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[FLUTTERRAPE] Anonymous: Sex Bomb - Part II

By Nebulus
Created: 17th December 2020 06:44:16 PM

  1. Originally uploaded to Pastebin: March 10th, 2013
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  4. >Day Trauma in Equestria
  5. >Wake up in your office again
  6. >You wince and gently put a hoof to your head
  7. >A bandage envelops your noggin
  8. >Frown and stagger over to the office door
  9. >Limp down the hallway to your secretary's office
  10. >Push open the door
  11. >She's sat behind her own desk filing her hoof
  12. >Does she even do any work around here...?
  13. >Clear your throat
  14. >She looks up and throws the hooffile over her shoulder
  15. >"Hello, Ma'am! How are you feeling?"
  16. Dizzy. Confused. The usual. What happened?
  17. >She smirks
  18. >"You got trampled by half of Ponyville after they jumped onto a straw that Anon was sipping from"
  19. ...Huh
  20. >You turn and go to walk out the door, still a bit dazed
  21. >"Wait! Ma'am!"
  22. >Slowly turn back around
  23. >"Are you sure you're ok? You look a bit beaten up"
  24. I was just trampled, Notework. Trampled. Yes I feel beaten up.
  25. >Notework's ears flatten and she looks sympathetically at you
  26. >"Would you like me to walk you home or...?"
  27. No.
  28. >Turn around
  29. >Turn back around
  30. Yes.
  31.  
  32. 1/?
  33.  
  34. >Notework escorts you out of the Town Hall and towards your house
  35. >She fusses over you
  36. >You just want to ask her one thing
  37. Why am I not in hospital?
  38. >She freezes
  39. >"O-oh. Uhh, well it was easier to patch you up in the Town Hall"
  40. And then leave me on the floor of my office, I see...
  41. >She solemnly looks at the ground as she walks alongside you
  42. >"I'm sorry... Ma'am..."
  43. >Pat her on the back and smile
  44. It's ok, Notework. I've been through worse.
  45. >On the first day of office you had a fight with a bear
  46. >It was the talk of the town for months afterwards
  47. >Tourism profits were boosted by 340%
  48. >It was advised that you fight bears more often, but you declined for obvious reasons
  49. >There weren't that many bears to beat up
  50. >You grin to yourself
  51. >Your younger years were filled with crazy nonsense like fighting bears
  52. >Father was an undercity cage fighter
  53. >Not a very well-known fact, that.
  54. >But he was a good stallion. He raised you well, fought to pay for your education. Supported you every step of the way through law school.
  55. >Sigh
  56. >You missed father at times...
  57. >"Ma'am? Everything alright?"
  58. What? Oh, yes. I'm fine. Just thinking of my younger years.
  59. >Notework laughs softly
  60. >"Younger years, Ma'am?"
  61. Yes... I used to wrestle bears you know!
  62. >"So I've heard, Ma'am. But I was just a filly back then. So I don't really remember."
  63. Psssh. Come now, you're not that young, are you?
  64. >"I'm afraid so, Ma'am. I'm 20."
  65.  
  66. 2/?
  67.  
  68. >Stare at her
  69. 20? Really?
  70. >"Yes, Ma'am"
  71. >Look ahead, the cogs in your head turning
  72. >Your own secretary was just a foal when you were running the town
  73. >Time flies...
  74. >A great sadness fills you as you near your house
  75. >Notework catches onto this
  76. >"Something wrong, Ma'am?"
  77. I...
  78. >Sigh and unlock your door, before stepping inside and turning to face her, still stood outside with a confused look on her face
  79. I feel old, Notework. I'm 47 this year.
  80. >She frowns at you
  81. >"That's not so old, Ma'am. You look good for your age."
  82. >Smile weakly
  83. Thank you, Notework. That means a lot.
  84. >Ponder for a second
  85. Take the rest of the day off. My treat.
  86. >She brightens up
  87. >"Really? Oh, thank you, Ma'am!"
  88. >She turns to leave
  89. Wait! Just uhh. Just one thing, Notework... If you don't mind.
  90. >She faces you again, her face glowing with happiness
  91. >"Anything, Ma'am."
