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 >It all started with that one moment, when something in your mind held you by your mental leash and made you kneel for Fluttershy, metaphorically speaking.
>It was a bit of a catastrophe after that. Her friends had gotten to this school just this year, and they had started trying to get into the 'bullying' habit. From Twilight "Smartass" Sparkle to the new 'Flutterbully'.
>While they had been generally kind of bad at it, and most of the others were never really victim save for Rainbow or Applejack getting rough when words failed, this time they 'succeeded'.
>That had only just brought Fluttershy into their group because she had been friends with Rainbow and you're sure if you had told her off you could've crumbled some friendships and just stopped them.
>But you didn't do that, now did you?
>Under the most laughable of attempts at making you obey, you caved in simply out of some weird desire. Albeit you didn't lose a lot this time. That thought seemed both relieving and...dissatisfying to you, however.
>It was only then that you saw Fluttershy approaching with Rainbow by her side, Fluttershy herself noteably moving with a forced sway in her hip. You hear Rainbow's more practiced confident tone kick in.
>"Hey there, Anon. Listen, I just wanted to say, thanks for being such a 'pal' for my friend Fluttershy. She just needed to borrow a bit of money this time, you know?"
>It's the corniest fucking thing considering it was only a few dollars, and yet this feeling in your gut was starting up again...
Yeah, uh, no problem. I mean it wasn't that big a deal or anything...
>Rainbow grins as she puts a hand around your shoulder, Fluttershy on your other side as they walk with you down the halls as the bell draws near.
>"That's what I like to hear. Then you don't mind coming back tomorrow and letting her 'borrow' a little more, right?"
>Suddenly you start to feel a little uncomfortable about where this is going. You get what she's trying to say, since it's not very subtle.
>Before you actually have a chance to speak up and tell her that you aren't actually going to do it, which takes a surprisingly large amount of willpower to muster, Fluttershy actually seems to cut you off. You're not sure if she meant to.
>"Y-yeah, After all you...you wouldn't be a good 'friend' if you didn't help out. And, um...you don't, uh...want to not be our friend."
>At this point your body is telling you to laugh at it, but your mind is flooding with thoughts. Sure she doesn't seem confident now, but with the desire, she could improve. And apparently your inner thoughts are telling you that you're the man for the job.
>"S-so...tomorrow, when you come by, make sure it's, um...double what it was today! Cause, you know, it would really help and be nice...if that's ok- I mean I won't take no for an answer!"
>Good catch, flutters. Apparently Rainbow is a bit surprised at her performance, and soon speaks up almost like she's trying to speak in code.
>"Well, yeah, although 'double' might be a bit much every day soooo..."
>Fluttershy seems to almost freeze up as though she were about to be told her dreams were being crushed, and although you normally would be extremely passive, what feels like a wave of heat forcing itself from your stomach to your lips rings out from you.
It's fine. The double pay, I mean. I-I'll do it, don't worry. I can manage...
>At this point you're just now noticing the way your face glows in the light of the school, and the looks you're getting from not only Rainbow and Fluttershy, but some other kids that are standing nearby. And then you hear a soft chuckling as you look over to Rainbow who seems to be in slight disbelief that they managed to 'break you in' already. To your left Fluttershy looks as though someone told her she won the lottery to donate to the animal shelter.
>You aren't entirely sure what even spurred you to say what you did.
>Part of you is still confused that those words even came out of your mouth, but you're pretty sure that was your voice.
>You see that as the bell rings for the next class, Fluttershy and Rainbow exchange one more look and begin to move away from you with a triumphant gait.
>To them it's a victory dance, from this angle it looks like Rainbow is trying to shake what she doesn't have and Fluttershy is showing her up.
>Although Rainbow still has that tight little athlete's hips going on, maybe this whole thing will lead somewhere.
>You basically follow after Fluttershy, since you both have the same math class for 5th period.
>With the redness in your face and the way she looks proud of herself this only seems to act as a minor walk of shame.
>Not that you care if others get weird ideas since you're just playing along.
>Yeah, playing along, that's all!
>Watching and seeing how bad they are, and thinking about what they're doing wrong.
>And then thinking about how to help them get better....
>Wait what?
>Your desire to stop and correct yourself is however blocked by reaching your seat only to notice that it's taken.
>By Fluttershy.
>Who's seat is literally the next one over.
>"I'm taking this, you can sit somewhere else, nerd!"
>The words are probably not as fierce as she'd like with that voice but regardless you find yourself not arguing and instead sitting in her place one over.
>It smells kind of like a mix between animal hair and perfume over here.
>Like, way more than a few feet's distance should normally deceive.
"Sure, I'll just...sit here. It's fine."
>There's that quiet tone again, from your lips.
>"Good, Feel lucky...you know, cause it's, um...cause it's my seat."
>...Unf.
>Your day after you quietly submitted to the absolute casual thy name is Fluttershy turned a little weird.
>Apparently you, being the outcast in this unnaturally friendly social school, has made you the epicenter of what makes someone a tough guy.
>Which probably explains why nobody ever really tried to talk to you.
>Now you see Fluttershy talk to someone else and they look legitimately scared of her.
>What have you done?
>She smiles every time it happens, and you can see her on the edge of laughing.
>You're going to corrupt this poor thing...
>Mission accomplished.
>Of course, beyond that the class ends without too much of a hitch, and you have to say the smell of her desk has grown on you.
>Maybe if you're lucky she'll put you back he- wait wait wait.
>Damnit man, wipe that blush of your face.
>People gonna start suspecting shenanigans.
>You might be a horsefucker but you ain't no cuck.
>You're at least 80% sure of that.
>You only had one more class to go, 6th period, your literature class...
>Uh-oh.
>You take this class with Rarity.
>She might actually know what she's doing, she 'is' a bit of an actress.
>Word spreads fast among their little group, she was probably sent text after text about how you 'submitted'.
>Things could escalate if you're not careful, son.
>You're jumping from base 1 to base 11 here, the numbers are too confusing.
>Maybe she'll ignore you this time, you know, since the others were already on you.
>"Anonymous, Darling, yoohoo! Just the boy I wanted to see before class started."
>Oh right, she don't give a fuck.
"Yes...Rarity? Something you need?"
>She's calling you a boy. Fight back, damnit!
>"Yes, I heard about how good of a boy you were for Fluttershy earlier. And I was hoping you wouldn't mind helping out a friend of a friend?"
>She's got that cutesy fuckin' grin on her face.
>...Resist.
"I...I mean I should really get out my stuff and actually work. My grades in this class are, hah, they're..."
>She simply grins at you, and you can't tell if she's picking up the hint and ignoring it on purpose or she's oblivious.
>That means it's working on you.
>"They're what, Darling? I'm sorry, my poor feet have been aching after gym class. You don't mind if I let them rest, do you?"
>Point of no return, nigga.
"...Go ahead."
>Why though?
>"Ah! Perfect, and while you're at it I would just love it if you could redo the paint on them for me. Here you go!"
>She produces a little bottle of nail polish on your desk before she hoists her legs up and right on top of your notebook which she kicks onto the floor.
>You didn't need that note book anyways...
>Or your pencil and/or binder.
>"Thaaaat's the stuff. Now, no touching, no inappropriate staring, no breathing too close, and if you mess up you lick it clean and start over. All of it."
>Oh hell naw, this is just ridiculous.
"Sure, just...don't move too much, Rarity."
>"Ohhh, I think ma'am sounds a lot better between you and me. Don't you?"
>Don't do it. Don't do this, do not let her-
"Yes, Ma'am..."
>I am conscience to no worthy man.
>She hands you some cotton balls to keep her toes spread.
>You feel your hands shaking nervously as a force almost unknown to you moves you without your will.
>Before you know it the smell of polish reaches your nose and Rarity hums like she doesn't even care.
>You would say you're not afraid of just pouring the whole bottle on her, but you really are afraid of what you're willing to do at her command.
>What is productivity?
>As Anon, you haven't much of a clue right now.
>You're too busy delicately brushing up and down Rarity's admittedly immaculate toenails.
>All the while she sits back, checks her reflection, and hums softly to herself.
>The teacher, being as imperceptive as usual, doesn't see either of you.
>You and Rarity sit fairly far in the back, but even then you're surprised you aren't caught.
>You aren't sure if that disappoints you or not, and you're still questioning whether you're enjoying your current predicament or not.
>But you are anonymous, the master of no caring.
>The initial shock might have gotten to you, but you've found yourself calming down as you go.
>Rarity seems pleased with your work so far.
>You're pretty sure that she's the only one actually willing to go this far with the whole Schpiel.
>She had you paint her nails, and thankfull all that time doing vidya has given you moderate precision with your hands.
>That means no licking it clean, though to be honest you're pretty sure she was bluffing.
>Not like you're scared or anything, pfft, no way.
>You'd just rather she didn't make you eat those words...
>And possible a few mL of nail polish.
>"By the way, Darling, I know what happened downat the Cafeteria with Fluttershy earlier. What you really did back there, and are doing right now."
>Oh shit wut?
"I'm just helping...you know, that's what friends do."
>Her retaliation sends a shiver down your spine.
>"No, Darling, that's what weak willed playthings do when they talk to someone better than themselves."
>The situation is turning dire, rerouting power to mouth before brain shuts down.
"Nnnnnnnnno clue what you're talking about, hah, no, I just- Wow, that's hilarious Rarity, I think the b-heeeelll's about to ring-"
>"Quiet."
"Yes, Ma'am..."
>Your response brings a fire to your cheeks as you keep your gaze low, words locked in your throat.
>It's that feeling you get when you really, REALLY wanna say something but you're afraid you'll get a stake up the ass with the word 'Witch' carved along it.
>So you basically just keep your mouth shout and see where this leads.
>"Unlike the other girls, I know how to read other people. I'm ahead of the psychology curve and could fake my own death without breaking a sweat if I so chose. Making you fake yours wouldn't be so hard either."
