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Disco ain't dead

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  1. [9/13/13 8:34:50 PM] Lumber: Lumber enters the room
  2. [9/13/13 8:34:59 PM] Lumber: Is place deader than disco
  3. [9/13/13 8:35:14 PM] Tog Sothoth: disco aint dead baby
  4. [9/13/13 8:35:18 PM] Tog Sothoth: it's in a coma
  5. [9/13/13 8:35:27 PM] Tog Sothoth: i fuck it every tuesday for 3.50
  6. [9/13/13 8:35:29 PM] Raod: we need some good disco nowadays
  7. [9/13/13 8:35:51 PM] Pickle(?): We Panic at the Disco
  8. [9/13/13 8:36:42 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Day PANIC at the disco in Equestria
  9. [9/13/13 8:36:50 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You are anonymous
  10. [9/13/13 8:37:05 PM] Tog Sothoth: >And today you have a date with Cheerilee
  11. [9/13/13 8:37:12 PM] Shit Tier: King of bacon?
  12. [9/13/13 8:37:23 PM] Shit Tier: (Mmm, milf ass)
  13. [9/13/13 8:37:30 PM] Pickle(?): Sweeeet
  14. [9/13/13 8:37:30 PM] Tog Sothoth: >What do you do in the three hours you have until you've said you'll pick her up?
  15. [9/13/13 8:37:56 PM] Shit Tier: Make bacon
  16. [9/13/13 8:38:05 PM] Pickle(?): we gotta bring her chocolates
  17. [9/13/13 8:38:05 PM] Lumber: Nyet
  18. [9/13/13 8:38:06 PM] Shit Tier: Take shower
  19. [9/13/13 8:38:10 PM] Pickle(?): Filled with out semen
  20. [9/13/13 8:38:17 PM] Shit Tier: Watch porno
  21. [9/13/13 8:38:21 PM] Shit Tier: Get flowers
  22. [9/13/13 8:38:24 PM] Shit Tier: Get laid
  23. [9/13/13 8:38:26 PM] Lumber: We bring sweets for cheerilee
  24. [9/13/13 8:38:31 PM] Shit Tier: All day, erry day
  25. [9/13/13 8:39:10 PM] Pickle(?): Jerk off into bowl
  26. [9/13/13 8:39:18 PM] Pickle(?): Freeze into ice cubbe tray
  27. [9/13/13 8:39:23 PM] Pickle(?): Coat in chocolate
  28. [9/13/13 8:39:28 PM] Pickle(?): Let cool
  29. [9/13/13 8:39:35 PM] Pickle(?): Serve when room temperature
  30. [9/13/13 8:39:43 PM] Tog Sothoth: 1 for bacon, 1 for semen filled chocolate, one for porno-flowers-laid, one for sweets in general.  Choose two
  31. [9/13/13 8:40:05 PM] Dom: Bacon.
  32. [9/13/13 8:40:11 PM] Pickle(?): Semen
  33. [9/13/13 8:40:28 PM] Shit Tier: Chocolate and porno-flower-laid
  34. [9/13/13 8:41:44 PM] Lumber: Bacon
  35. [9/13/13 8:41:45 PM] Tog Sothoth: okay, so one for Choc & PFL
  36. [9/13/13 8:41:52 PM] Tog Sothoth: pick TWO
  37. [9/13/13 8:42:26 PM] Dom: Bacon and Chocolate
  38. [9/13/13 8:42:36 PM] Lumber: Siding with Dom
  39. [9/13/13 8:42:52 PM] Pickle(?): Semen chocolate
  40. [9/13/13 8:42:56 PM] Tog Sothoth: Okay, so Chocolate for sure,
  41. [9/13/13 8:43:06 PM] Tog Sothoth: Bacon looks like it'll be the number two
  42. [9/13/13 8:43:24 PM] Shit Tier: Sad.
  43. [9/13/13 8:44:55 PM] Tog Sothoth: guess it's semen chocolate and bacon dreams for anonymoose
  44. [9/13/13 8:45:33 PM] Shit Tier: Yep
  45. [9/13/13 8:45:40 PM] Pickle(?): YEAH
  46. [9/13/13 8:45:46 PM] Pickle(?): That is my fetish
  47. [9/13/13 8:45:56 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You have yourself a quick fap, making sure to collect all of your cum in a fair sized bowl for use at a later time.
  48. [9/13/13 8:46:26 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Then, you proceed to raid your fridge, thankfully, it's made of and filled with delicious pig strips.
  49. [9/13/13 8:46:36 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Or bacon, however you wanna call it
  50. [9/13/13 8:47:31 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You quickly take several pounds of the stuff, lining them up on a tray, weaving them together, and sliding the delicious perfectly executed bacon weak into your old-time-y wood oven to cook to perfection
  51. [9/13/13 8:48:04 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You have yourself another three rounds of fapping and cumming into the bowl before your bacon senses tell you the strips are ready.
  52. [9/13/13 8:48:23 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The bowl is now about half full
  53. [9/13/13 8:49:09 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You proceed to tear into the scalding hot bacon weave, ignoring the pain in your hands, opting instead to focus in the god-tier flavor and texture of the perfectly cooked pig meat.
