Title:           Green-Haired Girl Green that Makes Me Green with Envy
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Monday 7th of December 2015 05:27:09 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 7th of December 2015 05:27:09 PM CDT

>Anon glances across to the green haired girl that has addressed him out of the blue.
>Pulling an earbud out, Anon glances around, before pointing to himself with a quizzical expression. The girl nods, smiling.
>Anon looks the girl up and down. She's wearing a uniform he doesn't recognize, so she must not go to his school, but she seems nice.
"Oh, umm, my friend Vinyl made this mix for me. She's a DJ. Mostly her stuff."
>Anon gives the girl an awkward smile. She nods, pulling at her skirt distractedly. 'White.' Anon's mind informs him as the girl's skirt rides up slightly as she fidgets.
>"I'm Lemon. You go to Ponyville, huh?"
>Anon nods, reaching across the aisle to offer his hand in a shake. Lemon accepts with a slight hesitation.
"Anon, and you don't, huh? I didn't think I recognized that uniform. Where do you go?"
>Lemon glances around. If Anon was a betting man he'd swear she was nervous, but eventually she looks back at him and mutters, "Crystal Prep..." Anon nods knowingly, muttering in the affirmative.
"Never heard of it. Oh, well."
>Lemon stares at Anon incredulously. He starts to fidget a little himself under the scrutiny, and decides to change the subject.
"So, what are YOU listening to, Lemon?"
>'Nice save, swaglord,' Anon thinks to himself. This seems to serve well enough, however, as Lemon breaks off her stare with a blush and looks down at her iPod. She fiddles with it for a second, then slips her headphones from around her neck and offers them to him.
>Anon shrugs, taking the headphones from her. Their fingers brush against each others as Lemon hands them off to him, but he manages not to blush too furiously at the unexpected contact.
>'That's weird,' Anon thinks to himself as he settles the headphones over his ears. He might not exactly be some kind of Casanova, but it's unusual for him to react so strongly to such a casual touch. As he's considering this, Lemon hits the play button.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQ8LkOwWfaw [Embed]
 
>Anon lurches back slightly as the heavy guitar riffs assault his ears. This wasn't what he'd been expecting. As he gets used to it, his head starts to bob to the music however.
>Anon glances up at Lemon, seeing a slightly hopeful yet worried expression on her face. Anon smiles, giving her a thumbs up before hunching forward and closing his eyes to focus on the music. As the song comes to an end, he opens his eyes and looks up at a happily smiling Lemon.
"That's pretty good. Who is it? I'm pretty sure I haven't heard them before."
>Anon handed the headphones back to Lemon, not surprised this time as his fingers slid lightly down hers. He was pretty sure any outward signs were hidden, but he couldn't hide the fact that his heartbeat had kicked up a notch from himself.
>"Oh, that's Sepultura. They're pretty heavy, right dude? They're pretty ancient, but, a lot of the best stuff came out before we were born, right?" She nods repeatedly while saying this, her headphones clutched tightly in her lap. Anon shrugs, not particularly disagreeing.
"Sure, I guess. I'd say there's still plenty of good stuff coming out now, though. You just have to wade through the garbage and pick out the gems."
>"Totally, but there's just so much garbage..." Lemon waves her hand in front of her face, as if she was trying to clear away a foul stench. She looks back at Anon and chuckles.
>That's definitely not the laugh Anon expected. It's deep and throaty, and a little wild. 'Hot.' Anon thinks to himself as his heartbeat kicks up a little more.
>"So, I shared. It's your turn, Anon." Lemon gestured impatiently toward Anon's iPod. Which was currently in his lap. Anon's mind started going to strange, inappropriate places as he scrolled through his songs, looking for something she might like. The fact that a cute girl was basically making hurry up gestures at his junk wasn't lost on him. Finally finding something that might suit her tastes, he glanced up.
 
"Mind if I borrow your headphones?" Anon asks while unplugging his earbuds. Looking at them critically, Anon finds what he suspected might be there. He holds them up. "Earwax..."
>"Ha, gross." Lemon laughs as she unplugs her headphones and hands the plug over to Anon. He jacks the plug into his iPod as she settles them over her ears. Anon hits the play button.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmfzWpp0hMc [Embed]
 
>Lemon nods along, lightly banging her head, the complicated rhythms and intricate riffs intriguing her.
>Anon finds his gaze drawn to her lap again as she taps out the rhythm on her skirt, her fingers fluttering over the fabric.
"Cute..." >Anon mutters as he watches her tongue poke out of the corner of her mouth in concentration.
>Lemon's head snaps up at this, blushing furiously. Anon looks at her, unable to figure out how she heard him, until he glances back down to his iPod, noticing the song ended just as he spoke up.
>Anon stares at Lemon like a dear caught in headlights. his mind works furiously for a way out of this extremely embarrassing situation. He slowly unplugs her headphones from his iPod, unsure what to do.
>Lemon is obviously flustered, her cheeks red as she huffs slightly. Anon feels the bus slowing down, and casts a surreptitious glance out the window.
"Nice meeting you lemon gotta go bye this is my stop!"
>Anon suddenly bursts into motion, spaghetti flying in all directions as he dives out the open door, combat rolling onto his feet and sprinting down the street.
>'Only three blocks to school.' Anon thinks to himself. He glances back to see Lemon exit the bus in hot pursuit. Putting on another burst of speed, he gets into a comfortable run.
>He's no Rainbow Dash, but he IS a member of the track team. Anon's fairly confident he can outrun her.
>Unfortunately, as he glances back, he notices he's probably wrong. Legs and arms pumping rhythmically, Lemon's already covered most of the gap between them, with a furious look on her face.
 
 
>'One more block...' Anon thinks as he kicks into a full sprint, barely keeping what little lead he has left.
>He can almost imagine that he can hear Lemon's measured grunts as she starts gaining on him again.
>She's close enough that he knows glancing back to see just HOW close could cost him the speed that was barely keeping him ahead of her.
>'Shitshitshit...' Anon's thoughts were chaotic, fight or flight having settled on the latter in his hindbrain. As he approached the school, however, he saw a familiar grey hairstyle that gave him hope.
"Shitshitshit Octavia help!"
>Anon shot past the surprised girl onto school grounds, only to be immediately tackled by Lemon.
>They rolled across the lawn, Lemon somehow maneuvering so that when they came to a stop she was straddling Anon, her arms pinning his to the ground.
>'Shit, she's really fit.' Anon thought as he struggled under her. The furious grin on her face was terrifying. Wait, grin...?
>Lemon leaned down so that her face was inches away from his. That sadistic grin never left her face as she whispered, "You're pretty cute, yourself."
>Then she leaned all the way down and pecked him on the lips.
"Wha-?"
>That was all he managed before Lemon was hauled bodily off him with an outraged squawk.
>Octavia spun the girl around, shoving her gently to keep her off balance and backpedaling until she was all the way off campus.
>"What is this all about, Preppy? That happens to be my friend you were assaulting." Octavia growled out. As the flustered Lemon tried to collect herself, a veritable wall of Ponyville students slowly coalesced behind Octavia.
>"Hey, I was just-" Octavia cut her off.
>"Leaving." Lemon wilted under Octavia's stern glare. She glanced past her to Anon, who was just picking himself up off the ground, a bewildered expression on his face.
 
 
>"You're mine, Anon! Sooner or later, I'm gonna get you dude!" With that parting shot, Lemon turns around and walks off, straightening her disheveled uniform.
>Octavia walks back over to Anon, dusting him off. "What the hell was that about, Anon?"
"I'm, not really sure, myself."
>Anon absently brings a hand up to his recently kissed lips. Octavia glances at him, a worried expression on her face.
>"Well, you should probably stay clear of those Crystal Prep students. Our schools have something of an, unfriendly rivalry, shall we say?"
>Anon mutters something in the affirmative, still a bit shook up from the tackle. And other things.
>Anon wanders off toward the school building, a still worried looking Octavia left watching him go.
>Anon spends the rest of the day in something of a daze. He manages to make it to all his classes, barely, but track practice is a complete wash.
>As Anon picks himself up from the third hurdle he doesn't quite manage to hurdle, the Coach walks over to him.
>"Your head's not in the game, Anon. Hit the showers. I'm keeping you late tomorrow to make up for it, though, so straighten up and fly right by then, yeah?"
>Anon gives a grimace and nods to the Coach, pulling the hurdle back upright before he heads into the locker room.
"Man, what a day. That lemon..."
>Anon mutters to himself as he strips down and walks into the shower room.
>Turning a shower on, he walks back into the locker room to grab some soap, letting the intervening time heat up the water,
>While he washes himself, his mind plays over the scene from that morning, and the expression on Lemon's face.
>'You're mine... That's what she said. She didn't look angry. She looked... Hungry?'
 
 
>Anon thinks about the events of that morning, the water streaming over him.
>Lemon had seemed nice, they hit it off okay. She was a cute girl, as his stupid mouth could and had attested to.
>She was more than a little interesting to him. She was a barrel of contradictions, and he wouldn't mind sorting that puzzle out.
>Then there was the panty shot she'd (inadvertently?) given him, and that kiss...
>It had just been a peck on the lips, but Anon was sure that had just been the tip of the iceberg. As his mind clears Anon starts to wish Octavia hadn't been so quick to come to his rescue.
>Anon also gets a clearer mental picture of exactly how Lemon had been holding him down, and what she had been wearing at the time.
>'She was practically riding me like a cowgirl!'
>Anon continues running the circumstances through his head,absently washing himself, and so doesn't notice as a few more boys get done with practice.
>Lost in thought, Anon doesn't notice as the boys enter the showers. Among them is a friend of his, Flash Sentry. Noticing Anon still showering after getting let out early, he walks over to find out what's up.
>As Flash gets closer, Anon turns to the side, and Flash is shocked to see that Anon is sporting a raging boner.
>Flash takes an unconscious step back, but then realizes this is epic prank material.
>Flash creeps silently up behind the oblivious Anon, slowly reaching out to the shower fixture.
>"Jeez Anon, put that thing away before you put somebody's eye out." Flash says casually as he flips the shower from steaming hot to full blast cold.
>Anon comes back to reality just in time to receive the full dose from the freezing cold shower.
 
"-And we will never speak of this again." Anon says, rubbing his smarting fist as he looks down at the sprawled out Flash.
>"Hey, you got it Anon. No mentioning you popped a stiffy in the boys showers. And definitely no mentioning that you scream like a little school girl..."
 
>Anon Glowers down at Flash for a few more more moments, cracking his knuckles.
"Seriously, Flash, I will hurt you."
>Flash cringes slightly, but nods with a nervous chuckle. "Okay, okay, easy tiger. My lips are sealed." Anon sighs in relief, reaching a hand down and pulling Flash up when he grasps it.
>Flash grunts as he regains his feet, putting a ginger hand to his ribs.
>"You've got a mean hook, man. I wouldn't have expected it, heh."
>Flash then leans in toward Anon conspiratorily. "So, what got you all hot under the collar, eh Anon? You finally got the hots for someone?"
>Anon sighs. Flash had been one of the first friends he'd made when he transferred in this year, and nearly from the first day he'd been trying to hook him up.
>"Come on Anon, I can tell. Who's the lucky girl?" Flash elbows him in the ribs lightly, egging him on.
>Anon knew this could go on for days, so he figures he'll get it out of the way.
"Well, actually, I met this girl from Crystal Prep today..."
>Anon is surprised when Flash grimaces, holding up a hand.
>"Anon, that's a bad move. Those Preps are bad news. It's your call, but if you date a Preppy, you're going to catch hell."
>Anon looks at Flash incredulously.
"Umm, why? Octavia said something about an unfriendly rivalry, but that's ridiculous."
>Anon watches as Flash motions him closer. He leans in.
>"Rumor has it, they killed some girl from here."
"Bullshit."
>"Umm, They kidnapped and brainwashed some kids?"
>Anon is moments away from slapping Flash.
"Try again."
>Flash grins. "Okay, okay, so they poached some really good athletes from here because their academic program is more 'highly regarded'. Plus, they're jerks, right?"
>Anon sighs, brings his hand up and rubs his forehead.
"That's fucking stupid."
>Flash shrugs. "I don't make the rules, Anon. This has been going on for a long time." Flash looks at Anon with a bit of concern. "Look, do what you want, but if you date a preppy you keep it on the down low..."
 
 
>Anon frowns. He looks at Flash, but he seems serious.
"Flash, Lem-"
>Flash cuts him off with an exaggerated yelp."No names! Plausible deniability! I know natheeeng!"
>Anon looks on incredulously as Flash scampers out of the shower room, his hands covering his ears.
"Flash, you are a strange guy." Anon mutters, but can't help but chuckle at his friends antics.
>Anon's mood quickly darkens as he starts to contemplate what Flash has told him.
"Bullshit..."
>Anon shakes his head, walking back out into the locker room to grab his towel and dry off. He quickly changes into his street clothes and leaves the gym.
>Anon walks across campus, absently waving to a few friends, lost in thought again.
>Anon isn't sure what to think. Would his friends really disapprove of a girl he liked just because she went to Crystal prep?
>'Probably, at least as far as some of them go.'
>Anon is having a hard time believing that something so stupid could influence people, but a nagging voice in his head reminds him that far stupider things have caused far worse.
>Anon ponders this as he walks to the bus terminal and notes that it's just pulling up.
"Well, fuck that, I like who I like." Anon mutters to himself as he steps onto the bus.
>"Funny, that, so do I." Anon jerks his head up at the familiar voice, then feels arms slide around his neck. He's dragged sideways into a seat, where the arms settle into a firm headlock.
"Umm, hi again, Lemon."
>Anon tries to break the hold, but Lemon's grip is solid. She's got him good. Suddenly, Anon feels legs wrap around his waist, and sees that Lemon has locked her ankles around him.
>"Comfy? Good." Lemon moves on without waiting for a reply from Anon. "So, what the hell was the big Idea sicking that Silverback on me this morning, dude?"
>Anon is taken aback for a moment.
"Silverback? What are you talking about?"
>Anon winces slightly as Lemon adjusts her grip. "The freakishly strong Gorilla woman with the grey hair?"
 
 
>Anon thinks for a moment, then bursts out laughing. Lemon shifts around behind him.
>"Dude, interrogation here? You're totally ruining the ambiance."
>Anon can hear the pout in her voice, and tries to stifle his laughter.
"Sorry, sorry, just, picturing Octavia as a Gorilla struck me as hilarious. She's so prim and proper, it's like a total dichotomy."
>Anon manages to quiet his chuckles finally, just as Lemon relaxes her headlock on him, instead letting her arms fall over his shoulders and cross over his chest.
>Anon gulps. He feels like the situation has suddenly gone from tense to strangely intimate.
>"Well, she didn't seem all that prim and proper when she bodily picked me up and shoved me around like a kindergartener." Lemon grouses.
"She thought you were trying to kick my ass. I thought you were trying to kick my ass, at first anyway."
>Anon hears Lemon scoff. "For calling me cute? What kind of girls are you hanging out with, Anon?"
>Anon freezes up for a moment as he feels Lemon rest her chin on his collarbone. He glances over to see her smirking at him.
>Anon shrugs, fleeting thoughts of Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Vinyl Scratch run through his minds eye.
"Eh, I guess I run with a rough crowd?"
>Lemon raises an eyebrow at this, but let's it pass. "Right, well, let's put all that behind us and get to the good stuff. You're cute, Anon."
>Anon freezes in place as Lemon playfully licks his cheek. 'What. The. Hell...'
"Umm, thanks Lemon, I think you're interesting, too." Anon feels Lemon shift around behind him slightly. "I mean, umm, I'm interested in you. Uh, that's, I mean..."
>Anon trails off embarrassedly. He fears the more he opens his mouth the deeper a hole he's going to dig himself.
>"Hmm, I'm interesting and you're interested, eh? Well, you sure know how to cut right to the chase, don't you dude?" Lemon chuckles into his neck. 'Sultry, that's the word,' Anon thinks to himself.
 
 
"Sorry about this morning, Lemon, I kinda panicked."
>Anon fidgets a little. Not that this isn't kind of awesome, but it's going kind of fast.
>Anon sits straight up as Lemon suddenly nibbles on his collarbone. 'Whoa, that's nice.' Anon's brain is going a little sideways. He slowly comes to grips with the fact that there's a girl wrapped around him, nibbling.
>"Apology totally accepted, Anon. So?" Anon glances over at Lemon, seeing a glint of mischief in her expression.
"Umm, so, what?"
>Lemon looks at him, slightly exasperated. "So, how long is it going to take you to ask me out? I'm kinda putting myself way out there, dude."
>Anon mentally slaps himself. He can see the glint of doubt behind Lemon's confidant grin now that he's looking for it.
"Friday, sixth street, five o'clock, there's a movie marathon at the Grande. Old Scifi stuff. Gattaga, The Black Hole, 2001, that kind of thing. Sound fun?"
>Lemon nods, smiling as she gives Anon a peck on the cheek. "That sounds great, but that's three whole days away, dude. What are you doing, like, right now?"
>Anon gulps as Lemon's legs squeeze his waist a little tighter.
"Nothing important at all!"
>Anon practically shouts, drawing a few more looks from the other bus passengers. He's suddenly aware that while most have been ignoring them pointedly, a few kids from Ponyville High have noticed Lemon's uniform.
>Anon is grateful he decided to change into street clothes earlier instead of back into his uniform.
>He's pretty new at the school, and while he recognizes one or two of the Ponyville kids on the bus, he doesn't see the same look of recognition in their eyes.
"Actually, getting off this bus right now is what I'm doing. Care to join me?"
>Lemon shrugs, unwrapping herself from around you. "Sure thing, dude." Anon turns around to face Lemon, and sees her face inches away from his, getting closer.
>Anon's eyes widen slightly before he moves in to meet her.
 
