> You're Twilight and Anonymous has been being especially difficult.
 
"Why are you so hung up on covering yourself all the time? It's not like I'm asking you to parade around town. I just want one little anatomical sketch for Celestia's magic and science academy."
 
>"I told you before that I'm just not comfortable with exposing myself."
 
"How can you just stand in the way of scientific progress?!"
 
>Anonymous shakes his head and starts toward the bathroom. "It's really not like I'm that much of a big deal. Anyway, it's been a long day and I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
 
>You grin and start to trot after him, "Maybe I'll just sit in there with you."
 
>The door shuts hard in your face with Anon on the other side calling "Nice try, egghead."
 
>You growl in frustration and mutter angrily as you hear the water turn on and the shower curtain pull back.
 
>Wait, what's this? He shut the door hard enough to knock a wood knot out of the door leaving a perfect hole to spy through. You might just get that sketch yet.
 
 
 
>You rush to get your sketchpad and other needed supplies before peeking in through the hole.
 
"Dang! He already pulled the shower curtain closed."
 
>You can sort of make out the blurred outline of his figure but it's the details that you're interested in.
 
>Wait a minute. He stopped for a second. Did he hear you?
 
>Anon goes back to scrubbing himself. I guess not.
 
>With an impatient sigh you mutter "He's gotta come out sometime. And when he does I'll get everything I need."
 
>As you watch you take careful note of how he conducts his hygienic activities.
 
>Rubbing his chest, down to his groin... He's spending a lot of time there... Is he ever going to get that clean?
 
>"Oh Twilight... "
 
"What? Does he know I'm... Wait. Is he? Oh tell me he's not...  He is!"
 
 
 
>You can't help but continue to watch. I mean this could be relevant information about his species.. Right?
 
>Whatever. You keep looking and soon another groan follows "Oh you are such a tight little purple slut."
 
>You grunt with anger and disgust. "is that what he really thinks of me? That I'm a slut? I mean I haven't even.. I mean guys have never been.. I guess I've never met a male who was.. interested in me like that. "
 
"But he's not off the hook just because of that."
 
>You keep watching as what you can see of his movements become more energetic.
 
>You have to admit that it is kind of flattering. The idea of him pleasuring himself to the thought of you.
 
>You readjust your position.
 
"He sure can hang in there. I would if he would last as long if... No don't think about it. This is merely a scientific observation. "
 
>Reassuring yourself doesn't stop your mind from wandering. You settle yourself again but before long you find yourself grinding against your own hoof.
 
 
 
>You look at your wet hoof and grunt in frustration. He got to you. But a little self-indulgence couldn't hurt.
 
>Turning you learn against the door and just listen to him moan your name again.
 
>Your breath falls heavy as you follow suit grinding your now dripping wet hoof against yourself.
 
>"Oh Twilight, cum for me. "
 
"Oh I'm trying Anon" you reply quietly.
 
>"Say my name. "
 
"Anon."
 
>"Say it louder. "
 
"Anon!"
 
>"Oh scream it you little purple bitch! "
 
>His command drives you right to the very edge.
 
"ANON!"
 
>You cry his name at the top of your lungs as waves of pleasure crash over you.
 
 
 
 
 
>Suddenly you realize what you've been doing. Did he hear you?
 
>You can still hear the sound of the shower.
 
>You quickly turn around and look into the hole.
 
>You shriek at the sight of another eye looking back at you.
 
>A taunting voice comes from the other side of the door, "Enjoying the show, you little purple perv?"
 
"I... I just.... I was trying to..."
 
>"I knew you were watching all along and thought I'd give you something interesting to watch. "
 
>The door opens and a towel clad Anon looks down at you seeming quite amused.
 
>"You didn't really thing I was mast... "
 
>He stops seeing you on your back with your still moist excitement showing.
 
>Face growing red he says "Oh... I guess you did."
 
>Your embarrassment is overwhelming. You can feel the blood rush out of your head. You already know the answer but all you can do is ask him.
 
"S-So you weren't touching yourself for me?"
 
>You try to fight it back but tears begin to cloud your vision.
 
>Still red in the face, Anon smiles and sheepishly replies "Well... Not This time."
 
>You really hate that his response makes you feel a little better. But you can't deny that it does.
 
 
 
End
 
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