Previously, on Flutterrape's "Anon's Horn"...
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Chapter 5
 
>"Believe me, I'm all ears. Sobretodo after this... unexpected mastery of Teplepathic defens- ¡AH, JODER!"
>Just like that, his presence vanishes as quickly as it appeared. So does the pain in your thumb.
...hey?
>...
Hey, Sombra? You there?
>No response.
>Of course not, horns can't talk. You'll have to try something else...
>You let the sphere dissolve and focus on another concept. You imagine the cloud of your mind stretching, reaching a thin tentacle outwards into the void.
>At first, nothing happens. But, suddenly, you get a fierce sensation of vertigo, as if you were wobbling at the brink of an endless pit.
>More than a sandwich, it seems that you ate an elevator.
>It takes you some time to get used to it, but you eventually do and start exploring around you.
>He's not that difficult to find. With this new '6th sense' you discovered, he appears to you as a smoking midnight-black spherical flame inside your drawer.
>The dark fire gets smaller and smaller by the minute, as if it was shrinking or trying to conceal itself.
>You toss a thougth in his direction.
Hey, what's wrong?
>"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Shut the fuck up! And don't use telepathy, you jackass! She's coming!"
What? Who's-?
>"Hush, godsdammit!"
>Interesting, he's the first pony you hear curse that much since you got here. He must be really scared.
No, seriously, what the fuck are you-
>Your doorbell rings.
>"¡Mierdamierdamierdamierda! You don't know me!"
>And that's the last you get from him. You can't even percive the flame, now.
>The doorbell rings again. It's around... past 2 AM, according to your Iron Will alarm clock. Who the fuck could it be?
>You go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on your face. You go downstairs and open the door just as the bell rings for the third time.
>It's Twilight. And she looks pretty concerned. Fuck, poker face on.
Oh, hai Twi. What's up?
>"Uh, hi, Anon. Good night. It's just that... I was practicing some scanning spells-"
>Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit
>"-and I just sensed some... odd signals... coming from around here. Is everything alright?"
>Lee sin's balls, she's onto you. Quick, evasive maneuvers!
Sure, quiet as always. I was reading some Daring Doo upstairs.
>She's not buying it.
>"Are you sure? I double checked my readings. I'm sure it came from this way..."
>Plan B, plan B!
Well, actually...
>She leans to you, her suspicions apparently confirmed.
Now that you mention it, I think I heard some bizarre noises coming from Sugar Cube Corner. Maybe the Cake's filly got into some mess again.
>Her gaze follows your finger, pointing at the bakery. She seems doubtful. You face grows pale as her horn starts glowing.
>"Hmmmm... That may very well be the source..."
>You almost sigh from relief.
>"Thanks, Anon! I'll go check on the Cakes. Good night!"
Yeah, sure, good night...
>...you ill-timed whorse.
 
Ahhhh, that's much better...
>You flush the toilet, trying to get rid of the acid smell of puke and raddish.
>Fuck that vegetable, you're not eating that shit again.
>You enter your room again and mentally poke the horn.
Come out, 'amigo'. The coast's clear and we still got things to talk about.
>A little spark lights in the drawer.
>"Is she gone yet?"
Sure, she left. I told her that her king was in another castle.
>You sense him slow and carefully popping out the drawer, like Tank from his shell. Damn, he scared.
Does Twilight really frighten you that much?
>"Are you fucking kidding me? Of course she does! Last time we met, she and her friends blew me to pieces! Without even trying to talk with me!"
Well, you WERE trying to conquer the Cristal Empire and steal the Heart.
>"'Cause I needed it! How else was I supposed to recover my body!? You think breaking a Sky Sisters's Curse is that easy?"
You could've tried to... ehm... ask for it or something...
>"I did! But all I could do in that damned shadow form was mumbling. And they didn't seem that receptive either!"
>Huh, good point. Maybe he's not the villain everypony asumed he was.
"Anyway, what the hell do you want? She may find me again if you take too long..."
>He doesn't seem very interested in what you have to say, really. You think you can feel him scanning the area, almost panicking.
I want you to teach me magic.
>"You want me to WHAT?!"
>Now he's listening. Actually, he seems to be more shocked than you imagined.
