[clop]Struggle Snuggle


                                            [copied from https://pastebin.com/4ujJCEDR ]

                                            [original writer Mosque3Hotel ]

                                            "Struggle Snuggle"

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                                            >Fancy meeting her, of all ponies, here.

                                            >Twilight Sparkle never did let go of you after all. It was an inevitable, but ugly encounter.

                                            >She simply stared at you, a long-lost love in her eyes with a hint of sadness. She still hadn't forgot. Not for one day.

                                            >"H-h-hi, Anon..." She sputtered out, yet you cared not for the violet mare and replied with disregard.

                                            She still waited for a response which she did not receive.

                                            Look Twilight, we're done. We've been done for weeks. I've been keeping clear of your friends even. Can't you just leave me alone?

                                            >"No..." she muttered, and a purple highlight finds its way to your shirt, which she lightly tugs on.

                                            >Doesn't change your resolve any. You're done with this slut.

                                            >"Don't you just want to talk? We can make it better again, I swear! It's just bad bec-"

                                            Because you're not the girl I thought you would be. I don't have time for you. Just leave and let be.

                                            >And with that, you walk away, the light tug of her magic fades as you drag yourself away from her.

                                            >At least you got that out of the way though, right?

                                            >What are you going to do today anyway?

                                            >Maybe pop by sugarcube.

                                            >Perhaps you could take an extended stroll in the everfree.

                                            >What if you h-

                                            >"Please, Anon?"

                                            >God damnit, she followed you.

                                            Twilight, I told you, I told you three weeks ago, we're done.

                                            >And with that, you're off again.


                                            >No doubt she's in pursuit.

                                            >You could try to lose her in the crowd, but let's see you try and blend in with a group of pastel horses two feet shorter than you.

                                            >Making a turn into a back alley, you hope to just tank the low-profile route. You check your back and...

                                            >A force grips you and forcibly shoves you into the ground, leaving you no time to react

                                            >why.jpg

                                            >Surely someone saw...

                                            >Nope. Just you.

                                            >And your assailant.

                                            >"I love you Anon! And I know you love me, you're just reluctant to show it! You don't have to hide your feelings from me..." Twilight spills before you.

                                            >I-I just have to show you how -I- feel..."

                                            Twilight, wait, w-what are you doing?

                                            >She flips you over until you're belly to the sky, and the blue-and-white portfolio is soon replaced with her face, her lip quivering, but her eyes tell a different story

                                            >Oh no.

                                            >Oh no oh no oh no

                                            >She's not going to do what you think she is... is she?


                                            H-hey, don't yo-

                                            >But her lips crash against yours before you can continue your protest, and as usual she's pushy and assertive, it doesn't take long for her to win the fight for your mouth and all you can feel is the invasion of a wet, hot tongue violating your own

                                            >No no no no

                                            >This isn't right

                                            >You turn your head, to try and break free, only for

                                            >[magic intensifies]

                                            >And your face is locked with hers.

                                            >Her violet eyes stare into your own, but you can't tell if they're eyes of lust or love.

                                            >Maybe both.

                                            >Eitherway, this can't...

                                            >Shouldn't be happening.

                                            >You're a man. Men don't get raped.

                                            >But whatever strength you find is simply cancelled out by the grip of her aura, and you recant once more that Magic is Bullshit.

                                            >Finally, her lips depart from yours, but it doesn't stop there, a hoof reaches over and holds your chin open as she lets the mix of your saliva and hers drip slowly into your mouth to accent the act.

                                            >Whatever defiance you had now gives way to a new emotion, one you don't feel often.

                                            >Fear.

                                            >You're going to get raped.

                                            >But surely...

                                            W-What if someone sees us?

                                            >"Oh don't... don't worry my sweet, I know all the streets and alleys by heart, nopony ever comes along here~..."

                                            >She fucking had this planned.


                                            Twilight, please! I don't want thi-

                                            >The blueberry taste in your mouth is reinvigorated as she cuts you off with another unwarranted kiss.

                                            >You struggle against her magic, and sweat pours down your forehead. You frantically look around, trying to focus on anything but her.

                                            >She's not having any of that.