>Your body stiffens in shock, a tightness in your throat.
>And you fear looking down to the tightness probably elsewhere as well.
"...I just want to go through the day without any more incident."
>Rarity responds by reaching out with one hand and cupping your chin between her index finger and thumb.
>"That's sad then, because we don't always get what we want when we're so...what was that word you used once? Beta, was it? That'll have to do."
>She shakes your head left and right a little, and you both pay close attention to how lacking in resistance you are.
>"And to prove my point, you'll do nothing at all, won't you? Because you want this, and have been waiting for this. Why? I don't feel like that's important right now. You'll learn more as you go along, too."
>You're 2 minutes from the end of school today, but it feels like time is simply non-existent as she forces your eyes to gaze into hers.
"I don't know what it is, I don't think I like it and I...you're making this really hard..."
>The next words to come out of her mouth are only made worse by the fact that you're just now noticing the faint light coming from her bag that seems faintly like the recording light of a camera.
>"Good boy, nice and hard for the camera~"
>Yourlifeisover.jpg
"How much-"
>"I started it before I came into the classroom."
>You couldn't prove it, but you're pretty sure Rarity might have been waiting for this just as much as you have been.
>...Been 'not' waiting for this.
>You have one defining trait damnit and that's your raw stubbornness if nothing else!
>That only seems to stir the she-beast more, however.
>"I can see it in your eyes, the way you struggle in that contending mind of yours. It's adorable really, had I had my sights on you sooner you would've been perfect...alas, this is an even greater opportunity and I'm a patient woman for an antsy boy like you."
>You try desperately to avert your eyes to the clock, managing to catch for a split second that you had 1 minute left before you felt something strike you surprisingly hard on the cheek.
>Rarity's hand hovered to your side, her eyes looking sternly at you.
>This bitch just backhanded you, like she was some kind of pimp.
>Your jaw hung open, eyes wide and right on target.
>You already lost track of the time.
"Wha-...What do you want from me?"
>That answer doesn't satisfy either.
>You feel a little warmth against your sore cheek now as her slap left a cut from her ring along your face.
>Holy shit, she actually doesn't care if she hurts you right now.
>"I did not permit you to speak and I did not hear you say Ma'am. But I'll still answer you. I love my friends dearly, they're wonderful and have so much potential. But they squabble and they find themselves stuck up with a few 'problems' here and there."
>She makes small gestures with her hands to accentuate her point, picking up one of your pencils that fell on the floor and holding it in her hands gently.
>"But, you know, you've given me quite a lovely idea now that you've finally come out in the open."
>You dare not move your lips at all seeing that you've essentially come to admit that you're a complete pansy in this situation.
>You sit back and listen, unable to deny that you wanna hear the rest of what she has to say.
>"I don't need to tell you that girls like Fluttershy and Twilight are perhaps the worst bullies that you would ever find no matter how hard you tried. Rainbow Dash and Applejack have the spirit but not the know-how. And Pinkie, you ask?"
>You didn't ask but you still nod your head out of curiosity.
>"All the potential in the world but she won't take a risk and put all that energy to the test. The problem is that there's hardly anyone suitable to push around in this place, since everyone knows everyone and it's hard for them to really get a grip on things...that is, until you, Anon sweetie."
>You weren't sure if you wanted to gag or gasp meekly at the ironic usage of that...'S' word but it caught your attention.
>"No real friends, no connections, no ties, no group, an outcast, an image among the other students, and now a complete and utter push over. And even better; The tool to put my girls on the top of the foodchart. What better way to practice your technique than on a willing little bitch that will tell you how much he thinks he hates it?
>M-muh...
>Your heart was beating at about the speed of Gabe Newell during free donut friday at this point.
>Damnit, not even humor can save you at this point.
>You were pretty much trapped, now.
>You would do as she says, and you knew it.
>You would simultaneously be a training dummy and a plaything.
>And now you couldn't really get out of it if you wanted to, considering she had your face on camera being the beta bitch you seemed to be.
>The unholy stare of death she was giving you felt like it went on forever, and you could feel your body close to the edge of blurting out for her to stop all the nothing she was doing.
>Then the bell rang.
>To you, it was the equivalent of waking up from a nightmare in a cold sweat.
>The Rarity that you had been talking to had seemingly disappeared only to be replaced with the Rarity that whined about bicycles day in gym.
>Your ears rang with the numb echo of the voice of dozens of students rushing to pack up and head out the door as you saw Rarity sling her bag over her shoulder, eyes still on you.
>She was waiting for you specifically, and that's all you could focus on right now.
>Rarity was surprisingly patient in waiting for you to pack up your things and recover your demeanor.
>Much to your surprise, she doesn't pull anything else.
>Well, except for holding out her hand and looking at you expectantly.
>You merely stare down at her hand and give a nervous glance up before you reach out thinking you're supposed to take her hand.
>You're met with her smacking your hand away, that stern image on her face again.
>She puts her hand back out there and you find yourself unreasonably panicked and fearful of what you're missing.
>"Phone."
>...what?"
"...?"
>She does not look amused.
>"I said phone. I'm going to take your phone number and text it to all that girls. That way they can always know what you're doing and where you're doing it whenever they want."
>Oh...you should've expected this.
>Pulling out your phone and placing it in her palm, you actually feel a sharp pang of shame when she eyes your older model with disdain but nonetheless searches for your number and pulls out her own, much more glamorous, phone.
>Dozens of lightning speed taps later, she has your number sent out to the rest of her little crew and and tosses your phone back at you, which you almost drop.
>She has only a few choice words before she leaves the scene.
>"And remember, Anonymous; Be a good boy for the other girls. Your superiors are always right, lowly little boy."
>You're left standing there, shaken to the core.
>Fucking...girls.
>It had been no more than 30 minutes later when you had gotten home and opened up your little pad that you felt the dreaded buzz of your phone notifying you of a text.
>You hesitated, and instead opted to just go get some water first, your hands still trembling like they just came out of stasis.
>The entire time you somehow make a mockery of yourself just trying to do even that.
>You almost dropped the glass, spilled water all over the floor, and are currently leaning back against the counter taking deep breaths with your eyes shut tight.
>Even though she's not here, you almost feel Rarity's eyes still gazing at you like they did earlier.
>You can still feel that cut, and you'd hate to know what else she can do to you with that jewelry.
>Fucking...you were falling apart here.
>What was it about Rarity and the girls that was destroying you?
>You weren't even so sure you were safe here.
>The phone buzzes again and you check it without even thinking, the shock going right through you and prompting you to simply do the task.
>It was 2 texts, the one you missed and the one just now.
>The first one was from Rarity. The second one was from Fluttershy.
>Text 1: "Remember, Anon, you're never safe. Have fun, and I wouldn't be making any plans in your free time any time soon."
>Just reading those words in her mocking voice gives you the faint urge to run to the bathroom and let out your lunch.
>This pressure was really starting to get to you, and you knew that Rarity was right.
>You were gonna give in.
>And Fluttershy's text...
>You once thought you just humored the poor girl.
>She would be your downfall all along.
>Text 2: "You better have the money I asked for. You know, like a good 'friend'. Same time, same place."
>This morning, this would've been cute, but now you know it's just the start.
>Pressing the reply button, you shakily begin to type;
"Yes, Ma'am..."
>Just watching the sending animation is painful, and the little green checkmark nearly makes you collapse.
>God Damnit, these girls practically owned you now and their goal was to abuse it.
>Not EVERY one of them has to have the desire to see you in pain and misery, do they?
>Going upstairs slowly, nervously feeling as though you were still being watched, you make your way to your room which is pretty plain.
>Got a nice TV, which you're not going to reveal to them of course, and plenty of gaming to go around.
>You lay down on your bed and just breathe for a moment to think things over.
>Maybe this isn't as bad as you think.
>You could be over-reacting. Fluttershy will just continue to nag at you with her little requests, and Rainbow will smile her cocky smile.
>Even Rarity can't be a monster.
>Sure, she's probably drooling over the thought of seeing you again, but it isn't as though she would really go through with the whole faking your death thing...
>At least, that's what you really hoped right now.
>It wasn't worth all this stress right now at least.
>You're anonymous, damnit.
>Even if the going gets tough, you're good at taking shit as it comes and going back about your day.
>You'd best take advantage of that before Rarity or someone take that from you too...
"God...Damnit! Okay, anon, listen, you are a man! You can handle a couple annoying girls. This is....it's just a phase. You'll get over it. Soon you'll get a girl, get laid, and it'll all just disappear...Yeah, I should just get online. Maybe someone's onli-"
>Another ring at your phone, which you answer with amazing speed that only shames you after the fact.
>It's from...Rainbow Dash?
>"Hey, nerd, need u here for some help. Come 2 my place, NOW. Here's my address;"
>Honestly this is just as you expected her to type...
>Her address itself reveals she's stunningly closer to you than you imagined.
>And it's only now just occurring to you that you're already grabbing your shit and out the door!
"Stay calm, stay calm, it's probably either just help with moving shit or maybe she just wants to make you a punching bag. Not the first time either of those have happened."
>Although the punching bag thing was only with Rainbow Dash during wrestling days in gym.
>Fucking...mutant is what she was.
>Admittedly you were always a little afraid of her.
>She wasn't the smartest cookie out there, but hell if her fists couldn't do all the talking.
>...Shit you just begin to realize you should really watch your language around her because she could make 're-arranging your face' part of her practice list.
>Suddenly your legs are a little shaky as you run down the sidewalk.
>You're not a big guy, normally. Not super short or anything, but shit, man...
>5'6" last you checked, and you forget if you had shoes on then or not.
>This crazy girl was nearly 6' and the sports queen pretty much.
>You saw eye to eye with average girls like Pinkie Pie and Rarity, Twilight as well.
