Title:           Anon Lifts Part 4
Author:          thegeman
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First Edit:      Saturday 22nd of November 2014 07:00:49 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 23rd of November 2014 04:54:30 PM CDT

>You give a smug smile as you see what they're wearing.
>Two customly made uniforms that mimic the exquisite french designs from earth.
>Specially made to accentuate the curves of a ponies body.
>It's hard to see what makes them so special when they're standing in the doorway
"Well come on, let me see how they look."
>Rarity grumbles and takes a hesitant step forward, then another, and another, purposely delaying the reveal.
>Pinkie happily bounces forward, clearly more comfortable with the outfit than Rarity.
>Kinky pie.
>Save it for the other general.
you know the one
ah who am I kidding? It's going to happen regardless
>Rarity's head is lowered to the ground trying to cover her blush.
>You think she realizes her pose looks like she's bending over?
>Face down, ass up.
>Just the way you like it.
>Pinkie is standing as tall as she can, with a big smile on her face.
>Her tail is wagging slightly.
>Cutie pie.
>Save it for the other general.
you know the one
man this story can be posted nearly anywhere now
>You were worried the design wouldn't fit a pony, but the place you custom ordered from did a fantastic job!
>You circle around them, observing the uniform.
>Each is exactly the same, save one difference.you thought of adding at the last minute.
>You'll get to that in a moment.
>The uniform itself has the same basic design as a regular maid outfit.
>White lace leggings cover the forelegs from the hoofs to nearly all the way up their legs.
>There's a slight space between the leggings and main uniform letting some fur splay out.
>Their rear legs have small shiny black heels that raise their behind up slightly but subtly.
>Their rear legs are also adorned by black fishnets that go up from their hooves to under the dress.
>The uniform itself is a silky black with very few wrinkles and has white cuffs on the shoulders leading to the forelegs.
>The dress is very short, you can just see their cutie mark.
>If they stood on two legs, it would raise up even more showing their full rear.
>A cute snow-white ribbon wraps around their back forming a bow.
>The ribbon connects to a tiny apron, the bottom of which falls in front of their rear legs.
>Looking over their head, an onix black headband with white lace attached.
>It pushes down Pinkie's fluffed poofy hair and holds down Rarity's hair so the end of it falls into her eye.
>You grab their headbands and throw them to the side.
>They look at you quizzically.
>You shrug
"They didn't fit."
>You also take notice of the mascara they put on.
>They really went all out huh?
>Satisfied with their look, your circle round to their behind.
>The bottom of the dress is pushed up to make room for their tails.
>A ribbon wraps around the base of their tail multiple times raising it up quite suggestively.
>You also finally get to see the special differences in their uniforms.
>Pinkie has a fluffy pink pair of panties with a single balloon on it.
>While Pinkie's pair is very tame and fits her childish personality, Rarity's is a different story.
>A purple lace thong that barely fits her.
>It clings to her skin giving an apparent camel toe.
>Unf.
>She must have realized she's bending over, and raises her head.
>In doing so, your view disappears between her cheeks.
>Her juicy mounds engulf the thong.
>Oh well.
>You walk back in front of them.
>Rarity is still blushing heavily while Pinkie has a big smile on her face.
"Well, you are my sla- I mean my servants."
>Good save.
"My house is quite messy, so start with that."
>Rarity looks surprised.
>"Really? That's all we must do?"
"For now."
>Rarity regains her composure.
>"W-well if that's the case, we shall get to work."
>Pinkie's enthusiasm dies down a bit.
>"Okie dokie Lokie." With a pouty lip.
>Your time will come little one.
>Sooner than you may think.
>You hand them tools and they get to work.
SATURDAY, WEEK 1 / 4
>The first couple of hours were uneventful.
>You just sat around, relaxed, and watched some of their low quality television shows while they worked around you.
>Bored, you decide to have a little fun.
>During a commercial break, you drop a magazine in front of you.
>You call over Pinkie to pick it up.
>She comes over and bends down in front of you.
>You intended just for the quick view of her big bouncy personality, but you unintentionally dropped it below the wooden table in front of you.
yeah, he dropped it and it slide like 5 feet away from him under the table
"It fell under the table."
