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Nega-Twi Hatefuck
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Prompt:
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>antiTwi will never step on your balls and call you a disgusting degenerate when you start throbbing and leaking cum from the sensations alone as a way to vent out yet another defeat
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>"You IMBECILE! What was that for?!"
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>To be honest, your fist probably hurts a lot more than that purple wood shithead's face.
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"You kicked my dick, Twilight! That's over the line."
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>"Yeah, well, aren't you into that sort of thing?"
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"Not like that!"
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>"Ooh, does it hurt, you little baby? Good~ Look, you're still hard, aren't you?"
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"T-that's besides the point."
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>"You have no point, actually, you don't get to have a point, you disgusting pervert. Now come on, I want to see your hands behind your back again so we can continue."
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"Fuck you, bootleg horse..."
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>"That's the plan, as long as I get my... kick... out of it too. Get it? Hah."
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"Wow, did that take a long time to come up with?"
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>Her hoof lands on your cock as an answer. This time a little bit more forgiving, but still pretty hurtful. Just like you like it.
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>"Smart-asses like you should know their place." she says, leaning forward. "Do you know yours, big boy?"
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"Is it under your hoof, Empress Twilight?"
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>Even though you still can't get the sarcasm out of your voice for the sake of this roleplay, it still gets the job done. She's visibly pleased and you can't deny saying those words made your dick throb under Meanlight's hard hoof.
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>She leans even closer and her cheek touches yours. In a husky voice that does a poor job of concealing her arousal, she whispers:
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>"Exactly, my good Anon."
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>Her other hoof touches your chest and that means that all of her body weight shifts to the other one - the one that's squeezing your penis right now.
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>You grunt in a wave of pain and you can almost feel Twilight smiling.
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>"Soon, all of the Equestria will be under my hoof just like that. And you, dearest, will be rewarded handsomely for your services."
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"Services, huh?"
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>"Don't get me wrong, you are utterly pathetic. But a mare needs her relief, and when such a big, juicy, throbbing opportunity presents itself..."
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"You've been needing that a lot lately."
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>Judging by how the mare tenses up this gets deeper under her "skin" than she's comfortable with.
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>Your pathetic cock gets an aggravated press - a rather painful one too.
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>"That is none of your business, young man."
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"Is it though? I thought-"
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>"It isnt'!" she cuts you off.
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>Immediately her other hoof slides down and stomps down on your sex, prompting a natural reaction from you: a nice shove to the pony's angry face.
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"Jesus Christ, I said, that's over the line!"
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>"Shut up! You come here so I can relax and this is what you give me?!"
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"I'm not your fucking therapist."
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>"Exactly, so stop with this taunting, I don't need this!"
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>She sounds serious right now.
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>"Yes, things aren't going perfect for me. But I don't want some idiot to berate me, especially when said idiot gets off on being humiliated and abused!"
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"What does this has to do with-"
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>"You're nothing and you know that! You need me way more than I need you. No pony would ever give you a single minute of their life aside from me, especially a minute of satisfying your degenerate kink."
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"And yet here you are, miss genius pony, getting your kink satisfied by the only person who can endure it at all."
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>"Don't imply that I enjoy it more than just a tension relief."
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"Your lusty moans always say otherwise."
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>"Well, be grateful for that. Who else would give you the satisfaction of being good enough to please someone. Certainly not your precious "real" Twilight."
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"Now you shut the fuck up."
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>Meanlight raises her eyebrow and your tonal shift as it seems that it's now your turn to get serious.
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>"What, you're still not over it? That's just disgusting."
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"Over it? I wouldn't even look your way if you weren't somewhat Twilight."
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>"Oh, really now. Big deal."
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>She scoffs at that, but her voice trembles at the last moment.
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"Do I look like someone who would settle for some third-rate bootleg knock-off because I just love bootlegs so much?"
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>"Of course not, you braindead pervert! You wouldn't get the real deal even if you tried!"
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"Exactly! I'm fucking pathetic, not-Twilight. So all I get is you. A bootleg human gets a bootleg pony, it's only fair."
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>"Why you-"
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>She can't even decide what is more insulting, the fact that you don't count her as a real pony, or the fact that you somehow managed to imply she's on the same level as you.
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>But when her supposedly brilliant intellect fails to connect the dots, her strong hooves never fail to connect with your body.
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>This time your arm gets the blow.
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>"Well screw you, you maniac! Scoundrel! Despicable..." she mumbles something, scrubbing the bottom of her insult barrel, but gives up and just growls and continues kicking you.
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"Shut the fuck up, you insufferable cunt!"
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>You catch her hoof mid-strike and pull it so hard she falls onto the ground.
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"I hate you so much."
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>She gasps as you pin her down on her side and force her hind leg up just enough to fit yourself in between her thighs.
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>"Anon, what are you-"
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"Do you think anyone would love you for who you are?!"
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>"Get off me!" she screams and gives you one last kick using her lifted leg, going right for your jaw.
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>The sudden pain is almost enough to make you soft. Almost.
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>You overcome it with all the rage pent up inside of you.
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"Shut the fuck up."
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>Yet again your fist hits her supposedly wooden head and she flinches in pain. You use this opportunity to finally get this ride going.
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>With a force of ungodly rage you ram your cock inside her already wet horse(wood)pussy.
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>Her moan is bordering a scream, but you don't let her get all noisy for you.
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>The weight of your body is enough to disable her and you grab her mane to force her head into the ground, driving her muzzle in the dirt.
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>With the mare being completely powerless under you, you start hammering her as fast and hard as you can.
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>You want it to hurt. By god there's nothing more you want right now.
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>But you know full well she enjoys this even more than you could possibly do.
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>Even though you do your best to keep her face down, her moans still escape her foul mouth.
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>Every bit of contempt, every bit of your pain you want to return to her. But all you manage to do is make her cum in the first minute of your mad hatefuck.
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>Her mane is still in your grip and you use it to prop her head up. Then you slam it down.
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>No reaction. She's lost in a violent rhythm of your relentless pumping.
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>So you do it again. With her eyes rolled up and tears streaming down her face, your nega-Twilight is outright broken.
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>It's no use doing anything to her now so you just continue fucking her as roughly as possible. It's hard to even get yourself off after what she's done to your dick, even if her marecunt feels fantastic, and you just want to be done with it.
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>After some time she comes to her senses somewhat as starts moaning again.
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>"S-slow down... Ahhh~"
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"Shut it!"
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>Your fist plummets her smiling face back into the dirt, wet from her tears.
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>For a moment there you think about Twilight, real Twilight. How it would feel to be with her. If it really was her.
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>There's no reason to treat this piece of wood like a princess. But for a moment, you imagine it's Twilight in your arms right now, moaning under you...
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>That finally makes you cum. You make sure to pull out of this knock-off mare before that. It's not for her.
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>Thick ropes of cum cover Meanlight's off-model cutiemark but she can't even react. She's breathing heavily on the ground and just lets out a satisfying sigh in between panting.
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>You put your clothes back on in a hurry. Before you go, you hear her speak up, still spread on the ground:
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>"Same time next week?"
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"...Yeah."
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>"Good. Don't be late."
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"Whatever."
