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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&quot;Will you stop eating all of my snack cookies?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Relax, I've only had one.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No you fucking haven't! I saw you stuff like ten in your mouth!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to yank your cookies away from Adagio, but your alpha is insistent</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tried to swipe at the little bag of cookies, mashing your face against her chest as she did so</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you leaned back and forth on the small, shitty, plastic stool you were sitting on, each of you trying to get the cookies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fought the good fight, but it was no use</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your packmate had the overwhelming advantage of being seated in your lap, and those small hands of hers were as quick as a whip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After about five minutes of the two of you making fools of yourselves, she managed to snatch the cookies out of your hand</span><br />&quot;Noooo!&quot; you whined, trying to reach up and grab them as she brought the bag to her opened mouth. &quot;They're mine! Get your own fucking cookies!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio wrapped an arm around you, pinning your face against her chest in a way that made your arms useless</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wiggled and squirmed with all of your might, but the poof was too mighty</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could only watch helplessly as bite-sized cookie after bite-sized cookie fell from the little bag and into her mouth</span><br />&quot;Dagy! Gimme my fucking cookies! Stop eating them! They're the best part of my lunch! Stopeatingmyfuckingcookiesgodammit!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio, her eyes shining, looked down at you as she dropped the now empty cookie bag onto the table and began to chew</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart sunk with each crunch</span><br />&quot;You cunt,&quot; you muttered as you began to hatefully bite at a cloth-covered breast<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel one of her hands reaching up to tickle the back of your neck as she chuckled, sending bits of YOUR cookies everywhere</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stop being such a baby,&quot; she said through her mouthful. &quot;They're just cookies.&quot;</span><br />&quot;They were MY cookies,&quot; you growled, finding her nipple and biting down<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poof tensed in your lap, her thighs slapping together in surprise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A playful growl escaped her throat as you began to apply more pressure</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It made you want to bite down harder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you REALLY didn't want to hurt poof over some stupid cookies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Even though you actually kinda did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those are your fucking cookies...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she finished chewing, she swallowed, licking her lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know why you get so worked up over a bunch of cookies. If you wanted more you could have packed the whole box for lunch if you wanted.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's the principle of the thing! I can't just bring more than one bag of cookies to lunch!&quot; you said, poking her in the stomach. &quot;That was the special part, the reward that I get after finishing everything else, and you just fucking ATE them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;On either side of you, grump and lil' blue giggled as they ate their lunches</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bitches...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They could have helped you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They could have saved your cookies from certain doom...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio rolled her eyes as you began to sulk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you really that worked up that I ate your cookies?&quot; she asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You said nothing, only looking up at her and frowning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking her head, poof got out of your lap and stood up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine, if you're going to be a crybaby about it then I'm sorry,&quot; she said, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling your face against her belly. &quot;I'll go and get you some more cookies if you want them so bad. Will you forgive me then?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes narrowed as the bottoms of her breasts rubbed against the top of your head</span><br />&quot;...Go and see if they have some of the ones that they make homemade here,&quot; you commanded, poking her leg. &quot;If they do, get me two of them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh course, my jewel,&quot; the siren murmured, running her fingers through your hair. &quot;I'll get you the best cookies that they have in this cesspool.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ignored the other girl's giggles, nodding</span><br />&quot;You better,&quot; you grumbled<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Patting the top of your head like a dog, Adagio released you and made her way to the snack line</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With poof no longer taking up all of your vision, you could see your other girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both Sonata and Aria were both eating their lunches</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And by eating you meant EATING</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They had already gone through the sandwiches that you made this morning, and the fruit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of them were now working on the tacos that you had leftover from the night before</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All twenty of them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you waited for your cookies, you sat back and just marveled at how much your girls put away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though all three of them were half of your size, the sirens ate like a trio of burly lumberjacks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Big lumberjacks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They ate more than you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you were pretty sure that they ate more than anyone else that you've ever met</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you knew a guy that was a competitive eater for a living</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Breakfast, lunch, dinner, it didn't matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second that you put the food down they began shoving it in their faces like they hadn't seen food in days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sighed, looking back down at what was left of YOUR lunch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would have liked to finish it up, but you knew that you couldn't</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poof was not only the one to sit in your lap during lunch time, she was the one that fed you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't allowed to touch the food; only she could</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why, you had no idea</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio didn't do this for breakfast or dinner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feed yourself during those, and both grump and blue could sit in your lap to their heart's content if they wanted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But right now, that was a big no-no</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A BIG no-no</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As usual, when you asked about it, they said that it was a siren thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bullshit siren culture...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why the fuck couldn't you feed yourself?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did a cookie thief have to feed you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the large bag of Ruffles cheddar and sour cream chips that you had put in Grump's lunch this morning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They looked good...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Real good...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grump, as if sensing your stare, paused mid-bite and looked over at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot; she asked through a mouthful of taco</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you could answer, she followed your gaze toward her chips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thoughtful expression coming to her face, she then leaned over and looked toward the snack line</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason or another, a smile came to her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A devious, delighted smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same smile, you recalled, that she usually wore right before she got suspended</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want some of my chips, Anon?