  92. >Take a deep breath
  93. Have you ahh, done anything with Anonymous?
  94. >She gives you a sly grin
  95. >"I might have done, Ma'am. Why do you ask?"
  96. Oh n-no reason. You enjoy the rest of your day, Notework.
  97. >Slam the door shut a little bit too hard
  98.  
  99. 3/?
  100.  
  101. >Sink to the floor and stare at the hallway rug for a while, thinking.
  102. >When was the last time -you- ever had it off with a stallion?
  103. >Thinking, you can't remember.
  104. >Your daughter was 19 now, and your husband died from Whooping Clop a few months after she was born.
  105. >So that equates to...
  106. >19 years. It's been 19 years since you last got laid.
  107. >It can't have been that long. You've had stallions since then!
  108. >You think back on your life.
  109. >All those drunken work parties
  110. >All those inebriated bouts in your office
  111. >All that time spent-
  112. >You sigh
  113. Alone...
  114. >You drag your hooves upstairs and walk into the bathroom
  115. >A full body mirror is affixed to the wall
  116. >Blink and smush your face with a hoof
  117. >You're not that bad, are you?
  118. >To say that you've been Mayor of the most exciting town in Equestria for the last 15 years, you'd say that you looked pretty good.
  119. >Prod your face again
  120. >Your fur is smooth, and your skin is plushy. Only a couple of stress-related wrinkles can be seen around your eyes, and they're barely noticeable unless you peer closely
  121. >Frown
  122. >Your face scrunches up and more wrinkles appear
  123. >You immediately stop frowning
  124. >Look around, nervously, even though your house is only occupied by you.
  125. >...As it has been for 19 long years
  126. >Focus, Mayor. Don't let those thoughts drag you down. You've led this town through dragons and demi-gods. You can handle your own sex life.
  127.  
  128. 4/?
  129.  
  130. >You slowly turn and look at your own flanks
  131. >They're quite plump
  132. >Massage one with a hoof
  133. >Look around again
  134. >Look back at the mirror
  135. >Slap it
  136. >Watch as it jiggles a bit
  137. >Smirk
  138. >Yeah, you've still got a great ass after all these years
  139. >You stand before the mirror and look at yourself in the eyes
  140. >You're still hot. You've still got it!
  141. >And just because you've spent the last 19 years getting drunk and masturbating in your office doesn't mean you've lost the knack of picking up stallions!
  142. >You think about who you could focus on
  143. >You don't get out that much, considering all the strictly business work you do
  144. >Practically all of the stallions in town are taken as well, due to the hilariously unbalanced gender ratios in Equestria
  145. >Then who?
  146. >Tap your chin with a hoof, you see your face in the mirror scrunch up in thought
  147. >You can't go for Anonymous... He's slept with everyone.
  148. >Except Fluttershy
  149. >Giggle to yourself
  150. >...
  151. >You and Fluttershy are the only ponies in town he hasn't screwed yet.
  152. >By Luna he's even slept with all the stallions.
  153. >You're not as bad as Fluttershy, are you?
  154. >You think about the mare
  155. >She was a model, and is one of the most beautiful mares in town. So why hasn't Anon slept with her yet? Surely she's... Alluring?
  156.  
  157. 5/?
  158.  
  159. >Thinking back, you realise just how off-the-wall that pony really is
  160. >You've seen her set herself on fire, dress in latex, smear herself with olive oil, masturbate with a dildo the size of your foreleg in public, and even organise musical numbers
  161. >Yet Anon has never given in
  162. >You admire his tenacity
  163. >So if Fluttershy can do all that, and still not get him, what chance do you have?
  164. >You look at the floor, feeling miserable.
  165. >All you want is to get in the sack with an alien life form who's had more sexual partners than you've had months in office...
  166. >Is that really too much to ask?
  167. >...
  168. >No, you WILL get him.
  169. >You have the style, the resources, the wit, the strength of will-
  170. >You slap your flank again so hard you accidently moan
  171. >And you sure as hell have the body.
  172. >Raise a hoof to the ceiling and proclaim to the heavens
  173. I swear in Celestia's name, I WILL have sex with Anonymous!
  174. >"Good luck, Ms Mayor!"
  175. >You look to the side
  176. >Your window cleaner is grinning at you
  177. >How long as he been there.
