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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".22Anon.27s_Lewd_Sleepover.22.28EqG.29">"Anon's Lewd Sleepover"(EqG)</span><a href="&quot;Anon's_Lewd_Sleepover&quot;(EqG)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: &quot;Anon's Lewd Sleepover&quot;(EqG)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />***Edited out some typos.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The lights are off, the only illumination emanating from the glow of the television set and Rarity&quot;s phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several sounds are present in the room as well: the sound of video games, the sound of a camera shutter on Rarity's phone, and the sound of your friends talking amongst one another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh in content as you lay on Pinkie&quot;s bed, watching Applejack and Rainbow Dash banter back and forth and they continue to compete in that little video game of their's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s snores right by your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound's a bit distracting but you&quot;re not gonna wake her up or anything like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, y-you kinda like her sleeping next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's pretty nice...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But something&quot;s missing.</span><br />&quot;...Hey, are any of you guys hungry?&quot; you ask, stomach growling.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack shrugs, turning her head towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I could sure use some -- HEY! The heck, Rainbow?! I was right in the middle of talkin&quot;, that ain&quot;t fair!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And that&quot;s my problem why?&quot; sneers Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The screen flashes the words &quot;WINNER&quot; brightly, declaring Dash&quot;s character as the victor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aw yeah! Who&quot;s awesome? Who's the best? THIS GIRL!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes at her little vicotry dance.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, sure you are Dashie...Anyways, I could use some food right about now. Do we have anything here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie zips up on top of the bed, siting right behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The wave of air from behind her makes the bottom her blue nightgown wave like a flag for a brief second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do we got anything here? Of course we got anything here! This is my house, hellooo?&quot; she says, knocking on your head like it were an empty door.</span><br />&quot;Ouch! Pinkie, not so hard!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoops! My bad.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your poor noggin.</span><br />&quot;Thank you...now what I was going to say was that I need a real meal, you know? Something like&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pizza?&quot; murmurs Sunset, stirring awake right besides you on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, good job Pinkie,&quot; huffs Rarity, &quot;it seems you woke Sunset up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack counters this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey now, what&quot;re you blamin&quot; her for when it was us who let 'er fall asleep?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The groggy Sunset slowly rises, placing her orange hand on your thigh as leverage to sit up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know this&quot;ll sound weird, but you can&quot;t help but notice how right it looked when her hand was atop the yellow cloth of your pj&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of pj's, Sunset's were very comfortable looking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fabbric was simple, a dark purple that made your mauve skin look pale in comparison.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They also frame her form very nicely, showcasing her gorgoeous figure and all of her delectable curves, her supple chest, her shapely thighs, and a cute butt that looked firm and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t like girls, you fuckin&quot; swear, man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmmugh...wassup you guys...?&quot; slurs Sunset with a following yawn. &quot;Did I falla sleep 'gain?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Y-yeah, sorry. We din't know wheteher to wake you up or not...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stretches out her arms, standing up from the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tight purple night-wear resumes to show off her form.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, it&quot;s alright. I should&quot;ve tried to stay awake better.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the shape of her flat stomach, her lean arms, and her h-h-hipsss.....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...STRAIGHT.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;THINK STRAIGHT THINGS.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;LIKE PENIS.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;OH GOD NOW YOU'RE PICTURING SUNSET WITH A PENIS WHAT IS GOING ON.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Hey, Twilight? Ya doin&quot; alright?&quot; asks Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blink and give yourself a shake.</span><br />&quot;Bwuh! Y-yeah! I&quot;m fine! Totally. Um...sorry. Blacked out a little.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, the sound of a single, boisterous laugh captures the room&quot;s attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha! Oh boy, I know what that look is, Twilight,&quot; says Rainbow Dash at the foot of the bed.</span><br />&quot;W-what&quot;re you talking about? I-I&quot;m just...just...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You choke on your own garble words, your athletic friend grinnng like the cheshire cat.</span><br />&quot;Oh ho ho are you in for a ride, Twi&quot; chuckles Dash.<br />&quot;I don't know what you mean, I'm just--&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hungry?&quot; chimes Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The perfect segway!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank heaven for Rarity&quot;s timing!</span><br />&quot;Yes! Hungry! Very, very, very hungry. You guys got any ideas for food?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash smirks.</span><br />&quot;Tuna.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to punch her smug face so hard right now...</span><br />&quot;Any /other/ ideas? Preferably ones that are achievable?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone looks at each other, then at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room collectively shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, this sucks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;I see. And we only have junk food here. Oh well. Guess I&quot;ll just suffer then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Actually, Twilight, I think Sunset had a good idea,&quot; says Fluttershy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me? I did?&quot; says Sunset, confused.</span><br />&quot;...Yeah, you're right, Fluttershy! She said Pizza!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I did? That&quot;s actually kinda a good idea if I did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pizza? OH! I&quot;m down for pizza!&quot; declares Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Murmurs of agreement show that everyone has made up there mind.</span><br />&quot;Alright! Pizza it is, girls.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up the phone and&quot;</span><br />&quot;...wait what toppings do we want?&quot;<br /><br />---Later<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re also a pizza man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty lame tbqh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pays well though, mainly because your sick gains have finally showed themselves to the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, as soon as school starts, you&quot;re gonna get a shit ton more looks with these muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, you don&quot;t even use a car to deliver these pussy-ass pizzas, you use your monstrous leg muscles to&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alright, you drive your moped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...B-but you like to pretend that you&quot;re flying sometimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Makes ya feel manly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, your shift begins tonight, and you&quot;re--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! You&quot;re late man, always late!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah shit, here&quot;s your boss Joe: owner of Joe&quot;s Pizza.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He speaks in a thick Indian accent, his white shirt hidden by his grease-stained apron.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He&quot;s kinda got it out for you, you think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a tired sigh, you step off your moped.</span><br />&quot;Uh, sorry, there was another...disturbance.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That fucking kid shouldn&quot;t have played in the road.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Joe, a man of strictness and discpline on time, doesn&quot;t have any of your shit, his red-man face growing redder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Disturbance? Another disturbance? Always a disturbance with you!&quot; he shouts, then rolls his eyes. &quot;C&quot;mon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He drags you inside the restaurant, his feet moving quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re guessing someone&quot;s having a party, or Joe wouldn&quot;t be so fucking antsy tonight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Minutes ago, in comes order. 1337 Canterlot Way; Eight extra-large deep-dish pizzas. In eight minutes from now I am defaulting on our twenty-one minute guarantee. Then not only am I receiving no money, but I will lose the customer forever to Pizza Yurt.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at you dead seriously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can you deliver this shit?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I...in the bathroom maybe, but I--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jesus Christ, man. Look Anon, you&quot;re a nice guy...okay, not really, but you&quot;re my only hope. You have to make it in time. You&quot;re just not dependable enough&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hands you eight stacks of pizzas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is your last chance. You have to go all the way to Canterlot Way in less than twenty-one minutes or your ass is fired.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, waiting for anything else he has to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...GOooOOoo!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh! Now? Shit, I see. Alright, ya won&quot;t be disappointed sir!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rush out the door.</span><br /><br />--Later<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes! You&quot;re almost fucking there&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s night, about 12:34 a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god the roads are clear this time of night, but nevertheless you still need to hurry the fuck up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you don&quot;t need this job necessarily, you do think that if you are fired, you&quot;ll hardly ever get as many tips as you do from milfs and shit working anywhere else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, these gains can save your ass in this line of work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Big hunky pizza man at the door talks to sweet milf lady, sweet talks her into giving a bigger tip...that's been your whole job in a nutshell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, losing focus!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remember, you're driving a moped, nigga!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you&quot;re even distracted for the slightest...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You skid your moped to a halt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck was that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit, was that thunder?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Christ, it isn&quot;t gonna storm soon, is it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay out your palm to feel for any falling rain drops, and fortunale feel nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, the clouds look like death.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was there a weather advisory or some shit?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t remember there being one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d check your phone, but you&quot;re in a bit of a rush here and you're aaaallmost there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1329, nope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1331, closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1333, not yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1335, closeeee....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1337.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull your moped into the driveway and unstrap the eight pizzas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;THRASH</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BOOM BOOM</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it&quot;s raining.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's raining HARD.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run under the front porch of the house to take cover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you notice how strong the wind hits you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s so strong that you can barely keep your eyes open; it blows the rain all over the place, soaking you despite being under the porch of the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your short sleeve uniform was not made for this shit, and your hat is officially gone with the wind, taken into the black oblivioin of the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The trees start to sway dangerously and you can hear the sound of the trunks creaking under the pressure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The surging lightning that coils like an eel in the ocean of black clouds alarms you as well, hissing and crackling with ferocious light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gotta finish this shit up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ring the doorbell and--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIypdzgZAaI [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;OH SHIT!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;IS THERE A MOTHERFUCKING TORNADO SIREN GOING OFF?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin banging on the door relentlessly, ringing the damn bell as quickly as you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, the door opens.</span><br />&quot;PIZZA TIME!!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Twilight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shakes off the confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here, get inside!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She drags you in along with the pizzas, only for her to accidentally pull your soaked body down on the floor with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door slams shut and you now lay on top of her, your face mere centimeters from her own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A little drop of rain water trickles off the tip of your nose, and drips onto her&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yur cheeks flare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s a lot warmer in here all of a sudden...</span><br />&quot;...H-hi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, is that...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wallet. I-it&quot;s my wallet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...That&quot;s a pretty big wallet.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I get a lotta tips.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand yourself up, your cold skin riddled with goosebumps.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You offer your hand to Twilight who still remains on the ground, staring at your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take the time to notice her attire, and raise a brow questioningly.</span><br />&quot;Yellow pajamas with hearts?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs with a cute smile.</span><br />&quot;Eh. Whatever floats your boat,&quot; you say. &quot;Um, I didn&quot;t just, like, completely soak you, did I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight clears her throat awkwardly as she takes your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, no, I&quot;m fine,&quot; she says as you help her up from the floor.</span><br />&quot;Okay, good. I was like; &quot;oh no&quot; and stuff... So how&quot;ve you been this Summer? You seem to be doing well.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can say the same...I'd ask if you been working out,&quot; she says, staring at your soaked shirt's chest, &quot;but I think I know the answer...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle like a little pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And here you thought you&quot;d feel like an alpha once you were jacked.</span><br />&quot;Heh, yeah, trying to look a bit better for when school starts.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stares at your pecs and how the wet fabric clings to your skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well...you&quot;ve definitely succeeded.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush.</span><br />&quot;Heh. Thanks. So whatcha need eight pizzas for?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh nothing, the girls and I are just having a big ol' slumber party. They said school for them starts in a week, and that even though I usually visit every two weeks from Equestria, it'd mean a lot, yada yada...&quot;</span><br />&quot;And you weren't too busy being a princess?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs.</span><br />&quot;Not at the moment, no. I have time to act like a teenager again...it's always fun too, you know,&quot; she says with a playful laugh.<br />&quot;I see. Well, that&quot;ll be about twelve dollars and fifty cents 'your highness'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...She's wincing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is she...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hunch over in defeat.</span><br />&quot;...I was late, wasn&quot;t I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. Sorry, but I&quot;m not paying for that pizza.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;Damn it.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as Twilight opens her mouth to apologize, a familiar voice screams loudly from the basement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight! Twi, did you get the pizza!? TWIIII?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I got all eight of them! I&quot;ll be right there, Pinkie!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns back to you and chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Guess she&quot;s hungrier than me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, sounds like it. I&quot;m the same when I&quot;m hungry too. I&quot;m all like Shrek and shit, y&quot;know? Like, &quot;git in mah belleh&quot; and stuff?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight giggles despite the fact that you&quot;re pretty sure that&quot;s actually from Fat Bastard in Austin Powers 2.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That and you don't think you have shown her all of Shrek yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I totally understand. I probably wouldn&quot;t be able to deliver pizzas to be honest. I&quot;d get too hungry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her stomach growls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like Godzilla.</span><br />&quot;Hungry like that? Sheesh, how late was I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Half an hour. It&quot;s no big deal though.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That mean you&quot;ll pay me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I&quot;m from a world of talking ponies. I don&quot;t have money here.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;I see.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;An awkward pause ensues for a moment.</span><br />&quot;So, uh, I gotta get going. I mean, I should tell my boss I messed and all that, y&quot;know? Tell the girls I said hi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin walking to the door and are about to turn the handle to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, something places itself atop of your shoulder: Twilight's hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look on her face is that of concern and sympathy..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re not seriously going back out there, are you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes are heavy with something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not tears, no, but something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like an emotion of sorts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t know what it is...and somehow you know she doesn&quot;t either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe it's just wanting to be near a friend?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been pretty lonely, dedicating yourself to improving your body, your organization, your hygeine...hell, you even gotta job!</span><br />&quot;...Yeah, I kinda do have to travel through that, though. I mean, I have to let my boss know I&quot;m fired.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tilts her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait? Fired?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, this was my last shot. If I was late this one last time, my ass will be kicked out...or 'is' kicked out. Look, I really should go, alright. I don&quot;t wanna impede on your all&quot;s slumber party and stuff.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...or you can join us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You freeze.</span><br />&quot;...Sorry, could you repeat that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Join us; you&quot;re fired anyway so why not? You can either go back to tell him you failed, or just stay here with us as company.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Or you could pay me twelve fifty and I could keep my job.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles smugly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know you wanna join us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...That fuckin' smile.</span><br />&quot;Fuck it. Let&quot;s eat some fuckin' pizza.&quot;<br /><br />---Later<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head towards the kitchen--apparently the basement staircase is in it somewhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re sure this isn&quot;t Twilight&quot;s house when observing the interior of this place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, of course it isn't, why would a princess from a horse dimension own a house here when she transforms into a teenage girl?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also doubt it's one of the others' homes either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s too expensive, something a successful person would have to have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see some family pictures up on the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Principal Celestia and Luna&quot;s, that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So that means...</span><br />&quot;Why&quot;re we at the Principals&quot; house?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight raises a brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why wouldn&quot;t I be? This is where I stay when I&quot;m not in Equestria. The Princesses, er, Principals offered me a place to stay after saving the school several times now. They get that I'm an adult where I'm from, though, so they just let me stay and do my thing.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...So you then live here for the time being?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep. It's like being there roomate, in a way.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well...where are they?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s face reddens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cincinnati. They&quot;re doing a concert with their rock band.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;They have a rock band?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Something like that. Teacher&quot;s salary wasn't exactly enough.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The lights are all out and the house creaks from the ferocious wind outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunder rumbles as a flash of light illuminates the blackness outside the house's windows.</span><br />&quot;...Yeah, so I think we should go down, now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wanted to ride your moped in that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, cause I have a job, unlike you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;m the embodiment of friendship, magic and...never mind.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk down the staircase with Twilight in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear the sounds of a video game being played and two girls going back and forth with each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha! You don&quot;t even know how to block!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, that&quot;s clearly Rainbow Dash for obvious reasons, but you&quot;re gonna guess it&quot;s Applejack competing against her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah? Well whaddya call this then, eh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand corrected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the bottom of the stairs, the basement lights are all off with the television set being the exception.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s honestly a really nice basement, &quot;practically custom-made for Twilight and everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There&quot;s a dresser right next to the doorway you and Twilight entered from to your all&quot;s left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The wood looks old--something from Luna or Celestia&quot;s childhood from the looks of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, the wall to the left of that has a door that you presume to be the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder how nice it is compared to the rest of the house upstairs, or if it&quot;s fairly basic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that it matters, because if you can get permission, you&quot;re going to want a hot shower in there anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, come on man, you&quot;re cold from all that rain and your clothes are freezing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your central view is of the girls in front of the TV and an empty dog-bed for Spike.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, speaking of beds, a large mattress, potentially queen-sized, sits there, a couch perpendicular to it as both surround the television set with Dash and AJ in front of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell that further to the left behind the wall that outlines the bathroom, there&quot;s more:a bar with a microwave and a mini fridge, a table with several chairs to sit at when eating, and a good distance between.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...This whole basement is like an expensive apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You like it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, impressed with the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I do too. You wanna tell them you got the pizza?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Absolutely.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold the eight pizza-boxes in your hands.</span><br />&quot;Pizza time!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In an instant, the game pauses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pizza? Pizza!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie scales the floors like a lizard, and stops just short from colliding with you and the pizzas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The others all clamor as they walk to you and Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my gosh, it&quot;s been, like, forever since we ordered this! We were starting to think you got sucked in by a tornado mister delivery man!&quot; says Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie removes the pizza-boxes one at a time, passing them to her friends to hold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as she removes four pizzas-boxes from the stack in your arms, she finally stops when she notices...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Anon?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girls stop investigating their pizza.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Hiya. How&quot;s it hangin&quot;?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re a delivery boy?&quot; asks Sunset, her voice confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash, on the other hand, laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Will it certainly explains why the pizza isn&quot;t on time. You&quot;re not exactly that fast, you know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ha.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says that now only because the pizza-boxes mixed with the dim lighting makes your figure harder to see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place the remaining four pizza boxes on the ground.</span><br />&quot;Oh contraire, Dash. I&quot;ve actually been a bit more motivated recently&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;When Twilight flips on the lights, the girls all double take.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their eyes become fixated on your soaked body, your short-sleeved uniform drenched by torrents of rain water hugging your skin and presenting the musculure shape you now possess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flex your arms for added effect, feeling the tiniest bit of pretentiousness in you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity walks up to you, wide-eyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My goodness,&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mesmerized, she pokes your beefy arm in disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your wet skin is no longer the only one with bumps as Rarity looks at the fine details of your shape, her sapphire eyes scanning you with deep satisfaction and an occaional beet of her lashes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can only imagine how much attention you&quot;d given to your body over this summer. I&quot;m rather astonished by your dedication,&quot; she says pleasantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Staring down at her like this, you realize how attractive she looks in her current attire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The baby doll nightgown leaves much of her looking vulnerable in a strangely alluring way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see her slender neck go all the way down to her collarbone, her alabaster skin more flawless and smooth than the sculptures of Aphrodite from ancient Greece.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could just imagine kissing her shoulders gently, or nipping at her neck teasingly as she moans from her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Christ, even the thought of her revealing her shoulder makes the blood rush to your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, I too like to treat my body well, but no matter what I do, I just can&quot;t manage to end up with such extraordinary results such as yours. You simply must tell me your secret, Anon! Perhaps we could go exercise together&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;I, uh, just listened to Rainbow Dash's advice, that's all,&quot; you stutter out of nervousness.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash nods with a brotherly grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha! That&quot;s my man for ya! Gimme some Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You awkwardly fist bump her.</span><br />&quot;T-thanks,&quot; you mumble, a band of scarlet scorching across your cheeks.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now wait just a darn minute! You tryin' to tell me you got as ripped as Big Mac without any apple-farmin&quot;? I don&quot;t think I can believe that&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahem,&quot; says Twilight, demanding everyone&quot;s attention. &quot;So girls, Anon just got fired and he can&quot;t exactly leave the house with the weather outside. I know it&quot;s suppose to be our girls&quot; night but&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m stuck here...but I at least got pizza.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Works for me!&quot; beams Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, Fluttershy gasps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my goodness, you were fired? And after going through such nasty weather just to do your job? Oh you poor thing, do you want me to make you some tea, or soup, or...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, no thanks, I&quot;m alright. You&quot;re all okay with me staying for the night, though?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack laughs as she rests an arm around your broad shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heck yeah we are, partner! After all, I sure could use somebody else to fight &quot;gainst in this here game. Now c&quot;mon and grab yerself a pizza and let&quot;s get ya started, capiche?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, um, can I actually shower first? I&quot;m pretty sure I'm freezin to death.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The bathroom&quot;s right there. There&quot;s some clean towels in the cabinet. I&quot;ll get you some real clothes to put on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Thanks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tonight is going to be interesting&quot;</span><br /><br />--Later<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You welcome the warmth of the hot water, the steam in the entire bathroom making your stiff and rigid muscles relax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Showers are incredible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The daily grime from today rinses off your slick body along with the tension and stress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There&quot;s always something about being toasty and clean from the shower right after you&quot;re wet and cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s almost like a buzz, a buzz where you can just stop and be relieved of all anxiety.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the life, right here, buddy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, despite feeling tranquil and relaxed, curiosity ebbs at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What are the rest of the girls are talking about right now...?</span><br /><br />---Meanwhile<br /><br />&quot;Holy shit, Anon&quot;s actually really hot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ditto,&quot; says Rainbow Dash, &quot;dude&quot;s more jacked than an ox.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not to mention much more...dreamy,&quot; sighs Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit on the bed with an open box of pizza between you and Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one plays a video game at the moment, however everyone&quot;s got the same thing on their mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset exhales, still processing the sight of the new and improved Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I&quot;m kinda shell shocked. I mean, he&quot;s like a...a&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hunk! A super-muscular, square-jawed, deep-voiced, hunk!&quot; exclaims Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room chatters about the vast change Anon has been through in such a short time, and how compared to the average looking kid he was last year, he&quot;s become a new person.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...And he touched you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, right when you let him in, he practically mounted on top of you, your face centimeters apart from his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was an accident, sure, but you could still remember his breath on your face as his soaked clothes dripped onto you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, you gotta tell the girls this.</span><br />&quot;Did I tell you guys what happened when he came in?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They each shake their heads no with curious glances.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squee at the opportunity to tell what happened.</span><br /><br />&quot;Alright, so when I answered the door, there was Anon, alright? I barely had time to see him that much till he fell on top of me because I yanked him inside because of the crazy weather. It was like he was on top of me, you know? His face was really close to mine. It was really, really weird... Then, I swore I felt something near his crotch. It was big and thick--I didn't want to feel too much because I don't know what it is and I'm not taking chances here! I asked, but he said it was his wallet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give them a look.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I think it was pretty big for a wallet.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room erupts with &quot;oooh&quot;s.</span><br />&quot;After that, he helped me up, and we just started /flirting/&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hol&quot; up! You flirted with him?&quot; questions a doubtful Applejack. &quot;I ain't never seen ya flirt with nobody before -- excludin&quot; Flash Sentry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, well Flash and I never clicked like /this/; I was always the one carrying the conversations and talking. But you guys saw Anon! He&quot;s a bit shy and clueless, but I really liked talking to him&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm just shocked that ANON of all people was flirting to begin with,&quot; says Dash. &quot;I mean, you say he's just 'a bit' shy? He's downright afraid of talking to girls. We were the only ones he could talk to last year!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I was shy, but I've grown out of it a bit...a little...maybe...&quot; mumbles Fluttershy. &quot;Maybe he's still a little intimidated by all of this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the girls look at you expectanting your take on Fluttershy's theory.</span><br />&quot;I dunno...maybe he is? He's just so different though...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset assumnes a pondering position next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, Twilight...it's kinda weird that we're interested in him, don't you think?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight, we're twenty-two back in Equestria. He's, like, seventeen. He can't even drink here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Well here we're technically close in age-range, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...This is a weird topic,&quot; states Pinkie with a normal smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Soooo...&quot; begins Rainbow Dash, &quot;What'd you want to do with him?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Excuse me?&quot; asks Rarity?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know what I said: 'what would you want to do with him'?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes.</span><br />&quot;C'mon, Dash, that's a bit imature, don't you think? Besides! You all know I don&quot;t think like that! I&quot;m not that type of girl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight...Twilight, c&quot;mon,&quot; deadpans Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look in her eyes sshows her disbelief, only matched by similar looks the rest of your friends have.</span><br />&quot;No, really! I-I don&quot;t have those type of thoughts! Yes, he&quot;s hot, sure, but that doesn&quot;t mean that I necessarily--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Say it,&quot; hisses Pinkie, &quot;even Shy once admited to having /those/ thoughts,&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy&quot;s face goes blank before she shrugs with a toothy smile that screams &quot;oh my god she really just said that oh Jesus oh Jesus&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They got you cornered in your own bed, surrounding the entire piece of furniture.</span><br />&quot;I'm not, though! I don't! I only think about more, I dunno, nice things! Like what kind of books he'd like! Um, is he a good speller? You know, nice things!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, I bet he can give a nasty analysis at book club,&quot; jokes Sunset. &quot;Watch out you all, he's going to read the dictionary with a deep-voice! Oh no!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest of your friends start cracking up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, taht would be pretty hot to you too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, Twilight! Just vent a little! Say what you feel inside!&quot; urges Rarity.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hang your head low so your hair covers your reddening face.</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re not gonna let me go until you hear me say what I want him to do, are you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Darn tootin&quot;!&quot; shouts Applejack.</span><br />&quot;G-guys, come on, I really don&quot;t wanna--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Say it,&quot; demands Pinkie.</span><br />&quot;But I&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SAY IT!!!&quot; orders the entire room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tug at the collar of your pajamas and gulp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You count to three in your head as you grab a pillow to reassure yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;2</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;3</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a breath in and...</span><br />&quot;I WANT HIM TO ROUGHLY PIN ME DOWN AND TO SHOVE HIS--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bathroom door opens with steam flowing out of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face goes pale as everyone&quot;s jaws drop as Anon walks out, his whole upper-body exposed with a mere towel too small for him wrapped around his waist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the girls are frozen.</span><br />&quot;...HI ANON, HA HA! HOW WAS YOUR SHOWER!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite your awkward yelling, Anon does not seemed phased.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He merely stretches out his sturdy, muscular arms with a satisfying groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, man, it was great. Thanks Twi. I owe ya a shit-ton.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When he sees you and the girls, he tilts his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Why&quot;re you all surrounding Twilight on her bed?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;AL of you look at each other, unsure of what to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully, Sunset clears her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, y&quot;know, just teasing her about stuff, isn&quot;t that right Twily?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Y-yeah! Just teasing...!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;If Princess Cadance were watching you right now, she&quot;d be beyond disappointed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;d probably call you a &quot;cuck&quot; whatever that means.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stupid sexy Anon...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stupid sexy Shimmer...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also be very clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also be suspicious as to what just happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, really, why were they surrounding Twilight in her bed?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset smiles at you--she claims it&quot;s teasing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So does Twilight.</span><br />&quot;...Welp, if you&quot;re just playing around, guess I got no reason to be nosy,&quot; you say, shrugging your bare shoulders. &quot;So, uh, you know where I can find some clothes besides my uniform?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods eagerly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yeah! Here, I&quot;ll go get something from upstairs real quick. Girls? We can finish this talk upstairs. You keep Anon occupied, Rainbow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight speeds out of her bed and nearly sprints to the stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The others shrug and follow...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...All except for Rainbow, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As they follow their purple friend, it&quot;s just you, ripe from the shower and waist wrapped in a towel, Rainbow Dash, and the basement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a curious look, and point your thumb at the direction they left the basement from.</span><br />&quot;What&quot;s with her?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, you know, nerd stuff,&quot; says Rainbow Dash, migrating back to the carpet where she&quot;d left her controller.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she walks back over, you notice her sleep-attire all that much more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You guess her shirt is something of importance describing this, because it wears itself on her upper-body tightly, emphasizing her surprisingly more fruitful chest than you first thought her to have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s not wearing a bra under it, but from observation alone, you guess she&quot;s an A cup, maybe pushing just past a B cup.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her sleeves are short, like a t-shirt, but unlike the rest of the white fabric on her shirt, they&quot;re bold red.