Hey, I thought you were expecting this, after all that 'Try me!' bullshit!
>"I didn't think you wanted to be a freaking sorcerer! I thought you wanted me to scare some of your friends or something like that! By the Dark Gods, you're a fucking extradimensional monkey!"
>All in all, he's quite jumpy for an evil overlord. Maybe that whole 'dying and becoming a souvenir owned by an alien' took a toll on him.
>If that's the case, you can't blame him.
>"And what in the Darkness' name makes you think you can do magic?"
Well, I just did that telephatee thing.
>"Telepathy. And that's just a matter of willpower and the shard in your apend-"
"Hey, what did I miss? Is it over? Who won?"
>We kinda ceased fire. Now we're negotiating the truce.
"Cool. Demand him his virgins."
>He doesn't have.
"Isn't he a King?
>Well, he was, but-
>"...who's that?"
...
...you can hear him?
"He can hear me?"
>"Why in the void do you have TWO BUCKING VOICES IN YOUR HEAD?!"
It's a long story... But first, where are my manners? Trevor, this is the... ghost of Sombra, evil overthrown ruler of the Crystal Empire and the most powerful dark unicorn ever known.
"'Sup, man."
Sombra, this is Trevor Dick, mah penis.
>"..."
>Several minutes of akward silence follow that statement. Now that you think of it, it did sound creepy.
Look, it's not that-
>You stop mid-sentence. If you focus, you can grasp some of his thoughts.
>"...-e, on his own, developed a t-... -ut not even the greatest could-..."
>You share a bewildered thought with Trevor.
>"...to Tartarus with this. Okay, human, you win. You've proved your potential. I will initiate you into the misteries of the Dark Magic."
>'Human', huh? That 'hemomancy' thing sure is informative. But you won't look a gifted horse in the mouth.
Coolio. By the way, what are we gonna do with the shit you left in my thumb? I'm sick of it burning me.
>Sombra pulls out the thinest of mental threads and directs it towards your finger. You prepare to defend from another mind break, but he keeps himself on the thumb.
>"You got a shard of my horn inside you. It has been acting as a magic conductor, heating up every time you channelled magic. I could remove it, but I rather not. It would hurt-"
>Yikes.
>"-and it may attract... 'unwanted' attention.
"Pussy"
So, what, we leave it there?
>"...no, I have a better idea. We're gonna use it as your first lesson."
Wut?
>"You shall summon raw magic power from it. Usually, a mage gets magic from the aether, but now's too risky. You're a novice... and She could notice..."
>"C'mon, sit on the bed. As comfortably as you can, I advise."
>You comply, sitting on your crossed legs.
>"Bieeen... Now, focus only on your breath and the sound of my voice. Let's see if you really have what it takes..."
 
"Wakey-waaaakeey~"
>You open your eyes. You're sprawling on your bed, still dressed.
>And you're head hurts as fuck. Again.
>Waking with a headache seems to be becoming an habit.
Morning, Trevor... Ugh, shit. Can you do something about this?
"Sure. Here, lemme try this... HNNNNNNNNGGGGGHH-"
>You there's a faint tingling on the back of your head, but the pain isn't fading away.
>Wait. You're feeling something...
"-HGHGGGGGNAH! Done!"
>Head still hurts. But now you have a boner.
"Best solution for migraines? That's right: sex. NOW GO OUT THERE AND FUCK SOMETHING!"
>Should have seen that coming.
>You check Mini-Iron Will. Around quarter past eleven in the morning. Good thing today's Sunday.
>You found a bit strange that they would honour Sabbath in P0nyland, but you won't complain.
>Anyway, back to the usual routine.
>Unclothe. Shit, shower, shave. Clean set of clothes.
>Glass of carrot juice and bowl of Hay-O's.
Who the fuck thinks these brands?
>A sip of Applejack Daniels to get in the mood, and you're ready to start the day!
>You inhale deeply and open the front door with a smile on your face.
>Only to bump into a big, wide wooden bucket filled with a poorly-painted pile of paper mache raddishes...
>...and a nude mare's bum sticking out of it.
"What, it's Christmas already?"
>You look around. This must be some kind of prank. Surely you will find Dash spying from behind a cloud or Pinkie's tail sticking out some bush.
