Get Cutter Get Butter 5


                                            >Be Rarara

                                            >It had been an... interesting day

                                            >Perhaps not the most interesting day that you've ever had-- not by a long shot-- but it was the most interesting day that you've had in awhile

                                            >"Yeah... Yeah, right there, Nonny. Yeah~ Just like that..."

                                            >You honestly didn't think that you'd be helping to quell a stallion riot when you woke up this morning

                                            >Go out and take a stroll around the park possibly, or make your merry way down to the market to see if any exotic fabrics had made their way into town could have been a realistic activity as well

                                            >"Yeah~ Really work those wigglers of yours. Momma likes it rough~"

                                            >You might have even taken Sweetie and her friends out for ice cream in a bout of serendipitous fancy...

                                            >Sighing softly to yourself, you looked up at the cloudless, deep blue sky

                                            >The sun was at its apex, making it warm, but not so warm that one would begin to sweat the moment that they went outside

                                            >"Right there, right there, right there, rightthererightthererightthere. Lower... Loooooower... Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhh~"

                                            >A faint breeze caressed your face

                                            >Your nostrils flared, taking in the smell of wild flowers, cut grass, and sweat

                                            >The smells of summ--

                                            >You twitched as Pinkie began to... RUB herself against you

                                            >Frowning gently, you scooched away from your pink friend

                                            >But, alas, the couch that you were sitting on was a rather small one, and with Twilight, as tense and uncomfortable as you've ever seen her, sitting to your right you weren't able to move very far at all

                                            >In no time at all you could feel Pinkie's rump once again brush against yours as she wiggled, cooing and groaning as if she was the only one to hear such noises

                                            >Your frown deepened

                                            >Just look ahead, dear

                                            >If you just keep those eyes forward you'll be able to ignore the--

                                            >You jumped in place as you felt Pinkie's hoof lightly hit your knee

                                            "Pinkie! MUST you take up half of the couch?!" you demanded, your gaze snapping over toward the pink party pony


                                            >She was quite a sight

                                            >Lying on her back, her tongue lolled out with a far off look in her eyes as one of her back legs slowly kicked

                                            >And not only kicking but kicking YOU

                                            >Pinkie was lying in Anonymous's lap, lost to everything in the world except one of the human's hands, which was scratching her stomach

                                            "Pinkie!" you barked, trying to get her attention. "Pinkamena! Restrain yourself!"

                                            >The far-off, misty look in Pinkie's eye dissipated as she looked at your frowning face

                                            >"Whatzat? Huh?" she muttered, picking her head to look at you. "Rarity? Did you say something?"

                                            "Of course I said som--"

                                            >Your eyes darted to Anon, who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow

                                            >Realizing that you were about to lose your temper, in front of a stallion no less, you quickly coughed into a hoof to collect yourself

                                            "What I MEAN to say, Pinkie dear, is that I don't think having Anonymous rub your stomach--"

                                            >"Tummy."

                                            "--STOMACH will get those stallions out of that gym."

                                            >Pinkie looked over at the gym in question before she looked down at Anonymous's hand, which was now hovering just above her stomach, with a small frown

                                            >"I don't know about that, Rarity. One of those meanies over there looks like he'll come out ANY minute if we just keep--"

                                            >"You've been making Anon do that for the past hour and a half, Pinkie," Twilight snapped, a blush on your face. "Nopony's coming out that gym for Celestia's sake! Now stop flashing us and SIT UP!"

                                            >Your eyes nearly wandered toward Pinkie's... genitalia, but you stopped just shy of her teats

                                            > N-No Homo

                                            >You didn't need to see THAT

                                            >Pinkie might as well have been shaking it in your face for half the afternoon but you did NOT need to see that

                                            >...Sweet Celestia, did that filly have no sense of decency?!

                                            >Pinkie lifted her head up a little more so that she could look down at herself

                                            >"...Oh... oops," she said, FINALLY closing her back legs with an apologetic expression. "Sorry, I didn't--"


                                            >"It's fine," Twilight said

                                            >It really wasn't

                                            >Mares didn't present themselves to mares for hours at a time, even if they didn't realize that they were doing such a thing

                                            >...

                                            >...But Pinkie Pie was your friend

                                            >And you didn't hurt your friends' feelings

                                            >...

                                            >Even if you wanted to slap her upside head every once in awhile

                                            "It's fine, Pinkie darling," you lied, leaning over a hair to pat her on the wither. "We are all forgetful sometimes..."

                                            >Pinkie looked up at Anonymous, who simply patted her on the head

                                            >"It was worth a try, Pank, but I don't think we're gonna get any takers with belly rubbing," he said, picking her up and setting her onto the ground

                                            >As Pinkie awed you looked down at the mare

                                            >Why did Anonymous set her on the ground?

                                            >There was more than enough room to--

                                            >"Alright, you're next, Rare."

                                            >Your eyes widened as the big stallion, still wearing the extremely lewd ensemble that you had made for him, slide toward you

                                            >Though you had made it in the span of twenty minutes, you had to admit that it looked quite fetching on him

                                            >You would have very much preferred to have a little more time on it, since it seemed that you had made everything a SMIDGE too small

                                            >Despite yourself, you let your eyes wander the human's body

                                            >Down his bare chest and stomach to his thick, powerful legs

                                            >You could see the cock sleeve that you had made for him STRAINING against his stallionhood as he wiggled over toward you

                                            >Anonymous hadn't let you take any measurements of... THAT area, so you were forced to guess the proper measurements

                                            >You tried to take into account Anonymous's stature when guessing but you had been off

                                            >Very, very off...

                                            >In fact, you couldn't for the life of you figure out how he even managed to squeeze--

                                            >A pair of rough, calloused hands snaked under your rear legs, bringing you out of your thoughts

                                            >A bit of red came to your cheeks as your gaze snapped up to Anon's face

                                            >...

                                            >He hadn't noticed where you gaze had settled had he?


                                            >Seeing Anonymous's raised eyebrow, you could help but wince slightly

                                            >Oh goodness...

                                            >He had...

