Having a Ball [Requested from an Anon]

>Celestia and Luna smiles upon you this day.

>There was fun to be had and you didn’t want your best friends to miss out on your “special” fun.

>You had a special gift of which you wanted to share with your dearest friends and the kind of memories that money couldn’t buy.

>The closest house on your way was Twilight’s, so let’s see if she wasn’t busy.

>You knock.

>She opens the door and thankfully, she wasn’t letting her OCD get the best of her today.

>“Oh!  Hi anon!”

“Hey Twi!  Listen, I was wondering if you were busy?  Would you like to have some fun?”

>Spike arrives at the doorway and broclaws you.

>”Oh Sure!  What kind of fun?”

“Would you…  Like to play with my balls?”

>Her eyes widen as she starts stumbling upon her own words.

>”WHA-…  WHAT!?  HOW C-CAN you be so-“

>Spike’s eyes widen as well.

>”Sure thing, bro!  I’d like to play with your-“

>”SPIKE!  GET INSIDE OF THE HOUSE AND REORGANIZE THE SHELVES!  NOW!”

>Twi, I don’t think anon actually meant-

>”I SAID NOW!”

>She then proceeded to levitate Spike off the ground and throw him back into the house.

>”And as for you!”  She said while poking you with her hoof with a look of disgust on her face.

>“How dare you corrupt naïve and impressionable little Spike with your lewd comment, you filthy bucking ape!  And you have the nerve to make such a pass at me!?”

“Twi!  Just chill!  I just wanted to see if-“

>Door slams shut in your face.

>Goddamn, what the fuck was her problem?

>Let’s see if Pinkie Pie’s interested.  She’s not much a stiff as this OCD ridden pony.

 

A/N:  5 more ponies man.  Shit.  What have I gotten myself into?

 

>Walk around Ponyville and see the store with a big-ass cupcake sticking out.

>Walk inside and Pinkie Pie toasters out from behind the counter.

>“HIAnon!WAtchadoin’herhuhhuhhuhhuh!?” she said while hopping and trotting around you.

“Hey there, you overactive little pony!  Yo listen, I was just wondering…  Are you busy?  Wanna have some REAL fun with me?”

>You then cock your eyebrow.

>She stops bouncing around and stops in front of your face.

>”oooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!  Whatkindoffun, huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh!?”

>She said as she continued raping the laws of physics with her teleporting around in and out of your vision.

“I’ve plentiful balls for you to play with and they ain’t gonna rustle themselves!  Care to join me?”

>She immediately halts in place as her mane immediatetly goes flat.

>You feel a cold chiil encroaching your spine.

“Hey!  That’s a nice look on you!  You should really let your mane-“

>She turns to face you with a cold icy stare.

>”You…”

“Umm…  Pinkie…?”

>”How dare you think of me like that!”

“What?  Seriously?  Well, you’re kind of a party girl so I thought you’d like to have some fun with me like that, you know?”

>”I like to party , I’m not THAT kind of party girl!    

“Listen, what I meant was-“

>You cut off your own speech as she reaches for a cleaver that was conveniently placed next to her.

“Say Anon, would like to be a part of something…  Special?”

>Every step you take back, she moves 3 steps forward.

>Oh.

>Shit.

>Brain:  Run like a bitch!

>You dash out of the sugarcube corner and start sweating like Chris brown at a battered women’s shelter.

>So much for that.

>Looks like Rarity’s house is up next.  Let’s see if her little sister Sweetiebelle wants to join in.

 

>As you continue making your way through town, you finally arrive at the Carousel Boutique.

>Ring doorbell.

>Sweetiebelle opens the door with a smile on her face.

>”Hi anon!”  She said with her eyes liting up.

“Hey there, Sweetiebelle!  Is Rarity home?”

>”Yeah, but she’s super busy!  Is there something you want me to tell her for you?”

“Yeah, just tell her that…”

>You lean in closer while whispering and her eyes lit up like a damn X-mas tree.

“Wow!  REALLY!?  You’d let me play with your balls!?  That’s so cool of you Anon!  Wait here, Rarity’s really gonna wanna join in on this!”

>FINALLY!  Things are starting to look up now!  Maybe, just maybe, Rarity will-

>You feel the earth underneath your feet shake with every stomp as the purple maned elder sister of naïve little Sweetiebelle heads downstairs.

