Title:           The Science of >Rape 2
Author:          Anoneemoose
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Jdk1QE5e
First Edit:      Friday 1st of February 2013 08:50:59 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 1st of February 2013 08:50:59 AM CDT

>DATA LOG #004 [ANONRAPE] 29:15 - Socks
>Current location: Carousel Boutique
>Following the break through discovery earlier as described in log #003, socks have been requested on rush order from Rarity in the interest of advancing the experiment
>Additional note #4: The unicorn Rarity considers the mannerism of the subject to be "uncouth", and expressed dissatisfaction. However considering her reputation, being well mannered does not appear to be a necessary criteria in her choice of mates. Assessed Risk: Medium
>Research Equipment: Socks acquired
>DATA LOG #004 END
*Later on that night
>You're now Twilight Sparkle
>As if walking on eggshells, you silently approach Anon's house
>Luna's moon illuminate your surroundings while you slip on your socks
>A quick teleportation spell moves you inside the house
>It's time to initiate Phase 2 of the experiment
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>You slowly sneak up into Anon's bedroom, and find Anon sleeping facing the ceiling
>His crotch is exposed and ripe for your taking
>You lean in, and take a deep sniff
>"Bnnnmmmfff"
>Anon farts.
>The smell of his toxic fat enters your nose, and you feel the burning flowing down into your lungs
>With each breath you feel your consciousness slipping away
>You struggle maintain your balance, and fall to the ground
>You begin coughing violently, and taste blood on your tongue
>U r nao ded
>BAD END
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>You cautiously enter Anon's bedroom, and find your price lying on his bed, just like you planned
>He is also sleeping top naked, which will make your plan go much smoother
>A quick teleport later and you find yourself on top of him
>"mnnff mommy?"
>You can't help but to squeal with delight, Anon is so cute when he isn't thinking straight
>Anon stares at you with his beautiful half open eyes, trying to comprehend the situation
>Anon's mouth opens, and you put a hoof on his lips, silencing him
"Shhhhh Anon, this is just a dream, a sweet and wonderful dream…"
>Before he could react, you kiss him on the lips, your tongue slowly working its way inside his mouth
>He relaxes his tongue, and accepts your intrusion
>Your hooves slowly move down Anon's body, making sure he feels the texture of your socks
>Something hard hits your belly, and you know exactly what that something is
>You slide your hooves down even further, removing his pants
>Now begins tonight's main event
>You begin by softly rubbing your socks against Anon's tip, the rough texture teasing his rock hard member
>"Ooooohh~"
>Anon lets out an audible moan as you stroke up and down his length, his body twisting at your touch
>He is completely at your mercy
>Tonight is going to be a long night
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>Day Proton-Enhanced Nuclear Induction Spectroscopy in Equestria
>You're Anon
>Wake up, triple S
>Something is ahoof
>Memories of last night came rushing back
>Your balls hurt a little
>Luna be praised that was some good dream
>Why can't Celestia do something like this, she is so la-
>A concentrated sun ray hits your kitchen tap through the window and bounces onto you arm, burning the skin
>Fucking Sunbutt
>You go to the fridge and get some soy-filly crunch, actually made out of a filly with soy as her special talent
>You're out of milk
>Knocks on door
>It's fucking Fluttershy
>Today's fetish is old p0nies, and she brought photos of Granny Smith showering
>Absolutely disgusting
>Slam door, wait for Fluttershy to away
>Time to go shopping
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>As you wander through the p0nyville marketplace, avoiding Lyra the human obsessed mare, you find a nice spot to sit down and take a break
>All these cardio will sure kill your gains
>You've acquired milk, but now that you think about it, you been eating the same cereal plus milk combo for a few month now
>Obvious because these fucking p0nies have a problem with you eating meat, so no bacon
>Fucking oppressive cis-herbivore scum
>At least you can bake cake and shit
>You'll need some recipes though
>You see Applejack selling apples and a stand, maybe Applejack has some
>Nope, too much apples don't make a good cake
>Pinkie Pie bounces past you, you wave at her and she waves back
>Twilight runs a library, so maybe you can go ask her?
>Guess it's time to visit the Purple Sperglord
>Let's hope she doesn't knock you out with her horn again.
