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Trap Card Activated (Anon x Synthwave) Part 2

By Jessi
Created: 2023-09-16 19:48:07
Updated: 2024-12-18 21:51:01
Expiry: Never
nsfwanonymous/neet/neetponetrapanonstallionm/msynthwave

  1. >The morning was a blur of activity
  2. >Getting ready as quickly as possible, you gather the collected paperwork and get ready to head out
  3. >It's a Saturday so the housing association's main office should still be open today
  4. >Even with less open hours it'll be possible to get the paperwork into the system for whenever Synthwave manages to talk to his social worker
  5. >Speaking of, as you get out the door and head down the stairwell, Synthwave is walking down as well already on his own venture
  6. >Sans any hoodie too
  7. >Maybe what you said about clothing not hiding his mareish looks but enhancing them means he didn't feel like it today
  8. >That or it's hot out, it did look to be a sunny day
  9. >It would explain the black and oddly gothic parasol he has slotted above the small shoulder bag around his middle
  10. "Morning."
  11. >You greet him with a smile, and he barely returns it in his flat manner as he takes notice of you coming down as he stands on the next floor down's landing
  12. >"Hey. You got the papers?"
  13. >You nod, hefting your satchel in your magic briefly
  14. "Yep, are you going to see your boss lady?"
  15. >"If I can, she's not in until ten but I figure it'll take me long enough to get into town that she'll be back when I arrive."
  16. "What if she's not?"
  17. >He shrugs
  18. >"I'll wander, I guess. Ain't been out in ages so there's probably something cool in GAE."
  19. >Ah, Games and Anime Exchange, he meant, a fun little place for second-hand stuff as well as, guess it; games and anime
  20. "Don't they pronounce it Gee Ayy Ex?"
  21. >Snorting, he turns about to continue downward, giving you a much better view of his ample posterior
  22. >"Sure, but who says it the proper way?"
  23. >True enough, unless the higher-ups were in-store then even the workers called it that as well
  24. "I don't think it's open until eight thirty."
  25. >"Wandering it is, then."
  26. >Following as he goes down the stairs, you ignore the intrusive thoughts of grabbing his fat arse
  27. >He really has an amazing sashay to the way he walks
  28. >Synthwave probably wouldn't mind if you did either, though you're not about to do it in public
  29. >Well, a stairwell of a tenant block isn't too public, but still
  30. >"You're looking at my arse, aren't you?"
  31. >A slight blush crosses your face
  32. "Only a little."
  33. >He abruptly halts mid-step and drives his tonnage back at you, causing you to bump into his bodacious backside and blush harder
  34. >"Now you definitely are."
  35. >Doing your utmost to draw your attention away from him as he laughs, you take a moment and set your thoughts on unsexy things
  36. >Popping a stiffy wouldn't be ideal going out
  37. >Getting outside the tenancy block, you make for a right to head downtown
  38. >The usual route you go to get to work too
  39. >Synthwave follows along for now as well, dark parasol out and open in his magic to shield himself from the sun bearing down
  40. >He glances at you after a moment of walking
  41. >"You not taking the bus?"
  42. "I'm not in a rush or anything."
  43. >"Well, I'm taking the bus."
  44. "That might help explain why your ass is so huge."
  45. >He shrugs, turning about
  46. >"I do my exercise at home. Got some hoof-weights on the other side of the bed."
  47. >To be fair, when you got a hoof on him yesterday he was pretty springy
  48. >He also didn't have much if anything in the way of paunch
  49. >Just a jaw-dropping curvature that you figured was calories from junk food and pure luck
  50. >Maybe making an assumption about NEETdom isn't the best move
  51. "Well, fine. Bus it is."
  52. >Turning back and going left, you both move down towards the bus shelter, a few others already milling about when you arrive
  53. >Naturally, some attention fixes onto Synthwave in a nanosecond
  54. >You can't help but wonder just how many of them think he's a mare
  55. >Probably all of them, his thighs and haunches are big enough to hide where his barrel meets his privates and his tail does the rest
  56. >You stifle a laugh at the very large dude-bro stallion that's just pointedly looking at Synthwave's bum out the corner of his vision
  57. >His vision passes to you briefly before looking elsewhere than Synthwave
  58. >...Did he think you two were an item?
  59. >It wouldn't be entirely wrong to assume that
  60. >It's kind of cool in an oddly secretive way
  61. >You do make sure you're behind Synthwave as the bus approaches though
  62. >The magitech machine ghosts up to the curb almost silently beyond the faint whir of its arcane engine, powered by gem magic just like your mobile phone
  63. >It's not a land vehicle like a cart, it's a propulsive, and it's still rather awesome to see
  64. >The thing floats off the ground by a few inches, kept aloft by the magic plate at its base imbued with magic
  65. >Other than that, fairly normal bus-like design
  66. >Synthwave steps on after the older stallion in front gets inside, and pays his fare in loose change after digging it out of his shoulder bag
  67. >Having it ready beforehoof, you tap a small stick card against a reader and it beeps you off before you shove it back into your satchel
  68. >Functionally the same as a debit card but made of lightweight metal, it weighed less and its magitech inlay was practically untouchable to intrusion
  69. >Supposedly, anyway, there were plenty of hackers out there
  70. >Synthwave takes a seat near the back where there's a little more hoof room, and you sit beside him
  71. >Mostly, you're competing for space with his haunches
  72. >He is sitting as far against the window as he can, but he's still partly on your seat
  73. >You lean in and whisper
  74. "It has to be said, your backside could kill somepony."
  75. >"Shaddap, I'll kill *you* with my backside."
  76. "That's not a threat, it's an invitation."
  77. >He snorts at that, nodding forward
  78. >"Did you see that huge dude? I was tempted to 'casually' flick my tail."
  79. >That gets a minor chuckle out of you
  80. "He'd probably stare harder."
  81. >"Nah, he'd get all scared off like everypony else."
  82. "I didn't."
  83. >"Yeah, but you're a weirdo, normies can't handle having their precious reality compromised."
  84. "Eh, I reckon if you flaunt yourself to the right crowd they'd think you were awesome."
  85. >He laughs
  86. >"Pft, fuck that."
  87. >Chucking with him and ignoring a few turned heads at his loud laugh, the bus soon rolls into motion with little more than a light jolt of momentum
  88. >The clean sculpted streets of middle Canterlot soon come into view and pass by the window
  89. >Numerous pedestrian shops piled with a mixture of old tech and magitech dot the setting
  90. >It's an odd mix with street vendors in stalls hawking wares being right next to tech shops, but it's nice
  91. >Still not as nice as upper Canterlot where you work, and where the richer ponies tend to live
  92. >It's kind of stuffy though, you always feel underdressed even wearing a uniform as the rich seem to instinctively know who's rich and who isn't
  93. >The bus dings and Synthwave shuffles to his hooves, this is his stop apparently
  94. >You move to get up but he just starts squeezing past you instead
  95. >Naturally, his sheer gait squishes into you
  96. >Whilst moving past his tail flicks you in the face as it lifts, your nose filling with his scent
  97. >You also get a full eyeful of thick ponut and cute balls between monstrous cheeks
  98. >Burning as you look his way, you can see him smirking a little
  99. "Bastard."
  100. >"You love it, try not to keep your excitement when you get off the bus."
  101. >Glancing down, it's not surprising that your tip is starting to peek out
  102. >"Seeya later."
  103. >His chunky headphones come out of his shoulder bag and go on his head as he pulls up an older model music player and taps a button
  104. >With his music now blaring some kind of thrumming electronica, he gives you a brief wave and trots away with his gothic parasol ready to open up when he gets off the bus
  105. >It leaves you having to reposition your satchel over your groin
  106. >He's an annoying adorable arsehat
  107. >The bus soon takes off again and you watch Synthwave disappear down the street
  108. >If GAE was still closed then you did wonder what he was going to do with his time
  109. >He probably had interesting spending habits
  110. >It's not long before you're on the street you need, and pressing the stop button you move to the front of the bus
  111. >Getting off once it comes to a halt, you head in the direction of the housing association
  112. >The street is pretty packed with shoppers given its the weekend
  113. >Weaving through, the housing association appears as you take another turn
  114. >It's a huge slate-grey stone building, very hard to miss in the polished white of Canterlot
  115. >The glass door entrance opens up on a runner automatically as you approach and step into its air conditioned lobby
  116. >Walking up to the front desk, you already catch the attention of the unicorn mare behind it
  117. >'Hello! How can I help?'
  118. "Hi there, I was wanting to go over my tenancy agreement with the manager of Crystal Terrace Gardens?"
  119. >'Do you have the paperwork with you?'
  120. >You give a nod
  121. "Alright, I'll see if he's in today."
  122. >No muss no fuss, and off she went into the next room full of working ponies
  123. >You eyes track her for a moment as she goes, she has a nice figure, a cutie mark of a rabbit on her haunch
  124. >She doesn't have quite as much curve as Synthwave, but a very good amount
  125. >After a few minutes of chattering staff and examining the light fixtures she returns, and out of a side door walks an older pegasus stallion
  126. >'Hello there, sir, if you'd come with me?'
  127. >Following him into hall, he leads you to a small side office, opening the door and ushering you inside with a wing
  128. >It's compact, it has a desk and two chairs either side, likely a room just for consultations or quick note taking
  129. >'So, can I start by asking your name, floor, flat number, and proof of address, please?'
  130. >The older stallion says it with a genial sort of smile as he brushes his tail to one side to sit down on his seat
  131. "Sure. My name's Anonymous. I'm on the fourth floor, living at 4E."
  132. >You say as you lay the tenancy agreement with your details onto the table with your magic after bringing them out of your satchel
  133. >He nods as he looks over the paperwork
  134. >'Oh, I do believe I recall you signing on some months ago, yes. It's rare for ponies to have one word names.'
  135. >After a second he looks up
  136. >'So you wanted to discuss your tenancy? What seems to be the issue? We've had a few complaints about the water gems that supply the washrooms playing up recently across a few different complexes, is it related to that?'
  137. >You shake your head
  138. "No, no, haven't got any complaints there, I'm just curious as to what the process is to get another pony signed on to my agreement."
  139. >His eyes light up in understanding and his friendly smile stays
  140. >'Ah I see, a partner wanting to move in, perhaps?'
  141. >Not quite
  142. >Here comes the bullshit sandwich, please open up nice working dude
  143. >You adopt a somewhat pained expression
  144. "Ehh, not really. A friend, though. You see, I have a friend that's... struggling. They're disabled, they've been living on the Royal Care Charter as they're unemployed and haven't been able to find work."
  145. >The older stallion nods in understanding
  146. >'I take it that their disability is preventing them from finding stable work?'
