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# BluntTongs-Blunt Tongue

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1. >Be Anon
2. >be 9:00 p.m.
3. >be coming home from working, muscles sore and back aching
4. >you mumble to yourself
5. "Fuckin' Applejack, can't carry her own damn boxes..."
6. >you are covered with hayseed and small pieces of apple
7. >as you walk up the drive to your homestead by the Everfree, you notice you left the lights on
8. >shit
9. >the cooling is on and you left the door open
10. >double shit
11. >the bill is gonna be through the roof
12. >you hurry inside to turn off the lights
13. >you'll have to make due without, don't need anymore added to the cost
14. >get inside, immediately produce small chain flashlight and switch off the overhead light
15. >you head upstairs, flashlight guiding you
16. >Celestia, you're tired
17. >no dinner, just sleep now
18. >you pick a bit of apple off your suit
19. >...maybe a shower first
21. >After your shower, you don some boxers and trudge over to bed
22. >you take off the covers and climb in
23. >the warm embrace of the covers, combined with the already tiring chores, make certain you drift off to dreamland the moment you lay down
24. >you, however, failed a spot check
25. >you did not notice the yellow pupils watching you from the closet
26. -----------------------------------------
27. >Be 12:10 a.m., just after midnight
28. >sudden rustling of sheets
29. >niggahwhat
30. >you suddenly feel a large, warm mass crawl onto your legs under the covers
31. >panic.exe boots up
32. >you throw the covers off violently, despite the lack of energy you had but hours ago
33. >reaching toward the nightstand quickly, you grab the chain flashlight and shine a beam into the eyes of...
34. >...what appears to be a small pony (that is to say, smaller than average) with a bright yellow coat
35. >it has the wings of an insect, as well as a more pronounced amount of fluff on the chest
36. >the strange creature also has antennae
37. >antennae which happens to be gently probing your leg
39. >It clearly means no har-
40. >"My, my, you'll make a sweet meal..."
41. >oh, goddamnit
42. >at least you can have small talk while it kills you, though
43. >you shudder in fear not realizing you could easily overpower the small being and bolt for the door
44. >a long, pink tongue slips out of its maw as it brings its face closer to you...
46. >...and starts up a passionate kiss, slithering its long appendage into your mouth
47. >well, you can't engage in that small talk now
48. >you decide to attempt to return the favor, but it's difficult
49. >that tongue is at least a couple feet
50. >after a while, it decides its had enough with your mouth
51. >thank fuck, you could hardly breath with all that tongue
52. >you then finally stop quivering enough to ask a question;
53. "What are you?"
54. >"A...Mothpony...," the thing said, in a rather unnecessarily seductive tone
55. >or maybe... it wasn't unnecessary
56. >shit, THIS thing wants the D?
57. >or, more specifically, YOUR D?
58. >and "sweet meal" refers to...
59. >as you contemplate the mindfuckery going on, the "Mothpony" removes the boxers from your legs with a quick slip of the hooves, revealing the already somewhat erect shlong within
60. >"Now, as much as I like a good hor d'oeuvre, let's get to the real entrée..."
61. >you're going to be getting a blowjob from (what you hope is) a mare you don't even know
62. >sure, she's part insect, but it really doesn't matter in the long run, you suppose
63. >you hope she doesn't have throat herpes
65. >"Now, just relax. It wont hurt a bit," she says, blushing slightly
66. >won't hurt?
67. >the Mothpony lowers her head a bit closer to your rapidly expanding dong
68. >her tongue snakes out, and curls around the base of your cock, slowly winding upwards toward the tip
69. >It feels as if you had a soft velvet bag put over your diamond cutter
70. >the tongue goes to work, expanding and contracting around you
71. >as the winding muscle reaches the tip, she stops all movement
72. >she then applies a slight amount of pressure with her oral appendage to your urethral opening
73. >disniggaserious.jpg
74. >you cringe a bit as she exerts more force, finally pushing past into the small passageway
75. >the feeling makes your legs weak with pleasure
76. >the mare slowly pushes in and out, making each pull outward send shivers down your spine
77. >she gets into a rythmatic kind of movement;
78. >in and out, and in and out, and in...