 
>Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.
>Naw, just fucking with you. This kiss is awkward as hell.
>Zero coordination. Anon goes in for a sweet, gentle kiss, his hand moving up to cup Lemons cheek.
>Lemon already has a hand wrapped in his hair and seems to be trying to smash their heads together.
>Anon's mouth smacks into Lemons, and she bites her tongue that was already halfway out of her mouth.
>Anon and Lemon both rear backward, clutching their mouths. They look at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
>"Letth tly thah again laler." Lemon garbles out, looking down at her hand to see if there's any blood. Her tongue fucking hurts!
>Anon nods, then snakes his head forward and kisses Lemon on her neck, just above the collar of her uniform. He uses a little suction, not enough to leave a hicky, but enough that she knows he could if he wanted to.
>Anon unlatches from her neck, but before he backs off he gently blows on her, causing Lemon to coo lightly.
>"Ooh, Anon has some moves." Lemon jokes quietly, still reveling in the shivers he just sent up her back.
"Yes, my repertoire extends beyond 'attack face'." Anon gently bops Lemon on the nose before standing up as the bus slows down.
>He offers Lemon a hand up, which she brushes aside, sticking her abused tongue out at him.
>They step off the bus as the door opens, and Lemon wraps an arm around Anon's back. He follows suit.
"Where to, Lemon?"
>Lemon shrugs, her hand running up and down Anon's side as they walk toward nowhere in particular.
>"Wherever, dude. Coffee? Want to get something to eat?"
>Anon ponders this for a second. He drums his fingers on Lemon's side absently, not noticing that she's developing a hitch in her step.
"Coffee sounds good. I'm kinda on a diet."
>Lemon snorts at that. "You're on a diet? What kinda guy goes on diets?"
 
 
>Anon frowns down at Lemon, At the same time noticing that she's actually fairly short.
"The athletic kind, that needs to carbo-load, which is kind of gross to watch."
>Anon figures he actually almost has a foot on Lemon. She can't be much over five feet tall, and he's just over six.
>'There's a lot of power packed into that little frame, though.' Anon thinks to himself.
>"Anon, I outran you, and you're on the track team. Doesn't that give you a fair idea that i'm something of a sporto, too?"
"Well, sure, nobody runs like you do without training. Honestly it just hadn't clicked. You run for Crystal Prep?"
>Lemon's step falters for a second, and Anon unconsciously shifts his arm to support her.
>Lemon's gait straightens out, and Anon returns to absently drumming his fingers on her side as they walk.
>Anon notices Lemon hasn't answered his question after a bit, and looks down at her curiously.
>Lemon is beet red, and seems to be breathing a bit heavily. Her steps are a little shaky, too.
>Anon stops walking, bringing Lemon up short.
"Lemon, are you ok? You look like you have a fever or something."
>Lemon looks up at Anon. Her eyes are a little hazy, and she runs her arm up and down Anon's side a few times before responding.
>"Just enjoying the walk, and the company, Anon." As she says this she bites her lip slightly.
>'Huh.' Anon isn't sure what to make of that, and his finger drumming speeds up in perturbation.
>Lemon shudders slightly and bites her lip harder. Anon's surprised she hasn't drawn blood yet.
>Turning toward her, he puts his hands on her shoulders, which causes a disappointed look to flit across her face.
"Okay, tell me what's wrong, Lemon."
>Lemon sighs, giving Anon a slightly vexed look.
>"Nothing's wrong Anon, you've just been drumming your fingers on my tit for the last ten minutes."
>Anon gapes at her. He even goes so far as to reach back around her and see where his hand ends up.
>'How long are your arms, you fucking retard!'
 
 
>Sure enough, When Anon reaches around Lemon, his arm reaches all the way around to land just under her left boob.
>'And when she stumbled, I shifted my grip on her. Up...'
"Wow, I am really, just, incredibly stupid. And sorry, very sorry."
>Lemon looks a bit exasperated. "Dude, I told you nothing was wrong. I'm honestly more annoyed that you stopped than that you did it in the first place. So, back to funtimes walkies?"
>'I've known this girl for less than a day...'
>Anon ponders his options, which basically consist of being a moral gentleman and refusing her request, or feeling up a nice girl that likes him.
>Surprisingly enough, it takes longer than ten seconds for him to slowly reach back around Lemon and, well, not quite grab her tit. More rest his hand on it.
>Lemon nods purposefully, before digging into a pocket in her jacket and pulling out her iPod.
>"Can I borrow your earbuds, Anon? We can listen to some music while we walk.
>Anon shrugs, reaching into his pocket and disconnecting the earbuds from his iPod before pulling them out and meticulously cleaning them.
>After about a minute of Anon trying to remove every molecule of earwax from the buds, Lemon growls and snatches them from.
>She immediately grinds them into her ears, twisting them around a bit before pulling one out and handing it to a startled Anon.
>"There, now you can have ear cooties to go with the mouth and tit cooties you've already contracted from me. Sheesh."
>Lemon then plugs the earbuds into her iPod, waits for Anon to gingerly put his in, then presses play.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpVNmAboykI [Embed]
 
>Anon finds it incredibly difficult to keep walking normally now that he's realized every person he passes is watching him feel up a beaming Lemon.
>'If we walk by a cop, if he gonna arrest us for public indecency or something?'
>Anon eventually focuses on the music, using it to drown out the many tiny voices in his head telling him this is not smart things he's doing here.
 
 
>Lemon is more than happy to let Anon get focused on the music. >Mostly because he's unconsciously picked out the drum line and has resumed his tapping.
>Lemon eventually leads them to a Cafe she knows after what feels to Anon like walking across half the town.
>She steers them over to a booth, scoots in and pulls Anon in after her.
>Anon eyes the privacy curtain the booth has with an ominous feeling in his gut.
"So, what's good here, Lemon?"
>Lemon gives Anon a sinister smile. "The booth..."
>Anon squirms.
>A waitress walks over to the booth, giving Lemon a little wave while eyeing Anon.
>The music in Anon's right ear stops as Lemon hits the pause button, looks up at the waitress and smiles.
>"Heya Lemon, Mister. What can I do ya for tonight?"
>'Tonight?' Anon pulls out his phone, the display reading six twenty-two. 'I didn't realize it was that late. We really must have walked halfway across town.'
>"Hey Noon. This is Anon."
>Noon, as the waitress' name turns out to be, gives Anon another glance, as a smile blooms on her face.
>"Ohoh, so this is Anon..." Anon turns to Lemon as he notices she's makes cease motions with her hand at Noon. He cocks an eyebrow, but decides not to comment for now.
>"Umm, just some menus for now, and waters?" She glances at Anon questioningly, who nods.
>"Sure thing dears, I'll be right back." Noon walks back toward the wait-station, leaving Lemon and Anon to themselves.
>Lemon fidgets a bit before sliding a bit closer to Anon, who decides putting an arm around her wouldn't be a bad idea.
"So, I didn't think I was such a personage in this town that a waitress in a cafe I've never been in would know me by name..."
>Lemon squirms. She looks up at Anon with a slightly worried look.
>"Well, you see, about that..."
>Another voice interjects suddenly, causing Lemon and Anon to look over to the entrance of the booth.
>"So, Lemon, you finally got the Ponyville slag to notice you? What'd you do, flash him?"
 
 
>Anon bristles at the mere sight of this girl.
>Dressed in a pristine Crystal Prep uniform, the expression on her face drips venom directed partly at him, but mostly at Lemon.
>Anon looks down at Lemon, who is obviously shocked and dismayed to see her here.
"Nope, you can get right the fuck out of here."
>Anon starts to slide out of the booth, and brushes off Lemon's halfhearted attempt to stop him.
>Anon slides out of the booth, stepping in front of the new girl and putting himself in between her and Lemon.
>He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at the girl, and cuts her off as she starts to say something else.
"Okay, I don't know who you are..."
>"Well, I'm-" Anon raises a hand to stop her from continuing.
"Sorry, let me rephrase that. I don't CARE who you are. You're upsetting my girlfriend. Go away."
>The girl looks at Anon, seemingly speechless. She's obviously not used to being treated like this.
>'Must be some kind of big shot at Crystal,' Anon reasons.
>Seeming to have gotten back a bit of her vitriol, the girl looks at Anon uncertainly.
>"And what exactly are you going to do if I don't, Anon?" He shrugs, before taking a step closer to the girl that somehow knows his name, and looms over her.
"Simple. I'll remove you."
>'Pokerface, Anon! Pokerface time!' Anon knows he's not actually going to lay a finger on this girl, but hopefully she won't figure that out.
>"Y-you wouldn't d-d-dare!" The girl stammers out as she takes an involuntary step backward.
>Anon matches her step, keeping right up on her as he glares down at her.
"Try me."
>With an audible eep, the girl turns tail and barely keeps herself under a run as she leaves the Cafe.
>Anon let's out a relieved breath, cracks his neck to release the tension that's built up in it, and turns around to slide back into the booth with Lemon.
>"That. Was. Awesome!" Lemon bursts out as Anon slides back in next to her. Anon gives her a tired look.
 
 
"No it wasn't. I'd rather not browbeat a girl into fleeing in terror. Only reason I did was you seemed terrified of her. So, we're going to order some food, eat it, then you're going to explain why everyone seems to know who I am, and what that girls issue is."
>Lemon seems to shrink in on herself, and Anon puts an arm around her shoulder. This seems to calm her down, and she looks back up at him with a grin on her face.
>"So, I'm your girlfriend, now?"
>Anon's face lights up in a blush.
"Ah, well, you know, it uh, it sounded better that way..."
>Lemon cuts Anon off by leaning up and kissing him. There's no unneeded force behind this one, and after a moment of surprise, Anon reciprocates, cupping Lemon's chin and pulling her in closer with his other arm.
>It's about at the point that Lemon starts to straddle Anon's thigh that a polite cough brings the two back to reality.
>Breaking off the kiss, they both turn to see a red-faced Noon holding a pitcher of water and two glasses, menus tucked into the front of her apron.
>"Ah, heh, hey there you two, I'll just leave these things here and come back when you're ready to order."
>Noon places their waters and puts the menus down in front of them, backing out and pointedly pulling the curtain shut behind her. Lemon glows with embarrassment.
>"How could I forget the curtain? Half the restaurant probably saw me crawling all over you..." Anon shrugs.
"Dinner and a show?"
>Anon picks up his menu and starts looking through it, only to get whacked on the side of head by Lemon's.
>"Not funny Anon, I like this cafe, I'd rather not get banned from it, dude."
>Anon nods. He picks out a few items from the menu.
"You know what you're getting, Lemon?"
>Lemon nods. She knows the menu here by heart. Anon reaches over and pulls the curtain back, catching Noon's eye.
>When Noon comes over, they both order what seems like enough food for two people and hand back their menus.
 
 
>Lemon offers the other earbud to Anon, and he slips it into his ear without protest. Lemon picks out another track and presses play.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOJ31hZcFYs [Embed]
 
>Anon pulls Lemon down into his arms, her head laying against his chest.
>He's still surprised how easily he's fallen into this state of casual intimacy with Lemon.
>'I feel like we've been dating for weeks. I don't think I was ever this comfortable with my last girlfriend, and we dated for almost a year.
>Anon shifts uncomfortably at the thought. He knows that's not a good thought to dwell on.
>"So, I've got a confession to make, Anon."
>Anon grunted, stroking Lemon's hair absently.
"I figured as much. Let's wait until after we eat, though, okay? I don't know about you, but I could eat a horse right now.
>Anon feels Lemon nod against his chest, and plants a quick kiss on the top of her head.
>After a few more minutes like this, their food arrives, and they set to ravenously.
>Eventually they finish the seemingly unhealthy amount of food, and Noon comes by to clear their plates.
>"You two need some time, right darlin'?" Lemon nods, smiles in thanks, and Noon backs out of the booth space, closing the curtain behind her again.
>With a sigh, Lemon turns back to Anon, who's regarding her neutrally.
"So, what is it? Did we pull a Spotless Mind and erase each other from our memories or something?
>Anon gives what he hopes is a calming smile for Lemon, who sputters at the suggestion.
>"Come on Anon, this is real life, not some move." Lemon bites her lip, then seems to gather her courage.
>"You remember that meet you had a while ago, where Misty fell and got a really bad sprain?"
>Anon thinks back. That had been, two months ago or so, right?
"Sure, I blew my race cause I decided it was more important to get Misty to the medical tent, and ran off the course to help her."
"I shaved about thirty seconds off the time it would've taken the medics to get her there.
 
>Lemon nods, scoots back over to Anon and lays her head on his shoulder. He slides an arm around her back and she settles into his side.
>"Well, I was there. I was actually scouting for Crystal Prep, since that was yours and a couple other peoples' first meet. Anyway, I, umm, thought it was really cool how you just dropped what you were doing to go help Misty."
>Anon shrugs. He's always considered that a bonehead move on his part. Rainbow certainly gave him an earful about it.
"Okay, so you were scouting. People do it all the time. Nothing wrong with sizing up your opponents."
>Lemon sighs, and starts to fidget nervously with her hands.
"Well, sure. Except I might have asked my Captain to scout Ponyville from then on. And, maybe I asked around to find out what you were like incognito at your school..."
>Anon chuckles a bit. Seems he'd made quite an impression, But Lemon isn't done.
>"And maybe I followed you home from school one day to figure out what your bus schedule was. I MIGHT have done that. And I suppose it's possible I started getting on your bus one stop before yours. Just a couple days a week."
>'Huh, I have a stalker. That's a first.' Anon shifts a little bit. He's suddenly slightly less comfortable with the casual intimacy he's been praising.
>Anon thinks about it for a few moments. Lemon hasn't stabbed him yet, or mentioned how his eyeballs will make an excellent addition to her mantle's collection. He decides to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"I guess I made a pretty good impression, huh? No big deal, Lemon."
>Lemon immediately relaxes against you, her hands cease to fidget as she lets out a pent up breath. Anon gives her a reassuring squeeze.
>"Dude, that's a weight off my chest all right. I was kind of freakin' out about you thinking I was some crazy stalker bitch."
>Anon chuckles.
"Well, I don't think you're a bitch, anyway."
 
 
>Lemon whacks him on the thigh with a squawk.
>"Hardy har, Anon, laugh it up. So, yeah, during my slightly stalkerish pursuit of you, I might have talked you up to like, everybody I know?"
>Lemon Blushes lightly, and turns away from Anon.
>He leans down and kisses the top of her head. Lemon chuckles in that sultry tone before continuing.
>"So, yeah, I might have been giving my friends an earful about my many, and I repeat, many attempts to get you to notice me. Seriously, Anon, you can be so dense I'm surprised things don't get sucked into orbit around you."
>Anon gives her a cocky grin.
"Didn't you?"
>Anon throws an arm out and puffs up his chest, declaiming grandly.
"Lo, and so it shall be that the Lemon is pulled from her lofty height into the depths by Anon's irresistible gravity!"
>Anon finishes his proclamation by blowing a raspberry.
>Lemon stares at Anon for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Anon chuckles a bit himself.
>After a few seconds, Anon notices that Lemon's laughter is breaking down into little hiccups. He puts a hand under her chin, turning her to face him, and notices there are tears on her cheeks.
"Hey, what's wrong Lemon? Are you okay?"
>Lemon nods quickly, hiccuping again slightly.
>"It's just, you know, I've been kind of obsessing over you for months. I've been thinking about what it'd be like to hang out with you, and talk with you, and kiss you..."
>Lemon trails off for a moment, her face lighting up in a blush again.
"And chase me several blocks before tackling me to the ground?"
>Anon teases Lemon, earning himself another whack to the thigh.
"Hey, you have no idea how frustrating it all was, and then you finally talk to me, stick your whole foot in your mouth and try to scamper off like a stupid ninja."
>Lemon crosses her arms over her chest, huffing indignantly.
>"So I might've snapped a little. there was no way I was letting that be how our first interaction ended. You would've avoided me like the plague."
 
 
"...Aaand chasing me like a madwoman before tackling me would not make me do that?"
>Lemon Smiles at Anon. "No, but kissing you wouldn't. Like I said, I was kind of freaking out. I guess my brain decided to bring out the big guns."
>Anon resists the urge to hum 'You give love a bad name'. Barely.
"Well, it certainly threw me for a loop."
>Lemon chuckles again, leans in and hugs Anon from the side. He settles an arm over her shoulder.
>"I'm just happy, dude. This afternoon's like, dream come true style."
>Anon smiles, but his expression slips a bit as he recalls a certain incident from earlier.
"Well, except for that queen bitch. You still haven't cleared that little mystery up."
>Lemon hugs Anon a little harder, and lays her head back on his chest.
>"I was getting to that. She's one of the popular girls at Crystal. I guess someone blabbed to her that I was trying to get with you, and she's been tormenting me about it ever since."
>Anon frowns furiously. He literally growls for a moment.
"More of this Crystal Prep vs. Ponyville bullthit?"
>"To put it bluntly. She actually told me I was 'staining the crystal clean reputation of our school with your infatuation with that slag.' That's a direct quote."
>Lemon shakes her head slightly in disbelief. "I swear, she's some kind of Nazi."
>Anon pictures the girl in a similarly perfectly pressed Nazi uniform, goosestepping and throwing out a sig heil. It's eerily fitting.
"So, now I've scared the piss out of the Nazi overlord of Crystal Prep? Should I warn my family? Watch out for the Sturmabteilung?"
>Lemon chuckles lightly. "I think you're safe from the death squads, Anon. A bunch of Crystal Prep kids beating up a Ponyville student would kinda clash with their holier than though image."
>Anon considers this, and the fact that it still might not be a bad idea to keep his head on a swivel.
>"No, they'll probably just keep trying to browbeat me into not seeing you anymore."
 
 
"Oh, well, if that's all."
Anon pipes up. His voice drips with sarcasm.
>"Hey, I'm a tough girl, Anon. I'm not gonna let a few repressed bitches and their boy toys get to me."
>Lemon smiles up at Anon, reaches up a hand and brushes his cheek. Anon returns the smile, grasps her hand in his and kisses her palm.
"So, the party line is 'Fuck you, get a life'? I'm down with that. Basically what I was going to say if anyone at Ponyville gives me shit."
>Lemon nods, and coos as Anon kisses her palm again. She reverses his grip on her hand, interlacing her fingers in his from the back.
>Lemon pulls their hands down, laying Anon's palm on her upper thigh.
>She squeezes his hand, unlaces her fingers from his and starts rubbing his chest, her fingers slipping between the buttons to play along the sparsely haired flesh underneath.
>"That's what I was hoping, dude."
>That sultry tone Anon's been hearing in her laugh all day creeps into her voice, and the look she gives him is a heavy-lidded smirk.
>Anon's heartbeat kicks up a notch, and he clutches Lemon's thigh by reflex, causing her to bite her lip.
>Lemon leans in to Anon's neck, nibbling playfully as she starts to unbutton his shirt for easier access to his skin.
>'Sh-shit, so fucking hot.' Anon thinks, his hand rubbing slow circles on Lemon's thigh as his other hand slowly inches toward her chest.
>When his hand makes contact with the front of her uniform, Lemons mews lustily, biting Anon's neck a little harder.
>Lemon has Anon's shirt mostly unbuttoned by now, and she's playing her fingers up and down his ribs, causing him to shiver.
>Anon traces his fingers across Lemon's breasts before slowly unbuttoning her blazer.
>She immediately leans forward, strips it off and tosses it aside before leaning back int him.
>Lemon finishes unbuttoning Anon's shirt, her hand running over his flat stomach before moving down to his lower belly, her nails digging in as she runs her hand just above the waist of his pants.
 