>Fluttershy was a bit on the taller side, too, but Applejack and Rainbow dash?
>You never cared before because you never expected to get the shit kicked out of you but it might legitimately happen.
>Of course you passed the gym very shortly before arriving at Dash's place.
>Suddenly you could feel the beta practically using from your pores.
>Confidence, man, Confidence.
>At least be a beta with pride.
>Reaching out to ring the doorbell, you close your eyes as the tune rings out in her home.
>"About time, wimp!"
>Her voice rings out from behind the door, and the sounds of her footsteps clamoring sends shockwaves through your spine.
>What you didn't expect to see was Rainbow herself, sweaty, soaked through her tight gym clothes.
>"Kinda hard to bench press without a bench. You'll do."
>Her words mesmerize you to a degree, as you stare up at her eyes, unsure of how to respond already.
>Normally you might some witty comeback, distance yourself from your attacker by diverting them with a response that makes them want to stop talking to you then and there.
>This time though you're here without an escape plan.
>You're here whether you like it or not, and you're still ashamed you didn't even try to get out of this.
>She lets you inside, or rather grabs your arm and pulls you like a cloth towards her home.
>Already the emasculation begins, and you can tell that she actually has a plan which probably means it's not hers.
>She drags you further inside until you arrive at what you think must be her 'home gym' despite the gym being, like, a block away.
>Upon entering you note two things; One is that it is hot in here and two is that there is in fact a broken bench press on one end of the room.
>Was she actually serious about...?
>"Say, Anon, you don't mind just helping a girl out in the privacy of her own home, right? No one is gonna be around for a while so it's just me and you. And down worry, I'll make sure nobody comes in...or out."
>This just yells 'scripted' to you but you keep your mouth shut at the implication that you're stuck in the bear trap and you were too pansy to chew your own arm off.
"What do you...'need' me to do?"
>She just grins and drags you further in near her weight set before putting a hand on her hip with an almost excited look on her face.
>"Get on all fours, I need a place to sit while I workout."
>Okay, wait just a minute.
"I...Dash...Th- hah, that's a little ridiculous don't you think? I mean the gym is right down the-"
>You barely heard the way her hand connected with your face to knock you onto the ground, sending you down quick, not too hard.
>"That's better. Rarity said you like that kinda stuff. Friends 'help' friends, right?"
>At this point, you didn't even know what the word 'friend' meant here.
>It was just a taunt, meant to captivate you and make you surrender yourself more easily.
>A phrase to reach that little part of you that might fall for it again.
>It was working to say the least.
>As you tried to get back up onto your hands and knees, you're prevented from getting any higher as Rainbow gives you a soft, teasing pat on the head.
>Followed by what must have been 170 pounds or more of muscled sport girl landing her ass right on your back.
>At first you have to adjust to the weight, but find that even with the muscle mass she has acquired, she isn't 'that' heavy.
>You're at least 'that' alpha, to not be a total weakling!
>"Comfy down there? Boys like you enjoy this sort of thing, so I won't get up too soon. See? Friends help friends."
>She laughs at her own teasing while you feel her shift her surprisingly round hips against you to reach out for a weight.
>To your benefit, the softness of her curve lessens the direct pressure a little bit and you find you're not in severe trouble.
>That is until she actually picks a weight.
>Apparently the warm up to this beast of a girl was starting at about a 40 pound dumbbell, hoisting it up with a little struggle.
>To you that felt like someone dropping a hammer on the small of your back.
>Shifting a little bit, you try to even yourself out and move the weight more up towards your shoulders.
>Dash, apparently having forgotten already, just gets comfy, rocking her hips left and right and planting her feet firmly on the ground.
>"You're still pretty short for this, but thanks for coming by so quick. You're such a nice guy, aren't you anon?"
>You have to admit, she's not doing too bad at pushing you around.
>Calling you was unnecessary though, this isn't quite bullying...but you can bear this.
>That's what you tell yourself, at least, but you think you're starting to catch onto something.
>This room has no ventilation...
>It's a fairly sunny day out today, and she's lifting weights and exercising.
>At first you thought Rainbow was just taking her power and running off a whim.
>Now you think she might've gotten a little 'tip' about how she can spend her afternoon.
>It doesn't take too long for things to literally heat up.
>And come to think of it, Rainbow didn't say anything about how long you'd be here.
>5 Minutes pass and you feel okay, albeit it's getting hot in here from two bodies being so close.
>You can feel the sweat start to drip and your slightly baggy shirt isn't helping you very much.
>But more than that you can tell that Rainbow herself is getting a bit heated.
>10 Minutes pass and she has been working her way up the weights, from 40 to 45, to 50.
>Shit, you REALLY feel inadequate now.
>I mean, you lift a bit too now and then.
>But this girl's life so far is lifting.
>Your arms get a little bit tired, but your knees are even worse having to hold up a majority of her weight.
>You're panting at this point, and trying hard to keep yourself together.
>She's not making it easy on you.
>She's starting to imprint the feel of your hips into your back, and your mind is all too aware of how you look right now.
>But you're honest with yourself, you would've done this if she asked anyways.
>Partly because she would snap you in too if you refuse, partly because it's scarier to think that might be more enjoyable.
>You're starting to realize what she was going for too as the room starts to fill with thick and humid air...
>Coming up on 20 minutes, she hasn't increased weight size, but you're getting frighteningly close to collapsing.
>Coughing with each breath of hot air, you find it a bit difficult but you try to speak through the panting.
"Rainbow...Come on, this isn't cool, my arms are getting sore. Let's just...go down to the Gym!"
>For a moment you felt like maybe your words had gotten to Rainbow when she stopped lifting for a moment and set the weight down on the floor.
>You felt sweet, sweet relief there for a moment when she suddenly lost the extra 50 pounds.
>You really do know deep down that it wasn't going to work, though.
>"I don't need the gym, when I've got something even better. You're not here just so I can pump up a little, you know."
>Well, you figured that, but you still don't understand what she means.
>You do manage to catch your breath a little, but this room isn't getting any cooler.
"Okay, so...what do you want? I'll do it, just, I can't keep this up."
>The response you get isn't quite what you expected, and you weren't even sure what you were expecting.
>But it wasn't a moan.
>And it sure wasn't a hand gripping your hair as Rainbow leans back a little bit and closes her eyes in a savory manner.
>You can't see over your shoulder right now, but you can tell something's off about this girl.
>"Don't worry. What, you don't think I'm gonna 'hurt' you, now do you?"
>She asks this while turning your head by force, staring down into your eyes with a more fierce gaze.
"You're...not gonna, are you? Rainbow? I don't, um- I'm not comfortable with this. Can you just let me go?"
>You're torn between intrigued and disturbed when she runs her tongue along her lips and seems to pet you.
>You can feel her rocking her hips back and forth a little bit, too.
>"Are you afraid I will? I guess I can't really say, it's not your decision, right?"
>She didn't say that so much in a matter-of-fact way, but more like she were still absorbing the information herself.
>You know, you're starting to get why this isn't really bullying, if that look in her eyes is any indication.
>You're pretty sure she's getting off to this now.
>The thought doesn't raise as many alarms as it honestly should.
>The only thing you can really do at the moment is remain calm and try not to feed her too much of your weakness.
>It's not gonna be easy, of course.
>Still, it's like the internet, right?
>Just don't feed them and they'll go away eventually?
>It's technically not disobeying, it's just not what she wants.
>It's either that or god knows what she'll do to you.
>She takes your silence in stride, as she continues to run her hand up and down your back in an almost...pleasant kind of way.
>It's not as smooth with the sweat dripping from your bodies, but it's almost an attempt at being assuring.
>"I'm not gonna hurt you. Not too much, at least. Not my fault if you're a wimp sometimes, though."
>You bite your lip listening to her, not sure what to say in response when you feel her start to move again.
>You won't lie, the way you feel her toned body pressing against yours like this is strangely enticing.
>But if you admitted that you're not sure if she'd be happy or upset that you aren't being turned off by it.
>Perhaps she just doesn't care, but she soon begins to work your body once more.
>She puts her hands on your back by her sides and pushes, lifting herself up a bit before letting her weight fall back down on you, dropping herself onto your back where she had been wearing it down this whole time.
>You manage to withhold your disdain at first, but she continues moving in this manner, bouncing on your back while looking down on you.
>Wow this is seriously not good for your back!
>Or your joints, which are screaming at you for sweet relase.
>Never surrender, you can't give in!
>Fuck it, you gave in almost on the word go.
>Just a few minutes after she started trying to give you back problems, you collapse from half an hour of intense pressure.
>Rainbow collapses back with you, landing on your defeated form with a thud.
>Right on your back...
>You can hear the faint sounds of what might be Rainbow's heavy breathing as you're pinned beneath her hopelessly.
>She finally stops moving around so much and instead just sits there while you lay yourself flat on the floor.
>Your arms and legs hurt now and you feel exhausted from the strain on your back.
>You know you were exaggerating about having back problems after this but you almost begin to wonder.
>Rainbow doesn't get off of you immediately, which you only expected.
>Instead she actually chooses to lay herself down on top of you, and you can feel her slim figure pressing down against you.
>Her head is right next to yours, and her hands reach out to take both of yours and hold them down.
>Not that you had much energy to try and lift them, but they were pretty much immobile now.
>You can feel everything through her sweat-soaked clothing now.
>From your breasts mashing into your back to her hips spooning yours.
>You try desperately to squirm your way out, to somehow slip her off of you.
>You can just hear her chuckling in your ear as she starts to wrap her legs around yours.
>Her body weight alone has you pinned and you're gasping for fresh air now.
>The room is burning up to you, especially with Rainbow so close to you now.
>Her voice is surprisingly soft, and slowed by her quick breathing, but it sounds like she's got something to say.
>"Rarity really was right, you'll just take anything, won't you? Even if I just lay here and trap you all afternoon. You're so small and...helpless."