  147. "Essentially, yes. Being on the RCC they're assigned a social worker to help them out as they struggle with daily tasks and getting about too─"
  148. >Not true, though Synthwave has probably struggled through more than a few doorways by jamming them with his foal-bearing croup and hips
  149. "─and essentially they asked if I could help look after them. I've no issue with that and I said I'd be able to watch over them if they moved in, so here I am."
  150. >He smiles
  151. >'I see, well, I will need to contact the care scheme and find out a few things, but that's quite possible, Mr. Anonymous. It's always a shame when a pony falls on hard times, though sharing your home is a very nice thing to do for somepony while they get back on their hooves.'
  152. >Going by his sympathetic look it seems he bought it
  153. >Whilst you feel slightly guilty taking advantage of the guys decency to be partly indecent, this is what results of a rigid system
  154. >You gotta play games to get anywhere when the government says it won't budge
  155. >'I can start the process of changing your tenancy agreement and swapping the paperwork for a dual-living arrangement, though I will of course need to inquire into the RCC and find out the usual sorts of things about your friend, past rental history, criminal history, etc.'
  156. >'Might I ask your friend's name and their place of residence?'
  157. "Sure, he's called Synthwave, and he actually lives at Crystal Terrace Gardens as well, on floor five at 9S."
  158. >The stallion hums as he jots down the details onto a notepad that had been on the disk, a pen in his wingtip
  159. >'Ah, I see. How long have you known Mr. Synthwave?'
  160. >The question is completely innocent and simply curiosity, making small talk
  161. "Oh... going on two years, maybe? Friendly sorta guy."
  162. >More bullshit, but it's not like the old dude knows that
  163. >Nodding, he takes the notepad and gets to his hooves
  164. >'Well, I can have all that started though I will need Mr. Synthwave's full details and as he'd be moving out then there will be a notice period of at least a month, so it's likely he will still need to pay another month of rent.'
  165. >'However that can be taken down slightly depending on how many days into the notice period we go.'
  166. >You nod your understanding and get up as well
  167. >'The office is open until four and I shall be here. It's possible that I can also make my enquiry and you could come back later today to finalise your changes, then Mr. Synthwave could come in and make his changes also.'
  168. "Oh, well, he's in town today, I could come along with him?"
  169. >'That would be fine, yes.'
  170. "Awesome."
  171. >'Is there anything else I can help you with right now?'
  172. "Not right now, thanks."
  173. >He reaches out a wing and you 'shake' it with a hoof
  174. >'I shall contact you on the mobile number provided when I have everything ready.'
  175. "Great, thanks very much."
  176. >Leaving as he guides you out, you walk out of the housing association in quite high spirits
  177. >That was a piece of cake
  178. >There's a few details to work out with Synthwave so the story lines up, but overall it's plain sailing
  179. >Grabbing your gem-phone out of your satchel, you log into Silvermist and scroll through your friends until you get to Synthwave's name
  180. >You shoot him a message that you're done and almost immediately the typing notification pops
  181. >He must have already been on his phone
  182. >'Cool, I'm at Stride if you want to meet me.'
  183. >You smirk
  184. >Despite the likely mountain of bits he's sitting on, he apparently shops cheap when it comes to clothing
  185. >Stride wasn't *cheap* cheap, but it wasn't the ritz either like most fancy shops in Canterlot
  186. >And it makes sense Synthwave shops there, it was mostly all comfy clothes and casual wear
  187. >He's probably picking up more hoodies or something
  188. >Tapping in a quick message of 'Be with you shortly' you head in that direction
  189. >Your phone beeps again and you look at the reply with a snort
  190. >'My name isn't Shortly.'
  191. >The streets are still busy though it doesn't take long on your hooves to get to Stride despite the distance
  192. >It's a large outlet with a lot of space and its crowded with shoppers, finding Synthwave might be a pain
  193. >No wait, nevermind, you spot him the second you walk through the doors
  194. >He's standing by waiting for you by a pillar, his headphones booming and an extra bag hanging off his shoulder bag with GAE's retro logo stamped across it
  195. >Giving you a brief wave, his horn ignites and his headphones move around his neck
  196. >"You were quick."
  197. >Nodding back, you follow along as he turns to go to whatever part he's going to
  198. "Yeah, it was pretty straightforward. You'll need to say I've known you a while and that you're having trouble finding work because of your disability, but other than that it's all sorted so far."
  199. "I'll get a call later once the dual tenancy is written up and you can come in with me. Hopefully you'll be able to talk to your social worker beforehoof and sort everything on your end."
  200. >He hums
  201. >"Shouldn't be a problem, we've got like, an hour or so though."
  202. "We can fill that up with your shopping, and maybe a bite to eat. I had a quick breakfast so that wouldn't go amiss."
  203. >"Sounds like a plan."
  204. >You both make your way further in, and you can't help but notice the frilly dresses and more girly items are much more numerous than anything else
  205. "They don't make much clothing for stallions, huh?"
  206. >"Mares buy more clothing, who'da thunk it?"
  207. >You snort at that, noting the increase in more casual wear the more you walk
  208. >All the fancy dresses at the front, all the boring stuff elsewhere
  209. >Hoodies, loose tee-shirts, purposely baggy loungewear, even socks in their varying colours
  210. >Yup, seems like Synthwave's section, although...
  211. "This is still the mare's section."
  212. >He frowns back at you
  213. >"Yeah. You think that stallion clothing fits me well enough?"
  214. "Oh, good point."
  215. >That had slipped your mind, it makes sense that he essentially has to shop exclusively for mares clothing due to his amazingly generous curvature
  216. >You tap your hoof off one of his hocks as you spot a particularly gothy looking dark dress that didn't get put up front
  217. >It's all tight and contouring to the manakin with plenty of black lace and purple frill, hinting at what lies underneath whilst covering up just enough space
  218. "There you go, perfect for you then."
  219. >He glances at it and raises an eyebrow back
  220. >"Yeah? You wanna see me all dressed up in the 'goth gf' fit, huh, faggot?"
  221. >Damn it why does he keep turning these around on you
  222. "Just figured it was your thing, you seem the type."
  223. >"Oh sure, I secretly crossdress when I always just casually crossdress, because that's much more fun."
  224. >You shrug
  225. "Seems to be the thing in all the manga."
  226. >"Pft, yeah, maybe in Neighpone I'd do it, I'd rock an Otokonoko Cafe."
  227. >That makes you grin
  228. "Oh, so you *do* think about it, you homo?"
  229. >Your intended bantery cut doesn't seem to land as his flat expression just turns into a slight smirk
  230. >"Just because I hide my body doesn't mean I'm ashamed of it. I'd rock anything I put on."
  231. >That gives you an idea, a very fun one
  232. >But not right now
  233. >Soon™
  234. >Synthwave perks up a little as he reaches a small stand of folded clothing
  235. >"Aha, here we go, all the good shit."
  236. >Of course, by good shit, he means basic coloured hoodies without any graphics on them
  237. >And a shelf of differing socks right next to them
  238. >It was an odd, almost fad-like thing. Hoodies and socks as a package deal? They always seemed to be put together
  239. >Several boards on 4Clop would have mares modelling socks in varying relations to the specific board so it was on topic
  240. >And they always popped up in adverts where sleepiness and lounging was considered
  241. >You did once see a partly dishevelled and heavily gothic mare walk into your work and order a large coffee whilst wearing a super large baggy tee and socks
  242. >She'd stumbled into the door on the way out and spilt it, and you'd given her another one for free
  243. >The manager hadn't been pleased because 'it was her fault for being half asleep' but fuck that bitch, the coffee was overpriced
  244. >The mare also had the fattest fucking teats you'd ever seen and how she carried them without complaint was insane
  245. >Socks though
  246. >They went together with anything it seemed
  247. >A bump brings you back to reality, and you glance to Synthwave
  248. >"You good? You kinda spaced out looking at the socks, anything you wanna tell me?"
  249. >He's partly smirking again
  250. "Just some work thing that happened."
  251. >"Related to socks? Must be a fun job."
  252. >He takes a few hoodies and puts them onto his back
  253. >Without any extra attention to it, his magic then ensnares three different pairs of socks of varying stripey colour combination and he adds them to the stack on his back
  254. >You give him a smile of your own
  255. "Is there anything *you* wanna tell me?"
  256. >He shrugs
  257. >"What? They're comfy. Cry about it."
  258. >Moving off, he walks for a while before doing a double take, his face lighting up for a moment as he goes to a specific stand
  259. >"Oh shit, nice."
  260. >As you follow, you immediately see what grabbed his attention
  261. >It's another onesie you'd say was similar to his odd green and black one
  262. >Except it's styled in the most garish pink, with little vestigial lilac wings on the back
  263. >It has bulbous eyes and a sticky-out tongue on the hood, but with a huge golden horn stuck out of it
  264. >It appears the horn is a cover that can go over an actual horn
  265. >They must be a running series of stupid themed onesies
  266. >"Yoink."
  267. "You're really buying that?"
  268. >"Fuck yes, I love these dumb things."
  269. >His collection grows as he adds it to the stack and moves off
  270. >You don't really need anything though so you just go with him
  271. >Plus, mares section
  272. >"Ha! Now *that's* stupid."
  273. >He says, as he slows going past a selection of loose 'edgy' tees
  274. >They feature varying bitchy remarks meant to be hip whilst still being generally acceptable
  275. >So many middle-class mares wear them that it's nauseating
  276. >The one Synthwave pointed out was rather amusing for the wrong reason
  277. >It's a rusty-orange in hue, the front of it featuring a steel bear trap
  278. >The writing reads 'Go ahead, try me'.
  279. >You smirk
  280. >The average everyday pony wouldn't get it
  281. "That's actually pretty good for meme value."
  282. >"Yeah, I know."
  283. >His magic ensnares one of them and it joins his stack, sly smile present on his muzzle
  284. >"Which is why I'm buying it."
  285. "Apparently you're going to buy half the shop. You really *are* a mare."
  286. >"Shaddap, I'm done anyway, unless there's anything else both comfy and stupid to grab."
  287. >Facing about you make for the till before you feel the odd warmth of magic tugging on you
  288. "Eh?"
  289. >You glance back at Synthwave nodding in the other direction
  290. >"I gotta try some of this on."
  291. "You don't know your own sizes?"
  292. >"Roughly, but they've changed their sizing system since the last time I was in. I'm guessing I'm probably an M or an L so I grabbed L's and XL's."
  293. "So? You know it'll all fit then."
  294. >He shrugs
  295. >"Mostly, but I like feeling what's better and what ain't."
  296. >He faces toward the back of the shop again towards the fitting rooms, the exaggerated way he swings his flared hips around catching your attention
  297. >And he smiles coyly
  298. >"Plus I know you don't wanna miss me rocking it all."
  299. >As he walks off your eyes follow the ample bounce of his derriere, and you think that...