                                            >A moan emerges from her mouth and she presses her face even further into yours, and her tongue violently swirls and shoves itself into your mouth. Your breath is caught and pain swells in your throat, and when she lets go on the tongue you can't suppress the moan that comes out.

                                            >Oh no, oh fuck, you're going to end up sending that message aren't you?

                                            >Twilight pulls back after an eternity, staring satisfied at your face.

                                            >"Hehe~, I'd know you'd like me, Anon~" she coos.

                                            Twilight no, that wasn't a...

                                            >"I know what it was."

                                            >She reaches down to lick your lips shut.

                                            >"You're mine, Anon."

                                            >You fucking pussy.

                                            >What kind of a man gets raped?

                                            >A concentrated magic force slices your shirt open, and a dragging on your pants redirects your concern. You instinctively shift once more in her aura, desperately struggling for an escape as your manhood is revealed.

                                            Stop... Please...

                                            >"You find this kinky, don't you Anon?"

                                            >"You're such a pervert."

                                            I... I h-

                                            >"Love me? I love you too Anon! We were meant to be together!"

                                            >She's dripping all over you already. There's just too much heat everywhere. From her hooves feeling you up to her closing-in face.


                                            >Twilight's nose is nearly touching yours

                                            >Another bout of struggle and you turn your head away from hers

                                            >She wont be having any of that

                                            >A purple aura obscures your vision and once again you are forced face-to-face with your rapist

                                            >You can't really find any words for the way this feels

                                            >Twilight's face is utterly that one of trust and caring, a deep love that can be seen through her eyes

                                            >Each breath she exhales is accompanied by a moan, and when you fail to hold your breath any longer she smiles, breathing in the air which you had exhaled into

                                            >The silk of the fur in her hooves rubs against your sides, eliciting a shiver from you

                                            >The widening eye's on the mare's face accompany her growing smile as she toys with your sensations even more

                                            >Flicks her tail across your thighs

                                            >Grinds her marehood on your shaft

                                            >Shoves her underside into your chest and lifts just enough for you to feel the individual furs

                                            >Now you're blushing.

                                            >Why? You don't... don't want this

                                            >But Twilight notices as you involuntarily moan and she giggles

                                            >"I just want to make you feel good, Anon."

                                            >"Don't you feel good?"


                                            >"Nnngg..."

                                            >Twi drools heavily, from both of her lips.

                                            >She hasn't even made you penetrate her and she looks like she's cumming all over your...

                                            >No, no, no, this is wrong, why the fuck are you hard?

                                            >Twilight notices quickly however, and giggles as she drips lubrication onto your exposed member

                                            >"See? I know you want this, Anon."

                                            >"All those awkward glances and hugs~..."

                                            >"We exist together now."

                                            I don't want this! You're... You're raping me, Twilight!

                                            >Twilight gigglesnorts, which would be adorable if she wasn't in the process of attempting to rob you of your virginity.

                                            >"Your body is telling me otherwise, Anon~"

                                            >"Oh Sun, you smell so horny!"

                                            >And there was a powerful, musky odor in the air. But it wasn't yours, it was her aggression. You knew she was a little bats after you broke up but...

                                            >To go this far...

                                            >"I-I think it's t-time to cement our relationship Anon. I just couldn't stand being away from you after all these w-weeks, but we'll finally..."

                                            >Twilight blushes deeply, a bit of drool dipping from her mouth

                                            >"Make love..."

                                            >You feel her magic weakening for once. Oh god, now's your chance if ever.

                                            >You struggle again, but to no avail.

                                            >The aura is replaced by a strand of rope tying your arms to your sides.

                                            >Twilight holds your undesired erection in one hoof, grinding herself all the while.

                                            >"I've been working on a new spell, Anon~..."

                                            >"Maybe I'll tell you after we're finished... mating."


                                            >Finally, she lines herself up and looks back, admiring her treat

                                            >"I hope you're excited as I am..."

                                            >"Why don't you just come out of your shell already, Anon?"

                                            Twilight... Please...

                                            >"Please? Oh! I knew you wanted me to start!"

                                            >And she starts pushing her rear onto your dick

                                            >Oh god, it's happening. It's happening and you can't do anything about it.

                                            >You try to scream in protest but a magical tape immediately goes over your face

                                            >"Now now Anon, I dont know if that turns you on, but I've had enough of that."

