Lulamoon Rape Protection 11

>Day you're running low on funds in Equestria.

>And well, you're running low on funds.

>With the harvest done at your one and only odd job, the monthly stipend from Celestia just isn't enough to support two mouths.

>You tried to find other odd jobs, but you were either bad at it or they wouldn't give you a shot.

>Fucking ponies.

>So here you are at the kitchen table doing finances.

Hm...maybe if I just...damn it!

>Another dead end.

>No matter which way you slice it, you and Trixie will go hungry.

>You really don't want that.

>It's not like you pay her, but she does eat more than you.

>Still trying to figure how she keeps her figure.

>You're so focused on your task, you don't notice the sounds of hooves clopping on your floor.

>"Anon wh-"

I guess I might have to fire Trixie with the way things look...

>Your pony sense is tingling, so you look up over to the kitchen entrance.

>No ponies here boss!

>You shrug and go back to figuring this out.

No...I won't do that. There has to be a way.

>You hit the books hard, trying to figure out a way.

 

>You are Trixie.

>And you can't believe what you heard.

>Anon's going to get rid of you.

>You were doing such a good job at keeping the yellow menace away.

>How can he fire you, the Great Protector Trixie.

>But he looked serious.

>You don't want to go, not when you are so close to winning Anon's heart.

>There must be some way to get bits.

>You could do magic shows from time to time...but that won't be enough.

>You reach into your trunk, the first thing you see is an outfit you wished to keep buried.

>A heavy sigh escapes your lips.

It has come to this...but, it's for Anon.

-Fast-forward to late evening-

>Anon is asleep.

>You pack your outfit into a sack and sneak out of the house.

>No pony is awake at this hour, so the street of Ponyville are void of life.

>All the good little fillies and colts sleep in their beds.

>However, there is a crowd that are nocturnal and not really nice.

>You arrive on the outskirts of Ponyville to a unmarked building.

>It looked like a small warehouse on the outside, so ponies usually ignore it.

>You head to the back. The heavy bass reverberating through the walls, coursing through you.

>That feeling is coming back, but you suppress it.

>This...wasn't you anymore. You're a different mare now.

>You arrive at a large metal door, giving it a few heavy bangs with your hoof.

This is for Anon.

>It opens, revealing a burly draft pony, brown coat with a lighter brown mane.

>"I said no solicit- Trixie?"

H-hey Charlie Horse...

 

>So here you are, dolled up with make-up and donning your outfit.

>"You are in for a treat gents, for we have a returning act coming out of retirement."

>You shudder, growling under your breath.

>The curtains part, revealing you in your alternate colored Wizard hat and cape.

>Black with white stars and moons.

>Sadly fitting...

>You walk out, not even two seconds on stage and you are bombarded with catcalls and whistles.

>Fucking animals. Objectifying yourself for these mongrels entertainment.

>"Here is the Great and Lustful, TRIXIE!"

>You hate that stage name, it fills you with disgust.

>But you keep reminding yourself that it's for Anon.

>You toss off your hat and cape, it drifting to the floor gracefully.

>There you are, standing in the clothes you never thought you'd be wearing.

>White sheer stockings accentuating your hind legs connected to garter belts with little stars along the band.

>Your violet panties digging into your ass which is connected to your garter belt and a tail ring.

>Little bat wings hook to a choker and the rest of your ensemble.

>And to top it all off, little earrings you would see somep0ny from Saddle Arabia wear.

>Yes, you look sexy, but you don't feel it.

>But you put up a front while you shake your ass for the crowd of horny stallions.

>More like colts who are going through puberty.

>If Anon were to see you now.

>No! Must focus.

For Anon.

 

>You do your little dance on the pole and strut your stuff around the stage.

>A lift of the tail here and there with some dirty talk got them going.

>Ewww, they are actually clopping in public.

>AbsolutelyDisgusting.jpg

>Eventually you finished your set.

>The bits flew at you.

>"Give it up for that sexy devil, Trixie!"

>Head to the back to take off your gear.

>"Nice show, Trix."

>You glare at the dead pony who called you by that name.

>Your old nickname... which speaks for what you did besides dancing.

>It was Charlie Horse, holding a bag of bits.

Don't call me Trix, Charlie.