>Her words send a shiver down your spine.
>You're dreading the moment she notices that you're getting excited, too.
>You don't say anything, but this pressure in your throat from all the things you want to say and the way your lip quivers with panic tells you something is on the very of escaping you.
>Rainbow Dash has barely done anything and you're already reduced to this meager form.
>And if your body isn't lying to you...you kinda like it.
>You're not entirely sure yet, but you also think Rainbow isn't quite being herself.
>And that's saying a lot since it's impossible to see her not being a total jock bitch.
>But instead of that, right now she is definitely...different.
>Your point is further exaggerated when you feel what is definitely a tongue gently brush along the edge of your ear.
>Ohhh shit...is you gonna get raped, boy?
>Her teeth come in next, pinching down on your ear as you gasp and try not to let a pathetic whimper leave your throat.
>You let that pathetic whimper leave your throat like cash on black friday.
>The sheer volume of shuddering that left Rainbow's body as soon as you did told you that at the very least this was all still new to her as well.
>She was going with the flow of what she felt and earning herself a bitch.
>The bitch was you right now.
>You once again attempt to struggle, trying to pull away from her mouth but even your head feels weighed down by the pressure of this humid room.
"Rainbow, Stop, please. I just want to go home, don't do this to me.."
>You almost believe your words actually reach her when she starts to get up.
>You immediately try to follow suit and clambor back up onto your horribly weak limbs.
>You know you're just making up reasons to play into her hand now.
>She grabs you by the collar then hoists you up, lifting you clear off your feet.
>You're not choked by your shirt, thankfully, but feeling the wet fabric cling to your skin just makes you tremble from the sensation.
>Rainbow quickly pushes you to the wall, pressing herself against you to hold you up.
>Her hands are on either side of your body, her knee between your legs to help hold you up.
>"Friends help friends, little guy, so help me with this problem I have, like a good little boy."
>The last thing you register was when she forced herself closer to you, and you feel her lips cling to yours in a very forceful and hungry kiss.
>That shut you up.
>You were pretty sure you were going to pass out before too long.
>The air was thick, you were exhausted, and now Rainbow was shutting down your air supply with her burning kiss.
>You couldn't lift your arms, and you couldn't feel your legs.
>You couldn't even flinch to save your life right now.
>You're pretty sure that's exactly what she was hoping for too.
>You've never been so conflicted before in your life, and right now was the moment that you could almost feel tears welling up in your eyes.
>You could've walked away from this earlier, and maybe you could've tried to run and call the cops.
>But fuck it, you were trapped.
>On the one hand, a part of you screamed at you to run, to fight or anything.
>On the other you were told to just close your eyes and drift away and be a 'good boy'.
>It didn't seem Rainbow cared one way or another if you were on the brink of collapse.
>One of her arms was around your back, holding on tight, the other was trailing down your body, feeling the lack of substance.
>Some would say this isn't the worst fate to be subjected to.
>Rainbow practically had the body of a goddess, and few could stand up to her in raw power anyways.
>But that only served to remind you how easy this was for her.
>Her tongue began to invade your mouth now, after her lips had tenderized your jaw.
>You were wheezing at this point, trying to catch any breath you could.
>You could barely feel the heat between her legs and just knew that was merely a plus to her.
>Each labored breath, each panicked spasm for air or freedom, just reminded her that she did this.
>It started out as an awkward 'humiliating' request and she let this power go right to her swollen ego.
>In a way this was directly your fault, you pretty much asked for this.
>You could feel her hand start to reach for the tent in your jeans...
>Things were starting to get a little blurry...
 
>You are Rainbow Dash, queen of every god damned sport they threw your way.
>And right now you weer having the time of your fucking life.
>When you first went to push Anon around with Fluttershy, you figured you'd have to do this crap a lot sooner.
>You're sad you didn't anyways, but you were shocked the Anon would surrender so easy.
>It was suspicious before, of course, but now you understand completely.
>You were wondering what Rarity meant when she said Anon would 'Be a dear' for you.
>You couldn't give two shits what kind of meaning there was now.
>All that mattered was seeing just how close you could bring Anon without making him pass out.
>You admit, you're a dirty girl.
>You love showing off, and you love making sure people know you're the biggest and the baddest.
>It wasn't hard to do when you were on the sports teams, but at the same time there was always something lacking.
>They never...feared you.
>They looked up to you in every way, they cheered you on, they gave you their attention.
>But you never had to give them incentive to do so.
>You never had to really show them that you were stronger.
>That you were BETTER.
>Then there was Anon...then there was spending all that time trying to show off.
>He probably barely even recognized all the time you had spent just trying to push him around to get any reactions.
>Looking back you felt the tension rise in you thinking about how 'protected' he was from your fury.
>Yelling matches, getting in his face, trying to get him to realize you could bend him in two like a worn out spoon.
>For fuck's sakes, you practically became obsessed with getting the attention of the one guy who didn't care.
>And now you had him.
>The whole time, he was weak inside.
>Weak, and misguided.
>Lost in a realm of dissasociation.
>All that time you spent desperately seeking his attention.
>It was going to pay off, you were gonna MAKE it pay off.
 
>Spiritually re-incarnating back to a suffocating Anon, you find yourself almost blind from the lack of oxygen.
>It's only at the very last second that Rainbow releases her murderous kiss and lets you gasp weakly for air.
>She laughs grimly, smile twisted up with a stare that might as well have been the barrel of a gun looking you down.
>Before you can even say anything, though, to try to appease her she reaches up and puts her hand over your mouth.
>You desperately grab at her wrist, fingers like butter now and eyes wide.
>You try breathing in through your nose, barely gathering enough air to do so.
>She just shakes her head tauntingly while grinding her knee back and forth between your legs.
>"I bet you don't even know just how much fun I'm having right now, you little...bastard. How good it feels to have your tender body under my grasp. To have your eyes on me for once..."
>She brings her other hand up to stroke your cheek, pressing your head harder against the wall.
>"You don't even get it, do you? You don't remember anything, and you don't care to. But that's fine, I'll make sure you understand everything I've tried to do for you."
>Her hand moves from your cheek to your nose where she pinches her fingers together and suddenly you find yourself writhing in terror when no more air comes in.
>You desperately gaze into Rainbow's eyes, assaulted by the raw lust in them.
>It seems that this disturbing sense of power she has over your life right now is all she cares about.
>That she could end it here and you wouldn't really have anything to be found from.
>...This got fuckin' dark fast.
>You're saved from another blackout when she releases her grip on you entirely, taking a step back and letting you fall to the floor with a painful thud.
>If you weren't so weak, this would be the perfect time to make a break for the door.
>But you just sit there, staring up at the girl towering before you.
>You watch as Rainbow, still dripping with sweat and panting heavily, steps closer.
>You see now up close that her feet have only socks on them, which is probably why her footsteps weren't as heavy as you expected.
>You know something is a little off, though, whe her legs stop moving on either side of your waist.
>You sit, slack jawed for the most part, just waiting for what's next.
>You expected being kicked, maybe forcing her foot in your face.
>You expected her to tell you to get up only to be pushed back down.
>You didn't expect her to drop herself almost excitely into your lap.
>But lo and behold she let her hips land with a heavy thud right up against your bulge, laughing when you gasped.
>You weren't sure if it was from pain at this point.
>The fumes of hot, humid air and the mix of sweat and pheromones must be getting to you.
>The sultry look Rainbow is giving you as sweat drips from her chin has you completely stunned.
>It drips down onto her breasts, which are almost completely visible through her little top
>And that only leads further down to her toned, tight hips.
>And her thick, firm thighs...
>"That's right...go ahead. Eye every part you want. This is for you, for being a good boy. Finally paying attention to me, finally being mine..."
>The more she spoke the closer she got, leaning in, one hand moving up to cup your cheek.
>"I wanted you. I needed you, your attention."
>Her other hand went to your other cheek, holding your head, tilting it back.
>"I needed to have you, and I'm not gonna let go."
>It met with another kiss, this time her body far closer than before.
>Her breasts were pressing right to your chest, her legs straddling you.
>Her hips were grinding right back against your length.
>Her moans were loud, her hands were firm.
>Holy fuck.
>Rainbow has a big crush on you.
>And now she's your fucking owner.
>To be honest, you're not sure what surprises you anymore.
>Fluttershy's advance, Rarity's utter domination, Rainbow's ironic desire...
>When did you enter the twilight zone?
>Fuck, that's right, Twilight's in on this too.
>To be honest you're not sure whether to be flattered or not.
>I mean on the one hand you're making out with the idol of physical fitness.
>And she's kind of obsessed with you, even if it's a twisted sort of kick your ass desire.
>This answered one question though.
>She wasn't gonna KILL you.
>She might do any number of other things, though...
>She proceeds to claim every inch of your mouth with her tongue, feeling more and more like a ragdoll at this point.
>She only breaks the kiss when you're half a breath away from hyperventilating to look down at her work.
>You look completely worn out and broken at this point.
>You're panting like mad, your eyes feel dulled and drained.
>Your arms and legs hang limply and you groan in constant weakness.
>Rainbow appears about ready to finish you for today, but she wants to capture this precious moment.
>She reaches into one of the pockets in her shorts and pulls out her smart phone.
>Oh god no.
>The light flashing in your weary eyes tells the tale, she just snapped a picture of your defeated form dripping with sweat.
>But she doesn't appear to want to stop just there.
>She starts to grind her hips back and forth slooooowly over your tent.
>You bite your lip so hard you feel it cut just to try to resist her perfected form.
>Your eyes were closed but another click says she caught that face, too.
>"This is going, mmf! Right in the album~"
>For the next few minutes she takes various pictures of your weak image, her hand shamelessly between her legs.
>She didn't even let you climax.
>As one last memorabilia, she puts her arm around your shoulder and smiles slyly for the camera while you look about to pass out.