                                            >"Getting an eyeful there, Rare?" he casually asked as he picked you up as if you were a filly

                                            >You squirmed in his grip, your face reddening

                                            "My apologies, Anonymous. I was simply--"

                                            >A soft grunt escaped your lips as Anon sat you in his lap, making sure to move your tail out of the way so that you didn't sit on it

                                            >Ignoring the slightly emareculating feeling of sitting in a stallions lap, you couldn't help but marvel at the feeling of the human's thighs against your rump

                                            >You could feel short, slightly coarse hairs over every inch of his legs, though it wasn't nearly as thick and plentiful as your fur

                                            >Because of this you could feel Anonymous's oddly soft skin

                                            >It was an odd, odd sensation, one that you had never felt before

                                            >It was so odd in fact that you, with wide eyes, gasped, placing a hoof against your chest

                                            "Oh my goodness..."

                                            >You could feel the rumble in Anon's chest as he chuckled, giving your head a pat

                                            >While you usually didn't appreciate that-- it took AGES to coerce it into shape-- you were still too shocked to even register it

                                            >"Alright. The belly rubbing didn't work," Anonymous said, far more causal than he should be at the moment. "So we're gonna have to try something else..."

                                            >Anonymous looked at the three of you

                                            >Pinkie was looking up at you with envy and a bit of mirth in her eyes and had once again Twilight had chosen to keep her gaze fully glued to the edge of the couch

                                            >Her wings were ruffling against her sides, you couldn't help but notices, and that blush on her face was getting deeper and deeper

                                            >Twilight, bless her soul, was a mare that had a certain picture of what a stallion was and how they were to act

                                            >Oh, she'd deny that until she was as blue as Rainbow Dash but you knew better

                                            >That was just something that all mares, and stallions for that matter, had had beaten into them since before they had gotten their cutiemarks


                                            >Even you, a VERY open-minded mare, had an idea of what a stallion did and did not do, as did you have a mental image of what a mare was and wasn't supposed to do

                                            >A mare was supposed to act like this, a stallion was supposed to say and do this, and this and that and some such thing happened whenever the two came together

                                            >No stallion, be they pony, gryphon, or what have you, willingly dressed up in the outfit that you had provided

                                            >A stallion didn't pluck a mare out of her seat and set her in his lap

                                            >A stallion's legs weren't supposed to feel this ODD

                                            >Yet here Anon was, as calm and collected as you had ever seen him, dressed up in attire reserved for a mare's most depraved private fantasies

                                            >That was what was making the poor girl so flustered

                                            >And your thoughts on the matter...

                                            >...

                                            >Well...

                                            >You knew that Anonymous was... different; he walked differently, he talked differently, he carried himself in a different manner from others that you've met

                                            >And even with that in mind, you knew that this wasn't a common activity of Anon's

                                            >He was only doing this for the sake of his place of business and the reputation of said business

                                            >This was truly a once and a lifetime occurrence, something that you were positive would never happen EVER again...

                                            >"Do you ladies have any suggestions? Or do you want to let it be touch and go?"

                                            >That being said...

                                            >There was something delightly thrilling about how casual he was about all of this

                                            >He had never been shy about touching ponies-- treating them like overly large dogs if you were being honest with yourself-- but that, coupled with that outfit...

                                            >With that sleeve that fit not at all and a ball bra that could barely contain his orbs...

                                            >You found yourself wiggling your hips against the human's lap as you bit your lip

                                            >You couldn't help but shiver at the foreign feeling of his bare skin rubbing against your coat

                                            >Gentlemare

                                            >You are a GENTLEMARE, Rarity

                                            >REMEMBER


                                            "As we said b-before, Anonymous: the girls and I-I do not wish to make you uncomfortable in any w-way," you quietly insisted, pressing your back against his chest

                                            >There was even less hair on Anonymous's chest you noticed

                                            >You, for the life of you, had never felt anything like it

                                            >You couldn't even bring anything to mind that came close to the feeling

                                            "You d-do what is comfortable, Anon. I shall simply sit here and let you have your-- do what you will."

                                            >GENTLEMARE

                                            >FOR GOODNESS SAKE!

                                            >Mustering what courage you could, you looked up at Anonymous

                                            >You could feel Twilight's gaze upon you, you knew that Pinkie was staring at you with those devious blue eyes of hers

                                            >You couldn't look at either of them

                                            >If you did you'd have to get out of Anonymous's lap, apologize, and a whole mess of other silly things

                                            >So you looked up at Anonymous

                                            >The human was staring down at you, a thoughtful look in his eyes

                                            >He was tugging at his beard, which he had refused to let you even touch

                                            >Though you had complained that it threw off his entire outfit now, looking up at it, you couldn't help but feel that it looked... fitting

                                            >It gave him a...

                                            >...

                                            >Not kingly; it was too wild to be called that...

                                            >Not wizened; there wasn't nearly enough gray, and besides, one of Anonymous's stature couldn't be called wizened...

                                            >Your nose scrunched as you searched for a word that would fit his... persona

                                            >As deep in thought at you were, you didn't notice Anon placing his hands on your hips with surprising tenderness, his fingertips lightly brushing up against your cutiemarks

                                            >Though you couldn't see it, neither Pinkie nor Twilight were looking at you

                                            >Their hesitant, unblinking gaze was settled on Anonymous and his hands

                                            >The human's eyes snapped over to his gym

                                            >You could see them narrow slightly as his fingers reached the top of your thighs

                                            >You squeaked, finally realizing that he was touching you, jumping slightly


                                            >One of your back legs twitched as you felt his body rub up against yours from the unexpected movement

                                            "A-Anonymous?..."

                                            >You could feel his fingers tapping against your legs, playing out some unknown tune that only he knew

                                            >Now thoroughly embarrassed, you tried to close your back legs to protect your modesty

                                            >But Anonymous, with that herculean strength of his, not only held your legs apart but spread them a little

                                            "A-Anonym--"

                                            >"Shush, I'm thinking..."

                                            "But--"

                                            >"Shush."

                                            >...