  178. >Stare at him
  179. >He grins back toothily, then carries on whistling and smearing soapy water all over your window
  180.  
  181. 6/?
  182.  
  183. >Later that day, you head back to the office
  184. >You're going to need to plan this out carefully
  185. >Push open your office door and trot over to your trusty desk
  186. >Been here as long as you have, this one.
  187. >Pat it
  188. I'll get him, desk.
  189. >Look towards the framed picture of you and Anon on the wall
  190. I'll get him.
  191. >First of all, his address
  192. >Well you already know where he lives, having gone over there to berate him for damaging the town countless times. So no problems there.
  193. >Next, his habits
  194. >He usually spends all day running around causing trouble or trying to get some extra bits
  195. >If you carefully plant yourself in his path, then lay on the moves, you're sure to have him in the palm of your hoof!
  196. >Do ponies even have palms?
  197. >Doesn't matter. All that matters is Anonymous.
  198. >You giggle at the thought of seduction
  199. >It's been ever so long
  200. >But Anon can't last long against a mare of authority!
  201. >You spend the next 30 minutes plotting and scheming, giggling to yourself and drawing little doodles on tax forms
  202. >You haven't felt this excited in a while
  203. >A knock on the office door snaps you out of your frenzied planning session
  204. >You freeze and stuff all the drawings of you in lewd poses with Anon in the top drawer next to your Gin
  205. >Compose yourself
  206. >You're still the Mayor, dammit. You have to keep up appearances.
  207. Enter?
  208.  
  209. 7/?
  210.  
  211. >Anon pokes his head around the door
  212. >Oh.
  213. >This was rather unexpected
  214. >"Heey, Mayor. Heard about what happened with the riot. Sorry about that."
  215. >This is it. Time to be suave
  216. >You bat your eyelids at him and bite your lower bit, resting your head on a hoof while looking at him
  217. No problem at all... Anonymous...
  218. >He stares at you
  219. >You maintain the pose
  220. >He looks over his shoulder then back at you
  221. >"Are you ok?"
  222. Of course, just hanging around here, alone in my office... Shame there's no one here to 'assist' me.
  223. >Anon rubs the back of his head
  224. >"Well uhh. Alright then. What do you need help with?"
  225. >YES! HE FELL FOR IT!
  226. >You're on the homestretch, Mayor.
  227. >Grin at him and bat your eyelids again
  228. Ohh, you know... Just some ahh, 'paperwork'.
  229. >He shuffles nervously
  230. >"Sounds reasonable, I guess."
  231. >You're so close! This was so much easier than you thought!
  232. >Nothing could POSSIBLY go wrong now!
  233.  
  234. 8/?
  235.  
  236. >15 minutes later you and Anonymous are sat side by side filling out taxes and discussing the town's economy
  237. >"I'm just saying, this town could benefit from a better health care system. Ponies are having to pay far too much for simple injuries"
  238. I'll agree that the health care is flawed, but the doctors aren't going to pay themselves. They need that money to live
  239. >"But how much is needed? Doctors are getting paid huge sums of money, money that the people shouldn't have to pay. A health care system where the doctor's next pay-cheque is dependent on their patients getting injured is terrible"
  240. This town has had the same system in place for 9 years, and ponies have never complained to me!
  241. >"Maybe not, but I've seem good ponies shell out way too many bits for broken bones. A simple checkup costs 25 bits! Where's the sense in that? We're just a small town, Mayor. The ponies around here aren't exactly swimming in money."
  242. I'll look over the health care system tonight and get back to you. But I still think it’s fine, as it encourages ponies to be more careful in the workplace so that they don't have to worry about the medical bill!
  243. >"But that doesn't cover unforeseen accidents, Mayor. And they happen a lot. So what's an old pony going to do if he falls downstairs and breaks a hip? He can't be expected to pay for something that wasn't his fault!"
  244. Ahh, but that's where the pensioner fund comes in!
  245. >You both spend the next 2 hours talking and debating about economics
  246. >By the end of it, you agree to reform the health care plan and Anonymous leaves a happy human
  247. >Sigh happily
  248. >Another day, another problem addressed and solved.
  249. >Stare into space and think to yourself for a while in the silence of your office
  250. >Weren't you supposed to be doing something today?
