Title:           Anon Lifts Part 5
Author:          thegeman
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First Edit:      Sunday 23rd of November 2014 07:58:08 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 10th of December 2014 05:20:38 PM CDT

SUNDAY, WEEK 1 / 4
Let's jump right into it, no dilly dallying.
>You awake to a blinding light.
>Your open window allows in sunlight, illuminating your face.
>You groan, and put a pillow on your face.
>Your eyes are still burning.
>Through sheer willpower, you manage to pick yourself up out of bed.
>The sun is like an alarm clock.
>Only somehow even more annoying.
>You drag yourself downstairs and enjoy a nice bowl of cereal.
>While eating, you glance at a clock.
>9:45.
>Shit, they'll be here in fifteen minutes.
>You eat quickly.
>You hurriedly do the Triple S.
>You haven't made use of your riggy shirt yet.
>It's still being cleaned right now.
>Maybe next week.
>You put on a normal pair of clothes.
>A black shirt with blue jeans.
>Generic 101.
>Satisfied, you have time to reflect.
>You had pushed out the events of yesterday out of your mind.
>You don't want those hindering your fun.
>It still digs at you, but you can ignore it.
>At this rate, you may give in before they do.
>But then again, that's what Plan X is for.
>You lay your head back and almost drift to sleep.
>You're jolted awake from the knocks on your door.
>It's time.
>A nearby clock reads 10:00.
>They've learned.
>You rush to the door and open it.
>Perhaps a little too fast.
>You open it to see nobody standing there.
>Okay.
>Oh right, midget horses.
>Second time you've done this.
>You look down to find your 2 little servants.
>Both Pinkie and Rarity are standing there with smiles on their faces.
"Well, you two look enthusiastic."
>"I'm just glad I don't have to wear that unfashionable garment anymore."
>You smirk.
>"It was just so tacky."
>You blow air out your nose at a high velocity.
>You grab something next to the door, out of their sight and from their prying eyes.
>"I mean, it's just so-"
>She stops and her mouth hangs open slightly when you pull the thing you grabbed into their sights.
"I never said the punishment was over."
>In front of them, you hold the two clean maid outfits.
"Rarity, I expect you to have this on and be in front of me in 10 minutes."
>You smile at Pinkie.
"Pinkie, please take your time."
>"Okay sir, Mr. Anon, sir." She says enthusiastically.
>"B-but it took me half an hour to get this on last time!"
"9 minutes and 40 seconds left."
>"B-but-"
"35 seconds."
>She gets the message, and runs off to the bathroom to change.
>You lead the happy Pinkie into the living room where you help her into the outfit.
>With your help, it takes no time at all.
>Ten minutes later, Rarity still hasn't finished changing.
>You impatiently wait with Pinkie.
>She notices that you’re agitated.
>"What's got your jimmies in a rustle Nonny?"
>Before you can respond, Rarity runs out, her maid dress awry.
>"What's my time?"
>She looks worried.
"You're late."
>Her fears are confirmed.
"You disobeyed a direct order."
>“H-heh” her nervousness increasing. “S-surely you are a reasonable man, Anon.”
>You shake your head.
"Another punishment is in order."
>You saunter over to her.
>She shrinks back from your looming presence.
>"What kind of punishment?" She squeaks.
"Well I don't want to get next week's outfit out early..."
>"N-next weeks?" She interjects.
>You smile
"You don't need to worry about that, do you?" You pause for effect, "Well, at least not yet."
>You kneel down and pick her up.
>Once you lift her off the ground, she kicks her hooves around in a panic.
>Your grip is tight, you don't plan to let go.
>"Nononono! What are you doing?" She squirms even more, "Not again!"
>You sit on the couch and place her over your lap
"I didn't want to bring this punishment out so early."
>You raise your right hand then pause.
"But, in the short time you've been in my service, you've just been so NAUGHTY!"
>On the last word, you bring your hand down and slap her rear.
>She jolts forward from the impact, and yells out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
>Her pert bottom jiggles like jello on impact.
>It leaves a red handprint visible through the thin white coat she adorns.
>You push her back into place and raise your hand.
"One out of twenty."
>Her face flushes, she closes her eyes tight and grits her teeth.
>You pause for a moment.
"No complaints? For that, one out of fifteen."
>She slightly smiles, but it's immediately taken away when you bring your hand down again.
>It ripples, and you start to feel a primal urge take over you.
>You grin, and smack her again.
>You almost growl.
>And again.
"Seem familiar, Rarity?"
>She groans in response.
>You bring down your hand once more.
"5."
>Rarity lets out a moan that time.
>Her thoughts are lost between the pain in her rear and the kinkyness of the situation.
>Another smack makes her start to leak.
"Look at this mess. What kind of servant are you?"
>You spank her once more.
"I've never seen such disobedience."