 
>Anon slips a hand over Lemon's blouse, squeezing her breast lightly.
>He's immediately aware that she's not wearing a bra, and can feel her perky nipple straining against his palm through the fabric.
>As his other hand wanders slowly up Lemon's thigh, slips under her skirt and starts running lightly over her inner thigh, the hand on her breast traps her nipple between it's middle and ring finger.
>He rubs her breast in slow circles, gently squeezing occasionally and causing Lemon to gasp.
>She's panting now, too distracted to continue nuzzling Anon's neck, but the heavy hot breaths are just as sexy to him as the tongue and teeth.
>Lemon slips her other arm around behind Anon's back under his shirt. She reaches up over his shoulder and digs her nails into him as her other hand keeps running over his waist, finally slipping under the fabric of his pants.
>Anon grunts, his hands jerking in surprise. This causes Lemon to groan into his neck as his hand squeezes her breast a bit harder than he had been.
>'Well, this isn't where I thought today was going to put me.' Anon thinks inanely as his hand runs the rest of the way up Lemon's thigh and encounters her panties.
>He moves his hand lightly up the front of them, then slips the bottom of his palm under the band at the top.
>His fingers curl, flexing as he runs them across the flesh above Lemon's pussy.
>Lemon groans again, her breath catching as she feels Anon stimulate her.
>Without any more hesitation, She plunges her hand into Anon's pants, her fingers immediately encountering the top of his half-erect shaft.
>Lemon's hand slides down his shaft, sliding it slightly to the side as she traps it between her palm and his thigh, her middle and ring finger curling over the tip and squeezing as she rubs her hand up and down.
 
 
>It's Anon's turn to groan as he feels his dick fill with blood, his hand squeezing Lemon's breast hard as he slides his other hand down her mound, a finger on either side of her lower lips, causing them to curl apart.
>He squeezes his fingers together, pinching the lips lightly between them. She's already wet, and his fingers are coated in the juices that ooze out.
>"Uungh... Shit, Anon." Lemon rasps out, her voice cracking on his name.
>She bites down on his collarbone, while her fingers curl around his shaft, jerking up and down erratically.
>Anon gives her breast another squeeze before moving his hand down to his waist, undoes his belt and pops the button on his jeans, sliding the fly down to give Lemon easier access.
>As he moves his hand back up, he switches to her other breast, pinches the nipple then palms it, squeezing.
>Lemon grunts into Anon's collarbone before she withdraws her hand from his pants, grabbing the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down to let his cock into the light.
>Anon flexes his groin as she does this, causing his dick to pop up and slap into his stomach with an audible smack.
>Lemon's eyes pop open in surprise, and she looks at his face gazing down at her with a smirk on his lips.
>She turns her head with a gulp, looking down at his crotch.
>Anon's not hung like a horse or anything, but his shaft is a little bit shy of eight inches.
>Lemon licks her lips nervously, sliding her hand around the base of his cock. Her fingers wrap around it with a little room to spare.
>As soon as she's got her hand around his dick, Anon hooks a finger into Lemon's pussy.
>It slides in easily, the slippery tunnel gripping his digit as he runs it firmly back and forth over the top of her vaginal wall.
>Lemon gasps. She doubles over with a moan as her grip on Anon's dick becomes like a vice.
>Anon grunts, pulling her back upright with the hand on her breast, and leans down to kiss her neck, alternatively nipping and blowing.
 
 
>Anon slips another finger inside Lemon's pussy, continuing to slowly frig them in and out, occasionally flexing them this way or that, the tips digging into her walls lightly.
>Lemon moves her hand from your shoulder, bringing it up to her mouth and biting a knuckle to keep from crying out as her other hands starts stroking up and down Anon's shaft.
>Anon gets an idea, and takes his hand off Lemon's tit to a mewling protest.
>He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his iPod, plugs the earbuds that are still stuck in their ears and ques up a song.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dm_5qWWDV8 [Embed]
 
>He then runs his hand back up Lemon's side and slips his hand between the buttons of her shirt and massages her breast.
>Lemon mewls into her hand as she jerks her hand up and down Anon's shaft.
>Pausing for a moment, she brings her hand up to her mouth and works up some saliva, spitting it into her palm and bringing it back down to Anon's cock.
>Anon's back straightens up as Lemon coats his shaft with her saliva, her fingers now gliding easily up and down it as she picks up speed.
>Anon pulls his fingers out of Lemon, again accompanied by her mews of protest, and hooks a finger in the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs.
>Anon lifts her right leg out of them, then continues to lift her leg, bringing it out from under the table and laying it down on top of it.
>Her leg knocks over a Ketchup bottle, but Anon ignores this as his hand runs up the length of her leg before plunging back in.
"Oh my God, Anon." Lemon whimpers into her hand as Anon pistons his fingers into her snatch.
>Lemon's legs start jerking every once in a while, a sign to Anon that she's close to the edge.
>Lemon tries to keep a steady rhythm up as she continues to run her hand up and down Anon's dick, but the little electric jolts that are shooting up her spine are making it difficult to keep coordinated.
 
 
>Anon leans down, kissing the hand that lemon has shoved into her mouth, and she moves it aside, cupping his cheek as he kisses her hungrily.
>At the same time, Anon plunges his fingers deep inside her and pinches her clit, which he's been avoiding up to this point, between his thumb and the palm of his hand.
>Anon wiggles his fingers inside Lemon, his thumb rubbing her clit quickly but lightly as her legs shoot straight out.
>Her leg under the table smashes into the bottom of the bench on the other side of the booth from them, but she doesn't notice as she shrieks into Anon's mouth.
>Lemon's hips twitch in time to her pussy clenching Anon's fingers, her hand gripping around his dick but her motion stopped as she rides out her orgasm.
>Anon's thumb continues to rub her clit lightly until her hips relax.
>Her leg that was on the table drops back onto it with a thump and rattle, and she sags back, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she breaks off the kiss with Anon to throw her head back against the booth.
>"Dude, you fucker. That was, just, wow. I haven't got off like that in ages."
>Lemon turns back into Anon and lays her head against his chest, looking up with a tired but happy smile on her face.
>She continues to stroke Anon lightly, her fingers fluttering as she goes up and down.
>After a minute or too, her breath steadies and she looks up into Anon's eyes, smiling.
>"Your turn, dude." She mutters as she climbs onto the bench seat turning her ass away from Anon and laying her legs onto the bench cushion.
>Lemon leans over his groin, lowering her face over his dick. She absently reaches a hand into her blouse, clutching her tit and teasing a nipple as she kisses the tip of Anon's dick.
"Oh fuck..." Anon mutters.
>As Lemon pops his head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, Anon reaches over and flips her skirt up onto her back.
>Reaching around, he slides his fingers up and down her snatch, causing Lemon to mewl a bit.
 
 
>Lemon slips another couple inches down Anon's shaft, her tongue rubbing the side of it as it pushes the other side into the roof of her mouth.
>Her hand strokes the bottom of Anon's shaft with her thumb and two fingers, while her ring and pinkie finger curl up under his balls, pressing into his root.
>Anon lays his head back against the booth, his breath coming in short puffs.
>He slides his fingers against Lemon's pussy, eventually sliding his middle and pointer inside, making a patting motion as he drags them against the bottom of her walls every time he pulls out.
>Lemon moans a bit into Anon's shaft, sliding down further until his head hits the back of her throat.
>With a 'Gluck!' sound, Lemon pulls back off Anon's shaft, coughing a little.
>"Yeah, didn't think that was happening..." She shoots Anon an apologetic look, her face crimson from exertion and embarrassment, then slides back down.
>Lemon's tongue swirls around Anon's head, her hand picking up speed as she sucks on his shaft, bobbing up and down about an inch at a time.
>Anon picks up speed too, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy as his breath starts coming in ragged gasps.
>He's close, but he can feel the telltale signs from Lemon as well as her pussy starts to shudder under his ministrations.
>Anon strokes his free hand down Lemon's shoulder, squeezing it lightly.
"I'm gonna pop soon, Lem."
>Lemon pulls off his shaft for a second, gasping for air. "Me too, Anon. Go for it."
>Anon grunts, a rushing feeling going through his brain as he pulls his fingers out of Lemon.
>He immediately pops his thumb in, the side of his pointer finger rubbing against Lemons clit as his thumb squeezes her vaginal wall right behind it.
>As Lemon starts to buck through her second orgasm, Anon goes over the edge. His first shot hits the back of Lemon's throat, causing her to cough.
>She pulls all the way off Anon's shaft until only the head is still in her mouth, sucking for all she's worth.
 
 
>Anon groans out loudly as he shoots his load into Lemon's mouth.
>He claps his free hand to his mouth halfway through, but that was loud.
>'Shiiit." Anon blanks out a bit as he jerks his hips, his dick thrusting a few inches into Lemon's mouth.
>His thumb pops out of Lemon's still shuddering snatch, but he keeps the presence of mind to keep rubbing a finger over her clit until her orgasm subsides.
>Lemon keeps swirling her tongue around Anon's head, sucking lightly to get the last of Anon's jizz out and swallowing a few times.
>She squeezes her nipple fiercely before pulling her hand out of her blouse, pushing Anon suddenly.
>With a squawk, Anon slumps over, and Lemon turns him so he lands on the bench on his back.
>She lifts Anon's right leg off the floor, swinging it up on the bench and clambering onto him on weak knees before she slumps down.
>Lemon nuzzles Anon's neck. "I think I'm gonna pass out, dude. That was fucking crazy..." Lemon trails off, and Anon can tell she's done just as she said.
>Anon throws an arm around her and the other across his eyes. 'That sounds like a good idea...' Anon muzzily thinks as his breathing deepens. He adjusts lazily to get more comfortable, then nods off as well.
 
 
>Anon wakes up to a hand on his shoulder, shaking him none too gently.
>"Hssst! Wake up you two. We're closin' in ten minutes and my manager's gettin' antsy about this booth bein' closed for the past hour."
>Anon recognizes the voice as Noon. He opens his eyes blearily to see her upside down face inches from his, red as a tomato.
>'Oh my fucking god, we fell asleep.'
>Anon lurches up, almost slamming his face into Noon's as she pulls her head back through the curtain just in time.
>His sudden movement upsets Lemon's precarious balance on top of him, and she squawks, flailing a bit before regaining her equilibrium.
>Anon blinks, trying to figure out how bad this is. From where he's sitting, he thinks he would have had the same view Noon had when opening the curtain.
>'Okay, Lemon was on top of me, so she didn't get an eye full of my Johnson, although, she could probably tell my belt was off and my pants were unzipped...'
>Anon looks down at lemon, who's blearily rubbing her eye. 'Skirts down, that's good...' As Anon looks further down, he notices that Lemon's panties are still wrapped around her left ankle, plain to be seen.
>Anon glares angrily at the betraying pair of briefs.
>Lemon catches the look, and turns to see what's got him so mad.
>Even without seeing her face, Anon notices the red creep up the side of her neck as she blushes furiously, patting her skirt as if to confirm the panties are, indeed, hers.
>"Oh my fucking god, dude, we fell asleep..." Lemon reaches down, sticking her sneakered foot through the open leg hole in her panties and pulling them up hurriedly.
"I know I know I know shit shit shit..."Anon mumbles as he helps Lemon clamber off him.
>They both take a few moments to make themselves decent, Lemon all the while cursing under her breath.
>"Who saw us, Anon?" Lemon looks over to you with a pensive expression on her face as she buttons her blazer the rest of the way up.
 
 
"I dunno, I think just Noon. From what I can tell, she didn't see anything. Well, she probably noticed your panties, so I doubt we're gonna be able to convince her we were just napping in here."
>Lemon looks relieved. "Oh, Noon found us? That's good, she won't rat us out. She's my sister, after all."
>Anon pauses in buttoning his shirt up.
"Umm, did I hear you right? Did you just say Noon is your sister?
The same Noon that at this moment probably thinks we were fucking in here?"
>The blood is slowly draining from Anon's face.
>"Well, she wouldn't be too far off, eh dude? I think that was a pretty good session of 'everything but'."
>Lemon chuckles, reaches over and finishes buttoning up Anon's shirt for him.
"But, I mean, she's your sister...?"
>Lemon shrugs, pulling Anon into a passionate kiss.
>After making out for a few seconds, she breaks off and lays her head against his chest.
>"I warned her that if I finally got with you, she was gonna be the first one to know, and that I wouldn't be able to help myself. If she wasn't okay with this, we woulda never got seated."
>Lemon starts nervously tracing her finger on Anon's arm. "Umm, silly question, but, YOU'RE okay with this, right?"
>Anon ponders this for a few seconds.
"Well, there are a few weird points, and this whole school rivalry thing is going to piss me off endlessly, I'm sure. No dealbreakers, yet, though."
>Anon smiles down at Lemon's beaming face before he grabs her hand and pulls her along as he exits the booth.
>Lemon steers Anon over to the register where her apparent sister is standing, a look of apprehension on her face as she twists a cloth napkin in her hands.
>"That'll be fifty-five seventy-eight, kids." Anon nods, pulling out his debit card and handing it to her.
>Noon swipes the card, musing to herself. "I'm not sure what to charge for this last item on the bill, though."
>Anon looks at Noon quizzically. "What's that?"
 
 
>Suddenly, Noon's fist is wrapped up in the front of Anon's shirt, as she pulls him right into her face.
>"My sister's virginity, you scumbag." Noon snarls into Anon's face.
>Taken aback, Anon isn't sure how to react to Noon's sudden change in demeanor, but is saved in the form of Lemon's arm snaking around him and pulling her sister off him.
>"Ease up, buttercup, I haven't been a virgin for years, and Anon didn't stick his dick in me. Well, I mean, technically he did, but not in my twat. He used other things for that. Like, really well, too. Still a bit weak in the knees, heh."
>Lemon shifts her weight from one foot to the other, seeming to be trying to work out the stiffness in her hips.
>Noon and Anon look on, jaws dropped as Lemon starts doing squats.
>never taking her eyes off Lemon, and without a word, Noon hands Anon his card and a receipt.
>Anon leaves a big tip.
>'They might need to replace that booth cushion, after all.'
>Anon turns around and hustles Lemon out the door.
>Lemon turns back to wave at Noon as they leave. "Later, Noon! Say hi to mom and dad for me!"
"You are really one of a kind, aren't you?"
>Anon shakes his head with a laugh, heading out on to the street with Lemon in front of him.
>However, he almost bowls her over as she draws up short in front of him.
>"Shit, this isn't good." Lemon mutters as they watch a few boys in Crystal Prep uniforms push off the wall of the Cafe.
>Anon is more concerned with the tear-streaked face of the girl from earlier, who nods to the boys as they glance over at her.
>She gives Anon a nasty smile as the boys all turn toward him, muttering and cracking their knuckles.
"Umm, hey guys. I don't know what's going on here, but, I'm sure we can work this out. We're all reasonable people, right?"
>Anon's heart drops as the boys ignore him, continuing their advance.
>Suddenly, the door to the Cafe bursts open and an irate Noon stalks out. "Get the hell out of here you goons!"
 
 
>She turns to Anon. "I mean you, too! Go chase my sister, it's about time you had a turn."
>Anon tips an imaginary hat to Noon before turning tail and sprinting away.
>He sees Lemon jogging in place at the end of the block, motioning for him to hurry up.
>The Crystal Prep boys turn away from Noon to see Anon almost catch up to Lemon as she rounds the corner at the end of the block. They lurch into a run, pursuing them.
>Noon turns to the other girl after watching the boys gallop off.
"Veela, if you don't smarten up, you're going to come to a bad end over this sort of thing."
>She walks back into the Cafe, leaving Veela standing on the sidewalk, a thoughtful expression on her face.
 
>Anon ran.
>Lemon was setting a blistering pace, but after five blocks she started to flag, slowing down to a more sedate run.
>Anon pulled alongside her, matching his stride too hers.
"So where are we going? Can we hide out in your house or something?"
>Lemon tosses an incredulous look over at Anon.
>"Dude, Crystal Prep is a boarding school. I live at the same place those tools that are chasing us do."
>'Oh.' Anon thinks, 'That makes sense.'
"Well, if you can lead me back over to the Ponyville side of town I can figure out someplace for us to lay low."
>Lemon nods tiredly, sliding around a corner and setting off in a new direction.
 
>Fifteen minutes later they pull up to the front of an old Victorian home.
>Lemon slows down with a stumble, almost falling forward before she catches herself by bracing her hands on her knees.
>Anon jogs up beside her, breathing a bit heavily and lays a hand on her back in concern.
"Are you okay, Lemon? That wasn't too much of a run for you, right."
>Lemon continues to breath heavily, but after a few moments seems to catch her breath.
"Dude, are you even tired? You need to give up on track and field and switch to cross-country." She straightens up with a groan.
 
