- Addiction is a continuation of PimpRarity part 2
- It gets a little gross.
- >You swallowed your pride, went back to Rarity and got yourself a job at the Ponyville Spa
- >It hasn't been too bad. The sisters can be absolutely vicious when no customers are around, but you've gotten pretty good at what you do and all the ponies leave relaxed
- >Your soothing hands have been good for business and you've actually gotten AJ and Fluttershy to calm down and stop with the attempted assaults.
- >You've got a half-hour session scheduled with a first-timer and then you're done for the day
- >Wait, what the heck does 'full service' mean?
- >You were very clear when you started, you would not do anything sexual with a mare
- >It suddenly dawns on you that you have made a mistake in your wording
- >A very big, red mistake
- >"Howdy Anon"
- >Big Macintosh walks in wearing an ill fitting robe, hangs it on the door and lies face down on the table.
- >Maybe you've got the wrong idea about what full service means
- >Maybe this doesn't have to get weird
- >Maybe if you just work out the tension in his muscles he'll be on his way like all the others
- >"Anon, the backrub is nice and all, but that's not exactly what I paid for."
- >You look at the clock, you've been working on him for nearly an hour, well over what he was scheduled for
- >Alright Anon, you're a professional, you can do this
- >You can whack off this marshmallow pony
- "Oh.. Yeah.. Would you mind getting off the table? I think it'll be easier if your hind legs are on the floor."
- >He gets up and 'mounts' the table, you kneel under him and get a look at what you're dealing with
- >It's as bad as you expected, they don't call him 'Big Mac' for nothing
- >He's not even hard and it's almost as big as your arm
- >He grunts as you grab his floppy horsecock and start pumping
- >You start slow, working faster as he gets harder
- >You're going to need two hands for this
- >Suddenly, you realize what the bucket under the table is for
- >Bless those neon witches, at least they gave you that
- >The only way you can get a good grip on Mac is by lying on your back underneath him
- >From this angle his junk looks comically huge, and you can see his balls starting to pulse
- >They're pretty big too, how have you never noticed this before?
- >Goddamn it Anon, focus. You're not in to ponies and you're not gay for horsecock either
- >Pump, pump, pump, you can tell he's getting close
- >More grunting, you get the bucket ready
- >My word this stallion can jizz
- >He's been shooting thick, ropey streams into the bucket for what seems like minutes
- >Finally he's done and you're trying as hard as you can to ignore the small bit that splashed on your lip
- >Keep it together Anon, don't lick it.
- >"Thanks, buddy. See ya around."
- >He grabs his robe and walks out, you're left holding a bucket full of pony spooge
- >A brief lapse in concentration, why do you suddenly taste apple cinnamon?
- >You licked it.
- >You licked Big Mac's jizz off your mouth and it was the greatest thing you've ever tasted
- >You know there's a drain in the back where you can dump the bucket
- >You can feel how warm it is through the plastic
- >You walk in to the back room
- >Don't do it Anon, it tastes delicious but it's not worth it
- >Just dump the bucket and walk away
- >You can quit the spa, you'll find work in town, you always have.
- >Dump the bucket and walk away
- >You can't do it
- >You can't let it go to waste
- >What the hell is wrong with you
- >You just jerked off your friend and now you're seriously about to drink a bucket of cinnamon apple horse semen
- >Better not let it get cold
- >You hold up the bucket and it's contents slowly flow out into your mouth and down your throat
- >This is the best goddamn thing you've ever tasted
- >The Apple family makes some damn fine fritters and pies but none of that can hold a candle to the white goo that's filling your mouth and running down your neck
- >You're lying in the back room, stomach full, uniform ruined.
- >You're not sure if you want to cry, shower or just bask in the glory of the best thing you've ever eaten.
- >You throw out your stained clothes, wash yourself off and change into your tshirt and jeans
- "Sorry ladies, but I can't do this anymore. I quit."
- >You run home, lock your doors, shutter the windows and reflect on what your life has become.
- >You don't leave the house or even eat for the next two days
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