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Blackmailin' Babs 3

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>You are cradling the blackmailing filly in your arms, per her request.
>The ponies around you thought it was cute.
>Interesting they aren't questioning you.
>Babs is now staring at you with a wicked grin.
>She whispers, "Stick a finger in me."
>Your heart stops momentarily and you freeze.
>She can't be serious.
B-babs...not here.
>"Ta~ape. <3"
>Are you really going to degrade yourself to literally a fillyfooler?
>"Have fun in butt rape jail."
Okay...okay.
>You look around. No pony is watching.
>You adjust your arms so no pony can see what perverse act you were about to commit on this filly.
>Your left index finger begins to play with her fillyhood, trying to get her wet for easier entrance.
>Babs moans softly, then shakes her head.
>"Not that hole...move a li'tle...lowah."
>The fauking bawls on this fauking gai.
But that's just...
>She just gives that signature smirk of hers.
>You shut up.
>"And ram it in. I like it dry."
>You shudder at her words.
>Your index finger makes its way to her exit hole.
>And it presses against her rim.
>She has such a goofy look on her face.
>It would be cute...if it wasn't for the fact she's forcing you to do this.
>Your finger presses past her pucker hole.
>She lets out a loud groan.
>This alerts a nearby pony.
>It was Bon Bon.
>She gives you a suspicious glare.
>Shit, what do?
She is having a very bad tummy ache. I'm taking her back to AJ's.
>All the while, you are thrusting your finger in and out of Babs Seed's Hershey Highway.
>Babs is stifling her moans of pleasure.
>Lucky for you, your house is in the farm's direction.
>"Okay..."
>The mare of 1000 voices walks away from you.
>You let out a sigh of relief.
>"Noice save, babe. What would've happened if sheh foun' out?"
>You grit your teeth.
>"Now, stick anotha finger in my bum."
>You sigh, slipping your middle finger into her hot, tight hole.
>"Mmmm, oh yeah. I love your fingers. Ya know how ta please a mare."
You're a filly.
>"Same thing, only tighta."
>You want to throw up. You don't want to be a pony fucker.
>But that may change.
>All because of Babs Seed.
>You return home.
>Lowering the little filly out of your arms.
>Your fingers smell and are in dire need for a good wash.
>You start to head for the washroom.
>Babs had other ideas.
>"An' where are ya goin'?"
I have to wash my hands after fingering your dirty hole.
>"No need for that. We're gonna get dirty anyway. Come with me."
>You follow her to the kitchen.
>She's gathering supplies from your fridge and cabinets.
>Cherries, gum drops, gummy worms, sprinkles, ice cream, and of course whip cream.
>She tosses them at you.
>You had no choice but to catch them.
>By the end of it, you look like you are performing a circus balancing act.
>Babs find your display hilarious.
>"Oh boy, you are sure a riot."
>She starts to walk off.
What are you going to do with all of this?
>"You'll see..."
>You follow the little filly to your room.
>She jumps on the bed, smirking at you.
>"Here's what we gonna do on tha bed. *POMF* =3"
>You eye her curiously.
>She spreads her legs, rubbing her tummy with her hoof and licking her lips.
>"You're gonna make a desert. A filly sundae!"
>ohboyherewego.jpg
Why?
>"I like to have mah colts obedient. This is gonna make sure you are mine."
>You glare at her, she just winks at you.
>Thankfully with her eyes.
>"Now make ya treat. And don' worry, I won' have ta be back for a while. We have some time to play."
>You set down the items on the bed stand, then reluctantly pick up the chocolate ice cream.
I'll find a way out of this.
>"Pfft...yeah, sure ya will."
>You take a small scoop of the icy treat and placed it delicately on her stomach.
>It caused her to shiver.
>"Don' hold out. Keep it comin', babe.
>You placed a few more scoops along her stomach, making it look like she had buttons.
>You place down the tub and grab the whip cream.
>"Whip me, baby."
If I had a belt I would.
>"My my, didn' think ya was into that, Anon."
>She smirks at you.
>"Get ta work, babe."
>The whip cream slowly decorated her neck, chest, the top of the ice cream, and around it.
>The smell of apples invade your nostrils.
>She better not be getting off on this.
>You went to place the whip cream down, but an orange hoof stops you.
