Title:           No Sex In Your Violence: Part 4
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Saturday 17th of November 2012 03:55:49 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 17th of November 2012 03:55:49 PM CDT

>You arrive at Fluttershy's with Rainbowfilly.
>When you enter the cottage you see the rest of the fillies smiling at you.
Where is Fluttershy?
>A warm liquid begins dousing your head.
>You smell piss and look up to see Fluttershy flying and pissing on you with a blush.
>The fillies all start rolling around roaring with laughter.
>Rainbow Dash looks down in embarassment.
>"W-well it looks like you need a shower... L-let's go..."
>Fluttercreep floats in front of you pulling your arm toward her bathroom.
>Why does she smell like she's been around a large [fire]?
>The smell disappears.
Fluttershy. I'm going to hold my anger back and not freak out in front of the fillies. I'm going to use your shower.
ALONE.
>She hangs her head and you walk past the laughing fillies to the bathroom.
>"Good job Flutterjerk," you hear Rainbow Dash say before you close the door.
>You go through the process of checking every space in the bathroom before you start the tiny pony shower.
>Coast clear, you begin removing your urine soaked clothes for the second time today.
>Her piss smells rather strong.
>She must not have a well balanced diet from using all of her time to stalk you.
>You step into the water and begin reflecting on the day.
>Filly rape.
>Piss, piss everywhere.
>How had Fluttershy been seeing what you were doing?
>And what were those strange feelings you kept getting like repressed memories?
>You decide to distract yourself with a song.
Big adventure, tons of fun, a beautiful heart faithful and strong,
>You hear a clanking noise below you but ignore it and keep singing.
>There's another clank and you stop.
>Looking down through the drain you catch a glimps of pink.
Oh fuck no.
 
 
>You kick the door open to Fluttershy's basement after getting dressed.
>She looks out of the corner of her eyes at you.
>She floats below the pipe she has detatched with a wrench, collecting the falling water in her mouth.
FLUTTERSHY!
>She squeaks and drops the wrench.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
>"L-letting you shower a-alone."
>You facepalm.
I'm taking Scootaloo. Watch the other fillies. No weird shit!
>You go back inside to get Scootaloo.
>This time you're going to get the job done.
>Get her a cutie mark and not get tricked or forced.
Scoots you ready?
>She stops sniffing Rainbow Dash who is napping and skitters over to you.
>Shit, she's almost as bad as Fluttershy...
>"Yes Mr. Anon let's jet!"
>You leave with the filly riding her scooter alongside you.
>Her little wing buzzing and helmet are actually kind of cute.
>Musn't be tricked.
>"So what will we do to get my cutie mark Mr. Anon?"
I guess some extreme scooting?
>"Huh?" she stops.
Well, you're always on that scooter, I think your mark will have something to do with it so, why not try some cool tricks?
>She smiles and her wings buzz, "Yeah! That sounds like something Rainbow Dash would do!"
Uh, yeah...
>The two of you begin setting up a course.
 
 
>After an hour of extreme scooting, Scootaloo flops down breathing heavy and covered in sweat.
>"Mr. Anon can we... have lunch?"
Sure! You're doing great! I'll make you anything you want back at my place.
>She hops up with new vigor, "I want spaghetti!"
>Always fucking spaghetti...
Alright let's pack up and go.
>An hour later and Scootaloo's grand meal sits in front of her.
>Re-heated leftover spaghetti, juice, bananas, mashed potatoes, pudding, salad, milk and yogurt.
>She asked for just about everything in the damn fridge.
>Her eyes sparkle and she picks up a fork, "ready to eat Mr. Anon?! Do you like bananas?"
>You sit and pick up a fork.
Yeah. Are you this hungry?
>She looks at you with half lidded eyes.
>"You're gonna help me eat it, and most of it won't be in our stomachs by the end..."
 