>After a little bit, you basically do.
>The last things you really remember are hazily speaking to Rainbow after the heat got to you.
>You remember her carrying your sorry form out of her workout room into the living room, wrapping a towel around you and laying you on the couch.
>The cool air hits you like an arctic breeze.
>You black out for a little bit, and only awaken when you see it starting to get a little dark outside.
>Shit, what time is it?
>You don't see a clock, so instead you reach for your phone, only to realize that it's not on you.
>Looking around fervently, you finally remember you're in Rainbow's home.
>She probably has it right now, doing god knows what.
>"Looking for this?"
>You nearly shit yourself when her voice seemingly appears right above you, tilting your head back while shivering in panic and fear.
>Just as you thought, she's got your phone.
>She walks around the side of the couch, taking a seat next to you, her immense figure practically pulling you in.
>"Listen, Anon, about what went on in that room..."
"You mean the rape?"
>She softly slugs your shoulder, relatively, even though it still hurt.
>But she's chuckling so you assume you haven't pissed her off.
>"Suuuure, because you didn't want it. Anon Jr. Was just being a tease."
>You cross your legs instinctively, trying not to remember that part.
>Anon Jr. WAS a tease.
>"Come on, just admit it, you liked what happened back there. No one else is here. I don't think I can let you go until you do..."
>Shit, man..
>Was she holding you hostage, now?
"What...what does it matter to you if I liked it or not."
>You try to sound spiteful, but you know that you probably don't sound convincing.
>...Oh shit, does she look convinced?
>You're pretty sure you saw a look of hurt for a split second.
>"Hey...I'd watch what you say. You know the deal, now. Besides, I told you..."
>She leans in a lot closer than you were initially comfortable with.
>"I need you, little man."
>You opened your mouth to respond with SOMETHING, but you were interrupted.
>By Dash's tongue sliding up your neck, silencing you immediately.
>She pressed her head against your cheek, chin on your shoulder.
>She brought her arm around your other side and held your phone in front of you.
>Her other hand went down to brush dangerously close to your belt.
>"I made you a little something special. I know you'll use it to remember me 'whenever' you get a little lonely."
>She hits the power button on your phone, bringing it to the lock screen.
>The background image was changed to a generous close up of her bust in a sports bra.
>How did she even...?
>"It's kinda fun beating you into a daze and then making you tell me all your personal stuff, you know. I know your phone lock, your address, your e-mail..."
>You're shaking again.
>This time she can feel it too.
>You don't even notice her undoing your belt just enough to slide her hand under your jeans.
>But you know you smell a little of the musk from your 'workout' escape.
>She can too, apparently.
>Because that was the deepest moan you could've ever imagined from her.
>"And for you I got this little gift. Lemme show you how to use it, 'beta'."
>Her words are almost venomous, in a predatory way as she accesses your camera and you see she recorded something with your phone.
"Dash what are you doing...? I don't...I don't think this is right, you've got the wrong guy for all this-"
>Your words hitch in your throat, however, when you feel something firm, but impossibly soft get a grip of your length.
>"I didn't say talk. I said sit there, look pretty, and let me do the work."
>Her voice is a whisper now as presses the play button, her hand running up and down softly.
>You can barely make out the way she bites her lip in anticipation from your peripheral vision.
>The video begins to play and it's another ambiguous close-up shot of Dash's chest, with a little of her mouth in the frame.
>Instantly you feel yourself breathing heavily.
>You only now noticed when the Dash in the video started to talk to you.
>"You know, I'm really not suprised by you anymore, Anon."
>You feel an unbelievable focus on those supple pink lips as they move every so gently just to speak to you.
>"I figured I'd see every trick in the book by you. Ignoring me, starting shit, acting like you don't know."
>You had a feeling this was feeding into some sort of revenge.
>"You know something? It turned me the fuck on."
>...Oh my god.
>Your dick was not prepared for that tone.
>"Every little moment you spent not looking at me was a little bit more of you begging to be put in your place."
>Dash's hand on your shaft began to make a bit more sense when the video showed her starting to wriggle her waist a little, shown by the shift left and right in her body.
>She was breathing a little heavily on screen, too, and your eyes were locked in place.
>"Now? You're exactly where I've always dreamed. Right in the palm of my hand. Every little touch, every little sound I make, you would've once just ignored. Now, I'm all you'll be thinking about when you're alone."
>She leans forward, the camera must be propped up, both of her hands are visible.
>Her hips rise into the air a bit behind her, but you're focused on the valley of flesh in front of your eyes, and the luscious gleam of saliva on her mouth.
>Dash's hand moves a little faster as do her hips do on screen.
>She's watching you with raw lust and passion.
>She's waiting for you to crumble.
>She's going to make you break yourself.
>You're getting very close.
>On screen, you can see her fingers sliding between her lips, opening wide to show you her mouth.
>You watch as droolslides down to her chin, and then drips down between her breasts.
>All the while the mad woman's hips are still moving.
>"And you know, I really love that thought. But I'd hate to leave you on your own. You little, helpless boy. My helpless boy."
>You aren't sure what part it was at, but at some point you ended up losing control.
>The video ended, and you were so close.
>Rainbow didn't seem or sound disappointed at all.
>You gave up.
>You couldn't take it.
>In one swift motion you shut your eyes tight and leaned into Dash, who moved fluidly to accomodate you.
>Your head pressed against her breasts, and a noise not unlike a small dog begging escaped your throat.
>You could even feel the tears of utter need drip down your cheeks.
>You expected her to cackle or make fun of you for it and ruin something.
>Instead she dropped your phone, and started undoing the rest of your pants until she had you standing at attention.
>She didn't say anything, but you could feel her heated breath against your ear.
>It was a horribly strange feeling.
>She could break you, lift you over her head or just crush you in her arms.
>Instead she let you sit there against her body and finish you off by hand.
>You were brought to climax before long.
>The interesting part was that she did so in an almost gentle way.
>But she let you take the full force of your own weakness.
>You came, and it went right for you.
>Through the moaning and the stressful tears, you could feel a perverse warmth as the sensations died down.
>You weren't entirely aware right now.
>You were somewhat zoning out the world right now, and the afterglow was beginning to kick in.
>You have never felt this pathetic and humiliated before.
>Dash found it simply precious.
>All you really remember in the silence between you two was her snapping one more picture on her phone, then wiping your face clean with the towel.
>She let you get up, albeit a little wobbly, and get your pants back on.
>But it seemed Dash was full of surprises today.
>When you saw her hand approaching your face you flinched back, but all she did was pull you into a hug.
>She knew it like you did, there was no more resistance here.
>One question was still on your mind.
>It rang in your head even you blocked everything else out.
>Rainbow had given you back your phone, instructing you not to change the background image.
>You Didn't even bother to argue now.
>That seemed to please her.
>Now you were making your way back to your place, the sun beginning to set.
>Tomorrow was Friday, and on Friday's they typically had slightly alterred schedules.
>You would go to bed before long, and get up right on time as usual.
>But again, that question hit you even when you tried to ignore it like everything else.
>Are you happy with yourself?
>You're still debating how you feel about all this.
>Of course the normal you says this would be bad for your future if you get into this kinda stuff.
>But that part of you has grown much quieter recently.
>Deep down you admitted you loved surrendering to a stronger woman.
>You never really had that in your life, and now it was being handed to you 6 fold.
>And that last little bit with Dash made you rethink a lot of things.
>You're not sure what it was about her but when she embraced you gently and used you without a struggle you felt almost indescribable glee in yourself.
>Looking back on it you still feel a wrenching feeling in your body.
>But opening your phone to see that background image again is like a dose of Adderall.
>It calms you, focuses you.
>Arouses you a bit...
>Being 'good' led to good things, right?
>But Dash wanted to break you in.
>It's confusing to you, the thought that you would have to let them each do their own thing to make you submit.
>You still had some pride, of course.
>But part of you wonders if that's only because you know it means you have to work to find that sweet spot again...
>You arrive at your place again soon, and it has never looked so empty to you.
>Dash knew your address...and now the others probably did too.
>Suddenly another text buzzes on your phone.
>Rainbow Dash again...
>"Love ya, babe. Hope you sleep well <3"
>This text...confuses you greatly.
>But at the same time you're not entirely upset by it.
>You would've thought at first that Rainbow was trying to push the joke a bit too far, to make you remember what she did.
>But something about what happened as a whole shakes you from that thought.
>Somehow the text is almost heart-wrenching.
>Like it tells you to go back.
>And for just a split second you feel as though this building isn't your home, but rather just a shelter.
>You're really starting to break down.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
>This was all her coming up to you on that day.
>If she had just left you alone you wouldn't be in this mess.
>If you hadn't have had to give in to her...
>Okay, fuck it, you're just grabbing at straws now.
>Making your way upstairs, you change out of your current clothes.
>They still reek of sweat, namely yours.
>Yours and...Rainbow's
>...Toss those aside for now.
>You weren't sure what it was you felt right now, but you weren't as annoyed by Friday classes as you normally were.
>You had something bigger to focus on this time.
>You had to deal with 6 periods, plus lunch, and before and after school everything.
>It was gonna be a busy day, and you were certain Rarity wouldn't let Rainbow ruin her 'opportunity' by keeping you all to herself.
>Although you really wished they were normal like that.
>You actually realize you set aside about 8 dollars on your dresser for tomorrow morning to give to Fluttershy.
>Even if you tell yourself you aren't a fan of your situation, you have to play by the rules.
>You don't think you can convince anyone you aren't into this with the possibility of those pictures floating around, though.
>But you try to push that thought out of your head for now.
>Tomorrow was gonna be a bit day, and the last bastion to get things settled before the weekend rolled around and who knows what would happen.
>The game was really on now.
 
>Waking up to your alarm, you take one look out your window to see the sun coming up nice and bright.
