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[Zec/Cheer][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Turnip (Final)
By kqaiiCreated: 2021-01-31 04:27:14
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[copied from https://pastebin.com/7mLG359 ]
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[original author ETIQUETTE ]
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" [Zec/Cheer][FR, Clop] The Numbers Game, Part Turnip (Final)"
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>You wake up spooning with Zecora.
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>She's still human.
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>She must have brewed a pretty strong potion.
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>Than again, your boner's been at your own name's beck and call for over 24 hours now.
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>Fucking Cheerilee.
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>You'll have to figure out something really diabolical in order to deal with her...
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>But first, it's time to take a leak.
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>Morning wood isn't any different here than it was back home.
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>You start to delicately ease up off the bed, trying not to wake Zecora.
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>Her hut is small, and even in your sleep-addled daze, you manage to find her bathroom.
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>You reach down to take hold of your dicks and-
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>Wait...
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>Dicks?
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>As in more than one?
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>You look down and do a quick head count.
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>8, 9, 10?
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>Ten?
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>Err... potato?
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>You have potato dicks?!
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>That's as many as two sunflowers, and that's terrible.
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>They all stand at attention, bright-eyed and eager to face the day.
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ZECORA!
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>You dart back into the bedroom and shake Dark Chocolate awake.
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What the hell is this about?
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>She blinks several times sleepily until she finally takes in the sight.
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>Her eyes shoot open in surprise and a hint of longing.
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>"Ah, the results of the ingredient, I was beginning to suspect /"
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>But now it seems they are taking effect."
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What are you talking about?! What did you put in my potion?!
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>"A berry of lum and an egg's yolk /"
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>"Oh, and there was the poison joke."
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>You clench her shoulders tighter in your grip and grit your teeth.
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>You're fuming, but you assume that she had a good reason.
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>You loosen your hold on her and try to calm down.
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Why would you put poison joke in my drink?
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>"As you may know, the plant reverses the consumer's desire /"
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>You nod.
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>"Since you don't want to rut, I thought it'd make your dick number higher."
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>You simply stare at Zecora, dumbfounded.
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>All the gears in your mind are turning, attempting to crank out some kind of logical end to her statement.
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>Zecora notices your confusion and continues:
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>"[Anon,] it's been so long since I felt the elation /"
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>"Of getting completely filled up-"
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>She leans in close and whispers into your ear: "multiple penetration."
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>The combination of your name and her suggestion hit home down below.
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>To your surprise, your cocks seem to grow even longer in arousal.
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>The tips of each are now a good arm's length out from your body.
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>You start to feel light-headed, your body sending a great deal of blood down to power your new appendages.
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>You completely release Zecora from your clutches and fall wearily onto the bed.
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>Your body takes immediate note and diverts the blood from your legs to your writhing dick anemone.
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>Zecora's eyes light up and her smile becomes frenzied.
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>"This is the heaven I want, once I have died /"
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>"[Anon,] get ready. I'm going to stuff you inside!"
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>With that, she leaps into the air towards your cock forest.
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>Almost instinctively, your dick tentacles lash out, wrapping around her midsection, legs, and arms.
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>To your collective amazement, your members manage to hold her weight.
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>You head still feels hazy, but you get the distinct feeling that shit's getting pretty crazy.
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>Your body is limp, but your rods are alert and limber.
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>Still, they only seem to be holding Zecora in place, having prevented her from injuring your core.
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>It only takes a moment for her to snap out of her stupor.
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>She begins to struggle eagerly against the bonds at her wrists.
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>But she's not attempting to escape.
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>She's trying to reach out to one of your unoccupied shafts.
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>With no input from you to the contrary, Zecora manages to grab hold of one of your lengths and position it in front of her mouth.
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>"[Anon,] with this gift, I know you can /"
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>"fill me up [my little human.]"
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>As if your mind wasn't already fuzzy enough, the trigger words pump through your veins.
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>Not to mention that Zecora had decided to punctuate her last rhyme by driving your cock into her throat.
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>Your mind is only functioning on a primal level, enough to tell your mouth to illicit small moans.
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>Zecora is hungrily gobbling down your dick which has started to pump almost of its own will.
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>Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can hear guttural squishing sounds as your length bottoms out within Zecora.
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>You feel her neck muscles straining against your girth, contracting slightly and beckoning your seed.
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>Her tongue slides flatly along your shaft, warming and coating the underside with saliva as it travels in and out.
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>Zecora's eye roll back in her head, a combination of ecstasy and struggle.
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>But she hasn't given up yet.
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>She searches out and takes up two other free-floating tentacles and begins stroking them fiercely.
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>Your body is ignited with lust.
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>Her efforts send you into a violent fit.
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>Your pelvis thrusts upward off the bed several times as if you'd been hit with chest paddles.
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>Your mass of dicks sway from side to side but keep a firm hold of Zecora.
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>The cocks in her hands writhe as she milks them.
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>You feel a shiver each time her fingers brush over your head.
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>The last two of your remaining cock-snakes begin searching for something to occupy themselves with.
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>They travel along her legs until they reach her rump.