 
>Here you are tied up again.
>In your own house.
>By a filly.
>Scootaloo was a lot faster than Fluttershy.
>She sits on your chest with the bowl of spaghetti.
This isn't amusing Scootaloo, I have issues with being tied up.
>She wraps some noodles around a fork, "I like food Mr. Anon. I REALLY like food. And I like you. Why not have both?"
>You open your mouth to speak but she sticks the fork full of pasta in.
>The sauce runs down your cheek.
>"Mr. Anon, sometimes I get carried away with my meals."
>You chew.
>"And sometimes when no one is around I... play with my food."
>She bends down and licks the sauce from your cheek and lips.
>You turn your head away and she groans.
>"If you don't cooperate, I'll go get Fluttershy..."
>You turn your head back and open your mouth.
>"Yay!" She picks up the bowl of mashed potatoes, "this is gonna get messy... I'll take off your clothes for you."
NO!
 
 
>Your clothes are cut away with a steak knife and she brings the taters to your stomach.
>Taking the spoon, she begins spreading the white goop all over your genitals.
What the hell are you doing?!
>When you're completely covered she sets the bowl down and licks her lips.
>"Tater nuts!"
>She dives in and her little tongue begins slurping the mash up.
>Boner morphin time!
>She carefully licks the last of the potatoes from the tip and swallows.
>"Yum! What's next?"
NOTHING!
>Scootaloo goes back to the table and picks up the yogurt and a banana.
>She sits on your stomach again and exposes her twat to you.
>"I've done this quite a few times."
>She peels the banana and dunks it into the yogurt.
Don't do it, don't-
>The yogurt covered banana is inserted into her pussy and she moans.
>"You're bigger than this Mr. Anon, but... but m-my body is ready."
>She pulls the fruit out and jams it into your mouth.
MMMMFMM!
>You taste the yogurt, banana and filly juice, but refuse to bite.
>"Eat it! It's good!" She pushes your jaw closed and a chunk of the tainted fruit falls to the back of your throat.
>You choke and swallow it through tears.
DAMMIT SCOOTALOO!
>She gives her crotch a rub and picks up the spaghetti again.
>"Let's get to the good stuff."
 
 
>She turns over the bowl and the spaghetti plops onto your crotch.
>"Spaghetti oh's!"
>She slides your rod into her to the hilt.
>"OH! OOOOH! OH!"
STOP IT!
>She grind into the pasta, her fluids pouring out mixed with marinara.
>"Choco-banana?"
>She peels another banana while still humping you and dips it into the chocolate pudding.
What are you going to do with that?!
>She hunches over and slides it into her ass.
>"Holy plot! I've never done this!"
>Her wings buzz and she rocks back and forth, the banana mashing on your balls.
FOR THE LOVE OF TWILIGHT STOP!
>"But there's milk to drink!"
Your what hurts?
>She lifts the jug of milk with a grin.
>Sliding your slimy sauce covered dick out of her with a squeak she moves up to your chest.
>"After this i'll untie you if you cooperate Mr. Anon."
>Scootaloo opens the milk and carefully lets it drizzle over her nipples.
>Her rosy buds harden and she pushes her crotch towards you.
>"Go ahead."
>This will get you out of this mess.
>You move your head forward and close your eyes.
 
 
>She whimpers as your lips wrap around a petite nipple.
>The area around this area is bare and very warm aside from the cool milk.
>You lick the line in between the nipples and she shivers with a gasp.
>"M-mister Anon don't stop! Get it all!"
>She puts a hoof in your hair and pours more milk onto your lapping tongue.
>Eager to get rid of the milk and escape, you move lower and collect more.
>You can taste some of the marinara this low.
>Scootaloo whinnys and presses her folds to your mouth.
>You taste her juices and the pasta and try to pull away but she holds your head.
MMMF MMMF!
>"Huh? Choco-banana?"
>She lets go and turns around.
>You see the mashed goop in her hole.
FUCK THIS!
 
 
>Her ass is pressed to your mouth and she grinds the mess into your closed lips.
>The smell of all the foods and musk is overwhelming.
>"If you eat it, I won't do what I was planning with the salad..."
>This bitch serious?
>You close your eyes tight and tentatively put your tongue into her brown eye.
>It actually doesn't taste bad with the chocolate banana.
>She moans as you collect up the mashed fruit and eat it.
>"Thank you! Thank you!"
>She pushes and the mash slides all out into your mouth.
>Resisting the urge to vomit, you gulp it down and Scootaloo has a loud orgasm with the help of your chin.
>"O-okay Mr. Anon... i'll untie you now."
>Another shower is needed.
>A long tear-filled shower.
>"Hope you have fun with Dinky..."
 
END OF PART 4.