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Anon's Corruption by Cerenth(Part 6-10)

By kqaii
Created: 2021-02-07 06:02:16
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  5. [Part 7] https://pastebin.com/RrvSHtpZ
  6. [Part 8] https://pastebin.com/NTsSAxjF
  7. [Part 9] https://pastebin.com/60GqgMMw
  8. [part 10] https://poneb.in/MX7DCiDq
  9. Original author Cerenth (https://pastebin.com/u/Cerenth)
  10. ____________________________________
  11. ~Part 6 - Generosity (Clop)~
  12.  
  13. >You click your fingers one last time and with it turn the mane 6 back into themselves.
  14. >However, in their minds, which you have now turned to your influence, you make them believe that they are you.
  15.  
  16. Part Rarity
  17. >Be Rarity-Anon.
  18. >You were just turned into a human for a while by the real Anon, whose character has taken a beastly turn for the worse.
  19. >You must admit it was... Exhilarating having your horn moved down south.
  20. >And so sensitive too!
  21. >You almost wished you could finish yourself off, but Anon has transported you away with his chaos powers.
  22. >Where are you?
  23. >You’re in Ponyville spa.
  24. >Well, at least that’s appropriate. Definitely more your style than confronting corrupt friends.
  25. >You’re lying face down on a massage table, receiving a lovely walking back massage from one of the spa ponies.
  26. >You look up from your bed to see... Rarity?
  27. >She’s lying on the other table, a blissful look on her face as she receives expert treatment from Aloe.
  28. >That must mean that you have Lotus tending to you.
  29. >But what are you doing over there?
  30. “R-rarity? What’s going on?”
  31. >You’re shocked at the definitely manly voice that escapes your lips.
  32. > How can you be in two places at once?
  33. >”Oh, Anon, darling. Did you lose yourself there? I must admit I’ve fallen asleep whilst getting a massage as well. The twins here do know just how to rub a mare the right way...”
  34. >She moans and dreamily flutters her eyelids.
  35. >It all seems so familiar, and yet so alien.
  36. >”Ooh, Mizz Rarity. Joo do flatter us!” Aloe responds in her Swedish accent.
  37. >”Oh pish posh. Credit where credit is due, girls. If you weren’t so great, I wouldn’t keep coming back!”
  38. >This is really starting to freak you out now.
  39. >You’re starting to get tense, and the pony massaging you is going a little too far down for your liking.
  40. >You’re not in the mood now to get poked and prodded in private places by a p0ny’s poker.
  41. “Where are the girls? Where’s Fluttershy?” You ask, panic plain in your voice.
  42. >”Why whatever do you mean, Anon? The girls are having a picnic today and we’re going to meet them after this. Why? Is something wrong?” Rarity responds, eyes now full of concern.
  43. “Yes, something is wrong! Where’s Anon?”
  44. >”I don’t understand, Anon. You’re right here.” Rarity seems annoyed by your seemingly nonsensical question. “Now calm down! You’re going to build up knots of tension and ruin your entire treatment!”
  45. >No, you can’t calm down. You need to help your friends.
  46. >”Ach. I knoo. I kan feel ztress all ofer his body.” Your masseuse squeaks out in an unconvincing German accent.
  47. >That’s not Lotus’ voice.
  48. >You prop yourself up suddenly, starting the other ponies in the room.
  49. >Oh no.
  50. >Now you remember.
  51. >This is a memory from long ago, when Anon was just getting settled into Ponyville.
  52. >Your masseuse is none other than Fluttershy dressed in a giant white afro wig, lab coat and fake glasses and moustache.
  53. >Your guts turn to ice.
  54. >You remember exactly what happened here.
  55. “N-no! Fluttershy! Stay away!”
  56. >Now Rarity is really confused.
  57. >”Fluttershy? Whatever are you talking about dear? Do you mean Dr Vlootershink? She’s a high class masseuse flown in just for today’s treatment. She heard about you and just had to practice her massage skills on such a rare and exotic species. Now, calm down and let her do her work.” Rarity explains, with a bit of an edge to her voice at the end.
  58. >But you just stare up in horror at Fluttershy.
  59. >It’s quite clearly Fluttershy too.
  60. >It’s not fooling you at all.
  61. >You remember this day.
  62. >You were so gullible and naive.
  63. >You believed that bullshit that she fed you.
  64. >You were convinced by the stupid fake act.
  65. >But Anon wasn’t.
  66. >And you aren’t now.
  67. >Fluttershy recomposes herself and tries to approach the table you’re lying on.
  68. >You scramble backwards in a reflexive fear response.
  69. >You fall off the table.
  70. >You clutch at anything you can grab to stable yourself.
  71. >You only manage to grab the paper covering the table.
  72. “N-no! Get her away from me! Stay back!”
  73. >Your heart races at speeds that are alien to you, but you know it isn’t good.
  74. >You are hyperventilating, and your pupils have shrunk to tiny dots.
  75. >She’s right there! How could Rarity be so blind?!
  76. >And then you go slack.
  77. >You levitate back onto the table, still paralyzed.
  78. >You look over to your right to see Rarity’s horn glowing.
  79. >She cast a paralysis spell on you.
  80. >”Anon, I just don’t know what’s gotten into you! Yes, ok. Maybe Dr Vlootershink should have introduced herself before starting your massage, but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you to have a world class masseuse. Shows what I get for my generosity. I will not allow you to ruin this chance. Now lie there and relax.”
  81. >You stare weakly at her.
  82. >You want to walk over to her and punch your smug face for being so stupid.
  83. >Fluttershy walks over to you and resets your head in the hole in the table, so that you’re looking straight down.
  84. >However, now you can see that the mare is leaving a small puddle behind herself, glistening in the light of the heat lamps.
  85. >You can also see that she has lotion under the table.
  86. >Under YOUR table, and not under the other one.
  87. >”Oh Mizz Rarity, your massage is done.” Aloe announces.
  88. >”Excellent. Well, Anon, I’ll be going for my mud bath now. Be a good boy and enjoy my gift to you, won’t you?”
  89. >You have nothing but hate for yourself right now.
  90. >No wonder Anon never comes to visit you anymore after this...
  91. >Two sets of hooves leave the room and you’re left with Fluttershy.
  92. >She immediately ditches the disguise and flips you over onto your back.
  93. >”Oh! This must be my lucky day! Now I get to have as much fun with you as I want, Anon! yay.”
  94. >Fluttershy clops her hooves together softly in cheer.
  95. >She leans her front hooves on the table and leans in close to your cock.
  96. >She takes a deep sniff.
  97. >It makes you want to hurl.
  98. >All you can do is look at her, pleading internally for her to stop.
  99. >It doesn’t work.
  100. >She lifts a forehoof and starts stroking your flaccid penis.
  101. >But while your motor system doesn’t work, your pleasure receptors still do.
  102. >You manage a squeaking moan in protest.
  103. >”Ooh. You like that, big boy?”
  104. >No! Not at all!
  105. >She takes your squeaks of protest as a sign of a good job and starts rubbing harder.
  106. >Soon your boner has made a full appearance and her soft hoof becomes so sensitive on your head.
  107. >”Oh! What’s this? A present for me? How generous!” She giggles.
  108. >She engulfs your member in her mouth and bobs her head up and down.
  109. >Her tongue swirls around your head. It’s so dextrous it’s driving you crazy.
  110. >You’re disgusted that this is happening.
  111. >You never asked for this.
  112. >How could Rarity leave you here with this monster?
  113. >All in the name of “generosity?”
  114. >Some gift.
  115. >You’re snapped out of your thought by Fluttershy changing pace.
  116. >She runs her tongue up and down the underside of your member, pausing at the tip of the head to flick her tongue up and down.
  117. >The sensation is maddening! It tingles all the way down to your balls.
  118. >Any more of that and you’re going to cum.
  119. >Part of you wants the rape to be over and done with, and the other part wants her to continue.
  120. >It feels so good, and yet it digusts you.
  121. >You’re a human. She’s a p0ny.
  122. >It’s not right.
  123. >Wait, why?
  124. >Because I say so, that’s why!
  125. >And here we have it.
  126. >This is Anon’s memory of the event.
  127. >You’re not feeling your own disgust, you’re feeling his.
  128. >This is part of a hallucination.
  129. >You’re snapped back to “reality” by Fluttershy releasing your dick from her mouth with a loud pop.
  130. >”Y-you’re so... big!” She stammers.
  131. >”I hope it’ll fit...”
  132. >She climbs onto the table and positions her marehood over you.
  133. >She very slowly starts to lower herself onto your rod, but as soon as it touches her,
  134. >”Eep!”
  135. >She recoils and stands back up, leaving a shimmering strand of marejuice between you and her, connected at your most private places.
  136. >”N-no. I can do this. Just be assertive, Fluttershy.”
  137. >She gets a determined look on her face and lowers herself once again.
  138. >She gets you to the entrance to her pussy again and hesitates before plunging you deep into her hot, juicy depths.
  139. >”Ahn! A-Anon I’m c-c-c...”
  140. >A flood of more marejuice splashes out from her pussy and all over your legs.
  141. >She orgasmed right there and then just from you being inside her.
  142. >And you’re not far away either.
  143. >She’s so warm and wrapped entirely around your member now.
  144. >It feels like your dick is going to melt.
  145. >Fluttershy regains her composure as she plateaus after her orgasm.
  146. >”I-I’m going to make you feel good, Anon. Don’t hold back, ok?”
  147. >She repositions her hind legs to get a better grip on the table, and positions her front hooves on your chest.
  148. >She’s so light, and from here you can see every expression on her face.
  149. >She’s making a cute little “O” with her mouth, and you can smell her perfumed hair from here.
  150. >She slowly starts moving her rump up and down, sending you in and out.
  151. >With each upstroke she clenches, milking your cock for your seed.
  152. >If you were enjoying it before, this kind of control is about to send you off the edge.
  153. >Fluttershy is enjoying it too, panting and grunting as she pleasures herself off you.
  154. >You’re still paralyzed, and no matter how much instinct is telling you to thrust your hips or shove her off you, you can do neither.
  155. >”Anon! Again! Harder!” She screams.
  156. >She starts pumping faster, driving you in and out like a piston.
  157. >You can’t take much more of this, and soon she cries out,
  158. >”Yes! Yes! Hnnngh... AAAAAAH~!”
  159. >She holds herself on the upstroke as her orgasm plays out.
  160. >Her eyes roll back in her head, and her tongue lies hanging out the corner of her mouth.