>”You disgusting degenerate of a being!  You...  waste of flesh and blood!  You…  You…  Double ni-“

“WHOA MAN!  Where did you learn such foul language!?  That’s like really uncouthe, yo!  And in front of your little baby sister!?”

>”ME!?  What about you!?  Isn’t she a little too young to be…  ‘Playing with your balls!?’”

“I don’t think she’s too young at all!  It’s fun for the whole family!  You’re really missing out on something here!”

>Dinkleberg.jpg on rarity’s face.

>She starts gritting her teeth so hard that shards and residue of her teeth start escaping her mouth.

“You shouldn't really do that to your teeth!  I’m sure your dentist really enjoys your visits if you do stuff like that to your pearly whites, missy!”

>An aura surrounds her horn and several sharp object start glowing around her from needles to scissors, and oddly enough a vibrator.

>Her too, huh?

>Brain: Yep!

>”I think you better go, Anon.”  Sweetiebelle said while becoming increasingly worried about your safety and well-being.

“I think so too.  We’ll catch up later, okay?”

>”You stay the buck away from my baby sister, you heathen!”

“Don’t you mean uncouthe heathen?  Lolololololol- OH SHIT!”

>Several sharp objects then start soaring towards you and you make it outside while slamming the door behind you.

>Let’s see… next stop…  

>Sweet Apple Acres.

 

A/N:  Fucking Christ three more ponies.  Imma see this thing through cause I ain’t a little bitch!

 

>Arrive at Applerape’s farm.

>Brohoof Brokintosh.

“Hey bruh!  Where’s your baby sister?”

>He motions for you to follow him.

>A colt of very few words, he was.

>That’s cool.  Talking complicated things anyways.

>”Hey there, Pardner!  How you doin’?”

>Fuck it.  Even if she was one of the epitomes of rape, she was still your friend.  

>Might as well risk it.

“Say, um…  Applerape…  er!  I mean…  Applejack!  How would you like to um…”

>Shit.  Here it goes…

“How would you like to play with my balls?”

>”Why…  I’d love to Anon!  I’ve waited so long for this day to come, Sugarcube!”

“MOTHER OF GOD!  PLEASE DON’T-  Wait…  Really?  For real!?”

>”Why yes, cutie!  I’d love nothing more than to  play with…  your balls.  All.  Night.  Long.”

“Well alright then!  How about we go back to my place…”

>Big mac had that all familiar look of rage that was similar to the three other ponies you asked to join in on your fun.

“Yo!  Mac Daddy!  You want in on this too?  You’re mah bro!  I got plenty of balls to go around!”

>”….Nope.”

*WHAM*

>You get bucked in the chest and start literally flying like a kite.

>Luckily for you, your rainbow-maned bro catches you in mid-air and gently lays your lifeless body on the ground.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzfY-aXGcBY&feature=related

 

>”Anon!  ANON!?  Say something!”  Rainbro Dash screams at your face.

“Daddy?  Why can’t I be a ballerina?  The teacher said I’m a natural!”

>You incoherently mumbled.

>Your vision starts to return and within your view was none other than your closest bro.

“Oh hey!   Uhh…  Goddamn this shit hurts.”

>”Anon!  You’re okay!  Oh, I’m so glad!”

“Yeah, so am I.  Was I…  talking in my sleep again?  Did I say anything I shouldn’t have?”

>”Um…  Nope.”

>Pokerface.jpg

>She then proceeded to wrap her forehooves around you.

“Didn’t know you were the touchy feely kinda mare, Bro-dash.  Heh heh.”

>She then immediately distanced herself away from you and you swear you see a tint of red on her face.

>”Oh!  Um right!  Heh!  Well…  Anyways…  What was that all about?”  She asks while becoming concerned.

“I seemed to have pissed off Big Mac and well…  He didn’t take to kindly to my generosity.”

>”Really!?  Why I oughta-“

“Let it go, Dash.  He’s still my bro regardless.  He’ has his reasons.”

>”But he-“

“I KNOW what he did.  Even if he doesn’t talk much, I know he isn’t the kind of colt to pull shit like that off without having a reason.  Just let it go.”  

>”You’re too forgiving.  Why you may even be…   Beta as fu-”

“You finish that sentence and you’re no longer my bro, you got that!?”

