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# BluntTongs-Virgo's Sweet Gift

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1. >You are Anonymous, as you have always been
2. >you also happen to be inside of Virgo's house
3. >more specifically, his closet
4. >you aren't here to watch him masturbate, or have sex with anybody, oh no...
5. >what you are here for is much more devious:
6. >finding out what he got you for Christmas
7. >you see, it's Christmas Eve
8. >and he said earlier that he'd get you something 'very sweet, but a bit salty'.
9. >it's either one of two things:
10. >his cum (which isn't ruled out yet on account of his mischievous quality)
11. >or a package of chocolate covered pretzels
12. >you really hope it's the pretzels
13. >those fuckers are god-tier snacks
15. >a sudden slam of the door takes you out of your salty dreams, and you peer through the slats in the closet door
16. >it's Virgo
17. >he walks into the room with a gigantic package of the glorious twists and a jar of chocolate, presumably for spread
18. >holy shit, you were right
19. >at least, on the pretzel theory
20. >Virgo locks the door and lays the bag of pretzels on his desk
21. >doesn't want anyone coming in on him while he prepares to wrap, you guess
22. >still holding the chocolate jar, he hops over onto the bed and holds it above him, inspecting it as thoroughly as a Ministry of Admission inspector
23. >making sure it's of the finest quality, he unscrews the lid and dips his long mothtongue into the brown mix
24. >"Eeh, needs a bit more of a salt..."
25. >so, as any moth is wont to do, he just gets up and OH WAIT NO THAT'S NOT GETTING SALT
26. >THAT IS MASTURBATING
27. >WHAT THE HELL, VIRGO
28. >Virgo starts poking at his flaccid, black-tinted penis, and mumbling something about Hexferry
29. >Goddamnit Virgo, this is no time for a wank!
30. >soon his soldier is at full salute
31. >well, so much for not watching him masturbate
32. >it throbs slightly, and Virgo blushes a bit
33. >but he reaches out with both hooves and starts to stroke it
34. >welp
35. >and here, you thought you were just going to get a sneak peek at your Christmas present
36. >no such luck, though, giving that there's a stallion slapping the monkey right before your very eyes
38. >it's not like it's giving you an erection or anyth-
39. >Virgo starts making lewd faces, and moans of arousal escape his lips
40. >fuck
41. >your crotch-rocket punches you in the face
42. >Christ, it's cramped in here, what kind of dumbass thought this was a good hiding place?
43. >...you really need to think things through more
45. >Virgo's stroking intensifies, sliding his hooves up and down, moving his foreskin across his main shaft, eliciting more noises...
46. >and you also need to stop paying so much attention to things like this
47. >"Mmmh...Ah~!..Ooh..."
48. >seriously, Virgo?
49. >the pain becomes intense in your nether regions
50. >of all the days to wear tight jeans...
51. >Virgo is now laying down on the bed, thrusting his cock through his hooves, precum leaking everywhere
52. >his face is really red now, his mouth is in a permanent open state, and his eyes completely closed
53. >his eyes widen and he scrambles to sit up
54. >hooves fumble with the member, and Virgo aims his tip at...
55. >...oh, what the fuck...
56. >Virgo shoots his seed into the chocolate canister, all five hot, sticky blasts of it
57. >he pants as the euphoria subsides, and grabs a couple tissues from his bedstand to clean up his cock
58. >when he's all cleaned up, Virgo tosses the soiled tissues into the bin and picks up the chocolate-now-also-filled-with-cum jar
59. >Virgo, you sick, twisted (heh, pretzel joke) bastard...
60. >he mixes the white gunk in with a small spoon he produced from his desk, turning the mix to a lighter brown
62. >"Oh, yes...Anon is sure to enjoy this...heh, heh, heh..."
63. >he takes a less full bag of pretzels from his desk, and dips one into the fouled concoction
64. >and takes a bite
65. >"Not too bad, actually. Pretty good, if I do say so myself..."
