Title:           Lulamoon Rape Protection 11
Author:          minion_of_Lulu
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First Edit:      Sunday 20th of January 2013 05:51:23 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 20th of January 2013 05:51:23 PM CDT

>Day you're running low on funds in Equestria.
>And well, you're running low on funds.
>With the harvest done at your one and only odd job, the monthly stipend from Celestia just isn't enough to support two mouths.
>You tried to find other odd jobs, but you were either bad at it or they wouldn't give you a shot.
>Fucking ponies.
>So here you are at the kitchen table doing finances.
Hm...maybe if I just...damn it!
>Another dead end.
>No matter which way you slice it, you and Trixie will go hungry.
>You really don't want that.
>It's not like you pay her, but she does eat more than you.
>Still trying to figure how she keeps her figure.
>You're so focused on your task, you don't notice the sounds of hooves clopping on your floor.
>"Anon wh-"
I guess I might have to fire Trixie with the way things look...
>Your pony sense is tingling, so you look up over to the kitchen entrance.
>No ponies here boss!
>You shrug and go back to figuring this out.
No...I won't do that. There has to be a way.
>You hit the books hard, trying to figure out a way.
 
>You are Trixie.
>And you can't believe what you heard.
>Anon's going to get rid of you.
>You were doing such a good job at keeping the yellow menace away.
>How can he fire you, the Great Protector Trixie.
>But he looked serious.
>You don't want to go, not when you are so close to winning Anon's heart.
>There must be some way to get bits.
>You could do magic shows from time to time...but that won't be enough.
>You reach into your trunk, the first thing you see is an outfit you wished to keep buried.
>A heavy sigh escapes your lips.
It has come to this...but, it's for Anon.
-Fast-forward to late evening-
>Anon is asleep.
>You pack your outfit into a sack and sneak out of the house.
>No pony is awake at this hour, so the street of Ponyville are void of life.
>All the good little fillies and colts sleep in their beds.
>However, there is a crowd that are nocturnal and not really nice.
>You arrive on the outskirts of Ponyville to a unmarked building.
>It looked like a small warehouse on the outside, so ponies usually ignore it.
>You head to the back. The heavy bass reverberating through the walls, coursing through you.
>That feeling is coming back, but you suppress it.
>This...wasn't you anymore. You're a different mare now.
>You arrive at a large metal door, giving it a few heavy bangs with your hoof.
This is for Anon.
>It opens, revealing a burly draft pony, brown coat with a lighter brown mane.
>"I said no solicit- Trixie?"
H-hey Charlie Horse...
 
>So here you are, dolled up with make-up and donning your outfit.
>"You are in for a treat gents, for we have a returning act coming out of retirement."
>You shudder, growling under your breath.
>The curtains part, revealing you in your alternate colored Wizard hat and cape.
>Black with white stars and moons.
>Sadly fitting...
>You walk out, not even two seconds on stage and you are bombarded with catcalls and whistles.
>Fucking animals. Objectifying yourself for these mongrels entertainment.
>"Here is the Great and Lustful, TRIXIE!"
>You hate that stage name, it fills you with disgust.
>But you keep reminding yourself that it's for Anon.
>You toss off your hat and cape, it drifting to the floor gracefully.
>There you are, standing in the clothes you never thought you'd be wearing.
>White sheer stockings accentuating your hind legs connected to garter belts with little stars along the band.
>Your violet panties digging into your ass which is connected to your garter belt and a tail ring.
>Little bat wings hook to a choker and the rest of your ensemble.
>And to top it all off, little earrings you would see somep0ny from Saddle Arabia wear.
>Yes, you look sexy, but you don't feel it.
>But you put up a front while you shake your ass for the crowd of horny stallions.
>More like colts who are going through puberty.
>If Anon were to see you now.
>No! Must focus.
For Anon.
 
>You do your little dance on the pole and strut your stuff around the stage.
>A lift of the tail here and there with some dirty talk got them going.
>Ewww, they are actually clopping in public.
>AbsolutelyDisgusting.jpg
>Eventually you finished your set.
>The bits flew at you.
>"Give it up for that sexy devil, Trixie!"
>Head to the back to take off your gear.
>"Nice show, Trix."
>You glare at the dead pony who called you by that name.
>Your old nickname... which speaks for what you did besides dancing.
>It was Charlie Horse, holding a bag of bits.
Don't call me Trix, Charlie.
>"Yeah yeah." He tosses the sack to you. "Eighty bits for your first time back, not bad. That's not to say you could earn a little more."
I'm not the same mare as before. I'm doing this for my... special somepony.
>You take the bag and stuff it in your sack along with your outfit.
>"If you ever change your mind on the extra work... I'll be here."
>Like hell you'd do that again.
 
