Rag Doll by CYOA_AiE


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                                            [Original Author CYOA_AiE(pastebin.com/u/CYOA_AiE)]

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                                            >You lean back into your couch and grit your teeth. Gripping Raggie by her bottom, you stroke hard as she arches her back, adding to the grinding you're already providing.

                                            >Reaching climax, she leans forward and envelops your cock as you cum buckets into her fabric, and all over her neck.

                                            >Letting go of her, you go rag-doll and pant as Raggie looks over the cum on her body.

                                            >She rolls to the side and picks herself up before walking over and sitting by you.

                                            >With her usual smile, she looks right into your eyes before looking back down at your throbbing dick.

                                            >Getting back up, she walks over and uses her hoof to clean off the remaining cum, and paying special attention to just under the tip.

                                            "N.nah I'm good, thanks."

                                            >Picking her up, you sit her on your lap and nuzzle the top of her head affectionately.

                                            >Taking a sniff, you lean back with a grimace.

                                            "Oh Raggie, you smell awful."

                                            >Offended, she looks back annoyed and points at her stomach as you think back. This past week you have been pumping and dumping the poor girl without a wash.

                                            "Ok, ok, sorry. That was my bad. Lets get you cleaned up."

                                            >Getting up, you walk over to your bathroom and into the shower. Running the hot water, you grab a bottle of dish soap and head in.

                                            >Squirting it on her stomach, you work up a lather and run her under the shower. Basking in it, she washes her face as you smile and clean her off.

                                            >Eye to eye in the shower, your heart skips a beat as you feel your dick growing again. Kissing her passionatly, you turn her around, quickly undo her button flap and push her against the wall before sticking your dick right in her button hole.

                                            >Squishing her against the wall, water and soapy suds squirts out of her as she takes your brutal thrusting.

                                            >Cumming buckets insider her stuffing, you let out a loud moan before sliding down and sitting on your ass. A happy smile across your face.

                                            >Raggie comes up and angrily flails before throwing a shampoo bottle at you.

                                            >You cant stop fucking this cute doll.


                                            >You brush your teeth while looking into to the mirror as Raggie comes crawling up and onto the sink.

                                            >You give a quick glance to her before going about your business. As you do, she reaches for a plastic container and screws off the cap.

                                            >Gulping down a few mouthfuls, she swishes it around and spits it out into the drain before screwing the cap and setting it next to your toothpaste. On it the label reads ("Pony Personal Lubricant")

                                            >You spit out too and let the water run to wash away the lube and backwash.

                                            >Taking her to bed, you get cozy as she crawls under the sheets.

                                            >As she pulls down your boxers, you fold your arms behind your head and relax as she begins to orally pleasure you.

                                            >The wet slapping, and slurping can be heard loudly as her velvet mouth hugs your dick.

                                            >Blowing your load, you exhale in ecstasy as she comes out the sheets and hops off the bed.

                                            "Thanks Rags, needed that."

                                            >She smiles your way and nods as she uses a toothbrush to scrape out the cum from her mouth before guzzling down a cap full of Listerine and gargling.

                                            "Hey, is that my fucking toothbrush?

                                            >Today was a buy a new toothbrush kinda day.


                                            >Inside your dryer, Raggie struggles to dump the last of your clothing into the basket below and tiredly leans against one of the tumblers before wiping her forehead.

                                            >Suddenly you come walking by as she notices you and waves, not noticing her, you go to the washer and open it.

                                            >As she tries to climb out, you toss in a handful of clothing. Pushing her back in, and buried under the damp cloth.

                                            >Pile after pile you cram it in before closing the door. Cranking it up to max, you tap the button and send the dryer tumbling.

                                            "Hey! Raggie! You wanna watch a movie!?" You shout before walking out of the laundry room.


                                            >An hour later, the dryer buzzes to a stop as you come back in with an empty basket.

                                            >Opening it, you look in at the all dry clothing. Reaching for it, Raggie comes flying out from under the clothes and shoves a metal button into your cheek.

                                            "Jesus Christ that burns!!!"

                                            >She never did your laundry again.


                                            >You and Raggie sit side by side and watch a movie as you eat pizza.

                                            Grabbing one particularly greasy slice, you cautiously try to shove it into your mouth as a big, wet grease stain plops right down on Raggie. Landing perfectly inbetween her thighs.

                                            >She looks down at it and looks to you as you look back with an awkward grin.

                                            "Wow, thats bad. We..we gotta get that cleaned up."


                                            >Laying on her back, she spreads her legs apart as you come up with a stain removing stick.

                                            >She holds her front hooves to her face as you gently bring the tip to her crotch area.