  54. [9/13/13 8:49:41 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You finish off the weave, and decide that you have not had nearly enough bacon yet
  55. [9/13/13 8:51:04 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Before making another weave however, you have another quick fap, splooging into the bowl and bringing it up to about five eighths full.  That will suffice for your purposes
  56. [9/13/13 8:51:35 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You shove the bowl of spoodge into your freezer, before making and devouring another bacon weave.
  57. [9/13/13 8:52:10 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You look around in your kitchen and realize with mild horror, that you have no actual chocolate.
  58. [9/13/13 8:52:59 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You toss on a pair of pants, as well as a pair of slippers, and grab your bits before heading out to pay a visit to that annoying kid with the lisp at the local school.
  59. [9/13/13 8:54:17 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You arrive, and sure enough, the little ginger is sitting around behind the school, sucking suggestively on an impressively thick candy cane.
  60. [9/13/13 8:54:29 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The sight manages to get a rise in you.
  61. [9/13/13 8:54:35 PM] Pickle(?): fuck that kid
  62. [9/13/13 8:54:59 PM] Tog Sothoth: [do we?]
  63. [9/13/13 8:55:03 PM] Shit Tier: Fuck her mouth
  64. [9/13/13 8:55:18 PM] Shit Tier: Save the cooch pounding for Milf teacher
  65. [9/13/13 8:55:35 PM] Pickle(?): nonono
  66. [9/13/13 8:55:38 PM] Pickle(?): Not literally
  67. [9/13/13 8:55:44 PM] Pickle(?): Just screw that kid
  68. [9/13/13 8:56:07 PM] Shit Tier: No no no, literally fuck her mouth
  69. [9/13/13 8:56:18 PM] Pickle(?): nonono
  70. [9/13/13 8:56:24 PM] Pickle(?): That kid is an asshole
  71. [9/13/13 8:56:51 PM] Shit Tier: No no no, she is a nerd. Nerds are hard core for fucks
  72. [9/13/13 8:57:06 PM] Pickle(?): Nonono
  73. [9/13/13 8:57:14 PM] Pickle(?): We will take to long to finish in her
  74. [9/13/13 8:57:20 PM] Pickle(?): We've already gone like 5 times
  75. [9/13/13 8:57:30 PM] Shit Tier: Yesyesyes
  76. [9/13/13 8:57:36 PM] Pickle(?): We wont make our chocolate cum filled goodies in time for our date
  77. [9/13/13 8:59:04 PM] Tog Sothoth: >it takes you so long to decide on what exactly you're going to do, that before you can make any kind of action, you feel a hot pair of lips just barely not touching your swollen cockhead
  78. [9/13/13 8:59:25 PM] Pickle(?): what the fuck
  79. [9/13/13 8:59:28 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"I Liketh to be on topth"
  80. [9/13/13 8:59:34 PM] Pickle(?): I dont wanna fuck this bitch
  81. [9/13/13 8:59:39 PM] Pickle(?): She's annoying
  82. [9/13/13 8:59:50 PM] Pickle(?): Slap her with your dick and get your damn chocolate
  83. [9/13/13 8:59:52 PM] Dom: I do.
  84. [9/13/13 8:59:57 PM] Dom: Let's fuck her.
  85. [9/13/13 9:00:11 PM] Lumber: Siding with pickle
  86. [9/13/13 9:00:12 PM] Pickle(?): Alright
  87. [9/13/13 9:00:20 PM] Pickle(?): How about
  88. [9/13/13 9:00:27 PM] Pickle(?): We just slap her with our dick
  89. [9/13/13 9:00:32 PM] Pickle(?): And get our chocolate
  90. [9/13/13 9:01:45 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The voices in your head conflict, one wants to gag her with your personale slab of meat, the other wants to slap her into oblivion with it, and another still wants to fuck her brains out.  Before any kind of consensus can be made, you feel the warm wet velvet of her throat as she takes your rod in deep with professional comfort and ease
  91. [9/13/13 9:01:57 PM] Tog Sothoth: >At least she isn't talking nymore
  92. [9/13/13 9:02:06 PM] Pickle(?): DAMMIT OUR INDICISIVENESS IS FUCKING US OVER
  93. [9/13/13 9:02:15 PM] Dom: YES
  94. [9/13/13 9:02:19 PM] Dom: KEEP FUCKING HER
  95. [9/13/13 9:02:23 PM] Lumber: SLAP HER WITH THE D
  96. [9/13/13 9:02:27 PM] Pickle(?): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo
  97. [9/13/13 9:02:36 PM] Pickle(?): 2 against 1
  98. [9/13/13 9:02:41 PM] Pickle(?): Tog lets go
  99. [9/13/13 9:02:45 PM] Pickle(?): Help me out here
  100. [9/13/13 9:02:46 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She pulls back, before fixing you in her framed gaze.
  101. [9/13/13 9:02:54 PM] Lumber: THE DARK GOD SLANNESH DEMANDS TO BE PLEASED WITH HER BLOOD ON OUR DICK!
  102. [9/13/13 9:03:12 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Your reach a conclusion, finally, and proceed to slap the glasses off of her face with your swollen meat.