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>You leave her hideout and head home, hoping ponies are still oblivious to you sneaking up in the Everfree every week.
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Nega-Rarity's Succ&Comb
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>You're awaken, yet again, by your body's instincts.
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>Someone's being suffocated and this someone is you.
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>It doesn't take much for you to shift into a better position so you can take a deep breath of stale morning air.
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>But as soon as you do, the grip on your neck tightens.
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>"Where do you think you're going?!"
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>The mare's annoyed voice rings out right above your head. You are locked in her tight embrace with her hooves around your neck and your face being smothered against her chest.
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>Rarity, the rotten version, is keeping you attached to herself through the night.
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>Even if you're both dirty, sticky and smelly from sweat, she won't let you go, not in the million years. And not because she just treasures you so much.
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>Well, she does, but in her own way.
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>"Did you forget already? You're mine."
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"I get it, I get it, just don't suffocate me," you grumble in a raspy voice.
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>"Oh, ready to get up already?" NegaRarara pushes herself away for a bit to see if your eyes are open.
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"No, let me sleep some more."
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>The mare frowns.
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>"Trying to keep me away from my treasure, are you?" she hisses. "Well, it's not going to work."
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>You know what she's up to as soon as the pony slides down and kicks the thin blanket off of your lower body.
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"No, please, not now."
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>"No, I need to have it, it's mine!"
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"We've been doing this all night, don't you think-"
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>A warm sensation around your flaccid and sore dick stops you from finishing that thought.
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>Meanity can't mount you like this, so instead her tender lips encircle your member in a seemingly futile attempt to get you hard.
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>After she milked you completely dry last night you don't think this is possible at all. But she has to have it. Even if it's just one drop, she needs it for some reason.
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>Even if she always makes you cum deep inside her tight pony snatch, it doesn't really matter where she receives your seed, as long as she gets it.
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>It's hers, just like you. Like everything about you.
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>You're another piece of junk in her collection and you seem to be her favorite one. Even though her collection is really impressive. Even now you're lying in the center of it, on a mattress among all the junk, like in some sort of crater.
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>There's barely any fresh air and the room reeks of endless sex. The milking machine that is this warped version of Rarity doesn't hide the fact that she enjoys you more than any other thing in her collection.
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>It does flatter you, the resolve with which she attacks you and drains every bit of passion out of you. Everything you have to offer she will take.
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>You know it's not because she likes you so much. She likes to hoard things. That's your only value.
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>It's still better than anything you've had in your life. You don't care how pathetic it sounds. She wants you, and when you're faced with a female who stops at nothing to make you cum time and time again, it's kinda hard to rationalize disliking it. The reason why doesn't matter at this point.
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>After yet another night of milking you don't think you'll be able to get hard ever again. But here you are.
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>This pony works wonders. Not only is she extremely gentle, teasing your tip without applying too much pressure, she also makes cute wet noises while doing it.
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>The moist warmth of her mouth feels just right and, to your own surprise, you find yourself getting erect again.
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>You just can't win here. The worst thing is, you don't know if you'll be able to satisfy her need that easily. And that means you're in for a long ride.
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>For now you're able to enjoy it. Anti-Rarity works her way around your dick thoroughly but with care. She hasn't been with you for long, but she's a quick learner. She knows how to please you.
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>The end justifies the means for her. She doesn't feel humiliated, quite the opposite. She's proud of herself when she gets her reward, like she's achieved something.
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>Meanwhile, you're fully erect. Your rod disappears in Meanity's mouth fully without any sort of hindrance.
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>Now the texture of her throat is squeezing you and, despite you being so tired, you feel so good.
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"Rarity..."
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>She responds with a satisfied gurgle and disengages from your member.
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>"Come on, give it to me. It's mine!"
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>There's no sense even talking to her, this is all she has in mind.
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>You feel kinda awful for exploiting her obsession like this, but at the same time not really. She's crazy. She doesn't know better.
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>The mare changes her tactics, instead focusing on just your tip, sucking it in a steady pace.
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>She looks you in the eyes and her gaze is pleading. Not-Rarity's lips are firmly on your cock and it almost looks like she's pouting.
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>It's... It's kinda cute.
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>Her tongue also joins in, caressing the back side of your tip. A few times the pony loosens her vacuum seal to allow herself to make a circle around you with her tongue.
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>"Come on!" she murmurs impatiently.
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>To be frank, you yourself are feeling impatient. You know you're close, but not close enough. So you decide to help.
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>Your palm lands on Meanity's withers and presses her down on your shaft. She obeys without struggle. If it gets her your seed sooner, she'll accept anything.
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>So you start guiding her head up and down, and for some time it's working, but you're still not quite there yet.
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>Now your fingers are in her mane, forcing the mare's head to take wide swings. She allows even this.
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>Grunting and panting, you focus on finishing as soon as possible, outright fucking her face now. Her mane is in your savage grip and she couldn't protest even if she wanted to. But she doesn't.
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>When you look at her, you see that her eyes are on you, and she's almost angry. Angry that you're still not done. Ironically, this is what does it.
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>It's so painful to force what little drops there are left in your balls at this point, but also so incredibly good to finally lose the tension in your dick.
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>The mare doesn't let go until you stop moving. You immediately go soft again and she has no choice but to consider the deed finished.
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>"Yes, all mine," she states, satisfied, licking her lips.
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>It's impossible for you to know what she thinks your semen is. Her sense of reality is warped enough that she thinks regular rocks are akin to diamonds, so you don't even bother asking her what exactly is so appealing in your cum.
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"Rarity, come on. We can't do it this frequently," you whine at her, covering your face with your hands.
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>"Whatever do you mean? I thought you belonged to me."
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"I do, sure," you don't even question it. "But you need to make your property work for longer, you know? I'll wear out in no time like this, so if you just let me recover-"
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>"No! I know what you're planning, mister. Once you're full of energy again you'll decide to run away and spend it with somepony else. I've seen through your plan and it won't work."
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>The poor pony is so fixated on you she thinks you'll breed the first horse you see if only she lets you out?
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>She probably doesn't even consider that you would never accomplish that even if you tried... Hell, even getting a single date with any mare seemed impossible for you. Until you found this little gem of a mare. A crazy diamond of a mare, more like, craving you like she actually likes you unconditionally, just for who you are.
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>You love to be fooled in such a way, even if you know the truth.
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"Rares, you've taken my clothes and all, I can't run away even if I wanted to. I want to be with you, honest. But I want us to, I dunno, be reasonable about it?"
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>She contemplates it for a moment and then jumps at you, forcing you into her embrace once again.
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>"Fine, be reasonable all you want, but you're staying here no matter what."
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"Alright, I'm not disputing that."
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>You kinda want to thank her for at least considering it, so you pet her a bit. She doesn't really react, but she doesn't shy away from it too. Right now she seems grumpy, but when passion sparks between you two, she can be really affectionate.
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>It bothers you that this mad pace has an effect on her too. She may not realize it, but she's dead tired, just like you. She desperately needs a break.
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>An idea comes to mind.
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"Rarity, you've been neglecting yourself an awful lot for me. You don't have to do this."
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>"Huh? What's this about? Are you..." she tries to connect this line of thought with her usual suspicion of you stealing her things, but can't.