>Which is good because that's normal.
>Shit has not been normal recently.
>You never fucking know, the sun might just wake up late one day.
>Next thing you know someone's gotta move the fuckin' sun or something.
>Drugs give people weird ass ideas.
>Time for the morning friday Routine.
>7 A.M.
>Gotta get up.
>Gotta have breakfast.
>Gotta have my bow-
>Oh, wait, fuck it's not 7 A.M.
>It's fucking 8:05. A.M.
>What happened to your alarm?!
>Looking back through your phone in a panic you see that your 7 A.M. alarm has been changed to an 8 A.M. alarm.
>School just started!
>Fuck the song and dance, you grabbed all your shit and booked it out of your house.
>Rainbow dash must have had something to do wi-
>*Buzz*
>20 Bucks says...
>From Rainbow Dash: "Forget first period. Meet me outside the school, k babe?"
>Well...glad to see Rainbow was getting a kick out of all of this.
>You slow your pace from a run to a quick walk now that the panic settles.
>Friday schedules were always slightly different.
>You had few classes with the girls, and first was one of those classes.
>You're not actually sure what it is but the moment you realized Rainbow messed with your alarm you really chilled out.
>In fact you accepted that a little too quickly, buddy.
>You're already pretty close to the school, it's about 8:10 now.
>As she said, Rainbow was waiting out front for you.
>With...Rarity in tow.
>You're not ready for this.
>Not ready, not okay, run now.
>Why are you still walking up to them?
>Why are you getting within arm's reach of them?!
"Hey...girls...morning!"
>They slip from their conversation, Rarity mainly doing her eye lashes and Rainbow texting someone.
>All eyes are on you.
>Rarity moves closer and runs her palm along your cheek, lifting your downward gaze.
>"I heard, and saw, everything...Good boy."
>You didn't have a witty response for this.
>Nor did you have any sort of mental comeback or saving grace.
>You just shivered in your own weakness, trembled more like it.
>No more words were really said at the moment.
>She even pulled you into a gentle hug, running her fingers through your hair.
>To any outside perspective this just looked ridiculous.
>You knew exactly why she was doing it, though.
>It wasn't because she was happy or sorry.
>It was a reminder, more than anything.
>You never really paid attention to looks before...but given that you didn't dare look directly into their eyes you amused yourself with simple perception.
>Rarity wasn't nearly as tall or imposing as Rainbow physically.
>Though she mastered heels, and so where as she was once pretty much around your height, she stood just under Dash herself.
>And you'd be lying not to admit she was easily one of the most attractive girls at the school.
>If she were as tall as Dash, she would easily outsize her too.
>"I'll admit, it came as a surprise to me to hear about what happened between you and Rainbow. But it was pleasantly surprised, don't you fret about that."
>She let you go from her grip, pulling out a few slips of paper from her pocket.
>"I know I can trust her now to take care of matters like these little beauties she caught on camera. The only things that really made me believe her in the first place!"
>Rainbow replied with a short 'Hey!' but was otherwise silent.
>You pretty much expected Rainbow to hand those pictures out to the first friend she could.
>But why did it have to be Rarity?
>"Now don't be mopey about this, okay dear? Trust me, these won't get out unless we really need someone to break you down to your very core!"
>Your only response is to desperately hold your breath and hope this is what she wants.
>Your silence appears to be exactly what she wants.
>It takes you a minute to actually realize why.
>"You are allowed to speak."
"Yes, Ma'am...What do you need of me?"
>Your response prompted the most deceivingly sweet chuckle from her lips as she turned and began to walk away from you.
>Towards the entrance of the school.
>And she beckoned you and Rainbow along.
>Rainbow began to move after her, but her eyes were still locked onto you no matter what.
>They held a verocity to them.
>Like no matter what happened you were still hers.
>She pulled you along effortlessly after Rarity, as well.
>Slowly you three walked through the halls, and of course they didn't tell you to where.
>It was hard to keep focus on your own thoughts right now.
>Rainbow's hand held your arm tightly, and she intentionally made it look like she were hanging off yours.
>Honestly if she pulled much harder she'd pull your joint out.
>Was there an upside to this?
>Well, you felt an ironic form of happy.
>You're not quite sure why, but what's happening right now, and what they do with you...
>You're starting to feel like you really don't mind it.
>After last night, well...
>To put it simply; You enjoyed it.
>Even if your mouth says no, you don't think you would really fight Rainbow if she tried it again.
>You're just still not sure where your limits on what you can do for them are.
>But you feel like it hit you a lot deeper than you expected when you realized they didn't really want to make you sad.
>You could say it was quite the contrary, even, they knew you enjoyed this.
>So many things told you that you shouldn't though...
>You don't get much farther than that when Rarity's voice comes up again, though.
>"Here we are! And with a while to spare before class starts, too."
>You watch with curiosity as Rarity fishes out a key and swiftly opens up to...a music storage?
>"You've never been here, anon sweetie, but this was the room we used for our band rehearsals. Other than the janitor, who nobody has even seen recently, our little group is the only one with the keys!"
>Only one with the...uh oh.
"So y-...I mean, permission to...speak, ma'am?"
>You could swear you could've heard a moan in the air, but you're not sure from who.
>"Permission granted, darling."
>You were asking permission just to talk now...
"Will...I be getting a key?"
>As you began to enter the room, Rainbow actually shoved you to throw you in.
>Then you heard the door slam and, faintly, lock.
>With just you and...Rarity now.
>"Thank you, Rainbow! See you after school!"
>You had to do a double take at the door to realize you needed a key to lock and unlock this room from either side.
>And Rarity had the key, not...you.
>"Really, Dear, I must say you performed exquisitely with Rainbow last night. She told me she had never felt such a thrill of having someone so...lacking in power completely."
>She set her bag down to the side, took a seat on a spare piano bench and crossed her legs.
>Her eyes now thoroughly on you.
>Your eyes, in turn, were on her.
>And you began to notice a few more things you hadn't earlier.
>She had dressed up in make-up already, lipstick, eyeliner, everything.
>You think she had an adjusted skirt on; It was shorter, and looked a bit tighter on her hips.
>You put your hands together nervously, and watched as Rarity eyed you up and down.
>You could hear the faint hiss of her breathing deeply through her teeth, mouth angled in such a sharp smile.
>"Every last picture, Anon...You were adorable, you know that?"
>Your lips quivered faintly, every muscle in your body so tense you could feel yourself twitch as you forced yourself still.
>"And you know something else about what I heard, Anon?"
>Anticipation, or anxiety?
>At this point you didn't know which one you were feeling.
"...What, Ma'am?"
>She pulled a pin from her hair, letting her normally stuck-up curl hang more loosely over her face.
>You think you heard a genuine growl in her voice.
>Good God, she's losing it.
>You can see the way all that refined flavor disintegrates.
>"Momma wants some of that, too."
>There was a change in her eyes the moment those words left her.
>Her eyes...they weren't looking at Anon.
>They weren't even looking at 'Betanon'.
>They were ripping into the very soul of the deer in the headlights.
>A meal.
>That's what she saw in you.
>Pressure filled the room around you, and the faint chuckle, the heavy breathing, Rarity was the only thing you were focusing on.
>"It's okay, you can try to struggle. I think I like it more that way."
>The doors were locked, the windows were behind Rarity, and you could feel a cold sweat building.
>Before you could even respond, Rarity's began to moan loudly, gripping her arms, hugging herself with her teeth grit.
>"Oh yes! That look in your eyes, Anon, that sense of being trapped...like throwing you into the lion's den. I can see you shaking."
>Rarity slowly stands up, the clack of her heels on the tile more audible than you thought physically possible.
>She began to walk closer to you, slowly.
>Every little motion seemed exaggerated just for you.
>Her full chest bouncing slightly with each step.
>Her skirt straining against her wide hips, swaying side to side.
>And every inch closer she grew, her eyes looked down on you.
>Until finally you felt yourself backing up, further and further.
>Your body pulled you to get out of her way, lest she end up walking all over you.
>It didn't seem to bother her, either.
>She just walked, and walked, and you did the work for her.
>Until finally your back hit the door, and your hand nervously reached for the handle.
>You're not sure why.
>It was locked, and the noise only confirmed this.
>It was enough to drain the strength from your body.
>Your legs finally buckled, and you slid down to the ground, back against the door.
>Staring upwards, you felt like the whole school was shaking.
>Even your vision felt like things were swaying left and right.
>She lifts one foot and presses the bottom of her heel to your chest.
>It's exactly where you think it's going.
>"Lick."
>There's a grave error with you right now.
>The order was simple.
>She told you to lick.
>She didn't say anything else.
>But when you moved to take her shoe in hand, gently lifting it to your lips...
>And when you stuck out your tongue and ran it obedientely over the sole of her shoe...
>It only just now occurred to you that you had been waiting for this.
>For even a moment of your life you had anticipated this.
>You had fantasies in the past, of women making you do something like this...
>But there should've been a LITTLE trouble moving that into real life.
>There wasn't, even a little bit.
>You felt the hard plastic push against your lips as you ran your tongue up and down it.
>Rarity just looks on, gently biting her knuckle.
>She doesn't expect to have to do too much, and you're pretty sure she's right.
>"Look at you...just so, what's the word? Weak? Pathetic? No, obedient. That's the word."
>She pulls her heel away from you, setting it back on the ground.
>"Rainbow got you nice and good. I like."
>She leans down, one hand reaching down to lift your chin up to gaze at her.
>Lifting higher and higher, she prompts you to lift yourself, rising back to your feet.
>She's just testing the waters now.
>Making sure you know she won't take no for an answer.
>"Who's my good boy?"
>It almost hurts how much pressure builds in your throat in response.
>You barely squeak out a response.
"I am, Ma'am."
>"You're my 'what'?"
>You make a noise somewhere between a gentle sob and a gasp.
