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Anon Tricks Rarity into Thinking buttplugs are Fashion

By Globberzz
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-05-25 03:14:04
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  1. (Not mine)
  2. No.33915470
  3. Gonna do a little repost then continue a green from past threads. Get us some content.
  4.  
  5. >The Carousel Boutique, like many businesses in the sleepy town of Ponyville, had it’s slow days.
  6. >You wouldn’t know it the way Rarity worked though.
  7. >While the entire boutique sat empty save for you and her, she flitted back and forth between her work stations, busy as ever.
  8. >With three locations across Equestria, there were always orders to fill, designs to keep fresh, stitching to fix.
  9.  
  10. >“I’ll be right with you, dear. I just need to make sure we have enough silk for an order in Canterlot,” Rarity called over her shoulder to you.
  11.  
  12. “It’s fine, Rare. I’m in no hurry.”
  13.  
  14. >”Ooh, but I hate to be a bore of a host.”
  15.  
  16. >You watched with rapt attention as she trotted over to another desk, leafing through pages of an inventory book with her magic.
  17. >Your eyes were drawn to her rear, where a small blue ribbon had been tied at her dock, preventing her tail from covering her at most angles.
  18. >Nestled between her cheeks sat a brilliant diamond butt plug, glinting off the lights as she moved around.
  19.  
  20. “Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about boring me…”
  21.  
  22. >When you first arrived, Rarity had been ecstatic about new fashion possibilities.
  23. >A whole world’s worth of clothing designs had opened up to her, and you had been happy to oblige her with a vast array of high fashion knowledge.
  24. >All of which was untrue, unless one considered strippers and porn stars to be icons of fashion.
  25. >Regardless, nobles and commonpony alike ate up your new fashion suggestions, and Rarity had even named a line after you.
  26. >In several major cities now, high socks, fishnets, and striped panties were all common sights, as well as decorative plugs and tail adornments.
  27. >Of course, in Equestria, it was perfectly normal to go around completely nude, as well as casually ask for a quick fuck anywhere.
  28. >Didn’t matter who was there watching or what was happening at the time.
  29. >Family dinner at the cakes?
  30. >What sort of host doesn’t offer relief for their guests?
  31. >Ms. Cake was eager to go under the table while you talked with her husband and the twins had a miniature food fight.
  32. >To ponies, sex didn’t really have the sanctity it did for humans.
  33.  
  34. >Not that you were complaining of course.
  35.  
  36. >Especially when Ms. Cake asked sincerely if you’d let her swallow, as if you’d be doing her a favor by allowing it.
  37. >Yeah that was probably the point when the hot overwhelmed the weird real damn quick.
  38. >So you’ve been rolling with it ever since, and pushing the limits to boot.
  39.  
  40. >Rarity let out a small moan, her rear legs rubbing together for a moment before she returned to her task.
  41. >Speaking of pushing limits…
  42.  
  43. “Hey, Rares, how’s the plug feeling?”
  44.  
  45. >”Oh,” she said, blushing a bit, realizing you’d caught her little moment of weakness. “It’s quite wonderful, darling. A bit distracting at times but I’ve gotten used to it for the most part.”
  46. >”I can certainly see why human mares love to wear these and show them off.”
  47. >”It looks absolutely gorgeous, and adorns such an intimate part of me. Oh, and the utility! Not only does it look good but it helps keep me stretched and ready for anal any time.”
  48. >She shakes her head, and giggled to herself.
  49. >“Leave it to fashion to show me what Coco sees in anal.”
  50.  
  51. “So you’ve gotten used to this one?”
  52.  
  53. >”Oh, I’d say so. I barely notice it anymore. Just between you and me, dear, it used to hurt a bit and I hated when they Stallions asked stick it up my rump, but now I feel uncomfortably empty when I don’t have something up there. Can’t seem to sleep without a plug, in fact.”
  54. >Excellent.
  55. “Ah, well in that case have you thought about increasing the size to keep going?”
  56.  
  57. >She paused in writing something and turned to you, a worried look on her face.
  58. >”Increasing the size? Whatever for? I’ve finally gotten used to this one.”
  59.  
  60. “Well, maybe it doesn’t matter for ponies, but for human mares… Eh, nevermind,” you said, waving a hand.
  61. “It’s just a human fashion thing. You probably wouldn’t care.”
  62.  