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right in the middle of her shirt, her little symbol makes itself noticed at her chest region: a storm cloud with colorful lightning.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shirt, while tight, still doesn&quot;t hug her body as much as Sunset&quot;s purple pajamas, but certainly alluded to that she was thin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her pants, however, were not as insightful on how she looked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you don&quot;t know what her legs look like (she&quot;s worn yoga pants before one time at school).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something about the blue pajama pants with small white patterns somehow makes her seem that much more desirable, strangely enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to stare at the mlittle storm and rainbow lightning on her chest, and then find yourself witnessing her breast again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice her nipples poke through the fabric just the tiniest bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re staring.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those two words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They slam you back into reality full force.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;YOu've been caught, more helpless than a deer caught in an oncoming car's headlights.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br />&quot;S-sorry. I, uh, didn&quot;t mean to&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S&quot;cool; I&quot;m used to that kind of stuff. I mean, c&quot;mon, I can&quot;t blame you for checking me out. I am pretty athletic and all&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash grins as her eyes scan you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And hey, I'd pretty much be lying if I said I didn't like what I see either..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart stops beating.</span><br />&quot;Wait, what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow gets on her hands and knees, getting closer to you than ever before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You heard me. I&quot;ve been looking at you, and I like what I see.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh lawd have mercy.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp as her hand places itself over the bulge from under your towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Looks like the feeling&quot;s mutual, eh? Nice size ya got there, by the way. I was worried your gains was just &quot;cause of compensation, but, like, yeah, clearly not the case if I&quot;m seeing that right there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoot back, removing her hand from your lap.</span><br />&quot;This is some sorta prank, isn&quot;t it? C&quot;mon, the girls are gonna pop back in with their phones recording this or some sh--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow your words as Dash pounces on you, her mouth instantly interlocking with yours as her hands undo the wrapped towel around your waist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands move eagerly, quickly undoing the fabric around your prized possession like it were in the packaging of a Christmas present.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rational thought is swept away at this point, and you no longer care if this is a prank or not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your tongues smack together, coiling and twisting around the other&quot;s, you snake your hands up her shirt in a desperate attempt to feel more of her smooth, cyan skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start at her hips, and as you make your way up from them, your mind melts as you realize how great her build is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lean, skinny, but with definite shape and curves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands reach up and feel for her breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As small as they are, the tiny mounds are still pretty fun to tease.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch one nipple, finding it already very erect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your fingers tease the tiny nub, you can feel Dash sharply inhale through her nose as you continue to smooch with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's an anxious kisser, seeking to get as much enjoyment from your mouth as she can.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do the same, and the result is a dance of tongues, tangling around each other as you exploit the surface of her body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting dizzy from lack of breath, you pull back and take a deep breath of reality.</span><br />&quot;...H-holy shit,&quot; you whisper in awe, &quot;I feel like I'm on the fuckin&quot; moon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash pants, catching her bearings as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Damn, t-that was more intense than I thought it'd be&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles deviously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wanna go again?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I, uh, well&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes at your uncertainty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You really gonna say no to this? C&quot;mon, at least half the school would kill to be right here with me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But I&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Urgently, you are pulled in for another kiss, then pushed down on your back as she saddles up on top of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile is proud, confident like it usually is, but with a little something extra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The satisfaction of getting what she wants shines in the teeth of her grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her legs spread apart on top of you, you still feel the warmth of her eager womanhood through her pajama pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face grows a shade more red when your imagine how wet and hungry privates must be for attention under the barrier of comfortable sleep-wear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entertained with your timidity, she begins gyrating her hips, grinding her excitement against your crotch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breaths become huffs from her mouth, bits of stuffy air expelling from her lungs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too hot to handle, she&quot;s overtaken with a strong heat in her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands grab at the bottom of her shirt in a need to expose herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, Rainbow Dash begins removing the article of clothing from her, her flat, slim stomach revealing itself to your widened eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hardly believe this is happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fully topless, she flings aside the shirt like trash as you stare in awe.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;10/10, no question about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash looks incredible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her sky blue skin holds no flaws or marks other than minor scars from athletic injury, but are easily forgiven by her soft, slick skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a bit a hair on her, perfectly smooth to the touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breasts are small, but you were well aware of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing them, however, gives you a sense of satisfaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They look perky, nearly flat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nearly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s a B-cup at most; that or at the far scale of an A you'd say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like you&quot;re an expert on breasts, you know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, her tiny dark blue nipples stick up completely erect in excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They look sensitive to touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must be fun to pinch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even though you always liked some big tits, you&quot;re starting to see how one can enjoy these small, small orbs on her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her belly is flat and well-toned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No pudge at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could look at her all day and still be amazed at how well her body holds up compared to your average teenager.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Actualy, no...this body would make even WOMEN envious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow is not fine, she's DAMN fine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thoughts are interrupted by her small laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You look like your head's up in the clouds,&quot; says Rainbow Dash.</span><br />&quot;More like cloud <span class="nu0">9</span>.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha, that&quot;s good, but I can think of something better,&quot; Rainbow Dash says, her eyes speaking more than her words.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her mind ready, she leans towards your face as you begin exploiting her body greedily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mouth connects with her&quot;s, causing euphoria to strike.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you make each other dizzy by breathing shared breaths, the lack of fresh oxygen putting you both in a haze, and twp words enter your mind.</span><br />&quot;So...awesome.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That&quot;s my line.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Coming from my mouth. Try and get it if you want it so much.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash&quot;s lips are soft, much like the rest of her flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They feel pillow-y, like tiny cushions, yet move in perfect tandem with your own as the resulting kiss generates a spark within.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The heat in both of your chests have become wildfires, and with each brush of skin, each touch of flesh, the fire is only fed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cacophony of quiet moans and groans down in your throats only push the two of you further and further till you think it&quot;s impossible to be crazier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It does nothing but get crazier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands drape themselves over your chest and stomach, feeling up your defined pectorals and abs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk into your kiss as you cup one of her small breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear that her face becomes just a bit redder at this as she takes an incredibly sharp breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Awfully meek of her compared to how she&quot;s approached this situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So far, Rainbow Dash has made it clear that she&quot;s the more experienced lover, thus the dominant figure in this little game she&quot;s made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But as you continue fondling her rounded mounds, it&quot;s apparent she&quot;s trying to hide how much more she&quot;s enjoying it in an attempt to keep her claim to her throne.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perhaps because of her breast size, she rarely gets any stimulation in an area usually given attention to by plenty of people, thus the sensation is rare, or entirely new.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she&quot;s bragged again and again about how much &quot;action&quot; she gets, so wouldn&quot;t she have met someone to entertain her tits at least once?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brush your thumb against the tip of her right nipple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Much to your satisfaction, she pulls away from the kiss with a sharp, sharp gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A theory hits you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you know why.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah! S-shit!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The goosebumps on her skin become even more abundant as you then flick the erect nub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hah! W-what the hell? How&quot;d you know to do that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grin Rainbow Dash made before is mirrored right back at her.</span><br />&quot;The girls don&quot;t get much love, do they?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flick her left one now, and she loudly moans in less than a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If she had attempted to hide her shock and pleasure a bit more, she might still have a fighting chance at reclaiming her position, but by making that cute as fuck noise, the game&quot;s not only in your favor, but you make the rules.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your right hand, you makes circles around her areola while your left hand pinches and tugs her nipple.</span><br />&quot;You haven&quot;t done this as much as you say you have, have you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can almost feel her heart skip a beat, her eyes wide and skin crawling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ha.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Got &quot;eem.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That&quot;s not tr--Ah! Sh-shit!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;Hey, don&quot;t worry, I ain&quot;t gonna tell anyone,&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her shoulders drop in relief.</span><br />&quot;..on one condition.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again, her skin crawls as she battles fear with sharp pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you&quot;re not gonna blackmail me, are you?&quot; she asks, gritting her teeth in an attempt to suppress her gasps of affection.</span><br /><br />&quot;More like the opposite. You tell anyone about this right now, I tell everyone about one game that you oly say you're skilled at.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her brows furrow as she pouts, yet she still can&quot;t help but hide the look of pleasure on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;F-fine...but I&quot;m still more experienced than you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Now that, I don&quot;t doubt,&quot; you say, your head nearing her left nipple.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s dark blue and small, but completely firm and erect as it stands tall at attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The color looks like blue berries, except much more delectable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remove your hand a cease your pinching, but you continue playing with the right breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare straight into Rainbow Dash&quot;s eyes as your head approaches the left nub on her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shakily, she nods her head in approval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perfect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face leans to the left side of her chest as you give it small kisses till you reach her nipple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cup her left breast in your hand, appreciating the little weight it has far more than most should, and enjoy the feeling of holding a tit in general.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you slowly bring out your tongue...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes contact with her supple flesh and you proceed to slowly lick your tongue around the shape of her areola.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head leans back as she lets out a shuddering moan, her arms shaking as they wrap around the back of your neck and shoulders, draped there lazily as the sensations dull her focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling adventurous, you decide to put your now-inactive left hand to some use.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay it atop the side of her left chest, and begin to feel down the sides of her ribs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand brushes from her ribcage, to the side of her stomach, and finally to her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body twitches a bit, her nervous system letting out sparks from such enthralling sensations that she can barely keep up with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Occasionally your palm will bump into the waist of her pajamas, but this tempts you more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snake your hand under the waistband, and begin to make way for her ass.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s somewhat difficult to reach, but she scoots up when she sees what you&quot;re trying to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you&quot;re able to feel the fabled ass of Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it does not disappoint.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s the butt of a runner: firm, tight, incredible shape, but so much more!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a pinch for good measure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Much like with her tits, she gasps sharply at the alien feeling, but doesn&quot;t dare to stop you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The touches you give each other are both new experiences that not only enthrall your minds, but opens them as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand squeezes at her supple cheeks as you tease her left breast with your teeth, and continue pinching the right tit just for the god damn fun of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know which part you like the most, but a voice in your head shouts &quot;hips&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash, realizing she's taking all the pleasure, medicines to return the favor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Don't think I&quot;m gonna be the only one squirming here, Anon,&quot; she says, her breath heavy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She removes her hands from around your shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't we both do something new for the first time&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;You mean, like, rolling in the hay kinda new?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands start to flow to her waistband as she gives you a dirty smile, her teeth glistening in such a way that drives you insane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, she begins to pull her pajamas down, and&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! We found you something!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Rainbow&quot;s eyes meet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same fear they show is reflected off the other&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Panic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking PANIC!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash immediately pulls her pajama pants up as she scrambles off of your crotch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, you try to wrap your towel back on and help search for Dash&quot;s discarded t-shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, the piece of clothing is found, and Dash hurriedly puts it on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair is still a mess, and so is your&quot;s, but at least you were decent, and could come up with a better excuse now that you were clothed...if they even question you at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both sit in front of the TV on the floor, not daring to make eye contact as you both blush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, not a moment later, they enter the basement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds a coat hanger with a robe along with some pajama pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looks comfy desu.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, Applejack and I found this is one of the principal&quot;s closets. It looks like a man&quot;s so I'm sure that you...are you two alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit oh shit oh shit.</span><br />&quot;Us? As in Rainbow Dash and I? Why yes we are fine! We were just about to, uh, play a good match in Super Duper&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uber,&quot; corrects Dash.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah, I mean Super &quot;Uber&quot; Bros&quot;.totally.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The six look confused, but shrug it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I suppose that&quot;s fine and all, but wouldn't you like to try your new attire on, dear?&quot; asks Rarity, still checking out your bod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice Dash&quot;s face turns a shade redder as her lips purse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shes glares at the pale girl, but tries to hide it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shift your focus to Rarity to answer her question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First you notice is her eyes look different, her make-up in particular was done more neatly than the last time you saw it, and her hair seemed just a tad more neat than it was earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re wondering if she prettied it up while upstairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a smile and a nod, you sit up to retrieve your new clothes in the coat-hanger held by Twilight.</span><br />&quot;Thank you guys for being so cool like this. Especially you, Twilight...any chance I can get that twelve fifty?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head no with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No can do Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br />&quot;Oh well. Guess I'll change in the bathroom again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you hide away.</span><br /><br /><br />---Later<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit on the floor in a blue robe and flannel pajamas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight said they were men&quot;s, the waistband says otherwise; you can tell someone with a good pair of hips has worn these (*cough!* Celestia *cough!*).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your hand lays a gamestation controller from the early 2000&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that's all you know about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never understood video games, and this &quot;Super Uber Bros.&quot; was just a weird thing to play.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, c&quot;mon, why is this Italian samurai character trying to defeat the turtleoids for?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the fighting?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sheesh!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More brutal than a god sending every demon from the pits of hell to ass rape you with forty-nine inch cactus dicks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, Dash talked you into playing her, and, well, you kind of want to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, you don't know why, but you got a feeling you and Dash are gonna be good, good friends from now on....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And hey, friends play video games, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Yeah, does this mean you and Rainbow are in a relationship?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, what even was that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some sort of lust?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, no...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was lust, yes, but something a bit more...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something more conscious than the instinct of lust was driving her...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first it seemed like she was just trying to be prideful, assert her dominance over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But right when you turned the tables, things were more intense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And speaking of turning the tables, you try your best to do just that in this stupid game!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve resorted to button-mashing, hopelessly trying to defeat Dash&quot;s ninja character in a game you&quot;ve never played.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the girls except Rainbow Dash are cheering you on, chanting your name in hopes to raise your spirits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you know it&quot;s impossible to win at this rate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your health bar is nearly diminished, one more hit and&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A kick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No more health...but the game keeps going?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;DO IT&quot; the game shouts with the voice of an announcer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your character still stands and whatnot, but what the hell?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your health is all gone, you&quot;re not able to move, but your character is still standing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What&quot;s happening?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He moves in a swaying motion as Dash walks up to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes her eyes off the screen, and winks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Check this out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She proceeds to press a certain combination of buttons as her ninja character does several hops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once it lands, the character takes off his mask revealing a bear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A FIRE-BREATHING BEAR.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From its maw, the bear-ninja proceeds to breathe hell-fire all over your character until you&quot;re nothing but ash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;GAME OVER. PLAYER ONE WINS.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash pumps both fists in the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah yeah! Sweet! Pretty cool, right Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy pats you own shoulder as the rest of the girls comfort you...wait, what?</span><br />&quot;It&quot;s alright Anon, just because you lost doesn&quot;t make you any worse of a person,&quot; says Fluttershy, her voice reassuring like a mother&quot;s.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I&quot;m sure if Dash actually let me teach ya first, ya&quot;ll had gotten a better chance,&quot; Applejack says.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives a stern stare at Rainbow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The attention you&quot;re getting just for losing&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who&quot;d ever think a loser would have so many girls talking to him?</span><br />&quot;Uh, it&quot;s alright. I didn&quot;t think I&quot;d win anyways,&quot; you say nonchalantly, hoping to make Dash look less bad. &quot;Besides, it was kind of cool...&quot; you say with a friendly smile to Rainbow Dash.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn&quot;t work when you notice Sunset walk up to her, eyes stern like an angry bull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let ME play on Anon&quot;s behalf.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh, okay, this is a bit much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash, prideful as ever, accepts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you wanna take me on in a game, huh? Well I bet I can take ya down in two moves, ten seconds fl--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ll beat you faster than you can even finish that sentence.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits on the carpet, picking up the controller as you remain sandwiched between the two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You really wanna be challenging me, Sunset?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, you hesitating?&quot; she retorts.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow merely laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me? Hesitate? I never hesitate, I just get what I want because I&quot;m good at it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie Pie draws out a chalkboard from nowhere, her smile a tad bit wider than usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Plaaaace your bets here, girls! Come on up! Who&quot;s gonna win this battle, and who's gonna win the most pizzas?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ll bid two slices of the pepperoni pizza that Sunset wins at two and a half minutes,&quot; declares Rarity happily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, I guess I&quot;ll bid three slices with the olives and anchovies that Rainbow wins in the first thirty seconds...I-I don&quot;t really feel comfortable having poor little fishies on my pizza anyways,&quot; murmurs Fluttershy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it, Pinkie is managing the entire room&quot;s bets on who&quot;ll win: Rainbow or Sunset?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You politely decline to place any bets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, you don&quot;t wanna pick favorites, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, it&quot;s obvious that it&quot;ll be--</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There! That&quot;s for you, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset dusts her hands off and stands up, leaving Rainbow Dash sitting with her jaw hung low.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...I lost?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns to you, her eyes pinpricks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I lost!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whoa, like, take it easy, it&quot;s just a game, man...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So says you!&quot; chimes Rarity, &quot;I&quot;ve just won eight slices from each pizza!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the other betting girls frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except for Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mainly because she got some too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sly bitch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow stands from her spot and points a finger at Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rematch! Right now!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset rolls her eyes, and sits on the bed next to Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Psh, only when you&quot;re no longer a sore loser.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Loser? Oh, you better--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Girls! Ya better stop this nonsense and start actin&quot; more polite with Anon here!&quot; scolds Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And usually I&quot;m the one arguin&quot; and such&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room enters a heavy silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air is more salty than the Pacific Ocean, bruh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight notices this and thinks of something quickly to regain everyone&quot;s optimism.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...So, uh, who&quot;s thirsty from that pizza? I know I am! Let&quot;s, er, go to the minibar! I got cider from Equestria.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I&quot;ll be damned! I forgot all &quot;bout the cider ya brought!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It&quot;s not, you know, /that/ type of cider, i-is it? I just don&quot;t want a repeat of what I did last time, you know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes widen.</span><br />&quot;Wait...Fluttershy, you got drunk?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right as you say that, she recluses under her hair in a week attempt to hide the ray of scarlet across her face.</span><br />&quot;Huh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you all head to the bar.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s real fucking nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Excellent quality wood, several cabinets...it's a good bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s a basement bar, but a good one!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s set up like the real deal with several stools, proper drinks, proper glasses...lord how much did the damn thing cost?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It even has a refrigerator for fuck&quot;s sake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all sit down at the stools as Twilight mans the bar itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So girls--and boy--what&quot;ll it be?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, that depends, Twilight dear. What say you have?&quot; asks Rarity, her voice a tad bit smoother sounding as she gazes into your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This does not go unnoticed by everyone else though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, Applejack seems a bit irritated by it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight awkwardly checks the inventory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, well we have the cider from my world&quot;s Applejack, some beer I bribed Luna to get us, Gatorade, chocolate milk (I&quot;m guessing Pinkie somehow got it in here), wine, and...water.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;That&quot;s an odd assortment.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ll take the wine, if you don&quot;t mind.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why do the &quot;proper&quot; people not drink beer?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never got that&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pinkie? What&quot;d you like?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Chocolate rain,&quot; says Pinkie with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a sigh, Twilight gets the chocolate milk out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a glass, mind you, but a full fucking gallon from the fridge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ll take some Gatorade; I could use the energy,&quot; sighs Dash, the pride in her voice flat and dull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi gives an irked expression at not only this different sounding Rainbow, but her choice of beverage..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gatorade? For loss of energy? Loss of energy from what? All you&quot;ve done is play video games with Applejack, Anon, and Sunset.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Rainbow&quot;s eyes meet, then dart away from each other quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, I&quot;m just in the mood for it I guess,&quot; she says meekly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Phew.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shrugs as she just grabs a bottle from the fridge and places it in front of Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you, mister guest of honor?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile playfully.</span><br />&quot;A nice, tall glass of water such as yourself,&quot; you say with some added finger guns. &quot;Ayyy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight brushes a strand of her hair out of her face with a goofy grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh heh...I&quot;ve heard that at least thirteen times now in Equestria at royal banquets,&quot; she says with a giggle, &quot;and I still don&quot;t know what that means.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It&quot;s a compliment. I&quot;ll have a glass of water though. For real.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods with newfound knowledge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places a glass of water down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next few minutes, Sunset and Applejack are asked for a drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset wanted an average beer, while Applejack wanted to try the cider from Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that&quot;s not important.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is important is when Twilight asks Fluttershy for a drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C&quot;mon Fluttershy, do it! You know you wanna,&quot; teases Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-now girls, I&quot;m not really sure if I--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do it,&quot; says Dash mischievously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But what if I--?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You won&quot;t, Fluttershy; not unless you fail to manage yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re a firm believer in trying new things, and Fluttershy is pretty introverted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Girl needs to spread her nonexistent wings a lil&quot;, ya know?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the whole bar table&quot;s eyes staring at her, she sighs in defeat, knowing her attempts will be futile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-okay...Just a little though! I don&quot;t want to do anything...well&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ll keep an eye on ya,&quot; says Applejack, patting the girl&quot;s shoulders reassuringly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight places a standard bottle of beer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s Rolling Rock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy eyes the emerald bottle nervously, like if she opened it, an evil genie would happen to haunt her for years to come.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite Applejack saying she&quot;d watch how much the girl would drink, you decide to keep an extra eye on her, just for safe keeping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems embarrassed about a &quot;last time&quot; she tried to drink, a story you want to hear.</span><br />&quot;So, Fluttershy, you said you have indeed tried drinking before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face winces as her memories (or lack thereof) crawl up the back of her neck as a cringe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was trying to calm my nerves. I-it worked a bit too well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;I see. If it makes you feel any better, I&quot;ll keep an eye on you too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With all drinks served, Twilight takes a seat with her cider.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So I guess we&quot;re all good, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah,&quot; you say with a sip of water.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good! So, Applejack? What do you think of the, well, other &quot;you&quot;s cider?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well hot damn! This here cider&quot;s fantastic!&quot; she yells happily, her face already turning red by the alcohol.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The farm-girl is already tipsy at one gulp, but at least she&quot;s not hammered...yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, Twilight has some.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She remains unaffected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must be that whole &quot;from Equestria&quot; stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity is fine too, yet grabs the bottle of wine and pours herself another glass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, Anon, how&quot;s life?&quot; asks Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile is cute and charming at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It carries enough weight to show her personality, yet it&quot;s obvious that the hidden charisma of this quaint bookworm could hold the attention of a whole nation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must be why she&quot;s a popular princess at her home.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh a little.</span><br />&quot;My life&quot;s fine. Done a bit of exercise, deliver pizzas...not much.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie tilts her head in confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That&quot;s all? Wow, didn&quot;t you go to any events, travel to Europe, swim at the pool, or play games?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, because I didn&quot;t have much people to do it with.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not even your girlfriend?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face cracks into a ridiculous smile as you try not to burst out laughing.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, but where the hell did you get /that/ idea from?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie does not see the amusement you do, and prods a bit further.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, so you /don&quot;t/ have a girlfriend?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re about to laugh some more and say &quot;of course not&quot;, but then you glance at Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you don&quot;t know if you&quot;re in a relationship or not with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, you both clearly enjoyed it, and you&quot;d definitely do it again, but does this mean you and Rainbow are&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ponder for a short second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seemed interested in your body and trying to get it through dominance, but once you turned the tables on her, things got more real.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But no, you two never agreed on such a thing, and from the approach she made, you rightfully assume that you and her are not in a romantic relationship.</span><br />&quot;No. No, I don&quot;t have a girlfriend, yet. Sure as hell am looking for one though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that statement, the &quot;sure as hell&quot; one?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That&quot;s really true.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then again, for what guy your age isn&quot;t it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight also has trouble believing this.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really? Anon, I may be a young adult pony princess back on my world, but that doesn&quot;t mean my brain changes during the cross to this realm. I can tell a young boy who&quot;s good looking when I see one, and they usually have girlfriends.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, well, I&quot;ve mostly been delivering pizzas this summer, so not much time to chat it up with the ladies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, don&quot;t be so pessimistic, Anon! Look where delivering pizzas has gotten you this evening,&quot; says Rarity, already done with her second glass of wine (wow, that was fast, too).</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it got me fired because Twilight doesn&quot;t want to give me twelve fifty.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, c&quot;mon,&quot; says Sunset, draping an arm around Twi's shoulder, &quot;you know you wanted to come stay with us. And trust me, if Twilight knew you wanted to, then you wanted to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, yeah! T-that&quot;s right!&quot; stutters Twi.</span><br />&quot;Ok, fine...I did. And, uh, it is nice to see you all again after such a boring summer. Wish I&quot;d get a job that&quot;d let me have time to see you guys more.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, ya ever thought about workin&quot; at the farm?&quot; asks Applejack, her words slightly slurring. &quot;I&quot;m askin&quot; ya &quot;cause you got all of what I need: muscle, smarts, and a good &quot;tude to go along with it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit, that&quot;s actually not a bad idea.</span><br />&quot;Um, really? I&quot;d love to, but I&quot;d need a bit more insight on it I think. Like, what would I do, how much would you pay and, well, other things?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack leans against her arm as she rests her elbow on the bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She eyes you up with a sly grin and rosy cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think we can work somethin&quot; out. I mean, ya really have no reason to say no, do ya? Think about it: ya get to keep your muscles growin&quot; stronger, the girls and I are often there doing this and that, you&quot;ll get some help with me and Big Mac&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She taps her chin in thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Could prolly have ya babysittin&quot; Bloom, too now that I think about it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh, why&quot;re we talking about this right here? This is boring!&quot; groans Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to be a bit light on Dash for utterly losing against Sunset earlier, you decide to back her up in a non offensive manner to either of them.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, Rainbow&quot;s right; I&quot;d love to talk about this later though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, we can always find someplace private to talk, eh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the rest of the group.</span><br />&quot;You all don&quot;t mind if I discuss this with her, right gang?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all nonchalantly shrug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Meh, the least I can do is let Applejack sort out a new job for you. Especially because I can&quot;t pay that twelve fifty...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, but, uh, we&quot;re gonna need somewhere private to talk. Ya got such a place, Twi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why so private?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were about to ask the same thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack waves a hand like it&quot;s no big deal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Us Apples wanna hear what a potential helpin&quot; hand says on his own, and havin&quot; others around might change his opinion.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, now that&quot;s reasonable enough.</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m okay with that. Anywhere we can go?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s chews her bottom lip in thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, upstairs, yeah, but do you really wanna go up there with the tornado?