79. >you're getting close
80. >on her last outward pull, the tongue is out completely
81. >she clasps onto your cock with her mouth
82. >you cum
83. >you cum hard
84. >and she swallows every drop of it
85. >"Mmh..."
86. >as you finish, you slowly drift off back into a slumber
87. >your small friend crawls up to your chest and lies down, clearly tired from giving the best blowjob this side of the hemisphere
88. >you both sleep soundly together
89. >Be 7:00 a.m.
90. >just woke up
91. >the small mothpony is still asleep on top of you
92. >she's warm and all, but you need breakfast
93. >you haven't had a meal since lunch yesterday
94. >as you blink the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you gingerly lift the miniature horse off your chest
95. >you lay her down on your pillow, and head downstairs
96. >fuck, you didn't even ask her name
97. >oh well
98. >you'll just ask after breakfast
100. >as you eat a sausage-egg-and-cheese croissant, the nameless mothpony steps down the stairs to greet you
101. >"So...did you enjoy last night?," she says, with a small blush
102. >you realize she didn't even really get anything out of the session
103. "...That depends. Did you?"
104. >the dusty pony giggles
105. >"Yes, I even got a free meal out of it!"
106. >it makes you wonder what kind of pony just gives some mouthwork to a guy she's never even met before
107. >and classifies drinking all the ejaculate as getting an entire meal
108. >this place is fucking weird
109. "Now, then, what would you like to eat miss...?"
110. >"Golden Corral. Goldie for short."
111. "Alright then, Golden Corral, what would you like to eat?"
112. >"Orange juice, please!"
114. >as you both finish up the meal, Goldie decides to start heading towards the door
115. >"Well, I suppose I have to go now and try to find an actual home...," she says with a twinge of reluctance
116. >you clear your throat
117. "Erm...you don't HAVE to go, right?"
118. >she looks up at you ecstatically, and gallops toward you
119. >she jumps onto your lap, and nuzzles your cheek, also getting dust all over your suit
120. >but you're OK with that
121. >you have a new roommate now
122. >"Thanks, uh..."
123. "Anonymous"
124. >"Yeah, thanks Anonymous!," Goldie exclaims, getting more dust everywhere
125. >you're still OK with that
126. >...as long as she helps pay the bill
127. "...Why were you hiding in my closet?"
128. >"It's a long story."

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>Be Anon >be 9:00 p.m. >be coming home from working, muscles sore and back aching >you mumble to yourself "Fuckin' Applejack, can't carry her own damn boxes..." >you are covered with hayseed and small pieces of apple >as you walk up the drive to your homestead by the Everfree, you notice you left the lights on >shit >the cooling is on and you left the door open >double shit >the bill is gonna be through the roof >you hurry inside to turn off the lights >you'll have to make due without, don't need anymore added to the cost >get inside, immediately produce small chain flashlight and switch off the overhead light >you head upstairs, flashlight guiding you >Celestia, you're tired >no dinner, just sleep now >you pick a bit of apple off your suit >...maybe a shower first >After your shower, you don some boxers and trudge over to bed >you take off the covers and climb in >the warm embrace of the covers, combined with the already tiring chores, make certain you drift off to dreamland the moment you lay down >you, however, failed a spot check >you did not notice the yellow pupils watching you from the closet ----------------------------------------- >Be 12:10 a.m., just after midnight >sudden rustling of sheets >niggahwhat >you suddenly feel a large, warm mass crawl onto your legs under the covers >panic.exe boots up >you throw the covers off violently, despite the lack of energy you had but hours ago >reaching toward the nightstand quickly, you grab the chain flashlight and shine a beam into the eyes of... >...what appears to be a small pony (that is to say, smaller than average) with a bright yellow coat >it has the wings of an insect, as well as a more pronounced amount of fluff on the chest >the strange creature also has antennae >antennae which happens to be gently probing your leg >It clearly means no har- >"My, my, you'll make a sweet meal..." >oh, goddamnit >at least you can have small