewhere off in the castle, you hear an ominous piano chord play.
  270. >"The Night Shift."
  271. "Oh, so your one of Luna's guards. Sorry I didn't need to intrude, I only needed somewhere to hide for a moment. The moment has passed so I will get out of your mane."
  272. >"Wait! Hold on."
  273. >you wait and hold on
  274. "Huh? Why?"
  275. >"You're like, the first pony who has talked to me in days."
  276. >you raise an eyebrow, which you suppose she can see, since nightvision and whatever
  277. "Really? Why?"
  278. >"Well... nopony on my team are really talkers, and those who are..."
  279. >she sighs
  280. >"They're fucking depressing."
  281. "Well if you don't mind me keeping you up, I do have a few hours before I have to report for duty, so sure never talked to a night guard before."
  282. >"Sure! I don't need much sleep, it was just kinda jarring to be woken up when you slammed in."
  283. >you figure introducing yourself is the first step in any meaningful relationship establishment.
  284. "I'm Anonymous, but everypone calls me Anon."
  285. >"I'm Jarboe."
  286. >you try not to ask her about her name
  287. "Jarboe?"
  288. >man, fuck you, brain
  289. >"Yeah. Got a problem?"
  290. "No, it's just... different, is all."
  291. >"Well, thestrals do have their own naming conventions."
  292. "It's nice to meet you Jarboe."
  293. >you stick your hoof out, and bump into her. You blush, and move your hoof to a more neutral zone.
  294. >she giggles
  295. >"Yeah, must be a bitch not being able to see in the dark, huh?"
  296. "It's got its ups and downs."
  297. >"Well, you're not really a looker in the dark. no one is. It's all black and white in here... makes me wish I could stand sunlight."
  298. "You don't like the sun?"
  299. >"Hurts my eyes. Too much light... bleh. But fuck, if I don't miss colors while I'm stuck in the dark..."
  300. >she sighs wistfully
  301. >she takes your hoof and shakes it. Her hoof feels really... weird. Like she had it on ice for a really long time.
  302. >you decide to make some idle conversation, to make sure she doesn't get too depressed talking about eyesight
  303. "Well, I'm starting my first assignment guarding Celestia herself today, what's your usual assignment detail with the night guard?"
  304. >"Wow, you get to guard a princess? You have to be on the force for a while to even SEE Princess Luna in..."
  305. >the same chord from earlier plays.
  306. "The Night Guard."
  307. >you frown
  308. >"But it's not awful, aside from the company. Usually I just take over the job of a sleeping pony. Sometimes I fly above the palace, and sometimes I patrol the gardens and the grounds. We get a lot of criminal action in..."
  309. >chord
  310. >"The Night Guard, so it's a lot less boring."
  311. "Why do you pause whenever you say..."
  312. >suddenly, your throat goes dry, and you can't speak
  313. >a dry hiss of air escapes, but nothing else
  314. >there's that dramatic chord
  315. >suddenly, feel your throat return to normal, and you shakily say
  316. "Th-The Night Guard?"
  317. >you hear her sigh
  318. >"It's a curse. Every thestral has a curse. Sometimes minor, sometimes bigger."
  319. >your eyes go wide
  320. >"And yours is contagious? Oh sweet Celestia, am I gonna have to pause and hear that chord every time I want to say..."
  321. >chord
  322. "The Night Guard?"
  323. >she giggles
  324. >"No, stupid. That's just hysteria. You said it normal earlier. Now your mind is just fucking with you."
  325. "Oh."
  326. >you blush again, and she makes a high pitch noise that sounds like a strangle sort of giggle
  327. >creepy
  328. "So, earlier, you mentioned that you run into criminals on the job. What kind?"
  329. >"Mostly just like, teenagers trying to rough the place up. Graffiti and shit. We don't deal with major things, like assassins or jewel thieves or nothin'. Not often, anyway."
  330. >you nod slowly
  331. "Wish we got some action. Seems like we're doing all this guarding for nothing."
  332. >"Well, it's not THAT exciting, but... keeps my nights busy."
  333. >you've got an idea
  334. "Here."
  335. >you spark your horn, creating a faint, dull glow
  336. >you can't see any colors, but by the sound of her gasp, she can
  337. >"Oh wow, Anon, you look... just like the others guards, but fuck! I can see colors!"
  338. >she places her cold hooves on your legs
  339. >"Actual white..."
  340. >she runs them over your armor
  341. >"Actual gold... fuck..."
  342. >is she salivating?
  343. "U-Um... has it been a while since you've seen c-colors?"
  344. >"Oh, you don't even know..."