                                            >You couldn't use your tail to cover yourself, and Anon had your legs in his grasp

                                            >You were exposed

                                            >Just like Pinkie had been a few minutes prior, your marehood was on full display to any that cared to look

                                            >Your eyes snapped to Pinkamena, who, with a red face, had turned to look at you

                                            >You then looked down toward your teats and your marehood, exposed as they were

                                            >A low whine escaped your throat

                                            "A-Anonymous, I must insist--!"

                                            >"I can see you fuckers looking," Anonymous growled, teeth bared. "Yeah, you keep looking."

                                            >One of his hands left your right leg, it's fingertips tickling your fur as it went up toward your stomach

                                            >You tried to snap your legs shut once more, to protect your dignity if nothing else, but, to your horror, you found that both of your legs were immobile

                                            >Even your free leg, unhindered by anything, did not so much as twitch

                                            >It was like you were under a spell

                                            "Hah~ A-Anonymous," you panted, squirming in his lap as you felt his warm, coarse hand touch your stomach

                                            >Your heart was pounding in your chest

                                            >Embarrassment and helplessness was filling your entire being

                                            >But there was another emotion

                                            >Another powerful, all-encompassing feeling that was making your heart race and your breath quicken

                                            >Sucking in a lungful of air, you closed your eyes

                                            >Just breath, Rarity old girl

                                            >Just breath and--

                                            >You felt the air leave your lungs as Anonymous's fingers began to drum against your stomach


                                            "A-ANON! WHA--"

                                            >"Shush."

                                            >Those hands of his were rather low on your belly you noticed

                                            >Just a hair's breadth away from your teats

                                            >If he simply moved his hand a little lower...

                                            >Another whine escaped your throat as you looked back up at Anonymous

                                            >There was a calculating look in the human's eyes

                                            >Since he had set you in his lap he hadn't looked at you a single time, you realized

                                            >Or had he?

                                            >...

                                            >You couldn't even recall at this point

                                            >All you knew now was that he had you lying there, totally under his power, and the activity hadn't even required his full attention

                                            >You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as the blood rushed to your face

                                            "A-Ano..."

                                            >Thoughts of chivalry and nobility evaporated from your mind each time that one of Anonymous's fingers tapped against your stomach

                                            >You could feel Twilight's gaze on you as well as Pinkie's intensify

                                            >They were no longer trying to be subtle about it; staring at the two of you out of the corner of their eyes as they muttered disapproving words

                                            >They were looking full on in disbelief, enraptured by what was happening right before their eyes

                                            >A stallion did not do something like this

                                            >They couldn't...

                                            >They mustn't...

                                            >Such a thing was unheard of...

                                            >You bit your lip, grinding yourself a little more firmly in his lap

                                            >You could almost feel it

                                            >It was tucked in between those thick, powerful thighs, but perhaps, with a little effort, you migh--

                                            >A shiver ran up your spine as Anonymous's warm, moist breath washed over your neck

                                            >"Rara," he said, his voice booming in your ear. "I think I have an idea on how to rile those fuckers up."

                                            >His hand pressed a little more firmly against your stomach

                                            >You wiggled, finding that you were trapped against him


                                            >You opened your mouth to say something

                                            >Demand that he release you

                                            >But you couldn't...

                                            >...

                                            >You couldn't...

                                            >"I heard them talking about horns a couple of times before they went and fucked up my gym," Anonymous continued, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Now, this might get a little weird but just roll with it. If it gets too weird though the safe word is onomatopoeia?"

                                            >Onomawhata?

                                            >What on earth was this stallion on about?

                                            >What did you need a saf--

                                            >Your eyes shot open as you felt Anonymous nuzzle the top of your head

                                            >He was taking long, deep breaths, as if savoring your scent

                                            >His other hand left your other leg, traveling up your stomach, past your chest, and finally resting under your chin

                                            >With a single finger, he slowly lifted your head up

                                            >You could see him looking at your horn

                                            >...

                                            >Why on earth would he--

                                            >Your eyes widened when you saw him licking his lips

                                            >What?

                                            >...

                                            >He wouldn't...

                                            >Even he had to...

                                            >...

                                            >Not out here in front of your FRIENDS...

                                            >He--

                                            "A-Aha~"

                                            >Your entire body convulsed as Anon wrapped his lips around the tip of your horn

                                            >"HEY! LOOK AT THAT! LOOK AT WHAT THAT PIG'S MAKING HIM DO!"

                                            >"ANON, STOP! DON'T PUT YOUR MOUTH ON THAT! YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S BEEN!"

                                            >"ANONYMOUS!"

                                            >For a few long moments you could do nothing but stare

                                            >Anonymous's brow was furrowed as he began to gently suckle

                                            >From the expression on his face you could tell that he had no idea what he was doing

                                            >...

                                            >This was his first time doing something like this...

                                            >A loud, throaty moan escaped your lips as you felt his tongue swirling around your horn

                                            >You could feel the pink muscle teasing your ridges, lubricating your bony appendage

                                            "B-Buck~"

                                            >...

                                            >Buck it

                                            >Being a lady was out the window

                                            >Rarity wanty horn sucky

                                            >You tried to lean up, to force more of your horn into the human's mouth, but he simply pushed you back down into his lap

                                            "Anon~" you whined

                                            >Anonymous didn't seem to even hear you, so focused on his task was he


                                            >You whined again, your nostrils flaring as you squirmed against the giant stallion

                                            >You could smell the sharp, masculine scent of a stallion in the air

                                            >You could also smell the stink of an aroused mare mixing in with the summer grass and sweat

                                            >Another groan escaped your lips as you began to rub your back against Anonymous's chest

                                            >...

                                            >That was your musk...

                                            >Your scent...

                                            >Your arousal...

                                            >Hugging yourself, you rubbed your back legs together, trying and failing to relieve the heat building there

                                            >You could feel a wetness dripping down your legs

                                            >If Anonymous kept it up that wetness was going to no doubt start to soak his hips

                                            >...

                                            >It might get between those thighs of his...

