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>Be NEETpone, shut-in mare extraordinaire
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>It's a tough existence, living off the fat of the Equestrian welfare system, but you make do
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>You're part of an elite few; only a handful of ponies in Equestria have been declared so inept and unfit for labor that they are granted the title of "NEET"
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>In a land where ponies are predestined to enter the career to which they are most suited, somehow you have been destined to end up alone, useless, and consigned to small dark apartments for the rest of your life
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>As the years pass, you are shuffled from settlement to settlement, the bureaucracy of Canterlot relieving you of your home whenever it is deemed more suited for ponies who actually work
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>A few stints in Manehattan, then some hellish years in a rundown section of Baltimare, followed by a painfully dull, almost prison-like existence living in a forgotten closet somewhere in Fillydelphia
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>Every time your residence has gotten a little smaller, a little less humane, and all the more separated from the rest of the civilized world
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>You've come to regard each new domicile as temporary, grown detached from your own surroundings
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>You don't even bother to decorate your new home whenever you arrive, instead choosing to sleep on the bare floor surrounded by white walls
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>Your daily life is a nightmare, spent mostly lying around in the dark
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>You've grown so unaccustomed to interaction with other ponies that you can barely speak anymore
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>It's hard enough just to roll out of your ragged sleeping bag and drag yourself to the sink for a cup of water
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>Your diet is horrendous, your body - all skin and bones now - kept alive by instant noodles and fried hay chips
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>When you're not sleeping, you occupy your time with some stupid new game you've ordered out of a magazine
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>You receive everything by mail, too afraid to step out your door unless absolutely necessary
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>There was one time when you were certain the mailmare forgot you existed, because food shipments stopped coming to your door
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>You'd rationed your meager supplies for a week, trying to summon the courage to go outside and ask for help, but you just couldn't do it
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>After days of eating nothing at all, someone knocked at your door, leaving a package behind
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>Turns out your neighbor had been getting all your things accidentally, and had never realized that somepony lived next door
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>He only found out when he went to the post office to complain about all the packages he'd been receiving
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>From that day on you'd imagined that he must be incredibly handsome and sexy
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>You've always wanted a coltfriend, but there's no way a mare like you could land one
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>There's a million mares out there fighting over stallions, how could somepony like you ever compete?
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>You'd resigned yourself to masturbating forlornly in the dark, imagining the handsome stallion next door plowing your poor untouched cunt
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>Marrying you, turning you from some useless mare into an industrious housewife
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>It's all you wanted, really
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>At least as a cocksock you would be doing something useful, right?
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>And yet you knew that dream would always lay forever out of reach
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>You weren't even good enough for a casual fuck
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>You didn't want that anyway… you wanted romance, love, marriage
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>The stuff you'd dreamed about when you were younger, before your life became the horrible mess it is now
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>But could someone like you even afford to have standards? You'd be lucky if a stallion even spit on you
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>The thought sends shivers of pleasure down your spine
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>You think about males all the time, how you want to worship them, serve them, pleasure them
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>Everything about a stallion's body turns you on; you've fetishized every single part
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>His mane, his breath, his asshole, his balls, everything you can possibly imagine
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>You want to give him everything, do anything for him
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>If you could just find a coltfriend you know that you would be the best special somepony he'd ever had
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>You'd work so hard for him, you'd suck his cock, you'd cook his noodles, you'd hug him and sleep with him and do whatever he wanted
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>You'd love him and never leave him, and he'd love you too
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>Right?
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>...
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>Deep down, you know that you'd just fuck it all up.
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>Why would he even want you, anyway?
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>You're just a useless NEET
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>You don't even DO anything
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>You can barely take care of yourself
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>Stallions aren't looking for a useless mare who just lies around all day, they want someone with energy, purpose, drive
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>All things you lack
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>Outside of eating, the only thing you can muster the motivation to accomplish is masturbation
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>Day in and day out, rubbing your achy little clit
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>Celestia how it aches, every freaking day
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>You curl in on yourself, moaning into the mildewed fabric of your sleeping bag, your hoof running endless circles around your swollen button
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>You've lost count of the winks and spasms, the endless spurts of your own stinking juices soaking into your bedding
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>Thousands upon thousands of times you've masturbated, the pleasure of your orgasms fueling you to live for another day
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>How you wish your virgin cunt could be used for its intended purpose, to sheathe the needy cock of a horny male
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>You want to feel his dick buried inside you, you want to feel his hot cum filling up your womb, you want it - you need it - and yet you can't have it
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>Every time you cum you just feel more and more desperate, more and more lustful, in need of someone to mount you, to bite your neck, to breed you
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>The agony builds every single day, even as the ecstasy of your hours-long edging sessions and body-shaking orgasms distract you
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>You NEED a coltfriend so fucking badly
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>The feeling is overwhelming
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>Some nights you can't sleep because you just start crying uncontrollably
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>Will this torment ever end? How can it?