 
>Anon pulls a face. "There's no competition in cross-country. everybody ends up all over the course. You can never tell how good you're doing until the race is already over."
>Lemon looks at Anon incredulously. "You don't like doing it because you can't tell how good you're doing?"
>Lemon throws up her hands in exasperation. "Whatever, where the hell are we?"
>Anon looks up at the house with some trepidation. "A friend of mine's house. He said his parents were out of town for the week, so we can probably hang out here for a bit.
>Anon glances over at Lemon. "I would have taken you to my house, but my parents are most definitely home, and I honestly wasn't sure if you'd make it that far."
>Lemon huffs. "Fuck you, dude. I'm fine, just, all that food we ate before must be weighin' me down. Or something."
>Lemon shoots a glance at the house. "So, do we just walk in? Should you call your friend, or what?"
"Oh, yeah, good idea. Probably want to make sure he's actually home. Heh."
>Anon chuckles nervously as he pulls his phone out, dialing a number. On the second ring someone picks up.
>"Flash here, what's up Anon?"
"Look out you're window."
>A curtain on an upstairs window flicks aside, and Anon can see Flash look down at him. He waves.
>"Oh, hey man, see you there. Who's that with you?"
>Anon decides to be a bit evasive, considering Flash's earlier statement about Crystal Prep students.
"Just a friend. You mind if we come up? We need a place to chill for a bit."
>Flash waves he hand in a beckoning gesture before sliding the curtain closed. "Sure, man, I was bored anyway. Come on up, the front door's unlocked."
"Right on, see you in a second. And, umm, be chill, okay?"
>Anon hangs up the phone before flash can reply. "We're good to go, Lem."
>Lemon cracks a smile. "Sweet, I could use some not vertical time, I'm bushed."
>Anon walks up to the front door, opening it for Lemon. As she goes in ahead of him, he stops her for a second.
 
 
"Don't mind Flash. He can be a goof, but he's a good guy."
>Lemon gives Anon a skeptical look before continuing inside. "Sure, dude, no doubt."
>Anon leads her inside, up the stairs to Flash's door and knocks.
>Come on in, man." Anon hears through the door, and opens it up.
>Flash's room is as messy as usual, clothes in a mound in the corner, bottles of various drinks perched on every surface.
>Flash waves a hand lazily above his head, not bothering to turn around from his supine position on the couch. The TV on the wall is showing the last few minutes of Platoon.
>Anon motions Lemon to take a seat on the recliner in the corner, then lays his elbows down on the back of the couch, looking down at Flash.
"Watching this again?"
>Flash shrugs. "You know it's my go-to movie if I'm bored. Action, camaraderie, deep philosophical introspection. All the fixin's for a kickass movie."
>Anon nods absently. "Sure, whatever you say man. It just depresses me, honestly."
>As the credits start to roll, Flash sits up, turning around to address Anon. "So, where's your friend-ah, you bastard."
>Lemon waves meekly from the recliner she's curled up in.
"Lemon, this is Flash Sentry. Flash, meet Lemon Zest."
>Flash stares at Anon blandly for a few seconds before turning to Lemon. "Pleasure to meet you, Lemon. If you'll excuse us, me and Anon need to have a chat."
>Flash hops to his feet, walks around his couch and grabs Anon by the collar, pulling him out his door into the hallway.
"Dude, chill."
>Flash looks at Anon incredulously. "Come on, man. I asked you specifically not to get me mixed up in this, and the first thing you do is bring Preppy to my house."
>Anon squirms as Flash gives him an exaggeratedly disappointed look.
>"I'm not even mad about that. I could tell from that look you get that you were going to buck the rules at the earliest opportunity."
>Flash pins Anon with a look. "All I want to know is, where's mine?"
 
 
>A mischievous grin suddenly blooms on Flash's face as he punches Anon in the shoulder playfully.
>"Oh, I like this one Anon, we should totally keep him!" Lemon calls from Flash's room through the still open door.
>Anon sighs, and rubs his forehead with a hand.
"So, you're okay with this?"
>"Well, is there a mob after you two?"
>"Naw, dude, we lost the mob like half a mile back!" Lemon calls out again from inside Flash's room.
>Flash blinks. "She has really good hearing." He shrugs, pulling Anon back into his room.
>While they were out in the hallway, Lemon has moved from the recliner to Flash's bed. She's laying down, idly flipping through a magazine.
>"You've got terrible taste in porn, dude."
>Lemon holds up the magazine, which is titled 'Nrrd Grrlz' and has a picture of what looks like a sexy librarian biting her lip on the cover.
>"Hey! Where'd you get that?" Flash yells as he leaps over to her, snatching the magazine back.
>Lemon rolls her eyes. "Under the bed, the same place every guy keeps his porn. Duh."
>Flash pats the magazine gently then looks at Lemon. "Hey, who said you could get on me bed? Off. Offoffoff."
>Lemon pouts. Cutely in Anon's opinion. "Does this mean you're kicking me out of bed, Flash?"
>Flash blushes lightly, glances at Anon, then looks back to her. "Whatever, but Anon stays off." Flash crosses his arms and puts on a firm expression.
>Lemon looks at Anon, then bursts out laughing.
>Flash looks at her quizzically, then turns to Anon, and immediately recoils in horror.
"Pweaaaase?"
>Anon whines as he unloads a full barrage of puppy-dog eyes on Flash.
The cringe is palpable.
>"Gah! Fine, stop doing that. It hurts my eyes. Probably my soul, too." Flash throws his hands up in the air in defeat, then walks over to his recliner and flops down into it, pouting.
 
 
>Anon struts jauntily over to the bed and plops down next to Lemon, who rolls over into his side.
>"If you do anything to my bed Anon, you're buying me a new mattress."
>Lemon looks up at Anon with a serious expression on her face. "We'll go Dutch."
"Indeed."
>Lemon stretches lasciviously, then wraps herself around Anon. "Beds are better for doing stuff." Anon nods.
"Much better than benches. Although bench cushions are cheaper to replace..."
>Lemon quirks an eyebrow at Anon, before her face turns red. "Did I...?"
"You leaked."
>"Fuck you, Anon!" Flash looks on as Lemon proceeds to bite Anon on the arm.
>Flash isn't sure if Anon is playacting as he flails around, trying to dislodge her.
>Eventually, Lemon ends up on top of Anon, her mouth still around his arm as she growls.
>"Ooookay, then. So was there really a mob?" Flash asks, not sure whether he should laugh or call Animal Control.
>Lemon spits Anon's arm out to reply. "Oh, yeah dude, but me and Anon left 'em in the dust!" Lemon grins triumphantly.
"There were like, eight guys. I dunno if that qualifies as a mob."
>Anon rubs his mistreated arm for a moment before he pulls lemon into a hug.
"Honestly, that was kind of scary. I thought you said no death squads?"
>Anon holds onto his sheepish captive as she attempts to squirm away.
>Lemon looks up at him eventually, a hangdog expression on her face.
"I dunno, dude. You must have either really pissed Veela off or really scared her. That's totally not her usual M.O."
>'Veela...' The name seems somehow fitting to Anon. He sighs, throwing his arms out to his sides and stares up at the ceiling of Flash's room.
>"Well, if you're worried, I can ask a couple guys from the football team to shadow you for a while." Flash offers tentatively.
>Anon waves off the suggestion immediately.
"I'm not gonna be the cause of brawls in the street."
>Lemon curls into Anon's side, throwing an arm over his chest.
>'This is worth a few black eyes...' Anon thinks to himself.
 
 
>"But, if those guys corner you, you're gonna end up brawling in the streets anyway." Flash notes.
"There's a difference between me getting in a fight with those guys and half the football team throwing down with them."
>"The football guys might win?" Flash snarks.
>Lemon perks up suddenly. "Oh, Anon, are you like, some kind of secret ultimate fighter type guy? Trained to take down multiple opponents with ease?"
>Anon takes in Lemon's hopeful expression. Eventually he laughs.
"Lem, I've been in like two fights my entire life. I... Did not win. Either of them."
>Lemon pouts. "Dang, that would'a been totally awesome."
>"Anon talks a big game, but he's a total pussy in reality." Flash notes.
"Thanks for that vote of confidence, Flash. I feel so much better now. I prefer to think of myself as a lover, not a fighter."
>Lemon nods. "Me, too. All that stamina..." Lemon's gaze wanders off into nowhere. Her eyes grow vacant, and Anon swears he can see her drooling.
>"Not on the bed!" Flash yells, breaking Lemon out of her daydream. She huffs at him before snuggling in closer to Anon.
>Anon gives her a quick peck on the top of her head before he turns back to Flash.
"Any better suggestions than gang warfare?"
>"Uh, disguises? I'm sure we can rustle up a couple wigs and some trench coats..."
>Flash trails off under the look Anon is giving him.
>"Fine, no disguises. What about you Lemon? Any ideas?"
>Lemon squirms a little, not looking up. "I'm not even sure what I'm gonna do. I'm fine with getting browbeaten, but after that shit Veela pulled at the Cafe, I'm kinda worried about getting LITERALLY beaten."
>Anon immediately pulls her to him, hugging her fiercely.
"Not gonna happen, Lem."
>Lemon sniffs, looking into Anon's eyes. "That's like the third time you've called me that. I like it. Um, Nonny?"
"No."
>"Noncakes?"
"No."
>"Muffin?"
"God fucking no."
>Lemon sticks her tongue out at Anon, to which he rolls his eyes.
 
 
>"Aaaand, blackmail material for the next decade obtained." Flash mutters as he taps his iPhone.
>Anon's eye twitches slightly.
"Delete that before I murder you in your own home, Flash."
>Flash cackles. "Already on the cloud, man. I OWN you."
>Lemon looks back and forth between the two.
>"You guys are so cute. Threesome?" Anon gapes at her.
>Flash waves a hand in front of his face in dismissal. "No offence to you, Lemon, but I've already seen 'Anon Rampant' one time too many today."
>"Your loss." Lemon replies. "I don't really wanna share, anyway." She nuzzles into Anon's neck.
"Would I have had a choice in this?"
>Lemon gives him a nip, causing Anon to yelp. "What do you think?"
>Anon looks to Flash pleadingly.
>Flash frowns, looking down at his phone.
>"Should have kept recording..."
>'Doomed...' Anon thinks to himself mournfully.
>"Oh, shush you big baby. A pet gets washies and playtime, and I promise not to loan you out to too many friends."
>"Leeewd. You picked out a good one here, Anon. Not exactly my type, but..." Lemon turns to Flash.
>"Oh, and what's your type?"
"No, don't get him started. Please."
>Anon tries to derail the conversation, but the train stays on the tracks.
>Flash settles back into his recliner, an intense look in his eyes as he stares at the ceiling.
>"Oh, about five foot eight, purple hair, long legs, and a one eighty plus I.Q.. You know, perfect..."
>"Sounds like Twilight Sparkle." Lemon notes.
>"Yeah, Twilight sparkle..." Flash mutters, his hand absently rubbing his chest through his shirt.
>"Are you science?" Lemon asks.
>"Huh, science?" Flash mutters, coming a little bit back to reality.
>"I'm pretty sure the only thing that has any kind of chance of putting it's dick inside Twilight is science, dude." Lemon chuckles.
>"Hey! Don't you talk about my Twilight like that." Flash glowers at Lemon.
>"Okay, okay, no badmouthing the brain queen."
>"Damn right." Flash mutters.
 
 
>"Well, personally, I see no other option than to hide you two in my house until this whole thing blows over."
>Lemon gapes at him. "Even after I insulted your Waifu?"
>Flash scowls lightly. "That aside, I don't wanna see Anon or his best girl in crutches. So, call up your folks Anon, and you see if you can get anyone to cover for you, Lemon."
>Anon looks at Flash for a few seconds, before smiling at him in relief and gratitude.
"I, uh, well, thanks man. You sure it's cool?"
"My parents are on vacation for the next ten days. You guys can use the guest bedroom, and if we can't fix this by then, well, we'll burn that bridge when we come to it."
>Anon sniffs lightly as Lemon pulls out her phone and dials a number.
>"Hey, Noon? Yeah, it's me. We're fine, those guys were slowpokes. Thanks for the distraction by the way. So, can you call Dean Cadence...?"
>Anon pulls out his own phone and dials home.
"Mom? Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, Flash is home alone this week... Yeah, vacation again. So, he want's me to keep him company till they get back... Don't worry, Mom, I'll stop by every morning to check in... Yes, he's a very sensitive boy... Okay, Mom, love you, see you in the morning."
>Anon ends the call, as Flash chuckles lightly. "You're parents are too easy, Anon."
"Yes, they're very concerned about my sensitive friend. They're worried he's going to develop abandonment issues, his parents being gone so often." A Flash of resentment crosses Flash's face and is gone.
>'Huh, maybe my parents aren't so far off.'
>"All set." Lemon announces. "Noon's gonna let the Dean know my Mom's feeling a bit under the weather, so she wants me back at the house to keep an eye on her."
>Flash nods. "And thus, in the space of less than five minutes two minors slip free of their chains for a week of unsupervised shenanigans."
>He gets a contemplative look on his face. "Should we be worried that the people that are supposed to be taking care of us are such simple creatures?"
 
 
>"Uh, I'm eighteen, dude. So is Anon, for that matter. Born January twelfth, nineteen ninety seven."
>Anon doesn't question how Lemon knows his birthday. He doesn't WANT to know.
>"Oh. Well, I guess that's true. So I'm the unattended minor." Flash pulls a face.
"Don't worry, you have two sitters to make sure you eat your veggies and get to bed on time."
>Lemon chuckles at Anon as Flash gives him a bland stare.
>"Right. Can I please stay up late tonight, Nonny?"
>Anon growls as Lemon bursts into laughter.
>"Oh, he's going to fuck with you about that until you die, huh Noncakes?"
"If I didn't like you both so much, I would do terrible things to you."
>Lemon yelps as Anon pinches her nipple through her blazer.
>She bites her lip, her hand running up and down Anon's leg. "Oh, save me from the bad man..." She coos.
"Okay. Off the bed!" Flash yells, startling Anon and Lemon, who'd forgotten he was there for a moment.
"We'll be good, we'll be good!"
>Anon waves his hand at Flash in a pacifying gesture.
>Lemon, however, runs her hand up Anon's leg and grabs his crotch, her breath hot on his neck. "No, we won't."
>"Nope nope nope nope nope." Flash chants as he hops up out of his recliner, walks over to his bed and grabs the comforter laying on top of it.
>With a heave, he pulls it off the bed, pulling Anon and Lemon along and dumping them onto the floor.
>"Ow. Ow ow ow, you broke my ass, dude." Lemon whines as she rubs her offended posterior.
>Flash huffs. "That's what you get."
>Anon continues to lay silently on the floor. He whimpers slightly.
>"What's wrong with him?" Flash asks as Lemon looks over at Anon, then down at her hand.
>"Oh, I think I might have crushed his balls when you pulled us off." She says sheepishly.
"Anon Jr., you shall never be."
>Anon croaks out as he slowly uncurls from a fetal position.
>Lemon glares at Flash. "You made me break my new pet."
>Flash meets her gaze levelly. "That's what you get." He deadpans again.
 
 
>Lemon and Flash help Anon onto the couch, as he plays up his injury.
"You've ended my line, you devils."
>Anon groans theatrically as he's lain onto the couch.
>"Shut up, you big baby. You're fine." Flash grumps, flopping down into one of several beanbags spaced around the couch.
>"Why do you have so many things to sit on, dude?" Lemon asks as she looks around Flash's room more thoroughly.
>Flash shrugs. "I have a lot of people over. They need things to sit on. Ergo, I need many things to sit on."
>Anon nods from his position on the couch as Lemon clambers on next to him.
"Flash's house is usually a zoo. I'm surprised we're the only ones here. actually."
>Anon watches Lemon as she starts to knead his side, almost like a cat does before it lies down.
>Flash shrugs. "I told everybody I needed time to brood over my most recent abandonment. They were very respectful, and you don't read your texts."
"What are you doing?"
>Anon ignores Flash's jibe as he watches Lemon knead his shoulder, inching closer to his face slowly.
>"Meow~"
"Stop, you're freaking me out."
>"Not into catgirls. Check." Lemon leans in and kisses him suddenly.
>Anon's eyes widen slightly before he leans in to kiss her back.
>Flash fidgets. "Seriously, Anon, you couldn't have thought of your old buddy Flash and brought TWO cute girls to my house?"
>Lemon breaks off the kiss with a lingering look into Anon's eyes before turning to Flash.
>"I thought you were pining after the Duchess of Bookingham?"
>Flash takes on a sophisticated air. "I'm not the type to swear off wine just because I can't drink Château Latour."
>"Oooh, look at the fancy man. Isn't he fancy." Lemon wiggles her fingers at Flash in a mocking manner. Anon looks at Flash as well.
"Now she's stealing my lines."
>Lemon sticks her tongue out at Anon before turning back to Flash. "Well, unlike you, I am a one man lady, and I've been waiting to squeeze this one for months..."
>"... The batteries I've gone through..."
 
 
>"Oh. Oh my god. TMI. Stop." Flash pleads as Lemon stares into nothing, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.
>'Not sure if hot.' Anon thinks. 'No, never mind, it's hot.' He pokes Lemon in the cheek. Her tongue retracts into her mouth and she makes a slurping sound before turning to him.
"You're going to break him or turn him on. Neither of these things is beneficial."
>Lemon chuckles, a slightly sinister tone intermingled with her usual sultry ones.
>"I only have two settings Anon, fuck with and fuck."
>Anon looks at her, slightly disturbed. She returns the look, her face slowly reddening.
>"You're supposed to laugh. It's a joke."
>"Jokes are funny." Flash notes. Lemon responds by throwing a couch cushion at him.
>"Shush, little one. Put in a movie, your sitter is going to fool around with her boyfriend now, giving you many complexes when you grow up to be a big boy."
>Flash gives her an incredulous look. He turns to Anon for help, who shrugs.
"How can I argue with that?"
>"Fine, but I warn you. There will be a breaking point, and it will be awkward. Horribly awkward. None of us will be able to look each other in the eye for weeks."
>Anon nods.
"Thus it was spoken, so shall it be."
>Lemon looks from one to the other, before settling on Anon. "What?" Anon shrugs.
"I'm guessing he means if we get too raunchy he's gonna start jerking off."
>Lemon regards Anon for a few moments. "That's hot." She says, doing a decent Paris Hilton impression.
"He won't be doing it because he's turned on. He'll do it to ruin the mood. If we keep going anyway he'll probably blow his load in your hair or something."
>Flash nods. "Or yours, Anon."
>Lemon looks at Flash. She starts to clap. Flash bows. "Seriously, Anon, can we keep him? He's trained so good already."
"Just put in the movie, already."
>Flash gets up to do so as Lemon hands Anon an earbud.
 