  103. [9/13/13 9:03:22 PM] Dom: NOW FUCK HER
  104. [9/13/13 9:03:28 PM] Pickle(?): NO
  105. [9/13/13 9:03:37 PM] Pickle(?): FUCK YOU FUCK THIS FUCK OFF
  106. [9/13/13 9:03:58 PM] Pickle(?): ill be back in like 15 minutes
  107. [9/13/13 9:04:12 PM] Pickle(?): Gonna go brushy brushy and lay down and maybe cry a little
  108. [9/13/13 9:04:13 PM] Lumber: GET THE CHOCOLATE
  109. [9/13/13 9:04:45 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Her frail little body would be so tight, and easy to take, and you have no doubt that she would love it rough.  But the voices have spoken.  You grab the candy, and punch her, before making off, pants forgotten, and rock hard erection serving as guide arrow to your direction.
  110. [9/13/13 9:05:07 PM] Pickle(?): Tanks
  111. [9/13/13 9:05:19 PM] Pickle(?): I dont wanna fuck that ugly ginger filly tonight
  112. [9/13/13 9:05:29 PM] Pickle(?): I'd rather get that hot milf ass
  113. [9/13/13 9:05:32 PM] Pickle(?): mmmm
  114. [9/13/13 9:05:40 PM] Pickle(?): and make her eat our cum candy
  115. [9/13/13 9:06:12 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Mare and stallion stop and stare, some with lust in their eyes as you walk, penis at full mast, through town towards your home.
  116. [9/13/13 9:06:41 PM] Lumber: Shit
  117. [9/13/13 9:06:46 PM] Lumber: GOTTA GO FAST
  118. [9/13/13 9:07:01 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You kick in your door when you realize you left your keys in your pants, and proceed to fill a pot with water, and set it to boil.
  119. [9/13/13 9:07:59 PM] Tog Sothoth: >As that's happening, you check up on your special ingredient, and are pleased to find that it has mostly frozen up, and will serve perfectly as the gooey center to your chocolate gifts.
  120. [9/13/13 9:08:46 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You pull the bowl out and begin forming small patties of the spoodge, readying them to be coated and frozen again
  121. [9/13/13 9:10:00 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The water comes to a boil, and you place a shorter pot atop the one filled with boiling water, and place all of the chocolate in the water heated pot, watching with some giddiness as the chocolate goes from firm to runny, to liquid.
  122. [9/13/13 9:10:26 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You kill the heat, and proceed to chocolate cover your cum patties evenly and with the skill of a pro.
  123. [9/13/13 9:10:47 PM] Tog Sothoth: >It doesn't take long, but it needs to re-freeze now.
  124. [9/13/13 9:11:08 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You place the patties on a sheet, then slide that sheet into the freezer again.
  125. [9/13/13 9:11:43 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You are done with your preparations, and surprise surprise, you have some time left over.  About twenty minutes at that.
  126. [9/13/13 9:11:53 PM] Tog Sothoth: >What will you do with it?  Eat some more bacon?
  127. [9/13/13 9:12:57 PM] Lumber: We should brush our teeth, clean our dick and get ourselves looking nice and clean for the hot teacher
  128. [9/13/13 9:13:57 PM] Pickle(?): I suggest the classic black suit with red tie
  129. [9/13/13 9:14:08 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You spend the majority of the time brushing your teeth, and "cleaning" your dick with your favorite toy.
  130. [9/13/13 9:14:27 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Namely that flashlight you made once on a gin binge
  131. [9/13/13 9:14:46 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Two sponges, a condom, and a wide tube.
  132. [9/13/13 9:15:24 PM] Tog Sothoth: >All of which were, curiously enough, on sale at that place Filthy Rich owns...
  133. [9/13/13 9:15:53 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You also toss on your nice suit, and even put on your red tie.
  134. [9/13/13 9:15:59 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You look sexy.
  135. [9/13/13 9:16:04 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You'd fuck you.
  136. [9/13/13 9:16:13 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Hard.
  137. [9/13/13 9:16:36 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Hopefully Milfy Mc-milfington Cheerilee agrees and lets you spoodge her womb.
  138. [9/13/13 9:16:36 PM] Pickle(?): But not now
  139. [9/13/13 9:16:36 PM] Pickle(?): Yeah
  140. [9/13/13 9:17:18 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You check on your chocolate surprises, and are pleased to see them set perfectly.
  141. [9/13/13 9:17:40 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Now all you have to do is package them, and go pick up the mare in question.
  142. [9/13/13 9:18:29 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You put them in a cute little orange and yellow bag you picked up for free with the purchase of the flashlight things, and stuff in some tissue paper as well.
  143. [9/13/13 9:18:35 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Looks good.
  144. [9/13/13 9:19:16 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You stick your head our of the door, see the sun setting, and remember to say a prayer to luna for a clear night sky with lots of shinies in the sky.
  145. [9/13/13 9:19:27 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Bitches love sky-shinies.
  146. [9/13/13 9:20:39 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You make your way through town, mumbling obscenities and getting the inner dumbs nice and sated before stopping at a small non-descpript home with flower boxes on the windows, and the name "Cheerilee" emblazoned on the mailbox.
  147. [9/13/13 9:20:49 PM] Tog Sothoth: >How we gonna do this brain?
