Anon - Soccer Game (Twilight)

>You jolt awake as your alarm clock sounds off, sending a wave of pain through the back of your head

>Your arm reaches out from under the covers, and you slam it down onto the snooze button

>You are Anonymous

>And you are hung over

 

>you slide out from under the bed sheets, placing your hand on the bed side table to stop yourself from falling flat on your face

>you make your way to the bathroom, desperately praying to the three Holy S's that your parents won't notice your condition

"Anonymous, get your ass down here! You're gonna be late!"

>you flinch at your dad's booming voice, shuffling as fast as your brain would let you

>you stop as you reach the stairs, and look down

>the challenge you must overcome will not be without it's hardships

>you grip the banister, clinging to the wooden rail as though your life depended on it

>slowly, you make your way downstairs, carefully planning each step a million times in your head

"Get in the car. I'll drop you off at school on my way to work."

>you are jostled out the front door by your dad

>you can hear your retinas sizzle as they are exposed to natural light

>the car horn sounds off as dad unlocks it, the sound reverberating through your head

>you open the door, and slide down into the back seat, clicking your seatbelt into place

 

>you hear the school bell ring as the car pulls into the parking lot

"OK Anon, this is your stop. Have a nice day."

>you open the door, making your way across the now vacated campus of Canterlot High

>you hurry through the empty hallways, finally coming across room 107

>you can hear names being read out on the other side

>that's good, you're not too late

>you push the door open and step inside

>no one takes notice of you, as the teacher continues with roll call

"Norman?"

"Here"

"Twilight Sparkle?"

"Present"

"Anonymous?"

>"Here," you croak, stepping between the desks and taking a seat next to Twilight

 

"Anon," says Twilight, lowering her voice and leaning across

"You're late"

>"I'm not *that* late, Twi"

"You came in after the bell had rung, that means you're late"

>You shake your head, sliding lower into your chair as the teacher turns to face the class

>She says some shit, but it doesn't really register over your secret conversation with Twilight

>"I got here before my name was called, so that means I was just on time"

>Twilight looks at you disapprovingly, before turning her attention back to the board

>The rest of the class passes as usual, with Twilight answering all the questions and you trying to avoid being seen

>You breathe a heavy sigh of relief as the bell sounds, and you stand along with the rest of the class, eager to get out of the stuffy classroom

 

>Cut to next class

>Everyone was told to take out their computers, as we'd be using them for today's lesson

>"Hey Twilight, you remember that vide~

"Yes, Anon, I remember the video. You tell me about it every time we use the computers"

>You see the faintest hint of red pool into her cheeks

>Deciding to drop it, you open your computer, immediately switching to a racing game

>Twilight snorts, and opens her own computer

>It's the cheesiest thing you've ever seen, complete with a group shot of all her friends as a wallpaper

>You feel a twang as you notice you're not in it

>Twilight raises her hand

>The teacher continues writing on the board, evidently having not noticed

>Twilight continues to sit with her hand raised, crossing her legs tightly

>You roll your eyes, and let out the loudest, fakest cough you can manage

>Every eye in the room is on you, including the teacher

>You give a shrug, as Twilight's raised hand is finally acknowledged

"Yes, Ms. Sparkle?"

"May I go to the bathroom, sir?"

"Of course."

>He digs around in his desk for a hall pass

>Twilight smiles at you, and pinches your arm as she gets up to leave

I live to give

 

>You wait until she is gone, and immediately grab her computer

 

>You pull it closer, silently thanking every deity out there that she was already logged in

>You search around her folders a little, finding nothing of interest

>Internet bookmarks next

>Much of the same

 

>But you're not beat yet

>You open her search history, curious as to what untold secrets lie within

>Your face falls as you scroll down, seeing nothing juicy at all

Canterlot Animal Shelter Homepage

Study Tips and Note Taking

>dumb shit like that

>You're about to give up, but decide to give the next page a go

>Boring shit fills the screen, overloading your senses

>You swear you can hear the computer snore

>You continue on, sitting through more and more dull website

>But then you notice something... odd

How To Flatten Dog-Eared Pages - 8:30pm

Study Tips and Tricks - 8:30pm

YouTube - 8:30

>You go back a few pages, and sure enough, every website is from 8:30 - 8:35

>Looks like someone doesn't know how to clear history

>You renew your search, vigorously scrolling and clicking

>Then you see it

>Exactly what you've been searching for all these 3 minutes

How to know if a boy likes you

>Your devious smile is replaced by a blank look

>You really don't know what you expected

How to get a boy's attention

How to ask someone out

>You're so wrapped up in this revelation, that you don't notice the door open

>You don't notice as Twilight crosses the room

>And you don't notice as she sits down in her seat

>You're finally drawn out of your comatose state, though, when you hear Twilight gasp