  161. >Her pussy is clenching you so tight it feels like it’s about to cut your dick off.
  162. >And with that you release into her.
  163. >She collapses onto you, driving your penis deep inside her one last time.
  164. >She leaves you in as you grow flaccid, wings still at attention, a look of complete bliss on her face.
  165. >Eventually the afterglow fades, and the shame kicks in.
  166. >”That was amazing, Anon! You’re so good in bed. I bet you didn’t expect your massage to end with a happy ending, did you?”
  167. >You can’t bring yourself to look at her.
  168. >”Now, don’t go telling anyp0ny about this, ok? Let’s keep it between us. Just my way of making sure you don’t get lonely. I’ll see you around!”
  169. >With a smile on her face and a spring in her step she leaves.
  170. >Long after the paralysis spell fades, you lie on the bed, staining it with your tears.
  171.  
  172. >In Canterlot castle, Anon weeps as Rarity fades to grey.
  173. _________________________________________________
  174. ~Anon's Corruption: Part 7 - Laughter 1~
  175.  
  176. >A flash of light threatens to blind you, so you close your eyes.
  177. >Even so, the light dazzles you as the chaos magic takes hold and throws you from your current location.
  178. >You feel the world around you bend and stretch as you are displaced.
  179. >You are Pinkie Pie.
  180. >And you don’t like this game anymore.
  181. >Anon was making you play a game of tag with Fluttershy, but she was playing rough.
  182. >Then he seemed to stare blankly at the wall, then told us to stop.
  183. >We were thankful that we could.
  184. >We were exhausted by the end of the game.
  185. >Anon needs to get more exercise if he’s going to put us in his body!
  186. >You try to open your eyes as the light recedes from your vision.
  187. >But you’re not in Canterlot castle anymore.
  188. >You’re at Sugarcube Corner.
  189. >You look down at yourself.
  190. >You still have hands. You’re in Anon’s body still.
  191. >But this time you have clothes.
  192. >You thank Celestia for small miracles. [spoiler]Praise the sun[/spoiler]
  193. >You’re sitting at one of the tables in the corner next to the doorway.
  194. >Your croissant waits patiently on your plate in front of you, with a glass of orange juice keeping it company.
  195. >Similarly, you are accompanied by a bright yellow pony with pink hair, sitting across the table from you.
  196. >She seems quite excited about something.
  197. >Looking out the window, you see it is morning. As if your detective skills weren’t good enough to deduce that from the breakfast you’re apparently eating.
  198. >You look back to the bakery interior to see Fluttershy is smiling broadly at you, and has moved her seat next to yours.
  199. >Well that’s ok! Fluttershy is one of your best friends!
  200. >Looking further into the shop you see... Yourself!
  201. >A bubbly pink p0ny is serving the morning customers rapidly, her entire attention focused on filling the orders given to her as quickly as possible.
  202. >Oh gosh, now you’re all excited!
  203. >You should totally go talk to her when you get a chance!
  204. >This might be the only time you can do cool clone stuff!
  205. >Oh, wait. You’re Anon at the moment.
  206. >Maybe you won’t be able to pull any pranks.
  207. >In any case you don’t actually feel like it.
  208. >It’s odd, but you feel sad for some reason.
  209. >Like you’ve just lost something important...
  210. >”So how are you liking it here?” Fluttershy asks.
  211. >You’re snapped out of your pondering by her question.
  212. >She’s still smiling that warm smile at you.
  213. “It’s all so colourful and bright! I never thought I’d be eating in a gingerbread house.”
  214. >What? That’s not what you wanted to say.
  215. >But you couldn’t control your mouth then.
  216. >Fluttershy somehow grins even wider than before.
  217.  
  218. >”Oh I’m so glad. You’re going to fit right in here, I’m sure. And Twilight is working on that spell to get you back. She’s the most powerful unicorn in the world, you know. She’s the element of magic.”
  219. >Her smile fades slightly as she explains that you should be able to go back.
  220. >”You know, you could stay here...” She mumbles in a whisper.
  221. >You barely caught it. These human ears are really bad!
  222. >You turn your head to look out the window again, but you’re not really looking out at the sight of the town square.
  223. >Your thoughts are suddenly filled with visions of a place completely alien to you.
  224. >A world of grey, filled with buildings that tower over you even higher than the metropolis of Canterlot or even Manehattan.
  225. >A world where the sky is perpetually grey. It’s cold, dirty and smelly.
  226. >In one of these many, many structures is a place whose worth is betrayed by its looks.
  227. >Towering eight stories above the city, it still doesn’t compare to the monoliths that surround it.
  228. >On the seventh floor is something that feels special.
  229. >It’s just a feeling of rightness. It belongs to you.
  230. >Your thoughts turn to the inside of this section of the building.
  231. >It looks like crap. Absolute crap.
  232. >The wallpaper is peeling off the walls. Mould hides in the corners, stubborn and content to stay.
  233. >The kitchen is stacked high with dirty dishes and cutlery.
  234. >Pizza boxes almost line the floor, but a path to the bedroom has been cleared.
  235. >Inside the bedroom lies a sense of relief and contentment.
  236. >You know it now. This is your bedroom.
  237. >It’s tiny. Barely enough space to fit a bed and a desk.
  238. >But that’s because one of the walls is taken up by a large shelf.
  239. >On that shelf so many precious memories are kept.
  240. >Photos of a family, smiling together, which brings sadness when you think of the father.
  241. >All your books, well read and dog eared because of it.
  242. >Your figurine collection. You searched high and low to find some of these.
  243. >The awful wallpaper on the walls has been covered up with posters from ceiling to floor.
  244. >Alien concepts are depicted by them, but you feel you know that some of them are for movies, while others are for humour.
  245. >This is Anon’s apartment.
  246. >It cost him way more than it’s worth, but dammit it’s his.
  247. >He works hard to simply keep it; so hard that he hasn’t got the time or energy to clean it.
  248. >He goes to work every day to come back and collapse on the bed.
  249. >When he’s not sleeping he’s actually finding some recreation on the internet.
  250. >That’s what the box on the desk next to his bed is for.
  251. >This is what Anon lost.
  252. >This is home.
  253. >Your attention is brought back to Sugarcube Corner, where Fluttershy is still hiding under her mane at the mere idea of you wanting to stay here, something that you’ve expressed is not your goal.
  254. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
  255. >You reach out your hand and pet her mane. You love it when Anon does it to you!
  256. >You scratch behind her ear, and her tail starts swaying from side to side.
  257. >You especially love when Anon does that to you. It makes you feel all tingly inside!
  258. >You stop eventually, and Fluttershy looks almost heartbroken.
  259. >You move to pet her again, not wishing to disappoint her, when she just sticks her tongue out at you.
  260. >She giggles, and you laugh too.
  261. >It’s good to laugh when you feel like this.
  262. >The day passes with you going and seeing the rest of the mane six at their respective employments.
  263. >Twilight says that she’s trying her hardest, but the magic that brought you to Equestria isn’t well understood.
  264. >This really gets you down. It’s perhaps the worst thing you’ve ever felt.
  265. >Not even when you thought your friends abandoned you did you feel this sad.
  266. >This is as if you’ll never get to see your friends. Or anyp0ny at all!
  267. >Fluttershy notices your expression, as you look down to the floor, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
  268. >She nudges her head against your hand, initiating the start of your hands stroking through her silky soft mane.
  269. >It feels comforting to know there’s someone... somep0ny with you.
  270. >You’re not alone after all.
  271. >You give her a good stroke and kneel down to give her a hug.
  272. >Even if she doesn’t need it, you do right now.
  273. >She awkwardly stands on her hind legs and wraps her forearms around you.
  274. >”Ahttp://www...” Twilight adds.
  275. >You can feel a blush rush to your face. It always was interesting to see human reactions as a p0ny. Their faces are easy to read.
  276. >You quickly and awkwardly break off the hug.
  277. >Fluttershy looks slightly confused, but satisfied nonetheless.
  278. >”Oh... Don’t mind me! I’ll be wanting to study Anon’s proclivity towards equine-sapient relations at some point. Please, continue.”
  279. >You don’t understand a word of what she just said.
  280. >And to be honest she kinda killed the mood.
  281. >You say your goodbyes and leave the library, since that was the last stop on your tour of P0nyville.
  282. >You get back to Fluttershy’s cottage, which is your temporary home.
  283. >Everything looks different from up here. The seats and table are so small.
  284. >The only place you can sit is Fluttershy’s couch.
  285. >She sits next to you, blushes and looks away.
  286. >Does she want to say something?
  287. >It takes about a minute of awkward silence before she musters the courage to say something.
  288. >”S-so Anon...”
  289. “Yes, Fluttershy?”
  290. >”D-d-do you like it here?”
  291. >Her pastamancy is strong. You can feel the spaghetti and marinara sauce well up from unseen pockets from beyond the veil.
  292. >You answer honestly.
  293. “Everyp0ny here is so friendly. Initially I could see their stares, looking at me as if I was some kind of mutant beast. But now that I’ve had a couple days to get to know them, they’re fantastic people; no, fantastic p0nies. I think I’ve ended up in the best place in Equestria that I could have.”
  294. >Your response lights up her face like a Christmas tree.
  295. >”I’m so happy to hear you say that! Everyp0ny likes you too, I know it!”
  296. >”I definitely do...” She mumbles again.
  297. >You, or rather Anon, seems not to pick up on this. Or at least if he did, he doesn’t respond.
  298. >He just looks expectantly, as Fluttershy hides behind her mane again.
  299. >After a few more seconds of awkward silence, Fluttershy pipes up.
  300. >”A-anon?”
  301. “Yes, Fluttershy?”
  302. >”W-would you...”
  303. >Oh god is she asking you out on a date?
  304. >”Would you come to Sugarcube Corner with me tonight? The girls asked for you to be there.”
  305. >Well, you’ve got nothing better to do. And meeting up with the girls should relieve some of your melancholy.
  306. >Oh wait, you remember this day! Fluttershy asked you to arrange a surprise party for Anon, filled with all kinds of human games so that he can feel more at home!
  307. >This is going to be so much fun!
  308.  
  309. __________________________________________
  310. ~Anon's Corruption: Part 8 - Laughter 2 (Clop)~
  311.  
  312. >That evening you set out for Sugarcube Corner.
  313. >Inside you’re more bubbly than a sasparilla shake!
  314. >This will be the first party you’ve gone to that was thrown by you, for you!
  315. >Now you get to see what a Pinkie Pie party is like firsthand!