  148. [9/13/13 9:22:00 PM] Lumber: Knock on the door and present her the chocolates
  149. [9/13/13 9:22:11 PM] Shit Tier: Dammit
  150. [9/13/13 9:22:24 PM] Shit Tier: We didn't fuck twist's face
  151. [9/13/13 9:24:18 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You're going for a classic.
  152. [9/13/13 9:24:41 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You reach out with one arm, and with a powerful motion, knock three times upon the door.
  153. [9/13/13 9:25:09 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"Just a minute please,  I'll be right out."
  154. [9/13/13 9:25:33 PM] Tog Sothoth: >That muffled voice,  Looks like you did get the right place.  Good job brain.
  155. [9/13/13 9:26:15 PM] Shit Tier: Plot twist, ginger filly sucks your dick while Cheerilee watches and clops
  156. [9/13/13 9:26:19 PM] Lumber: Ordinarily I'd say its time for a victory dance, but nows not the time
  157. [9/13/13 9:26:30 PM] Lumber: SHUT IT HAPPY
  158. [9/13/13 9:26:35 PM] Shit Tier: They both eat the chocolates
  159. [9/13/13 9:26:47 PM] Lumber: QUIT TRYING TO SHOEHORN YOUR FETISH INTO EVERYTHING!
  160. [9/13/13 9:27:13 PM] Shit Tier: Knock twist out, stuffing her vagoo with the remaining chocolates
  161. [9/13/13 9:27:15 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The wait is short, and When she steps out from her home, taking care to not let you look past and into her place, she looks beautiful.
  162. [9/13/13 9:27:37 PM] Shit Tier: Have sex on top of twist with Cheerilee
  163. [9/13/13 9:27:59 PM] Dom: YES
  164. [9/13/13 9:28:03 PM] Lumber: NYET
  165. [9/13/13 9:28:08 PM] Pickle(?): Present her with the chocolates
  166. [9/13/13 9:28:18 PM] Lumber: Pickles idea
  167. [9/13/13 9:28:20 PM] Pickle(?): Nein
  168. [9/13/13 9:28:29 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You say as much to her, which she thanks you for the compliment, before shutting the door and asking what the plan is for the evening.
  169. [9/13/13 9:28:35 PM] Pickle(?): Present the chocolates
  170. [9/13/13 9:28:45 PM] Shit Tier: Dom, we must fuck them over
  171. [9/13/13 9:28:56 PM] Shit Tier: Stuff the chocolates in her face
  172. [9/13/13 9:29:18 PM] Lumber: It's evened out dumbass
  173. [9/13/13 9:30:07 PM] Shit Tier: Exactly, meaning it will be a 50% chance of going either way
  174. [9/13/13 9:30:13 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You hand her the chocolates, and are pleased when she reaches into the bag, pulls out one of the wafers, and eats it, smiling pleasantly and commending you on the flavor.
  175. [9/13/13 9:30:45 PM] Shit Tier: Tell her the secret ingredient
  176. [9/13/13 9:31:00 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She asks what you put in them, commenting that she'd like to make them herself for the kids in her class.
  177. [9/13/13 9:31:11 PM] Lumber: Don't tell her
  178. [9/13/13 9:31:20 PM] Lumber: It must be eaten by everyone
  179. [9/13/13 9:31:33 PM] Dom: Let everyone eat them, then tell.
  180. [9/13/13 9:31:44 PM] Pickle(?): Don't tell her just yet
  181. [9/13/13 9:31:56 PM] Shit Tier: Dom's idea
  182. [9/13/13 9:31:57 PM] Pickle(?): Say maybe you'll tell her later tonight
  183. [9/13/13 9:32:11 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You apologize, saying that it's a secret family recipe, but offer in consolation to make them yourself for her and her class whenever she likes.
  184. [9/13/13 9:32:43 PM] Shit Tier: ... Oh dear god no
  185. [9/13/13 9:32:50 PM] Shit Tier: Not the chillun!
  186. [9/13/13 9:33:04 PM] Lumber: ESPECIALLY THE CHILLUNS
  187. [9/13/13 9:33:26 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She smiles at the sentiment, and counters with, "I'm gonna keep trying to get the secret out of you Anon, I'm sure by the end of the night, I'll have the recipe in my hoof, maybe in my mouth.  If I can I'd like to make them sooner than later after all."
  188. [9/13/13 9:33:29 PM] Shit Tier: NEIN!
  189. [9/13/13 9:33:34 PM] Dom: YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT, THE CHILLUNS
  190. [9/13/13 9:33:41 PM] Shit Tier: You did't fuck Twists mouth
  191. [9/13/13 9:33:47 PM] Shit Tier: No chilluns!
  192. [9/13/13 9:34:25 PM] Lumber: OH SHE'S GUNNA GET THE SECRET RECIPE IN HER MOUTH ALL RIGHT
  193. [9/13/13 9:34:35 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You simply reply:
  194. "Maybe.  I'll even help you make them if you do manage to wring the special ingredient out of me."
  195. [9/13/13 9:35:17 PM] Shit Tier: Grab her bottom and wink
  196. [9/13/13 9:35:26 PM] Shit Tier: Like a douche
  197. [9/13/13 9:35:33 PM] Dom: CLUTCH THE ASS
  198. [9/13/13 9:35:38 PM] Lumber: Fuck
  199. [9/13/13 9:36:27 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You begin walking towards town square, and Cheerilee chuckles as she trots forward to catch up with you.