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"Here, let me just..." you reach out into the pile of things and take a mane comb out of it - something you've been eyeing for some time now.
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>"Oh, this is how it is! Still trying to steal my things?!" Not-so-Rarity assumes defensive stance, but you shake your hands at her.
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"No, no! I just want to comb your mane. Is it alright with you? Please?"
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>You stand on your knees and try to approach Meanity to touch her head, but she growls at you like some kind of dog.
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"Come on, I'm not taking it anywhere. It will always be in my hand right here."
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>She tries to watch it closely at all times, so you can't really work like that with her head constantly twisting and turning.
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"I'm going to need you to stay still for this."
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>"Nonsense! As soon as I look away, you'll-"
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"Argh! Fine. Look, we'll do this."
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>You stand up and the disgruntled pony follows your every movement with her eyes.
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>"No, don't touch it! It's mine!" she barks as you find a big mirror still standing proud in the pile of hoarded trash.
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"Calm down, I just want to put it right here. Look."
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>Before the mare it stands, reflecting you both. What a pathetic sight you are. Dirty and naked, like some sort of hobo. That's what this kind of lifestyle does to you.
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"See, you can watch it like this even when I work."
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>"Hmph."
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>Even if she has her doubts, she allows it. You smile and start working.
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>To be honest, you don't know why you do it. It's just... It's still Rarity. A botched, deranged, insane version of her.
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>But it doesn't mean she can't be just as groomed as the real deal. In fact, her being disheveled like that looks just wrong.
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>So you arrange her mane like you've always wanted. It's not as vibrant as the real Rarity's, nor does it have the volume and the strength to hold a form like that, but it's something.
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>It's kind of a meditative experience, for both of you. Your methodical motions keep the pony's attention and for once she's not acting neurotic and jumpy.
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"Now the tail."
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>Meanity watches the mirror closely. You notice that her mouth is slightly opened. Like she's entranced by the act.
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>The tail of this pony doesn't even curl properly. But it will have to do.
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>Finishing your work, you put the comb right in front of the pony.
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"Here, all done. Don't you feel better already?"
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>"I..." she can't find an answer. "I guess."
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"No worries. I'll do it again later, if you want."
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>She remains silent. You put your hands on her shoulders, hugging her from the back. And she leans into it.
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>Closing her eyes, she says, satisfied:
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>"I think it was the right idea to keep you mine."
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"Sure was."
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>You both look at each other in the mirror. After some time you notice that the mare doesn't open her eyes - she is breathing deeply and is completely relaxed.
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>Smiling, you take the pillow and put it under your back. Leaning on it, you feel relaxed as well.
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>With sleeping crazy hoarder in your arms, you fall asleep again.
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The Mean Six threesomes
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A collection of shorts about threesomes with Mean Six ponies and their originals.
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General ideas:
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>Both you and Pinkie trying to pleasure Meany Pie so she stops being so bored, Pinkie cheers on her and tries to help her cum in any way possible while you fuck her, looks genuinely moved when Plinkie tries doing the same when it's Pinkie's time to get the D. Good vibes all around, Pinkie is happy when both of you look satisfied and happy.
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>Flutterbitch forces Fluttershy into rougher sex, like turning her gentle blowjob into a sloppy deepthroat, slamming Fluttershy's head into your crotch while looking in your eyes for a approval, then pushes her away so she can show how it's really done. When you have your way with Fluttershy she tries to verbally berate and shame her but it's obvious she's kinda jealous too when you just focus on Fluttershy, so, against her better judgement, she ends up being a lot more needy than Fluttershy.
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>Greedity, being extremely possessive, tries to turn pleasuring you into competition so you pay more attention to her that Rarity. Both you and Rarity exploit that eagerness and tease her a lot, like purposely leaving her out, or implying that Greedity is missing out on whatever Rarity is doing so she starts wanting it too. Greedity acts possessive towards Rarity as well and can't decide who she should pay more attention to, so in the end it's usually any two of you pleasuring the third one and then switching teams to pleasure another one, so overall it's good time.
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>Twilights are way more aggressive in competition and constantly try to upstage one another. Twig is a lot more raw and rough, but Twilight is more passionate and cuddly. Even if she sounds and acts confident, Twig is obviously deathly afraid of seeming inferior to her original, so she pushes herself as hard as she can and Twilight also notices that, giving her some validation in form of her own sexual attention, which makes Twig melt (in a good way) from all the unexpected affection she gets.
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Dedicated stories:
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~Fluttershy~
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Prompt:
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I bet BullyShy is a total sub in bed, a complete opposite to the dominatrix Fluttershy.
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>Fluttershy goes full Hartmann on you both while rubbing herself to the whole act.
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>"You call that rutting? I've seen guinea pigs rutting more convincingly than you lazy asses."
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>Meanshy is writhing under you but can't do much, pinned down by your whole body.
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>You hammer at her amazingly tight and hot marecunt that has never felt any sexual pleasure before this day.
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>Oh, how the table has turned on the mean pony today. And you got under Flutter's command as well.
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>All it took for Meanshy to make a U-turn in attitude was her first orgasm - a sensory overload so unfamiliar she couldn't see straight for some time.
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>And now you've already lost count to all the times her pussy clamped all around your dick, so hard it almost hurt.
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>Now it's happening again, and you force your way through yet again, amplifying Meanshy's sensations.
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>She wails quietly under you, muzzle borrowed in your sweaty chest. Her legs shake tiredly and you suspect she can't even understand what's going on anymore.
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>It's impossible for the puddle under her butt to get bigger, but you still feel her marejuice streaming down your leg.
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>"What was that?!" Fluttershy taunts her, flicking her clit at supersonic speed now. "Pathetic! Moan like a mare!"
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>"Ahh~" Meanshy makes an attempt and you can practically feel the soreness of her throat in her voice.
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>"Louder! Reward your mate for his work! He's been fucking you tirelessly and this is all you've got?"
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>"Ahhhnon! Ooh! Ahh-n~"
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>With your peripheral vision you notice how Fluttershy's head flips backwards and her body spasms a few times. This must've finally done it for her.
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>But then she's back to her normal position beside you, with vengeance.
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>"Are you STILL not done?! Can you rotten creature even please your man? Watch how a real mare does it."
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>With unexpected strength, Fluttershy jumps at you and effortlessly throws poor tired you off the mindless mare.
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>You can see how Meanshy is so far out her eyes are glassy and she doesn't even blink. But she's smiling like she's the happiest mare in Equestria right now.
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>Meanwhile, you're getting rolled on your back and immediately your dick is enveloped in wet warmth again.
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>"Ahh, all mine now," Fluttershy purrs.
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>Passing along the unfamiliar texture of Fluttershy's cunt you can't help but moan.
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>"That's right, you're gonna give your seed to me. She doesn't deserve it... Yet."
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>Without any sort of hesitation, Fluttershy starts hammering her hips down, impaling herself on your dick faster and faster.
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"Oh fuck..." you can only mutter.
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>Sudden rest and relaxation coupled with forced, uncontrollable rhythm of Fluttershy's relentless assault threatens to send you over the edge much faster than you've expected.
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>"It's fine, I don't expect you to hold it for long with me." the mare taunts you, turning her hips to the side every time she takes your whole mast in.