  300. >No, you don't want to miss that
  301. >So you pursue him
  302. >You make yourself look as bored as possible going into the fitting area, the clerk at the desk passing Synthwave a number and glancing between the two of you
  303. >She says nothing and returns her attention to her gem phone
  304. >Thank Celestia for everyday working apathy
  305. >As you get further in and reach one of the cubicles, Synthwave scoffs as he pulls the curtain aside
  306. >"Oh no, the poor stallion is being dragged along by the mare to do clothes shopping. How awful."
  307. >"Heh, it would have been my thought."
  308. >Slipping in with his stack of clothing, you wait idly and feel some amusement as Synthwave's headphones start playing music again
  309. >Peeking in you see he's hanged the headphones up on a hook and let them play whilst sorting out what he's trying on
  310. >He's thrown it all into a haphazard pile of what he wants to try on first to last
  311. >He quickly raises an eyebrow at you looking in on him
  312. >"You know, I could yell and get you kicked out."
  313. >You know he's not serious, his flat expression and tone certainly don't give that impression though
  314. >Ignoring you, he grabs a full-black pullover hoodie and shimmies into it as his magic deposits it over himself
  315. >You'd guess it's an L considering that it looks about as baggy as the ones you'd seen him wearing back at the flat
  316. >It fits him well and begins to get tighter as it nears his flared croup where it widens into his lovely hips and haunches
  317. >It certainly looks comfortable enough
  318. >Though he shrugs it off and chucks it into its own pile
  319. >"Yeah, I figured they changed the sizes a bit. Fucking mares, dude."
  320. "Yes, I wouldn't mind fucking mares."
  321. >"Shaddap."
  322. >He frowns at the hoodie he just took off
  323. >"That's apparently a 2L, meaning it's closer to a medium than a large."
  324. "Huh?"
  325. >"Exactly. A 5L is more like an actual large."
  326. >He picks up a baggier slate-grey zip hoodie
  327. >"This is an XL, but it's a 1XL, meaning it's probably more like a large."
  328. >Unzipping it, he sits back onto his thick haunches and puts it around himself, his forehooves going through the sleeves
  329. >You keep your eyes off his groin
  330. >"Yeah, see, this works."
  331. "So, you're a 1XL, you fat fuck?"
  332. >"The absolute fattest of fucks."
  333. >He says as he lifts his massive back end up for a second before slamming it down, making the floorboards thump heavily
  334. >You back out and glance back to the direction the clerk is, but nopony comes around the corner to investigate the bump
  335. >Synthwave sniggers as you turn back
  336. >"Chill out, if they came running for every knock they'd actually have a job to do."
  337. >He picks up the meme-worthy rust-orange bear trap tee whilst taking off the hoodie and throwing it into a new pile
  338. >He pulls it on over his head and gets his horn stuck, and your horn ignites as you help tug it over
  339. >You receive a slightly muffled 'thanks', and Synthwave's head appears as it slips on fully
  340. >It frames him very well and rests nicely around his ample haunches
  341. >Though the end result makes his bottom look even bigger
  342. >He grabs some new two-tone pink striped socks and slips all of those onto each leg, and the result is very nice
  343. >He stretches his sock-clad forelegs up and fixes you with an expression you're sure is meant to look stupidly vogue, though it just makes him look hot
  344. >The graphic of the steel trap on the front of the tee is clearly displayed with its wording
  345. >"Go ahead, Anon, try me."
  346. >He laughs afterwards and relaxes down
  347. >You're still a little caught up though, because that was fucking sexy
  348. >You would very much like to try the curvy trap
  349. >He notes your slightly stunned expression and hikes the loose shirt up to show off his groin to stun you further
  350. >You're fairly certain your tip is poking free of your sheath, but so is his own
  351. >"I think being all flirty and homogay in the fitting rooms isn't a good idea, but it's too funny seeing how you react."
  352. >Recovering slightly, you lift a leg just in case and reposition your tail as you glance out again
  353. >Nopony else around
  354. >Turning back, Synthwave is getting to his hooves as he pulls out another hoodie and tries it on with his trap shirt as it's a zip-up
  355. >With the music coming from his headphones it's almost like a fashion show, albeit an extremely budget one
  356. "Are you not gonna try on the fucking weird psuedo-alicorn onesie?"
  357. >"Don't need to, they're one-size-fits-all."
  358. >His magic then makes a fractionally echoing slap as he smacks his own arse
  359. >"Even very fat fucks like myself."
  360. "You know, I was only joking about that."
  361. >He laughs
  362. >"Oh I ain't insulted by it. I'm sure I would be if I was actually a landwhale, but even then that's called a 'grow the fuck up and get over it' type of deal."
  363. "I appreciate your very derisive way of thinking."
  364. >"I think it comes with being a NEET, honestly. See less ponies, start to dislike all the bullshit ponies say and do, and have little time for all of it."
  365. >"Must suck for you, wagie."
  366. >You sigh
  367. "I deal with the most insufferable rich people."
  368. >"Didn't you say you worked in a coffee shop?"
  369. >He says as he tries on another hoodie, watching him undress and redress is pleasant
  370. "Yep. Dullest job on the planet."
  371. >"I'm sure that doing spreadsheets is much worse."
  372. "Actually, yeah, I have a pretty fun job in comparison."
  373. >He smiles a bit as he sits up
  374. >"Yeah, see, silver linings and all that shit."
  375. >Synthwave stands up and turns slightly to the bench as he throws the hoodie off
  376. >His face becomes coy again
  377. >"You might wanna step out, Anon."
  378. "Oh? Why's tha–"
  379. >Up in his magic floats a nice pair of lilac cotton panties
  380. "Ah."
  381. >"Yeah, you're gonna pop a mast if you keep watching."
  382. >You back out and glance down the way, you're both still alone
  383. >You think it'll be alright
  384. >It's not like you're doing anything lewd
  385. >Well, not technically... you're just watching
  386. >Plus, those panties are strange
  387. "What's with those?"
  388. >He sees where you're looking and lifts the front
  389. >"Oh yeah, see they're kind of extra baggy? That's to accommodate a *ahem* mare's 'mammary glands', as they say in the Prench."
  390. >He finishes the sentence with a hoity-toity inflection
  391. >His tone shifts back down into partial monotone
  392. >"Which means support for big teats without magic pads, but for me it means comfy underwear that actually fits whilst also fitting my dick inside."
  393. >He turns them at an angle and frowns
  394. >"Though, to end up not making them look really stupid like a pair of granny knickers it does end up being both tight around the dick and partly transparent. They're more or less skirting the line between casualwear and lingerie."
  395. >He shrugs
  396. >"Either way, I like wearing them when it's a hot day like this, stops my balls and ponut from sticking to my seat."
  397. >The accompanying mental image that pops into your head is quite nice
  398. >Thick shiny ponut...
  399. >"Don't space out on me."
  400. >Synthwave grins at you as he shifts about and makes you redden as his tail starts to hike
  401. >He lifts one hind leg, on slip the panties over the sock, up comes the other leg, and then they're fitting upward
  402. >The underwear has a very daunting task ahead of it as his magic tugs them up his haunches and massive bottom
  403. >The material starts to lessen in looseness as they reach his ample hips and your attention begins to drift towards the area between his hindlegs
  404. >Taut in the panties are his balls, managing to be held due to the space usually having to accommodate puffy vulvas
  405. >His tail and fat dock still obscures his ponut but it's still wide enough that you can glimpse hints of it pushing out of the fabric
  406. >Your heart's almost thundering with the situation
  407. >"I'd show off a little more and really give you an eyeful but..."
  408. >He turns back around points a hoof
  409. >"You're probably full mast right now and you're going to wanna hide it."
  410. >Your face burns profusely as he's quite correct in his assessment, as you look down and your dick is practically poking you in the eye
  411. >No amount of leg lifting and tail obscuration is going to hide this
  412. >The only thing you can think to do happens, and you quickly move inside the cubicle with Synthwave before he can protest
  413. >Not that he does
  414. >Though whilst there's enough room that you're able to turn about, it's still not ideal
  415. >Of course, he's smirking at you as you're almost right in his face
  416. >"Just *had* to get closer to me, huh?"
  417. "What can I say, I'm apparently head over hocks for traps."
  418. >He giggles at that very cutely
  419. >Your heart skips a beat
  420. >When in situations like these, his way of laughing and his mannerisms tend to shift slightly and it really doesn't help
  421. >Whilst you're certainly not into stallions, you're definitely into Synthwave
  422. >Accepting it is becoming easier the more time you spend with him
  423. >He helps you along by doing odd things, you suppose
  424. >Like kissing you–
  425. >Synthwave kissed you
  426. >Just a quick smooch before he hurriedly backs off
  427. >"Of course you are, I'm fucking awesome. Now sit down so I have more space to move about."
  428. >Complying with his request whilst the brain fog clears, there is in fact a little more room for him to manoeuvre around with you sitting back
  429. >You're still standing to attention however, so that's making you rather self-conscious
  430. >Synthwave notes it with a sardonic look as he brings up a different pair of the odd panties
  431. >He's grabbed a few of those, they're shaped slightly differently and have a jet-black hue to them, and they're slightly less opaque all around rather than at the teat area
  432. >He very purposely sashays his hefty bottom as he turns around again, almost up against the wall of the cubicle
  433. >The pink socks and lilac panties slip down and off as he kicks them away and starts to put on the other pair along with purple and black socks
  434. >The socks are the same as the pink pair, loose enough to be comfy whilst being tight enough to almost completely stay up
  435. >Much like the last pair of panties, the black one gets a little taut as it moves up, and he smugly flashes you briefly as his tail moves aside
  436. >The sight of his puffy ponut in the translucent black panties is just a small kick to the heart
  437. >Though your brain takes a moment to process the slightly newer casual feeling of 'his balls are also pretty nice' that pops into mind
  438. >You're fairly certain that you almost turn cherry red as your face flushes when he does what he did back in the stairwell at home and almost shoves his backside into you
  439. >His scent catches you as being rather pleasant
  440. >Even with the heat of the day he's not stickily sweaty or odorous, he just smells like... him, you suppose
  441. >Everypony has a certain fragrance to them, and you guess that like his appearance, his is somewhat confusing
  442. >When he's dirty and hasn't showered in a while, like when you first met him, he has a more muted and almost stallion-like smell
  443. >Though washed and just getting on with the day, he smells more like what you would associate with mares
  444. >Experimentally, your horn blazes to life and grabs him in a magical haze, and whilst it slightly confuses him he lets the magic take over
  445. >Tugging him back you're very sure to move your dick out of the way as you sit him down and wrap your hooves around his barrel
  446. >He laughs awkwardly
  447. >"Anon, what are you doing? Your dick's poking into my back."
