SG eats the last of Anon's popcorn and gets punished appropriately


                                            Post number/s: 30842574; 30842578; 30842580;

                                            Original author: Anon


                                            "Wh-what, those are mine!"

                                            >"Not anymore they're not!"

                                            >Her magic takes hold of the bag and bring it above her head, before she tilts it towards her now open mouth

                                            >And you can only watch as the last few kernels drop in her mouth

                                            >She keeps her eyes in yours the whole time, her stare defiant and smirk smug

                                            >You slowly lift your fist in front of you, a menacing finger raised to silently tell her not to do whatever it is she's planning to do

                                            >But she doesn't listen

                                            >The madmare's smirk even widens as she closes her mouth

                                            "STARLIGHT!"

                                            >You scream in rage, nearly jumping forward as you empty your lungs

                                            >A small eep of panic escapes her lips, and she rolls on her back, getting ready to defend herself from your incoming onslaught

                                            >But it doesn't stop her from starting to chew on her, no, on YOUR delicacies

                                            >It doesn't take you more than three steps to find yourself at the edge of the sofa, and a blink later, you leap on your victim as she screams in terror

                                            >As much as a pony can with her mouth full, anyway

                                            >"Nho whait, Ahnon--!"

                                            >You don't care, you don't wait

                                            >Your hands instantly find her sides and shoulders as you lean down, maw open wide to show her your deadly fangs

                                            >She tries and stop you from getting any closer using her small fragile little hoofsies, but they're no match for an apex predator

                                            >Pleas and begs comes out as you close in on your target

                                            >But there's no brakes on the hape train!

                                            >And a moan, you mean, a guttural cry of doom escapes her throat as your lips, and fangs, especially the fangs, sink into the soft flesh of her neck

                                            >"Wai-ah-Wait, Anon, Twilight's in the next roo--mmhh~,"

                                            >Her hooves move from your shoulder and to your neck, wrapping themselves around the back of your head and pulling you in closer

                                            >Silly prey, she's even asking you to make it quick!

                                            >Your dangerous claws gently graze against her barrel and a shiver, of fear, of course, runs its way up her spine, her back hooves bucking next to your thighs in reflex

                                            >Now happy with having snapped her neck using your monstrous maw, you lift your head to stare into her eyes one last time

                                            "You took my snack, I make you my meal!"

                                            >Her loving, uh, terrified eyes are begging for mercy as your totally intimidating threat makes her heart skip a beat

                                            >But it doesn't stop her from chewing

                                            >She's taunting you!

                                            >She dares taunting you!

                                            >So you dive for the kill

                                            >Your lips crash against hers and your tongue parts her lips open

                                            >Which is totally a way to kill ponies, what with your acid saliva and shit

                                            >And she gives you a totally agonizing moan as your tongue finally meet hers

                                            >And she melts under you, and totally literally, like melt melt because you're a monster and she's a pony and she's beautiful and you love her

                                            >Fuck

                                            >You can't stifle a moan from escaping you, completely breaking character

                                            >She tastes like popcorn, and like blood and brain and stuff because she's dying and all

                                            >...

                                            >You lose yourself in her embrace for what seems like hours, her moans and sighs filling your mouth as you explore hers with your tongue and her hooves still caressing and tracing circles on the back of your neck and shoulders as her tail wraps itself around your leg to pull it oh so closer to her--

                                            >"Ahem!"

                                            >You both freeze, eyes opening wide and looking at each other for a second to realize that the noise didn't come from any of you

                                            >And a quick look up lets you find a really flustered, and kinda mad looking, purplesmart

                                            >"I-I know you really like each other and I know that it's normal for young couples to do... things together, but could you maybe not do it in my living room, and especially not do it while me and the girls are having a super important friendship meeting--"

                                            >The three of you snap towards the sound of muffled giggles coming from the doorstep, and sure enough, you find five heads poking out and looking at you and your prey, each with a different amount of blush on their cheeks

                                            >But the five heads instantly disappear when the Princess' stare comes their way

                                            >She rolls her eyes and groan in frustration

                                            >"A-anyway, we've got two hundred and forty five unused rooms in the castle, so why don't you... move there. You know. To do the things you want to do."

                                            >You're really having a hard time keeping your laughter in, even though you feel slightly embarrassed for having been caught

                                            >But Twilight doesn't give you the time to decide on what to do, already turning 180 and trotting away

                                            >"And clean your... ugh, your messes, I don't want to hear Spike finding anymore 's-smelly pools of white fluids' around, is that clear?"

                                            "Yes mom,"

                                            >You blurt out before you can stop it, but Twilight doesn't really pick up on it, a twitch of an ear being the only sign that she heard it

                                            >But this proves way too much for Starlight, and she starts heartily guffawing

                                            >You join her, of course, and it takes you both a good minute to regain some composure

                                            >And for you to realize that you're still oh so close to her

                                            >And that your heart is still beating really fast

                                            >And that hers is still beating really fast

                                            >And you're quite certain that it's not just from the burst of laughter you just shared

                                            >You lift a hand from her barrel, taking great care to caress her coat all the way up before you cup her cheek

                                            >She seems to catch on what you're planning to do, and she puckers her lips before yours even start to move down

                                            >You don't linger too much tho, much to her disappointment, if the pressure of her hooves on the back of your head and the tug from her tail still wrapped around your leg tells you anything

                                            "I'll go make us some more popcorn,"