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>Fwap.
>Fwap fwap.
>Reality was awfully sleepy.  Much more dragging than the blank pain you were feeling.
>Fwap fwap.
>The fuck was that?
>You awaken to yellow feathers gently brushing past your face.  You sneeze, brutally, the snot and drool firing off for what would have been several meters.
>If only Banana Strawberry hadn't been in the way.
>She drips.
>You sniffle and blink.  The fuck was this?
>You try to move your hands, but they're tightly bound by something. It feels rough and your wrists are already ticklish.
>You look around, the pain between your legs aching at the slightest jostle.  You stick your tongue out and raspberry it away, to nobody in particular.
>You could still smell the fog.  The room itself was cast in a gray haze, the windows open and wind failing to carry it away.
>You stopped to think.  You couldn't.
>Yyyyup.  Still fucked up.
>There were pictures on shelves, a bunch of wildly colored wallpaper, and a nightstand with a mirror. When you looked over your shoulder, you realized you were tied to Flutterhigh's bed.
>Tied to her bed.
>Well, this could get a lot better or worse, depending on how things played out.
>She starts to ramble. You don't listen.  Mostly because you can't hear her.
>Something about being a bastard that ruined years of crop rotation, psychotically high butterflies on an adorable rampage, and a final and possibly important note about cheese.
>With her speech concluded, she produces an instrument of the utmost horror and vile intent.
>A butt plug.
>areyoushittingme.jpg
>You start to tweak.
“Now wait just one goddamn second. I have nothing to do with fucking cheese holes.  That was a binge and I STILL ignore her phone calls.”
 
>She blinks at you, still glistening with your nostril ejaculate.  Utterly confused, she blinks at you and floats in the air. “What? No. You're bucking out of it, man. Pay attention, because this is important.”
>Oh. Okay.
>She floats over to a corner of the room.  In it is a crackling, still glazed Rarity, hog tied in hemp rope.  Duct tape is across her lips and horn.  She is obviously trying to do some kind of spell; it's held fast by the tape.
>Donuts and duct tape. You were learning an awful lot about unicorn weaknesses for being so completely blasted.
>”Now, all I want is one thing.” Flutterhigh said through the red cracks in her pink eyes.  “Just an apology.  Issunt dat wite, Wawity?”
>Her baby speak is offset by the ripping of the tape from Rarity's face.
>”Don't do it Anon! She's gone mad! Positively mad! You can't give in!”
>If overreacting could determine a leaders worth, Rarity would be a matriarch.
>She glanced between the large, clear plug, and you.  Whenever she looks at you, she's scared.  Whenever she looks at you, her lip is curled under her teeth, thoroughly nibbled.
>Oh. You see how it is.
>You pucker up at Rarity and give a distended shrug.
“Okay!”
>You exclaim it with all the fake intensity you can muster.  You put on your best poker face squint, playing some kind of sick hero.
“You can't make me Flutterhigh.  It was for the ignorant good of us all! For Equestria!”
>You have no fucking idea what you're even talking about, but at least it sounded cool.
>In rearing back to make a stalwart reply, your hoof-flattened nuts tumble.  Your role playing falls short against the ball ache.  Jesus, it was like all the hair got yanked out by the fistful.
>”Fine then! Lets see how you like seeing this little “princess” sullied!”
 
>Flutterhigh turns Rarity over onto her belly.  It takes a bit of awkward fumbling and some co-ordination on their part, but they manage.  Her tied legs pushed out, her ass in the air, Flutterhigh starts pushing the tip of the plug between Rarity's donut frosted cheeks.
>A squeal of delight escapes her.  Flutterhigh, confused, jams the plug inside.  Rarity's oh-so-round ass spreads and takes it dutifully, and she croons.
>Flutterhigh raises a brow.
>Rarity stumbles over her own words. “Oh, I mean- YOU FIEND! You terrible, evil monster!”
>The already white pony writhes in place, sending flakes of dry frosting everywhere.  She loses her delicious crust around her rear the most, that shiny, supple backside squeezing around the clear base of the plug.
>You stare into her abyss.
>It tries to wink back.
“You won't get anything out of me, you beast!”
>You speak from the chest, projecting your quickly hardening defiance verbally out the window.
>”Oh, you think she wants more do you?”
>You had to admit, this was not exactly the best of plans on her part.  Did she really think you hated “the plot” that much?  Did she really think you cared that much for NOT seeing Rarity's ass split in twain?
>Shit, you'd been here for quite a while already.   Needs evolved beyond actual wants.
>Flutterhigh produced a box from beneath the nightstand.  Emblazoned with her cutie mark, she opened it with a devilish glee.  In one hoof, there was the fattest purple p0ny dildo you'd ever seen. Well, the first one you'd ever seen. In the other, a pink and wired bullet with a speed control remote.
 
