Rocky - Just Do It, Anon (Pinkie Pie)

>Arrive at your home after a long night of partying with your friends.

"Bye guys! We've really got to do this again sometime!"

>Unlock the door with a low *click* and step inside.

>Proceed to close and lock the door quietly so as to not wake your neighbors.

>Sigh contentedly.

>This may have been the best night of your life.

>You never expected your high school years to be so lively.

>Figure that it wouldn't hurt to have a munch before bed.

>Make your way to the kitchen.

>Open your fridge and have a look around.

>You grab one of those frozen meals your best friend told you to get the last time you were at the market.

>May as well give it a try.

>Without paying mind to what exactly it is you're microwaving, you stick it in the microwave not your dick, anons, the meal.

>Patiently wait for your meal to be ready, turning on the television sitting conveniently right across from the kitchen.

>Ooo, Avatar is showing.

>BEEEEEEEEEEP.

>You really need to get a softer-sounding microwave.

>Take the meal out of theFUCKTHATSHOT

>Drop the blasted thing on the ground as you stick your hand under some cold water from the faucet.

>Exhale in relief.

"Better scrambled than puréed, I guess,"

>Let the plastic container sit for a bit.

>Tap your foot. Five minutes should be enough.

>You pick up the container holding your now scrambled food.

>Doesn't look that appetizing, but you don't want to let it go to waste.

>Take your food to the couch and watch the movie as you wait just a little bit longer for the food to be cool enough to eat.

>Take the first bite.

>Instantly spit it out.

"God, I hate onions!"

>Suddenly, the powerful stench of onions penetrates your home.

>Your door breaks down and an enormous ogre bursts into the room.

>Is that Shrek?

>He runs over to you and picks you up by your collar.

>"IT'S ALL OGRE FOR YOU!"

>You flail and kick wildly, trying to escape his grasp.

>He pulls your pants and underwear down below your legs.

>Seemingly out of nowhere, he produces an onion.

>He uses two fingers to pry your cheeks apart, exposing your anus.

>"Wow, you're quite the tight one, aren't you, lass?"

>Watch in horror as he takes his free fingers and brings his hand near your hindquarters to stretch you before he Shreks you.

>You brace yourself...it's all ogre.

>Wake with a start.

"Holy shit...some dream. Wonder why dream me hates onions..."

>You look around at this, expecting Shrek.

>You actually thought it was ogre in that dream. It's making you a bit jumpy.

"But real me loves onions! Haha..."

>Chuckling nervously, you actually wake up.

>Proceed to turn over, looking towards the bathroom. The ornate porcelain contraptions call out for you, longing to be used.

>Stand up and head to the waiting toilet, answering its call, where you take a particularly large shit and flush.

>You pray that the thing goes through...

>With a satisfying squelch, the last of your excrement slides down the drain.

>Shit, check.

>You step into the shower shortly after making sure no noxious gas can escape the prison of your toilet room.

>Turn the water on. Real men don't wait for it to heat up.

>Feel your entire body recoil in shock as the freezing water hits your skin.

>And, apparently, you forgot to take your boxers off.

>Slip out of them and toss them in a heap to the corner of your bathroom.

>Water's warming up somewhat now, and you shampoo, soap, and finish showering.

>Shower, check.

>And for the grand finale of your morning routine...

>You head for the sink and brush your teeth.

>Thankfully you've only got shadow right now, not a full-blown beard, obviating the need to shave.

>The taste of spicy toothpaste fills your mouth. You never knew that toothpaste could produce heat while you brush.

>Finish brushing.

>At this, you head back to your closet and slip into some clean clothes.

>Jeans and a t-shirt will do. And the jacket. Don't forget the jacket.

>Look at yourself in the mirror.

>You look satisfyingly normal.

>Head out of your room, through the living room, and into the kitchen.

>Grab some eggs, bacon, and milk out of the fridge.

>Look in your pantry for your delicious pancake mix.

>You obtain the little red box and head for the stove, making yourself a decent breakfast.

>Chug some milk out of the carton and stick the rest in the fridge.

>Grab the keys, your backpack, and your wallet.