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack does not look deterred and just waves her hand dismissively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, sugar, if worse comes to worse, we&quot;ll go to the bathroom. Ya know what they say &quot;bout hangin&quot; onto them pipes, don&quot;tcha?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight makes a puzzled grimace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, alright...don&quot;t take too long though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack winks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We&quot;ll be just fine, sugar.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceed to the stairs.</span><br /><br />--Later<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve arrived up the stairs into the kitchen, and you can see out the window how absolutely insane the weather is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had to help Applejack a little thanks to her tipsiness, but at least she knew your intentions were good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s barely had any of the cider from Twilight&quot;s world, but it must&quot;ve had a strong fucking kick to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost as much as the thunder, lightning, and wind outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying it was a dark and stormy night would basically be calling a tadpole a shark.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This night outside of the house was like a battlefield, pockets of thunder clapping through the sky, illuminating under some of the pitch black clouds with each surge of lightning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted to get away from the windows.</span><br />&quot;So, uh, where&quot;re we going to talk?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Livin&quot; room.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The living room is right next to the kitchen and is quite cozy looking, not to mention large.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two leather couches, a fireplace, a TV, carpet, you get the idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s pretty typical.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a seat on one of the couches, expecting her to sit on the one adjacent to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn&quot;t.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, she seats herself right next to you on the very same piece of furniture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your shoulders are barely even a foot apart from the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Time to start talkin&quot;; what&quot;d ya&quot;ll do when we were gettin&quot; ya clothes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How does she know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, wait, ask her something first.</span><br />&quot;Weren&quot;t we going to talk about me getting a potential job?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack smiles knowingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re cute when ya try and act all innocent and such, ya know that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ignore the comment with a blush.</span><br />&quot;How&quot;d you know...?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a tip of her stetson, her emerald eyes shoot a message to you, the message that says: &quot;You think I&quot;m stupid or something?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp.</span><br />&quot;Okay, yeah, we kinda did. What&quot;s it matter to you anyways?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack chuckles in a rather silly manner with a lazy roll of the eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S&quot;kinda obvious that somethin&quot;...somethin&quot;...uh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It hurts to watch the gears in her head fail to turn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Riled &quot;er. Y-yeah, that's it. Now seein&quot; as how I know Dash&quot;s a bit of a braggart, I'm guessin&quot; she thought she could handle ya if she had enough confidence, and then ya damn blow her mind and switch it up a little. Then, to make it even better, she loses a game. That there is two times her ego failed her, and she's prolly feelin&quot; conflicted since she enjoyed being the big cheese when you all were going at it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tips her hat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That&quot;s what happened, dinnit?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re shocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How the hell did she do that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, she didn't even say &quot;Apple&quot; once and told you how she's deduced the act you and Dash did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare in both terror and awe.</span><br />&quot;Okay...how and why?&quot; you say, guffawed by her accurate-retelling based on her judgement of character alone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs in her blue footy-pajamas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I read people. S&quot;what I do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she starts approaching you on the cushions of the couch, crawling on all fours slowly, playfully, somewhat like an eager cat before toying with its prey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And as for the 'why'&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;THe southern belle chuckles sedulously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's just say I'm itchin' fer some fun.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...You for real? You wanna make out, play with our parts, and the only reason is because Rainbow Dash was blown away? That it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It takes a lot to impress a gal like Rainbow, trust me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places her hat awkwardly atop your head.</span><br />&quot;This is REALY inappropriate, you know.&quot;<br />&quot;Ya got a problem with that cowboy?&quot;<br />&quot;Well, yeah, I mean, no, there was just a little bit more of something when Dash and I&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I'm horny and I'm gettin&quot; perdy impatient. You wanna do this or not?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look into her intense emerald eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re gorgeous, beautiful things...but they're tired--filled with lust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is a significant lack of any other connection within them, just passion, hunger, and primordial desire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But, again, they are beautiful, and you&quot;d an idiot to refuse a chance such as this, becuase eep down you know you want it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding that if no spark were to form on its own between the two of you, one would have to be made.</span><br />&quot;Get that great ass of yours on my lap,&quot; you say, your voice becoming lower.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Attaboy. Now just so we don't get any wrong ideas, no kissin&quot; aloud.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ll live.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Raising her round, enormous butt from the couch, she mounts your lap, smiling coyly as she undoes the robe&quot;s tie from around your waste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart races, each beat like a thunderous landing of hooves from a horse on the race tracks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is in an instant that the blood pumps to your precious length that rides along against your thigh under the confining fabricheld by the fabric of these pajamas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her gigantic bottom feels the girthy bulge on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slowly turns her head at you and flashes a toothy smile -- she is pleased.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This grin of her is held as she pleases you by rubbing your hidden member by gyrating her hips, the crevice between her ass cheeks that the buttflap covers grinding against you like a budding ship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her footy pajamas, for the record, look astronomical on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole thing hugs her tightly in all the right places, outlining her mature and womanly build.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash&quot;s body, you remember, was small and slim, one that seemed to be well-crafted for the purpose of being held and to brush one's hands across sensually to tease her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack, however, was no such woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was meant to be held firmly and treated like a fertile gal with big needs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her muscular, womanly body aspires you to touch and appreciate the years of hard-earned labor, and her footy-pajamas are just teasing you with her incredible shape, wrapping her well-contoured body like a gift under the christmas tree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't slide your hands over her and expect much -- you have to REALLY feel this body with grabbing, tugging, squeezing, holding, gripping...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack undoes your robe, her eyes instantly landing on the throbbing anticipation under the fabric pf your pajama pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks, reddened from the abnormally strong alcohol, raise as her smile reveals her pearly whites.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bites her bottom lip in an eager smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first word shared in what felt like eternity...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was more aimed at your dick rather than you yourself, however, you do at least feel comfortable in the consolation that you have the proper equipment to please women in your foreseeable future.</span><br />&quot;Thanks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again, another word spoken, this one just as short and meaningless as the one aimed towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Applejack places a hand on top of the bulge in your pajamas, she takes the time to appreciate it, marveling its thickness, its length, its shape...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She caresses it like it were a bar of gold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then remember that you can feel her up as well and begin to lay your hands on her breasts, admiring their weight through the fuzzy cloth of the dark blue onesie.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She purrs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's enjoying your hands-on approach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya know, if ya wanna see &quot;em, ya got yourself permission.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well don't mind if I do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You undo the top two buttons on her onesie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls her arms out, her whole top half naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And wow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Talk about natural beauty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve seen some beautiful people in your life, but boy, her body is literally THE most fertile thing on the goddamn planet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your jaw gapes open as your eyes nearly pop out of your skull, witnessing a natural treasure right before you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash looked like a bombshell, but you literally cannot compare her to Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like playing tennis with a basketball, they&quot;re both sports, but entirely different fields with different rules and standards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash was still incredibly sexy, but Applejack was entirely beautiful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare, stare, and stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Guess ya like what ya see,&quot; she says hungrily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hearing her talk about her body in such a purely sexual way feels...wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her eyes once more, and see them in a whole new light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They've seen a lot, yes, but have yet to see themselves -- she has yet to see her own beauty's value to herself.</span><br />&quot;Applejack,&quot; you say in quiet awe, &quot;you&quot;re the most beautiful woman I&quot;ve ever seen.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns cold, all the sudden she's dead-still at your words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, hold it partner, I said--&quot;</span><br />&quot;You said no kissing. Am I kissing you? No. I'm talking to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes her hat off your head and places it on her own, her face unamused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you're not taking this too seriously, are you? We&quot;re just doin&quot; this to have fun, y'know. This ain't nothin&quot; serious.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Or maybe you&quot;re not taking this seriously enough. Aj, you&quot;re beautiful. Let me at least treat you like it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said no.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Why not?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She abruptly grabs your hands and forcefully shoves them onto her tits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holyshitthey&quot;reincredible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands begin playing with them, admiring how their robustness take up most of your palm, the soft, supple feeling they have drives you made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to hold them for--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit, she's getting you off topic!</span><br />&quot;Applejack, please. Even Dash let me treat her well. No one has to know if that's what you&quot;re afraid of.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She groans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least she doesn't pull your hands off her tits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't think you could let go of them right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look Anon, I don't want there to be a thing between us, ya hear? I have other things to think &quot;bout right now other than some boyfriend. I just wanna let loose a lil&quot;, alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Applejack, that doesn't mean you have to prohibit yourself from feeling during this type of stuff. When was the last time you had sex with someone and felt anything other than lust?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Every now and then, there's this...friend of mine,&quot; she explains, &quot;he's been with me for as long as I can--&quot;</span><br />&quot;Other than Big Mac.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I beg yer pardon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and your big fat mouth...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her anger, she does not attempt to remove your hands from her tits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't think she wants you to let go despite the small argument between you two, and you certainly don't plan to let them out of your hold either.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry, I just kinda thought you two were close. ...I'm not judging you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mouth turns into a puzzled frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How&quot;d ya even get to that conclusion?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;You're not the only one who can read people. Remember, I read Dash like a book. It's simple psychology, really; many siblings without parents will sometimes turn to each other and seek affection, and if not, they&quot;ll turn to a motherly figure and often feel romantic feelings. You know, like Big Mac and Cheerilee? You, however, want to be detached -- you want a husband to love in the future, not a boy to worry about. As a result, you turn to your brother or a brotherly figure. You know, like me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring her closer to you, the skin on her breast glowing a vibrant red as her heart begins thumping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...And you&quot;re not judging?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No,&quot; you answer &quot;I'm blackmailing you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She surprisingly keeps her calm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Whaddya want?&quot;</span><br />&quot;To let you enjoy yourself. No boundaries, no emotional barriers, just let yourself feel something other than pure sexual energy. You don't have to be in love to have loving sex, and I'm going to prove it to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips purse as her nose crinkles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Fine. Not like I gotta choice I s&quot;pose.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;You won't regret it. Now c&quot;mere.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring her face closer to you, your foreheads leaning on the other as the tips of your noses brush against each other briefly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your half-lidded eyes complement your inviting smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gaze is a bit much for her and she blushes out of embarrassment for the first time tonight, keeping her eyes in any direction that's not yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I still don't wanna fall in love, okay?&quot; she says, her voice softening.</span><br />&quot;No one&quot;s asking you to. And if you do, so what? You can still farm, you won't be distracted. Its natural.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;Kiss me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She freezes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment, all is quiet as she sits on your lap in her footie-pajamas with her fruitful breast exposed, uncertain of what to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, she looks you in the eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You win.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you bring your mouths together at last.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The spark that you&quot;ve tried so hard to generate turns into a roaring fire, all the while your lips start smacking together, the taste of Apple-cider tinging the tip of her tongue as it coils its way into your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's an experienced kisser, far more than you or Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Keeping up with her is a challenge, but certainly not impossible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unlike before, however, her hands are at a loss, not knowing where to touch, where to feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep your hands on her breasts, the only other part of her bare and exposed from the rest of her sleep-wear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They feel full, heavy, and large; they&quot;re impossible to let go of, even a moment with them not in your hands would make them feel cold and empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue admiring their shape with your hands cupping them as your kisses become more forceful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue is like a python, think, strong, but flexible and tight when it wants to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls back from the kiss, slightly tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh nigga, she's makin&quot; you crazy.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hungry for more of her, you begin to kiss down her neck till you reach her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The skin feels like it's on fire, heat rising off of it as it flares a bright red, her breast rising with the air she pants in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These beauties that you&quot;ve held on to for a good while now are too good to pass up, tempting you to kiss their erected peaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-they&quot;re big enough, right?&quot; she asks, her breath ragged from kissing before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nuzzle your face into them, practically drowning yourself in her breast, bobbing for ripe &quot;apples&quot; in the valley between her large mounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let their softness envelope you for a moment before peeking your head out of her bountiful cleavage.</span><br />&quot;These are literally the greatest, most beautiful tits on Earth. Only select few should witness them. I'm unworthy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes,a friendly grin coming on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure? Rarity&quot;s looks better don't ya&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;No. She can't compare. You should be model with how naturally beautiful you are.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re just flaterin&quot; me; I'm too much of a country gal to do any of that sorta stuff.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then maybe Rarity&quot;s jealous. I know I'd be if I were her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rise from the warm comfort of her extraordinary melons and begin feeling her curves.</span><br />&quot;Look at these curves! I mean, damn, have you seen these hips? These are some real nice fuckin&quot; hips.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah? Go on&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;And your ass?&quot; You say, patting your hands on her large, rounded posterior, &quot;Christ it makes me go fucking crazy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack kisses you again, this one more slow and deliberate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she stops, she smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya wanna go for a ride on it, cowboy?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sweet Jesus, yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she rotates your lap so that her back is facing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her plush and ample ass laying right on your covered erection,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, it has a butt flap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All is right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns her head back to look behind her shoulder, eyes half lidded and inviting.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Saddle up, partner. S&quot;gonna be a bumpy ol&quot; ride.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is it&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You undo the flap as it opens up like a curtain, presenting to you the most athletic but on a woman of Applejack&quot;s caliber.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks so firm, so tight...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breast are exposed and so is her ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time for you to release the hound, so to speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her top undone and shoulders naked, you pepper slow, loving kisses down her elegant neck, all the way to her shoulders, tickling her just the slightest bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, you begin pulling down your pajama pants,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once it's out, your dick stands stiffly, the waistband pulling your cock out as it pops against her ass cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re meaty, yet just as soft to touch.</span><br />&quot;Don't think I'm gonna leave you doing all the pleasure,&quot; you whisper into her ear with a hot breath, snaking your arm down her onesie and to her nether region.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She withholds a gasp at this, wanting seem like she's in control.</span><br />&quot;Let it out,&quot; you whisper calmly, &quot;let yourself go, just feel.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a shaky nod, she obliged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to reach her hair, surprisingly well trimmed, and below awaits her heated sex, oozing with anticipation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start feeling her the outline of her lips, noting how they quiver at the mere presence of your appendages as you search for her clit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shaky moan from the pits of her stomach shivers its way out, her legs trembling at your delicate fingers and their calculating touches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her clitoris is easy to find; harder than diamond, sacred like a pearl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brush a finger across the tiny lump and her hips start rocking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S-shit&quot;&quot; she says, her stomach clenching from the pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your spare hand, you begin feeling up her ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's so large, so round...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cock twitches, desperate to be pleased, yet you continue forth fighting the urge to relieve yourself, all so you can give her something to feel, something that's real.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hug Applejack as her moans flow out freely.</span><br />&quot;You sound amazing.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her pants and gasps are the only &quot;thanks&quot; you need, and encourage you to be brave with your advances.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips moist and her cunt eager, you slide in your middle and ring finger as deeply as you can, curling them inside of her walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kissing her neck sweetly, you take note on how warm she feels inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a first for you, but it feels so right to do this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her insides feel like heaven to your fingers; a fleshy, tight, tunnel of heat and warmth, and gifted with an almost gooey like substance within her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her walls are slick, but clench harshly around your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You imagine how insanely pleasurable it must be inside, how your cock, throbbing with desire, would feel within her moist womanhood as his dick rode through it deeply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For now though, you&quot;ll stick with the foreplay&quot;then you two can go crazy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack wriggles and shifts on your lap, your fingers causing her to go wild.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah! Ah, shit that feels so good! G-go faster!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and only go slower, your fingers more deliberate, taunting her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squirms only more as she turns her head back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;K-kiss me,&quot; she pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do, albeit with both your heads at an awkward angle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite this, it's still very satisfying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She accidentally breathes into your own mouth when she tries to gasp at your fingers&quot; delicacy, yet neither you nor her pay any attention to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you pull back, you can only say one thing.</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re so fucking beautiful...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I&quot;Oh yes! Ah, ah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dwell you fingers even deeper, reaching a spot with somewhat different texture than the rest of her insides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whenever your fingers brush against it, she seems to lose even more of herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The g-spot&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's surprising, honestly; you weren't expecting it to be so easy to reach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that you have, though, you wanna have some fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin thrusting your fingers in and out, sweeping over the g-spot repeatedly in the process.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice begins to raise as her hips start rocking on your lap, desperate to feel more inside of her honeypot to reach that sweet satisfaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god, I think I gonna&quot;.I&quot;m gonna do it!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then do it. It's okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I love ya, Anon&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull her into a kiss, one she screams into as her warm insides start to flex, and spasm uncontrollably, an even warmer liquid coming out of her sweetness as her whole body shakes on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes look not at you, but somewhere fall off, darting around with no sense of any actual insight on what she sees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the muscles in her body flex, release, and convulse like she was having a sort of seizure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This goes on for a minute or two, you kissing her as she wordlessly screams in your mouth, her body thrashing wildly with no control whatsoever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she begins to stop, you smile, and end the kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's smiling dreamily, yet pants like a dying dog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was...I can't believe you made me...That was incredible,&quot; she says, voice trembling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss her cheek.</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re welcome. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not at all, but, uh,I kinda feel like I should return the favor.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really want to be the nice guy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Really, you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But here's the thing: Dash and you were blue balled, and you have a throbbing erection right now, so&quot;</span><br />&quot;What'd you have in mind?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs a hold of your dick in her hands, turning herself around on your lap, face to face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I'm wonderin&quot; if I should, ya know, return the favor and give ya a lil&quot; treat&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ohfuckyes.jpg</span><br />&quot;...A treat you say? I could use a treat.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins, nuzzling her head against yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do the same, cuddling her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you on the neck affectionately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You&quot;re not gonna continue blackmailin&quot; lil&quot; ol&quot; me, are ya?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I dunno, you open to getting me that job?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares at your schlong, then your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A grin forms on her face.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm always open for ya, &quot;specially if ya promise more of this sorta stuff. Face it, ya got yourself a number, a job, and a booty call. Maybe I'll get Mac to convince Cheerilee to do somethin&quot; fun again with us so it ain't just you and him sharin&quot; me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...yet you still want to give me a treat?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya didn&quot;t get to cum, didja? With me or Dash?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So why don't we do somethin&quot; &quot;bout that? Whaddya say?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh fuck, yes please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a Cheshire grin, she gets off the couch, and onto the floor on all fours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ass sticks up, the butt-flap still undone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re perdy good with your fingers, but your friend there has to wait till the first day of work if ya wanna get right in me...so let's compromise instead, ya hear?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm listening&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I want ya to get your cock, and put &quot;im between my ass cheeks. S&quot;called hotdoggin&quot;.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mother fucker, you&quot;re in heaven, aren't you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand from the couch, shirtless and with a massive piece of dick in desperate need of relief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand over Applejack, ready to do this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart thumps fast when you realize this is the most intimate experience you&quot;ve had yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;True, Dash had grinder her pussy against your crotch, but the fabrics of your pajamas both got in the way of them actually touching.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right now, however, you&quot;re dick is about to touch a large, rotund, ass and hot-dog it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the closest you&quot;ve gotten to sex, and it's exciting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a drug, the rush in your system makes you feel alive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait no more, and place your cock in her cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your precum serves as impromptu lubricant, that helps you glide your thick member between her extraordinary glutes, the skin firm and tight, yet soft and smooth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The size of her ass was remarkable.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't just stored fat in her butt cheeks that just so happened to have formed a good shape like that girl named Derpy&quot;s butt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, Applejack&quot;s bottom was muscular, like a damned horse, and shaped through years of farm labor, granting her ass the perfect size, the perfect amount of fat, and the perfect shape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands on her cheeks, your dick in between them, the sensation is magnificent as you pump yourself continuously, moaning in pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mere fact that the flesh of your member is fucking her ass crack is just incredibly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoyin&quot; yerself back there?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Y-yeah...probably a bit too much&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a good ten minutes, pressure builds up within your cock, shaking like it were about to burst.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up the pace, chest hot and breaths short, making sure you damn well enjoy this while it lasts.</span><br />&quot;W-where should I&quot;?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Knowing your limit is nearly reach, Applejack stops you in your tracks, and turns around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My mouth. Do it in my mouth.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slide it in her mouth, the suction lacking, but the wetness of her tongue and cheeks just enough to keep you driving over the edge.</span><br />BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunder strikes loudly, a tree falling down from outside is heard as you and her startle away from each other with a yelp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thud hurriedly bump from the staircase; someone&quot;s coming up to check on you two!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, you&quot;re getting blue balled...AGAIN!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack quickly buttons the top of her onesie up as she closes her butt-flap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull your pajama pants back up and hurriedly put on your robe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the stairs below, Twilight Sparkle emerges, eyes frantic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Get back down! Right now! They&quot;re saying a big tornado&quot;s right here!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, gee, you rather like up--</span><br />BOOOOOOOM! BOOOM BOOM! THRASH!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Yeah, fuck it, you&quot;re going back in the basement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aj follows along with a wincing smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She owes the shit outta you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and return to the basement.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aj follows along with a wincing smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She owes the shit outta you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh, and return to the basement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The everyone is sitting at the bar still, but with their phones chiming with weather alerts, and the TV on the weather channel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh! Finally! Took you guys, like, forever to get back down here!&quot; says Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shakes her head disappointingly at Pinkie Pie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pinkie, watch your manners. You&quot;ve got who knows how much sugar in your system right now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hee Hee...fourth wall jokes,&quot; says Pinkie, laughing at her own joke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a sigh, You and Applejack sit down at the bar once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, did you give him a job on the farm, dear?&quot; ask Rarity, seemingly sober.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya bet! He's gonna do some good ol&quot; farm labor, Apple style. Thinkin&quot; Sundays would work best.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sunday? Yeah, I can do Sunday. I think.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah,but why&quot;re ya askin&quot;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, her body tempting as ever in her nightgown, crosses her legs daintily, and moves her rich, purple hair away from her face, her bright eyes staring at you nicely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't need to think that hard about what she has in mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well the reason I ask is because I have a friend with quite the eye as a photographer, and I'd love to see you be the model in my clothes for my portfolio.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh gee, you bet she has nothing sexual in mind&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, Rainbow Dash and Aj have been pretty straightforward, but we're out of nowhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, was different though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When they all first saw you, they were definitely mirin&quot;, but Rarity started getting all up in your stuff, you know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you didn't like it, you just aren't used to that type of approach from a girl like her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...you know, you don't get it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is she still wearing makeup if she's just going to sleep in it soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only obsessive people from, like, your mom&quot;s era would do that you heard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your glass of water is right where you left it, untouched by any others.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a sip, you eyes Rarity, thinking of her offer.</span><br /><br />&quot;So you want me to basically help you in your photos as a model?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Precisely,&quot; she says, her eyes still wide with that strange niceness that you can't determine if you like it or not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack starts squirming a bit in her seat, clearly a bit jealous.</span><br />&quot;And how much would I be getting paid for these pictures?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity ponders for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't exactly say for certain, but I guarantee a most hefty form of repayment.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to withhold your grin, but just a small curve from the side of your mouth surfaces.</span><br />&quot;Here's my number.&quot;<br /><br />--Meanwhile&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Buttercry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swears to drunk you&quot;re not God, and you drink responsibling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on this cozy bar table, humming some sort of song you know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone else is just like, &quot;blah blah blah, I want Anon&quot;s body cuz he's hot&quot; and stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmph.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could totally get some of that&quot;if you, uh, wanted to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah-- just don't wanna right now, &quot;specially cause he's doing stuff, and, you know, interrupting is kinda rude and when you do that you&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's going on?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah, your here at the bar table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feels like it's moving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re sober.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Honest.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly raise your head up, trying to look normal as possible not to rouse suspicion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re fine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just a tad bit tipsy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re eyes focus on Anon, talking to Rarity about something&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should talk to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's a good, good friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you know what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's incredible--best person on the world&quot;all he three of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to get up from your stool, the ground provide little sense of balance for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Arms stretched out, you try walking toward him, a goofy smile plastered on your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You practically throw yourself on his shoulder, making him jump a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're gonna let him know how good a guy he is.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is she doing on your shoulder?</span><br />&quot;Fluttershy, what the hell are you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to stand up, but leans on you for support, trying her not to sway in place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face holds a smile, one that's odd and silly looking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breath smells of beer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon! You&quot;re&quot;.you&quot;re the best, greatest...greatest person here...I-I'm serioush right now, really&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;...You&quot;re drunk, aren't you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shhhhh&quot;.I mights...m-might be jus&quot; a teensy bitty tipsy...Buh thaz not the point! Y-you're just so chill, a-and&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place a finger on her lips, silencing her.</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re drunk.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to blow several raspberries, despite the fact your finger is in the way of her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, I'm not even sure if she's this much of a lightweight in my world.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, well, you got more of, like,man tolerance to it since you&quot;re older than us in Equestrian,&quot; says Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She&quot;ll grow into it,&quot; says Applejack, continuing her own cider, &quot;just like I did, I tell ya.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-whazza talking about? I jus&quot; had a lil&quot; bit&quot;&quot; slurs Fluttershy, still draping herself across your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Its starting to hurt, actually.</span><br /><br />&quot;So, should we put her in bed or something? She's kinda hurting my arm.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's the best thing to do,&quot; answers Twilight, &quot;tell her we said good night.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, and stand up from the stool, grabbing a hold of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? Where are we gonna go?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nowhere, just going to tuck you in so you can go to sleep&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you mean the bed?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep,this one right here. Lemme put you on it, kay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bed is about twenty feet from the girls, the couch perpendicular to it, and the television in front of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a good size, the comforter is pretty cozy looking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice bed, all in all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place her down on it softly, her mouth making these strange noises as she moves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re about to tuck her in, but&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-wait...I-I haven't talked...you much&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really can't say no to that face, can you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a sigh, you sit on the bed with her tucked in.</span><br />&quot;Alright, whatcha wanna talk about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you,&quot; she slurs.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Once again, you can't say no.</span><br />&quot;Well, okay. Guess I can do that. I'm guessing you want to know what I've been up to, or&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;D-do you know whatta penis lookz like?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is getting a bit ridiculous.</span><br />&quot;Uh, that's not something I feel comfortable talking ab&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;ve sawn one?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, I mean,I have one, so I--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't has the real thing, I-I jus&quot; keep a bunsha them round the cottage&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;wat.