Playing House Part Three

 

 

>The walk home was long and painful.

>And not jut because you got ridden by Rarfilly. You still had to bring a bunch of shit in sacks all the way home.

>Back hurt like hell.

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>You finally arrive home, tired, both physically and mentally.

>The sun is hanging low in the sky. Seems Celestia is finally doing some work.

>You open the door, and head in, Rarfilly right behind you. You hadn't said anything to her all the way home.  

>Don't even want to look at her.

>"Hello sweetie! How was it?" Fluttershy asks cheerily.

"It was.......interesting."

>She flutters over and gives you a peck in the cheek. You scowl at her.

"Care to help me put away the food?"

>You are barely able to keep the rustled jimmies from opening up a can of whoop ass on Flutters.

>Don't worry jimmies. We'll get her. But not in front of the others.

>Alright....

>You drag everything into the kitchen, and begin throwing it into your fridge, as Yellowquiet stacks the cans in the cabinet.

>You finish, and turn to Fluttershy.

"Honey. We need to talk."

>She turns, and looks surprised.

>What is it dearest?"

 

You know damn well what I mean.

>I swear to god, if she pretends to act surprised, I'm gonna kill her.

>"I have no idea what your talking about!"

>You grab her throat in one hand, and bring the right up, ready to bitch slap this girl all the way to the moon.

>"Daddy, what are you doing?"

>You and Fluttershy turn simultaneously, and see Pinkfilly staring at you.

"Oh nothing Pinkie! Right," you clench your hand a bit tighter, "dearest?"

>"Oh yes! Now run along!"

>Pinkfilly hops away, back to the living room.

>You lean in close, and whisper in Fluttershy's ear,

"This isn't over."

>You drop her, and go back to the fridge.

>You grab your emergency spare bottle of vodka, and go back into the living room.

>The fillys are watching some kids movie on your projector, and Flutters is reading a book.

>You sit down in your Lazy-Colt chair, and begin to take your "medication".

>About halfway through the bottle, you check the time.

"Alright girls! Its 9:30! Bed time!"

>You may be a bit tipsy, but lucky for you, Berry punch taught you a few things on how to keep it cool.

>"Awwww!" they all complain. A chorus of "Five more minutes!" rang out.

"Nope! Bedtime!"

>They all begin to trot upstairs, followed by Fluttershy, scooting them along.

>You return your "medication" to the "medicine cabinet", and head upstairs, ready to forget the day.

>You open the door to you room, and see everyone piled into your bed.

>Yo dumbass!

What is it brain.

>You only have one bed, remember?

Thanks.

>Eat my dick!

Brain can be a dick when drunk.

>You shuffle to the bed, and gently pick up Twifilly and Pinkfilly, and move them over.

>You lay down, and pull the covers over yourself.

>You begin to drift off, but feel something press against you.

>You turn over, and see Rainbowfilly snuggled into you.

>You turn over, and wrap her in a hug.

>You feel sleep begin to take hold.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

>As you awake, the suns warm rays beat down on your face, feeling like a money shot straight from Celestia's dick.

Brain, you make terrible analogies.

>Bitch you tried to kill me with alcohol.

>You turn over, and see Fluttershy snuggled with Rarfilly and Twifilly.

>Applefilly, Pinkfilly, and Rainbowfilly are snuggled near you.

>You gently step off the bed, and sneak downstairs.

>You set the coffee maker, and grab the paper from outside.

>As you sit down with your finished coffee, you hear a stampede of hooves go down the stairs.

"It's to early for this shit."

>You down the entire cup of coffee, and turn to see all the fillies have run into the kitchen, and are excitedly jumping up and down.

"Morning girls. What's up?"

>They all chant "We want pancakes!"

>You sigh, and put on your "Worlds Best Anon" apron, and get to work.

>About an hour later, everyp0ny has eaten there pancakes, has done their dishes, and are now doing fully things.

>Fluttershy showed up when you were still making the mix, but just sat there and watched.

>You're all sitting in the living room now. Fluttershy is snuggled with you, you trying to ignore it, and the fillies are playing about.

>Rainbowfilly stops playing, and walks toward you.

>"Hey dad? Can we go play outside? I wanna make my wings big and strong, like Mommy."

>You remember yesterday, and are cautious to say anything.

>Fluttershy pipes up, and says "He'd love to!"

>Rainbowfilly bounces up and down, and begins to run around the room.

>You give Fluttershy the death glare, and reluctantly put on your shoes.

>She's all excited, and you'd feel like a dick if you didn't go now.

>You head outside, and ask Rainbow

"So, where we going?"

>She begins to fly ahead, and says "Follow me daddy!"