 
>Anon lays back into the back of the couch as Lemon snugs into him. He wraps his arms around her from behind, one hand on her hip while Lemon hugs his other arm to her stomach.
>Flash fiddles with his entertainment center for a few moments, then walks behind the couch, out of Anon's view.
>He comes back with a blanket he unceremoniously tosses on them.
"Thanks."
>Flash nods as he fiddles with a remote. Anon settles the blanket over him and lemon.
>He nips the lobe of Lemon's ear as the movie starts, feeling her shudder against him.
>'Note to self, ears equal good.' Anon thinks as his hand roams Lemon's hip.
>Anon absently looks at the T.V. screen. Flash seems to have put in...
TMNT II: The Secret of the Ooze. 'My fucking god.'
>Anon looks from the T.V. to Flash, seeing his shit eating grin before he turns back to the movie.
>'It's like he's saying I dare you. I dare you to fuck around with a girl while watching anthropomorphized turtles do bad martial arts.'
>Lemon laughs as the title rolls, while grinding back into Anon a little further, her ass rubbing against his crotch.
>Anon bites his lip, nuzzling into Lemon's neck. 'Challenge accepted.'
>Lemon feels Anon start to harden, and sighs contentedly.
>"God, turning you on makes me feel so good, Anon." She murmurs to him quietly.
>"You're so good at it, Lem." Anon whispers into her ear, his hand slipping over her hip to clench her thigh lightly.
>"You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that." Lemon whispers.
>She hiccups lightly, and Anon pulls his hand free from hers, tilting her chin toward him.
>There are tears in Lemon's eyes, but her expression is quietly ecstatic. Anon leans over her, brushing his lips against hers.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Lem. Not the first time I've missed the important things right in front of me."
>Lemon chokes back a sob, putting her cheek against Anon's and closing her eyes.
"It's *hic* okay. It was worth the wait."
 
 
>"I just need to feel you. I need you to *hic* feel me. I need to know it's real, you know?" Lemon whispers.
>There's a hint of desperation in her voice.
"I feel you, Lem."
>Anon lays his palm between her breasts, feeling her heartbeat.
>Lemon grabs his hand, her other one reaching down to stroke the one on her thigh.
>"Touch me, Anon. I can't get enough. God, please, I want this to be real." Anon clutches his hand to her chest, his other one being led up under her skirt.
>Anon isn't sure where this is all coming from for a moment. He didn't expect Lemon to have this vulnerable side to her.
>Had all that confidence been a front? Anon didn't think so. She was a complicated girl.
>Anon wouldn't have it any other way.
"You're here, Lem. So am I. We're here together."
>"Oh, Anon..." Lemon grinds backwards fiercely into Anon as she pulls his hand against her pussy.
>'Wait, where are her panties?' Anon wonders, then realizes she must have taken them off while Flash had him in the hallway.
>Lemon's hand pushes Anon's into her, rubbing the back of his before she takes her hand away, trailing her fingers across her thigh.
>Anon kisses Lemon's neck, gently nipping and blowing as he makes his way from just under her ear to where it joins her shoulder.
>His hand trails gently up and down Lemon's pussy, barely touching her as he teases her lips.
>Lemon, on the other hand, isn't so easygoing.
>Her hand reaches back behind her, finding Anon's shaft straining against his pants. She presses her hand against it, running it up and down.
>"I want it, Anon. I need it. Please..." She runs her hand up to his belt, fumbling with is as she tries to undo it. Her desire makes her clumsy, but she works it out eventually.
>Flash abruptly stands up, his face red. "Think I'll go make sure that guest bedroom is ready. I'll be back in... The morning. Gotta make sure it's ready..." He mumbles to himself as he walks out the door, closing it.
 
 
>Anon considers the possibility that he and Lemon weren't being as quiet as they thought with the music in their ears.
>He's quickly distracted from this thought as Lemon unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly.
>Lemon wastes no time shucking down his pants and briefs, and Anon reaches back to help her, quickly kicking them off to the end of the couch.
>Lemon runs her hand up and down Anon's shaft a few times before reaching back and pulling her skirt up.
>Anon hisses in delight as his dick sinks between her ass cheeks, and he grinds his hips against her.
>Oh, yeah. I feel you, Anon. Mmmm." Lemon moans before she reaches back. She scoots forward a bit, Pulling Anon's shaft down, and when she grinds back into him, his dick is between her legs.
"Ooof, jesus Lem. You're so hot."
>Anon can feel the top of his shaft getting soaked already as it slides under her lower lips.
>Anon clutches a breast with the hand not occupied rubbing Lemon's clit, and Lemon immediately grabs it, using his hand to mash her breast.
>Lemon's other hand is occupied pushing Anon's dick against her from below.
>"Put it iiiin, Anon. I need it so bad."
Anon, who's been unconsciously thrusting for a while, stills his hips.
"Lem, we might... I mean, do you..?" He sighs. "I'm sorry Lem, I don't have a condom."
>"I'm on the pill you bastard. Now stick your dick in me before I flip out." Lemon gasps.
>She raises her hips, sticking her butt out, and Anon's next thrust almost sends him straight into her with the new angle.
>His dick catches at her entrance, bending slightly before popping back out.
>"Ooooh, fuck yes Anon, come on."
>Anon buries his face in the crook of her neck, shuddering slightly.
"Are you sure?"
>"I need you, Anon. Around me, inside me. Stop being a pussy and fuck me."
 
 
>Anon tapes a deep breath. "Okay Lem."
>He grinds his palm into her clit, while using his fingers to line his dick up the her slippery entrance.
>"Mnngh!" Lemon grunts as Anon slips into her slowly, just the tip sliding into her tight passage.
>Anon stops there, reveling in the sensations. He slowly pushes himself in a bit more, before backing out again.
>"Oh, god Anon, you fucking tease. Fill me up." Lemon moans, biting her lip until a bead of blood forms on the broken skin.
"Here we go.."
>Anon thrusts into Lemon, sinking a couple inches inside before meeting resistance.
>He bursts through her hymen before he can stop himself, and Lemon screeches, her body writhing against him.
>'What the fuck?' Anon feels confused for a moment, before reality settles in. He stills his hips, half buried inside Lemon.
"You lied to me, Lem."
>"No, I didn't." Lemon gasps out, her hand reaching behind Anon to push on his ass, trying to force him deeper inside her.
"You told me you weren't a virgin. How is that not lying?"
>Lemon shakes her head wildly, squirming against him.
>"I told my SISTER I wasn't a virgin. She needed to hear it, or she might have stabbed you. She's crazy."
>Anon realizes this is true, but he still feels a little betrayed. Feeling the blood run down his shaft from her busted hymen doesn't help.
"This feels shitty. Like, I feel like you tricked me."
>"Why? You wanted to have sex, so did I. So what if it's my first time?" Lemon turns her neck to look back at Anon, but he turns away.
"Your first time's supposed to be, you know, special. God knows mine wasn't, but, I feel like I lost the opportunity to do something awesome for you."
>Lemon grabs Anon's chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes. There are tears there, but the expression is warm and kind and loving.
>"This IS special for me. And totally awesome. I want you to be my first, so so much. " She kisses him lightly and sensuously.
 
 
>"Besides," She says, grinning, "What are you gonna do, unbreak my hym-ohgod!"
>Lemon goes slightly cross-eyed as Anon thrusts into her, almost hilting before he bottoms out.
>'Well, she's a pretty small girl.' Anon thinks to himself numbly as he feels his head collide with Lemon's cervix.
>"Oh, ugh, glrgah..." Lemon gurgles as Anon starts thrusting his hips, less than before so he avoids slamming her wall repeatedly.
>He clutches her tit as he continues rubbing her clit with his other hand.
>Lemon grabs his hand on her tit in a crushing grip while her other hand reaches back to run her hand over the side of his neck.
>"Oh, Anon, you're filling me up. I feel like I'm gonna burst! Oh my god, oh my god..." She trails off, lightly murmuring the phrase again and again.
>Anon settles into a steady rhythm, rolling his hips to send himself in and out of her, the position too awkward to really piston it.
>It's tight, though. She's tighter than anyone he's ever been with, and he's not sure if it's because of the position, or it being her first time, or both.
>It doesn't take long for Anon to feel the telltale signs that Lemon is approaching orgasm.
>Her earlier chanting has broken down into panting grunts, and he can feel her hips shake and twitch.
>Lemon groans loudly as Anon leans forward to bite her collarbone lightly from behind.
>Her hand digs into his neck and she shrieks when Anon thrusts as deeply as he can into her. When he bottoms out, he pinches her clit firmly.
>Lemon bucks against him, her inner walls clenching, spasming wildly as she tips over into orgasmic bliss.
>Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she makes guttural sounds. Anon eases up on her clit, rubbing it lightly as he rolls his hips fractionally, the base of his dick pressing into her entrance.
>Eventually Lemon's orgasmic shudders dissipate, and her walls relax. She lets go of Anon's hand on her tit, reaching down and rubbing the bottom of his shaft that's not inside her.
 
 
>"That was amazing, Anon. Are you close?" Lemon rasps.
>Anon grunts in the negative, not sure if he can frame words in his current state of mind, but far from done.
>"Ehhheheheh. Stamina, my guys got it." Lemon weakly chuckles.
>She moves forward, sliding off Anon's dick with a sucking sound and a pop, and clambers onto her knees, quickly stripping down to nothing but socks.
>Anon follows suit, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside without bothering to unbutton it.
>'Why are naked girls in socks so hot?' Anon wonders, his dick hardening further.
>Lemon flops down weakly at the end of the couch, her arms making a pillow for her head on the arm as she wiggles her ass.
>"Come get it, Anon." Lemon chuckles throatily. Anon practically leaps up, flopping up to his knees and waddling forward.
>He reaches forward, running his hand up and down the puffy lips presenting themselves to him. Lemon is practically dripping, and mewls at the attention.
>Anon moves forward, his dick sliding under her pussy as he grasps her hip, getting a firm grip.
>"Mmmmm, get in there, Anon. I feel so empty." Anon continues sliding back and forth, the top of his shaft grazing her engorged clit as he thrusts.
>Eventually, he grasps the base of his shaft, and slides the tip up and down the length of Lemon's pussy, causing her to gasp and fidget.
>"God, why do you always have to tease me so much?" Lemon exclaims, a whining note in her voice.
"The more you need it the hotter it is."
>Anon slides slowly into her, blood roaring in his ears as Lemon moans.
>There's even less room in this position, as more of him can get into her with the better position of her hips.
>He's still got an inch to go when he hits the wall, and Lemon squeaks as he thumps into it.
>"G-g-god damn..." Lemon stutters, reaching under herself to trap a nipple between her fingers as she bites the arm her head is pillowed on.
 
 
>Anon pulls out and slides back inside a few times experimentally, almost choking as the sensations hit him.
>He gets a feel for how deep he can thrust without knocking on Lemon's door, then picks up his pace.
"Gooo~" Lemon coos around her hand, her back arching and her stomach flexing as Anon starts plowing her.
"Oh damn, Lemon, you're so tight. You feel so good..."
>Anon picks up his pace, his hips almost a blur as he piston's in and out of her.
>It doesn't take long for this treatment to push Lemon over the edge again, and Anon has to grab both of her hips and hold her up as strength drains from her legs.
>"Mmmmgh!" Lemon groans into her hand, pulling on her nipple fiercely as she pants for breath.
>The sensation of her walls clamping down on him is getting Anon close, but he's determined to make this an experience Lemon's never going to forget.
>Anon keeps thrusting until Lemon stops shuddering, then eases up his grip on her hips, letting her fall forward onto the end of the couch.
>He reaches down, rolling her over and sliding her back until her head is cushioned by the arm of the couch, then leans forward, looming over her.
>Lemon still has a hand to her tit, rubbing and pulling her nipple as her other hand slides down to rub the gooey mess between her legs.
"I'm gonna go until I pop this time, Lem. You ready?"
>Lemon doesn't answer. She just throws her knees out wider, pulling her fingers out of her snatch to snake her hand around Anon's side to his back and start pulling insistently.
>Anon lowers himself down over Lemon, lining himself up and sliding in quickly. He slides all the way down, his crotch meeting hers.
>Seems this position gives him a bit more room to play with, as he'd hoped.
>"Oh, dude, you're all in there. I'm stuffed." Her eyes take on a glassy appearance. "I can't take it. Fuck me, Anon. Blow your load in me."
>Her hand slides down Anon's back before clawing into his ass, pulling him slightly into her further.
 
 
>Anon arches his back as pain and pleasure mix in him, grinding Lemon into the couch.
>He starts thrusting into Lemon for all he's worth, looking down at her blissfully as her shoulders bounce against the couch arm from the force of his thrusts.
>Her mouth is wide open, a constant moan escaping her as her tongue lolls out of her mouth again, her eyes unfocused.
>Anon continues thrusting as he leans down, capturing her mouth with his. Her tongue snaps to attention, her eyes focusing on his as their tongues battle inside their mouths.
>Anon's dick is on fire, and he knows he's not going to last much longer. He breaks off the kiss, leaning further and putting his mouth next to her ear.
"I'm gonna pop, you sure you want it inside?"
>Lemon bites her lip hard before she nods feverishly. "Do it, Anon. I wanna feel the splash, dude."
>Anon can feel her hips start to twitch again, and smiles. He bites her earlobe, causing her to shudder in delight.
>Anon leans back, his hands sliding under Lemon's ass and lifting her up as he scoots his knees under him, slamming their hips together.
>Lemon's eyes pop open wide as she cries out, her hand sliding down to her snatch where she starts rubbing her clit furiously.
>Anon looks down at her, back arched, one hand on her clit while the other pinches a nipple. It's enough to send him over the edge.
>Anon thrusts forward while pulling her hips into his a few more times before he holds her there, shuddering.
>He pops, his balls and shaft contracting as he sends rope after rope of jizz into Lemon.
>He feels Lemon go over the edge as the first blast coats her insides, her tired pussy milking him for all it's worth.
>With a groan, Anon shoots the last of his load into Lemon and collapses on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps.
>Lemon pants right along with him, her arms slowly flopping away from her pussy and tit as she basks, the feeling of Anon on top of her and inside of her euphoric.
>"I love you, Anon."
 
 
>Anon kisses Lemon's cheek, nuzzling her lazily.
"Love you, too." Anon mutters.
>He stiffens slightly, surprised by the words.
>'Do I really love her?' Anon muses to himself, looking down at Lemon as she drifts off slowly. He leans down and kisses her on the forehead before gingerly lifting himself off her.
>He slips out of Lemon, his still half erect member glistening with an accumulation of fluids.
"Okay, I am not going to sleep with blood on my dick."
>Anon slips off the couch and grabs the blanket Flash tossed to them off the floor, turning back to shake Lemon's shoulder lightly.
"Come on, Lem. We need to take a shower before we go to bed."
>Lemon's eyes drift open with a flutter. "What, what's- oh, Anon, what's up?"
>Anon raises his eyebrows briefly. "We need to go shower, come on, get up."
>Lemon seems to think about this for a while, before she reaches out both arms to Anon with a smile.
>"Carry me." She says with a giddy grin.
>Anon looks down at her with a deadpan face. "Seriously?"
>Lemon just sticks her arms out further, her expression unwavering.
"You don't think you can walk, do you?"
>"It feels like my hips are out of socket and my legs are made of jelly! You monster." Lemon says happily.
>Anon sighs, reaching down and scooping her up into a princess carry as she throws her arms around his neck.
>"This is like, one of those ridiculous cliche's. I don't remember you mentioning you were going to 'fuck me so hard I couldn't walk.'"
>Lemon chuckles as Anon carries her out of Flash's room, down the hall and into the master bathroom.
"Had to make your first time special somehow, right?"
>Anon quips as he sets her down on the sink counter. She winces slightly from the pressure on her abused anatomy and the cold porcelain.
>Anon walks into the shower, starting the water at a medium heat, then walks back out to Lemon.
>Lemon stretches her arms out to him, and he picks her back up, walking into the shower and stepping under the water.
 
>"Oh, I'm going to hate you tomorrow, Anon." Lemon murmurs as the water cascades over them.
>Anon leans down, setting Lemon on her feet and supporting her as she wobbles on shaky legs.
"You loved me a few minutes ago. Girls are so flighty."
>Lemon blushes, her expression embarrassed as she leans into Anon.
>"That, that was post-coital Lemon. She's a sappy dope that can't keep her mouth shut." Lemon pushes Anon slightly so she can stick her head under the water.
"I liked her. Guess I'll have to spend more time with her."
>Anon grabs a bottle of shampoo off the shelf inside the shower, lathering up his and Lemon's hair. "You... Have a lot of hair, Lemon." Anon mutters inanely as he attempts to wash it with one hand.
>"Yup, accentuates the headbanging, dude." Lemon adds a hand to her hair, and they finish washing and rinsing it in fairly quick order.
>Anon can't help getting hard again as Lemon presses against him, still needing an arm around her for support.
>Her skin rubs against him, and he sighs contentedly as he trades out shampoo for body wash, squirting some into Lemon's free hand before rubbing a handful into his chest to lather it up.
>They wash themselves and each other, scrubbing whatever's in reach.
>Lemon pays a bit more attention to Anon's crotch than is technically necessary, but Anon is just as guilty while spending time on her tits.
>"I can't believe you're hard again. Just gotta say, THAT is not going inside me again tonight. Weren't you satisfied?" Lemon pouts.
>Anon leans next to her ear and whispers lustily.
"Never."
>He then leans back and laughs at the flustered look plastered on Lemon's face by the corny line.
>"That should be stupid, not fucking hot." Lemon whimpers, turning her head away.
>Anon stays silent, turning her face toward his and kissing her.
>That goes on for a while, a little playful groping interspersed, but Lemon is too worn out and Anon knows it.
 