  448. >Not fully, he's wearing the trap shirt
  449. >Resting your muzzle into the crook of his neck you close your eyes and take a breath
  450. >After a moment of resting there you lean back and tap a hoof off his springy butt to let him know you're done
  451. >He stands up again with a wonderful close up of his backside and half-turns to you with a quizzical glance
  452. >"What was that about? Getting used to me?"
  453. >You shake your head
  454. "You smell like a mare when you're washed."
  455. >"I mean, I didn't shower today."
  456. "Yeah, but it seems to me that the fresher you are the more mareish you smell, the dirtier you are the more stallionish you smell."
  457. >He tilts his head up in understanding
  458. >"Anon the scientist, with a huge erection."
  459. >You begin to fold at that with a partial laugh
  460. "Yeah, so long as you're modelling it's not going away."
  461. >Shrugging, he moves to and fro whilst angling his arse
  462. >"So, what do you think?"
  463. >It's easy to say that they're very nice
  464. >As he angles a leg, the shirt not coming down enough, whilst his thigh moves just enough for you to see that he's slightly erect inside the sheer underwear, just as taut around the partial tenting of his tip as it is around his balls and supermassive ponut
  465. >Once again the pausing thought pops into mind that of 'that really hot', and it stumps you for a moment as you refocus
  466. >As the panties cut differently, they ride lower on his hips and end around the meat of his croup, causing some very attractive skindentation
  467. "I think I might blow a load if you keep all this up."
  468. >He smirks
  469. >"That good, huh?"
  470. >He keeps them on as he switches his attention to his pile of clothing
  471. >"Well you'll like this then."
  472. >You didn't see it mixed in with everything else, though your surprise peaks as he floats up the tightly gothic frilly number you'd spotted earlier
  473. >It must be evident on your face because he laughs, he must have secretly grabbed it
  474. >Well, there goes your plan to grab it so he could try it on
  475. >"I told you, I rock anything. I intend to put my money where my mouth is."
  476. >He waves a hoof to the curtain
  477. >"Go on, bugger off. I'll come out in a sec."
  478. >You frown, gesturing down
  479. >"So? Have a look and if it's clear then just fold your tail over."
  480. >Rolling your eyes, you poke your head out and it's still clear though you do hear hooves around the corner
  481. >Waiting a moment until the sound fades you step out and move over to a bench and sit
  482. >You do reposition your tail, though it's odd and if anypony sees they'll probably think it's exactly what it looks like
  483. >Hopefully everything tucks away before that occurs
  484. >Synthwave's pulsing music from his headphones beats as you wait, and your dick deigns to go back home so you can rest easier
  485. >Though as the curtain shifts aside and he steps out you think it might make a second appearance
  486. >The black fabric tremendously contrasts with his pale coat, possessing cuts that shape around his forelegs, hips, and barrel near the belly
  487. >It's almost like a cocktail dress in that fashion, but loose and frilly enough as it reaches the back of the croup and rests just over the dock and tail
  488. >The purple frills across the black ensemble are nice
  489. >The look matches his flat expression, all he really needs is a black mane and tail and he's perfectly set
  490. "Damn."
  491. >That makes him smirk and he strikes a lazy pose
  492. >"Told you I rock anything."
  493. >He makes to leave and you frown
  494. "Are you not taking it off?"
  495. >"I'm rocking it."
  496. >As if that explains it, he leaves the fitting rooms behind after retrieving his clothing and his bag with its dark parasol
  497. >Turning the corner and walking on, you pass the clerk and Synthwave returns the number
  498. >She takes it and purses her lips as she regards him
  499. >'Miss, you have to pay for that.'
  500. >Synthwave's expression remains flat as he raises an eyebrow
  501. >His magic pulls a still-attached tag out of the neck
  502. >"Ain't stolen yet."
  503. >With that he walks towards the tills, and you just shrug at her as you leave
  504. >Synthwave pays for everything whilst the cashier also seems peeved he's wearing what he intends to buy
  505. >Snapping off the tag, he places that down on top of the clothing stack and waits
  506. >Annoyed, the stallion behind the till soon scans it and packs up the rest of Synthwave's clothes
  507. >Synthwave grabs the filled bag in his magic after tapping his stick card and returning it to his shoulder bag
  508. >It looks a bit much with his other bag from GAE hanging off it
  509. "Want me to carry something?"
  510. >"What do I look like, a mare? I can carry my own shit."
  511. >That earns him a confused look from the cashier as both leave
  512. >When you get outside it's not as cold as it was inside due to the air conditioning, but it's thankfully overcast, the sun hiding behind the clouds
  513. >You're fine in some clear sun as you're not wearing anything, but Synthwave is now wearing a somewhat tight black dress
  514. >He's going to heat up considerably when it comes out again
  515. >His magic takes the gothic parasol in place and opens it up anyway, and you have to admit it suits the dress amazingly well
  516. >If it wouldn't fuck them up to walk on the pavement with he could wear his matching socks too
  517. >He doesn't have any hoof boots though
  518. >Not that you've seen, anyway
  519. >They might be squirrelled away like his apparent weight set was
  520. >Still, he looks great
  521. >He's getting a lot of stares and you can understand why, you're almost feeling a little underdressed walking next to him
  522. >"So, it's like... twenty minutes till my social worker should be in the office."
  523. "Oh, shit, I guess shopping took a while. We're not far, right?"
  524. >"Yeah, we could walk it."
  525. "We can grab food after then, getting kinda hungry now."
  526. >"Yup."
  527. >Off you trot down the street, and if Synthwave is bothered by the weight of his bags he doesn't show it
  528. "So what did you grab from GAE anyway?"
  529. >He grins at that, floating the bag up to you
  530. >Peeking inside, you see a weird little metal-like box you're not sure the purpose of
  531. >It has a bunch of buttons and input plugs though and looks slightly magitech-y
  532. >"Found a tonal modulator for a hundred twenty-nine bits. Those used to retail for the same price as the CPU I replaced the old one with."
  533. "Is it still worth even a hundred odd?"
  534. >"For what I want it for? Definitely. I can use new software that's developed to do my music stuff, but my setup is older so I have to basically kitbash it."
  535. >"This bit of tech is older magitech like my setup, it'll achieve a similar purpose, but I can run music through the new stuff with fewer errors whilst running it through this to catch everything else and get the sound I'm after."
  536. >He's much more energetic explaining it, and it's nice to see his passion working for him
  537. >The explanation of how his setup works better with the bit of kit doesn't mean much to you, but you're happy to hear it
  538. >You arrive at his social workers office in no time at all with him talking
  539. >He tapers off as you pass through the doors of the care scheme building
  540. >You don't know if it's the care scheme's own or not, really, government based organisations have varying structure
  541. >Either way, he doesn't look like he wants to be here
  542. >"Right. I'll get this done and we can go eat."
  543. >Synthwave approaches the lobby desk and taps on the wood
  544. >The unicorn stallion behind it looks up and smiles
  545. >'Oh, hello Synthwave, what in Hades are you wearing?'
  546. >Synthwaves shrugs
  547. >"Lost a bet. I look fucking good though, right?"
  548. >The stallion makes a 'so-so' gesture
  549. >"Yeah, fuck you too."
  550. >He says it casually and the stallion seems to understand its not serious
  551. >You do wonder how many people have been thrown off by the semi-monotonous voice
  552. >"Is Cherry in?"
  553. >The stallion smiles
  554. >'She is, yes, maybe about fifteen minutes ago. She's early today, so I guess she wants to go home to her kids as soon as possible.'
  555. >"Alright, well, let her know I'm here to see her. Thanks."
  556. >It seems Synthwave *really* doesn't want to be here
  557. >Then again, you suppose it was somewhat forced onto him so he's making the best of it
  558. >After a minute on a phone the stallion looks up
  559. >'She'll be down for you in a moment.'
  560. >"Cool."
  561. >Turning back and waiting where you've sat down, Synthwave sighs
  562. >He whispers to you under his breath
  563. >'Fucking hate that guy, he never shuts up about shitty TV shows. Acts like the Diarchy is going to collapse if you haven't seen any of it.'
  564. >Super normie, then
  565. >Synthwave's social worker, Cherry, soon appears in the adjoining hall
  566. >Earthen, cherry-red mane, pale-lilac coat, purple eyes, cutie mark of a baked pie.
  567. >And holy shit, hel-lo MILF~
  568. >This mare has more everything going on than most mares
  569. >Even with her clearer older age she's very pretty, more like fine wine in how she aged over the years that speaks of good care
  570. >Mr. Cherry was a *very* lucky stallion
  571. >Cherry was wearing a very basic business dress that contoured to her bountiful curvature as she approached
  572. >'Hello, Synthwave, how are you today?'
  573. >He shrugs
  574. >"Eh, yannow. Living."
  575. >'The usual then. It will get better one day, and we'll sort out this moving business soon.'
  576. >Her attention turns to you
  577. >'Hello to you as well, I'm Cherry Pie. Might you be the visiting neighbour that made me have to leave the other day?'
  578. >She says it with a polite smile
  579. >'It's nice that Synthwave is making friends.'
  580. "Nice to meet you too, we're actually here to talk about the moving business."
  581. >'Oh? Shall we discuss it in my office?'
  582. >Synthwave shrugs
  583. >"Probably a good move, considering the circumstances."
  584. >Yes, the partly illegal power move ones
  585. >Getting up, the two of you fall in line behind Cherry as she turns around
  586. >It is very difficult not to look at her absolutely amazing bottom, it rivals Synthwave by a lot, which means a massive ponut and vulva
  587. >All signs pointed to massive teats too going by the way the bottom of the dress pushed out
  588. >A very, *very* lucky stallion, that Mr. Cherry
  589. >You see Synthwave smirking at you out the corner of your vision, he's enjoying the view just as much
  590. >Going up the stairs was just as enjoyable
  591. >You're surprised you're not popping out by the time you reach Cherry's office
  592. >Once she's inside and sitting at her desk and the two of you are also seated, she regards you both with another polite smile
  593. >'What about the moving business did you want to speak about? Also, Synthwave, I can appreciate you having interesting ways of expressing yourself and I wasn't going to ask, but why are you wearing that?'
  594. >'Not to say it isn't very suitable for your looks, however don't you think it's a little strange for a stallion to be walking around wearing mare's clothing?'
  595. >He shrugs nonchalantly
  596. >'Probably, if they can't rock it, but ain't like most can tell with me, right?'
  597. >Cherry sighs
  598. >'Well, at least I know you often limit your eccentricities to the home. Anyway... the moving?'
  599. >You clear your throat
  600. "Yep, so basically I offered the nuclear option. I'm all caught up on Synthwave's situation and that the care scheme he's on wants to move him."
