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[Yandere]"Octavia's Symphony" (Complete)

By kqaii
Created: 2021-01-24 04:51:36
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  2. "Octavia's Symphony" (Complete) by anonymous.
  3.  
  4. >-----------
  5. >Be Octavia
  6. >The moon hangs overhead and crickets chirp in nearby bushes
  7. >Your love for Anon has driven you to spend yet another night watching over him through the window
  8. >He's sitting inside now, eating some ChintzyPop brand popcorn as he reads a copy of "The Neighbor Girl"
  9. >It's just some torrid romance novel, or so you would've thought before Anon showed you just how good it was
  10. >You've already read it a dozen times now, just so you can be closer to him
  11. >How you long to talk with him about the subtle sexual nuances of the relationship between Bubble Burst and her hairdresser, and the book's overarching themes of dedicated lovers and the triumph of love over all
  12. >You know he'd love to hear about it, while he runs his hand through your mane and calls you a good pony
  13. >Just the thought makes you shiver all over
  14. >But no, not yet, the time isn't right
  15. >You know he knows you're here, and you know he loves you, but he is busy now, with his life in Ponyville
  16. >You can relate, you know just how much time and effort can go into one's career
  17. >Working for the orchestra took everything you had, nearly every waking moment as you scraped by on your meager salary
  18. >And you know too how lonely it can be, getting up early every day, working until dark, and being so tired that all you can do is crawl into bed when you get home
  19. >Years can pass you by doing that
  20. >Years, without anyone to hold you or tell you you're beautiful, which you know Anon would do for you, if you were sitting inside with him right now
  21. >That's why you can relate to him so much, as if you were made for each other
  22. >His drive, his passion for his job, he's just like you in every way
  23. >The way he lifts heavy objects and moves them around for other ponies - it's as if his burdens are like the ones you shoulder every night, when you watch over him from outside
  24. >One day you will be together
  25. >But not yet, not quite yet
  26.  
  27. >You reach into your bag of ChintzyPop and stealthily pull out some popcorn, careful not to rustle the cheap cellophane
  28. >It's all you eat anymore, just like Anon
  29. >Sure, he eats other things, but this is his favorite snack, his comfort food, providing him comfort just like you do
  30. >The diet doesn't exactly agree with your digestion, but it doesn't matter, even if you had to suffer for the rest of your life, you would do it for him
  31. >He can't smell your popcorn farts from inside, but you know he'd like them
  32. >Your old self would've have been appalled, but your old self was also a fool
  33. >A bitter, lonely fool who would've scoffed at your love and said that you'd "let yourself go"
  34. >Your mane and fur are matted and sticky, your once-manicured hooves are rough and peeling, and you stink of sweat and urine
  35. >But none of that matters, because Anon loves you, and you love him
  36. >Right now he's chewing on a big wad of ChintzyPop
  37. >Probably has a bunch of mashed-up kernels grinding between his teeth, getting saturated with his saliva, getting all wet and gooey
  38. >You feel yourself getting hot
  39. >A shudder of pleasure washes over you as Anon keeps on giving you a show, reaching down to scratch his crotch
  40. >Oh Celestia, he's such a tease
  41. >You relish the sight, your heart pounding in your chest, wondering what he'll do next
  42. >Last night it had been so hot that he'd taken off his shirt, and you'd nearly given yourself away with your moans of pleasure as you masturbated to orgasm again and again
  43. >He came out to look for you, pretending that he was just looking for a cat, but you know he heard you
  44. >You'd curled up to sleep that night feeling warm and fluttery inside, knowing that Anon knew how much pleasure he gave you
  45. >You hope one day you can give him as much pleasure as he's given you
  46. >You fantasize about it all the time, coming up with all kinds of wild scenarios
  47.  
  48. >Sometimes you save him from all the bastards and whores who use him, and you treat his wounds, his strong hands, running your hoof through his hair as you wash his face
  49. >He opens his eyes and sees you, and he smiles, knowing that he is finally safe with the one he loves the most
  50. >You kiss him hard, sucking on his tongue and biting his lips, making him groan with pleasure
  51. >You nose down his perfect chest and stomach, worshiping his body, until you're nosing his beautiful penis
  52. >You think about it constantly, the shape and color of the head, the way it would pulse in your hooves, your mouth, the way the precum would dribble out ever so slightly at your touch
  53. >The smell of his balls, the way you sometimes sniff vinegar and vanilla extract to emulate it, that wonderful musk that instantly makes you wet
  54. >The soft little hairs of his scrotum against your tongue, the way his testicles would retract as he got close to cumming, the pulse of his shaft as his hot sperm spurted from his cock hole
  55. >You return to reality to find yourself drooling, your thighs slick, your breath steaming the glass of the window
  56. >Instantly you recoil into the bushes, panicking
  57. >You know that he knows you're there, but he shouldn't see you; he should never see you
  58. >You hold your breath, watching him, but he's still reading his book
  59. >In fact, it looks like he's dozing a little in his seat
  60. >With a sigh of relief you exhale, knowing that everything's all right
  61. >Tonight's not the night, but one day, you will be together
  62. >One day
  63.  
  64. >Circumstances change the next night
  65. >You can feel it coming on, the need pulsing in your crotch
  66. >You're going into estrus
  67. >Every rational part of your brain tells you to stay home, that you won't be able to control yourself if you're that close to Anon
  68. >But your heart reminds you that you have to watch over him
  69. >You have to be the one to protect him; he NEEDS you there
  70. >So once again you find yourself outside Anon's window, as your pussy spasms between your legs
  71. >Every so often, thick urine comes out in uncontrollable spurts, the heady scent making you even hornier
  72. >It's so strong that you worry that Anon will smell it through the window and come looking for you again
  73. >You're a little embarrassed, but you feel warm inside again, knowing that Anon understands
  74. >He knows you're in estrus, and he still loves you
  75. >You know he'd give you such satisfaction if you were together
  76. >A little moan escapes you and you bite your lip
  77. >Your eyelids flutter as consciously you flex your asshole, fantasizing about his penis sliding inside
  78. >You know he would love anal with you, your tight ass massaging his cock better than any other mare could
  79. >The sensation of his thick penis pushing and pulling on your asshole like his own personal fucksock makes your hind legs tremble
  80. >Your hoof is rubbing hard against your stiff clit before you're even aware of what you're doing
  81. >Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you try to calm yourself
  82. >You have to hold out until Anon falls asleep and you know he's safe
  83. >He knows how horny you are, how aroused you'll get watching him
  84. >Part of you feels fluttery, knowing that he's going to tease you, but part of you hopes that he won't make you suffer too much, knowing that you can't be together right now
  85. >Why, if he were to pull out his penis and start to stroke it right in front of you, you might just scream
  86. >But right now he's just reading his book again
  87.  
  88. >He's getting close to the end, where Bubble Burst finally confesses her love to her neighbor, and the two have sex
  89. >It's your favorite part
  90. >Sure, the book is cliche and prosaic on the surface, but when you look deeper into the narrative, it unfolds with a richness that only you and Anon can possibly comprehend
  91. >It's like a tapestry of your love, illustrating all that's in store for you and your relationship
  92. >Just thinking about your love for Anon is enough to fill your heart with songs again
  93. >One day he will hear you play your cello, and he will kiss you all over and tell you just how much he loves your music
  94. >He'll run his fingers through your fur, your mane, and he'll pick you up and hold you so you can hear his heartbeat and smell his body
  95. >You'll be together, and you both will finally be with the one you love more than anything
  96. >For now though this window separates you, and you can only watch
  97. >Your breath catches in your throat as Anon puts his book down and stretches, extending his arms over his head, accentuating his shoulders and chest
  98. >Your little gasps turn to soft, needy moans as he gets up, cracks his neck, then gets on the floor and starts doing pushups
  99. >You'd seen him do this before, and every time it drove you wild, even under normal conditions
  100. >Now, with hot juices flowing freely from your winking slit, it's almost as if each push-up is Anon thrusting his manhood deep inside you
  101. >Unblinking, you watch him, your eyes wide, taking in every moment, every bead of sweat on his forehead
  102. >You groan and shiver as you faintly hear the sounds of his exertion, his grunting and labored breathing
  103. >Your brows knit together as a shiver runs down your spine and into your limbs, your asshole tightening and your pussy gaping in one long spasm
  104. >You can feel yourself about to cum, and you aren't even touching yourself
  105. >When Anon flips over and starts doing crunches, you know he's just doing this to torture you
  106.  
  107. >You have a full view of his crotch and the bulge in his shorts as he does each sit-up
  108. >He knows how much this is turning you on
  109. >He knows that you're gasping with arousal, flushed and shaking, yearning to rub your clit
  110. >He's testing you, you realize
  111. >He's seeing if he can trust you not to relieve yourself, because you haven't controlled yourself so well in the past
  112. >When he needed you to be watchful and on guard, instead you had masturbated most shamefully, surrendering to the pleasure Anon was giving you, when he needed you to watch over him
  113. >Now he wants to see if you can resist the urge, even when you are at your most compromised
  114. >It takes all of your willpower, but you manage to resist
  115. >You bite your lip until it bleeds, tears streaming out the corners of your eyes, but you resist the urge to rub your poor, aching pussy
  116. >You know Anon will reward you for doing this for him
  117. >He has to
  118. >He just has to
  119. >He loves you too much not to
  120. >"Please," you whisper, watching him through the window. "Please, please..."
  121. >Like the horrible, wonderful tease he is, he ignores you
  122. >He pulls off his shirt, revealing his sweaty body
  123. >Instantly you imagine the smell of him, imagine sticking your nose right in his armpit, licking his body all over and tasting every drop of his sweat
  124. >Your gasps and moans are getting louder and louder, but you don't care, you're trying so hard not to touch yourself, you're being such a good pony
  125. >"Please..." you beg, nearly sobbing, your limbs trembling as you sink onto your haunches, grinding your cunt against the ground, trying to ignore the intense pulsing need in your belly
  126. >The soil is turning to mud beneath you
  127.  