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>You're useless, you can't even go outside, can't even put out a personal in the newspaper
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>You're stuck here, alone, and that's never ever going to change
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>Princess Celestia, help me, please, you beg; Princess Luna, please… somepony, anypony…
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>But your prayers go unanswered, except in the form of the small bag of shiny bits that arrives monthly at your door
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>The benevolent smiles of the Princesses mock you from the coins' golden faces
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>And so your torment continues, lying around day in and day out, waiting for the next time you are inevitably relocated
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>That is, until a knock comes at your door.
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>As is your custom, you lie perfectly motionless, making not a sound, until you are certain the knocker has disappeared
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>This time, however, something is different
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>Your heart leaps into your chest when you hear something whisper under your door
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>Cold sweat beads on your forehead
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>You lie in silence for half an hour, too terrified to move
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>When finally you are certain the coast must be clear, you crawl slowly over to the door
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>In the gathered shadows, you see an envelope has been thrust into your abode
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>With shaking hooves and clattering teeth you tear it open to read its contents
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>"Dear neighbor, I hope this letter finds you well. I'm sorry to intrude, but there is apparently a leak in one of the pipes between our apartments, which is causing my bathroom to flood.
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>"I spoke to the owner about it, and she offered to call a workman, but I told her that I can take care of it. Unfortunately, it looks like the pipe is only accessible from your side of the wall, which means I'll have to come in and fix it myself.
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>"If this will be a problem, please don't hesitate to let me know. Otherwise I'll be by tomorrow around 2 PM. Thanks, Anonymous"
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>Not even halfway through the letter you started hyperventilating; by the end you are in full panic
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>Head between haunches, rocking from side to side, you groan in utter despair
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>No no, leave me alone, I'm just a NEET, don't look at me, don't look -
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>You cry quietly, tears rolling down your cheeks and onto the floor
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>What is he going to think when he sees the state of you? Of your apartment?
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>This is nothing new, you've known about the leak for weeks
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>It's utterly destroyed your bathroom; the water stain is creeping into the hall
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>It must have gotten so bad that it's damaging your neighbor's apartment now too
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>And what about you? Disgusting you?
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>You barely even clean yourself
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>You've been relieving yourself into your empty bags and boxes and cartons and throwing them out with the trash
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>The kitchen sink is full of rot, the floors are filthy and coated with grime, and your sleeping bag… Celestia, you don't even want to think about your sleeping bag
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>It's practically an extension of your own body, having soaked in so much of your effluvia
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>What can you even do? You can't even pretend to not be there
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>If you don't let your neighbor in he'll just call the owner again
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>You can't leave the apartment, there's no where for you to go
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>You can't hide…
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>Or could you?
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>Maybe you could just leave the door unlocked, and then go sit in the closet and not leave until he's finished
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>Yes, yes, that could work…. he'd never even know you were there
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>Sure, he'd see the absolutely dismal state of your apartment, but you know that you, stuttering, incoherent, would never be able to fashion a reasonable excuse
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>Better to just let him come into what he thinks is an empty apartment, do what he needs to do, and then leave
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>It's the perfect plan
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>With a sigh of relief, you curl up on your sleeping bag
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>Feeling your stress fade away, your mind immediately turns to lewdness
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>A male, a real life male, was going to be in YOUR apartment
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>You could hardly believe it
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>Maybe he'd leave some of his scent behind
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>"Awuh…"
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>You moan quietly, shivering, imagining his maleness rubbing off into your surroundings, close enough that you could almost touch it
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>Just the thought of his impending presence is enough to make you cum, your legs twitching as you piss once again onto your bedding
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>Your horny clitoris pulses with need, your hoof out of reflex reaching down to sate it
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>The thought of tomorrow is enough to fill your mind with thoughts of him, your sexy neighbor, the smell of him lingering in the air for you to sniff and masturbate to to your heart's content
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>Hours later you fall asleep, empty-bellied, sated by the pleasure of your fantasy
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>From your dreamless sleep you are awoken by the sound of knocking
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>"Eh?" You roll onto your stomach. "What?"