66. >he reaches under his bed and pulls out a sizable box, and puts the pretzels and cumchocolate into it
67. >Virgo then takes out from beneath the bed his wrapping paper, all green and red with silver stars on it
68. >and he wraps the box up, putting a label and a gold bow onto the top
69. >"There, that should do it!"
70. >he puts the gift aside, turns off the light in the room, and goes to bed
71. >soon, the room is filled with the soft purr of a sleeping mothpony
72. >your stomach is feeling a bit put off by the sight of the chocolate cum
73. >Virgo must really get off on putting his ejaculate into other peoples food
74. >he practically did all that with no material to work with
75. >holding down your last meal, you slowly open the door to the closet and slip out on the treads of a rhinoceros pretending to be a bulldozer
76. >Virgo is out cold, though, and you sneak your way out the bedroom door
77. >he probably won't notice it's unlocked in the morning
78. >you make your way home, and go to sleep trying to forget what exactly you saw
79. >also trying to make your boner go away, but to no avail
81. ---
83. >It's Christmas morning
84. >you pop out of bed, about ready to burst into song, when you realize no one would hear it because you aren't on a Christmas special
85. >you hear a knocking at the front door just as you get on your lounging pajamas (the built-in onesie with the socks on it)
86. >you rush downstairs in holiday glee, and rip open the door only to see...
87. >...Virgo...
88. >"Good morning, Anonymous! I take it you had a good sleep?" he says, eyeing you a bit cautiously due to your excess holiday spirit
89. >he's holding the green-and-red present that he made last night
90. "Uh, hi, Virgo! What are you doing up this early?"
91. >"I just came over to give you your present. Figured you'd want it earlier than later."
92. "Oh! Yes, yes, thank you."
93. >he hands over the box
94. >you start to head back inside
95. >"Wait! I want to see the look on your face when you open it!"
96. >gah, shit
97. >you were just gonna toss it
98. "I-I, uh..."
99. >"Yeah, let's do this!..."
100. >Virgo shoves you inside to the kitchen, where there's plenty of space for wrappings and stuff
101. >"Go on, open it!"
102. >you tear open the present, revealing the pretzels and jar of chocolate
103. >you forgot how good pretzels with chocolate looked
104. "Wow, pretzels! Amazing, how long did it take you to buy these from the store?"
105. >he rolls his eyes
106. >"No, you dingus, that chocolate's homemade. Y'know. Made it myself, from scratch! Even added my own special ingredient." , he grins
107. >he looks proud of himself, with that huge smile on his face
109. "Well, thanks for the g-"
110. >"Aren't you gonna try some?"
111. >gah, double shit
112. "Uh, well, it's REEEEALY early, and I haven't had a proper meal yet, and..."
113. >he gives you his best puppydog eyes, and pouts a bit
114. >gah, triple shit sundae with a helping of ejaculate
115. "I, uh, guess I could try some..."
116. >you open the bag of pretzels and screw off the lid of the jar
117. >nervously, you take a salted twist out of the plastic bag slowly lower it into the chocolate, hand shaking all the way
118. >Virgo looks on with a giant smile on his face
119. >shakily, you move the pretzel covered in foul substance to your mouth
120. >and slowly...
121. >so slowly...
122. >put..
123. >it...in..
124. >...your...
125. >...mouth...
126. >you bite down, the sweetness and the saltiness of the two different substances exploding in to huge flavour waterfall
127. >the smooth texture and sweet saltiness of the chocolate!
128. >the crunchy feeling and pure saltiness of the pretzel!
129. >your mouth is in flavour heaven!
130. >it's been months since your last choco-pretzel, and you had forgotten the amazingness of it all!
131. >you stand, mouth agape at just how fucking delicious this chococum-covered pretzel twist is
132. "I-its...It's fucking amazing!"
133. >"I knew you'd like it!"
