On the outside, Twilight Sparkle is a thoughtful, wonderful young woman with a very bright future ahead of her. She's the picture of a good girl, who wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary. On the inside, however, she has an insatiable taste for submission.
One man discovers this. He acts appropriately to the situation.
Warning: Filthy >No-Hooves and Anonymous, because I was too lazy to think of another name.
Canterlot High School, home of the Galloping Broncos, was a ghost town. The students had left long ago to enjoy their weekends. The teachers were gone as well, some to the nearest bar to drink away all of the horrors they had witnessed in these halls, while others spent their evening staring at the walls, wondering what could have been, or eating their body weight in cake and sweets, as a certain principal was doing. Even the cleaning crew had yet to turn up.
The school would have been void of life entirely if not for the fact that two of its students found themselves in the library. One was a young man, stressed and haggard-looking, his hair sticking up every which way as if he had been running his fingers through it rigorously. The other was a bespectacled young woman of the same age, and the main reason why the two had been allowed to stay in the school so long after everyone had left.
The first was Anon, the other was Twilight Sparkle. For the past two hours the two had been sitting at a too-small table, notes and pencils and calculators strewn about, slaving over one of the vilest of subjects: Math.
Anon was looking at Twilight with narrowed but hopeful eyes. For the past forty-five minutes he had been on the same math problem. It was, of course, also the last problem that he needed to do before he could go home and turn his brain off for the next two days. He had wrestled with it, sworn at it, threw it, his textbook, and one of his shoes across the room, but he was pretty sure that he had done it. Eighty-five percent sure at the very least.
Twilight, his friend, tutor, and the only person dorky enough to watch Pro Wrestling at his house every Thursday, stared down at his work. Her brow was furrowed and her glasses sat a ways down her nose, as they always did when she was deep in thought. A pencil was intertwined in her fingers, spinning around in slow circle with each twitch of a digit.
“Hmm… I’m sorry, Anon. This isn’t right either,” she said with a shake of her head, looking over at him.
Several emotions flash across Anon’s face, most of them unpleasant. Thankfully, for both him and the library, despair won out.
Shoulder’s sagging, Anon let his head slam against the table. “Fuck Trig,” he said, his voice muffled by paper. “Fuck Trig, Fuck Mrs. Harshwhinny for making me take this stupid class, and fuck this planet.”
Twilight giggled. “Come on, it’s not that bad,” she said, reaching over to give his head a pat. “You were so close. There’s just one step that you didn’t do.”
Slowly, with some gentle coaxing from Twilight, Anon lifted his head. With tired, broken eyes he stared down at the equation before him.
“…Did I forget to carry the two?”
A smile exploded across Twilight’s face. “Yep, that’s exactly it,” she said.
Too mentally exhausted to summon up any feeling of joy at breakthroughs, Anon grabbed his calculator. It was a simple matter of typing in the correct numbers and he was finished. Though he had cried, sweated, and bled, he was at long last able to write that last answer down in his notebook.
“Finally,” he said, tossing his pencil away and letting his head flop back down onto the table. “Now I can die in peace.”
Smiling, Twilight gave his back a rub. “You did great.”
“It took me two and a half hours to get twenty math problems, Twi.”
Twilight giggled. “You’re getting better. You should be proud, Mr. Grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy. I’m just sick of this math garbage.”
“You shouldn’t be. Math is very important to our everyday life, even math like this. And besides, men are statistically inclined to do well in math.”
Anon turned his head to the side so he could look up at the grinning nerd with a single eye. He tried to summon up what hatred and vitriol that he had, but failed utterly, only ending up looking even more tired.
“You can take your statistics and shove them up wherever you’re so inclined,” he said, making a rude gesture with a hand.
“Well, I’m proud of you, Anon,” Twilight said, practically beaming. “Most guys would have gotten too frustrated or just given up, but you didn’t!”
Sighing, Anon sat up. “I’d quit if I could, Twi. Unfortunately, Mrs. Harsh won’t let me drop the class, and if I fail it’s gonna make graduating impossible.”
“You’ll do fine,” Twilight said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
She stopped for a moment, a strange expression crossing her face as she looked at him. It was gone as quickly as it had come however, so Anon didn’t so much as notice it as the bookworm gave his shoulder a squeeze.
“I’ll help you every step of the way. I promise.”
Despite his exhaustion, Anon smiled. “Thanks a bunch, Twi. You’re a good friend.”
Twilight’s chest puffed out just a hair at the praise. “There’s nothing to thank me for. Any gentlewoman would go out of her way to help a guy.”
Anon grinned as he reached up and touched the lip of an imaginary sunhat. “M’lady.
A blush exploded across Twilight’s face. “Y-You know what I mean,” she said, giving him a light shove. “It’s just good manners. And I’d always help a friend…”
Anon chuckled, giving her shoulder a pat. “I know, Twi, and I love you for it,” he said. “You’re a fucking shooting star dynamo, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. Now why don’t we go ahead and get outta this dump.”
Twilight nodded, reaching for some of the papers on the table, only for Anon to stop her.
“I’ll get all of this stuff,” he said, waving her toward the door.
“Are you sure? I’d be happy to help,” Twilight offered, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Then the two of us can leave and I’ll drive you home.”
“Eh, I think I need to sit here for a bit anyway and let my brain recharge,” Anon replied, covering his face with a hand as he leaned back in his chair. “I need the walk anyways.”
Though she didn’t look too sure about the whole thing, Twilight nodded. “Alright,” she said, standing up. “I’ll text you later?”
Anon silently nodded as she stood up and grabbed her backpack, slipping it onto her back. She was just about to make her way toward the exit when her friend extended both hands.
“Come ‘ere,” he said, his eyes shut as he opened and closed his hands.
Rolling her eyes, Twilight nevertheless leaned down and allowed Anon to give her a hug. A tight, nearly rib-crushing hug that she knew would have lifted her off her feet he had been standing. She did her best to return the hug, placing her head on his shoulders and letting her eyes slip shut.
“A fucking dynamo,” Anon said, giving her back a few hard taps.
He broke the hug. Twilight, with some hesitation, broke it a few moments later, standing back to her full height.
“Well, don’t stay too long,” she said, adjusting her skirt. “The janitors won’t be happy if they see you sleeping in here again.”
“That was one time,” Anon said, twisting his neck so that it cracked.