>"Ya missed a spot."
>She points between her hind legs.
Oh no...no no no no!
>Babs is not pleased.
>She grabs you by your shirt, pulling you to her face.
>Damn she's strong.
>"Eitha cream my pussy or get creamed by stallions."
>Your ass isn't prepared for that.
>Her eyes showed no hint of bluffing.
>You just realized a filly just made you her bitch.
>You look away and nod, finishing off her mound with a creamy topping.
>Adding a cherry on top for good measure.
>"Good boy."
>After putting the finishing touches, you now look upon the feast of foalaphiles.
Fine, I did this, now...
>"Lick me clean."
I was thinking of you going home.
>"Well...tha thing is, I asked AJ if it would be okay if I stayed with ya tonight."
>Oh no...
>"And since she saw how nice ya were with me and tha others, she said yes."
>God damn it AJ.
>"So I suggest ya get ta cleanin' me. Tha ice cream is starting to melt."
>You sigh and lean over her.
>"Bon appetit, ya big lug."
>You lean down, gently trailing your tongue along her neck.
>"Hehe, tha' tickles."
>You don't even comment and just go back to cleaning this demon spawn.
>Making quick work of her neck, you move down to her stomach.
>Seems the ice cream was really melting.
>Can't let that stain her coat.
>You start inhaling the ice cream buttons along her chest to get them off.
>After finishing the last one, you hold your head in pain.
>Fucking brain freeze.
>Babs found this hilarious.
>"Ya big cry baby. Suck it up an' get back ta that tongue bath."
>You don't even feel like a man anymore.
>A filly is bossing you around, forcing you to do these...sexual deviant acts.
>You tenderly lick the trails of chocolate cream dripping down her sides.
>She was pudgy around the center.
>More so than Rainbow Dash, which was weird seeing as she flies so much.
>You can feel her chest rising with each lick.
>Fate is so cruel to you.
>You take a gummy worm into your mouth.
>"Feed it ta me."
>That sensual look in her eyes helped you know what she meant by that.
Yes...
>You present her with the treat like a mother bird feeding her babies.
>Your face was red with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.
>She takes the other end of the gummy worm in her mouth, sucking on it.
>All the while her eyes locked on to yours.
>There's a glint of power in her eyes.
>She has you. You knew that, and so did she.
>You were hers to do as she saw fit.
>You can't look away, mostly out of fear of what she may try next.
>Her hooves wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to her mouth.
>She's still sucking on her treat.
>Why aren't you biting this and pulling away?!
>Brain.exe has stopped running.
>That explains it.
>Your lips were too close that you could feel her breathing on your face.
>Just as your lips were to connect, she bites down on the worm and pulls away.
>"Keep lickin', babe."
>All you could manage was a beta nod.
>It didn't take long to clean her off.
>Although it was hard propping yourself on one arm when she asked for another gummy worm.
>Then proceeds to suck your fingers after consuming the delicious treat.
>But now, you are staring at the last place no pony or man would go on a child.
>You look up at her with a pleading look.
Please...anything but this.
>Babs rolls her eyes and tosses you a wet rag.
>"Fine, ya big baby. Don't go cryin' home to your motha."
>You are so relieved.
>You clean her muff of the whipped cream, and other juices.
>She stifles a moan.
>"But you aren't off the hook yet."
>She gets on all fours and lifts her tail.
>"Eitha rut me...or lick my bum."
>Your face contorts in disgust.
>You either become a pony fucker, or a man who tossed some filly's salad.
>These two choices were out of the question.
How about we have a bath together.
>"Naked?"
Deal?
>"...Fine."
>You dodged a bullet here.
>So you draw the bubble bath, because this filly asked for it.
>You hop in.
>She gets in with you, pressing her rear against your crotch.
>At least she isn't teasing you.
>Too bad your boner is getting hard, tapping her back.
>"You're liking this more than you're letting on."
>She leans back, forcing you to wrap your arms around her.
>"But for now...just relax."
>She looks up at you with adorable eyes.
>Totally different than in the bed room.
>"You're mine, babe."
>She lowers her head, closing her eyes with a satisfying smile.
>"And I'm glad that ya are."
End Part 3

