LAST TIME, YOU:
>nearly got shower raped
>got bitched at by your superior
>acquired your armor
>hid in a broom closet
>nailed a threstral in a broom closet
>beat the shit out of your would-be rapist, in a broom closet
>left your armor behind ;_;
>hobbled to the med ward with your new battpony butt buddy
>met Princess Luna
>agreed to participate in a shady drug trial
 
"Well, let's just get this over with."
>Domicile's smile widens, and he trots off to the back of the med ward
>Jarboe turns her head in what she thinks is your general direction
>"The hell are you doing, Anon?" she asks the cot next to her
>you don't really have an answer
>drugs, man
"Whatever. I'll be fine! Look, I'm in the medical ward already, so I'll be right here if anything goes wrong. Seriously, I'll be fine, Jarboe, there's nothing to worry about."
"Jarboe..."
>"Yeah?"
"If I don't make it... avenge me."
>"You're an ass, Anon."
>you chuckle and stick your tongue out, which she obviously can't see
>the doctor returns
>quick swag over your foreleg
>he sticks the needle into your skin
>the quick prick hurts for only a moment
>and he pulls the plunger
>you close your eyes
>bracing for the worst
>but nothing happens
>not until
"Oh sweet zombie Celestia, I think I just came."
>the pain... the pain is all gone
>this is fucking fabulous
>based Doctor Domicile
>you turn and give him a loopy grin
"Thaaaanks, man..."
>you smile at him, feeling like the happiest fucker alive
>all light and feathery
>"The pleasure was all mine, Anonymous."
>he leans down and kisses you
>right on the lips
>you weakly lift a hoof and slap it limply across Domicile's face
"Heeey... rape is bad, so like... don't."
>your mouth hangs open, tongue lolling out
>Domicile chuckles, and runs his hoof across your chest
>"Hey, is everything okay over there?" Jarboe asks, looking around wildly, her blindfold staying steadfast. "You're not dead, right?"
>"Oh, he's fine," Domicile says.
>"He is /fiiiine/..."
>bitches can't get enough of you
>this guys deserves a hug
>everypony deserves a hug, man
>you lift your hooves up and draw him in
>hugging him tight
>TIGHT
>"Oh fuck yes, that's the spot... don't you dare let go, you fucking bitch..."
>you hug him harder
>and harder
>you hear little gagging noises
>you're probably choking him
>whatever, he's into that
>you hug harder
>man, this doctor is a bro!
>"GGnnhh... fuck, don't stop..."
>you don't intend to, doc
>you do not intend to
>you continue to squeeze him
>he's starting to thrash about a bit
>but nah man
>he's all cool
>this is how you two connect
>this is how your souls bond
>this is a good time
>you hear a little crack as you give him an especially hard squeeze
>"Anon! Seriously! What's going on?"
>Damn, Jarboe
>always harshing your buzz
>why can't she just be chill?
"Jarboe, just wait a sec. I'll give you a hug too! Right now, I'm uuuuuhhhhgin' the SHIT out of this... this..."
>fuck, what was this guy's name?
"This Doctor guy, maaaaan..."
>"Geh... this is enough hugging now..."
>What?
>Now the doc wants to harsh your buzz?
>there's no way you'll let that happen
>you've got to remind him why he's here
>bring him back to his roots
>rescue him from the clutches of square-land
>so you hug him harder
>and you hear more cracking
>wait
>you can't
>you can't do this
>this isn't right
>you're not some kind of horrible hug rapist
>you let go of the doctor, who sinks to the floor next to your bed
>you lay there, mouth agape, drooling slightly
>what have you become?
>some hopped up hug rapist?
>this is what drugs do to you
>this isn't you
>"Anon? I heard something hit the floor. What happened?"
"Glrraggh."
>fuck, just listen to you
>choking on your own saliva
>you pathetic bitch
>"Seriously, Anon! I don't like having to have you explain everything to me, but c'mon! What's happening?"
>you turn your head slowly to look down at the doctor
>he's passed out on the floor
>you're a monster
>a fucking monster
"I'm baaaaad, Jarboe..."
>"Anon, can you stop dicking around for five seconds, please? You're really starting to piss me off."
>"I let the doctor go. He fall down, go boom."
>Jarboe groans
>you feel the intense need to sing
>it's the only way to lift your spirits
>you take a deep breath, and sing the song of your people
"I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU PRINCESS CELEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESTIAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"PRINCESS CELESTIA I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU, YEEEEES I DOOOOO..."
>somewhere off in the distance
>that is, the throne room two floors above
>Princess Celestia is reading a scoll
>she hears your soulful singing waft up through the vents
>immediately
>celestistanza.png
>"Memefolk? In 1004?"
>"Fuck, my citizens are plebs."