  200. [9/13/13 9:36:37 PM] Dom: GRAB HER ASS
  201. [9/13/13 9:36:47 PM] Shit Tier: http://derpicdn.net/img/view/2013/8/30/414353__shipping_comic_questionable_straight_vulgar_cheerilee_condom_artist-colon-mewball_implied+sex_cheerimac_phone.png pic related
  202. [9/13/13 9:37:00 PM] Lumber: ARGH
  203. [9/13/13 9:37:01 PM] Shit Tier: Grabby grabby
  204. [9/13/13 9:37:12 PM] Pickle(?): I'm a quitter
  205. Good night
  206. [9/13/13 9:37:14 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You stop just before she does however, and in an action that looks accidental, you swing your arm, and grab a handful of dat ass
  207. [9/13/13 9:37:24 PM] Dom: YES
  208. [9/13/13 9:37:54 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She doesn't react, but your dick certainly does.
  209. [9/13/13 9:37:57 PM] Shit Tier: Win
  210. [9/13/13 9:38:51 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The soft warm, pliant meat is all that you can think about, the soft fur on your skin, the subtle warmth of her flesh, and the exquisite way you hand sinks oh so slightly int her flank.
  211. [9/13/13 9:39:27 PM] Shit Tier: Grope
  212. [9/13/13 9:39:34 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She looks back at you, as you keep your hand on her backside, and raises an eyebrow, and one corner of her mouth.
  213. [9/13/13 9:39:55 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"Maybe if you're good Anon, maybe."
  214. [9/13/13 9:40:21 PM] Shit Tier: All right, we must now "be good"
  215. [9/13/13 9:40:44 PM] Shit Tier: Offer to take her hoof like a classy mother fucker
  216. [9/13/13 9:40:57 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She continues walking forward after this, leaving you in a dazed state standing in the street, with an aching cock, and thoughts of what "being good" means.
  217. [9/13/13 9:41:32 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You rush forward after her, and the two of you walk the rest of the way to the town square together.
  218. [9/13/13 9:43:10 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You offer to take her hoof in hand, which she agrees to, and the two of you spend time simply watching as the stars light up, and the warm lights of the roadside lanterns magically light.
  219. [9/13/13 9:43:16 PM] Shit Tier: Take her out to dinner. Wine and dine
  220. [9/13/13 9:45:14 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You ask her what she feels like eating after a few more minutes of this, and she responds with a hum, and a noncommittal response.
  221. [9/13/13 9:45:33 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She's being a classy lady, so you decide on a classy looking place.
  222. [9/13/13 9:46:15 PM] Shit Tier: Be good Anon. Don't fuck this up. Remember that ass
  223. [9/13/13 9:47:36 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The waiter takes his sweet ass time to seat you, but after that, it's all smooth sailing.  The salad is delicious, [according to her], and the fish is light and tasty.  You order a bottle of some good wine, and after a few minutes, it's brought out in a small bucket filled with ice.
  224. [9/13/13 9:48:16 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"If I didn't know any better Anonymous, I'd think you were trying to get me tipsy."
  225. [9/13/13 9:48:45 PM] Shit Tier: Nooo, just being good. Perish the thougt.
  226. [9/13/13 9:49:18 PM] Tog Sothoth: "Perish the thought, just complimenting a lovely meal with a lovely mare with some quality wine."
  227. [9/13/13 9:49:37 PM] Shit Tier: Good job
  228. [9/13/13 9:49:47 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She smiles at the compliment before raising her glass to you.
  229. [9/13/13 9:50:07 PM] Shit Tier: Toast to a wonderful night
  230. [9/13/13 9:50:12 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You mirror the action, and after a soft *clink*, the two of you down your drinks.
  231. [9/13/13 9:50:33 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Soon, the bottle has run dry, and the two of you have moved on.
  232. [9/13/13 9:51:09 PM] Shit Tier: "Coincidentally" walk by a flower stand
  233. [9/13/13 9:51:33 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Cheerilee leans slightly against you, nuzzling her cheek into the side of your leg, and stopping every few minutes to teach you about the constellations in the sky.
  234. [9/13/13 9:52:19 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Being the less tipsy of the two if you, you manage to steer the pair of you by a flower stand, where you purchase a bouquet of flowers for your lovely mare.
  235. [9/13/13 9:52:33 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She smiles and pecks you on the cheek for the gift.
  236. [9/13/13 9:52:47 PM] Shit Tier: This is going well. Keep it this way lest you risk losing that ass.
  237. [9/13/13 9:53:46 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"So Anonymous,  what's your secret?  And why me?  I've seen the way mares look at you, heck, even a few of my students look at you in the same way.  Why pick me?"
  238. [9/13/13 9:53:59 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Shit
  239. [9/13/13 9:54:06 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Quick brain, what do?
  240. [9/13/13 9:54:50 PM] Shit Tier: Secret comes later, her because she is kind, good with kids, beautiful
  241. [9/13/13 9:55:15 PM] Shit Tier: Surprising why more stallions aren't interested
  242. [9/13/13 9:57:05 PM] Tog Sothoth: "To be honest, I'm surprised more stallions aren't interested in you actually.  You're beautiful, kind, and you're amazing with your kids."
