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Private Pleasure (NSFW)

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>Month 3 in Equestria
>You peek out from behind your curtains, eyeing the quiet town square.
>Not sign of Flutterslut… yet.
>Seconds turn into minutes; you keep watching silently, waiting for the familiar pink mane to pop out from behind a bush…
>Nothing.
>The town square remains busy, ponies going about their daily routine, yet no sign of Sluttershy.
>Thank the Gods.
>You turn the lock on your door, making sure that the door remained shut. You lived with Pinkie Pie in Sugarcube Corner, and as endearing as her friendliness was you didn’t want her to walk in on you during the new few minutes…
>You shut the curtains too for good measure, cutting off visuals for the flying residents of Ponyville.
>Now that you’re safe and sound… time to fap.
>Lying back on the bed, you begin to gently stroke your member, sighing in pleasure.
>It’d been a rough few months since your arrival in Equestria, and a lack of female humans to “ease” that difficulty had made things uncomfortable.
>You were beginning to like these ponies, but giving them the dick? Unacceptable.
>It’s your hand or nothing, at this point, so you chose your hand.
>Leaning back further, you close your eyes, dissipating the built up tension one second at a time…
>Hmm.
>A crack emanates from the rooftop, and a faint squeak of surprise reaches you. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to pull your trousers up, knowing who was responsible.
>Your decency secured, you look up and around, only just noticing a tiny hole above your bed, with what appeared to be mirrors lining the tunnel… almost like a periscope.
“Fluttershy!” you yell, and a faint but definite “eep!” replies.
>Fucking fluttershy. Nearly as soon as you had arrived, that mare had been trying to get into your pants. Fetish guessing, spying on you, chloroform, rohypnol in your smoothies… nothing was off-bounds to her.
>And she was mean to be the quiet type, too.
>With a groan of disappointment, you plug up the hole, your boner beyond saving.
>As you unlatch the door and make your way out, a haywire ball of pink and happiness latches onto you.
>”Morning Nonny!”
“Eh, morning Pinkie…”
>”Something wrong, Nonny? You don’t sound cheerful at all!”
“I was… er, lying in bed, and Fluttershy started spying on me again.”
>Pinkie giggles. “Oh Fluttershy, her and her tricks. Surprised the two of you don’t get on better!”
>Pinkie Pie was nice, but could be exceedingly oblivious at times…
“Yeah, it’s a mystery… look, I’m going out for a walk.”
>”Oh! You’re not staying for breakfast?”
“Nah, I’m not particularly hun-“
>”Where are you going then? Can I come? Is it a secret?”
“Pinkie! Just… don’t follow me. Ok?”
>You wince as her hair deflates, her enthusiasm slipping away.
>Sighing, you kneel down and cup her chin, bringing her eyes up to yours.
“Look, Pinkie. I didn’t mean to shout, but… just let me go about my business, and I’ll be much happier. I’m just a little stressed, and I need some… alone time.”
>You scratch her behind her ear and almost reluctantly, she perks up.
>”Well, ok then! Cya later, Nonny!”
>You reach forward and scoop her into a hug, squeezing her tightly, before ruffling her mane.
“Thanks Pinkie”
>She smiles, before turning round and bouncing down the stairs into the café half of Sugarcube Corner.
>You follow her down, making her the door, and as you do you offer a final wave, which she returns excitedly.
>Pinkie, actually listening to you for once? A true miracle…
>Shutting the door to Sugarcube corner behind you, you make your way onto the street. Out of the corner of your eye you see Fluttershy attempting to hide behind a post, her erect wings betraying her.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
>Now, onto the next problem… where can you crack one off without Rainbro, Fetishshy or Pinkie finding you?
>The forest? Nah, too close to Fluttershy’s cottage…
>The library? Nah, Twilight would get curious as to why you’d be there…
>An idea suddenly hits you.
“Of course… Applejack’s farm!” you whisper excitedly, looking around to make sure no-one heard.