>Nothing. Nop0ny's around.
>Holy crap, the mare's pussy's dripping! And it may have been for a while: there's quite a puddle around the bucket. How long has she been here?
>You can't help but notice that the p0nies' clitoris is on the wrong end of the labia. And it pops in and out of her. Actually, it's strange you didn't realise that fact before.
Who...?
>You can't see the cutie mark, but the p0ny's coat is light yellow and though her tail is bent over, hidden under the raddishes, it starts right over the disturbingly open anus and the gaping, soaked vagina. Her hair is pink.
"I definitely like this girl."
WHAT THE FUCK, FLUTTERSHY!?
>She 'eeps' and trembles at the sound of your voice. Another squirt comes out her pussy.
>"N-no... I'm not Fl-Fluttershy. I'm just a sexy p-pile of raddishes..."
>You can feel a brain tumor growing on your cortex.
>"...sooo... why don't you... r-r-rut me...?"
"I second that motion."
>You try really hard to keep calm.
What in the Actual Fuck are you doing, Fluttershy?
>She flinches and her head pops out of the pile, dropping some of the worst-pasted raddishes on the puddle.
>"I-I'm sorry, Anon... I just... I heard your saying the other day and I thought..."
>What saying? FUck, does she mean the 'conquer a man's heart through his stomach' thing?
>"...that r-raddishes might be your... your fetish..."
>You're too shocked to even facepalm.
Look, Fluttershy... I'm flattered, I'm really am...
>She turns the whole costume around and faces you with a hopeful smile in her face.
But I'm not going to fuck you right here and now only because you dressed like a pile of raddishes!
>That disappointed look... She really believed you would.
>"Oh... Sorry, t-then... Next time, maybe?"
>Two small holes open at the sides of the paper mache hulk. Fluttershy spreads her wings and flies away.
>You stay there, standing in awe as she disappears in the distance. Your head still hurts as fuck.
"Dude, your a jerk."
 
>"It's open! Come on in!"
>You open the front door of Rarity's boutique and step inside. The unicorn, as elegant as ever, greets you.
>"Anon! What a surprise! You should have told me you were visiting me. I look absolutely dreadful!"
>Of course, she looks as impeccable as ever. But if she wants to play...
Well, I wasn't gonna say anything but that's one ugly-ass hairdo you have this morning.
>You smile, proving that you're only joking. This may become an excelent relief for your anxiety-driven migrain.
>She chuckles, covering her mouth with a sugar-white hoof, and trots to the kitchen.
>"I was just making some tea. I hope you won't mind having such a slovenly mare serving you a cup or two?"
Sure.
>You follow her.
>"And, what brings you to my humble shop, you heartless ruffian?"
The only thing a lowly ruffian like me could be interested: honor, m'lady. I came to discuss the details of our little bet with you.
>Suddenly, she doesn't seem that prone to jokes.
>"Sugar? Milk?"
Both. And lots. I hate tea.
>That earns you a frisky disapproval glare. You help her bring the platter with the tea and some cookies to the living room.
>You both sit on the -uncomfortably- short and soft coach. Everything looks the same as it was last time you were here. Which reminds you...
Why hasn't Sweetie Belle tackled me to the ground as soon as I entered?
>"I'm sure she would have loved to, but it's pretty difficult to do that from the C.M.C. H.Q."
The what now?
>"Uh, yes, sorry. Looks like some of my sister's... slang stuck onto me. I am talking about the Cutie Mark Crusaders' Headquarters, of course."
Ah.
>A moment of sipping tea and munching on cookies.
>God, if there's something you love about Equestria it's the p0nies' pastries.
>And the tea is not that bad.
*munchmunchmunch* Back to the topic in question, *gulp* I went yesterday to Applejack's and-
>"So I heard..."
>Wut? What did she hear? From who?
>She takes a sip, grinning with a condescendig expression in her long eyelash-covered eyes.
>Poker face, poker face, goddammit!
-and brought her up to date about our deal. She found it all quite amusing, and agreed to cooperate in 'any way possible'.
>Okay, that may not be the exact quote, but it's pretty much the same.
>Rarity takes another sip -how the hell can she hold the cup with hooves?!- and grabs a cookie.