134. "But how...? Why is that the flavour of...?"
135. >Virgo's face is just one big grin
136. >"Secret ingredient, man! Always works."
137. >He waves goodbye and wanders out your door, leaving you to your choco-cum and pretzels
138. >you just stare, dumbfounded, at the jar
139. >you almost want to tell him off, but no...
140. >why get butthurt over something as delicious as this?
143. "...What the hell kind of cum is this guy shooting?!"
145. >whatever it's made of, Virgo's present was the sweetest that you ever got this Christmas
147. [END]

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>You are Anonymous, as you have always been >you also happen to be inside of Virgo's house >more specifically, his closet >you aren't here to watch him masturbate, or have sex with anybody, oh no... >what you are here for is much more devious: >finding out what he got you for Christmas >you see, it's Christmas Eve >and he said earlier that he'd get you something 'very sweet, but a bit salty'. >it's either one of two things: >his cum (which isn't ruled out yet on account of his mischievous quality) >or a package of chocolate covered pretzels >you really hope it's the pretzels >those fuckers are god-tier snacks >a sudden slam of the door takes you out of your salty dreams, and you peer through the slats in the closet door >it's Virgo >he walks into the room with a gigantic package of the glorious twists and a jar of chocolate, presumably for spread >holy shit, you were right >at least, on the pretzel theory >Virgo locks the door and lays the bag of pretzels on his desk >doesn't want anyone coming in on him while he prepares to wrap, you guess >still holding the chocolate jar, he hops over onto the bed and holds it above him, inspecting it as thoroughly as a Ministry of Admission inspector >making sure it's of the finest quality, he unscrews the lid and dips his long mothtongue into the brown mix >"Eeh, needs a bit more of a salt..." >so, as any moth is wont to do, he just gets up and OH WAIT NO THAT'S NOT GETTING SALT >THAT IS MASTURBATING >WHAT THE HELL, VIRGO >Virgo starts poking at his flaccid, black-tinted penis, and mumbling something about Hexferry >Goddamnit Virgo, this is no time for a wank! >soon his soldier is at full salute >well, so much for not watching him masturbate >it throbs slightly, and Virgo blushes a bit >but he reaches out with both hooves and starts to stroke it >welp >and here, you thought you were just going to get a sneak peek at your Christmas present >no such luck, though, giving that there's a stallion slapping the monkey right before your very eyes >it's not like it's giving you an erection or anyth- >Virgo starts making lewd faces, and moans of arousal escape his lips >fuck >your crotch-rocket punches you in the face >Christ, it's cramped in here, what kind of dumbass thought this was a good hiding place? >...you really need to think things through more >Virgo's stroking intensifies, sliding his hooves up and down, moving his foreskin across his main shaft, eliciting more noises... >and you also need to stop paying so much attention to things like this >"Mmmh...Ah~!..Ooh..." >seriously, Virgo? >the pain becomes intense in your nether regions >of all the days to wear tight jeans... >Virgo is now laying down on the bed, thrusting his cock through his hooves, precum leaking everywhere >his face is really red now, his mouth is in a permanent open state, and his eyes completely closed >his eyes widen and he scrambles to sit up >hooves fumble with the member, and Virgo aims his tip at... >...oh, what the fuck... >Virgo shoots his seed into the chocolate canister, all five hot, sticky blasts of it >he pants as the euphoria subsides, and grabs a couple tissues from his bedstand to clean up his cock >when he's all cleaned up, Virgo tosses the soiled tissues into the bin and picks up the chocolate-now-also-filled-with-cum jar >Virgo, you sick, twisted (heh, pretzel joke) bastard... >he mixes the white gunk in with a small spoon he produced from his desk, turning the mix to a lighter brown >"Oh, yes...Anon is sure to enjoy this...heh, heh, heh..." >he takes a less full bag of pretzels from his desk, and dips one into the fouled concoction >and takes a bite >"Not too