  601. "I just figured he can get them to fuck off with that if he moves in with me and makes me his official caretaker, meaning he gets to stay in Crystal Terrace Gardens where he's comfy."
  602. >"Plus, I made a friend, don't have any of those that aren't just online."
  603. "Yeah, that too."
  604. >Cherry nods in understanding
  605. >'I see. Well, that might work. The only reason really that he can't refuse to move now is because it would take him off of the care scheme, and Crystal Terrace Gardens is partly leased for waywards exclusively.'
  606. "Ah, so no space and they want to move others in."
  607. >'Yes, a lot of it is meant to be temporary housing, ultimately. That includes housing leased by the care scheme as they always wanted to move their markless tenants into their own housing where they'd be safe.'
  608. "It's taken this long?"
  609. >'Such organisations take time to work, and the limited numbers of markless ponies meant no funding for their new housing project. Of course, at this juncture the number of markless ponies has reached a threshold where the housing has been built and is ready.'
  610. >'Of course, some won't want to go─'
  611. >She gestures to Synthwave
  612. >'─and that's a bit of a... liability? They aren't happy with companies possibly facing fines and legal trouble in case they hire a markless pony and something bad happens.'
  613. >You nod, Synthwave explained it already
  614. "They want the NEETs to be safe but also to cover their asses."
  615. >'NEET is an appropriate slang term, if a bit crude, but yes. Your idea may hold water... though it is... *questionable*. Having said that, I do think Synthwave would be happier with a friend.'
  616. >She looks you over with a kind smile
  617. >'And I can already see that he seems a great deal more relaxed. You must be doing something right.'
  618. >"You do pretty well for me, don't worry about it."
  619. >'Well, for one, you'd never have worn that outside before so you're clearly having fun, and you've even showered seeing as your hair is actually its usual platinum-blonde.'
  620. >She glances at you
  621. >'What's your secret?'
  622. "Uh, banter and magitech computer parts. I think."
  623. >She laughs gently, it's a very lovely sound
  624. >'Well, I have neither of those things. The most electronic thing I have is an old Watchful-Vision in the kitchen, my foals are the ones that have all the newer magical gadgets.'
  625. >She muses wistfully
  626. >'It's all Ionian to me...'
  627. >Perking up, she smiles again
  628. >'Well, I'm sure putting in an explanation to the higher-ups will set you on the path you need, I can do that and tell them Synthwave wishes to move in with another pony.'
  629. "As his caretaker."
  630. >'Yes, that would certainly allow him to stay where he is, more or less. Hm... while there likely isn't much they can do to say no, it *does* mean he would still be on the RCC and beholden to the care scheme, they don't like leaving markless ponies on their own.'
  631. >'They will make constant enquiries to his caretaker, and I or another assigned social worker will likely be sent to consult with that caretaker to make sure he's getting the appropriate assistance.'
  632. >Synthwave shrugs
  633. >"So long as I get to stay put and get paid for it, I don't mind."
  634. >She tuts slightly
  635. >'I *thought* that might be another reason.'
  636. >"Free money is free money, I'm happy raking it in and saving it up for what I need."
  637. >'I've always appreciated your extreme candour, Synthwave, but I would suggest not saying that if another social worker or an official mediary of the care scheme pays you a visit, they likely won't be as understanding as I am.'
  638. >Synthwave gives her a mock salute
  639. >"Aye, Cap'n."
  640. >With that dealt with, the next part beckons
  641. "If I take Synthwave to sort out the tenancy plans then you'll get a phone call from the housing association to confirm his details. If you could give them the basics then it'll all move along smoothly."
  642. >She nods
  643. >'Not a problem, I assume you're going along today?'
  644. "Yep."
  645. >'Very well, a glowing review, it is. While a tad dour, Synthwave is a well behaved colt, after all.'
  646. >Synthwave scoffs at her
  647. >Something else comes to mind as well
  648. "Do you happen to have a copy of some paperwork with his address, by the way?"
  649. >'Oh yes, somewhere here.'
  650. >She reaches down into a draw and fishes out some paperwork after a moment of rummaging
  651. >'Hm... here we are Synthwave's file. You can have─'
  652. >She pushes a single form across the desk
  653. >'─That, as it's already a copy. That's my details next to his on who I am and who is under my charge, with that pony's address.'
  654. "Excellent, thank you."
  655. >'Not at all.'
  656. >Getting to your hooves, Synthwave does the same and Cherry politely follows suit to see you to the door
  657. >With a cheery and kind goodbye Cherry sends you both on your way
  658. >When you get down into the lobby Synthwave pointedly ignores the stallion at the desk as you leave the building
  659. >"We're taking the bus, right?"
  660. "Sure, it's a bit of a walk otherwise."
  661. >It's a good thing that if you pay for the bus three times in one day it charges you for the all day price rather than three separate single tickets
  662. >The bus stop nets Synthwave even more stares with the bystanders with how he's dressed with his parasol already out and up to protect against the sun
  663. >With the addition of a very interested onlooking stallion
  664. >Synthwave glances at the guy as he's being very obvious
  665. >"Help you?"
  666. >'Just browsing.'
  667. >Synthwave grins
  668. >"Ain't got no issue with that."
  669. >The bus quietly rolls up soon enough and you're both on and seated in little time, though you put yourself behind Synthwave again just in case
  670. >Mr. Leering goes and sits upstairs as its a double-decker, so he wouldn't be an issue
  671. "Is the temptation to flash ponies getting a bit higher?"
  672. >You say it under your breath to Synthwave and he laughs
  673. >"Kinda, yeah. At this rate I might find somepony that's into it."
  674. >You frown at him
  675. "I'm into it."
  676. >"I know that, homo, but I mean, you're not the only faggot around."
  677. "Bisexual, actually."
  678. >"Whatever, same difference of finding somepony into traps. Honestly with the high rate of faggotry amongst mares in Canterlot you'd think a bunch of stallions might try it themselves."
  679. >You grin
  680. "Instructions were unclear, they ended up also fucking mares."
  681. >"Heh. Imagine us sharing a mare."
  682. >Whilst that was a bit out of left field, that did sound pretty awesome
  683. >Maybe one day, though you suspect finding a mare into girly stallions is like finding a diamond in the rough
  684. >Then again, there were apparently mares on 4Clop after that
  685. >But then again, again, there are no mares on the internet, they're all either stallions or glowies
  686. >Never trust somepony claiming to be a cute little filly
  687. >"So, where do you wanna go for food after this? Getting hungry my own self."
  688. >You shrug, glancing to him and passing your vision over his prettiness
  689. "Dunno, could always do fast food. Does Stablestack work?"
  690. >"Sure, they have decent hayburgers."
  691. "They're also one of the few chains that does white pudding."
  692. >"Doesn't that have like, pork liver in it?
  693. >You nod
  694. "It's mostly oats though. While the liver adds an almost metallic flavour it's pretty much just deep-fried oaty ungoodness."
  695. >"Eh, never tried it, but deep fried oats sound good. Can you get it without the liver?"
  696. >You shake your head
  697. "It's already mostly removed from what it was."
  698. >He nods his understanding
  699. >"Right, gryphon food, called black pudding before, yeah?"
  700. "Yep, that's it, all sorts of meat and blood in that."
  701. >"Echk."
  702. "Yeah."
  703. >"If a pony eats black pudding they probably develop a weirder craving for meat."
  704. "So you eat it all the time, then?"
  705. >"I don't crave meat, I *am* the meat that ponies crave."
  706. >Breaking into chuckles, you bump him slightly as you're right up against him anyway
  707. "You're calling yourself a penis."
  708. >"Fuck up and choke on *my* penis, homogay."
  709. "Traps aren't gay?"
  710. >"Traps get to declare if it's not gay or not, and my lawyers say 'fuck you'."
  711. >You're both laughing between yourselves like a pair of idiots by the time you press the button to get off for your stop
  712. >The housing office looms overhead
  713. "Round two, let's get it out the way so I can fucking eat."
  714.  
  715. ***
  716.  
  717. >"What the shit, it's *sho* good!"
  718. >Synthwave says through a mouthful of deep fried white pudding
  719. >"I mean, fuck, I can feel my arse ballooning out and my heart shrivelling up, but who the fuck cares."
  720. "Told you."
  721. >Your order in front of you, the sun looks down on your outside table as you work through your meal, Synthwave quickly devouring his own
  722. >The paperwork was sorted, the joint application was filed after the older pegasus made a call to Cherry Pie to confirm everything, and now all that remained was to hear back from the care scheme ponies
  723. >Synthwave is apparently a perfect paragon, and the fact that despite being loud as fuck he'd never gotten any complaints against him meant his sheet was clear
  724. >It was a good ball to have in their court, and you always paid rent on time so that would look good on paper
  725. >All the good points aside it was somewhat in the bag anyway, but it probably didn't hurt
  726. >Now though, it was the waiting game
  727. >And eating well earned easy-on-the-wallet fatty food
  728. >"Rest of the day free, fancy doing anything else?"
  729. "Could always see what's on at the cinema?"
  730. >"Hm, actually! I did see there's a new cyberpunk themed film out?"
  731. >Vaguely, yeah
  732. "The one with Illustrious Cygnet? Didn't know he was in a new film until recently."
  733. >"Dude yeah, *literally* me by the way."
  734. "Know what it's about?"
  735. >He shrugs as he pops some fries in his mouth and takes a swig of cola
  736. >"It's a sequel. He didn't die at the end of the last one even if it gave that impression, and now it's following him as he basically finds a new purpose, or something. Then purpose drops into his lap and of course, action adventure film."
  737. "Well, if it's Cygnet then it'll be good. That stallion could make a film about watching paint dry into an epic."
  738. >"Awesome. We can go to Flick, they're great and their seats actually fit my arse."
  739. "Lower prices and cheaper food too."
  740. >"Yeah."
  741. "Whatever noble decided that subsidising them was a good idea needs to be given a raise."
  742. >"The rare time that a noble does something that cool."
  743. >The meals in front of the two of you disappear through the rest of the conversation and you're standing on your hooves before long
  744. >"Bus?"
  745. "Don't be a fat bitch, it's like, twenty minutes away, and it'll burn those calories you just ate."
  746. >"It's more like half an hour, plus, don't you want me to have a bigger arse? Some more cushiony thighs?"
  747. "Only if they're wrapping around my head."
  748. >I suppose that can be arranged, but you'd have to admit your faggotry."
  749. "Hah, best keep myself not gay, I withdraw the statement."
  750. >"Maybe you can have a little gay without it being gay."
  751. >You give him a light shove as you walk
  752. "I don't think it works like that. 'Hm, oh yes I love this cake but it's alright because it's not cake, I cut out a tenth of it while leaving the rest.'"
  753. >He shrugs as he regards you with a slight smile
  754. >"Hey, I don't make the rules, I just work here."