>Celestia turns on her gramaphone, and resumes listening to progressive dreamfunk 
>which is obviously better than avent-garde jazzcore
>well
>no sense in staying here
>while you beautiful warbling is sure to land you into the hearts of filthy hipsters everywhere
>you can't stay here
>the drugs demand you pick up your tired hooves and walk
>you slide sideways out of bed, landing on the Doctor
>he grunts softly, but otherwise makes no noise
"C'maaaan, Jarboe... let's have some fun!"
>Jarboe sighs
>"Look, idiot, you're hurt worse than I am. I'm not leaving because I don't want to, I'm not leaving because I don't want you to fuck up your legs!"
>you crawl off of the doctor and slide across the floor towards Jarboe's bed
"Jarboooooe... live a little..."
>"Seriously, Anon. This will only end poorly."
>you're at the foot of her bed
>you reach up with your forhooves and pull yourself up so that your head is leaning on her bed
"Jarbooooe..."
>her leg shifts under the blanket, and knocks your hooves off the bed
>you're laying on your back on the floor, giggling like a moron
"Nothing can end badly when you're feeling this good!"
>silly Jarboe
>"No, I'm fairly certain that EVERYTHING will end bad when you're like this."
>"You'll probably permanently fuck your legs up, or something."
"Nuh-uh! I'm juuuuuust... gonna crawl everywhere, sassit, yah..."
>you're chewing on your tongue
>it feels all big and swollen
>like a giant wad of taffy in your mouth
>it doesn't even feel like it's you're tongue, what the fuck, haha
>you crawl under her cot
>it smells like antiseptic under here
>hehe, that word's fun to say
"Antiiiiiiii-seeeeptiiiic..."
>"Anon, what the ever loving fuck are you doing down there?"
"Hah! I bet you don't even know WHERE I am!"
"My snipar training makes me a maaaaaSTer at hiding..."
>you chew on your tongue some more
"Antiseptic. Heeh!"
>you crawl out from under the bed
>the smell's a little too much
>and you crawl back up next to Jarboe
>and you grab for the blankets
>"Anon? What are you doing?"
>you pull back the blanket all the way, staring at her slightly pudgy belly
>you dip your head down, lips pressed against her cold body
>"Ah! Anon!"
>you blow hard, making a loud PFFFPPPTH
>Jarboe giggles
>"Jeez, Anon... whatever was in that stuff the doctor gave you..."
>you blow again, causing her to laugh loudly
>"D-Damn! Anon, that tickles!"
>again
>"Pfaha! Alright, Anon! We can go if you want to!"
>you press your face into her belly
"Uh nu uh coo cown uhn oo!"
>your muffled giggles fill the air
>damn, you sound SO FUNNY
>you give Jarboe's cold belly a lick with your tongue
>you lick down a little lower
>it's Jarboe's turn to giggle
>"Anon, what do you think you're doing?"
>you lick even lower
>caressing the little belly bulge with your tongue
>trailing lower and lower
>"Anon!"
>oh yeah baby
>you better believe it
>you lick gently on the edge of her pussy
>and slowly slide down
"Mmm... frosty."
>you give it a little kiss, and look up to see Jarboe's chin against her chest, looking at you with her blindfold
>you smile, and your head falls in between her legs, the world swimming
"Niiiiiigghh..."
>you wake up to find yourself back in your own bed
>with... the two nurses staring down at you
>oh dear
"H-Hey..."
>searing pain in your legs
"AH! Oh, cool! Domicile's drugs wore off, haha..."
>"Please refrain from putting yourself in other patient's cots."
>you nod, sweating slightly, grinning guiltily
"W-Will do!"
>you hear clopping on the other side of you
>turning your head, you see Jarboe
>"Hey, Anon. Enjoy yourself?"
"Uh, yeah... thanks for that. How... how long have I been out?"
>she giggles
>"16 hours. They just had me released. It's a shame though, I missed my spot on..."
>chord
>"...The Night Guard because they wanted to keep me overnight. All because of some minor shit! Lame."
"What happened to the doc?"
>one of the nurses, an earth pony that's slightly chubbier than the other one, a unicorn, sighs
>"He's... indisposed. Recovering, one might say."
>jeez
"Did he get messed up?"
>"He'll be okay. He came to a few hours ago. He's just resting it all off."
>well, good
>at least you didn't kill him
>you begin to scream
>you don't know why
>maybe you just understood your place in the universe as a lowly royal guard, destined to be lost to the sands of time
>maybe it's the pain in your legs
>you don't know
>you don't care
>all you can do is scream
>and scream
>and scream
>you have a mouth
>and you must scream
>suddenly, hoof to face action
"Ow!"
>Jarboe readies her hoof again
>"Stop screaming, numbnuts."
"Okay, look, I'm sorry about that."
>she puts her hoof down
"I just needed to... scream, y'know?"
"Just not keep it in any longer."
>fuck, that sounds really fruity
>ah, who cares
>"Yeah, I get you. It's been pretty rough for the past day or so."
"Not all of it."
>Jarboe smiles.