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sometimes, when iz really scaredy outside, and I dun wanna talk to people, I-I...I use dem.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Okaaaay, time for you to go to&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No!&quot; cries Fluttershy, &quot;W-wait, jus stay fora a bit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those teal eyes plead for your presence with a weak, dependent stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is serious despite the complete intoxication, and the heart can be heard leaking into each slurred word.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her yellow arms grab your own with a weak, but desperate grip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, Anonomiss&quot;You&quot;re thuh only one I can talk to dis about&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ignoring the terrible mispronunciation and pitiful grammar, you let Fluttershy&quot;s pitiful, yet persuasive, timidity get the best of you.</span><br />&quot;...Okay, I'm listening. Why do you wanna talk to me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see a thankful smile, and feel somewhat better as a person.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy pulls you closer by gently tugging your arm, then leans her head closer to yours, the breath from her mouth blowing against your ear causes a shudder as she prepares a whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-how does a boy g-get me to talk to dem&quot;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't know how to react, opting to pull back a bit with a sigh.</span><br />&quot;Fluttershy, I'm not really the best guy to talk to about this. Maybe ask Rarity, or&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wanna hear it from a boy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is gonna be difficult.</span><br />&quot;...You sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell, it's not like she's going to remember all this anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make yourself comfy on the bed with her, and hunk of where to begin.</span><br />&quot;I guess you could say you have to be nice, you know? Not too nice to the point where people will feel that they can't do much with you, but approachable. Basically, don't try to be the &quot;nice guy&quot; girls like talking about. Nice guys finish last, and no one ever dates him.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Buh your a nice guy&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;And I don't have a girlfriend, remember?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...yeah&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses for a second, a Thoth processing in her slowed mind,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ll do one&quot;&quot; she slurs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be a-a girl fren.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Oh no, no, no, no! I&quot;m just an example here, okay? I-I don't&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I don&quot; care what you are, I-I'll always lub you&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is not what you were expecting.</span><br /><br />&quot;No, I mean I don't want a girlfriend right now, because I&quot;m kinda in to someone else, get it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you can come into me&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I've met desperate and sexually-repressed people, but not even they were this hands on,&quot; you say tiredly. &quot;Now why do you even want to have a boyfriend?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy tilts her head lazily, her face confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I don't though&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, this is like teach a lion not to maul a fucking zebra...</span><br />&quot;Then what do you want, Fluttershy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks around suspiciously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wanna have some fun,&quot; she says quietly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't believe this.</span><br />&quot;With me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh huh&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;I think someone's bout ready for bed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-no, please...Anon, I kinda&quot;I-I like you&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;You don't, you&quot;re only saying that because you&quot;re hammered like a nail.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice becomes more frantic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! I-I drank because I wanted to be brave enuff for you! I shswear!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your jaw drops.</span><br />&quot;Are you really that low? That you have to poison yourself just so you can get my attention?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did it work?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit it kinda did...</span><br />&quot;Uh, no. N-no it didn't. You shouldn't be doing this type of thing. It's unhealthy. If you wanted to talk to me, then don't be lazy&quot;talk to me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....B-but&quot;.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, she's crying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit</span><br />&quot;W-wait, don't cry, don't cry, just, uh, tell me what you want&quot;.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't say a damn thing, she just pulls you in for a kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's by no means awful, but it's by far the sloppiest kiss you&quot;ve had yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No aim, no direction&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the passion is definitely there, and the softness of her flesh is addictive&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re mind goes blank, all thoughts stopping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to be quiet, hoping your friends at the bar behind you two won't hear a thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy pushes you off of her, panting with a dreamy smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Th-that's amazing...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Y-you said you wanted this, right? That's why you got yourself wasted?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhm&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thoughts are like lightning, ideas popping into your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...One sticks out from them all.</span><br />&quot;...Okay, I&quot;ll &quot;play&quot; with you on one condition,&quot; you say sternly, &quot;if you ever need me for this sort of stuff again&quot;or any guy for that matter&quot;just tell them. Don't do this to yourself. If you promise me to do that, we can do this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles a goofy smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yay.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus Christ, you&quot;re gonna smash some drunken QT ass tonight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slide yourself into the covers of the bed with her, the blankets already warm from her natural heat, and the fabric made of something soft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Climbing on top of her, you see her shy, drunken grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thang you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls off her top from beneath you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart beats like Drake (haha) as you stare at her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breast are nothing astounding, and you ponder how large they are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just the slightest bit larger than Dash&quot;s, but nowhere near Applejack&quot;s generous size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, she could be completely flat and you wouldn&quot;t care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fairness in her skin is truly astounding, soft and smooth, not but a single flaw on any part of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s clean, no rough edges on her at all, and happily wishes for you to do the things you&quot;ve wanted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ready your hands to begin their adventure across her delicate features, staring at her cute, mousy features.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind flashes with images of her frail, elegant body writhing in your arms as you hold her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But in your mind, she&quot;s sober.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here&quot;s, she&quot;s not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to merely pull her close to you, her shirtless form snuggling into your broad body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Should she remember, you can tell her the exact details.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what it&quot;s like having to be someone you&quot;re not to fit in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was just unfortunate enough to fall victim to weakness, utilizing the demon in a bottle as a hopeless attempt for someone who seeks love, only to find the meaning in what they&quot;ve searched for to be lost the next morning, replaced by regret, a headache, and disgust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t give into her laziness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With just a cuddle, you motivate her to approach you for tomorrow.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sex would just be feeding that desire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss her forehead.</span><br />&quot;...This is the best you&quot;re getting for tonight,&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;No response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just a peaceful snore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up from the bed and return to the bar.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is she going to be alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, she&quot;ll be fine,&quot; you answer Twilight, &quot;just a bit of a hangover though. A big hangover.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle shrugs with an exhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, my Fluttershy usually does as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Speaking of that, what&quot;s your version of us even like? I bet I&quot;m super fun to party with, aren&quot;t I?&quot; asks Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This line of thought brings forth curiosity for some of you all, Sunset in particular.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, I actually never really got to know Equestria&quot;s versions of your friends either. I only met them when I...well&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight blushes at Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-it&quot;s alright. All in the past Sunny, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah,&quot; she says humbly, eyes quickly darting to you and back, &quot;right.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You actually you don&quot;t really know what to think of Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you attended Canterlot High, she was pretty cruel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ruthless, many would say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, c&quot;mon, she not only would go and humiliate you through rumors that were as unkillable as Wolverine from the friggin&quot; X-men, but she literally almost took over the world as a friggin&quot; she-demon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, it was literally the apocalypse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sky turned red, the dead started to rise (well, not really, but how else are you going to explain the massive polka resurgence?), and she brainwashed high school students into zombies, and turned several kids into hell spawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, and this was only a few months ago, so you still have some hard feelings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do acknowledge she practically saved the school from the Dazzling girls even fewer months ago, but it&quot;s her fault that they came to CHS in the first place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do you flat out hate her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Psh, of course not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do you forgive her, though?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve never flat-out stated your feelings towards her before, but she clearly seems to know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whenever you are with her alone, a type of awkward distance is constantly being kept between the two of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do appreciate that she seems to respect your wishes to be away from each other, though, so that&quot;s good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, the majority of people have forgiven Sunset for her crimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s mainly you who actually who actually feels this way anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By far, the most forgiving of these people are her friends, including the ever-understanding Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two keep in close contact through some book or whatever that basically serves as a form of texting, but the conversations are unknown to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You guess it&quot;s just girl stuff between close friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, yeah, your mind always likes to think something more is going on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, you read too deep into things, so you just follow the assumption that maybe one likes the other, and that they are particularly close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of Twilight, a refilled glass of water placed on the bar in front of you ceases your train of thought to an abrupt halt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? You alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crap, zoned out.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah, yeah, just thinking is all. Thanks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceed to drink your water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyways, as I was saying...Equestria&quot;s version of you guys are quite similar, but, well, my age. My Pinkie Pie is pretty much the same, but the scale of how sporadic her antics are is insane. I tried to do a scientific study on her once. It cost me several visits to the hospital...in one day.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and her friends look on with wide eyes.</span><br />&quot;Sheesh, how&quot;d that happen?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If I had an answer, then I&quot;d have figured out Pinkie, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dang.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, how about me, dear? Am I a successful fashionista yet?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods, a happy grin on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ever since you, me, and the rest of our friends met to save Equestria from eternal night, business boomed for you. And when I became a princess? You hit many business opportunities. You run one in our hometown, another in Canterlot (which I guess would be like your version of Paris), and Manehattan. You&quot;re pretty much the same, just an adult with high friends in high places.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity nodded, pleased, but not yet satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see, I see. Have I found my knight in shining armor yet? Have I met the man who can truly sweep me off my feet, and make me his dear princess as live in a happily ever after? Oh how wondrous it must be! Say it is so, dear!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight forms a crooked smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, well, you learned that not all love stories mean happily ever after&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why whatever do you mean?&quot; says Rarity, a smidge of worry in her voice. &quot;If I find my perfect love, then surely we&quot;d be destined for one another, and live a wealthy life through our business ventures!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight clears her, tugging on her pajama shirt&quot;s collar nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, um, it gets a bit more complicated than that, you see. Um, for example, maybe you&quot;ll meet someone who&quot;s really, really handsome as well as really, really rich, but find out he&quot;s actually not at all what you thought he was? Or what if you begin to get jealous because someone who you admire seems to have affection aimed at somebody else--a certain somebody who does not know how to react to them? There are things like that you have to take into account when it comes to love and friendship.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity&quot;s interest peaks even more, now a tad suspicious about this alternate version of herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you insinuating that these things happened to /your/ version of Rarity?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle nods mildly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, yes, they did, but she&quot;s become quite more mature from it. She used to be afraid of getting dirty by playing with Sweetie Belle, but now learned a lesson from that. All my friends back home have learned lessons.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you see what she&quot;s saying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight may have the body of a high school girl at your age, but her mind belongs to that of a wise and influential princess in her early years of adulthood, and saved the day in her world a multitude of times with her friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perhaps all the girls in this room are more mature back in the strange world of &quot;Equestria&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s strange to think about these friends of yours saving the world every weekend, solving problems and international affairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To you, they were just simple friends, girls you knew and talked with at school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to ask for more out of curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, um, what&quot;s Applejack like? She pretty neat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Me?&quot; asks Applejack, her brow raised in a curious manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight giggles a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She&quot;s even more stubborn than you. Funny, because being teenagers, I thought it&quot;d be the other way around.&quot;</span><br />&quot;An Applejack more stubborn than Applejack,&quot; you muse to yourself. &quot;I&quot;m sorry, but I don&quot;t believe you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight takes a drink with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One time, when our world&quot;s Big Mac got injured when both he and her had to get every apple from the orchard, and let me tell ya, it&quot;s a BIG orchard. Like, miles long.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs a little, then continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AJ was told that she shouldn't do it all by herself, but by the sun, she decided she would. For days she kept herself awake. She also had to help Pinkie make muffins and almost poisoned the town of Ponyville, nearly injured Rainbow Dash in a failed stunt, began losing her hearing, her sight was getting bad...but she not only kept on working at the orchard, but insisted she do it alone.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well? Did she...?&quot; asks the current Applejack, perplexed by this story.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shrugged, her face wavering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Somewhat. Each day, I tried to convince her to let us help. On the last day, when she was supposed to be finished, she saw every apple tree barren of any fruit in need of harvest...or she thought she did. I came by, and showed her the other half of the orchard had yet to be done.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sighs sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She was devastated. She thought she was a failure, not worthy of being an Apple nor a friend for all the harm she&quot;s done and the huge mass of apples left to be picked. I stood atop on the hill with her, patting her back reassuringly as she continued to hold back her tears. She was too stubborn to even cry, despite how distraught she truly was. Apparently she &quot;only cries on the inside&quot; as I found out later, but that&quot;s not the point. The point is that she new she needed help, but said she didn&quot;t deserve any now, saying she should just go alone.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Which is actually what got her into that mess, right?&quot; you chime in.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Precisely. I told her that there is no shame in having a little help, and after a friendly reminder that she always has friends, she can always call for us. And she did. We harvested all the apples with Applejack and made sure no tree had a single apple left in merely half a day.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone turns to this world&quot;s Applejack, currently sitting with her cheeks on fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She clears her throat rather awkwardly and gulps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;d...I&quot;d never do that! That&quot;s jus&quot;...that&quot;s jus&quot; ridiculous! Y-yeah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes everything and more for the room not to burst into laughter.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight wisely chooses to segway at this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, Dash is pretty stubborn too in Equestria. I can&quot;t say if she&quot;s more or less, but she&quot;s definitely, undoubtedly stubborn.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;m not stubborn!&quot; Dash cries, &quot;I-I&quot;m just &quot;overly determined&quot; is all&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Twilight, a smirk on your face.</span><br />&quot;Tell us.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rainbow has a pet tortoise named Tank?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Snickers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Snickers everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash blushes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wha--? A turtle? But a falcon would be so much cooler!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Tortoise. She said tortoise, Dash. And hey, turtles and tortoises are awesome. Just watch Gamera.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash pouts, knowing fully well that a pet Gamera will only be seen in &quot;Gamera:The Brave!&quot;, aka, &quot;The Only Monster Film that Fluttershy will Watch!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, but Gamera can, like, fly and breathe fire and stuff. Tur--I mean, tortoises don&quot;t fly! ...Wait, do they fly in Equestria?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shakes her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, not naturally, but Tank can. We gave him a little propeller to fly with. He&quot;s a good pet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow continues to grumble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;At least tell me she&quot;s super cool and is awesome at sports...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Or that she&quot;s just as salty when she hears something embarrassing about her,&quot; you say, following it with a good chuckle.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods with a smile, a small laugh coming from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, she is...but she&quot;s possibly the fastest flier in all of Equestria. She&quot;s the only pegasus able to make a sonic-rainboom: a feat where she dives down at incredible speeds, then bursts a bright shockwave of rainbows due to shaking the molecules of water in the air so much, that light reflects it in such a way. It&quot;s honestly quite the spectacle.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So I&quot;m the fastest thing alive there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can already tell where this is going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. You are the fasting living creature that we--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Awesome! That is SO rad! Man, I bet I even have my own fanclub, celebrities asking for my autograph...I bet I&quot;m so cool!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fanclub? Dash, c&quot;mon, that&quot;s a bit silly, don&quot;t you think?&quot; asks Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug, agreeing with her.</span><br />&quot;Ditto.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well, aaaaactually&quot;&quot; says Twilight in a pained look, wincing as she uncomfortably shrugs.</span><br />&quot;...NO.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s stomach churns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don&quot;t want to live in this world anymore.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well it&quot;s technically in your world, Sunset.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns and looks at you with an exaggerated look of disgust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then I just don&quot;t wanna live.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And for the first time ever, she said something that makes you laugh alongside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack chuckles heartily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hoo-wee! Boy, that sure does sound awfully funny; Dash havin&quot; her own fanclub&quot;Ya&quot;ll, Twilight&quot;s clearly jus&quot; kiddin&quot; with us, ain&quot;t that right? Right Twi? R-right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight purses her lips shut tightly, her head staring down at the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The color in Applejack&quot;s face goes from a healthy tan orange to a sickly pale white.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...Oh lordy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For once, I strongly agree with you, Applejack,&quot; said Rarity, a grimace on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash scoffs, a cocky grin on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Psh, it&quot;s nothin&quot; personnel, kids. It&quot;s just that I&quot;m faster than anybody.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did you say!? I&quot;ll have you know that I graduated top of my class in the Navy se--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pinkie, Dash,&quot; says Sunset sternly, &quot;we agreed on no memes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow pouts, but Pinkie sticks her tongue out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Then there&quot;s silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A nice, welcomed, silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just being near each other, most of the lights out, everyone&quot;s warm in their pajamas...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of you take what seems to be a collective sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even Pinkie for a change, is a tad less hyper than she ought to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smiles lightly, no tension in her voice whatsoever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is an interesting night, isn&quot;t it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack lightly chuckles in agreement, sleepiness overcoming her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eyup.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She yawns, getting up from her stool, taking off her hat and stretching.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;m gonna go and hit the hay, &quot;kay? G&quot;night, ya&quot;ll. See ya on Sunday, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You never discussed my pay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks over to the couch adjacent to the bed, smugly laughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh don&quot;t ya worry. You&quot;ll be gettin&quot; paid alright&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie Pie squints suspiciously at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh oh&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anoooon&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Are you having an affair with Granny Smith?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, Rarity, and Rainbow facepalm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset just sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, this actually reminds you of something funny.</span><br />&quot;No, but I once delivered Pizza to her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity rears her head back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did? When?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Psh, I dunno. S&quot;like my first delivery or whatever. Wanna hear what happened?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is it funny?&quot; asks Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;Sorta. When I told it to my grandpa he laughed. Long version or short version?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Ya know, I might be on the couch, but that don&quot;t mean I can&quot;t hear ya&quot;ll.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oops.</span><br />&quot;Um, maybe I&quot;ll tell you guys a different story. This one I /know/ you&quot;ll laugh at. This is how I almost became a pizza-stripper.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie snorts and giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A what!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin.</span><br />&quot;You heard me, Pinkie, a pizza-stripper.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity and Dash look quite entertained, but Twilight and Sunset look a little iffy.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you&quot;ve never stripped for real, have you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Shh&quot;.Let the story teller tell the story, Twilight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know it was rude to interrupt her like that, but you can&quot;t help it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whenever you remember something funny and become that spotlight, you nearly take on a whole different persona.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice becomes sly, slick, and teasing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost everything about you changes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve been told you should stand-up because of this...but you&quot;d rather remain seated in your stool (Ba dum tsst!).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re pretty much that cocky bastard that knows what to say when you tell these stories, and now is no exception.</span><br />&quot;You guys ready? I&quot;m ready.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three are enthused, purple smart and Shim Sham are not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meh, they will be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat, and sit up straight on the stool, chest puffed out.</span><br />&quot;Okay, so....&quot;<br /><br /><br />---later<br /><br />&quot;...and I&quot;m still shirtless because my uniform caught on fire from the accident I was in! Then Joe says I can&quot;t come back till I deliver the pizzas...even though I was just hit by a speeding sudan.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, don&quot;t tell us you ran on foot after fighting for your life in the ghetto,&quot; says Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girls look at your face for an answer.</span><br />&quot;...Well, I was bruised, but yes. I decided to run on foot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A chorus of &quot;absolute madman&quot;, &quot;no way&quot;, and the occasional &quot;holy shit&quot; lets you know they&quot;re blown away by your past actions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But weren&quot;t you sore after trying to reclaim your bike from that big gang dude you got in trouble with?&quot; asks Pinkie, her voice sounding completely thrilled with your story.</span><br /><br />&quot;Yep. But anyways, I ran on foot after the accident despite having been caught in the middle of a gang fight. After running for I don&quot;t know how long, I&quot;m finally knocking on this person&quot;s door. I just know I&quot;m late, but I don&quot;t give a shit. I literally had to fight in the ghetto and get in an accident so these people could eat pizza.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just recollecting this shit tires you.</span><br />&quot;And the door then opens, and I&quot;m expecting the customer to be pissed that I&quot;m late, right? Well, when I see the person who answers it, it&quot;s like a friggin&quot; shotgun just went &quot;bam!&quot; in my own friggin&quot; head...In a good way. Turns out that this really, really hot woman answers the door, and she&quot;s, like, a ten out of ten. She&quot;s not upset at all, a small smile resting on her face. I remember thinking she looked like a work of art.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So she was nearly as stunning as I was?&quot; Rarity asks flirtatiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pretend to ponder deeply, the high rush from telling the story giving you courage.</span><br />&quot;Hm, now, you see, that&quot;s a good question for an artist, because I don&quot;t work with masterpieces, honey.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, I&quot;m sure you&quot;re a fantastic artist, Anon. I bet you&quot;re incredible at painting, aren&quot;t you? You look like you know exactly how to stroke a brush...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m pretty sure I&quot;d be a better sculptor. I&quot;ve always been a pretty hands-on type of guy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re not even hiding your flirtatious nature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is you when you tell a story, an impulsive funny man with a silver tongue.</span><br />&quot;Oh...I&quot;m pretty sure you&quot;ll have to teach me sometime. Now please, at the very least, tell us what this woman looked like.&quot; says Rarity.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try your best to recollect the color she was as specifically as you can, knowing how much Rarity likes to nitpick.</span><br /><br />&quot;Uh, I&quot;d say her skin is about the color of cape honey. A lovely, comforting color. I remember her hair was browner though, but not necessarily dark. About whiskey-sour. Those are the right names for the colors, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Indeed it is! Good job, Anonymous. I&quot;m quite impressed by how well you know them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, Rainbow grows tired of the flirtatious banter between you and Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who cares? On with the story!&quot; urges Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re not sure if it&quot;s because of jealousy or mere impatience, but you prefer to think it&quot;s a little of both that drove her to that.</span><br />&quot;Oh. Feisty. Mrreorrr...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You giggle as Dash blushes, the girls snickering alongside you.</span><br />&quot;Alright, so yeah, she&quot;s standing at the door, leaning on it with her&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Rarity and wink.</span><br />&quot;...Pelorous...eyes staring at me. She has, like, long, beautiful hair, and keeps a good portion of it as a ponytail on the side of her neck on her shoulder.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie Pie raises her hand like a little kid.</span><br />&quot;Yes Pinkie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What was she wearing? Something nice? You said you delivered the pizza at 9:30 p.m., so was she in her pajamas, was she in a robe, or a super-cool bunny suit?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nah, she dressed pretty well actually. She had nothing on but an apron and&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...A bunny suit?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nope. She wore nothing but the apron, Pinkie. She was stark naked.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their jaws all drop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re kidding,&quot; says Sunset in disbelief.</span><br />&quot;&quot;Fraid not. She was in her apron, nothing else.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did she take the pizza?&quot; asks Dash.</span><br />&quot;Well, yes. She was actually quite nice to me over the whole thing. She apologized saying something like, &quot;I&quot;m so sorry sweetheart, but I&quot;m afraid I&quot;m not paying for that. It&quot;s nothing personal, though!&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><br />&quot;Then, I said I&quot;d do anything for a small tip. She then looked around behind her, kind of like she was making sure the coast was clear in her house. The look in her eyes she gave me was really playful; young eyes on a mature body I guess you could say. So naturally, this beautiful woman is asking me to come in her house, and I do. I go to her living room, sit on the couch with her, and see that she&quot;s a mom. I could tell by the video game discs lying by the Gamestation, old family photos hung on the walls...Looked quite nice. So anyways, in the living room, sitting with a naked woman in nothing but an apron, my shirt has been burnt thus I&quot;m shirtless. I asked her what she wanted me to do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause, letting tension build for your audience&quot;</span><br />&quot;...She told me to dance for her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your friends practically die at this, sitting in awe.</span><br />&quot;...and you know what? She said her husband is dead, she&quot;s been lonely, and she just wants a little something to entertain her needs for a brief period.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Did you?&quot; asks a fearful sounding Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You answer truthfully.</span><br />&quot;...No. I couldn&quot;t bring myself to do it. I merely sat with her and talked instead. She&quot;s not the type of woman to do those things, just a lonely person with needs. Besides, I&quot;m not legal. She understood, said she was just being silly and felt ridiculous for doing this. She offered me to share the pizza with her, just so she could at the very least talk to someone. It was a nice night. I&quot;ve been thinking about babysitting for her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s fearful look of you doing something stupid immediately faded when hearing this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She instead gave you an approving nod, her face proud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pacing her hand on your shoulder, she smiles.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know Anon, I think you&quot;re one of the few people who would&quot;ve actually done that. Most would take advantage of the situation or flat-out leave. But not you. You talked with her, reassured her...you went from an odd sexual encounter between strangers having a bad day, and made it a moment where two friends unite. I&quot;m proud of you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart flutters at her words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s weird hearing an authoritative figure speak in a high school girl&quot;s body, but her words clearly prove her adulthood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go from being the cocky storyteller to an immediately shy and timid boy.</span><br />&quot;...Heh. Thanks. But, um, yeah. That&quot;s the story.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room claps quietly...except Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She thought the ending would be more fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone else seemed to like it.</span><br />&quot;...So, uh, what now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie Pie immediately beams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Oh! Uh, truth or dare! We should totally play truth or dare!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several of the girls furrow their brows in uncertainty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, I'm not sure, Pinkie. You really think that's a good idea?&quot; asks Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity flails her hand in dismissal, nonchalantly ignoring such worries.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, Sunset, please! It's just a mere game. It's not like anyone's going to get hurt or anything.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide not to tell them about how your grandma nearly died when you were dared to put nothing but sugar in her pill capsules.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, on the other hand, blinks in innocent naivety.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's truth or dare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all stare at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s kidding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's gotta be kidding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Guys? Why&quot;re you all staring at me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh god, she's not kidding,&quot; you say in awe.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, Twilight, this is, um, kind of embarrassing for you. I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but Truth or Dare isn't just a human thing either, so&quot;yeah.&quot; says Sunset, disturbed and fascinated all at once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash grins, a sardonic smile smeared across her cyan face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you all say that I'm the clueless one.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smiles nervously, her cheeks cherry red.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or parties in general! Haven't you ever had a sleepover?&quot; asks Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight twiddled her fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, uh, not as much as you all...the second one I ever had was when I stayed at your house when we tried to fight the Dazzlings.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I still feel like Maud will suddenly come out of nowhere sometimes at night,&quot; murmurs Sunset, shuddering her shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash places her hands down on the bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's it! We're playing Truth or Dare.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh boy,&quot; sighs Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight retains an optimistic smile, eager for a new experience.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, alright! Uh, how do you play?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, ya see&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cut Dash off before she fucks this up.</span><br />&quot;It's pretty straight forward,Twi. Basically, you&quot;re asked by some to do a truth or a dare. If you choose to do truth, you have to answer honestly, no lies, and explain the details. If you do a dare, you have to do a dare&quot;no excuses.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That sounds easy enough&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aaaand she just jinxed it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, if we&quot;re playing, I&quot;ll take the liberty upon myself to start this game off,&quot; says Rarity in a collected tone. &quot;Alright, Pinkie...truth or&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dare! I wanna dare!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ignoring Pinkie&quot;s rudeness, Rarity keeps cool with a smile more devious than a serpent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pinkie, I dare you to&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses for dramatic effect, loving that she has all eyes on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...To steal five dollars from Fluttershy's bag, and give them to me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Raising her hand for all to see, Pinkie holds a five dollar bill, Fluttershy&quot;s purse somehow in her lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok! My turn!&quot; She announces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you and your friends, deciding who should be her next victim.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With careful thought, she thinks over this much more than any normal person should, undoubtedly having a plan for each and every one of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, her finger points to her unfortunate prey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset! Truth or dare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset Shimmer bites her bottom lip, making sure to not be brash in her decision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ultimately, her choice is seen is a bit cowardly, but hey, better safe than sorry, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How about truth?&quot; she asks timidly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie&quot;s face turns into a cheshire&quot;s grin, her eyes gleaming with a bit of mischief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is then known that Sunset never even had a chance, both truth or dare being just as dangerous as the other, no safe space to recluse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole silently pays their respects to Sunset, the fallen comrade, as they merely wait for the revealing question to be asked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tension builds up like snow and sleet on a road in a snow storm, becoming difficult not only to see, but fearing that you could crash your car at any second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie rubs her hand plotting, her eyes smuggler than even Rainbow Dash&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset, it it true that you&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dare! I wanna do a dare!&quot; she begs urgently, cutting Pinkie off before she is made to answer anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie thankfully silences, but her smile, remains strong and prominent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dare it is&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset sighs and hangs her head low in defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What is it?&quot; she asks Pinkie, knowing now that she truly lost when she was chosen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dare you&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tension follows her dramatic pause, the silence more impactful than Rarity&quot;s forced attempt to create suspense could ever be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every braces themselves, fearing what this sadistic party-girl has in her sick mind in store for Sunset Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...to make horse noises.