3. > Anonfilly was perpetually textured in the burger grease. > The grease lined her fur and emanated from her pores. > Her innards waxed like sprayed paint > The grease was an undisclosed symptom of regularly consuming what McHoofies dubbed the “Amazing Burmger.” > A four layer burger of cheese, lettuce, tomato and processed hay. > The cooking process required the sandwich be dipped and laid to rest in a vat of calorie dense, sodium rich vegetable oil for about twenty or so seconds. > The burmger was one of the more unhealthy choices on the extensive McHoofies menu. > And the only burmger in fast food history to br wrapped in paper plastered with ministry of health warnings. > Floorb brought these particular burmgers home at the end of her shift for their one unusual characteristic. > Unlike other burmgers. The Amazing Burmger was unable expire. > Regardless of temperature or handling, this special menu item, sold at 3.99 Bits was a product that refused to die. > It had been about a week since Anonfilly convinced Floorb to quit masturbating. > Anonfilly, as a show of comradery decided to abstain from masturbation as well. > And as a rule during this time of healing. The two ponies agreed that there was to be no new pornographic illustrations penned, and that for safety. They would begin consciously spending time together outside of Floorb commissioning Anonfilly. > The first week had been rough. > Debates around if grinding along the floor or their seats was considered masturbation over sexually charged snakes and ladders sessions. > Never ending games of dice. > Mid-afternoon naps. > Late night coffee runs > Break of dawn beer runs > Loud music to drown dirty thoughts > Attempts in the dark, deathly silence to achieve hoof the fabled hoof free orgasm. > Tears were shed, venom was spat, and many burmgers were consumed. > Floorb, the thinner of the two, had already packed a good thirty three pounds of fat within a week. > And Anonfillt was at her breaking point with Floorb, who she had to watch like addict sneaking about the place looking to get her fix while nopony was watching. > It was the morning of day eight. > Floorb entered the house dressed in her crimped McHoofies uniform. > Dropping her keys in the bowl near the door with a sigh and removing her silly black and purple baseball cap before approaching Anonfilly. > “I’m home.” She grumbled, approaching Anonfilly, who was rapping her hoof restlessly along the dinner table. “Welcome home.” Anon hissed, eyes lidded and glued to the floor > “Getting sick of this yet?” Floorb spat through gritted teeth “Nope.” Anon replied, not even dignifying the mare with eye contact. > Floorb presented her hindquarters to Anonfilly. > The mares sex locked behind a steel cage which only Anonfilly had the key to open > The mare’s ass was fat and untoned. > Dappled in freckles of various, elongated sizes. “God your ass is fat.” Anonfilly cringed, glazing the table for the key to Floorb’s chastity cage. “Shut it and get this thing off of me. It’s suffocating my folds.” > Anonfilly glanced at Floorbs trembling back hooves. > “You are so pathetic you know that.” Anonfilly shot “I can’t believe I have to do this for a full grown mare.” > The filly inserted the key and unlocked Floorb from her pubic prison > Floorb sighed in relief as the humid air of the apartment kissed her most tender area. > Anon, who was seated on a crying wooden chair. Spread her legs, revealing to Floorb her own cage, which only Floorb had the key to open. “Now do me, fatty.” Anon ordered > Floorb rolled her eyes and produced a small key from her front pocket. > “If you’re gonna speak to me like that, maybe I won’t let you out.” She huffed “Stop being petty and get me outta this thing.” > “What’s the matter, Anonfilly? Feeling a little…repressed?” Floorb teased “N…No…” Anon muttered > “What the heck do you do all day when I’m gone anyway? How does a mare like YOU amuse yourself without a little personal time? I know you haven’t been drawing. The picture you drew for charades last night looked like a kindergarten drawing. I think you're starting to lose your touch.” “I’ll touch you if you don’t get this thing off me!” Anon growled > With that, Floorb unlocked Anonfilly’s cage. Which fell to the floor with a thud. > The two ponies stared at each other with anger for a long, awkward moment. > Floorb looked around the room > “So are we gonna…?” > Anonfilly grabbed Floorb by the wrinkles of her shirt and hauled the large, full grown mare into a kiss. > Within seconds the two were tense with lust and coiling their tongues together in knots. “You know how hard it is waiting for you to get home!?” Anonfilly cried, their tongues gift wrapped together > “Waiting for me! I literally