  128. >A twig snaps as you lean into the bush
  129. >Anon's head whips around to look through the window
  130. >Your heart pounds as his eyes alight upon your position, although you know he can't see you, you're too deep in the bush
  131. >Your whole body freezes, your muscles tense, as you wait for him to make a move
  132. >The moment he stands and makes for the door, you bolt
  133. >At least, you try
  134. >The ground, muddy from your piss and juices, makes you slip and fall
  135. >You land with a splat on the ground
  136. >You struggle to stand, but your hooves have difficulty finding purchase in the mud
  137. >You hear the door slam and footsteps running up behind you
  138. >Just as you finally manage to stand, you look up just in time to make eye contact with Anon
  139. >Your heart leaps into your throat and you stand there, frozen
  140. >He looks at you in shock
  141. >"Who...," he starts, before breaking off. "Are you okay?"
  142. >Tears flow freely down your cheeks as you stare at him
  143. >It wasn't supposed to be like this
  144. >It's too soon, too soon
  145. >The words choke and die in your throat.
  146. >"I... I..."
  147. >He takes a step toward you, but you immediately back away
  148. >You're just a filthy, stupid pony, you realize
  149. >A failure of a musician, a little rube who never should have dreamed of dallying with high class ponies
  150. >Let alone this beautiful man before you
  151. >How could you ever think you could be worthy of him
  152. >He deserves someone better, someone beautiful, who's not afraid to talk to him
  153. >Someone who doesn't sit outside his window stinking of piss
  154. >Someone who isn't you
  155. >You can't hold back the tears anymore
  156. >Sobbing, you turn and run into the woods, galloping off into the darkness
  157. >You hear Anon calling after you, but you press on, fighting that weak part of you telling you to go back
  158. >It's better this way, you tell yourself
  159. >Anon will be better off without you
  160. >You run until your legs can carry you no further, and when you fall, you sob until you fall asleep.
  161.  
  162. >Two weeks have passed since that debacle
  163. >Your ears still burn with shame whenever you think about it
  164. >You in your boundless stupidity had disturbed your relationship with Anon
  165. >He had been so kind about it, so gentle and caring, reaching out to you that night
  166. >You would never have thought it possible, but after that night you felt more sure of the strength of his love for you than you ever had before
  167. >But you... you were just a stupid, filthy mare, unworthy of that love
  168. >You had proven it that very night, when you'd allowed him to see you
  169. >That wasn't how it was supposed to be
  170. >You were supposed to watch over him, protecting him, until that moment that he felt safe enough to approach you
  171. >For so long you've been his comfort, his safe place, but you'd put it all in jeopardy thanks to your incompetence
  172. >The events of that night were the worst thing you could've possibly imagined
  173. >How hurt Anon had looked, under his expression of kindness and worry... hurt that you, Octavia, had caused
  174. >The first week you'd been inconsolable
  175. >You'd locked yourself in your room, tearing up your stained pillows and ragged bedspread in your anguish
  176. >You'd eaten nothing; you weren't even worthy of ChintzyPop
  177. >Curled up in a ball on the floor, you'd cried for hours, sobbing Anon's name, begging for his forgiveness
  178. >If you still had your whore roommate, the bitch might actually have been concerned about you
  179. >But she'd left long ago, after a falling out about your grooming habits
  180. >She'd had the gall to call you "disgusting," and been gauche enough to comment on the smell of your vagina
  181. >As if that cunt didn't have semen leaking out of her 24/7
  182. >Good riddance
  183. >Regardless, that first week you didn't even masturbate; even in your estrus, you were too distraught to relieve yourself
  184. >You survived only on tap water and saltines, until your hunger finally drove you from the house
  185.  
  186. >You still remember the look the convenience store clerk had on his face when you'd showed up in the middle of the night to buy some ramen and bananas
  187. >After that you'd gone home, taken a shower, and gone to sleep
  188. >You dreamt of Anon that night, holding you in his arms, before blackness engulfed you both
  189. >You'd woken up with a gasp, and knew that you had to see him again
  190. >He needed you to see him
  191. >At first, you didn't know what to do
  192. >Just going back to his window wasn't an option; he might catch you again
  193. >After a few hours of dithering you'd plucked up the courage to go spy on him while he was working during the day
  194. >You'd done it before once or twice, always shaking with nervousness, but you'd never been caught
  195. >Anon had even seen you once, but he didn't even let on, he'd looked right through you as if you were any other pony
  196. >He really is quite devious about keeping your love a secret
  197. >He's just too good
  198. >You had stood in the foyer of your house for an hour, trembling as you periodically touched the door, trying to muster the strength to go outside
  199. >It took a long, soothing masturbation session with two bananas to finally calm your nerves
  200. >You did it on your belly, resting against the bed, imagining Anon's strong arms holding you down ever so gently
  201. >In your fantasy, he was fucking you in both holes at once, thrusting into your pussy and asshole as he whispered soft words of forgiveness in your ear
  202. >It had felt so good that you started crying in the middle
  203. >But once that was done, you'd cleaned yourself off and stumbled out into the bright sunlight
  204. >You went to the market street where you knew Anon worked as a porter for the merchants there
  205. >It was easy to find him; he towers over the ponies, and is constantly moving from one shop to the other
  206. >He has such a gift with words and making friends
  207. >But you know that despite his gregariousness, he's vulnerable inside, something he only shows to you
  208.  
  209. >You want to hold him so badly, to tell him that it's all right, that he can open up to you
  210. >But that day, you had to control yourself
  211. >No more mistakes
  212. >So you'd sidled up to the local cafe, gotten some straight black coffee, and sat beneath a pin-striped umbrella
  213. >You watched him for hours, pretending to be busy with the newspaper
  214. >He pretended not to notice, but you knew that he knew you were there
  215. >You were both pretending, playing this little game, so that none of the other ponies would know of your love
  216. >Almost immediately you'd felt that wonderful fluttery feeling return, knowing that Anon still loved you, even though you had been such a fool that night
  217. >And when, after three hours, he happened to glance in your direction while wiping his brow, you knew in your heart that all was forgiven
  218. >When his eyes had casually passed over you, you'd felt the heat rush into your cheeks, and tingling spread all down your body
  219. >You'd looked down, smiling from ear to ear as you blushed, trembling, to the point that the waiter asked if you were alright
  220. >You'd excused yourself to the powder room and then climbed out the window without paying
  221. >(Rent is expensive for a single tenant, and you have hardly any bits to your name)
  222. >That night you'd pulled out your cello for the first time in weeks, and when you played your Symphony d'Anon, you knew he could hear you
  223. >Indeed, now that Anon had told you that he'd forgiven you, you began to see him everywhere
  224. >Out of the corner of your eye you'd see him, watching you, and warmth would rush over you as you instantly knew you were safe
  225. >Perhaps you weren't such a bumbling fool after all
  226. >Even though you'd bungled everything by letting him see you, it seemed that Anon - gentle, kind, loving Anon - had finally seen the strength of your love for him
  227. >And now he was watching over you, just as you watched over him
  228.  
  229. >For all of that second week, you'd lingered in your room as much as possible
  230. >You'd cleaned your sheets, groomed your mane to an immaculate sheen, and dressed in the sexiest clothes you could find
  231. >Every night you gave Anon a show, knowing that he was watching you, and finally you could give him the pleasure he deserved
  232. >You didn't know if he was stroking himself to you - he was such a gentleman, after all - but you would not have minded if he was
  233. >You took your time, teasing him just like he teased you, drawing out his ecstasy as you tantalizingly removed one piece of clothing after the other
  234. >Once you even played your cello in the nude, your window completely open, a risque maneuver that had you dripping all over your chair once you were done
  235. >Doing this every night filled you with such a hot thrill, and only intensified your burning desire for Anon
  236. >You'd visualized him sitting out there, hiding in the bushes, watching your every move
  237. >Last night you'd gone the farthest you ever had with him, as you peeled off your panties and spread your legs in front of the window, giving him full view of your winking slit
  238. >You'd rubbed yourself, slow at first, but growing more and more frantic in your movements until you couldn't hold it anymore
  239. >"Anon," you'd moaned, mouthing his name so that he could see it, as you stared with your best sultry look into the darkness. "Anon... I love you."
  240. >Your clit had pulsed against your hoof, straining in its hood, as with every wink hot soup had spurted onto the floor
  241. >Your hind legs buckled as you drew close to orgasm, and fell against the window, holding yourself up as you finally succumbed to the pleasure
  242. >Marecum spurted everywhere, and as tears had flowed down your face, you had thrown open the window and crawled out, calling out to Anon, begging for him to hold you after making you cum
  243. >But he was too fast, and was long gone by the time you got to the bushes he'd been hiding in
  244.  
  245. >You'd laid there in the dirt, smelling the spot where he'd just been, panting and shaking with your need for him
  246. >It was only when your neighbors came out with a flashlight that you snuck back inside
  247. >Now it is morning again
  248. >You awaken feeling refreshed, and thinking only of Anon
  249. >You realize that you were a fool again, that you'd let your emotions get the better of you
  250. >But somehow you don't think that Anon minded
  251. >In fact, you think he quite likes your little shows, and your passion
  252. >Why wouldn't he?
  253. >He comes every night, after all
  254. >You eat some ChintzyPop for breakfast, and start thinking of new ways to show your appreciation
  255.  
  256. >You start with "Lady Clopperley's Lover"
  257. >Anon had assuredly finished "The Neighbor Girl" by now, and he needed some new reading material
  258. >Something in a similar vein, but perhaps a little more... highbrow
  259. >You smile as you secretly slide the romance novel into his mailbox while he's out working
  260. >What better way to show your appreciation than with a gift?
  261. >Just think, Anon is going to touch something that you've touched with your own hooves
  262. >The idea makes you tremble with fear and arousal
  263. >You feel both incredibly nervous and incredibly excited
  264. >Of all the things you've done for Anon up to now, this hasn't been one of them
  265. >What if he doesn't like it? What if he thinks it's stupid?