>Finally finished, you get the hell out of your house.

>Jog lightly to school. No challengers appear.

>Arrive at the school.

>You look around in awe at the decorations your peers have managed to create for Homecoming.

>Pity you didn't participate, really; would have been fun to hang with Ponka for a while.

>You fancy that girl to an unfathomable degree.

>As your dickweed friends say, though, you're too much of a faggot to ask her out.

>Shit hurts, man.

>One of these days...one of these days you'll do something.

>Act on impulse or whatever they call it.

>With that thought in mind, you make your way over to your group's usual table in the cafeteria, where you all screw around in the mornings.

 

>Upon seeing your figure approaching, one of them stands up and waves his hands in the air like he's trying to attract a fucking helicopter.

"Anon! Where've you been, dude?"

 

"Gee, I dunno, at home? Having breakfast, maybe? I don't want to starve myself."

>Roll your eyes.

 

"Why not? Starving to death seems like a fun way to go!"

 

"Dunno, I think I would rather...drown or something. I can't go without food for too long. You all know I'm a fat fuck."

 

>In reality, you're a skinny shit, not even remotely close to a fat fuck.

>At least being able to eat whatever you want and gain nothing in weight is something you can brag about.

>The others are shooting dialogue at you left and right, but you block it out this morning.

>You've got better things to think about.

>Like how maybe you really should try and stop being such a pussy about everything.

 

>One of the faggots nudges you in the arm.

>Upon looking up, you notice that all of them are staring at you, and rather concernedly at that.

 

"What's up, Anon? That Pinkie Pie girl on your mind again?"

 

"It's not your problem, Sentry."

 

"If it makes you act all antisocial and shit, it really is my problem."

"He's got a point, Anon, you've kinda been being all...distant these past weeks."

"Still too much of a faggot to ask her out?"

>You sigh in frustration with yourself and slight irritation with your friends.

"If you're gonna be an asshole about it, don't say anything. And actually, on that note...yeah, I think I'm still too afraid to do anything."

 

"Just get it over with, Anon. If you don't even try, she'll never know, and if she never knows, what's your chance?"

 

>Hm. Fair point, Sentry.

"I suppose that's true, but you exaggerate the simplicity of asking someone on a date. I would think so, anyway."

 

"I'm not exaggerating anything, dude. You just gotta go for it. If you don't, then you probably never will. It's not really a matter of having the nerve to do it, it's more of just...doing it."

 

"What, like on impulse?"

 

"Yeah, like that. Next time you see her, just get it over with. Look at it this way; getting it over with will take a load off your shoulders, and, maybe, she'll say yes."

 

"It's not that simple, Flash. You do give good advice, and I dream of it being that way, I really do, but it isn't."

 

"Let me tell you something, dude."

 

"What would that be?"

 

"I might be exaggerating how easy it is, but you're making it sound stupidly hard."

 

>At this, the bell rings, cutting off your conversation and signaling you all to get to class.

>Jogging across the school, you get the distinct feeling that someone is following you.

>Quite the oddity, considering you have class with thirty other students, most of which take the same route you do.

>However, your gut has never mislead you, and you hang back just to see what may happen.

>As the halls began to clear out, you tread a bit more cautiously and steadily to your class.

>Just as expected, you hear footsteps and the rustling of leaves nearby.

 

>You begin to turn around to see who it is, and right on cue, the captain of the everything team tackles you into the nearest bush.

 

"Dash! What the fuck!"

 

"Quiet, Anon, you don't want to get caught, do you? Don't worry about being late, either, I've got it covered."

 

>She waves two tardy slips, already signed by an administrator, in front of your eyes.

>This girl's fucking awesome.

 

"Mind getting off of me before we talk, then?"

>You nudge her gently as she starts blushing.

>Hastily, she rolls off of your body, onto the waiting ground.

>The late bell rings.

 

"I...overheard you talking with your dude friends this morning. You like Pinkie Pie?"

 

"Er..."

>Well then. Straight to the point.

>Caught you off guard, that one; may as well be truthful about it.

