Unlimited Hug Works


                                            >You stare intensely at the small slip of paper in your hands.

                                            "No, really, where did you get this Fluttershy."

                                            >"Y-you gave it to me Anon. You don't remember?"

                                            "Even if I was blackout drunk, I wouldn't have given you an "unlimited hugs pass.""

                                            >You hold the paper up to the sun, trying to find any imperfections in the Celestia watermark that covers the sheet.

                                            "Did you get Twilight to forge my signature? Does she even know what my signature looks like?"

                                            >"I just wanted one hug..."

                                            "And I want to know how you faked my agreement to "give the bearer of this certificate as many hugs from the signee as is asked.""

                                            >Desperately, you try giving it another rip.

                                            >The paper shimmers with a technicolor sheen, holding as fast as it had when you first were presented with it.

                                            >Stupid unicorn magic.

                                            "Alright Little Miss Counterfeit, last chance before I turn you in to the authorities. Where did you get this from?"

                                            >"I already t-told you Anon, we went down to the courthouse together and you signed this right in front of me. It was just two days ago."

                                            "Flutters, the last time I went to the courthouse was three months ago when I was confirming that they don't offer restraining orders."

                                            >"B-but... you were there... And you gave me hugs too..."

                                            "Now I know you're definitely lying."

                                            >"But-"

                                            "Here's what's going to happen horsie, I'm going to hold onto this fraudulent document you've made, I'm going to boot you off my property, and then I'm going to finish the breakfast you interrupted. Again."

                                            >Fluttershy's eyes mist over as you pocket the slip of paper, her confused expression turning mournful.

                                            >"That's not fair Anon, i-it's official, you have to- EEEP!"

                                            >Fluttershy terminates her plead with a squeak as you quickly lean down and grab her flanks, lifting her over your head.

                                            "Life's not fair. Don't come back."

                                            >With your final parting words spoken, you launch the pegasus over the shrubbery that borders your yard.

                                            >She tumbles through the air in an awkward spiral before landing with a crash behind your bushes, having had no time to spread her wings.

                                            >You stomp back inside and slam the door shut, muffling the soft cries coming from behind your greenery as you head back to breakfast.

                                            "That cereal better not be soggy."

                                            >It was.


                                            "I told you Twilight, I didn't sign it and I'm NOT giving her any hugs."

                                            >It was well into the afternoon, and your porch was now entertaining uninvited guests for the second time today.

                                            >"Anon! This is a document that gives Celestia's direct authorization to enact whatever contract is agreed to on it. Its legal power is the same as a royal decree, you have to hug her!

                                            >"P-please Anon? It's just one hug..."

                                            "Shut up Fluttershy, I know you're not stopping at one. As for you Twilight, how many times do I have to say it, I've never seen this piece of paper before today."

                                            >"Fluttershy says you were with her the whole time though, how else could your signa-"

                                            "I never went near her that day, I spent that entire weekend home alone, eating pizza and watching movies."

                                            >"The entire weekend alone? Anon, that's just not believable, no one could spend that amount of time all by themselves."

                                            "Don't you start with that friendship crap again Twi, if I just kept to myself from the start I wouldn't be in this mess to begin with. And if you can't zap this stupid paper away, go write a letter to your boss so she can undo this. Fluttershy hugs are a cruel and unusual punishment."

                                            >"But y-you were hugging me for hours a-after we got the paper signed... A little more than hugging too..."

                                            "Aww ech! First fraud and now slander, c'mon Sparkles, do something."

                                            >Twilight again scans the document held aloft in her horn's corona, squinting at the watermark and the matching stamp that denotes its authenticity.

                                            >Having reached a verdict, she carefully sets the paper onto the ground behind her and turns to face you, her face beginning to show signs of a blush.

                                            >"Anon... Let her hug you or I'll have to... restrain you."

                                            "You'll have to WHAT?"

                                            >Twilight's horn sparks dangerously as she takes a step closer to you.

                                            >"By acting outside the accordance of a royal decree, you are breaking the law and will be treated as such. I w-would hate to have to tie you up with my magic Anon. Just... comply. Haha. Comply to me."

