The Cuddly Amazon [WIP]

>You are anonymous

>Well technically, you're just a kid going through high school, in love with a girl who was way out of your league

>But it wasn't like she'd notice your scrawny, virgin ass anyway

>So you were effectively anonymous

>Unfortunately, you mentioned that to a friend, who spread it around like AIDS in Africa

>So now, you were anonymous and Anonymous all at the same time

>And that girl you were after didn't even know your nickname, let alone your real name

>No, it was of course a different chick who wanted your D

>Not an insanely unnatractive one like that Rarity bitch, but still just not your type

>For one thing, she had at least a head of height on you, arms the size of your thighs, and thighs about the size of a tree trunk

>It was like someone had given Chun-Li a rainbow coloured hair do and put her in sportswear that barely fit

>Like X Tekken, but not cancer inducing terrible

>But no matter what character that had more porn drawn of her than any other in the world, or painfully bad video game you compared her to, it didn't detract from the truth

>This amazon of a woman was after the dick, your dick

>You'd seen Futurama, you knew where this would end up

>So you did your best to both humour her, and do the thing that women always did to you, stick her in the friend zone

>And for the most part, she complied

>But sometimes she got a little...feely

>But no matter, today she was nowhere in sight and you could enjoy the latest installment of A Song of Ice and Fire in peace

>Which one of the few good, sympathetic characters left would get killed off this time, you wonder to yourself as you open the cover

>Mmmm, that new book smell

>The smell of paper, plastic and...a slight hint of sweat and perfume?

>Maybe a sweaty chick got it first or something

>Eugh, you'd have to be sure to wash your hands after reading it

>Suddenly, you're grabbed from behind and put into a headlock

>For an instant you freeze in fear, so it had come to this

>You break down blubbering at the pressure exerted on your weedy neck

"Oh god please no! My wallet's in the bag, and so's my laptop! Just take it and leave me alone!"

>A throaty chuckle comes from behind you and the pressure relaxes, but you notice a new one around your chest

>And then your vision goes dark as a soft, massive hand is placed over your eyes

>"Guess who, Anonymous?"

>Oh son of a bitch

"God dammit Rainbow Dash, you almost made me piss myself!"

>She laughs again and ruffles your hair

>"Oh come on, you were just doing egghead stuff anyway. It's nothing you can't or don't do every day you're here, right?"

>Oddly enough, the gigantic beast of a  woman had a good point

>You spent almost every lunch hour sitting in the library, just reading or doing homework

"Fine, you win. What do you want to do, Dash?"

>She makes a show of thinking, scratching her chin and looking into the distance

>Finally, she snaps her fingers

>"I got it, let's do dodgeball!"

>Something in your mind snaps and you try to scramble over the table, away from the insane woman trying to get you to play that bloodsport

>Unfortunately, she's far quicker than you and scoops you into a bear hug before you even clear your chair

>As you struggle against her you, by no choice of your own, feel exactly what the composition of her body is

>You knew she was absolutely ripped, and you had been expecting a layer of diamond hard rock, with the same feeling as laying on a linoleum floor

>But, while you can certainly feel the muscle that is so well defined against her skin, there is a thin layer of fat over her curving body

>It's not the kind that you'd find on that fat slob Pinkie, whose diet consited mostly of candy, but the kind that would go on a rugby player

"Hey, Dash. What sports do you play again?"

>She seems startled by your question and takes a moment to respond

>"Uh, I do javelin throw, hammer toss...Oh! And I love rugby! Nothin' quite like stomping another chicks ugly face into the mud."

>She chuckles cruely and you get a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach

>"Alight, Anon, let's get going!"

>With that, she starts carrying you towards the gym, slung over her shoulder like a sack of meat

>This was going to be a bad day...

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>You stand across the gym floor from an athletic giant gripping a ball the size of your head and grinning like a maniac

>You gulp and hold your ball to your chest and stare at your opponent, occasionally flinching at her slight movements

>Rainbow Dash calls across the room to you

>"Hey, Anon! Let's make this more interesting!"

>Your eye twitches a bit and you yell back at her

"More interesting than balls flying at my head with the velocity of an unladen swallow? How could you possibly manage that?"

>She stares blankly at you, clearly not getting it

>Uncultured bitch

>"Loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the weekend!"

>You could see where this was coming from miles away

"Why the hell would I agree to that?"

>She grins with a vengeful look

>"Because if you don't, I'll make you my bitch for the rest of the year, by force!"