With a wave, Twilight made her way toward the library’s exit. As soon as the door closed behind her, Anon was bathed in complete and utter silence. He sat there, just letting himself do nothing but breathe. An hour could have passed, but he did finally open his eyes, shattering the silence with a raspberry.
“Let’s get this shit put away. I need to get outta this hellhole…”
Grabbing his backpack, Anon began shoveling papers and textbooks into it willy-nilly, not caring what was damaged or destroyed. The only thing that he did treat with any care was the notebook containing his just-finished homework. He placed it in a separate compartment away from everything else. When the table was cleared and as clean as he could get it - by rubbing a sleeve across its surface - he pushed back his chair, stood up, and turned, only for his foot to hit something.
Grunting, he looked down, expecting to see one of his notebooks on the floor. To his surprise however, it wasn’t a textbook, notebook, or piece of paper. It was a small, leather bound book that he had never seen before.
“What’s that?” he muttered with a frown, bending down to pick it up.
A quick check of both sides of the cover revealed nothing but slightly worn, brown leather. So, without a second thought, he cracked open the mystery book to the first page.
After some thought, I’ve finally decided to keep a journal.
My mind has been all over the place after the whole magic incident, not to mention the stress of moving to an entirely different school. I said as much to Sunset, and she said doing something like this would be good for me. She told me that her journal helps keep her anchored to some sense of normalcy and order, and I really, really, really need some of that in my life. So, I hope this works.
I’m trying my hardest to think of something else to write, but for the life of me I can’t think of anything but Mr. Cranky’s lecture during Chemistry, and how wrong he did everything. Writing corrections for his equations don’t seem like the proper use for a journal, so I guess I’ll end it here.
Anon, with a frown on his face, quickly closed the book, placing it onto the table. “This is Twilight’s handwriting,” he said to no one in particular.
He looked down at the little journal. Picking it back up, he quickly thumbed through it, seeing that it was getting very close to being full.
“Must have fallen out of her backpack or something,” he said, setting it back down onto the table. “Huh… I’d say that Twi wasn’t the type to keep journals but I’d be a goddamn liar…”
He looked toward the library’s exit. Twilight was no doubt already in her car and on her way home, so there was no way that he’d be able to hoof it after her. Which wasn’t a bad thing anyway, since he had no real desire to do any running whatsoever.
“I probably should tell her that I have it,” he said, looking back down at the journal. “Text her or something when I get home. I’m not doing anything tomorrow either, so I could just walk over and take it to her house if I wanted. Hell, I should do that anyways since we’re gonna be doing stuff.”
He looked around the library. While he was the only one there, he could still feel disapproval in the air, as if he were being watched. He shifted in his seat, leaning foward so he could drum his fingers against the table. Humming a tune to himself, he looked down at the journal before quickly looking away.
Anon’s face scrunched up. Brow furrowing, he sat back in his seat, his hands at his sides. A solid five seconds passed as he just sat there, battling himself.
As quick as a flash, he picked up the journal and opened it. “Let’s see what she’s got in here…”
He flipped through the journal’s pages haphazardly. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just something that he’d be able to tease his friend with at a later date. So he never read more than a sentence or two of each entry, never seeing anything that caught his attention.
I watched another video of IT today. It was a short one, only three minutes and fifty two seconds, but even so the feelings of embarrassment and shame came on as they do every time.
“Oh, here we go,” Anon said, wiggling excitedly in his seat. “I’m gonna tease the heck outta this dork!”
But that’s not the worst of it. The thing that makes me horrified was that I HAD to watch the video. I had to watch it, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away even as that woman was pinned to the mattress and treated like she was nothing more than a breeding sow. It’s shameful, degrading, and if any of my friends knew that I watched this stuff I don’t think I’d ever be able to live it down. Especially if Rainbow or Pinkie’s found out, heaven forbid.
But I don’t care. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as the man grunted and thrusted into that brunet with her black-rimmed glasses; the same sort of glasses that I I wear. Even now, hours after watching it, my entire body feels warm and coiled. I can barely write this entry, my mind’s so scrambled with thoughts of it.
A part of me should feel very worried about these confusing, growing emotions. A part of me wants to go back to watching regular videos that I can relieve myself with. But another part of me whispers that those sort of videos, the same kind that I’ve been watching since I was thirteen, aren’t going to do it anymore.
Anon’s excited grin was nowhere to be seen as he looked up from the journal. A look of contemplation had replaced it, along with the beginnings of a blush.
He wasn’t stupid, though one didn’t need to be all that smart to figure out what Twilight had written. His sweet nerd friend, the one that liked to drive him to school every morning and steal his orange juice when she thought he wasn’t looking, was in the middle of a fetish awakening. In most cases, with most of his friends, this would have had him on the ground laughing until he passed out. But this was Twilight.
Shifting through some very complicated emotions and thoughts, he skipped a couple of pages in the journal.
My choker came in today. I was both excited and horrified that either mom or dad would open the container before I got home. Thankfully, mom wasn’t at the door and I was able to take it up to my room in peace.
It was a bit tight around my throat, though I suspect that that’s the point. I think I was shaking when I felt the nylon dig into my skin.
Looking into my mirror, I saw that I was as red as a person can be without passing out. A thin layer of sweat had coated my entire body, and something was running down my legs.
I will need to see If wearing the collar makes orgasms as powerful as I think they will.
Anon cleared his throat so loudly that the noise made him jump. His head snapped up and whipped around the room, half expecting someone to be right behind him reading over his shoulder. Thankfully, there was no one to see the contents of the journal or the tent in his pants, so he flipped through a few more pages and read on.
Today I got some new neighbors. There was a boy in the family that I got to talk to when my parents and I went over to welcome them to the neighborhood. His name was Anon, and from what he told me he’s going to Canterlot High.
He seems very nice. A little nervous, but that’s to be expected, especially for a guy in a new place. I’ll have to remember to tell Sunset and the girls about him tomorrow, see if we can do something to make him a little more comfortable.
More pages were flipped, whole entries ignored or glossed over. In the silence of the room, Anon could hear his heart beating just a little faster.
This is starting to become frustrating.
Flash won’t even talk to me anymore after I tried to prod him on this thoughts for my particular fascination. I thought of contacting Timber, but from what Sunset told me, he got into trouble with the law. Apparently he was caught taping an adult video in one of the cabins at the camp, and now is getting charges pressed against him.
It’s a shame that he wasn’t able to upload the video before it was confiscated. I think that I would have very much liked to watch it.
Despite himself, a smile came to Anon’s face as he let out a snort.