>Remote, expansive, and you knew you could trust Applejack not to disturb you.
>Although, she has been giving you some strange looks lately… ah well, the apple farm is still the best place to hide out.
>You grin, and start making your way to the farm.
>It takes you a while, but you arrive there soon enough. The familiar orange pony trots up to you, an eyebrow raised.
>”Howdy Anon! Whatcha doin’ all the way out here?”
“Hi Applejack! You’re looking swell, I have to say!”
>”Well, thank ya mightily, but you’re avoiding the question…”
“Well, I’m just wondering… can I hang out low in your orchard for a while, and not be disturbed?”
>Applejack’s eyebrow lifts even higher.
>”Now why in th’hay would ya need to be alone like that?” she asks, a shit eating grin on her face.
>Fuck, She’s onto you.
“Well, I uh…living with Pinkie, and I… meditation?”
>She snickers. “Meditation? Anon, I sure do hope y’aint tryin’ to trick the element of Honesty.”
>Warning: spaghetti levels critical, evacuation recommended!
>Just as you’re about to panic, she bursts into laughter.
>”Ahm just messin’ with ya. You can head out yonder and I’ll make sure nop0ny disturbs ya.”
“Oh, really? You’re a life-saver, Applejack!”
>”Don’t mention it, pardner, Now, you best run along and get “meditating”, right?”
“Er, right. Thanks.”
>”Don’t mention it” she says, winking.
>You grin in embarrassment, and start jogging off in the direction she pointed.
>You knew she had caught onto your plan: you just had to hope that she wouldn’t tell anyone.
>After a few minutes of jogging, you rest behind a tree, leaning your back against it.
>Silence surrounded you, with the only noise being the gentle swaying of the trees.
>Well, you’re alone now… time to get to work…
>You once more pull down your trousers, grabbing your dick and preparing to beat it like a hooker that owed you money.
>”He’s over there!” yells a southern voice, and you jump to your feet.
>About 50 feet away stood Pinkie Pie and Applejack, staring you down.
“Fuck!” you exclaim, turning to run…
>Unfortunately, you had forgotten about your trousers, which acted as a traitorous pair of bolas, catching your legs and send you tumbling back to the ground.
>”Nonny! What were you doing! Why were your pants down?” Pinkie exclaims, as she bounds over to you.
>SPAGHETTI OVERLOAD, SHUTTING DOWN LINGUISTIC SYSTEMS
“I… um…”
>”Wait a minute… when you said you wanted some alone time earlier…” Pinkie’s eyes go wide, a blush erupting across her face.
>”Oooooh! You wanted to get silly with your willy, didn’t you!” she giggles, an unnerving look of lust creeping into her eyes.
“I… a man has needs, and-“
>”It’s ok Nonny, I understand… I understand completely…” Another ominous giggle.
“Thanks Pinkie, I-“
>You are cut off as she bounds onto your chest, pinning you to the ground.
“What the hell Pinkie!”
>”You’re my friend, Nonny, and I live to help my friends!” she says, inching her crotch towards yours…
“But… but I’m not into ponies!” you say desperately, your dick as hard as diamonds.
>”You soon will be!” she giggles, bobbing your dick around with a hoof. “Oh, maybe I could call you Anon, and your weiner Mous! That’d be fun!”
>”Pinkie, hurry up an’ rut him so I can get mah go, would ya?” Applejack says, swinging her ponytail round.
“And you! You got me into this mess! Why should I-“
>You choke on your words as Applejack’s pulls the bow out of her hair, letting her glorious mane hang freely.
“God damn…” you whisper, as Applejack smirks.
>You might wanna take back those words, ‘Non.”
“You bet I-“
>She cuts off with a kiss, as Pinkie painstakingly lowers herself onto your member.
>From the corner of your eye, you see a pink and yellow figure looking on from a cloud high above.
