- >Down at the schoolyard, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place.
- >Off in the secluded corner of the playground, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stand beside you.
- >They lean in close to sniff at your neck.
- >"Ready for your present?" Diamond Tiara coos in your ear.
- "W-Well...not really."
- >Silver Spoon nips at your ear.
- >"Too bad, now sit, or DT will make you give us pony rides when we get back to the mansion."
- >You hate giving them pony rides.
- >They keep using that whip, and it hurts.
- >So you sit your happy ass down.
- >The two fillies look at one another.
- >You can see a twinkle of desire in their eye.
- >"Ready, Silver?"
- >"Always, DT."
- >They face each other with you sitting between them.
- >Raising onto their hind hooves, they do their little jig.
- >First, they bump their front hooves together above your head.
- >Their filly bellies pressing against you.
- >You can smell their perfume.
- >Diamond wearing something high class, and Silver offsetting it with a scent reminiscent of cherries.
- >"Bump!"
- >They pull away only for a moment.
- >Their scent still lingers in your nose.
- >Hooves wrap around your chest, and their young, sexually maturing bodies caresses you once more.
- >You can feel their chins touch the top of your head.
- >"Bump!"
- >Once more, they pull away from you.
- >The scents and body touching throws you for a loop.
- >Your mind grows hazy, and your nerves grow numb with each passing second.
- >Your eye lids lower slightly, relishing in Diamond Tiara's and Silver Spoon's teasing.
- >Two sets of soft lips press against your cheeks.
- >They were warm, full of life.
- >It spreads into you.
- >Your nerves calm down.
- >"Sugar lump..."
- >The two fillies giggle.
- >It sends you off tilt again.
- >You know what's coming next.
- >The part that you dread.
- >You close your eyes and wait for the humiliation to end.
- >"Oh Anon, open your eyes."
- >You shake your head, refusing to listen to Tiara's kind words.
- >"Come on, I promise that you'll get a reward if you open them."
- >Regretting your decision, you comply to the rich filly's persuasive request.
- >You're greeted to the sight of a large, plush, pink filly ass to the face.
- >Another firmer butt presses against the back of your head.
- >The two fillies moan in unison as they rub themselves against you as if trying to scratch an itch.
- >"Rump~! <3"
- >You don't fight them.
- >You sit there and take it.
- >Not like you can stop them.
- >They are rich, and you are their property.
- >The only thing you can do is take it.
- >The life of their personal slave is a rough one.
- >At least you won't have to give them ponyback rides.