"Yeah, I do. It's quite a bit more than just "liking" her at this point. I can't bring myself to tell her anything, though."

 

"Well...you know, Homecoming is gonna happen soon. Maybe you could ask her out to that?"

 

"Dash, listen, I appreciate that you and my other friends care, I really do, but if I can't bring myself to face a fear...you guys can't force me to do it."

>You make to get up, but she rolls back onto you and pins you down.

>For a girl, she's pretty damn strong. Being captain of everything pays off, you suppose.

 

"No, you listen, Anon. I've been hearing you talk about Pinkie like this for months now. You've gotta actually do something about it, or you'll never get the chance."

>She eases up a little, seeming as though she's about to continue, but she goes silent.

 

>Bitch has been eavesdropping for months?

"Why, though? Why should I even bother? What if she doesn't share my feelings, and it tur-"

 

>She claps a hand over your mouth.

"You're overthinking this, Anon. Like Sentry said, just do it. Get it outta the way. If she says yes, awesome, if she doesn't, just move on."

 

>Removing the hand, you look up at her in thought.

 

"Well, Anon, there's a first time for everything, right?"

>She takes some of her weight off of you, allowing you some breathing room at long last.

>You sigh in desperation at the fact that she has a point.

 

"And what if I don't have the courage? Ever thought about that, Dash?"

 

>Surprisingly enough, Dash lets out a quiet chuckle.

"You? No guts? You're a riot, dude!"

 

>Well...at least she thinks you're the brave type. Good thing, right?

"I...what?"

 

"Come on, don't play stupid, Anon. I've seen the stuff you've done. Sticking up for Twilight in front of Sunset Shimmer? Walking out on that one teacher who was being an asshole? You're a cool guy, you've got guts, and you're the type Pinkie would like. Trust me on that, alright?"

 

"I wouldn't call it bravery, or guts, or courage, I would call it common sense. I get what you're saying, but this is...this is different."

 

"How? I want an explanation."

 

>You sift through just about every thought in your head for a passable excuse, but find none.

"I don't know. It just is."

 

>This time, she's the one looking down at you in frustration.

"How. I need a reason. You can't just tell me you're scared of doing this without a reason for being scared. I swear, it's like all guys have a phobia of asking girls out..."

 

>A moment of silence passes.

"Well, I suppose I've got no reason. I just can't bring myself to do it."

 

"God. Sentry was right. You really are too much of a faggot."

 

>Still hurts, man.

"Gee, thanks, Dash."

>You manage to push the girl off of you, finally being able to stand.

>With that, you snatch a tardy pass from her hand, sign it, and head off to class.

 

>The hours until lunch pass by rather uneventfully.

>Mainly due to you keeping to yourself, not wanting to attract attention.

>Pero ya es hora.

You're going to have to deal with the guys eventually.

>Again, you make your way to the cafeteria, not exactly eager to answer the question your friends are obviously going to ask.

>Not like you can sit anywhere else, you suppose.

>Your only other choice is with the girls.

>Ponka sits there, though.

>You head over to your seat, letting your imagination run wild with possible situations, and how it might play out if you do ask Ponka out.

>Better get ready to shoot down any question the guys might have.

 

"So did you ask her, Anon?"

 

"No, dude, I had to head over to Celestia's office. Something about me organizing the next dance."

 

"You lie."

 

"I truth. If I didn't have the balls to ask her out earlier, why would I suddenly grow a pair and do it?"

 

"Guess that's true."

>Flash shakes his head in disappointment.

 

"I still think you should. Actually, I think she likes you back. Look where she's sitting."

 

>At that, you glace over to where Ponka is sitting.

>She's looking over at you and waving.

>You smile and wave back, gaining a little bit of confidence.

>Maybe Dash and Sentry are right, maybe she really does fancy you.

 

"Know what? Maybe I'll do it now."

>The guys start cheering and patting you on the back, giving you encouragement and another surge of confidence.

>Or you would have, if knowing that you actually stood a chance didn't excite you that much.

>You will yourself to calm down, though, and within a few minutes, you're getting ready to head over to her table.

>Don't want to sound like a stuttering shit, after all.