"How are you, Jarboe?"
>"Better. Only got a dull throbbing in my face now, and my muzzle stopped bleeding ages ago."
>"I should be back in commission for tonight!"
"That's great!"
>you pause
"Can you, uh... can you take me with you?"
>"What, to my shift tonight?"
"Y-Yeah..."
>she smiles, showing off her fangs
>cute little pointed teeth
>"You gonna need those crutch-things?"
>"Yes he will!" the unicorn nurse calls out from the back of the ward
>you groan
"Well, whatever. I still wanna come."
>Jarboe nods
>"I think it'll be nice."
"Me too."
"How much longer will I have to be here?"
>the nurse trots over to you, dragging the crutch apparatus behind her
>"Once we hook you into these, you'll be all set!"
>you look at them
>the belt and harness actually looks a bit...
>hideously painful
"Um..."
>you're not entirely sure you want to do this anymore
"Alright, whatever, I''ll try it out."
>you slide out of bed
>keeping your back legs resting on the bed, you put your hooves on the floor
>you look sort of ridiculous
>Jarboe snickers, annd
>CRACK
"Gah! Jarboe, the fuck?"
>your flank is smarting
>and Jarboe is giggling
>"Sorry, Anon. Those flanks are really magnificent."
>well, at least she's right there
>the nurse comes over, and straps you in
>you slide fully off the bed
>your hooves dangling not but an inch off the ground
>huh
>not that bad
>the harness does chafe a little
"Let's get the hell out of this hug rape inducing hospital!"
>the nurse clears her throat
>fuck, she's still right there
>next time, you'll bite your tongue
>PSHHPPTTHBBT
>yeah, RIGHT
>good one, anon
>good one
>you put one hoof in front of the other one
>the wheels follow, if a bit shakily
>huh, not TOO shabby
>but still pretty fucking shabby regardless
>ah, well
>it'll have to do
>Jarboe snickers
>"Haha, hot ride! You'll be the coolest guard in the palace."
"Yeah, whatever, Jarboe. You're the one who has to carry me up and down stairs."
>she stops talking after that
"Hey, wait!"
>the nurse turns around
"Do I have to go on duty like this?"
>"You're allowed sick leave for one week in an accident like this. If you're not better by the end of the week, then yes."
>woohoo!
>you turn to Jarboe
"Hey... since neither of us have anything to do right now... wanna go out for dinner somewhere in Canterlot Proper? We didn't get to do any of the dinner/early breakfast plans we had set up yesterday..."
>Jarboe smiles
>"I'd love too!"
>you return the smile
>"...except that it's 8 AM."
>fuck
"Well, we could always go to breakfast."
>Jarboe taps her blindfold
"Oh, right."
>well damn
"I-I guess we could eat in the broom closet, and then you can go to sleep after that."
"It'll be romantic!"
>Jarboe giggles
>little, squeaky giggles
>fuck, it turns you on
>"Aw, alright Anon! What do you want to get to eat?"
>you turn to Jarboe
>and you dip your head down
>"Anon, what are you doing?"
>you move your head forward
>butting her in the side
>it's not hard
>but still enough to jostle her a little bit
>"The fuck? Why'd you do that?"
>you turn to her and giggle
>sticking your tongue out
>shit, maybe that drug hadn't even fully left your system yet
>she sighs, and gives you a weird smile
>like she's trying to decide between laughing, kissing you, or ripping your bowels out with her teeth
"We should go get some oatmeal. I'm tired of that gross hay and water
"Same shit every day."
>Jarboe turns her head to the side
>"Huh. I've never had it. It any good?"
"I usually add a little bit of sugar to make it sweeter, though that's just because I have a sweet tooth. It's still good by itself though."
>Jarboe shrugs
"What do you mean you've never had it? I though all guards were served the same food. What do they serve in..."
>you wait for the chord, but nothing comes, so you just continue on
"The Night Guard?"
>"Mostly small animals. Rats and stuff."
>you recoil, which is hard to do in a harness
"R-Rats?"
>"Yeah. We're carnivores, technically."
>b-but
>Meat is Murder!
>The Smiths said so!
"You know what? I think I might want to try meat."
>Jarboe's head turns to "look" at you
>"Really?"
>you nod
>"I mean... REALLY?"
>well
>trying out new things
>that's always good
>right?
>right
>but
>you're not quite sure
>meat is fucking gross
>but you've never had it before, so...
>well
"Maybe just a lick..."
>Jarboe cocks her head
>"If you just lick them, you won't get any of the nutrients."
>bitch pls
"What about, you know... The juices?"
>"Well, yeah, I guess, but can you really call that eating?"
>you snicker
"So you're telling me I gotta really dig in there?"
>"Yeah; dig your teeth in."
>you're holding back tears from this retrained laughter
"Work my mouth on it? Get my tongue all up in that business?"
>"What? You d--oh, fuck you, Anon."