  345. >she pauses, blushing herself, which looks really weird in black and white
  346. >"Sorry, am I weirding you out? I... I mean..."
  347. "Well, I'm not quite used to mares running their hooves over me in such a way..."
  348. >"Not a guy of a lot of action?"
  349. >you frown
  350. "Hey! I... I get some... well, I mean... do you say that to everypony right after you meet them?"
  351. >she giggles, still blushing
  352. >"Sorry, I guess I am rather... abrasive."
  353. >you hear 11 loud rings
  354. >still got an hour left, alright
  355. "So, Jarboe... you can, you know, keep going... I don't really mind, it just took me by surprise, is all."
  356. >she laughs
  357. >"Damn, you really are a horndog..."
  358. >she looks up at your horn and then laughs harder
  359. >"AHAH! Oh, jeez..."
  360. >you clamp your hooves over your horn.
  361. "Do you know a guard named Steep Steel, by any chance?"
  362. >she shrugs. "Nope. Doesn't ring a bell."
  363. >you shake your head, and then chuckle, looking up at her
  364. >the two of you are soon laughing up a storm
  365. >when you two calm down, you scoot closer to Jarboe.
  366. "D-Do you wanna like, I dunno..."
  367. >she waits patiently while you battle with your tongue and vocal chords
  368. "D-Do a thing?"
  369. >she snorts
  370. >"What?"
  371. "Like, I dunno, you seem really... kinda like..."
  372. >you stammer, blushing really hard
  373. "Do you wanna do it?"
  374. >you blurt this out, shoving a hoof in your mouth a little too late.
  375. >she laughs out again, this time being the scooter
  376. >"Well, you're very up front, aren't you, Anon?"
  377. "Well, I-I do pride myself on being upfront."
  378. >she giggles again, and leans up against you
  379. >"Well, maybe if you can... entertain me, we can have a little fun," she says, rubbing up against you.
  380. >Man, that is fucking cold!
  381. >makin' your hairs stand on end
  382. >b-but in a good way
  383. >this could end very well
  384. >alright, Anon
  385. >how can you entertain her...
  386. "Well, I mean... what do YOU find entertaining?"
  387. >"A lot of things... colors, mostly..."
  388. "Yeah, I got that."
  389. >she gives you a besmused look
  390. >"You want to humor the mare you're trying to rut, Anon."
  391. >you close your mouth, nodding
  392. >Jarboe laughs and smiles at you, her pointed teeth glowing in the light of your horn
  393. >"I like being able to actually talk with ponies, like you! I can actually talk with you, and I feel like you're listening... no one on..."
  394. >you hum along with the chord this time, having anticipated it
  395. >"The Night Guard really cares enough to talk, and I feel like that sets you apart."
  396. >you blush and smile, leaning up against her
  397. >the chill feels lovely now
  398. >like a breeze on a cold November day
  399. >"I like being able to know you're actually here, Anon. That you're real. Not just some... figment."
  400. "Am I entertaining?"
  401. >she smiles at you
  402. >"You know what? You really are."
  403. >you smile
  404. >and you make your move
  405. >you lean in, and kiss her on the cheek
  406. >it's like putting your lips on cold marble
  407. >but that was certainly fur right there
  408. >you could care less, because you've never kissed marble that felt this nice
  409. >and you speak from experience, you've had a lot of... intimate relationships with statues of Princess Celestia before
  410. >you briefly wonder if it would be rude to tell her that she feels cold, but nice
  411. >but you are Anonymous
  412. >not Tactnonymous
  413. >bitch can deal
  414. "You know, Jarboe, you feel... cold."
  415. >she shrugs
  416. >"I know. Thestrals ride the cold winds, we're a cold race. We're closer to Luna then Celestia, so... we're colder."
  417. "It feel nice, though."
  418. >she affords you a smile
  419. >this bitch ma be ice cold
  420. >but you will make her melt
  421. >you should also stop referring to her as a bitch in your inner monologues, her eyes give you this weird sensation, like she can read your mind
  422. >you bring your hooves up, and them them over her wings
  423. >they feel almost bristly, which is super weird for wings
  424. >but the rough feeling along your hooves is nearly orgasmic
  425. >fuck, thestrals are so amazing
  426. >Jarboe shivers
  427. >"Mmm, Anon... your hooves are far more nimble then thestral hooves... they're a light, delicate touch... I love them."