  266. >No, you tell yourself. He'll love it, just like he loves you
  267. >He'll love everything you give him, because he is a kind and generous lover
  268. >And you want to do your absolute best to give him the most special and thoughtful gifts you can
  269. >He deserves it, oh does he deserve it
  270. >You feel like your relationship is at a tipping point
  271. >You two are so close now, so close to finally realizing your love for one another
  272. >You're so excited that you gallop all the way home
  273. >Slamming shut the front door, you collapse against it, panting with glee
  274. >Eagerly you stare at the clock, watching the hours tick by, rocking from side to side
  275. >Soon it is 6:15 PM, and you know Anon is walking up to his house right now
  276. >You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking violently with pleasure, as you fantasize him opening his mailbox and pulling out the book
  277. >His hands run all over the cover of "Lady Clopperley's Lover"
  278. >His fingers trace where your hooves held it, brushing over the book as if he were caressing your skin
  279. >The image is almost enough to make you squeal with delight, if you weren't a refined lady
  280.  
  281. >Instead you climb into the tub and press your nose into the shower rack where you keep open bottles of vanilla extract and vinegar
  282. >A rotting banana is taped to the shower tile
  283. >Sensually you lick the tip, letting its musk fill your nostrils along with the scents of vanilla and vinegar
  284. >You imagine Anon sitting on his couch, settling in to read the book you gave him
  285. >Generously he slides off his work pants and lets his sweaty, erect penis sway free
  286. >Like a good, obedient little pony, you take his cock into your mouth
  287. >You imagine his soft groans of pleasure, his hand running encouragingly through your mane
  288. >The banana peel begins to split in your mouth
  289. >Mushy, strong-smelling pulp spills out onto your tongue
  290. >You suck it down greedily, as if you were sucking down Anon's sperm, letting it squirt down your throat
  291. >His hips are thrusting against you now, and he's pulling your hair and moaning your name
  292. >You moan around the mess of mush and disintegrating peel in your moth, your hindquarters presented high in the air, hoof buried between your legs
  293. >Anon tells you he loves your gift as you cum
  294. >You collapse, shivering, in the tub, and float in a haze of pleasure as Anon reads the book you gave him
  295. >He flips through the pages, enraptured, until he falls asleep
  296. >Knowing that he is satisfied, you smile and drift off into dreamless slumber
  297. >You are incredibly tense the next morning, your eyes glued on the clock as you wait for Anon to leave his house
  298. >As soon as 10 AM rolls around, you rush over and throw open his mailbox
  299. >You gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over you
  300. >The book isn't in there
  301. >He must've taken it
  302. >He must've touched it, with his hands
  303. >Oh Celestia, it feels so good
  304. >You're trembling all over, your entire body quivering, your heart racing, as you stumble back home
  305. >You crawl under the dining room table to masturbate, crying a little from happiness
  306.  
  307. >You imagine yourself knocking on Anon's door, and he lets you in
  308. >He lets you rest your head in his lap, and he strokes your mane while reading about Lady Clopperley and her strong, capable lover
  309. >He lets you masturbate, and he doesn't mind at all when you sniff deeply into his armpits, or when you cum, hard, on his leg
  310. >But as the afterglow fades, worry begin to set in, as you realize that you have to give him another gift
  311. >You have to, Anon is counting on it
  312. >Luckily it's not too difficult to come up with the next one
  313. >It takes a good chunk of your remaining bits, but you buy a case of ChintzyPop from the convenience store
  314. >The clerk gives you a strange look, and for a moment you feel afraid, wondering if he's somehow figured out your love for Anon
  315. >If this bastard tries to stop you, you don't know what you'll do to him
  316. >But he wordlessly rings up the purchase and lets you go on your way without incident
  317. >You'll have to avoid that place from now on; that clerk cannot be trusted
  318. >Back home, the rational part of you knows that it would be rather extravagant to give someone an entire case of popcorn
  319. >Even though Anon loves the stuff, and you love him more than anything, you recognize the need for a little moderation
  320. >You staple three bags together
  321. >After stuffing them in Anon's mailbox, you look around for someplace to hide
  322. >It was wonderful to visualize him taking your gift last night, but this time you want to see it with your own eyes
  323. >You settle for a nearby gazebo in a public park, far enough away that no one will suspect anything, but close enough that you can see Anon when he gets home
  324. >You sit and doze for hours, waiting for the day to go by
  325. >Around 2 in the afternoon, some mares out for a stroll give you weird looks, but you stopped caring about the opinions of cunts long ago
  326. >At 4, you see the mailpony arrive
  327. >Anger flashes through you when you see him pull your precious gift from Anon's mailbox
  328.  
  329. >You're plotting ways to exact vengeance for the impending theft, when the stallion simply shrugs and puts it back
  330. >You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the power of your love has repulsed the bastard
  331. >He drops off his foul payload and goes off to finish the rest of his route
  332. >You'll have to be careful of that one; he knows where you live
  333. >The next two hours crawl by at a snail's pace
  334. >You feel as if time itself is conspiring against you, trying it's best to stop the union between you and Anon
  335. >You smile a little at this foolishness, knowing that thought is silly
  336. >There is NOTHING that can stop your love.
  337. >Finally 6:15 arrives. You're already dripping with anticipation
  338. >You poke your head up over the railing of the gazebo
  339. >Your heart leaps in your chest as Anon makes an appearance
  340. >He struts down the road, so masculine, so strong
  341. >Everything seems to slow down as he reaches his mailbox
  342. >He opens it, pulling out his letters, his bills, the other garbage
  343. >And then
  344. >The ChintzyPop is in his hands
  345. >You're trembling hard, your hooves nearly white from the pressure of being pressed up against the wall of the gazebo
  346. >Your whole body tenses as Anon scratches his head and looks around, feigning confusion
  347. >He knows it's from you
  348. >He knows how much thought and care you put into giving it to him
  349. >He knows how much you love him
  350. >And with a shrug, he places the popcorn under his arm, and goes inside
  351. >You nearly orgasm then and there
  352. >Your vulva is winking wildly, scraping against the rough wood of your seat, your hot pussy juices dripping down onto the ground
  353. >That shrug... that shrug told you everything you needed to know
  354. >It was as if he had tucked YOU under his arm and carried you in, instead of the popcorn
  355.  
  356. >Shaking, gasping, you stagger out of the gazebo, leaving a trail of vaginal fluid behind you
  357. >A mare suddenly turns around a hedge in front of you, nearly colliding with you
  358. >You brush past her without a word
  359. >"Um, hi," she says, her voice suddenly breaking off. "What the f-"
  360. >You go into a full gallop, putting that bitch behind you
  361. >You hardly care, you're so happy
  362. >So very happy
  363. >Anon loves you
  364. >And you're going to see him very, very soon
  365.  
  366. >You can hardly sleep that night
  367. >Not even masturbation can calm your nerves
  368. >Every time you near climax, you imagine Anon holding you in his arms
  369. >And every time you spasm, clear fluid dripping around your hoof, knowing that this fantasy will soon be your reality
  370. >Anon had known all about your little gifts
  371. >He knew you were watching him there, from the gazebo
  372. >After all those nights of him watching you through your window, of making love to you with his presence, it seemed as if he was finally ready to make it all real
  373. >Him taking the ChintzyPop was practically an invitation, wasn't it?
  374. >Wasn't it?
  375. >Of course it was
  376. >Anon is a tease, but he wouldn't just jerk you around
  377. >He's not that kind of man
  378. >He's gentle, and kind, and ready to take your relationship to the next level
  379. >Still, you can't help but feel nervous
  380. >You try to reassure yourself, telling yourself that Anon must be just as nervous as you are, but that only makes it worse
  381. >You want to be able to comfort him, to help him relax, but you don't know how you'll be able to do that if you're panicking around him
  382. >You'll just have to be as calm as you possibly can, and hope that'll be good enough
  383. >The next morning, you begin making your preparations
  384. >You take a nice long shower, and start the long process of taming your thick, tangled mane
  385. >Part way through you drop the brush, your hooves are shaking so badly
  386. >You take a few deep breaths, then turn off the bathroom lights and crawl into the shower to masturbate
  387. >You close your eyes, letting the warm water wash over you in the darkness, as you soothe yourself
  388. >It's around 2 by the time you finally finish grooming yourself
  389. >You eat something small, not wanting to ruin your appetite for the fine dinner Anon surely has planned this evening
  390.  
  391. >Humming to yourself, you wrap up your next gift for Anon, tying a bright gauzy bow around it
  392. >You're sure he'll be thrilled to open it
  393. >5 o' clock rolls around, and you stand again in the vestibule of your house
  394. >You twitch nervously, sweat dripping down your neck
  395. >The front door is the only barrier between you and Anon now
  396. >Try as you might, you've been unable to quell your nerves
  397. >You feel like you're going to explode with anxiety
  398. >But you have to do this
  399. >For Anon
  400. >Shakily you turn the doorknob and head outside
  401. >Tension floods your body as you walk to his house
  402. >You feel as if you cannot relax your face
  403. >Your eyes squint against the bright sun, and your jaw aches
  404. >It takes you almost a minute to realize that you've reached his street
  405. >Hyperventilating a little, you turn in place, looking for somewhere to stand
  406. >You eventually choose the little wooden fence bordering the sidewalk out front of Anon's house
  407. >By now it's about 5:30
  408. >And so you wait, holding Anon's gift in your hooves
  409. >Time passes with impressive slowness, and again you curse it
  410. >Fuck time
  411. >And fuck the cunty mares that keep glaring at you from their yards, too
  412. >Why can't they just mind their own business?
  413. >It's not your fault that they resigned themselves to loveless marriages in this soulless neighborhood
  414. >This place would be colorless and dead, were it not for one person
  415. >Anon
  416. >Your heart is pounding hard in your chest
  417. >You shuffle from side to side, looking constantly between the ground, fence, and sky, but never at the street
  418. >He'll be arriving any minute now
  419.  