  63. >”Wh—no! Of course I care, darling,” Rarity said, looking hurt now.
  64. >”Please tell me. Do your mares really use much larger ones? Is that… fashionable?”
  65.  
  66. >You nodded solemnly.
  67. “I’m afraid so. Simply settling for a small plug is considered somewhat shameful. In fact, our mares regularly show off how large a plug they can shove in their bum. Some get in plugs bigger than my fist.”
  68.  
  69. >Rarity’s mouth dropped and her blush came back full force.
  70. >”My word…”
  71.  
  72. “Mmhm, the bigger the plug, the higher the fashion. Our high society galas are typically populated with humans mares wearing gargantuan plugs, showing off how far they’ve come.”
  73.  
  74. >”I see… well I suppose I’ve rested on my laurels for far too long.”
  75. >Rarity began to pace, muttering to herself about the new manufacturing costs and how to start a new line of plug accessories.
  76. >And so your corrupting deed of the day was done.
  77. >As you stood to leave, Rarity spoke up, reaching a hoof after you.
  78.  
  79. >”Oh, Anonymous, wait! Could you please give me some advice? I can’t order a new plug yet but I know a simple enlargement spell I can try for now. Would you tell me when you think it’s appropriate for my next size?”
  80.  
  81. >She turned around and shifted her tail to the side.
  82. >Without warning, her plug was enveloped in a baby blue aura and began to shake.
  83. >Rarity groaned as the plug swelled, stretching her wider and wider.
  84. >It had started about the size of an average plug, probably an inch and a half at its thickest, and while you could only see the diamond stopper, you imagined it pushing past two inches now, perhaps getting close to three.
  85. >Rarity shivered and let out a small, pained whined as she spread her legs to accommodate the new plugs girth.
  86. >She looked back at you, silently begging for the sign to stop, but unwilling to without approval.
  87. >You let the plug swell for a few more seconds before finally holding up a hand.
  88. >Rarity’s magic faded and her legs nearly buckled.
  89. >She took a small, tentative step forward and a long, low moan escaped her lips as a long strand of marecum dripped down to the floor.
  90.  
  91. “That looks perfect, Rarity. You look just like a high society human.”
  92.  
  93. >Rarity, red faced and sweating, gave you a pleased smile as she carefully, slowly, made her way back to her desk.
  94. >”Oh, my, this is unng. OH, Celestia, it’s just like when I first tried plugs. B-But now it’s much more stimulating. A-Are you sure this is considered fashionable? I can feel my cheeks spread. Does it really look alright? It just feels so big now.”
  95.  
  96. “It looks wonderful, Rarity. For our women, it’s a point of pride to be able to take something so large and not let it break their poise. That’s part of why it’s admired.”
  97.  
  98. >”Th-That makes a lot of sense,” Rarity said, breathing heavily, laying her torso across her inventory desk for balance.
  99. >”I suppose I have a long way to go in that r-regard. Ooh, Anonymous I feel like I’m going to cum. It’s so big…”
  100.  
  101. >You gave her a shrug and shook your head.
  102. “Nobody said fashion was without sacrifice.”
  103. >Rarity nodded in understanding.
  104. >”Of course… humans really are all willing to push their limits for their art. It’s so fitting for such fashion geniuses. They suffer for their art then show the fruits of their labor as part of their ensemble. Oh it’s such a beautiful concept.”
  105. >She turned to you, somewhat awkwardly, but when you met her eyes, they were shining.
  106. >“Anonymous, thank you so much for sharing this with me. I promise I’ll work hard to live up to human standards.”
  107.  
  108. “I know you will, Rarity.”
  109.  
  110. >”Oh but I MUST get this news out. I have a contact who publishes Canterlot Vogue, and I’ll announce a new line of plug sizes post-haste!”
  111. >A small chime rang out followed by the front door of the boutique slamming shut.
  112. >Rarity’s ears flicked towards the sound.
  113. >”I’ll be right there!”
  114.  
  115. >>”It’s just me, Rarity,” a squeaky voice called back.
  116.  
  117. >Rarity whipped around to check her wall clock.
  118. >“Oh dear, it’s already 4. I’ll have to get someone to watch Sweetie Belle. Oh and she’ll need help with her homework so hopefully I’ll have time to swing by Twilight’s and see if Spike will help her.”
  119.  