                                            >Breathing hard, you began to grind yourself against him a little harder

                                            >Etiquette was forgotten

                                            >You couldn't find a horse apple to give for the fact that two of your best friends were right there watching you, just as Pinkie had been

                                            >But Anonymous hadn't done this to her...

                                            >He didn't have his way with her in such a way...

                                            >Your reputation, your shame, everything was forgotten

                                            >The only thing that you recognized now was that warm, wet mouth around your horn and that heat between your legs

                                            "A-A-Anonymous," you gasped, looking up at him, forcing your eyes to focus. "P-P-Please..."

                                            >You craned your neck, rubbing your horn against his lips

                                            "M-More..."

                                            >Anonymous raised an eyebrow at your pleading expression

                                            >For a horrible, heart-wrenching moment, you thought he was just going to tease your tip, sentencing you to squirm and gasp against him without any sign of relief

                                            >But then you felt your sensitive horn tap against Anon's teeth

                                            >OhmyCelestiaOWOWOWOWOWO

                                            >You winced in pain as Anon frowned around your horn

                                            >"Swothy," he said, giving your chest an apologetic scratch

                                            >Nose scrunching up, he pulled back until the very tip of your horn was in his mouth once more

                                            >You could see him rolling his jaw

                                            >...

                                            >Oh goodness...

                                            >Oh goodness...


                                            >Oh sweet Celestia above

                                            >You opened your mouth to say something, but words were lost to you as Anonymous began to slowly swallow your horn

                                            >He took inch after inch, his tongue teasing your ridges, until he had taken about half of your horn into his mou--

                                            >erbfekjbfekjbekj!

                                            >You expected him to begin to pull back but he didn't move

                                            >Instead he started to suck hard, his cheeks concaving

                                            >kejfhwlefbxwlehxfbwkhebsnfhjfjhdbfksdhvfxs,dhnsndf,hvk!

                                            >The sight stole your breath away, and the wave of pleasure that erupted from your horn made you see white

                                            >Your mouth opened and closed as your hips bucked

                                            "D-D-Darl--"

                                            >Your back legs clutched as you felt Anonymous finally pull back, keeping the incredible suction around your horn all the while

                                            >He was using his tongue a lot more now, slathering every inch of it with his saliva

                                            >It was wonderful, heavenly

                                            >But you needed more

                                            >NEEDED IT

                                            >And, to your delight, you got more

                                            >With each moan that escaped your mouth he'd switch up his technique

                                            >Sometimes he'd bob his head, taking more and more of you into his pink cavern each time

                                            >Sometimes he'd just have the tip of your horn in his mouth, sucking harder and harder

                                            >Sometimes he's just use his tongue

                                            >His wonderful, wonderful tongue

                                            >You could feel a thin sheen of sweat coating your body as you panted and gasped and groaned


                                            >His form might have been sloppy and unsure but his eagerness more than made up for it

                                            >It, this, felt like a dream

                                            >A dream that you very much didn't want to wake up from

                                            "A-Aha~"

                                            >The heat in between your legs had risen up to your belly and chest

                                            >You couldn't, for the life of you, catch your breath

                                            >Though your eyes had wanted to close, to truly savor the feeling of having a stallion so lavish your horn, you forced them to remain open

                                            >To watch each suckle

                                            >Each lick...

                                            >Your legs were kicking and your hips were bucking

                                            >You were close...

                                            >So terribly close...

                                            >Just a little more...

                                            >Just a little...

                                            >Anonymous's bright green eyes gazed into yours as he lazily lapped at the tip of your horn

                                            >He was taking deep breaths through his nose

                                            >He was readying himself

                                            >Getting ready to do something

                                            >"ANONYMOUS!

                                            >"ANON!"

                                            >"I SWEAR TO CELESTIA, IF YOU DON'T GET THE BUCK AWAY FROM HIM!"

                                            >"PIG! RAPISTS! CUNT!"

                                            >Your eyes widened as he once again opened his mouth and swallowed your horn

                                            >Inch after inch he took, keeping a firm grip on your chin as you squirmed

                                            >You expected him to stop halfway again...

                                            >But he didn't

                                            >He took more and more and more of you, inch by delicious inch, until his lips were resting against your forehead

                                            >And then he started to swallow

                                            "Ohmygoodnessdarlingwhatareyou--AHA~!"

                                            >Stars exploded across your vision

                                            >Your body went stiff save your hips, which were furiously bucking

                                            >It felt as though your heart was about to burst in your chest

                                            >Your breath completely left you

                                            >It felt as if you were walking on clouds

                                            "Buuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk~!"

                                            >You could feel yourself coating Anonymous's legs as you came

                                            >Each time you bucked your hips your now wet rump would slap wetly against his lap


                                            >Forcing your cum all over him

                                            >Marking him with your scent; your stink

                                            >As you moaned and bucked, Anon continued to swallow your horn, drawing your pleasure out for as long as possible

                                            >It was only when you had gone limp against him, sticky and sweaty and grinning like a mad-mare, did he slowly, carefully pull away

                                            >"Jesus Christ," he said with a cough, rolling his jaw. "That was a hell of a lot gayer th--"

                                            >With a growl, you spun yourself around in the human's lap

                                            >You could hear stallions shouting, guards flying around, screaming, sounds of struggling, but you paid no mind to them

                                            >Instead, before Anonymous could open that DIRTY little mouth of his, you wrapped your hooves around his neck and pulled him roughly into a kiss

                                            >Anonymous's eyes widened in shock as your tongue forced its way into his mouth

                                            >His was a tiny thing compared to yours; thinner and smaller and weaker in every way

                                            >It made so much easier to dominate his mouth

                                            >A hungry groan escaped your lips as you deepened the kiss

                                            >You were in control now

                                            >You were in charge

                                            >Anonymous was powerless against you as you had your way with him

                                            >Lifting your rump into the air, you slammed it against his lap

                                            >Yes~

                                            >You liked the sound of that...

                                            >You held the kiss as long as you could, until your lungs were burning and their were tears in your eyes from lack of oxygen

                                            "Hah!' you gasped, sucking in a lungful of oxygen

                                            >To your delight Anonymous was breathing as hard as you were

                                            >And did you detect a hint of a blush in those cheeks of his?