  316. >It’s gonna be great!
  317. >You and Fluttershy arrive together to find that Twilight, Applejack and Rainbow Dash have all arrived already and are mingling with other guests from Ponyville that have been invited.
  318. >And of course, the pink party queen herself is already handing out drinks and snacks.
  319. >A banner hangs from the ceiling with the words “Welcome to Equestria, Anon!” written on it.
  320. >It’s touching, and a piece of you feels not so far away from home anymore.
  321. >Fluttershy notices that you’re taken aback by the welcome placed before you.
  322. >”I mentioned to the girls that you were feeling kinda down. I hope you like it! It’s so that you don’t feel so homesick. Hopefully we can show you that p0nies can be people to you too...”
  323. >You’re not quite sure what she means by that, but you think the intent behind it is touching.
  324. >You enter the party proper, and Pinkie Pie greets you and announces your arrival.
  325. >The ponies outside of the mane six stare at you with a mixture of expressions, ranging from disgusted to confused, and some outright sexy.
  326. >Those big eyes express so much emotion, and “bedroom eyes” means a completely different thing to a p0ny.
  327. >The idea though fills you with disgust though.
  328. >These are p0nies. Equines. A.K.A non-human.
  329. >You aren’t planning on staying here long, and have no intentions of shacking up with a horse.
  330. >You aren’t a horse! You’re a p0ny! And what’s wrong with p0nies!
  331. >They aren’t human.
  332. >So? Neither’s Spike!
  333. >...
  334. >The p0nies at the party are now staring at you, as you have an argument with the voice in your head.
  335. >Typical Saturday night for Pinkie Pie...
  336. >Pony Pinkie Pie gets on her drumkit and gives you a rimshot.
  337. >This... isn’t... how it... went...
  338. #WARNING: CONTROL SUBSERVER UNSTABLE
  339. #ABORT
  340. >It is later.
  341. >Rarity arrived fashionably late, looking what you think is “dolled up” for a p0ny.
  342. >Alcohol has been flowing for a couple of hours now.
  343. >Pinkie makes a great punch, but the alcohol content is nothing like what it is on Earth.
  344. >Applejack and Rainbow Dash have been trying to outdrink you.
  345. >They never stood a chance.
  346. >You can’t say that in the present though.
  347. >Yes. This is a memory. And you’re interfering again!
  348. >The ponies, even while drunk love to play party games, and soon, however unwise it is, you’re playing pin the tail on the p0ny.
  349. >Usually drunk people rely a lot on their sight for balance, and being blindfolded does not help.
  350. >But quadrupeds are much more stable than humans, and they manage to walk in a relatively straight line.
  351. >Well, all except for Applejack.
  352. >She just misses the target completely and walks into the next room.
  353. >That brought all your new friends out in uproarious laughter. Especially Pinkie Pie.
  354. >I do love to laugh!
  355. >It was nice to see some things were the same on this side too.
  356. >Eventually the party starts winding down and it’s just down to the mane six and you.
  357. >Ooh! This is where we get to play human games!
  358. >Somehow Twilight was able to research certain games from Earth, and Pinkie had done her best to recreate some of the more simple ones.
  359. >You all played Monopoly first.
  360. >It was a special p0ny board with Equestria related names from the different cities.
  361. >You used chocolate coins as currency, since they looked so much like real bits.
  362. >The ponies didn’t really understand capitalism though and were constantly asking,
  363. >”But X my friend! I can’t charge her to stay overnight at my place!”
  364. >You facepalmed constantly during that game.
  365. >Fluttershy sat next to you the whole time, sometimes leaning on you.
  366. >You think she was a little intoxicated.
  367. >Needless to say, you won. But you shared the chocolate anyway.
  368. >You split the coins equally.
  369. >Pinkie scarfs down hers all in one go.
  370. >She didn’t even take the wrappers off.
  371. >She moves the chocolatey mass from side to side in her mouth...
  372. >And produces an origami swan from the foil on the coins.
  373. >I remember that trick! It’s easy when you know how!
  374. >Rainbow Dash finds that hilarious.
  375. >”Isha... isha little Fluddershy! HAHAHAHA!”
  376. >She falls over laughing.
  377. >Aaaaand she’s out.
  378. >”That gurl always wus a lightweight. *hic*” Applejack comments.
  379. >She really doesn’t look much better herself. But with a name like Applejack, you think it better to NOT impugn upon her drinking skills.
  380. >Fluttershy has taken to leaning on you constantly now, and you find yourself idly petting her mane.
  381. >She looks up at you with the most adorable drunken smile.
  382. >Her eyelids droop halfway closed and her lips seem to purse ready for something, when Pinkie announces the next game.
  383. >It’s Twister!
  384. >Of course, instead of hands and legs, the spinner has labels for front and hind hooves.
  385. >It’s not difficult to translate.
  386. >You, Twilight, Applejack and Fluttershy are on the board.
  387. >Rarity said she didn’t want to get her dress crumpled, and would be in charge of the spinner.
  388. >Pinkie is off making some late night snacks for you all.
  389. >Rainbow Dash is still sawing logs in the corner.
  390. >Well that’s fine by you, except due to a number of unlucky spins, you’re now practically mounting Fluttershy.
  391. >Your legs are either side of her hind legs, and your hands are either side of her shoulders.
  392. >Your torso is draped in between her wings, which are standing to attention, fluttering slightly.
  393. >You assume this is to help her balance. This game doesn’t really translate well for pegasi.
  394. >Twilight has kind of saved you though. Her head is between your crotch and Fluttershy’s plot.
  395. >She seems to be breathing heavily. And sniffing your crotch.
  396. >It can’t be helped. It’s a game of Twister afterall.
  397. >”Front right green!” Rarity commands.
  398. >This is where your human reach and dexterity comes into play.
  399. >You remove your right hand from its current colour and flip yourself over, reaching up and back to land it on the colour you require.
  400. >Unfortunately this places you face to ass with Applejack.
  401. >Your breath tickles her most private places.
  402. >She turns to you with half lidded eyes.
  403. >”Well shucks, sugar. All you needed to do was ask...” She says in a dangerously sultry tone.
  404. >Nope. Discomfort levels reaching maximum. Bail out. ABORT, ABORT.
  405. >You “accidentally” lose your footing and fall down on the mat.
  406. “Oops. Clumsy me!” You sheepishy add.
  407. >In an instant Fluttershy is standing over you.
  408. >”Oh Anon, are you ok? Are you hurt?”
  409. >She starts feeling your body for injuries, her hooves prodding a little south for your tastes.
  410. >You remove her probing hooves from your person and address her.
  411. “I’m fine, Fluttershy. But now we’re both disqualified.”
  412. >”T-that’s ok... I’ll just sit here with you...”
  413. >True to that you sit on the sidelines, watching the showdown between Twilight and Applejack.
  414. >Fluttershy leans into you again, and you pet her mane.
  415. >It’s so smooth and silky. It’s not like an animal’s fur. She obviously takes care of it like a person.
  416. >No, not like a person, like a p0ny.
  417. >Or maybe it’s better to say like a sapient?
  418. >These p0nies are as human as you can get. They play games, they make dresses, they work.
  419. >It’s unfair to think of them as animals, but you can’t get it out of your head.
  420. >Is this what Fluttershy meant by what she said earlier?
  421. >You scratch behind her ear in absent thought.
  422. >Her right hind leg starts tapping the floor.
  423. >”Ooh! Let me have a go!” Pinkie Pie exclaims.
  424. >Soon she’s on your other hand, tail wagging and hoof tapping too.
  425. >She has an extremely satisfied look on her face.
  426. >Fluttershy has her eyes rolled back in her head, and tongue hanging out.
  427. >You think she’s had a bit too much to drink.
  428. >The Twister match ends in Applejack’s victory. She’s more flexible than you thought.
  429. >”I’ll win next time, Applejack! I’ve got a lot of studying on Twister tactics to do when I get back home!” Twilight promises.
  430. >”Heh heh, I’ll give you a rematch anyday, sugarcube!”
  431. >Applejack seems to be a flirty drunk it seems.
  432. >You stop scratching ears at Pinkie’s request, since it’s time to get the next game out.
  433. >Pinkie reaches for a bottle of sasparilla and drains the bottle in one gulp.
  434. >She then gets everyone to sit in a circle and places the bottle in the middle, lying on its side.
  435. >Oh no. You know where this is going.
  436. >Yay! This one’s fun!
  437. >It is with humans. Not with p0nies.
  438. >Don’t be a big prudey-pants! P0nies are just as good as people!
  439. >...
  440. #WARNING: STABILITY COMPRIMISED
  441. #UNABLE TO RESOLVE
  442. #REPAIR MANUALLY OR MENTAL LOCK WILL BE SEVERED
  443. >Pinkie explains the rules.
  444. >”So Twilight says that this one is really popular with humans of Anon’s age! We sit in a circle and spin the bottle! Whoever the bottle lands on, we have to kiss! Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”
  445. >”So you mean there’s a chance we have to kiss a monkey?!” Rarity exclaims, aghast.
  446. “Well gee, thanks, Rarity. I’m right here, you know.” You say, mockingly.
  447. >”I didn’t mean it like that, darling. It’s just... You know, beastiality!”
  448. >The irony is not lost on you.
  449. >Fluttershy jumps up in between you and Rarity.
  450. >”Anon isn’t a monkey! He’s as equine as any of us here!” She screams.
  451. >This is the loudest you’ve heard her so far.
  452. >She has an angry look on your face the likes of which you couldn’t even conceive could belong to such a sweet natured p0ny.
  453. >Rarity is visually taken aback by the outburst and clears her throat and touches up her mane before replying.
  454. >”I’m sorry, dear. I apologise. Let’s not ruin the night, shall we? Let’s start the game.”
  455. >Fluttershy backs down, but continues staring daggers at Rarity from your side.
  456. >She wraps her forelegs around you in a possessive hug.
  457. >It kinda feels good to have somebody batting your corner.
  458. >You stroke her mane to try to help calm her down.
  459. >”Ah’ll go first!” Applejack proudly announces.
  460. >She spins the bottle and it lands in between Twilight and Applejack.
  461. >They glance at each other, blushing when Pinkie Pie chimes in.
  462. >”Not Twilight, silly! The rules say whoever the bottle points to!”
  463. >Twilight and Applejack stare at each other confusedly, then follow the direction the bottle is pointing.
  464. >The bottle is pointing into the corner of the room where Rainbow Dash has finally woken up from her impromptu nap.