  120. >Odd choice but you suppose Twilight would have taught Spike how to do most subjects well enough.
  121. >Twilight could even check their work.
  122. >Except...
  123. “Aren’t Twi and Spike visiting Ember for the ritual of flame this week?”
  124.  
  125. >Rarity put a hoof to her face.
  126. >”Oh, that’s right. How could I forget. I’ll have to send her to Applejacks. Maybe Big Mac can help.”
  127.  
  128. >Sweetie trotted in then, hefting her saddle bags off her back.
  129. >Her face lit up when she saw you.
  130. >>”Mr. Anon!”
  131. >She galloped across the room and lept at you, and you, having been through the routine with the little scamp enough times, caught her mid leep and held her princess style.
  132.  
  133. “Hey, how’s my favorite squeaker?”
  134.  
  135. >>”Hey, I don’t squeak!” she said, her voice cracking her last word.
  136. >You gave her a smug look and her eyes darted to the side, tail coming up in an inadequate attempt to block her blush.
  137. >Dang, these little horses are gonna be the death of you.
  138.  
  139. “It’s okay. It makes you super cute. It’ll go away when you’re older anyhow.”
  140.  
  141. >>”Well… maybe it’s not so bad.”
  142.  
  143. >”Anon, would you mind taking Sweetie Belle to Applejacks for me?”
  144.  
  145. >>”Wait, what?” Sweetie Belle said, turning to her sister. “I thought you said you’d help with my homework. You’re like… the best at this kind of stuff.”
  146.  
  147. >”I’m sorry, Sweetie, something drastic has come up.”
  148.  
  149. >Sweetie Belle narrowed her eyes.
  150. >>”Does it have to do with stupid fashion stuff?”
  151.  
  152. >Rarity gasped and scowled at her sister.
  153. >”Fashion is NOT stupid. Honestly, Sweetie Belle, for a girl your age, you really should be more interested in looking fashionable. Especially if you want to grab the attention of a certain someone.”
  154.  
  155. >Sweetie Belle’s eyes shot wide.
  156. >>“Rarity!”
  157.  
  158. >”Oh hush,” Rarity said, as she began packing several suitcases with clothes, this time moving much slower and taking small, shuddering breaths now and then. “B-Besides, hoo my, I’m sure you’d rather do your homework with Mac instead of me with a polymorph potion. Celestia knows i wouldn't last long right now anyhow...”
  159.  
  160. >>”I guess…” Sweetie Belle said, letting out a sigh.
  161.  
  162. “What kind of homework is this?” you said. “Maybe I can help?”
  163.  
  164. >You could feel Sweetie Belle tense in your arms, and she looked up at you, mouth slightly open.
  165. >>”R-Really? You’d want to help me?”
  166.  
  167. >”Sweetie, don’t you start pressuring Mr. Anon. I’m sure he’s got plenty of older mares hoping for his attention today.”
  168. >Well… admittedly that was true.
  169. >There were quite a few mares poised for a go at you for a number of reasons.
  170. >Rumors of how you treated your partners had spread like wildfire since you started helping yourself to a fuck here and there.
  171. >Your stamina, along with the angles you could achieve with your size meant you could leave mares a quivering, drooling mess if you really wanted.
  172. >And you did.
  173. >Often.
  174. >But the reality was, you had no hard set obligations.
  175. >Just a bunch of feisty mares looking to sate their curiosities.
  176. >Or go for seconds.
  177. >Whatever the case, the townsmares could wait a day if it meant helping out Rarity’s sister.
  178.  
  179. “No, really. I don’t mind, Rarity. I’m happy to help.”
  180.  
  181. >Rarity hesitated, looking up at you while biting her lip.
  182. >”Are you absolutely sure about this, darling? Normally this is something her father would have to do. You really don’t have to.”
  183.  
  184. >Sweetie didn’t say anything.
  185. >She just watched you, fidgeting with her hooves over her chest.
  186. >The filly looked almost hopeful for some reason.
  187.  
  188. “Well… what kind of homework are we talking about here? If it’s just math or english, it’s not really a big deal, right? I bet I can even help with writing. Hands and all that.”
  189.  
  190. >>”Oh um,” Sweetie said. “It’s nothing like that. It’s an oral assignment.”
  191.  
  192. “Oh, easy. We’ll run through your material than you can practice until you nail your presentation.”
  193.  