  243. [9/13/13 9:57:33 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She blushes at the compliments, before speaking up in a slightly slurred voice:
  244. [9/13/13 9:59:06 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"You're too sweet Anon, all the stallions are scared to ask me out, they think that I'm with Big Macintosh.  And he's a nice enough stallion, a friend to be sure.  But he's not looking for a mare in his life, and if I'm perfectly honest, I think I'm happier simply being friends with him."
  245. [9/13/13 9:59:36 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She leans in close, nearly knocking you over and onto your back.
  246. [9/13/13 9:59:51 PM] Shit Tier: Now where is this going?
  247. [9/13/13 10:01:04 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"I can't say the same about you though, you make me feel young again."
  248. [9/13/13 10:01:39 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She makes eye contact, and there is a surprising fire to be found  in them.
  249. [9/13/13 10:01:56 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"Young and naughty."
  250. [9/13/13 10:02:25 PM] Shit Tier: She shouldn't need to feel young, she is. If she doesn't feel that way, something must be missing. Hint hint
  251. [9/13/13 10:03:07 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She hops into your arms, asking if you'll take her home.  She's feeling warm and thinks she needs to lie down.
  252. [9/13/13 10:03:35 PM] Shit Tier: Of course.
  253. [9/13/13 10:04:30 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You smile, and begin walking back.
  254. [9/13/13 10:05:04 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She weighs very little in your arms, and you can tell that she wasn't lying.  In your arms, she feels exceedingly warm.
  255. [9/13/13 10:05:40 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You see a blush across her face, and every time you look down at her, you see her smile grow wider and more mischievous.
  256. [9/13/13 10:05:45 PM] Shit Tier: Rub her ears, keep the fire burning
  257. [9/13/13 10:06:25 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You rub her ears, and scratch behindd them, drawing contented sighs and excited squeals from her.
  258. [9/13/13 10:06:59 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You arrive at her home, and are about to put her down when she innocently asks if you'll bring her to her bed.
  259. [9/13/13 10:07:27 PM] Shit Tier: Coyly ask why, make her say it
  260. [9/13/13 10:10:07 PM] Tog Sothoth: "Now why would I do that Miss Cheerilee?"
  261. [9/13/13 10:10:51 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She smiles at you with that same fire in her eyes and answers simply, "Because you've been a very good boy, and good boys always deserve a treat."
  262. [9/13/13 10:11:28 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Her smile widens even further when she feels your rod poke into her back.
  263. [9/13/13 10:11:51 PM] Shit Tier: Well when she puts it like that, how can you refuse?
  264. [9/13/13 10:12:45 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You open the door to find a relatively subdued home, calm colors dominate the walls, low profile furniture adorn the floor, and pictures of her students past and present can be seen hung up in various places.
  265. [9/13/13 10:13:25 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You care for none of it however, pausing only to shut the door behind you before heading upstairs as per her instructions and into the door on the left.
  266. [9/13/13 10:14:00 PM] Shit Tier: Wonder what she has planned kink wise
  267. [9/13/13 10:14:25 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Inside is a wide bed with soft blue sheets, and several purple pillows.  The entire setup looking luxurious and simultaneously subdued.
  268. [9/13/13 10:14:56 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"Would you get me a glass of white please Anon?  And when you come back up, knock twice before entering."
  269. [9/13/13 10:15:05 PM] Shit Tier: Done.
  270. [9/13/13 10:17:36 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You're downstairs in the kitchen looking for a bottle of white wine before you can even think about it.
  271. [9/13/13 10:18:07 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You don't take long to find it or the glasses, and when you do, you decide to bring them all up to the room.
  272. [9/13/13 10:19:18 PM] Shit Tier: Knock twice
  273. [9/13/13 10:19:41 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You knock twice, and hear an "Enter" before opening the door to see Cheerilee spread eagle on the bed, hoof rubbing wide languid circles across her body, and several pieces of what look to be leather arranged aside the bed.
  274. [9/13/13 10:20:05 PM] Shit Tier: Kinky. Looks like someone's been a bad girl
  275. [9/13/13 10:21:34 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"Anon!  I didn't think you'd be home so early!  Th-These are just uh... Massagers!"
  276. >She motions to the arrangement of vibrators and beads within hooves' reach.
  277. [9/13/13 10:21:44 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Looks like she wants to be punished.
  278. [9/13/13 10:22:15 PM] Shit Tier: Tease the mare, play her game
  279. [9/13/13 10:23:28 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You place the bottle on a bedside stand, keeping it's location in mind for something you'd like to try, before slipping into character.
  280. [9/13/13 10:24:27 PM] Tog Sothoth: "Oh Cheerilee, Cheerilee.  What a bad girl you've been.  Having fun by yourself."
  281. >You grab a set of restraints as well as a blindfold.
  282. [9/13/13 10:25:01 PM] Tog Sothoth: "You know what happens to girls who don't wait for their masters."
  283. [9/13/13 10:25:37 PM] Tog Sothoth: >In a flash you are straddling the mare, pushing her hind legs up to parallel with her fore-legs.
  284. [9/13/13 10:25:58 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"No, please master, I'm sorry!  please forgive me!"