  428. >aw yiss
  429. >making the mares melt
  430. >well, she's liking your hooves
  431. >might as well go for the plot
  432. >maybe some friction will warm her up
  433. >you embrace her fully, your front pushed up against hers
  434. >chills running down your spine
  435. >your hooves trail down against her lower back
  436. >Jarboe gasps where your hooves reach her backside
  437. >it's not overly plump, but it's not bony, either
  438. >muscular is a good word
  439. >taught and fit
  440. >Jarboe is /in shape/
  441. >kinda makes you feel bad about shirking on your workout drills
  442. >but now's not the time for self-pity over your flab
  443. >you've got to make some heat
  444. >you slowly begin to rub your hooves up and down on her flanks
  445. >Jarboe moans softly into your ear
  446. >even her breathe is cold
  447. "Let's warm that breathe up."
  448. >before she can even respond, you give her a kiss on the lips, gently bringing your two mouths together
  449. >her lips are cold, but full
  450. >her tongue is cold, but strong
  451. >you breathe in slightly, mixing your warm breathe with her icy one
  452. >Jarboe moans deeply
  453. >her saliva is like ice water
  454. >almost refreshing, really
  455. >your hooves are still idly trailing up and down her flanks
  456. >you kiss her on the chin, just below the lips
  457. >and then a kiss right under her chin, where her neck begins
  458. >"Ah... your mane tickles, Anon..."
  459. >she must have gotten a face full of it
  460. >but that's not the only things she'll get a face full of
  461. >you player you
  462. >you can feel your loins stirring
  463. >oh man, you are one lucky guardpone
  464. >you kiss her neck once more, this time on the side
  465. >your face is in her mane, the cold fibers brushing up against you
  466. >blasting your face like a blustery breeze
  467. >you slowly lick down to her shoulder, and place a kiss on her upper back
  468. >"Mm, Anon... where are you..."
  469. >your hooves have frozen in place, but now you're pushing down on that toned flank
  470. >applying pressure to those muscles
  471. >you rise up a bit, leaning down over her back
  472. >kissing her right above her wings
  473. >she moans louder than ever
  474. "Keep it down, will you? Somepony might hear you, and then our fun will end!"
  475. >you nibble gently at the base of her wing, and Jarboe bites her lip, making a strained, repressed groaning noise
  476. "And you wouldn't want that, would you?"
  477. >"N-No..."
  478. "Good..."
  479. >you are no standing on your back hooves, curled around under her left arm and kissing down right between her wings
  480. >your hooves are digging into that magnificent plot
  481. >and Jarboe is trying her best not to moan out
  482. >you sit still for a moment, holding onto the thestral
  483. >it's time to move forward
  484. >be forward, just like she said you were
  485. "A-Alright, Jarboe... turn around."
  486. >she lets out a soft gasp as she lets go of her lip
  487. >"Wh-What?"
  488. "Turn around."
  489. >she slides out of your grasp, and obliges, turning around. You've got a nice view of that dark grey plot.
  490. >Nice hips, not obscenely wide, but not cramped either
  491. >shapely, and you bet you could see the movement of her muscles under her coat and skin if it were brighter in here
  492. >this is nice
  493. "Lift your tail..."
  494. >her thick, black tail, flicks for a moment, then hikes up
  495. >her nethers are in the shadow of her tail, but as you move your face closer, your horn illuminates them
  496. >they're jet black in coloration, and her slit is glistening ever so slightly
  497. >oh myyyyy
  498. "Open your legs..."
  499. >Jarboe shifts her legs, and slides them open
  500. >her slit parts ever so slowly, a thin web of juices connecting the two lips
  501. >her anus is puckered, and quivering slightly
  502. >damn, you are a lucky colt today
  503. >you've got to lick that sweet marepuss
  504. >you lean in, and lick it
  505. >your eyes go wide as your tongue connects with her pussy
  506. >it's fucking cold
  507. >like licking a Popsicle
  508. >you should have been prepared for this
  509. >but you were not
  510. >your body wasn't ready
  511. >it's got a subtle taste to it that marepuss usually doesn't have
  512. >a hint of vanilla? No, it was sharper than that
  513. >fuck
  514. >you can't place it
  515. >oh well
  516. >Jarboe is quivering now
  517. >you can hear her short, quick breathing echoing around the closet
  518. >you lean forward just a bit more, breathing a teasing, warm breath onto her frigid cunt
  519. >her pussy shudders, and her clit exposes itself, winking at you a few times
  520. >you get real close, smiling deviously
  521. >and the next time it pops out, you latch onto it with your lips
  522. >"AH! A-Anon!"
  523. >you gently suckle on her sweet spot, teeth ever so gently resting on it
  524. >gentle nibbles
  525. >"G-Gah... Anon, w-wow..."
