"Celestia and DealerAnon Pt. 15"
By smeg (https://pastebin.com/u/smeg)

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Created on: Wednesday 26th of November 2014 09:31:04 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 08:06:03 AM UTC


>Finding something that fit her was turning out to be quite a challenge
>Most were too big, some were too worn, others weren't a suitable color-
>Wait
>Why do you even care this much?
>She's just a guest, after all
>Somehow you still feel that you should find something at least remotely nice for her
>Going through your wardrobe proved to be a long-winded process
>Then again, you might just be too picky
>Band shirts? No
>Print tees? Nah
>Baggy jeans? Not her style
>Sweatpants? Never
>The dull sound of rushing water from the shower suddenly ends, replaced by her melodic voice
>''Anon? I can't find the clothes.''
''Uh, yeah, just wait there, okay?''
>Fuck it
>She'll have to do with Lonsdale and shorts for now
>They were old gym wear from way back, and you had outgrown them a while ago
>Grabbing the clothes, you rush out of the bedroom towards the shower
''Hey, yo, I found someth-''
>Your speech is interrupted by the sight of Celestia, draped in nothing but your towel
>Taking in her form, at this moment, your dong decides to start expanding once again
>Sadly, you are wearing sweatpants
>Think fast
''Hey, uh, I found these, should be about your size and all, so yeah.''
>You babble on with a nervous smile, desperately needing some time to cool down
>Her coming closer didn't help, mist rising off her almost naked form
>The scent of your shower gel mixing with her perfume was intoxicating
''Uh. Here.''
>You robotically hold the clothes out to her, unable to take your eyes off her bare shoulders and collarbone
>Somehow she looks so delicate, so soft despite her age
>On the other hand, you have no idea how old she is, but she looks twenty-five at most
>A hot twenty fiver at that
>Holding her towel up with one hand, she grasps the offered clothes
''Ooh.''
>Her features adopt a tinge of concern, and her soft pink lips part, as if in slow-motion
>''Anon? Are you okay?''
''Oh? Oh, yeah, I'm okay! Never better!''
>''Are you sure? You're looking a little, well, odd.''
>You give her your best prize-winning smile and nod
''Oh, I'm good. No worries. Yeah.''
>Honestly, you have a reason to look odd
>The space between her defined collarbone and the soft curve marking the beginning of her breasts is definitely eye-catching
>You find yourself thinking just what you would do to her if you had the chance
>The way you'd undress her, trailing soft kisses down her body, from her neck and shoulders, to her breasts, down her stomach, down the insides of her thighs
>And then moving back upward, not stopping until you'd reach the most prized spot on a woman's body
>The way she'd moan your name in delight, as you'd slowly, lovingly take her, your movements slowly turning rougher, more violent
>Pulling her by her hair from behind, pressing your body to her naked form, finally reaching a shuddering climax deep inside her, both of you calling out in the night
>Oh God
>And there she is, mere feet from you, wearing nothing but a towel and waving her hand in front of your face with a concerned look on her face
>''Anon, are you sure you're okay?''
''Hummfgh.''
>''You've been spacing out for a minute now. Should I call an ambulance? Is it your ribs?''
''Oh? Uh, no, no need! I'm just a bit tired, is all.''
>You notice that your mouth has mysteriously dried up, almost thatch-like in quality
>And that isn't helped by the hand holding up the towel slipping.
>With something almost like a crash, the towel previously covering her naked body cascades to the floor
>Your mouth falls open, as if of it's own accord, and you find yourself drawing a deep, shuddering breath
>She is even more beautiful than you ever imagined, and you find your gaze wandering across her body
>The gentle curve of her ample chest, small pink nipples peeking out
>Her slim waist, wide hips, and cute belly button, the small intrusion flanked by firm abdominal muscles
>Her silky smooth legs, firm with just a hint of fat, and what you swear is a slight thigh gap
>And there, sitting above her tiny snatch, a small tuft of neatly trimmed hair, colored identically to her hair
>In just a moment, you have assembled enough material to fill your mental fap folder for months to come
>''Oh! Oh dear, my hand slipped, I'll just get this…''
>She crouches to retrieve her towel, and when she stands again and starts wrapping the towel around herself, you notice an almost tomato-like blush on her face
>God fucking damn it, it's been way too long
''Hnng.''
>''Dear me, I don't know what happened! I just, just-''
>She trails off in an incredibly nervous giggle and looks away
''So, uh…''
>''Yes?''
''Is that dyed?''
>Without a word, she slams the door in your face, taking the clothes with her
>You fucking idiot