>"That was to be expected from her. Do not worry, Anon, I am a mare of my word. And a promise is a promise."
You don't dissapoint me, Rarity. When do you want to start, then? Is tomorrow okay?
>She spins the cookie in her -fingerless- hoof. You're not sure, but you think her face became paler.
>"...*sigh*Sure, tomorrow's fine. I don't have any big appointment for this week. So, I guess I'm... *sigh* free..."
>You don't want to poke her too much, so you dip another cookie in your sweet milk with tea.
>Rarity gets up from the couch and walks to the window, teacup held in a telekinetic sapphire field.
>You silently chuckle at her unbelivably dramatic posture when she sighs again. You can imagine what comes next.
>Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present you 'The Drama Queen', starring: herself.
>"I still can believe Angel didn't like my gift! It was so beautiful, so fashionable. So well-thought and so-"
Seriously?
>You couldn't hold that. She turns around to face you, sincerely surprised by you interruting her with that skeptic tone of voice.
>"Come again?"
>You leave the cup in the table and swallow one last cookie before standing up.
You seriously still think that giving Angel a pink, shining, girly fairy costume was a good idea?
>You put a special emphasis on the rabbit's name, just to be sure you're both talking about the same guy.
>Rarity grimaces for a second. Maybe you're pushing her too far?
>Anyway, you don't really care. Someone has to pull this p0ny's head out her ass. And it may as well be you.
>"Yes, I seriously do. And why wouldn't I? He's a cute little rabbit and he would look adorable dressed like that!"
C'mon, Angel would rather die than wear anything like that... thing.
>She pouts in anger, slow and carefully droping the teacup in a nearby serving table.
>"I don't see why. I simply made him a gift that everyp0ny would love."
I wouldn't! And it was obvious that he wouldn't either. We're talking about the one who beats cats into pulp if they get near his carrots. About the one who dresses as a commando every Maredi Gras, for fucks sake!
>"Please, Anon, do tell me more about my best friend's pet."
>Touchè. She walks up to you and glares right at your eyes.
>"I have known Angel for far longer than you've even been here in Equestria. You can't tell me anything about him I don't already know."
Then why gifting him that?
>"Because I do know him. He's mean, rude and ungrateful. I wanted him to apreciate the effort I-'we' put in the present and, for once, swallow his pride and discover that not always everything has to be as he wants."
>Wow, looks like she planned his gift more carefully than you thought. Actually, now you feel kinda sorry for this whole thing, bet included. Rarity only wanted to teach Angel a lesson, and a good one, at that.
>You're thinking about apologizing. But something in her face stops you.
>She's still tense, still expecting a response to her argument. There's a strange spark in her eyes. Could it be... a challenge?
So, you wanted to change him?
>"Yes."
Even if that's Fluttershy's responsability?
>"Well, yes. It's clear that she couldn't so I tried to help..."
Did she asked you to?
>"No, not directly."
Why interfering, then?
>"Because... that's who I am: I'm Generosity."
>Now you got her.
That's not being generous, that's just meddling.
>Bam. Right in her ego.
>She backs away, but something's odd. You saw her back legs tremble and you'd swear she smiled there for a second.
>Anyway, she's now standing in a perfectly outraged posture, looking proud and aggrieved.
>"How dare you, you- you ignorant brute! I tried to make him a better person and you just wanted to fill his belly!"
'Better' doesn't mean 'exactly how Rarity wants'. And you could have done better than trying to dress him as a transvestite Leprechaun.
>There it is again, the quiver on her hind legs. You have her.
>But, why do you have the feeling that this is getting out of your hands?
>"You're just a tasteless savage! That's no way to talk to a lady!"
Oh, excuse me, Madame. Here, let me reach you your divan, so you can lay and whine about how the world is going to end because I don't agree with you.
>Your voice oozes sarcasm. Something visibly snaps in her.
>"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!"
>Suddenly, a huge maddened grin appears on Rarity's face as she jumps right on you, knocking you down on the sofa.
Rarity! Wha-?
>Her lips and tongue cut you off. She's hugging and kissing you as if her life depended on it.
"Finally! YOINK"
>Wha-?