>You look up as she snatches her computer back, her face glowing red

>You look away, suddenly very interested in what is written on the black board

 

>The rest of the day passes normally, though you don't see Twilight during lunch

>But that suits you fine

>Not only would it be incredibly awkward for both of you, but now you also had time to mull over what you saw

>You're pulled out of your thinking by Rainbow Dash, tailed by Fluttershy, who grabs your shoulder

 

"Hey Anon, you're coming to the Soccer game on Wednesday, right?"

>You turn around, spooked out of your pants by the sudden inquisition

>"Yeah, of course I am."

>Rainbow beams, blinding you with the sudden flash of white

"Awesome! I'll make sure to get you front row seats!"

>She rushes away, towards Rarity and Applejack

>Fluttershy gives you an awkward glance, and hurries to join them

>You can't help but notice that Twilight is not with them

 

Dawn of the Second Day

-48 Hours Remain-

 

>Your eyes snap open as the alarm rings

>You pull yourself out of bed, rubbing your eyes

>You head to the bathroom, where awaits the 3 most important parts of the morning

>Without which the world would surely implode upon itself in a fantastic display of poor planet design

>Shit, Shower, Shave

>You exit the bathroom, feeling as fresh and clean as a newborn baby, but without all the vagina juice

>You fill your bag with books, hesitating and then forgetting to grab your homework due today

Ready to start the day

 

>You get to school, pushing through the doors just as the bell rings

>You hurry to your class, and join the swarm of students pushing in through the door

>Taking your usual seat, you glance at the door, waiting for Twilight to step through

>She doesn't

>You furrow your brow

>Twilight was never late for class

 

>Twilight would never miss a class

>That's what you tell yourself as the bell rings, Twilight nowhere to be seen

>Unable to wrap your head around this anomaly, you rise to your feet, and shuffle out the door

>You glance at your time table

>Next class is art

>...

>Your time would be better spent somewhere else

>You take off, walking casually as fast as you can towards the back of the school

>You're about to duck out through the side, when you see the door open

>Your feet don't see it though, and carry you right into Twilight Sparkle

>She gives a squeak of surprise as you bump into her, stepping back a bit

"Oh, Anon! Watch where you're going."

 

>She giggles a bit, helping you to your feet

>She doesn't seem to be upset

>Though you swear you can make out the tiniest hint of red on her cheek

>"Twilight, a-about yesterday, I~"

>She cuts you off, giggling again

"Don't worry about that, Anon"

>You're starting to get suspicious

>"OK, but, where were you this morning, you never miss a class"

"Oh, I was just doing something for Principal Celestia, organizing RD's soccer game tomorrow."

>Fair enough

 

>"Well, Twi, I'd better get to class"

>You go to slide past her, but she blocks the way

"Class? At the back of the school?"

>Busted

>"It's an... outside class.

>Twilight smirks at you, places her hands on her hips and tsk's

"If you say so, Anon, I won't keep you"

>She moves to the side, allowing you to walk out the door

>You slip past her, but she calls you back

"Oh, Anon!"

You wheel around, only to find her face inches from yours

"If you were wondering"

>She whispers into your ear

"About who those searches were about"

>She lowers her hands, brushing against your pelvic regions

>You hear a sharp intake of breath

"It's you"

>She pecks you on the cheek, and walks off down the hall

"See you at the game tomorrow!"

 

>You stand there, halfway out the door

>Things have gotten a bit warm down south

>Not that you notice

>You're not entirely sure why, but you've got a feeling that watching the game is gonna be a lot more interesting than usual

 

>The bell rings, telling you that art class is over and it's safe to come out

>You walk in through the same side door as before, hurrying to the cafeteria

>Sure enough, there's Twilight, sitting at the usual table

>You walk over, and sit down next to her

>"Twilight"

"Yes?"

>She looks at you, bats her eyes and giggles

>"What was *that* about"

>You may have sounded a little more frustrated than you meant to, because suddenly Twilight looks worried

"Oh no, did I do something wrong?"

>She pulls a notepad out of her front pocket, and furiously flips through it

 

>She stops on a page, and scans it, her eyes darting back and forth

"No, it, it says here to~"

>You put your hand on her shoulder

>"You didn't do anything wrong, Twilight. I'm just a little... confused"

>She looks up at you, her worry replace with a bright smile.