>Fucking Fluttershy…

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>Month 3 in Equestria 
>You peek out from behind your curtains, eyeing the quiet town square.
>Not sign of Flutterslut… yet.
>Seconds turn into minutes; you keep watching silently, waiting for the familiar pink mane to pop out from behind a bush…
>Nothing.
>The town square remains busy, ponies going about their daily routine, yet no sign of Sluttershy.
>Thank the Gods.
>You turn the lock on your door, making sure that the door remained shut. You lived with Pinkie Pie in Sugarcube Corner, and as endearing as her friendliness was you didn’t want her to walk in on you during the new few minutes…
>You shut the curtains too for good measure, cutting off visuals for the flying residents of Ponyville. 
>Now that you’re safe and sound… time to fap.
>Lying back on the bed, you begin to gently stroke your member, sighing in pleasure.
>It’d been a rough few months since your arrival in Equestria, and a lack of female humans to “ease” that difficulty had made things uncomfortable.
>You were beginning to like these ponies, but giving them the dick? Unacceptable.
>It’s your hand or nothing, at this point, so you chose your hand.
>Leaning back further, you close your eyes, dissipating the built up tension one second at a time…
>Hmm.
>A crack emanates from the rooftop, and a faint squeak of surprise reaches you. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to pull your trousers up, knowing who was responsible. 
>Your decency secured, you look up and around, only just noticing a tiny hole above your bed, with what appeared to be mirrors lining the tunnel… almost like a periscope.
“Fluttershy!” you yell, and a faint but definite “eep!” replies.
>Fucking fluttershy. Nearly as soon as you had arrived, that mare had been trying to get into your pants. Fetish guessing, spying on you, chloroform, rohypnol in your smoothies… nothing was off-bounds to her.
>And she was mean to be the quiet type, too.
>With a groan of disappointment, you plug up the hole, your boner beyond saving.
>As you unlatch the door and make your way out, a haywire ball of pink and happiness latches onto you.
>”Morning Nonny!”
“Eh, morning Pinkie…”
>”Something wrong, Nonny? You don’t sound cheerful at all!”
“I was… er, lying in bed, and Fluttershy started spying on me again.”
>Pinkie giggles. “Oh Fluttershy, her and her tricks. Surprised the two of you don’t get on better!”
>Pinkie Pie was nice, but could be exceedingly oblivious at times…
“Yeah, it’s a mystery… look, I’m going out for a walk.”
>”Oh! You’re not staying for breakfast?”
“Nah, I’m not particularly hun-“
>”Where are you going then? Can I come? Is it a secret?”
“Pinkie! Just… don’t follow me. Ok?”
>You wince as her hair deflates, her enthusiasm slipping away.
>Sighing, you kneel down and cup her chin, bringing her eyes up to yours.
“Look, Pinkie. I didn’t mean to shout, but… just let me go about my business, and I’ll be much happier. I’m just a little stressed, and I need some… alone time.”
>You scratch her behind her ear and almost reluctantly, she perks up.
>”Well, ok then! Cya later, Nonny!”
>You reach forward and scoop her into a hug, squeezing her tightly, before ruffling her mane.
“Thanks Pinkie”
>She smiles, before turning round and bouncing down the stairs into the café half of Sugarcube Corner. 
>You follow her down, making her the door, and as you do you offer a final wave, which she returns excitedly. 
>Pinkie, actually listening to you for once? A true miracle…
>Shutting the door to Sugarcube corner behind you, you make your way onto the street. Out of the corner of your eye you see Fluttershy attempting to hide behind a post, her erect wings betraying her.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
>Now, onto the next problem… where can you crack one off without Rainbro, Fetishshy or Pinkie finding you?
>The forest? Nah, too close to Fluttershy’s cottage…
>The library? Nah, Twilight would get curious as to why you’d be there…
>An idea suddenly hits you.
“Of course… Applejack’s farm!” you whisper excitedly, looking around to make sure no-one heard.