I feel like I’m reaching for something that I can’t quite touch. There’s not enough boys in school to draw from, and even less that I know enough to even hold hands with.
On a brighter note, Anon seems to be getting far better with his math. He still gets frustrated, and I can see him look almost helpless at times when we’re working on his math together, but he tries, and that’s the most important thing.
I do my best to nudge him in the right direction, or give him some words of encouragement during our sessions together, but lately I’ve been finding it harder and harder to do so.
Thoughts I don’t want to think come to mind as I watch him hunched over a desk or table, his tongue stuck adorably out as he mulls over an equation.
He’s a lot bigger than me, and I know from experience that he can pick me up with ease. If he wanted, he could slam me onto a desk or against a wall like in those videos and I’d be completely powerless. I can see every little thing I’d want him to do to me, as if I’d made a checklist. I see him doing all of these things, not caring what I said or what I tried to do to stop him, as if I were nothing more than a worthless piece of meat.
I’ve been trying my hardest to ignore these thoughts. Anon’s a sweet, nice guy. I love talking to him or going over to his house to watch wrestling or anything else. He’s my friend; a very good friend that I’m lucky to have. But it’s getting harder. I can’t—
“Hey! What the heck do you think you’re doing?”
A yelp escaped Anon. He flailed wildly, sending the journal flying through the air and sending him and his chair crashing to the ground.
“Motherfucker!”
As quick as a flash, he hoped to his feet, looking over to see what was clearly a janitor. Said janitor didn’t look all that happy to see him.
“What are you doing here, kid?” he asked. “It’s almost eight o’clock!”
Anon, dazed and a little overwhelmed, looked toward the clock on the wall. Sure enough, it was a quarter past eight. He had been sitting there reading for hours.
His eyes snapped toward the journal on the floor. Making his way over toward it as best as he could with his overly tight pants, he bent down and snatched it up.
“Did you hear me kid?” the janitor said, his scowl deepening. “What are you doing?”
Anon brought the journal toward his chest as he looked over at the aging man, an almost haunted look in his eyes. He was silent for a few moments, thinking over his words very carefully. Then, in a tone that was confused and optimistic, he replied.
“Well, I think I’m about to start what looks like a very interesting weekend, sir.”
Saturday came by far too quick. Anon, barely able to sleep after what had happened the day before, might have missed it entirely if not for that fact he’d promised to be at Twilight’s by twelve o’ clock..
The latest pay-per-view for wrestling was later today, but like always, Twilight wanted him there early so that the two could “pre-game.” This usually consisted of spending nearly the whole day sitting around, watching silly videos and teasing each other. Maybe, if they were both feeling bold and Twilight’s parents were out of the house for the weekend—which, luckily enough, they so happened to be—Twilight would root around in her mother’s liquor cabinet and they’d actually do a bit of drinking.
Usually, days like this would be the ones that Anon enjoyed most, just having fun with a really good, really awesome friend. But now there was a rather large monkey wrench in the machine. And, as he made his way over to Twilight’s house, a backpack full of “the essentials” slung over his shoulder, he was trying to decide what to do.
How does one speak to their friend after finding out about all of their fetishes, some of which involved him? And how on earth did he sort out his thoughts and feelings when many of his admittedly very attractive friend’s fetishes were things that he wasn’t against doing?
Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t been able to find an answer for these questions in the last sixteen hours. Still, he had promised Twilight that he’d be over, and he was going to be damned if he’d miss a pay-per-view show. So, gathering up his gumption, his courage, and whatever else was lying around in his bedroom, he had made the fifty foot trip to Twilight’s.”
The Sparkle house was one of the larger on his street, and one of the oldest in the town as well. The home was Victorian to its core, from its arched windows to its sloped, ornate roof to the way that the two-story home seemed to just rise from the earth so it could lord over all that surveyed it. It’s once bone white exterior had been painted an odd shade of purple however, and a nice front porch had been built, giving the old home a somewhat new feeling.
It was this front porch that Anon walked up to, doing his best to remain calm as he made his way up its stone steps and knocked on the front door. He could hear movement inside of the house, along with some swearing. The door swung open, revealing Twilight.
She was wearing a pair of loose, pajama bottoms and a tight-fitting undershirt, as she usually did during these little get-togethers of theirs. Her hair was done up in a tight ponytail as well, and she seemed to be wearing the longest, fluffiest socks that she owned.
He tried not to think about how her modest breasts strained against the fabric of her undershirt, or how her pajama bottoms teased her surprisingly nice butt through the fabric, giving her his best smile. “Hey, Twi. You ready for some wrastlin’?”
Twilight, leaning against the doorframe, smiled right back at him, though it seemed surprisingly strained. “Hello, Anon. Glad you made it.”
“Of course I’d make it. You think I’d miss Super Slammers Seventeen?” he said, giving her shoulder a nudge.
She giggled, though Anon could tell that her heart wasn’t in the laughter.
“You alright, Twi? You seem a bit off,” he said, making a vague hand gesture.
“Huh? Oh, I’m fine. I just had a... rough night is all,” Twilight replied, looking away from him.
“Oh, well that sucks,” he said.
Anon looked his friend up and down. His brow furrowed, and his back straightened, shoulders squared.
Slinging his backpack around, he unzipped the thing and pulled out the journal that he had spent all night reading.
“Hey, right before I left the school I saw that this was on the ground and—”
Before he could finish his sentence, the journal was ripped out of his hands. Jumping in surprise, he looked up to see Twilight hugging the book to her chest. Her eyes were wide and filled with panic, and her face was as red as he had ever seen it.
“There you are! Where did you find this? Did you read any of it?! Please don’t tell me that you read any of it!” she yelled.
A lesser man might have broken down, ran away, gotten down on his knees and begged for forgiveness. But Anon had been running this scenario over and over in his mind for the whole night, and he was no lesser man. If he was able to weasel his way out of gym class for three years straight through a complicated web of lies, deception, and photoshopped pictures, he’d be able to keep a straight face here.
“I just saw it on the ground and figured that you dropped it or something,” he said, shrugging. “It is yours, right?”
Twilight’s eyes glanced down toward the journal, the back up at him. “…Oh,” she said, nodding her head. “Yes, it is mine.” She hugged it a little tighter against her chest, her panic lessening somewhat. “I’ve been looking for it for hours. I thought I lost it.”
She chewed on her lip, searching his face.
