Title:           Lulamoon Rape Protection 5
Author:          minion_of_Lulu
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/KpECBizS
First Edit:      Saturday 22nd of December 2012 04:37:09 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 22nd of December 2012 04:37:09 PM CDT

>This is bad.
>This is REALLY bad.
>You are no ponyfucker.
>Trixie knows this as well.
>Even though she did have her way with you that one time.
>But you were past that.
>Let bygones be bygones.
>But this you definitely can't look past.
>You were known as the guy who didn't want to pursue any romantic relationship with a pony.
>So this photo will make you a liar, and to some ponies, a liar with bad tastes.
>"This is just great. Two days from this duel and something like this comes up."
>Trixie isn't taking this well either.
>Her "image" was on the line.
>Well, what was left of it.
Calm down Trix-
>"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN!"
>There's that malicious glare of hers.
>Damn she's pissed.
>"Breathe Trixie...just breathe."
>Now she's hyperventilating.
>Okay, this is going to far.
>You grab a hold of her and give her a good slap to the face.
Calm down woman!
>That seemed to have done it.
>You set her down and look at the picture.
For all we know, this may be the only picture like it.
 
>You turn your attention back to the photo.
>Thinking who would do such a thing.
>Trixie takes the photo from you.
>"Damn it! I should have known."
What?
>"Here, look at the bottom right corner."
>You grab the photo and take a good hard look.
>You see a bit of a yellow hoof and strands of pink mane.
Fuck!
>You run out of the house holding onto the photo.
>You are heading to Fluttershy's cottage.
>And demand what she's up to.
>Trixie was not that far behind.
>"Anon! Stop! We need a plan!"
 
>You stop in front of her door.
>And slam your fist against the wooden door.
>Felt like you could have knocked it down.
>The door opens and you are glaring at a smiling yellow Pegasus.
>"Oh! Hello Anon. What brings you here this time of day?"
>You shove the photo in her face.
>"Oh, I didn't know being watched is your fetish."
Don't start with me Fluttershy. What is this about?!
>Fluttershy tilts her head at you.
>"Oh, what ever do you mean?"
>You contain your rage as to not punch her in the face.
I know this was you. Spill it!
>That's when you felt a shiver go up your spine.
>Fluttershy's smile began to twist into a sadistic smirk.
>"Listen here honey, I'm going to get what I want. And there's nothing you can do about it."
>She flutters up to you and grabs your collar.
>"That picture was one of thousands. I hold all the cards here."
>Her muzzle touches your nose.
>"And you are going to do what I say, unless you want to be seen as a liar and ruin your attack dog's image."
>Trixie had just arrive to see Fluttershy in your face.
>Her magic starts charging up.
>"Call your dog off, I have ways of getting these photos out."
>Shit, she has you.
Stand down Trixie.
>The blue mare has no choice but to back down.
>"Good girl. Now then, here are my terms."
 
>The two of you head back to your house.
>Mr. Bear and a few of her birds escort you back home.
>You have a date with Fluttershy to get ready for.
>Trixie on the other hoof, is being watched by some of Fluttershy's woodland creatures.
>The deal was you'd date Fluttershy and Trixie can't interfere.
>Or else...
>No words are exchanged between the two of you.
>But knowing this mare, she is formulating a plan.
>You arrive home, doing the prep routine for dating.
>Shit, shower shave, brush, and floss.
>Finally get ready and all dressed up, looking your best.
>You're really dreading this.
>Walk past Trixie's room, see Mr. Bear standing guard.
>Still wondering how he got inside your house.
>You wanted to say something to Trixie, but now isn't the time.
>Head out your home and towards Chez Hay, the classiest restaurant in Ponyville.
>Can't disappoint your date, for fear of those picture getting out.
>For some reason, you feel you may be doing this more for Trixie than yourself.
>That mare doesn't need as much bad press than she's getting already.
 
>You arrive at the restaurant.
>Fluttershy is standing at the entrance.
>"Y-you look good tonight Anon."
>You are lucky Rarity decided to make you clothes when you arrived.
>The suit does look good on you.
>But you notice the simple green dress she wore.
>Adorn with bird feathers around her rear.
>Almost looks like a peacock.
>It does look nice on her.
You look pretty Fluttershy.
>Good, she isn't trying anything.
>The two of you walk inside and take your seats on the fancy pillows.
>You made sure to sit on the opposite side of the table of Fluttershy.
>Who just began to scoot over towards you.
>You moved away from her.
>Cue the butt scooting dance of your people!
>Fluttershy glares at you and holds up the photo.
>Notice the bird sitting on her shoulder.
>It's alive.
>Thought it was decoration.
Fuck...
>You stop your butt scoots.
>"Ah ah ah! Language mister."
>Fluttershy moves in close and nuzzles you.
>And feels up your leg.
>This is going to be a long date.
 