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>"Or do you need me to moan too? You should be the one moaning for me."
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>Maybe it's true. You feel like you really have no reason to hold back.
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>"Go on. I know you want to. Moan for me, Anon."
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>And you do. As soon as Fluttershy reaches to your chest with one hoof and takes your hand to her chest with the other, you let out a moan.
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>"Ahaha!~ A-amazing. Y-you're such a... Ahh, such a weak... Unff~"
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>Fluttershy's own orgasm promts yours right away. The mare is moaning on top of you, taking your load throb after throb, never letting your dick out of her heavenly snatch even for a moment.
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>When it's over, she regains her composure first.
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>"See?" she turns to Meanshy, who is only now coming to her senses. "Work hard for his pleasure, and maybe you'll get your fill too."
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>She touches her mean clone's face and boops her.
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>"Now let's get back to training your little tree hole, shall we?"
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~Pinkie Pie~
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Prompt:
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seeing as how Pinkie Pie makes it her personal mission to bring joy into other's lives, like with Cranky, she'd probably cheer Anon on as he fucks Pinkie Pine, but the clone's lack of reaction would force Pinkie to take matters into her own hooves.
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With a strap-on.
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In her clones ass.
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While you're still pounding her pussy,
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Double Penetration, anyone?
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>"Tastes like candy."
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>Pinkie Pie licks her lips. Even though you're balls deep into another mare on top of you, it doesn't stop Pinkie from trying to tend to said balls.
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>While it was partly to pleasure you, it's the glistening of Meany Pie's arousal on it that made her curious. She just had to taste it.
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>It's nothing to be ashamed about for her. You both have made great progress with the other pony - her own clone. Still bored and glum as ever.
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>But now, as Pinkie has discovered, also aroused. Just a little bit.
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>"And you know what that means!" Pinkie cheerfully states, looking at you from the side.
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"Are you enjoying it?" you ask Meanie Pie as you continue pumping her at a steady pace.
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>The plump pony posterior was firmly in your grip and, despite the lack of effort from Plinkie Pine herself, you manage to service her just fine with just moving her ass and your hips.
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>"Meh..."
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>She doesn't sound so sure anymore. Maybe her mind is set on being bored, but she can't go against plain physical stimulation.
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>"I knew you'd come around," Pinkie pats Plinkie on her back. "Appetite comes with eating, or so they say."
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>But her clone doesn't agree with her.
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>"I don't feel any different."
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>"Your body thinks otherwise. And you can't argue with your physiology," the pony nods with a very serious expression and adds: "Twilight taught me that, and she's basically an expert on that topic."
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"Physiology or getting aroused?"
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>Pinkie snorts and starts laughing and you chuckle too. Meanie Pie is still bored as ever, getting the ride of her life.
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>It's a bit ridiculous, really.
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>"All I mean is that you don't have to pretend you're not enjoying it," Pinkie touches Meanie's withers and tries to look her in the eyes. "I know exactly what that taste is."
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>"I don't," the clone blurts out.
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>"Aw, but Nonny is trying so hard to please you. And I know how that feels like."
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>That was true, you're getting a bit exhausted at this point.
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>Little bored pony does feel really good all around your member, but it's the lack of emotions that can't get you over the line.
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>Never thought you'd say that, but you're having a hard time getting pleasure out of fucking a pony.
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>Stimulation is good, of course, but this is nothing but that. This is how it must be for the apathetic pink pony right now.
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>Something has to be done.
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"It's alright, Pinkie, I think she really isn't up to it."
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>"No, this can't be it! I know me, and I'm ALWAYS up to it when it's with you."
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"But that's just your attitude."
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>"How so?"
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>Pinkie leans onto her clone, who is now completely relaxed on you, and looks you in the eyes.
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"Maybe we are missing something important, that makes it work for you."
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>"We sure are. Is it foodplay?"
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"No way."
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>"Is it... B-bondage?"
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"Hell no."
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>Having such a discussion with another pony between you feels a bit awkward, but you still make an effort to not stop pulling her onto your dick.
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>"Ooh, I think I know! Wait here."
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"I'm not going anywhere."
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>Pinkie hops off the bed and runs to the drawer, throwing things left and right. Mostly her party props.
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>You take this time to look at your poor little mate.
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"Are you okay?"
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>Your finger props her chin up and you discover a strange look on her face. Half-sad, half-pleading. The mare's breathing is shallow and you can almost hear little moans as you steadily force yourself into her.
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>Maybe it is working after all.
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>Your palm cups her cheek and you make Meanie Pie look at you.
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"It's not that bad, is it?"
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>Without even thinking you start stroking the mare's head, scratching behind her ear and running your fingers through her puffy mane.
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>Plinkie puts her head down on your chest and you feel how hot her breath is now.
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>She's becoming more aroused by the second.
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>"Found it!" Pinkie exclaims from another corner of the room, triumphantly jumping up with something phallical in her hooves.
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"That's a strap-on, Pinkie."
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>"Eee-xactly. I just thought that every time I'm with you I always end up taking the initiative at some point and it makes my head go all woozy and I cum a lot. So maybe that's what I need to do that right now."
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"With that thing?"
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>"I don't see any other way. What's wrong with it, I mean, it's not for you, right? Don't be so scared, Nonnonnymous."
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"I'm not scared..."
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>"Good! Let's do it then."
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>With a giggle, Pinkie hops back on the bed, now sporting a dick a bit bigger than yours.
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>You're scared for a moment that she'll just plunge in right away, but she does apply generous amounts of lube beforehand.
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>"Prepare for the adventure of your life, meanie-me!"
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>You can feel how Meanie Pie tenses up at such an unfamiliar sensation and even gasps a little. She's a bit scared and doesn't know what to do.
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>But you hold her close. Confusion reflects in her eyes when she looks at you, trying to find approval of this.
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>You nod to her and continue caressing her head, making an effort to make the pony feel more secure.
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>Pinkie is trying to be as gentle as she can be but quickly gets into your rhythm.
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>"Woohoo! I'm rutting myself! I'm fucking myself in the ass - literally! Anon, can you believe it?!"
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"Yeah, what an achievement..."
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>You both pound the poor sticc clone, though she doesn't look that poor right now.
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>In fact, you think that this is working.
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>Pinkie on top of her is tending to her clone as much as possible. Her hooves move down her barrel and Pinkie's head is all in Meanie's mane, kissing, licking and nibbling on her neck.
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>Between that and your own efforts to make Plinkie feel good, it must be rather difficult for her to remain apathetic.
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>And then an even better idea crosses your head.
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"Hold on."
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>Still diligently keeping Meanie's pussy occupied, you try to sit up. Pinkie quickly picks up on your intention and rears a little bit, also making sure that her clone's other hole is still plugged.
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>Finally, you're seated. The mares are now aligned vertically. You hug Meanie Pie close and get your legs under you, sitting comfortably on your knees now.
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>As for Pinkie, she herself finds a place on your legs, behind the sticc pone, still rutting her. But that's not enough.
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>Your hands go around both pink ponies and you hold them close to you. Meanie Pine has no choice but to hug you close too, being squished between two bodies.
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>And it's then when you hear the first real moan of hers.