"Oh."

>"Yeah."

>You both sit there, an awkward silence setting in between you.

>You decide to break it

>"So what's so important about the soccer game?"

>She looks at you, her eyes half lidded

"It's a secret."

>You look at her, expecting an explanation, but instead, she turns back to her lunch

>The bell sounds off, and Twilight gets up, dropping her pen as she does so

>She bends over to get it, allowing you a full view of her lavender panties

>A dark spot in the middle

 

>As the cafeteria empties, you feel the spot where Twilight was sitting

>Just as you shrekspected

>Damp.

 

>The rest of the day passes by normally, with Principal Celestia reminding everyone over the intercom that the soccer match was tomorrow

>You don't even know who the opposing team is

>Baltimare or something

>But that doesn't matter

>All that matters now is that you're pretty much guaranteed a chance at Twilight's purple pussy

 

Dawn of the Final Day

-24 Hours Remain-

 

>You were up long before the alarm clock

>You rush to the bathroom

>There is always time for the lord S's

>You finish up, and rush out the door, starting the long and arduous journey 10 minutes up the road

>9 minutes later, you're at the field

>The bleacher has been set up, and painted too, judging by how white it was

>Probably want to make a good impression on the Baltimarians before we kick their ass

>Suddenly, a blue hand appears on your shoulder

>It's Rainbow Dash

"Hey Anon! I just wanted to let you know that I've got your seats taken care of!"

>"Oh, thanks Dash, I re~"

"Yeah, you've all got the ones right over there, in the middle"

>She points at the bleacher, missing the middle by a mile

>"Dash, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. J-Just a little nervous. Heh."

>Is not big suprise

>"Dash, we win every year. What makes you think this year'll be different?"

>Dash's answer was cut off by the bell, which was apparently extra loud when you were standing right fucking under it.

"Oh, you'd better get to class, Anon. I'll see you late!"

>With that, Dash ran off, disappearing into the locker rooms

 

>You couldn't wait

>You couldn't fucking wait

>You swear, the clock's ticking backwards now

>Another glance couldn't hurt

11:30

>FUCK

>Still 30 minutes to go

>You look over at Twilight

>She's jotting down notes from the board

>Though you can tell she's impatient too

>Half an hour later

>Final-fucking-ly

>Everyone stands and bumrushes the door

>The class makes their way over to the field, gradually joining together and filling the bleacher

>You and Twilight take your seats in the middle at the front

 

"I'm so excited to see Rainbow Dash play!"

>Twilight is playing this off really well

>She grabs your hand, turning to look at you

>She's beaming, her smile as big as the sun

>There's no way she's this excited for soccer

>The ball is kicked off, and the crowd cheers as the game begins

>Twilight takes your hand and puts it on her leg

>Her skin is smooth as silk

>You start to caress it, running your hand up and down her upper thigh, always stopping just before her skirt

>The crowd is getting louder, and you run your hand up her skirt

>It shoots right up her thigh, and you feel the thin fabric of her panties against your fingers

>Damp

 

>You slide a finger across her mons pubis, feeling the bristle of short pubic hairs hidden under her underwear

>This elicit's a moan from Twilight, and she grabs your arm and attempts to steer your hand towards her labia

>I don't think so, bitch

>You assert your dominance over her, and run your hand back down to her upper thigh

>She's panting from just that, though it can't be heard over the roar of the crowd

>Next to you, Fluttershy watches the game, her neck stiff

>As though she's trying not too...

>You shoot a glance at the seat next to Twilight, and sure enough, there's Rarity, occasionally looking throughout the crowd

>Twilight asked her friends to keep watch while you fingered her in the bleacher

>Clever girl

>Fuck that's hot

>You reach up her skirt again, brushing over her lips this time

>You feel her shiver as you do this, and her hand digs deeper into your arm

>You begin to rub her pussy lips through her panties, causing her squeal

>She covers it up, but she needn't try, as nothing can be heard over the din of the crowd

>Her legs are spread open now, so you gently flit your hands across from right to left, slowly climbing higher

>Your fingers flick her clitoris, and she grabs onto you with both hands, burying her face in your shoulder

>You continue, alternating between her clit and her lips

 

>Her panties are completely soaked, pussy juice dripping onto the seat

>She's visibly grinding against your hand now, desperate to make as much contact with you as possible

"Anon... please"

>"Please what, Twilight?"