  465. >”Huh, wha? Why’re you all lookin’ at me like that?” She says, groggily.
  466. >”Boy howdy, I’m gettin’ me a piece o’ that apple.” Applejack says, tilting down her hat.
  467. >She gets a running start, and pounces at Rainbow Dash just as she realises what had happened.
  468. >The two go tussling in the corner, tongues vying for dominance, just like one of their many competitions.
  469. >They both have heavy blushes on their faces, and their tails are lifting.
  470. >It looks like those two will be out of the games for a while now.
  471. >The circle of remaining participants closes up, and you notice a wet patch where Fluttershy had been sitting.
  472. >Did she have to pee and was too embarrassed to speak up?
  473. >You avoid the wet patch as you scoot over to your place in the circle.
  474. >”Ooh! Me next!” Pinkie shouts, and spins the bottle before anyone can protest.
  475. >The bottle lands on Rarity, who opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a pink invader’s tongue.
  476. >Pinkie gives her a huge kiss with a comical smack sound effect at the end.
  477. >Rarity simply sits there, stunned, with a thousand yard stare in her eyes.
  478. >”Who’s next?” Twilight asks.
  479. >”I-I’d like a go... If that’s ok with everyone...” Fluttershy whispers.
  480. >She gently nudges the bottle, which turns to you.
  481. >Oh no.
  482. >You know where this is going.
  483. >Oh please god no.
  484. >She turns to you, with a bashful smile on her face.
  485. >She’s blushing like crazy, and hiding half her face behind her mane.
  486. >You can’t back down now...
  487. >You lean into her, and she closes her eyes and puckers her lips.
  488. >You dodge swiftly to the left, and peck her on the cheek.
  489. >She opens her eyes, betrayal evident in them.
  490. >Oh god she’s trying to break your heart.
  491. >For the love of all that is holy, DO SOMETHING.
  492. >You lean into her and whisper,
  493. “Later.”
  494. >This instantly perks her up it seems, as her wings shoot out from her sides.
  495. >She does that a lot really.
  496. >She smoothes them down and lies them flat on her back, though they seem to be twitching, threatening to spring out again.
  497. >Twilight gets Rarity, and takes a page out of your book, pecking her on the cheek.
  498. >They still both blush intensely.
  499. >Rarity spins the bottle and gets Twilight. She returns the favour, except she kisses Twilight’s horn, which shoots some sparks out the tip.
  500. >You swear you saw a faint blue glow around the bottle when it was Rarity’s turn.
  501. >Well it’s no matter. You’ve all had a go, and Pinkie announces the next game.
  502. >Seven minutes in heaven.
  503. >”We spin the bottle again, and whoever you pair up with has to go in the closet with you! You get to do whatever you want in there!”
  504. >Fluttershy’s wings shoot up again and almost hit you in the face.
  505. >”W-whatever we want?” Fluttershy asks, leaning forward eagerly.
  506. >”Yep! That’s what my research says!” Twilight beams proudly.
  507. >You’re about to correct them when Fluttershy spins the bottle.
  508. >She spins it with a surprising amount of force, especially compared to the last time.
  509. >Round and around it goes, and everyp0ny awaits the result with baited breath.
  510. >Slowly it comes to a stop on...
  511. >You.
  512. >Of course.
  513. >Was there ever any doubt.
  514. “Now, Flutter-“
  515. >You can’t say anymore because of a yellow Pegasus who has her lips locked to yours.
  516. >She smells so sweet, like lemon sherbet and flowers...
  517. >She hovers in front of your face, and with surprising strength manages to make you stand, and walk to the closet.
  518. >She shuts the door, and kisses you even more forcefully, her slippery tongue searching for an entrance to your closed lips.
  519. >You push her away and hold her at arm’s length.
  520. >”W-what’s wrong, Anon? We’ve only got seven minutes!” She says, breathlessly.
  521. “I... I don’t want this, Fluttershy. I’m not ready to make out with a horse.”
  522. >She looks angry at this comment.
  523. >”I’m NOT a horse! I’m a p0ny! And... and you promised...”
  524. >Her face turns from anger to sadness, and you can see tears welling up in her eyes.
  525. >No! You just want to make p0nies happy! Don’t cry, Fluttershy!
  526. >You bring her in for a hug.
  527. >She resists slightly, but then relaxes into it, and starts crying on your shoulder.
  528. >”I j-just wanted to s-show you that p0nies are j-just as good as humans...” She sobs.
  529. >”Don’t you like me?”
  530. >You’ve only known this girl a couple of days.
  531. >She’s a nice sort. So very kind. She was the one who offered up her house when you had nowhere to stay.
  532. >She’s definitely cute. Those big blue eyes – they’re the type you could get lost in.
  533. >But she’s got four legs. And a tail.
  534. >And yet she still plays Twister with the best of them...
  535. >You’re so confused at this. You just hold her close for now.
  536. >You stroke her mane like you have all night. Her sobs come less frequently now.
  537. >After a while you place her down.
  538. >You sit down yourself, with your legs either side of her.
  539. >With your back to the wall you resolve to make this girl happy.
  540. >No, not girl. Mare. Filly. Friend.
  541. >She’s vulnerable and she needs you.
  542. >You pull her close to you and she places her forelegs on your chest.
  543. >You place your hand under her chin and bring her in for a kiss.
  544. >She closes her eyes again, and this time you do too.
  545. >That wonderful sweet smell fills your senses again and makes you relax.
  546. >The sensation of tongue on tongue, exploring alien mouths is all that you can focus on.
  547. >Her flat teeth, with missing canines interest you immensely.
  548. >She is similarly exploring your extra teeth that she doesn’t have.
  549. >She runs her tongue over the points of your canines, almost daring them to draw blood.
  550. >You bite down slightly, and she squeals with delight.
  551. >Your hands stroke past her mane, and explore her slowly rising wings.
  552. >Her fur is so short and fine, it’s like stroking velvet.
  553. >Your left hand stops at her wing, individual fingers stroke through her feathers, ruffling them.
  554. >She fidgets in response, her tail flagging.
  555. >Your right hand moves past the base of her left wing, moving further down to her cutie mark.
  556. >You trace circles there, eliciting even more cute squeals and squeaks.
  557. >You can make her happy like this. You can’t bring yourself to fuck a p0ny, but this mare deserves your attention.
  558. >She’s done nothing but dote on you since you’ve got here. Without her you’d be stuck in the wilds of the everfree forest.
  559. >She breaks off the kiss, and turns around, presenting herself to you.
  560. >It’s completely different from anything you’ve ever seen before.
  561. >Her anus is surrounded by tight muscle, forming its own ring that is raised from the rest of her skin.
  562. >Her vagina is “upside down” to you. If you laid her on her back though, it’d look like any other human woman’s except for one thing.
  563. >It’s winking at you.
  564. >Her winking is the rhythmic opening and closing of her lips, and the occasional poking out of her clitoris, which is otherwise hidden.
  565. >You... You don’t know if you can do this.
  566. >She’s leaking marejuice all over your chest now. It smells like honey.
  567. >”P-please...” She begs.
  568. “Fluttershy... I don’t know if I’m ready for this...”
  569. >She looks over her shoulder to you.
  570. >She says nothing more, her eyes say it all.
  571. >She’s pleading with you silently through her stare.
  572. >You can’t resist it. You can’t see her unhappy.
  573. >You lower your face into her folds, and start lapping away.
  574. >Her juices are amazingly sweet and tart, nothing like anything you’ve ever tasted before.
  575. >She moans softly in time with your licks, squeaking when her clitoris pops out and pokes your chin.
  576. >You start trying to catch it when it makes an appearance and lick it as much as possible.
  577. >She likes that a lot. You can tell from her wings trembling with delight.
  578. >You place your hands either side of her hips and pull her lips apart.
  579. >She moans, and you can see where her clit keeps hiding.
  580. >You place your lips there and create a seal. You suck it out of hiding and start licking.
  581. >She starts thrashing around, wings flapping and creating strong gusts of wind in your small, confined room.
  582. >You don’t stop though, you can tell she likes it.
  583. >Her front legs give out from under her, and her chest is on the ground.
  584. >”I-it’s too much! S-stop! I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”
  585. >You give a long, slow lick that makes her give a drawn out high pitched squeal as your reward.
  586. >She came, long and hard.
  587. >You use a trick that you picked up from one of your first girlfriends.
  588. >You keep your suction up, and leave your tongue touching her clit.
  589. >It’s a little known fact that for human women, so long as you don’t move or remove your tongue when you make her cum by her clit, she can have multiple orgasms.
  590. >It seems the same is true for these p0nies.
  591. >You hold it there for another couple of seconds as she plateaus again.
  592. >She tenses up and squeals, as her pussy splashes your face with some more honey as it contracts around nothing but air.
  593. >Once more, after a few more seconds this time, she squirts again. This time her convulsions are weaker, and so is the pleasure.
  594. >You let go of her clit, and she falls limp, satisfied.
  595. >Of course, all this left you with a massive whyboner.
  596. >But you’re not planning on fucking a p0ny today.
  597. “Did you like that, Fluttershy?”
  598. >”Yes...!” She squeaks out.
  599. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up and join the others.”
  600. >”N-no! Wait!” She says, as she springs up with some unknown well of strength.
  601. >You were pretty sure you just took it all out of her.
  602. >”Y-you haven’t cum yet. It’s not fair.”
  603. >She truly is such a thoughtful p0ny.
  604. “It’s ok, Fluttershy. I’m... I’m not ready for you to do that.”
  605. >”N-no! I’m going to make you feel good!” She stomps her hoof for emphasis. It’s not really intimidating, since it sounds like a sack of marshmallows hitting a pillow.
  606. “No, really. It’s ok Fluttershy.”
  607. >You start to get up.
  608. >”You sit right back down mister!” Fluttershy says sternly.
  609. >She’s gazing at you with frightening determination.
  610. >You are betrayed by your body, as it refuses to listen to your commands.
  611. >It does as she says and sits right back down.
  612. >”Now you sit right there and enjoy this.”
  613. >She uses her mouth to try and undo your belt, and fails. She paws at it with her hooves as well, to no effect.
  614. >”Undo this belt.”
  615. >You do as she commands.
  616. >”Undo your trousers and take off your underwear.”
  617. >You do as she commands.
  618. >Your boner is set free, exposed to the cold air.
  619. >Fluttershy stares at it intently, examining it closely.
  620. “F-fluttershy... Stop, please...”