>Anon finishes washing them both off with Lemon's help, and after rinsing them he turns the shower off.
>He picks Lemon up, bringing her back to the sink counter and setting her down.
>Lemon shivers slightly on the cold counter as Anon rummages in a closet for some towels.
>Finding them, he tosses one to Lemon to sit on and one to dry herself off with, while taking one for himself.
>"Hmm, I feel better Anon. I don't wanna think about how I'd be doing tomorrow if we hadn't."
>Anon finishes drying off, then walks over to Lemon, sliding between her knees.
>He leans into her, and she wraps her arms around him, chuckling as his persistent erection pokes into her stomach.
"Tomorrow... Is going to be a long day."
>Lemon strokes Anon's back, resting her head against his chest.
>"Yeah, we're gonna need to figure a lot of things out. But I don't wanna think about all that bullshit right now. Can't we just, like, be happy tonight?"
>Lemon sniffles, and Anon lifts a hand and lays it on her head, stroking gently.
"Yeah, I like the sound of that."
>Anon lifts Lemon off the counter again, which she protests.
>"Dude, I think I can walk now. You don't have to keep carrying me around."
>Anon keeps walking down the hall.
"You're right."
>Lemon thinks about that for a while, before she blushes and snuggles further into Anon's arms.
>They make their way back to Flash's room, and Anon sets Lemon back on the couch, grabbing the blanket they were provided and settling in next to her.
"Want to talk? Or listen to some music?"
>Lemon shrugs. "I don't care, I just wanna get comfy with you, Anon." She looks to the side, her expression embarrassed.
>Anon snatches up his iPod, just in case, and settles into the couch. Lemon sprawls on top of him, and he pulls the blanket over them.
>They talk. About running, music, school, whatever. They talk just to talk. Lemon confesses her secret love of a certain band...
 
 
>...Anon makes fun of her.
>Eventually he tells her his own deep, dirty secret...
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dye5BmmEdco [Embed]
 
>Anon receives his ration of shit, but they eventually curl up together, Anon's shameful playlist lulling them to sleep.
 
 
>Vinyl Scratch walks up to the door of Flash's house. She's been trying to get a hold of him for hours, but her calls go straight to voicemail and her texts go unanswered.
>'Guess he really is bummed about his parents fucking off to England without him. Or any notice. Or a number to reach them.'
>Vinyl decides for the umpteenth time that Flash's parents are douchebags, and opens the door to his house.
>She walks into the kitchen to see if he's making himself breakfast or something. No go.
>"Well, since I'm here already..." Vinyl pulls a big bowl from his cupboard, rummaging around before she finds a box of Frosted Flakes. She empties the box into the bowl.
>Raiding Flash's fridge, she takes a slug off the gallon of milk in it, then dumps some in her bowl.
>She wanders around Flash's house looking for him, taking occasional spoonfuls from the bowl of cereal.
>"Theywr gwwwwait...!"
>The headphones that are her constant companion flip over to the next track, and she pauses as the song she's been thinking about for a while comes on.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zPlr-o-YEQ [Embed]
 
>"Man, I need to get Octy to lay down some more cello tracks. This lazy swing thing they've got going on is bitchin'."
>She grooves her way up the stairs, passing his parent's room and the guest bedroom to walk into his.
>She looks over to see his empty bed.
>'Huh, guess he's out? I'll just chill here for a bit till he gets back.'
>Vinyl lifts her bowl out, takes the few steps to the back of his couch and hurdles it like she's done a hundred times, landing butt first.
>Unlike the ninety four other times she's done this, her butt contacts something other than a comfy couch cushion.
 
 
>Lemon wakes up to a crushing weight on her face and the taste of Lycra.
>She screams, thoughts of Veela smothering her in her sleep flashing through her head. She flails about in a panic.
>Anon wakes up with a start, sitting straight up and upsetting the thrashing pile of female on his chest.
>His sudden movement upsets Vinyl's balance further, and she tips backward into him, her bowl of cereal smashing him in the forehead as soggy frosted flakes and milk go everywhere.
>The flailing, screaming, groaning pile of limbs falls off the couch, and Lemon's reflexes kick in, gaining her a headlock on her assailant.
>Her groggy mind, still assuming that she has a headlock on Veela, fixes on Anon. She chuckles evilly, before lunging forward.
>Vinyl's eyes widen, and she lets out a scream that's quickly muffled.
>"Suck my dick, you frigid bitch!" Lemon screams as she mashes Vinyls face into Anon's crotch, which is, of course, suffering from the dread affliction of morning wood.
>Anon thinks he might have a concussion.
>He blinks blearily at the familiar pleading eyes of Vinyl, his dick mashed against her nose. He can feel the vibration in his balls as she screams into them.
>'At least they're clean,' Is the first thought that pops into his head.
>Anon blinks slowly, still not really all there. He feels Vinyl's tongue brush the base of his dick as she struggles to free herself from Lemon's headlock, which Anon could have informed her was futile.
>At the touch, his dick twitches. Vinyl's eyes widen still further, before narrowing in fury.
"Lemon, get her off my-"
>That's as far as he gets before Vinyl bites him.
>Hard.
>Flash bursts into the room, clad only in his boxers, which are sporting a noticeable stain in the front.
>He runs around the side of the couch that's blocking his view of the struggle.
>What he sees is a naked Lemon maniacally laughing as she grinds a growling Vinyl's face into a crying Anon's crotch.
>Flash, of course, pops a boner.
 
>"Anon, you dog." Flash mutters.
>Anon looks up at Flash with tears streaming down his face.
"Help. She's crushing them."
>Flash's eyes widen. He leans down and flicks Lemon on the bridge of the nose.
>"Ow, shit!" Lemon yells as her hands fly up the her nose, "Veela" forgotten. Vinyl immediately pulls back, gasping for air.
"Oh, god, why?"
>Anon curls up into a ball, his hands gently cupping his balls as milk and cereal slowly drip off him.
>Flash leans down and restrains Vinyl as she lunges for Lemon, a stream of profanity pouring out of her mouth as her hands clutch inches from Lemon's throat.
>"Cock mother fist-fucking shitbrained yeast dribble CUNT! Gonna record your screams an mix em into a grindcore track dedicated to your mom!"
>Lemon rubs her nose sourly before looking at Vinyl clearly for the first time.
"You're not Veela. Why were you trying to kill me with your ass?" Lemon thinks about this sentence for a second.
"Oh, you sat on me by accident." Lemon bumps her fist against her temple while popping her tongue. "My bad."
>Flash struggles to hold Vinyl back. Eventually she calms down. "Great, she's a moron. And Flash?"
>Vinyl shoves him violently away. "Get your dick out of my back! Why am I surrounded by dicks!" FUCK!"
>She flops onto the couch, her fury breaking down into mortification as she clutches herself. Lemon tentatively stands up and walks over, sitting down next to her.
>She gently rubs Vinyls shoulder, and Vinyl snatches her into a hug, sobbing.
"It's okay, cocks aren't so bad, dude." Lemon murmurs soothingly, and Vinyl seems to be reacting more to her tone than the words used.
>Flash shares a glance with the recovering Anon, who merely mutters the universal epitaph of male confusion.
"Girls."
>"You shut the fuck up, Anon! You were enjoying it!" Vinyl yells at him. She then turns back to Lemon and buries her face into her chest. Lemon pats her back awkwardly.
"I'm going back to sleep. If I have a concussion maybe I won't wake up."
 
>Flash surveys his domain.
>Hot girl with face shoved in naked hot girl's boobs. Check.
>Rival male incapacitated. Check.
>He stands there, posing, awaiting his due from the prospective mates.
>"Put some fucking clothes on, Flash." Lemon says, making a shooing gesture.
>"Y-you first!" Flash shoots back. His eyes widen and he claps a hand to his mouth. 'What have I done!'
>Vinyl slowly retreats from her pillow, her face red.
>"Umm, you're naked, right." Vinyl turns away from Lemon, her gaze flicking to Flash and she immediately averts her eyes.
>They fall upon Anon, still on the floor, boner killed by her mastication. Her face glows red as she looks at the ceiling, the only safe place in her opinion.
>"Sooooo, hi there, I'm Lemon Zest." Lemon blurts out, unsure what to say.
>"Vinyl Scratch. Can everybody stop being naked?" Lemon ponders this.
>"Oh, you're Anon's DJ friend! Oh, you're Anon's DJ friend..." Lemon's first sentence is filled with happy recognition. Her second rendition is filled with dread.
"Yeah, thanks for shoving her face in my crotch, Lem. And thanks for smashing me in the face and then trying to turn me into a eunuch, Vinyl. Wonderful start to the day. Just wonderful."
>Anon gingerly sits up, pulling his pants off the couch and slowly pulling them on, gritting his teeth as he tries to zip them up, before giving up.
>'Maybe when the swelling goes down.'
>Both girls flush at Anon's words, embarrassed looks crossing their faces.
>Flash, ignored, walks over to his dresser to find some clothes to wear.
>"No respect, I get no respect, I tell ya." Flash mutters as he rummages through his drawers.
>Anon collects Lemon's clothes before sitting down carefully next to her.
"I can't find your panties. What'd you do with 'em?"
>"Oh, I put them under Flash's pillow. Too much?" Lemon looks sheepishly at Anon's deadpan expression as she starts getting dressed.
"Little bit."
 
>Anon leans past Lemon to address the still flaming Vinyl. "So, Vinyl, meet my idiot, I mean, girlfriend, Lem. She's an idiot."
>"Hey! I was just defending myself from her ass assault. I thought Veela was trying to smother me with a really heavy, warm pillow. Made of spandex. Shut up."
"She's actually smarter than she makes herself out to be, I swear."
>"No sex for a week." Lemon says, pouting.
>Anon laughs. "Okay, I doubt I'm gonna be that into it until the swelling in my balls goes down. Jesus, Vinyl, that was harsh."
>Vinyl glares at him. "You twitched!"
"You licked me."
>"By accident!"
>Anon just stares at her, eventually cocking his head incredulously.
>"Oh. Fuck, dude, I'm sorry." Vinyl gives Anon an apologetic look.
"No worries. You were freaking out, I get it. But you aren't coming anywhere near my dick for, like, ever."
>Vinyl snerks, before reaching toward his crotch, wiggling her fingers and making spooky sounds.
>Lemon whaps her on the back of the head. "No, mine."
>Vinyl pouts at Lemon, making sad spooky sounds and wiggling her fingers in Anon's direction again.
>"Well, maybe if you're really good." Lemon accedes.
"Hey! Lem, stop offering threesomes to my friends!"
>Lemon turns to Anon, smirking. "But they're all so cute! Foursome?"
>Anon throws up his hands. 'The terrible thing is, I'm pretty sure she's serious.' Anon thinks to himself.
>"Oh, come on, she practically sucked your dick already. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?" Lemon points out what, to her, is a perfectly logical argument while Vinyl turns scarlet.
>And doesn't protest.
>Anon stares at Vinyl as the silence stretches on. She flicks a glance over at Flash to make sure he's still occupied changing, then mutters out the side of her mouth.
>"I'll see if Octy's down."
>Lemon beams. "Attagirl. See, Anon? Never hurts to ask. Foursome!" She squeals the last word out softly.
"And again, I apparently have no say in the matter."
>"Silence, pet, your master is negotiating."
 
>Vinyl suddenly gasps in surprise as Lemon finishes dressing, pulling on her blazer.
>"Oh, dude, you're a Preppy? I think we might have to cancel that play date."
>Anon shoots Vinyl a furious look.
"What the fuck, Vinyl? I figured of all people YOU wouldn't care about that school rivalry bullshit."
>Vinyl sighs, looking resigned. "I don't give a shit, but Octy, she takes that shit real serious."
>Vinyl leans in, whispering. "I think it's actually because they rejected her application. So jelly."
>"So, who's this Octy anyway, and why does she control your snatch?" Lemon asks.
"You know her, Lemon. It's Octavia, the one that pulled you off of me, wow, yesterday. Has it really only been a day?"
>Anon gets lost in thought while Lemon nods seriously to Vinyl.
"Yes, the gorilla woman. Best not to cross her. Why bring her up at all, though?"
>Vinyl scratches her head, combing her fingers through her mussed up hair. "Well, she's kinda my girlfriend."
"Kinda meaning that Vinyl keeps doing stupid shit that Octavia breaks up with her over, then Vinyl goes crawling back to her and somehow convinces that fine woman to take her back."
>Vinyl squirms. "Shut up, Anon, so I make mistakes. I'm an impulsive high school student."
>Anon turns to Lemon.
"Five times since I've been here, and it hasn't even been a year, yet."
>"You dog." Lemon mutters. "How can you dare her wrath? She'd break you in two."
>Vinyl continues to squirm as Anon regards her, before looking at Lemon.
"The two most popular theories at school are that the make-up sex is fantastic, or that Octy has a secret kek fetish. I pray it's the former."
>Vinyl's eyes widen. "You have no idea, Anon! Unbelievable make-up sex! Liters of fluid are exchanged!"
>Lemon regards Vinyl with a sly smile. "Methinks she doth protest too much..."
>Anon sighs as another bit of his innocence departs.
>"...But on the upside, that makes our fun that much more likely!"
 
>Anon wonders what kind of evil sexual parasite Lemon seems to be spreading, and if he should even try to stop it.
"Am I just only noticing it now, or are all my friends suddenly way more deviant than I remember."
>Vinyl exchanges a look with Lemon. "Two months." Lemon replies, to which Anon blushes.
"It's actually something of a running gag around school. Pinky said her count for flashing you without you noticing is in the hundreds."
>Anon gapes at Vinyl, before realizing that he somehow knows exactly what Pinky looks like naked.
"Even Rainbow thinks you're oblivious, and that's saying something." Flash pipes in. Finished changing, he slides into his favorite beanbag across from the couch.
"Flash, how could you betray me like this? I thought we were buds."
"It was too funny. Plus, this betting pool got started, and I had a lot of money riding on you. Maybe I can switch my bet to 'Other' before Rarity finds out Lemon here won. Talk about a dark horse." Flash sighs.
"So, all those girls you kept trying to set me up with?"
>Flash nods sheepishly. "Hey, in my defense, I was still trying to get you laid. I just had more riding on it than you thought.">
Lemon bursts out laughing.
>"Flash is your pimp! Do I owe you money, dude?" Lemon reaches into her jacket for her wallet.
>"Fifty bucks a pop. That means you, not him." Lemon pulls out a couple hundred dollars. She counts it quickly, before looking back at Flash.
"I, don't have enough." Anon facepalms as Vinyl chokes, her eyes wide, before bursting into a coughing fit.
>Lemon pats Vinyl's back lightly as Flash looks at Anon with pride. "That's my best little earner."
"Oh my god, I'm a gigolo."
"How much does a Kidney go for nowadays? I wanna buy him off you, dude." Lemon and Flash burst into new gales of laughter as Vinyl stares intently at Anon, her face flaming.
>Anon just sighs.
"What is my life?"
>He reaches over, pulling Lemon into him and locking lips with her, kissing his little catalyst of change.
 
>Eventually, Anon breaks off the kiss.
>He sighs, looking into Lemon's dreamy eyes and hating that he's going to have to take that feeling away from her.
"Lem, we need to talk about what we're going to do."
>Lemon looks at him quizzically. "I'm sure we can win Octavia over, Anon. I can be VERY convincing." She smiles diabolically.
"I mean about Veela and her goon squad, and whatever ridiculous problems are going to crop up once my schoolmates find out."
>"Oh, yeah. It kinda, slipped my mind, dude." Lemon's face droops. She perks up again suddenly. "But, come on Anon, all your friends that we've met so far have been fine with it. Maybe they all will be?"
"Maybe all my friends will be, although we already know that Octy's gonna take some convincing. But I'm not friends with everyone at Ponyville High, you know."
>Anon glances over at Flash and Vinyl.
"And apparently, I've had a bunch of girls..."
>"And three guys!" Flash pipes up. Anon shudders.
"A BUNCH OF GIRLS vying for my affection for who knows how long. They probably aren't going to be too happy with you, you know."
>Lemon huffs before leaning away from him, throwing some mock punches.
>"Lemme at em, Anon! I'll murderlize the lot of em!"
>Lemon halts her punches, a thoughtful expression on her face.
>"Well, unless they're cute. Then we might need to make some room in this guy's busy schedule." Lemon reaches down and pats Anon's crotch gently with a sultry chuckle.
>"So, your plan is to fuck or fight a bunch of Ponyville High kids, which will somehow win them over? Sounds exhausting." Flash chuckles. "I'll sell tickets. It'll be glorious."
"You suck, Flash. Stop exploiting me for money. Or cut me in for fucks sake."
>"No way, man, you're a cash cow." Anon glares at Flash, while Vinyl slips off the couch, brushing herself off.
>"Look, I'm gonna run. I gotta meet up with Octy in a bit. I'll see if she wants to come over." Vinyl shoots Lemon and Anon a covert glance, to which Lemon nods emphatically.
 
>Anon just rolls his eyes, before waving as she leaves.
"See ya later Vinyl, sorry about all the crazy."
>"Later, man." Flash calls as Lemon waves her off, beaming.
>Vinyl pauses in the doorway. "Oh, the crazy hasn't even started, Anon..." She mutters ominously. Anon gulps.
>"Shit, I need to call Rarity, Vinyl has like, zero pokerface." Flash mutters as he pulls out his iPhone.
>Anon growls, but Lemon pulls him down onto the couch on top of her, snuggling into his side.
>"Let him be sheisty, Anon. You have better things to worry about." Lemon mutters as she runs a hand up his side, tickling his ribs lightly.
>"Hey, Rarity, it's about the bet. Yeah, I wanna change mine. Other. I don't know anything, I just have a feeling. No! No, you don't need to come over, I'm in seclusion, remember?"
>Flash stares at his phone. "Umm, guys, I think Rarity's coming over."
"Like I didn't see that coming. Whatever, she'll probably feint when she sees us. That'll give us some time..."
>Anon's eyes suddenly widen.
"Shit! What time is it? Are we late for school?"
>Lemon and Flash stare at Anon. "Uh, it's Saturday, dude."
"But, Coach said he was gonna keep me late at practice today..."
>"You really need to start reading your texts, Anon. Special weekend practices to get ready for the meet next week? Ring a bell? I'm not even on the team and I know that."
>Anon stares at Flash, absently running his hand up and down Lemon's hip as he pulls out his phone.
>Bold letters spell out "special practice" as he scrolls up his unread texts.
"Oh, huh, how did I miss that?"
>"Because you're as dense as Osmium? Don't worry, I ascribe your incredible stamina to the hardiness of your base material, so I wouldn't change a thing."
>Anon stares at Lemon as she chuckles.
>"That was hot." Flash mutters.
>'Huh, is Lemon actually smart under all that ditz and sexy? Better and better.'
"Sooo, no school today, cool. What time is practice?"
>"Read your fucking texts!"
 