  526. >you slide your tongue down on the upside of her clit, and move in on her pussy
  527. >it brushes over her urethra, the slightly salty taste sending a shiver down your own spine
  528. >you relinquish her clit, and slowly start licking your way upward
  529. >gently wetting down the edges of her labia as you head up towards her anus
  530. >you've gotten it all nice and moist now
  531. >you lick your lips, and eye your prize
  532. >Anon Jr is rearing and ready to go
  533. "I'm going to mount you now, alright?"
  534. >Jarboe nods, biting her lip, a thin trail of saliva leaking down from the corner of her mouth
  535. >you smile, and place your hooves on either side of her wings
  536. >you line your hips up, your member bumping against her inner thighs
  537. >sliding up the length of her slit
  538. >primed and ready for action
  539. >you need to give her the D
  540. >you were made for this
  541. >Actually, you were made because of a faulty condom, but you like to pretend otherwise
  542. >you thrust forward, parting her pussy like the goddamn red sea
  543. >Jarboe lets out a loud moan
  544. >and yeah, so do you
  545. >you keep thinking about how you're going to get caught
  546. >but you can't help but keep thrusting forward, and letting out little moans
  547. >it feels like you've just immersed your dick in a bucket of ice
  548. >but by Luna's perky nipples, you think you've got a chilling fetish now
  549. >fucking thestrals man
  550. >fucking thestrals
  551. >you hope silently that nopony needs to use the cleaning supplies
  552. >that would be awkward
  553. >you might even get kicked out of the guard
  554. >but you're in full fuck right now
  555. >you can't stop
  556. >so you keep thrusting
  557. >Jarboe is making high pitch squeaking noises
  558. >like somepony stepped on a bat
  559. >you hug her sides, and lay your back down on her
  560. >thrusting faster and faster
  561. >you could care less if you get caught now
  562. >you're getting close
  563. >you're gonna burst
  564. >you consider warning Jarboe that you're gonna cum
  565. >but decide against it
  566. >that's just not how the Anon pony do
  567. >you need to get all the way in there first
  568. >bury your whole dick in this ice cave
  569. >you thrust forward hard, sliding in all eight of your inches
  570. >Jarboe lets out a massive gasp
  571. >man, if there's anypony in this hall right now, you two are so fucked
  572. >figuratively
  573. >but because the literal's already going on
  574. >you're golden, baby
  575. >you're balls deep
  576. >you feel your balls against her cold body
  577. >smacking against them lightly
  578. >you can't hold out for much longer
  579. >with a single grunt, you cum
  580. >"ANON!"
  581. >you feel like your crotch was just dunked in arctic waters
  582. >hopefully, some nice warm stallion seed with thaw out Jarboe a little
  583. >you can feel the rivulets of your cum running past your cock as Jarboe
  584. >flexes her muscles
  585. >filth.mp3
  586. >you're pumping a lot of potential pony paste into her
  587. >the possible reprocusions of this don't even occur to your
  588. >you're on cloud nine, baby
  589. >and you're not talking about the pegasus gay bar
  590. >"A-Anon..."
  591. >Jarboe and you stay there for a moment, breathing heavily together
  592. >she's considerably warmer than she was before
  593. >or maybe you're just going numb from the constant exposure to somepony so cold
  594. >who cares
  595. >you had the sex, baby
  596. >and it was good
  597. >but was it good for her?
  598. "So, Jarboe..."
  599. >"Nuh?"
  600. "What did you think of this little exchange?"
  601. >Jarboe breaths heavily for a little bit
  602. >"I think..."
  603. >"I think that I will take to the habit of sleeping in broom closets far more often."
  604. >you and her share a short chuckle
  605. >"D-Do you mind... pulling out?"
  606. >you oblige, a good amount of thick unicorn seed splattering the floor at Jarboe's back hooves
  607. >"You know, Anon..." Jarboe says, bringing her hoof up to her messy cunt and wiping off some of the cum
  608. >"I really had a lot of fun."
  609. >you stare at her smiling in the dim light of your horn, that weird little blush on her cheeks.
  610. >"And I really think that we should..."
  611. >she twists around onto her back, front hooves on her chest, back legs spread wide open
  612. >her cute little belly a little bit pudgier than the rest of her body
  613. >"Do mo—"
  614. >BONGBONGBONGBONGBONGBONGBONGBONGBONGBONGBONGBONG
  615. >oh shit!
  616. "Sorry Jarboe, I gotta run! My shift with the Princess starts now!"
  617. >you grab your helmet, which must have been discarded at some point you can't remember
  618. >you fling open the door to the broom closet, and almost walk right into...
  619. >Shield Breaker
  620. >well, his ass is the more appropriate term, as he's facing away from you
  621. >and by some stroke of luck, hasn't noticed you yet
  622. >what do?