bad, actually. Pretty good, if I do say so myself..." >he reaches under his bed and pulls out a sizable box, and puts the pretzels and cumchocolate into it >Virgo then takes out from beneath the bed his wrapping paper, all green and red with silver stars on it >and he wraps the box up, putting a label and a gold bow onto the top >"There, that should do it!" >he puts the gift aside, turns off the light in the room, and goes to bed >soon, the room is filled with the soft purr of a sleeping mothpony >your stomach is feeling a bit put off by the sight of the chocolate cum >Virgo must really get off on putting his ejaculate into other peoples food >he practically did all that with no material to work with >holding down your last meal, you slowly open the door to the closet and slip out on the treads of a rhinoceros pretending to be a bulldozer >Virgo is out cold, though, and you sneak your way out the bedroom door >he probably won't notice it's unlocked in the morning >you make your way home, and go to sleep trying to forget what exactly you saw >also trying to make your boner go away, but to no avail --- >It's Christmas morning >you pop out of bed, about ready to burst into song, when you realize no one would hear it because you aren't on a Christmas special >you hear a knocking at the front door just as you get on your lounging pajamas (the built-in onesie with the socks on it) >you rush downstairs in holiday glee, and rip open the door only to see... >...Virgo... >"Good morning, Anonymous! I take it you had a good sleep?" he says, eyeing you a bit cautiously due to your excess holiday spirit >he's holding the green-and-red present that he made last night "Uh, hi, Virgo! What are you doing up this early?" >"I just came over to give you your present. Figured you'd want it earlier than later." "Oh! Yes, yes, thank you." >he hands over the box >you start to head back inside >"Wait! I want to see the look on your face when you open it!" >gah, shit >you were just gonna toss it "I-I, uh..." >"Yeah, let's do this!..." >Virgo shoves you inside to the kitchen, where there's plenty of space for wrappings and stuff >"Go on, open it!" >you tear open the present, revealing the pretzels and jar of chocolate >you forgot how good pretzels with chocolate looked "Wow, pretzels! Amazing, how long did it take you to buy these from the store?" >he rolls his eyes >"No, you dingus, that chocolate's homemade. Y'know. Made it myself, from scratch! Even added my own special ingredient." , he grins >he looks proud of himself, with that huge smile on his face "Well, thanks for the g-" >"Aren't you gonna try some?" >gah, double shit "Uh, well, it's REEEEALY early, and I haven't had a proper meal yet, and..." >he gives you his best puppydog eyes, and pouts a bit >gah, triple shit sundae with a helping of ejaculate "I, uh, guess I could try some..." >you open the bag of pretzels and screw off the lid of the jar >nervously, you take a salted twist out of the plastic bag slowly lower it into the chocolate, hand shaking all the way >Virgo looks on with a giant smile on his face >shakily, you move the pretzel covered in foul substance to your mouth >and slowly... >so slowly... >put.. >it...in.. >...your... >...mouth... >you bite down, the sweetness and the saltiness of the two different substances exploding in to huge flavour waterfall >the smooth texture and sweet saltiness of the chocolate! >the crunchy feeling and pure saltiness of the pretzel! >your mouth is in flavour heaven! >it's been months since your last choco-pretzel, and you had forgotten the amazingness of it all! >you stand, mouth agape at just how fucking delicious this chococum-covered pretzel twist is "I-its...It's fucking amazing!" >"I knew you'd like it!" "But how...? Why is that the flavour of...?" >Virgo's face is just one big grin >"Secret ingredient, man! Always works." >He waves goodbye and wanders out your door, leaving you to your choco-cum and pretzels >you just stare, dumbfounded, at the jar >you almost want to tell him off, but no... >why get butthurt over something as delicious as this? "...What the hell kind of cum is this guy shooting?!" >whatever it's made of, Virgo's present was the sweetest that you ever got this Christmas [END]