  251. >...
  252. SON OF A B-
  253.  
  254. 9/?
  255.  
  256. >Day Legal in Equestria
  257. >Yesterday was a trial run. Anonymous is a tougher opponent than expected
  258. >But today you know what you're going to do.
  259. >You haven't run this town for 15 years to be beaten by an ape with a silver tongue!
  260. >March right up to his house
  261. >Bang on the front door
  262. >He opens it, dressed only in boxers and looking pissed off
  263. >"Fuck's sake, Fluttershy, what is it this ti- Oh, Ms Mayor. What can I do for you?"
  264. You... Uhh.
  265. >Crap. What was the plan?
  266. >THINKTHINKTHINK
  267. >TAXES
  268. >YES, PERFECT.
  269. Taxes!
  270. >"What about them."
  271. You uhh, missed your last payment on your house.
  272. >"But I no longer have a mortgage. I paid it all off 4 months ago."
  273. Oh.
  274. >He peers down at you and narrows his eyes
  275. >"Are you alright, Mayor? You seem... off."
  276. >Of course you're not alright.
  277. >You spent all last night in your office getting drunk and pleasuring yourself to the thought of Anon humping you and reciting the Health and Safety act of 1995.
  278. >You blush a little bit
  279. >"You look a bit red, actually. Want to come in?"
  280. Y-yes, please.
  281. >You walk past him and into his house
  282. >He shuts the door behind you and follows you
  283. >Walk into his living room and sit on his sofa
  284. >He leans on the doorway and frowns
  285. >"So what's up?"
  286. Uhhh. I just thought I would umm... Pay you a visit!
  287. >COME ON, MAYOR. YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! YOU'RE IN HIS HOUSE! PUT ON THE MOVES!
  288. >You stretch out and sprawl yourself across his sofa
  289. I just... Wanted to 'talk'
  290. >Flash him a grin
  291. >He gives you a deadpan look
  292.  
  293. 10/?
  294.  
  295. >Rub a hoof along your inner flank
  296. >Bob your eyebrows at him, while giving him a half lidded stare
  297. >He cocks his head slightly
  298. >"You're sure you haven't taken anything? No drugs or whatever?"
  299. >How is he so oblivious to your advances?! What kind of intense mental training did this human undergo to become so adept at dismissing a mare of your physique?!
  300. Well... I'm certainly on a drug, Anonymous
  301. >"Called?"
  302. Anonymous.
  303. >He groans
  304. >"Oh my god that was just... Horrible. Has that line EVER worked?"
  305. W-well, why don't you step over here and find out?
  306. >[Writer's note: It's fucking painful envisioning this kind of spaghetti in my head]
  307. >"Just stop, Mayor. Please."
  308. >You close your legs and frown at him
  309. Why? What's wrong?
  310. >"What are you even trying to do?"
  311. I'm...
  312. >You sit up and look away from him
  313. I don't know, Anonymous.
  314. >You clear your throat and get up off the sofa
  315. >Straighten your neck scarf thing
  316. I'm sorry about this little misunderstanding, and hope that we can move past it.
  317. >You extend a hoof
  318. >Anon shakes it
  319. >"Thanks, I guess. You sure you don't want to stay for coffee?"
  320. No no, I'm quite alright.
  321. >You trot out the door and back to the office
  322. >Anon watches you go
  323. >He sighs, and takes note of how shapely your rear is as you go
  324. >"That pony..."
  325. >He looks to the left
  326. >Fluttershy is smiling at him
  327. >She holds up a cucumber and some Vaseline
  328.  
  329. 11/?
  330.  
  331. >Get back to the office and sit in your seat
  332. >Stare at your hooves
  333. >You're not very good at this whole seduction thing, you'll admit.
  334. >Why are you even bothering? Anonymous isn't just going to kick down the door and rut you on the desk...
  335. >You glance up at the door, a hopeful look on your face
  336. >Nothing happens, and you sigh.
  337. >Reach towards the top drawer and pull out the gin
  338. >Screw looking after the town, you have issues to deal with.
  339. >Before you place the bottle to your lips, your secretary pops her head around the door
  340. >"Ms Mayor? Are you ok?"