  623. >you stand there, hoping he isn't going in the same direction you're going
  624. >he is
  625. >fuck
  626. >he's walking smugly down the hall towards the staircase that will lead up to the courtroom floor
  627. >and he says something that makes your seethe in anger
  628. >"Fuck! Today turned out better then I could ever hope! Even though I didn't get Anon's sweet ass, I get his position guarding Celestia while he scrubs the showers! Hah!"
  629. >you are going to knock this fucker out
  630. >no one takes your spot with the Princess
  631. >not after you waited so long
  632. >but fuck
  633. >what would you do it with?
  634. >there's probably something in the closet with Jarboe...
  635. >oh shit!
  636. >Jarboe!
  637. >If she can brave the light, she could help you get this fuck dealt with
  638. >you'll have to move fast...
  639. >the fire inside you has died
  640. >you can't do this
  641. >it seemed great in the heat of the moment, but...
  642. >sometimes, life's a bitch.
  643. >at least you've got Jarboe
  644. >and hell, maybe you'll get another chance soon.
  645. >right?
  646. >yeah, right...
  647. >you open up the closet, where you see Jarboe licking the inside of her thigh like a dog
  648. >she makes a loud, high pitch hissing noise as the light is cast over her
  649. >you quickly shut the door behind you, and light up your horn
  650. >you shut it a little louder then you intended
  651. >"The fuck?" you hear Shield Breaker say from down the hall
  652. >hoofbeats getting closer
  653. >shit
  654. >Jarboe looks at you. "Who's that?"
  655. >you swallow hard
  656. "Can we hide a body in here, Jarboe?"
  657. >she gives you a look that suggests she thinks tht you're mentally ill
  658. >"You're not gonna kill whoever that is, are you?"
  659. "Well..."
  660. >you give her the quick, abridged version
  661. "Rapist, captain's bitchboy, gonna tear my ass up."
  662. >she ponders this for a moment
  663. >"Let's just take him out. If he attacks us first, we can say it's self defense!"
  664. "Shh!"
  665. >you can hear his hoofbeats stop right in front of the closet door
  666. >the door swings open
  667. >Shield Breaker looks very surprised to see you
  668. >but it soon turns to aggression
  669. >Jarboe shrieks and recoils to the back of the closet, away from the light
  670. >Adrenaline is pumping in your veins
  671. >you're ready
  672. "Oy, you back for another round?"
  673. >Shield Breaker grits his teeth, and prepares to charge
  674. >you try and hop to the side
  675. >but to no avail
  676. >you get steamrolled by that faggot
  677. >you're pinned on the ground, his hulking frame over you
  678. >"Well, looks like I'm not only taking your place with the Princess, but revenge for earlier, AND your anal virginity as well!"
  679. >"Today /is/ a great day!"
  680. >you struggle under him, but you can't break free
  681. >he's slowly lowering himself down
  682. >you close you eyes
  683. >THWACK!
  684. >you feel a weight lifted off you, and a HARD crushing feeling on your back legs
  685. "FUCK!"
  686. >you see him laying on your back legs
  687. >you're still pinned, but you can move your forelegs and upper body
  688. >you see Jarboe stumbling around in little twirls, holding her hooves over her eyes
  689. >"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..."
  690. >you swing the door shut with a spark from your horn
  691. >you swing wildly down at Shield, and from the high pitched squeal that comes from him
  692. >you don't think it hit his face
  693. >suddenly, you feel him being lifted off you, and you hear a loud SMASH
  694. >a bucket rolls over towards you
  695. >you hear another SMASH
  696. >a BANG
  697. >a CRUNCH
  698. >and even
  699. >a POP!
  700. >a small groan comes from the corner of the closet, and you feel something cold move up next to you
  701. >you see Jarboe open her eyes int he darkness
  702. >and you light your horn
  703. >"Hi," she pants, out of breath, a large bruise on her cheek, and a trickle of blood making its way down from one of her nostrils
  704. "H-Hey."
  705. "Jarboe?"
  706. >"Yeah?"
  707. >you kiss her on the lips, her blood cold and metallic
  708. >like liquid steel
  709. "You're an amazing mare."
  710. >you wipe away the blood from her face with your hoof, smearing it across her cheek
  711. >whoops
  712. >kinda hard to do this with big, bulky hooves, and trying to avoid that bruise
  713. "Are you okay?"
  714. >"I've been beaten up worse."
  715. "But are you okay?"
  716. >she smiles, but it looks more like a grimace
  717. >"It hurts so fucking bad."