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>You are cradling the blackmailing filly in your arms, per her request.
>The ponies around you thought it was cute.
>Interesting they aren't questioning you.
>Babs is now staring at you with a wicked grin.
>She whispers, "Stick a finger in me."
>Your heart stops momentarily and you freeze.
>She can't be serious.
B-babs...not here.
>"Ta~ape. <3"
>Are you really going to degrade yourself to literally a fillyfooler?
>"Have fun in butt rape jail."
Okay...okay.
>You look around. No pony is watching.
>You adjust your arms so no pony can see what perverse act you were about to commit on this filly.
>Your left index finger begins to play with her fillyhood, trying to get her wet for easier entrance.
>Babs moans softly, then shakes her head.
>"Not that hole...move a li'tle...lowah."
>The fauking bawls on this fauking gai.
But that's just...
>She just gives that signature smirk of hers.
>You shut up.
>"And ram it in. I like it dry."
>You shudder at her words.
>Your index finger makes its way to her exit hole.
>And it presses against her rim.
>She has such a goofy look on her face.
>It would be cute...if it wasn't for the fact she's forcing you to do this.
>Your finger presses past her pucker hole.
>She lets out a loud groan.
>This alerts a nearby pony.
>It was Bon Bon.
>She gives you a suspicious glare.
>Shit, what do?

She is having a very bad tummy ache. I'm taking her back to AJ's.
>All the while, you are thrusting your finger in and out of Babs Seed's Hershey Highway.
>Babs is stifling her moans of pleasure.
>Lucky for you, your house is in the farm's direction.
>"Okay..."
>The mare of 1000 voices walks away from you.
>You let out a sigh of relief.
>"Noice save, babe. What would've happened if sheh foun' out?"
>You grit your teeth.
>"Now, stick anotha finger in my bum."
>You sigh, slipping your middle finger into her hot, tight hole.
>"Mmmm, oh yeah. I love your fingers. Ya know how ta please a mare."
You're a filly.
>"Same thing, only tighta."
>You want to throw up. You don't want to be a pony fucker.
>But that may change.
>All because of Babs Seed.
>You return home.
>Lowering the little filly out of your arms.
>Your fingers smell and are in dire need for a good wash.
>You start to head for the washroom.
>Babs had other ideas.
>"An' where are ya goin'?"
I have to wash my hands after fingering your dirty hole.
>"No need for that. We're gonna get dirty anyway. Come with me."

>You follow her to the kitchen.
>She's gathering supplies from your fridge and cabinets.
>Cherries, gum drops, gummy worms, sprinkles, ice cream, and of course whip cream.
>She tosses them at you.
>You had no choice but to catch them.
>By the end of it, you look like you are performing a circus balancing act.
>Babs find your display hilarious.
>"Oh boy, you are sure a riot."
>She starts to walk off.
What are you going to do with all of this?
>"You'll see..."
>You follow the little filly to your room.
>She jumps on the bed, smirking at you.
>"Here's what we gonna do on tha bed. *POMF* =3"
>You eye her curiously.
>She spreads her legs, rubbing her tummy with her hoof and licking her lips.
>"You're gonna make a desert. A filly sundae!"
>ohboyherewego.jpg
Why?
>"I like to have mah colts obedient. This is gonna make sure you are mine."
>You glare at her, she just winks at you.
>Thankfully with her eyes.
>"Now make ya treat. And don' worry, I won' have ta be back for a while. We have some time to play."

>You set down the items on the bed stand, then reluctantly pick up the chocolate ice cream.
I'll find a way out of this.
>"Pfft...yeah, sure ya will."
>You take a small scoop of the icy treat and placed it delicately on her stomach.
>It caused her to shiver.
>"Don' hold out. Keep it comin', babe.
>You placed a few more scoops along her stomach, making it look like she had buttons.
>You place down the tub and grab the whip cream.
>"Whip me, baby."
If I had a belt I would.
>"My my, didn' think ya was into that, Anon."
>She smirks at you.
>"Get ta work, babe."
>The whip cream slowly decorated her neck, chest, the top of the ice cream, and around it.
>The smell of apples invade your nostrils.
>She better not be getting off on this.
>You went to place the whip cream down, but an orange hoof stops you.
>"Ya missed a spot."
>She points between her hind legs.
Oh no...no no no no!
>Babs is not pleased.
>She grabs you by your shirt, pulling you to her face.
>Damn she's strong.
>"Eitha cream my pussy or get creamed by stallions."
>Your ass isn't prepared for that.
>Her eyes showed no hint of bluffing.
>You just realized a filly just made you her bitch.
>You look away and nod, finishing off her mound with a creamy topping.
>Adding a cherry on top for good measure.
>"Good boy."