>Make it back home.
>Day light is breaking.
>Was a hell of a night dealing with those assholes.
>Sneak your way inside.
>Good, Anon's still asleep.
>Get to your room, hide your sack and bits in your trunk and lock it.
>Slip under your covers, thinking about Anon's finances.
Eighty bits will last all but a month, maybe two if you are lucky. I guess I'll have to go back the next night.
>And so, you spend the next week doing this.
>Wait for Anon to fall asleep, sneak out, strip and dance for the entertainment of others, and back home.
>Eventually, you start to notice the payment getting lower and lower.
>Fucking Charlie Horse, that snake.
>Trying to make you a whorse.
>You made a vow to never return to that life again.
>Was lucky enough of getting a job on a rock farm, which got you out of that life.
>Rather push rocks than turn tricks for Johns.
>But that's too far out of the way, and I can't leave Anon to be attacked by that crazy mare.
>Especially when Sparkle is working along with her just to get to me.
 
>You are Fluttershy, and you are looking pretty with this new haircut from Rarity.
>But you were too self-conscious to meet Anon.
>It's been a week since you even seen him.
>But tonight, that will change.
>You are now marching towards his house.
>...In the dark.
>...With these creepy shado- [spoiler][/spoiler]"EEP!"
>You hop into a nearby bush when you saw a scary shadow heading towards you.
>You peak out.
Wait...isn't that Trixie?
>You watch as the blue unicorn mare sneak through the sleeping town.
>Something is up...but that means Anon is alone.
>You can have him all to yourself...but, something is up.
>Curiosity is getting the better of you, so you follow her.
>Out to some dingy warehouse.
Why would she come...is that music and... cheering?
>You flutter up to a high window.
>Boy this is scary, but you always wondered what is in there.
>Maybe it's one of those scene concerts those young fillies and colts are into nowadays.
>As you peered in, you notice a bunch of stallions around a stage, and a mare grinding against a pole.
Oh my goodness...this place is a naughty hotel. Anon must know.
>Then a wicked smile crosses your lips.
He will see how unfit this mare was at her job, then he'll fire her. Then he'll be all mine to love.
>You zoom off to Anon's post-haste.
>By "zoom off" it was more of a slow flight.
>Don't want to hurt yourself.
 
>You are Anon, and you couldn't sleep.
>You wake in the middle of the night thinking of your finances.
>Every odd job you could think of was a bust, and rationing your monthly stipend won't work out.
>You feel dejected. Maybe you would have to get rid of Trixie.
>It eventually comes to you.
THAT'S IT!
>Your thoughts were interrupted as a yellow pegasus lands inside your room.
>The one night you decide to keep the window open for some cool air.
What do you want, Flutterbu-, wait...did you get your mane cut? it looks...shorter.
>She tries to hide behind it, but remembers that those long flowing locks are no more.
>"Y-you like it?"
Well, it's different.
>Boner in your underwear says it's hot.
>She toughens the fuck up and pounces.
>"N-now I got you all to myself. No one will save you now."
Oh really. You forgot Trixie is right next to me. Just have to push that butto-.
>You facepalm. Telling her something like that.
>Now she's going to rip it out of the socket.
>Feel her move off of you and...just stand there.
>"G-go ahead mister. Get her."
>Damn she has balls.
>You sit there confused for a bit, but you eventually get your bearings and sit up.
F-fine, I will.
>Head over to the button with Trixie's cutie mark on it.
>Push it.
>Nothing happens.
Just wait for it...
>1 minute passes.
>2 minutes...
The hell is she doing?
>Storm out and walk over to your resident's room.
>Knock on it, the door opens slightly.
I'm coming...in?
>No Trixie here boss.
 