“Thanks for bringing this to me,” she said, fidgeting nervously. “There’s a… lot of personal things in this.”
“I figured.”
“You... You didn’t read anything, did you?”
“Reading? Pff, yeah right,” he said, snorting. “Like I’d read anything that I didn’t need to. I just opened the first page and saw that it looked like your handwriting, so I thought I’d give it to you.”
Seconds passed as the two looked at each other. Twilight’s eyes narrowed slightly, and her lower lip stuck out. Anon did his very best to be the picture of innocence. Despite his best efforts, however, a bead of sweat formed on his brow and began to make its way down his face.
A solid minute passed, and he was just about to break down and confess everything when Twilight sighed. “Good, great,” she said, looking relieved. “Thank you, Anon. Really. And I’m sorry for snapping at you like I did.”
“Nothing to worry about, Twi,” Anon replied, quickly wiping the bead of sweat away before giving her shoulder a light punch. “Now are you gonna let me in or what? Those dumb pet videos aren’t gonna watch themselves.”
Twilight laughed, fanning her face with a hand to try to get rid of her blush. “Come on in and set up. I’ll just put this in my room for safe keeping.”
Spinning around, she made her way into the house. Anon watched her go, quietly fist pumping at a successful lie before going inside and closing the door behind him. Twilight was already halfway up the stairs toward her bedroom, leaving him to make his way into her living room.
He did so, dropping his backpack onto the table and sitting down on the couch. Looking around the room, he leaned forward, rubbing his hands together.
A few of the fantasies that Twilight had described in her journal popped into his head. The bookworm had been very descriptive on some of the things that she wanted done to her. Very descriptive in some cases. And more than a few fantasies began on this very couch.
Though he didn’t know it, Anon licked his lips, opening and closing his hands as he stared at a corner in the room. He was about to let himself become lost in his thoughts again when the sound of someone racing down the steps came from the other side of the wall.
“Alright, now that that’s out of the way why don’t we start, huh?” Twilight said, walking into the room a few moments later.
Her blush was mostly gone, though Anon could clearly tell that she was a bit embarrassed about the whole situation. There was some stiffness in her movements as she walked, a jerky quickness that one wouldn’t have even noticed if they weren’t looking. She also seemed to be looking around the room as if she expected someone to jump out of the shadows to tickle and tease her. Nevertheless, she made her way over toward the couch with a surprisingly amount of enthusiasm, her laptop under an arm.
Anon watched as she neared, eyeing the empty space to his left. With each step she took, two opposing sides waged an apocalyptic war within him. One side was common sense, the part of him that was screaming all of the very bad things that could and probably would happen if he went through with any of the things that he had been thinking about since last night. The other side originated below the belt, and therefore it didn’t care very much for anything other than fulfilling some of his more animalistic urges.
With a happy murmur, Twilight brushed past him, turning around to sit down. Anon’s eyes snapped down to her butt, and his heart skipped a beat. Before he realized what he was doing, his hands reached out. Grabbing her around the waist, he guided her smoothly into his lap.
Seconds passed. The room grew very still and quiet. Time seemed to drag on, until both Anon and Twilight had fully processed what had just happened.
A low, panicked sound escaped Twilight’s throat. She looked downward, then at the hands pressed against her sides. Anon could feel her body tensing. A bolt of panic raced through him, causing him to wrap his arms around her waist so he could stop her from hopping up and racing out of the room.
“A-Anon, what are y-you doing?!” she yelled, whipping her head around to look at him, very nearly flinging her laptop across the room in the process.
“I…” Anon cleared his throat, thinking his words over very carefully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Twi.”
Twilight looked at him, her bewilderment and outrage growing more and more apparent. “You don’t know at I’m talking about? Why in the name of Marie Curie did you make me sit in your lap?!” she said.
She tried to sit up and push herself off of him but he tightened his grip around her waist, forcing her to sit back down. She tried again, and again Anon stopped her.
When her rump reconnected with his lap for that second time, Anon saw something that made him a little less nervous. Twilight’s eyes lost some focus, her breath hitching as her eyelids fluttered. It only lasted a moment before she was once again red-faced and outraged, but it did give him a bit of hope.
“I just thought that you’d like to sit on my lap today,” Anon said, just managing to keep the shimmer out of his voice. “Since it’s so cold and all. I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“Cold? It’s not cold in here! And even if it—eep!”
Twilight’s knees knocked together as he gave her thighs a squeeze.They were as wonderful as they looked whenever Twilight wore her short-shorts to school. Not too muscular, not too skinny, with the kind of soft skin that could be felt through fabric. Anon, not able to help himself, gave them another squeeze.
A low, deep sound escaped Twilight’s throat. She squirmed in his lap, her fingernails digging into her pajama bottoms.
“A-A-Anon…”
“I think it would be a good idea to sit in my lap, Twilight,” he said, desperately hoping that his tone sounded stern and filled with authority. “So you’re gonna sit in my lap. Alright?”
For a good two minutes, she tried to reply to him. She failed time and again, her sentences turning into mumbling, rambling, stuttering nonsense. Once or twice, she tried to get out of his lap, only to fail, which would make her attempts at communication worse. Eventually she simply gave up, staring straight ahead, blushing so hard that it was creeping down her neck.
Anon couldn’t help but smile. “Twi? Aren’t we gonna watch videos?” he asked, giving her side a poke.
Twilight flinched. She looked back at him, then at the laptop under her arm. “Y-Yeah…”
“Well, put that sucker on the table and let’s watch some stuff then,” he said, letting go of her.
It took a few moments for Twilight to realize that she was free to get up.
“Okay,” she said, getting to her feet.
A strange thrill went through Anon as she leaned down to place her computer onto the counter, opening it up and loading the browser. Twilight’s butt was ever so slightly swaying side to side as she worked, letting him ogle to his heart’s content.
“A-Alright. Here’s this one video about turning cardboard into solar panels that I was telling you about the other day,” Twilight said, looking over her shoulder.
Her eyes wandered over toward the empty seat on the couch next to him. Anon just sat back, raising an eyebrow.
“Sounds good. Sit back down and we can watch it,” he said.
Twilight said nothing. She didn’t even so much as blink as her gaze bounced between him and the space next to him.
Clicking the start button on the video, she slowly stood up. She took a half step back, then another. Her purple eyes looked down at the floor as, without saying a word, she sat in Anon’s lap.
Anon’s smile grew as his arms once again wrapped around her lap, securing her in place. “There we go. Now let’s see what all the fuss is about, huh?”
