Title: Anon Falls - Voyeur Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/vgaJPUWL First Edit: Thursday 9th of October 2014 01:30:57 AM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 9th of October 2014 01:30:57 AM CDT "That there is clean." Mr. 69 motioned to what looked more like a deflated ball than a cushion. Petal took his word for it, seating on what may be the only sanitary place to lay down in 69's abode.   Something was very wrong with Petal Casket, she was certain her parents may disown her once they find out she accepted such a stupid dare. If they were to ever discover she didn't answer no to Mr. 69's offer...   Was it because Petal was bored? It seems so, all the mare could hope to achieve any entertainment in her meager lifestyle was gleaning gossip and partaking in juvenile games with fillies years younger than she was to pass the time. An unassertive mare like her couldn't hope to ever catch an ideal partner. As deviant Mr. 69 was, he had the physique and... Petal had no prior memories to compare, but his size was what spurned her to follow him him up the stairs.   00000 00000   She blanched whenever her parents so much as kissed. Now in the span of a night, she can't peel her eyes away from the cybernetic raider draining his partners half to death.   Numerous times she had nearly forgotten to swallow accumulating saliva from what she was seeing. The 69th pony had sandwiched himself between three flavor of partners. Starting with the strangest, Petal will probably be one of the few ponies to ever witness a Hellhound mating ritual...with the same gender. The apex predator who greeted Petal at the door was invited up to take 69's rear.   000000 000000   "Petal pony silly to be scared." The Hellhound, who Petal learned his name was Deathclaw regarded the mare after detecting the origin of her sweat with his nose, "Raiders killed more than Hellhounds."   One single line, even with its lack of syntax, chipped Petal's anxiety of his kind in half. By her prior and flawed logic, she should be more afraid of other ponies for what they've done than the Hellhound. She may as well cast aside such a broken fear.   Still...   "That doesn't explain how you got here."   "Hrrmm..." Deathclaw browsed his mind for a curt explanation, "Deathclaw killed all who tried hunting me and family, no matter how good guns they have. One day, pony was trespassing. Beat Deathclaw with no guns."   "Our butts turn him on." Anon 69 placed it more crudely than the Hell Hound.   "Hrrff!" the canid mutant snorted in protest.   000000 000000   Petal Cast went on to further learn the rumors Anon 69 wrestles with Hellhounds were no fabrications. It's just that only the first encounter was a life-and-death battle which 69 triumphed, especially impressing Deathclaw that a pony had achieved victory unarmed. It's only that all the following duels being only euphemisms for...this.   She was strangely allured by the sight of a stallion, Anon 69 especially, intimately submit to receiving another male like a mare. It befuddled her how colts expect to feel any pleasure from that entry. With a cryptic remark, 'to balance out the gay' Mr. 69 had said, another mare's posterior was keeping his shaft warm.   It'd taken Petal a while to figure out. But as she imagined the cotton colored mare wearing a duster and brahmin-skin stetson when the realization struck her. Petal still couldn't believe that mare was one of the Regulators. A band of them marched into town fanatically demanding for Anon 69's head. But there was one of them, panting had fast as the Hellhound with her chin planted to the floor, hunching her flanks upwards for the perfect angle for Anon 69's stallionhood to thrust in with ease.   000000 000000   "Please don't tell the others at the camp." Bleached Tissue begged Petal upon recognizing each other, "They think I'm just patrolling the road every week..."   000000 000000   She had crashed through one of his windows one night, fearing by the sounds inside he was taking a mare against her will. His full aroused exposure caught her off guard, stammering her assertion to Petal that the stress of her duty and 69's tempting endowment opened a moment of weakness.   Petal's magnified her vision to the engorged member moving back and forth out of Tissue's walls. It wasn't able to fit all the way inside, just an inch shy from burrowing all the way. Tissue hiccuped everytime Mr. 69 attacked her threshold.   And Petal's too. It was becoming unbearable to remain still. Watching was impossible, how did Mr. 69 expect anypony to stay still? Did he just - smirk at her?! Is he aware how uncomfortable this was making her?   Every thrust forward 69 made withdrew himself inches from the Hellhound's shaft. Pulling back, to prepare for another thrust into the Regulator caused 69 to fully drive his flank into Deathclaw's length. Anon 69 was doing all the rapid work and motions, still somehow winding the energy out of the Tissue and Deathclaw. Somehow he made room to orally ministrate a third partner.   A gagged pegasus was suspended in long belts from the ceiling, constrained from escaping 69's tending. After all Petal has seen in this single hour, she didn't bother anymore to question why this pegasus would ever roleplay in an Enclave Costume - at least she thinks it's just a costume.   In the following minutes, Petal saw no limits to 69's virility. Deathclaw tensed suddenly, paralyzed for a good span of seconds before stumbling backwards right into a wall to slump. The young mare discovered the reason for the Hellhounds sudden exhaustion, with his pepper shaped organ now coated in a milky white fluid. With nothing to plug the anon's circular hole, it freely leaked outwards.   Yet the metal-legged pony appeared unfazed from Deathclaw's release. In fact, the Hellhounds absence seemed only to allow Mr. 69 to distribute more attention to the remaining partners. He reared farther back, for more inches of his length to retract and insert into Tissue's womb. The slaps were so rhythmic, Petal was flinching at every beat.   Spasms in Tissue's nether drained what little strength holding her hindlegs straight, making her collapse sideways and slip out from Anon 69 as a result. Her hooves wiggled and tossed in from the throes of her orgasm. Petal sat mesmerized at Tissue's visible bliss. Petal crossed a theshold, imagining herself in Tissue's place, mimicking the long drawn out coos and moans.   But Mr. 69's feats scared Petal with the same intensity. He had the endurance of a hundred colts. Unless ponies and hellhounds had different color of semen, Petal didn't see any trace of the pony-shaped alien ever coming into the mare. His organ was fully exposed to the open air again, his hardened girth shining from the mare's secretions.   The suspended pegasus stood no chance becoming the sole focus of the lustful cyborg. The earth pony closed his lips tight sideways around the base of the pegasus's shaft to the point the flesh pressed inwards. The uniformed pony thrashed violently in his straps, his exposed sack constricting hard every second. A particular vein on the pegasus's cock were swelling with every kick.   The moment 69 let go, the pegasus spilled the contents of his cock hard, pearly ribbons shooting over the cyborg's shoulders, coating half of Anon 69's backside in cum.