Main processing unit overrun. Transferring administrator rights to secondary processor.
>Wha-!?
Secondary processor loaded. Executing Trevor.exe.
"ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL"
>WHA-!?
 
>You are Trevor. And you are ready to roll.
>Her tongue seems to be having a fun time in your mouth. You act as a proper host and greet her by twirling yours around it. Then, you push into her mouth and keep it in there.
>Gotta mark your territory.
>Both hands are idle. Lets fix that.
>Since her head is busy and p0nies don't have boobs -quite a shame- there's only one obvious answer. The mare eeps when all your ten fingers land on her crotch.
>It's already wet. Too wet. She must have been getting off during the discussion. That explains the wierd things Anon noticed.
>Interesting. Fact noted for future usage.
>Now, back to work.
>You thoroughly fondle her butt cheeks, ocassionally massaging the lower part of her back. That makes her shiver and moan.
>Then, when she starts to relax, you begin to gently caress her labia and prod around her anus. If what you learnt from p0nies anatomy is correct, then it should soon...
>There it is: her clit is now blinking.
>You quickly press it between your thumb and your index, so anytime it moves it rubs itself against your fingernails.
>Of course, you won't leave the other fingers un-used. The three remaining of the first hand are inserted into the vagina, while the second hand just prods a little bit deeper into the rectum.
>She brokes the kiss. The p0ny's panting to heavily to breathe just from her nose.
>But you don't relent.
>You keep the pace, pushing your hips against hers to increase the preassure of your hands on her crotch.
>Her juices are spilling everywhere. If you were Anon, maybe you'll wonder if Rarity would be worried about staining her coach.
>But you're Trevor, and you don't give a flying fuck about that.
>...mmmh, flying fuck. You'll have to get a pegasus next.
>Okay, judging by the loud screams and the angle of her arching back, this must be over soon.
>Good, It's about time to move on to blowjobs and/or actual sex.
>To speed up the process, you unexpectedly insert a whole finger up her ass and twirl it around several times.
>As a result, her spine does an almost perfect C form and your pants get completely and utterly soaked.
>Primary objective complete. You'll let her recover her breath before gooing for the main dish.
>"Hah, hah, hah... Oh, Anon, those fingers are marvelous! Hah, hah, hah... But, look at your trousers! They're ruined! Go upstairs, I'll get you a new pair right away."
>Wut?
But-
>"Hush now, dear. Go upstairs, first door on the left and wait there. I'll be there shortly..."
>Booooriing.
"Here, Anon, have yourself back. This bitch's another cockblocker."
 
>You are now Anonymous. And you're sitting on Rarity's bed, no pants, arguing with your penis.
You motherfucker! Don't ever dare to pull something like that on me again!
"What? Hey, pal, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be here now. Knowing you, you could have tried to talk some sense into her as soon as she threw herself onto you."
>He spits 'sense' as if it were a swearword.
"Anyway, that doesn't matter no more. She's gonna try to lumber us some new pants or something."
God, you're dumb as fuck.
"HEY, where did that came from?"
She's not going to sell us shit. The pants thing was an excuse to get time.
"...WHAT?"
Yeah, I bet she's now in the bathroom... you know, getting ready. Perfume, make up, that kind of stuff.
>"Have you ever considered make a living out of gambling?"
>She's standing by the door. And 'standing' as in the human way, on two legs. One of her free hooves rest on her hip. The other one strokes her mane. She winks at you.
>You let out a whistle in approval. Looks like she's been busy in the bathroom.
>Her eyelashes look longer than ever, creating a very interesting effect every time she closes one of both eyes.
>The deep blue eye shadow helps too.
>You can't see any more make up, but the fur on her face seems brighter and smoother than just a few minutes ago.
>Anyway, that's nowhere near as enticing as the jet black silk set of suspenders and stockings. For the four legs.
>Guess that's a good substitute for bras.
"Holy fucking mother of... Dude, let's switch! I HAVE TO GET A PIECE OF THAT!"
>Don't worry, Trevor. We will. As a TEAM.
"What, you mean a three-way?"
>Sure, let him call it what he wants. But no more bullshit.
"Chill, man. Three-ways are cool. Just don't forget the golden rule."