>Remote, expansive, and you knew you could trust Applejack not to disturb you. 
>Although, she has been giving you some strange looks lately… ah well, the apple farm is still the best place to hide out.
>You grin, and start making your way to the farm.
>It takes you a while, but you arrive there soon enough. The familiar orange pony trots up to you, an eyebrow raised.
>”Howdy Anon! Whatcha doin’ all the way out here?”
“Hi Applejack! You’re looking swell, I have to say!”
>”Well, thank ya mightily, but you’re avoiding the question…”
“Well, I’m just wondering… can I hang out low in your orchard for a while, and not be disturbed?”
>Applejack’s eyebrow lifts even higher.
>”Now why in th’hay would ya need to be alone like that?” she asks, a shit eating grin on her face.
>Fuck, She’s onto you.
“Well, I uh…living with Pinkie, and I… meditation?”
>She snickers. “Meditation? Anon, I sure do hope y’aint tryin’ to trick the element of Honesty.”
>Warning: spaghetti levels critical, evacuation recommended! 
>Just as you’re about to panic, she bursts into laughter.
>”Ahm just messin’ with ya. You can head out yonder and I’ll make sure nop0ny disturbs ya.”
“Oh, really? You’re a life-saver, Applejack!”
>”Don’t mention it, pardner, Now, you best run along and get “meditating”, right?”
“Er, right. Thanks.”
>”Don’t mention it” she says, winking.
>You grin in embarrassment, and start jogging off in the direction she pointed. 
>You knew she had caught onto your plan: you just had to hope that she wouldn’t tell anyone.
>After a few minutes of jogging, you rest behind a tree, leaning your back against it.
>Silence surrounded you, with the only noise being the gentle swaying of the trees.
>Well, you’re alone now… time to get to work…
>You once more pull down your trousers, grabbing your dick and preparing to beat it like a hooker that owed you money.
>”He’s over there!” yells a southern voice, and you jump to your feet.
>About 50 feet away stood Pinkie Pie and Applejack, staring you down.
“Fuck!” you exclaim, turning to run…
>Unfortunately, you had forgotten about your trousers, which acted as a traitorous pair of bolas, catching your legs and send you tumbling back to the ground.
>”Nonny! What were you doing! Why were your pants down?” Pinkie exclaims, as she bounds over to you.
>SPAGHETTI OVERLOAD, SHUTTING DOWN LINGUISTIC SYSTEMS
“I… um…”
>”Wait a minute… when you said you wanted some alone time earlier…” Pinkie’s eyes go wide, a blush erupting across her face.
>”Oooooh! You wanted to get silly with your willy, didn’t you!” she giggles, an unnerving look of lust creeping into her eyes.
“I… a man has needs, and-“
>”It’s ok Nonny, I understand… I understand completely…” Another ominous giggle.
“Thanks Pinkie, I-“
>You are cut off as she bounds onto your chest, pinning you to the ground.
“What the hell Pinkie!”
>”You’re my friend, Nonny, and I live to help my friends!” she says, inching her crotch towards yours…
“But… but I’m not into ponies!” you say desperately, your dick as hard as diamonds.
>”You soon will be!” she giggles, bobbing your dick around with a hoof. “Oh, maybe I could call you Anon, and your weiner Mous! That’d be fun!”
>”Pinkie, hurry up an’ rut him so I can get mah go, would ya?” Applejack says, swinging her ponytail round.
“And you! You got me into this mess! Why should I-“
>You choke on your words as Applejack’s pulls the bow out of her hair, letting her glorious mane hang freely.
“God damn…” you whisper, as Applejack smirks.
>You might wanna take back those words, ‘Non.”
“You bet I-“
>She cuts off with a kiss, as Pinkie painstakingly lowers herself onto your member.
>From the corner of your eye, you see a pink and yellow figure looking on from a cloud high above.
>Fucking Fluttershy…

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