This is what teenagers do when it's the holidays and they have nothing to do. Inspired by life.
A bit of filler due to my shorter chapter in 'Reunited'
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Extras (2) : Double Entendre
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You pump harder, trying your best to get a result. You hoof aches, stopping your action halfway. You lean back, exhausted and unhappy. You curse under your breath.
Fuck
You regain your composure and try again; grabbing it with both hooves. You try a different method, working up a slow steady pace, adjusting yourself to the rhythm. You feel it beginning to get harder, forcing you to use more energy in your thrust. You clamp it tightly, ensuring you get a good grip on the shaft.
You grab a bunch of tissues and frantically wipe away the sweat, forming on your forehead. You casually toss the used tissues into a discarded pile of others. You quickly glimpse the mound of crumpled, used tissues growing beside you.
By now, you've created a steady pace, pumping with great effort. You never remembered it being this hard or taken this long before. For the past half hour you've exercised yourself without success. Your change of approach is seeming to yield better results.
You think of ways to help you work faster; maybe a bit of encouragement. You try and imagine desirable thoughts; scenes of you alone on a beach. Maybe on a secluded island, away from any other pony.
Meh. Too lonely...
You quickly add in images of yourself accompanied with a special somepony. You imagine lying down casually on he beach at sunset. Out to your front the deep orange sunset across the ocean. You imagine a figure, shadowed and blackened by the sunset.
You continue to keep a good rhythm, switching between hooves whenever each one gets ached or tired.
The silhouette comes closer, approaching you slowly. The pony figure grows larger as it nears you. It reveals itself to be a mare. Not just any mare; A brightly coloured cyan mare. The contrast between the almost baby blue hued pony and the striking red sunset is stunning. More eye-catching is the contrast on colour on the Pegasus in front of you. She is clad in a navy blue bikini, slowly strutting up to you...
You snap out of your lustful trance, wiping away a stream of drool hanging down your chin. You feel slightly red faced but find your fantasies a good way to pass the time.
You feel something, a tightness; you change your style once more; favoring harder, slower movements over a frantic pumping.
Come on you little fucker. What more do you want?
You almost regret using the gel, finding it hard to work your tool. You sigh in disappointment but en devour on.
You hear a tiny voice in your head; egging you on. You obey it, again resorting to both hooves grasping tightly. It was now or never.
You feel the tightening sensation grow even tighter. You forget your slow and steady strategy and frantically pump with all your might and force. You thrust your whole body into the action. You start to feel a surface of sweat entirely cover your fur; giving an uncomfortable sticky sensation.
It gives way; you release your grip on it and watch as it flows. The liquid pours without hindrance. You stare at it, watching and almost wanting to kiss your tool but quickly realizing how wrong that would be. Within seconds it's over. You lean back, wiping a trail of sweat on your neck. You hear a commotion at the door. You stumble, trying to stand up straight.
You spot a large Pegasus peek his head it. His eyes drift to your weapon, still in the grasp of your hooves. He turns his head and spots your work. He smiles you a devilish smirk. You stare at him angrily.
"Lightning. I can't believe you actually did it."
"Fuck off Thunder."
"I could hear your grunts from the living room."
He walks towards you, almost gagging as he spots your pile of discarded tissues.
"Uhh. You going to clean that up?"
You roll your eyes at him before picking up your pieces. You head off towards your shower, desperately in need of a cleaning.
As you walk past Thunder you shove your weapon towards him. You tool of choice.
"Next time; You fix the bloody sink."
"I don't want your stinking plunger."
He pushes your plunger aside, before staring at the now unblocked fixture. A childish smile is plastered on his face.
You quietly make your way towards your bathroom. You think to yourself. Reminding yourself of that image of the beach. Just yourself and Rainbow Dash.
Celestia. I can clop to that...
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And that's my anecdote; unclogging my kitchen sink. Maybe a guide on how to use a plunger? A story about unclogging a sink; Crazy fool.
Yeah. Seriously. Anybody who's ever unclogged a sink will know that satisfying feeling after all that pumping. You haven't lived life if you haven't worked a plunger.
Double entendre:
Noun
1) A word or phrase open to two interpretations, one of which is usually risqué or indecent.
2) Humor using such words or phrases.
This is safe for work. I guess. If it isn't then you've got a sick, twisted mind :3