  194. >Sweetie Belle’s mouth slowly dropped open, looking for all the world like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
  195. >Suddenly she squirmed out of your arms and dashed down the hall to her room.
  196. >>“I’ll go pack my toothbrush! Have fun in Canterlot, sis!”
  197.  
  198. ~
  199.  
  200. >You ended up accompanying Rarity to the train station while Sweetie Belle headed to the apple farm.
  201. >The older of the sisters had overpacked, as usual, so you helped carry a fair share of bags.
  202. >Though it wasn’t anything too bad.
  203. >As manic as Rarity could be, she always looked out for her friends and made sure not to burden them too much.
  204. >At least, not without giving back twice what she got.
  205. >So it didn’t surprise you when she brought out her bitpurse and offered a bright ruby for your troubles once you reached the station, but you politely declined.
  206. >If you were honest, just watching her walk through town was payment enough.
  207. >Her new gait had taken on a strangely provocative sway with her new, doubly large plug.
  208. >Each step emphasized how tight she was packed, with her hindquarters bobbing a bit higher than normal, tail flicking upwards with every so many steps.
  209. >She had to stop several times to catch her breath too.
  210. >Her marehood winked as she let out little moans, her anus clenching around her metal invader.
  211.  
  212. >As expected, several stallions took notice and offered to relieve her, but Rarity refused, saying she’ll be just fine thank you, or, you’re a dear but I simply must get to my train.
  213. >Rarity had that kind of ladylike charm that could make rejection sound like a compliment, so most of them didn’t mind too much.
  214. >You could tell by the longing looks they really wanted to have a go at her though.
  215.  
  216. >”Oh I should be able to handle this much surely, right?” she’d said, looking up at you for confirmation.
  217. >She was red faced, sweaty, and leaned on you for the second time on your walk to steady herself.
  218.  
  219. >Maybe this was too much.
  220. “You’re doing fine, Rarity. Just remember not to push yourself too hard at first. Be sure to take a break and let the plug shrink down after the train ride.”
  221. >”Ooh, that’s right the train…” Rarity said, biting her lip.
  222. >”The vibrations are going to drive me mad… Ooh, but I must learn to tolerate it. Stay poised, stay focused.”
  223. >She nodded to herself, drew herself up and marched on towards the station.
  224. >At least, she marched as well as one could with a giant plug in their ass.
  225.  
  226. >One bought ticket and a very affectionate goodbye kiss later, and you found yourself walking down the dirt path to Sweet Apple Acres.
  227. >You tossed the ruby in the air, watching as the sun gleamed through it before you caught it again.
  228. >Rarity had been insistent in giving you something in the end, though she justified it saying it was a babysitters fee and you could put some of it towards pizza or a movie if you liked.
  229. >It was a fair bit more than you’d ask for some babysitting, especially since you’d planned to do it for free in the first place, but you could always find some other way to pay her back.
  230.  
  231. >In the meantime, you had some homework to help with.
  232.  
  233. ~
  234.  
  235. >The Apple farm sat nestled among the hills on the outskirts of town, not out of sight but certainly far enough to keep the sounds of town away.
  236. >The quiet always enforced a kind of rural, relaxed atmosphere despite not being far.
  237. >Sorta like you could strip naked and walk around outside without having to worry about prying eyes, if that made sense.
  238. >Of course, nopony would have minded you stripping down in town EITHER but that was besides the point.
  239.  
  240. >You sat Applebloom’s room now, holding two identical homework sheets and wondering when this bizzare misunderstanding would suddenly make sense.
  241. >At the top of the sheets said the word Oral assignment 1.1 in friendly, colorful letters.
  242. >Next to the title stood a cute little chibi pony, sucking what you were convincing yourself was a black popsicle, and looking for all the world like it was the most delicious popsicle known to horsedom.
  243. >...
  244. >Shit, that’s definitely a horse co—
  245. >”What’s wrong, Anon?”
  246.  
  247. >You glanced over the sheets and into Sweetie Belle’s large, blue eyes.
  248. >She tilted her head at you, mouth slightly open as you stared back, still unsure what to answer with.
  249.  
  250. >”It doesn’t look too hard, does it?”
  251.  
  252. “Er, well, just…”
  253. >You glanced down at the sheets again, flipping through them as if the act itself would miraculously change what you were seeing.
  254. “Aren’t you a little young for this?”