>she flings out her hoof, catching you in the side
>totally worth it
"Hey, I guess we'll both get to try new things!"
>"Yeah, I guess we will."
"Let's go grab some of that hot, steamy oatmeal, and rub it all over you, pouring it down your willing gullet..."
>"Anon?"
"Yes?"
>"Please never, ever talk ever again."
>you chuckle
"But hey, you're so cold you probably won't even get burnt! You could do with a little warming up!"
>"For fuck's sake..."
>you lick Jarboe playfully, and the two of you head for the door
>fast forward a little bit
>you're down at the kitchens
>you're not going to deal with that bullshit of the crowded hall while you've got your crutches
>you got some weird looks, but nopony's mentioned them yet
>you're in the clear
>for now
>you approach one of the cooks
"Hey... can we get some oatmeal? Just two portions, please. I've got an injury, so it's not safe for me to head into the mess hall properly."
>the cook, who is sitting beside a large vat of something steaming, flipping through a magazine, shrugs
>"Sure. Ladle it out yourself, though."
>you grab two bowls, and levitate out enough for the two of you
>you snag some sugar on the way out
>now, to find a nice place to eat...
>the broom closet from before is the first choice, but that is a few floors up...
"Let's just go around looking for a place to go. The broom closet's, like, up stairs and shit."
>"Yeah. I don't want to carry you up those things."
>you guys head down the corridor jutting off to the left of the kitchens, and wander aimlessly, checking rooms here and there
>you finally come across an empty one
>there's a table, but the window has cast a beam of light right across it
>there's a somewhat large wardrobe, though...
>you open the drawer
>there's a few coats
>not much else though
>you take one out and tie it up over the window experimentally
>it blocks out the light, but not very few
>Jarboe would still be highly uncomfortable
>you make a mental note to find her some dark sunglasses
>like... extra dark
>in the meantime, it would be best to add more coats up to the window
>they're not so much coats as thin linen wrappings
>fucking government cutbacks
>you could only fit one, MAYBE two in the space up at the window
>you'd need to stitch them together somehow
>it's a good job you fucking aced embroidery and sewing in home ec back in 8th grade
>sh-shut up, you were just nimble with your magic...
>you push the table up against the window
>the filtered light now hits the table again
>casting a nice dark shadow under the table for you to dine
>you slide under the table with your food, Jarboe close behind
>you smile
"Ready for the blindfold to come off?"
>she nods
>you carefully unravel the bandages
>she blinks hard, squinting
>"S-Still kind of bright... but this is a lot better!"
>"This is good!"
>awwwright
>you push her bowl over to her
>and you drag your bowl over to you
>dumping about half of the container of sugar into your oatmeal
>hey man, don't judge
>you gotta stay perky
>it's cramped under the table for you, what with your harness any everything, so you discarded that
>with a bit of help from Jarboe
>you can't help but notice that she had hugged your flanks for quite a bit longer than normal
>aw yeah, baby
>she's batty for you
>Jarboe looks at the spoon, and pushes it away
>"Spoons, pfft. Useless unicorn luxury."
>you clutch your hoof to your heart, faking pain
"D-Damn, Jarboe... you wound my race and I so..."
>she bats you with her hoof
>you stick your tongue out and giggle
>she lifts the bowl up to her mouth, and your opens her mouth
>her tongue rolling out
>and out
>and out...
>holy shit, that's a long tongue
>no wonder if felt like your tongue was getting crushed and constricted when you kissed her
>that thing is a regular mouth mamba!
>she dips it into the oatmeal
>it's cooled down significantly, so she doesn't recoil
>no scalding oatmeal burns for her
>easily one of the easiest ways to ruin a sexy breakfast
>her prehensile tongue scoops up a large glob of oatmeal
>and she retracts in back into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully
>fuck, she looks pretty
>you can't stop looking at her
>you're trying to do it not retardedly
>but you look like an autistic puppy
>you pathetic beta you
"I-I really like the w-way you eat oatmeal, J-Jarboe..."
>she pauses, looking at you as though you've gone insane
"I-It really brings out y-your eyes..."
>your can feel spaghetti oozing from your pockets
>except
>you don't have pockets
>unless you count
>your clench your cheeks together and sit up straighter, hitting your head against the underside of the table
>Jarboe snickers, taking another tongue-full of oatmeal
>"You're such a dork, Anon..."
"Y-You too..."
>"Mmm?"
>you sweat slightly
"N-Nothing. You want some of my oatmeal? Nice and sweet!"
>she looks at the mound on your oatmeal
>"I think that'd put me in a sugar coma, Anon."
>as much as you'd like to argue otherwise
>shit's true
>you eat way too much sugar
>you blood is like fucking strawberry syrup
>but if eating a diet where 95 percent of your intake is sugar is wrong, you don't wanna be right
"Well, what do you think of yours so far?"
>"It's good! It's... weird though. Like I'm eating creamy mud."