  285. [9/13/13 10:26:15 PM] Shit Tier: Run one of her "massagers" against her cunt.
  286. [9/13/13 10:26:38 PM] Tog Sothoth: >There are tears in her eyes as you fasten her legs above her head, exposing her swollen lips and winking bud to anybody who might walk in.
  287. [9/13/13 10:27:48 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You grab an imposing looking "massager" flipping it on, and watching the excitement and anxiety as you slowly push it closer and closer to her dripping slit.
  288. [9/13/13 10:28:18 PM] Shit Tier: Punish the slut
  289. [9/13/13 10:29:27 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You slide it up and down, teasing her lips with the fat toy, motioning as if you'll impale her on it, watching her eyes as the hungrily watch and as she tearfully pleads that you forgive her.
  290. [9/13/13 10:29:52 PM] Shit Tier: Use the blondfold
  291. [9/13/13 10:30:23 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She cries out as you slam it in all the way brutally splitting her open and placing an O-ring across her snout to keep her mouth ready for use.
  292. [9/13/13 10:31:18 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You then very purposefully hold up the blindfold, swaying it lightly from side to side as you slowly approach the bewildered mare and set about fastening it over her eyes.
  293. [9/13/13 10:31:41 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She struggles and cries, but with some difficulty you succeed in blinding her
  294. [9/13/13 10:32:03 PM] Shit Tier: Continue to punish her while running a finger over her asshole
  295. [9/13/13 10:32:32 PM] Tog Sothoth: >As punishment for her struggles you roughly flip her over, propping her ass up in the air with some pillows, and running a finger, oh so lightly across her unoccupied hole.
  296. [9/13/13 10:33:27 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"Oh, pweae!"
  297. [9/13/13 10:33:43 PM] Shit Tier: Talking back? Two fingers
  298. [9/13/13 10:35:08 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You will brook no complaints, you ready your fingers, and with no forewarning, you push them as deep in as they will go to the mares back entrance.
  299. [9/13/13 10:35:47 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She screams out in agony and ecstasy as you begin roughly pushing in to your knuckle and dragging back out with cruelly curled fingers
  300. [9/13/13 10:36:20 PM] Shit Tier: Continue this for a few minutes before upgrading to a toy
  301. [9/13/13 10:37:01 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Finally her body spasms and you witness as her spasming slit pushes out the long intruder amidst a spurt of powerfully scented juices that continue to dribble down her body and onto the bedding.
  302. [9/13/13 10:38:03 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You do not give her any rest however, shoving the still vibrating toy inside, and folioing it up with a set of increasingly wide beads that you slowly and forcefully feed into her now begging asshole
  303. [9/13/13 10:38:58 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Croaks of incensed lust and pleasure can be heard muffled through the pillow as Your toy's mind shuts down, and the animal addicted to your touch is left over.
  304. [9/13/13 10:39:14 PM] Tog Sothoth: "Who's A good Girl"
  305. [9/13/13 10:39:35 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She moans in response, unable to form words or even coherent thoughts.
  306. [9/13/13 10:40:05 PM] Shit Tier: Might as well finish that BJ Twist failed to complete
  307. [9/13/13 10:40:28 PM] Shit Tier: Going to post this in the thread Tog?
  308. [9/13/13 10:40:36 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She tried, and it's the thought that counts.  Good girls deserve rewards.
  309. [9/13/13 10:40:42 PM] Tog Sothoth: probably not happy
  310. [9/13/13 10:40:50 PM] Tog Sothoth: I tend not to post my CYOAs in thread
  311. [9/13/13 10:40:57 PM] Tog Sothoth: mostly because I hate the anons
  312. [9/13/13 10:41:38 PM] Shit Tier: Hm, Pastebin it?
  313. [9/13/13 10:44:10 PM] Tog Sothoth: possibly
  314. [9/13/13 10:44:27 PM] Tog Sothoth: if you want, feel free, just be sure to gve credit where it's due
  315. [9/13/13 10:45:00 PM] Shit Tier: Now then, time for the mare to taste the secret ingredient. See if she can guess it.
  316. [9/13/13 10:45:11 PM] Shit Tier: Got it Tog.
  317. [9/13/13 10:45:26 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She tried, and it's the thought that counts.  Good girls deserve rewards.
  318. [9/13/13 10:46:10 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You slowly unzip your pants, and let your aching cock free from it's restrictive confines.
  319. [9/13/13 10:46:31 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The sound is as a whistle to a dog, and all sound in the room quiets down.
  320. [9/13/13 10:46:56 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You grab your pet, and flip her over to see a look of eagerness and happiness in her glazed eyes.
  321. [9/13/13 10:47:01 PM] Shit Tier: Slap her face with your dong
  322. [9/13/13 10:47:23 PM] Tog Sothoth: "Time for the special ingredient my Cheerilee.  HAve your fill."
  323. [9/13/13 10:48:19 PM] Shit Tier: Considering her kink, this shouldn't bother her. Surprise maybe, not bother
  324. [9/13/13 10:48:44 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You plug her throat with you fat cock, feeling her moan out as she begins to slobber around your tool slurping messily and moaning orgasmically at the flavor.
