>Day Investigation in Equestria
>You are Anon, master-class spy
>007 ain't got shit on you
>If it weren't for you, Osama would've bin Laden down some shit on the US right now
>If it weren't for you, Sadam would've Hussein something about Iraqi democracy
>If it weren't-
>No more shitty puns, you're better than this
>...
>That's a lie.
>But no more punny jokes for now
>Your latest task has been set by someone you'd never thought you'd be in bed with, metaphorically AND literally
>Bananabashful, the animal rapist you had to hunt down a couple years ago.
>Recently she escaped from prison,
>She has given you evidence which implies that Rarity is a member of the pony KKK.
>According to the document, she's been planning to kill that zebra that lives in the Everfree.
>Zecora, you think her name is.
>That's besides the point. All you gotta do is save her.
>It's an odd job, but you weren't exactly employed by anyone
>”Gimme bits, get my wits” is your motto
>With the yellow pony standing in front of you, there's one thing left to do.
“Where do I begin?”
 
>Outside Carousel Boutique, you lie in the shade of a tree
>Horrific events are going to unfold
>Or to the best of your knowledge they were
>According to Yellowrapist, Rarity is going to be “serving” Zecora today
>Unusual, seeing as zebras didn't normally wear dresses
>As she slips inside the door, you sneakily slide along the floor to the window.
>Propping your trusty Bush-Hat 5000 on top of your head, you rise your head up so you have a view of inside
>...That's not how a Ku Klux Pony treats a zebra.
>”Oh my dear Rarity! Give your love to me!”
>You turn away from the window, your stomach lurching.
>That was your dad's fault, making you hate lesbian action like that
>What a bastard he was.
>Back to the mission at hand
>Fluttershy either got the wrong info, or set this up on purpose
>But for what reason?
>Ignoring your stomachs cry for release, you decide to brave the homopones
>Crashing in through the door, tranquillizer raised, you shout
“Well well well what's goin' on in HERE?!”
>The pair look up at you, gasping
“I'm Anon, and I've come to stop your schemes Rarity!”
>They hide their exposed genitals, their faces contorting into embarrassment
>Red-faced, one speaks up
>”Goodness, we have been found! With our marehoods exposed, abound!”
>...
>Do all zebras talk like this?
>With the distraction, the white artisan of clothing has approached without your knowing
>In a sultry voice, she speaks
>”I believe he WANTED to find us here...”
>Inches away from your face, Rarity bats her eyelids
>”Didn't you?”
>Before you can respond, her lips are planted upon yours
“Mmphrgh!”
>She retracts, a trail of saliva following
“What the fuck?!”
>Before you can voice any more complaints to Human Resources, your trousers are on the floor, quickly followed by your underwear
>Rarity looks down, waving for Zecora to come over.
>They both giggle at your [spoiler]small dick[/spoiler]
>”What is this little one doing here? It's as if it is a fledgling spear!”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
>The zebra smiles seductively
>”Anon, should you please my winking clit, I will not reveal your shrinking wit.”
“I are not be of dumb!”
>What the fuck is going on here?
>”Darling, what EVER happened to manners? Don't you know how to please two ladies?”
>Rarity uses her magic to pull over her Drama Chair, Zecora then pushes you onto it
“B-b-but Fluttershy-”
>”Is a fool. Now come here!”
>And...
>Face-full-o-crotchtits.
>The fact you're lanky doesn't help. Rarity is heavier than you thought.
>And with that, you're pinned.
>Rarity looks at the zebra, ushering her over
>She comes over, and proceeds to slam herself onto your member
“ICTHVGH!”
>Screaming was useless, the crotchtits you were being forced to suckle on blocked any sound.
>The zebra begins to pump herself up and down
>You find yourself struggling for breath as these mares go to town on you
>It takes a big effort, but you attempt to sit up to force Rarity from you
>She groans slightly
>Without warning, a hoof is planted to your face
>”What do you think you're doing, Anon?!”
“You'r-”
>Unable to complete your sentence, another hoof slams into your jaw
>”You could've just enjoyed my generosity and Zecora!”
>The striped one continues massaging your erection with her walls
>”Rarity, leave him be. Stop being a foalish filly.”
>She slams a hoof down on your chest, turning so her vagina is at your face
>”Now, Anon... I give you one last chance...”
>You remain motionless.
>The white mare turns her head, venom in her eyes.
>”Anon.”
>No movements.
>”Fine.”
>Wetness covers your face.
>You can't breathe through your nose, so you're forced to open your mouth
>The torrent of marejuices is like a flash flood in Arizona
>Best make this as bearable as possible.
>Just as you're about to thrust your tongue inside, you hear snickering
>Exploding from Carousel Boutique's door is Pinkie, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy
>Laughter erupts from all 3 of them
>You are Anon, master-class spy
>And today, you were tricked into being raped by
>Fucking Fluttershy.