                                            >"Now the Pony Sutra said that I'm supposed to..."


                                            >"AAAHHH!"


                                            >"Ahh...Ahh!"

                                            >Not even two seconds in and she's already losing herself.

                                            >You can only wince as your masculinity is stripped away from you, tears streaming down your face.

                                            >You're fucking pathetic. Letting this happen to you.

                                            >"Ah...Oh~... Do you like my tight pussy, Anon?"

                                            >"You're so hard for me..."

                                            >A musky odor fills the air as he slides down on your dick, lifting to the head of your cock and then winking

                                            >Twilight slides down ever so slowly, a whine emitting from her before she gasps as she winks again

                                            >"Ahh, your scent is so powerful, it only makes me want you more~"

                                            >It's not pleasure. It's just stimulation.

                                            >What does it matter any way?

                                            >You're losing your virginity to a rapist.

                                            >You fucking beta.

                                            >Twilight humps you with abandon, her mind single-mindedly focused on rutting you hard.

                                            >"Ah... you fucking love my tight pussy dont you..."

                                            >It is tight. Maybe too tight.

                                            >The walls of her vagina aren't only tight in their own right, shaped by years and years of virginity, even though the constant "sessions" she insisted on weeks ago had done a number on them

                                            >But the contractions and winking tell another story, one of mad lust.


                                            Mmph... nnmph...

                                            >Sob.

                                            >Why are you fucking crying, you little baby?

                                            >"If you dont want it, why do you smell so different Anon? You might be saying no... But your body is definately saying -yes-~!"

                                            >Twilight stares at you expectantly.

                                            >She thrusts herself again and her walls grip you tight

                                            >It's a hard thrust though, the kind that causes a muffled gasp to arise from you

                                            >Twilight grins, and tests again, slamming her hips onto your own.

                                            >Her walls hit just the right nerves in your dick and waves of sensation ripple through you, your toes curl and your body seizes up

                                            Nnngh...

                                            >"Hehe... Ha... Haha!"

                                            >"I knew it! I knew you loved me Anon!"

                                            >And with that she swallows your manhood with her vagina and the two of you moan together

                                            >The tape on your mouth disappears and another tongue-mashing foray invades your mouth

                                            >Twilight takes the opportunity to lick your tears, "Salty..." then she buries her muzzle in your neck.

                                            >"Ah... I know you love me so much Anon, I'm glad that we finally could share this moment~!"

                                            >"Nnn!"

                                            >The soft silk on your neck becomes a stiff, hard pressure, and Twilight... growls, biting into your neck and riding you hard.

                                            >The pressure building inside you already shows a final betrayal by your body.

                                            >You... you don't want this.

                                            >Your face twists and contorts, as Twilight looks at you.

                                            >"Pleasure, Anon... that is pleasure. Don't deny it..."


                                            >Slap, slap, slap, slap slap slap.

                                            >The sound of your skin cracking together fills your ears as Twilight recklessly thrusts herself down on you. Twilight digs her head even further into your neck and squeals in delight.

                                            >Her horn is dripping already, and you know what's...

                                            >Cumming.

                                            >Her moans increase in volume and she hugs you tight, letting her tongue loose to drag it across your neck, tasting the delicious salt running down your skin.

                                            >You look into her eyes once more, and find that her pupils have already became hearts.

                                            >You lose your own head, drifting away from the combined lack of sleep and pressure building in you.

                                            >Twilight cums first though, and she erupts quite suddenly

                                            >"I LOVE YOU! ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUUU~~!!" and her juices explode over your cock, her horn erupts a burning, tingling magic all over your face.

                                            >You'd expect her to be tired out, but she sternly looks into your eyes, uttering one simple word.

                                            >A command.

                                            >"Cum."

                                            M-Mph?...

                                            >"CUM! BUCKING CUM IN ME, ANON!"

                                            >You try to hold it back, you do, but you're so confused.

                                            >Between the pleasure you feel, the fear and isolation you feel, the hopelessness of it all

                                            >"Cum! Cum! Cum!"

                                            >You keep holding back...

                                            >What does it matter anyway?

                                            >You're just an oversized sex puppet for her now.

                                            >Twilight rears her head back and once more bites into your neck roughly,

                                            >And your muscles relax paralyzed.