 

>Taking a deep breath, you stand up, grab your things, and begin walking across the cafeteria.

>You look back and see the guys nodding, smiling, and giving you thumbs-ups.

>Maybe they're not so bad aft-

 

"Hey! Watch where you're going, faggot!"

 

>You look forward to see a distinctive red-and-gold bush of hair.

>Would you look at that, it's Queen Cunt.

>Not exactly what you were hoping for, but you absolutely love pissing this girl off anyway.

 

"Perhaps you should do the same, Miss Shimmer," you say curtly.

"Had you been looking forward, you could have evaded me."

>You give her a friendly smile, hoping that could be the end of it; you have something else in mind.

>Not going to get off that easy, though, Anon.

 

"Ugh. Excuse me?"

 

>Before answering, you steal a glance at the rest of the cafeteria.

>It's rather quiet, and many eyes are upon you and Sunset.

>Cool.

"I believe you heard and understood me quite well. Am I wrong in saying that you could have paid attention yourself?"

>You probably shouldn't push it, but this is pretty fun.

>She looks angry.

 

"Hmph. Nobody who knows how things work around here talks to me that way. Newsflash, dork; I own this place. You don't want to get on my bad side."

 

>You decide to test her patience, though.

"Quite the contrary, Miss. I've been here long enough to know how this school functions, but I refuse to follow these norms. You don't have ownership over anything but yourself here; the school belongs to the district. If being rational and honest means being on your bad side, consider us enemies, but nonetheless, I bid you good day, Miss Shimmer."

>You give her another smile and a nod, this time more of an arrogant smirk than a sign of friendship.

>With that, though, you're on your way again, leaving Sunset fuming and blushing profusely.

>Likely plotting some way to try to ruin you as well.

>Whatever, though. You don't really care what reputation you've got here.

 

>You finish your long, arduous journey to the other side of the lunch room, and promptly drop your bags and your ass down on the seat, across from Ponka.

>The girls are looking at you in admiration.

>Dash giving you the "I fucking told you so" look.

 

>Thankfully none of the other girls notice.

"Uh...hullo, girls."

>Suddenly, your confidence drops severely.

>You sit there awkwardly for a few seconds.

 

>Pinkie breaks the ice.

"Wow, Anon! That was super-duper awesome! You're like the only one around here that shows that mean old Sunset Shimmer who's boss!"

 

"Er..thanks, Pinkie, I didn't really come here to tal-"

 

"Yeah, I know, silly! You came to talk to me!"

 

 

>Knock knock.

"Who's there?"

>Interrupting cow.

"Interrupti-"

>Moo.

 

 

"Uh...yeah, I did. Can we go out in the hallway for a minute?"

 

"Um, I don't really think we should go there, Anon."

 

"I'll ask why later; where do you propose we go?"

 

"Follow me!"

>She springs up from her seat as she says this, bouncing her way across the cafeteria and into the hallway.

 

>Shit, Anon. Make haste.

>You hurry behind, catching up in a few seconds and slowing down to a light jog.

"Pinkie, where are we going?"

 

"You'll see, Anon!"

>She looks at you and smiles.

>Damn that's cute.

>But you don't like that tone in her voice.

 

>Needless to say, you end up in the girl's bathroom with the door locked behind you and a rag stuck under the door to keep the sound in better.

>You like and dislike this situation.

 

"Pinkie, I-"

 

"I know you wanted to ask me out already, Anon! I just brought you in here so I could give you something!"

>At that, she bends over, ass facing you, and slips out of her panties, making a show of it.

>You watch in anticipation, your nerves heightening, your stomach turning, but above all...

>Your boner mounting.

>You can only stand there and watch as she takes her panties and gags you with them.

>Beginning to worry, you make a few noises, but you're cut off once again by Pinkie.

 

"Shhh, don't worry, that's so you don't make any noise."

 

>Should you like the sound of that?

>Your mind isn't sure, but your body is definitely enjoying it.

>Leaning against the bathroom wall and letting nature run its course, you savor the cotton garment in your mouth.

>She really does taste like cotton candy.