>She pushes her head harder into your shoulder, panting hard

"D-don't make me say it~ ah"

>You flash a sly grin, whispering into her ear

>"Say what?"

 

"F-f-fuck me"

>"I already am fucking you, Twilight"

>Damn you're good at this

>She gives an annoyed grunt+moan hybrid, burying her head even deeper into your shoulder

"Put y-your finger i-i-iiiiiiin"

>"If that's what the lady wants"

>You trace along her lips one more time, before peeling her panties up

>You let go, and hear a wet smack as her panties snap against her skin

>She squeals into your shoulder

>You pull them up again, slipping your fingers inside

>Her body shudders as your fingers make contact with her lips

>You tease her a little, pinching her clit and rubbing

 

IT'S TIME

 

>You position your finger at her entrance, and slowly sink in

>You don't get far, though, until you meet some resistance

>By the point, Twilight is shaking so much you're sure if she let go she'd fall right out of her seat

>You push harder, and Twilight gives a squeak of pain

>Suddenly, you're through

http://youtu.be/yjJDv1IeF8I?t=6s

>Twilight gives a long moan, muffled in your shoulder

>You move in and out, slowly at first, but eventually falling on a rhythm

>Twilight's moans are getting louder and louder, and you're pretty sure that she'll start screaming eventually

>Using your free hand, you pull her head up, and kiss her

>She's startled at first, but eventually opens her mouth and lets your tongue roll in

>Your tongues intertwine, and Twilight's continued vocal show reverberates in your mouth

>You continue to plow her pussy with your fingers, wet slaps accentuating the merciless fucking Twilight is receiving

 

>Twilight breaks the kiss, panting as though she'd just run a marathon

>Being the sneaky mother fucker you are, you throw another finger into the mix

>Twilight's juices are spattering out everywhere

>You continue to drill Twilight for god knows how long

>It's probably only been like 10 minutes

 

"A-Anon, I~"

>Twilight attempts to speak, but is too breathless to muster anything more than your name

>Her vag tells it all though, as you feel her pussy start to quiver

>She's close

Initiate Plan Zeta

>You don't know what Zeta means, but it sounds cool

>Slowly and carefully, you bring your arm down and rest it on Twilight's ass

>You caress it for a while, before drawing closer to your target

Man the harpoons, lads, and fight till your last breath, for the beast be upon us

The Kraken

>Using her own slick juices as lube, you slide your finger into Twilight's asshole

>Her eyes widen, and her iris rolls into the back of her head

>You continue the double whammy, finger fucking her ass and pussy

>She can't take much more of this

>Your fingers are trapped in both her holes as Twilight throws her head back and screams

>That would have had you found, where it not for Rainbow Dash kicking a winning goal

>The crowd around you erupts in cheer, and Twilight's scream of ecstasy is lost amid the cheering fans

 

>After a moment, she slides off your fingers, and falls back into her seat

>She adjusts her skirt and underwear, before sitting up and glancing around nervously

>After some reassuring words from Rarity, Twilight calms down

>Twilight smiles at her, her eyes half lidded in exhaustion

>You realise you had just been sitting there, your fingers coated in Twilight's juices

>You absently raise your hand to your mouth, looking Twilight in the eye as you lick your fingers clean

>The crowd around rises as the players leave the field

>Fluttershy drops a cup of soda on the ground

>Smart thinking

>You begin to rise, but Twilight pulls you back down

 

"Anon, you were a-amaaazing"

>You swell with pride

>But that's not the only thing that's swollen

>You were so caught up in the moment, you'd forgotten all about Anon Jr.

>But Twilight hadn't

>She giggles that adorable giggle, and places her hand on your crotch

"I'll have to find some way to repay you."

>You like that

>You like that a lot.

 

Dawn of

a New Day

 

>You awaken to your alarm clock, rising slowly out of bed

>Shit, shower, shave

>You hear your mother call you

"Anon! Your friend Twilight is here!"

>You make your way down stairs, and arrive at the door to find Twilight standing there, flashing you an impossibly wide smile

"Hi Anon! Are you ready to go?"

>"As I'll ever be"

>You grab your bag, and head out the door

>You walk to school in relative silence, Twilight holding your hand all the way

>You arrive on campus, and walk silently through the halls towards home room

>Twilight, however, has different plans

>She pulls you into an unused classroom

>And locks the door behind you

"We should have all the privacy we need in here."

>Interest gained

>"Privacy for what?"

>Twilight steps forwards, pushing you into a wall

>She grabs your crotch, and bats her eyes at you

"For this~"

>Today was gonna be a good day.