  341. >She sees you about to neck an entire bottle of gin
  342. >Slowly put it down and smile at her
  343. Yes, Notework. I'm fine.
  344. >"You don't look fine. You look kinda haggard. Did you get any sleep last night?"
  345. >The area between your legs twitches at the mention of last night
  346. Of course! I suppose it's just one of those days, you know?
  347. >Notework frowns at you
  348. >"Well, Ma'am, if you're sure..."
  349. >She leaves and you reach towards the gin again, gulping down a large amount and slamming the bottle back on the desk
  350. >Get off your chair and walk to the window
  351. >Look out at Ponyville, watching your citizens walk around, happy and sexually satisfied.
  352. >Oh how you envy them
  353. >You feel almost depressed at the recent revelations in your life
  354. >You'd never stopped to think about your sex life since you came into office. It was just booze, your hoof, and those tubes they use to store rolls of parchment in
  355. >Something catches your eye
  356.  
  357. 12/?
  358.  
  359. >Watch with longing as Anonymous sprints through down, Fluttershy chasing him with a cucumber and a tub of vaseline
  360. >He trips up and goes down
  361. >Watch as Fluttershy smears vaseline all over him and tries to cram the cucumber up his ass
  362. >May as well help the guy out
  363. >You exit the town hall and trot up to the two of them
  364. >Clear your throat
  365. >They both freeze, Fluttershy in the middle of greasing up Anon's bare chest after she tore off he shirt
  366. >"Y-yes?"
  367. Fluttershy. Please leave.
  368. >"No"
  369. I'll rephrase that, leave now, or I'll call the police. As I should have done many times before.
  370. >She squeals and flies off
  371. >You look down at Anonymous, who is naked and covered in slime
  372. >Smile
  373. Want to come with me and clean up?
  374. >"Y-yeah, okay..."
  375. >You help him up and he follows you into the town hall
  376. >You show him the bathroom and he cleans himself up using copious amounts of paper towel
  377. >After a while, you're sat in your office, playing with the bottle of gin and staring at the pictures on the wall
  378. >A knock on the door brings you back to the real world
  379. Come in.
  380. >Anonymous walks in
  381. >"Thanks for the help back there, Mayor. I really appreciate it."
  382. No problem.
  383. >You look back at the pictures. Your gung-ho attitude gone.
  384. >What's the point?
  385. >"So uhh, wanna bang?"
  386. >Nod slowly
  387. Wait. What?
  388.  
  389. 13/?
  390.  
  391. >Anon is smiling at you
  392. >"Wanna bang? It's the least I could do."
  393. >You gape at him
  394. Seriously?
  395. >"Well yeah, I mean you helped me ou-"
  396. No no no, I was putting on the moves! I did everything right! My body is hot!
  397. >You stand up and slap your ass, looking at him desperately
  398. >He looks back, a bemused expression his face
  399. >"Well no, not really. I don't think "The moves" would even work in a porn flick"
  400. >He chuckles
  401. >"All you needed to do was ask. Everyone else did."
  402. >He motions to the bottle of gin on the desk
  403. >"That helps as well"
  404. >You're just staring at him
  405. But... But Fluttershy! Why haven't you done Fluttershy?!
  406. >He looks back, a cheery look on his face
  407. >"She doesn't wash, Mayor. But I notice that you d-"
  408. >You tackle that human so hard you think you might have broken his rib
  409. >Lock the door
  410. >Pull the curtains shut
  411. >And don't leave the office for the rest of the day
  412. >Several times he tries to escape, but you just drag him back inside the office
  413.  
  414. >7 hours later
  415. >Anon is led on the floor, staring at the ceiling, a distant look in his eyes
  416. >You sit on his belly and drink from your bottle of gin, wiping your mouth with a hoof
  417. >Look down at the "Sexual Dynamo" who slept with all of Ponyville
  418. >Shrug
  419. >He was ok.
  420. >You'd give him a 7/10 for stamina and managing to keep it up with you.
  421. >Smile and take a swig of gin
  422. >Anon groans again
  423. >"My dick hurts..."
  424. >Chuckle
  425. You still got it, Mayor.
  426.  
  427. 14/14
  428. The End
/FLUTTERRAPE/

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