  420. >You have to look casual, to keep up appearances
  421. >If you don't do it right then Anon might not feel safe enough to let you in
  422. >You have to calm down, you tell yourself
  423. >But as you struggle to do so, you catch movement in the corner of your eye
  424. >You glance in his direction, then quickly look away, at a tree
  425. >Anon is coming home
  426. >Blood is pulsing in your ears as he gets closer and closer
  427. >You have to do something, something to signal to him that you're ready if he is
  428. >You crane your neck in his direction, your head turning while your eyes remain fixed on the tree
  429. >You have to look at him
  430. >Your force yourself to look at him
  431. >Oh Celestia
  432. >He's looking at you
  433. >Not through you, but at you
  434. >You feel a wave of numbness wash over you
  435. >You're not even sure if your heart is beating anymore
  436. >You urge yourself: do something, Octavia!
  437. >Forcing it, your mouth twitching, you put on your brightest smile
  438. >Your teeth press together painfully
  439. >Anon, graceful Anon, smiles back and gives you a little nod
  440. >Numbness turns to warmth
  441. >You melt in the light of that smile
  442. >Your hind leg twitches, and you feel a little droplet of marecum dribble down your thigh
  443. >Anon keeps walking
  444. >For a moment you stand there frozen, unblinking, staring at the road
  445. >You hear the sound of his door opening, then closing
  446. >By the time you turn to look, he's already gone inside
  447.  
  448. >Your mind races
  449. >He left you out here
  450. >Why?
  451. >Why did he not pick you up and take you inside?
  452. >You start shaking, and you feel your eyes getting wet
  453. >Were you wrong? Did you misread the signs?
  454. >No, no, that's impossible. Anon's feelings are clear as day
  455. >Why, then, are you not in there now, nuzzling his neck as he rubs your flanks and whispers sweet nothings in your ear?
  456. >Something must be wrong, you realize
  457. >Something's happened to Anon, and he's trying to tell you what it is
  458. >You look around, trying to see what he wants you to see
  459. >None of the mares are in their yards anymore
  460. >All is quiet in the neighborhood
  461. >Or so it would seem
  462. >A hoof taps you on the shoulder
  463. >You whirl around, your mane in your face
  464. >That mare from yesterday is standing there
  465. >She looks like a stupid bitch
  466. >"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but this is a private neighborhood," you hear her say, in her annoying voice. "You've been standing there for almost an hour, do you -"
  467. >You interrupt
  468. >"Leave."
  469. >The mare blinks, looking stunned
  470. >You stare her down, not moving an inch
  471. >Slowly she backs away, then gallops off
  472. >A wise decision
  473. >With her gone, you're able to focus on your mission
  474. >You have to figure out what's wrong with Anon
  475. >You go around behind his house and settle into the bushes
  476. >Here you were getting messy again, after all that work cleaning up and fixing your hair
  477. >Sacrifices had to be made, for the good of Anon
  478. >You'd give up anything, to make sure he was safe
  479. >It's still too light out to watch him from this close, so you'll have to wait until nightfall
  480. >You dig in with his gift, the box proving a poor pillow, and wait as the sun slowly sets
  481.  
  482. >Endless possibilities whirl like a carousel of terror in your mind
  483. >You don't know what's wrong with Anon, and you can't help as your imagination conjures up the worst possibilities
  484. >Maybe someone found out about your love, and is blackmailing him
  485. >You feel anger boiling within you at the thought
  486. >You would never allow someone to do that to him
  487. >If you ever found out who it was, that pony would wish he'd never been born
  488. >Or maybe Anon was just nervous, like you'd thought
  489. >Your own anxiety is making you feel ill
  490. >Imagine how Anon must feel
  491. >Sympathy fills you and tears come to your eyes
  492. >Poor, poor Anon
  493. >You wrap your hooves around yourself, imagining that Anon is in your embrace, trembling
  494. >You coo sweet words to him and tell him that everything is going to be all right
  495. >He's safe now
  496. >It's all you want for him, for him to be safe
  497. >Darkness finally comes, and you're able to peer out through the bushes
  498. >Instantly you know that something is definitely wrong with Anon
  499. >He's not even reading "Lady Clopperley's Lover"
  500. >It's just sitting there on his coffee table, buried under a stack of bills
  501. >Anon himself is lying on his couch, wearing just some shorts, socks, and a t-shirt
  502. >He's thrown his arm over his eyes to make it look like he's taking a nap, but you know the truth
  503. >He's suffering inside
  504. >It takes all your willpower not to just jump through his window and go to him
  505. >If he wanted you right now, he'd come out and get you
  506. >You have to respect his desire for solitude
  507. >And so you wait, watching him, biting your hooves in your worry for him
  508. >Seeing him like this is one of the worst things you've ever felt
  509. >You don't know what you'd do if harm ever came to him
  510. >Horrible scenes flash through your mind - Anon getting hurt, Anon dying, Anon being separated from you
  511. >It makes you feel so sick that you gag
  512. >Wiping your mouth, you tell yourself to be strong
  513. >You have to be strong for Anon, especially now, when he needs you most
  514.  
  515. >You remain vigilant, protecting him with your watchful gaze
  516. >You're not sure how much time has passed, but the moon is high in the sky and all the stars are out
  517. >Suddenly you hear a knock at the door
  518. >Anon gets up, looking groggy
  519. >You wait for him to go down the hallway, before creeping around the side of his house to see who his visitor is
  520. >You feel a sinking sensation in your guts when you see who's at the door
  521. >Two tough-looking guard ponies, a mare and a stallion, are waiting to ambush Anon
  522. >This must be what's been troubling him - he's had a run-in with the law
  523. >It's not his fault, of course not
  524. >Anon would never do anything illicit, unless he had to, to save someone he loved
  525. >No, this must be the fault of one of those bastards he works for, trying to pin some crime on him
  526. >Well think again, scumbag
  527. >You're not about to let Anon take the fall for some deadbeat criminal
  528. >You'll save him, no matter what it takes
  529. >Anon opens the door, and you see the guard ponies ask him a question
  530. >He shakes his head and speaks in his calm way, obviously trying to defuse the situation
  531. >He's clearly innocent, but you can't trust these idiot guards to do their jobs
  532. >You have to step in before things get out of hoof
  533. >You stumble out of the shadows and head directly toward them
  534. >The stallion notices you first, glancing at you and doing a double take
  535. >"Uh, is that the one?" he asks his partner, pointing at you
  536. >"Matches the description," she says. She nods to Anon. "Stay inside, sir. Let us handle this."
  537. >You smirk, knowing that you've diverted their attention
  538. >As soon as they start moving toward you, you immediately turn and run
  539. >You hear them shouting as they chase after you
  540. >Images of Anon flash through your mind as you dash into the night
  541. >Him holding you, kissing you, carrying you to bed
  542. >They fill you with strength and speed
  543. >But before you can even react, you feel hooves on your back, and a moment later you're on the ground
  544. >Somehow they caught up to you
  545.  
  546. >You thrash, kicking, as the stallion hefts you up
  547. >"Calm down, lady," he grunts. "Fucking hell, stop struggling!"
  548. >"What are you doing out here?" the mare asks
  549. >You look away, refusing to even acknowledge her presence
  550. >You'll never give up Anon, no matter what they do to you
  551. >She just shrugs and sighs
  552. >"Well, let's get you down to the station. You look like you could use a meal, at least. Are you homeless?"
  553. >As they drag you off, those images of Anon begin to fracture in your mind
  554. >You realize, suddenly, that you might not ever see him again
  555. >This sacrifice might've just cost you your soulmate
  556. >You burst into tears and begin to sob loudly
  557. >Your breath wracks your body, doubling you over as the stallion struggles to hold you still
  558. >Through your watery eyes you see Anon still standing in his doorway, watching
  559. >His eyes are wide with concern
  560. >Anon...
  561. >You're so, so sorry
  562. >You know how much it must hurt him to see you like this
  563. >It hurts, so much, but you manage to swallow it
  564. >You swallow all your anguish, choking back the tears, so he doesn't have to see you suffer
  565. >You will bear it quietly, and proudly, for him
  566. >He's safe now, because of you
  567. >And that's all that matters
  568. >The guards are leading you away, when you hear a voice calling after you
  569. >The mare stops and looks back
  570. >You hear her talk as you stare blindly at the ground
  571. >When you finally look back to see who she's talking to, you nearly faint
  572. >Anon is coming up to you
  573. >Brave, brave Anon
  574.  
  575. >You want to call out to him, to tell him no, to save himself, but you know that this is his way
  576. >You tremble all over, watching him come toward you like an avenging angel
  577. >"Yeah, uh, we're friends," he says. "Hadn't seen her in awhile, guess she's having some trouble."
  578. >The mare sounds dubious when she replies. "You sure you want to take her? We can house her just as easily at the station."
  579. >"It's fine," Anon says, his voice like the golden water of heaven. "I'll make sure she gets back on her feet. Uh, hooves. Back on her hooves."
  580. >"Suit yourself," the mare says. "Make sure that that you do. We'll be back if we get another report about her skulking around."
  581. >The exchange a few more words, but you're barely listening anymore
  582. >Your eyes are glistening, and wide with wonder
  583. >You stare at Anon, your hero, your lover
  584. >Standing there in his t-shirt and shorts
  585. >His socks are all muddy
  586. >For you
  587. >You marvel at his prowess, his incredible silver tongue, fooling them with his made-up story
  588. >The guards walk away, grumbling to themselves, and you are left alone with him, all alone
  589. >His door is standing open
  590. >He scratches his head and sort of gestures toward it
  591. >"So uh, come on in I guess," he says.
  592. >These are the most beautiful words you've ever heard in your life
  593. >You can hardly believe this is really happening
  594. >Moving as if in a dream, you brush by him, smiling up at him
  595. >Everything is a blur as you walk through the threshold, into his house
  596. >At long last, you will finally be together
  597.  
  598. >Anon's home is like paradise to you
  599. >The cheap linoleum of the kitchen, the peeling laminate of the countertops, the stained cupboards
  600. >>All of it glows with a golden sheen
  601. >You stand by his bare refrigerator, losing yourself in its celestial hum, when you hear Anon speak up
  602. >"You want something to eat?"