"Yeah, it'll do that to yah."
>you reach out with your hoof and stroke Jarboe's mane slowly
>it feels thick
>somewhat coarse, like a big dog with thick fur
>"What are you doing, Anon?"
"Petting your mane."
>"Well, I see that, but... why?"
>you shrug
"I dunno, I thought it would feel nice."
>"Does it?"
>you nod
"It's really thick... kinda shaggy, too."
>she scrunches her muzzle, and you chuckle
>"Yeah, threstrals 've got thick manes... it's a bitch to brush, I'll tell you..."
>you continue to pet
"Do you like it?"
>"What, my mane? Yeah, it's alright. Sometimes, I wish it were a lighter purple, like a soft twilight color—"
"No, I meant the petting."
>"Oh."
>she chews on her lip for a moment
>"Y-Yeah. It feels pretty nice."
>you scoot up closer to her
>you move your head up
>and take one of her ears in your mouth
>and you nibble gently
>"Mmnnh... jeez, Anon, you hornog! We can't even eat a meal without you tryin' to go down on me, fuck..."
>you give her a little hug
>she sighs, and hugs you back
>"I-I'm not telling you to stop, though..."
>you nibble down her ear
>chewing on her hair
>yup
>Definitely hair
>coarse and fibery
>good stuff
>smells like...
>the fuck
>it smells like it does just after it rains
>that weird, earthy smell
>it's a nice smell
>but it raises questions about the last time Jarboe washed this shit
>whatever
>you're in the zone mang
>you move downwards again, this time forgoing the rest of her mane
>and burying your face in it, going right to her neck
>nibbling it nice and slowly
>kneading the flesh softly with her teeth
>giving it a gently lick now and then
>haha, she's panting
>Jarboe can't even moan
>all she can do it pant
>you slowly kiss your way down to the nape of her neck
>Jarboe takes one of her hooves and starts to stroke your mane
>returning the favor, as it were
>"You like that?"
>you feel like a dog
>but damn, you'd be Jarboe's bitch all night
>wait
>wait, no...
>Yeah. Yeah, you totally would.
>you move down yet again, kissing the top center of her chest
"Mmm, Jarboe?"
>she looks down at you
>"Yeah?"
"Pet a bit lower..."
>she moves her hooves down through your mane
>closer to your body
>down your neck
>fuck, that gives you chills
>her hooves sliding down through your mane, caressing your shoulders
>that's the stuff
>you kiss her chest lightly, nuzzling it with your muzzle
>you lean back, shifting so that your injured hooves are in a more comfortable position
"Hey, Jarboe?"
>"Mm?"
"C-Can you... can you give me a hoofie?">she smiles condescendingly down at you
>"Oh, don't you wish..."
"Um, y-yeah, that IS why I asked."
>"We haven't even finished breakfast yet, Anon."
"W-Well I hear that a mid-breakfast hoofjob is good for the uh..."
>fuck
>um
"...soul."
>smooth moving, anons
>smooth movings
>"Anon, I'm not going to do that."
>your ears droop
>"It'd just been uncomfortable and annoying for me to use my /hooves/..."
>your ears perk up
>she smiles, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her teeth
>flanked by her fangs
>"No, I think you need something a bit more comfortable..."
>you nod enthusiastically and squeak
"Yes, please!"
>Jarboe pushes you gently backwards, so you are resting on your rump
>she re-configures your legs so that you;'re in a more comfortable position
>her head drops, and her hooves gently cup your crotch
>The flagpole rises
>snaking and sneaking from your sheath like a slippery snake
>the tip of her tongue presses gently against your slowly growing head
>she slowly licks a circle around your cockhead
>you lean back with your forehooves pressed on the ground behind you
>ah yes
>that's the stuff
>that is the stuff
>her tongue slowly slides from her mouth
>and you watch in partial awe
>Damn
>that
>that is a long tongue
>holy shit
>Jarboe blushes slightly as she wraps her tongue around your cockhead, and partially down your shaft
>she's about half an inch up from the ring
>ooooh shit
>she slides her tongue around for a few moments
>And slowly, she moves her tongue back up
>uncoiling your cock
>you're so hard it hurts
>your dick throbbing with the beat of your heart
>Jarboe's tongue slides along the head of your cock one more
>but this time
>the tip of her tongue finds your urethra
"Wait, hold up, I don't—"
>too late
>her tongue parts it slightly
>And slides along the insides of your urethra
>it's barely in
>but holy fuck
>that feels so weird
"Jarboe?"
>"Mmm?"
>her little groan vibrates your cock slightly
>oh shit
>that hits THE spot
"C-Can you suck on the tip while licking my balls?"
>she cocks her eyebrow
"Y-You know... just slide your tongue down there..."
>she pulls off of your cock
>"Anon, my tongue isn't THAT long..."
"I know you can do this! I believe in you!"