"I'm your good boy, Ma'am."
>You see her once again hold herself in glee, an expression like she won the jackpot.
>"Oh, Anon. Come this weekend, I'm going to make sure you don't even remember being your own 'man.'"
>She punctuates her words with a kiss on the cheek.
>You can feel the lipstick mark plain as day.
>You don't wipe it off, though, because you haven't been given permission...
>You were never one to really care for things like getting a girl, settling down, or doing anything that wasn't centered on you playing your games and living your life.
>You had a couple friends, at least.
>You had a simple job to earn some money.
>You got through school with moderate grades at least.
>You suppose that's just one thing that's still holding you back is whether you'll still get to be 'you' or not.
>Watching Rarity walk back to her seat at the piano bench, her tight skirt hugging her curves, your resistance becomes a minority.
>You follow after her step by step, each one reminding you that there will be a point of no return.
>Finally you're standing before her, she has seated herself once more.
>"My only restraint right now, to your benefit, is time, Anonymous. Be thankful for that."
>You don't dare look at the clock but you know she has 20 minutes or less with you.
>A good hard beating can take a while.
>"I think we both know, however, that you're no stranger to getting down and dirty like the little plaything you are."
>You have a feeling you know where this is going, too.
>Rarity brushes a lock of hair out of her eyees and reaches down into her bag, rummaging through it.
>You're not sure what she has waiting, but you have a bad feeling about it.
>"You're going to love what I have in store. I might be refined and elegant as my image but you don't know weakness until you're alone with me."
>Sitting back up you feel your gut drop like a rock.
>It's small, it's pink, and it's bullet shaped.
"Ra-haaa...Permission to speak...ma'am?"
>Her only response was licking her lips loooong and slooowly before speaking.
>"Permission to squeal~"
>Now...you've never been super masculine in body form.
>You're not super hairy, you actually find excessive body hair annoying.
>You're not skin and bones but you're not all bulk either.
>And of course, you've never even considered taking it before.
>No offense, but you're not gay.
>But whatever Rarity has in that bag, it's gonna make you feel like it.
"Ma'am I really don't think I'm-"
>"Shut. Up. I don't care right now."
>Although your lips seal tight, you're still holding back raw panic.
>If you opened your mouth you'd probably be reduced to a driveling mess.
>Considering she wouldn't listen to a word of it, you're just protecting yourself now.
>You don't know if you can do this.
>In her hand she pulled out two things.
>Both vibrators, a little bullet one and one for...you know what.
>"Strip."
>You nearly have a heart attack when you're pulled from your stupor and awoken back to the real world.
>Facing two pieces of electronic plastic.
>You felt her gaze grow more stern and verocious the longer you stood there.
>"I. Said. Strip."
>A few more seconds pass before you finally move.
>First comes the shirt....
>Sliding off your lithe form, the cloth hits the ground.
>Then you start to undo your jeans, sliding the buckle loose and pulling them right off.
>Your face is burning up, and if you actually had something on your stomach you might be close to hurling.
>Lastly were your boxers.
>Fuck it...she's seen you with your own cum on your face.
>You slip them right off, revealing how embarrassingly aroused you were at the situation.
>Rarity gave you a pleased nod, standing up slowly and approaching you.
>You felt so barren now, unclothed and revealed.
>If anyone walked through that door...
>But that was the last of your concerns right now.
>What did concern you were the handcuffs Rarity just locked around your wrists behind your back.
>For a moment you panic, but Rarity shows surprising endurance when you can't pull away from her.
>Damnit, you didn't even see her grab those.
>This wasn't part of the original plan, this wasn't what you were expecting.
>But before you can even say anything she smothers your words by forcing something into your mouth.
>It's a fucking ring gag.
>"Shhhh, it's okay, your Mistress isn't going to hurt you. I'll make sure it all feels good."
>As 're-assuring' as her words might seem, you're still on the verge of tears from fear.
>Rarity guides your head with her fingers until you're looking up, and she can see your eyes.
>She gives your cheek another gentle kiss before she brings the bigger vibe up to your eyes to see.
>"First thing's first. You'll have to be a good boy and do a little lubing. It should fit just right through your gag. Don't worry."
>You get what she means by 'lube' and instantly you react by pulling back a little.
>You know what she plans to do, and you're still very on edge.
>"It's either this, or we go in raw. A dry vibe is not something I think you want."
>...
>Moving back in, she pushes the edge of the toy between your lips, and you can feel it slide through the ring into your mouth.
>The flavor of a pink toy probably used times before by Rarity herself, or any unlucky boytoys, is unnoticeable but you can still imagine it in your head.
>Essentially she begins to slide it into your mouth, making you lick it and wet it with your own saliva.
>You can feel it as it pushes back along your tongue, and she slides it dangerously close to your throat.
>If not for you gagging, she might have pushed it all the way in.
>But by the time she violates your mouth with her little 'plaything' it's already soaked in your drool.
>"Good boy. Just relax, Momma's here. Here we go."
>Fresh air enters your lungs as the toy leaves your mouth, but you're already gasping for air again when you feel the tip of it press against your ass...
>At first it's a slow process.
>She pushes it in gently, and gives you a little time to adjust.
>You're already utterly humiliated.
>But she keeps going, and it hurts at first but you've already taken half of it.
>You can only imagine what it would be like without having 'lubed' it up.
>"Ah, but we don't want to go in too far yet! First we do this."
>You couldn't see what she was talking about but you heard a click before suddenly the damn thing started to buzz.
>Your hips went forward in a vague attempt to try and make it stop but Rarity had even more sadistic ideas in mind.
>She pulled you back, hand making sure the toy stayed in alright.
>Your whole world was too chaotic to keep up right now.
>But you really wish you had been paying attention.
>Rarity sits back on the bench, and pulls you with her.
>Right on top of her leg, and the half-buried toy.
>The feeling of another few inches of vibrating polymer or whatever it was ramming up into your body causes you to arch your back in distress.
>That gives her the perfect chance to grab your head by your hair and pull it back.
>"No no, you look perfect like this! I really think you're capturing that sissy look with how you show off that flexibility."
>You're still too sore to fight back with that at all.
>Although admittedly it's not all pain that's making you squirm.
>You can feel it in there, that soft spot you hear about.
>And it's making your legs twitch and your stomach fill with warmth.
>It wasn't the pain pushing through your defenses.
>It was the pleasure.
>You were Rarity's little puppet, dancing for her amusement.
>You felt your hips writhe left and right trying to find some relief from this ungodly discomfort but it was hopeless.
>Eventually your struggles started dying down and you let yourself lean back against Rarty.
>Against her soft body..
>She put her arms around you and held you gently.
>She watched your legs quiver softly.
>It took a few minutes, but your fighting spirit finally disappeared, melted in a mix of bliss and humiliation.
>You sort of just stopped questioning at all.
>When Rarity took a small rubber band and strapped the smaller pocket vibe against your member, you didn't flinch away.
>When she turned it on, you could feel it buzzing at your sensitive skin.
>She put it right under the head, and softly ran her fingers up and down the underside of your dick gingerly.
>You had 5 minutes before the bell rang but you didn't care.
>She was gently bouncing her knee under you, caressing your body.
>Your eyes had rolled up and gone blurry by this point.
>You were practically a limp toy, and Rarity was eating up every second of it.
>Now that you were actually submitting, and helpless in her grasp, she was actually very gentle.
>She ran her fingers through your hair and waited patiently for you.
>It didn't take much longer after that for you to cum.
>But it wasn't outside of her terms.
>When she noticed you were approaching your finish, she gripped your cock in hand and aimed it down a bit, holding her hand at the tip.
>She whispered gently into your ear, spurring you on as you lost all focus.
>You weren't even paying attention to how she caught each drop in her palm, milking you until she was sure you were done.
>It was a lot more than normal, thanks to her treatment.
>Gently bringing her hand up to your mouth, your eyes focused in after the pure hormonal rage died down.
>Just in time to watch her tilt your head back.
>You also noticed that she had your phone and even though your camera wasn't great, it captured every bit of the next moment.
>She slowly spilled every drop of your cum between your lips, through your gag.
>At first you wanted to wrench over and spit it out.
>But you couldn't move at all.
>"Swallow it. All of it."
>You're pretty sure you had been crying somewhere in the midst of it, but the only part burned into memory was the flavor of your own seed.
>After you had finished your 'order', Rarity began to praise you for your obedience.
>It felt far, far too good to be rewarded for what you did.
>She let you take out the vibrator, and she had a cloth she wrapped it in for sanitation's sake.
>Although it didn't actually look very dirty, but you weren't about to argue about how the toy you just had inside of you.
>She threw your boxers into your bag, and zipped it up for you.
>When you looked at her inquisitively she handed you a pair of pink panties, and that was all.
>That was your answer, and it left you feeling used.
>Still, the level of love you saw in her eyes while she helped you stand and in the way she spoke reached a very special part of you.
>Maybe you could get used to that.
>Your legs were crying out to you after all of that to simply not be used.
>That wouldn't fly, though.
>You had gotten dressed up again, jeans and shirt, shoes and socks.
>You felt a lot different now.
>You didn't feel like moping and cracking jokes about having something up your ass.
>You didn't feel like getting angry or complaining either.
>You kinda...liked it.
>It meant you were obeying and being good.
>It felt kind of good as well...
>The buzzing had places you never imagined you would feel.
>The bell rings as you get lost in more thoughts of your humiliation, and Rarity has already packed up and started heading for the door.
>You...you don't know what it is but you don't think you feel ready for going to class.
>There's an anxiety in you that's still eating at you.
>Like you just broke down the walls that kept you locked up but also the support to keep the roof over your head.
>You felt more vulnerable than you could ever believe.
>And it felt nice, but not alone.
>Your legs are once again close to collapsing, and you were attempting, vaguely, to make sort of noise.