>After putting the finishing touches, you now look upon the feast of foalaphiles.
Fine, I did this, now...
>"Lick me clean."
I was thinking of you going home.
>"Well...tha thing is, I asked AJ if it would be okay if I stayed with ya tonight."
>Oh no...
>"And since she saw how nice ya were with me and tha others, she said yes."
>God damn it AJ.
>"So I suggest ya get ta cleanin' me. Tha ice cream is starting to melt."
>You sigh and lean over her.
>"Bon appetit, ya big lug."
>You lean down, gently trailing your tongue along her neck.
>"Hehe, tha' tickles."
>You don't even comment and just go back to cleaning this demon spawn.
>Making quick work of her neck, you move down to her stomach.
>Seems the ice cream was really melting.
>Can't let that stain her coat.
>You start inhaling the ice cream buttons along her chest to get them off.
>After finishing the last one, you hold your head in pain.
>Fucking brain freeze.
>Babs found this hilarious.
>"Ya big cry baby. Suck it up an' get back ta that tongue bath."
>You don't even feel like a man anymore.
>A filly is bossing you around, forcing you to do these...sexual deviant acts.

>You tenderly lick the trails of chocolate cream dripping down her sides.
>She was pudgy around the center.
>More so than Rainbow Dash, which was weird seeing as she flies so much.
>You can feel her chest rising with each lick.
>Fate is so cruel to you.
>You take a gummy worm into your mouth.
>"Feed it ta me."
>That sensual look in her eyes helped you know what she meant by that.
Yes...
>You present her with the treat like a mother bird feeding her babies.
>Your face was red with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.
>She takes the other end of the gummy worm in her mouth, sucking on it.
>All the while her eyes locked on to yours.
>There's a glint of power in her eyes.
>She has you. You knew that, and so did she.
>You were hers to do as she saw fit.
>You can't look away, mostly out of fear of what she may try next.
>Her hooves wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to her mouth.
>She's still sucking on her treat.
>Why aren't you biting this and pulling away?!
>Brain.exe has stopped running.
>That explains it.
>Your lips were too close that you could feel her breathing on your face.
>Just as your lips were to connect, she bites down on the worm and pulls away.
>"Keep lickin', babe."
>All you could manage was a beta nod.

>It didn't take long to clean her off.
>Although it was hard propping yourself on one arm when she asked for another gummy worm.
>Then proceeds to suck your fingers after consuming the delicious treat.
>But now, you are staring at the last place no pony or man would go on a child.
>You look up at her with a pleading look.
Please...anything but this.
>Babs rolls her eyes and tosses you a wet rag.
>"Fine, ya big baby. Don't go cryin' home to your motha."
>You are so relieved.
>You clean her muff of the whipped cream, and other juices.
>She stifles a moan.
>"But you aren't off the hook yet."
>She gets on all fours and lifts her tail.
>"Eitha rut me...or lick my bum."
>Your face contorts in disgust.
>You either become a pony fucker, or a man who tossed some filly's salad.
>These two choices were out of the question.
How about we have a bath together.
>"Naked?"
Deal?
>"...Fine."
>You dodged a bullet here.
>So you draw the bubble bath, because this filly asked for it.
>You hop in.
>She gets in with you, pressing her rear against your crotch.
>At least she isn't teasing you.
>Too bad your boner is getting hard, tapping her back.
>"You're liking this more than you're letting on."
>She leans back, forcing you to wrap your arms around her.
>"But for now...just relax."
>She looks up at you with adorable eyes.
>Totally different than in the bed room.
>"You're mine, babe."
>She lowers her head, closing her eyes with a satisfying smile.
>"And I'm glad that ya are."

End Part 3

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