                                            >A smile came to your face as, holding the human close, you pressed the tip of your horn against his throat

                                            "Oh you dirty colt," you cooed. "You dirty, dirty colt~"

                                            >Such an act might have meant nothing to him but to Twilight, who you could hear gasping, and any other unicorn that witnessed it they'd understand the gesture immediately

                                            >It was a declaration of ownership; an old custom that hadn't been used since the three tribes had formed into one nation


                                            >Another furious clamor erupted behind you

                                            >"SOMEPONY BUCKING STOP HER!"

                                            >"GET HER!"

                                            >"RAPE! RAAAAAAAAPE! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEE!"

                                            >You grinned as you felt the fire rekindle in your stomach

                                            "Twilight... Pinkie," you panted. "Could you both... be dears and... come closer? The three of us... have a VERY... naughty stallion... to see to."


                                            >Be a very unhappy camper; otherwise known as Anonymous

                                            >You were lied to...

                                            >Horns didn't shoot out magical soda pop when you sucked on them long enough

                                            >...

                                            >FUCK

                                            >...

                                            >You didn't even say no homo...


                                            <(0I0)>


                                            >"Twilight... Pinkie, could you both... be dears and... come closer? The three of us... have a VERY... naughty stallion... to see to..."

                                            >Each word was a struggle

                                            >You could hear it in Rarity's voice as she did...

                                            >The horn...

                                            >Anon's neck...

                                            >...

                                            >Be Twilight Sparkle

                                            >You were uncomfortable; as uncomfortable as you've ever been in your entire life

                                            >Though you were pretty sure that you had said something like that already today THIS was the true discomfort

                                            >Every single breath you took you could smell... RARITY

                                            >Her sweat, that fancy perfume that she always wore, her... her...

                                            >Her... JUICES...

                                            >You could hear her panting, you could hear her rump wetly rubbing against Anonymous's legs as she grinded herself against his lap

                                            >You could hear Pinkie, who was still sitting in front of both Rarity and Anon, whining quietly under her breath

                                            >You could also hear your ragged breathing as well

                                            >Other than that everything was quiet

                                            >Nopony was making jokes, nopony had anything smart to say

                                            >There was absolutely no teasing, no joking around, no trying to make light of the situation

                                            >Anonymous had basically held down Rarity and sucked on her horn

                                            >... Not basically; he HAD held Rarity down and sucked her horn

                                            >No if's, and's, or but's

                                            >And not only had he sucked on her horn-- something that stallions only did in your doujins-- he had swallowed the thing in its entirety

                                            >Now, Anon was a BIG stallion, sure, but Rarity's horn was a pretty good size

                                            >N-No Homo

                                            >You were SURE that even with somepony as big as Anon that taking ALL of it would have meant that he had to deepthroat the thing

                                            >...

                                            >And not only had to taken it, with ALL of you watching, but you had been able to see him swallowing again and again as he did it

                                            >...

                                            >You could hear a commotion going on a few feet from you

                                            >It sounded like Anon's little... stunt had managed to get some stallions out of his gym


                                            >How many you had no idea

                                            >You couldn't bring yourself to turn your head the few inches to look

                                            >You were looking at the thin sheen of sweat on Rarity

                                            >You were looking at her frazzled mane

                                            >You were looking at the smile on her face, and the hunger in her eyes, as she lovingly rubbed the tip of her horn against Anon's exposed throat

                                            >The human didn't know what the gesture meant; you were almost positive that he didn't

                                            >But you did; oh sweet Celestia above you did

                                            >And because you knew what it meant you should have started yelling at your friend, yank her off Anon, possibly even battle for his honor

                                            >A mare didn't DO something like that to a stallion

                                            >Especially a stallion that had no bucking idea what it meant

                                            >You opened your mouth to say something, to yell, to make demands, to protect Anon's honor like the gentlemare that you were...

                                            >But no sound came

                                            >Your nostrils flared, taking in your friend's musk

                                            >The fashionista was still grinding herself into Anonymous's lap, trying to coax the stallion into hardness

                                            >She was licking her lips, staring back at you with hazy, half-lidded eyes

                                            >When did she...

                                            >"Twilight, dear," Rarity cooed. "If you were to stare at the two of us any harder you might set both Anonymous and I ABLAZE."

                                            >You jumped, the blush on your face deepening so much that you felt lightheaded

                                            "S-Sorry," you mumbled, finally tearing your gaze away from the two. "I w-was just, I mean you were, I was--"

                                            >You sunk into yourself as Rarity let out an airy, amused giggle

                                            >"Anonymous? Twilight looks terribly uncomfortable. Might you be a dear and see to it that she is calmed?"

                                            >Your eyes widened as Rarity, giving Anonymous's cheek a tender nuzzle, climbed off the human's lap and the couch so that she was standing next to Pinkie

                                            >That just left you and Anon, who was as nude as you've ever seen him and SOAKED with Rarity's cum, sitting on Roseluck's couch

                                            >...

                                            >A couch that you were probably going to have to replace...

                                            >You didn't want--


                                            >...Wait

                                            >What did she mean?

                                            >What was Anon going to--

                                            "Eep!"

                                            >Your wings began to flap as Anon leaned over and reached out for you

                                            >You tried to get away from those big arms of his but the couch was too small and his arms were too long

                                            "Anon! You don't, I can't, you don't need to--"

                                            >Without letting you finish, Anon managed to get ahold of you, picking you up in the air and lifting you over to him

                                            "Anon! Put me down right--"

                                            >"Shush."

                                            "B-But--!"

                                            >"Shush."

                                            >There was a look of confusion on his face as he sat you down in his lap

                                            >Not shock, not lust, not indignation, just confusion, as if he didn't know what to make of what was going on

                                            >...

                                            >Did...

                                            >Did he not know what he just did?

                                            >Was...

                                            >Was Anon a virgin?

