A Tale Of Your Own (Rainbow)

by Eggtaro

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Second Person, Romance
Length: 1102

A choose your own adventure style story. More of an experiment than anything else. The story focus is on you wanting to confess your feelings to Rainbow Dash. But you get to select the path you want, thus, creating your own adventure!

This is a [Choose Your Own Path] type story. Select the choices given to advance the plot!

It has been sometime since your sudden arrival to Ponyville. And, as far as you can remember, you've been best pal with Rainbow Dash since the first day the two of you met. Without a doubt, you enjoy spending time with this awesome pegasus.

But as time went on you found yourself slowly, but surely, falling in love with her. Not the bro kind of love. Love, love. You've been wanting to spill your guts out to Rainbow about your feelings for her ever since, yet you fear what the outcome might be. You are very well aware that keeping it in your heart won't do you any good at all.

You are afraid that you might go crazy. You are afraid that Rainbow might reject you directly. Even worse, you are afraid that she might even put you into the zone of no return. The zone that not many talk about, yet everyone knows it's there.

But now it's not the time for those thoughts. Now it's the time for you to man up and pour those feelings of love of yours deep into her heart.

All you have to do is choose how.

Rated Teen for some scenes may contain dick.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-04-28 12:07:30 UTC

Start

The annoying blare from your annoying alarm clock made your eyes pop wide open. You threw your arm out; desperately searching for the devilish device daring to disturb your deeply desired slumber. Your fingers missed the alarm clock by inches; you let out an irritated grunt as you pushed yourself up from your bed, the never-ending wail of your alarm still ringing throughout your entire home.

You turn your head in search of the demonic contraption on your bedside table. Eyeing your clock like an eagle eyeing its prey, you slam your hand onto the clock's head, shutting it up successfully, hopefully for the rest of the day.

Scratching your bum as you stood up, you made your way towards the wooden window right next to your bed. You gave the window a push outwards, struggling to stifle a yawn that almost manage to escape from your mouth. You quickly covered your eyes as the morning rays from the morning sun shone its bright burning radiated beams onto your human face, making you curse.

"Bah. I freaking hate mornings." You mumble to yourself, backing away from the window. "I'll never understand why the Princess would want to raise the sun so early."

Your musing did little to improve your already vexed mood. You wish you could flop back onto your bed; to continue sleeping for the rest of the day, maybe even for the rest of your life.

But you didn't. You couldn't. For today is the one day where you'll never allow yourself to be lazy. For you know, deep in your heart, that today's level of importance is beyond important. You've been preparing yourself for several days now, weeks even. You had been training constantly in front of your bathroom mirror, repeating the lines you had written down on a piece of scented paper over and over and over again. Never pausing, never resting, never stopping even for a single second until the lines were burned deep into your skull.

Today is the day where your life will change. Today is the day you have been waiting for. Today is the day you had trained yourself for. Today is the day where you'll tell Rainbow Dash you love her.

[Motivate yourself]

[Start masturbating furiously]

A2.1

Even after unloading your massive load just mere seconds ago, you still have this sudden urge to go another round. It is quite clear to you that having another go on your chum gun right after the first may lead to disastrous consequences. Yet you do not care. You want nothing to do with the thought. You just wanted to have as much pleasure as possible within a short gap of time.

All you wanted right now was to unload another gunk of white gooey chocolate. Nothing else matters at this point. Nothing at all.

Without even hesitating for another second, you take hold of your now limp king dong and begin pulling on it as fast and as hard as you could. You want it to wake up, to stand erect, to rise upward. But with each pull on your lance of love only came discomfort and pain, surging and coursing its way throughout your entire body.

Yet you refuse to stop tugging your sperminator. You reason that the pain is a new way to experience wanking your zipper ripper. And so, with the thought already set in your made up mind, you hasten the rhythm on you meat-stick with an increase in ferocity and determination. Ignoring the pain, you focus your thoughts onto the one thing that is making you go on without stopping. Pleasure. Your unquenchable thirst for pleasure.

You beat on.

You reached the point of climaxing way quicker than the first round, which kinda made sense to you, since your balls aren't filled up with milk. You steady yourself, spreading your legs to give yourself more surface area to stand firmly on. You close your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for the incoming blast of satisfaction.

As your body begin to twitch and shake uncontrollably, you ejaculated your unfilled load onto the floor below you.

But instead of a moan of pleasure, a scream that went like "AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"came out your mouth.

But instead of testicle milk gushing out the tip of your cocktapus, out came blood, shooting out your disco stick like a broken off fire hydrant.

Your blood.

From your wee willy winkie.

YOU ARE DEAD

[Retry?]

A2

You pulled down you boxers, letting your schlong flop freely against the morning breeze. Then, like a cat on copious amounts of catnip, you begin beating your meat as fast and as hard as you can. Despite the lack of lubricant and source of motivation, you continuously stroke your manhood without any sign of slowing down. As the friction from your unyielding hand sent waves of heat to your tuna torpedo, you can feel the unmistakable feeling of your cervix crusader hardening like that move skill from all those Pokémon games.

You went even faster, rougher, harder. You yearn for the feeling of blasting your load from your skin flute onto whatever that is was unlucky enough to be in your blast zone. Your mind race through all sorts of made up situations, mostly sexual. For you know the explosion from your woody womb pecker will be pleasing if you added a dash of imagined sexual fantasies with your head.

Your hand is starting to get weak, tired, lazy. You knew that playing with your chorizo means tiring work, but you are not about to give up any time soon. Without a second thought, you deftly switched to your other hand without making a single mistake, continuing the flow of ups and downs on your vagina miner. You couldn't help yourself but let loose a cheeky smile. Many years of practice really gave you the skills needed for a good beat on the meat.

You feel that you are getting closer to the impending discharge from your womb raider. You slowly, and carefully reposition yourself. You want to get a good angle on where you wanted your milk to lay on; which is anywhere. You dug deeper into your brain, creating and fantasizing even more lewd and ludicrous sexual encounters.

You are getting close; you can feel it in your balls. No doubt about it.

With a loud moan that went "UUUURRGGGGGGGHHHHHHhhhhhhh!" you let loose the contents that you withheld within your tummy banana. You close your eyes as you savour the brief euphoria emanating from your ho wrecker.

It is done.

[Motivate yourself]

[Start masturbating furiously again]