 

>Pinkie slowly and sensually lowers herself onto her knees, caressing the fabric covering your legs and taking your jeans with her to the floor.

>And then promptly yanks your boxers down, exposing your stiff member.

 

"Wow, Anon! I didn't know you were this big!"

 

>This time, it's you blushing.

>You mumble a distorted "thanks" through the panties.

 

>She stares at your rapidly growing cock, seemingly in thought.

>Nodding to herself, she suddenly takes most of it into her mouth, almost reaching the base.

>You gasp at the spontaneous stimulation.

>But it seems she's not eager to finish you off quickly, as her head pops right back off.

>Probably seeing how much she can take in.

>Slowly, she starts licking your shaft from base to tip, forcing you to suppress a shudder.

>You don't recall ever being this sensitive.

 

>Reaching the tip, she traces circles on your head with her tongue, using her warm hands to massage your balls.

>There's no way she's new to this.

>She places her mouth on your head, now moving her hands to your shaft, and teases the tip of your dick, making you moan slightly into your gag.

>Again, she stops abruptly with a slight popping sound.

>Her hands keep massaging you.

 

"You're liking this, right, Anon?"

 

>You nod violently, moaning once more into the gag.

>And down she goes again, continuing to lick the tip of your cock, now gripping the shaft tightly.

>She starts to pump slowly, the saliva providing some lubricant.

>Not even three minutes in, and your head is already in the clouds.

>She's incredible.

>Knowing you're on a time constraint, however, she begins to pick up the pace, taking more and more of your member into her mouth, caressing your flesh with her soft tongue, her hands adventuring all over your body.

>Instantly, your moaning picks up pace and intensity.

>She closes her eyes and starts bobbing up and down on your shaft, keeping up the swishing motions with her tongue.

>You can feel drops of precum flow freely from your dick.

>You're hard as diamonds.

>Her hands continue their journey around your body, eventually finding their way to your ass.

>She uses one hand to pry apart your cheeks while the other traces circles around your quivering anus.

>Gradually, she's picking up speed on your cock, and you're already feeling close, even though you've only been at it for a short few minutes.

>She takes the hand teasing your anus and brings it to her pussy, which is dripping onto the floor, and uses her juices to lubricate it.

>She slips the lubed finger into your hole, making you gasp in surprise.

 

"Ennf, wrghfgh drngh mrrf!"

 

>She pays no mind to your mumbling, beginning to push her finger in and out of your anus slowly.

>You're actually enjoying this, Anon, you faggot.

 

>Suddenly, she doubles her speed, both on her bobbing, teasing, and thrusting, bringing you close.

>She lets out a muffled noise of...happiness?

>You're grunting through the panties stuffed in your mouth rather loudly.

>You feel your cock twitch, signaling your imminent release.

>With a final thrust of her finger, drop of her head, and lick of your cock, she brings you to orgasm.

>You grab her head and force your dick all the way into her mouth, some of it passing into her throat.

>You scream her name through the panties as you cum for her.

>You hold her head still for as long as you cum, her tongue still rubbing against your shaft wildly.

>She chokes a little, but takes your whole load down her throat and swallows anything left over.

>With your hormones appeased, you let go of her head and take the panties out of your mouth, their flavor sticking on your tongue.

>She closes her mouth completely around your shaft and cleans you.

>Giggling and coughing a little, she pops her head off of your dick.

>She looks up at you and smiles.

 

"You're pretty salty, Anon, you should eat more pineapples!"

>She says with a loud giggle.

 

>In between breaths, you manage to get out:

"Pinkie...you're amazing.."

 

>She gets up from her knees and gives you a hug.

 

"So..uh...Pinkie. Want to come over to my house tonight?"

 

"Well, duh! We're boyfriend and girlfriend now, aren't we?"

 

>You hand her back her panties, soaked thoroughly with your saliva.

"Should we toss these out?"

>Shaking her head rapidly, she snatches her panties back from you and slips them on.

>She takes a few paper towels and dries up the puddle of her juice on the floor, cleans her finger, and removes the rag from the door.

>What a girl.