>Rarity caught these attempts before she got to the door and looked back curiously.
>When she saw the helpless stare in your eyes she understood...
>You felt your legs give out finally, as you dropped to the floor.
>Your breathing was speedy and eratic, and Rarity had come right over to you.
>In spite of her previously crushing behavior, the way she handled you was exceptionally soft.
>She sat in the middle of the room with you, running her fingers through your hair, acting not unlike a loving big sister.
>Or more accurately a protective owner.
>You just stayed quiet for a little bit, leaning into her somewhat as you tried to quell the heat in your body.
>"I'm here, you're safe now. Don't panic, we can stay here for a while."
>You found yourself sort of burying yourself against her body as you rested.
>The soft give of her chest would've been a perverted dream normally, but after everything here it was comforting.
>There was an intimate beauty to the way you could appreciate her body without anyone looking on it as strange.
>You felt as though perhaps you had used a little much energy, honestly.
>"Do you want to go back to class? It's almost end of year, if you don't want to I can keep you here for now."
>Go back to class...?
>Oh right...school.
"I don't...think so. Not right now. I'm....thinking about things..M-ma'am."
>You could hear Rarity giggle in an almost cute manner.
>"Perhaps next period, then. How do you feel? About all of this? I know you enjoy it. And I know where your real limits begin and end."
>She lowered her voice to a whisper, running a hand down your body, making you feel like the weaker link.
>"But I also know that there's a difference between breaking you in and simply hurting you. Everyone knows that. It's why watching you resist is fun, because it really tells me if I'm on target."
"How I feel about it, huh? I...think I'm still confused. As in, I know I enjoy it. I 'know' I want it. But I'm still just scared of it becoming such a big part of me."
>Rarity only continued to listen patiently.
>You were both still under the solid impression she could shut you up at any moment.
>But you felt like that was part of the rush.
>Part of the intensity.
>If you two were 'equal', it would just be as easy as saying no.
>You were being given a special privilege to speak right now.
>But that said you also both knew that if it wasn't a privilege now and then, it would become mandatory.
"I kind of want to...keep doing this. But I just want to take it slowly. I was afraid at first that it was like being mugged by a stranger..."
>Rarity's hand pressed more firmly against you as you finished that.
>You were really beginning to hope you didn't upset her.
>You might just be developing some twisted feelings for the vicious beauty.
>It was like a love hunger, for something you had been devoid of forever.
>And Rarity could give it out in spades, and would if you begged.
>You could legitimately see yourself doing anything she told you to do.
>"I understand completely. I suppose I got rather excited back there. But you feel so good to tenderize and make into a little puppet~"
>You heard the lust and giddiness dripping in her voice at that.
>She cleared her throat to quickly compose herself, breathing a little fast.
>"The others, of course, will be much more soft. And furthermore they need practice. You can build bonds with them as you and they explore yourselves further."
>Be a little bitch and get the girls at the same time?
>This was starting to sound like a plan to you.
"Doesn't it feel a little weird, though? There's six of you. Seven with Sunset...What if something 'develops'?"
>Last thing you wanted was one of those 'Nice boats' you hear so much about.
>How would you solve the risk of several girls and one little weak guy?
>Rarity's posh laughter seemed to have the answer.
>"Darling, do you really think you seem like the kind to 'cheat' on anyone? No non-erotic offense, love, but I can't even dream of it!"
>Okay, now, 'that' was immasculating.
"I-hey...what do you mean? I could get a girl..."
>Rarity softly pinched your chin between her fingers and had you look right at her.
>She had a look in her eye like you were just the most precious little thing.
>"Oh, I'm sure, and 'he' would be happy to show you who was in charge."
>Oh no she didn't.
"Y...you think I'd sooner be the prison bitch, don't you?"
>She wasn't far off, though...
>"Hun, I have a little secret for you..."
>She leaned down, putting her lips right to your ear and leaving you with a lump in your throat.
>"You 'are' our prison bitch. And we'll drop those jeans of yours whenever we please."
>...Oh lawdy, you think it's getting hot in here.
>Just when you thought that you couldn't be getting more excited, Rarity pulled away from you suddenly, letting you fall onto your forearms.
>She spread her legs, making sure you could see up her tight skirt.
>Her panties were clearly visible...
>And they were drenched.
>"Come here, I still need release. And now that I've got you nice and worn out, I'll be gentle with you. I love a scrawny little plaything."
>Oh.
>Oh my.
>Now THIS was something you could get used to.
>Almost too eagerly, you crawled forward, putting your head between her juicy thighs.
>She didn't tell you 'how' to do it, so you started slow.
>You're pretty sure it's impossible to actually tease her in this situation, so you simply work her up.
>She lets you press your lips gently to the wet spot of her silk panties, and you hear her moan.
>You reach forward to take hold of her hips to help brace yourself.
>You let your tongue move out to slowly run up the outline of her mound.
>Her legs clench around your head, and she starts to gently pet you.
>"Mmmm...let me help you with that!"
>You watch as her perfectly manicured nails dig under the bands of her panties and skirt, noteably sinking into her divine flesh.
>And now she presents herself, her clean and shaven slit dripping in anticipation.
>You dove right in, honestly.
>The next 5 or 10 minutes was the sounds of Rarity moaning in bliss as you let your tongue explore her tight body.
>You let your tongue slip between her lips and instantly you were stuck in, surrounded by eager walls.
>She was leaking like a faucet, and you were the drain.
>You could feel her thighs close around your head, her body heavy with each heavy breath.
>You didn't mind being her oral toy, honestly.
>Your eyes were closed, and you were just enjoying the bliss of tending to her needs.
>You weren't afraid to admit to yourself that you felt at peace beneath a woman like Rarity.
>And with time you might share the bliss with the others, too.
>Rarity's hand was shivering by the time you even remembered it was there.
>Her eyes looked like they were gazing up, but you could tell they were cloudy and out of focus.
>The way her teeth dug into her lips, drooling at the corner told the story.
>Her spare hand was groping her breast in excitement, and it was a show for you when you stole a peak too.
>You adored women who were slim, but had a bit of squishy flesh.
>And seeing her fingers sink into her breast, or seeing her designer shirt indent her skin just a little bit was gourmet eye candy to you.
>And god, those moans.
>The high toned cries of pleasure, the motions her body made.
>You could make out her back arching to try to slide her hips forward against you.
>Her noises weren't like those of before, either.
>They weren't excited, rough growls of anticipation.
>They weren't weak either, they didn't sound like she might be in pain.
>They were nothing but ecstasy and the sound of 'oh god I'm going to cum please do it again'.
>"Aaah, nnf, haa, ngha-fuuu- Ahh!"
>Of course they told you exactly when she was about to cum, as well.
>Which was right about now.
>Judging from Rarity's raw orgasm and excitement, you could tell she either hasn't had any like this in a while, or you just make her that excited.
>You're willing to bet it's the latter.
>You took a moment to lick her clean, of course.
>You were a good boy...you swallowed.
>And you downed as much of her 'femcum' as you could.
>Afterwards, she looked like she had just been let out of a 10 hour PE class.
>The only thing you could classify the following as was cuddling.
>She would not let go of you.
>Damn, she had a tight grip for being as dainty as she was.
>There was also kissing.
>Deep, passionate, french kissing.
>Followed by pets, and getting dressed.
>"That...I needed that. I really, really did. Good boy, very good."
>For just being called a Good Boy, something in you was really satisfied with your praise.
>It might've been the way she still seemed a little out of it.
>But so were you, so who were you to judge?
>"Now then, ah, hmm...I suppose we can't sit in this room 'all' day. We might actually see what the janitor looks like."
>You didn't even really know your school 'had' a janitor.
>Like seriously, where the fuck was he when you walk the halls?
>"So I'm very sorry, my beloved but it looks like you'll have to go to class without me to keep you company. But you should have class with one of the other girls. They should know just what to do with you!"
>You had mixed feelings about this, honestly.
>On the one hand, at least you could go back to the amateurs, and that could be fun.
>On the other hand, you actually felt safer with Rarity because she knew how to do this and the others...might do some weird things.
>Although it was pretty tempting to see them get the hang of it too.
>"That's an order, by the way."
>Oh...
>Rarity opted not to hear any of your arguments or begging this time.
>You didn't have a lot of an argument to go off of anyways, you partly just didn't wanna go to class.
>But you still had grades to worry about so there wasn't a way out of that.
>"Who do you have to see next, in class?"
>Today was friday, and it was moving to third period...That was normally your PE period, but today it got to be computer lab.
>Computer lab with Twilight Sparkle.
>You remember the first time you saw her even you were almost tempted into poking fun at her.
>She transferred over from that prestigious other highschool, crystal...something.
>Apparently there was some competition between the two schools and she moved over after befriending the other girls.
>Well, highschool was highschool.
>It didn't matter which one you went to, finding a way to get through it is what mattered.
"I have...Computer lab with Twilight."
>Rarity laughed at your expense, of course, because you knew Twilight was going to possibly be even worse at this than Fluttershy was.
>You didn't want to have to walk her through how to 'bully' you.
>Or rather, you didn't want to have to tell her that she wasn't really out to 'bully' you in the first place.
>You knew Rarity's plan was to get them all laid, pretty much.
>Although in that regard perhaps Twilight might not be a bad candidate...?
>She was pretty smart.
>"Don't worry, she'll learn soon once she adjusts. Hmm...she's more girlfriend material for you~"
>Rarity gave you one more demeaning kiss on the forehead before she took your hand and led you over to the door.
"But what if I 'did' get a girlfriend?"
>"Don't be silly. Of course we'd teach her how to walk all over you."
>Oh, oh that was something else.
>Damn you love this woman.
>You really didn't wanna leave her behind...
>But she pointed to class and had a very final look about her.
>Turning to walk away you felt a distinct swat on your ass, which reminded you of the panties you were wearing.