talk while it kills you, though >you shudder in fear not realizing you could easily overpower the small being and bolt for the door >a long, pink tongue slips out of its maw as it brings its face closer to you... >...and starts up a passionate kiss, slithering its long appendage into your mouth >well, you can't engage in that small talk now >you decide to attempt to return the favor, but it's difficult >that tongue is at least a couple feet >after a while, it decides its had enough with your mouth >thank fuck, you could hardly breath with all that tongue >you then finally stop quivering enough to ask a question; "What are you?" >"A...Mothpony...," the thing said, in a rather unnecessarily seductive tone >or maybe... it wasn't unnecessary >shit, THIS thing wants the D? >or, more specifically, YOUR D? >and "sweet meal" refers to... >as you contemplate the mindfuckery going on, the "Mothpony" removes the boxers from your legs with a quick slip of the hooves, revealing the already somewhat erect shlong within >"Now, as much as I like a good hor d'oeuvre, let's get to the real entrée..." >you're going to be getting a blowjob from (what you hope is) a mare you don't even know >sure, she's part insect, but it really doesn't matter in the long run, you suppose >you hope she doesn't have throat herpes >"Now, just relax. It wont hurt a bit," she says, blushing slightly >won't hurt? >the Mothpony lowers her head a bit closer to your rapidly expanding dong >her tongue snakes out, and curls around the base of your cock, slowly winding upwards toward the tip >It feels as if you had a soft velvet bag put over your diamond cutter >the tongue goes to work, expanding and contracting around you >as the winding muscle reaches the tip, she stops all movement >she then applies a slight amount of pressure with her oral appendage to your urethral opening >disniggaserious.jpg >you cringe a bit as she exerts more force, finally pushing past into the small passageway >the feeling makes your legs weak with pleasure >the mare slowly pushes in and out, making each pull outward send shivers down your spine >she gets into a rythmatic kind of movement; >in and out, and in and out, and in... >you're getting close >on her last outward pull, the tongue is out completely >she clasps onto your cock with her mouth >you cum >you cum hard >and she swallows every drop of it >"Mmh..." >as you finish, you slowly drift off back into a slumber >your small friend crawls up to your chest and lies down, clearly tired from giving the best blowjob this side of the hemisphere >you both sleep soundly together >Be 7:00 a.m. >just woke up >the small mothpony is still asleep on top of you >she's warm and all, but you need breakfast >you haven't had a meal since lunch yesterday >as you blink the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you gingerly lift the miniature horse off your chest >you lay her down on your pillow, and head downstairs >fuck, you didn't even ask her name >oh well >you'll just ask after breakfast >as you eat a sausage-egg-and-cheese croissant, the nameless mothpony steps down the stairs to greet you >"So...did you enjoy last night?," she says, with a small blush >you realize she didn't even really get anything out of the session "...That depends. Did you?" >the dusty pony giggles >"Yes, I even got a free meal out of it!" >it makes you wonder what kind of pony just gives some mouthwork to a guy she's never even met before >and classifies drinking all the ejaculate as getting an entire meal >this place is fucking weird "Now, then, what would you like to eat miss...?" >"Golden Corral. Goldie for short." "Alright then, Golden Corral, what would you like to eat?" >"Orange juice, please!" >as you both finish up the meal, Goldie decides to start heading towards the door >"Well, I suppose I have to go now and try to find an actual home...," she says with a twinge of reluctance >you clear your throat "Erm...you don't HAVE to go, right?" >she looks up at you ecstatically, and gallops toward you >she jumps onto your lap, and nuzzles your cheek, also getting dust all over your suit >but you're OK with that >you have a new roommate now >"Thanks, uh..." "Anonymous" >"Yeah, thanks Anonymous!," Goldie exclaims, getting more dust everywhere >you're still OK with that >...as long as she helps pay the bill "...Why were you hiding in my closet?" >"It's a long story."