  603. >You shiver with excitement, knowing that Anon has prepared a fine dinner just for you
  604. >A beautiful prelude to a night of ecstasy
  605. >You struggle to get the words out, choking on your "yes," so you just nod emphatically
  606. >You watch as he takes out some spaghetti and heats it up in the microwave
  607. >He sits across from you at the kitchen table as you eat
  608. >The noodles taste divine, as if they were seasoned with Anon's own sweat
  609. >"So... what's your name?" he asks
  610. >You snort at this joke, nearly coughing up the spaghetti
  611. >For a long time you giggle, covering your mouth with your hoof
  612. >When finally you stop laughing, Anon is staring at you in mock confusion
  613. >Deadpan as always
  614. >You love his humor
  615. >It relaxes you a little
  616. >"Octavia," you manage to say, the final syllable turning high-pitched and strangled
  617. >He nods. "Well. Nice to meet you, Octavia. I'm Anon."
  618. >You giggle again, spaghetti falling out of your mouth this time
  619. >He can be such a riot when he wants to be
  620. >You know he's trying to make you feel better, and it's working
  621. >But you notice him looking strangely nervous
  622. >Emboldened a little, you reach out with your hoof to touch his hand
  623. >"Thanks for... h-helping me, out there."
  624. >Gently you caress his fingers, rubbing the backs with your hoof. Anon stares down at this, blinking.
  625. >"Um," he says. "What can I say? You, uh, you looked down on your luck. I know how that can feel. Sometimes you just need a friend to help you on your way."
  626. >You feel the heat rising in your face when he says this. He's so very, very kind. It makes you feel nervous again
  627. >You try to thank him, and tell him that you love him so very much, but the words don't come out
  628.  
  629. >Shakily you pull back your hoof
  630. >Anon exhales and puts his hands under the table
  631. >Silently you stare down into you food and go back to eating
  632. >You can cut the sexual tension with a knife
  633. >You can feel his eyes all over you, and it feels incredible
  634. >As you chew, you focus on the soft sound of his breathing
  635. >You inch closer and closer without touching him, trying to feel his body heat
  636. >By the time you finish eating, a warm flush is in your cheeks, and you're winking with arousal
  637. >Surely Anon must know
  638. >The smell of it is filling his kitchen
  639. >But you see him staring out the window, pretending not to notice
  640. >A perfect gentleman
  641. >"S-So, ah," you whisper, after a few more minutes of silence. "Where are we s-sleeping tonight?"
  642. >As if snapping out of a reverie, he looks back at you and smiles
  643. >"You can have my bed, I suppose," he says. Then he jokes: "I can sleep on the couch."
  644. >You're too nervous to laugh
  645. >You go rigid, your heart thudding
  646. >It's finally happening
  647. >You pant a little, feeling a tingling heat sink into your limbs
  648. >You feel it from your forehead down to your hooves, a paralyzing excitement
  649. >You tremble, every muscle alive
  650. >Your juices coat your inner thighs, making it even more difficult to hide for modesty's sake
  651. >Anon is finally going to make you feel like a mare
  652. >Saliva fills your mouth, and you swallow quickly
  653. >He's already heading for the kitchen door
  654. >You follow after him, barely feeling your footfalls
  655. >It's as if you're gliding on air
  656. >When you step into his bedroom, you feel as if you're about to explode with anticipation
  657. >His floor is littered with clothes and his bedspread is a mess, but it's Anon's bed
  658. >And you're about to be on it
  659. >With him
  660. >A shiver runs through you and a spurt of hot marecum splashes on the floor
  661. >Anon flinches and looks back
  662. >"Did you drop something?" he asks
  663. >You shake your head, smiling at him before licking your lips
  664.  
  665. >He gestures toward the bed
  666. >"Make yourself comfortable," he says. "We can talk more in the morning, Octavia. Get some good rest for now."
  667. >Like a spring releasing you leap onto the bed, burying your face in his sheets, thrusting your hindquarters high in the air
  668. >Tantalizingly you sway from side to side, showing off your arousal
  669. >You tremble hard, waiting for his touch, waiting for him to run his strong, gentle hands all over your ass
  670. >But it never comes
  671. >Slowly you sit up, his sheets falling away from your head
  672. >Anon isn't in the room
  673. >Of course he isn't
  674. >He's a tease, after all
  675. >Giggling to yourself, you climb down onto the floor and creep back out into the hallway
  676. >All is dark, save for the light of the living room at the end
  677. >You sneak down to the door and peer through
  678. >Anon is lying on the couch, a blanket thrown over his legs
  679. >He reaches over to dim the lamp, before throwing his arm back over his eyes and again pretending to nap
  680. >As quietly as a fox, you step into the room
  681. >You sneak over to where Anon is lying
  682. >You watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest
  683. >The blanket is only covering his shins; his crotch is fully exposed
  684. >Such a tease
  685. >Your mouth falls open, a little drool escaping
  686. >You lean in with your nose, and press it right up against his penis
  687. >Anon sits up in a flash, letting out a yelp
  688. >He fumbles for the lamp, but then sees you there, grinning up at him mischievously
  689. >"What - Octavia, what are you...?"
  690. >You tremble with nervousness, but you see that he's nervous too
  691. >And see too his rapidly stiffening erection, bulging in his shorts
  692. >"Shh," you whisper, shushing him, as you climb up onto the couch and into his lap
  693. >You bury your face against his chest. "Shh..."
  694. >He's so warm against you
  695. >You can feel his heart pounding
  696. >Deep, deep satisfaction spreads through you as you feel his cock pulsing up against your ass
  697. >His arousal fills you with courage
  698.  
  699. >Trembling hard against him, more nervous than you've ever been before, you lift your mouth to his neck to caress it with your tongue
  700. >He smells better than you ever could have imagined, like sweat and ChintzyPop
  701. >The reality of him, the solidness of his form, defies comprehension
  702. >You feel dizzy knowing that this is happening, this is really happening
  703. >Anon grabs your forelimbs, firmly but gently
  704. >"This isn't right," he tries to say, his voice shaking from his nerves
  705. >Poor, poor Anon
  706. >He's just as nervous as you
  707. >He's just like you
  708. >Your perfect soulmate
  709. >You run a hoof through his hair
  710. >"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," you whisper to him, leaning close to his ear. "But why fight it? We're meant to be together."
  711. >Anon says nothing at this
  712. >You feel him swallow, his body as tense as yours
  713. >But shortly he seems to relax a little, and his hands release your limbs
  714. >His arms fold around you, pulling you into his embrace
  715. >His fingers dig into your fur and rub gently at your back
  716. >His erection presses up against your vulva
  717. >Pleasure floods through you
  718. >Incredible, wonderful, indescribable pleasure
  719. >Pure euphoria, sapping the strength from your body, forcing you to submit completely
  720. >Tingling spreads throughout your body, a smile curls your lips, and your mind goes hazy
  721. >You shudder as you orgasm, coating his crotch with your hot fluids
  722. >You open your mouth to plant your teeth against his skin, and inhale deeply, pulling his scent into you
  723. >You moan softly, whimpering, shifting your weight from side to side, massaging his cock through his shorts with your winking cunt
  724.  
  725. >You feel him trembling a little against you, his breath coming heavily
  726. >"This... hasn't really happened to me before," he says, sounding almost apologetic
  727. >"It's all right," you whisper, your eyes half-lidded as they make contact with his. "Everything's all right. We're together now."
  728. >You kiss him, mashing your mouth against his, thrusting your tongue into his mouth
  729. >The sensation of his strong, wet tongue twining with yours is enough to make you cum again, your thighs squeezing him tightly this time as you straddle him
  730. >His hands run down to your ass, and you press appreciatively into him, begging him for more with your movements
  731. >You yearn for him to reach down, to touch your pussy and asshole, to take you here and now
  732. >But he does not, instead choosing to tease you, caressing your sensitive skin with aching slowness
  733. >The pleasure of smelling him, of him touching you, of just being near him, makes you cum again
  734. >You moan needily, wrapping your legs around him
  735. >Slowly, gently, you reach down to touch his penis with your hoof
  736. >To your surprise, he quickly moves it away
  737. >"Not... not tonight," he says. "Let's just... take it slow."
  738. >You spasm at the though of waiting even longer, but you revel in the slow deliciousness that is Anon
  739. >"As you wish," you say. Then you blurt out: "I love you."
  740. >His eyes widen and he suddenly looks very nervous, so you calm him with another kiss on the mouth
  741. >You tease him with your pussy, grinding into his crotch
  742. >Soon he is hugging you again, stroking your mane and kissing you all over your face and neck
  743. >You sigh with absolute pleasure
  744. >This is going to be a long, wonderful night
  745.  
  746. >Such a wonderful night
  747. >Anon holds you just as you knew he would
  748. >It's all so warm, so comfortable
  749. >You feel deliriously happy
  750. >Your body glistens with sweat
  751. >A grin is plastered on your face
  752. >You keep giggling, overwhelmed by joy
  753. >The tears come, and you bury your face against his chest, your whole body quaking
  754. >His hands glide across your body, leaving no inch of you untouched, save for your crotch
  755. >He knows just how to tease you
  756. >It's like he can read your mind
  757. >And he knows just how much you want him to dip his fingers into your slit
  758. >But he seems so vulnerable, so shy
  759. >You understand now why Anon waited so long for this
  760. >He must've been nervous about this, about physically touching you
  761. >Is this his first time?
