Title:           anon x femdom eqg rarity
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 17th of July 2016 01:30:42 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 17th of July 2016 01:30:42 PM CDT

>As you walk down the hallway to your next class, you see a struggling Rarity out of the corner of your eye.
“Oh, god…”
>You keep your head down and cross your fingers. Maybe if you don’t make a sound-
>”Oh, Anon!”
>Fuck.
>You force a smile that makes your cheeks hurt before turning to face her.
“R-Rarity! What a… surprise!”
>”Ah, yes…” When she tries to stand up, two books fall from the stack she’s carrying.
>An awkward silence passes between the two of you before she gives you a pleading look.
>”Um, darling, can you help me with these-”
“-Sorry, I have to make it to class.”
>Sidestepping Rarity, you once again start down the hallway.
>You make it two steps before something clatters against the floor, and, when you stop to turn around, a shock shoots through your body.
>Your knees almost give out as a particularly sensitive male organ is squeezed, not enough to cause pain, but enough to cause worry.
>”We talked about this, dear.” Rarity’s words, now laced with anger, are hissed into your ear.
“Ah-...”
>You try to say something, but all the words get stuck in your throat.
>”Come, darling,” she says, keeping a firm grip on your nutsack as she pulls you back. “You’ll help me, won’t you?”
“Y-y-”
>Before you can sputter out a reply, she gives a little extra squeeze.
“Y-Yes!”
>”I told you not to stutter, Anon. And you need to stop with the voice cracking.”
S-...Sorry.”
>Much to your relief, the slender white fingers retreat from your sensitive area.
>”Yes, yes. Now, come help me.”
>As you bend down to start picking up books, you make sure to keep an arm in between your legs; you can hear Rarity giggle.
“Uh- w-where is your class?”
>She shoots you a glare. “I thought I told you not to stutter.”
>You cringe back; thankfully, she doesn’t attempt anything. You take a deep breath.
“...Sorry.”
>It’s a momentous effort keeping your voice calm and cool in a situation like this, but for your sake, you do it anyway.
>”Thank you. It’s over here, this way.”
>You follow her down the hallway; surprisingly, Rarity’s class is only three doors down from your own.
>As you both reach the door, Rarity holds the door open and motions you inside.
“I-Inside? B-”
>Once again, your silenced with a particularly powerful glare.
>Gritting your teeth, trying to keep your heart from lurching up your throat, you gulp and follow the girl inside.
>Thankfully, you don’t see a teacher when you enter. Just a bunch of kids.
>”Rarity!”
>A girl calls out to Rarity as we stop at one of the empty desks; pink hair, pink eyes, you don’t recognize her.
>”Oh, Sour Sweet, you’re here!” After setting the books down on the desk, she gives the yellow-ish girl a big hug.
>You put the books on the desk and, before you can even think about slipping away, Rarity snatches your wrist.
>”I thought you were playing sick today, Sour.”
>”Well, my mom found out…”
>You glance at the clock to find that there’s two minutes left until class.
>If you can somehow find a way to make Rarity let go of you…
>”Oh, is that the guy?”
>The other girl, “Sour Sweet,” points at you.
>Rarity interlocks her arm around yours and pulls you closer. “Oh, yes, this is Anon!”
>Sour gives you the once over, and then frowns. “He’s not very good-looking, is he?”
>In one strike, your confidence is mashed into dust.
>”Oh nonsense, he’s cute!”
>Sour Sweet sneers, and then giggles. “I’m... sure you two will make a... great couple!”
>You glance at the clock again; one minute left.
“Rarity, I-I-”
>”What is it, Anon?” She follows your eyes to the clock. “Oh, just stay here. The teacher for the class is too lazy and too old to notice.”
>W-what?
”R-Rarity-”
>”Sit down, Anon.”
>Like a war veteran having flashbacks of explosions and gunfire, you remember having your balls death-gripped by the woman in front of you. How your smooth pants fabric, too soft to offer any protection, easily crumpled as Rarity squeezed- how her cold fingers nearly made your balls shrink up inside you-
>Without another word, you sit down in the desk beside Rarity’s. Sour Sweet giggles again.