                                            >Twilight's blush has reached an intensity of equal strength to the glow from her horn, her tail anxiously flicking behind her as she continues to advance.

                                            "Twig you can't arrest me, you're not a police officer, you're a freaking intern- HEY!"

                                            >An unseen force jerks your arms behind your back, pinning them together at the wrists.

                                            >A glance behind you reveals that your wrists are now conjoined by twin purple circles of light, runes dancing between them.

                                            >You give them a shake but your feeble attempt at unlinking them is fruitless.

                                            >"W-wow it worked? You really can't get them off? Haaaa~"

                                            >Twilight's laugh comes out as more of a moan than you're comfortable with.

                                            >She's shivering now, her back legs rubbing against each other languidly.

                                            >Fluttershy bites her lip, staring on in a mixture of concern and anticipation.

                                            >"B-be careful with him... if you want to that is..."

                                            "You whorse, take 'em off! You have no right to- oouf!"

                                            >Your vision flashes purple and you're knocked onto your back by an arcane bolt from Twilight's horn.

                                            >On regaining your bearings you notice that your feet are now fettered by another set of mystical cuffs, and you have similar success decoupling them.

                                            >"O-oh, Twilight, you could have hurt him! Are y-you alright Anon?"

                                            >A yellow, pink-maned face stares down at your new position on the floor of your porch.

                                            >To the other side of you, Twilight trots quietly with slow, shaking steps until she's adjacent to your head.

                                            "THIS IS A GROSS MISUSE OF JUDICIAL POWER, JUDICIAL POWER THAT YOU DON'T EVEN OWN!"

                                            >"Anon."

                                            "YOU HAVEN'T BEEN GRANTED ANY AUTHORITY BY THE STATE, YOU'RE JUST THE PRINCESS' LIBRARIAN!"

                                            >"Anon."

                                            >Twilight straddles your head with her hind hooves, taking a seat on your clavicle.

                                            >With a wave of her horn, a blurry purple shape begins to materialize, grasped by one of her outstretched front hooves.

                                            >It's difficult to make out from your belly-up position but after a few seconds it fully solidifies into what looks uncomfortably like a ballgag.

                                            >"Anon, I'm going to make you s-stop talking now. Would you like to use this gag, or the mystery gag?"

                                            >Twilight pervertedly grins down at your immobile form, dragging her unfortunately soaking crotch back and forth across your upper chest.

                                            >Fluttershy's wings jerk upright in reaction, each of her wing muscles erect and straining.

                                            >"U-uhm, Twilight... C-can I...?"

                                            >"Anything below the head is yours Fluttershy."

                                            >You begin to panic, rolling slightly in an attempt to break the magical forces keeping you bound.

                                            "So are we completely abandoning the pretense of the certificate now or what."

                                            >"Mystery gag it is then."

                                            >As you feel the tug of your pants being removed, Twilight lifts her pelvic region up off of your torso so as to show off her gleaming plot, musky strands linking your collar and its twitching folds.

                                            >You turn away in what you feel confident is a natural reversion, aiming your gaze at anything else.

                                            >As you turn, a glint catches your eye, almost like the sun bouncing off a glass pane.

                                            >There, off in the distance, on top of the hills that border your neighborhood, almost camouflaged in the verdant growth that covers the landscape, is a tall, lanky humanoid.

                                            >He's green, wearing very little clothes, and has a question mark on his face obscured by a pair of binoculars whose lenses shine in the midday sun.

                                            >You'd recognize that body anywhere. Or that giant crap-eating grin.

                                            >It's you.

                                            "TWILIGHT THERE'S ANOTHER ANON OVER ON THAT HILL HE'S WATCHING US, IT WAS HIM THE WHOLE TIME-"

                                            >Your shouting is immediately quelled by Twilight roughly mounting your face with her marehood, drenching your mouth and nose in warm horse-fluid.

                                            >Your now exposed crotch experiences a similar sensation as it is enveloped by a slimy, clenching hole.

                                            >As you get gangraped by the moaning ponies, you can only sit and stew, experiencing how awful it truly is to suffer a "bad end" orchestrated by the hands of one of your own.

                                            >And the fact that not only is there another one of your own, but that he stole your binoculars.

                                            >That jerk.