&quot; she asked, getting up and hopping into your lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Humming to herself, grump wiggled around to get more comfortable before reaching over and grabbing the chips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrapping an arm around your head, and pulling you against her ample bust, she opened the bag and reached inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd be happy to give you some,&quot; she cooed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Beside you, Sonata had stopped inhaling her food to look at the two of you wide-eyed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aria! What are you doing?&quot; she asked. &quot;You're going to get in trouble if Dagy sees--!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grump continued to hum as she leaned down and nuzzled you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulled out a couple of chips from the bsg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on, eat a couple before Ms. Mean gets back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watched as the chips slowly made their way toward your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This probably isn't a good idea...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Licking your lips, you opened your mouth, awaiting the cheddar-y, sour creamy goodness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria chuckled, looked far more pleased than she should have</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's right, you open up nice and wi--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From halfway across the cafeteria, you heard a shout</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not two seconds later, something flew through the air and smacked grump right in the mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;DFJBVdkjfbvd!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The siren, sputtering, nearly fell out of your lap in surprise, showering both you and her with chips as she threw up her arms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watched as what hit her in the face bounced off her teeth and landed on the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a cookie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cookie wrapped up in the cheap, shitty wrapping that the school used</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ARIA!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria, looking frazzled by the sudden and unexpected attack, stiffened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both you and her looked over to see Adagio stomping toward your table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had a cookie clenched in a hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And BOY did she not look happy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all were going to be in the school paper again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the heck, Adagio?&quot; grump said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. &quot;What the heck are you--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You get off of him RIGHT NOW or so help me I will MAKE you!&quot; poof interrupted, her teeth bared</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This caused Aria to bare her fangs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't you fucking make me?&quot; she demanded, mashing your face a little more firmly against her boobs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This, it seemed, was the wrong move, because you swear to God you could see FLAMES in poof's eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, in front of God and every single person in the lunchroom, your packmate let out this weird bark-growl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria, eyes narrowing, released you and stood up, letting out a bark-growl of her own</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of them marched toward each other, hands balled into fists and their fangs gleaming in the artificial light of the room, until they were forehead-to-forehead, growling like a couple of weirdos</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was one of those dominance things wasn't it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not wanting a fight, you brushed the chips from your shirt and began to stand up</span><br />&quot;Come on girls. Stop that shit and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SHUT UP!&quot; they both barked, so loud that the students sitting around them jumped</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mouth snapping shut, you quickly sat down as they stared each other down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And stared...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And stared...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This staring went on for a long, long while</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since the teachers weren't stupid enough to intervene--they still remembered what happened to the gym teacher no doubt-- all that any of you could do was just quietly sit there and wait for the worst</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe the worst wouldn't happen though?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe this was just some weird thing where they had a stare-off?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were pretty sure that gorillas did something like that, and you didn't see why magical fish monsters wouldn't</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before anyone could reach, Adagio reached over to the nearest table, grabbed a metal lunch tray, and smacked Aria right in the chops with the thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grump let out this yelp-whine as the blow lifted her into the air and sent her colliding with a table full of students</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as she landed, however, grump was back on her feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looked perfectly fine, growling menacingly before charging toward the poof</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio dropped the tray--which now had a lovely faceprint of grump-- and charged right at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two collided with no small amount of force</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;CUNT!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;BITCH!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'LL SHOW YOU!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something flew up into the air as they smacked together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, along with most of the students in the lunchroom, watched as it fell toward you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was the other cookie that Adagio had in her hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'M GOING TO TEAR YOUR ARMS OFF!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;FUCK YOU!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YOU INSIGNIFICANT, PATHETIC, WORTHLESS--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You caught the cookie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though a little squished, it was still perfectly edible, and warm to boot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unwrapping the cookie from its packaging, you took a big bite out of it and looked back toward your two girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio had Aria in the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grump was thrashing around and biting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two girls were still growl-barking and cussing each other out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;STOP BITING ME!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;FUCK OFF! I'M GOING TO BITE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YOU LITTLE--&quot;</span><br />BANG!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OW! WHAT THE HECK, ADAG--&quot;</span><br />BANG!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OW! QUIT IT!&quot;</span><br />BANG!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;THAT FUCKING HURTS!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You began chewing your cookie as your alpha began slamming poor grump against a table, humming as the semi-melted chocolate chips hit your tongue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmmm...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was still warm...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly swallowing your mouthful of cookie, you were about to take another bite when someone ELSE settled in your lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was lil' blue</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was watching the fight with interest as she nommed on the other cookie that poof had thrown over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Boy oh boy, Dagy is kicking Aria's butt,&quot; she muttered with a wiggle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked up at blue, a sinking feeling coming to your stomach</span><br />&quot;Sonata, you might want to--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your spider senses began to tingle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ohfuckingshitsomethingscoming!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without a second thought, you ducked under the table as best as you could</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not half a second later, Aria--thrown through the air by poof--smashed into blue and sent her flying out of your lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;DFKNVDLKF!