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The drama collapses like a house made of cards, an anticlimactic reveal all removed like air deflating out of a balloon.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Really? That's all?&quot; asks an unimpressed Rainbow Dash.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, kinda boring, don't you think?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a point of Pinkie&quot;s finger, she shows you something very strange.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight and Sunset, still blushing, still nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Aren't you guys already technically horse? Shouldn't that be easy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight swallows something in her throat with a cowardly gulp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We, uh, have special conditions for making those noises though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity leans inwardly, curious of such things.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Conditions? How so?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-neigh&quot;&quot; goes Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s cheeks become ablaze with the flaring color of scarlet across her steaming-hot face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Neigh&quot;&quot; repeats Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They both look beyond embarrassed, beyond humiliated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Neigh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset, do better,&quot; orders an entertained Pinkie,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie stares at Sunset&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs in defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her chest rises as she inhales a big breath, holds it&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Fby-7z_JpE&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, how the holy fuck did she do that!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the others immediately look over to Twilight, who hyperventilates in her seat, fanning herself off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fuck is going on?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is fucking crazy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just then, Twilight starts snorting&quot;yes, snorting&quot;like a horse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sways her head around rapidly, her hair flailing in the air like the mane of a riled up mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face shows something; a mix of nervousness, perhaps a tinge of excitement?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, Twilight lets out a loud cry,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCkSJhCD6SA&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset herself snorts similarly to her fellow Equestrian, but this time as a reaction, a conversation no one can pick up on but the two of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhxQQQfDv10&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A nervous whinny, Twilight Sparkle is embarrassed about something...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vgb1tL76Ins&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Sunset...well, you'd say she acknowledges Twilight&quot;s behavior, yet she only lets out a confused nicker and several more neighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before another horse-like whinny can occur, you shout, disrupting this unfolding oddity.</span><br />&quot;Whoa, whoa,why don't we stop for just a second, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls&quot; both were about to let loose noisy cries, but stop at your statement, finally regaining some sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In awkward silence, they both look at each, realizing the display they must've caused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without a moment&quot;s time, they dart clamp their mouths shut with their hands, cheeks turning rosy-red at not only the scene they&quot;ve made, but at each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They make sure to avoid eye-contact, preferring to stare at the ground below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One question comes to mind,</span><br />&quot;Okay, what the fuck is going on?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I don't know&quot;&quot; says a terrified Rarity, appalled by the ghastly sight of two young girls acting in such an uncouth, primitive manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The slack-jawed expressions on your faces stand to contrast Dash&quot;s wide-eyed yet curious look of interest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;That was kinda hot,&quot; says Rainbow Dash, thinking out loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Rarity both shoot an even more confused and baffled look at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Realizing her flip of the mouth, Dash attempts to recover her pride, making sure her image is not tainted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Uh, is what I WOULD have said, if I, um, just suddenly realized I liked this type of stuff. Which I don't. At all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her judgmentally, but only because you don't want it to be known that you actually agree with her.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;True, there indeed was an undeniable tension caused by the intense scene, a certain energy that got everyone&quot;s heart racing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie Pie, who hasn't even flinched, claps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good job! Now you go, Sunny!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, whoa, you mean we&quot;re not gonna address the horse in the room on what the fuck just happened?&quot; you ask with a raised brow.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset shakes her head in reluctance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-No, let's just continue,&quot; she says, her voice more&quot;and pardon the pun&quot;hoarse than it was moments ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks around the room, choosing her target carefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was not as terrifying as Pinkie&quot;s moment to choose, but that did not hide the fact that Pinkie set the bar, and now everyone was going to try and reach it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, Sunset chooses, her finger laying on the lovely Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You. Truth or dare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, a girl who sees confidence as a crucial part of beauty, cushions her hair a bit, trying to keep it in its well-maintained shape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Truth, please. My life is an open book as any true lady&quot;s should be, so I see no such problems in revealing myself, especially if it is for my friends to see,&quot; she says in a rather uninterested tone of voice, an aura of superiority pressed into it just slightly, but not with any ill-intent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your face in the palm of your hands with no attempt at hiding a groan.</span><br />&quot;...Now you&quot;ve just jinxed yourself as well.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;More like dug her own grave. I know things, Rarity. Lots of things.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunder from outside the house from the storm could be heard as Sunset began to squint intimidatingly at her victim.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Remember, I knew everyone&quot;s secrets, blackmailed numerous students, and had lots, and lots of stories to tell. Snips and Snails, they&quot;re not the brightest, but they knew how to get answers.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity&quot;s eyes start to widen with fear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...They didn&quot;t&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset, arms folded, just nods at her calmly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now I questioned them if this was true, and i didn&quot;t believe it, but they had some compelling evidence.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset, what&quot;re you talking about?&quot; asks Rainbow Dash asks curiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn&quot;t answer the question, and asks one herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rarity...is it true you were paid two hundred dollars by Snips and Snails to show your tits?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room enters a phase of stillness, Rarity&quot;s hand trembling as she places down her glass of wine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes stare into a far off time, a moment where her sophistication was wasted by her biggest flaw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yes. It&quot;s true. Greed had gotten the best of me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone gasps as another bolt of lightning strikes outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity hangs her head in shame, a sad, regretful grimace across her face as she exhales.</span><br />&quot;...You okay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, Rarity pours herself more wine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine. Don&quot;t worry yourselves. Just glad that they didn&quot;t spread those pictures around...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As everyone else observes and comforts Rarity, you look at Sunset, gesturing her to apologize.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shakily and silently, she nods her head in agreement and clears her throat after a sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, sorry, I went a bit far, didn&quot;t I?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity waves her hand dismissively, but still clearly affected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, it&quot;s no problem, darling, you&quot;re still new to this whole friendship thing, we understand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Well, I suppose it&quot;s my turn, but I see no way I can top something such as that,&quot; says Rarity, sliding the whole thing under the rug. &quot;You know, this would be much easier for us to pick who we want if we were on the floor in a circle rather than this bar&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I agree. I was going to say something, but, uh, I still don&quot;t know if that&quot;s allowed or not&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;It&quot;s allowed,&quot; you reassure her, &quot;if anything, most would recommend it&quot;.you wanna?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight rises from her seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, sure, you guys go ahead. I&quot;ll use the bathroom for a sec. Be right back.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the bathroom&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the knife&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, this isn&quot;t clue, you&quot;re just in the bathroom on the toilet seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren&quot;t sure if you even had to go pee or poop (which you don't) , but you know you needed a moment to collect yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sheesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her whinnies and nickering echoes through your ears, making your heart thump in excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the Sun and Moon, you have to have her&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why do you even like her so much?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, she was awful to you when you both first met, she made you feel weak, insecure, v-vulnerable&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She could&quot;ve done anything to you&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...ANYTHING.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, you think you&quot;re starting to see what&quot;s attractive about her all of a sudden&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a feeling that being able to form any sort of thing with her is impossible though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at how she stares at Anon, you can tell she wants him, even if he doesn&quot;t like her that much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But just to make things even more complicated, you want Anon too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way he acts towards the girls, his consideration, how gentle he is&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your face in your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn't be thinking like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn&quot;t merely want them both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon may be open to you, but that&quot;d break Sunset, who still needs to fully embrace friendship&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you won&quot;t get Sunset anyways, because she loves Anon...who doesn&quot;t love her...and you love them both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god you&quot;re not Cadance, because this relationship shit gets old real fast&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh, thinking about how strange, yet alluring the human form is...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hands, get off vagina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vagina, stop letting hands touch you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now wash your hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You meant hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The circle is ready, all of you on the floor waiting patiently for Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After the sound of a running faucet, the bathroom door opens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, I'm ready,&quot; she chimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seats herself in the middle of you and Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The circle you all have arranged is on the floor, in between the bar and the small table with the chairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would&quot;ve preferred playing by the couch and bed, but you don't want to wake anybody up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you're happy with the new seating arrangement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your immediate left is Rainbow Dash, ready to take on any dare so she can be called &quot;Daring Dash&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After her in the circle is Pinkie Pie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's just excited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, to her left (and straight ahead of you) sits Rarity in her sleeping blouse, eyes still playfully staring at you as they&quot;ve been all night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next to her is Sunset, and after that is Twilight, then you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd think Sunset would be a bit further from Rarity though, but, true to Rarity&quot;s word, all is forgiven between the two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pop your spine and stretch out your arms on the floor.</span><br />&quot;All right, I think we&quot;re ready,&quot; you say in hopes of getting the game rolling. &quot;So where'd we leave off.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity slowly raises her hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;With me, and I was going to choose /you/&quot;&quot; informs Rarity, her voice tinged with the slightly hidden sound of want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point to yourself.</span><br />&quot;Me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods slowly, and with a grin saying,&quot;Indeed. Truth or dare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity has a way of getting info out of people being a true expert in gossip, so going with Truth would be risky for your reputation at school when the school year starts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dare, on the other hand, can have her literally do anything including the ability to make you tell a dark secret, have you perform acts you don't want to do, and&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, what do you do&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What are you going to do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Truth?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dare?</span><br />&quot;...Dare.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity shows an overly-pleasant smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh I was hoping you'd say that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh-oh&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I dare you&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are a dead man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're going to do something humiliating, your reputation ruined at school forever and ever, no hope left for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...to keep your robe and shirt off for the rest of the game.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Okay, that's not too bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, the lack of your friends even pretending to act like they don't want you to is a bit unnerving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They might as well blatantly yell &quot;strip for us&quot; as loud as they can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their unblinking stares confirm their poorly hidden eagerness, their excitement in the form of a thumping heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the eyes in the room are on you like they were hungry children staring at a big steak to feed them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your cheeks flaring red, your clear your throat and untie your robe and remove your shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You forgotten how warm the soft fabric was as the air makes contact with your bare skin, goosebumps shuddering up your spine to the back of your shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a shaky breath, your muscular build free for them all to see whenever they want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They appreciate your defined build with their wide eyes, the strong, beefy body you&quot;ve worked so hard to achieved being stared down hungrily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls act like they&quot;re uncaring, but the fact they can't remove their eyes off of your abs blows their cover like a tornado catching a blanket in its wind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, however, makes no such attempt at hiding how much she enjoys studying your figure, preferring to stare at it with a serpent&quot;s smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very, very good&quot;Quite the man, hmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You face has never been so red in your life.</span><br />&quot;Um, eyes are up here&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls dart their eyes away, blushing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except for Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile remains, as does her focused gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm aware, darling. Your turn.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ignoring the fact that you&quot;ve become personal eye-candy for Rarity, you go on to study the circle around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who to pick, who to pick?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash, immediately on your left, shakes your arm&quot;you bet it's just an excuse to feel your biceps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Anon, choose me! I haven't gotten a turn yet!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eh, why not?</span><br />&quot;Alright, Dash: Truth or Dare?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dare,&quot; she says without hesitation, and cracks her knuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin pondering what you could have her do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you wanted to, you could make her spend five minutes rambling about how she's actually a slow-handicapped weasel just for a laugh, and she&quot;d have to do it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or you can have her do something daring, exciting!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could get her to&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clap your hands, rubbing them together villainously.</span><br />&quot;I got one. A good one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bring it,&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You note the same prideful look from when you and her we're getting it down resurfacing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is a difference to it though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you and her were all alone, she made this look when she was in control, a look that said: &quot;I&quot;m getting off on the fact that I&quot;m the one in control.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time, she knows you're in control...and she's counting on you to do something crazy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Rainbow Dash, I dare you to take off /your/ shirt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face remains unchanged, that excited, smug smile staying strong as ever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The others,however...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What!?&quot; screams Twilight. &quot;You can even do /that/ in Truth or Dare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie, with a bowl of popcorn somehow, gasps in shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wowzers! What a twist!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ll say,&quot; murmurs Sunset.</span><br />&quot;Hey, if you guys can take off my shirt, then I can take off her&quot;s,&quot; you retort.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash pretends to look angry...but the looks in your eyes tell the exact opposite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...F-fine, but don't think I want to. And d-don't think I&quot;ll forget to do something to you, too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She subtly winks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A wink so minute and quick that if you blinked, you&quot;d miss it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully, you caught it, just like your body caught her attention not too long ago.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins by grabbing the bottom of her shirt, looking around as if she were nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her chest beneath the fabric rises up and down, her breath quickening as her skin turns hot, cheeks blazing in a heat that she can't tame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, she pulls the shirt&quot;s fabric up, revealing her perfectly flat and toned tummy for you to see once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You forgot how astonishing she looked in such a brief time, now fully appreciating her athletic body, the perfect shape and elegant form of a runner reached to perfection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time the shirt is just about to uncover her tits, more of her astonishing outline is shown, the incredible curves and shape that frame her so well, making got you just want to ravage her all over again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re gonna need to stay in contact with her&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tits are finally revealed, small, perky, but delectable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she pulls her arms out of the red short sleeves, she discards the shirt by tossing it on your head,covering your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boner, please&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You silently take a whiff of it, before pulling it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you remove the shirt from your eyes, it&quot;s like curtains are presenting you with a fantastic visual&quot;a shirtless, secretly aroused Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There...happy?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Very.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the girls don't know where to look, not wanting to imply any ought so by staring at you or Dash, both shirtless, right next to each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your bare-chested friend decides that now that she and you are both topless, the game&quot;s gotten more interesting&quot;more fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a malicious smile, she runs her hands together as if she were a dastardly villain from a cartoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's it gonna be Twilight&quot;Truth or Dare?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s eyes bulge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, me?&quot; she asks, the nervousness in her voice very apparent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think Rainbow nods as confirmation, but honestly you&quot;re stuck checking her out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-wait a minute, anyone else getting the vibe that the bar just raised too quickly?&quot; asks Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope! It doesn't matter if it is, you HAVE to do it unless Rainbow changes her mind,&quot; states Pinkie. &quot;If you didn't, then it'd be no fair! It is the rules of the party, Twilight!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but my sleepover books never said anything about Truth or Dare! How am I supposed to&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;You had to read up on how to have a sleepover?&quot; you interrupt Twilight mid-rant.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's not the point! The point is...I...Um&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C&quot;mon already, Twilight! Truth or Dare?&quot; Dash urges</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight hangs her head low and sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Truth.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash fist pumps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sweet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a crack of her knuckles and a crick of her neck, the shirtless athlete grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ve been wondering ever since the beginning of tonight about something. See, when you were hungry for pizza, I remember you giving someone a certain look&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight gasps, nearly jumping out to attack Rainbow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dash, don't!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A look I've seen...sometimes given, but you? I was surprised to see you with that look.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don&quot;t, please don't this!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So...is it true that you have a crush on&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dare!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash stops mid sentence, a perturbed look on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What was that?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dare,&quot; repeats Twilight, &quot;I want to do a dare instead.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting sandwiched between these two girls is like standing between fire and ice, the result being a steamy confrontation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash ponders, studying Twilight&quot;s face for a minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Alright, dare it is. Twilight, I dare you to kiss Sunset.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Multiple gasps&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OOOOOOOOOOH!!!!! Twily&quot;s gonna get some!&quot; hollers Pinkie as Rarity fans herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHAT?!&quot; shouts Sunset Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...b-but...I...no hooves...a-and&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight goes limp, practically falling into your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god her head doesn't land on your boner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn and face Dash on your left.</span><br />&quot;I think you broke her. Should I get some water for her or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Get Sunset to do mouth-to-mouth,&quot; snickers Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shimmer glares at her imposingly, her eyes like flames.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh heh...Sorry. J-just kiddin&quot;...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight whimpers on your lap as you shake her a bit.</span><br />&quot;C&quot;mon, Twilight,you can do it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh,no, she can't!&quot; objects Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The rules, Sunset. She has to now, and so do you.&quot; reminds Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, but&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;But if either you or Twilight can persuade Rainbow Dash to make a new dare, then you&quot;re safe.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset looks desperately at Rainbow, her only salvation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash shakes her head no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nuh-uh, Twilight&quot;s dare is to kiss you, and that's what she's gonna do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Dash with a disapproving stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...what? I'm playing by the rules, aren't I?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dash? A moment please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoot Twilight&quot;s head off your lap and drag Dash away with you by four feet from the circle,your backs facing your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull her ear close to you after making sure they don't listen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a sigh, you speak in an intimate whisper into her ear.</span><br />&quot;Look Dash, if you change your mind, I'll let you, um, I dunno, what do you want?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your number.</span><br />&quot;Uh-huh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your body.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&quot;You gonna tell me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...A date.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your brows raise in partial disbelief.</span><br />&quot;You want to go on a date with me&quot;?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I, um...look, what ya did with me earlier, the way ya did it? I kinda want more of that. And maybe&quot;MAYBE&quot;a little bit more.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her, speechless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kinda expected to just give her twenty bucks and let her screw around with ya, but&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fine. I&quot;ll give ya my number. We&quot;ll talk. Now call of the dare.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Deal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to shake on it, but pause.</span><br />&quot;Uh, can I touch your&quot;?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whenever you want, hot stuff.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile childishly and fondle her tits subtly, but quickly, and enough to make her moan quietly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I can get used to this.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Same.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a quick, flip of her nipple, she quietly gasps before you turn around, making your way back to your spot in the circle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash returns to your left as well, clearing her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, so since Anon struck a deal with me, you and Sunset don't have to kiss, Twi...Twi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle, still lying on the floor, stirs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you mean I don't have to?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, thanks to Anon,&quot; answers Dash, knitting at your exposed ribs with her elbow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity frowns in puzzlement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm...And what exactly was this deal, if you don't mind?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has her hands on her well-framed hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not to stammer.</span><br />&quot;J-just a little favor I&quot;ll owe. Nothing too big.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It feels pretty big, that's for sure,&quot; murmurs Dash, thankfully quiet enough for Rarity not hear.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Switching to your focus to the girl on your right, you wrap an arm around Twilight reassuringly.</span><br />&quot;Hey, you alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs, blinking frantically just to wake herself up a bit more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yeah, just over-reacted. Uh, thanks for negotiating on my behalf.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a playful smile, you flick the tip of her nose.</span><br />&quot;No problem, Purple Smart.,&quot; you give her a light pat on the back, &quot;no problem at all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shows all of her white teeth in a happy, giddy, yet uncertain smile as she leans into you for a brief moment for a short, mild hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Hey, uh, remember how Twi still has to accept a dare from me?&quot; Says Dash, her arms folded in poorly hidden jealousy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a sigh, her victim nods</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know and I will,&quot; confirms Twilight, &quot;Now what do you want me to do, Dash? I&quot;m ready for your dare now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dare you to sit on Sunset&quot;s lap.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow, you piece of...actually, that's not too bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't say that for Twilight, though,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see a slight twitch in her hands hearing those words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but I...You know what? I can do that. It's weird, but at least I'm not kissing her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stands up from her spot next to you, and places herself on the lap of a blushing Sunset Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And now it&quot;s my turn, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yuh-huh! Who you gonna pick?&quot; asks Pinkie, eager as ever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, sitting on Shimmer&quot;s lap like it&quot;s her own fucking throne, scratches at her chin in thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um...how about you, Rarity. Truth or Dare?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity shrugs politely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Might as well choose &quot;dare&quot; for variety's sake.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Perfect. Rarity, I dare you to...uh&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, Twilight really is unfamiliar with this game.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits on Sunset&quot;s lap, hesitating, entirely unsure of what to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s actually kinda cute, really.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a moment of this, Sunset pokes her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, I got an idea&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before Twilight asks her what it is, she looks at the entire group.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, is it allowed to get ideas from other players?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With an assortment of &quot;yes&quot;s, she questions Sunset&quot;s idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two whisper, both of their words being unheard by the circle, yet their tone of voice with each other was quite obvious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset was muttering Sunset, pushing for her to do a dare, while Twilight was sounding unsure and timid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, the hushed sigh of defeat from Twilight as she now faces the group gives the idea that whatever Sunset had planned, you were all about to find out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her violet eyes dart around, not daring to keep a steady gaze on her poor victim.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, Rarity&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By now, the white bombshell is nervous too, her smile holding back the look of fear from showing on face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dare you to&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on, Twilight, go on&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To...to...t-to&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops for a moment and sucks a deep breath in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, all at once, she exhales all that she has to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;IdareyoutoshowusthepicturesyoutookforSnipsandSnails!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight pants doggedly, catching her breath after expelling so much air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity&quot;s breath, however, just stops, the dare hitting her as suddenly as a truck hitting a car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight winces apologetically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I&quot;m sorry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd feel more bad for Rarity, but seeing as how she's been looking at you whenever she damn pleases, stating it to world, you think seeing a pic of her tits is pretty friggin&quot; fair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits, slack jawed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;E-excuse me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know what she said, Rarity. You have the pics?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks flare a vibrant red across her snow-white cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-no...I don&quot;t&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit. She can't do the dare then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...But I'll gladly remove my sleeping gown if you all would like for, say, twenty dollars? I-I mean, it, erm, certainly won't be like the pictures, but it's still a satisfactory result, don't you agree?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the rest of the group.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Should we?&quot; asks Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie Pie nods her head excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, YEAH! Who wants a dare to end with nothing happening, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;So you&quot;re paying the twenty dollars?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure! ...If I can have everybody else&quot;s pizzas&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tits or pizza?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Who&quot;re you kiddin&quot;, tits.</span><br />&quot;I'll give up my pizza.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me too,&quot; says Dash, her hunger for a woman's body more powerful than the urge of eating pizza. &quot;You guys?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight on Sunset&quot;s lap cringes, unsure of what to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset, however&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Eh, Why not? I never was a big fan of pizza anyways.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All eyes on Twilight...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Fine. You can have the last of my pizza.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ha.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now only if you could get your twelve dollars and fifty cents&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie grins, the pizza all claimed as her own, and pulls a twenty out of...the purse that she stole.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one questions it, though, especially not Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Shall I?&quot; she ask, a small smile aimed towards you sided with a daring glance makes it feel like she&quot;s asking you only.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp.</span><br />&quot;Absolutely.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excellent.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, her hands slowly make their way to the crystal-blue bowknot of her bold, white and violet nightgown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her night attire was, of course, over the top in terms of quality and effort spent for such a trifling piece of clothing to sleep in, yet the whole thing was expertly designed by Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The top of the nightgown left her dainty neck and tempting cleavage exposed for the eye to see, and the fabric and sleeves of it were white like cotton, but certainly not out of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, it looked much more akin to something silky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bottom of her gown was separated by the bowknot, and held up her cleavage alongside her bra, giving &quot;the girls&quot; a look that&quot;s hard not to glance at every once and awhile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now unfortunately, the fabric, while somewhat opaque, was not completely see-through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could her hidden shape, her delicate hips and waist curtained over by the expensive clothing, but as her small, womanly hands begin to untie the bow under her breast, you know your curiosity would be heavily satiated soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At a snail's pace with a wry smile, Rarity makes sure to take her time, knowing of your eagerness to see her naked form.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her bow, finally undone, begins to undo the front of her nightgown, allowing the rounded mounds beneath the barrier of silk to start filling out, revealing their size a bit more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And speaking of size, you&quot;re pretty sure a bulge under your pajamas pants begins to rise once again, but you obscure it with your hands in your pockets, attempting to make your arousal as well-hidden as possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, Rarity moves on to her sleeves, sliding each one off her shoulder teasingly, her soft, smooth skin showing itself freely in an inviting manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her shoulder&quot;s are primarily directed towards you, and the half-lidded look in her eyes, the small smirk, send a message more clear than you thought possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body speaks a language, one that you&quot;re understanding quite quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It says &quot;you want this, you&quot;re going to get this...on /my/ terms.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you know what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s absolutely right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your throat go dry as you stare on, Rarity perfectly aware of what she&quot;s doing to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s like a snake-charmer, and you&quot;ve just been charmed beyond belief, ready for more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At last, she pulls her arms out of her sleeves, and begins removing the nightgown entirely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A gasp sounds throughout the room when everyone swore that they&quot;d see her womanhood, but thank god, she wore lace panties, the same bright blue as her bowknot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your jaw hits the damn floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity lies before you, her legs completely free for the eye to travel, admiring the curvature and elegant build.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes meet up at her hips, outline by her lace panties as if it were gift-wrapping for a christmas present, your hands just eager to hold them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her stomach is long, not flat like Dash&quot;s but not muscular like Applejack&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, she head barely any pudge, and a vertical build that curves up makes your eyes land onto her breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re great.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at them makes you want to do everything from manhandling them, to giving them quaint kisses across their roundness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity raises a brow in confidence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well everyone? I say I fulfilled my dare.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, one she didn&quot;t really have to do and got paid for&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you&quot;re complaining though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re pretty content with this view.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The size is, well, you&quot;d say a pretty good C-cup, and fit on her just perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body is well structured, made for modeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is who most girls want to be when they look into the mirror--a beauty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And a beauty she was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nipples, hard and erect from more than chills, stand at attention, the stiff nubs being a color of a soft, light grey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Noice,&quot; says Pinkie approvingly, nodding her head in satisfaction.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah. Nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can&quot;t get your eyes off of those jiggly marshmallows of her till you feel a pinch on your lower back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Assuming it&quot;s Dash, you face her immediately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your surprise, though, she&quot;s checking them out too&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Twilight on Sunset&quot;s lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She fidgeted her fingers, looking at Rarity instead of something else&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did Twilight pinch you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, since it was I who just did a dare, I see it fit for me to choose who&quot;s next.