  755. "You work? News to me."
  756. >"I'm in the business."
  757. >An eyebrow raises
  758. "What business is that? Banter or Faggotry?"
  759. >"Higher up, in Shitposting."
  760. >Chuckling, you dip into an alley for a shortcut
  761. "So the elite division of both, what's the salary on that? I need to switch jobs."
  762. >"The grand total sum of zero bits yearly doing it for free and some exposure."
  763. >The winding alley leads through to a miniature crossroads and you have to pause for a moment
  764. >These back ways in ancient cities like Canterlot are almost as ancient as the city itself, yet they still don't show up on any map
  765. >They're often simply known off by hoof or word of mouth
  766. >Such a clash with the newer sections and technology
  767. "I think we go this way."
  768. >"You took an alley without knowing the shortcut?"
  769. "I figured it was a throughway, turns out it's a fucking maze."
  770. >Synthwave laughs, and it echoes along the old walls
  771. >Worse ponies to get stuck in a maze with, I'd wager."
  772. "Oh definitely, I can subsist on thigh and ass meat for weeks to come if I can't get out of here."
  773. >That gets another loudly echoing─
  774. >"Ha! Faggot!"
  775. >─out of him
  776. >For some reason his exclamation coupled with his crossdressing in public just sends you into constant chuckles
  777. >The perfect irony, or heavy hypocrisy perhaps
  778. >He glances at you as his expression turns coy again
  779. >You're quickly learning that's usually a good and bad sign
  780. >As if to demonstrate that fact he steps closer and brushes up against you
  781. >"Hey kid, ever had your dick sucked by a horse?"
  782. >You almost choke as it catches you off guard
  783. "I think I read that one."
  784. >"You will never be the little colt beholden to a giant mare, why live?"
  785. "Many such cases. At least we have traps."
  786. >He's still being coquettish though, bumping you with his haunch
  787. >"Yannow, I ain't much for weird shit, but you make me wanna do weird shit."
  788. >What
  789. "What?"
  790. >"I mean, public sex shit ain't super weird though I ain't done it before."
  791. >You blush as he gets closer to you
  792. >Where did the awkward trap NEET from the flat that asked you to initiate go?
  793. >Did dressing up imbue him with succubus powers?!
  794. >A hoof touches upon your barrel as his face nears yours
  795. >His lips begin to brush yours
  796. >But...
  797. >His hoof doesn't go any further down towards your groin
  798. >Aha!
  799. >You're calling his bluff
  800. "Sure."
  801. >You kiss him back with a deep smooch that turns into a deeper kiss, tasting the residual cola he'd been drinking, and whilst it takes him by surprise he pushes into it
  802. >Then you casually push against his haunch with your hoof and squeeze, igniting your horn to poke at his fat dock
  803. >Just lightly
  804. >It makes him jump as he stumbles back and your hoof moves behind his haunch across his croup and cup a buttock
  805. >"Woah, uh, I wasn't too serious, yannow?"
  806. >*There's* the awkward trap NEET
  807. >Giving him another peck on his lovely pillowy lips you pull back
  808. "I know, you absolute fucking faggot."
  809. >Turning away you return to picking a direction out of the alley maze
  810. "What way do we go, though?"
  811. >"Damn, just done with the kissing?"
  812. "Well we *are* meant to be seeing a film. If you really want, we can kiss in the cinema so long as there aren't many ponies around."
  813. >"Sold, but not in a gay way, that would be gay."
  814. "Noted, so what way?"
  815. >He shrugs as he considers a direction
  816. >"Always go north when possible."
  817. "Eh? I'm fairly certain Flick is to the west."
  818. >"You asked."
  819. "Fuck it, let's try this way."
  820. >You start walking, the shabby off-white walls on either side varying in their tone until you reach another split
  821. >"I don't recall landing in a dungeon crawler isekai, sure fucking feels like it though."
  822. "That would make a decent title though."
  823. >"Yeah?"
  824. "Sure. 'Accidentally transported to an ancient world with a cute companion that's actually a trap?!' It would sell like hotcakes."
  825. >"That does sound pretty good, actually. It's lewd, right?"
  826. "Gratuitous sexual scenes and trap ponut/dick worship every few dozen pages through angled pulled-aside panty shots."
  827. >"Sweet, I'd fund it."
  828. "And it wouldn't be gay to read, or watch if it ever got adapted into hentai, because traps aren't gay."
  829. >"Unless *you're* the one reading or watching it."
  830. "I feel as if you're arbitrarily swapping rules on me."
  831. >"I wouldn't do a thing like that."
  832. >Another turn off comes up, though it looks promising
  833. >It does thankfully soon lead you out where you see some parked propulsives in some sort of vehicle park
  834. >"I think I recognise this street."
  835. "Oh? Lead the way."
  836. >Synthwave stops, and smirks at you
  837. >"Hey, look at that sign."
  838. >Glancing up, you roll your eyes
  839. >The sign marked outside of a shop is 'Western Cosmetics'
  840. >"Told you we should head north."
  841. "'O, great bountiful trap of the thick caked up ass, what is thy great wisdom?"
  842. >"Let not the dicks or balls touch without first declaring 'no homo', lest ye be considered a homosexual of the highest order. Tips can kiss though, that shit's hot."
  843. >"Wisdom for the ages."
  844. >You slow a little as he leads so you can also ogle said thick caked up ass
  845. >Synthwave wiggles his massive bottom a bit as he catches your eyes wandering
  846. >The next street looks much more recognisable, the next one up ahead leads near to a hobby shop
  847. >You're both just walking now seeing as the alley maze was escaped and the general direction is known
  848. >A couple more roads and you're on Flick's street
  849. >Flick itself is a rather large building, converted from an old theatre when a newer and grander one was built in Upper Canterlot
  850. >Apparently the Princesses used to visit it a lot but it still wasn't really big enough to accommodate their sheer size, hence the new one
  851. >It was likely the reason the seats were so big
  852. >The grand scale of it comes into view and becomes a minor thought as you enter
  853. >Luckily for you both, it seems the next showing of the film you're after is in about ten minutes as you interrogate the cashier for information
  854. >Grabbing your wonderfully cheap and still decent snacks and drinks, you carry Synthwave's too seeing as he has all of his bags
  855. >He doesn't protest it, though before you can blink he's paid for them with his stick card
  856. >Your showing is downstairs in screen three and you make your way down, though not before taking the horn dousers presented to you
  857. >Given to unicorns so they can still use their magic whilst dampening the glow around their horn so it doesn't distract from the film, much like a phone might
  858. >Moving downstairs towards the screen you get to watch Synthwave's arse bounce with each step, a nice little bonus
  859. >The place is pretty deserted when you trot inside, though you suppose the film has been out for a few weeks now going by what the cashier said
  860. >Seeing as you've already eaten you hopefully won't burn through your snacks anytime soon as you wait for the film to begin
  861. >Synthwave moves up the stairs to the middle, everypony else currently present being somewhere near the front
  862. >Then he moves a bit further up
  863. >The normal seats are bigger than usual, but they're more so here
  864. >It's also out of sight for most if they look back, at least when the film starts and the lights go down
  865. >That's not foreboding at all
  866. >You get situated somewhere in the middle of the row for maximum viewing ability and Synthwave settles into his seat with a sigh
  867. >"Best seats in the house. Gimmie mah snacks."
  868. >Apparently not opting to use his own magic to bring them over, he wiggles his forehooves at you instead
  869. >Tutting good-naturedly, you float his food and drink across to him
  870. >*Then* he takes it all in his magic and places it in the seat holders
  871. "You couldn't have done that, hm?"
  872. >"I'm just so tired from carrying all those bags and sweating my arse off in this dress. I don't know how mares do it."
  873. >Synthwave doesn't actually look sweaty, still, you wouldn't want to be the one wearing the dress, and it looks better on him
  874. >His bags are piled on the seat next to him, though it's not like the seat is going to be taken
  875. >The lights are already pretty dim as the previews then start to come on
  876. >It's all the usual age-appropriate-for-the-film-rating stuff
  877. >Considering it's a 17 and not something like a CM, thus for anypony that's gotten their cutie mark, the trailers that come on aren't bad
  878. >If it was an FY, CM, or PG, it was usually a kiddy film and thus the trailers were so mundane it hurt
  879. >Synthwave must have looked old enough to have gotten his cutie mark because he wasn't ID'd for his age or to show his mark at all
  880. >It wasn't uncommon for younger ponies to try sneaking into higher rated films by putting on some clothing that hid their lack of a cutie mark and praying to Celestia that they looked old enough to pass the cashier
  881. >You might have tried that when you were younger and totally not failed to convince the ticket clerk outside the screening room
  882. >Didn't even get a refund for your bits...
  883. >The next trailer that flashes on screen is something to do with pirates and airships, it honestly doesn't look too bad
  884. >Synthwave catches your attention by offering some of his gummy sweets in his icy corona
  885. >You snatch them out of the air with your mouth as they float by and one of them that survived trails away from you
  886. >You smile as you follow it back to see it hovering in front of Synthwave's mouth
  887. >Horny bastard, literally
  888. >You lean forwards to grab it before it's swiftly moved out of the way and you lock lips with Synthwave
  889. >The single gummy sweet momentarily forgotten, you lean further into the kiss and end your tongues end up wrestling for control
  890. >Feeling a little self-conscious in public though, you pull back with a slight burn to your cheeks and glance forward
  891. >Nopony else is even peeking in your direction, it's too dim and they're all focused on themselves or the screen
  892. >"Hey, nopony gives a fuck, keep kissing me."
  893. >Synthwave's magic gently attempts to persuade your head to move back
  894. >Letting his magic through, you're faced towards those pouty lips and rather quickly smooching them again
  895. >They're so soft and silky, like he uses moisturising lip balm everyday or something
  896. >Maybe it's just part of his lucky trap package of looking so amazing
  897. >Heh
  898. >Trap package
  899. >Synthwave has one of those
  900. >You chuckling distracts Synthwave as your smiling is also causing interference with the kissing
  901. >His nose hovers close to yours as one of his eyebrows raises quizzically as his pretty eyes search for an answer
  902. >"What's got you so amused?"
  903. >You gently shake your head
  904. "Stupid thought, don't worry about it."
  905. >He smirks
  906. >"Love me some stupid thoughts, let's hear it."
  907. "It's not funny if I have to explain it."
  908. >"Then don't, just say whatever the thought is."
  909. >You shrug
  910. "Trap package."
  911. >That makes him snort down into your chest
  912. >He looks back up at you with a wry expression
  913. >"Just thinking on the goods, huh?"
  914. "Oh yeah, can't resist."
  915. >"I mean, it's perfectly fine if you want to think about my trap package, I've no issue with that."
  916. "See, now I feel I have to explain the context."
