>Down at the schoolyard, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place.
>Off in the secluded corner of the playground, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stand beside you.
>They lean in close to sniff at your neck.
>"Ready for your present?" Diamond Tiara coos in your ear.
"W-Well...not really."
>Silver Spoon nips at your ear.
>"Too bad, now sit, or DT will make you give us pony rides when we get back to the mansion."
>You hate giving them pony rides.
>They keep using that whip, and it hurts.
>So you sit your happy ass down.
>The two fillies look at one another.
>You can see a twinkle of desire in their eye.
>"Ready, Silver?"
>"Always, DT."
>They face each other with you sitting between them.
>Raising onto their hind hooves, they do their little jig.
>First, they bump their front hooves together above your head.
>Their filly bellies pressing against you.
>You can smell their perfume.
>Diamond wearing something high class, and Silver offsetting it with a scent reminiscent of cherries.
>"Bump!"
>They pull away only for a moment.
>Their scent still lingers in your nose.
>Hooves wrap around your chest, and their young, sexually maturing bodies caresses you once more.
>You can feel their chins touch the top of your head.
>"Bump!"
>Once more, they pull away from you.
>The scents and body touching throws you for a loop.
>Your mind grows hazy, and your nerves grow numb with each passing second.
 
>Your eye lids lower slightly, relishing in Diamond Tiara's and Silver Spoon's teasing.
>Two sets of soft lips press against your cheeks.
>They were warm, full of life.
>It spreads into you.
>Your nerves calm down.
>"Sugar lump..."
>The two fillies giggle.
>It sends you off tilt again.
>You know what's coming next.
>The part that you dread.
>You close your eyes and wait for the humiliation to end.
>"Oh Anon, open your eyes."
>You shake your head, refusing to listen to Tiara's kind words.
>"Come on, I promise that you'll get a reward if you open them."
>Regretting your decision, you comply to the rich filly's persuasive request.
>You're greeted to the sight of a large, plush, pink filly ass to the face.
>Another firmer butt presses against the back of your head.
>The two fillies moan in unison as they rub themselves against you as if trying to scratch an itch.
>"Rump~! <3"
>You don't fight them.
>You sit there and take it.
>Not like you can stop them.
>They are rich, and you are their property.
>The only thing you can do is take it.
>The life of their personal slave is a rough one.
>At least you won't have to give them ponyback rides.