                                            >Slowly you run the stick up and down as you work the grease spot. Her legs wiggle a bit as she tries to shimmy away.

                                            "Cmon, I'm almost done."

                                            >She bites down on her hoof and bares it as you finish up. Letting go, she rolls over and walks away while scratching herself and jumping into the washer.

                                            >Today was an odd cleaning day.'


                                            >Raggie stands on a counter and uses a wooden spoon as a cane while she walks up to a simmering pot.

                                            >Dipping it in, she stirs it as steam comes wafting out. Her button eyes fog up as she looks down at the sauce before pulling back and lifting the spoon.

                                            >Setting the spoon down, she picks up a large, white apron and ties it around her neck. Grabbing the spoon again, she takes a few steps forward towards you.

                                            >Walking over the apron, she trips and falls flat on her face as the spoon comes crashing down and tumbles over the counter.

                                            "What was that!?"

                                            >You come rushing into the kitchen to see Raggie face down on the counter, your sauce pot simmering to a boil, and a red spaghetti sauced spoon on the ground.

                                            >Picking up the spoon, you grab Raggie by the back of the neck and bring her to eye level.

                                            "You all right?"

                                            >She reaches for the spoon desperately as you look at it.

                                            "What? You want this?"

                                            >Bringing it up to her, she snatches it and forces it into your mouth.

                                            "Mmpf!" You exclaim in surprise as you awkwardly suck on the sauce "Mmmm~"

                                            >Popping it out, you lick your lips and smack your mouth.

                                            "Damn Raggie, thats some good spaghetti sauce. You made it?"

                                            >She smiles and points to a jar on the table, on it is a white label with a crudely drawn ("Raggie-oo sauce.")

                                            >Today was a she is a surprisingly good cook kinda day.


                                            >Raggie patiently stands on a table as you hold her stump of a hoof. The fabric that comprises her protruding out, she looks at you cautiously sewing her dismembered hoof back on.

                                            >Attached, you gently run your hand down her newly attached leg and caress her hoof.

                                            "Hows that? Feel better?"

                                            >You let go as she makes a walking motion and nods. Being able to support herself, she continues standing as you go to work on her head.

                                            "Sorry about this, the cakes have really good kids, they just get excited is all."

                                            >Pushing down on her stuffing, you pinch the fabric closed and begin to weave in the needle. Grabbing some backup fabric, you top her off and sew it in place.

                                            “Hows that?” You ask as you bring up a mirror.

                                            >She looks over herself and bounces her mane while looking at all the angles before nodding. Not waiting, you grip her ear and apply the patch. Working from the bottom, you seal off the tip of the ear and give it a good rub. She bashfully smiles and flicks her ears as you feel them.

                                            “Not bad work if I do say so myself.” You admire crossing your arms together.

                                            >She looks over her body and points at her back leg, you look it over and notice you missed a spot.

                                            “Oh, sorry.”

                                            >Grabbing the needle, you set her on her rump as she extends her leg for you to get a better reach. With a quick patch job, you close her up and notice a piece of fabric lightly dangling on her rump.

                                            “Oh, you came undone here too.”

                                            >You gently press on the flap and peel it to the side, seeing a button right under tail, and a stitching line running from top to bottom.

                                            >She slaps you across the face and gets up while pressing closed the flap. Quickly scribbling something, she throws the pad at you, it reads (“Pervert!”)

                                            >You later realize just what you actually saw.

                                            >Today was a You had to buy her so much apology fabric softener kinda day.


                                            >Raggie sleeps peacefully on your couch as you sneak up behind her.

                                            >Turning her over, you scissor her stomach open and ready the vibrator. Setting it inside her, you sew her back up and leave just enough to turn it on.

                                            >Flipping the switch, you quickly sew her closed as she wakes from the vibrations.

                                            >*BZZZZZZZT* It drones as her body vibrates furiously. She jitters and skitters across the couch as she looks at her stomach.

                                            >Rolling over, she tries to get up but her legs keep trembling, causing her to lose her balance.

                                            >On her back, she looks at the ceiling as her body continues to vibrate all over the couch.

                                            >You clutch your sides laughing at her misfortune and wipe a tear from your eyes.

                                            >Sighing, you leave her alone as she just looks at the ceiling vibrating.


                                            >Later in the day, you watch TV on the couch as Raggie comes vibrating across the floor on her back with a smile.

                                            >At the kitchen, you come walking in for a soda and see Raggie mixing cake batter. Using only the vibrations, she grips the spoon and mixes aggressively.

                                            >In bed, you rub the back of your neck in pain and sigh tiredly. Raggie comes up and rubs her hooves together before turning you over, getting on your neck, and using herself as a personal massager.