>you give her an award winning smile
>had there been light, the dazzle of your shiny teeth and you most likely would have permanently blinded Jarboe
>Jarboe rolls her (thankfully unblinded) eyes
>she sticks out her tongue
>it rolls down quite a ways
>for a tongue
>but it looks like she was right
>that's what
>Four? Maybe five inches?
>Certainly not enough for your massive meat rod
>okay, so you're only 8 inches
>th-that's average, right?
>you slide one of your hooves closer to her
"Well, whatever. Let's focus on what we CAN do, then..."
>you gently rub the inside of her thigh
>Jarboe's eyes sparkle
>"Oh, I like the way you think, Anon."
>your lean forward, and she leans down
>you feel her tongue press against your cock
>and her cold breath bathing your member
>your hoof slides slowly towards her marevag
>and...
>contact!
>you slowly begin to rug her pussy, gently fondling the folds
>her little squeaks and moans vibrate your cock
>truly, you are the luckiest stallion in the world
>you move your hoof upward slightly
>brushing against her cold clit
>rubbing it with the soft inside of your hoof
>Jarboe's tongue laps and licks at your cock
>and you can feel the rising tide
>shit
>already?
>well, who can blame you
>Jarboe's tongue contains unknown pleasures
>so it's natural that you don't last as long as other stallion
>that, juxtaposed with your new chilling fetish...
>yeah, you don't have a short fuse or anything
>but you can't have you cumming first
>leaving her unsatisfied
>so your increase your speed
>rubbing that little fun button as hard as you can
>did you really just call it a fun button?
>fuck, you need to stop reading Steep Steel's Sleezy Smut Stories
>Jarboe's breath on your cock has changes
>it's short little pants now
>your head is nestled on her back
>and your hoof is on her crotch
>it's an odd embrace, but it's one that works
>you can feel her full chill
>and just as the dam breaks
>she makes a high pitches noise, and you can feel your hoof get slightly wetter
>and a lot colder
>just like ice water, as always...
>you had gone over at the same time
>but right before the first shot, Jarboe yanks herself off your cock
>your semen shoots in an arc, splattering her face
>but she makes a grab for the oatmeal bowl
>and before the second shot goes off, she thrusts your cockhead into the warm food
>you grunt, the sudden shift from really cold to pretty warm feel fucking WEIRD
>but
>urfetish.avi
>you blow your load HARD into that oatmeal
>five—no, six—long, gooey strands right into it
>the perfect, good quality semen
>usually you can only get three shots of that
>you're dribbling the shitty, watery stuff now
>but fuck
>that was amazing
>you watch as Jarboe takes the bowl away from you
>your cock is dripping with spit, oatmeal, and semen
>you bask in your afterglow as she sets the bowl aside, and drops down again
>resting with her belly on the floor
>she gives your cock a little lick
>taking some of the oatmeal off
>it twitches, but it's sinking
>Anon Jr can't maintain
>she smirks
>"Aw, tuckered out?"
>you can't even respond
>too good, man
>too good
>she chuckle, and takes the oatmeal in her forehooves, sitting up
>and then raises it to her face
>oh no
>she isn't going to
>she IS
>Jarboe, you nasty, sexy fuck
>she buries her face in the oatmeal a la semen
>and goes to town
>when she resurfaces
>her face is plastered with a sticky mix of oats and cum
>you point at your face
"You got a little something at the edge of your lips..."
>she licks her lips and surrounding face clean with one swipe of her long tongue
>she's still got some on her cheeks
>looks kinda cute
>in that slobby way
"You're cute, Jarboe."
>she smiles at you
>this is a genuine smile
>none of that coyishness or "fucking hell, anon"-ness
>just a smile
>"Aw, thank you, Anon..."
>you feel the heat creep to your face, and you look down at the floor
>"You're pretty cute too, you know. Especially the noises you make."
"Y-You're being so LEWD, Jarboe..."
>she continues to smile, and shrugs
>"What can I say? It's fun being lewd to you."
>you return the smile
"Come closer."
>she scoots up next to you
>you give her a little kiss on the cheek
>getting some cummy oatmeal in your mouth
>mmm, creamy...
>ew, the fuck
>this is like that one dream you had
>the one where you could toss your own salad
>and also suck your own dick
>then it devolved into dick salad, and shit got weird
>but your cum... it tastes, strangely, just how you thought it would
>you move your mouth onto Jarboe's, not wanting to dwell on your cum taste any longer
>but alas
>it is not meant to be
>for that bitch
>she snowballs you
>she still had some of your cum from the oatmeal stashed in there
>and she drops it onto your tongue
>and thrusts it into your mouth
>fuck it
>you'll take it like a man
>you'll eat your own sweet, creamy, oatjizz
>oh dear Celestia what the fuck
>are these the lows you've sunken to?