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>With a sudden, horrible shock, you sit up
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>No, no, how could this have happened, how could you have slept this long?
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>You cast around wildly for a clock, remember immediately that you don't have one, and then freeze in total panic
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>Knock, knock, knock
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>"Hello?" comes his voice
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>No - no - no - no no no no no no!
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>How did you sleep until 2 PM? You must have masturbated for so long and cum so hard that you just passed out
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>What can you do now? What can you possibly do?
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>You can't possibly just go over and unbolt the door, he'd know you're home, he'd know you're here -
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>But if you wait, he'll just tell the owner, and you can't have that, no, that would ruin everything -
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>You have to let him in, but how? Everything is a mess, everything is awful
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>Oh Celestia, everything smells, you smell, it's everywhere, your mess is everywhere
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>And worst of all, you can still feel it
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>The need pulsing between your legs, your marehood twitching, juices dripping down your leg...
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>It knows, it knows a male is right outside your door, a male wants to come inside -
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>No, no, that's not why he's here
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>But your heart is pounding, your head swimming, your cunt aching
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>You have to THINK
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>You take a deep breath
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>Okay
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>You know what you have to do
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>Gingerly you roll up your sleeping bag and throw it into the corner
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>You then trot over to the door
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>With all the time you've wasted, your neighbor might not even be there anymore
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>You'll just have to hope he hasn't given up yet
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>Steeling yourself, your entire body screaming in fear and agony and incredible arousal, you unbolt the door with a shaking hoof
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>Standing just behind the door, out of sight, you slowly pull it open
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>Eyes squeezed shut, barely breathing, you hide against the wall, behind the open door, praying that your neighbor can't see you
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>At first all is quiet, and you fear that he has already left
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>Then:
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>"Uh, hello? Is somebody there?"
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>The sound of his voice nearly makes your heart stop
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>You feel like you're going to die when you hear his footsteps, so close to your trembling ears
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>A moment later he is standing inside your apartment.
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>"Anybody here?" he asks. "It's me, Anon."
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>Every part of you is tensed, your eyes are shut tight, your body shaking violently
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>Please don't close the door please don't close the door please don't close the DOOR -
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>"Huh," he says. "Well that's weird. Might as well get to work I guess."
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>You nearly breathe a sigh of relief when he steps further into the apartment, but stop yourself just in time
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>Instead you peek just around the door, camouflaged in the dark by your long, greasy black mane
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>When your eyes alight on Anon, your heart flutters in your chest
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>He's not a stallion - he's a human
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>A human here, of all places
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>He looks so odd, so alien
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>So tall, so strong…
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>Your marehood responds immediately, winking wide, images of him ravaging you flashing in your mind
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>Him picking you up, plunging his hot human cock in your cunt, stretching you open, bouncing you in his lap -
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>You can't stop the faint moan from escaping your lips, warmth pooling between your legs
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>Anon doesn't seem to hear
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>"Jeez, smells like a barn in here," he says.
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>In one of this strange human hands he clutches a box of tools
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>He hefts it up, its contents clanking, and sets off down the hallway toward the kitchen and the bathroom
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>Shortly afterward you hear him cursing loudly
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>He must've found the bathroom, seen the extent of the mess
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>You sit behind the door, paralyzed by indecision
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>Should you just stay here and hope for the best?
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>Or should you risk discovery by moving to the closet, where he surely would not find you?
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>You feel so strange - your whole body is trembling
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>Would it really be so bad if he saw you?
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>He's male, you're female…
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>He'd see that you're so clearly in need, wouldn't he?
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>He'd help you… he'd fuck you… wouldn't he?
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>Drooling against the back of the door, you can feel the rational part of your mind slipping away
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>But it then snaps mercilessly back into place
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>You know how disgusting you are.
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>Underweight, stinking of piss and body odor, with a stringy black mane and tail
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>Not even the horniest, most disgusting bachelor of a stallion would want you
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>And Anon isn't even a member of your species
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>You would have to be absolutely insane to think that it would ever work out in your favor
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>In all likelihood Anon would be scared shitless if he ever saw you
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>He'd call the owner immediately to report what a freak you are
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>Tartarus, you'd be lucky if he didn't call her anyway, after seeing the utter disaster zone that is your apartment
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>No normal member of society lives like you do
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>He probably thinks you're dead, or that you don't even live here anymore
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>Either way he's probably going to call her
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>You are completely and utterly fucked
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>Despair washes over you suddenly in a wave, and you can't help yourself as the tears fall unbidden
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>With both front hooves you cover your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of your crying as you sit on your haunches, your nethers coated with your own wetness
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>Suddenly you hear the sound of footsteps approaching from the hall
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>You gulp back your tears, trying to quiet yourself down
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>Anon is grumbling to himself
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>Something something disgraceful, something something horrendous
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>He's seen it all, he knows it all
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>He knows everything about you, and he knows how horrible you really are
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>The rebuke, however indirect, draws an uncontrollable sob from your throat
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>The footsteps stop.