>You are Trixie.
>This Mr. Bear is getting in your way of doing your job.
>And these birds are standing at your window eyeing you.
>So annoying.
>And to think that Anon may be having a horrible time.
>Being felt up by that hussie of a mare.
>She doesn't deserve Anon.
>She doesn't even deserve the most ugliest stallion alive.
>You must save Anon.
>Your human. Your responsibility.
>You don't like him...
>Okay, maybe you do like him.
>Maybe even l...lo..LOOO....
>Okay, well you do like him.
>But that doesn't matter now.
>You have a job to do.
>And you have an idea.
>You notice the birds switch off for some reason. Which gives you a good 10 seconds before they go back to watching you.
>Silly birds. So predictable.
>So you put your plan into action.
 
>Turn off the lights.
>Climb into bed.
>Pull the covers over you.
>Lucky for you, you have a body pillow.
>...No you don't use it to fantasize about a certain someone.
>It's just good for cuddling on cold nights.
>The birds see this as you just sleeping.
>They don't really pay much mind.
>Poke your head out far enough to eye them.
>They are switching.
>You jump off and cover the pillow.
>You move quickly inside of the closet.
>Then you wait a few minutes.
>No sounds from your door.
>Good, they don't notice.
>And you had this room soundproofed.
>Not for those reasons. Get your mind out of the gutter.
>Grab your Great and Powerful hat. May come in handy later.
>Close your eyes, Picture the house layout.
>Teleport into Anon's Bathroom.
>You need something blunt to take out Mr Bear.
>Look around.
>Find a baseball bat lying there.
>...Bueno.
 
>Grab the bat.
>Hide to the side of the door it opens up to.
>You hold it.
>Animals can smell your fear.
>Knock against the door and hoist the bludgeoning tool.
>And you wait.
>The door opens.
>It hides you.
>Mr. Bear walks inside.
>He looks around.
>"Rrrrarr?"
>You lightly kick the door shut.
>You look at the back of the bears head.
>He won't see this coming.
>Door clicks shut.
>He turns towards the sound.
http://youtu.be/2P5qbcRAXVk
>You swing before he has time to react.
>Once in the gut, then one good one on the noggin.
>Out like a light.
>Drag him into the cleaning closet.
>He should be out for a while.
Night night.
>Shut the door.
>No time to gloat. You must stop this evil mare.
>You manage to sneak off.
>Those birds still looking in your room.
Stupid birds.
>You scoff and gallop towards the rapist's cottage.
Time to stop the presses.
 
>Along your way, you find a cardboard box.
>Carry it with you there.
>Stop outside her cottage.
>Knock on the door and climb inside.
>Peak through a slit in the box.
>A bunny opens it.
>Wearing a name tag that says "Manager" and covered in ink.
>He must know where the development of those photos are.
>Shrugs and orders some mice to carry the box inside.
>Takes you inside and drops you inside a closet.
>You're in the dragon's den. Can't fuck up now.
>Think need to think of a distraction.
>Then it hits you.
>Do what you're good at.
>Presentation magic.
>Hop out the box.
>Take off your Great and Powerful hat
>Cast a spell on it.
>Then aim your horn inside.
>You fire with all your might.
>The animals throughout the house notice sounds from outside.
>Head to the far window on the other side of the house.
>Fireworks, Fireworks Everywhere.
>They are entranced with the pretty shapes and colors.
>Time to move.
>Cut off the fireworks, put on your hat, and dodge out of there.
>The animals go back to their animal things.
 
>You sneak your way through the house.
>So far, the filthy animals haven't seen you yet.
>Hear a sound coming from the basement.
>Sounds like...machines churning.
Bingo.
>Slip inside.
>And trot down the stairs.
>Come upon a colossal room of printing presses.
>It's that bunny again.
>He spots you.
http://youtu.be/OQiDzSWLIm4
Horseshit.
>He blows the whistle.
>Shit shit shit shit shit!!!
>You head upstairs. Do your best to barricade the door with magic.
>It won't hold for long.
>Need to be fast.
>Dash back down the stairs.
>The bunny has a fucking bat.
>He swings.
>You dodge and fling it into a wall with magic.
>Levitation is a bitch, ain't it?
>Head to the machines.
>Door cracks.
>They are coming. Must act fast.
>Find wood and use those to jam the machines.
>Good.
Now to destroy the evidence.
>You burn all the pictures. Now to find the negatives.
>They have to be here somewhere.
>You search and search. Come up with nothing.
>The door breaks down.
>Animals rush you.
>It's a sea of fur and feathers.
http://youtu.be/gwnPFryXF6g
>You're knocked down and hit your head. Your vision goes dark.
 
>You are Anon, and the date was a disaster.
>Every chance Fluttershy got, she tried to molest you.
>In front of all those ponies.
>The patrons got angry enough that they got the manager to throw you out.
>Good, the food sucked anyway.
>Now you're walking Fluttershy home.
>And she insists that you come inside.
>You hope Trixie has some plan.
>You reluctantly agree when she tells you about those photos.
>She plans on sending it throughout Equestria.
>Your life and Trixie's would be ruined.
>You head inside.
>Your jaw drops.
No...
>See Trixie roughed up, tied to a chair and gagged.
Trixie... Trixie?!
>Her eyes meet yours and begins to struggle.
TRIXIE!!!!
>Fluttershy's could only laugh aloud.
>"This is great! Looks like I get to have Anon...and crush the attack dog's dreams.
>Fucking shit damn it!
>"Now drop those pants, unless you want those pictures to circulate."
>A bird chirps something to Fluttershy.
>"HAH! Think some wood and a few burned photos will stop me? Can't do anything without..."
>She pulls a canaster from her dress.
>"The negatives. Nice try Trixie, but you're not that Great and Powerful."
>"Now I'm going to rut him in front of you, and sent those pictures out."
>It's game over. You lose.
>You should have saved...
 