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she grins, it becomes obvious her choice is already made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, truth or dare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh boy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweating.jpg</span><br />&quot;Dare.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, being brave, hm?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I prefer the term &quot;open-minded&quot; a bit more,&quot; you retort.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then I suppose you won&quot;t have any trouble with me daring you to massaging me for the next five or so turns, correct?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, boner&quot;s erected like a mother fucker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls, needless to say, are stunned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, perhaps thankful for your help from earlier, tries to save you from this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon if you don&quot;t&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;I accept your dare, Rarity,&quot; you say, cutting her off. &quot;Bring a chair over, sit on it backwards so your back juts out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity herself looks like a lioness, her eyes unable to separate you, her delicious prey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eager and true to your word; I love a man with such qualities. I hope your hands are skilled enough for moi. Now if you&quot;d be kind enough to work on me for, oh, I don&quot;t know, the next two turns perhaps, then I&quot;d greatly appreciate it if you&quot;d come over to me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without hesitation, you rise from your spot in between Twilight (on Sunset&quot;s lap) and Rainbow Dash, moving behind a near-naked Rarity who sits on her knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes no attempt to get up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;...You want me to get the chair, don&quot;t you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know me so well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rolling your eyes teasingly, you get a chair from the nearby table, and place it by Rarity.</span><br />&quot;Okay, sit on this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Would it kill you to say please?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;A little, yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a shrug from Rarity, she rises, seating herself backwards on the summoned chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your hands, ready to prepare them for the massage.</span><br />&quot;Alright, let&quot;s&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah ah!, Don&quot;t forget to choose who&quot;s next,&quot; chides Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Such a tease...</span><br /><br />&quot;Um, Sunset, Truth or Dare?&quot; you ask, mainly to get it out of the way more than anything.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset Shimmer nervously bites her bottom lip, worrying about an unwelcomed consequence from either choice, but mainly distracted by the tension between you and Rarity at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Truth?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You beath warm breath on your hands to make them warm, and begin rubbing them together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide rather do something interesting, you just should ask something that always confused you.</span><br />&quot;Ah, alright, let&quot;s see...is it true that you and Flash dated? I was never clear on that,&quot; you say while cracking your knuckles.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Kinda? It wasn&quot;t as close as you&quot;d expect it to be, though.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I see. Why&quot;d he date you if you were such a jerk though?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because we looked good. Literally no other reason than we looked good and were well-known. That&quot;s about it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Did you guys ever kiss?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. I, um, didn&quot;t like it. It was empty. Hollow. No passion, emotion...it made me mad. I was mad before, y&quot;know, dealing with Celestia and all that, but I&quot;m still mad to this day about it. It was my first kiss, and not only was I pissed on how I wasted it, but I&quot;m still pissed for having done it at all.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Lotta regret, eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have no idea.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, you don&quot;t, but you&quot;re sure the many girls whose hearts were broken because of Sunset kissing their little boyfriends did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, you act sympathetic.</span><br />&quot;Sorry. Gotta suck.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Less talking, more massaging, darling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Greedy little...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a breath in and focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Been a long time since you did this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know somewhat about giving massages, your uncle was pretty chill, taught you some self-healing shit as a kid, taught you how to give a good massage.</span><br />&quot;Okay, now I&quot;m gonna ask you to breathe in, okay? <span class="nu0">1</span>,<span class="nu0">2</span>, and <span class="nu0">3</span>. Now breathe just like that. As I go on, you&quot;ll pretty much be doing that without thinking. Now relax.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands ready, you begin to close in on her lower back, creeping in slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You form them so they&quot;re in the shape of a bat, your thumbs the bat-ears and your fingers the wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your hands like this, you press them gently down on the tight knots of muscle on the sides of her spine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s nothing much yet, but just a way to introduce yourself to the person.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, the compression on these stiff muscles is clearly needed as she lefts a sigh loose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm, quite nice.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I barely started.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a step back so that your somewhat leaning on her with your weight, and slowly begin pressing your hands (your support) on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Halfway up her back after pressing, you cease this, and remove your paws off her for a brief moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue up her back in a different, more relaxed manner, gently beating against the muscles of her back, the muscles not completely relaxed, but being inning to at your touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, you pass her scapula, now on the ropes of tension and stress on the back of her neck and the muscles below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stress is always stored here, but your good uncle taught you have to work it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your hands on the knotty muscles between the shoulders and neck, and slowly begin working them as your tight but gentle grip turns the tightness into jello.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her shoulders visibly droop as as she moans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, why this is truly wonderful. I didn't expect anything this good&quot;&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This earns a chuckle from your &quot;client&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Judging by your magic fingers alone, I would've thought you&quot;ve had plenty of practice&quot; she purs. &quot;You have quite the touch, after all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but form a small grin at this.</span><br />&quot;Well, perhaps practice doesn't make perfect then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glance away from Rarity&quot;s smooth back to see the rest of your friends, continuing to play on as you massage Rarity&quot;s shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I know what you&quot;re thinking.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And I know what you&quot;re thinking.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A brief silence follows the two of you as you continue working out the stress in her muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I won't do it unless I get something in return.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I giving you a massage right now, you just got twenty dollars after everyone gave their pizza to Pinkie, what more do you want?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I want you to work for free as my model. You&quot;re quite dashing, Anonymous, but I still have standards.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;Sorry, but I know how this works, Rarity. You&quot;re trying to get good business...acting like this is benefiting me more than you, but with a price.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glide your hands down to her hips.</span><br />&quot;But the truth&quot;s different, isn't it? You want me to make you go wild and gain a free model in the process.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I'm offering you a deal for the chance to sleep with me with your payment being a model for my latest line. I can find another man for this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring your head closer to her ear from behind her, your warm breath making shudder as it tickles her ear.</span><br />&quot;What would you do if said I still wanna be paid, but did something like&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snake your hand into her thong, your hand sharing the same space with her womanhood.</span><br />&quot;...this,&quot; you say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I&quot;d ask you to continue.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And this?&quot; you ask as you put your other hand on her breast.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You note that her chest begins to rise with each hot breath she inhales.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I&quot;d say more.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin fiddling your hand with her eager sex, the heat emanating off of her sweetness like a furnace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bites her lip in strained moans struggles to hide the arousal from making too much noise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breaths become more rapid, her hips gyrating as your other hand caresses her wondrous breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right when her moans become an octave higher, you cease all movement of your hands, leaving her wanting more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out a confused whimper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why'd you stop&quot;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a mix between a chuckle and a light scoff.</span><br />&quot;Uh, &quot;cause you&quot;ll say I didn't persuade you to pay me when I finally come in for that modeling thing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, I run a business as a teenage girl in high school. Money&quot;s difficult to manage at our age.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;But if you could get someone else without getting in their pants, why&quot;re you so dead set on me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity pauses, thinking out her answer with delicacy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Delicacy, however, does not favor her in this case.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re quite impressive, Anon. It'd be a shame if we didn't continue.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Let's be quieter then, cause we&quot;re barely a few feet away from them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity nods silently in agreement and returns to her position for you to continue the &quot;massage&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your hand still on her hips, you can now clearly appreciate the slender, lengthy build of her hourglass figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hips aren't wide and fertile, but they&quot;re definitely desirable in their framing, outlining her shape perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack&quot;s hips were childbearing&quot; handlebars to ride on like a bull during a rodeo, but Rarity&quot;s different.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were like Greek statues of Aphrodite: curvy and elegant with a sense of beauty and aesthetic perfection, yet gentle to hold on to firmly like bike handles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not to compare to her a town bicycle or anything, but it just feels like a good analogy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s built like a fancy bicycle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to make your movements subtle, silent, as not to bring attention to the others that are mere feet away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This quietness to your movements brings a slow, almost deliberate quality of sensuality to the tension between you and Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your hand returns to sneak its way back into her panties, the hotness of her womanhood says just how eager she is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve yet to even reach her outer cunt, your hand resting on her pubic bone before it officially makes its way to her sex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her public hair is nonexistent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if Dash&quot;s was too before swipe the thought for later, your focus returning to please Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, your hand is down at her sweet, leaking cunt, her clitoris begging to be stimulated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, put your other hand on my chest.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That'd be two dollars.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, don't tease me.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your hand upon her breast, admiring how good they feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re not giant, but a perfectly normal size if not the slightest bit more round.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, this roundness is perfect with how firm and succulent they are, perfect for groping and caressing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their fullness, shape, and firmness are just incredible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s like holding smooth oranges in your hand, but made of pillowy flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enjoy holding them as your other arm begins to touch the sopping cunt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips quiver as your fingers touch them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity shudders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...that's...that feels incredible.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope so, you&quot;re just kinda making this up as you go along.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When your fingers reach her clit, she has to work hard to quiet her breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you flick it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squirms in her seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While pinching her nipple, you begin to trace the outline of her entrance, getting plenty of her juices drenched on your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breath becomes ragged huffs that she tries to quiet by breathing through her nose, pressing her mouth&quot;s lips together to avoid making unwanted sounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And another thing; her cunt feels great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has standards, and judging by the youth of her flower, it's been in bloom a few times, but not as much as one would like to assume.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's choosy when it comes to guys, and you bet you&quot;re the luckiest, most exciting one she's had yet, if not for the scenario alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring your head closer to her ear.</span><br />&quot;How many you&quot;ve been with?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Four times, hopefully five if we&quot;re bold enough to go all the way. Despite my experience, I make up with skill. You?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Fuck you haven't put your dick in anyone yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you&quot;ve been getting blue balled constantly tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you got some nice little encounters, but you&quot;ve yet to get off on anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave your answer ambiguous.</span><br />&quot;...Tell ya later.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don&quot;t worry Anon, I won't judge.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remain quiet on the subject, answering with a simple, &quot;I know.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return to focusing on her lower region as you get more adventurous with her body and pause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When your hand brushes over her sensitive parts, it elicits a sharp gasp, one loud enough to grab your friends&quot; attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They turn their heads with looks of puzzlement and slight worry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s no doubt that the sexual sound proposed something more deviant was at hand, which was just the case.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god they don&quot;t know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, what was that, Rarity?&quot; asks Rainbow Dash, her tone of voice displaying just how confused she is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily, the back of the seat that Rarity leans on covers your hands and where they reside on her aroused form.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she sees their looks of confusion, she puts on a fake and nervous smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haauh! Oh...unf...sorry girls. I, well, Anon was just, um, well&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;I found a spot with a lot of tension,&quot; you answer for her, your voice sounding calm and unsuspicious. &quot;It&quot;s a really tight one I guess you could say&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks at you and Rarity with an uncertain glint in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure? That was pretty loud&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I&quot;m sure. All I need to do is to relieve the tension from this area, then she&quot;ll be relieved. Sorry, we&quot;ll try to keep it down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Well, um, don&quot;t take to long. Don&quot;t forget you&quot;re in the game still.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile wryly.</span><br />&quot;No problem.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, they go back to their business leaving you and Rarity alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was close. That was quite the cover up.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well it was true, wasn&quot;t it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Clever.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, your proceed to&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, wait! Your time&quot;s up!&quot; says Pinkie.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes everything in you to not look visibly aggravated.</span><br />&quot;Oh...Uh, my bad.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity pouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooh! But it was really getting good&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, but the rules! The ruuuules!&quot; reminds Pinkie.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to shrug as if you don&quot;t care.</span><br />&quot;Well, guess we&quot;ll have to stop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuckin&quot; Ponk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick Rarity up from the chair as she stretches her arms out widely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By doing this, she practically exposes her entire breast, no shame in hiding her nudity whatsoever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone stares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An awkward cough follows from Twilight as Rarity takes a seat where she originally sat, as do you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks while doing so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This makes your boner cry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, okay, so who&quot;s turn is it now?&quot; asks Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was mine. Pinkie, truth or dare?&quot; asks Dash challengingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d pay more attention if you were less upset about not getting some Rare poosay a moment ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, seriously, compared to the rest of tonight, that has got to have been the least fulfilling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, at least you know you&quot;ll get it when you go to model for her&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dare!&quot; declares Pinkie, eager to accept a challenge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow&quot;s smugness is still there, but less severe than it was earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has something in mind, but what it is probably pales in comparison to the things from earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pinkie Pie...I dare you to eat all the pizzas we gave you in one sitting.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, dayum, that&quot;s a lotta pizza pie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Makes your stomach flip just thinking about how much grease must be in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie blows some raspberries with a dismissive wave of the hand, her blue eyes rolling along with her unintimidated smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Psh, please! Have you seen how many muffins I could eat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then do it,&quot; says Dash.</span><br /><br />Many pizzas later<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...I-I don&quot;t feel so good&quot;What&quot;s even in this stuff?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Quality,&quot; you say with a cheesy thumbs up.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rainbow, you think you can take her to bed?&quot; asks Sunset, looking at the Pinkie as she bellows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash grumbles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine, but only &quot;cause it was my idea. You guys don&quot;t mind if I hit the hay either though, do ya?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A mixture of &quot;go ahead&quot; and &quot;sure&quot; comes from the collective circle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually, that massage wore me out as well. I think I&quot;ll retire too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me three&quot;&quot; moans Pinkie. &quot;Can you guys carry me? Pleeeaasse?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity and Dash sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure,&quot; they both say in a monotone.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The circle is now a mere triangle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s just you, Twilight, and Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...So are we still doing truth or dare?&quot; asks Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Sunset look at each other.</span><br />&quot;Nah. Think we wore that stuff out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Same.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods in agreement, and a segway to the next part of tonight begins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see&quot;then, uh, what do you guys wanna do?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I dunno. I can do whatever.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Why don&quot;t we just talk?&quot; questions Sunset. &quot;I mean, I&quot;d kinda like too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, clearly empty of anything ideas at the moment, leaps on to that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, okay. So, uh, what about?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well I for one wanna know what you all have been up to over the Summer. I kinda went on about mine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It&quot;s been a weird one for me. I&quot;m trying to find a place to stay at long-term now. I&quot;ve been kinda homeless since I came here, so, yeah.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about that one place I mentioned? Didn&quot;t you check it out?&quot; asks Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset grimaces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don&quot;t want to live in a Yoga studio. The guy who ran it was weird&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wait, wait&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold your hands up to stop the conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then point at Sunset.</span><br />&quot;...You&quot;re homeless?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods like it&quot;s the most obvious thing in the world.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, yeah, why wouldn&quot;t I be? It&quot;s not like I just came here and arrived with a house to legally live in.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ok, then how the hell do you look so clean and not like a run-down hobo? I mean, Jesus, I&quot;m middle class and you still got better clothes than me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Goodwill.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And where do you bathe?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The gym at the school.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How do you get money?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do odd jobs. I once was a waitress.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her, baffled by her lifestyle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What? It&quot;s not like I like living like this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Twilight, as if to make sure this shit isn&quot;t made up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She&quot;s telling the truth.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why do you care so much anyways? It&quot;s not like you talk to me that much&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Uh&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just said that out loud, didn&quot;t I?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight cringes.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, you did,&quot; you say in an offended tone. &quot;The fuck&quot;s the suppose to mean?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nothing, just, uh, I kinda wished you noticed me a bit more?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For once, Twilight isn&quot;t being the cringiest one in the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset, you&quot;re kind of messing up&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? I just want him to talk to me more. I mean, c&quot;mon, I never bullied him, it&quot;s all said and done, but he clearly hasn&quot;t given me a chance.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How could I when you brainwashed me?&quot; you say, your voice showing your anger. &quot;Just because everyone else forgives you doesn&quot;t mean I still have to! And hey, I don&quot;t hate your guts either. I respect you enough, I get that you&quot;re trying to reform, and that&quot;s fuckin&quot; great.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glare at her.</span><br />&quot;But just because you&quot;re a better person now doesn&quot;t mean we&quot;re on the best of terms.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god, I try so hard to be nice to you, all the time, and you don&quot;t even notice me! And when you do, you pretend you don&quot;t!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You can&quot;t force me to be your friend!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa, whoa! Sunset, Anon, let&quot;s calm down&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me? Calm down!? I just said that I want to be paid attention by him more! There&quot;s nothing wrong with me wanting him to forgive me, is there? I just want you to realize I&quot;m not awful!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff.</span><br />&quot;Oh, yeah, make me the bad guy, huh? Remember when Big Kam broke his leg? You were the one who&quot;d make fun of him saying he shouldn't have done basketball in the first place.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try hard to blink the tears out of your eyes.</span><br />&quot;...That was his senior year. Guy was counting on that scholarship to go to college so he could pay for his mom&quot;s medicine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your throat begins tightening as your heart starts to sink.</span><br />&quot;And while some people can look back on it and say &quot;Oh, hey, it&quot;s all in the past, relax!&quot;, I&quot;m not one of them. You literally ruined people's lives. You took things that people can never get back, like people&quot;s friendships.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s head hangs low as her hair obscures her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I spoke with him a while ago.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I went to Big Kam&quot;s place. I wanted to say I was sorry. We...we went to a Sonic&quot;s, got milkshakes...talked, y&quot;know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a deep breath, sits up straight with teary-eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I, uh...I paid, of course,&quot; she laughs sadly, followed by a sniffle. &quot;Be kinda weird if I made him pay right after apologizing. Uh, I-I said I was sorry, how I didn&quot;t mean to, well, destroy his only chance, right? Probably went on for, pfft, I dunno, ten minutes just simply apologizing, saying how I fucked up, fucked his future up...I was pouring my heart out to him over how awful I felt. Eventually, h-he just smiled at me, patted my back, and said &quot;Schnee von gestern&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight tilts her head in confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That&quot;s Germane for &quot;snow from yesterday&quot;, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset nods as she wipes a tear away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh-huh. Snow from yesterday...It&quot;s melted. All gone.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you with loads of pain.</span><br /><br />&quot;Then, we...we talked then for a while. He went on to be a mechanic, kinda like his dad...makes just enough, but he&quot;s pretty happy with what he has. He asked how I was doing, and, well, I told him about, um this guy...and girl...that, uh, I really like....I told him that I like them both a lot...heck I even liked them when I was a bitch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gulps nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The girl has no hard feelings for me, and we talk a lot already. I, uh, really like her. She forgave me. But this guy...I wanna talk with him, but, well, he doesn&quot;t forgive me. I-I told Kam that this guy&quot;s upset with how I ruined lives, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another sad smile cracks on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He said &quot;the fuck would he be pissed for someone who&quot;s forgotten it&quot; and that &quot;this guy&quot;s got no reason to hate you for stuff she did to people who moved on already.&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So...I guess that&quot;s all I have to say.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp.</span><br />&quot;Look Shimmer, I don&quot;t care about your love life, and even if Big Kam can just forget about it...I can&quot;t I&quot;m sorry. You broke friendships...People hated each other, each group segregated by each other with trifling rivalries..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I brought them back together,&quot; chimes in Twilight. &quot;And now Sunset&quot;s one of us. She&quot;s different now. She can be your friend, Anon. You don&quot;t have to hate her.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But what? What did I do to you, Anon? Why do you hate me so much? Or whatever it is that makes you ignore me?&quot; questions Sunset, her watering eyes wide and desperate for an answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both Twilight and her stare at you for an answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a deep one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When it hits you, you've realized that they know you have a true reason.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you give in with a jaded exhale of breath.</span><br />&quot;I hate sounding cheesy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smiles comfortably alongside with Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We&quot;re used to cheesy,&quot; she says, pretty much telling you to lay it on her right then and there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In a nonsexual way, of course.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thinking of how to phrase your feelings, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The reasons for your lack of interaction to Sunset, why you haven&quot;t forgiven her...you know why, but it&quot;s hard to put it to words&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After pondering, you think you know how to explain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve always been terrible with words and explaining things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, hey, you always know the gist of it, and this time&quot;s no different.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a breath, you prepare to explain your reasoning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again, you just know it&quot;ll sound cheesy, almost like your pizzas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here goes...</span><br />&quot;...I had to see my group of childhood friends talk about how much they hated each other as I was forced to be the middleman. I thought I could be unbiased and hang out with them each individually, and I did, but after a while...it didn&quot;t work. You broke my friends apart, and they were awful to one another. Imagine having your parents be their with you, always happy, always smiling...then poof. Out of nowhere, you catch dad yelling at how she slept around. The break apart, and, well, so do you. Seeing my friends&quot; group shattered broke me, made me alone...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...But they&quot;re together now, right? And now I&quot;m their friend. I don&quot;t know if that&quot;s enough to apologize with other than how sorry I am, but...well...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Go on?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns, clearly uncomfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell she's hiding something, and you want to know what.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, maybe you DON'T want to know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It could smething that just fucks your shit up, makes a mess, and kills you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I&quot;m not sure if I should.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You internally sigh in relief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe some things should be left unsaid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You strongly believe this is one of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight however...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset, you can trust us...right Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bite your lip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't say no, you'd look like an asshole...but you don't want to hear...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck, this is just splendid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see the look in their eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like you never even had a choice in the matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><br />&quot;...Yeah. Yeah, you can trust me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s not like you could just say &quot;No&quot; anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But honestly, you would be lying if you said you didn&quot;t mean it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because, well, you did, even if just a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure you have letting go of certain things, but that doesn&quot;t make you totally unaware of the fact that she /is/ just a normal girl now, and you would trust her with something private of your&quot;s, even if you didn&quot;t exactly liked to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset looks at you two&quot;s eyes carefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sees the honesty in them, even if you&quot;re unsure how honest it is within yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her quick judgement, however, probably means there&quot;s more than you realize.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...There&quot;s something I should tell you both&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands tremble as she nervously rolls her thumb around her pointer finger; must be a nervous tick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has to close her eyes to relax herself, then prepares to come out with her statement, whatever it may be...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...like you guys...a lot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stillness takes the three of you with a sudden, screeching halt; more abrupt than a shattered window, but impactful like a car slamming into a wall of brick and concrete.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Needless to say, everything merely stops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your jaw, as with Twilight&quot;s, have hit the floor from dropping so low.</span><br />&quot;Uh, what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s cheeks flood with crimson as she struggles to keep eye contact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I,um, like you guys. As in &quot;like&quot; like you guys. Like, a lot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shifts herself to face Twilight, but still, her eyes manage to avoid her as much as possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I, uh, I was reformed, I kinda felt sorry. I went into a depression...I mean, I had a lot of guilt to carry. And when you left, I was...well, I was sad. Really sad. I had friends, but people still hated me. Not everyone forgave me for what I did, and I knew what I did was wrong, but you were the one that made me kind of hope that...well...it was possible.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her words fueling her with more courage, she finds the strength within herself to look Twilight in the eyes in what you can only describe as a passionate stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight, you gave me hope.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her response is her desiree's eyes watering at her speech.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When you came back to help me with the Dazzlings, I remember when we held hands...I know you felt it too. I know it is. And ever since we&quot;ve started these twice-a-week sleepovers when you cross the mirror, I can tell you see something there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle, swallows something from her throat; wipes away a dribble of a tear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles, pulling Sunset Shimmer into a full hug, the two tightly embracing each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love you, Sunset,&quot; she says hoarsely, followed by a sniffle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hug, needless to say, is heart-filled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell there&quot;s something deep...but as soon as it stops, you can tell this is far from over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset now looks to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I know you hate me Anon, but I feel the exact opposite. I love you too. You&quot;re funny, you&quot;re nice...you&quot;re genuine. You&quot;re like that with all of our friends except for me. I&quot;m sorry I can&quot;t fix the hell I&quot;ve caused at school, and I know that I broke our friends&quot; hearts when I was still mean. But you what? I changed, and I changed a lot. All I ask is that you change your mind about me&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lover clears her throat rather awkwardly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset, I...uh...I also like Anon,&quot; says Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, she sighs sadly, and looks over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I&quot;m sorry for putting all this on you at once.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me too,&quot; says Sunset.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare wide-eyed as they both stare at you, expecting a revelation from your heart as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, as much as they&quot;ve moved you, as much as they&quot;ve changed your perception on them&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just can&quot;t say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although you can see what they /want/ you to say.</span><br />&quot;...I&quot;m supposed to say I love you guys as well, aren&quot;t I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tone of your voice alone is the only answer they need.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dismally, they each nod, their shared look of optimistic hope starting to dissipate from their teary-eyed smiles immediately, their faces instead forming what will ultimately be sad frowns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chest builds with guilt, and you attempt to sigh it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It only hurts more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give them a sad shrug while shaking your head.</span><br />&quot;...Sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t even need to say what it; the message is received albeit painfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were hopeful, you&quot;ll give &quot;em that&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reminds you of yourself when you were younger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to at least explain yourself.</span><br />&quot;I mean, it&quot;s not that I dislike you guys, just... just look, I may be forming feelings for you two right now because of this, I dunno, whatever it is we&quot;re having right now, but I&quot;m not in love with you two&quot;not yet anyways. As much as I want to say I do, maybe have some happy celebration, it wouldn&quot;t be honest.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somewhat satisfied with your reasoning, this still doesn&quot;t alleviate the gut-wrenching ache of shattered expectations and a damaged heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...There&quot;s someone else, isn&quot;t there?&quot; asks Sunset, her head low.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost say yes, but you&quot;re not really sure to be honest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kind have a crush on Dash a little, you&quot;re interested in whatever working with Applejack may bring&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You know what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those are you reasons.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just hope that they understand.</span><br />&quot;I don&quot;t know if there&quot;s someone else. I really don&quot;t. So right now, I don&quot;t want to jump into something I&quot;m figuring out as I&quot;m still sorting things through, you know? I have a date with Dash, I&quot;m working at Aj&quot;s farm, modeling for Rarity...now this? I can&quot;t have all of you and I don&quot;t want to just yet. I wanna explore.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks at you questioningly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean by exploring?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I think you both know pretty well what I mean.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear their true ages in their voice, their inner adult they speak to much more of in Equestria probing in thoughts of rationale, responsibility, and logic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I see. I&quot;m sorry, we should&quot;ve known. You&quot;re just a kid, still figuring things out like the rest of our friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods in agreement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It&quot;s easy to forget we&quot;re not kids anymore when we&quot;re here. Being back at school, having crushes, talking about boys&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like the childhood I didn&quot;t even know I missed out on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset looks at Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We&quot;re just two big mare-children, huh Twi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She answers with another sad chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this, you realize just how strange this is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Technically, these are young adults who&quot;ve made it as the genius prodigies when they were young at their world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here, however, they relived a life they could only find within a book.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset probably got a taste of social appreciation...probably went power-hungry with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, however, knew her limits, had already experienced meeting friends apparently, but only recently when she was no longer a young girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or filly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Point is: they must&quot;ve never had a chance to &quot;explore&quot; themselves&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at them, a spark of an idea shimmering in your eye as you find a potential solution to this mess.</span><br />&quot;...What if we just &quot;explored&quot; for now? If something like love comes from it, then we let it happen. Just, you know...fun?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This piques their interest some, as they both raise their brows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just regular sex with the guy we love&quot;as friends?