"Anon's Corruption: Part 6 - Generosity (Clop)"
By Cerenth (https://pastebin.com/u/Cerenth)

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Created on: Wednesday 7th of November 2012 03:36:51 AM CDT
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Part 6
>You click your fingers one last time and with it turn the mane 6 back into themselves.
>However, in their minds, which you have now turned to your influence, you make them believe that they are you.

Part Rarity
>Be Rarity-Anon.
>You were just turned into a human for a while by the real Anon, whose character has taken a beastly turn for the worse.
>You must admit it was... Exhilarating having your horn moved down south.
>And so sensitive too!
>You almost wished you could finish yourself off, but Anon has transported you away with his chaos powers.
>Where are you?
>You’re in Ponyville spa.
>Well, at least that’s appropriate. Definitely more your style than confronting corrupt friends.
>You’re lying face down on a massage table, receiving a lovely walking back massage from one of the spa ponies.
>You look up from your bed to see... Rarity?
>She’s lying on the other table, a blissful look on her face as she receives expert treatment from Aloe.
>That must mean that you have Lotus tending to you.
>But what are you doing over there?
“R-rarity? What’s going on?”
>You’re shocked at the definitely manly voice that escapes your lips.
> How can you be in two places at once?
>”Oh, Anon, darling. Did you lose yourself there? I must admit I’ve fallen asleep whilst getting a massage as well. The twins here do know just how to rub a mare the right way...”
>She moans and dreamily flutters her eyelids.
>It all seems so familiar, and yet so alien.
>”Ooh, Mizz Rarity. Joo do flatter us!” Aloe responds in her Swedish accent.
>”Oh pish posh. Credit where credit is due, girls. If you weren’t so great, I wouldn’t keep coming back!”
>This is really starting to freak you out now.
>You’re starting to get tense, and the pony massaging you is going a little too far down for your liking.
>You’re not in the mood now to get poked and prodded in private places by a p0ny’s poker.
“Where are the girls? Where’s Fluttershy?” You ask, panic plain in your voice.
>”Why whatever do you mean, Anon? The girls are having a picnic today and we’re going to meet them after this. Why? Is something wrong?” Rarity responds, eyes now full of concern.
“Yes, something is wrong! Where’s Anon?”
>”I don’t understand, Anon. You’re right here.” Rarity seems annoyed by your seemingly nonsensical question. “Now calm down! You’re going to build up knots of tension and ruin your entire treatment!”
>No, you can’t calm down. You need to help your friends.
>”Ach. I knoo. I kan feel ztress all ofer his body.” Your masseuse squeaks out in an unconvincing German accent.
>That’s not Lotus’ voice.
>You prop yourself up suddenly, starting the other ponies in the room.
>Oh no.
>Now you remember.
>This is a memory from long ago, when Anon was just getting settled into Ponyville.
>Your masseuse is none other than Fluttershy dressed in a giant white afro wig, lab coat and fake glasses and moustache.
>Your guts turn to ice.
>You remember exactly what happened here.
“N-no! Fluttershy! Stay away!”
>Now Rarity is really confused.
>”Fluttershy? Whatever are you talking about dear? Do you mean Dr Vlootershink? She’s a high class masseuse flown in just for today’s treatment. She heard about you and just had to practice her massage skills on such a rare and exotic species. Now, calm down and let her do her work.” Rarity explains, with a bit of an edge to her voice at the end.
>But you just stare up in horror at Fluttershy.
>It’s quite clearly Fluttershy too.
>It’s not fooling you at all.
>You remember this day.
>You were so gullible and naive. 
>You believed that bullshit that she fed you.
>You were convinced by the stupid fake act.
>But Anon wasn’t.
>And you aren’t now.
>Fluttershy recomposes herself and tries to approach the table you’re lying on.
>You scramble backwards in a reflexive fear response.
>You fall off the table.
>You clutch at anything you can grab to stable yourself.
>You only manage to grab the paper covering the table.
“N-no! Get her away from me! Stay back!”
>Your heart races at speeds that are alien to you, but you know it isn’t good.
>You are hyperventilating, and your pupils have shrunk to tiny dots.
>She’s right there! How could Rarity be so blind?!
>And then you go slack.
>You levitate back onto the table, still paralyzed.
>You look over to your right to see Rarity’s horn glowing.
>She cast a paralysis spell on you.
>”Anon, I just don’t know what’s gotten into you! Yes, ok. Maybe Dr Vlootershink should have introduced herself before starting your massage, but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you to have a world class masseuse. Shows what I get for my generosity. I will not allow you to ruin this chance. Now lie there and relax.”
>You stare weakly at her.
>You want to walk over to her and punch your smug face for being so stupid.
>Fluttershy walks over to you and resets your head in the hole in the table, so that you’re looking straight down.
>However, now you can see that the mare is leaving a small puddle behind herself, glistening in the light of the heat lamps.
>You can also see that she has lotion under the table.
>Under YOUR table, and not under the other one.