                                            >You... release, and Twilight screams

                                            >"AAAHNON~!<3"


                                            >"Oh Anon~... you pervert."

                                            >"I didn't know biting was your fetish..."

                                            >"Mmmn..."

                                            >She smooches you again.

                                            >"You could have just told me, you know."

                                            >"It's not like I was going to be too rough!"

                                            >She still hasn't pulled herself off of you.

                                            >You can't muster the strength or cohesion to say anything meaningful.

                                            >"What if I get pregnant?"

                                            >"Oh right!"

                                            >"That's what... what the spell was for~."

                                            >"You're a father now, my love."

                                            >No.

                                            >Just...

                                            >No.

                                            >This is all wrong.

                                            >But you're in no position to make any demands or assertions.

                                            Why...

                                            >"What?"

                                            Why?

                                            >"Hmph. Because I -love- you, Anon."

                                            >"I know you might not be ready but..."

                                            >"I am. I'm a mother already. And we're going to get married."

                                            >Twilight makes one final, slow hump, the juices from her crotch and your seed mixing.

                                            >"Ah, but it's okay now Anon! You won't leave me again now that you'd shown me your true feelings."

                                            >"By the way, I know what that scheme you were trying to keep up was."

                                            >"You are -not- allowed to see Fluttershy until I say so."

                                            >"That bucking bitch wants to get between me and my hubby..."

                                            >When Twilight finally gets off you and releases the rope, you simply lie down there.

                                            >You don't know what to do.

                                            >What's done is done.


                                            >Twilight turns around and gives you a wink.

                                            >Yes, that kind of wink.

                                            >"Mm, I hope you had fun, lover."

                                            >"How about my place tonight? Eight?

                                            O-Okay...

                                            >"Just the way I like it. See you soon, love."

                                            >Why did you agree to that?

                                            >Whatever. You're just a sex toy now.

                                            >A few minutes pass and you dress yourself back up.

                                            >Stumbling back onto the street, you look around.

                                            >No one but a orange stallion pegasus.

                                            >You feel sick.

                                            >Like you're going to throw up.

                                            >"Are you okay, dude?"

                                            I don't know...

                                            >"Hey, I saw that mare walking away."

                                            >"Dude, I was checking her out. You're fucking lucky."

                                            >Lucky.

                                            >Then it really crashes on you.

                                            >No one is going to believe you when you tell them what happened.

                                            >Anyone who does will shoot you down as a coward or a lucky idiot.

                                            >You're a male, right? A "stallion". You're supposed to like sex, no matter what.

                                            >...

                                            >What options so you have now?

                                            >...All you have left is to...

                                            >You belong to Twilight.


                                            ///////


                                            >You quietly enter the treebrary and close the door cautiously.

                                            >Twilight's already waiting for you.

                                            >Elaborate salads on the table.

                                            >She's stroking her belly, content with the "gift" you gave her earlier.

                                            >She really does want to go all the way. Foals, Marriage, all of it,

                                            >"You look thirsty, Anon." Twilight motions you toward the table, where a salad and a glass of juice await you.

                                            >Juice isn't normally that fizzy, is it?

                                            >"I'm sorry Anon, I know you might have felt a bit uncomfortable before, but I know just how to fix it!"

                                            >Uncomfortable?

                                            You raped me, you monster.

                                            >Twilight stirs slightly, but otherwise deflects the criticism

                                            >"I know you still love me Anon. We're together again!"

                                            >"I can start making checklists for you again and your life will be back on track!"

                                            >"And we'll make love as much as ever!"

                                            >Sickening.

                                            >You really wonder what freedom you'll have, no doubt she'll just keep you in her bedroom all day to use as a life-sized dildo pillow.

                                            >Twilight uncomfortably stares at your silence.

                                            >"Just drink, hun."

                                            >What options do you have?

                                            >Well, you have the option not to drink the mysterious drugged juice.

                                            >But what choice do you really have?

                                            //////

                                            >When you wake up, Twilight is lazily slumped over your crotch, purring with content, her face stained with what's almost surely your cum and she nuzzles your wet, softening cock

                                            >But it's okay, everything is okay.

                                            >You're happy.

                                            >You're glad you made Mistress Sparkle happy.