  762. >Yes, you realize, yes, Anon is wonderful and pure
  763. >He must still be a virgin, just like you
  764. >All this time you'd fantasized about him taking you, teaching you the arts of lovemaking
  765. >When all along he was just as fresh and new as you are
  766. >Waiting for that special somepony with whom to take that special step, to explore that vast mysterious realm
  767. >Sex
  768. >How you long to explore his rivers and lakes, to climb his mountain, to lick his asshole
  769. >How you long for him to do the same to you
  770. >You shiver at the thought, drawing a gasp from him as you bite his neck
  771. >You will be wanderers together, on the plain of intimacy and romance
  772. >His virginity will be yours, just as yours will be his
  773. >You feel even closer to him now, knowing that he planned this all out
  774. >For years he's waited for you, saving himself, knowing that you'd come along one day to woo him
  775. >Such foresight; such genius
  776. >It makes you want him inside you all the more, grabbing your ass, pounding his hips up into you, moaning as his balls slam against your marepussy
  777.  
  778. >You want him to explode into you and impregnate you with his ropes of seed
  779. >You want to feel his cock spurt inside you, the blood-engorged chambers of his shaft pulsing beneath the skin
  780. >Your breathing quickens and you push Anon hard into the sofa
  781. >Gingerly you climb on top of him until he has to incline his head up to kiss you
  782. >You grab him by the hair and pull his head back before kissing him savagely
  783. >You make sure to graze his lips with your teeth, your tongue aiming for his throat
  784. >His gag reflex kisses your tongue-tip
  785. >He pulls away, coughing
  786. >You press your nose into his ear, giggling
  787. >You see his beautiful eyes, wet in their sockets
  788. >Opening your lips wide, your tongue lolls from your mouth
  789. >You let some drool drip down
  790. >With your hooves you hold his face, peeling his eyelid open
  791. >Slowly, sensually, you lick his eyeball
  792. >You feel him shiver violently under you
  793. >His hands suddenly seize your hooves
  794. >You finally realize that he's trying to talk to you
  795. >"Octavia - Octavia!" he says, looking incredibly nervous. "Don't... don't do that. Holy fuck."
  796. >You suddenly feel very small
  797. >Is he not enjoying himself? Are you not good enough?
  798. >You're not good enough
  799. >You're scaring him, not calming him down
  800. >You're just awful, a horrible mare
  801. >You try to hold it back, to hide your shame, but you can't stop the tears
  802. >They leak out of your eyes as you struggle to maintain your composure
  803. >"D-Do you not like it?" you ask, your voice thick
  804. >You duck your head, unable to meet his gaze, his gentle, perfect gaze
  805. >How could you do such a terrible thing to this sweet man?
  806. >You suddenly feel like you want to die, for what you've done
  807. >But then Anon's hands are on your flanks, stroking you gently up and down
  808. >"No, it's just - let's just lie together, okay?"
  809. >Your breath catches as you look up at him
  810. >Through the mist of tears you see his face, framed by the soft glow of the lamp
  811. >He looks like an angel
  812. >His eyes are wide, but gentle
  813. >Filled with concern
  814. >And love
  815.  
  816. >Relief rushes over you, soothing you, making you tremble
  817. >Each slow caress from his hands reassures you that you are safe
  818. >Anon loves you
  819. >Even if you make silly mistakes or frighten him, he won't mind
  820. >He understands that you're doing your best, and you don't mean to do anything bad to him
  821. >He knows you'll learn how to be the best lover you can be
  822. >And he'll never, ever leave you
  823. >Because the two of you are meant to be together, always
  824. >Relief washes into warm, fuzzy pleasure as he hugs you tightly
  825. >You gasp and bite your lip, closing your eyes as you fold into him
  826. >You imagine yourself soaking into him, becoming one with him
  827. >You imagine that slow, aching moment, when his beautiful penis will slide inside of you
  828. >Your vulva winking, inviting him in, sucking him in so warmly
  829. >So lovingly
  830. >It's inevitable at this point
  831. >You just need to wait for Anon
  832. >When he's ready, he'll take you
  833. >The ecstasy of your union will be indescribable
  834. >You shudder at the thought, drooling against him
  835. >You feel his heartbeat against your cheek
  836. >You smell his sweat, the musk of his precum
  837. >How you long to make him ejaculate for real, to see him succumb to pleasure, to see his face as he cums
  838. >But you must be patient
  839. >For Anon
  840. >You sigh blissfully, and wrap your forelimbs around him
  841. >He rocks you, ever so gently
  842. >The wind picks up outside, rustling the leaves
  843. >The crickets are chirping
  844. >You feel your eyelids growing heavy
  845. >Soon you are fast asleep, in the arms of your soulmate
  846.  
  847. >Anon makes breakfast the next morning, oatmeal
  848. >It's the best thing you've ever tasted
  849. >As you eat it, you find your gaze wandering constantly back to Anon
  850. >You can hardly believe that this is really happening
  851. >He's right there
  852. >All yours
  853. >You watch as he pokes his oatmeal with his spoon
  854. >You're about to ask him why he's not eating, when he puts the utensil down
  855. >He clears his throat
  856. >"Octavia, about last night..."
  857. >You stare at him unblinking, smiling, enraptured by whatever he's about to say
  858. >"It was wrong of me to let you keep going. I should've carried you back to bed."
  859. >You blush bright red. "W-We can go there right now, if you want..."
  860. >"No Octavia. Listen to me." He fixes you with a surprisingly serious look. "You're in a bad place right now. And I took advantage. I'm sorry."
  861. >For a moment, you are confused
  862. >What could he possibly mean?
  863. >What happened last night was a mutual expression of love; both of your hearts had beat as one
  864. >And Anon's house is the best place you've ever been
  865. >You haven't felt this good in a long, long time
  866. >Then it dawns on you
  867. >He must still be nervous about being with you
  868. >He knows that you're ready for him to do whatever he wants with you, but he still wants to wait
  869. >He's trying to say this as kindly as possible, without hurting your feelings
  870. >Oh gentle, gentle anon
  871. >Your heart swells with love
  872. >You understand completely
  873. >Gently you reach out to take his hand in your hoof
  874. >"It's okay," you say, trying to keep your voice level. "You take as much time as you need. I'll wait for you."
  875. >Anon stares down at your hoof
  876. >You see him swallow hard
  877. >He squeezes your hoof
  878. >"We'll uh, we'll talk about this later." He stands up and starts pulling on his jacket. "I've gotta get to work. Stay inside and be a good pony while I'm gone, all right?"
  879. >The phrase "good pony" sends a shiver from the tips of your ears down your spine, all the way to your tail
  880. >You nod emphatically
  881.  
  882. >As he goes toward the front door, you catch up to him and hug his leg
  883. >You kiss him in his kneepit
  884. >He stands there for a moment, then pets your mane
  885. >"I'll be back around 6 tonight. There's food for you in the kitchen. You can help yourself."
  886. >You feel him pulling his leg away, and eventually you let him go
  887. >"I love you," you say, smiling up at him.
  888. >He nods, looking nervous again. "S-See you later, Octavia."
  889. >And then he is gone, walking down the front path, down the street, and out of sight
  890. >You watch him leave, your nose pressed to the kitchen window
  891. >You have half a mind to follow him, to make sure he's okay at work, but he did tell you stay here
  892. >And you do want to be a good pony for Anon
  893. >You set about exploring his house from the inside
  894. >You sniff his toilet seat and roll around in his bed
  895. >A pillow serves as an expeditious masturbation aid
  896. >The case is soaked through by the time you're finished with it
  897. >You put it back on his bed, grinning mischievously, so he'll have it when he gets home
  898. >You pull one of his t-shirts over your head and go to sit by the front door
  899. >You're practically pulsating with giddiness, involuntary spasms running through your limbs
  900. >You can hardly wait for him to come home
  901. >But wait you must
  902. >The hours tick by
  903. >You are vaguely aware of hunger in your belly, and the need to urinate
  904. >But both those needs can wait
  905. >What if Anon came home early, and you were in the kitchen or the bathroom?
  906. >You wouldn't be able to greet him at the door
  907. >You wouldn't be a good pony
  908. >So you wait, as the day drags on, and the sunlight coming in through the windows turns orange, and the shadows turn long
  909. >Your whole body stiffens as you hear footsteps out on the path
  910. >When the door opens, you leap toward Anon, burying your face in his crotch as you hug him
  911. >He screams and staggers back
  912. >You instantly recoil
  913. >Panic, fluttering panic, fills you
  914. >Did you hurt him?
  915. >Oh Celestia you hurt him
  916. >You want to die
  917. >You're such an idiot mare
  918.  
  919. >You look to him and see him standing there
  920. >He reaches out to you
  921. >"Sorry, you just - "
  922. >His eyes suddenly widen, and he looks down
  923. >"Octavia, are you...?"
  924. >You follow his gaze downward, just as you become aware of the warm trickle down your leg
  925. >You've pissed yourself, and all over Anon's floor
  926. >Tears fill your eyes
  927. >"I... I..."
  928. >You gasp as Anon suddenly picks you up with his strong arms
  929. >He cradles you against his chest
  930. >Swiftly he whisks you away to the bathroom, where he sets you down in the tub
  931. >With gentle slowness he strokes your mane
  932. >The panic begins to ebb from your body
  933. >You remember again that you are safe, and you close your eyes, focusing on Anon's fingers as they run through your hair
  934. >"Did you sit by the door all day?" Anon asks, his voice soft
  935. >You nod
  936. >Anon sighs quietly
  937. >"Octavia," he says. "You need help. Serious help. Help I'm not sure I can give you."
  938. >He must be talking about your need, your need for him, to be close to him
  939. >You have to understand his limits, you realize
  940. >He loves you, but you can't rush him
  941. >You kiss his hand
  942. >"Whatever you're comfortable with is good enough for me," you say. "I love you more than anything, Anon."
  943. >You try to look him in the eye, but you see that he's now holding his head in his hands
  944. >You decide to be quiet and let him think
  945. >After a few minutes he takes a long, shaky breath
  946. >His eyes are red when he looks at you, but he gives you a smile
  947. >"Lets go clean up the hall, then have some dinner," he says
  948. >After mopping up the mess you made, the two of you wash up and sit together at the dining table
  949. >Spaghetti again
  950. >As you eat, Anon asks you to tell him about your life, what you did for a living
  951.  