>She struggles to fit her head under and grab the magazine, her thick plot jiggling in front of you.
>The table is nailed to the floor because reasons and she has to brute force her head under.
>Little anon raises in 0.2 nanoseconds, clearly bulging through your pants.
>Rarity be 'mirin.
>A couple attempts later, and she finally lodges her head under the table.
>Lodges.
>"Nonny! My noggin is stuck!"
>You get up and lean over her crotch to her backside, and grab her shoulders.
>Grinding is magic.
>You pull hard, her neck stretching to impossible lengths.
>Fucking magic.
>Almost literally.
>Her head springs free after a little more tugging, which comes back and hits you like a rubber band.
>Your grasp tightens, and it knocks the both of you back onto the couch behind you.
>While you fall softly on the couch, Pinkie is pushed down hard onto your lap.
>The bulge formed by your hidden trouser snake rubs against her pink pantied plush puffy pony party place
>Alliteration is fun.
>She gasps loudly, and you feel your pants getting wet.
>Your bulge slightly impales her through her panties, and you feel her whole body shiver.
>There is so much material between the two of you that it doesn’t count.
>Right?
>You chuckle and give her a light slap on the bottom to send her off.
>At least you meant it to be light.
>The slap contacts her huge behind causing it to jiggle and ripple.
>She give off a quick yelp and hurries off to do something else.
>Oh okay.
>That's when you realize.
>She didn't actually get the magazine.
>Feck.
>Annoyed, you sit up and think of something to do.
>Usually at a time of boredom like this, you'd get one of the many books you have or attempt to play the piano even though you’re absolutely shit at it
>In a world with no internet, you had to get a hobby.
>It's either books or sit around and wait to die.
>But you have two little subjects to play with.
>And experiment with.
>Speaking of experimentation, you decided to test out something you always wanted to try
>You walk up to Rarity with a swagger.
>Hands behind your back, you’re whistling a tune.
>She notices you, and nervously asks a question with a slight stutter in her voice.
>"What can I do for you Anonymous?"
>Wordlessly, you sit on the floor, grab her, and lay her head on your lap.
>"Anon, what are you doing?" She asks, panicking.
>With your face determined and stone cold, you grab her horn in your hand.
>She starts to wiggle out of your grasp, but you grab and hold her body down with your free hand.
>That's when you start jerking her horn up and down.
>Her eyes widen in shock.
>"Anon, s-stop-Aah! D-don... *gasp* No!”
>She's squirming in your grasp and struggling to say a full sentence, or even a full word.
>She keeps cutting off what she's saying to say something else, then cutting herself off again to gasp or moan.
>Unfortunately for her, you're relentless.
>Years of 'experience' have taught you well.
>You're fast and efficient, and your endurance is unmatched.
>Your stone face has broken, and now you have a slight smile.
>You slightly nod your head up and down.
>"-non, a-ah! Why?"
"For science of course!"
>You speed up, which makes her incapable of speech.
>Just random gasps, gurgles and moans.
>And she's drooling on you.
>Aight.
Here's a little warning. Shit is about to get really weird really fast. It's out of place but I love it anyway, so it’s staying in.
>You spot Pinkie staring at the two of you around the corner of another room.
>You start nodding a little faster.
>You're not sure why, but it feels right.
>Rarity continues to squirm as you jerk off her horn.
>You start feeling a magical aura in the air.
>When a pony has their magic overloaded (through various different ways, like jerking off a horn) it attempts to compensate by releasing the magic into the surrounding area
>This can have multiple effects.
>It's currently illuminating part of your face, casting a shadow on the rest.
>Your hair is blowing around rapidly like you're standing in front of multiple fans.
>A nearby clock is turning a mile a minute.
>Windows blow open and light objects get lifted into the air.
>You speed up.
>The release of excess magic can help, but it’s not fast enough for your fappening.”
>If you continue, Rarity's horn will overload.
>They told you about magic overload, but they never told you what would happen once they overloaded.
>Good time, as any, to find out.
>The best part, all ponies have magic in them, so even earth and pegasus ponies can overload on magic.
>Just in a bit of a different way.
>You'll experiment with that later, it's supposed to have a different effect.
