>Anonymous wakes up in the morning
>Feels sticky and crusty
>He has his own cum all over himself
>All over bed
>All over plastic luna toy
>Holy shit, he had forgotten what had happened last night
>His dick was sore, that was for sure
>But for now, he had to get ready to move out
>Fucking 3 days notice
>Fucking pony toys

>Anon finds another apartment to move into
>Thankfully it's close, but not in the same complex or anything
>Spends all day moving boxes back and forth
>Does it a second day
>Third and final day, everything is out and out new place in boxes and shit
>Takes a sigh of relief, his work is done

>Checks out his new apartment
>Anon thinks it's a bit better than his old one
>The living room is stacked with boxes
>He hasn't had time to unpack any of them
>Goes to sleep on some blankets on the floor
>Awakes to doorbell

>Answers door
>It's delivery man
>That same fucker
"...Hello?"
"New package for you. Sign here."
>Anon signs
>Takes package
>Delivery man leaves
>Anon shuts door

>He looks over the box
"...Wait, I never put a new address on any of my stuff?"
>Opens box
>Finds a hand-written note at the top
"This is to say sorry."
>It's from the pony toy company
>Puts the box down
>See hints of colors from within packing peanuts
>leans forward to dig and see what he got
>But stops
"Later."
>Goes off to eat and shower and set up his new home

>Anon manages to set up his bed, computer, and a coffee table in place of a real fucking table
>God, he's still pissed off about him having to move
>Why? Just because he screamed weird, sexual, and occasionally illegal things in the dead of the night?
>Or was it the door?
>At any rate, he wasn't so pissed off any more
>Maybe moving was good? This new apartment is nicer...
>Still, it's inconvenient.

>He sets up his computer, obviously the most important thing.
>Looks online
>sees nothing
>he sits back and just thinks for a minute.

>Anon sets up his computer and Internet
>Goes online
>But nothing is new or strange
>He just sighs and sits for a minute
>It's been a stressful few days.
>He needed to relieve this stress.
>He turned his head, and looked towards the box in the living room

>Anon got up and slowly stalked into the living room
>He stood over the box, and for whatever reason, looked over towards the door
>It was closed, of course
>He looked back down
>He reached his hands out, his fingers probing around
>He gently swept aside the packing peanuts
>He saw yellow
>He saw red
>And he saw no cutie mark
"Oh for fucks sake."

>Anonymous pulls the butt out of the box
>Yep, it's Apple-Blooms.
>Anon made a obligatory grossed-out face, but in reality he was more curious then disgusted.
>Checking inside the box, he found two more butts
>Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were there, in there plastic premature glory.
>A bead of sweat dripped down Anon's face, he looked at the door again as if it would somehow give him a choice of salvation
>He looked at the butts, Sin.
"Am I really going to do this."
>He thought for a second
>Leaning forward, he sniffed Applebloom's behind
"Yes. Yes I am."
>Anon takes the butts to his room
>He realizes his room has thicker walls, and it on a corner
>If he was loud, nobody would hear...
>Sweat began to pour down his face as he placed the three butts on the bed, facing(?) him.
>He breathed in
"Hello girls."
>He wasn't shouting, just talking
>Then, he shifted into a higher pitch
"oh mr.human, why did you lock us down here? in your basement?"
"Becase," He said, returning to his normal voice "I'm gonna help you get your cutie marks."
"Really Mr.Human? How are you going to do that?"
"Just keep your tails up and-"
>Anon stopped and placed his head in his hands
"...What the fuck am I doing?" he said sadly
>He turned and walked into the living room
>He searched through the box
>Found the 3 filly mouthes
"...I couldn't believe I was about to start without these!"
>Anonymous runs back to his room
>It's dark as shit in there
>Excellent

>Sitting down the mouths in position away from the butts
>As if the little fillies were actually in his room
>That would sound creepy no matter how it was said, honestly
>Anonymous rubbed his hands together
>He cleared his throat again
"Hmm... Which one of you wants it the most?"
>Looking over the butts, he looked over at the left-most one
"Me! I want a cutie mark!" he said, best imitating Scootaloo's voice
"Alright then, Scootaloo."
>Anonymous positioned himself behind the plastic butt
>He snaked down a hand, gently inserting his pinkie in her tight little mare-hood
"ohhh~ Anon, what are you doing?"
"What's going on, I can't see!"
>Jesus fucking christ

>On Sweet Apple Acres
>A little clubhouse was empty
>But not for long

>Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo all marched towards the clubhouse
>Talking about stupid filly bullshit
>It more then likely had nothing to do with penises
>Or is that penisi?