>She's absolutely everything you've ever dreamed of.

>You pull your boxers and pants back up and head to the door, unlocking it.

 

>Before you know it, you're walking back through the cafeteria with Pinkie, a skip in both of your walks.

>You sit down at the table with the girls, right next to Dash.

>Pinkie jumps right onto your lap, grinning from ear to ear.

 

"So, Anon, you guys are dating now?"

 

>You nod vigorously to Dash.

 

"About damn time."

 

>The rest of the girls look over to you and give their congratulations.

>Dash just sits there and nods knowingly.

 

"Oh, I'm so glad you two finally got together after all this. You've both been holding back for too long, I think."

 

"Mhm!"

 

>Rara and Tily knew, too?

"Have you been eavesdropping on me? Or am I just that indiscreet?"

 

"Uh...A little of both, to be honest,"

 

"We couldn't really help ourselves, Anon. We heard you and your guy friends talkin' about Pinkie, and we just kinda..."

 

"Had to."

 

>At least they're being sincere.

>You want to be angry, but it seems as though if they hadn't meddled in it, Ponka wouldn't be sitting on your lap in the first place.

>It was for the best, you suppose.

 

"Don't blame them, Anon! I told them a few months back I kinda had a thing for you!"

 

"Indeed she did! We couldn't just sit back when we heard you mention Pinkie."

 

>You didn't expect her to be shy about it.

"Alright. Fair enough, I guess."

 

"Ohmygosh, I'm just so happy we're finally together!"

>Ponka turns around and hugs you violently, making you lose your balance, and both of you fall off of the seat.

>She ends up on top of you, snuggling up to you rapidly, giggling all the while.

>Laughs and giggles all over.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mYBSayCsH0

 

>The rest of lunch passes in a joyful blur.

 

>You've got English next, and so do a large bunch of your friends.

>Upon hearing the bell, you walk to your class, hand in hand with Pinkie.

>Well...you walk, she bounces.

>Hard to keep up just walking.

Thankfully, the walk to the classroom is short.

>Upon arriving, you both are received by a small crowd of people, all cheering, patting you on the back, and congratulating you.

>Not just on being together, but on standing up to Queen Cunt and proving you're alpha.

>Quickly, the crowd disbands, leaving you to take your seats.

>Ponka tries to sit on your lap, but the professor gives her a death glare, and she scoots off to a neighboring chair.

 

>Class goes by quick and smooth; you're going through a lesson in mythology, but the P.A. system interrupts.

 

"Anonymous and Pinkamena Pie, please report to the Principal's office. Anonymous and Pinkamena Pie, to the Principal's office, please.

 

>Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.

>What could it be?

>They couldn't have found out, could they?

 

>Nodding, you excuse yourselves, take hands, and walk off.

>The two of you look quite nervous.

>The walk is quick, silent, and you glance at each other anxiously a few times before arriving.

 

>You knock on the office door twice.

>A feminine voice answers.

"Come in."

 

>As the pair of you step in, the door shuts violently behind you.

>The loud crack of the door slamming shut sends Pinkie straight into your arms with a loud "Eep!".

>The office is lit dimly by a lone candle.

>Principal Celestia sits behind a large wooden desk, papers littering it.

>Luna stands in the background, glaring daggers at the both of you.

>Celestia looks scrutinizing and disappointed.

>One folder stands prominently among the scattered files on her desk, and a flash drive sits atop it.

>The flame dances wildly under Celestia's breath, signaling that her speech is beginning.

 

"I suppose you two already know why you're here."

 

>It seems as though your brains unite, shaking your heads simultaneously.

>You're lying, of course, and Celestia probably knows, but if you're in here for something else, it has to have a lower penalty than getting blown in the school bathroom.

 

"Are you sure of that?"

>She sets apart the drive and opens the folder to reveal a picture.

>Pinkie's mouth wrapped around your cock, your head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure.

 

"I can't believe you two would do something like this at all, let alone on school grounds."