  718. >she giggles and cringes
  719. >you hug her tenderly
  720. "Want to go to another closet, away from the scene of the crime? I could blindfold you so you don't hurt your eyes..."
  721. >Jarboe tilts her head to the side
  722. >"Well, usually when somepony wants to blindfold a mare and 'lead' her someplace, that sends up a red flag..."
  723. >you give her a look, and she chuckles weakly
  724. >"Okay, fine. I know you'll be sweet about it."
  725. >now, to find something to keep her eyes safe...
  726. >there are some cleaning rags, that might do the trick!
  727. >you grab a (mostly) clean one, and tie it around her eyes and forehead
  728. "Come on, I'll lead you to the medical ward instead. You're too classy for a closet."
  729. >she giggles as you open the door, kicking Shield in the stomach for good measure
  730. >you saunter down the hall, towards the staircase that would have lead you to the throne room
  731. >fuck, that's right!
  732. >Celestia's a guard down
  733. >well, Jarboe's health is a bit more important now
  734. >you step onto the stairway when suddenly, a shooting pain goes through your back legs, together at once, and you fall down onto the stair, rumbling down a few before you catch yourself
  735. >shit, your back legs! that fatass landed on them and must of busted them up
  736. >you were so full of adrenaline that you didn't even notice the pain
  737. >come to think of it, you were hobbling down the hallway
  738. >the pain is excruciating
  739. >"Anon? Are you okay?" Jarboe calls out to you from a few steps upward
  740. "I'm fine, I just fucked my legs up! Shield landed on them pretty hard..."
  741. >you look up and down the stairwell
  742. >nopony around
  743. "HEY! LITTLE HELP HERE! INJURED GUARDS!"
  744. >after a moment of silence, Jarboe turns her head down in your direction
  745. >"I don't think anypony is coming, Anon."
  746. >fuck, she's right
  747. "W-Well, do you think you could carry me?"
  748. >"I can't see, wingus."
  749. "Yeah, but I could direct you! Tell you where to fly, and stuff."
  750. >"Well... I dunno. You'd have to ditch your armor."
  751. >ditch your armor?
  752. >your pride and joy?
  753. >fuck, why are the bitches always making you CHOOSE?
  754. >you take off your armor and your helmet, carefully setting them on the step next to you
  755. "G-Goodnight, sweet princes...
  756. >you drag yourself up to Jarboe's hooves
  757. "I-I'm gonna try and climb up on you, alright?"
  758. >you grunt as you hoist yourself onto her back
  759. >she groans loudly
  760. >"Damn Anon, what do you eat, cinderblocks?"
  761. "Hey, I'm actually pretty stoaked about this! I didn't think I'd get a chance to be on top of you again so soon!"
  762. >she shifts her weight to the right, and you slide off of her, tumbling down next to your armor
  763. >after painfully crawling up back on top of her, she spreads her wings, giving a few hard flaps
  764. >"Gah! Fuck, you're too heavy. I think I can walk with you just fine, though."
  765. "Alright... the infirmary is just down these steps, a floor below us. Then we can take the corridor down to the very end, and we're there."
  766. >Jarboe nods, and takes a careful step down.
  767. >you almost slide off of her, and she almost looses her balance
  768. >you both scream out, and you hug her tightly to keep from slipping
  769. "O-Okay... now the next one."
  770. >this is going to be a LONG walk
  771. >after a painstaking 20 minutes, you two make it to the landing
  772. >you only stumbled like, four times!
  773. >and each time, Jarboe was able to catch herself using her wings
  774. >it was nerve-wracking, though.
  775. >you two are now slowly heading down the hallway
  776. >you need something to break the awkward silence though
  777. >the only noises you two have exchanged in the past 20 minutes have been obscenities and strangled screams
  778. >come on Anon... think!
  779. "So..."
  780. >you break the awkward silence with that word and a clearing of your throat
  781. "When is your shift tonight? Maybe I can treat you to dinner before you start, or I could wake up earlier and treat you to a pre-sunrise breakfast?"
  782. >she giggles
  783. >"Dinner sounds nice... and so does breakfast... care for both?"
  784. "Well, you did beat up a rapist for me..."
  785. >Jarboe smiles
  786. >"I'd do it again. And NOT just because I like beating up ponies... but I totally do."
  787. >you two share a laugh
  788. >you do a lot of that with her
  789. "Hey, we're almost at the medical ward! We can get you all patched up."
  790. >"Me? You're the one who can barely walk! Jeez, I am saving your ass today..."
  791. >you two enter the medical ward
  792. >two nurses rush over to you, having seen you coming down the hall
  793. >"What happened? Is there an attacker in the castle?"