>oh well
>there are lower lows
>and less hot ones too, haha
>Jarboe's fangs brush against your lower lip
>chills, man
>you break the kiss
>you notice Jarboe wiggling about a little
>her hoof pressed between her legs
>oh ho
"Say, Jarboe... need a little help there?"
>she blushes that cute bat blush
>"Y-Yeah, a little..."
>a devious grin creeps onto your face
"Sit on my face, and I'll lick your pussy until it's the cleanest thing in the castle."
>she stifles a giggle
>"W-Well, alright, you massive dork..."
"What's that you say? I have a massive dork?"
>CLOK
>hoof right to the cheek
>totes worth it
>you lay down on your back
>Jarboe creeps up, hooves on either side of you
>her tail trailing across your body, leaving a pleasant cool feeling running up and down your skin
>like a cool breeze from a fan on a hot day
>she reaches the other side, almost out from under the table
>you can see two small mounds
>oh shit
>crotchtits
>you make a mental note to grab a nice cold glass of milk later
>wink wink
>she spreads her back legs, tail hiked and pressed against the underside of the table
>the batbutt descends
>you slide your hooves onto the battbutt
>gently pressing into the toned muscle
>oh yes
>this is a good time
>her vag is just above your face
>winking now and then
>you stick your tongue out
>closing your eyes in anticipation of that cold touch
>like a flavored ice cube hitting your tongue, you make contact
>ah, that hits the spot
>you slide upward
>you want the good lickings
>you slide your tongue up towards her ponut
>strangely, it gets colder up towards her anus
>maybe her pussy is actually giving off a little heat
>hehe
>neat
>suddenly, you stop
>heat...
>that never occurred to you
>could she possibly be...
>but yesterday wouldn't have been...
>fuck
>fuckidyfuck
>whatever
>you know what?
>fuck it
>fuck it all
>Jarboe's worth it
>she beat the shit out of a rapist for you
>that can't be the heat feelings
>if it were just heat feelings
>she would have had sex with you and ahve been done with it
>no
>she's staying with you
>she's doing stuff with you
>she could be
>y'know
>it
>but you can't think about that
>you've got frosty anus to be suckling
>you move your mouth up, and her butt down
>she's basically sitting on your face
>you give her puckered ponut a quick kiss
>slightly bitter
>and pretty frigid
>dirty ice, as it were
>haha
>fuck, you are lame
>you gently bite the ring, nibbling the meaty anus
>she gasps loudly
>"A-Anon!"
>she says your name a lot
>and the narcissist in you loves that
>right as you go in for the second bite
>you hear hoofbeats right outside of the door
"Um..."
>judging by how pert Jarboe's anus has gotten
>she heard it too
>"Fuck."
>you here two voice, giggling and laughing outside of the door
>and you can recognize them both
>Anon Jr is hardening faster than Rainbow Dash on crack cocaine
>and you realize something
>you have an exhabistionist fetish
>you are getting turned on by the idea of getting caught!
>oh man
>this week is just a cavalcade of sexual discovery
>now's not the time for that though, in fact
>that's the worst time for this
>because those two voices
>are Princess Celestia
>and Steep Steel's
>ohshitohshitohshitohshit
>you need to hide
>Jarboe and you both
>but her finely sculpted battbutt is still pressed up against your face
>and your cock is undoubtedly sliding up towards hers
>you stay perfectly still as you hear the door creek open
>your tongue pressed firmly against Jarboe's fudge factory
>you feel your member bump gently against something cold
>must be Jarboe's lower lip
>"A—"
>with a bust of magic from your horn, you shove her head down
>with nary a sound, you gag Jarboe
>she ain't getting you two caught
>the door swings open, the light that trails in just barely missing the table
>keeping you two in the shadow
>you hear Steel's voice
>"Hey, lucky it'd already dark in here, huh? We won't have to bother with a broom closet, like last time!"
>there's some warm, motherly giggling
>and the beloved voice of your monarch melts like honey into your ears
>"Oh, yes, that is most pleasing. It was rather cramped in there."
>more giggling and tittering from the two, and you slowly drag your eyes over to them
>you can only see their hooves
>but they're getting closer
>fuckohfuckohfuckohfuck
>"Hey, this table even looks pretty sturdy! Nice and big, too. It'll be roomy!"
>"Now, I don't know about that. The cake has been catchy up with me lately..."
>"Ah, but it only makes that plot of yours sexier!"
>there's a little slapping sound, and a little gasp from Celestia
>oh fuck, that expands your dongs
>you can feel your flesh poking into the sides of Jarboe's fangs
>stupid sexy Celestia
>you hear the beat of wings
>and after a moment, the table shudders
>Celestia must be on it now
>you can still see Steel's hooves
>but not for long
>not all of them, anyway
>he rears up on his hind legs, and with two taps
>his hooves land on the table
>the back legs kick off of the stone floor
>and the tables wobbles again
>"Mmm, my loyal subject..."