>Another.
"You love this, don't you?"
>The sound of the slap emits through the whole house.
>"Y-yes..."
>Her submissiveness is getting you more turned on than you thought possible
>You didn't expect this to be so easy.
>You feel your bulge straining against your pants.
>Not now little one.
"I'll hit you as hard as I can!"
>In truth, you weren't hitting them that hard.
>At least, you weren't putting much strength in your slaps.
>You don't want to REALLY hurt them.
>Regardless, the slap makes her scream.
"LOUDER!"
>You spank her once more.
"10!"
>"AAAh~!"
>That one must have stung.
>Her mare juice is leaking everywhere, soaking your couch.
>That's a paddlin’.
>That's when you notice Pinkie standing next to you, furiously rubbing in between her legs
>Speaking of paddling...
"Hey Pinkie, do you want a try?"
>She stops her movement for a second, then nods feverishly.
>You tell her where the paddle is, and she runs off to find it.
>In the meantime, Rarity is gasping for breath.
>She obviously has some 'kinks' she needs to work out.
>Pinkie peers around from around the corner.
>"You really need to work on your jokes."
>Well you thought it was funny
>Wait a minute, did she...
>You shake the thought out of your mind, and decide to investigate what you've done while waiting.
>You place Rarity next to you, then get off the couch and kneel down to her level.
>She looks back at you, then jumps when you grab her squishy plot.
>To say it's firmer than the average pony isn't saying much, they're all pretty squishy.
>You gently rub the sides of it, feeling the soft fur against your hand.
>You faintly smell the scent of lavender emitting from her behind.
>As you rub, you feel her shudder and she starts dripping even more.
>You sensually massage her soft rear, and she coo's in response.
>You grab her legs and place them over your shoulders, you face inches from her ponybutt.
>The smell is overpowering, but completely welcome.
"Let's see what kind of mess you made."
>"Please... No..."
"A servant must obey her master."
>You slowly brings your hands to her crack then spread Rarity as far as possible, grabbing as much of her plot as you can.
>The sight is heavenly, and you have to stop yourself from drooling.
>"Stop~," She pauses to gasp, "I-it's embarrassing…”
>Her inside is a complete mess, her thong is completely soaked.
"Can't have my servants like that, now can I?"
>You stop spreading her left cheek, still giving you a decent view of the action.
>Your free hand grabs hold of her thong, and you slowly pull it down.
>You wish to savour the moment as much as possible.
>It feels like hours, but you eventually pull it down all the way, down her legs and off to the side.
>You can feel the heat emitting from her.
>She's breathing loudly, trying to control herself.
>Her marehood is winking rapidly.
>Her sweet ponut glistens with perspiration in the light.
>Her generally soft and clean coat is now damp with sweat as she steadily become more aroused.
>"P-please, just..."
“Is that an order?” You give her a light slap on the right buttcheek. "You don't give me orders."
>You stop to think.
"And that one doesn't count."
>Her mouth says no, but her eyes, body movements, and basically everything else says yes.
>The goal is to make sure they don't cum, that's your ultimate punishment.
>12 hours of teasing, with no release.      
>Always wanting, always needing.
>All for the big reveal in the end.
>But you're just so curious on how it tastes.
>She's absolutely dripping, and the smell is intoxicating, putting you in an uncontrollable hypnosis.
>All you can focus on, all you want to focus on, is her sweet marehood.
>The winking of her beautiful salmon pink inside is all the approval you need.
>You move your head forward, slowly.
>The heat is intense.
>Just before your tongue comes in contact, you're jerk back by the sudden noise.
>"Nonny, I got the paddle!"
>Her speech breaks you out of your hypnosis, and brings you back to reality.
>As much as it annoys you, it's good that it happened.
>You don't want to break your ultimate punishment.
>She trots over to the two of, paddle in mouth.
>You show her the proper paddling movement, and she swings.
>Rarity lurches forward at the pain, and attempts to crawl away.
>Unfortunately for her, her legs give out, and she stays put.
>"Oh, you've been a baaaad girl.~" She says in a sexy, dominant and sing song voice.
>You didn't figure her the dominant type.
>Pinkie dom.
>Domi Pie?
>Your inner thoughts are interrupted by the scream of Rarity.
>Pinkie took another swing.
>Her eyes look maniacal, clearly enjoying this.
>One look at Rarity’s says the same thing.
>Once Pinkie takes another swing, you notice something.
>Rarity is desperately trying to get her hoof down to her behind, and Pinkie stops every swing to rub herself.
>Well that just won't do.
"I must have forgot to mention."
>Pinkie stops to look at you, while Rarity doesn’t seem to hear you.
>You take hold of Rarity’s wandering hoof and hold it up.