  952. >You tell him all about your whore roommate, and your cello, and all your orchestra work
  953. >How you used to play for nobility and the wealthy, how you were nothing more than a walking musical billboard for other people to use to show off their status
  954. >How no one ever really cared about the hours you practiced, or the techniques or composers you studied, the sleepless nights spent poring over sheet music
  955. >No one cared about your comparative studies, your research, your compositions
  956. >No one cared about you at all
  957. >No one had even contacted you when you stopped showing up for rehearsals and shows
  958. >Your monthly paycheck simply disappeared, and that was the only notification you ever received that they knew you were gone
  959. >You tell him all about your observations of the bastards and whores of the world, how disgusting they are, how you never want to be like them
  960. >You tell him about your love for him, about how wonderful he is, how gentle and perfect
  961. >It feels so incredibly good to tell him that to his face, to see his blush and his smile
  962. >You tell him how when you were alone in your room, all alone with your cello with no one to play for, your love for music began to wither and die
  963. >And how it wasn't until you found him, and realized your love for one another, that the urge to play again surged through you like wildfire
  964. >How he was your muse, your angel of inspiration
  965. >"You... wrote a song about me?" he asks, after you tell him about the Symphony d'Anon
  966. >You nod. "It's my greatest achievement."
  967. >Both of you have finished eating. He wipes his mouth.
  968. >"C'mon then," he says, standing up. "Let's go to your place."
  969. >Your heartbeat quickens. "W-What for?"
  970. >"I wanna hear it, of course."
  971. >It's been a long time since you've played for someone else
  972. >The thought makes you incredibly nervous
  973. >But if it's what Anon wants, then you'll do it
  974. >Shakily you agree
  975. >Before you leave his house, Anon asks you one more question
  976. >"Do you happen to have a phonograph?"
  977.  
  978. >Stepping through your front door is like returning to another world
  979. >Junk is strewn everywhere
  980. >Papers, empty bags of ChintzyPop, sexy clothes that you wore once then forgot to wash
  981. >Anon gracefully steps around the piles as you lead him into your den
  982. >Your bedroom is just as much a mess as the rest of the house
  983. >The carpet is covered with your loose hairs that you've never bothered to sweep up
  984. >The room is dim and smells musty
  985. >These walls have seen a lot of masturbation and a lot of ChintzyPop farts
  986. >You sit him down on the end of your bed, next to the tangled mound of sheets in which you would sleep after spending long nights watching him
  987. >A shiver runs through you, the thrill of it making your heart pound, knowing that Anon is sitting on YOUR bed
  988. >You sense a golden aura around him, his presence exuding life and vitality into this grey place
  989. >You know his skin flakes are shedding into the air
  990. >Perhaps even a hair will find its way onto your bedspread
  991. >Your back leg twitches as a sudden rush of pleasure makes your muscles seize
  992. >You gasp, releasing a little rivulet of marecum with a gaping wink
  993. >You glance over at Anon to see if he noticed, but he's staring down at the parcel in his hands
  994. >"You first," he says, smiling, when he finally looks up at you
  995. >Tension wracks your body as you pull out your cello case and open it up
  996. >The strings of the bow go taut as you tighten them
  997. >You try to calm yourself as you run rosin down the strings, imagining that the bow is his penis, the symphony his ejaculation
  998. >You work the tip, gently holding it in your teeth as you rub the yellow block of rosin up and down, up and down
  999. >Anon is staring at you wide-eyed when you set up to tune
  1000. >You handle the pegs as gently as if they were his testicles, toying with them until they've been set just right
  1001.  
  1002. >The sonorous notes of your cello fill the room, and then nothing, once you're satisfied with the sound
  1003. >It's finally time to play
  1004. >You close your eyes and take a deep, calming breath
  1005. >"Just relax, Octavia," Anon says. "Have fun with it. It's just you and me here."
  1006. >A warm blush washes down your face, and you smile
  1007. >You feel your body relax, and your limbs become fluid
  1008. >A strange new sensation is filling you, you realize
  1009. >Peace
  1010. >You set your bow to the strings, and begin to play
  1011. >The first movement is sweeping and bold, a metropolis of sound, with vast notes of anguish evoking rainy nights and romance
  1012. >You let the music carry you, to move you along with your bow and your cello
  1013. >Your heart pounds as you imagine yourself walking the streets on a stormy midnight, catching glimpses of Anon under lamplight
  1014. >You open your eyes briefly as you play, to gauge his reaction
  1015. >Elation runs through you when you see his expression is not one of confusion or nervousness, but of awe
  1016. >You close your eyes again as the sonata fades into the second movement
  1017. >This one is slow and thoughtful, far more parochial in theme; meandering roads, wandering lovers
  1018. >The long swinging notes of the opening sonata are echoed here, offering now yearning hope instead of anguish
  1019. >With each draw of your bow you flush deeper, feeling hot tears pool in the corners of your eyes
  1020. >You remember the first day you saw him, wiping his forehead of sweat as he walked up the road
  1021. >Looking up at the clouds with a smile on his face
  1022. >In that moment you had been transfixed by him, knowing then and there that you loved him
  1023. >Your eyes are wet when you open them again, and you see that his are too
  1024. >He's smiling at you
  1025. >A surge of emotion floods into your forelimbs as you launch into the third movement
  1026. >This one is a rousing dance, an up tempo festival song, partners spinning round and round beneath the stars
  1027.  
  1028. >You stomp your hoof in time with the rhythm while your bow flies across the strings
  1029. >Pure joy glows from Anon's face as he claps along with you, laughing
  1030. >You're trembling when you reach the fourth movement, as the dance gives way once again to the sonata
  1031. >The themes of the first two movements are combined here, the metropolitan and the parochial, the notes of anguish and the notes of hope
  1032. >You sway with your instrument, feeling a lightness in your chest and heaviness in your crotch
  1033. >You imagine yourself dancing with Anon, letting him lead you through the empty streets
  1034. >You imagine him picking you up and holding you tightly in his arms, kissing you, making love to you
  1035. >The rush of the romance washes over you, your heart pounding in your chest
  1036. >You're crying as you finish the final measures, smiling uncontrollably, as sobs begin to wrack your body
  1037. >The final note resonates in your musty room, and then all is silent
  1038. >You drop your bow to your side and bow your head
  1039. >You feel Anon gently take the cello and set it down
  1040. >He wraps his arms around you, and you collapse against him
  1041. >"Octavia... that was incredible," he says
  1042. >He rubs the back of your head as he says this, and you let out a little moan, your thighs quaking
  1043. >You knew he would love it
  1044. >You always knew
  1045. >Ever since the day you saw him, you knew
  1046. >You knew he would love your music, and he would love you
  1047. >This is all unfolding better than you could have possibly imagined
  1048. >These wonderful feelings, the sensation of loving someone, of being loved... you never knew it was possible to feel this good
  1049. >"You ok?" Anon asks, your tears having soaked his chest
  1050. >You nod against him. "I'm... I'm wonderful. You're wonderful."
  1051. >He says nothing, just holding you for a little while, before drawing back one of his hands to show you the parcel he brought
  1052. >"I don't think I can top that," he says. "But I wanted to show you something."
  1053.  
  1054. >You're surprised that the old phonograph is still in working condition
  1055. >It had been a gift from your parents, when you were still a filly
  1056. >Many a day had been spent enthralled by the sounds it made, the beautiful music
  1057. >It had been your inspiration when you were young, driving you to pick up a bow and play
  1058. >You wanted to make music just like what you heard on your parents' records
  1059. >But as you began to realize that dream, you used the phonograph less and less, until you weren't using it at all
  1060. >It had languished in a closet for years now, first in your apartment in Canterlot and now in your house in Ponyville
  1061. >But now Anon had dragged it out and set the turntable spinning
  1062. >It was still good to go, after all these years
  1063. >Anon holds up his parcel, and from it takes out a record
  1064. >"This is an old one," he says, as he puts it on the phonograph. "A little different from yours. But I think you'll like it."
  1065. >When the needle hits the groove, the sound of an orchestra fills the room
  1066. >You sit on your bed, resting against your oily, hair-covered sheets, listening
  1067. >It's a symphony, opening with an orderly sonata, bright and highly refined
  1068. >Beautiful stuff
  1069. >But your focus is on Anon as the music progresses from movement to movement
  1070. >He's standing angled away from you, his back exposed
  1071. >You see the tension in him
  1072. >The way his fists have curled up, as he stares at the slow-spinning record
  1073. >Soon you see the tell-tale shaking in his shoulders, and the way his head moves to the side, to hide his tears
  1074. >Instantly you are beside him, pressing your nose into his stomach reassuringly, curling around him
  1075. >He places a hand on the top of your head, before sliding it down to rest on your neck
  1076. >Looking up at him, seeing his set jaw and the squinting of his eyes, you suddenly feel very faint
  1077. >You've never seen him this vulnerable before
  1078.  
  1079. >You swallow hard as you realize that he's trusting you
  1080. >He's showing you the part of him that he doesn't show anyone else
  1081. >Trembling, you press into him, lifting a hoof to hold him around his waist, until the music stops
  1082. >Anon switches off the phonograph
  1083. >The two of you sit together on his bed
  1084. >He lets you lay your head in his lap
  1085. >You try, very hard, not to daydream about his penis, and the fact that it is inches from your mouth
  1086. >Slowly, gently, he runs his fingers through your mane
  1087. >He takes a shaky breath
  1088. >"I never knew much about classical music, but my grandfather loved it," he says. "That's all I have left of him. Sorry you had to see that."
  1089. >You kiss his thigh. "I love all the parts of you," you say. "You can show me any of them, and I will love them."
  1090. >He laughs softly
  1091. >"Octavia, how is that you can love me this much, when you hardly know me?"
  1092. >You sit up in his lap, anger boiling in your blood
  1093. >"I know a great deal about you," you say hotly. "I know that you are kind, and gentle, and loving toward even those who would use you."
  1094. >"Octavia, I'm just a normal guy. I mean sure, I'm a human, but that just means I walk on two legs instead of four -"
  1095. >You shove him against the wall, pinning your hooves to his shoulders. "Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I'm a fool, that I just picked the first male who happened to strike my fancy?"
