>Day Autism at Horsefucker Con
>Coming here was a mistake.
>Everyday you've been here has been a consistent festival of the worst shit this group you once identified with has to offer
>You never should have come.
>You're wandering now.
>You thought the various booths would give you something to at least look at, but no.
>You should leave.
>Get back home before you contract whatever's worst than the bout of autism that brought you here
>You begin to make your way out of the con, trying to avoid any form of contact
>Suddenly the crowd fat hairy grease balls ahead of you parts.
>There, standing in a practical black hole of autsim is Tara Strong, looking as happy as could be.
>She's a proper pony princess.
>And these are her subjects.
>In one hand she's brandishing a dozen or so 'slap on' bracelets, depicting Twilight Sparkle. The other she's using to, well, slap them on.
>For whatever reason, maybe call it fate, her eyes lock with yours.
>Before you could act she's greeted you, slapped a bracelet onto your wrist, and left without another word.
>Well that was an experience.
>You look down at your new souvenir
>None of the pieces of fanwork for sail at this place really piqued your interest, so this would be the only thing you really had to show for your time here.
>Fearing the potential thievery of butt-hurt autists that feel left you, you decide to keep the thing in your pocket till you get out of there.
>When you take it off though, something gives you cause for pause.
>Something is written in sharpie on the back side of your new bracelet.
> 'East Bathroom, Six P.M. Ignore Sign'
>Huh.
>You check your watch, 5:52.
>Once again avoiding contact you make your way to one of like, six bathrooms throughout the convention center.
>A chain is hung within the doorway.
>'out of order'
>Huh.
>You won't let some punk ass sign tell you how to live your life.
>So you lift yourself over the thing and enter the restroom.
>She's there.
>You're in the bathroom with Tera Strong
>You break out into a sweat, some pre-programmed instinct tells you to apologize profusely and get out of there.
>With a toothy grin she eases your nervousness.
>She wants you here.
"Glad you made it." She says casually. "What's your name."
>You just stare at her for what feels like the longest time. She raises an eyebrow at you.
"Oh! Um, Anon, Ma'am." You respond, obviously unsure of yourself.
>Her smile is so pretty.
>You can't help but smile too.
"It's very nice you meet you Anon."
>She saunters towards you, maintaining eye contact all the way.
>Every step is deliberate.
>You really wish you were behind her for that view.
>She gently tugs you away from the doorway, towards the farthest stall.
>Oh gawd.
>With a forceful shove from Tera you find yourself plopped down on the toilet.
>You stare up at her, something between horror and arousal on your face.
>You'd never tell her you were a vriginfag.
>But something told you she knew.
"I can't tell you how relieved I was to see you, Anon."
>She falls to her knees in front of you, dainty little hands spreading your legs.
"I was afraid I'd leave here without having any fun at all."
>She's locked eyes with you again, her hands finding their way to your groin.
>She takes your zipper in her fingers and begins to unzip you.
>Painfully slow.
"Do you want this Anon?" She asks kindly.
>You can do nothing but nod your head. She's got you under her spell.
>She's so very confident.
>You know very well you're not the only one. That despite her marriage she's probably taken several of your horse fucking companions into several dingy convention center bathrooms and shown them everything she's learned about friendship.
>But you don't care.
"Well there's something you need to know first Anon, before we begin."
>You raise a brow at that, hanging onto every word that comes out of her mouth.
>You thought her smile couldn't get any bigger.
"I'm a ten year old boy!"
>Huh
"Wait what?" You ask her. That was a weird thing the writefag tried to pull. He should just not.
"I said I'm married, Anon. I hope that's not too much of a turn off for you."
>For the first time she shows uncertainty in herself.
>It's cute.
"I know. It's fine." You reassure her.
>With no further hesitation Tera unzips your pants and expertly fishes out Lil' Anon.
"Not bad, Anon."
>She leans her head forward, and gives Lil' Anon a tender kiss on his tip.
"Not bad at all."
>Oh gawd
>Oh Celestia
>Oh dear bitch dicking Christ
>After the loving little kiss she gave your tip she pulled her face back and went to work on you with her hand.