>Anon winces at the dual assault on his eardrums, checking his phone again.
"Okay, okay, Saturday and Sunday from three to six. Seven for me."
>Anon grumps at the extra time he earned for his lackadaisical attitude yesterday.
>"Hah, Anon got in twuuuuble." Lemon grins at him, poking his pouty cheek with a finger.
"It's your fault, Lem. I couldn't focus on the track because my mind was filled with thoughts of you."
>Anon delivers the line with a straight face, and Lemon colors slightly.
>"No, seriously, he popped a boner in the shower thinking about you." Flash supplies. Lemon squeaks happily and buries her face in Anon's neck.
"I say you get to do the extra laps with me, since they're technically your fault."
>Flash looks at Anon askance. "Um, isn't that like, really stupid, Anon? Aren't we trying to hide the fact that you and Lemon are dating?"
>Anon looks down at Lemon and kisses her cheek before looking back to Flash.
"Fuck that. Me and Lem decided we weren't going to let anybody drag us down with their attitude."
>Lemon nods along with what Anon is saying. "We're not gonna hide like we're doing something wrong."
"Besides, between Vinyl and Rarity, no one's NOT gonna know by the time we go to practice."
>"Well, that's true. Speak of the devil, here she comes." Flash says as he hears a car pull up in front of his house.
>He goes to his window to check, and sees Rarity halfway to his door, her phone in her hands.
>Flash digs his iPhone out. {I'm coming up} her text reads.
>Flash walks around to the back of his couch and leans against it.
>"Don't say anything until I say to, this oughta be funny." Flash mutters as his door flies open, a red-faced Rarity panting in the doorway.
>"Flash, what have you done! You've been trying to rig this wager in your favor from the very start, and I'm tired of it!"
>Rarity crosses her arms and glares daggers at Flash, who meekly smiles.
 
>"Come on, Rares, I've only been trying to set my bro up. So I might have some money riding on the outcome, so what?"
>Rarity stalks forward, cracking her knuckles.
>"You are using insider information as his friend to help your candidates out. I believe, in the gambling world, that constitutes a penalty of, oh, broken fingers?"
>Flash puts his hands up, still smiling. "Whoa, hold your horses there, Don Rarity. I have to wonder how a certain Berry Punch magically knew that Anon really likes Elliot Smith. He doesn't exactly wear that on his sleeve, eh?"
>Rarity pulls up short, coloring slightly as she turns away from Flash, waving a hand absently.
>"Well, hmm, yes, who knows how these things are found out. Still, really, I can't just let you keep stretching the rules."
>Rarity sighs. "Fine, you can switch your bet. But this is the last time, and you are going to tell me why you suddenly feel like some unknown girl is going to come along and sweep Anon off his feet."
>Flash grins wickedly. "Well, because she already did. Several times, from what I understand." He holds out his hand.
>Anon gets an idea. He slips his hands under Lemon's arms, and quickly lifts her up over the back of the couch so Rarity can see her.
"The winnar!"
>Lemon squeaks in surprise as she's hoisted up, accompanied by Anon's impression of a carny accent.
>"What in heaven-?" Rarity exclaims, before her eyes widen as Anon sits up, grinning back at her.
"So, how big's the pot, Rares?"
>Flash steps forward and catches Rarity as her eyes roll up into the back of her head.
>For lack of a feinting couch, Flash carries Rarity over to his recliner, setting her down gently.
"See, told you she'd feint."
>"Oh, yes prophet Anon. Will your next vision tell us the sky is blue? Or water is wet?" Flash snarks as he straightens back up from settling Rarity into the recliner.
>Anon sticks his tongue out at Flash as Lemon stares at Rarity.
>"That, is the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Wow."
 
>She turns to Anon. "She's a total bitch, isn't she?" Anon ponders this.
"Well, she can BE a total bitch, but that's not like, her factory setting or anything."
>"Hey, Rares is very nice. She can just be a little bit... Manipulative, sometimes." Flash notes. He looks at Anon.
>"Man, wait till she gets a load of Flutters, eh Anon?" Flash chuckles as he walks back to his beanbag.
>Anon blanches. He turns to Lemon. "Don't leave me for Fluttershy, I've only had you for a day."
>Lemon laughs hard. "Whoa, there is no way, dude. I've been chasing you for a long time. I'm no catch and release girl. Stuffed. Mounted. Hung like a horse."
>Anon still looks worried. "That's what you say now..."
>Lemon silences him with a kiss, determined to prove to him how deep her affections go.
>"He's not that big..." Flash mutters petulantly, as the action gets more heated on the couch.
>Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Flash gets up and wanders over to his bed, flopping down on it.
>He glances over to the unconscious Rarity. "No bet to see who old Flash ends up with, is there, Rares?" He curls up with his back turned to the rest of his room, plugging his headphones into his stereo and starting a track.
 
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>Anon and Lemon are lost in their own steamy world, casually exploring each other.
>Anon takes his time. He feels like everything he's done with Lemon has kind of been under the gun. Now now now.
"I still can't believe it's only been a day since I really met you, Lem."
>Lemon murmurs in agreement as she brushes her fingers over his chest.
 
>"We seem to have made up for lost time pretty well." Lemon whispers into Anon's ear.
>She chuckles as he cups a breast lightly, his fingers trailing over her nipple lightly through the cloth.
>"I need to borrow some clothes from somebody, these take way too long to take off." Lemon notes as she strips off her blazer and skirt without another word.
"Hey, Lemon, Octy and Vinyl could be here any minute, Rarity is passed out in a chair over there, and Flash is on his bed. Is this the best time?"
>Lemon looks Anon in the eye. "You should know by now that I really don't care, Anon. We don't have to fuck, but I like feeling you against me."
>"It's gonna be a while before I let you get out of arms reach, Anon. Get used to it." Lemon finishes speaking as she strips off her blouse, naked again.
>Anon pulls her back down into his arms, sighing along with her as he feels her skin against his.
"Yeah, this is nice."
>Lemon murmurs in agreement as she kisses his chest lightly, her hand sliding down to his still open pants.
"Lemon, are we gonna fool around again?"
>She looks up at him, a seductive expression on her face. "What do you think, Anon?"
>He sighs, reaching down and gathering her clothes and the blanket from the foot of the couch.
"Wrap up, we're going to the guest bedroom. You might be fine with it, but I don't want Rares to watch me fuck. She'd probably have a heart attack."
>Anon gingerly zips his pants up, sitting up and getting off the couch.
>He walks over to Flash's bed and shakes him lightly on the shoulder.
>"Sup, man?"
"We're gonna go to the guest bedroom, let us know if Rares wakes up or anyone else shows up, will ya?"
>Flash nods, taking in the sight of Lemon standing behind Anon, her clothes in a bundle in her arms and the blanket draped around her shoulders.
"Knock?"
>"You got it, man. Have fun." Flash gives Anon a slightly lecherous grin.
>Anon casually flips Flash off as he walks out of his room, leading Lemon down the hall.
 
>Anon opens the door, and him and Lemon enter the room.
"Jesus, flash..."
>Anon looks around the room. It's nicely furnished, with an en-suite bathroom, but his eyes are immediately drawn to the bed.
>"Hah, Flash really likes that nerdy type." Lemon comments.
>The bed sheets are twisted up at the end, pillows piled up against the headboard, and several issues of 'Nrrd Grrlz' are scattered over the bed, mostly open to centerfolds.
>Anon walks over to the bed, glancing between his hands and the magazines. 'Squick, dude.'
>Lemon glances at Anon before walking over to the bed and gathering them up without a second glance.
"Lemon, eww, he was probably touching those while..."
>Lemon turns back to Anon with an exasperated expression before she lays the magazines on the bedside table in a neat stack.
>"Anon, I offered to have a threesome with him, do you really think I care if I touch his dirty magazines?"
>Anon ponders this for a moment. "Well, that's true, I guess."
>Lemon drops her clothes and the blanket unceremoniously on the floor and clambers up onto the bed, shaking her ass a little bit as she does so.
>"Get those pants off and get over here, Anon."
>Anon kicks the door shut lightly before pulling his pants down.
"As you command, mistress."
>Anon jokingly bows to Lemon, who flushes, then slides onto the bed.
>Lemon immediately slides a hand into his crotch, rubbing his dick. Anon hisses lightly as her fingers brush against his abused balls, but responds, his dick hardening to readiness.
>"Poor little guys. We're gonna have to pay Vinyl back for that, Anon. I'm thinking anal beads." Lemon chuckles evilly as Anon slips a hand behind her to massage her ass.
"That's not nice, Lem. It was an accident."
>Lemon nods as Anon's hand slips lower. "This'll be an accident, too. 'Woops! Pop. Pop. Pop.'"
>'Man, this girl...' Anon thinks to himself as his hand slides over her asshole, traveling past it to gently rub Lemon's already wet lips.
 
>"Mnnnn, yeah, I love that..." Lemon chokes out as her fingers play up and down Anon's cock.
>Anon sighs in pleasure, contenting himself with exploring Lemon's body with one hand while his other one gently rolls her lips, nudging her clit occasionally.
>Lemon has other plans, of course, and she leans down, her tongue gliding down one side of his shaft and up the other before popping his head into her mouth.
>Anon gasps, her hot mouth causing his dick to jerk.
"Hey, I think it's my turn, yeah?"
>Anon turns himself around, laying down with his head in front of Lemon's pussy.
>Lemon shudders with anticipation, lowering her mouth down Anon's shaft, her tongue swirling around the head until it slides past into her throat.
>She hums giddily as Anon's lips meet hers, his tongue snaking out to lap the length of her slit.
"Mmm, you taste good, Lem..."
>Anon mutters as he licks his lips before sucking Lemon's bud into his mouth, his tongue alternately swirling around it and mashing into it.
>Lemon's hips buck, her humming growing frantic as she slides her mouth up and down Anon's shaft.
>She tries to take more of Anon down her throat, but the results are much the same as last time, and with a 'Gluck!' she backs all the way off again, coughing and gasping.
>Anon slips a little lower, his tongue darting out and plunging into Lemon's passage. He rolls his tongue around her entrance, the combination of salty, musky flavors intoxicating.
>Lemon dives back onto Anon's dick to smother her own cries as he edges her toward orgasm.
>There's no subtlety now, Lemon simply bobbing her head as fast as she can.
>'I wanna go first, dammit.' Lemon thinks to herself, but she knows it's futile as Anon switches back to licking her clit, a hand reaching down to slide a finger into her spasming pussy.
>"Ungggh!" Lemon's muffled cry echoes out as she slides as far down Anon's shaft as she can, choking herself as her orgasm hits.
 
>Anon continues to swirl his tongue around Lemon's clit as her legs close around his head, her thighs trapping his hand as well.
>Her legs squeeze his head in rhythm with the finger stroking her walls.
>Eventually, Lemon backs off Anon's shaft, gasping for air. Her legs relax, but Anon continues licking her slit, adding another finger inside her as his tongue works on her bud.
>Lemon pants for a few moments, collecting herself from her orgasm, before sliding Anon's shaft back into her mouth, her tongue gliding up and down the top of his dick.
>One of her hands reaches up to circle the base of Anon's cock again, using her abundant saliva as lubricant to frig it rapidly.
>Her other hand reaches down to grab one of Anon's nipples between her fingers and pinch it.
"Gah!"
>Anon gasps into Lemon's pussy, his breath heavy as Lemon performs her double assault on his dick.
>Suddenly, he grins as a thought comes to him from their earlier conversation.
>Sliding his middle finger into her pussy, Anon liberally coats it with her juices before switching his thumb in.
>He sucks Lemon's bud back into his mouth, and then slides his middle finger slowly into her anus.
>Lemon's eyes pop wide at the intrusion, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth and her eyes rolling back as Anon starts pistoning his thumb into her snatch and his middle finger into her asshole.
>Her body rocked by another shattering orgasm, Lemon loses her rhythm on Anon's dick, gargling on it as her saliva builds up and she forgets to swallow.
>Anon is edging closer to his own release, but he doesn't want to blow his load in Lemon's mouth.
>He backs his head out from between Lemon's thighs. "I wanna be inside you, Lem."
>Lemon backs off his dick with a slurp, eyes half groggy and all accusing as she stares at it.
>"Fine, thish dick doeshn't sheem to like my mouth." Lemon says, slurring a bit on the excess saliva still in her mouth.
 
 
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"Oh, It likes it fine, it just knows it's more worthwhile somewhere else."
>Lemon giggles giddily. 'Huh, that's the first time I've heard her giggle.'
>Anon scoots back, laying down on his back and motioning for Lemon to climb up. She does so, slowly, exaggerating her movements.
>Lemon splays her legs, sliding up Anon's legs with her inner thighs, the sweat from each of their exertions and the juices running down her legs making it a slippery slide up until her pussy bumps against his cock.
>Lemon scoots forward, her hand sliding down to press Anon's dick into her from the front, her hips thrusting forward to grind him into her from the back.
>Anon groans as Lemon slides forward further, his dick sliding under her and splitting her lips.
>Lemon rocks her hips back and forth, her pussy lips sliding up and down the underside of Anon's shaft.
>"Does it feel good, Anon?" Lemon whispers throatily, biting her lip as his dick slides up and down her clit. Anon can feel the little bump digging into his shaft with every thrust of Lemon's hips.
"Oh my god, it feels incredible Lem. I'm gonna shoot, unnngh..."
>Lemon is almost shocked out of her own pleasure by Anon's unusually intense words.
>"You must really like this, Anon, you're always so stoic." Lemon claps her hands giddily, finally finding a chink in Anon's armor. Anon lifts a hand and places it against her stomach.
"Lemme in, Lem. I wanna be in here..."
>Lemon focuses back on Anon immediately, scooting further forward and reaching behind herself to find his dick.
>She leans forward, lines him up with her passage and slides back onto him.
"Oh, fuck yeah!"
>Anon grunts loudly, surprising Lemon. 'He's really into it this time...'
>Lemon slides down Anon's shaft the rest of the way, straightening up. She reaches down, grabbing one of Anon's hands and putting it back on her stomach.
>"Can you feel it, Anon? You're filling me to the brim." Lemon rocks her hips lightly, stirring herself on his shaft.
 
>Lemon clutches a hand to her tit as Anon starts thrusting his hips, her rocking motion exaggerating his small thrusts. She grunts as he plunges into her.
>Anon puts his hand that's not pressed to Lemon's stomach on her hip, pushing down lightly as he thrusts up, spearing her.
>"Ohhh, dammit, I'm cumming!" Lemon cries out, her hand letting go of Anon's as she brings it down between her legs and starts rubbing her clit furiously.
>Anon places his hand on her other hip, jamming her down on himself as he rocks his own hips, micro-thrusting into her as her walls contract against him.
"Fuuuughh..."
>Anon let's out a groan as he pushes himself over the edge, his dick swelling, jerking, spraying his load up inside Lem.
>She squeezes her nipple as she feels Anon's cum coat her insides, his orgasm pumping far more into her than the last time.
>Lemon falls forward onto Anon's chest, his dick popping out of her, the last few streams hitting her in the back as his dick settles between her ass cheeks, still twitching lightly.
>"Fu-fuck, that was intense, dude. You had a lot of fun that time, huh?"
>Anon wraps his arms around her tiredly. "Shit yeah. I think that was the best fuck I ever had. You're incredible, Lem."
>"You're not so bad yourself, Anon." Lemon chuckles as she reaches back, her hand wrapping around Anon's shaft again and jerking it lightly, coating her fingers in their shared juices.
>Her hand stills as she feels his dick jerk against her fingers, slowly stiffening again.
>She looks back over her shoulder, then back to Anon's face, her eyes wide and incredulous.
>Anon looks at Lemon with a sheepish grin on his face, shrugging.
 
>"Ohhh, dammit, I'm cumming!"
>Rarity sits bolt upright in the recliner. 'Oh, dear, I feinted.' She thinks to herself.
>She looks around the room, not seeing Anon or the green haired girl anywhere, but sees Flash curled up on his bed, headphones on and back turned to her.
>Suddenly, a loud groan echoes through the house.
 
>Flash feels a hand grip his shoulder as his headphones are pulled none too gently off his head.
>He turns to see a furious, and furiously blushing, Rarity staring at him.
>Rarity taps a finger against her ear, then twirls it in the air next to her head, and Flash realizes he can hear a rhythmic pounding coming from somewhere in the house.
>'Like I need to guess where it's coming from.' Flash thinks.
>"Explain!" Rarity practically snarls in his face, her blush heightening as the pounding picks up in pace.
>"Well, when a boy and a girl like each other very much, they give each other a special hug to show how much they mean to each other-" Rarity cuts him off with a sharp gesture.
>"Dammit, Flash, don't be so juvenile. Who is that girl and why is Anon using her to break your furniture?"
>"Ha, good one. That's Lemon Zest, Anon's girlfriend of these past, uh, eighteen hours or so?" Flash flicks a hand to his stereo, turning off the music as he divests Rarity of his headphones and sets them on top of it.
>"But, how? Anon hasn't shown the slightest interest in any of the girls we've tried to set him up with." Rarity winces as a particularly loud thump echoes through the house, and her blush kicks up a notch as a high shriek follows it.
>Flash feels his own cheeks start to heat up, but he looks at Rarity anyway. "Do you want my theory?"
>"Please." Rarity mutters, her eyes down and to the side as she pulls absently on her shirt collar. Flash chuckles at her discomfort.
>"Well, Anon is really good at making friends, right? He's a people pleaser, through and through." Rarity looks at Flash, a dour expression on her face.
>"Are you trying to say Anon friendzoned the whole school? That's crazy, girls do that to boys."
>Flash shakes a finger at Rarity. "Uh uh uh, that's something people do to people. Anon was so worried about making friends when he first got here, he stopped seeing the girls from Ponyville as girls, and only saw them as friends."
 