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>Pinkie gasps and tries to go even faster now, but she can't do much in your hold. But it's not important.
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>Plinkie finally looks at you and you kiss her.
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>You've tried doing it before, but she never reacted in any way. Most that you've managed to achieve was getting her saliva on your lips.
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>But now she returns the kiss. And it melts your heart right away. Invigorated, you try to get your penis as deep as possible, and Meanie's tight snatch is all the welcoming now, finally all wet and slippery.
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>And Pinkie catches up soon, grabbing your hands to squeeze Meanie's back harder. Her hindlegs also cling to your sides.
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>Your hands move right below Pinkie's butt and now when you move her up and down, both pink mares bounce on you, synchronized perfectly.
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>It's like you've become so close you move as one.
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>Pinkie is now moaning in her clone's ear, whispering something you can't quite hear in between her aroused noises.
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>So you put your head on Meanie's head just as well, and only then, when your face is consumed by the fluffy mane, you hear Pinkie's voice:
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>"I love you both so much."
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>You start kissing the pink clone's face, and Pinkie does the same, but from behind. Meanie is surrounded by your kisses, wet, sloppy smooches and eager licks, all while getting both holes filled and thoroughly plowed.
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>Pinkie reaches out and kisses you too, passionate like always, so eager to please.
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>She turns Meanie's head towards her, as much as the pony can afford it, of course, and kisses her on the lips too, sucking on her tongue the moment it comes into contact with Pinkie's.
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>All of it seems too much for the pink clone, and all safeties are now blown out. She's panting and moaning, sweating profusely and shivering between two hot bodies trying their best to pleasure her.
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>It's all for her sake. All to make her feel good. And it makes you feel so good too.
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>You're so close now, you never even noticed how you've been hanging on the very edge now.
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>"A-anon..." Plinkie Pine finally whispers, looking you in the eye with a pleading expression on her face.
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>You can't hold it anymore. Locking your lips with hers, you make one final thrust and release all of your seed inside the mare, coating her walls throb after throb as you hold her close.
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>Your head is ringing and you feel so weak, but Pinkie quickly reigns you back into reality.
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>"Amazing! You came at the same time! That's so adorable."
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>"Aah..."
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>Meanie Pine is completely limp but she looks satisfied. Both you and Pinkie go out of your way to release the mare from your love sandwich and you cradle her on the bed so she can rest.
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>Pinkie takes off her attachment and immediately jumps on you, giving you a deep and satisfied kiss.
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>"I told you you had magic in you."
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"What? That's no magic, Pinkie."
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>"Is it?" she looks at her clone, who just now comes to her senses. She's smiling.
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"Well, I guess you can call it that."
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>"I will!"
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>Pinkie gives you another kiss, this time more playful.
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>"You still have work to do though."
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>She takes your hand and puts it to her burning hot crotch.
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>"Any magic left for me?"
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>You both smile at each other. With a happy giggle, Pinkie is thrown on the bed and another ride begins.
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***
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~Meanlight~
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>It was the second day of you and Meanlight camping at the Tree of Harmony.
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>If she wasn't so god damn stubborn you'd be out of this literal hole in the ground and sleeping on an actual bed, not in a small cold tent.
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>But why would Meanlight care about something like comfort when she has the opportunity to stare all day at the crystallized mock up of a tree and 'take notes' as she herself calls it.
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>The mare has been adamant about 'researching' it, and that's after the thing has nearly killed her and her fellow clones. Now Meanlight is taking measurements of it, tries different spells on it and writes something down.
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>Right now, after a day of cautiously watching that killer tree from afar and grunting impatiently she's lying all bundled up in her bedroll next to yours, trying to conserve warmth.
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>It's not like you don't appreciate that. Between her pointless labor and rudely snuggling with your in frustration, the purple clone is close to you at all times. It's like you're simply spending a few days camping, if camping was about being stuck in a crater near a sometimes buzzing strange artifact.
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>Yeah, it's no Monolith, but from what you've heard it's even more terrifying at times. You really hope this isn't gonna be one those times.
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>But it's wrong to assume that things are gonna be fine just because the tree didn't immediately dispose of you.
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>Maybe it's learning something from you too. Who is studying who?
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>What a stupid thought born of nothing but boredom.
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>You turn on your other, cold side and stare at Meanlight. She's all bundled up and snoring lightly. She's so close you could stretch out your hand and touch her.
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>But instead you just fall asleep, not looking forward to the next day of dawdling around in the slightest.
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>That sleep wasn't supposed to last.
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>"A-anon?"
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>You hear a whisper. At first you thought it was in your dream.
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>"What are you doing? S-stop that right now!"
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"Hwuh?"
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>It is without a doubt Meanlight's voice calling for you, but why?
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>By the looks of things you're still in your bedroll, but Meanlight...
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>You scratch your eyes awake and squint them at the mare that's writhing in her sleeping bag and keeping her hooves on something...round under the fabric.
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>No, not just that. It is a body, another pony's body.
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>"You'll pay for waking me up like that, you imbecile!" Meanlight hisses and then moans quietly as if in pleasure.
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"What the hell are you talking about?" you deadpan sitting up.
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>The pony's eyes widen and she forgets about every sensation for a moment, staring at you like it's the first time she's seeing you.
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>"W-" she mumbles and then turns back to look at what's under her blanket.
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>With magic she throws it aside to reveal...
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>"GAH!" Meanlight jumps away and you kinda feel like doing the same.
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>It's a pony that looks identical to her. It's Twilight.
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>But at the same time, something is very off about her. She's glowing, just a bit, and sparkling like she's made of tiny stars.
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>"Do not be alarmed," she says in a completely calm, almost expressionless voice. "I am here because of the distress you're both feeling."
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>"A-a-anon," Meanlight's eyes dart in horror and confusion between the sudden intruder and you. "S-she was there licking me! I thought it was you again!"
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"Huh? What are you even-"
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>But the mysterious pony doesn't even let you speak:
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>"It is only to calm you down and take your mind off that which is troubling you. The human usually does the same to you."
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>Your eyes meet Meanlight's and her confusion infects you just as well.
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>It is true that you and her sometimes play around with each other as both of you are pretty lonely, and, well, this 'camping' trip was also an excuse for you two to be alone for a while...
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>But this, who even knows about this? You've been keeping this a secret from other mean ponies.
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>Now you're thinking about the right questions.
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"I don't know who you are but if you don't get the fuck out of here right now I'll-"
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>"I am sorry for causing so much confusion," the pony nods, still not blinking. "I am Tree of Harmony."
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>"WHAT?" Meanlight's outrage once again affects you too.
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"Yeah, that's it, get out."
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>You come closer to the insane mare and diligently pick her up to carry outside.
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>"Anonymous," she looks at you when you step out of the tent into the rather cold night. "I know you are no less stressed out here than she is. I merely seek to help those in need of harmony and balance."
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"Whatever," you roll your eyes.
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>"I've seen the turmoil inside of you, let me help you relax."
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>Like she tried to help Meanlight? Likely story, she'll have to-
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>Lips of the mare seal yours so tight that you almost fall down at the spot. Immediately your mouth opens like it has its own will and there enters the pony's hot and slimy tongue.