                                            >With the sounds of the vibrator, you drift into sleep as Raggie stokes your head.

                                            >Today worked out better than intended.


                                            >At your home, Raggie sits on your counter propped up against a book.

                                            >It was not uncommon for her to just ("Zone out") and remain motionless like the doll she was.

                                            >You weren't sure if she was sleeping, pretending, or just out of her body. Still, you knew she was not there.

                                            >The door opens to your home as you and Lyra come walking in. She gives an uproarious laugh as you laugh alongside her.

                                            >In Raggie's button eye, there is a dull reflection of the two of you.


                                            >Late at night, you and Lyra clink your champagne glasses together while sitting on the couch.

                                            >She swirls her hoof around the glass while giving you a knowing smirk "I can't believe you're so funny, BonBon always tells me you're such a pain."

                                            "Wow, I can feel the love."

                                            >She laughs as you get up.

                                            "Well, I'll be right back. Don't stop the movie."

                                            >As you pass Raggie, she turns her head slowly to you before turning toward Lyra.

                                            >She sips at her drink as Raggie slides off, and walks to the couch.

                                            >With a thud, Lyra looks behind her and sees nothing "Anon?" With no reply, she shrugs and looks forward.

                                            >Not far away, she sees Raggie sitting alone on the next couch. She gives a light hearted chuckle and looks back "Real funny Anon!"

                                            >Looking back, she gasps as the doll slowly turns to face her and points a hoof at her. Lyra screams and bolts off the couch, before running outside and into the night.

                                            >You come down the hall in a flash buttoning your pants.

                                            "What happened Lyra!?"

                                            >Seeing nothing, you walk to the couch and see Raggie sitting by the popcorn and looking at the movie. She turns to you and pats on the empty seat next to her.

                                            "Damn it Raggie."

                                            >Today was a doll blocked kinda day.


                                            >Friday night at your place as you sit on a couch and ready the record player, setting the needle down, the speakers boom to life as a rock ballad begins to play.

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                                            >Raggie comes walking out from her little prop set and takes wide strides before swaying her hips as she sets her “arms” behind her head.

                                            >Smirking at you, she walks right over to you and begins to dance on your chest as the lyrics kick in.

                                            >She sensually runs her hoofs down her body and swishes her tail against your chin before giving you a wink.

                                            >You give rhythmic nods to her as you both enjoy the music, and you personally enjoy the show. Putting her back to you, she bends forward and smacks her rear before swaying it side to side.

                                            >Running her hoof along the flap, she bites her lip begins to slowly undo it. One button pops off as you get a small peek of her pink fabric.

                                            >Working on the second button, you lean in when suddenly the door swings open as Twilight comes in “Say Anon, you got any..” She stops when she looks over and sees you on the couch with a huge boner, and a doll lying lifeless on your stomach. “I’lllll just..come back later.”

                                            >Slinking away, she closes the door as Raggie comes back to life, dusts herself with a huge blush on her face, and buttons herself back up before sliding off you and walking to your room.

                                            >Today was a no striptease for you kinda day.


                                            >You look yourself over the mirror and nod before looking at Raggie on the bed.

                                            "Hey Raggie, you ready?"

                                            >She nods as you go over and pick her up before heading to the door, and taking off.


                                            >In town, Raggie's head bounces up and down in your handkerchief pocket with each step as she keeps her lifeless doll disguise.

                                            >You walk up to Carousel Boutiuqe and knock, still motionless, Raggie’s lifeless eyes look forward as you wait. Knocking again, you tap your foot impatiently as you hear hoofsteps coming up.

                                            >The door opens to reveal Sweetie Belle, “Oh, hey Anon.”

                                            “Hey, is uhh Rarity here?”

                                            >She shakes her head before noticing the doll and gasping, “Oh! You’re here for a patch job!? I can help you with that! Rarity’s been teaching me how to sew, see?!” In an instant, she produces a hideous cloth item made up of assorted sweaters, pants, skirts, and something you cant identify.

                                            >You lean back in disgust while covering Raggie.

                                            “No! Uhh..I mean, no. No thank you. I…only really trust Rarity to work on her, she has sentimental value you know?”

                                            >”Oh.” She replies disappointed looking to the side and flicking her ears before giving a snobbish (“Hmpf”) “Well Rarity is at Pinkie’s.”

                                            “Thanks Sweetie Belle.”

                                            >With that, you nod and walk away as Raggie bounces around.


                                            >At Pinkie’s, the doorbell gives its friendly jingle as you come in. Pinkie waves at you as you come up to the counter, “Hi!”

                                            “Pinkie, is Rarity here?”

                                            >”Mmmm, nope, sorry. She took off already.”