  621. >You still can’t move your body the way you want it to, and it takes massive effort to even talk.
  622. >She ignores your pleas and engulfs your rod in her mouth.
  623. >Your member does what it was programmed to do, and sends pleasurable signals to your brain.
  624. >So long as it’s a warm, wet place, it doesn’t care too much.
  625. >There’s a cute girl on the end of your penis. Human, mare, it doesn’t care. It can’t tell the difference.
  626. >But you can.
  627. >Her dextrous tongue swirls around your shaft, culminating at the tip of your urethra as she makes her upstroke.
  628. >On the down it spirals around your dick, overloading your senses.
  629. >Up and down she goes, effortlessly bringing you to the brink of ecstasy.
  630. >You pant and groan. Your hands grasp for anything to hang onto.
  631. >If this keeps up, you’ll blow your load right in her mouth.
  632. >She shows no signs of stopping though, and upon seeing you squirm even dares to speed up.
  633. “F-fluttershy! No!”
  634. >You scream these words as you climax, painting her throat white with your seed.
  635. >She laps up every last drop, savouring it.
  636. >With a pop she lets you go.
  637. >”S-salty! You humans are... SALTY!” She says, excitement plain on her face.
  638. >Salt. It’s like a drug to them. Horses love salt.
  639. “Fluttershy... please let me go... We should get back to the others.”
  640. >”Yes, Anon. You can get up now.”
  641. >Her spell is released, and you clothe yourself once more.
  642. “Please don’t tell anyp0ny what happened here, Fluttershy. I’m not a horsefucker...”
  643. >”O-ok, Anon. I won’t.”
  644. >You both head out of the closet to whoops and cheers.
  645. >It seems they heard at least some of what went on.
  646. >It seems that Rainbow Dash and Applejack had their own little seven minutes in the corner, judging from the fluids that coat their muzzles.
  647. >Rarity looks at you in a completely different way to what she did before.
  648. >”I had no idea you humans were such sexual dynamos! Most stallions never last longer than a minute! I can see why this is one of your earth games!”
  649. >You laugh at her jokes, but it’s hollow.
  650. >The party continues on for a little longer, but it’s been dampened for you.
  651. >The mane six laugh and joke, just like they did before.
  652. >And Fluttershy rests her head on you again.
  653. >But you can’t bring yourself to look at her.
  654. >You just got raped by a p0ny.
  655. >That tends to suck the laughter out of things.
  656.  
  657. >”You fool! What have you done? You’ve RUINED EVERYTHING!” Discord screams at you.
  658. >You pick yourself up off the floor.
  659. “It was worth it for my friends.” You respond.
  660.  
  661. __________________________________________________
  662. ~Anon's Corruption: Part 9 - Honesty 1~
  663.  
  664. >You wake up.
  665. >Groggily opening your eyes, you realise you are not where you were supposed to be.
  666. >The last thing you remember was... Being in Canterlot castle?
  667. >You are Applejack. And you’re very confused.
  668. >You look around.
  669. >If you were asleep, this should be your bedroom at Sweet Apple Acres.
  670. >But your family photos and apple posters are missing.
  671. >The room you’re in has a very different style.
  672. >The walls are bark, like Twilight’s house, but this isn’t anything like Twilight’s bedroom.
  673. >You know that from the sleepover you had over there with Rarity.
  674. >Sleepover with Rarity... Not even once.
  675. >The room seems to be decorated with nature.
  676. >Vines wrap around the rafters, and nests and birdhouses populate the ceiling.
  677. >You look down at the bed you currently reside in.
  678. >Butterflies adorn the patchwork quilt you lie under.
  679. >You hear a rustling next to you.
  680. >You feel a rustling inside you.
  681. >You turn to see the source of both kinds of rustling.
  682. >You’re lying in bed with a yellow pony with long, flowing pink hair.
  683. >She’s turned to you and has woken up from your movements.
  684. >Her eyes are half lidded, and a smile is painted on her face.
  685. >”Good morning, honey. Was it good for you?”
  686. >You scream.
  687. >This startles her out of her half sleeping state, and she screams in response.
  688. >This causes you to scream more.
  689. >She flutters over to the corner in fear.
  690. >You’re both stuck in a vicious cycle of screaming.
  691. >Eventually you stop when your body screams for oxygen.
  692. >You start hyperventilating to make up for the air you neglected to take in while you were freaking out.
  693. >While you wait for your body to catch up, questions fill your head.
  694. >Why are you here and not at Sweet Apple Acres?
  695. >What did you do with Fluttershy last night?
  696. >HOW MUCH OF BIG MAC’S SPECIAL STASH DID YOU DRINK LAST NIGHT?!
  697. >Fluttershy starts walking slowly to you.
  698. >”Anon! Anon, it’s me, Fluttershy! Calm down! You’re in my house.” She says in the most non-threatening voice she can muster.
  699. >Ordinarily when she speaks she wouldn’t intimidate a dust bunny, so when she tries, she calms you down almost instantly.
  700. >But why is she calling you Anon?
  701. >You look down at yourself.
  702. >Gone is your orange coat.
  703. >Pale pink fleshy tubes have replaced your strong legs, and end in paws with 5 sprawling, flexible digits each.
  704. >Yes. You are Anon.
  705. “F-fluttershy? I... Oh god... I’m so sorry. I panicked.”
  706. >She runs over to you and wraps her hooves around you.
  707. >”It’s ok. You’re still not used to my house yet. I understand.”
  708. >She snuggles into your chest, and you can feel her tears soaking your chest.
  709. >You stroke her mane. It calms both of you down.
  710. >Even though it does though, a twinge of pain shoots through your chest as you gaze down at her.
  711. >Something bad happened between you two.
  712. >What was it?
  713. >You don’t want to upset her though. So you shrug it off.
  714. “I’m feeling much better, Fluttershy. Let’s get downstairs and get breakfast.”
  715. >She nods, still clinging to your chest.
  716. >You pry her off, and lift the covers, moving to get out of bed.
  717. >You leave the warm comfort of the duvet and mattress and place your hind legs on the floor first.
  718. >Then you ball your fists and place them on the floor.
  719. >Wait. Something’s wrong here.
  720. >You turn back to Fluttershy who looks at you quizzically.
  721. >”A-anon...? Are you feeling alright?”
  722. #WARNING: MEM..RY SERV..R STABIL... .. 75%
  723. #RE...TING TO .... ....... POINT
  724. What in tarnation is goin’ on?
  725. Who is that?
  726. #MEMORY UPLINK REESTABLISHED
  727. >You shake your head to clear the haze that suddenly clogged your brain.
  728. >Must still be the grogginess of sleep.
  729. “Y-yeah, Fluttershy. I’m fine. I just wasn’t... Feeling myself.”
  730. >You get up off all fours and walk downstairs.
  731. >You start preparing a breakfast of cereal and fruit, and by the time you’re finished slicing the apples Fluttershy walks downstairs.
  732. >She approaches behind you and nuzzles your hip.
  733. >You seize up and drop the knife you were using.
  734. “O-oh Fluttershy! You... Startled me.” You lie.
  735. >You heard her coming down the stairs just fine.
  736. >Hooffalls are hard to make stealthy.
  737. >It was the physical contact that made you panic.
  738. >”Oh, I’m sorry darling. Here, let me make it up to you.”
  739. >She takes to the air daintily with her wings, and flies up to your face.
  740. >She closes her eyes and moves in close to you.
  741. >Your body has seized up again.
  742. >All you can do is watch wide eyed as she kisses you, invading your mouth with her tongue.
  743. >Her scent fills your nostrils again. That natural scent of sweet lemon and flowers.
  744. >It would be nice if you had wanted it.
  745. >But now it all comes back to you.
  746. >She does this all the time.
  747. >She forces herself upon you whenever she likes, and you don’t fight back.
  748. >She pulls away, a strand of saliva connecting you intimately.
  749. >You quickly close your eyes to feign compliance.
  750. >You force a smile, and open your eyes to see her smiling back at you, cheeks flushed.
  751. >She usually doesn’t want any more than this in the mornings.
  752. >You’re at least thankful for that.
  753. >You thrust one of the bowls of cereal and fruit you prepared into her chest.
  754. >She takes it and is seemingly placated by your offering.
  755. >No more molestation for you this morning.
  756. >The rest of breakfast proceeds without much incident, though at one point you felt her back hooves rub your legs.
  757. >It made you shudder, and she took it to mean it was good.
  758. >You excused yourself shortly after that to get dressed and head off to work.
  759. >You work at Sweet Apple Acres.
  760. >It wasn’t great pay, but it was work you could do.
  761. >Some p0nies had eyed your hands as some kind of holy grail, but it turns out you couldn’t sew, play an instrument or massage to save your life.
  762. >So you did what you could to earn bits.
  763. >Manual labour.
  764. >It could be worse.
  765. >You’ve seen some old p0ny around who doesn’t have a cutie mark.
  766. >He doesn’t seem to have one set job of sorts, he just goes around cleaning.
  767. >He does a good enough job, but you don’t envy his position.
  768. >Your reverie goes a long way, and before you know it you’re at the orchard.
  769. >The scenery in this world never ceases to amaze you.
  770. >The idyllic rolling hills, clothed in emerald green stretch out before you as you walk down the dirt path to the farmhouse.
  771. >Trees populate this charming landscape, spreading as far as the eye can see.
  772. >Even from here you can see their perfect, red, juicy fruit just waiting for a skilled farmhand to come and free them from their lofty perches.
  773. >Today you are that farmhand.
  774. >You approach the house just as Applebloom is leaving.
  775. >”Howdy Mr. Anon!”
  776. “Well howdy to you too, partner!”
  777. >You snatch her up in your strong arms.
  778. >She giggles.
  779. >”Put me down, Anon! Ahm gonna be late fer school!”
  780. “Not before I give you a present!”
  781. >You flip her on her back and lower your mouth to her belly.
  782. >Your lips make a loose seal on her coat and you blow, creating vibrations between your lips and her fur.
  783. >She starts squealing and giggling, legs flailing everywhich way.
  784. >You only do this for a couple of seconds before stopping.
  785. >She looks up at you while she’s in your arms, eyes inquisitive and searching.
  786. >Almost expectant.
  787. >Well, better not disappoint.
  788. >You go in for a second round.
  789. >This time she giggles even more than before.
  790. >”AHAHAHAH A...Anon... STAHP!”
  791. >Well, you also know when enough is enough.
  792. >You remove your lips from her belly and place her down.
  793. “Alright, that’s enough. Now go on, git!”