  794. >"We got him," Jarboe says. One of the nurses goes for the rag, but she puts her hoof up. "The uh... the light hurts my eyes. Thestral."
  795. >the nurses nod, and they lead her over to a bed
  796. >leaving you on the floor with the hurt legs
  797. "Um, a little help?"
  798. >"Oh, of course!"
  799. >you're helped into a cot
  800. >one right across from Jarboe
  801. >the nurses undo her rag, and place two cotton pads over it
  802. >ties gauze nearly around her head, so it looks much more tidy, not like a hasty application to a wounded guerrilla fighter in the street
  803. >you lay there while they examine your hooves, tapping it, testing it
  804. >hurts like hell
  805. >turns out, you sprained them
  806. >or, fatty mcfatty sprained them when he landed on them
  807. >you hear hooves coming in from the side, and the nurses and the doctor, who was coming down from the end of the ward, all drop down into a bow
  808. >you turn around, and gasp softly, mouth agape, eyes wide
  809. >you are going to tell her everything
  810. >Well, you were going to tell her everything
  811. >except
  812. >you know
  813. >this isn't who you thought it would be
  814. >it's a Princess alright
  815. >but this is not the Princess you're looking for
  816. >this is Princess Luna, Princess of the Night
  817. >you gape like a fish out of water, who is also in the presence of a Princess he had never actually seen before outside of brief public cameos
  818. >"We heard that one of our own was injured. Is this her right here?"
  819. >Luna begins to walk towards Jarboe
  820. >"Yes, Princess..."
  821. >Jarboe's voice seems... distant
  822. >what's going on
  823. >"Is one of our children of the night wounded? How did this happen?"
  824. >Jarboe breathes in heavily
  825. >"I reprimanded a pony who had assaulted a guard previously."
  826. >Luna stands by Jarboe's bed
  827. >"And who is this pony? We must know."
  828. >"He is laying in the bed across from me."
  829. >Luna turns from Jarboe, and paces towards you.
  830. >Oh shit, zigger, it's the Princess of the Night
  831. >Luna looks down at you, with a stare that usually precedes castration with bare teeth
  832. >"So it was you assaulted a guard? We deal very harshly with those kinds of—"
  833. >"No!" Jarboe cuts in. "No, it's not like that! I meant that the guard who got assaulted is lying there! That's..."
  834. >she pauses
  835. >"That's Anon."
  836. "Anonymous, Princess."
  837. >your voice is barely a small squeak
  838. >"Hm. We see. What did you do with the guard who accosted you?"
  839. >oh shit
  840. >you better just go with it
  841. >you better just do it
  842. >you must save your glorious ass
  843. "W-Well, we... apprehended him, and disciplined him."
  844. >"And where is this guard now?"
  845. "Um... currently, he is recovering in the 5th floor broom closet."
  846. >Luna raises an eyebrow
  847. >fuck, that look is intense
  848. >you like Celestia better
  849. >she has a warm demeanor to her that always sits right with you
  850. >Luna...
  851. >you've heard good things about her, but
  852. >right now, she's making you feel very uncomfortable
  853. >like she might disembowel you at any moment
  854. >"What did this guard do to deserve this?"
  855. "H-He tried to..."
  856. >the words can't come out
  857. >you close your lips, chewing on the inside of your cheek
  858. >how the fuck do you say this?
  859. >it was so easy to talk to Jarboe
  860. >but in front of a Princess
  861. >it almost seems shameful
  862. >"The guard attempted to sexually assault him. When he confronted him again, he threatened to do it again, and tried to carry the action out. Out skirmish followed."
  863. >based Jarboe
  864. >Luna nods
  865. >"We understand. We will send guards to gather the stallion from the broom closet, if he is still there, and pick up his statement in his side if the story."
  866. "Wait, Princess!"
  867. >your voice is hoarse, as If you had something caught in it
  868. >"Yes, Anonymous?"
  869. "M-My captain... My captain and Shield Breaker are in cahoots, and uh... They cover for each other. He covered up all the times he tried assaulting other guards, and me of course. He, um, he also punished me for fighting back against him."
  870. >you feel silly and stupid, like you're back in elementary school and telling in a kid for throwing paper balls at your head
  871. >Jarboe nods
  872. >"I can confirm that. Well, at least that the Shield Breaker seems to have been in cahoots with this captain, if what he said before assaulting Anonymous is any indication."
  873. >"Who is you captain?" Luna asks
  874. >you give her his name
  875. >"We will conduct a formal investigation."
  876. "I hope this works..."