>the table slowly starts to rock
>you gotta keep quiet man
>this is too good
>not only was Steep Steel telling the truth
>this is your crush
>your weird semi-oedipal mother-of-equestria secret fantasy lover
>you've had more wet dreams about her than you'd care to recount
>you pause for a moment briefly
>wait
>can't Luna traverse dreams?
>oooh shit
>could that be why she was acting so cold to you in the med ward?
>your face is burning up
>you press your face into Jarboe's cold buns, smothering your fiery cheeks with her cool ones, and jam your tongue harder into her anus
>there's a slight sizzling noise
>and you could swear that's steam rising
>fortunately, the two lovebirds above are too busy rocking the table to even notice
>and that reminds you
>eavesdropping!
>you listen to Celestia and Steel chuckle and giggle, respectively
>Celestia's warm, motherly tone meshes weirdly with Steel's cocky, coltish rasp
>it's the weirdest mix of fetishes
>here you are, 69ing a threstral while the leader of your country and your best friend do it on a table above you
>Dear Penthouse...
>fuck this
>you can't maintain your charade
>you can't let your best friend get some with the mare of your dreams
>you pull out of Jarboe's cold mouth
>and you slide out from under her
>rolling out from under the table
>you stand up really fast
>getting slightly dizzy
>seeing as most of the blood is in your cock anyway
>it's better than you could have dreamed
>Celestia on her back, your best friend riding her sweet white pussy
>it's kind of weird seeing your best bro balls deep
>but whatever man
>he's getting it
>and you want to be having it
>they turn their heads at the same time towards you
>Steel lets out a high pitched squeak, and blushes intensely
>Celestia simply smiles
>but she's blushing too
>Jarboe climbs out from under the table
>"Anon, what the f—"
>she turns to look at the tow on the table, her eyes wide
>and then she clutches them as the light assaults her supple corneas
>"AH! FUCK!"
>she dives back under the table
>the Princess cocks an eyebrow
>Steel has buried his face in her chest
>hiding from you, evidently
>oh my
>this is going to be a fun night
"H-Hello..."
>"Well, hello there."
>eek!
>Princess Celestia just talked to YOU!
>okay, calm down Anon
>keep the spaghetti minimal
>you can do this
>spergfest can't start early this year
>Steep Steel's face is still buried in Celestia's chest fur
>"Were you using this room before we came in? I'm terribly sorry if we interrupted anything you were doing."
>well
>better just come clean
"Oh, no, Princess... in fact, a, uh, a 'friend' of mine and I were using this room for what you and Steep Steel were doing just now."
>she smiles
>"Ah, so you know Steel already?"
"Y-Yes, Princess. We're very good friends, your highness."
>you drop down into a bowing position very quickly
>fuck, why didn't you think to do that before?
>the Princess chuckles
>"Now, I won't have any of that... unlike my sister, I prefer my respects to be given to me either on the throne or out when I am doing royal business. In times like these..."
>she giggles as her left wing unfurls and wraps around Steel
>"...You may treat me as you best see fit."
>well fuck that shit
>you princess deserves the best, at all times
>no matter what she says
>you can feel the fedora phantom-tipping already
"A-Alright. Well, Princess, my 'friend' and I were under the table while Steel and you, er, engaged in relations, as it were. I was just wondering if we could..."
>oh shit
>your knees are weak
>you hooves are sweaty
>there's precum on your tip already
>you're hot and ready
>"If you could join in?"
"YES!"
>you say that way louder than you intended
"Y-Yes! We would love—no, we would be honored to join in relations with you, Princess!"
>she smiles warmly, and you nearly shoot your load all over the floor
>"Well, my little pony... I think that's more up to Steel than anypony else. What is your name?"
"Anonymous, your h-highness..."
"Hey, Steel?"
>you get a muffled grunt in response
"Mind if I get in on the action?"
>he looks up from Celestia's chest
>his face burning with his blush
>"Alright, fine. I'll let you in. But on one condition."
"Sure!"
>you could care less what the condition is
>you just want that sun inside you
>or like
>you inside the sun
>whatever
>it was Steel who said that it felt like the sun was inside you when you had sweet lovin with the Princess
>at first, you thought it was because she had a massive futa wang
>but obviously, there is not a single penis attached to her
>"I want you to fuck me."
>you pause
>your expression neutral
>a slow gear turning in your head
>you open your mouth
>and intelligently respond
"Wah?"
>Steel is blushing harder than ever, and Celestia has lifted a hoof to her mouth, trying not to giggle
>"Y-Yeah, you heard me. I want you to fuck my ass before you get any in on the Princess. Even since you told me you were bi all those months ago, I've wanted to try stuff with you, but..."
>fuck
>it's like your life is a bad porno
>well you know what they say
>don't waste time thinking about what they say when you've got the chance for sweet Princess poon and some tight ass
>you lick your lips, and step forward
"With pleasure..."
>however, right before you hop up onto the table
>an impatient cough from under it reminds you about the mare you came here with