>Well shit

>Then again, if that wasn't motivation, you didn't know what was

"Fine, whatever. Let's just get this shit over with."

>And without warning, a ball smashes into onto your face and drops you on your ass

>You drop your own and grip your possibly broken nose, opening your eyes and glaring across the floor through thetears of pain

"What the fuck, Dash?"

>She just grins and tosses a ball up and down

>"First to three hits wins. And you did say go."

>With that, she whips the ball at you with roughly the force it takes to smash through concrete

>You roll to the side and manage to avoid it, standing as soon as you can

"Missed bit--!"

>The follow up ball slams into your shoulder and spins you about, depositing you where you had just been

>"That's two! I can't wait to have a little slave of my own."

>No more, time to get serious

>You spring up and grab the ball nearest to you

>No boundaries had been set, so you charge like the William Wallace, screaming as if you were trying out for a metal band

>You don't even see what hits you, all you know is that one second you're close enough to see the dribble of sweat running into Dash's cleavage, and the next you're sprawled on the ground with a curious, circular imprint on your cheek

>When you finally find the willpower to get up, you see Rainbow Dash standing above you, holding a ball in one hand and extending the other to you

>Well, at least she was a good sport about it

>You take her firm, but soft hand and have your arm nearly torn from your socket as she pulls you to your feet

>You wince and rub the shoulder, and to her credit, Rainbow Dash blushes and mumbles an apology

>"Well, uh. Looks like I won! I'll expect you over at my place at eight with whatever you need to live away from home for three days."

>Wait what?

"What the fuck are you talking about, Dash?"

>She gives a toothy, gloating grin

>"I won, you're my slave for the weekend. My LIVE-IN slave."

>You're fucked

>That's it, your life is completely over, you'll never recover from this one

>Your shoulders slump in defeat and you begin the long walk to your locker, and Dash calls after you

>"Hey Anonymous! Don't be late!"

>Shit

>Four hours later, you're standing outside your new masters house with a duffel bag in your hand and a scowl on your face

>You'd made the excuse that you needed to work on a big project with your friend so you were staying over the weekend to do so

>Whether they believed you or not didn't matter, you'd be out of there soon enough anyway

>With dread twisting your guts, you knock on the door to the flat

>Rainbow Dash pulls the door open and stands in the doorway, filling it quite entirely

>"Perfect, right on time! Come on in, I've got dinner cooking right now."

>She heads back inside with you in tow, wondering why she was making dinner this late

>As though reading your mind, she pipes up from inside the kitchen

>"I go to the gym around six, usually, for a couple hours and I don't want to workout on a full stomach. So it's always late dinners for me."

>You look around the living room you're standing in

>It's fairly small, but then it is a flat

>There's a big, tube TV as the centerpiece, with an old Xbox and Dreamcast plugged into it, and a bookshelf full of games

>The area is otherwise fairly spare, a simple loveseat couch across from the TV and an end table with a picture of three people, family members you assume, smiling at the camera

>Something half hidden behind the couch catches your eye though

>You walk over to check it out, and what you find makes you drop your back, and pop a boner, in shock

>Sitting there, behind the couch and gathering dust, is a contol console for Steel Battalion

>A closer inspection reveals it to be from one of the originals, instead of the copies, increasing its rarity that much more

>Dash walks back in carrying two plates of delicious smelling chicken and rice, but pauses when she sees what you're looking at

>"I-it's not what you think!"

>You brush the dust of the controller and look up at her with amazement in your eyes

"It's an original Steel Battalion controller! This is fucking awesome Dash, why didn't you invite me over sooner?"

>The blush deepends and she sets the food down on the end table

>"W-well, I kinda have...you're just always busy."

>Oh, right

>Well no matter, the food looked delicious at least

"Sorry about that. But hey, let's eat!"

>She smiles and hands you the plate of food, which you eagerly dig into

>The chicken is spiced in such a way that makes your tastebuds tingle in pleasure, and the rice is a mixture of wild and brown, spiced with curry

>It was amazing

>When you're finished, about two minutes after Dash who had been staring at you since her fork had been put down, you wipe your mouth and smile

"That was delicious! Man, I really should have come over sooner."

>An odd thought crosses your mind, odd not from its nature but from th moment it came up

"Hey Dash, where're your parents? I figure they'd be home by now."

>Her face breaks from geniunely cheerful to a weak, forced smile of false reassurance

>"Oh, uh...they kicked me out a while ago. I had this phase where I was all into chicks and kinda brought my girlfriend home, and well...Here I am!"