                                            >YOU were a virgin, but that didn't mean you didn't know what horn sucking was about

                                            >It didn't take a dummy to figure out that it was an intimate and sexual act

                                            >...

                                            >Did Anon even know about sex?

                                            >...

                                            >Oh sweet Luna... he didn't, did he?

                                            >He was as pure as the driven snow and Rarity, and by extension Pinkie and you, had corrupted him like the ne'er-do-well's that you--

                                            >"Twilight."

                                            >Your eyes darted up to Anon's face

                                            >His mouth was set in a thin line and his brow was furrowed

                                            >You wiggled back and forth in his lap, your heart skipping a beat when you realized that you were sitting in Rarity's... excitement

                                            "Y-Yes, Anon?" you asked, a little too loudly, fidgeting with your hooves

                                            >Anon looked over your shoulder at Rarity, who was whispering something in Pinkie's ear with a mischievous glint in her eyes

                                            >He stared at her for a few moments, his eyes narrowing, before he looked back at you


                                            >He was quiet for a few moments, milling over his thoughts, before he opened his mouth

                                            >"Did I just molest Rara?" he asked

                                            >Twilight.exe has stopped working

                                            "U-Um, I, w-well, I don't think that you, um, you see," you shimmered

                                            >Your mind raced, trying to think up an answer to his... difficult question

                                            >He HAD pulled Rarity into his lap against her will

                                            >But she could have gotten out of his grasp with her magic at any time you were sure

                                            >He had also just started licking and s-sucking her horn without permission

                                            >But who the buck was going to say no to something like that?

                                            >If the dirtiest, smelliest, ugliest stallion in the world offered to suck your horn you wouldn't even have to think about it

                                            >...

                                            >Could stallions even rape mares?

                                            >If Rarity wanted to, hypothetically, take Anon to court for rape would the jury even believe her?

                                            >You were sitting there WATCHING and you could barely believe it!

                                            "I... I think so, Anon."

                                            >The human's face scrunched up as he leaned back against the sofa

                                            >Your ears perked up as the couch's wooden frame strained to hold itself together under his mass, groaning loudly

                                            >"I fucking knew it," he grumbled, not sounding very happy. "That's the last time I listen to Lyra when--HEY!"

                                            >You yelped as Anon, his eyes wide, picked you up and lifted you over his head

                                            >"The fuck's going on down there?!"

                                            "SFvkdjfbdkfjbd!"

                                            >Hooves kicking frantically in the open air, you looked over your shoulder

                                            >Pinkie and Rarity were sitting at the foot of the sofa

                                            >Rarity's magic had forced the human's legs open

                                            >What?

                                            >What were they...

                                            >Your eyes widened when you saw Rarity lean down and nuzzle Anon's inner thigh while Pinkie, wetting her lips, leaned forward and--

                                            "Pinkie! Rarity! What the buck do you think you're doing?!"

                                            >Anon twitched as Pinkie's tongue lolled out of her mouth and licked the tip of his cock, the only part of his stallionhood that wasn't covered by that sleeve of his

                                            >You still had no idea how he managed to fit into that thing


                                            >You could hear the fabric screaming in protest each time he moved

                                            >It was so tight, in fact that he--

                                            >skdfjbvdkjfbvdkjbk!

                                            >Your eyes bugged out of your head as his grip on you tightened significantly

                                            >OhsweetCelestiahe'sgoingtosqueezeyoutodeath!

                                            >"Yeah," Anon cried, not realizing that he was now KILLING you. "What the FUCK are you two doing down there?!"

                                            "Urgh... Anon."

                                            >"Do you always go around licking shit you're not supposed to, Pank?!"

                                            "A... Anon..."

                                            >"You don't know where that's been!"

                                            "A... Ano..."

                                            >"For all you know that--"

                                            >Black teasing the edges of your vision, you did the only thing that you could do

                                            >Rearing back one of your back legs, you swung it as hard as you could toward Anon's face, connecting solidly with his chin

                                            "Glu.. ur..."

                                            >Owowowowowowowowowowo!

                                            >Just like when you had slapped his rump, it felt like you were hitting a block of stone

                                            >But instead of slapping it you had kicked it as hard as you could

                                            >You squirmed in pain, your vision darkening, but, as luck would have it, your little stunt had garnered Anon's attention

                                            >Immediately, his grip on you lessened, allowing you to take a deep, deep breath

                                            "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

                                            >"Goddammit, Twilight!" Anon snapped, setting you back down in his lap where you promptly slumped against him. "Why didn't you say something?!"

                                            "You... were... squeezing... too... hard..." you answered, savoring the feeling of the various gases in the air filling you up

                                            >You're one hell of a sis, oxygen

                                            >And you're muh zigger nitrogen

                                            >Even you, Argon, you're my zigger till the end

                                            >You let out a quiet groan as Anon began to gently, apologetically rub your lower back

                                            >"Are you alright there, Twi?" he asked, concern in his eyes as he stared down at you

                                            >Though your chest was still heaving, you forced yourself to nod

                                            "Yeah... just... give me... a few... seconds... and I'll... be alright," you said, resting your chin on his shoulder and closing your eyes


                                            >Bucking Rarity...

                                            >Bucking Pinkie...

                                            >What the BUCK were those two doing?!

                                            >You continued to breath deeply, focusing on the feeling of Anon's fingers running through your fur

                                            >It felt... nice

                                            >Even though you were sitting in Rarity's cum and Pinkie had just licked Anon's dingaling and Rarity was doing Celestia knows what it felt nice

                                            >You could, just this once, let Anon deal with Rarity and Pinkie

                                            >He'd chew them out, they'd say they were sorry, and you'd get your pets

                                            >Everypony would--

                                            >Ohmygosh!

                                            >"Don't you give me that look, Rara," Anon growled as your eyes snapped open. "What the hell are you telling Pinkie to go and lick my dick for?"

                                            >You felt Anon's hand, the hand that was scratching your back, rise a few inches, then a few inches more

                                            >"Pinkie and I just thought that you'd appreciate it if we returned the favor of you lavishing us so thoroughly, dear."