  917. >He smiles again as he pops the floating sweet in his mouth
  918. >"Oh nah, no need, you want to play with my trap package, I get it."
  919. "Pft, I never said I wanted to do that."
  920. >"So you don't want to play with me? Damn."
  921. "I never said that either."
  922. >"So you *do* want to play with my trap package?"
  923. "You keep relating this to your dick."
  924. >"Does trap package refer to my arse?"
  925. >You shrug, glancing down to his seat where his massive haunches and bum are filling it out very nicely
  926. "That'd be a pretty fucking heavy package."
  927. >"You're saying you can't lift that?"
  928. "Eh, I'd probably manage."
  929. >Synthwave's face that had been slowly reverting back to its usual bored look went back to being coy
  930. >Uh-oh
  931. >"Let's test that theory, shall we?"
  932. >You begin to protest, quietly, but your words fall on deaf ears as Synthwave hops out of his seat and just as quickly moves in front of you
  933. >Your mind blanks a little as he hikes up the hem of the dress and you get a full view of fat trap booty and bits before he somewhat gently throws himself into your lap
  934. >Somewhat gently, as in, not at all, but his arse is so hefty that the impact is cushioned rather well
  935. >Like a memory foam mattress, he slowly sinks into your lap
  936. >His haunches and thick cheeks sort of mould around you, making for a very soft, if a bit heavy, lap pillow
  937. >Another reason for your mind blanking to some degree is that Synthwave is still wearing those very nice silky panties
  938. >The tight black ones that are both somewhat sheer and tight
  939. >His tail is positioned out of the way, draped somewhat over the hoofrest of the seat
  940. >And you, of course, are not wearing anything
  941. >Your groin is mashed right up against what you're very certain is his perineum, held in those silky undergarments
  942. >It's a lot of stimulation, and you can already feel yourself starting to harden out of your sheath as you redden
  943. "Uh, S-synth?"
  944. >"Yyeesss?"
  945. >He draws out, smirking back at you as he leans back and whispers
  946. >"Managing well enough?"
  947. >Saying it whilst wiggling his immense backside against your extending dick
  948. "Fucking Hades."
  949. >One of those especially cute giggles comes from him as his magic teases your hooves into moving from behind his thick croup to rest around wide marely hips
  950. >"Gotta say, this is driving me nuts."
  951. >You can't help but scoff
  952. "Driving *you* nuts?"
  953. >"Oh fuck yeah, my heart's going a million miles a minute right now."
  954. >Yeah that was about the half of it, your coat is meant to be a somewhat leafy shade of green but right now it's probably closer to a salmon pink
  955. >Did it embarrass Synthwave to do this as well?
  956. >He's clearly–
  957. >"You're an odd guy, Anon."
  958. "Pardon? Says the trap with his ass in my lap."
  959. >"Just that I mean I don't really do this shit, going out to films and dolling up, and here you've got me being all proactively pervy too."
  960. >He gives an amused hum as he wiggles back into you again, your dick now definitely erect
  961. >It's caught between his huge bottom and if you angle your neck down you can see your thick tip pushed up just past his fat dock, the tail almost covering it
  962. >You gasp as his wiggles squishes his equally pronounced ponut against your shaft
  963. >It's *so* soft in the panties
  964. >"You know, usually by now I'm in bed napping because I've had too much interaction, but I guess you just bring out the energy in me."
  965. "Sounds like a good thing?"
  966. >He shrugs a little
  967. >"It's not bad, honestly. Maybe horniness plays a role."
  968. >Another sensation-inducing wiggle
  969. >"I'm pretty fucking horny right now."
  970. "N-no shit."
  971. >"Seriously, I've never harnessed horny energy before. This must be what it's like for mares."
  972. >A pause
  973. >"As an aside, I'm also pretty certain this is homosexual behaviour."
  974. "Can't be, traps aren't gay."
  975. >"Maybe so, but..."
  976. >Wiggle
  977. >"Hmm, yep, our balls are touching."
  978. >Oh, so *that's* what that slight warmth and weight is
  979. "It's all good, you're wearing panties, they're not touching fully."
  980. >He sniggers into a hoof
  981. >"Oh thank fuck, I thought this was supremely faggy for a moment."
  982. >Squeezing your hooves around his curvy middle, you chuckle into his back with a light kiss to the small of his croup
  983. "You're by far the weirdest pony I've ever met, it has to be said."
  984. >The situation is so bizarre it's begun to normalise, and your large erection pushing up against his nearly bare ponut is simply just mildly worrying
  985. >If only because there lies the possibility of getting caught as you're in public
  986. >All this and the film hasn't even begun yet
  987. >The lights do start to dim further into almost complete dark, the light of the giant screen glowing as the film then becomes presented, the previews finished
  988. >You float on your horn douser and Synthwave does the same, albeit a tad reluctantly
  989. >"Can you see the screen?"
  990. >Synthwave says, as he leans back to one side against you
  991. >With your hooves around his barrel and leaning slightly to the other side, you can
  992. "Yeah."
  993. >"Are your legs dead yet?"
  994. "I'm not that weak."
  995. >"Cool, guess I've got the best seat in the house."
  996. "Don't *I* have the best seat?"
  997. >"Best lap warmer, maybe, but my seat has a dick."
  998. >He gyrates against your cock agonisingly slowly, forcing an exhalation from you
  999. "Fucking─Synth, calm it down."
  1000. >"But my seat has a dick."
  1001. >You squeeze your hooves against the softness over his taut belly
  1002. "And my lap warmer has a dick, but you don't see me playing with it."
  1003. >"You can if you like to?"
  1004. >Synthwave shakes his large bottom again as he says it
  1005. >Burning, you try and simply focus on the film now rolling into the opening scene
  1006. >As you're actually here to watch a film, Synthwave does also turn his attention to the screen
  1007. >Though it doesn't stop him from idly shifting his comfortable weight around every moment he remembers to elicit some kind of reaction from you
  1008. >It's mostly just distracting sensation
  1009. >You swear, you're going to...
  1010. >What are you going to do, Anon?
  1011. >Kiss him? That'll just encourage him further
  1012. >...Play with him? That might also just encourage him further
  1013. >You could always push him off, but you like the softness and the hot nature of the situation you're embroiled in
  1014. >Maybe you'll just have to endure
  1015. >Your erection isn't going away anytime soon either
  1016. >Maybe it's the warmth of clothing, the seats, and two bodies pushed together, but it's getting ever to easier to slide against him
  1017. >Shiny Synthwave ponut...
  1018. >That or you're just leaking
  1019. >Either way, it's more stimulation that's taking you away from the current scene of the film
  1020. >You do your best to soldier on and watch, burning your way through your snacks
  1021. >Nothing majorly lewd occurs until maybe halfway through the film near a sort of expository part
  1022. >Synthwave gets up for a moment from using you as his seat, and a cold chill settles as he flaps the hem of his dress for some airflow
  1023. >Your cock is still sort of slick, so it's a mixture of warmth and arousal making things damp then
  1024. >He positions and sits back down into your lap again, yet not before snagging your dick in his magic and moving it
  1025. >The immediate burning thought for what he might be trying to do and that comes to mind is the obvious one
  1026. >A fleeting wish to feel the encompassing and tightly wet warmth of what would follow passes through your mind and causes your heart to skip a beat
  1027. >That's actually thankfully annulled when your tip simply slides pleasurably between his chunky thighs whilst his soft buttocks settles around you once more
  1028. >He squeezes your thick shaft with his thighs as your dick pushes up under his groin and likely somewhat into his lap
  1029. >He whispers to you, your ear flicking as he leans in
  1030. >"Don't mind me, Anon."
  1031. >A little more self-conscious, you turn your attention towards the film
  1032. >It's fine, Anon, just that... he now has control of your dick
  1033. >And your dick is pushed up against his balls, contained in those silky panties
  1034. >It's perfectly, dangerously fine
  1035. >His dress and tail are covering things, so it's not like it's visible
  1036. >Though whilst it's not like attendants come through to shine a torch at folk much anymore, it doesn't mean it couldn't happen
  1037. >You can't imagine what *that* occurrence would be like
  1038. >Slipping off your lap to reveal your burgeoning erection with a sheepish smile and a 'Oh, who put that penis there?' probably wouldn't cut it with the staff
  1039. >The current scene playing has some good action with Cygnet's character getting out of some trouble
  1040. >Though it's hard to focus on it as apparently, a horny Synthwave is a bold Synthwave, and as his hooves are resting on your own to keep them at his slim barrel, his magic...
  1041. >...Is every now and then stroking at your tip
  1042. >It's nothing but the odd graze here and there, but it's a flaring alarm in your mind
  1043. >One of pleasure and agitation
  1044. >He's quite magically capable, you must admit, he's got his drink and sipping at it whilst it floats along with his food, and his magic is touching you as well
  1045. >And he's doing that whilst watching the film, more or less
  1046. >He's only half watching really, looking more attentive to how much he can tease you
  1047. >Synthwave deems that he's not getting nearly enough of a reaction for his liking as you try to take a sip of your drink and nearly choke on your mouthful as his magic envelops your dick
  1048. >Of course he's only gone and cast his onahole spell he'd been using on himself the other day
  1049. >A perfect replica of a mare's tight silky vulva encompasses your tip and swallows your wide shaft in a dark blue haze, a deeper shade than Synthwave's eyes
  1050. >The dousers have that effect, but not on overall casting ability
  1051. >He smiles, quite smug, as he's certainly succeeded in getting the desired effect as he leans back towards you with his lips pursed
  1052. >With no real ability left to focus on the film, you give up and push your lips against his satiny own, the onahole magic gently pumping away at your throbbing cock
  1053. >Though you do really *really* concentrate on not blowing your load, making a mess of his nice gothic dress and the seat in front wouldn't be a good move
  1054. >And what if the force of your eruption is strong enough to go over the seat and down in front?
  1055. >That horrifying thought in mind, you break up the kiss after a few seconds
  1056. "C-can you, uh, calm it down?"
  1057. >"Hmmmmaybe."
  1058. "Maybe?"
  1059. >"Yep."
  1060. "What is it con-contingent on?"
  1061. >"Hm, touch me?"
  1062. >He says as the onahole spell gives you another blindingly slow stroke that sends sparks up your spine and makes you gasp
  1063. "Touch you? I *am* touching you."
  1064. >You gently squash your hooves his barrel and hips for emphasis
  1065. >"Not there..."
  1066. >Leading by example, you jolt just a bit as the frog of one of his hooves massages over the head of your mast
  1067. "S-synth, c'mon!"
  1068. >"C'mon, Anon. It's not gay if it's a trap, right?"
  1069. >That wasn't actually what you were worried about, and at this juncture you're fairly certain that line has been crossed so far that you've looped at least twice
  1070. "If we get caught then I'm going to... to do something annoying you won't like."