 

"Principal Celestia, I-"

 

"Fortunately for me and unfortunately for you, Sunset Shimmer took responsibility when she saw you both wander into the girl's restroom. Of course, she should not have taken pictures or recorded you; she was punished for doing so. She should have found us and explained the situation. But, I digress. I truly am upset and disappointed at you both."

 

>So, Sunset is behind this?

>Eh, who are you kidding, you knew that.

>The real question is how she took pictures of you when you locked the door behind you.

>And how you're going to get her back.

 

>Luna pipes up suddenly.

"What will be their punishment, then, sister?

 

>Celestia gives a mischievous smirk.

"I had something in mind. Come, sister."

 

>You watch as Celestia and Luna vanish through a door, leaving you (and Pinkie, still clinging to you) to stand there in silence.

>You hear rapid whispering from the neighboring room.

>Soon enough, they emerge from the room, wearing the most demonic smiles you've ever seen.

 

"Follow us, Anonymous. You too, Miss Pie."

 

>You trail behind them nervously into the room.

>In it sit two chairs, a collection of paddles, chains, whips...

>BDSM a-plenty.

>Wow, the Principals are into some seriously kinky shit.

>Celestia and Luna take a seat.

 

"As I said, I'm truly disappointed in you both."

 

>Luna sits there, nodding after what her sister says.

>You nod back shamefully.

 

"Anonymous, you could have lasted longer than that."

>Celestia grins.

 

"And Miss Pie really needs to improve her skills."

>Luna does the same.

 

>You and Pinkie reply in unison.

"Wait...what?"

 

>You're beyond confizzled.

"So...wait, we're not in trouble for doing that in the bathroom?"

 

"Of course not, Anonymous. You're in trouble for not doing it properly."

>At that, Celestia motions for you to walk over to her chair.

>You tread cautiously over, anticipating what may lie ahead.

 

"Luna, be a dear and throw me a paddle. The one that feels like sand paper, if you will."

 

>You watch Luna grab two dark red paddles from the wall, throw one to Celestia, and sit back down.

>Oh.

>Fuck...

 

"Anonymous, pants down, lay on your stomach on my lap."

 

"Do the same with me, Miss Pie."

 

>Well...you've passed the point of no return, you guess.

>All there is to hope for at this point is that Sunset got the same treatment, if not worse.

>Hopes aside, though, you both comply, dropping your garments, leaving you clad in your underwear alone.

>Ponka's gonna have it worse, she's wearing a thong.

>You make your way to your respective laps and lay down.

 

>You feel your ass tense up, waiting for the imminent smack.

>But it doesn't come.

 

>The two sisters bring the paddles down on your asses slowly.

>And start sanding your bare bottoms.

 

>You both begin to scream, but are promptly silenced by a slap to the face.

 

>Talk about cruel and unusual punishment.

>They could get sent to federal prison for this.

>You sneak a glance at Pinkie's ass and see drops of liquid dripping from her crotch and running down her leg.

>And it's not yellow.

>Kinky.

 

>Thankfully, the sanding stops before they draw blood.

>But the ride isn't over.

>Like a well-oiled machine, they flip the paddles over in perfect synchronization to reveal a smooth, polished surface, raise them, and bring them swiftly down on your reddened asses.

 

>Pinkie takes it silently, with a slight whimper.

>You can't help but cry out in pain and flail a bit.

"AAGH!"

>For doing so, you expect another slap to either your face or your sensitive bottom.

>But again, it doesn't come.

>Instead, your cry is followed by a moment of silence.

 

"Couldn't learn from the first slap, Anonymous?"

 

>You whimper, a shiver running through your body.

 

"Luna, get a pair of ball gags, whips, and eight pairs of handcuffs.

 

>She nods gently.

 

"Miss Pie, stand. Hands off your bottom."

 

>Pinkie complies, getting up off of Luna's lap.

>Luna grabs the desired equipment from a cabinet and turns to see Pinkie rubbing her sore cheeks.

>You watch in mingled horror and anxiety.

 

"It seems you can't follow instructions either, Miss Pie."

 

>She hands Celestia half of the things she gathered, then sits down, pulling Pinkie over and onto her lap once more.

>Except for one thing, which you see hanging out of Luna's pocket.