The whole twenty-minute video went by in silence. Anon didn’t watch a second of it.
He had thought that Twilight might be a bit heavy, but she was anything but. Her weight, and the way her ass filled his entire lap brought an emotion welling up in him that he had never felt before. It tingled in his extremities. Each breath he took felt fuller, and his body felt lighter.He enjoyed the feeling, so much so that he wanted to see if he could expand upon it.
Slowly, so as not to freak her out, he leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. He could smell the flowery soap that Twilight used, could feel her diaphragm expanding and constricting with each breath she took. He could feel her gentle body heat, as well as how soft her body was wherever he touched.
Twilight jumped as he pressed his face against her shoulder blade, nuzzling in firmly. Her shoulder hunched up and her eyes widened at the contact.
“Anon, quit messing around and watch this!” she said. She twisted around as best as she could, causing his head to pop out from underneath her arm. “Now why—”
Her sentence died in her throat as Anon simply pressed his head against her side. His grip on her tightened, so that there was as much contact between their bodies as possible.
“W-Why don’t…”
Twilight’s breath quickened. Her eyes became half-lidded as she rubbed her thighs together. Her arm lost its strength, falling around Anon’s shoulders to lie limply.
“Twi, video’s over,” Anon said, doing everything in his power to keep himself from grinning.
Twilight didn’t so much as twitch, lost in her own little world.
“Twi? Hey, earth to Twilight? You alright there?” Anon asked, giving her belly a poke.
When she still didn’t reply, he gave her another poke in the side. When that failed as well he jabbed the spot right under her right breast.
Twilight’s eyes bugged out of her head not a moment later. She didn’t scream, but she did make a sound that was not of this world as she leapt off of the couch.
“Y-Yes! The video! The video that we were watching together!” She laughed to herself, as if she had just been told a risqué joke. “It’s over. We need to watch something else.”
Anon could feel laughter at the back of his throat, but he managed to beat it down in a shocking show of willpower. “Put on one of those stop-motion comedy things we were watching last time,” he said.
Twilight looked back at him, somehow becoming redder, before turning back toward her laptop. “Okay! Good! That’s a wonderful c-choice!”
Her fingers danced across the keyboard as she typed the words into the search engine. As she did that, Anon was doing his best to readjust himself, hand pushing his rapidly hardening cock against his thigh.
Twice, Twilight’s shaky hands typed in the wrong things. She bit her lip with a nervous little wiggle, opening and closing them. On the third attempt she succeeded, bringing up the video. With a relieved sigh, she stood up and immediately sat back down in Anon’s lap.
With that, the two slowly began to get a bit more comfortable with their positions. Anon was no longer worried about ripping through his blue jeans or having any pre-ejaculational issues. Twilight’s blush had lessened somewhat, and she began to relax.
Minutes passed. Both Twilight and Anon would attempt to catch one another’s eye. If one of them did they’d both instantly look away, fidgeting as best as they were able.
For a long while, Anon had kept his hands on her thighs. He’d let his fingers trace circles around the fabric of her pajamas. Sometimes he’s catch himself drumming songs against them. Once or twice, when he was feeling bold, he’d give them a squeeze.
Twilight would always make the same noise as he did this, a choked, grunting whimper or mewl. It would be immediately followed by her tensing up for a few moments, then wiggling in his lap until he stopped.
For a while, this made him content, brought a smile to his face and the feeling of delight. But soon this wasn’t enough. He really wanted to feel her squirm.
“This scene must have taken months to make,” Twilight said as they both watched another stop-motion animation video. “Tens of thousands of pictures for just a few minutes’ worth of film…”
Anon looked up at her to see that she was completely enraptured by the video. He waited for a few seconds, to see if she’d move or look his way, but there was no need to worry. Her guard was as low as it had been since he had gotten here; even her blush was gone.
His hands, just touching her pajama bottoms, made their way upward. He touched Twilight’s belly lightly. He grabbed the cotton undershirt, rubbing the fabric between his pointer finger and his thumb. Twilight didn’t notice him, watching as a clay model on her laptop screen walked across a cookie tray.
Giving her shirt a few tugs, he lifted it up just enough to reveal a slightly pudgy belly. Anon released the breath he didn’t know he had been holding. His eyes snapped back at Twilight’s face.
Doubt crept in, and with it came fear, indecision, and an anxiety that would have made him puke his guts out if he had eaten anything this morning. These sensations mingled oddly with his arousal and excitement. It felt like he was sitting on the end of a cliff, and any little touch would send him over.
Slowly, he pressed a trembling hand against Twilight’s bare stomach.
Twilight looked down, eyebrow raised as he gave her belly a few pokes. He ignored her look, pressing a finger into her belly button with a quiet, “Boop.”
She giggled, a small smile coming to her face. That smile immediately disappeared when he noticed that both of her friend’s hands were traveling downward.
“Anon, what are you—H-HEY!”
Her blush came roaring back as his fingers slipped underneath waistband. Both of her hands shot down, stopping them from moving an inch further.
“Anon, I don’t know what the heck you’re doing but I’m gonna put my foot down now!” she said. “I’m done with your boyish whimsy, and all of this!—”
“Twilight,” Anon interrupted, his tone deadly calm. “You’re oing to take your hands off of me so I can do what I want.”
Twilight’s eyes widened. “What?! No you’re—”
“Twilight. Move your hands. Now.”
All of her indignation, all of anger, it all drained from Twilight’s face as she sat there looking at him. A flicker of something gleamed in her eyes as her mouth opened and closed, trying to say something. Anon gave her no time to collect her thoughts, pushing his hands into her pants.
“A-Anon,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He said nothing, letting his fingers slide across her bare thighs. They were as soft and smooth as anything that he had ever felt, with just enough fat in them to have a pleasant springiness. He let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding, he gave Twilight’s back a nuzzle.
A noise filled his ears, surprising him. It was a growl. For a moment, he thought it was Spike coming in to ruin his fun, only for him to realize that he was making the sound.
Blinking, he looked up at Twilight. The girl was cherry red. A thin coat of perspiration coated her face. She was breathing hard, and looked very close to tears. One of her hands was also edging down between her legs.
“Spin around and face me,” he said, pulling his hands out of her pants.
Twilight did as she was asked without saying a word, swinging herself around so her legs straddled his thighs. To balance herself, she placed her hands on his shoulders. Anon could feel her hands shaking, and her grip was so tight that it might have hurt if his world was anything else than the pretty nerd in front of him and the sound of blood pounding in his ears.