>"Well, that's all fine and good, but that still doesn't explain how this Lemon girl captured his interest."
>Flash grins. "Simple, she's not from Ponyville High."
>"Well that doesn't make any sense, where in blazes did she come from, then?" Flash stares at her, watching the gears turn.
>"Oh, no, the scandal! The infamy!" Rarity suddenly cries out, her head thrown back and the back of her hand pressed to her forehead.
>Flash grins at her. "Yup."
>"Oh, I hope this doesn't cause problems for them. That whole school rivalry thing is dreadfully gauche." Flash nods.
>"Yeah, I doubt they'll have any real problems from the Ponyville side, but it sounds like some girl is stirring up trouble for them over at Crystal."
>Rarity looks a bit put out, before wincing at a loud groan coming from elsewhere in the house.
>"He really is being quite, enthusiastic, isn't he? But that won't do, we simply must get this Crystal Prep girl off their backs, as it were." Flash rubs his chin thoughtfully.
>"Yeah, I've got them shacked up here until my parents get back from London, and I doubt anything's going to happen to Lemon while she's actually at school."
>Rarity sighs as the thudding finally stops, before catching Flash's eye again. "Well, that's fine, but it's not exactly attacking the problem at it's source, is it? Oh, come on!" Rarity exclaims as the thumping resumes.
>"Position change..." Flash mutters, earning him a very unladylike whap on the head from Rarity.
>"R-really though," Rarity stammers, her blush back in full force, "We must get to the bottom of this. I mean, plunge the depths of this mystery! D-dammit!"
>Flash flops back on his bed, clutching his stomach as he bursts into raucous laughter. Rarity fumes at him, her arms wrapped around herself.
>"Y-yeah, Rarity, we need to get to the root of the problem. Really work it until the solution cums to us! HAH!" Rarity sinks to the floor, a puddle of embarrassment as Flash continues to laugh, unable to stop himself.
 
>Octavia follows Vinyl into Flash's house.
>"So, let me get this straight. Anon, our Anon, wants to have a foursome with us and his new girlfriend."
>Vinyl pauses on the the stairs, glancing back at her.
>"Well, I mean, he seemed okay with it. It was mostly Lemon's idea." >Vinyl gives Octavia a sheepish grin before continuing up.
>"Who is this Lemon tart, anyway? I've never heard of her."
>Vinyl continues down the hallway, noting the sound of a shower running as she passes the guest room.
>"Lemon Zest, not tart. I dunno, I just met her today." Vinyl says evasively as she strolls into Flash's room, not bothering to knock.
>"Here comes the party!" She exclaims. Flash looks up from his recliner, a book in his hands. He gives a small wave before going back to reading.
>Vinyl huffs, her entrance ignored. She looks to the side and notes Rarity on Flash's bed, curled up with his headphones on.
>"Where are Anon and this, Lemon girl?" Octavia asks, as Vinyl goes over to Flash's bed to investigate.
>"Showering. They just finished a few minutes ago." Flash replies, not looking up.
>"Finished?" Octavia questions as Vinyl pokes Rarity, causing her to jerk before she pulls down the headphones and turns toward the room.
>Flash puts down his book, forming a circle with one hand and sticking a finger back and forth through it.
>"Is it over?" Rarity asks tremulously.
>"Yeah, sounds like they're done." Flash responds. Octavia gapes at him as Vinyl leans in to get a closer look at Rarity.
>"Dude, are you okay?"
>Rarity pulls Vinyl into a crushing hug. "It was so loud, and they just, they just didn't stop. I can still hear the moans..." Rarity hiccups. "It was the. worst. possible. thing."
>Vinyl decides to keep her mouth shut as she feels Rarity's hard nipples poke her in the chest. 'Definitely keeping that smell to myself, too.'
>Flash rolls his eyes at Rarity before turning to Octavia, who still hasn't said anything.
 
>"Yes, it's true, our little Anon is all grown up and got over his fear of cooties and everything." Flash leans forward, steepling his fingers. "And the world trembles."
>Vinyl snickers. "Well, I can think of a few things that might tremble."
>"You're all serious. Anon has a girlfriend. And they have sex." Octavia looks down, trying to wrap her head around this.
>"For hours." Flash replies.
>"It's just, not possible." Rarity mutters, shivering. She crushes Vinyl to her, causing a squawk of protest from the DJ.
>"Fine, it was like, an hour and fifteen minutes, but still. Marathon man, I'm seriously jealous."
>Octavia struggles to assimilate this information.
>Her mental picture of Anon, that of a sweet younger brother, is crumbling.
>The disparity between her view of him and this new mental picture of a strong, virile man is... Troubling.
>"I'm finding it hard to believe, honestly." Octavia mutters.
>"Believe it!" Vinyl exclaims, extricating herself from Rarity and rushing over to Octavia. She grabs onto the larger girl, her mouth in Octavia's ear.
>"She couldn't afford all the orgasms, Octy. She had a lot of money." Vinyl whispers fiercely.
>Octavia regards Vinyl incredulously. "What-!"
>"Inside joke. Anon is a gigolo, hardy har har." Flash interjects.
>Rarity pats her pockets, looking for her wallet before realizing what she's doing. She shoves her hands over her mouth and lets out a muffled scream. Flash watches her mental breakdown.
>"Okay, get over it girls. It had to happen sometime. Speak of the devil..." Flash watches as Anon walks into the room, still shirtless and toweling his hair dry.
>He pauses in the doorway.
"Oh, hi Octy, Vinyl. Seems you're awake, too, Rarity. How's it... Going..." Anon trails off at the expressions he's receiving.
>Octavia looks troubled. Vinyl is grinning in a way that Anon finds disturbing. Rarity is biting her lip. 'The fuck?'
>Anon takes a step back in apprehension.
>"Keep it in your pants, ladies." Flash says.
 
>Anon watches, bewildered, as all the girls throw the nearest thing they can reach at Flash.
>He takes a pillow to the face from Rarity and Octavia, then ducks, eyes wide, as Vinyl's platform boot flies over his head, impacting the wall with a thud.
>"Jesus, Vinyl!" Flash yells while she hops in place.
>"What?"
>"Learn to appropriate response, you maniac." Flash mutters as Anon walks all the way into the room, throwing the towel he was using into the clothes hamper. He's pretty sure it's the only thing in there.
>"Where's Lemon?" Flash asks as Vinyl hops over, retrieving her boot.
"Umm, resting...?"
>Flash laughs at his obvious evasion.
>Vinyl falls over.
>"I'm sure, man. She gonna be with us today?" Flash asks in a taunting tone, to which Anon blushes.
>Octavia walks over to Vinyl, giving her a look as she lifts her off the floor, letting her re-boot herself.
>Flash pushes himself off his recliner, walking over to his bed and pulling a mildly protesting Rarity up.
>"Come on, let's sit on the couch. In fact, everybody take a seat. All this looming is bugging me." He leads Rarity around his couch, plopping her down on it and sitting beside her.
>Vinyl shrugs, pulls Octavia over, and they take up the last two spaces.
>Anon shrugs, flopping down into a beanbag with a soft grunt. Rarity twitches, and Flash takes her hand, patting it solicitously.
"So... Good weekend so far, everybody?"
>"I suppose, other than my paramour filling my head with lies, as usual." Octavia replies, Flash and Rarity merely exchange a look, Rarity's face coloring slightly.
>"Hey, back me up here, Anon, I'm shootin' straight!" Anon squirms slightly at Vinyl's protest, before looking at Octavia, a complicated expression on his face.
"Well, you see, the thing is.."
>Anon sighs, looking Octavia in the eye.
"I can't say no to her, so, yeah, I guess the offer's still on the table."
>Octavia stiffens slightly, her expression unreadable, and eventually she looks down, lost in thought.
 
>Octavia's hand absently rubs the couch next to her with one hand, her other making the same movements on Vinyl's thigh.
>"Aww yeah! Thundercats are go!" Vinyl crows as Flash and Rarity exchange a bewildered look.
>"We'll discuss this when all parties are present, Vinyl." Octavia rumbles. Her eyes flick back to Anon's before a confused look crosses her face.
>"Flash, why is your couch sticky?"
"Vinyl spilled cereal on it!"
>Anon throws Vinyl straight under the bus, a ready excuse available that might actually be true.
>His eye twitches, his face rigid as all eyes turn to Vinyl.
>"Dammit Vinyl, I told you not to eat on my couch. Everybody up, we'll flip the cushions." They all do so with a grumble, Octavia giving Vinyl a look that promises later consequences.
>Anon's eyes widen slightly as they all turn around, bending over to flip the cushions.
>Flash looks over his shoulder and tosses Anon a wink, and Anon is pretty sure it isn't his imagination that the girls are bending over much farther than necessary.
>In Vinyl's case it's not even a question, as she gives her ass a little shake before turning back around to sit down.
>Anon gulps.
"So, yeah, not much to say until Lemon gets out here..." Flash mutters, absently retrieving Rarity's hand and patting it again.
>She doesn't protest, just stares at her lap, her face still crimson.
>"I think I need to go. I'll have to take a rain check on meeting your lov- umm, friend, Anon."
>Rarity places her hand on top of Flash's, giving it a squeeze accompanied by a thankful expression before she places it in his lap.
"Please, express my regrets, but I simply must take care of something. Keep me in the loop, Flash, will you darling?"
>Rarity gets up, brushing her skirts down briskly and walking over to Flash's bed to grab her purse.
>"Later, Rares!" Vinyl calls out as Rarity rushes out the door to Flash's room. She's echoed by the rest of the group.
>Vinyl turns to Octavia. "She's totally going home to shlick."
 
>Octavia pinches the bridge of her nose. "Perhaps, but must you point it out so brazenly?"
>Vinyl just grins at her. "Umm, this IS me we're talking about. Brazen is like, my middle name." She sticks her tongue out.
 
>Rarity rushes out the door, closing it behind her.
>She slows down as she comes to the door to the guest room. It's slightly ajar.
>'Well, one little peek couldn't hurt before I go...' Rarity muses.
>Quietly, Rarity walks up to the door, looking through the crack to the room beyond.
>Lemon straightens up, pulling her skirt up her legs. Rarity almost gasps.
>The fact that Lemon still isn't wearing panties is titillating enough, but Rarity can see a clear hand print on her left ass cheek.
>She stares as Lemon as she pulls her skirt the rest of the way up and fastens it with a hiss.
>"I swear, I'm gonna be walking around bowlegged by the time the week's over." Lemon mutters to herself.
>Rarity staggers back from the door, her hand creeping up to her breast and pinching the nipple as she bites her lip.
>Her hand dives into her purse, reassuring herself as her hand closes around a familiar cylinder.
>Looking up and down the hallway, Rarity rummages further in her purse, eventually pulling out an egg shaped plastic device.
>She turns and makes her way down the hallway, twisting the top and bottom halves of the egg in opposite directions.
>It comes to life in her hands, letting off a soft buzz as it vibrates against her palm.
>As she walks down the stairs, she reaches down and pulls her panties aside, rubbing the egg against her already wet entrance.
>Rarity stops at the door, leans one hand against it, and pushes, inserting the egg inside herself with a gasp and purr.
>She pulls her panties back, hoping that will be enough to keep her little friend inside as she drives.
>'I hope I can actually drive like this.' Rarity thinks to herself as she staggers out the front door, making for her car.
 
>Flash watches out his window as Rarity pulls away from the curb, weaving slightly before straightening out and speeding off.
>He shakes his head, chuckling. 'Hope she makes it.'
>Anon shifts in his beanbag. "Well, that's a side of Rares I never expected to see."
>Flash shrugs, walking back over to the couch and sitting down.
"She was in the pool back when it started, but she pulled out when the field got too big, and took it over."
>Anon looks at Flash, a slight grimace on his face.
"Never tell me who was in the pool, Flash. I really don't want to know."
>Flash grins. "I make no promises. It's too easy to throw you off by mentioning something like..."
>He turns to Vinyl, grinning. "Maybe a certain DJ we both know threw her name in, before her girlfriend found out and made her life hell for a week."
>Anon stares at Flash. He looks at Vinyl, who's grinning unabashedly, but his heart aches at the expression he catches on Octavia's face.
"See, that seems funny to you, but to me it sounds like I fucked up two friends of mine's relationship."
>Flash opens his mouth to comment, but eventually closes it, a thoughtful look on his face.
>"No way, dude. You don't get the rap for that one, that was my fuck-up." Vinyl states, before she turns to Octavia. "We worked that shit out, and I'm trying to not be that stupid again."
>Octavia reaches out and strokes Vinyl's cheek softly. "My stupid little DJ..." She murmurs.
>Vinyl catches her hand and kisses the palm, grinning. "My Tave dot Wave..." She returns.
>Anon looks at Flash intensely, as if to say 'see what I almost fucked up without even realizing it?'
>Flash nods. He gets it.
>"So, mushy stuff aside, we've still got a couple hours before Anon has to go to practice. What are we doing?"
>Octavia looks from Anon to Vinyl. "We still have to have a private little chat, this Lemon and Anon, Vinyl and I."
>"Aww, come on, don't exclude Flash, here. I'm sure we could..."
>"NO." Anon and Octavia both say at the same time.
 
"Sorry, man, this is just-"
>Flash waves a hand, cutting Anon off. "No problem, you guys need to work some stuff out, I get it. You're as good friends with Vinyl and Octy as you are with me."
>Flash watches Lemon finally appear in the doorway, waving at her and catching all of their attention.
>"I mean, if you guys are gonna get rocky because Lemon goes to Crystal Prep, you should hammer that shit out soonest."
>Flash narrows his eyes in confusion as both Anon and Vinyl make frantic cut-off gestures.
>"What?"
>Anon feels as if the room has been dropped into the Ocean. He can feel the atmosphere thicken palpably as Lemon gingerly walks around the couch and lowers herself into his lap.
>"You..." Octavia mutters, staring at Lemon.
>"Hi again, Octavia. Hope we can get off to a better start than last time. I'm Lemon Zest."
>Anon isn't sure what to do as Octavia stares at Lemon levelly. He's seen her blow up on Vinyl before, and it usually starts just like this.
>"Come on, Octy, you can't really be judging Lemon just by the fact that she goes to a certain school." Flash interjects tentatively.
>Octavia casts a glance at Flash. "Of course not. I went to it, myself, after all."
>Silence descends.
>"What, you guys didn't know that?" Lemon asks.
>Anon rubs the bridge of his nose in consternation. "No, we didn't. You could have mentioned it, since you seem to, though."
>Octavia smiles. "Not one of my proudest moments, I'm sure. I AM surprised that you remember me, though, Lemon."
>Lemon chuckles, leaning forward. "What? Come on, you're like an urban legend at Crystal. You put two kids and a teacher in the hospital your first month there, and got expelled. You're bad ass."
>Octavia lets out a hearty laugh. "I see my story grows with the telling. I didn't put anyone in the hospital, or get expelled."
>Flash stares at Octavia along with Vinyl. "I for one think it's story time."
>"Tell us your tale of adventure in the Crystal kingdom, Octy." Vinyl says, eyes wide.
 
>Octavia gives Vinyl a droll look, before clearing her throat.
>"Well, where to start? When I was fourteen, my parents moved to the area for work."
>Octavia grimaces slightly. "I was not, thrilled, to leave England behind, and this may have predisposed me toward acting out."
>Vinyl, sensing Octavia's unease, leans into her, wrapping her arms around her waist.
>Octavia gives her a thankful smile and slides an arm around Vinyl before continuing.
>"I had good grades, was something of a musical prodigy, and my parents had money, so of course I would go to the prestigious Crystal Prep."
>Lemon snickers at this, squirming around in Anon's lap to get comfortable.
>This does not make Anon comfortable.
>"The facilities were wonderful, the professors knowledgeable, and my fellow students tolerable. at first."
>Octavia sighs, recalling painful memories, and earns an extra squeeze from Vinyl.
>"I went to a very liberal school back in England, and the sight of two gentleman, or two ladies for that matter, snogging in the hallway wasn't anything unusual."
>"I had no inclination to hide my bisexual leanings, so when a girl caught my fancy that first week, I thought nothing of asking her out."
>Lemon winces, recalling similar experiences.
>"Suffice it to say, my offer was rebuffed with prejudice."
>Flash ponders this for a second. "So, you got turned down, and that made you leave the school?"
>Octavia gives him a dull look."No, Flash, the dildos in my locker, the "Dyke" and "Cuntlicker" epithets scrawled on my music notes, those things were what eventually forced me to lash out."
>"It's not like that anymore, you know." Lemon interjects.
>"After you left, Dean Cadance really cracked down on that stuff. A couple kids got expelled before they came to the conclusion that shit wasn't gonna fly."
>Octavia sniffs. "Well, at least some good came from my suffering. A little late for me, though."
 
>Vinyl leans over, pulling Octavia's face toward hers and resting her forehead against the other girls.
>They hold this position for a few moments, breathing steadily before Octavia opens her eyes and gives Vinyl a peck on the lips.
>"Thank you, Vinyl. On with the story, I suppose. This harassment continued until around the fourth week of my enrollment, and I finally reached a breaking point."
>Octavia smiles at this, a bit viciously to be honest.
>"It was in musical theory class. The Professor there was aware of my situation, and sympathetic, but his hands were tied."
>"My detractors were well connected, more than one of them with parents on the school board."
>Lemon nods. "Yeah, I know that clique. Real entitled bunch of assclowns." Octavia smirks at her choice of words.
>"Indeed. One of these 'assclowns', as you put it, was riling me up. Nothing in particular that I can recall, just the usual vitriol involving keeping my 'drooling snatch' to myself."
>Octavia frowns, her arm tightening instinctively around Vinyl, who returns the hug.
>"She then began musing on whether she should round up a few boys and have them teach me what it was 'Like to be a real woman'."
>Anon's eyes widen at this.
"Are you saying she was thinking about getting you gang-raped?"
>"To put a point on it, yes. I have no doubt she was serious, although I doubt she would have found many takers. The boys at Crystal Prep seemed much more level headed than the girls."
>"Regardless, our Professor chose this moment to speak up, having overheard her comment. He warned her that she should be wary of the consequences of her actions."
>Octavia smiles, that hint of viciousness returned. "I decided that I needed to do something to deter her from this course, but was at a loss as to what it could be."
>"Thankfully, she provided an option for me. She turned to our Professor with a sneer, and said 'What's she going to do, throw something at me?'"