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>They begin to rise and fall, striking her cheeks and causing dull smacking sounds.
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>They begin mounting in pace, eventually striking an alternating rhythm amongst themselves.
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>She gasps from the attention and moans onto the rod in her mouth.
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>In turn, this causes the member getting deep throated to begin pumping her even harder.
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>Your body instinctively tenses and your hands grip the sheets.
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>You feel yourself getting close.
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>Well, at least, some of you...
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>With a few final respective strokes, the three of your dicks being attended to erupt in spunk.
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>The one in Zecora's throat sends your seed down her esophagus.
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>The two in her hands shoot strands across her hair and face, evenly coating both sides of her head.
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>With a groan, your cock slides out of her mouth, followed by her hanging tongue.
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>Her eyes have yet to re-emerge from her skull.
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>She gasps for air, struggling to speak.
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>"Oh... my goodness... this has been quite a fling... /"
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>"Your species... is quite... amazing..."
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>But you're far from finished.
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>You've yet to revert back from a mindless group of genitalia.
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>You still have seven unsatisfied members.
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>The tentacles holding up Zecora's wrists and core tag out for the spent ones and quiver in anticipation.
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>If they had lips, they'd be licking them.
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>Zecora begins to tug at her biological restraints again.
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>This time, not in lust, but in a suspicious fear.
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>"I think by now we've had our fun /"
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>Your dicks begin to straighten out, lining up their lunges to their targets.
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>Zecora begins to resist more adamantly, beads of sweat forming along her brow, mixing in with your cum as they slide down.
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>"Let's get you fixed up and call it-"
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>Before she can finish her sentence, her body is simultaneously entered by your three positioned rods.
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>One in her mouth, silencing her.
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>One in her pussy.
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>And the third in her ass.
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>There's an audible 'gurk' noise as her throat is invaded once again.
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>Through your lengths, you can feel Zecora's body immediately tense.
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>And then go limp.
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>Her eyes have once again rolled into her head.
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>Your body doesn't care.
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>This actually makes the process much easier.
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>Her body is yours to command.
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>Your dicks begin to pump into her from all sides.
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>Her wet pussy clenches you tight, contracting along your shaft.
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>Her ass is even tighter, nearly threatening to cut off precious circulation.
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>Her mouth is slick and warm, still coated with your previous batch of baby batter.
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>Your cocks work in unison and her entire body begins to move forward and backward from the force of your thrusts.
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>Her breasts sway softly, hanging straight down from her chest, nipples erect.
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>One of your members nestles itself between them, letting her unnatural movement act as a tit job.
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>Her soft breasts lightly glide along your shaft, giving a stark contrast to the sensations you're getting elsewhere.
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>You can still feel soft breaths escape her mouth as your cocks pound into her from behind.
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>Another of your tentacles begins to prod Zecora's clit, saddling itself between her moist lips.
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>Her juices flow down around your rod and soon it joins its companion inside her sex cavern.
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>The two cocks inside her soon establish their own alternating rhythm and work like pistons, thrusting in and out.
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>Your whole body works like a machine, all tentacles working in tandem to bring you to glorious orgasm.
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>And you're damn close.
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>The members supporting Zecora squeeze her lightly, and the rest go into overdrive.
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>Her body twitches from all of the micro-stimulation and you can feel yourself coming to the edge.
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>Your cocks all pump one final time and quiver.
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>You cum deep inside each of Zecora's orifices and your cock Tangela lowers her softly onto your chest.
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>The smell of sperm and sex pervades the room and coats the both of you.
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>Exhausted, you pass out once more.
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>You wake up to a hard slap across the face and an angry-looking Zecora.
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>She's straddling your chest and pinning your arms down to your side.
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>She of all people should know that your arms are the least of her worries right now.
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>"The action you took I should deplore /"
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>She leans down, smirks, and whispers into your ear.
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>"Later, we should play some more."
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>You want to be angry at her for deceiving you and messing with your potion.
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>You want to yell at her and tell her where she should stick it.
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>But you know where she sticks it.
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>And you have to admit...
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>You've had a lot of fun these last 3,000 words...
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Alright, Zecora. But on one condition...
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>She look at you, a twinkle in her eyes, and nods.
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You seem to be pretty capable with chemistry. I mean... I already knew that, but...
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Do you think you could help me mix something up so that I could get back at Cheerilee?
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>She places a finger to her chin in thought and then smiles.
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>"If it's revenge you wish to bring /"
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>"I think I know just the thing."
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>You chuckle and attempt to sit up, prompting Zecora to get up off of you.
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>You lean close to her and plant a kiss on her lips.
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Oh, and one more question. How much longer do you think her potion's effects will last?
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>She pauses and it looks as though she's doing some mental math.
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>"From what I know, it should weaken soon /"
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>"I'd say by this afternoon."
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Then that leaves us a couple more hours of fun.
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>You smirk and push her back down onto the bed.
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>Just before afternoon rolls around, you finish up your canary-th session with Zecora.
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>Damn that zebra sure can buck.
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>You head out of her hut with a phial of liquid, a newfound determination, and a spring in your step.