>"See Anon, Trixie abandoned you."
>You back up into a corner.
>You can see the rape in Fluttershy's eyes.
>Very determined to get your dick.
>Too bad you won't give it to her.
>You juke to the left, she quickly matches your movement.
>"Just give in! Trixie left you to do things at the naughty hotel!"
>Wait...what?
>In your confusion, you are knocked off your feet.
>Your back slams hard against the floor, knocking the strength out of you.
>Fluttershy slips your underwear off easily.
>No defenses for your dick, she takes it in your mouth.
>Fuck you and your love for short-haired women.
>It feels good, but you want to know more about Trixie.
>Grab Fluttershy's wings and massage them.
>Didn't take much of a wingjob to cause her to orgasm.
>She slumps to the floor while you rush to the room for your pants.
>Come back and Fluttershy is recovering
Where is Trixie?
>"She...she's dancing in front of stallions at this warehouse place."
>A strip club in Ponyville? Who would have known.
Show me where it is.
>As you leave, you notice a sheet of paper stapled to the wall.
>Written on it was: "Need 500 more bits for Anon. Must help him."
>It clicks, she overheard you working on finances.
>And your comment about getting rid of her.
FUCK! This is my fault.
>Just hope that you can get to her before something bad happens.
 
>You are Trixie, and you just finished another set.
>As you take off your outfit, Charlie Horse tosses a small sack of bits at you and a water bottle.
>"Going hard at it."
>You don't respond as you stuff the bits in you sack with your outfit and take a drink of water.
>It...tastes a bit funny.
>"You didn't make much money tonight, but I found some overtime work you can do."
>Just then, two stallions walks into the dressing room.
>You can see the anticipation hanging below them.
>Oh hell naw!
T-that wasn't part of our deal.
>"Well, I changed the deal, Trix."
>That's it, you're blasting this fucker.
>Good thing Luna taught you some offensive magic.
>Magic_revving.exe
>ERROR: Magix_revving.exe has just crashed.
My...my magic. What did you d-
>Your world begins to go hazy.
>He drugged you. This fucker drugged you.
>"Just some insurance just in case you tried something."
>Charlie walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
>"Do what you want, pay me in an hour."
>The two rush you.
>You make a jump to your left and try to run.
>But you end up tripping over your hooves.
>Motor control is gone.
Fuck...
>They move in. You buck one in the face with what little strength you had.
>Didn't do much.
 
>They force you onto your back and spread your legs.
LET ME GO!!!!
>"No chance missy...I paid good money for this."
NOOO!! STOP!
>They slap you around a bit.
>"Be good, and that's all you'll get!"
>You're crying.
>This wasn't supposed to happen.
>Just a few more jobs and you'd leave this behind.
>Not getting rutted in the back like a whorse.
Anon...
>You can feel the shaft of one of the stallion's dick rubbing your marehood.
>The other stallion was prodding your face with his long rod.
>Everything was getting dark, and you were getting wet.
>You never asked for this.
Anon, save me!
>"Hey, what are you do- AAAAHG!!!"
>The door kicks open.
>An angry human is standing there, with a yellow mare behind him.
>The two stallions pause as they lock eyes.
>"Get...away...FROM HER!"
You...came...
>Your sight goes dark as the last thing you see is a rampaging human stampedes towards you.
 
>It's morning.
>You wake up in your bed.
>The first thing you see is Anon sitting beside you.
>His face was banged up a bit.
>Then a yellow hoof tending to his injuries.
>It's Fluttershy.
>She looks a bit roughed up too.
Ano-
>He holds up a hand, stopping you from speaking.
>"I should fire you, since Fluttershy got inside and almost raped me."
>You turn away.
>"Not to mention that you were doing something so unbecoming of you."
>You wince at his words.
>"But, I'm at fault here. I should have came to you about finances. But I didn't want to worry you."
>He sighs, then pets your mane.
>"But it looks like we both worried each other. So I just want to say...sorry for putting you in that situation."
>You smile at him weakly.
>He does care. The only one to ever care for you.
>A:"You won't be fired. You still are on contract."
>F:"Awww..."
>A:"You done Fluttershy?"
>The yellow pony nods.
>A:"You may leave now."
>F:"Okay...but I'll be back for your love Anon."
>Fluttershy leaves through your window.
>"And don't worry about those stallions, they will have a hard time walking with a broomstick up their ass."
>You couldn't help but laugh.
Thanks again Anon.
>"Don't mention it. On another note, I figured out how to make money."
H-how?
>He smiles.
>"Carpentry."
 
End Part 11