&quot; asks Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;And as teenagers. And hey, you and Twilight could have something meaningful...and, I dunno, if something comes from that which makes me...well, maybe something nice will come out of it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight squirms at this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-wait, I don&quot;t know if that&quot;s a good idea...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset, unlike Twilight, feels very open to the idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I kinda want to though,&quot; she admits. &quot;I mean, we never got to do this type of thing when we were in high school, did we?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head a timid &quot;no&quot;, but still has yet to be persuaded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yeah, but I...well&quot;I don&quot;t want something that&quot;s just sex.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Who said it has to be like that though? Think of it as a date, the three of us trying to get along, see how we feel about each other,&quot; you say. &quot;It&quot;s exploring, and if we find there&quot;s love in it, then what&quot;s the problem?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You in Twi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks unsure, a clear conflict in her mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, experimentation, arousal, and a little bit of something else win her over...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little bit of exploring never hurt anyone I guess.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Let&quot;s get started then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re pretty certain you&quot;re in love already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><br />&quot;So how should we start?&quot; you ask, eager, ready, but ultimately unsure, just like you&quot;re friends as of right now.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight swallows dryly, a suggestion in her throat creeping up as she nervously raises her hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We could just, um, kiss?&quot; she says with rosy cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Sunset to see if this is agreed on. With a shared nod, it is decided.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s then that things start happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t know what that means, but it just does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset and Twilight, both sit up on their knees, growing close together as they both let out awkward breaths, their breathing labored and stomachs clenched.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When they&quot;re barely a foot apart, Twilight gains enough courage to look at Sunset in the eyes with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, I&quot;ve wanted this for a really long time, by the way&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile is not only returned, but received from Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. Yeah, me too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shakily, the two lean their foreheads against one another, their faces closer than two peas in a pod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their noses gently bump against each other, but with a slight giggle from Sunset, it&quot;s dismissed as nothing too embarrassing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, she opens her mouth to say something to break the intense silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, she just hangs her jaw low, not sure of what to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, something takes over, and her next words officially set off the chain reaction that will result in the big bang of tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I love you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, Twilight loses it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two press their lips together passionately, their tongues intertwining with each other as they open themselves up to their lover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of smacking lips and high-pitched moans is extremely satisfying to hear, and seeing the sheer passion in it is marvelous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s hand lays on the back of Twilight&quot;s head, her free one pulling her closer to her body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight is, interestingly enough, more adventurous in where her hands go.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Under your pajama pants, your erect member remains holstered by the ill-fitting fabric in the groin area, poorly concealing the large bulge under the cloth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this, Sunset grins whilst continuing to kiss Twilight Sparkle, her teal eyes pooling with lust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Noting Shim-Sham&quot;s distractedness, Twilight ceases her kisses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? What&quot;s wrong, Shimmy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset only proceeds to grin as she points to the throbbing mass in your pajamas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You thinking what I&quot;m thinking, Twilight?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The purple bookworm&quot;s face flusters, but the nervousness she had held in her before continues to slowly release as the three of you grow accustomed to such lewdness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles eagerly, more like a mischievous child than Sunset&quot;s sultry grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both, however, carry that look of sly smugness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash would be proud...or jealous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look them both in the eye with a corny smile.</span><br />&quot;Uh, you guys are talking about my dick, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re given a playful roll of the eyes from them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. Yes, we are talking about your penis, Anon,&quot; answers Twilight.</span><br />&quot;Oh. Ok...Wanna see it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pull off your goddamn pants already,&quot;commands Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jeeringly murmur something about them not even asking you to dinner first, and stand up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls, still on the floor sitting, look up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They stare at the bulge, barely contained by your pajamas, they stare at your shirtless body, soaking in the defined muscles you&quot;ve worked hard for, and they stare at your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the waistband of your pajamas, looking at the two of them as you begin slipping out of your remaining bit of attire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They stare at your man-hips, your muscular legs, but one things stands out the most.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And yes, you mean that both literally and figuratively.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cock stands out at attention, springing into action once it bounces out from the waistband.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d like to think of it as you being a cowboy, and your cock being a gun, quick-drawn out and ready to fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls gasps at seeing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The response is quite positive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Holy shit&quot;&quot; marvels Sunset. &quot;That&quot;s...that&quot;s pretty good.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? It&quot;s just, like, somewhat above average&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I beg to differ. Most mares couldn&quot;t handle that in Equestria,&quot;sates Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But horse dicks are bigger, aren&quot;t they?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bah, nevermind, just shut up and take the damn compliment.</span><br />&quot;Uh, wow, thanks. You girls, uh, won&quot;t have any issues with it then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset scoots herself forward on her knees, standing in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno, I sure could use a taste,&quot; she says, removing her shirt, showing her topless body for the world as her breast are freed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, by the way, her tits are godly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re round and robust, a great size and shape to play with, easily a large C cup bordering on a D.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s reaction, upon seeing them, is as comical as Spike seeing a picture of Rarity naked, in that her jaw drops and her tongue nearly roll out like a dogs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares at Sunset&quot;s breast in awe, biting her bottom lip as her eyes follow every minute jiggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you blame her of course, you&quot;re staring too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An awkward silence falls; it&quot;s just you and Twi, gazing at Sunset&quot;s rack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes avoid all contact with the two of you as when she discovers this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don&quot;t have to stare at them so much,&quot; mutters Sunset shyly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat awkwardly as you and Twilight remove your eyes from the golden pair of breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's still that silence, one which causes her to eventually groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That doesn&quot;t mean you can&quot;t look at them either, just...y&quot;know...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yippe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You happily stare at the ta-tas alongside Twilight once again, enjoying the view more than either of you probably should.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset tries to warm up to the attention, and, embarrassingly so, finds it relatively easy and straight-forward to allow herself into this type of mood and mindset, the back of her mind criticizing her for being so eager.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her bravery now increasing, she proceeds to make her way to you, her luscious breast raising with each nervous breath she takes and a red hotness dwelling inside her heart that guides her every action.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On her knees, her face is at level with your stiffened member as it proudly stands at attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From down below, her eyes glance up at you, silently asking if she should go for it, if she should be the one to do the first remembered action of what is soon to be an unforgettable night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a small nod and a scared smile from you, her permission is granted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something between the two of you feels even all of a sudden.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What it is, you don&quot;t know or care; it&quot;s already past you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have no idea how long I've waited for this,&quot; breaths Sunset, just before she crooks her finger at Twilight, who points at herself mouthing the words &quot;me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's met with a wink and a smile from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C&quot;mon, Twi, let's do this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly but surely, she obeys her new lover and crawls to the space next to Sunset, her eyes trying to not stare at your erection, but she just can&quot;t look away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Worry, curiosity, and vast temptation causes her voice to tremble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are we going to do&quot;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s eyes go half-lidded, hazily staring at Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just trust me, okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the like of Princess Twilight Sparkle, a hero whom had saved not only her world but your own, it seems she can't help but feel herself get goosebumps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was scared in just the right way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And somehow, you knew she was in love with it.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two sit on their knees, a closeness that succeeds in intimidating you all that can&quot;t be ignored, strangely turns to motivation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset slowly raises her hand, nearing it to your shaft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way she does so is not quick, but slow, like putting your hand close to a lion to tame it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t really blame her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They don&quot;t even know what a guy&quot;s junk feels like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, her hand makes the first contact with a firm grasp, but her soft palms make you welcome it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her golden cheeks turn a brilliant crimson, but then begin to flare at the exact moment the touch is made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s shared between all three of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, embarrassment turns to quick fascination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up at you from her knees, her eyes with a wondering, curious gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It feels strange.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How so?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It&quot;s, like, hard, but&quot;fleshy? I think that&quot;s the right word.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tugs on it a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, fleshy&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to slightly move her hand across it, stimulating you even further, eliciting a quiet breath to pant out of your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up at you, realizing what she just did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin goofily, mentally slapping yourself.</span><br />&quot;Heh, s-sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, uh, it&quot;s alright...is that how I&quot;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does it again, this time with more intent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels great.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, just like that, but faster.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see,&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, Sunset?&quot; cracks Twilight, breaking through her nervousness to speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset nods in recollection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;d almost forgotten about Twilight. Almost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What should I do&quot;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...take off your clothes&quot;&quot; Sunset stammers. &quot;Please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight opens her mouth, nodding in confirmation with an awkward weight in her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does undress, albeit nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As this happens, Sunset returns her attention to your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With intent and purpose, she starts pumping it with a quicker pace and a firmer grasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your heart races, her breaths become more heavy as she continues.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can practically feel it tickle the head of your cock at moments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you mind, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, small grunts escape from you due to the pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;R-ready,&quot; stammers Twilight, now topless, twiddling her thumbs together nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset freezes mid-jerk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you look to see why, your jaw drops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, she&quot;s incredible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tits, a perfect B cup, look just right, somewhere around the size of a well-grown pair of fruit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her &quot;girls&quot; hold no marks or veins, only the clearest skin ever seen by man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her shoulders are not wide nor her waist, but that didn&quot;t mean they were nonexistent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quite the contrary in fact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body looks like that of a tight-fitting hourglass, her normal sized attributes, while not as large as some of her other friends&quot;, were certainly a lot more defined than several of them could ever hope for, Twilight&quot;s body rivaled only by Rainbow Dash&quot;s compact physique.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the things you like about Twilight&quot;s tits is they are actually /not/ godly, like Applejack&quot;s or Sunset&quot;s, but seemed to have been the one pair that has found the perfect medium.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re enough for some decent cleavage, good enough to fondle, perfect for all purposes, and they looked great for their proportions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at her appreciatively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body reminds you of a hyper-feminized version of Donatello's famous statue of David.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, not Michelangelo's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That&quot;s a different one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The point is: Twilight&quot;s stunning, a truly perfect amalgamation of basic attributes made into a living work of art.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing about her is too much or too little; a perfect, divine in-between.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The perfect &quot;Girl next door&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hips, while not wide as Sunset&quot;s, were still shapely enough, and their daintiness along with her slightly-diminutive figure gave her a sweet, innocence that only someone like her could even attempt to pull off.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She curls up a bit out of her own insecurities, hiding from the heavy stares she receives.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is this alright? I&quot;m, uh, not sure about my human anatomy as much as I am about my pony form.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile warmly as Sunset does so as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both speak at the same time on accident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re perfect.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re beautiful.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smiles, nervously, but with a warmth in her heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows you and Sunset speaking at once was an accident, but it somewhat feels like it was intentionally part of fate&quot;s plan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adorably, Twilight thanks you with a trembling nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The praises met from the both of you gives her more confidence, and she finds herself a bit further prepared for what may be the greatest night of her life in the human world, a world where she can be young and naive&quot;a world where she can finally act like a child.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, like a child, she of course can be clueless and uncertain of the path she must choose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In turn, she must ask how to continue with this, a question that deep down, all three of you know are uncertain of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She clears her throat awkwardly, wracking her brain for answers that, while suitable in the realm of the fictitious stories she&quot;s engorged herself with, prove themselves to be be unmistakably ridiculous&quot;let alone plain awkward&quot;to pursue in such an early and vague period in time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a shakiness in her voice, she asks &quot;What should I do now...?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now as you said, all three of you deep down do know not the answer, but Sunset realizes something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There isn't one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatever you want,&quot; winks Sunset. &quot;We make our own rules tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart feels like it swoons when it hears Sunset&quot;s alluring voice answer with such confidence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, in response to the fiery-haired vixen, focuses her gaze on you, then darts back to her, a hesitant, curious expression on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you...you don&quot;t mind if I&quot;?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course not,&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then looks back at you.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you&quot;re okay with&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;Of course I am.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sound just as nervous/excited as her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was it Pinkie used to say?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something like &quot;Nervouscited&quot; or whatever?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With rosy cheeks, Twilight steps closer towards you and more of her is revealed to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d have looked at her previously hidden womanhood, gaze down her legs, all that good stuff; however her eyes prove to be far more captivating as she slowly approaches you with gentle, timid footsteps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she is close enough, not even a foot away from you, her arms go and hang themselves around your shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your own around her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're nice and shapely despite the small frame of Twilight, but they&quot;re excellently well-defined.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes continue to cling onto your own as her breast hang and tap against your chest a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both shudder as chills wrack their way up your spine, the same going for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gulps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you sure you want me to...y&quot;know...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cup her cheek with a slightly shaky hand.</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m positive,&quot; you tell her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both smile, appreciating the closeness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re a nice guy, Anon,&quot; she states. &quot;I, uh, think you&quot;re pretty cool.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'd compliment you, but Sunset sucking my dick is a bit distracting.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scoffs out a tiny laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's just, y&quot;know, kiss then.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'd like that,&quot; you say quietly, your faces getting closer to one another.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, your lips touch, and your body prickles to life with fireworks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss has been sealed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two words go off in your head as this happens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heaven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s lips are soft and gentle, just as the kiss itself is instead of something wild and driven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This, however, is not unwelcomed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This kiss is slow and kind and lovingly passionate; it&quot;s like as soon as your eyes closed into it, a peaceful world of sensation from Twilight&quot;s tongue against your own and Sunset fapping your erected cock have taken you over.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The breath that&quot;s shared from Twilight is magical, as is the moment between all three of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way her lips smack against yours, the sensation of this closeness&quot;it&quot;s absolutely intoxicating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss begins to break as both your lips start to part away from each other, the two of you panting more out of astonishment than an actual need for air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she pulls backs, you can feel her hands on your shoulder trembling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks at you, her pupils dilated, eyes flooded with a mix of emotions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She struggles, trying hard to find words from the huge storage of information in her mind that simply lacks the ability to handle such a new and raw experience.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few seconds, she finds some that feel the most appropriate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Was that good?&quot; she asks in a hushed whisper, her voice worried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rest your forehead against her&quot;s, then, with the hint of a smile, pecks her lips affectionately.</span><br />&quot;I loved it,&quot; you say, rubbing the tip of your nose against her&quot;s.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles, proud of herself that she managed to appease you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you grin.</span><br />&quot;That&quot;ll be twelve dollars and fifty cents.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A good amount of nervous tension leaves her face as she giggles, a genuine smile spread wide across her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have no idea what you're talking about,&quot; she says, playfully pretending the she is, in fact, totally unaware.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise a brow at her with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles again.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, look, Pinkie is the one who ate most of it, try talking to her about it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Maybe I will.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You don't even need it though since you&quot;re fired anyways. Besides, you said your wallet was pretty big when it came to tips when you tripped on me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You accidentally pulled me down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well it's not my fault you fell for me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I was supposed to be the witty one in this little break, by the way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then why don't we just continue?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod with a silly, thoughtful look on your face.</span><br />&quot;Why I do say that methinks that, m&quot;lady, is an excellent idea.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you and Twilight pull back in for the kiss, smiling into it just a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, down below the two of you, Sunset Shimmer gets the most glorious view of Twilight&quot;s ass, aimed at her face right next to the current dick she&quot;s wanking&quot;as in /your/ dick, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she notices the sudden spike in sexual comfort with each other, an idea strikes her as she glances between Twilight&quot;s supple cheeks, right above her feminine thigh gap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins noting the silhouetted shape of the cute, anticipating womanhood that drips with each passing moment, the fluids dripping alongside the interior of the space between her legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset grins to herself and stops jerking you off, causes you to be confused for a moment, but remained focus on kissing Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises your member upwardly, the tip making it almost to your belly button...almost, and observes the small dribbles of precum, a handy impromptu-lubricant for Sunset as she gives you this handjob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, this is no longer a mere handjob&quot;not for long, anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your cock up straight, it&quot;s entire underside remains vulnerable to Sunset, who simply can&quot;t help but lick her lips as she admires your length.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lewd...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Things get more surreal when she makes eye contact with you, her teal eyes gleaming with something dangerous, something fierce.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Something she liked.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With one hand holding your cock up vertically, she then decides to raise her other hand, this one approaching the space between Twilight&quot;s thighs, her movements slow and deliberate like a serpent, all the while her intense stare keeps a hold of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the stare from her continues, her head approaches your cock&quot;s underside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, something surprising happens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets her tongue out of her mouth, the hot breath against the skin of your erection causing the entirety of your cock to tremble and your spine to tingle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right as her hand is about to make contact with Twilight&quot;s sweet-spot, she proceeds to lick the underside of your shaft from the very base, right where the scrotum ends and the shaft begins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you release a rumbling moan into the kiss with Twilight, Sunset decides to finally invades her beloved&quot;s private area as well, knowing exactly where her fingers should go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Twilight can&quot;t help but break the kiss once more, gasping at these sudden sensations, moaning as the two of you hold on to each other like lovers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shimmer, either from self experience or with the help of others, knows how to get a reaction from Twilight, that's for sure, and you prove no exception to this either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs her finger gently, but with force, against Twilight&quot;s extremely sensitive clitoris after tracing the shape of her lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight cries out from the severe teasing and her heart flutters as she makes the most sweetest sounds you&quot;ve ever heard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Absolutely incredible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her occupation with Twilight though, Sunset keeps busy in pleasing you as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sees how your shaft has been made slick by her tongue and the reaction she got when doing it was more than positive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her focus turns to a hungry look, staring at your prick with strong eye contact and the focus of a tiger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mouth opens even more, the deeper your cock dwells into her, the texture of her throat and mouth making your toes curl.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a powerful moan alongside Twilight.</span><br />&quot;Holy shit...Sunset&quot;That feels incredible&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mentally applaud how not only is she able to please Twilight, but you at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It seems she has no fear of closeness, her sense of boundaries are certainly off, but like hell that you or Twilight have any objections of that at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is amazing, and you love it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her plump and pillow-like lips help not only in vacuum-sealing her mouth shut, but also assist by using their strength to help milk your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The insides of her cheeks make it seem so wonderful; the warm, wet walls of her mouth and the soft but talented tongue that swirls under the belly of your dick all work together, engulfing your entirety with the suctioning force of a black hole.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ends of her teeth, while careful not to scrape the skin, do scratch over it in an oddly stimulating way just lightly, but she knows not to chase by chances in tearing up your manhood with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your legs mildly quake at the rich sensation of your member pulsating lively within her mouth, wishing for more of such a sweet sensation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to impress you, Sunset starts swallowing further and further.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like the deeper she takes you, the more it causes a tightness in your stomach that come out as deep, hearty groans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes reveal that she struggles with how much further she can actually take herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d definitely say her efforts pay off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hurrkk~!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit she's gagging!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's trying to fucking deep-throat you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You note how the tip of your cock feels past her uvula, and she starts to gag on it even more, the strong muscles in her throat firmly tighten around your prick as she heaves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at her eyes to see tears welling, some even making their way out through the corners as little droplets that have yet to fall down her clenching cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lightheaded with severe pleasure, you pant.</span><br />&quot;Y-you okay Sunny?&quot;<br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With another dry heave, she winks once more, inadvertently causing one of the forming tears to dribble and fall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding she knows her limits, you take her word for it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight in the meantime moans, practically hanging onto your body like a wet towel as Sunset rapidly stimulates her clit, making the girl&quot;s legs spasm sporadically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They shake and tremble, the strange feeling making her jump like a startled animal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her moans&quot;more akin to coos&quot;are sweet and child-like; enthralled, but relaxed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hides her head in the crook of your neck, her sweet little noises muffling themselves there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmphf! Mphf...Mmphf...Mmmm&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, you love how she sounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The impulse to stroke her hair comes naturally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't question it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just decide to do it anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chest practically buzzes from the deepness of your voice as it groans erotically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight probably hears it from where her head lies,mother humming buzzing tickling her eardrum like gentle whispers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Sunset picks up the pace for both of you, standing up becomes a bit more difficult.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There&quot;s a tightness in your abdomen, your muscles are clenching.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you feel a strong pressure about to build up within you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know that if it&quot;s released, you will collapse on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it feels so tempting to just do it now...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fight the urge to keep the stimulation going, but the temptation is strong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With great difficulty, you decide to let them know of your challenge.</span><br />&quot;G-girls,&quot; you groan, getting there attention. &quot;This is hard to do while standing...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight huffs and puffs as she almost limply hangs on to you, her breath nearly all gone except for raspy pants from her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset pulls her head back, mildly gagging as she slides away from your member.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn that feels good too&quot;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she finally removes the dick from her mouth with a succulent sound of released suction, several strands of saliva mixed with precum form and break, the friction of the pulling back eliciting a sharp breath from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She coughs, then breathes after clearing her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...I think it's a good idea to take this down to the floor...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;M...me&quot;.m-me too&quot;&quot; pants Twilight, still tucked in your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With everyone in agreement, you all take to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Twilight and Sunset.</span><br />&quot;Should we change things up a little?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Absolutely. At least let me enjoy something other than sucking dick and teasing Twi,&quot; says Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, that&quot;s right&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She /didn&quot;t/ get to feel pleasure yet.</span><br />&quot;...Okay, I got an idea then. Sunset, I want you to lay down, on your back.&quot;.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You had me at &quot;lay down&quot;.&quot; she remarks, and obeys.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still has her pajama pants on, outlining her hips just perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A plan begins to formulate in your mind.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, you kiss Sunset.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places herself on her knees, next to Sunset so she can kiss her without too much of an angle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;Sunset, I&quot;m taking your pants off.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see her eyes widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh. Um, Okay&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her cautiously.</span><br />&quot;You okay with that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods, but there&quot;s a bit of hesitation in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perfect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you pull down her pajama-pants, you do so slowly, as if slowly teasing yourself for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, you want to take a moment to appreciate the unveiling of what has got to be the greatest hips on Earth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your mind, a choir of angels starts singing from the heavens as just an inch of the pajamas are pulled off, yet an inch that provides what is the closest look you&quot;ve ever had at the hips of a being that transcends those of the gods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s magnificent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d say your eyes are the widest of anything that&quot;s been labeled as &quot;wide&quot; in the history of wideness, but, well, that&quot;d be simply untrue.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hips should take that title.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few more inches, and her waist band is at her pubic bone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The majority of her hips have been revealed, and the choir in your mind sings louder, some of your mental angels crying at the beauty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you finally remove the pajamas from her long, shapely &quot;legs entirely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren&quot;t looking at her legs though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her now absolutely uncovered hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That&quot;s what you were looking at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d grin if you weren&quot;t so awestruck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just need to appreciate their beauty for a moment&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re so&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Anon? Anon, are you okay? There isn&quot;t something wrong with my, um, you-know-what, right?&quot; asks Sunset. &quot;I don&quot;t look, like, wrong, do I?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrong?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;WRONG!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You refrain from sniffling at the most divine sight anyone--nay anything--could bare witness to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were never a holy man, but these hips and how incredibly developed they were made you think of one word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hallelujah.</span><br />&quot;It&quot;s more beautiful than I could&quot;ve ever comprehended,&quot; you whisper, mainly to yourself.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Further down, past her eager womanhood, you pause to observe it alongside with the completely bare hips, now open freely to you and the word, their mere presence kissing your eyes with beauty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Praise be unto.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Praise be unto the hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her whole lower half is custom-made by something beyond this universe, multiverse, or whatever else their is, for the sole purpose of trying to achieve perfection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, perfection is merely a shadow casted by the truly glory that is the extraordinarily defined hips crafted by the stars themselves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you what&quot;s better?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re all yours to play with&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly you approach your hands to her hips, trembling and shaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to take your time, for rushing straight into beauty that is so potent is unwise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand touches the skin of her hips just gently, and&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[spoiler]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebmwYqoUp44[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;MY GOD.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could cry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset looks down her chest to see you looking on at her lower half in astonishment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Anon, seriously, what&quot;s up?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, you rise your head and look her in the eyes with a solemn face.</span><br />&quot;These hips.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;..Yes?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...These hips do not lie.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles, her face a mixture of a laughing girl&quot;s and a flattered woman&quot;s as a patch of red across her cheeks show the tiniest bit of embarrassment, nervousness, and excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks...I&quot;ve been told,&quot; she says with a cute grin as she looks at Twilight. &quot;Just, uh, don&quot;t forget to explore more...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ha.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd be hard not to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then wraps a hand around the back of Twilight&quot;s neck who sits over her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That goes for you too, Twilight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two pull each other into a succulent kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight boldly uses more of her tongue; experimenting with whatever it is that feels right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mouth opens up fully in the kiss with Sunset, and you see that she flicks her tongue against Sunset&quot;s teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, slowly and hungrily, she&quot;s sucking on her lover&quot;s very own tongue, swirling around it with the their eyes relaxing as they share muffled moans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Judging by Twilight&quot;s newfound eagerness, you get the feeling she really likes kissing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perhaps it&quot;s because it&quot;s the first time she&quot;s truly had any like this, and finds herself liking them?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Back on point though, you intend to spelunk into the mighty caverns that these precious hips hold; the precious cunny of Sunny, if you will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to look at the bottom half of Sunset as a whole now, your eyes trailing down from her navel, to her hips from Valhalla, then to her pubic bone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her elegant, golden legs are well-built with great shape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re strong, sturdy legs, but not necessarily thick and extra-developed like Applejack&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But trust me.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re still /plenty/ developed enough compared to some of her friends.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hands trail down her legs, appreciating the form and build of such beautiful appendages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you take your time feeling them, her skin prickles at your gliding touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The skin of her legs is soft, shaven or waxed you&quot;d assume, and their shape is long and elegant much like a giraffe&quot;s neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was like feeling up a statue, but one made of flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In between her legs was a decent thigh-gap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never really notice what the appeal with those are or why you liked them, but they sure as hell think they can be attractive if on the right pair of legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And this particular pair-up of this thigh-gap and these legs, are simply a match made in heaven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her thighs rode up to her glutes, which sadly were lying on the carpet-floor, but judging by what little you could see, she had quite the supple buttocks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Twilight and Sunset giggle and moan into their shared kisses, you decide to take further initiative much as Sunset had a moment ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You force your gaze back to her eyes.