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>This Tree mare seems ephemeral, but the sensations she's giving you are anything but. You are immediately overwhelmed by such thorough and unstoppable passion that she fills your mouth with.
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>You can still taste a bit of Meanlight there, and now that you think about it the mean clone was really flustered by this strange creature.
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>Whatever she is, she knows how to please.
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>"I can feel the way you feel," she almost reads your mind too, tearing herself off of you for a moment, "And I know exactly what you crave to feel better."
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>You are dragged back to the tent, no, compelled to go backwards there, like the tree pony is controlling your motions now.
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>"Is she gone?" you hear an annoyed voice from the inside the moment before you crash into the entrance, falling straight back on your bed.
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>Meanlight's surprised yelp is followed by an annoyed grunt:
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>"So this is your idea of getting rid of her?!"
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"H-lllph!" you call Meanlight through another mouthful of the Tree pony's tongue.
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>Your eyes start losing focus and your dick is getting harder - the unbelievable assault of the enigmatic helper can't be compared to anything you've ever experienced before.
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>Meanlight is the only female you've been with; she, just like you, is not very experienced, so figuring things out as you go is both your speed.
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>And sure, this arrogant pony loves being in control, but you feel kind of honored it's you she allows to be this close to her and shows a more tender side to.
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>It feels gratifying to be someone's one and only, even if it's just because she literally doesn't know anyone other males.
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>But this, this is like being kissed by someone not only vastly experienced, but also very knowledgeable of what you personally like. Because you have no other way to explain the way this pony makes you feel right now.
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>Hopefully Meanlight realizes what is happening before your eyes roll up and you lose yourself in pleasure. And she does:
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>"Hey, get off of him!"
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>The chime of magic right on top of you makes you finally try to get away, and Meanlight's spell is helping you. The Tree pony is finally separated from you.
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>You can barely catch a breath. Thoughts swarm in your head and wrapping your head around this seems completely impossible.
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>Meanlight is angry at you for some reason:
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>"You leave the tent for five seconds and you're already making out with some... Something?!"
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"What? ME?! She's- I don't know what the fuck is going on."
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>You look at the compassionate expression of the Tree Twilight, forgiving Meanlight for her brash actions while still being suspended in the air by her magic.
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>"I want only to help two friends who are stressed out about me."
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"Stressed out?"
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>"You?! Wait, you're..." Meanlight turns her head towards the actual Tree of Harmony that can be seen even from here.
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>Now she's getting it and a smug smile is forming on her face.
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>"Oh, isn't that incredible! Maybe instead of monitoring you all day I should just ask you my questions directly, and if you don't answer me, I'll just start crushing your-"
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>Meanlight's magical aura around the tree breaks with a flash, and the mean mare herself is thrown backwards due to spell feedback.
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>"Argh!" she grunts before falling onto her bedroll.
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>The pony looks dazed and so the Tree deems her dealt with. She starts approaching her.
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"Uh... Don't hurt her, she didn't actually mean anything she's been saying, she's just... A bit cranky today. If you would just back off..."
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>You ask her for now, but you're preparing to jump at her at any moment. Meanlight might not be the nicest mare around, but right now you're definitely on her side - it's not that hard of a choice, considering how creepy that other sparkling creature is.
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>"Please try to relax," Treelight nods to you. "I know exactly how to help you."
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>With even more confusion you watch how that mare turns around when she reaches Meanlight, and gets right on top of the still stunned clone.
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>Meanlight's face is now covered by the tree pony's backside and the sparklepony wiggles her flanks to find a comfortable spot. Only then she lowers her muzzle while spreading apart the legs of the mean mare under her.
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>You dare not move. To say you're dumbfounded by something like this is to say nothing. On the list of things you were expecting to happen, this isn't even at the bottom, it's nowhere to be found.
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>The Tree mare is wasting not time: her lips are already at Meanlight's marehood, and the way she starts going at it makes everything churn inside of you.
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>The sight and, more importantly, the sounds of one mare eagerly licking, biting and kissing your comrade's exposed privates is strangely arousing, but also extremely disturbing.
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>Something primal compels you to not move a muscle, in both horror and fascination.
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>It's not long before you hear muffled moans from under the Tree's butt. Meanlight starts squirming around, but she is held firmly by her torturer.
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>She can't even say a single thing. You wonder if her mouth is full of Treelight's snatch right now.
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>The way this sparkly mare is pleasuring Meanlight is unlike anything you've seen before. She's very deliberate and precise, yet completely wild and relentless. It's like every bit of energy she has she dedicates to eating Meanlight out.
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>Compared to that, your tame attempts at getting friendly with her that way are glaringly amateurish and even childish.
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>Maybe this is why you feel so horrible while also glued to the scene of Meanlight thrashing about and locking Treelight's head with her hooves.
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>Only Tree's mane and horn are now seen from that hold of two purple thighs hugging it as if Meanlight wants to strangle her with them. If that's the case, the mean pony is doing a poor job, because Treelight is lapping at her victims soaked vulva with such force that you definitely see drops of fluids flying all over the place from down there.
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>The moaning is now constant and almost sounds like Meanlight is being drowned. You're almost scared for her, but at the apogee of her screams everything suddenly stops.
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>The leg lock falls apart and Treelight, muzzle wet and satisfied, looks at you like she wants to show you that you've been worrying for nothing. She finally steps away from the satisfied clone.
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>"G-khhuh!" Meanlight takes a labored breath like she really was drowning; you even see how wet her face is.
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>Focusing more on Meanlight's satisfaction never meant forgoing her own pleasure for Treelight, by the looks of it. You only now notice that her breath is rather heavy as well.
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>The thought if this unstoppable intruder enjoying herself doesn't really match the way she was treating Meanlight just now, like she wanted the mean pony to cum at all costs, including the Tree's own pleasure.
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>Maybe that's exactly what gives her pleasure though, you can totally see that happening with this strange creature.
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>"You idiot!" Meanlight turns her head to you, "Why didn't you stop her?"
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"I- What was I supposed to do?"
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>The mean mare's chest is still heaving. Even if she counted on you doing something it doesn't really matter now.
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>Especially because you how the Tree pony's eyes are still fixated on you.
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>In a matter of seconds you jump up and aim for the tent's exit. There is no time to hesitate. Those eyes have told you everything you need to know about what you're facing here.
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>However, you don't make it too far. You don't even make it to the piece of cloth that covers the tent's only entrance. Horrified, you realize that it's magic that is suspending you in the air.
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>Both versions of Twilight have similarly colored magic but you don't have to guess which one is all over you right now; it's something you know for sure without looking.
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>You land on your belly and feel your clothes getting peeled off, masterfully handled by the ever smiling Treelight. She doesn't get everything off, only pulls down your pants and lifts your shirt up a bit.
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>It's still enough to make you consider yourself molested.
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>"Do not worry, I am going to take care of everything for you."
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"C-come on, let me go, I didn't do anything to you," you weakly laugh.
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>"Of course, I only want to make you feel better."
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"I'm feeling pretty fine already, promise."
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>You can't manage to say another word - magic around your body disappears to only remain at a few spots.
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"Oh fuck," you whisper when you feel your chest becoming very warm.