"Under no circumstances are you allowed to touch yourself." You smile, and place Rarity’s hoof back down, "If I see any of your hoofs remotely near that area, there will be dire consequences."
>"B-but-" Pinkie starts.
>You cut her off.
"This is not up for debate."
>Pinkie gets an aggressive look on her face.
>She almost looks legitimately angry.
>"I can’t believe I can’t touch myself because of you!” She grumbles then slams Rarity’s bulbous behind with the paddle.
>Pinkie raises her voice a bit more as she looks at you.
>"You’ve been toying with Rarity this whole time, you even gave her a thong!”
>You're actually kind of scared.
>She slams the paddle again, this time, a bit harder.
>Rarity is drooling again with ecstasy.
>"And the only fun I’ve managed to have, you have to take away!"
>She winds up.
>Managing to talk with a paddle in her mouth remains an incredible feat.
>"How about one more?!"
>She brings the paddle down again, but you stop her before it makes contact.
>She looks at you for answers.
"It's been 15 hits."
>It takes her a moment to process, then she lets go of the paddle, defeated.
>Rarity is completely out of it, so you take a moment to talk to Pinkie.
"So, you want a thong, huh?"
>She looks at the floor, dejectedly.
You look at the slobbering mess that is a thoroughly punished Rarity. "Care to explain what’s got you so heated?"
>"This whole week you've been having fun with Rarity." She rubs her shoulder. "I wanted to poontang out with you too.
“I think you mean hang out”
>”I know what I said.”
“Wha-... Look, what we were doing wasn’t really “hanging out”, but I see your problem.”
>You're having an issue of thinking what to say.
>You're not good with these kinds of things.
"I didn't really expect this, but if you want, I can make sure to punish you a lot more next week."
>You expected the word 'punish' to turn her off from that offer.
>"Deal!"
>Wot.
"Alright I guess."
>You scratch the back of your head.
>What now?
"Go clean up Rarity, then the two of you can clean the couch." You yawned. "I need to relax."
>"Okie Dokie Lokie." she says giddly.
>Tired, and it being a nice day, you decide to relax on the back porch.
>You read the sunday newspaper.
>The main story was about a unicorn who accidentally made a rag sentient.
>The rag then went on to be a published author.
>Weird.
>Eventually, you fall asleep under the gaze of the sun.
----
>You wake up and it's dark.
>Begrudgingly, you make your way to the screen door leading to the house.
>The kitchen clock reads 8:00.
>Shit.
>You make your way into the living to find the two ponies sitting on a cleaned couch, watching television.
"What's this? I enter my home only to find 2 hands sitting around idly?"
>"We finished our jobs, Nonny." Pinkie declares.
"Your jobs are to clean my house, and to make sure it stays tidy."
>You look around, but it seems spotless.
"If I see any mess what-so-ever, there will be consequences.”
>Still tired from your nap, the couch DID look awfully inviting.
>It doesn’t take long to decide, and you drag yourself to the couch.
>You flop down between the two ponies, wrapping your arms around them and pull them close.
>They snuggle up to you without resistance.
>The feeling of two fluffy soft ponies rubbing against you, the stimulation of watching boring TV, and your previous drowsiness is far too much for you.
>you’re out cold in minutes and the snuggling ponies soon follow.
----
>You awake the next morning, feeling cold.
>It's weird though, you had a blanket on you.
>A blanket that wasn't there last night.
>The two ponies you feel asleep with are gone.
>On the table in front of you is a note.
>You wipe your eyes and pick up the note.
>You squint, and read what it says.
 
Dear Anonymous,
 
Hello, it's Pinkie. I'm having Rarity write for me, she said it's too make sure everything is right is correct, and I don't ramble o...
>It appears she just stopped writing what she was saying and a new sentence continues on the next line.
-but enough about gummy's new teeth, let me get straight to the point. Me and Rarity woke up to you still sleeping. We didn't want to wake you up, so we placed a blanket on you and left you this note. We have to get to work, so we'll see you next week! Ciao!
>A blank line, then it continues
Anonymous, this is Rarity. I apologize for acting so stuck up when I was here, but this feeling you gave me is strangely foreign. I want to keep this short, so I'll spare you all my emotions. I will see you on Friday. Please, have a good day.
 
Salutations,
Rarity
 
>You place the note on the table, then lean back against the couch.
>A nearby clock reads 9:30
>You're late for work.
>Without time to do your morning routine, you head out the door.
>The entire week, your mind was scrambling. Thinking. Wondering. Pondering. Synonyms.
>Sitll, you can’t wait for next weekend.
>But something is beginning to nag at your brain.
>Something other than lewd thoughts.
>You chalk it up to absolutely nothing because you're uncreative and continue your day.
>Next week is coming.
>GET.
>HYPE.
SUNDAY, WEEK 1 / 4 END