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>You freeze, clamping your hooves in your mouth, eyes shut tight
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>No. No no no.
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>You can't stop shaking, the floor is rattling beneath you…
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>A light breeze alights on your face as the door is slowly pulled away
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>Desperately you cover your face, trying to block out the light, trying to stop him from seeing you
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>"N-No - No - Nooo!" you cry
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>"Oh Celestia," Anon says. "Oh God."
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>You burst into tears, losing all sense of reason
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>It's over
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>It's all over.
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>You can't stop it.
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>He sees you.
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>Your life is over now.
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>Celestia take me, you think to yourself.
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>You feel a presence in front of you.
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>"Are you okay?" Anon asks. "Who did this to you?"
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>He's so close. You can practically smell his breath.
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>"A-Ah… ah…." you stammer, unable to put words together.
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>"Don't worry. I'm gonna get you help."
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>You feel him move. He's standing up. He's going to go get someone, he's going to bring more ponies, they're all going to see -
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>"No -," you say. "No, don't!"
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>Finally you let down your hooves and open your eyes
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>Through your tears you see his silhouette looking down at you
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>"P-Please," you continue. "Nopony else. Just you. Just you. Please."
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>Your voice sounds awkward and strange to your ears
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>You haven't spoken in weeks, if not months
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>You wonder if Anon can even understand what you're saying
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>"But… why?" he asks
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>"Please," you force yourself to repeat. "Please…"
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>He seems to take a moment to think it over
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>"Can you walk?" he asks finally
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>You nod, and gingerly try to push yourself up onto all four hooves
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>You're shaking so hard that you can barely manage it, and when your back hoof slides into your puddle, you slip, almost falling back onto the ground
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>Anon catches you, his hands grabbing you by the flank and chest
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>Oh C-C-Celestia
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>His fingers…
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>They press against your sensitive skin, pulses of pleasure running down your legs
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>Heat rushes into your cheeks, into your crotch
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>Your heart pounds dangerously fast
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>The utter ecstasy of being touched, of being grabbed -
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>The stress of hiding, of being found -
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>It all overwhelms you
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>You gasp, your legs turning to jelly beneath you, collapsing against Anon
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>You can't even support your own weight anymore
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>Embarrassment barely registers in your mind as you realize that your marecunt is winking madly, clit pulsing and hard
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>Your head is swimming, you can't even think
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>You feel everything fading to black as you are vaguely aware of being hoisted into the air, being held, being carried…
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>Darkness.
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>Silence.
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>Sleep.
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>You wake sometime later in entirely different surroundings.
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>A soft couch beneath you. Warmly-painted walls. Dim lighting.
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>Windows, even. Rain is drumming the glass. Night has fallen.
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>You're not sure where Anon is, but this must be his apartment.
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>He tucked a blanket around you.
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>It slides down your body as you sit up.
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>Looking down, you see that he's laid a few towels on the cushions beneath you.
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>Wise.
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>You consider calling out to him, but the words die in your throat.
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>Even now, after he's brought you here, you don't have the courage to call out to him.
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>Maybe you should just leave. Go back to your apartment, and wait for the inevitable arrival of the owner.
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>She can't just evict you, but she'll certainly be within her rights to ask for your removal.
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>You'll be reassigned to somewhere new. Somewhere smaller. Somewhere even more horrible.
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>Perhaps that's what you deserve. What you've always deserved, for being a useless, worthless mare.
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>You stare blankly at Anon's lovely patterned rug, wondering what you can possibly do to make this situation better.
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>Wondering how it could possibly get any worse.
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>Movement in the adjoining hallway draws your attention.
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>Anon approaches; you immediately look away.
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>You could never look him in the eyes. It's impossible.
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>There's a chair perpendicular to the couch; you hear Anon sit on it.
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>"You wanna talk?" he asks.
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>Your throat works, but nothing comes out. You stare at the ground.
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>"Here," he says. Into your hoof he presses a steaming cup of covfefe.