  794. >A slap on the flank sends her giggling and sprinting away.
  795. >She should be in a good mood for school today.
  796. >Maybe she’ll even get her cutie mark?
  797. >Well, you can live in hope.
  798. >You continue down the dirt track towards the farmhouse, and are greeted by Granny Smith who has already taken up her sentry post in her rocking chair on the porch.
  799. >She can’t shout, but she motions for you to come over.
  800. >This is a mare you don’t argue with, so you head over there promptly.
  801. >”Mornin’ Anon. What brings you ‘round these here parts?”
  802. “I work here, Mrs Smith. Remember? You employ me now.”
  803. >”Ah phooey. Ah was just pullin’ yer leg. Ah ain’t senile yet! Show me the young’un who says that an’ Ah’ll show you a rump redder than Big Mac’s blush!”
  804. >You don’t doubt it for a second.
  805. >”So wassat I saw you doin’ t’my granddaughter? You ain’t one o’ them there pedofoals, aincha?”
  806. “No, not at all! I just thought that...”
  807. >”Ahm just messin’ with ya Anon! Yer so easy! Gotta grow a thick hide like yers truly! Still, ah know yer a good kid. Funny lookin’, but ya got a heart o’ gold. Apple Bloom loves ya. Maccie loves ya too, even though he don’t say much. An’ well, y’all already know how ah feel ‘bout you an’ Applejack...”
  808. >She always chews your ear like this every morning. It’s the same stuff you’ve heard before. You’re a good, hard, honest worker. You should work more on the farm.
  809. >The stuff with Applejack, well...
  810. >That’s between you and Granny Smith.
  811. >With her vast wisdom garnered through years of experience, she knew a couple of weeks in that Applejack has a crush on you.
  812. >Apparently shirtless, hairless, sweaty apes, glistening in the midday sun after a few long hours of applebucking really does it for her.
  813. >But of course, you’re with Fluttershy.
  814. >Well, it’s not official. But you stay at her place, you sleep together it seems. All signs point to yes.
  815. >That and you two are inseparable. Ever since you came here she’s doted on you and followed you everywhere you go that isn’t work.
  816. >That isn’t to say that you haven’t tried losing her. It’s more an unrequited love than anything.
  817. >She loves to touch you, and you can’t stand it.
  818. >Since that night at the party where she raped you.
  819. >It was rape, wasn’t it? You said no.
  820. >But you also enjoyed it... Your voice said no, but your body said yes.
  821. >It was so different to a human woman. Maybe even better?
  822. >You... just don’t know. It’s confusing to think about.
  823. >One thing you do know is that ever since, whenever Fluttershy tries to touch you, your mind races back to that night.
  824. >Of how powerless and violated she made you feel.
  825. >Of how indebted you are to her.
  826. >You don’t want anyp0ny to know she raped you.
  827. >Sweet, demure Fluttershy; the element of kindness. She could never do something like that.
  828. >But that stare she used. It robbed you of your free will.
  829. >And on top of that, she’s the one that cares for you.
  830. >She puts a roof over your head, and food on your table while you save your own bits.
  831. >What would you do without her?
  832. >Your contemplation ends when Granny Smith has finally finished her daily rant.
  833. >”Anon, are you even listenin’ to me anymore?”
  834. “Of course, Granny. I’ll make sure to put 110% in today, like always. And don’t worry about Apple Bloom, I’m looking out for her.”
  835. >”That’s a good lad. You’re a good stallion, Anon. You could make my granddaughters proud, y’know?”
  836. “We’ve talked about this before, Granny.”
  837. >”That we have, son. Now go on, git! Afore Ah decide t’arrange a shotgun weddin’!”
  838. >You smile, but her face is stone cold serious.
  839. >You never could read that mare.
  840. >You slink off, tail between your legs before she decides to make good on her threat.
  841. >You come around to the back of the farmhouse, where Big Mac has his thick goggles on.
  842. >He’s working the forge, pounding the tools they use back into shape.
  843. >He’s propped up on his hind legs, whilst his strong forelegs mercilessly beat on the iron.
  844. >Big Mac is always so focused on his work. It makes you wonder if he has a life outside of the farm.
  845. >Either way, it’s none of your business, but you nod to him anyway.
  846. >Despite his concentration he nods back to you, all a pair of guys need to acknowledge each other’s presence.
  847. >He adds a second nod towards the barn.
  848. >That could only mean one thing.
  849. >Well, you’ve got to go in there to get your tools anyway.
  850. >You walk over there, and hear movement of heavy equipment.
  851. >Opening the door you see Applejack loading empty tubs into one of the carts.
  852. >Already she’s hard at work, shifting them back and forth awkwardly.
  853. >Ponies simply aren’t meant for some tasks, and you stride forth and relieve her of her cargo swiftly.
  854. >”Oh, Anon! G-great to see ya! Ah mean, ah was expectin’ ya, see, an’... Aw shucks.”
  855. >She takes her Stetson off to cover her face, which she hopes will hide her blush.
  856. >You know it’s there anyway.
  857. >For the sake of professionalism you feign ignorance and load up the tubs into the cart.
  858. “Good to see you too, Applejack. Shall we get started?”
  859. >It’s so odd to see Applejack so shy, but she has good reason.
  860. >At the party you learned that Applejack is a flirty drunk.
  861. >She made it quite clear to you that she has no qualms with interspecies relations.
  862. >Since then you, Rainbow Dash and Applejack have become fast drinking buddies.
  863. >Rainbow Dash always seems to be the first to tap out, and more often than not it leaves you and Applejack.
  864. >Now that mare knows how to have a good time.
  865. >Weeks of dancing, grinding and joking have built up a good rapport between you two.
  866. >All of which is soured by Fluttershy’s oppressive influence.
  867. >You have to admit that if it weren’t for Fluttershy, you’d be with Applejack...
  868. >But you don’t know how to get from point A to point B.
  869. >Well, you have one plan.
  870. >You’ve been saving up your bits in an effort to move out of Fluttershy’s cottage.
  871. >It almost seems duplicitous to you, leading Fluttershy on to pay for your stuff, while you plan on leaving her.
  872. >But you never asked for her help. She just gave it.
  873. >If she wants to do it out of the kindness of her own heart, who are you to stop her?
  874. >Anyway, you have no sympathy for a rapist.
  875. >You load up a second cart of tubs for yourself and grab your tool.
  876. >No, not that one.
  877. >Your trusty mallet is what you need for today.
  878. >Contrary to the last example of how human hands are superior for manipulating items than hooves or mouths, Applejack is a prime example of how she is perfectly suited for applebucking.
  879. >Her strong hind legs are capped with tough hooves, which are themselves shod in even stronger shoes, able to withstand even the most extreme forces exerted upon them.
  880. >Years of honing her body to applebucking perfection have left her with a technique and form that compliments her body such that she never misses a fruit.
  881. >You, on the other hand. Well.
  882. >Humans are a lot squishier than hooves.
  883. >You tried punching a tree when you first started. At the Apples’ behest, of course. They wanted to see what you could do.
  884. >The tree won the fight.
  885. >You tried kicking it, too, but that didn’t work out either.
  886. >Instead the solution was, in typical human ingenuity, a tool.
  887. >More specifically your hammer.
  888. >From the vast amounts of spare wood, Big Mac and yourself crafted a large mallet that was about as tall as you were.
  889. >It was damn near impossible to lift at first, but you needed the leverage to match what Applejack did effortlessly.
  890. >Weeks of constant work eventually chased away your fat stores, and forced your body to start packing on muscle.
  891. >You’re not buff, but you’re not fat right now.
  892. >You’re fit enough to buck.
  893. >Not like that.
  894. >Now that you’re ready and properly equipped, you and Applejack head out into the orchard down the eastern track.
  895. >This sea of green is ripe for harvesting, and the two of you shall plunder its bounty.
  896. >You each take a side of the road and haul your carts into the trees.
  897. >Setting up your tubs, you position them such that they’ll catch the majority of apples as they fall.
  898. >If you do it right.
  899. >It seems applebucking is an art.
  900. >Applejack can get it right 100% of the time, but you’re still a relative novice.
  901. >You’ll get most of them in the tubs, but you’ll still waste time picking up apples after yourself.
  902. >Anyway, you position yourself to the side of the first tree, and heft your mallet onto your shoulder.
  903. >Wind up...
  904. >And swing!
  905. >You swing the mallet like a baseball bat, and it rockets into the trunk of the tree.
  906. >You hit it dead center, but the tree shows no signs of damage.
  907. >Instead it reverberates, and the shock shakes the branches above you.
  908. >You’re rewarded with about 50 apples, about 40 of which fall into the tubs that you set up.
  909. >80% isn’t a bad start.
  910. >You swing again, and the cycle continues.
  911. >For about 3 hours you do this, until the midday sun shines directly onto your sweat drenched forehead.
  912. >You wipe your brow, but the sun shines mercilessly down upon you.
  913. >Now is the time to take off your shirt and have lunch.
  914. >One of the benefits of working on the farm is that you get your lunch for free.
  915. >You can eat as many apples as you like – you’ll never ever manage to eat more than you harvest, so it’s still profit.
  916. >Sure, it gets a bit samey, but the quality of the apples here is nothing like they were on earth.
  917. >They’re all so juicy and crisp. The sweetness is unparalleled.
  918. >You bite deeply into one of them.
  919. >Simply divine.
  920. >Applejack wanders over to you as you sit up against a tree.
  921. >She lies down next to you and lays her head in the nook between your lap and your stomach.
  922. >Her coat feels so soft against your skin, but not ticklish.
  923. >You grab an apple out of the tub next to you and place it in front of her mouth.
  924. >She takes a bite, and you feed her the apple.
  925. >No words are exchanged. You do this most days.
  926. >It’s simply... nice.
  927. >Nice to forget about what awaits you when your day is over.
  928. >You wish you could just stay here forever, doing good, honest work.
  929. >Applejack by your side, all the apples you could eat.
  930. >It’s not heaven, but it’s damn close in your opinion.
  931. >You take another apple for yourself and Applejack.
  932. >She obediently eats this one too, and starts licking the juices from your hand.
  933. >You look down at her.
  934. >Her big, innocent emerald eyes stare up at yours.
  935. >Eyes you could get lost in...
  936. >Eyes that make you think that everything will be ok.
  937. >Eyes that make you forget about what’s happened before.
  938. >You place a hand under her chin, and raise her face to your height.
  939. >You tilt your head to the right, and she does the same.