>Don't know which one he's talking about, but here he has yours: no 'overrides', no 'assuming control' or you're getting out of this even if you have to jump through the window.
"Okay, okay, I get it. You say 'fuck', I ask 'how hard'."
>Fine, then. Back to the outside world.
>You've been staring at the doorway this whole time, mouth slightly open. Fortunately, Rarity thinks her display just left you wordless in awe.
>And she's not exactly wrong.
>The p0ny contorts and strikes different postures, all equally suggestive.
>"Come on, Anon. Let's have some real fun."
>Then she lands on her four and approaches the bed, markedly shaking her hips on each step.
>You feel a nudge on your mind. Looks like Trevor can't behave properly.
>Well, then he better learn.
Look, Rarity, I'm not sure if I'm ready for this...
>"What?"
>That cut her off
It's just that... Applejack and I are kinda together and-
"SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY! I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOO-!"
>"So?"
>That cut YOU both off.
What do you mean 'so'? She'll be mad if she hears of this!
>"No, she wouldn't. This is just some harmless fun, like you had with her. It's not like we're getting married!"
>Fuck, these p0nies are liberal.
>"What's that face about?... Don't tell me you do really care that much about this stuff?"
Well... our females usually do.
>She giggles and snuggles against you. She seems as amused by this particular trait of human moral as she was about your 'clothing obsession', as she called it.
>Talking about clothes, she's undoing your shirt.
>"Then you should consider yourself lucky to be here and not back on Earth..."
>You hold her between you arms and kiss her.
You won't hear me complain... And speaking of no complaints, how did we end up like this?
>"What, you'd rather still be arguing?"
I told you, I don't complain. >You kiss her again.< I just don't get why you became so...eager all of a sudden.
>"Oh, Anon, it's your fault." >Kiss< "You were just so assertive..."
>The kisses are getting stronger and more passionate.
>"So clever..."
>The next one lands on your chin.
>"So spirited and manly and fierce!"
>Neck, chest, abdomen. Now she's on your underpants.
>"So, so..."
>She pulls off your boxer, unveiling Trevor in all his glory.
>"...imposing..."
"You're not half bad either, slut."
>Her eyes are locked on your dick. She stares at him like Pinkie would at a cake you told her she couldn't taste yet.
>Who could have guessed it, seems like Rarity has a pretty beta personality.
"I think you may be right, friend. We better take advantage of that."
>You place one hand on her mane and stroke it backwards, removing the curls that hide her face.
Well, well, well...What a naughty mare you turned out to be, my 'fair lady'.
>She visibly twitches at your words. You fear you may have overextended a bit but soon a lustful grin appears on her snout.
>Gotta hit the iron while it's hot.
"Heh-he, hot."
Do you enjoy being bossed around? Being submissive and obedient? Good, I can work with that. Now, start serving me, bitch.
>A faint sigh of pleasure comes out right before she starts licking on Trevor.
>Her tongue tiwrls and tiwsts around the gland over and over again, but she's too focused on licking to give you real pleasure.  You don't know why, but p0nies really seem to enjoy Trevor's touch and flavour.
"Must be my awesomeness."
What are you doing, eating a popsicle? Put some effort into it!
>You stop patting her hair and push her from the back of her head, encouraging her to actually suck on Trevor.
>She gets into it quite lively. Strangely enough, she's doing to you the same you did to her clit: she uses her blunt, wide teeth to pressure the entire length of the penis on each stroke.
>It actually feels fucking good!
See, Rarity! That's how much you can suck!
>The mare almost gags on your lowsy joke.
"Woah, that felt great! Make her do that again."
>Better not. You want to avoid killing her with your genitalia, if you can.
>The local tabloids would gang up on you.
>Rarity gradually picks up a good pace and starts deep-throating. To be totally honest, Fluttershy did it better, but you said you wouldn't complain.
"Sir! Load's ready to fire."
>Roger that. Await for confirmation.
Open wide, dear!
>Her eyes open wide. And she moves away from Trevor.
"HEY!"
Oh, no, Anon. I've been a naughty foal. I don't deserve such a treat.
>She jumps on the bed an lays face-down. Then, she raises her bum and spreads her buttocks. You can clearly see her gaping anus.