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>It smells wonderful, but not as wonderful as the smell of Anon, his sweat, his breath
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>Briefly you are in his aura, the warmth of him passing over you as he draws close to hand you the mug, and then steps away
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>You tremble, staring pointedly down at the patterned rug.
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>He settles once more into his chair
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>Waiting patiently for you to speak
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>You sip at your drink a few times, burning your mouth
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>"S-S-Suh," you finally say. "S-Sorry."
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>"It's all right," he replies. "I called the owner to ask about you."
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>Dread settles over you. You stare into the depths of the covfefe, resigning yourself to your fate.
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>"She said you were a NEET. That you live alone."
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>He says it so casually, but you can feel the shame burning in your ears, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes
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>He must think you're disgusting, worse than trash
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>"I guess you could call me a NEET too," he continues. "I mean, I don't have a job or anything."
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>Timidly you crane your head in his direction, looking somewhere past his left foot
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>Is this sympathy? Or is he mocking you?
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>"Just kind of… sit around here all day. This world's not really built for me, you know? Not much employment for someone who can't fit into most buildings. I mean sure, I get odd jobs from time to time, but that's more of a charity than anything else."
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>This is impossible
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>Another NEET, right here beside you? How could this be? Is this some kind of joke?
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>Sure, he isn't a REAL NEET, he goes outside, he works, he talks to ponies
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>He probably has a marefriend, how could he not? Look how big he is, he must have some slut he bangs on the side
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>He probably fucks her on the very couch you're sitting on right now
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>Probably plows her all night long, grinds her right into these fucking cushions, makes her gush over and over -
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>"Hey - you there?"
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>Anon's voice snaps you from your reverie
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>You had completely spaced out, imagining his cock sinking deep into a horny marepussy
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>His voice jolts you so much that the mug slips from your hand
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>It shatters on the ground, covfefe staining the beautiful patterned rug
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>You watch helplessly as Anon takes one of the towels from under you and starts mopping up the mess
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>"I'm sorry," you mumble. "S-S-So sorry…"
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>Your eyes alight on the back of Anon's head, fixating on his strange human hair, so similar to a stallion's mane, albeit shorter
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>You are caught completely by surprise when he glances up to look at you
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>Accidentally you make eye contact
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>Contact with his beautiful human eyes
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>Male eyes boring into your very soul
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>Perhaps the first pair that has ever looked at you with anything resembling kindness
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>You look away, and burst immediately into tears
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>"Hey…" he says
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>Suddenly you feel his arms around you
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>Hugging you tightly
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>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
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>He's so warm
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>His arms are wrapped around you, they're holding you
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>A male is holding you, he's so close, he's right here, he's right here beside you -
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>You feel his warm breath on the top of your head, ruffling your stringy mane
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>Gently his hand cradles the back of your head, petting your mane
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>Your eyes roll back into your head, eyelids fluttering, a whimper of pleasure escaping your lips
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>He smells so good, you can sniff him up close, he smells amazing -
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>"It's okay," he says. "Everything's gonna be fine. You'll get back on your feet. I mean, your hooves."
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>He tries to pull away and break the hug, but you cling to him, burying your face against his neck
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>It's too good
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>Being hugged feels so fucking good
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>You can't stop now
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>You feel so warm, your head is swimming
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>Euphoria buzzes throughout your entire body, feeling so close to him
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>You want to press against him, you want to hold onto him, you want to be with him
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>Forever and ever and ever
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>At first he seems unsure of what to do, but then he acquiesces, and goes back to hugging you
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>You want more
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>You NEED more
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>Nervously you nip at his neck, then slobber on his cheek
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>"Oh," he says. "Oh no."
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>His leg shifts under you, and you seize on his movement, mounting the limb
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>Your crotch sinks against his leg, your juices soaking through the fabric of his pants
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>You bring your thigh up to his crotch, eagerly pressing it right up against his dick
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>"Ahh…" you sigh into his neck, utter satisfaction melting through you when you feel his hard shaft pressing against your leg
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>You made him hard
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>You, of all mares, are turning him on
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>Suddenly it's like every dream you've ever had is coming true
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>You groan when you feel Anon grip you suddenly, his strength lifting you as he moves you into a more comfortable position
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>You gasp when his hand finds its way to your ass, squeezing it
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>His other hand runs up your sensitive, ticklish side, fingers running over your ribs, gliding up your body to settle onto the side of your face
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>He kisses you suddenly and deeply, his warm tongue sinking into your mouth
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>You want all of him, you want everything
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>Every part of you is trembling, quivering with delight and pleasure and mad joy, as Anon's hands run all over your body, grabbing your hips, rubbing your back, slapping your flank
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>A moment later Anon has pushed you onto your back, pressing you into the cushions of the couch
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>H-H-He's… sniffing your legpits
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>Your stinky, sweaty, unwashed legpits
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>You haven't bathed in days, and Anon is just buried right up in there, smelling you, huffing you
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>His head is so warm, so solid, you had no idea how soft his hair would feel on your skin
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>Your heart is pounding like a jackhammer in your chest
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>You imagine everything he's going to let you do to him
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>He'll let you smell him, he'll let you suck his human cock, he'll let you lick his asshole, he'll let you worship his feet, he'll let you do anything
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>You gasp when he feel his lips on your exposed belly, kissing it softly in little circles, trailing down, down...