“Arms around my neck. If you make any noise you’re getting punished.”
Twilight’s legs twitched. “P-Punish—”
Rearing back both hands, Anon drove them down toward the bookworm’s backside. A dull, meaty slap filled the air. Twilight yelped, her glasses nearly falling from her face with the force of the blow.
“Punished,” Anon said. “Now…”
He cupped her bottom, giving her cloth-covered cheeks a squeeze. Twilight sucked a lungful of air through her teeth her body going rigid.
“Huh, this feels a bit firmer than I thought it would,” he said. “Have you been working out with Dash? If you are, you should keep doing it…”
He frowned, brow furrowing in thought.
His mind went back to Twilight’s journal. He thought about those journal entries that his friend had written about this couch, and all of the things that she had wanted to be called while on it.
He cleared his throat, feeling his face heating up as most of the confidence that he had been building up just drained away. His eyes snapped toward Twilight, and with some alarm he noticed that she was staring at him strangely. Panicking, and not knowing what to do, he gave her ass a slap.
Twilight twitched, a long, low moan escaping her. He gave her another hard slap for the noise. Her back arched, pressing her chest close to his face.
“...Keep doing it you, dork.” Letting a hand make its way up toward the middle of her back, Anon pushed her toward him.
Twilight looked up at him. Tears were falling down her cheeks, her glasses looked like they were about to fall off, and her lower lip was quivering, but in her eyes was an excitement unlike any that he had ever seen.
“S-Slut,” she said. “Call me slut, p-please.”
Anon felt her arms hook around his neck, and with a little push, she forced both him and her together. The couch creaked as their bodies mashed together. Anon, not expecting the sudden contact, nevertheless growled, nuzzling his face in between her breasts as her hands desperately touched every inch of his head and back.
He could smell Twilight’s natural scent, her sweat, the soap and shampoo that she used. With each breath that he took, he inhaled more and more of her. In this position, her body felt almost scalding hot. He could also feel the sweat beginning to seep through her clothes.
She moaned into his ear, gently grinding herself against him.
Anon twitched, his breathing hitching for a half second before he managed to gain control of himself. “You like that, slut?” he asked, his contorting as he forced out the last word.
Twilight’s fingers dug into his hair as she bit her lip. “I… I c-can’t—”
Her face contorted in both pain in pleasure as he slapped her so hard that his fingers stung.
“Y-Yes! YES!”
Twilight’s fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her knees tapped and squeezed against his hips. Anon’s cock felt like it was going to explode out of his pants. He gave her ass another slap, then another. He didn’t even realize that he had some point pulled her pajama bottoms down just enough so he could hit her bare bottom, just enjoying the meaty thud his hand made as it connected with her ass.
“What the hecks wrong with you? Liking stuff like this?” Anon asked. “You’d think one of the smartest, prettiest girls in school wouldn’t be such a weirdo.”
Twilight pulled back to look at him. Her face was red, and it looked as if she couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye.
“...You think I’m the prettiest girl in school?”
Anon’s mouth opened as one of Twilight set on of her hands on his shoulder. He could feel a blush working its way down to his belly button as he desperately tried to formulate an answer.
“I mean… What I was trying to… The thing…”
Realizing that he was fumbling, he did the only thing that he could do: slap Twilight on the ass as hard as she could.
The sound rang throughout the room. Twilight jerked, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. “O-Oh!”
Her fingernails dug into her shoulder as she opened her mouth. Anon gave her half a dozen more slaps, hoping that she’d forget everything he had said, while cursing himself.
With each blow, Twilight seemed to lose herself to pleasure. Her eyes were shut tightly, and it looked like she was trying her hardest not to scream. Anon dove forward, burying his face into her neck. He planted a kiss on her throat, then placing a trail of nibbles along her collar bone.
Her back arched, and she gasped. “A-Anon, wait…”
Whatever tension that was left in her upper body disappeared on the next strike. Moaning, she let herself fall against him. The only sign that she was even still conscious was that her legs were doing their best to crush his hips.
More bites up along her neck, each becoming less and less gentle. Every few inches, Anon would stop, planting a few kisses on her throat, or sucking on her neck until he left a hickey.
Twilight tried to curl in on herself, hair falling all around her face. Her eyes shot open, and if Anon would have cared to look he would have seen awe and fear. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, her back arching.
Her head jerked upward, sending her glasses flying as she let out a scream. Anon flinched, jerking away as the shrill, almost pained yell tore through the air. He looked up at Twilight, a bolt of fear flashing through him. He opened his mouth, about to ask what was wrong and if she was okay, but what he saw gave him pause.
Twilight’s eyes were rolling in her skull. A bead of drool was making its way down her chin as he twitched and jerked, her mouth partially hung open.
Anon frowned, wondering what the hell she was doing, when he felt something odd. A wetness that was seeping through his pants. Looking down, he saw that Twilight’s pajamas were completely soaked around the groin.
“Did… did you cum?” he asked, startled.
When Twilight didn’t answer, he placed a hand under her chin and forced her to look at him.
“Hey. Hey, Twi, slut, whatever. Did you just cum?” he asked, giving her cheek a few taps.
Twilight continued to jerk and twitch, grinding herself against him, lost in her own little world for a good long while. No amount of talking or slapping brought her out of her little stupor—in fact, giving her another slap on the ass seemed to make the fit even worse—so the only thing that he could do was hold onto her and make sure that she didn’t fall off of him by accident.
As he waited for her to return to the mortal realm, he found himself cupping her face and just looking at her. After about a minute he found himself leaning her toward him, tilting her head downward as he leaned up.
He kissed that silly, fetish-riddled girl. It was nothing like the kisses Twilight had described in her journal, no biting or domination, just a simple peck. A warmth filled his chest as he did it, and that warmth spread throughout his body. So, he kissed her again, and again. Soon, he was lost in his own little world as well, and it wasn’t until a good deal later that Twilight was not only returning his kisses, but giggling to herself.
Anon pulled back, a smile on his face as he looked up at her. “You alright there?” he asked, trying to wipe the sweat and tears from her face with his thumb.
“I’ve never came that hard in my whole life,” she said, giggling drunkenly. “I don’t even know where my glasses went.”
“That’s something then,” Anon replied, reaching around to give her ass a grope. “S-Sluts like you must get off at least a dozen times a day, huh?”