>All the while keeping eye contact.
>She's an expert at this.
>You break eye contact watch as her hand glides over your shaft.
>You see her wedding ring.
>You feel metal providing stark contrast to flesh as Tera works her magic.
>You see Purple Smart smiling at you from her place on Tera's wrist band.
>Oh gawd.
>She's got you so close so soon.
>You haven't touched her in slightest but you're already putty in her hands.
>Hand.
"T-tera, I'm close." You warn her, gripping the toilet seat until your knuckles turn white.
>Still, she's all smiles.
"Please Anon. Call me Twily."
>Oh gawd.
"Oh gawd."
>She did the fucking voice.
>You came.
>Hard.
>Three days of being exposed to nothing but the worst testosterone had to offer.
>All the bullshit you went through for the hotel.
>Every bit of stress going across the country for something so stupid could ever bring onto.
>All unloaded.
>On Tera Strong's face.
"Holy shit...."
>The look on Tera's face as she muttered that little swear was priceless.
>Course it may have been the sight of your substantial load.
>Dripping off her nose.
>Soaking into her hair.
>Being licked off of her lips.
"S-sorry.."
>She removes her hand from your softening shaft and uses a dainty finger to wipe away your seed from her line of sight.
>Your diet didn't exactly promote the best tasting cum, but Tera didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
>She removes the finger from her mouth the a little 'pop'
"It's nothing to be sorry about, Anon. It's perfectly natural for a stallion your age."
>Dickfucks she's still speaking in Twilight's voice.
"Now hop off that toilet and I'll let you return the favor."
>With a sultry look she unbuttons her jeans.
>How she fit herself into those things was beyond you.
>But damn if it wasn't nice to see he>Her panties are purple.
>Cute.
>Before you could say something undoubtedly stupid, Tera has switched your places.
>You're forced to you knees as she plants that voluptuous ass onto the toilet seat.
>She takes a moment to run her fingers through your messy hair as she strips herself of her undies.
>She's not shaven, so much as trimmed.
>No bush, but as you're pulled between her thighs the little blonde hairs tickle your nose ever so slightly.
>It's nice.
>Lavender, tuna and sweat.
>Not the best taste or smell, but you play that pussy like a god damn fiddle nonetheless
>You feel the weight of her legs as they rest on your shoulders.
>Those thick thighs of hers press against your ears tightly.
>Long licks along her slit are you're focused on.
>Were you not so enclosed you would have brought your hands up to help you along your way.
>Like in all that hoarse smut you read.
>But Tera won't have it.
>For a virgin fag, you think you're doing well, and this theory is reinforced by the muffled moans you can makes out through Tera's thighs.
"Nnggh~ Fuck, Anon~"
>She falters a bit, sporadically switching between Twily and Tera as she moans.
>Bitch might crush your skull at this rate.
>Rather abruptly, your face is coated in Tera's slick juices as she cums.
"Oh fuck Anon~" She moans breathily as she releases your head.
>You give her a proud grin as she lovingly strokes your hair.
>She was awfully loud
>You'd be surprised if someone didn't-
"Is someone in their?"
>Oh jesus.
>Whoever this is straight up sounds greasy.
>You can hear strained grunts and groans as the stray neck beard try's to get past the chain declaring the bathroom closed.
>Followed by a loud smack as he falls flat on his face.
>She locks eyes with you for a moment, before smiling confidently.
"I've got this."
>She pulls her skin tight jeans back on and pushes past you, out of the stall.
>You pull yourself to you feat and poke your head out of the stall.
>Eyes totally not locked on her ass or anything.
"Oh you poor thing what happened to you?" She asks in a concerned tone, bending down to the fat fuck that has collapsed into a heap on the bathroom floor.
"T-tera?" He asks, wheezing as he scramblees to his feet.
"Come on big guy, let's get you to the first aid station."
>He can barely form words as Tera escorts him out of the restroom.
>Not before throwing a little wink your way.
"Holy shit..." You mutter simply, watching mesmerized as she swings her hips to and fro, keeping a supportive arm on the previously mentioned fat fuck.
>You look back into the stall.
>She forgot her panties.
>Huh.