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>You whimper, realizing not only that you can do as you please with him, but that he can do as he pleases with you -
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>He could jam HIS tongue up YOUR asshole
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>He could suck your little teats
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>His mouth on your clit -
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>You cry out in pleasure as you feel his lips gently wrap around your swollen little button
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>It's so sensitive, it pulses in his mouth, and he sucks on it, oh he sucks on it
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>Your hips buck against him, you squirm, his tongue tickling your virgin clit
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>It's impossible not to cum, you're gonna cum -
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>But almost as soon as he's begun, he pulls away
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>Immediately he's turned you onto your stomach, he's lifting up your ass -
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>You can feel him teasing at your entrance, the head of his cock toying with your lit, shaft sliding between your lips
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>"Pleeeeasee," you whisper, barely able to speak, "pleeeeeaaaassee…."
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>Finally, finally
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>You feel it
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>Years of frustration and agony and pain melting away
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>Melting as Anon's dick slides deep into your virgin pussy
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>You feel him press all the way inside, kissing the entrance of your womb, his balls pressing against your clitoris
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>He pulls out, then presses in again, pulls out, then in again
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>"YEESSssss," you groan, "Yessssss….."
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>Your legs are trembling wildly, Anon's hand gently holding you in place, the other curling around to hook into your mouth, playing with your tongue
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>The pulses of deep pleasure are relentless as he thrusts into you, finding your spot, pressing into it hard
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>You feel like you're gonna piss, you can't hold it, you feel like you're gonna cum -
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>The orgasm rolls over you in a wave, your asshole and marepussy clenching incredibly hard, hugging his cock tight
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>You feel yourself spraying all over him, cumming harder than you ever have, you're making a mess, but you don't care, a male is on top of you, he's fucking you, he's making you cum -
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>Anon doesn't let up, he keeps pressing into your spot
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>You're so sensitive that you scream and cry and squirm, but he only keeps going, pounding into you, milking out another orgasm
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>He fucks you, draining you of every last drop of your hot, yellow marecum
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>It spurts from you in long jets, your whole body contracting in utter ecstasy
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>All you want to do is please him, to be his good little mare
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>It's all you've ever wanted
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>You don't want to be a NEET, you want to be his, you want to be his wife
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>His moans in your ear are beautiful music
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>You feel his thrusts speeding up, pounding into you even harder, his breath labored
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>His cock swells inside you, and then you feel it spurting deep inside, his hot human cum, coating the inside of your smelly NEET pussy
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>He presses hard against you, putting his weight on top of you as he empties out completely
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>A heavy, sleepy feeling of warmth and happiness settles over you
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>You can feel him kissing at your ears
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>He rolls you over and kisses up your neck, up to your lips, kisses you deeply
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>You still can't look him directly in the eyes, smiling crookedly as you steal brief glances
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>A happy silence descends between you both
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>You then speak at the same time
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>"How about you leave that fucked up apartment of yours and live with me?" he asks.
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>"I l-l-love you," you stammer
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>He laughs, a sharp sound, before his expression becomes serious
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>"You know what?" he says. "I don't care that we just met. We're both a mess. I love you too."
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>He cradles your head in his arms, hugging you against his chest, and you feel a contentment unlike you've ever known, listening to his heartbeat, his warm cum dripping from your still-winking cunt
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>"What's your name?" he asks
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>"F-F-Floor Bored."
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>"I love you, Floor Bored."
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>"I… I love you!" you say, stronger this time
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>More confident
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>More assured
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>You snuggle with Anon, your new NEET boyfriend
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>Two NEETs, together at last.
by pogoman122
by pogoman122
by pogoman122
by pogoman122
by pogoman122