count down every minute of the clock!” Floorb cried > The two embraced in another long, passionate kiss. > The two quickly began exploring each other's bodies. > Rubbing thighs, pulling tails and prodding their genitals with their shaky, unwashed hooves. > It only took three and a half days for Anonfilly and Floorb to become intimate l. > This was because, prior to having their masturbation sessions withheld. Neither were brave or desperate enough to initiate anything. > But only after a couple days without release, the two had turned into animals. > And while it was never considered in the original draft of their “Masturbation reset agreement.” > There was technically nothing that forbade them from having sex during their detox. > Anonfilly gripped the puffy flesh above Floorb’s pussy. > The mare, who was never on the slim side to begin with. Was now developing fat in places where her body, prior to her new dozen hayburger a day diet had never pocketed fat. > Floorb and Anonfilly both groaned as they awkwardly grinded their masses together. > Floorb, who was now standing on her backlegs, leaning over and against the stout Anonfilly’s tummy. Gnawed at partners bottom lip. > The two were mostly wordless as they fumbled their way through assisted masturbation. > Occasionally one of them would stutter something predictable. > A phrase or question they had heard from the pornographic films the two used to watch. > “Does that feel good?” > “Do you like that?” > “That feels nice.” > But other than these occasional verbal affirmations. The room was filled solely with the sound of sopping mare meat rubbing and smacking together. 3. > Post sex was punctuated with long, exhausted sessions of laying on the couch or floor breathing heavily in a mess of their shared fluids. > Floorb, who was now laying naked on the floor beneath Anonfilly's hooves. Her mouth agape and tongue dangling from the left corner of her mouth. Reached from the floor to the dinner table where a stack of day old, unrefrigerated “Amazing Burmgers” sat. > Her extended hoof moved without grace along the tabletop before snatching a burmger, peeling away the wrapper and taking a large bite of the grease crusted sandwich. > Anonfilly slouched in her chair deflated. “I think I’m the only one in existence to lose their virginity twice at the same age.” > Floorb piqued her eyebrows in confusion at this odd phrase. > She felt an urge to ask what she meant but decided against it. > Whatever she meant by this invited too many questions. “You know, I’ve been thinking.” Anonfilly said breathless “All my life I NEVER considered sleeping with a human woman. But a mare?.... I’ve always been morbidly curious about having sex with a horse.” > Floorb took another bite of her burger, ears against the hardwood “Thanks for being a friend.” > “No problem.” Floorb replied, mouth stuffed with food “I never considered sleeping with another mare either…I’m more of a dickgirl.” > Anonfilly chuckled at Floorbs lack of human lingo. “So why haven't you ever had a stallion friend? You're very pretty.” > Floorb blushed and looked away “Because I’m fat…And I hate showering…And I’m socially retarded.” > “Same here sister.” Anonfilly replied, grabbing herself a burmger “Do you ever think…” Anonfilly paused and thought for a moment. “Do you ever think that maybe we'll ever be anything better than the ponies we are now?” > “I doubt it.” Floorb snorted “But why? We're not bad ponies. There are ponies way worse than us that go to parties, and socialize, and fall in love.” Anonfilly said dreamily > “I thought you were agoraphobic?” Floorb asked, licking the oily remnants of the sandwich off her hooves “I am! But it's not a lifestyle choice, or some kind of aesthetic. It's a sickness! A mental disorder punctuated by fear, regret, and sleeplessness!” > Floorb thought for a moment > “I mean….I understand where you're coming from. But I don't know how to fix it. I’m a twenty six year old mare who can't stand even the thought of talking to a stallion. I have no practical skills, I’ve worked the same shift at McHoofies for ten years, and I don't even understand the basics of living…I’m a loser. A fat, ugly, stupid loser….But I've come to accept that about myself.” > Anonfilly slid off the chair, her belly grumbling to the shifting of her large barrel. “Now that's not true! I bet you could get any stallion you wanted! And I bet I could too!” > “Pfft!” Floorb spat “I’m being serious! We complain about how crappy our lives are every day but what’s the one thing we've never done?” > “I don't know…Actually try to fix our situation?” Floorb asked “Exactly!” > “How do you suppose we do that?” > Anonfilly took a large bite of her burmger and thought for a long moment.