</span><br />&quot;Sunset, I&quot;m goin&quot; in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not a word spoken, just a wide, dark, and hungry grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that right there was her consent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With clear direction, you spread her long legs open from within her thighs, revealing her&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes widen and look back up at her for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn&quot;t see you, too focused on fondling Twilight&quot;s breast (which in hindsight you should&quot;ve done when in Sunny&quot;s position), then you focus back on her treasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gawk, stunned by her womanhood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s...it&quot;s unreal!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perfectly smooth, her labia in an even, perfect shape; not one side of it bigger than the other to disrupt such a balance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are no loose, frumpy flaps that hang low either, instead just her daintily shaped lips like the petals of a newly grown flower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gingerly, you make the &quot;petals&quot; blossom as you spread her lips apart, taking a good look at her sweet, frenzied sex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It leaks desperately with liquid arousal, drenching your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gingerly, you spread the lips more to examine the depths of her insides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this, a high-pitched noise whimpers from Sunset needingly.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hole looks tight, like it&quot;s never been properly explored.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of it looks like it&quot;s never been explored now that you think about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her whole cunt is wracked with goosebumps, red and puffy with insane eagerness&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your finger is practically covered in the heat it gives off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s frantic, excited to be in such an intimate experience&quot;an unforgettable first before many.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thought strikes you as you teasingly stroke the sizzling skin surrounding her more&quot;&quot;sensitive&quot; areas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought in turn might be seen as simple; that claiming one&quot;s virginity is seen as important.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, what you realized you&quot;ve failed to acknowledge is that the moment one loses their fabled &quot;purity&quot; is not merely an introduction into the world of flesh, a world of pleasure&quot;it&quot;s one opening themselves to you in an act of total, complete trust where much that is typically hidden is revealed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up from Sunset&quot;s nethers and look at her as she and Twilight continue to kiss with unbridled passion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She notices your stare, as does Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What?&quot; asks Sunset, confused by the delay. &quot;You just enjoying the view?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;I&quot;m enjoying the moment,&quot; you say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're given a pair of friendly smiles.</span><br />&quot;Carry on now. I&quot;ll just be, you know, down here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They do so, resuming their loving kisses with one another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, however, have a kiss of your own planned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Refocusing on Sunset&quot;s eager cunt, you near your face to get a better look at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to be a bit facetious, you blow cold air into it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s sharp yelp serves as your reward from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aaie!!!&quot; she yelps sharply as her lower half clenches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You note her how pussy quivers as she laughs from the mildly shocked action.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight snickers at Sunset&quot;s moment of vulnerability, as do you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She thankfully snickers along, a playful frown on her lips.</span><br /><br /><br />&quot;Sorry, bit much?&quot; you ask with a giggly smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It wasn&quot;t that funny,&quot; she responds with a scoff-like laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno...I thought it was pretty cute,&quot; says Twilight, leaning her nose against Shimmer&quot;s.</span><br />&quot;As did I,&quot; you say, returning back to her privates. &quot;Almost as cute and sweet as your little ol&quot; honeypot down here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You&quot;re making me blush you guys...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset, we&quot;re all blushing,&quot; coos Twilight, moving &quot;herself down to Sunset&quot;s rack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tiny, purple hand cups one the golden teats of the girl, kissing her erect nipple while adding a sensual swirl of her tongue around her areola, and sucks on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she pulls back from it, Sunset&quot;s nipple has become firm and erect and her breast wracked with goosebumps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight flicks it and smiles in nervous satisfaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, sorry. Ever since I came to the human world, I kinda wanted to play with these...Specifically yours&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Even when you first saw me being a bully to Fluttershy?&quot; she questions with heavy breaths in her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods, embarrassed, but proud at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. Yeah, I did. I know I shouldn't have, but you were really hot and...well...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I gotcha,&quot; says Sunset with a pur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to play with Sunset a little and flick her excited clit with no warning whatsoever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, Twi, that&quot;s...Eep!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset practically bleats out a pleasured whimper mid-sentence, interrupted by sudden stimulation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love how she sounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Need more of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gonna make her feel incredible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face then closes in on her cunny as you let out your tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hot breath gently brushes over the blooming flower before noting how it quivers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face dwells deeper into the moist heat set in front of you as the aroma of something primal drives your tongue to make contact with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, with care, you maneuver it up to her sweet, maddeningly hard clit under it&quot;s hood.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset can&quot;t help but whimper from your tongue&quot;s nimbility, sucking in small sips of air as you lick, and give her clit a small kiss teasingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More fluids begin to leak from within her, akin to it almost crying out of a need to be filled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to get your hands dirty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring up your right hand and stare at your fingers, wiggling them with a grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly bring them to her, your pointer finger straight and seeking its target.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a look at her hole, your chest becomes filled with light air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, you&quot;re actually doing this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, you slowly slide into her&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset lets out these strange sounds, probably unfamiliar with the sensation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the bottom of her stomach, she practically hiccups out more of these amusing noises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uhf...O-Ough, f-fuck that feels w-weird&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tummy clenches as your finger goes deeper inside her as Twilight continues to suck on Sunset&quot;s breast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can&quot;t help sink your finger in slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s different from Applejack&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tighter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s a tight, strange world inside of her, not to mention much more difficult to get your fingers into.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s a mysterious den, too small to be a cave, yet still easily a tunnel of love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The walls within it clench around your fingers much more than Applejack&quot;s did, and the slick, almost gooey-like interior practically pulls you in deeper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s so warm inside too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought of having your cock penetrating some like this made your erect member throb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The moist insides with it&quot;s strong, clenching walls that,while tiny, practically engulf the size of whatever enters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to reach the g-spot, knowing where it is from your little roundabout with Applejack earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you push onwards, sticking your finger further into her insides, Twilight gives you a look while nibbling on Sunset&quot;s nipple teasingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you look back at her, her eyes motion to your current, er, place of work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wants to help stimulate her.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, and she removes a hand from one of the breasts, bringing her purple arm over Sunset&quot;s stomach and down to her cunt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places her hand on the clit, knowing how to touch it in just the right way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s that extra moment of touch where Sunset&quot;s lower half jumps in surprise, not expecting the alien touch of a third hand, and unprepared for the mixed and additional stimulation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As her clitoris is pinched, stroked, rubbed, and teased, you begin to crook your finger inside of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Oh f-fuck!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your free hand on her hips, grasping onto them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then scoot up just a little bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddamn those hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gotta praise &quot;em.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss her hip several times, each pressing of your lips welcomed by Sunset as she hums at the gentle and soft pecks laid upon her soft, warm skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;D-don&quot;t judge&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't stop fingering her despite your attention being spread to her lovely, lovely hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, worshipping the hips serves as great motivation as your finger undoubtedly reaches a tiny, tiny spot of odd texture within her sweet cunt&quot;s depths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset literally has to bite her lips to hide her loud yelp as she feels you touch the strange location of odd texture; a high pitch whine mixed with a moan that barely escapes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her spreaded legs tremble when you begin to crook your finger against the tiny area within her fleshy walls, and you slightly slide your finger out slowly, mentally marking where her g-spot was located for later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When part of your finger is pulled out from inside her, the sound of her juices produce a strange &quot;Schlick!&quot; as your digit exits her succulent lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grow to love the sound in an instant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hot moistness of her soft&quot;yet tight&quot;insides was to be savored in your mind, an idea formed on how truly good pussy is and how excited you are to bury your massive erection into her slick womanhood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon,&quot; says Sunset, &quot;Why&quot;d y-you pulled your finger out&quot;&quot;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows what you&quot;re thinking, and Sunset probably does too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They know you&quot;re gotta plunge your dick in there harder than a train ramming into a brick wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They know you're going to pound your sausage into Sunset&quot;s fresh tuna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They know /exactly/ what you&quot;re going to do, and they&quot;re starving for it, like two feral wolves drooling at a juicy slab of raw meat&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But as much as they hunger for you to carry on, despite pretending to be unaware of what you have in mind, they don't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They want you to do it, but even more...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They want you to say it: declare you&quot;re going to go and ride them like an animal all night long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought alone makes your dick diamonds, hard enough to split a wooden board in half if you could karate chop with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The silly image gives you the urge to giggle, but you resist it by managing to pass it off as a smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;m gonna fuck you,&quot; you say to Sunset, but just as much as Twilight if everything goes according to plan. &quot;I'm going to fuck you to the point where you&quot;ll never feel your legs again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pants, her eyes wide with carnal desires, dig deeply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I want it, Anon. I need it...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To smoothen the transition, your return to loving on her hips once again&quot;a mere appetizer before the main course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Sunset gasps repeatedly over Twilight&quot;s clitoral teasing and your hip-loving, she finds herself growing hotter with each passing moment, anticipation and arousal merging into one desperate need.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact that the purple girl also plays with those robust breasts at the same time also goes to show how you all have grown comfortable&quot;maybe too much so, but you&quot;re all comfortable nonetheless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, just as Sunset had been waiting for, you sit onto your knees, staring down at her pleading womanhood as it begs for you.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your erect member already shows itself; it stands tall in your hold as you eyes soak in the sight before you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her teal eyes continue to stab into you, this time more demanding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck me. Fuck me hard.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh sweet lord.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lining yourself up against her entrance is surreal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes you wonder if any of this is real, or just the most vivid dream you&quot;ve ever had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight continues rubbing Sunsets clit, much to her and Sunset&quot;s enjoyment you assure, and focus on your greatest moment ever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give them a look of pride before grinning.</span><br />&quot;Here&quot;s to virginity, sweethearts.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then begin pressing the tip of your length in, and Sunset releases her loudest cry yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She huffs and pants as a way to fight the urge to wriggle, yet finds herself doing so nonetheless as undeniable pleasure overtakes her mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab her hips from under her incredible thighs, and delightfully sink into her warmth slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once your member's head practically pops inside of her completely, her mouth opens to let out a shaky moan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooooooh. Oooh shit. That feels weird...really weird&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;d have to agree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gooey, warmth of Sunset that your fingers ventured into was one thing, and had granted you permission to deeply acknowledge how one could feel immense pleasure if one were allowed their cock inside&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But now, as you realize as you slowly sink into her soft, velvety tunnel, her ribbed walls of moist flesh practically hug your dick tightly, enveloping in just the right way overwhelmingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God you can't help but roll your head back and moan, your hips twitching the more you continue with your shaft&quot;s descent into euphoria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push yourself further within her depths as the sound of Sunset&quot;s moans dance with your own, the two of you both trying to take in as much of each other as humanly possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This, much to her embarrassment, fascinates Twilight as her heart races watching you and Sunset.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to change up her tactics, she goes from rubbing Sunset&quot;s clit to pinching it teasingly, lightly rolling it between her index finger and thumb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can't help it but see a visible similarity to a nipple in that the human&quot;s clitoris is much more like nubs of the nipple, but of course with some vast differences in function.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It intrigues her in that, unlike most ponies&quot; marehoods, humans didn't necessarily wink like she did, instead opting to reveal itself whenever it pleased from her observation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If that was how human females&quot; and their clits worked is something she's uncertain of; she was a pony in a human body, and without proper knowledge of human biology, she could only hypothesize.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, she starts to wonder how Sunset and you feel, finally achieving coitus together and whatnot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What's it like?&quot; she asks curiously, still pinching Sunset&quot;s love-button between her finger and thumb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really do answer truthfully...</span><br />&quot;It's like...fuck...it's like sticking your dick into heaven&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;See? Truthfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...that's an interestingly analogy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then looks at Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You, Sunset?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uhff...his dick...m-makes my...my whole friggin&quot; vagina feel like it's in heaven...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight purses her lips, pausing for a moment, her face red with excitement and embarrassment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah. So it feels good?&quot; she asks,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fully hilt inside Sunset, your lover releasing a loud and voracious moan that shakes Twilight into even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nethers practically drench onto Sunset a little, and maaaaaybe some of the carpet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, however, are a bit preoccupied to notice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your cock fully sheathed by Sunset, the two of you remain still, both of your hot skin becoming slick with sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your whole spindle crawls in a simply delightful way, chills spreading across your shoulders as you notice Sunset&quot;s goosebumps as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stillness is nice, quiet, and well appreciated.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re inside her, she has enveloped you, and as you sit, leaning over as you see her star-struck eyes glisten up at you, the sensation of unity becomes a strong one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find that Sunset&quot;s hands clench on the carpet of the basement floor, her chest and face a bright, blazing red and radiating with heat from her body as the center of her breast rise and sink with intense breaths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She breathes as if she were running a marathon, but her mouth shifts into an open, exasperated smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just holding your length in there, perfectly still is as intense as a bomb defusing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just nice, y&quot;know; the feeling of just being one in flesh, admiring the texture of Sunset&quot;s insides&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell she feels the same way, soaking in the memory of how your shaft feels within her by every bump, its size, its shape, and its girth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a moment of silence, Sunset speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gimme...gimme a moment. Y&quot;know, to adjust to the size&quot;&quot; she says, adjusting her glorious fucking hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she does, minor grunts from her make you chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Its cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Okay, I think I'm good.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shakily nod with a ragged breath.</span><br />&quot;Alright&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve made it this far, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now is your reward.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First, you slowly pull back your cock, the sensation of your member&quot;s skin gliding against her soft insides energizing you like prickles of pleasure, the friction and tightness alone squeezing you inside her like a vice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset let's out a guttural groan as Twilight eventually becomes desperate for some &quot;sort of release, the display being too hot for her to handle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs Sunset&quot;s hand, whimpering like a dog without a bone to play with&quot;pun VERY intended.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sensing the girl&quot;s strong need, Sunset, with her under Twilight still, decides to placate her as begins to gently rub her eager sex with her dexterous digits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this, Twilight&quot;s head leans back with a fresh moan to join the combined ones of you and Sunset&quot;s in a cacophony of pleasurable sounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like how they sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s gasps and moans were primarily quick, yelping noises that often squeaked there way out in a pitch higher than you'd expect of her, swiftly cutting their way of from her in expels of air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes, when something really specific was done, her pitch will go lower with an adorable groan; one which you could practically hear the up and down as she does these cute little dogged pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then the whimpers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really, really like her whimpers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They are, by far, the cutest, most erotic, and spine-tinglingly noises she makes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her whimpers and whines aren't that of pain, but of her being overrun with how sensational the pleasure truly is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s vocalizations are the antithesis however, but certainly captivate you as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is smoky, husky, and while her panting is rather high-pitched consider her voice, she's at her highest whenever a sharp moment of extra pleasure strikes her by surprise, courtesy from you or Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to place your mind into Sunset&quot;s at the moment, putting yourself in her position and wondering what all she's feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You conclude that whatever it is, it's probably awesome.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So does she feel great?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course she feels great!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's practically in heaven by now!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her wild breaths hitch as as your cock once more thrusts into her, initially faster than you had started out with now that you both had adjusted, yet still somewhat slowly as you wanted to find which pace works best.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then again, this time faster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then faster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And eventually, your pounding into her like a goddam animal, her greedy sex bucking towards you by her gracious hips in an attempt to get more of that delicious feeling where you pump through her tightness with all that pleasure in a matter of seconds, each time practically making you twitch and jolt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Its intense, breaths growing louder, hearts running faster; it's simply animalistic, so natural that it transcends the meaning of &quot;good&quot; and instead rises above the word &quot;heavenly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of skin slapping as both your thighs hit against each other with loud claps shows how much this lustful hunger drives you two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her hair sprawled out across the floor, her head thrashes as she loses herself to the fiery passion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You plunge into her with a certain rhythm she reacts well to, one where she ends up twitching her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, her tummy begins visibly clenching as your dick starts to hit something specific.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her g-spot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost forgot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you begin to pound over the sensitive spot within, you&quot;ve officially gotten her at your mercy, claiming ownership to her moans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, the twitching in her hips becomes more noticeable; stronger than they were brief moments ago as they now raise with support on her flexing thighs as her toes begin to curl and eyes begin to lose focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's on the edge with her walls spasming spastically as her moans turn to cries, from cries to ever-loudening wails, and from ever-loudening wails to her jaw wordless gawking open.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes roll to the back of her head as the top half of her body goes completely and utterly limp, her drenched hand falling from Twilight&quot;s pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hips that you held and kissed not long ago begin to thrust and buck at something&quot;anything to get off!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's almost ready, her breaths becoming more wild and inconsistent as she returns her hands to the carpet, clenching them as her toes curl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, with a final thrust, you decide to go as deep as you can, pushing through her pussy like a stake through the heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANNOOOOOOOONN!!!!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That does it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something inside her ignites, and you trigger the explosion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A scream of incomprehensible sweet nothing pierces your eardrums until Twilight quickly silences her so that the others do not wake up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, this turns into Sunset sucking of Twilight&quot;s digit with heavy pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her inside walls flex and squeeze your log of meat, hugging your prick with a moist warmth as her whole nervous system crackles with electricity as she spasms on the floor wildly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her back arches, and she feels something practically blast out of her; so pleasurable that it feels like she's releasing her soul onto your member as her insides practically engulf it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body begins to feel slick with sweat as after all her muscles flex, they become limp and unmovable.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, the warm, gooey fluid squirts out of her with a like oil from an oil rig.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Twilight watch as her screams die down, blinking at her in surprise as her o-face turns into a look of dizzied confusion with the adorable smile of sleepy child after the dentist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head sways on the ground lazily as her once spasming legs fall limply, sprawled out with her stomach slowly rising and deflating with breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes seem to look dazed, like they were seeing the world through a nebulous filter of post-orgasmic euphoria, and a toothy grin is spread across her face lets you see her satisfaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looked like she was tripping.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In between her legs, a puddle of her own cum soaked the carpet with only more oozing down from the inside her sopping pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve yet to cum yourself, but pull out anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lazily moves her head around to look at you and Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A soft, dopey laugh barely makes it way out before being being replaced with a sweet, adorable sigh of content.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tha&quot; wus...tha&quot; wus amazzzing,&quot; Sunset slurs, her voice high as a kite and light as a feather, yet very weighed down with exhaustion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her hazy teal eyes seeming unfocused, they manage to stare at you and Twilight without ever diverting away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were uncomfortably focused with the lewd grin of her&quot;s...</span><br />&quot;So...you&quot;re alright?&quot; you ask, mainly because you don't know what else to say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She happily giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah...waaaay bedder than alright...S&quot;like, w-we all shuld do &quot;dis again sometime&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tiredly lifts up her arm, and places her hand upon Twilight&quot;s own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you expectantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, placing your hand upon theirs as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset&quot;s smile becomes more heartfelt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love yew guysh&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love you two, Sunset,&quot; says Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to kiss her on the forehead.</span><br />&quot;...We just lost our fuckin&quot; v-card,&quot; you tell her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah...preddy&quot;preddy good, h-huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cup her cheek.</span><br />&quot;Was it as good as you'd imagine?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Was...incredible&quot;&quot; she pants. &quot;Probly bedder&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with that, she returns to basking in her orgasmic bliss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle at Sunset until noticing that Twilight stares at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then at your erection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The night&quot;s yet to end.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You playfully clear your throat, causing her eyes to snap back to your own as her cheeks go scarlet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, I just was wondering if you got to, ear, ejaculate&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not yet. Why, you wanna go for a ride?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was the plan, after all&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you shoulda herd the stuff she said while you were in the shower&quot;&quot; chuckles Sunset. &quot;She was talking about you&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Twilight who sheepishly shrugs with a cute grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I, uh, was really impressed by the size of your &quot;wallet&quot; when you fell on me&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I still want the $<span class="nu0">12.50</span>.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;m sorry, what pizza?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Twilight...c&quot;mon. I /knead/ the dough.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She glowers at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why am I attracted to you again?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Good question, why don't you lie down and think about it while I shove my cock in you,mhm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please tell me you're not going to make jokes during my first time&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I&quot;ll shut up now. Now if you&quot;d like to &quot;situate&quot; yourself?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does so, holding onto her hands and knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doggy style.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Noice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, ready when you are&quot;&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hardly hear her though, distracted by the shape of her rear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You absolutely love it,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wordlessly place your hands firmly onto Twilight's ass, who in turn squeaks in surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she realizes you are merely appreciating &quot;dat ass,&quot; she continues to calm herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was anxious, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The well-shaped rear of Twilight Sparkle isn't necessarily huge, per say, but it's very tight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks&quot; shape look unreal in their roundness, a perfect pair of soft, untainted buns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are no indentures, no lines; just some nice, firm, tight booty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These cheeks, you'd say, are to be cupped in one&quot;s hand, massaged, then teasingly pinched &quot;and patted with gentle kisses to peck her smooth bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach your hand, feeling her smooth, soft skin and the fruitful shape it provides to appetize you with.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breath is shaky, a bead of sweat drops from the side of her head before she wipes it off with her forearm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is something you like about Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her maturity and intellect, her reactions to the alien experience of actually participating in these adult acts is so minute, turning her on easily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her kink, it seems, is not knowing for once, and allowing whatever to occur without knowing what comes next.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because of this, she gets invested into the moment extraordinarily well, the slightest touch of your hand feeling up her ass causing her womanhood to drench the insides of her thighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset was enthusiastic, eager and prepared to throw herself into the new rush with only minor hesitance&quot;.but Twilight&quot;s hesitance /is/ her form of that rush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, deciding to give her butt cheek a little peck, then a little...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YIPE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...pinch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shush her gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was going to be nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you just&quot;&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, sorry. Couldn't help it. It was begging me too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives you a frumpy frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not sure if I should feel objectified or flattered.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's by my whole thought process this entire night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nevermind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at her eager womanhood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh lawdy das real good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s tinier than Sunset&quot;s but every bit as delectable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her small pussy it slick with liquid arousal as it practically drips down her the insides of her leg&quot;s thighs, trickling across her chill bump-riddled skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her whole honey pot is red and flared, aching for you to dutifully sheath yourself with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glide a finger between her cunt&quot;s lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her back arches as she thrashes her head up with an unbridled moan of animalistic pleasure, to afterwards she pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hah...Hah...You&quot;re...s-such a tease&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you&quot;ve heard.</span><br />&quot;That a problem.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANON JUST STICK YOUR DICK IN MY FUCKHOLE.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She covers her mouth, eyes wide and cheeks scarlet.</span><br />&quot;...Did you just&quot;?&quot;<br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; she squeaks. &quot;I just...I dunno, maybe I'm on my best cycle or something...just please, put it in me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flick her clit to which she literally trembles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The reaction just doesn't get old...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon&quot;.please&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at her quivering sex with hungry eyes.</span><br />&quot;You ready?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yuh-huh&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly place your hands on her waist, her hips being nice to grasp onto, delicate and well framed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They&quot;re dainty, cute hips that should be treated like a fine dessert, but not yet developed to be properly worshipped such as Sunset&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They feel good to hold though, but you wonder if it's because you like being the big, muscular man holding a tiny, petite girl with a tight body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either way, you like it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lining your length&quot;s tip at her entrance, you feel the heat she gives of as her twat shudders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks tight, if the size of her cunny was as small as it looked&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ll have to ease in more gently than you did with Sunset so she can accommodate your girth and size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the skin of her sensitive lips merely brush against the surface of your head, she begins to whimper like a bitch in heat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her outer lips were not as large and engulfing as Sunset&quot;s, but the smallness up her whole cunt makes the tightness even more so intense, and the softness of her lips softness were a definite plus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pop your head inside her as she sucks in a ton of air with a strong gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He jaw gapes opens as sounds escape from her mouth, each noise becoming more squeaker and cute the deeper you go into her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s so tight, it's actually making it difficult to pound into her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, damn, it's tighter than a vice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But God does it feel good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, you force yourself into her tight chambers of flesh, the slick, velvety walls extended by your member's girth taking up so much space in her that as her muscles try to contract and fits your size, they can barely do so.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s drooling, occasional barks and yelps escaping her as her arms supporting her go completely limp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head lays on the floor as a result, her ass up in the air as her top body practically spasms with impeach inch deeper you go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to hold her hips more firmly so she doesn't jolt the wrong way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, as you reach her hilt, Twilight let's out a long, untamed moan as she begins nconvuosing in a seizure like manner, her body speaking more than her mind,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling out from her, you grunt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That pussy does not want you out of her...but it feels so good as it tries to suck you up inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The warmth, the texture; it all engulfs your gigantic package her she moves around with random twitches, her face more vacant than a vegetable&quot;s.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push back in at a steady pace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You literally can't go faster she's so tight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doesn't matter, even the mere friction of your cock against her moist tunnel is truly a divine experience as it hugs your shaft tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s moans become mindless coos, babbles of no meaning other than the pleasured tones they carry to your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your stomach tighten as a strange feeling overcomes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a rock about to sink into a pond at a hundred miles per hour, the incoming rush of climax makes itself clear, and you find yourself about to face the edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight has come more than once one, you noticed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First, the moment you were as deep as you could go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lost count after four.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, however, are now reaching that which you&quot;ve been denied for this whole goddamn night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you cum .</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Its like a geyser that just went up, spurting powerfully with the force of a fucking tornado.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pleasure of this release you&quot;ve been denied all fucking night is indescribable, your mind a blank from such powerful waves of bliss wrecks your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull out, and collapse in between the two of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;That...was great.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest is black.</span><br /><br /><br />Epilogue:<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yawn, stretching your arms out with a pleasant groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite all your recent trips to the gym, you&quot;ve never been THIS sore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle and Sunset are next to you, snoring soundly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re all naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The others surround you three as they grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have a nice night, Anon?&quot; asks Rarity, the others behind her with their arms folded and grins across their face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;O fug</span><br />&quot;Y-yeah&quot;&quot; you say hesitantly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;With all of us?&quot; adds Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp.</span><br />&quot;...Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well we want ourselves some more, and I don't think any of us got anywhere near close to where three of ya'll have, ya dig?&quot; asks Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod fearfully.</span><br />&quot;S-so what do you want?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their smiles all widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We want you,&quot; they all say in unison.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;$<span class="nu0">12.50</span> for each of you all. Plus an additional $<span class="nu0">2.00</span> for anal.&quot;<br /><br /><br />THAT IS IT.<br />GO TO BED.</div></div>




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