Title:           Pinkemena thread bumper 1 inspired by /tg/'s PedoQuest
Author:          Jamkin
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/YSQNF7ns
First Edit:      Sunday 1st of September 2013 01:06:29 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 1st of September 2013 01:06:29 PM CDT

>You are Anonymous.
>The most paranoid bastard this side of fiction. [spoiler] Puzzle that out, will you?[/spoiler]
>The least scrupulous asshole this side of a sociopath.
>You've noticed something about [spoiler] Ponka Pone[/spoiler].
>She was allowed to bullshit-earthp0ne-teleport under two circumstances.
>It was funny.
>And, she was happy.
>There was a third variable, the preparedness of the victim, but that only increased the likelyhood.
>Your entire house was a series of traps.
>[spoiler] The ultimate being that is wasn't your house at all, with the penultimate being that it was really male.[/spoiler]
>It was only a matter of time.
>So you would strike first.
Panko!
>Pause.
>Then again, but drawn out, stretched. [spoiler] I'm not going to put in four or more "I"s, so just imagine that I did.[/spoiler]
Penko!
>Another pause.
Pi-
>You stop mid-shout, turning as you drop into a crouch, and shove a fistful of candy into-
>Pappo's gaping maw.
>Fucken' called it.
>With her massive penalty from trying to deepthroat an arm, you win initiative and talk.
How old are you?
>A moment, then "Fourteen!"
>Perfect, just inside your range.
Would you like to play a game?
>"What kind of game?"
>As you walk around to the back of the van.
The kind that involves candy, at least two people and-
Whoa!
>"What?"
>She, predictably, pops up betwixt you and the open van doors, stretching to see what might be seen.
>You, as the reader may be expecting, take the T-shirt you were holding, and yank it past her open teeth, effectively gagging her.
>After quickly tying the ends of the shirt behind her head (not a easy task with a gak p0ne), you jump into the van, and, holding Panka in one arm, close and lock the doors.
>You roll the die and- [spoiler] I actually did roll.[/spoiler]
>Only a value of three.
>Oh well, you were intending to mind-break her anyways.
>With her being a lazy plot device, you couldn't tie her up, you couldn't drug her, you couldn't look away from her at all, really.
>Good thing you didn't need to drive somewhere private for the >rape.
>What with you being out in the middle of the woods.
>You throw her on the ground, and crash down on top of her, holding her down with your weight.
>"Umph!"
>You reach down and unzip, the sound silenced by her muffled cries.
>You sort of awkwardly move her tail out of the way.
>Dead quiet.
>Then she bursts into motion, twitching and writhing under your mass, doing her best to get out from under you. [spoiler] I rolled this too, result was a critical failure.[/spoiler]
>A meter long clerk-p0ne against a two meter long fa/tg/uy didn't do shit.
>Her struggles made you hard as [spoiler]a fleshy-tissue that went rigid when engorged with blood[/spoiler] could be .
>You prodded her.
>Dry.
>It would get better eventually.
>You J-J-J JAM IT IN!
>Horses, and by extension, p0nes, have no hymen.
>No blood-lube for you.
>And now she was sobbing.
>She thought she was in pain?
>Fuck, that hurt.
>If you had ever tried to jack off with sand-paper, you would have likened it to such an experience.
>Maybe you should have tried oral first.
>But even as you think about pains comparable to dick-burn, her body starts to produce a wetness.
>As you start to slowly back out, you wonder what the actual name of that is.
>As you push back in, you decide that you don't care, so long as it works.
>You rock back and forth, getting a little rhythm going, the inward thrust matching up with a grunt from her, and the pull-out by a whimper.
>By and by, the time for the festivities ends.
>But being the gracious guest you are, you leave a parting gift inside her.
>You stand up, and step back.
>If you did this right... [spoiler] Yeah, rolled this too.[/spoiler]
>Her mane, flattens, straightens, deflates.
>Her tail, curling protectively around her genitals, suddenly seems less- full.
>Her coat, looks dull and lifeless, as if ash had been rubbed into it.
>Her eyes, quaver and tremble, looking at you.
>Her mouth, drops open, as if in shock "Why?"
>Fuck, she should be brain-dead.
>You were going to have to do that again.
>So you do.