BluntTongs-Blunt Tongue

>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

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>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."