>”Now, you're going to see what the goddess wills...”
“The goddess didn't have anything to do with it!”
>You growl at her, your eyes “inexplicably” locked on Rarity's tensing, scrumptious flanks.
“You're a fucking fetish agent! I knew it! That was MY ass to ruin, you fucking pegasi swine. You whore!”
>Fluttershy grinned at you. ”You better be careful what you say, anonymous.  There is a special bunny here that will pick your bones clean before morning.”
>From the bed, the back of your head gets bitchslapped by Angel with the force of a thousand flutter-feathers.
“You fucking whore.”
>Flutterhigh merely giggled.
>Truth be told, you still were really sore.
>When she started to pull out more and more toys, though, that pain was overshadowed by the enticing lure of sheer “what the gorgeous reaches of my imagination am I about to witness in reality.”
>From her case of floppy and vibrating evils, she produces more and more and more. Laid out before you on an unfurled satin cloth, the tools of her hidden trade are carefully organized.
>You just keep that poker face from descending into toothy snickers.
>Rarity interjects to the silence.  As she worms just a little, her ass cheeks grind tightly against the rim of the plug, a glossy [spoiler]marehood[/spoiler] tightening within the space between those delicate and jiggly mounds atop her thighs.
>”What's going on? Should I be worried, or, appalled?  What's my motivation?”
“Don't worry Rarity. You just have to be strong for big daddy Anonymous.”
>She let out a shrill and ecstatic squeal. “Oh no, that sounds positively atrocious...”
“It might be a few hours before I crack.  You know, cause I'm a fucking hero.”
>”Oh no! Don't give in! You can't possibly let her win!”
 
>”ENOUGH!” Flutterhigh cries out, with a strength that shakes your bristly neck hair.  When she's certain she has your attention, not that it was difficult with an ivory p0nies spread ass lifting gently for more in front of you, she took up the little vibrating bullet.
>After a generous helping of sticky and slick looking liquid from a bottle with an apple on the front, and a distinct odor of that same fruit making you even hungrier than you were, she flicked the remote.
>To Rarity's high pitched and yowling delight, you watch in interested horror as Flutterhigh starts to apply the lube to her from atop that buzzing and silver bullet.  It doesn't take more than a few laps upon the tender and supple flesh around that snug looking little snatch before it's absolutely coated and dripping.
>Rarity complains the entire time.
>Okay, okay. Don't overdo it, you talky slut. I'm having a moment here, don't ruin it.
>”You like seeing this, huh?” Flutterhigh leans over and rubs Rarity's ass in long and rolling strides. “Seeing your pristine little damsel so helpless?”
“... No?”
>This was all terribly awkward, but fuck all if it wasn't fun.
>Flutterhigh stuffed her muzzle between Rarity's haunches.  With one, drawn out lick of an apparently very nimble p0ny tongue, the tip slung upward to fling a curving stripe of lube into the air as her head was tossed back.  Rarity responded the moment the palette met the outside of her petals, letting out a sing-songy shriek.
>Flutterhigh jabbed at the now glistening ass below.  It wobbled just a little.  You bit your lip hard enough you thought you'd draw blood.
 
>The yellow pegasus drew her tongue along the cutie mark, getting a large mouthful of dried donut sweetness. Poking at other spots, she started to lick Rarity up and down on all those marshmallowy spots for a better taste.
>You twitched as the bullet entered her winking silken gap.  Flutterhigh rolled her hoof along the little split hill, roughly, as the wet stammer of the thing inside continued.  The yellow horse fluttered her wings with a predatory smile, and silenced Rarity's screaming for the better part of a minute.
>When she finally calmed, Flutterhigh used her teeth to pluck out the bullet by the wire.  Rarity trembled behind mascara tears.  “Don't you DARE give her the satisfaction, Anonymous.”
“Okay!”
>You reacquire your mask.  This day was awesome.
>Flutterhigh, grumbling, tossed the gooey bullet to the bed.  You had to dodge some Rarity slime.
>She ran her hooves over themselves, and eyed that plump headed horse toy with sinister mirth.  She had to lift it with both hooves, and her baggy, squinting eyes grinned back toward Rarity.
>This day was AMAZING.
>Of course, good things couldn't last forever.
>You heard the downstairs door fling open in a wood splintering crash.  The stomp of hooves, followed by Twilight's voice, were coming up fast.
>”Anonymous, don't worry! We're here!”
>She stormed in with another p0ny.  She was still wearing the glowing donut. Big mac was hunched over in the door as Twilight slid to a stop, crumpling up the rug with her spinning weight. Wrapped in loose rug folds, she looked once to Rarity's ass, and then once to you.  Back to Flutterhigh, and then repeated the process with the corner of her mouth lifted to show teeth.
>”What in the mother-loving, unholy, sun-forbidden and moon-forsaken FUCK are you doing?”
 