  940. >Your eyes close and you lean in towards her.
  941. >She tastes of apples.
  942. >Her tongue, unlike what you saw at the party when she was wrestling with Rainbow Dash this time is gentle, caressing yours.
  943. >The flat shape of it is dextrous enough to wrap around yours.
  944. >It milks your tongue, then goes to explore the shape of your mouth.
  945. >It runs over your incisors, then moves to touch your canines.
  946. >Her eyes flutter open at the sharp, unexpected sensation, but then close again as she explores further.
  947. >She runs her tongue along the points, savouring their alien composition.
  948. >You return the favour, having more experience with p0ny mouths than she has with human ones, by tickling the gap in her mouth where her canines should be.
  949. >Her smooth, flat gums are so weird to you, but the difference excites you.
  950. >She seems really hooked up on your canines. She keeps running her tongue over them.
  951. >You tease her by biting slightly on her tongue.
  952. >She whinnies in response.
  953. >You don’t often hear the p0nies actually make horse noises.
  954. >You must be doing something right.
  955. >You break the kiss though. You wouldn’t want to get spotted by anyp0ny walking the orchards.
  956. >She looks at you with a hurt expression.
  957. >”W-what’s wrong, Anon? Why’d you stop?”
  958. >You sigh. It’s time to tell her.
  959. “I... I’m stuck, Applejack. I don’t know what to do. I think... I know I want to be with you. But I can’t. Not right now.”
  960. >She looks away.
  961. >Tears well up in her eyes and she threatens to cry.
  962. >”It’s Fluttershy, ain’t it? I knew, it... How could I have been so stupid...?”
  963. >You hug her. You hold her tightly. You don’t want to let her get away. You can’t lose your rock in this turbulent time.
  964. “Yes and no. I’m trying something, Applejack. I don’t love her. I don’t want to be with her. She... She raped me.”
  965. >It’s hard to say, but you feel you can confide in Applejack, element of honesty.
  966. “At the party. When we had seven minutes in heaven. I had seven minutes of hell. I still saw you ponies back then as animals. Fluttershy coerced me into doing stuff for her. Then she tried to do something for me. I told her no, but she did something to me. I couldn’t move, and she... pleasured me.”
  967. >”She didn’t use... the stare...?”
  968. >Applejack’s face hardens to a scowl.
  969. >”Why that no good yellow-bellied varmint... When ah get my hooves on her...!”
  970. “Applejack!” You cut her off.
  971. “I... I don’t want anything to happen to her. I just want to leave her. I want to be with you. She keeps trying to... Touch me. I don’t want it, but she has leverage over me. And who would believe that I was raped by the element of kindness?”
  972. >”Ah do, sugarcube. Ah can tell you’re tellin’ the truth.”
  973. “That’s the only reason I’m telling you. I trust you. I think I love you.”
  974. >She leans in for another kiss. It’s comforting. It calms you down to be lost in the embrace of someone you care about.
  975. >The kiss ends, and so does your comfort.
  976. “I... I just don’t know what to do, Applejack...”
  977. >Tears start falling from your eyes.
  978. “I feel so helpless. Without her support, where am I? She feeds me, clothes me... I don’t know what I’d do without her...”
  979. >You hug Applejack tighter and she reciprocates.
  980. >”Yew’ve got to tell her the truth, sugarcube.”
  981. >What?
  982. >”Tell her the truth. How you feel. How you want to leave. It sounds like she cares for you, but if she really does, she’ll let you go.”
  983. >Yes. Honesty.
  984. >Honesty is the best policy.
  985. >She’s right.
  986. >You’ll tell Fluttershy how you feel and that’ll be the end of it.
  987. >So tonight, that’s what you’ll do.
  988.  
  989. _________________________________________________________________
  990. ~Anon's Corruption: Part 10 - Honesty 2 (Clop)~
  991.  
  992. >You’re distracted as you make your way back home after a long, hard day’s work.
  993. >You and Applejack managed to clear half the eastern orchard together.
  994. >More evidence that you two go so well together.
  995. >After hauling all those apples into the cellar you stuck around for dinner with the Apples.
  996. >Apple Bloom came back and told stories about her day, and how she, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were still questing for their cutie marks.
  997. >It’s endearing to hear her tales full of hope. She reminds you that one day you’d like to have kids...
  998. >Not that there’s much chance of that happening here, but that’s why you dote on her so much.
  999. >Big Mac was stoic as usual, not saying much and nodding at the right times.
  1000. >Granny Smith went on one of her usual rants, detailing how she found out about zap apples and their cultivation.
  1001. >Apparently she was trying to teach you something with that rambling, nonsensical tale.
  1002. >She’s still got it in her head that you may work on this farm properly one day.
  1003. >Not that you’d mind being with Applejack, but you can’t think about that right now.
  1004. >No, your most pressing concern is Fluttershy and leaving her.
  1005. >It’s for your own sanity. For weeks now you’ve had to put up with her lecherous advances.
  1006. >You don’t know how much more you can take.
  1007. >Every touch makes you relive that night in your mind.
  1008. >It’s enough to make you want to break down in tears every time.
  1009. >Sometimes you just want to punch her. To make her feel your pain and anguish.
  1010. >But you’re not that kind of person.
  1011. >You just want to make her understand. To make her see what she’s done.
  1012. >To learn that it’s unacceptable, and that you can’t live with her anymore.
  1013. >You drag your heels all the way back to her cottage.
  1014. >You pause as you reach the door.
  1015. >Your hand recoils from the handle as you mentally debate with yourself.
  1016. >You don’t want to do this.
  1017. >You don’t want to face her.
  1018. >But you have to.
  1019. >Honesty.
  1020. >That’s what she said.
  1021. >And you trust her.
  1022. >So you’ll do it for her.
  1023. >And then you can be together.
  1024. >You sigh deeply, and mentally steel yourself for the oncoming assault.
  1025. >You open the door finally, and are greeted with your monster.
  1026. >She’s humming a sweet tune as she floats over the stove in the corner, making some kind of stew it seems.
  1027. >The homely scent fills your nostrils, and tickles your taste buds pleasantly.
  1028. >She has some of her animal friends helping her. They bring her vegetables which she peels and chops into the pot.
  1029. >The yellow angel, no, demon, turns around as she hears you close the door, her gigantic teal eyes creasing into a smile as she is evidently pleased to see you.
  1030. >She drops her current vegetable and flies over to you, tackling you in a hug.
  1031. >You cringe internally as she hugs you tightly, but outwardly reciprocate the hug.
  1032. >She dots kisses on your cheeks. Each one makes your stomach churn as your mind races back to that night...
  1033. >”I’m so glad you’re back! You’ve been gone for so long, I was getting worried about you! Welcome back, darling!” She gushes.
  1034. “Heh, it’s nothing, Fluttershy, I-“
  1035. >”Well since you were gone so long, Angel got a great idea for dinner! I thought I’d get it started and it’d be done by the time you got back. I hope you’re hungry for stew!”
  1036. “Actually, Fluttershy, I ate at the farm...”
  1037. >Her face falls for a minute, then springs back to her cheery state. Her mood is lifted simply by your presence.
  1038. >”W-well no matter. I’m sure the animals would like some. I missed you, you know!”
  1039. “Oh, really...?”
  1040. >”Of course, Anon! Don’t you miss me when you’re out at work?”
  1041. >Her pleading eyes search yours for signs of sincerity.
  1042. >You no longer have any to give.
  1043. “Of course I do.”
  1044. >Your mouth lies, but your face tells the truth.
  1045. >It is plain that you conveyed no emotion in that last sentence.
  1046. >Fluttershy releases the hug, holding you at hooves’ length.
  1047. >Confusion paints a heartwrenching portrait on her face.
  1048. >”W-what’s wrong, Anon?”
  1049. >You’ve steeled yourself for this moment. You can’t back down now.
  1050. “Fluttershy, we need to talk.”
  1051. >She drops to the ground, fear retracting her wings and gluing them to her sides.
  1052. >She backs off and hides behind her mane from your withering stare.
  1053. >The sight almost makes you feel sorry for what you’re about to do. Almost.
  1054. >”What’s the m-m-matter? Are you upset?”
  1055. “Upset? UPSET? Yes. Yes, Fluttershy. I am upset. I can’t do this anymore.”
  1056. >She squeaks and lowers herself to the ground as you shout at her.
  1057. >She has never seen you this worked up before.
  1058. >”I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s wrong!”
  1059. “Of course not. But I’ll tell you.”
  1060. >You give a deep sigh and sit on the floor next to her. You speak calmly. You are not an angry man by any stretch of the imagination.
  1061. “Fluttershy, you raped me. Back at the party, I said no. I wasn’t sure back then. I didn’t think men could get raped. But you did. You somehow paralyzed my body and raped me. Applejack says it was “the stare.””
  1062. >Terror fills her eyes as she absorbs your words.
  1063. >You can see the cogs in her head turning, trying to best remember the acts of that night.
  1064. >She knows you’re right, and even if you weren’t she wouldn’t argue.
  1065. >”Oh Anon... I’m so sorry! I... I had no idea! I didn’t mean to...”
  1066. “You didn’t mean to rape me? How do you ACCIDENTALLY rape someone?”
  1067. >She squeaks and shies away even more. Tears well up in her eyes.
  1068. >”I’m so sorry Anon... I thought y-you w-were *sniff* ready...”
  1069. >She starts sobbing. Huge, fat tears roll down her face.
  1070. “I wasn’t. I said I wasn’t.”
  1071. >”B-b-but...”
  1072. “But what, Fluttershy? You can’t take something like this back.”
  1073. >She cries even harder, hiccupping as she lets out deep sobs.
  1074. >”I... love...”
  1075. “I don’t love you, Fluttershy. You never even gave me a chance to. I love Applejack.”
  1076. >She looks up at your scowling face with betrayal in her eyes.
  1077. >Her entire world is crashing down around her.
  1078. >Her love turned out to be a lie, and she hurt him so deeply.
  1079. >And all this time she had no idea.
  1080. >Now she’s lost him to another mare.
  1081. >The look she has on her face tugs on your heartstrings.
  1082. >You wish it didn’t have to be this way. You wish you didn’t have to break her heart.
  1083. >But it’s the only way, isn’t it? For your own sanity at least...
  1084. >Honesty is the best policy, isn’t it?
  1085. >You’ve been living a lie in misery for all this time. Surely this has to be better?
  1086. >Fluttershy sees no compassion in your face.
