Endless Love (Anon x RD NSFW)

by Zarik

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Twilight Sparkle, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Romance, Sex
Length: 5980

A story about the pain in a young mare's heart, and the man who helps her through.

Endless Love is not your typical Rainbro story. For one, it takes place from Rainbow Dash's POV, and two, it centers more around the emotional turmoil in her heart than any of her surroundings.
This story was written as a thanks for 1,000 hits on my pastebin page (http://pastebin.com/u/Zarik), it is my first attempt at NSFW material.
Thanks for giving this a read.

Published 2013-05-27 22:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-27 22:40:02 UTC

Endless Love

Endless Love (Anon x Rainbow Dash NSFW)

By: Zarik

Day awesome in Equestria.

It's always an awesome day for you, 'cause you're Rainbow Dash! The awesomest p0ny ever!

Today you're just doin' like you always do, chillin' out on a cloud, flyin' around, being awesome.

And of course...thinking.

You've been doing an awful lot of that, lately.

Ever since that alien fell on his ass in the middle of town square from out of buckin' nowhere...he's all that's been on your mind.

Sure you'll be the first to admit that, at first, you were quite hostile. You called him names, you treated him like dirt. You even attacked him the first time you saw him.

...and the second time.

But that's in the past! Now you know just how much of a...friend he can be.

He's buckin' awesome is what he is!

He's funny as all Tartarus, he's athletic enough to beat you in a foot/hoof race, and he's got the attitude of a bred Wonderbolt.

Not to mention that, as much as you're willing to admit of an alien, he's pretty darn good lookin'.

Okaaay, let's put it like this. If he was a stallion, you would've already rutted his brains out.

No sense in beating around the bush.

Unless it's him beating his tongue aroun--

NOT NOW BRAIN.

Sure, fine. Be that way. By the way, you might not wanna fly today, your wings are gonna be stiff all damn day.

Well at least you're being somewhat helpful today.

I was sure as Tartarus helpful last night when you were dreaming of Your Little Alie--

SHUT UP.

Your hooves are still shaking, Dash.

Brain, I love you because you are a part of me, but I swear that if I could do without you I would CUT YOU OUT!

Love you too, Dashie. ;)

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you fail to notice as you fly right into another pegasus p0ny, knocking both of you out of the sky and plummeting in a torrent of flailing hooves and wings to the ground about ten meters below.

"Ooow, BUCK!

Glancing over you see that the p0ny you flew into is none other than...

"Twilight?"

Twilight groans as she pulls herself up onto her flank, rubbing a hoof across her head and moaning in pain. She glares at you once she notices that it was you who crashed into her at speed.

"Rainbow."

"Hehehe, heeey Twi."

Twilight puts on her best 'not amused' face and continues to stare you down.

It's super effective!

You lower your head to the ground in shame, scraping your hoof across the dirt and watching as it kicks up a small cloud of dust..

That damn alien is gonna cause you to kill somep0ny someday, you just know it!

"Rainbow Dash what could be so important that you would fly across P0nyville without even bothering to look where you were going? Are you TRYING to kill somep0ny?"

"What? NO! I'm not trying to hurt anyp0ny at all!"

"Then what could you have POSSIBLY been thinking about?!"

She's practically foaming at the mouth now in anger, and an angry Twilight is not a Twilight that you want to be around. So before she evolves into her next stage, you wave a hoof in front of her snout and cut her off.
Twilight, really. I had a lot on my mind...STUFF I'd raaather not talk about!

You give her a wide liarjack smile, wishing that you had mastered the skill better.

Her glare softens some and her eyes cloud up a bit, almost as though on the inside she's calming herself. Eventually her exterior anger follows suit, her scowl morphing into a look of sympathy.

"Rainbow, you can tell me anything, we're friends y'know."

CAN you tell her anything? Really? Over the years she's certainly proven that she's trustworthy. However she's also proven that she's prepared to take any problem directly to the princess, and Princess Celestia knowing about your interspecies crush...would be waaay too embarrassing!

It's a bit more than a crush, Rainbow. We both know that you wanna back your plot up on that alien and let him mount yo--

FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA, BRAIN!!!

Your internal conflict apparently shows on your face, as Twilight does something completely unexpected of most p0nies, but quite typical of her.

She hugs you.

It's...actually quite nice.

Oh screw it!

You bawl openly into Twilight's mane, ignoring her shocked look at you sudden, public behavior.

"T-t-twilight..."

You sniffle out, barely containing your sobs, and even more narrowly holding on to the choking. That damn choking, when you're crying it prevents you from EVER getting a decent sentence out.

"Y-yes, Dash?"

You feel her hoof pat you on the back of the neck, reassuring you for your unknown conflict.

