BluntTongs-Virgo's Sweet Gift

>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

 

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>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

 

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