>She gasps with her eyes widening and pupils shrinking.

>“Okayokayokayokay!  I take it back!  I swear!”

“Hmph.  Damn right!”

>”Come on!  Don’t be like that, bro!”

“Yeah.  Yeah.  Anyways…  Dash?”

>Yeah?  Anon?”

>Do you dare risk asking the very same question that’s been landing you in hot water?

>There was always some kind of consequence that followed.

>You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

>She was always there when she had your back.

>She wasn’t just your bro, she was your best friend.

>Alright, here it goes…

“Do you want to play with my balls?”

>Direct approach.  Nice.  Now let’s see what consequences follow.

>”Anon…  I don’t…  That is…  Umm…  I didn’t know that you…  We…”

>She wasn’t acting cocky or as her confident self.

>It was as though she was full of doubt and uncertainty.

“Umm…  Dash?”

>”I…  I better go!”

“Wait, Dash!  DASH!”

>The fuck was that all about?

>Well, at least you didn’t have to worry about your health and well-being this time.

>Judging from where you landed, Fluttershy’s house isn’t too far away from here.

 

>Fuck it.  Might as well.

>Arrive at the cottage of Flutterrape.

>Knock on the door.

>Door is opened by the yellow fuzzball of fail-rape.

“Hey, Fluttershy.”

>You’re getting desperate.  Your balls weren’t going to fondle themselves, you know.

>”Oh!  Anon!  What an unexpected surprise!”

>*Pomf*  Wingboner.jpg

“Can I come in?”

>”Sure!  Let me get you something to drink!”

>Sit on couch.

>She goes into the kitchen and comes back out with a serving tray with drinks.

>One glass was filled with clear ice water, but the other had a white and yet opaque texture to it and you swear you see a tablet half dissolved floating in the glass.

>Care to take a guess as to which glass is yours?

>”Thanks, Fluttershy.”

>You said as she handed you your “drink.”

>”So what brings you by?”

“Would you like to fondle my balls?  It does kinda get lonely from time to time.”

>She does a spit-take with her drink.

>She has a blank expression on her face.

>She slowly walks towards you.

“Umm…  Shy?”

>She dives for your crotch and attempts to unzip your pants.

“What the fuck are you doin’!?”

>”But..  I thought you said you wanted to finally let me go all the way with you!”

“What are you, high!?  I said no such thing!  Now get off of me!”

>She ignores your pleas and continues trying to work on your pants.

>You reach for the tablet inside your “drink” and shove it in her mouth.

>You seal her mouth closed with your hand and rub her throat making her swallow the tablet.

>Her eyes instantly roll back and she’s out like a light.

>You stand up on your feet and leave her house while closing the door behind you.

“Later.  Crazy ass Pegasus.”

 

>Well, today has certainly been an eventful day.

>Your balls were just something that nopony within Equestria could handle.

>It was a damn shame that they didn’t want to be a part of something you considered to be special.

>You considered it quite possibly the greatest gift ever to grace Equestria.

>But it’s their loss.

>Maybe they’re just not ready for them.

>As you continue making your way home, Luna’s moon was rising and Celestia’s sun was falling.

>As you enter your home, you empty the contents of your pocket and check to see if all of the other doors are locked in your house.

>You shut all of the blinds in your house.

“Ohhh…  It’s time!”

>You reach into your pants…

>And unhinge that wedgie that’s been bothering you all day.

>You then run into your basement and dive into a gigantic ball pit you had recently won from a radio contest a few days ago.

>Truly it was a damn shame that your friends couldn’t be a apart of your big ball pit.  There was plenty to go around and they were all simply huge!

>Oh well, more balls for you to fondle around with.

>And oddly enough, you couldn’t be happier.

>The end.

 

 

A/N:

 

To the one who made the balls request...

 

I don't know if you're still out there, but I don't think you should be thanking me. I should be thanking you instead. As retarded as it may sound, I was always doubting myself as a writer for these threads and I always just lurked while just sitting by the sidelines and letting other writers more talented than me take the spotlight. Thanks to you, I think I may be able to post while not afraiding of anything.

 

For that you have MY grattitude. Whether this reaches you or not or if you're still lurking, know that you have my thanks.

 

/circlejerkcocksucking