>"Yeah yeah." He tosses the sack to you. "Eighty bits for your first time back, not bad. That's not to say you could earn a little more."

I'm not the same mare as before. I'm doing this for my... special somepony.

>You take the bag and stuff it in your sack along with your outfit.

>"If you ever change your mind on the extra work... I'll be here."

>Like hell you'd do that again.

 

>Make it back home.

>Day light is breaking.

>Was a hell of a night dealing with those assholes.

>Sneak your way inside.

>Good, Anon's still asleep.

>Get to your room, hide your sack and bits in your trunk and lock it.

>Slip under your covers, thinking about Anon's finances.

Eighty bits will last all but a month, maybe two if you are lucky. I guess I'll have to go back the next night.

>And so, you spend the next week doing this.

>Wait for Anon to fall asleep, sneak out, strip and dance for the entertainment of others, and back home.

>Eventually, you start to notice the payment getting lower and lower.

>Fucking Charlie Horse, that snake.

>Trying to make you a whorse.

>You made a vow to never return to that life again.

>Was lucky enough of getting a job on a rock farm, which got you out of that life.

>Rather push rocks than turn tricks for Johns.

>But that's too far out of the way, and I can't leave Anon to be attacked by that crazy mare.

>Especially when Sparkle is working along with her just to get to me.

 

>You are Fluttershy, and you are looking pretty with this new haircut from Rarity.

>But you were too self-conscious to meet Anon.

>It's been a week since you even seen him.

>But tonight, that will change.

>You are now marching towards his house.

>...In the dark.

>...With these creepy shado- [spoiler][/spoiler]"EEP!"

>You hop into a nearby bush when you saw a scary shadow heading towards you.

>You peak out.

Wait...isn't that Trixie?

>You watch as the blue unicorn mare sneak through the sleeping town.

>Something is up...but that means Anon is alone.

>You can have him all to yourself...but, something is up.

>Curiosity is getting the better of you, so you follow her.

>Out to some dingy warehouse.

Why would she come...is that music and... cheering?

>You flutter up to a high window.

>Boy this is scary, but you always wondered what is in there.

>Maybe it's one of those scene concerts those young fillies and colts are into nowadays.

>As you peered in, you notice a bunch of stallions around a stage, and a mare grinding against a pole.

Oh my goodness...this place is a naughty hotel. Anon must know.

>Then a wicked smile crosses your lips.

He will see how unfit this mare was at her job, then he'll fire her. Then he'll be all mine to love.

>You zoom off to Anon's post-haste.

>By "zoom off" it was more of a slow flight.

>Don't want to hurt yourself.

 

>You are Anon, and you couldn't sleep.

>You wake in the middle of the night thinking of your finances.

>Every odd job you could think of was a bust, and rationing your monthly stipend won't work out.

>You feel dejected. Maybe you would have to get rid of Trixie.

>It eventually comes to you.

THAT'S IT!

>Your thoughts were interrupted as a yellow pegasus lands inside your room.

>The one night you decide to keep the window open for some cool air.

What do you want, Flutterbu-, wait...did you get your mane cut? it looks...shorter.

>She tries to hide behind it, but remembers that those long flowing locks are no more.

>"Y-you like it?"

Well, it's different.

>Boner in your underwear says it's hot.

>She toughens the fuck up and pounces.

>"N-now I got you all to myself. No one will save you now."

Oh really. You forgot Trixie is right next to me. Just have to push that butto-.

>You facepalm. Telling her something like that.

>Now she's going to rip it out of the socket.

>Feel her move off of you and...just stand there.

>"G-go ahead mister. Get her."

>Damn she has balls.

>You sit there confused for a bit, but you eventually get your bearings and sit up.

F-fine, I will.

>Head over to the button with Trixie's cutie mark on it.

>Push it.

>Nothing happens.

Just wait for it...

>1 minute passes.

>2 minutes...

The hell is she doing?

>Storm out and walk over to your resident's room.

>Knock on it, the door opens slightly.

I'm coming...in?

>No Trixie here boss.

 

>"See Anon, Trixie abandoned you."

>You back up into a corner.

>You can see the rape in Fluttershy's eyes.

>Very determined to get your dick.

>Too bad you won't give it to her.

>You juke to the left, she quickly matches your movement.

>"Just give in! Trixie left you to do things at the naughty hotel!"