>You barely notice your smile getting bigger.
>Your mouth slowly opens as your nodding gets more aggressive.
>Gif related
>Magical electricity shoots around you, zapping walls and covering the two of you in an electrical charge.
>The electricity crackled and snapped [spoiler]and popped[/spoiler] as it ran across the both of you
>The smell of musk and smoke fills the air.
>The whole room seems to go dark except for the purple glow coming from Rarity.
>The room seems to shake as you feel her horn get slightly bigger.
>The ground shakes with violence at your overflowing surge of power
>You feel your muscles bulging and your body strains against this foreign power coursing through you
>The air around you tastes ionized, as if saturated with electrons.
>Like licking a battery.
>"RUN FOR COVER!"
>Pinkie dives into the other room.
"IT'S."
>Rarity's horn has inflated like a balloon.
>Her mare juice is also leaking all over the ground.
>She should clean that up.
"FOR."
>You feel like you're going super saiyan.
>You didn't even notice your erection poking the back of her head.
>This shit is getting weird.
>Your teeth push hard against your bottom lip as you nod your head even faster.
"SCIENCE!"
>And then a bright, blinding light.
>It’s loud, very loud.
>It creates a ringing noise in your ear
>You know what this is
>A magical explosion.
>The area you were sitting in is charred coal black.
>You yourself were not spared from this, and neither was Rarity.
>Hopefully black magic doesn’t stain
bum-dum-tss
>A magical explosion is different from a regular explosion as it doesn't cause direct damage.
>It just causes a variety of different things to happen to the objects or people it contacts.
>For most of the area, it just charred things black.
>A bit boring.
>Some books and magazines are flipping pages.
>The clock is turning in reverse.
>The TV is on a regular show, just with a somewhat transparent static over it.
>The remote grows legs and is currently running out the door.
>That must have been a remote possibility
I’m sorry
>One wall changes to a purple and white colour scheme.
>Coincidence?
>You think not.
>You attempt to sit up to only to find your pants are fused to the floor.
>You lift the spasming Rarity off of you and set her gently on the floor
>She won't be using magic for a while.
>Her horn is still shooting sparks and she's still drooling.
>You slowly slide out of your pants and stand up.
Obligatory*SPLASH*
>You turn to find the source of the noise to see Pinkie.
>She must have come to investigate the damage and saw you standing there in your boxer briefs.
because any other choice is wrong
"I need to clean up and change."
>You look over Rarity.
"I'll need to clean her up too."
>You grab her by the scruff of the neck.
"Can you tidy up in here?"
>She looks disappointed.
>You give a soft laugh.
"Don't worry, she'll get her punishment for this, and you'll get your reward later.
>She instantly brightens up.
>"Yes sir, Mr. Anon!"
>She attempted to speak in a rough voice while saluting you.
>With her though, it just sounds cute.
>Fast forward, you just finished your shower.
>What, do you want to know about that you sick fuck?
>Anyway, it's time to scrub down Rarity's dirty, dirty body.
>Yeah!
>You also cleaned off your rigged shirt you now dub "riggy shirt" and put it to the side
It's now a thing to reference him.
>You put on a new pair of pants and brought her to your tub.
>You took off her maid outfit and put it out to wash
>Her eyes are closed and she is lying mostly limp.
>You turn on the water and notice she’s starting to come out of her daze.
> Rarity’s eyes are still closed, but now she’s smiling.
>She doesn't seem to realize where she is or what you are doing.
>She starts to hum a little tune as you scrubbed her with a brush.
>Brushy brushy.
>Her humming is beautiful, literal music to your ears, and its making you smile and tap your feet.
>It’s something you haven’t heard before.
>Possibly an original tune from her?
>You’ll ask later.
>As you work from her head down to her chest, scrubbing off all the dirt, grime, and black stuff
>Smiling, she slowly opens her eyes.
>Then her eyes shoot open as she realizes where she is.
>She immediately tries to get up, but slips and bonks her head on the tub.
"Oh shit, are you okay?"
>Not caring for the condition of your pant, you jump into the tub with the water still running.
>You embrace her into a hug with one hand and check for damages with the other.
>While you’re a dick, you’re not an asshole.