                                            >Annoyed, you sigh and turn around.

                                            “Well, thanks anyway.”

                                            >”Wait!” She yells out as you stop and look back.

                                            “Sup?”

                                            >”Can I borrow your doll? PLEASE?”

                                            “No.”

                                            >”Awww cmon, she’s such a cutie. I bet Pumpkin Cake would LOVE her.”

                                            “God no! She’s not intended for rough play.”

                                            >Pinkie blows a raspberry and gleefully teases “Meanie.”

                                            “So do you know where she’s at or not?”

                                            >”Twilight’s place I think.”

                                            “Ok.”


                                            >Walking out, Rainbow Dash comes swooping by and comes to a stop right by you. She notices your doll and snickers before bursting into laughing, “Anon, seriously!?”

                                            “What?”

                                            >”A little filly’s doll?”

                                            “Jealous?” You smirk as Rainbow rolls her eyes good humouredly.

                                            >”Whatever” She smiles flicking her ears, “So, this is the famous Raggie that Twilight’s always talkin about.”

                                            “One and only.”

                                            >She leans forward and looks it over before pulling back, “So, you doing anything today?”

                                            “Just lookin for Rarity, need her to do a small patch job for me.”

                                            >”Oh, well she’s at Applejack’s.”

                                            “What? Pinkie told me she was at Twilight’s.”

                                            >”Well I just came from there, and she WAS there.”

                                            >Exhausted, you slump your shoulders, and stand upright.

                                            “Well thanks for the heads up, now I just gotta hope I catch her before she takes off again. Talk to ya later man.”

                                            >With a quick wave, you begin walking away as Dash heads into Sugar Cube Corner. With night quickly approaching, you pick up the pace and find yourself at Sweet Apple Acres.

                                            >The lights from the inside can be seen as you walk up to the door and knock. A few moments later, Applebloom answers, “Oh, hello.”

                                            “Hey. Umm, is Rarity here?”

                                            >”May I ask who is asking?”

                                            “My name’s Anon, I’m kind of a customer of hers.”

                                            >”Oh, well let me get her then.”

                                            “Thanks.”


                                            >She softly closes the door as you can hear assorted voices in the background, a few moments later Rarity answers “Evening Anon, Applebloom told me you wanted to talk to me?” Without waiting for an answer, she looks down and sees Raggie in your pocket, “Oh, you needed another patch job? Darling,” She laughs “That could’ve waited till morning.”

                                            “Yeah, but it was one of those things were the longer I stayed out, the more I had to do it.” You joke as Rarity laughs back.

                                            >”Don’t I know it darling, well, let me see her.”

                                            >Using her magic, she levitates Raggie out and puts on some small glasses; she turns her to look over the fabric. Spotting a few torn up patches, she rubs her chin with a hoof and nods “Yes, yes this is easy enough. It’ll be just a moment dear.”

                                            >Humming to herself, she readies a needle and thread as she brings out a small brown fabric roll and begins to patch her up.

                                            >Done, she brings her over to you and lets you grab her before taking off her sewing glasses, “There, right as rain.”

                                            “Thanks Rarity, how much I owe ya?”

                                            >”Well, seeing as you went through all the trouble to find me, lets just say its on the house.” Chipper at the good news, you smile.

                                            “Oh, thanks.”

                                            >”Think nothing of it.” She waves with a hoof, “Happy to help.” Looking at the doll, she smiles at you “Anon, can I ask you something?”

                                            “Sure, I guess.”

                                            >”This doll really means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”

                                            >You think for a moment on how to reply that before smiling at her.

                                            “Honestly? She’s the most important thing in the world to me.”

                                            >Rarity nods hearing this as she puts away her tools, “Truly you’re an admirer of the cloth like I am, I’m happy to know another enthusiast.”

                                            >With that, you wave and walk away as Rarity closes the door.


                                            >At home, you snore loudly in bed as the sheets around you litter the bed and floor. In the dark living room, Raggie sits alone on the couch with a small lamp by her and scribbles on her whiteboard. ("Dear Rag-ary, today was wonderful. Master and I spent the day together in town, and we got to talk to lots of ponies. Even though I couldn’t talk personally, Master spoke volumes of me, which made me happy. And…”

                                            >She thinks back to you as you stand before Rarity and repeat.

                                            “She’s the most important thing in the world to me.”

                                            >In sheer delight, she squishes her cheeks together and lets out a loud *Squeak~!* before looking around and furiously erasing her entry on the board.

                                            >In your room she crawls onto the bed, and by you before snuggling up under your chin and closing her eyes. Though no sound comes out, she mouths “I love you too.” Before dozing off herself.