- >Your eyes shoot open as you the rising sun’s rays seep through your bedroom windows.
- >Their warmth laps over you, matching the heat that hid beneath your blankets.
- >Birds begin their usual chatter, squawking and screeching their songs and morning hellos.
- >Grabbing the edge of the covers, you rip them off in a fast, fluid motion, making your body vulnerable to the cold room.
- >Shivers travel down your spine as you quickly make your way to the bathroom to perform your usual morning routines.
- >Toothbrush in hand, you turn on the shower, letting it run so that it warms up for a more ideal entrance.
- >You begin brushing your teeth, stroking up and down, back and forth, side to side; it was like watching a musical conductor command his orchestra.
- >Spitting out the used toothpaste from your mouth, you give a final rinse before jumping into the hot shower.
- >The water burns, but in a pleasant manner, warming you up almost instantly.
- >Grabbing the bar of soap, you lather up your body, putting most of your focus into the groin area.
- >Today would be the day!
- >The day where you would finally get break this ongoing streak.
- >You’ve been talking to a mare for quite a while with the sole intention of ‘getting in her pants’, figuratively speaking.
- >In the same sense, it quite obvious she wanted the same thing, but you both were waiting on the other to make the first move.
- >Being the male counterpart of this ‘relationship’, it was a simple fact you would have to be the one to do it.
- >Rinsing the soap off your body, you lather up your junk one last time for good measure: No female has ever complained about a good smelling dick.
- >Rinsing the lather once more, you shut the shower off and open the curtain.
- >Reaching out for your towel, you dry your body, making sure not to miss any spots.
- >You venture out of the bathroom into the cold room, quickly making your way to the dresser to grab some clothes as the cold air relentlessly attacks you.
- >Socks? Check.
- >Lucky boxers with pink hearts covering ever inch of their fabric? Check.
- >Clean dress shirt? Check.
- >Clean dress pants? There was nothing in the drawer.
- >Searching frantically, you can’t seem to find them anywhere.
- >Crap!
- >That’s right!
- >You had worn them a few days ago when you went out to lunch with her.
- >Opening the closet door, you dig into the laundry basket, throwing aside piles of underwear and crusty socks, to find the pants lying on the bottom.
- >You lift them up and look around the room as if someone might catch you in the act you were about to commit.
- >Bringing the pants to your nose, you take a whiff of the crotch area, making sure that it didn’t stink too badly.
- >The smell was faint, but still noticeable.
- >Grabbing the small cologne bottle from your dresser drawer, you slap a tiny bit on the inside of the pants, eradicating the smell of groin stank.
- >Slipping on the pants, you make your way downstairs and begin cooking breakfast.
- >It was time for a nice meal; you would need the energy for later.
- >Looking throughout the kitchen, you grab the essential ingredients for a full English breakfast: Bread, eggs, beans, hash browns, and orange juice.
- >One quick preparation later, you start munching the food down as you look up at the clock.
- 9:56 a.m.
- >She should be here in four minutes, so it was best to shovel down this meal as quickly as possible.
- >Bringing the plate to your face, you take your fork and shove the contents into your mouth, >making sure not to get any on your clothes.
- >You shotgun down the orange juice and look at the clock.
- 9:59 a.m.
- >Taking the napkin off the table, you wipe the leftover bits of food off your face and throw the dishes into the sink.
- >A loud knocking sound emits from the front door, driving your attention from the shattered plate that occupied your sink.
- >You run to door, not before checking yourself out in the mirror, and open it up.
- >The mare looks up at you with a purple shade in her eyes, giving you a bright and shiny smile.
- >Her coat shines in the sunlight, radiating its stunning, beautiful lavender coloring.
- >“Good morning, Anonymous! How are you doing?”
- “I’m doing well, Twilight. Please, come inside.”
- >Moving out of the doorway, you let her enter your humble abode and close the door behind her.
- “Did you sleep well last night?”
- >She makes her way to the living room couch and jumps onto it, placing her round, plump behind onto it.
- >The thought of having that ass press against your groin begins clouding your mind.