Twilight bit her lip, wiggling in his lap. Darting forward, she kissed him. She leaned into it, her thumbs tracing circles around his cheeks. She didn’t use any tongue, but the kiss brought a blush to Anon’s face. He returned it, albeit with some nervousness, even as his other hand joined its twin to play with her bottom.
She let out a hum, her hips slowly rising and lowering to once again grind against him as she pulled away. Taking a few ragged breaths, she pressed her forehead against his, looking into his eyes.
“If I could get o-off like that twelve times a day I’d never leave the house.”
The fact that she was squinting, and couldn’t see him even from where she was without her glasses along with what she just said made Anon laugh.
“Well, why don’t we go to your room and see if we can get a couple more out of you huh? I mean, I didn’t even—”
“YES!” Twilight interrupted, excitement as clear as day on her face.
Anon could do nothing but laugh, pushing her away just a bit. “Alright. Do you wanna go to your bedroom and maybe—”
“If you want to, I mean!” Twilight interrupted.
“...So you want to do it then?” Anon asked.
Twilight nodded. “Of course!” she said. “My rooms a little messy though, so it might be a good idea if you let me go up and clean a bit before—eek!”
She jumped in Anon’s lap as he gave her a hard slap to the ass.
“I’m going to carry you up to your room. You’re going to take your clothes off and lie on your bed face down ass up. I’m then going to fuck you until the two of us can’t walk,” he said, giving her butt a few pats. “You got me, dork?”
Twilight smiled. “Call me slut,” she said, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the nose. “Or whore, or c-cumdump, or your slutty little n-nerd.”
“Alright, you slutty little nerd,” Anon replied, just resisting the urge to lay her down on the couch and kiss her until it was Sunday. “Now wrap those legs around me and hold on.”
It took some doing, he wasn’t an athletic man by any stretch of the imagination and Twilight was heavier than she looked, and getting a pair of glasses out from behind a couch while someone was hanging on you like a spider monkey is just as difficult as it sounds, but eventually Anon did manage to get the two of them out of the living room and toward the stairs.
The going was slow. Every few feet Twilight would pull him into a kiss, or he’d have to stop to nibble on her ears or neck. When they got to the foot of the stairs Anon had to press her against the wall so he could grind his aching, throbbing cock against her. But, with a little patience and an amount of groping that would have given both of Twilight’s parents a heart attack—her father much more so than her mother, the latter of which may have instead cheered for her little girl—they both found themselves at the top of the stairs stumbling into Twilight’s room.
Anon had been in this room quite a few times since Twilight began tutoring him. He knew that there were shelves filled with all sorts of scientific knick-knacks and computers running complex algorithms were running in the background. He also knew that even when the bookworm’s room was “sorted” there were sure to be clothes and other surprises splayed out all over the floor. He didn’t notice any of these things, just barging in like an angry bull.
Twilight laughed as her door was kicked open, then shrieked when Anon nearly sent the two of them tumbling to the floor after he stepped on a half-empty bottle of water. Thankfully, for the both of them, he was able to right himself at the last moment, a feat of athleticism that she rewarded by barraging his face with kisses. He returned them as best as he could, stumbling across the room and, by the grace of some higher power, managed to find Twilight’s bed.
Dropping the two of them into it, letting out a grunt of relief as Twilight’s weight disappeared from his body, Anon pinned her to the bed.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
Twilight let out a whine. “Rip these c-clothes off of me, please,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Louder,” he said, biting her neck.
Twilight’s fingers pulled at her bed sheets as he bit down as hard as he dared. He really didn’t want to draw blood but he did want to leave a mark that everyone would see. Her parents, her brother, the teachers and everyone else from school, he wanted everyone to know that this dork was someone else’s property.
“I-I,” she panted, looking up at the ceiling.
Anon growled into her throat. Twilight mewled, her hands shooting up to claw at his back.
“I want you to take these clothes off of me—”
“Rip them off of you.”
“Rip them off of me.”
“And then what?”
Twilight shut her eyes, squirming underneath him. “And then I want you to d-do whatever you want with me,” she said, the blush on her face brightening. “Use me. Turn me into your personal f-fuck toy…”
Anon sat up on his elbows, looking down at her. “Please,” he said sternly.
“Please,” Twilight parroted, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips.
Anon kissed her back before sitting up. “Get up. You’ve been in those clothes too long, slut.”
The next minute or two went by in a haze of kissing, biting, and touching. He took his time, stripping each article of clothing off his Twilight. It took him far longer than it should have, his hands didn’t seem to want to listen to him. He fumbled with his friend’s bra for what felt like a hour before Twilight herself, giving him a kiss and a giggle, helped him with that pesky article of clothing.
In the end, Anon found himself standing right next to the bed, naked as the day he was born. A thin coat of sweat covered his entire body. He looked disheveled, his eyes wild and his hair messy. His breathing as also ragged, and he was shaking. His cock, meanwhile, was as hard as it had ever been, a thin bead of precum leaking out of his tip in preparation for what was about to happen.
Twilight was in much of the same state. Her glasses were awkwardly hanging on her face. Her beautiful body, which she seemed to be trying to hide, was flush and sweaty. Anon drank every curve in, too stunned for words.
She was nearly perfect. All except for one thing.
He crouched down next to the bed, reaching in between the bed spring and the comforter. It took a moment or two, but he was eventually able what he had been looking for.
Twilight watched as he pulled out her collar and offered it to her. A small, bemused smile came to her face.
“Oh, you j-jerk,” she said with a giggle, giving his shoulder a gentle punch before taking the collar.
She put it on as Anon stood back up. Giving him a wink, she crawled into the bed and presented herself to him, her ass in the air and her face pressed against the bed.
“Come and get it… master~”
Without saying a word, Anon grabbed her by the hips, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. Twilight tried to lift her head up, only for him to grab her by the collar and force her head back onto the bed.
“Beg for it,” he said.
Twilight let out a breathless moan. “Please,” she said. “Please”
Holding her firmly down with one hand, he used his other to grab his cock and line it up to her entrance. Anon shivered as he felt the heat radiating off her. He closed his eyes, praying to any god that’d listen so he didn’t just explode all over her ass, and began to push himself inside.
He let out a quiet groan. Twilight was much more vocal.
“Yes” she moaned. “More!”
She tried to ram her ass back, but Anon simply pressed her head down a little more firmly. It was a tight fit, even with how wet his friend was—which made him a lot prouder than it probably should have— and despite her eagerness he didn’t want to hurt the girl. So, he went slow, stopping every inch or so to let her get acclimated.