                                            >Anon's hand jumped a few more inches on your back until you could feel his fingertips tickling your flight muscles

                                            >Your eyes widened even further as you went stiff in Anon's lap

                                            >Gasping, you wiggled a bit, your wings half-opening before you forced them to shut

                                            >Y-You had to say something

                                            >He didn't know!--

                                            >You wings!--

                                            "Anon, you could reall--eep!"

                                            >"I don't need anyone to LAVISH me," Anon insisted, digging his fingers into the muscle right under your wing joint. "I was just rubbing Pinkie's stomach--"

                                            >"Tummy."

                                            >"--STOMACH, and..."

                                            >Your back arched as you heard a puff of air leave Anon as he went silent for a few moments

                                            >"... Well, shit... Rarity, I'm sorry for kind of--"

                                            >"There's nothing to be sorry about, darling," Rarity insisted

                                            >Your wings flapped again as Anon began to absentmindedly knead the--

                                            >rtgoiernldkfndlknl!

                                            >Your eyes crossed, and for a few seconds you forgot how to breath

                                            "A-Ano--"


                                            >Anon's other hand joined its brother, scratching you under your left wing pit

                                            >Despite your best efforts, your wings extended slightly as you twitched again

                                            >"Yeah, there is," Anon retorted. "I should have asked before, well... sucking on it like I did."

                                            >"Will it make you feel any better if I told you that what you did felt WONDERFUL?" Rarity asked, her head cocked to the side

                                            >If you would have turned your head, you would have noticed that there was a smile on her face

                                            >A happy, pleased smile; the kind of smile that one forgiving friend gave another

                                            >But you didn't see it, because, at that moment, Anonymous was tracing a finger up and down the middle of your back, right between your wings

                                            "H-Hah~"

                                            >Your legs slapped against Anon's stomach as you tried to close them

                                            >You were breathing hard now and it was getting difficult to form thoughts

                                            >Anon shrugged as you whimpered quietly, curling into yourself as another burst of pleasure made your head swim

                                            >"It really doesn't make me feel all that much better, Rara," the human admitted as you buried your face into his neck.

                                            >"Remember that we're supposed to put on a show for those stallions, Anonymous. And besides, I do remember telling you that you could do what you will with me."

                                            >Your nostrils flared as you nuzzled Anon's collar bone

                                            >You could smell his sweat, along with Rarity's musk, but you could also smell something else

                                            >Though you had thought it impossible-- you must have been about as red as big Mac at this point-- your face became even redder when you realized what you were smelling was YOUR excitement

                                            "A-An... A-Anon... d-do--"

                                            >His hands were roaming all along your back now

                                            >Every single one of your sensitive flight muscles were touched, kneaded, rubbed, and even pinched without a second thought

                                            >"There's doing whatever you want and then there's doing whatever you want, Rare."


                                            >"Anonymous, dear, if you think I am upset that a stallion like as yourself had your way with me you are very much mistaken."

                                            >"It's still shitty."

                                            >You bit back a groan as Rarity sighed loudly

                                            >"If you are truly so put out by your own behavior then might you allow me a boon?"

                                            >Your whole body shifted as Anon sighed

                                            >For a second, you felt his hands leave your back, making you sigh in relief

                                            >Oh thank Celestia...

                                            >A little more of THAT and you might have made a mess...

                                            >Taking a few deep breaths, you did your best to rub your back legs together to relieve some of the heat

                                            >As long as Anonymous kept his grabbers away from your wings and back you'd be fine

                                            >You'd be fine...

                                            >Just breath...

                                            >In...

                                            >Out...

                                            >In...

                                            >Out...

                                            >There's no dirty thoughts here...

                                            >You're a gentlemare

                                            >The gentlest gentlemare that's ever gentled

                                            >...

                                            >Sweet Celestia were you sweaty...

                                            >The sounds of the couch groaning could be heard over your ragged breathing as Anon leaned back a bit more

                                            >"A boon? What the hell do you want, Rara?" Anon asked, curiously

                                            >Though you didn't see it, your face still buried in Anon's neck as you tried to remember how to pone, Rarity leaned down toward Anon's lap

                                            >The fashionista's nostrils flared as her muzzle hovered over his stallionhood

                                            >She hummed, looking up and winking at the human before dipping down and placing a loving kiss on the tip of his member

                                            >Luckily for you, Anon didn't try to squeeze you do death this time

                                            >He simply grunted in surprise, looking down at the white unicorn with scrunched up nose

                                            >"If you truly wish to make it up to me than I must insist that you lie back and let Pinkie and I have our way with you as you've had your way with us."

                                            >Her gaze snapped to your sweaty, slightly shaking form

                                            >"And if you'd be a dear and see to Twilight as well I'd very much appreciate. Though seeing the state that you have her in now..."


                                            >Frowning, Anon looked down at you

                                            >"...Twilight? You alright there?"

                                            >Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded and hoped that your answer would be sufficient

                                            >It, of course, wasn't

                                            >"Twiggles... what's going on with your wings? And why are you so sweaty? Twilight, look at me."

                                            >When you felt his hands on your withers you pressed yourself against him further, trying your hardest to collect yourself

                                            >You flapped your overly sensitive wings, tried to calm your breathing, tried to wipe the drool from your face

                                            >You could do it

                                            >You could--

                                            >"The muscles on the back of a Pegasus are sensitive, Anon dear," Rarity said, her blue eyes dancing as she rested her head on Anon's leg. "Sensitive enough that if somepony, say a stallion like yourself, were to TOUCH such muscles for an extended amount of time it would be VERY pleasureable."

                                            >Anon stopped trying to push you back to get a better look at you

                                            >You could feel his gaze on you

                                            >...

                                            >BUCK

                                            >Rarity chuckled again as she nuzzled Anon's leg

                                            >"While Twilight is an alicorn, not a pegasus, I am positive that the same thing applies to her, darling."

                                            >Anon looked down at Rarity, then at Pinkie, who's mouth was watering as she eyed Anon's stallionhood, then back down at you

                                            >Mentally cursing Rarity, the bucking tattle-tale, you forced yourself to look up at Anon

                                            "A-Anon it's really not as--"

                                            >"Did I just fucking molest you too?" Anon asked with exasperation, making a face. "God-fucking-dammit."