>You reluctantly begin to follow her, and you head towards the apple orchard of Sweet Apple Acres.

>Your jimmies are rerustled as you remember what Applefilly did to you.

>You finally catch up with Rainbow, and see she's come to a stop in a clearing with a tire swing.

>She hops into it and shouts "Gimme a push!"

>You walk over, and give her a shove.

>She squeals and laughs, and you even find yourself having a good time,sighing alone with her.

>After about 30 minutes, she hops off, and asks "Do you wanna ride daddy?"

>You look at the tire swing. This thing is smaller than a dead ponies anus.

Thanks brain.

>Blow me.

"I don't know..."

>She pouts, and says "But how am i supposed to get big and strong?"

>You look down at the ground.

Ah fuck it.

>You walk over, and lift up your leg to try and squeeze in.

>Rainbow swoops over and smacks your leg.

>"Not like that! Your arms hafta go first! Like the Wonderbolts!"

>Still likes em, even as a kid.

>You don't like where this is going though  You don't wanna get raped again.

>You lean your head, and peer through the hole.

"I don't think I'll fi-OOF!"

>You feel a pair of hooves kick you square in the ass, and are propelled straight into the tire.

>Your head and shoulders pass through, but you stop about halfway through, arms pinned at your sides.

>The swing is just high enough that you're able stand, but with your ass hanging in the air.

>At least your dick is relatively safe!

Shut up brain.

"Rainbow! What the hell?!?!"

>You spin yourself around, but see only a stirring of leaves where she was seconds ago.  

Well shit.

>Your stuck in this tire swing, too far away from anyp0ny to hear your cries for help.

>You begin to space out, when you hear a think behind you.

>Rainbow has finally returned, but sporting some weird pants thi-OH JESUS!

>Around her waist, is a huge fucking strap-on.

>This thing is sky blue, at least 12 inches long, and is shaped oddly like your dick.

>Your jimmies are now non existent, they've been rustled so bad.

>The other end is inserted into her fillyhood, and she's already dripping.

"What's going on sport?"

>She looks sheepishly at you, her fad even redder, and says "Nothing much."

"Why'd you stick me in the tire swing?"

>She trots forward, giving you bedroom eyes; and says "It's supposed to help."

>Your gonna be butt raped.

You think I don't know that brain!

>You laugh nervously, and stutter out

"Now honey, whatever mommy told you, it was all a joke!"

>She trots even closer, so that you nose to nose.

>She leans in and whispers in your ear "Open wide, or it's gonna hurt even worse."

>Well, we're fucked.

Yep.

>She flaps her wings, and hovers near your head.

>"Open wide!"

>You simply stare at her. No way your going with this willingly.

>"Alright, it's the hard way I guess." she reaches up, and plugs your nose with her hooves.

>You hold your breath for as long as possible, but you eventually have to take a breath.

>When you gasp for air, she immediately jams the strap on down your throat, and begins face fucking you.

>You try to resist. You attempt to move your head around, but she grabs it and holds it still.

>You try to spit it out, but she's to far in.

>Finally, after getting her dick all lubed up, she pulls out.

>You gasp for air, and try to reason with her.

"Whatever she said, she was lying. Just please, don't do this."

>Wordlessly, she spins the swing around, and grabs your pants.

>She yanks down your pants and boxers, and begins to spread your cheeks.

>Sweet jesus, this is happening.

Goodbye anal virginity.

>She lines herself up, and thrusts, going to the hilt.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!"

>The pain is immense. Your ass will be sore for weeks.

>But past that, you feel some sort of dark pleasure, that makes this whole ordeal even worse.

>She pulls out, and thrusts back in, making a slapping noise.

>You can't even scream, whether from pleasure or pain, anymore. You just keep your mouth in a giant O.

>She picks up the pace, and begins to talk dirty to you.

>"Oh yeah. You like it like this, don't you daddy?"

>No words can describe this horror. Your even at half mast.

>She begins slamming into you, doing the tango with your prostate, eliciting moans from you.

>Soon, your both moaning like zombies, and you can feel your close to orgasm.

>Sir, this is really fucked up.

"Ahhh!"

>Great. Your even more useless.

>You beginfeel that familiar and unwanted sensation in your balls as Rainbow continues to wreck your anus.

"Oh god Rainbow! I'm...I'm..."

>You explode all over the ground, and you feel Rainbow give one last thrust.

>You feel her juices on your legs, and she gives one last final "Ohhhh!"

>She slumps on the ground, while you still are stuck in the stupid swing.

>After a minute, she calms her breathing, and helps you wiggle free from the tree.

>You yank up your pants, and just stare at her as she flies-a bit drunkly I might add- back toward home.

>You, yet again, begin the long limp home.