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The whining creak of the lumpy bed grated on Twilight’s ears like nails on a chalkboard. It wobbled this way and that with each thrust of Anonymous’ rhythmic motions, and were Twilight still in full control of her higher mental faculties, she might have marveled at the fact its rickety old frame hadn’t given out and the bed itself collapsed under the abuse that unicorn and human (well, mostly the human) had heaped upon it these last... how long had they been doing this again?
Twilight could barely ponder this as Anonymous’ grip on her hips tightened, he thrust deeply inside her, and Twilight let out a strange noise between a sigh of relief and a squeal of pleasure as she felt his hot seed fill her inner walls.
Now feeling his hot, turgid length slip out of her, Twilight promptly spat out the bedsheets she’d been biting down on, now all but surely ruined, and lay her head down on the bed’s damp surface, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving—eyes glazed over as she laboriously breathed in and out, her abused body twitching at the marathon session she’d been hilariously, outrageously, unprepared for.
She felt his hands grip her tender flanks, squeezing them, jiggling them, slapping them, toying them at his leisure. Why, she had half a mind to turn around and verbally tear into him for subjecting her to this most undignified of situations. How dare he use those hands and tongue of his to turn her into a babbling, twitching lump of warm putty? How dare he throw her down onto the musty old bed and make her scream in a manner no other stallion had before? And now he helped himself to her body, pawing at it like a monkey in heat knowing full well she was far, far too spent to do anything about it.
Buck him! Buck Anonymous! Buck him and that wonderful, throbbing cock of his!
Twilight whimpered softly as she felt his hands snake around her barrel. He picked her up with contemptuous ease, cradling her to his chest, her forehooves folded to her own chest as she looked up at him. He looked down on her with a knowing smirk, sorely tempting Twilight to give in to the overwhelming urge to use her magic and seal his mouth shut. Despair swelled in her heart as she realized she couldn’t even do this to try and enact a modicum of revenge, her body too tired, her mind too muggy to even attempt to muster the needed concentration for such a feat.
She saw his lips move. Talking, probably. More likely taunting her. Sweet Celestia, she was so tired. Her body ached in places, both unmentionable and not. Her back felt stiff and sore, her marehood surely teetering on the edge of ruination. She smacked her lips, stale and dry. By the heavens, what she wouldn’t do for some water.
Anonymous reached somewhere off to the side and she felt a hard, unyielding something poke at her lips. Her eyes widened as she felt a cold, familiar trickle of liquid run down the sides of her mouth. Water! Sweet, life-giving water! She drank slowly, tentatively, savoring the ambrosial fluid as it quenched her thirst, bringing some life back to her.
Anonymous smiled and laughed. He ruffled her mane and bent down to place a light kiss on her forehead. Twilight considered spitting the water back in his face, but he’d probably like it so she gulped it down.
Now they both lay down in the bed, not talking, chests heaving as the exhaustion caught up with their bodies. Twilight craned her neck to look out the one good window in the dingy apartment. Anonymous opened it some time ago in the hopes of attracting a cooling breeze, one that would make the warm, humid Manehattan night a tad more bearable. So much for that. At the very least the ceiling fan worked, valiantly spinning even as it shifted precariously in its hinges. Somepony should probably fix that, Twilight thought. Her eyes followed it, its swaying motions oddly hypnotizing. She closed her eyes, hoping the sweet embrace of sleep would claim her and yet... yet she felt oddly restless.
A hand casually rested atop her belly. Twilight’s ear twitched in annoyance. Well, she’d just keep her eyes closed. Maybe he’d get the hint. His hand idly traced her soft fur, his nails gently scraping her sensitive belly. Twilight made a conscious effort not to hum in contentment.
Perhaps she’d allow him to continue. It was incredibly relaxing, filling her head with a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling. Of course, this did not sit well with Anonymous. His hand trailed lower, fingers finding one of her sensitive teats. Twilight could not hold back a small groan of pleasure as he expertly rolled and pulled on it, toeing that gap between pleasurable and painful.
The bed shifted, and Twilight stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Something prodded at her marehood. Something slick, warm and hard. Her eyes snapped open, her head jerking upwards to find Anonymous kneeling before her, his cock once again at full mast, poking at her entrance.
“Ag-again?!” she barely managed to squeak out, equal parts awe, trepidation and fear playing on her face.
Anonymous looked up with that infuriatingly self-satisfied smirk on his face and pushed. Twilight threw her head back, moaning as he hilted himself in one swift stroke. Her hooves pawed at her mane, her breath coming out in shaky puffs through clenched teeth.
How was this possible? He’d been going at it for hours and still he wasn’t finished! Her hind legs weakly kicked at his chest. Well, more like forcefully tapped, so spent she was. Anonymous did not allow this to deter him. His fingers found her little love button and applied just enough pressure. Twilight might have gurgled something.
A part of her genuinely feared her body would break under the human’s less than gentle treatment. On the other hoof, a perverse sort of thrill shot up her spine as he completely, utterly, dominated her.
He leaned down and bit at the nape of her neck. Twilight’s body seized, her legs jerked, spasming, as her body shook from yet another orgasm. How many had it been now? She genuinely didn’t know, and her marehood barely leaked, long since given its all.
Anonymous did not stop. Even leaving Twilight a spent, quivering mess he did not stop. Even worse, her body welcomed it. It welcomed the relentless, inexhaustible pleasure that might be masquerading as pain. Twilight bit her lip as she looked to Anonymous, still smirking that knowing smirk, knowing she was powerless before the sinful, carnal delights he shamelessly foisted upon her.
As Twilight’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mind kept on playing the mantra she’d all but ingrained upon it.
Buck him! Buck Anonymous!