“You’re… pretty tight for a whore,” he said, grunting as she tightened around him. “You might… not be able to fit all of me.”
“I will!” Twilight said. “I can take you all, sir! I promise! Please give it all to me, sir! Please! Oh fuck!”
With one last push, Anon felt himself hilting. He made a face, trying his hardest not to look down, or breath too hard, or making any sudden movements that might make him explode. He twisted Twilight’s collar, much to her delight, and counted backwards from twenty as slowly as he could.
When he reached one, and confident that there weren’t going to be any premature crisis’, looked down. Seeing his hips touching Twilight’s big red behind, seeing the hand prints that he had left, and seeing the girl twitch and shake made him bite his lip.
He pulled back an inch or two before thrusting forward. Twilight let out a moan as she was rocked forward, her toes curling. Taking a deep breath, he pulled back a few more inches and thrust forward. A meaty, wet slap filled the air prompting him to do it again.
“Harder!” Twilight yelled, pawing at her bedsheets. “Harder!”
Anon’s thrusts gained speed. Using Twilight’s collar as a grip, he hilted the girl again and again. Twilight’s body jerked and tensed with each thrust. Gritting his teeth, Anon reared back a hand and slapped Twilight’s ass. He then hilted her, allowing her to grind herself against him.
Twilight moaned, her grinds turning into reverse thrusting as she speared herself on his length. “A-Ah~! Oh god! Oh fuck!”
Her legs jerked and her eyes crossed. Anon twitched in startlement as he felt her tighten up around him. A moment later, his groin was coated in a fresh coat of fluids.
Giving her collar another tug, he gently thrusted inside of her, trying to prologue her orgasm. This caused Twilight to squeeze him all the harder, making his cock throb. He was getting close. He could feel a heat building up inside of his belly.
“A-Anon!” Twilight shouted. “Do page one hundred and three!”
Anon slowed his pace. “What?”
“Page one hundred and three! In my journal! The entry where I describe being forcefully impregnated! ”
Anon’s thrusting slowed to a halt. “Do.. Do you know exactly which page you put each specific fetish in your journal, don’t you you fucking dork?”
Twilight growled. “J-Just f-fucking do it dammit!”
“...Are you su--”
“YES!”
Twilight slammed herself back against Anon, making him hiss. He grabbed her by the hips, flipping her into her back. As she laid there, splayed out and wide-eyed, he crawled into the bed with her. Leaning down to give her a kiss, he slowly pushed himself into her. As he did this, one of his hands grabbed one of Twilight’s, interlocking fingers with her. Twilight moaned into his mouth, squeezing his hand as hard as she could.
He thrust in her as quickly as he could, though it was no use. He knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m going to—eh! I’m going to cum… soon, slut,” he said.
Twilight moaned, burying her face into the nape of his neck. Anon’s thrusts grew in speed and force. From tip to base, he forced every inch of himself into Twilight. He could feel his cockhead expanding as she moaned his name.
“W-Where do you want my… load?”
Twilight twitched, her body tensing. “A-All over me.”
Anon snarled, slamming into her particularly hard. “Right inside of your slutty pussy? Alright then.”
Immediately, Twilight’s face shot away from his neck. “W-What?! No!” she said, her eyes wide. “Y-You can’t!”
“Can’t? I can… do whatever the fuck I… want with you, slut. That includes… knocking you up.”
Twilight opened her mouth to protest, but her words died on her throat as Anon hilted inside of her. Her back arched, fingernails digging into his back.
“N-No! Stop!” she said, eyes wild.
“As deep as I can? Fill you up?”
“No!”
“Yes?”
“No!”
Despite her words, her legs wrapped around his waist loosely. Anon growled in response, each balls-deep thrust bringing him just that little closer. He kissed Twilight again as his hands slid down her body. He groped her breasts, playing with her perfect little nipples. His hands then made their way toward her heaving, sweat-slick belly.
His thrusts grew sloppy, though no less powerful. He closed his eyes, pressing his face into her neck.
“H-Here it comes!” He shouted.
He hilted Twilight once, then twice. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed her by the hips and tried to pull out. To his surprise, Twilight gave him some resistance, trying to push him back in. The growl in his throat turned to a panicked noise. He jerked back, breaking the girl’s grip on him just in time for the first spurt of cum to fire out of his tip.
His hips bucked wildly as Twilight let out a breathless moan, a hand making its way down toward her pussy. Again and again Anon came, harder and longer than he had ever cum in his life. By the time that the pleasure had subsided and his hips had stopped thrusting at the air, he was breathless, dazed, and his ears were ringing.
Panting hard, he looked down to see Most of Twilight’s belly and the bottoms of her breasts were coated in his sperm. A flush of pride filled him at the sight, though it was short lived as his body decided to give out on him.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck…”
Anon slumped onto his side. He let his limbs go limp as he closed his eyes and just focused on breathing.
He heard Twilight shifting beside him. A hand hooked around his shoulders, and another around his stomach as the bookworm, breathing just as hard as him, flushed, sweaty, and covered in cum, climbed on top of him. She made herself as comfortable as she could, resting her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. Anon, still half out of it, wrapped his arms around her as best as he could.
“Hey… Twi?”
“Hmm?” Twilight said, nuzzling his collarbone before giving it a kiss.
“I read your journal.”
Twilight laughed as best as she could, though it ended up sounding like rasping. “Yeah. I figured that out.”
Anon could feel his own cum rubbing against his stomach as Twilight shifted. Too tired to be disgusted, he gave the top of her head a kiss.
“I’m sorry. About reading it, I mean.”
“Don’t be,” Twilight said, closing her eyes. “I’ve been wanting this for… I don’t know how long.” She shivered. “It was amazing…”
Anon smiled. “Hey… do you wanna go out to… eat or something tomorrow?”
Twilight said nothing for several seconds. “Like a… date?”
Anon nodded, already half asleep. “Yeah.”
Twilight looked up at him before laughing again. Wiggling up his body, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, then one on the lips. “I’m supposed to be the one asking that, silly~”
Anon didn’t hear a word that she said, out like a light. Twilight smiled up at him. Reaching for her blanket, she threw it over the two of them and closed her eyes.
The two slept for the whole day. Which was a real shame since they missed one of the best wrestling pay-per-views in the last ten years. Both were furious.