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>That warmth, accompanied with magic's chime, spreads to both of your nipples.
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>Face buried in your sleeping bag you can't believe how fast that made you surrender. It feels like someone is licking and kissing them, even though there's no one there.
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>Part of that overwhelming sensation is surprise, you had no idea it would take you aback so much. And Treelight uses your surrendered condition to approach you.
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>"Please, try to relax," she says, calm and serious as ever.
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>You outright start to panic when your butt is propped up in the air with the help of magic and you feel the mare approaching it.
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>There's no way she's going to-
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"Aah..." you let out a sudden moan and shut your eyes.
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>Your cheeks are burning red and even though it was simply because you weren't prepared, you feel ashamed for such an sudden and rather effeminate reaction.
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>But how do you even feel manly when there's a tongue at your asshole lapping at it like it's the sweetest thing Treelight has ever tasted.
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>Is there no shame in that mare? Is she driven only by desire to please and nothing more?
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>Because it feels so strange yet so pleasant you don't even know what exactly you're supposed to think.
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>But things escalate even more when you feel magic seeping inside your body like a drop of liquid. Your already hard penis contracts so much it's hitting your crotch now.
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>An unbearable sensation makes you tingle inside all over and you can't quite point what causes it, aside from that it's coming from Treelight's end of things.
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>You kind of guess just by that, but you've never felt that kind of thing before. Like a light massage it caresses just the right spot without disturbing anything else around it, as a very precise magic spell would.
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>And it's about to get much, much worse because Treelight is all set now, ready to intensify the stimulation. Which she does.
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"T-Twilight!" you cry out searching for Meanlight with your eyes.
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>The mare is still in her place, two wide open eyes staring at you. She looks mortified and doesn't move.
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"Twi- Ooh~! Fuck, help me! Oh god, I'm going blind..."
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>Your whole body can't stand this. The slight pressure you feel just a bit deeper than your dick is driving you mad, and the nipple stimulation just serves to overload your brain and disorient even more.
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>The final strike for you is Meanlight's light giggle. You can't believe she's laughing at you now!
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>"Oh, who's begging for help now?"
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>Her arrogant taunting can't fool you though, as she still looks rather shocked at what she's seeing. Maybe it's just her natural reaction while dealing with the unknown kind of stress, somewhat similar to what you felt looking at her being pleasured.
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"Twi, p-please, I don't want to-"
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>The feel of hooves at your balls is the last straw for you. You can't control yourself any longer.
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>"A-ahah! Oh my, how pathetic," Meanlight comments on your immediate and violent release.
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>This pony understands nothing. With each sticky strand of your semen hitting the sheets below you you feel like you're losing your mind more and more.
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>You've never felt an orgasm as intense as that. Your constrained moans turn into wails of a dying beast as your whole body trembles again and again releasing your seed, a result of teasing so humiliating it will certainly leave a trauma for the rest of your life.
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>"I hope you both find my efforts satisfactory," you hear Treelight's voice somewhere behind you.
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>While you can give her no answer just yet, Meanlight scoffs at the Tree's arrogance:
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>"Satisfactory? Your vulgar and tasteless intrusion is nothing but a bother."
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>Treelight pays no mind to the mare's tone.
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>"I see," she responds calmly. "Then, maybe more stimulation is required to invoke stronger feelings."
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>Meanlight is ready to jump back when she sees the Tree pony's horn light up - but whatever magic she is preparing to unleash is not aimed at her.
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>Instead, you are thrown on your back, wide awake now, and jumped by the sparkly pony.
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>Without even noticing it you feel that suddenly you are erect again, and only then sense the tingling of magic around your trembling shaft.
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"W-wait a second, why are you-"
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>You don't even get to ask - Treelight shuts you up with one of her brain melting kisses. So, really, you don't even need an answer to the question you never got to ask.
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>Your mouth being vacuum sealed with a passionate kiss like that also ensures that your protesting moans will be utterly ignored. So when you feel your dick sinking into something very slippery, hot and tight, you quite literally can't complain.
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>Barely even seeing what's going on you can only guess by the Tree mare's movements that you are being fucked.
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>And for some reason you wish you weren't. Maybe it's because this is your first time and you've expected it to be...well, different.
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>Maybe with another pony, hell, maybe with Meanlight, who is now looking at you with such disbelief in her eyes that you swear she's thinking the exact same thing you are.
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>And maybe another reason is that despite not wanting to enjoy it, you do. In fact, Treelight's ethereal pussy is so tight you think you're gonna cum at any moment.
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>The immaculate sensation of every inch of her pony hole, so real and fleshy despite Treelight's appearance, sliding all along your dick can't be described by any words you know.
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>"Hey!" Meanlight's voice doesn't sound very confident and is immediately overshadowed by the Tree pony's own moans. Even through her kiss they sound lustful and loud.
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>Everything around your crotch is soaking wet, and the slaps of Treelight's ass against your skin makes it hard to think about anything other than that incredible feeling of being so desperately wanted.
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>When the pony's legs start quivering on top of you and your tongue gets bitten just a bit, you open your eyes so see how the pony is trying to stay calm through intense convulsions going through her.
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>Her amazingly warm body is now fully lying on top of you and you can practically feel every little movement it produces.
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>There's only one way to explain this and you're not sure what to think of it - if you really had just made her cum then it's either she's that sensitive, or...or it's just that pleasant to her?
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>But seeing this pony's orgasm, no, feeling it with all over your body, is nearly making you explode inside of her. And you hate it, and that in turn makes it even more inevitable.
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>She is like a guilty pleasure you're not supposed to enjoy, yet this mare seems absolutely crazy about you, and it caters to something you don't fully understand yourself.
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>"Alright, that's it," Meanlight finally decides to make her move, and that move is to angrily approach the cumming pony.
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>The clone looks really pissed and even if she was poised to laugh at your helpless condition before, it's the final straw for her.
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>But Treelight knows what's going on. And before Meanlight gets a chance to push her off of you, magic of the Tree pony gets a hold of the clone's hoof.
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>Breaking the kiss and swiftly sitting up (still with you inside her), Treelight guides Meanlight's motion much further than she's been planning - so far that the clone ends up falling on top of you.
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>"Whoa!" she only gasps, Treelight's magic moving her in a very specific way.
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>That way is lined up with you: the purple clone ends up on your chest, face to face with you.
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>Only then she notices that her butt is still up in the air.
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>And that's when both she and you start moaning.
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>You - from Treelight's stimulation starting again, and Meanlight from the Tree mare getting a hold of her ass and assaulting it with her usual vigor.
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>Meanlight's eyes widen as she finds herself completely out of balance. Her muzzle is so close you could kiss her and her breath is mixing with yours, both open mouths exhaling hot air of lust and pleasure.
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>Hew own magic is bubbling at her horn, but she can't seem to concentrate hard enough to stop Treelight. That pony just shrugs off any attempts at moving her as if it was nothing.
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>The Tree mare continues to jump on your dick, taking it fully without any rest, all while gripping onto Meanlight's thighs and burying her muzzle in her pussy. It must be hard to coordinate these efforts, but as you already know nothing is a challenge to this magical sparkling pony.