>”Oh Mizz Rarity, your massage is done.” Aloe announces.
>”Excellent. Well, Anon, I’ll be going for my mud bath now. Be a good boy and enjoy my gift to you, won’t you?”
>You have nothing but hate for yourself right now. 
>No wonder Anon never comes to visit you anymore after this...
>Two sets of hooves leave the room and you’re left with Fluttershy.
>She immediately ditches the disguise and flips you over onto your back.
>”Oh! This must be my lucky day! Now I get to have as much fun with you as I want, Anon! yay.”
>Fluttershy clops her hooves together softly in cheer.
>She leans her front hooves on the table and leans in close to your cock.
>She takes a deep sniff.
>It makes you want to hurl.
>All you can do is look at her, pleading internally for her to stop.
>It doesn’t work. 
>She lifts a forehoof and starts stroking your flaccid penis.
>But while your motor system doesn’t work, your pleasure receptors still do.
>You manage a squeaking moan in protest.
>”Ooh. You like that, big boy?”
>No! Not at all!
>She takes your squeaks of protest as a sign of a good job and starts rubbing harder.
>Soon your boner has made a full appearance and her soft hoof becomes so sensitive on your head.
>”Oh! What’s this? A present for me? How generous!” She giggles.
>She engulfs your member in her mouth and bobs her head up and down.
>Her tongue swirls around your head. It’s so dextrous it’s driving you crazy.
>You’re disgusted that this is happening.
>You never asked for this. 
>How could Rarity leave you here with this monster?
>All in the name of “generosity?”
>Some gift.
>You’re snapped out of your thought by Fluttershy changing pace.
>She runs her tongue up and down the underside of your member, pausing at the tip of the head to flick her tongue up and down.
>The sensation is maddening! It tingles all the way down to your balls.
>Any more of that and you’re going to cum.
>Part of you wants the rape to be over and done with, and the other part wants her to continue.
>It feels so good, and yet it digusts you.
>You’re a human. She’s a p0ny.
>It’s not right.
>Wait, why?
>Because I say so, that’s why!
>And here we have it.
>This is Anon’s memory of the event.
>You’re not feeling your own disgust, you’re feeling his.
>This is part of a hallucination.
>You’re snapped back to “reality” by Fluttershy releasing your dick from her mouth with a loud pop.
>”Y-you’re so... big!” She stammers.
>”I hope it’ll fit...”
>She climbs onto the table and positions her marehood over you.
>She very slowly starts to lower herself onto your rod, but as soon as it touches her,
>”Eep!”
>She recoils and stands back up, leaving a shimmering strand of marejuice between you and her, connected at your most private places.
>”N-no. I can do this. Just be assertive, Fluttershy.” 
>She gets a determined look on her face and lowers herself once again.
>She gets you to the entrance to her pussy again and hesitates before plunging you deep into her hot, juicy depths.
>”Ahn! A-Anon I’m c-c-c...”
>A flood of more marejuice splashes out from her pussy and all over your legs.
>She orgasmed right there and then just from you being inside her.
>And you’re not far away either.
>She’s so warm and wrapped entirely around your member now. 
>It feels like your dick is going to melt.
>Fluttershy regains her composure as she plateaus after her orgasm.
>”I-I’m going to make you feel good, Anon. Don’t hold back, ok?”
>She repositions her hind legs to get a better grip on the table, and positions her front hooves on your chest.
>She’s so light, and from here you can see every expression on her face.
>She’s making a cute little “O” with her mouth, and you can smell her perfumed hair from here.
>She slowly starts moving her rump up and down, sending you in and out.
>With each upstroke she clenches, milking your cock for your seed.
>If you were enjoying it before, this kind of control is about to send you off the edge.
>Fluttershy is enjoying it too, panting and grunting as she pleasures herself off you.
>You’re still paralyzed, and no matter how much instinct is telling you to thrust your hips or shove her off you, you can do neither. 
>”Anon! Again! Harder!” She screams.
>She starts pumping faster, driving you in and out like a piston.
>You can’t take much more of this, and soon she cries out,
>”Yes! Yes! Hnnngh... AAAAAAH~!”
>She holds herself on the upstroke as her orgasm plays out.
>Her eyes roll back in her head, and her tongue lies hanging out the corner of her mouth.
>Her pussy is clenching you so tight it feels like it’s about to cut your dick off.
>And with that you release into her.
>She collapses onto you, driving your penis deep inside her one last time.
>She leaves you in as you grow flaccid, wings still at attention, a look of complete bliss on her face.
>Eventually the afterglow fades, and the shame kicks in.
>”That was amazing, Anon! You’re so good in bed. I bet you didn’t expect your massage to end with a happy ending, did you?”
>You can’t bring yourself to look at her.
>”Now, don’t go telling anyp0ny about this, ok? Let’s keep it between us. Just my way of making sure you don’t get lonely. I’ll see you around!”
>With a smile on her face and a spring in her step she leaves.
>Long after the paralysis spell fades, you lie on the bed, staining it with your tears.

>In Canterlot castle, Anon weeps as Rarity fades to grey.