  325. [9/13/13 10:49:48 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Her body spasms again, and you feel her juices squirt across you.  Seems she enjoys being used.
  326. [9/13/13 10:50:13 PM] Shit Tier: Ride the bitches throat
  327. [9/13/13 10:51:09 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You pull back, feeling her lips cling heavily to your hot shaft before shoving your hips forward, plugging her throat once more.  She relaxes at the feeling of fullness, tensing on every withdrawal, and humming in orgasmic pleasure upon each thrust straight back in.
  328. [9/13/13 10:52:40 PM] Shit Tier: Keep going until you blow, let her savor the flavor
  329. [9/13/13 10:53:20 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Soon the familiar and oh so satisfying feeling of tightness makes itself known, and even she seems to feel how close you are, sucking harder and drooling more freely as you begin pistoning in and out of her throat before crying out in a throaty roar as you begin unleashing spurt after spurt of thick salty jizz in her throat.
  330. [9/13/13 10:53:58 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You feel her throat contract around your shaft, hungrily swallowing the delicious treat like an addict starved for ages.
  331. [9/13/13 10:54:46 PM] Shit Tier: Pull out, leave a few drops on her tongue
  332. [9/13/13 10:54:50 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You pull out slowly stroking your shaft to squeeze out the last drops of your secret ingredient  onto her wide tongue and across her cheeks.
  333. [9/13/13 10:55:36 PM] Tog Sothoth: "Say thank you, Cheerilee. 'Thank you for feeding me.'
  334. [9/13/13 10:55:44 PM] Shit Tier: Let her rest for a moment, then follow it by pulling out the beads and toy
  335. [9/13/13 10:56:10 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"Hank ou or heeding he"
  336. [9/13/13 10:57:25 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You lay on your back, resting and catching your breath before sitting up and pulling the still buzzing toy from her swollen pussy and the beads from her puckered asshole.
  337. [9/13/13 10:58:10 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You feel your eyes grow heavy, and feel sleep overcome you.
  338. [9/13/13 10:58:35 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Before allowing it, you undo the restraints and pull your toy close.
  339. [9/13/13 10:58:38 PM] Shit Tier: Wake up faggot!
  340. [9/13/13 10:58:52 PM] Shit Tier: We ain't finished yet
  341. [9/13/13 10:59:22 PM] Tog Sothoth: >A surge of adrenaline knocks the sleep from your body however, as you realize you're not done yet.
  342. [9/13/13 10:59:44 PM] Shit Tier: (Flip a coin Tog. What does it land on?)
  343. [9/13/13 10:59:52 PM] Tog Sothoth: Tails
  344. [9/13/13 11:00:00 PM] Shit Tier: Time for anal then
  345. [9/13/13 11:01:05 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You feel your toy spooned up against you, and realize that you are in the perfect position for insertion.
  346. [9/13/13 11:02:03 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You take hold of your awakened tool, and with some effort, line it up before thrusting forward.
  347. [9/13/13 11:02:09 PM] Shit Tier: Time for surprise buttsecks
  348. [9/13/13 11:02:37 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"Oh!  Anonymous you beast!  Fuck me!  Ruin my Ass,  Fuck my Ass!"
  349. [9/13/13 11:03:03 PM] Shit Tier: Make the mare bite a pillow, wreck that ass.
  350. [9/13/13 11:03:20 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Her enthusiasm is all it takes to set you off, and you begin humping forward, while shoving her down into the bed.
  351. [9/13/13 11:03:50 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Soon you are atop her yet again, pushing her face into the pillow and utterly reaming her like a man possesed
  352. [9/13/13 11:03:59 PM] Tog Sothoth: >"RUIN ME!!!"
  353. [9/13/13 11:04:00 PM] Shit Tier: You have hands boy. Use them as well.
  354. [9/13/13 11:04:53 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You shove deep into her sphincter and lean down before sinking your teeth into her neck, and reaching under her to begin fondling her sensitive teats.
  355. [9/13/13 11:05:25 PM] Shit Tier: Mhmm, there we go. Make the bitch scream
  356. [9/13/13 11:05:29 PM] Tog Sothoth: >She screams out as her senses overload yet again, and she floods your legs with her juices.
  357. [9/13/13 11:06:14 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You pay it no mind, pulling her up against you with every thrust and shoving your full length into her stretched hole.
  358. [9/13/13 11:06:54 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You taste blood, and hear her scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure before going limp in your arms.
  359. [9/13/13 11:08:48 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You continue to fuck her, managing to push out small moans with each thrust, and tightened holes with deeper thrusts, soon climaxing yourself.
  360. [9/13/13 11:09:21 PM] Tog Sothoth: >The two of you lay panting, one on top of the other, near senseless and both basking in the warm afterglow.
  361. [9/13/13 11:09:56 PM] Tog Sothoth: >Your dick aches, and your nuts are almost numb, but you don't care.  You feel proud, and you have every right to be.
  362. [9/13/13 11:10:39 PM] Shit Tier: Nap time
  363. [9/13/13 11:10:59 PM] Shit Tier: Deal with the consequences in the morning
  364. [9/13/13 11:11:30 PM] Tog Sothoth: >You flip  over onto your back, your cock still buried deep inside your mare's ass, and fall asleep, unthinking about the future or any kind of consequences.
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