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>It appears that Meanlight is just as overpowered by the Tree as you are. And now you're stuck moaning on top of each other, receiving stimulation from a bizarre creature who wants to make you orgasm more that anything in the world.
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>And both you and Meanlight also realize that it's not really what you want.
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>It is confirmed by just one gaze into her eyes. Meanlight thinks the same was as you. This is not how it's supposed to happen.
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>Sure, you were quite open with your sexual attraction to each other. Be it desperation or lack of any strings attached, you enjoyed making each other squirm. Meanlight likes to berate you for enjoying her magic and hooves that much, only to fall victim to your fast fingers and tongue. It's like a game for you and both are winners at the end.
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>But you never actually moved to straight up fucking. It was something that could just happen naturally.
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>Both of you probably estimated that this trip to the damn tree would probably be your first time. No one is here aside from you, no mean ponies to walk in on you, no one to hear you.
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>Just two lonely souls getting warm together.
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>And you kinda wanted it to be much more gentle too. Maybe it's a bit naive but even if Meanlight is rude to you most of the times, you think she'd respond favorably to you just tenderly making love to her like you really treasure her and want her to feel good not just in a physical way.
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>It's strange to think about it now when you're both molested by this strange intruder. But you are certain that in Meanlight's eyes you see the same thing, regret over being forced like this.
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>At least before those eyes roll upwards and close.
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>All of a sudden you feel like your dick is free from Treelight's unrelenting snatch. But then something even tighter crashes down on your penis, making you grunt almost in pain.
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>At the same time, Meanlight's eyes open again and she lets out a sultry cry unlike any you've heard before.
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>Both of you freeze.
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>Everything is dead silent. No one is riding you like their life depends on it, no one is eating out Meanlight like it's their first meal after a month of starvation.
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>No one is there aside from you and Meanlight. And your dick is inside her.
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>Her legs are spread wide and she's all over you, warm body shaking a bit and you can feel her hot clit pocking the base of your shaft from time to time.
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>Meanlight's breath is heavy and loud, and she's biting her lower lip, but other than that there's no one here. Like there never was.
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"Twilight?" you cautiously ask. "W-what's happening?"
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>"Huh? Where did that- Wait, where is she?" the pony looks around, and with that accidentally moves on your dick. "Ahh!"
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>You both feel it extremely well. But even that can't distract you from the fact that the tent is empty.
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>Treelight is nowhere to be found and it's just you too.
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>How did that even happen? One second you were lamenting that you wanted your first time with Meanlight to be special, and the next...
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>Oh no. That fucking Tree. It was its plan all along, huh?
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"Twilight, I-" you try to sit up, but Meanlight suddenly stops you by putting her hoof upon your chest.
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>"Hey, maybe you should..." the mare presses down and you follow her, noticing a little blush on her cheeks.
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>But she soon realizes what she's doing and adds:
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>"I-I mean, you think you can just leave now? Irresponsible and pathetic. Can you not finish what you've started?"
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>Her face is gleaming with frustration, but you can't help but smile.
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>Your hands touch her sides and slide down to her butt, slowing on her wings along the way.
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>Meanlight closes her eyes when your finger reach her cutiemarks and grasp her soft butt just tight enough to lift it up a bit.
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>Slowly you pull out of the pony, but her impatient hips follow back down, impaling her on your mast yet again.
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>The not so subtle mare breathes heavily upon your shoulder and neck. She doesn't wish to leave that spot, so it's up to you to do all the work. Which you're fine with.
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>That way all the groans and husky breaths this pony lets out in rhythm with your motions feel hot on your skin.
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>As you pick up the pace just a bit, Meanlight's hooves grip your arms and she starts whining from the pleasure that's building up inside of her.
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>And you're no better: the pony's hot pussy feels even better than that of an illusory Tree, providing it even was real to begin with.
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>That doesn't matter anymore. Every bit of Meanlight's body is yours now and she wants you to tend to it. She bites your shoulder and pokes you with her horn, her wings stretch out and tremble while caressing your hands, her voice is getting louder and she's nearly crying now.
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>The impeccable wetness of her walls makes it harder and harder to thrust into her greedy snatch that's nearing climax now, and the way the pony's legs strike yours in attempts to help you rut her faster just makes you go out of your way to at least try to contain your own close orgasm.
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>Your chaotic movements throw Meanlight up and down like a rag doll that's soaking your crotch and legs non-stop with her unmatched arousal, and when you squeeze her butt tighter she finally cries on top of her lungs.
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>"Oohhhh~!"
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>You can barely suppress your own scream when you feel your dick being gripped so hard you'll surely rip it off if you try to pull out now.
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>Instead, you get it even deeper in the crushing embrace of Meanlight's firm and wet marecunt, so eager to keep you in.
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>That's all your body needs to feel to know your job is done, and you don't fight it anymore. Even with the mare sinking her teeth and hooves into your skin, you blow your load even harder than after Treelight's perverted attack.
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>Meanlight readily accepts your seed, no doubt feeling your dick pumping it deep within her. The mare's snatch is sealing your orgasming cock so tight that it feels hard to even push the semen out of it - hard, but ever so satisfying because of it.
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>Even as the pony tries to gather her wits again she doesn't let you go. You yourself realize that you're holding her barrel close to you and your hands were probably crushing her ribs while you were cumming inside.
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>"Not...bad...for a human," Meanlight purrs laying in her own drool on your shoulder.
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"I try my best for you," you assure her and once again pet her wings.
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>You look at each other and start giggling. Something about this exchange was so silly you really don't know why you even said that. Like there was the need to say anything and those corny lines were the first thing your hazy minds could come up with.
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>But what's done is done and now Meanlight is smiling, you feel it on your body.
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>She wants to remain distant and commanding, but both of you realize that she doesn't have to. Nothing really needs to be said after something like this.
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>You could discuss how you're a good assistant or that she's finally getting the treatment she deserves, but you both understand there's no need to push it, same with finding excuses for what just happened.
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>After all, you somehow lived through such an illusive assault by that Tree.
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>Wait, that Tree...
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"Twi-" you want to warn the pony, but get interrupted.
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>"Splendidly done," Treelight emerges from the darkness of the tent.
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>Meanlight almost jumps away, but you don't let her move. You don't want to be intimidated by this creature anymore.
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>"It is so nice to see friends plowing through their problems and coming together despite all the frustrations."
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"Alright, fine, what more do you want?"
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>"Nothing. My work here is done," she bluntly states. "Thank you both."
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>You won't even ask what for. Treelight goes towards her Tree under both of your glances, but before she reaches the exit from the tent she disappears in the pale moonlight shining through it, like she was never here.
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>"Well, I-" Meanlight frowns.
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"No, let's just forget about it."
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>You bring the pony's head closer to you and she allows you to embrace her. Even if she doesn't feel too safe at first, soon she relaxes under your fingers scratching at her head and ear.
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>It takes you a considerable amount of time to fall asleep and you say nothing the whole time, but Meanlight doesn't really leave your side all along.
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>So this backwards and inhuman way of the Tree treating you somewhat did work.
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>You guess so.
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>But you'd rather not to think about it now. Or ever again. Looks like you and Meanlight now have a secret you will both take to your respective graves.
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>No one will believe you anyway even if you were to tell anyone.
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