>Knock on door
>Looks like you woke up Spike, damn this nigga sleeps all day
>"Hey Twilight! I'm looking for a book!"
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>DATA LOG #005 [ANONRAPE] 34:51
>In the previous night's experiment, the subject Anon orgasmed 9 times through the sexual practise known as "hoofjob", which involves using hooves to stimulate the male genitalia.
>The equipment no doubt had an important role in the experiment's success.
>Due to last night's experiment being a highly unusual event for the subject, Anon appear to be fully convinced that the experiment was, in fact, a dream
>While the experiment was successful, the next phase phase of the project will involve venturing into the areas of uncertainty
>The subject's reaction will need to be closely observed
>DATA LOG #005 END
>You're now Twilight spergkle, alicorn princess"
"Wait what? Who said that?"
>"Hey Twilight! I'm looking for a book!"
>Oh Celestia it's Anon, what do I do!
>What if he is actually here because he realised it wasn't a dream?
>What if he wants to more?
>What are we going to do on the bed?!
>You try to slow down your breathing, and adjust your mane
>A quick spell moves your socks under a pile of books
>As you walk down the stairs, you almost scream out in surprise
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>Anon is standing in front of your door, wearing only his jeans, his muscular body covered in some kind of shining oil
>He pulls out his belt in one swift motion, and makes a slapping noise with the belt, as if it was a whip
>"Somep0ny was very naughty last night, and I think she should be punished~"
"Oh no master Anon, please forgive me!"
>You move back up the stairs slowly, as Anon approached you, an evil grin on his face
>Just as you reached the top of the stairs, Anon advanced within arms reach of you
>You grabs you by your sensitive horn, as throw you across the room
>You land on your bed with a loud moan
"aaaaahhhhh"
>Anon waste no time waiting for you to land, and by the time you were able to tell from up and down, his dominating fingers grabs your horn and jerks your head into your bed
>He then raised his belt hand, and smacks your flank
>"Tell me my naughty little filly, are you liking your punishment so far?"
"OH YES MASTER ANON!"
>"Oh my, such enthusiasm, I think you deserve an A plus for such good behaviour..."
>"...and good grades should be rewarded, don't you think so my faithful slave?"
>Your mouth water at the thought of being rewarded by your master
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>You're now Anon
>You seriously hope Purple Sperg is not normally this retarded, maybe she has the p0ny equivalent of autism
>When you walked into the library, asking for a cookbook, Twilight just stood half way down the stairs, staring blankly into nothing
>She actually drooling now
>Poor Spike, it must be a pain dealing with her
>You turn the young dragon instead, hoping he can help you
"Hey Spike, you got a cookbook?"
>"Sure Anon, it's in section 640"
>Dis nigga may be lazy, but his is good at what he does, unlike that Twilight
>I bet she doesn't even eat gamer food
>After you retrieve the book you wanted, you give your best wishes to Spike and leave the library
>Twilight was still standing half way down the stairs, now drooling and smiling
>What is this Tom Foolery?
>You get home, and open up your recipe book
>The author is simply named "The Gourmet", this gourmet fellow has sighed the book too, weird name for a cook but then again p0nies have weird names
>The recipes have weird names as well, "Ponetage le Magnifique", "Sunbutt Souffle"
>The Sunbutt Souffle looks good
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>You're now Twilight Autism
>Anon just checked out a cookbook written by the legendary cook "The Gourmet"
>A stallion that cooks, he will make a great husbando
>Maybe if he saw your excellent cooking skills he'll want you as his special somep0ny?
>You'll be making food for him in the morning, and he'll surprise you from behind, stroking your mane
>"Mmmmmnnn Twilight my dear wife, you're such a wonderful cook"
>You moan as he scratches the sensitive spot behind your ears
>"Oooh Anon~"
>Wait no, snap out of it
>You wonder what kind of excuse you can make to convince Anon to let you cook for him
>You'd injury him so he is no longer capable of standing, but you can't rut him that way
>But you will be able to care for him in every way if you did that, even undressing him for showers
>Your legs wobble at the thought
>Maybe Anon has an Oedipone fetish?
>Nope, this idea is not good
>Suddenly, your wings shoot up in the air and an idea hits-
>Wait, you don't have wings
>You're going to impersonate, THE GOURMET!
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