- >The story of her slumber didn’t even register in your mind; the only thing you could think of was her plot.
- >“... it to me, Anonymous?” You shake your head to break away from your day dream.
- “Pardon?”
- >“I said, ‘I remembered you tell me about that one novel. Can your read it to me, Anonymous?’”
- >She gives you small smirk, rolling her eyes and giving you a soft giggle.
- >“Jeez, you always have your head stuck in the clouds, don’t you?”
- >You scratch the back of your head nervously and chuckle.
- “Yeah, I have that book around here somewhere.”
- >Searching throughout the room, you sift through drawers in search of the book as Twilight patiently waits.
- >You eventually find it next to your emergency hair gel supply and take a seat next to her.
- >She looks at the cover and reads it aloud.
- >“‘A Clockwork Orange’, by Anthony Burgess. Sounds interesting!” she exclaims as her eyes light up with excitement.
- >You can’t help but giggle as you crack open the book and begin reading.
- “‘What's it going to be then, eh?’ There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is...’ ”
- >An hour or so passes, slowly ticking away as you both indulge in the book.
- >Twilight, thinking she’s clever, inches closer to you, pretending to get a closer look at the pages.
- >You can feel her warm breath beat against your neck as she lays her head on your shoulder.
- “‘A perverse nature can be stimulated by anything.’”
- >You wrap your arm around her, taking your hand and rubbing her side in a slow, seductive manner.
- >Her breath begins to grow heavy as she gets closer, pressing her body against yours.
- “‘Any book can be used as a pornographic instrument...’ ”
- >Her hoof makes its way onto your crotch, giving a soft rub against it.
- >You slide your hand down and make your way down to her lower body, softly caressing her teats.
- >She lets out a small moan before you finish the sentence.
- “‘...even a great work of literature if the mind that so uses it is off-balance.’ ”
- >You press your lips up against hers, locking yourselves in a sloppy, wet kiss.
- >Her tongue begins to flail about in your mouth as you attempt to mimic her action.
- >Wrapping your arms around her, you push her back against the cushions, leaving you leaning over her.
- >She follows suit and wraps her front legs around your neck, holding you in the kiss.
- >You can feel your clothes slowly being removed as Twilight’s horn glows brightly.
- >Your shirt flies across the room as you begin rubbing her crotch.
- >She breaks off from the kiss to let out a seductive moan, in turn only makes you want more.
- >You begin searching for her clit, rubbing all around to find it.
- >Dammit, this was not like a human vagina at all!
- >After a short search, you finally find the jackpot.
- >She gives off a small cry as you slowly rub against it.
- >Her magic aura literally rips off your pants and boxers in one fell swoop, exposing your erect member.
- >You stop your rubbing and break the kiss off with her.
- >She half opens her eyes and meets yours gaze, placing a hoof against your chest.
- >“Anon, this is my first time, so please, be gentle with me,” she says with an innocent tone.
- >Her eyes shine as the last words escape her lips.
- >For a moment, you lean over her and stare into her eyes.
- >You don’t know if it was because you are calm, or maybe something has broken in the stupid pile of tissue you call a brain, but it happens.
- >You fart.
- >And not a subtle *toot* either, but a long, wet, high pitched fart that squeaks out from between your cheeks for a good thirty seconds or so.
- >Your heart drops as Twilight’s smile slowly disappears.
- >Hovering over her for a little bit more, you look at her with a guilty, yet cheesy smile.
- >Her face turns into one of annoyance as she crosses her forelegs in frustration.
- “This... isn’t gonna happen, is it?”
- >Her horn glows as a relentless force throws you on your back across the couch.
- >Twilight jumps down from the seat and exits your home, making sure to give a loud, “HMPF!” before slamming the door behind her.
- >Standing up from the couch, you begin picking up your clothes from the floor and head to your room.
- >Opening the closet, you throw the garments into the basket and make your way for the desk.
- >You open the drawer and pull out a box of tissues, bottle of lotion, and a copy of The Book of Celestianism.
- >It was going to be a lonely night.
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