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both her and grump slammed into a table full of students before hopping to their feet and immediately started going after each other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cookie still in hand, you picked your head up and looked around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now Sonata was doing that weird bark-growl thing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking over your shoulder, you saw poof racing toward the two as fast as she could in those weird high heels of hers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'M GOING TO BEAT THE STUPID OUT OF BOTH OF YOU!&quot; she roared</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took another bite out of your cookie as she hopped onto a table and jumped elbow first toward the other two</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pained whines filled the air as they all crumbled to the air into a pile of fists and teeth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OW!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ARE YOU TWO OUT OF YOUR DAMN MINDS?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;FUCK YO--OW!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OW! LET GO OF MY HAIR!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;NO!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where did Sonata's cookie go?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She better not have dropped it on the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was supposed to be YOUR cookie...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you were about to look around for it, ANOTHER butt found itself in your lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a groan</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who the fuck was it this time?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cinnamon invaded your senses as red and gold hair came into view</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pair of small, slender hands wrapped around your neck, pulling your cheek into a bust that wasn't quite as big as Sonata's, but still a good deal bigger than grump's</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the heck are those three doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked up to see a green pair of eyes, bright and mischievous, stared down at you</span><br />&quot;Oh, hey Shim Sham,&quot; you said, taking another bite out of your cookie. &quot;What the heck are you doing here? I thought you had gym class or something this period.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset Shimmer, aka the person that had helped you settle into this crazy world, aka the Sirens &quot;parole officer&quot;, aka bacon, gave you a cheeky grin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl was wearing a pair of slightly too-small shorty shorts and a just as tight shirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair was tied back into a pony tail and you could definitely smell sweat on her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was, but I heard that your girls were going bananas again, so I wanted to come over and see what was going on,&quot; she explained, watching as Sonata gave Adagio a fucking azure drop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unsurprisingly, it wasn't very effective</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what's going on? Am I going to need to get the other girls?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OW!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;FUCK YOU!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YOU TWO GET BACK OVER HERE! I'M NOT DONE YET!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset, the fucking food thief that she was, tried to pull some of your cookie apart when she thought that you weren't looking, only for you to slap her hand away</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was your cookie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;YOUR. COOKIE</span><br />&quot;No, no, it's fine,&quot; you assured. &quot;They're just... being them I guess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you watched as Adagio threw Sonata over a table, then grabbed another metal tray so that she could lay into grump</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset grunted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giving your head a pat, she pressed more of her weight against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, if you say so,&quot; she said in bemusement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was then you remembered what had happened the last two times when someone was dumb enough to sit in your lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no...</span><br />&quot;Sunny, get your fat ass out of my lap. The others are--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A growl, long and low and threatening, filled the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stiffened, noticing that the sounds of fighting had ceased</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly turning, you saw each of the girls staring at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all were battered and a bit bloody</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio's hair was a mess and Aria had a fat lip, while blue's top was torn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each and every one of the girls had their fangs bared</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their eyes glowing and narrowed, and their body language was tense and angry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls slowly made their way toward you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunny, it seemed, had also noticed the change in mood, eyeing the sirens with a small, puzzled frown on her face</span><br />&quot;Sunset,&quot; you said calmly. &quot;Don't make any sudden movements. They detect that shit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are they doing, Anon?&quot; she asked out of the corner of her mouth, leaning down toward you</span><br />&quot;I'm pretty sure that they're about to come over here and tear your arms off,&quot; you calmly told her<br /><br />&quot;Huh,&quot; Sunset murmured, just as calm as you as she scratched her chin. &quot;I guess I can see why they wouldn't want me sitting here. I mean, I know that I'd beat the tar out of someone that sat in my stallion's lap...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls came ever closer, death in their eyes</span><br />&quot;They're not going to beat you up, Sunny. They're going to tear your arms off,&quot; you corrected<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now, you liked Sunny</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was a pretty alright horse-girl, all things considered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you didn't want any part of her to be torn off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even a little bit</span><br />&quot;Now, what we gotta do is distract them. I'll take my shirt off and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you began to go over your escape plan, a smile came to Sunny's face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A crazy smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kind of smile that you didn't very much care for</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you could finish your sentence, bacon spread her legs, reached under her ass, and grabbed your cock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SDKnfsldknslknlk!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HONK!&quot; she chirped</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You twitched in startlement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl's eyes widened as she then hopped up and made a beeline toward the cafeteria exit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck is wrong with that--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An unholy sound escape Aria's throat as she threw back her head and roared</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both her and Sonata took off after her as poof sprinted toward you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of them fast but Sunset was just a bit faster</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The crazy bitch was giggling as she dodged and weaved through the tables, her eyes glowing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That stupid fucking--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grunted as Adagio, growling, slammed into you</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why is it the SECOND that I take my eyes off you that something like THIS happens?!&quot; she snarled, rubbing herself against you. &quot;I can smell her scent all over you... That stupid Equestrian!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sighed, looking down at your hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cookie was gone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the floor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ruined</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Destroyed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;FUCK</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing your eyes, you wrapped your arms around poof and bit her tit as hard as you could</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddamn lunch time...</span></div></div>




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