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>You make your way back to P0nyville proper, sporting a smile that the Cheshire Cat would envy.
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>You make a beeline to Cheerilee's house.
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>Luckily it's not a school day.
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>And you know that Cheerilee doesn't have a social life.
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>If she did, she wouldn't have to poison you for her jollies.
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>You arrive in front of her door and carefully peek in through her window.
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>You can see her mulling around, doing nothing in particular.
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>It's almost painful to watch.
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>Almost.
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>Here's this mare that has nothing better to do in her free time than re-adjust books on her shelves.
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>Well, you're about to fix that.
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>It's time to put everything into place.
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>With a deep breath, you drop your pants.
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>Quietly, you whisper to yourself:
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[Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.] [Anon.]
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>Your dick shoots up straight and your body quakes lightly.
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>Damnit. You really WERE becoming numb to this...
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>You open the vial and dump the contents onto your raging boner.
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>Taking a moment to gather one last bit of resolve, you start to pound on Cheerilee's door.
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Cheerilee! I can't take it anymore! I need you!
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>You are now Cheerilee.
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>You're hanging around your house not doing much because, well, all you really do is teach.
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>Sometimes you wish you had a special somep0ny...
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>Like that Anon fellow.
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>He was fun to play with.
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>A smirk plays across your lips.
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>Really fun.
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>You hope he's not having too much trouble with his 'condition.'
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>You giggle.
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>Suddenly you hear a banging at the door of your home.
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>"Cheerilee! I can't take it anymore! I need you!"
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Oh my, what great timing.
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>You trot over to the door and open it.
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>Anon is pants-less and carrying a wild look in his eyes.
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I was just thinking about you, [my little human.] Come in. Come in.
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>You grin smugly and usher Anon inside, closing the door behind him.
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What can I do for you, [Anon?]
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>He looks visibly shaken. "I need... release..."
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>You tut.
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Well, Mr. Anonymous. In P0nyville, when we want something, we ask politely.
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>You cast Anon a confident grin.
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>"Please... help me, Ms. Cheerilee."
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Help you what, Mr. Anonymous? I need you to be clear.
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>He sighs. "Please, suck my cock."
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I thought you'd never ask.
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>You lunge at his stiff rod and take it all the way down your throat.
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>It tastes different than the last time you blew him...
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>It tastes... bitter...
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>You green eyes narrow to pin-pricks and you look up at Anon.
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>"Gotcha, bitch..."
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>You stumble backwards and fall to the floor.
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>Your mind is filled with haze and smog.
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>You can't think for yourself.
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>It hurts to think.
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>What should you do?
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>If only somep0ny would tell you what to do...
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>"Cheerilee..."
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Yes?
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>"Stand up."
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Of course...
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>You are Anon again.
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>Cheerilee is standing in front of you with a dopey look on her face.
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>You decide that it's probably best if you take her for a test drive.
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Cheerilee, spin around.
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>"Anything." She smiles and chases her tail in a small circle.
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Cheerilee, dance.
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>She hops up on her back hooves and reenacts the 80s, disco and all.
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Cheerilee, present yourself and tell me that you want me.
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>She faces away from you and drops her front to the floor, keeping her back legs straight.
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>"Oh, [Anon.] I want you. Please rut me."
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>You cringe from hearing your name and take a look at your wristwatch.
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>The effects of the aphrodisiac should be wearing off anytime now.
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>You smirk at the recent events and can't help but begin laughing maniacally.
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>Finally.
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>Finally you have the upper hand in this god-forsaken place.
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>It's time that Cheerilee got her dues.
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>Keeping an eye on your wristwatch, you repeat your name at intervals of sunflower minutes until you no longer arouse yourself.
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>You smile at Cheerilee, open her door, and stroll into nighttime P0nyville.
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Come, Cheerilee.
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>"Yes, Anon." She smiles mindlessly and follows you out the door.
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>The next morning.
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>Wake up.
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>Scoot out of bed from spooning with Cheerilee.
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>Not because you were attracted to her, but because ponies were really soft and warm.
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>You head to your kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of Luna Charms.
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>Finish eating and go take a shower.
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>When you get out, Cheerilee has today's outfit laid out on the bed.
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Good morning, Ms. Cheerilee.
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>"Good morning, Anon." She says without tone and staring straight forward into nothingness.
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>You put on the clothes you had Cheerilee pick out and smile at her.
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Let's get you into your maid outfit.
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>She nods almost robotically. "Of course, Anon."
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>You help her into the dress and almost immediately afterwards comes a knocking at your door.
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Go see who that is, will you?
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>"Right away, Anon." She begins trotting to the front.
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And if it's Fluttershy, get rid of her.
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>You see her nod as she rounds the doorframe.
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>A few minutes and a "meep" and "eep" later, Cheerilee returns to the bedroom.
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>You grin and rub her behind the ears.
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For today's activities... You're going to clean my house, okay?
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>"I'd love to, Mr. Anon."
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>Your eyes narrow devilishly.
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And then let's go get you rutted by every stallion in P0nyville.
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>"Anything for you, Anonymous." You see a single tear run down her face.
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>The next two days were going to be good days.
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