                                            "You didn't know, Anon," you blurted you. "It's really my fault that I didn't say anything while you were--"

                                            >"I know every fucking joint in a pony's body but I don't know what happens when you poke at their backs and play with their horns?" Anon muttered to himself, covering his face with a hand as he shook his head. "Motherfucking, shit, shit, cunt, fuck..."

                                            >Oh no!


                                            >Because you had sat on your big bucking flank Anon had a sad now!

                                            >You didn't want to give him a sad!

                                            >You had to do something!

                                            >You had to make Anon feel better!

                                            >But what could you do?

                                            >Think!

                                            >THINK FILLY!

                                            >Your wings, still half-erect, gave a little flap as you frantically looked around

                                            >ThinkofsomethingthinkofsomethingsomethingofsomethingthinkofsomethingCelestiadammit!

                                            >Your eyes snapped back to Anon as he sighed

                                            >"Twilight, Anon's being such a silly man. Be a dear and calm him down will you?" Rarity called

                                            >What the buck does she think you're trying to do?!

                                            >"Come on Twilight, you can do it!" Pinkie said with a little hop. "Perk him right up!"

                                            >But how though?!

                                            >How the buck were you going to--

                                            >Your ears perked up as the sound of a spell being cast came to your ears

                                            >Magic?

                                            >Who was using magi--

                                            >An invisible force grabbed the back of your head

                                            >At the same time as it did that you saw a blue aura encasing Anon's hand

                                            "...Wha--"

                                            >Before you could finish your thought you were pushed forward

                                            >As that happened Anon's hand was pulled away from his face

                                            >Your wings flapped again as your lips came crashing against Anon's

                                            >Somehow, by the grace of Celestia, neither of you had banged your noses or teeth or anything like that together

                                            >Your kiss had been perfect, almost like your lips were made for each--

                                            >...

                                            >YouwerebuckingkissingAnonymous!

                                            >Your eyes widened as you mewled into Anon's mouth, your back legs twitching

                                            >Anon, who looked confused once again stared back at you

                                            >The two of you just stared at each other for a few moments, both of you shocked

                                            >...


                                            >Anon's lips were really soft...

                                            >"There we go," Rarity cooed with smile. "Isn't this better than all of that fussing?"

                                            >"RAPE! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEE!"

                                            >"THEY'RE FORCING THEMSELVES ON THAT STALLION! THEY'RE FORCING THEMSELVES ON HIM!"

                                            >"SOMEPONY DO SOMETHING! THEY'RE OVERPOWERING ANON! THEY'RE GOING TO RAPE HIM!"

                                            >WHAT?!

                                            >NO YOU WEREN'T!

                                            >YOU WERE A GOOD PONY!

                                            >YOU WERE!

                                            >YES YOU WERE!

                                            >With a yelp, you broke the kiss

                                            >As you did that you jerked backward, your wings frantically flapping as you lost your balance

                                            >If it wasn't for Anon, who was quick to grab you, you would have definitely fallen out of his lap like the biggest putz in the world

                                            >"Easy there, Twilight," he said, guiding you back against his chest

                                            >You were breathing hard, absolutely FURIOUS about what Rarity had just done, and your wings were now fully erect once more

                                            >But you didn't resist Anon, simply resting your chin on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath

                                            >...

                                            >You were going to get out of Anon's lap after you had calmed down and you were going to punch Rarity

                                            >You were going to sock her in the snozzle harder than you had ever socked anything in your life

                                            >That mare was cruisin' for a bruisin', and you were sure as a honey seed going to give her that bruising

                                            >Swear on me mum'

                                            >"Now it appears that you owe a "debt" to two mares, my dear human," Rarity sing-songed, looking up at him with those blue eyes of hers

                                            >Anon was looking down at her, eyes narrowed slightly

                                            >He then looked over at his gym

                                            >To his surprise, dozens upon dozens of stallions were STILL being dragged away from the gym, kicking and screaming and bound in chains


                                            >"Twilight?"

                                            >Your ears perked up but you kept your head on his shoulder

                                            >"Did what I was doing to your back feel good?" he asked quietly as Pinkie leaned over and rested her head on his other thigh

                                            >Both her and Rarity were smiling up at Anon, licking their lips like a couple of hungry wolves

                                            >But you couldn't see that

                                            >You were just staring ahead

                                            >Still breathing in Anon's scent

                                            "Y-Yeah," you muttered. "It f-felt good..."

                                            >You could almost hear the gears churning in Anon's head as he went silent once more

                                            >His hands were lightly touching your sides, right under your forelegs

                                            >You could feel his fingers drumming against your ribs

                                            >"Huh..."

                                            >Suddenly, his hands began to wander toward your back

                                            >"Would you, hypothetically, be alright with me... poking at your back some more?"

                                            >Your eyes widened as Rarity and Pinkie's grins began absolutely wolfish

                                            >This couldn't be real

                                            >It was a dream

                                            >You were dreaming

                                            >Stallions didn't ask mares to do something like that

                                            >And they especially didn't do something like that out in the open

                                            >...

                                            >It wasn't right

                                            >If other ponies found it they'd call Anon a slut behind his back for YEARS

                                            >You couldn't do something like that to Anon

                                            >You had to say no

                                            >You had to look him in the eye and tell him no!

                                            "W-Well, if you want to..." you shyly muttered. "I m-mean, if you're c-comfortable with it an--epp!"

                                            >You twitched as Anon traced one of the muscles around your right wing

                                            >As he did that, Pinkie gave his leg a lick, cooing to herself

                                            >Anon looked at all of you

                                            >There was a bit of hesitation in his eyes but there was also steely resolve

                                            >And rage

                                            >Lots and lots of rage

                                            >"Fuck it. Let's do it ladies," he said, giving your back a squeeze

                                            >You whimpered, your hips bucking at the stimulation

                                            >"Let's crank this shit up to eleven."