  255.  
  256. >Sweetie’s ears sank back.
  257. >”I’m not that little. I’ve got my cutie mark...”
  258.  
  259. >Before you could contemplate arguing with her, Applebloom bolted into the room, her mother Pear Butter, strolling in after her.
  260. >>”Heya, Mr. Anon!” Apple Bloom said, practically vibrating with excitement.
  261. >>”Sweetie Belle said you were gonna’ help us with our oral assignment!”
  262.  
  263. “Well, actually-”
  264.  
  265. >She stood up on her hind legs and hugged your side.
  266. >>”Thank you thank you thank you! Mah Pah and brother’s corn stalks are way too big and I can’t hardly get my mouth around em.”
  267.  
  268. >>>”Now, Apple Bloom,” Pear Butter said, coming up behind her daughter. “Y’all know better than to use language like that.”
  269.  
  270. >>“M’sorry. I meant their cocks.”
  271.  
  272. >You slowly turned to Pear Butter, who simply smiled up at you, proud as could be.
  273. >>>”Ah try to teach ‘em the basics of talkin’ the talk but she’s still workin’ on it. Oh, and thank you so much for helping out the girls. It means a lot to me that you’re willing to help out some younger fillies while Bright Mac is busy.”
  274.  
  275. “Uhhh…”
  276. >What.
  277. >Is going.
  278. >ON.
  279.  
  280. >Pear Butter tilted her head.
  281. >>>”Hun, you okay? Ya look like y’all seen a ghost,” she said, putting a hoof to your forehead.
  282. >>>“Need a drink? I have some fresh apple cider downstairs if ya like?”
  283.  
  284. >HNG.
  285. >Dammit, this horse was a 10/10 on the fuckable nice lady scale, but this whole situation was way too weird.
  286. >There’s no way this is right.
  287. >They had to have given the girls assignments from like… whore school or something.
  288. “Pear Butter… did you take a look at the assignment the girls have?”
  289.  
  290. >You held the sheets out for her to read and her eyes scanned across them a few times.
  291. >She glanced up at you for a moment, frowned, then read the sheet again.
  292. >>>”I’m afraid I don’t know what’s got ya all in a tissy, Anon. The girls ought to be learning this sort of thing. If anything it’s a little late. Their bodies are already preparin’ for their first heat.”
  293.  
  294. >You balked.
  295. >LATE?!
  296. >They were fillies!
  297. >Casual sex was one thing, but fillies?
  298. >Fillies were not for fucks.
  299. >Fillies were for tender hugs and careful rearing.
  300. >...right?
  301.  
  302. >>>”If y’all are havin’ second thoughts, that’s okay.”
  303. >You looked up and saw Pear Butter, giving you the most adorable, worried look you’ve ever seen.
  304. >Dammit, don’t look at me like that.
  305. >Pear gave her daughter a comforting hug while the filly looked at you then her mom in a way that made your heart ache.
  306. >>>”We were just hopin’ you’d help teach the girls. Sweetie don’t have no studs at home and my stallions got cocks like a fifth leg. Ain’t no good for teachin’ foals with.”
  307.  
  308. >Oh…
  309. >Yeah, you can see how that’d be a proble—wait.
  310. >Did she just call your dick small?
  311.  
  312. >>>”I was mighty excited when I heard my little girl might get to learn from you, Anon. The mares in town been singin’ your praises every day to me.”
  313.  
  314. >I mean you’re above average for a human.
  315. >And ponies weren’t THAT big.
  316. >Well at the same time, you probably did look small next to Bright Mac and Big Mac.
  317. >I mean his name was Big Mac for a reason.
  318.  
  319. >>>”The girls have to learn sometime, and I’d rather it be with a stallion like you.”
  320. >Not that you were jealous or anything…
  321. >I mean if you wanted, Zecora could give you a potion of size increase.
  322. >...
  323. >You don’t need it though.
  324. >Size doesn’t matter.
  325. >It’s how you use it and all that.
  326.  
  327. >Suddenly a pair of bright blue eyes took over your vision as Pear Butter reared up and placed her hooves on your shoulders.
  328. >>>”Oh, I knew somethin’ was wrong. You must be dehydrated from helpin’ all them mares all the time.”
  329.  
  330. “Huh?”
  331.  