  1096. >You're shaking when you ask this
  1097. >Anon is looking nervous again, but you have to keep going, for his own good
  1098.  
  1099. >At the very least, you try to relax your face
  1100. >"Anon," you say, your voice quavering, "before I met you, I wanted to die. There was nothing left for me in my life. But when I saw you - when I saw that you were full of color, full of life, I remembered just how much I still wanted to live for."
  1101. >He is quiet now, his lips slightly parted, watching you now not with fear, but instead with... understanding
  1102. >You feel very warm, all over
  1103. >"Do you see now, why - why I love you?" you ask, pleading. "Why... why you should..."
  1104. >You trail off, unable to finish
  1105. >He speaks up before you burst into tears
  1106. >"When I first came here, I didn't have anybody. I thought I was going to lose my mind. Everyone in town thought I was crazy. The only way I was able to get back on my feet, was when someone gave me a chance."
  1107. >You quiver hard against him as his hands run up your back
  1108. >He's looking up at you with his bright, beautiful eyes
  1109. >"You're a good pony, Octavia," he says. "You deserve a chance."
  1110. >You feel warm wetness on your cheeks, and your vision blurs
  1111. >The words choke in your throat
  1112. >There is nothing you can say to convey how you feel
  1113. >There is only the tingling of your nerves, all over your body
  1114. >The warmth of Anon, his breath on your face
  1115. >And the deep, deep satisfaction of knowing that you've finally found Anon, and he's finally found you
  1116. >You bury your face in his neck, and the two of you lie together on your bed, listening to the music of the wind and insects
  1117.  
  1118. >Months pass
  1119. >Anon has let you move in with him
  1120. >You gave up the lease on your old place and took up residence in his living room
  1121. >After a few days he'd introduced you to a local group, the Ponytones, who hired you on for some gigs
  1122. >There are three whores and two bastards in it, but they're friends of Anon, so you tolerate them
  1123. >You do odd gigs here and there for cash, playing for the cafe or for festivals and mayoral events
  1124. >None of that matters to you much, though
  1125. >The real pleasure comes from playing for Anon
  1126. >He loves the music you write, and he loves the way you play
  1127. >You spend your nights composing for him, and lately for yourself, too
  1128. >There is little more satisfying than playing your cello outside in the evening, as the sun sets and the autumn leaves turn golden
  1129. >Nothing beats being close to Anon, though
  1130. >As the nights have grown chilly he's taken to letting you into his bed
  1131. >You curl up against him and watch over him as he sleeps
  1132. >Sometimes he catches you watching him, but he doesn't seem to mind
  1133. >Over time you've come to realize the obsessive nature of your relationship with him, how one-sided it truly was at the start
  1134. >But since then you've been able to show him who you really are
  1135. >And you've seen aspects of Anon you were never even aware of
  1136. >If theres anything that your time together has shown you, it's that you love him even more
  1137. >You love the simple everyday things, waking up beside him, sitting quietly with him after he gets home from work, just being with him
  1138. >You feel like you could do this always
  1139. >But Anon... you're not so sure if he feels the same way
  1140. >It took you a long time to accept that he doesn't love you in the same way that you love him
  1141. >You still long to peel his clothes from his body, to nuzzle his balls and make him spurt his hot cum
  1142. >You masturbate to the idea every day, often borrowing his underwear from the laundry while he's away at work
  1143.  
  1144. >But as much as you want it to happen, that decision lies with both of you
  1145. >So you wait, doing your best to provide as much pleasure for the one you love as you can, aching for the day that he lets you take him
  1146. >One evening, after you've eaten and played a few songs for him, the two of you are sitting together on his couch
  1147. >The same couch that he sat on when you watched him all those nights
  1148. >You're both reading quietly, when suddenly he puts his arm around you and pulls you into his lap
  1149. >Instantly you are wet, and you shiver as he runs his hand up your belly
  1150. >"A-Anon...!"
  1151. >He stops. "Should I… keep going?"
  1152. >Your heart is hammering in your chest as you look up at him. You try to speak. "Y-Ye.. Ye.."
  1153. >He lowers his face close to yours, breathing on your trembling mouth. "Is that a yes?"
  1154. >Gulping, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his, shoving your tongue into his mouth
  1155. >You haven't done this since that first night he let you inside
  1156. >The two of you kiss, hard and wet, your tongues twining, saliva getting everywhere
  1157. >His hands glide all over you, rubbing your neck, your shoulders, your flanks
  1158. >A tendril of drool separates between you when you part
  1159. >You want him, you NEED him more than anything you've ever needed, but you struggle to control yourself
  1160. >"A-Are you sure you w-want this?" you stammer, barely able to get the words out
  1161. >Anon looks into your eyes, his own gaze gentle and filled with kindness
  1162. >"Octavia," he says. "I don't know if you realize this, but when we first met... I was lonely, too."
  1163. >Your eyes are tearing up as you look up at him
  1164. >You nod. "I - I know."
  1165. >"We were both in a bad place. I didn't want that - I didn't want my mental state to affect my judgment. I wanted to see, for myself, if I could be with someone else."
  1166. >You're scarcely breathing now, afraid to inhale, afraid to move, wanting it so, so badly
  1167. >"Octavia... I want to be with you."
  1168. >Tears blur your vision, and you let out some choked laughter
  1169.  
  1170. >Pure, giddy elation drives you as you move up to kiss him, and he moves down to meet you
  1171. >A moment later, he's seated and you're straddling his lap, as one hand squeezes your ass and the other ghosts up the small of your back
  1172. >"I l-love y..ou.." you whisper, shivering from the tingle of pleasure up your spine
  1173. >He puts his mouth right up to your ear. "I love you, too."
  1174. >He kisses you deeply as his hand traces down the curve of your ass to rub up against your frantically winking slit
  1175. >You gasp as his fingers briefly brush your clit, stroking at your vulva
  1176. >You feel him kissing your neck, running his teeth over the skin, teasing you
  1177. >Always a tease
  1178. >Your hoof returns the favor, seeking the bulge in his pants, rubbing the swollen head
  1179. >It throbs underhoof, pressing back, into the fabric
  1180. >He unbuttons and allows you to pull the garments off
  1181. >Anticipation fills you with incredible heat as your hoof slides under the waistband of his underwear
  1182. >You're panting as you pull them off, your nose running but you hardly notice it
  1183. >His cock jumps free of his clothes, erect and pulsing
  1184. >It's more perfect than you imagined
  1185. >You can hardly tear your eyes from it, until Anon is kissing you again, his hands lifting your hips
  1186. >You lift your tail and wiggle into position, your eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking out the sides
  1187. >You can hardly believe this is happening
  1188. >"Please, p-pl..ease.." you whimper, your forelimbs wrapping around his neck
  1189. >You can feel his warm breath on your ear, his nose in your mane
  1190. >Slowly, he guides you down
  1191. >You feel the head of his penis press right up against your clit, making you cry out
  1192. >Then it's sinking into you, inch by inch, pressing into your virgin pussy
  1193. >It feels hard, and hot, and incredibly wonderful
  1194. >You feel the head rubbing against your swollen g-spot, each thrust sending pulses of deep, electrifying pleasure
  1195. >You're drooling against him now, drunk on the smell of him, his moans, the feeling of his penis inside you
  1196.  
  1197. >You feel one of his fingers brush against your asshole, before gently circling the rim
  1198. >Loud, screaming moans escape you, your entire body shuddering, as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you
  1199. >"Good girl," Anon says into your ear, before biting it
  1200. >He's fucking you
  1201. >So gently
  1202. >He's lifting you up and down, your ass bouncing on his cock
  1203. >One orgasm blurs into the next, a constant glow of love and bliss
  1204. >You're murmuring incomprehensibly into Anon's neck when you suddenly feel it
  1205. >The swelling of his cock, the sudden up-thrust of his hips
  1206. >You gasp, looking up into his eyes, as he cums hard into you
  1207. >You feel rope after rope of his hot sperm shoot into you, filling you with his seed
  1208. >His thick cum coats your cervix, the walls of your pussy, and clings there, sticky and warm
  1209. >Anon hugs you tightly, his face buried in your mane, his penis pulsing inside you
  1210. >For a long time the two of you sit there on the couch, panting as you hold one another
  1211. >He picks you up and takes you to the bedroom
  1212. >His cock is already stiffening again
  1213. >This time you put your hooves on his shoulders and push him down onto the sheets
  1214. >The feeling of power is incredible
  1215. >You make an about-face and stand over him, grinding your nethers into his face so that he can smell you
  1216. >His cock is covered with his semen and your marecum
  1217.  
  1218. >The smell of it is sweet, salty, and vaguely buttery
  1219. >You kiss the head, wrapping your tongue around it before sucking it into your mouth
  1220. >You feel Anon squirming beneath you, his hands on your belly, his tongue suckling your clit
  1221. >His moans are the most beautiful song you've ever heard
  1222. >You tease him for almost an hour, nuzzling his perfect cock, nosing down to his testicles to suck on his scrotum
  1223. >Every time his balls tighten you pull back, drawing it out, eliciting long groans from Anon
  1224. >When you finally decide that it's time, you move forward and sit, carefully, on his penis
  1225. >Your asshole squeezes around his cock, milking it with its incredible tightness
  1226. >You look over your shoulder to see Anon in the throes of pleasure, his hands shaking as they grab your ass
  1227. >His hips jerk into you as he cums again, emptying himself into you
  1228. >You relish the feeling of his semen dripping from your asshole after he pulls out
  1229. >You crawl up beside him and kiss him, letting him taste the residue of marecum and sperm that you licked off his cock
  1230. >He whispers to you how much he loves you, holding you tightly
  1231. >You hum softly, watching as his eyelids flutter, and he slowly drifts off into slumber
  1232. >The night will be long
  1233. >You begin to hum the symphony's second movement, as you settle in to watch over Anon.
  1234. >Your endless vigil, of love.
  1235.  
  1236. --

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