Playing House Part Two

>Finally get home.

>Applefilly pranced home all excited, while you do a death trudge.

>Still cant get that feeling out of your mind, and dick.

>You got raped, by a filly version of your employer.

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>Open the door to your house and go to the kitchen.

>Grab the barrel of cider and chug it in one go.

>Go back into the living room. Pinkiefilly and Rainbowfilly are coloring, while Twifilly and Rarityfilly are reading a story book with YellowQuiet.

>Applejack runs up and whispers something in her ear.

>She gives you a rapey look, and tells Applefilly something.

"How is it going ladies?"

>You just want to take a cold shower. Get that feeling off your dick.

>"Oh nothing! I was just reading to Twilight and Rarity about Celestia!"

>You plop on the couch, and lean over to Flutters.

"What in Equestria did you tell the girls?"

>You try to make it menacing as possible.

> She looks at you sweetly and innocently says "Nothing dear!"

>Cant wait for you two to be alone.

>A little domestic disturbance never hurt anyone, right?

>You begin to read along with Twi, Rare, and Flutter.

>"And Celestia turned Discord to stone, and everyp0nu lived happily ever after. "

>Sitting through that book was hell.

>"Anon, could you be a dear and go to the boutique? We're a bit low on food, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"You know I have bits, right?"

>"I wouldn't want you to waste them on little old us!"

*sigh* "Alright then."

>You get up, and head to the door.

>"Oh, and take Rarity! She's been cooped up all day."

>You eye her evilly. Could she have something planned?

>Most likely. Totally a rape attempt.  Stay on your guard.

Thanks brain

"Alright."

>She daintily jumps off the couch, and trots out the door.

>You give Fluttershy the evil eye once more, and then leave.

What's the worst that could happen, right?

 >You'll get raped. Again.

Shut up brain.

>Arrive at Carousel Boutique.  

>Still all carousel-y.

>You head inside, and unceremoniously dump the contents of the fridge into a sack.

>As you work through the cabinets (ones locked for some crazy reason), Rarity hops on the table and chats with you.

>"Dad, do you have a cutie mark?"

>You turn and look at her. Could Fluttershy have set me up?

>Jimmies begin to rustle.

"Now why would you ask that?"

>She looks away and says shyly "No reason."

>You shrug it off, and continue to pillar Rarity's kitchen.

>Thank god she doesn't know her own home.

>You finish with all the food, and turn to Rarfilly.

"Ready to go?"

 >She looks sheepishly at you and asks "Could we play a game real quick?"

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"What kind of game?"

>"I wanna play horsy!"

>Your hesitant. A rape ploy taught by YellowAprehensive?

"Maybe later?"

>She gives you a pout, gives you Bambi eyes and says "Pwetty pwease!"

>She's to innocent for rape bro. Your good!

Thanks brain.

"Alright. How do we play?"

>You plop down on your hands and knees, and Rarfilly hops on your back.

>"Giddy up!" she says in a poor cowboy accent.

>You shuffle around the kitchen, occasionally "rearing up" and making Rarefilly squeal.

>As you make your second lap, you notice something odd.

>Rarefilly seems to be rubbing her...OH MY GOD!

>Keep cool bro. Keep calm, and tell her your tired. This doesn't have to end bad.

>Nah man, just let her have her way. You already had sex with Applefilly remember?

Penis, fuck you. Brain, thanks.

>Man!

>No prob bro.

>You come to a stop, and hear Rarefilly go "Awwww!"

"Sorry honey, but I'm tired."

>RAREFILLY uses BAMBI EYES!

>Its not very effective...

"Let's get going."

>You start to get up, but suddenly stop.

>You have a weird tingly sensation all over.

>You crane your neck back, and see a white light coming from Rarefilly's horn.

>Jimmies are now rustled beyond repair.

"Whats going on sweetie?"

>"I wanna keep playing." she says with a freaky glint in her eyes.

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>She magics open the locked cabinet, and pulls out a bunch of bondage equipment.

>She puts leather shackles on your ankles and wrists, constricting your movement to just shuffles.

>A saddle is placed on your back, tightened around your stomach.

>The final touch is a ball gag. Once again, you are forced to unintelligible phrases, your favorite being "Mmph!"

>"Now, giddy up!"

>You don't move, and instead try to shake her off.

>"Ah ah ah! Play nice!"

>She pulls out a riding crop (where does she get this shit), and smack your thigh.

>It's hurts. Like a motherfucker.

"Mmph!"

>You begin to shuffle around the house on your hands and knees, while Rarfilly rubs here tiny fillyhood on your saddle.

>Her breathing becomes heavy and labored.

>After five minutes, you can tell she's close. You hope this will be over soon.

>"Stop horse!" she shouts.

>She takes off the ball gag, and magics your face towards her fillyhood.

>"Make me feel good daddy."

>You hesitantly lean over, and take one long lick, eliciting a  moan from the white filly.

>Before you can react, she shoves your face into her fillyhood, and grinds it all around.

>Yoir face is now a didlo. Nice job.

Shut up penis.

>Her juices are pouring all over your face now.

>She smells and tastes like whatever Raritan says it does.

>Her squeaks and moans are becoming louder and closer together, so you begin to lick and suck as fast as you can, trying to get it over with.

>She finally let's out a loud "Ohhhh!" and collapses, your face covered in juices, still stuck in her croch.

>Eventually, she gets up and magics away the crop, saddle, gag and cuffs.

"Why?"

>You look at her pleadingly.

>"Mom said it would feel good! And boy was she right!"

>You die a little inside.

>"Hey, at least your not fucking Fluttershy!"

Shut up brain.