>Looks like a silver chain...maybe from a pocket watch or something.

>Not missing a beat, Celestia handcuffs each of your limbs to the legs of the chair and straps the gag around your head.

 

"Miss Pie, though you deserve for me to do the same to you, I shall give you another chance."

 

>Upon hearing this, Ponka exhales.

 

"But you still get your punishment for not following instructions."

>Luna grins maniacally as she pulls the silver chain out of her pocket.

 

>On the end of the chain hangs an ornate pocket watch.

>With it's own touches, of course.

>There's very sharp spikes lining the edges of the watch.

>You and Celestia watch, the former in horror, the latter with a smirk.

 

>Luna rests the watch on Pinkie's ass, the coldness of the metal causing her to shiver.

>Sensing this, she quickly turns the watch so that a row of spikes is in contact with Pinkie's sore flesh, presses down, and drags it over her behind.

>This causes Pinkie to scream in pain, slightly muffled because she attempted to keep her mouth shut.

 

"There was your chance."

 

>She takes the second ball gag and straps it violently onto Pinkie's head, causing her to sputter and choke.

 

"You start kicking and you get handcuffed, understand, Miss?"

 

>Pinkie nods meekly.

>She's in obvious pain, but it's also obvious she's enjoying it.

>You make a mental note that Pinkie is into submission.

>Luna rubs Pinkie's ass with her bare hand before placing the watch there again, spikes digging into Pinkie's cheeks.

>Pinkie yells, but it's muffled and distorted by the gag.

>Luna doesn't stop, though, and keeps going for another few minutes until she's satisfied with the screams.

>Finally putting the watch down, she raises the paddle again.

 

"Shall we?"

 

"We shall."

 

>The paddles come down on your rears with an intensity unparalleled, continuing your painful experience.

>You lay there, watching Pinkie's hindquarters become steadily redder, listening to her muffled squeals.

>Your brain draws your attention away from her raw bottom, however, to your friend Anon Jr., who's beginning to stir.

>...Not now, boner, we're laying over the principal's lap.

>no anon

>were doing this now

>You can feel the surge of blood rushing from every other part of your body into your genitals.

>And you feel it begin to poke Celestia's leg.

 

"Seems as though Anonymous is enjoying himself, sister."

 

"I can say the same about Miss Pie."

 

>After another brutal fifteen minutes of spanking and your rock-hard erection rubbing up against Celestia's thigh, they stop.

 

"Stand, both of you."

 

>Again, you comply, both of your asses sore enough to feel every slight motion of the air around them.

>Stings horribly, but your hormones fluctuating the way they are dulls the pain down quite a bit.

>Your brain wants to concentrate on your boner, not your sore bottom.

>As if answering your call, Celestia and Luna put their items away.

 

"Anonymous, Pinkie, backs against the wall."

 

>You oblige to their demand, your boner pitching a tent with your boxers, Pinkie leaving a trail of fluids on the ground.

 

"Anonymous, you could have lasted far longer than what you did; Pinkie, your preformance was amateur at best."

 

>Is that so, 'Lestia? Your orgasm from it seems to say otherwise.

 

"My sister and I shall give you a lesson on this. Pay close attention; you'll have a test afterwards."

 

>Celestia pulls your boxers down to the ground, and Anon Jr. springs to attention.

>Luna drags Pinkie's panties down slowly, caressing her legs gently, causing Pinkie to moan in delight.

>She still hadn't had any release since the bathroom; she must be wound up.

 

>After taking your garments down to the floor, the two administrators get on their knees.

>What a day, Anon.

>You get together with the girl of your dreams, she blows you, and now you're about to get blown by the principal.

 

>You're snapped out of your thought by Celestia speaking.

 

"You're supposed to begin by teasing the shaft first, or, on women, the thighs and area surrounding the labia."

 

>She brings her head underneath your stiffened member, giving it a long lick from base to tip, then working her way back down.

>Luna lets her tongue wander up Pinkie's inner thigh and traces wide circles around her vagina.

>You hear Pinkie shudders, and your cock twitches involuntarily.