  1071. >Halfway between giggling at your shit threat and teasing you, he shuts you up with another amazing and distracting kiss as his magic eases up on the onahole spell
  1072. >Just enough that your eyes don't cross at least
  1073. >Between the kiss and the stimulation it's not much effort to shift a hoof forwards, but it pauses as your horn lights up instead, fumbling at his taut belly
  1074. >There's a break in the kissing as he nudges you
  1075. >"That's not your hoof."
  1076. "You never said I had to use my hoof."
  1077. >Your dark green magic ─usually a lighter green like your eyes─ moves down lower
  1078. >The kinetic feedback of grabbing an object starts to link back as the corona passes over what you're going to readily assume is Synthwave's now erect dick under the dress and panties
  1079. >The magic registers the taut panties stretching as it moves underneath and registers the presence of organic matter
  1080. >That is to say, the penis
  1081. >Given his hum of confirmation or possible amusement as your magic field surrounds it, you'd guess it is
  1082. >Feels about the right size and shape
  1083. >The thing with magic was that it couldn't 'feel' as such, but you could feel *it*
  1084. >Synthwave's gasps as you both returns to kissing meant you were on the money
  1085. >The corona moves gently as you employ more of a massage than anything, like you're trying to pick up an object and only half-arsing it
  1086. >Generally it formed a partial field that would begin to fold in on itself and push whatever is being picked up around if it has any proper mass
  1087. >It's very useful for actual self-done back massages after a hard day of shit work
  1088. >...Maybe you should learn the onahole spell
  1089. >Synthwave would definitely teach it to you, along with the bubble shield spell for soundproofing
  1090. >"Anon..."
  1091. >You open your eyes mid kiss and note that despite the lower light level he's got some serious bedroom eyes going on
  1092. >"Don't go making me cum, alright?"
  1093. >You smile at him
  1094. "Says you, you're the one torturing me with proper spells."
  1095. >"I'm m-much more sensitive."
  1096. >Is that so?
  1097. >Maybe it was time the turn finally tables
  1098. >Your magic ceases casting and he seems miffed for a second before your horn glows lowly in the douser again
  1099. >His pretty eyes go wide in mute alarm and he taps a hoof against your chest to little effect
  1100. >"N-not there, dummy!"
  1101. "Oh? Too sensitive?"
  1102. >"Yes!"
  1103. >He almost hisses it in your ear, taking a deep breath as he leans into your neck
  1104. >"S-seriously... I'll make a mess."
  1105. >Big arses mean big ponuts, and ponuts are full of nerve endings, you knew very well from your previous time with a mare
  1106. >Whilst you'd always hoped to get with a mare with a *massive* ponut, Synthwave ticked that box by himself with flying colours
  1107. >You give him a good taste of his own medicine as your magic languidly strokes over the highly sensitive thick ring of muscle once more for good measure
  1108. >It makes him almost buck like he's been struck by lightning and he pushes his lips against yours to muffle his wonderful moan as he shakes from the sensation
  1109. >Fucking hell, this trap
  1110. >Not that it was difficult to have guess, but you found his ultimate weak spot
  1111. >Should have been the obvious nuclear option to begin with, really, though it wasn't as if your relationship was quite at that point before
  1112. >Well, the button's been pushed now, figuratively and literally
  1113. >Though you do relent, as Synthwave also shooting a massive load all over the floor would be linked back to the ponies in the seats
  1114. >You're quite sure that Flick has a strict 'no sexual activities' policy
  1115. >"I'll be good for now."
  1116. >He says it in your ear after giving you another smooch, turning back and resting against you
  1117. >'Being good' in this context is ceasing the onahole spell, though his magic still idly tweaks your erection around playfully
  1118. >Much in a similar manner to how your magic had been working, in an impromptu massage that's more nice than pleasurable
  1119. >Not to say it isn't, just that it's not nearly as intense
  1120. >You can actually get more engrossed in the film again, even with both of your respective magical fields playing grabbing games with each others dicks
  1121. >You use your hooves you drink your drink and eat your snacks as you're having to put concentration into both the film and maintaining your 'massage'
  1122. >Synthwave isn't having any issue there, and seizes your items from you, holding them just in your peripherals for whenever you want some
  1123. >Showoff
  1124. >Given that you were pretty distracted for over half the showing with a fat-arsed trap stealing your attention and making you aroused, you only have a general idea of what's going on
  1125. >The film winds down as you're trying to piece together what actually happened, whilst Synthwave lifts his mighty backside off of you to get some airflow again
  1126. >Your dick is slick with sweat and arousal, all you can really do is wait for it to retract and let it dry
  1127. >Definitely going to need a shower when you get home
  1128. >You wonder how Synthwave is...
  1129. >Oh, the panties are coming off
  1130. >He's slipping them down and off his hooves discreetly as the credits finally roll, stuffing them into another part of his saddlebag as he sits back in his seat
  1131. >"Damn, things got pretty warm there for a moment, huh?"
  1132. >His magic moves one of his other bags into your lap to hide your still calming dick as the music of the credits keeps on
  1133. "'Warm' is an understatement."
  1134. >"Hot under the collar?"
  1135. "Yeah, a bit, I wonder how that saying came about?"
  1136. >"Eh, who cares."
  1137. >You watch the scenic cool vistas of the credits whilst everything settles and you can finally get up without issue and ditch the douser on your horn
  1138. >"Fun film?"
  1139. >Synthwave smiles as he says it, getting up and collecting his stuff as he discards his douser too
  1140. "I didn't get to watch half the film, I got somewhat waylaid."
  1141. >The smile gets smug as he takes the lead on leaving
  1142. >"Oh yeah? How'd that happen?"
  1143. "Wish I knew, but now my balls hurt and I can't think straight."
  1144. >"Sounds like you had a good night out."
  1145. "Probably gonna need to rewatch the film though."
  1146. >"Eh, we can do that back at mine, I can grab a torrent."
  1147. "It's been out long enough?"
  1148. >He nods, and you watch the hypnotic sashay of his bouncy arse in the tight dress
  1149. >The mind is being distracted
  1150. >"Oh yeah, saw it on PlatRips."
  1151. "They kinda get every film pretty quick, but not usually weekly fast."
  1152. >"They do when it's a popular Cygnet film. His character from Chauffer is the mascot of the site after all."
  1153. "He is literally me."
  1154. >"No, fuck you, he can't be you because he's literally me."
  1155. >The film was a couple of hours long and the time flew like nopony's business, yet it's only around three in the afternoon
  1156. >It's still somewhat sunny when you get outside the theatre and keep on
  1157. >"I can't wait to get home though."
  1158. "Same here, it'll be nice to just lay down after a shower."
  1159. >"Shower sounds good. Hm, then we can cuddle."
  1160. "Cuddle? What a fag."
  1161. >"Trap."
  1162. "What's the difference?"
  1163. >He bumps you with his sizable haunch with a bit of force and knocks you off your path momentarily
  1164. >His arse truly is a weapon to be reckoned with
  1165. >Getting back onto the bus when it comes along, there's still a few sets of eyes on Synthwave and his drop-dead gorgeousness
  1166. >"Don't we get the all-day price now?"
  1167. >He says as he taps his stick card
  1168. "I mean, I do, I tapped it three times today, you only tapped it twice and paid with cash in the morning."
  1169. >"Oh, yeah. Ah well, two singles it is."
  1170. "Oh no, you have lost four bits, whatever will you do. Surely you will now starve, such woe."
  1171. >"Hah hah, jackass."
  1172. >When you take your seat next to the window, Synthwave sits down besides you with his bags and squishes you in with his arse
  1173. >You've come to think it's a very good feeling
  1174. >As the bus starts to move along smoothly, the last ponies to get on the bus come near the back where you're sitting, just behind you
  1175. >You're honestly not too surprised that they take an immediate interest in Synthwave
  1176. >It's basically mandatory at this point, he really *does* rock what he wears
  1177. >Now you're wondering if he'd manage to pull off one of those fancy one-piece swimsuits
  1178. >Imagining Syntheave bulge and ponut in a tight black one-piece that contrasts with his coat is a sexy thought, but you don't want to get hard again
  1179. >At the very least, the ponies behind talking are a distraction as they mention Synthwave by description
  1180. >'Dude, she's hot as fuck, the size of her fucking haunches.'
  1181. >'Look at that guy, how'd he pull a babe like that?'
  1182. >They're not being as subtle as they think they are, their whispering is almost at a normal conversational tone
  1183. >'I'd make sure she got a proper fuck.'
  1184. >Synthwave laughs, snapping them out of their 'whispering'
  1185. >'Yeah filly, we'd take good care of you. More than this loser.'
  1186. >They're talking directly in your direction now
  1187. >You don't really need to say anything. They're morons and morons will do moron things
  1188. >'I'm really good at eating pussy, I'll give you a free sample.'
  1189. >Synthwave's flat expression turns into a grin as he turns to them
  1190. >Oh
  1191. >You know what's coming
  1192. >Shifting his hefty bum around he keeps the grin
  1193. >"You sure you want that?"
  1194. >'Sure, we can go back to my place.'
  1195. >'Triple team, let's go.'
  1196. >You feel yourself smiling as Synthwave's horn ignites and he lifts the hem of the dress
  1197. >"Go ahead, colts, have fun."
  1198. >As you'd expected, it takes them by surprise
  1199. >'Oh shit, what the fuck, dude!'
  1200. >'Dude!'
  1201. >'Bro!'
  1202. >Laughing with Synthwave as they immediately leave for the upper level of the double-decker, he nudges you with a hoof as he settles back
  1203. >"*That's* more the usual reaction I get, it's mostly funny."
  1204. "A bit, certainly sent them running."
  1205. >"Hm, it's one of those things I can't control of course, the weirder reaction normally comes from the lack of a cutie mark."
  1206. >He shrugs, smiling slightly
  1207. >"Now I'm feeling tired, ha."
  1208. "We can definitely snuggle when we get in."
  1209. >He leans into your shoulder with a giggle
  1210. >"Hmm, snuggle and chill."
  1211. >That catches your interest considering your expanded interest
  1212. "Chill, eh?"
  1213. >"I'm pretty horny, you've gotta be super horny after me amusing myself, why not... experiment, have some fun?"
  1214. >He emphasises the statement with a light peck on your shoulder
  1215. >Fun with a trap, in his flat, on a huge queen-sized comfy bed after being all damp from a nice shower and relaxed from a film
  1216. >Now just what could *that* entail?
  1217. >You give Synthwave a smooch as you bump his nose with your own
  1218. "Sounds like a plan to me, faggot."

Trap Card Activated (Anon x Synthwave) Part 1

by Jessi

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Trap Card Activated (Anon x Synthwave) Part 2

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