>"Bad girls deserve a punishment~"
>Oh yeah
"NOPE."
>Wut? Did he just say nope to THAT?!
"I'm not going in there!"
>Why?!
"I'm a vagina-only appendix. That's supposed to be an exit, not an entrance. And it's dirty as heck."
>Of all times, he had to choose this one to be scrupulous.
>For fuck's sake -literally-, you're talking about Rarity. It would be difficult to find a cleaner rectum in all of Equestria.
"Dun care. I'm not going in there."
Yes, you are. >you mentally spit< You will enter there, and you'll enjoy it. And she'll enjoy it and I'll enjoy it. You owe me that from earlier. I say 'fuck'...
>You rarely ever been more serious in your life. For once, you're the one who wants booty and Trevor the one that's reluctant.
>Luckily for you, you're far more intimidating than your dick.
"...fine, I'll try, for the sake of the fuck. But better get ready some 'it's the first time it happens to me' excuse in case this flops."
>Oh, with such moral support, this will never flop.
>You approach the eager mare, who's still in the same wonderful pose, panting and holding her ass open.
>Slowly, deliberately, you place yourself kneeling just behind her. You put your open hands over her hooves and sick your thumbs up her ass.
>Rarity lets out a deep, long moan, and a squirt of musky water shoots out from her pussy.
>Right when she stops trembling, you swiftly slide your thumbs out and Trevor in.
>The whole Trevor. All in.
"Yikes!"
>"Oh, sweet Celestia!"
>The p0ny's legs go limp and you feel her weight on the base of your penis. You can easily hold it. Even if p0nies weren't that light. Trevor's now hard enough to smash diamonds.
"Mpf, it's so much drier in here! I don't get the appeal of-OOPS"
>You slide him in and out, moving your hips back and forward as if you were sawing a log with your crotch.
>Ugh, better forget that image.
"Okay, maybe this is not as bad as I thought, but it's still better to-OOPS"
>"Mmhmmhmm... Please, allow me~"
>Her rectum suddenly tightens and twists. Looks like Rarity recovered from the insertion.
>The sensation coming from your penis is difficult to describe.
>She's now using her hind muscles at their best potential. And Trevor's rejoice.
"GOD, this is GOOOOD!"
>But you won't be bested by her ass. You crank your rythm up a notch and grab her by her shoulders.
>Then, you change positions. You roll, laying back down on the bed, with Rarity on top, facing you.
>The double spin takes them by surprise.
>"Eeep!"
"GLHLGHLLHGL- Warn me before doing that!"
>Sorry, spur of the moment. It worked though.
>Her marehood looks like a tiny, quite gross fountain, and Derpy would be proud of the expression Rarity has on her face.
"Aaaaahh... Anon, that was-"
Not over.
>You thrust again, even deeper than ever before. There goes fountain again, as she arches her back.
>You glide an arm behind her and push her belly with the palm of the other hand. Still pushing into her.
>Each movement seems to send waves of exctasy through the little p0ny's body. She contorts and twirls from pleasure, realeasing increasingly louder moans and incohoerent shouts.
>You don't know exactly how much time you keep this up. Your thoughts become more and more dull on each thrust.
>But eventually Trevor gives you the singal.
"Huff, huff, huff, can't, hold, much, longeEER!"
>You take him far back out and stop for a second for dramatic effect. Rarity quickly gets the situation and presses her arse against your hips. Her desire beams at you from her cobalt eyes.
>You thrust. A final, glorious push. Immediatly after the friction stops, Trevor begins unloading.
>Any attempts to keep moving are impeded by the mare's weight. Well, let her have it her way.
>Trevor squirts and squirts and squirts, Rarity shacking the whole time.
>Until it's over.
>Then you both relax. You leave her roll to the side.
>Several minutes of panting go by. You don't even care how many. Then, she speaks.
>"Anon... Anon, dear Princess, that was...! No one ever... Oh my gosh, such...!"
"Fuck yeah!"
>You smirk and sit down. Glance at the exhausted mare, while pointing at Trevor. He's recovered and gets harder by the minute.
Glad you think so. Want seconds?
>Sprawling, face-up, her legs stretched, the alabaster p0ny smiles.