>Wait...what?

>In your confusion, you are knocked off your feet.

>Your back slams hard against the floor, knocking the strength out of you.

>Fluttershy slips your underwear off easily.

>No defenses for your dick, she takes it in your mouth.

>Fuck you and your love for short-haired women.

>It feels good, but you want to know more about Trixie.

>Grab Fluttershy's wings and massage them.

>Didn't take much of a wingjob to cause her to orgasm.

>She slumps to the floor while you rush to the room for your pants.

>Come back and Fluttershy is recovering

Where is Trixie?

>"She...she's dancing in front of stallions at this warehouse place."

>A strip club in Ponyville? Who would have known.

Show me where it is.

>As you leave, you notice a sheet of paper stapled to the wall.

>Written on it was: "Need 500 more bits for Anon. Must help him."

>It clicks, she overheard you working on finances.

>And your comment about getting rid of her.

FUCK! This is my fault.

>Just hope that you can get to her before something bad happens.

 

>You are Trixie, and you just finished another set.

>As you take off your outfit, Charlie Horse tosses a small sack of bits at you and a water bottle.

>"Going hard at it."

>You don't respond as you stuff the bits in you sack with your outfit and take a drink of water.

>It...tastes a bit funny.

>"You didn't make much money tonight, but I found some overtime work you can do."

>Just then, two stallions walks into the dressing room.

>You can see the anticipation hanging below them.

>Oh hell naw!

T-that wasn't part of our deal.

>"Well, I changed the deal, Trix."

>That's it, you're blasting this fucker.

>Good thing Luna taught you some offensive magic.

>Magic_revving.exe

>ERROR: Magix_revving.exe has just crashed.

My...my magic. What did you d-

>Your world begins to go hazy.

>He drugged you. This fucker drugged you.

>"Just some insurance just in case you tried something."

>Charlie walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

>"Do what you want, pay me in an hour."

>The two rush you.

>You make a jump to your left and try to run.

>But you end up tripping over your hooves.

>Motor control is gone.

Fuck...

>They move in. You buck one in the face with what little strength you had.

>Didn't do much.

 

>They force you onto your back and spread your legs.

LET ME GO!!!!

>"No chance missy...I paid good money for this."

NOOO!! STOP!

>They slap you around a bit.

>"Be good, and that's all you'll get!"

>You're crying.

>This wasn't supposed to happen.

>Just a few more jobs and you'd leave this behind.

>Not getting rutted in the back like a whorse.

Anon...

>You can feel the shaft of one of the stallion's dick rubbing your marehood.

>The other stallion was prodding your face with his long rod.

>Everything was getting dark, and you were getting wet.

>You never asked for this.

Anon, save me!

>"Hey, what are you do- AAAAHG!!!"

>The door kicks open.

>An angry human is standing there, with a yellow mare behind him.

>The two stallions pause as they lock eyes.

>"Get...away...FROM HER!"

You...came...

>Your sight goes dark as the last thing you see is a rampaging human stampedes towards you.

 

>It's morning.

>You wake up in your bed.

>The first thing you see is Anon sitting beside you.

>His face was banged up a bit.

>Then a yellow hoof tending to his injuries.

>It's Fluttershy.

>She looks a bit roughed up too.

Ano-

>He holds up a hand, stopping you from speaking.

>"I should fire you, since Fluttershy got inside and almost raped me."

>You turn away.

>"Not to mention that you were doing something so unbecoming of you."

>You wince at his words.

>"But, I'm at fault here. I should have came to you about finances. But I didn't want to worry you."

>He sighs, then pets your mane.

>"But it looks like we both worried each other. So I just want to say...sorry for putting you in that situation."

>You smile at him weakly.

>He does care. The only one to ever care for you.

>A:"You won't be fired. You still are on contract."

>F:"Awww..."

>A:"You done Fluttershy?"

>The yellow pony nods.

>A:"You may leave now."

>F:"Okay...but I'll be back for your love Anon."

>Fluttershy leaves through your window.

>"And don't worry about those stallions, they will have a hard time walking with a broomstick up their ass."

>You couldn't help but laugh.

Thanks again Anon.

>"Don't mention it. On another note, I figured out how to make money."

H-how?

>He smiles.

>"Carpentry."

 

End Part 11