>She laughs nervously and looks down at the couch

>"My grandpa though, he was cool. He's the one that pays the rent on this place, and I work for the food. I taught myself everything about house stuff I know."

>You smile nervously, clearly this was a touchy subject

>You give her a gentle punch in her massive shoulder to snap her out of the little trance she's in

"So, uh. I'm you're slave now, I guess. What d'you want me to do first?"

>She snaps back to reality and goes back to the aloof, grinning Rainbow Dash you knew and tried to avoid when possible

>Right. Go get some drinks from the fridge. I'll take a Guinness, you can have whatever. Oh, and pop a bag of popcorn into the microwave. It's in the cupboard above the fridge."

>You stand a give her a silly bow, which makes her giggle in the biggest display of girliness you've seen from her, ever

"Your will be done, mistress."

>With that, you walk into the kitchen to find the items

>You hear Dash get up and walk down the hallway, pressumedly to her room for something

>Whatever

>You open the fridge and know immediately that the weekend wouldn't be too bad

>There's more alcohol in here than food

>It takes you a good minute to find Rainbow's Guinness, and decide to take one for yourself as well

>You set the stout on the counter and grab the popcorn, which was exactly where it was said to be, to pop in the microwave

>You set the timer and let it go, taking  a moment to lean against the sink and think

>Dash didn't seem like too bad of a person, just a little over eager

>You probably wouldn't have a hard time getting along with her, if it wasn't for her constant advances on you

>Sure, maybe some might call you a faggot, but you just weren't into girls that could bench five of you

>But you wonder what exactly she would have planned for this weekend, and you prayed that it wouldn't end with your death by crushed pelvice

>The thought makes you shudder, and the microwave chimes that it's done

>You take a silver bowl from what you pray is the clean side of the sink, recover the popped corn, and pour it into the bowl

>Rainbow Dash tromps up the hallway and you can hear the squeak of tortured springs as she hops onto the couch

>You walk back in, beer and popcorn in hand

>She's laying across the couch, feet comically sticking out over the end and into empty air, in flannel pyjamas that were, somehow, too large for her

>"Just set the stuff down on the table and get over here, Anon."

>She raises a remote and flicks on the TV

>The Jungle Book, the old Disney film not the live action one, is already playing, though is only at the intro

>You sit down by Dash's legs, barely having enough room to fit the edge of your ass on the cushion

>"Oh no you don't."

>She pounces like a spider and drags you into a spooning position, as the little spoon

>Your hands unconsciously move to cover your balls and you curl up a bit tighter as Dash squeezes you like a favourite teddy bear

>The worst part, to your mind, is that it's not entirely unpleasent

>While more muscular than Rowdy Roddy Piper, she has a thin layer of fat over it

>Not enough to be obnoxious mind you, but it's enough to make a difference in comfort

>Instead of a slab of marble, being cuddled by her is more like have a firm mattress snuggles against you

>Albeit, one with tits better placed in a bowling alley

>You find yourself pressing closer against you as the movie goes on, especially near the end at the confrontation with Shere Khan

>When he pounced at Mowgli, after that oh so eloquent count, you flinched and pressed against Rainbow Dash

>Her grip tightened slightly, and one of her hands found its way into stroking your hair

>This was terrible, to you

>You were being immasculated, well more than usual, by her

>What was worse is that it didn't feel bad, you felt comfortable, warm, and safe when you were in her arms

>Your brain viscerally rejected it, but your body told you it was all good

>Dash, for her part, didn't let go even after the credits were rolling

>Instead, her fingers started stroking your cheek and neck, and she started nibbling on your ears

>Finally, your brain kicks your body in the blue balls it was quickly developing and you spring against her grasp

>She reluctantly lets go and you turn to face her with a deep bow

>You had to play the role of slave, at least

"Mistress, it is very late. We should get to bed. Would you like me to tuck you in, perhaps a good night kiss?"

>She yawns, smiles and stands up before picking you up like a child

>"You're right, it is time for bed. But for you too, not just me."

>Of course, you can do nothing

>You simply relax and go with the flow of things

"Yes, mistress."

>She smiles and tousles your hair, to which you grimace

>You yawn as she opens the door to her room and pushes into the dark niche

>You feel yourself being set down, and the weight of her settles behind you

>She hugs you again and runs her fingers through your hair and across your cheeks

>Weariness begins to overtake you and you begin to nod off

>Before you sleep though, you feel her arms encircle your midriff and it gives you one last conscious thought

>Oh god, what have you got yourself into