>You don’t want to cause them harm.
>Unless it’s kinky.
>You find a little bump, but other than that she seems fine.
>"I-I'm fine, thanks." She wipes her eye with her hoof.
>Well, there you go.
>She silently stays in your embrace in for many a moment.
"Can you hum for me again?"
>She blushes, then closes her eyes.
>Not long after, she starts humming.
>You start to scrubbing her down again.
>Not wanting to ruin the moment, you ignore her private area.
>You wash the ends of her hooves.
>Finally done.
"All clean now. Do you feel better?"
>"Mhmm."
>She raises her head at you and you look down at her.
>You stare into each others eyes for a spell, until she notices your bare, muscular torso.
>She starts squirming, and you grab her before she bumps her head again
>Pic related.
>You turn off the water and step outside the tub, carrying her with you.
>You set her down and start drying her off with a towel.
>"T-thank you."
>You smile, and continue your task.
>A couple minutes later, you finish.
>The only problem is her mane.
>It's not curled up as usual.
>Instead, it’s damp and straight, going down one side of her face and covering an eye.
>Her mane is very thick, unlike her coat which is fluffy but thin.
>In other words, difficult to dry.
>But that doesn't really seem to be much of a problem, at least for the looks department.
"You look really cute like that."
>She quickly turns her head away from you.
>"I-I need to do my hair, and unless you're a stylist, I wish you to leave while I do so."
"Alright, that's fine."
>You stand up and leave without looking back, but you swear you felt eyes on your ass as you left.
>Rarity comes downstairs to find both you and Pinkie in the kitchen preparing dinner.
>You decided you have put the two of them through enough today, and you'd help them with dinner for tonight.
"Pinkie, get the rice for me?"
>"Sir, yes sir!"
>She gets the rice and comes back in an instant.
>You laugh as you grab it from her.
“Drop the formalities, you don’t need to do that.”
>You pour the rice in the pot as Rarity walks in.
>The maid outfit is currently being washed and as such, she's not wearing anything.
>That's significantly less lewd than you would have hoped.
>Her mane is also back to normal.
>"Making dinner I presume?"
"Yep, come help out."
>"I would love too, but my magic is a bit burned out right now."
>She said that last part in a bit of a sad voice.
"That's no problem, just set the table." You point to a cupboard within reach of a normal pony. "I'd love to see your design."
>She smiles slightly but warmly, and walks over to the cupboard.
>Meanwhile, you and Pinkie make dinner.
>Or more like you help Pinkie make dinner.
"You're amazing at cooking Pinkie."
>She smiles warmly.
>"Aw, thanks Nonny!"
>She motions you down and hugged you.
>"You're an amazing assistant!"
>You grin like an idiot at this.
>She breaks the hug, and you both continue dinner.
>You take a moment to reflect on everything.
>For a brief moment, it seems like everyone was enjoying themselves.
>Everyone was smiling.
>Rarity's set up was beautiful, everything was set up perfectly.
>There were candles, a single rose in jar, and all plates and utensils were set with precision and purpose.
>During dinner, you all talked and laughed.
>Much different from your lonesome dinners that you have everyday.
>Pinkie told the two of you of a time when a salesperson tried to sell her oatmeal for an insanely high price.
>Rarity told the two of you of a time when a customer accidentally tripped when walking around in a new dress, destroying the dress and a bunch of mannequines.
>And you had nothing to add but the seldom little comments to each story.
>Huh
>After dinner, you all sat down and watched TV, that is, until you noticed the time said 10:30
>Yeah, you fixed the clock.
>You mentioned it and they didn't seem surprised.
>They purposely stayed longer with you.
>With a short chat and salutations, they left.
>Once you closed the door behind them, you turned to find an empty house.
>You stood there, your back to the door.
>You stood there thinking.
>You stood there until the wind from an open window blew out candles in your house
>You stood there in the darkness of your empty house, thinking.
>You stood there until you break out of your trance, and start up the stairs to your room.
>You've been alone in the past, but this time it's different.
>This time, after experiencing something more than loneliness, the silence if even more deafening.
>You lay in your bed for several hours, thinking about today.
>Eventually, you drift to sleep.