"Hey Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom."
"Yeah Scootaloo?" They asked back in unison
"Weren't both of your sisters attacked by that spirit thing?"
"Yeah, we heard about that."
"What did it actually do to them? They seemed fine."
"Yeah, they never really told us."
"Do you think it will ever attack us?"
"No way, not even a spirit is heartless enough to hurt sweet little angels like us."
>They all giggled and began to run to their secluded little clubhouse

>Scootaloo sat on the floor next to Sweetie Belle as Applebloom got up and did her whole act
"Cutie Mark Crusaders role call!"
"Sweetie Belle here!"
"Scootaloo he- ughhh"
>Scootaloo leaned forward, made an ugly noise
"What's wrong Scootaloo? Are you ok?" Applebloom said, concerned.
>Scootaloo groaned, made a bit of a sobbing noise
"Oh Celestia! Applebloom, get your sister! Scootaloo is sick! we need some help!"
>Scootaloo gave out a scream
>And then
>She let out a massive fart.

>She looked at her best friends, her face beat red
>They both stared
>Then they all laughed their little horse asses off

>With that little problem out of the way, the girls got back to business
>they started doing their usual activities
>But, during one thing, Scootaloo asked to be left alone
"I don't know, I don't feel too great."
"Ok Scootaloo, see you soon!"
>Scootaloo couldn't describe the feeling
>Something was touching her where she had never been touched before

>Anonymous lightly rubbed the plastic underage vagina with his finger
"oh Anon~ that feels so good~"
>His boner was ROCK HARD
>He took his dick and positioned it
>With just a little move, he penetrated, parting the super-tight plastic
"oh god~"

>Anonymous was loving the vice-like grip around his dick
>But it was so tight, trying to actually fuck it may be more trouble then it's worth
>he considered his options for a minute

>Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom ran over to Scootaloo
>She was down on the ground, a small amount of blood behind her
"oh my Celestia! Scootaloo are you ok?"
>Just then, Sweetie Belle started to shiver

>Anonymous had pulled out of Scootaloo and was now hovering behind Sweetie Belle's artificial behind
>If he couldn't fuck one, he would deflower them all

>Sweetie Belle felt the ghostly hands grasp her behind
>she bucked, but it did nothing
"Get away from me, monster!"
>Her bucking didn't do anything, again
>She screamed as she felt the tip against her sex
>Suddenly, she concentrated and her horn glowed
>She screamed out, her voice reaching farther then she could know

>Anonymous felt a vibration from within the Sweetie Belle toy
>It blasted out, hurting his ears
>He tried, but the closer he got to her, the worse it was
>He had to find a way to shut up this racket unless one of his neighbor's heard it!
>if he couldn't shut it up in time, they'd think he actually was raping a little girl, except for just pretending
>Which was probably worse
>Probably

>With a quick motion, Anonymous grabbed Applebloom's butt and shoved his dick into her virgin marehood
>that seemed to shut up Sweetie Belle's screech
>Time to go in for the kill

>Sweetie Belle kept her voice up, much longer and more powerful then she thought
>But then she saw Applebloom's blood coming from her
"No Applebloom!"
>As soon as she stopped her voice, the spirit grabbed her and ravished her
>She fell on the ground with her two best friends
>They all panted, faces wet with tears
>Applebloom looked at Sweetie Belle with a teary eye
>Then it opened, and she pointed at her
"Sweetie Belle! Look!"
>Sweetie Belle looked down at her own flank
>A mark had appeared! 
>It was a microphone and music notes, it looked very pretty
>She seemed to smile a bit
"Well, we may not have all gained our cutie marks together, but we all lost something together."
>Scootaloo and Applebloom look up
"Cutie Mark Crusaders?"
"Cutie Mark Crusaders, forever."
"Forever."
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End Part 10