>”Twilight sweetie,” Rarity said. “You really have the worst timing.”
>”E-yyyyup.” Big Mac nodded solemnly.
>Cradling the dildo like a wounded animal, Flutterhigh did the only thing she could think of.  Screaming (as best as she could, anyway) with rage, she reared up with that dildo and began to “beat” Twilight with the sac end.  Boing, boing.
>”Ow. Hey, quit it. Anonymous, really,” Flutterhigh's hits were completely useless, only prompting a gentle and rubbery thump from Twilight's cheeks.  The doughnut tilted on her horn. “We were worried.  I've never seen Fluttershy so angry...” She put her hoof up to deflect the dildo assault.
>She was like...  A little rug-wrapped, purple cocktail weenie.  Jesus, you were still hungry.
>”I mean you were gone for like two hours.  It took me so long to find Big-Mac, and here you are all friendly and stuff. I mean, come on! What about Spike!”
“Ooooh yeah.”
>”Twilight, darling. This was really more of a spur of the moment thing.” Rarity could still barely move.  She still seemed comfortable.  “Spikey Wikey is more than welcome!”
>Wasn't this Flutterhigh's thing? Didn't she get a say?
>”Oh.  Oh, okay.” She rubbed her chin lightly, the other hoof still offhandedly deflecting pseudo-dick like a distracted samurai.  “Hm.  Well, we were looking for him to get that letter out...”
>Aw shit.  The mail-bomb!
>You'd let your dick take the reigns again!
>Captain Boner Helmet, this is Admiral Brain.  Stand the fuck down, we have nobles to prank.
>No can do sir.  I've got to stay solid, the mess we're in is just too hot!
>Very well, Captain.  But get your team out of there as soon as possible, you understand? You have more important things to do!
 
>You rummage about with the rope. Hand over hand, you end up undoing it, as you expected, without any effort.  Even in what Flutterhigh called anger, she had no worthwhile skills for this kind of thing.  Ah well, it had been a fun part to play.
>You stand up as Flutterhigh's beatings slow to your sudden self-release.  You point heroically from the crotch of your sweatpants, hands at your hips.  “I am sorry lady Rarity, but I must be off!  I shall return for you!”
>Rarity just waggled her rump a little, squiggly tail lifted high. “Don't forget to tell Spikey Wikey!”
“Mentally noted and already forgotten! Come minions.”
>As you turn, Twilight leans back to let her face dodge the protrusion.
>Ow, fuck.  It still did hurt a little, now that you were out of those woods.  Weren't endorphins supposed to be a painkiller, you thought, as you walked.
>You didn't make it past the stairs.  Your wobbling swagger sure tried, but when the tip caught behind the wooden pillar, your hip-sway bent what was leading you into a crackling C-shape.  Screaming soprano obscenities on every bounce off the stairs, you let out one last F-bomb for the last second you were airborne.
>Twilight ran back out with the rug wrapping her up like a patterned duster. She couldn't stop, again, and went clean over the railing and into the couch.  Viewing you upside down, the doughnut still firmly lodged she simply cried out “Oh no!  Are you alright?”
>Big Mac took one look at you. “Nnnnnnope.”  He started to trot down the stairs, and you found yourself lifted on his back while you gurgled.
>Twilight arrived at your side. She jabbed at the tent, sending boiling pain lurching through your thighs.  You blubber up at her, lower lip wobbling.
“I think I broke it, Twilight...”
 
>She gasped, hooves to her mouth.  Then she jabbed it again.  When you let out the schoolgirl screech, she nodded.   “Yup, it's borked.”
“Don't worry man, you'll be okay!”
>You plead with your dick.
“Don't die on me man, you just gotta hang on!”
>You turn to Twilight.
“You gotta know something we can do Twilight! Anything!”
>She clapped her hooves together after a moment of pouting thought.  “I got it! Lets go see Zecora! She'll have something to fix you up just right.”
“You hear that man? You're gonna be okay!”
>The Captain was already weakening.
>You sniffle in a combination of surreal pain and worry.
“Don't you die on me!”
>As you left the cottage atop Big Mac's back, the sky seemed so serene.  There was no wind.  Only that bleak, marijuana cloud cover.  Captain Boner Helmet, reporting to Admiral Brain...
>Man down...
>I repeat...  Man down...
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