  1087. >You’ve practiced it many times on your way to this confrontation.
  1088. >She looks down at the floor where her tears have soaked into the floorboards.
  1089. >She looks the picture of misery right now.
  1090. >You’ve traded your own misery for her happiness.
  1091. >And then something strange happens.
  1092. >She looks up at you.
  1093. #KRRRSH
  1094. >Her face has changed dramatically.
  1095. #WARN...
  1096. >She stares up at you with determination.
  1097. #ERR..
  1098. >Your head pounds, and all you can do is focus on her stare.
  1099. >It’s happening again!
  1100. #SIM... INSTA...
  1101. >You feel yourself sucked into those eyes. Those unyielding eyes that command you.
  1102. >The world around you shifts and distorts, and all you can see is her.
  1103. >”I... I won’t lose you! I can’t lose you!”
  1104. >She stands up and takes a step towards you.
  1105. >You command your body to run, to not have to experience the helplessness again. To not be powerless!
  1106. >”I’ll show you how much I love you.”
  1107. #SUB... FAIL...
  1108. What the hay...?
  1109. Fluttershy?
  1110. >You look down at your body, as it disappears in a flash of light.
  1111. >In its place is your usual orange coat. Your hooves have returned.
  1112. >It’s good to be in your own body again. But you still can’t move it.
  1113. “F-fluttershy, darlin’. Stop this nonsense...”
  1114. >She approaches you, not breaking her intense gaze on your eyes.
  1115. >She’s predatory in the way she’s stalking towards you. You can feel her intent boring through you.
  1116. >She’s going to rape you.
  1117. >And there’s nothing you can do.
  1118. >”It’s because I’ve not shown you enough affection, isn’t it? I’ll give you my most special thing. Then that’ll prove how much I love you.”
  1119. >Her eyes lustfully travel down your body, and you’re forced to follow with your own eyes.
  1120. >They end up on your crotch where you find a very alien piece of anatomy.
  1121. “WHAT THE HECK?”
  1122. >Your body is equine again, but where your teats should be you find Anon’s cock and balls.
  1123. “N-no, Fluttershy. Don’t do this. I don’t want this.”
  1124. >”QUIET.” She speaks. The force in her command is unlike anything you’ve heard before.
  1125. >You obey.
  1126. >”Now enjoy this.”
  1127. >She leans in close to your face, and closes her eyes as she tilts her head.
  1128. >Your body forces you to do the same, though your mind screams for you not to.
  1129. >Your friend kisses you deeply, tongues running over each other.
  1130. >You can taste her intimately. She was eating carrots before you came in it seems.
  1131. >She breaks the kiss.
  1132. >Her wings unfurl, and she flaps gently to drag you into the centre of the room.
  1133. >Your legs guide you, unthinkingly, to exactly where she wants you.
  1134. >She raises a hoof and pushes you onto your back.
  1135. >You muster all your strength to resist her spell and speak.
  1136. “Flutter... shy... stop...”
  1137. >She straddles you, face to face and boner to pussy.
  1138. >”I said for you to be quiet. Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
  1139. >She almost looks sad as she says that, as if she doesn’t want to do this.
  1140. >You are running out of sympathy for her though.
  1141. >You have to stop this, and diplomacy seems to have failed.
  1142. >You give it one last shot.
  1143. >You close your eyes and focus on moving your legs.
  1144. >Your left hind leg twitches.
  1145. >A little more.
  1146. >You shut your eyes to focus.
  1147. >Fluttershy leans down and forces open your muzzle.
  1148. >Her invading tongue runs along your teeth and gums, seeking to distract you from your task.
  1149. >You try to block out her touches. Her hooves stroking your sides. Her touch creeping ever further down, threatening to get closer to your new, sensual area.
  1150. >You manage to resist for a few more seconds and tense your hind hooves under your oppressor.
  1151. >You kick out with all your force.
  1152. >She yelps in surprise and sails through the air.
  1153. >You put all your energy into that kick, but Fluttershy lands a mere two feet away.
  1154. >It seems her paralyzing stare had more effect on you than you had hoped.
  1155. >You take this chance to try and run, but Fluttershy jumps on your back.
  1156. >”My mistake. I should have said for you to stop resisting. I should be more clear with my orders.”
  1157. >Your body seizes up again, even though you have your eyes clenched shut.
  1158. >She flips you over onto your back again, and you comply like her own private ragdoll.
  1159. >You feel tears escape your eyes as a terrible sense of hopelessness sets in.
  1160. “Please, sugarcube... Don’t do this... We can forget about any of this... Ahm sorry fer takin’ Anon. Yew can have him back. Please.”
  1161. >She doesn’t respond. All she does is lean in close so you can feel her breath on your wet cheeks.
  1162. >She licks your cheek, lapping up the salty tears.
  1163. >”Don’t cry. I promise it’ll feel good. You’ll feel my love soon enough.”
  1164. >Her soothing words have no effect on the ice daggers that stab your heart.
  1165. >She turns around 180 degrees and you can feel her breath on your erection.
  1166. >She lays her weight on top of your chest, and you’re face to face with her pussy.
  1167. >You can see that she’s winking already, excited in anticipation for what she plans to do.
  1168. >Her marehood drools sweet syrup, filling your senses with pheromones and the smell of honey.
  1169. >You’re lost in her scent, when you feel an entirely new sensation from your crotch.
  1170. >You look down to see Fluttershy’s tongue caressing your balls.
  1171. >She massages them gently, bringing one into her maw and rolling it around, while licking the other with her long tongue.
  1172. >For all the horrific emotions it’s causing you, your body complies with Fluttershy’s ministrations and sends pleasurable sensations to your brain.
  1173. >The wrongness of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks, but your new cock doesn’t care.
  1174. >It stands to attention, eagerly awaiting Fluttershy’s tongue.
  1175. >She drops your balls with a loud POP from her mouth.
  1176. >”You’d better get to work back there.” She advises in a way that makes it sound like it definitely isn’t advice.
  1177. >She returns to tending to your balls.
  1178. >You reluctantly extend your tongue, and touch her moist folds.
  1179. >Her honey drips down your tongue and all the way into the back of your throat.
  1180. >You quickly swallow before you choke, but by then the next gushing load is deposited onto your face.
  1181. >The pheromones fill your nostrils and make your head swim.
  1182. >You shouldn’t be affected by them. You’re a mare.
  1183. >But whatever is going on, for all intents and purposes you’re Anon.
  1184. >This is his memory. You’re playing his role. And Fluttershy is playing rapist to a tee.
  1185. >You return to licking her mound, flicking her clit when it shows itself.
  1186. >She moans and squeals, the vibrations tickling your balls and sending shivers up your spine.
  1187. >She decides your balls have been teased enough, and releases them.
  1188. >She repositions herself and licks the tip of your cock.
  1189. >The new sensations bring a blush to your cheeks, and you moan instinctively.
  1190. >”Don’t stop licking, or I’ll stop licking.”
  1191. >You comply, returning to your task.
  1192. >The fastest way out of this situation seems to be compliance.
  1193. >You decide to try and speed up this torture by sucking her clit out of hiding.
  1194. >She squeals as you pull it out.
  1195. >With the pressure on, you start licking her nub.
  1196. >Up, down.
  1197. >Side to side.
  1198. >She goes wild, moaning and screaming when you do a figure of 8 on it.
  1199. >Eventually you’re rewarded with a new face full of marejuice when she climaxes on your face.
  1200. >Her hooves fidget, and her wings shoot up from her sides, raising to their full height.
  1201. >You keep licking, and soon she regains her senses.
  1202. >She returns your generosity with a vigorous blowjob.
  1203. >She impales her mouth suddenly on your rock hard member, eliciting a deep groan from your throat.
  1204. >She bobs up, just as fast, using her tongue to tickle your tip.
  1205. >It’s all too much too fast! Your dick feels like it’s going to explode.
  1206. >She stops when she sees your balls tense up, just as you’re on the verge of cumming.
  1207. >”Now you’re ready. So am I.”
  1208. >She does another 180 above you, and positions her hole above your rod.
  1209. >”I-I love you, Anon!”
  1210. >She slams her full weight down on your cock, and you feel the resistance of her hymen shatter in an instant.
  1211. >Her eyes roll back in her head, as the pleasure and pain of it all overloads her senses.
  1212. >Blood oozes out around your cock, and her pussy spasms and contracts around you.
  1213. >It takes a few seconds, but her senses return, and she leans over you, planting her front hooves on your chest.
  1214. >She leans in for a kiss.
  1215. >She recoils as she tastes herself on your lips.
  1216. >She sits up straight, and you can feel her yourself shift inside her as she does.
  1217. >”I’ve given you my virginity, Anon. Now do you see?”
  1218. “No! I never asked for this!”
  1219. >She ignores you, and starts pumping up and down.
  1220. >After she worked you up so much, the sensations of her velvety tunnel are driving you mad.
  1221. >You want this to hurry up so you can get some release, but she’s taking it agonisingly slow.
  1222. >”You’re... going... to love... me...” She pants.
  1223. >You don’t. And you won’t.
  1224. >You just want this to end.
  1225. >You never wanted your friend to treat you like this.
  1226. >This isn’t how friends act.
  1227. >You start weeping again, even as your balls betray you, and you feel them getting ready to erupt.
  1228. >”Cum... For... Mama!”
  1229. >Fluttershy picks up the pace, and you feel her contract powerfully around you.
  1230. >The tight sensations are sending your cock into overdrive, and you feel that you’ll end this any second now.
  1231. >Sure enough, your balls release their load deep into Fluttershy, who groans loudly.
  1232. >You let out an extra long sob.
  1233. >She lifts herself off you, and the horrible fetid mixture of blood and cum spills out of her.
  1234. >She looks proudly at it, as if it were some sort of achievement.
  1235. >You simply cover your eyes with your forehooves, as it seems her enchantment has subsided.
  1236. >She stumbles over to her couch, with a smug grin on her face.
  1237. >She doesn’t even bother to look back at you. She’s convinced she’s won.
  1238. >And in a way, she has.
  1239. >Anon didn’t want to get raped. But she managed to anyway.
  1240. >Dear, sweet Fluttershy.
  1241. >You pick yourself up and sprint out the door.
  1242. >You run all the way to Sweet Apple Acres, tears streaming from your eyes.
  1243. >You make it to the homestead and collapse, curling into a ball.
  1244. >It was better to have lived with it.
  1245. >Confronting her did nothing.
  1246. >Maybe sometimes, it’s better to tell a lie.

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