  332. >>>”Now you just sit right there and don’t you move. I’ll go down and get ya a drink. Then we can talk about the girl’s lessons.”
  333. >>>”Even if you just want to help me demonstrate, that’d be a big help, but the girls really need some hooves on lessons from an expert stallion like yourself.”
  334.  
  335. >Oh, right, the foalfucking lessons.
  336. “Uh, sure, but I mean, just to be clear, you really want me to, you know? Have sex your youngest daughter?”
  337.  
  338. >Pear giggled and gave you a bright smile.
  339. >>>”Hun, ain’t nopony I’d rather it be with my little girl,” she said, bending down and wiggling her nose against her daughters.
  340.  
  341. “And it’s not a big deal for me to have sex with foals? Like in general?”
  342.  
  343. >Pear Butter paused and pursed her lips for a moment.
  344. >>>”Now I know you’re not from around here, Anon, but we’re a might bit on the traditional side of things in Ponyville. The younguns learn and participate as soon as they’re able and interested.”
  345. >Huh...
  346. >>>”My Daddy taught me and took care a’ my first time at Bloom’s age, and Bright Mac had his first with Granny Smith around then too. S’important for a foal to learn about their bodies early.”
  347.  
  348. “Ah… okay then.”
  349. >A tradition of incest?
  350. >Way to stick to the stereotypes guys.
  351.  
  352. >Pear Butter gave you a sweet smile then turned and headed down the stairs.
  353. >>>”I’ll just be a moment, hun! Oh I wonder if Mac is back with that doohicky from Dr. Hooves.”
  354. >You turned to the two fillies, both looking at you with adorably puppy-eyed expressions.
  355. >Sweetie Belle looked like someone had stolen her favorite teddybear, while Apple Bloom seemed almost guilty.
  356. >Dangit, why they gotta be so cute.
  357.  
  358. >>”Anon,” Apple Bloom said in her painfully southern drawl. “Are ya not gonna let me suck your willi—er, cock? I promise my mouth is real warm and nice. And Ma let me swallow Mac’s cum a bunch so I’m ready and I promise I won’t spit.”
  359.  
  360. >”I-Um!” Sweetie Belle said, sensing she should probably make an argument on her behalf too. >“I promise to try really hard! I h-haven’t gotten a chance to do anything yet but I really want to see what you taste like down there. My sister really likes it and I wanna try too.”
  361.  
  362. >...
  363. >Fuck, why’d that give you a boner.
  364. >Both girls noticed Anon jr within seconds of each other and looked back up at you with hopeful smiles.
  365. >NO! DON’T LOOK HAPPY DAMMIT.
  366. >Okay Fuck, just think rationally about this for a second.
  367. >On one hand, nothing is wrong with foal fucking here and they’re not like humans so maybe it’s different.
  368. >On the other, they’re still little fillies.
  369. >But then again, you got their parents and siblings blessings and they’re both counting on you to teach them.
  370. >But they’re fillies.
  371. >And if you do this, it’s not like you’re breaking any personal rules or anything. I mean you pretty much left your world’s morals at the door a long time ago, and it’s not like you’re a good person anyways.
  372. >You actively deceive ponies about earth culture, and go out of your way to fuck married milfs.
  373. >Cuz they were the best honestly.
  374. >They had a lot of experienced and knew how to work everything they had and it’s not your fault their husbands didn’t have human stamina and fucking power.
  375. >B-But, foals were so cute and small and… and…
  376. >You looked back at Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.
  377. >Both girls had their eyes locked on your hardon, looking at it like dogs eyeing a steak.
  378. >Sweetie Belle didn’t even notice the little bit of drool creeping down the side of her chin, while Apple Bloom swallowed and licked her lips.
  379. >Even from this angle, you could make out their tight little plots and you swore you could smell that familiar scent of a mare raring to go.
  380. >Your dick twitched.
  381. >...
  382. >Fuck it.
  383.  
  384. “Fine, you can do your blowjob homework on me.”
  385.  
  386. >Both girls leapt forward and hugged you, rambling their thank yous and assurances they’d do a good job and you wouldn’t regret this and they’d totally share and not fight over the load.
  387. >Meanwhile, all you could think about was how soft their little butts felt in your lap, pressing against your dick.
  388. >Yeah, you’re definitely going to hell.
  389.  
  390. >Whatever. At least you could enjoy the ride there.
  391.  
  392. ~

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