>You're pinned to the ground by Mr. Bear.
>And he rips off your clothes.
>As if Rarity wasn't pissed off at you enough.
>Fluttershy slips out of her dress and gives the negatives to Angel Bunny.
>Then straddles your hips.
>"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this baby. Hope it will be as enjoyable for you."
You monster!
>Her hips begins rocking back and forth.
>Your privates rubbing against each other.
Stop this. This is rape!
>"No, it's love. And you'll see it my way once I'm done with you."
>You never wanted this.
>Tears well up in your eyes.
>Trixie was breaking down.
>She must feel like a failure.
>The best you can do is resist.
>But this is starting to feel good.
>Must...not give into...carnal...desires...
 
>You are Trixie, and your human is being violated in front of you.
>You feel as if your heart was breaking.
>And your pride.
>You see Anon resisting as best as he can.
>But you know he'll give in.
>They all do.
>You cry.
>Wishing things were different.
>Why must you attach yourself to others.
>Nothing good comes from that.
>But you can't help it with Anon.
>He's the first being that...tolerates you.
>Fluttershy is laughing like a maniac.
>She knows she has won.
>That laugh of hers is annoying.
>You want to shut her up for good.
>Then you get an idea.
>The Great and Powerful hat is still on your head.
>You have an idea.
>If you can't have Anon.
>No one will.
>Especially this crazed mare.
>You close your eyes, trying to remember the layout.
>Your horn lights up once.
>The hat gains a shimmer of pink around it.
>She hasn't noticed. Good!
>She will pay for her transgressions.
>Then next is your specialty.
>You let it rip.
 
>You hear explosions coming from the printing area.
>Fluttershy is in a panic.
>You all smell smoke.
>"FIRE!! MY WOODLAND CREATURES!!"
>She hops off of Anon and runs down stairs.
>Angel Bunny comes up, coughing up a storm.
>Mr. Bear sees flames coming up from the basement and scampers off.
>What a bitch.
>This gives Anon the opportunity to untie you and carry you out of there.
>You snuggle into his chest.
>You feel warm and fuzzy.
>Or was that the fire consuming the cottage.
>Doesn't matter, everything worked out in the end.
>The house burns down.
>You see the animals run off in different directions.
>But no sign of Fluttershy.
>Wait, there she is, fluttering over her burning home.
>Crying.
>Serves her right.
>You snuggle into your naked human and sigh contently.
 
>Arrive back to Anon's place.
>He puts you down.
>You sulk a bit, you wished that could last a bit longer.
>Head up stairs.
>Then you remember.
OH NO!! The magic duel. I'm not ready.
>You panic, pacing back and forth.
One day isn't enough time for-
>Anon picks you up.
Let go. I...
>"You need to calm down, and I know just how.
>He takes you to your room.
>And puts you on your belly.
>He's still naked.
>Wait, he's not going to...
M-my body isn't ready.
>He doesn't respond as his hands rubbed your back lightly.
>Oh, it's just a massage.
>You silly pony, he wouldn't do such a thing.
>This is starting to feel good.
>Like...really good.
>You begin to relax as his hands seemingly took the stress out of you.
>Then his hands trail lower, working his way down.
>His fingers dig into your lower back muscles.
>You let out a slight moan.
Oh...oh yes! Right there.
>You being to feel a bit tired.
>You rest your eyes for a moment.
 
>His fingers are magic.
>Better than any spa you've been to.
>Then his hands grab hold of your cutie mark.
>Your eyes shoot open.
>He's going there.
>But you don't want this to stop.
>There's a tingle between your legs.
>Your marehood craves for some attention.
>You can feel your tail lift up and over.
>You don't care what he does anymore.
Massage me...down there.
>You're blush is so intense right now.
>Then you feel it.
>His fingers slip inside you.
>Oh god that feels incredible.
>They wiggle and squirm inside.
>The pleasure is intense.
>And you cum.
>He keeps going, making you experience orgasm after orgasm.
>He pulls out, then grabs hold of your plot.
Yes...rut me! Take me right now!
>He shoves his mighty rod inside you.
>And you squeal in delight.
>You're in heaven.
 
>You're Anon.
>And you're giving Trixie a massage.
>Well, you were, until she fell asleep.
>She starts muttering your name and kicking her leg.
>There's a smile on her face.
>Must be having a good dream.
Heh...cute.
>Now that is out of the way, you head to your room.
>You grab some wood and steel and start your work.
>If you were a pony, you'd have a craftsman cutie mark.
>You were damn good at it.
>That massage was only one part of a "Thank You" present.
>Now, you're going to make her something she will love.
>Something she lost a few years ago.
>You know she's going to love it.