  877. >you say this as Princess Luna trots away
  878. >"Yeah, me too," Jarboe agrees
  879. >the doctor and the nurses have stopped kowtowing and have resumed their examinations of Jarboe
  880. >the doctor pulls a curtain around her
  881. >one of the nurses assists him
  882. >the other nurse is wrapping your back hooves up
  883. "Why have they pulled the curtain around her?"
  884. >"Private examination."
  885. "How long is it going to take?"
  886. >"Shouldn't take too long. Doctor Domicile is fast and efficient."
  887. >you nod
  888. "A-Am I allowed to know what's going on in the private examination?"
  889. >she gives you a look like you're an idiot
  890. >Well, you guess you kind of are
  891. >was worth a shot though
  892. "I hope she'll be okay..."
  893. >"She'll be fine, dear, I'm sure of it..."
  894. >the nurse writes something down on her clipboard, and you shift your legs
  895. "Um, so how long will I be out of commission for?"
  896. >she sets down the quill on her clipboard
  897. >"Well, it'll take a week or two for your legs to heal up fully, but after we keep you in the ward overnight, we can give you crutches!"
  898. >what?
  899. >how do those even work for a pony?
  900. "Um..."
  901. >"It'll be like a wheelchair, basically, except we'll harness it to your midsection, and you'll have two shafts connected to wheels, so you can drag yourself around."
  902. >that sounds... kind of embarrassing
  903. >but, you suppose it'll be worth carting yourself around
  904. >unable to use stairs...
  905. >just so you can gloat to everypony about your triumph
  906. >nothing to do now but wait
  907. >you look around as the nurse trots away, sighing
  908. >after a few minutes, the curtain around Jarboe is pulled away
  909. >Doctor Domicile sighs, and looks down at his clipboard
  910. "Is everything alright?"
  911. >Doctor Domicile sighs
  912. >"Well, yes. Just some minor laceration on her face, and some bruising, nothing permanent."
  913. >"But, I did notice something in my examination..."
  914. >you look over at Jarboe, whose ears have perked up
  915. "What?"
  916. >"You two recently had unprotected sex, did you not?"
  917. >you're too mortified to make a sound, and Jarboe gasps quietly
  918. >"How... how did you..."
  919. >"Well, due to the dilation of your labia majora, the small microtears along your inner vaginal lining..."
  920. >he pauses, and you look at him with a froze face of utter horror
  921. >"...and the copious amount of fresh /semen/ contained about two inches within..."
  922. >you squeak and try and sink down into your covers
  923. >Jarboe is blushing heavily
  924. >the first time you've seen her do so in the full light
  925. >kinda cute, really
  926. >"I'd say it's a safe bet the two of you enjoyed a nice little closet rut."
  927. >"I-I thought I felt something still down there..." Jarboe mutters
  928. >fuck girl
  929. >clean up properly next time
  930. >well, time to come clean
  931. >since Jarboe can't keep herself as such
  932. "Alright, maybe we did. "But please, PLEASE don't tell anypony! Jarboe did it on her time off, but I was supposed to be... uh... doing other stuff. I was on duty! I'll get my balls busted for this."
  933. >Doctor Domicile quirks an eyebrow
  934. >"Oh, really? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't turn you in. Trust me, if you can come up with a good one, I'll keep my lips zipped. I'm not an unreasonable stallion."
  935. "I... can't think of a reason. But you name it and I might be able to do whatever you want/need done!"
  936. >the doctor smiles
  937. >"Anything?"
  938. >you nod
  939. >"Even something so ludicrous and outlandish that you'd rather just let me tell your superiors what you were doing?"
  940. "Well, yeah, but it all depends on what that is."
  941. >the doctor chuckles
  942. >"Well, if you knew before you agreed, there was no way you'd do it. So, since I rarely get to have fun in this little hell-hole, I'll leave you up to the choice: agree to do it, or agree to let me report this."
  943. >fuck, this guy is a tricky bastard
  944. >whatever
  945. >what's the worst that could happen
  946. >well, double anal penetration, but
  947. >you're willing to take that risk
  948. "Alright, fine. I'll do it."
  949. >Doctor Domicile grins
  950. >"Anon! You don't have to do this!" Jarboe says from across the room
  951. "Jarboe, I'll be fine."
  952. >"Well, you may or may not be," the doctor admits.
  953. >"You're going to be part of a drug trial."
  954. "What kind of drugs?"
  955. >Doctor Domicile shakes his head, smiling
  956. >"Well, they're supposed to be pain killers... but with these kinds of things, crazy shit goes down left and right. Really, anything could happen to you."
  957. >"I'm so glad you already agreed to do it!"

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