Oh Twilight, if only you knew.

Maybe it's time you rectified that.

...explain.

Tell her about your feelings for Anon, let her know about your problem, and then make her Pinkie Promise not to tell anyp0ny. The princess included!

I b-bucking love you Brain.

"Twilight...can I tell you something?"

"Of course, Rainbow."

"Not in public, though. It's...quite a lot to swallow..."

TWILIGHT'S LIBRARY: AFTER DASH TELLS TWI ABOUT ANON.

"That's...Dash. I-i'm so sorry, I didn't know that you felt that way about him!"

Your face is coated in dried tears, both out of relief from finally getting that off of your chest, and of embarrassment...you went into...excruciating detail.

You could've left out the stuff that I said, though.

S-shut up.

"I-i do! A-and I don't know what...what..."

Oh no, not the choking sobs, Dash! CELESTIA'S SAKE NOT THAT! ANYTHING ELSE!

You can't help it, you burst forward in a fresh set of tears, burying your face in your hooves and lying on your side on Twilight's couch, sobbing.

You can't stand looking so...pathetic. You're so used to being tomcolt Dash, the tough one! Not...this emotional wreck.

"You don't know how to address the situation, correct?"

Oh Twilight, even when you're being serious you're such an egghead. Lighten up for once, offer some comfort! Tell a joke, do something helpfu--

"I know exactly what you need to do, then."

"Y-you do?"

You sit up on your haunches and look at her with wide, reddened eyes. She puts down a cup of tea on her coffee table and sits her hooves in her lap, turning to look at you with a light sigh and a flick of her mane. Seems to be a motion that girls of all species do, odd that.

"Dash it's simple, really. If you're this wrecked about it, then you just need to get it off of your chest!"

You go to correct her and let her know that you've been doing that for nearly an hour now when she waves her hooves about, cutting you off so that she can continue her little spiel.

"I don't mean to me. I don't mean to Pinkie Pie. I don't mean to Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, ROSELUCK! I don't mean to anyp0ny else! You don't even need to tell a p0ny about this at all!"

Is she implying...

"You need to just suck up your fear, and TELL HIM."

...thought so.

"B-but Twilight, I can't ju--"

"Rainbow Dash!"

She moves from her position to be right in front of your face, her snout practically pressing against your own now. Her horn is digging into your forehead slightly, but you don't care. You feel numb on the inside, no feeling can be felt other than sorrow.

"You need to just TELL HIM! He will NEVER know unless you trot your way up to him, AND LET HIM KNOW!"

You look down at your hooves, resting in your lap, and feel your eyes cloud over ready to spring forth the offending tears once more.

Twilight's hoof cradles your jaw and gently pulls up your head until you're looking into her eyes, eyes which have become clouded over more so than your own, eyes which seem to possess their own energy; a protective energy that only Twilight can harness.

"Rainbow, do you care about Anonymous?"

You continue to stare into her eyes, reflexively lowering your eyelids in the pain of the thought.

"Yes."

"Do you want to see anything bad happen to him?"

"No."

"Do you love Anonymous?

"...yes..."

Your voice was naught but a squeak at your last line, causing Twilight's gaze to grow darker in frustration. A frustration which you know is entirely necessary, necessary to help you turn back into the Rainbow Dash that you're supposed to be.

"I said, do you. Love. Anonymous?"

"Yes."

"I cannot hear you, Rainbow Dash!"

"Yes!"

"Do you love him?"

"YES! I DO!"

You do, oh Celestia you love him so damn much!

"Do you care that he's not a p0ny?"

You do some serious soul searching over the course of a few seconds, before putting on the confident face that you've become known for over the years.

"NO! It doesn't mean a bucking thing to me!"

"Good! Now go get your man!"

"My man?"

"YOUR MAN! Go get him!"

"Yeah! I'm gonna go get him!"

With your tears dried and your reddend eyes brightening, you dash your way out of the library.

"ThanksTwilightgottagobye!"

"Good luck, Rainbow!"

Twilight leans back in her seat on the side of the couch, breathing a sigh of relief as she now realizes that she is, once again, alone. Reaching into the abyss between the couch cushions she retrieves a book and resumes her previous place in it.

The cover of the book reads "Pep Talks 101: Everything You Need To Know To Rule Your Own Cult!"

"Ooh this is useful stuff!"

She looks over the edge of the couch, through the threshold to the kitchen, where she sees her crown resting comfortably on the kitchen table.

"Gonna need it someday..."

With a grimace she returns to her reading.

ANON'S FRONT DOOR: TEN MINUTES LATER.

You stand at HIS front door, shaking down to your hooves, breathing sporadically. Completely unsure as to whether or not this is a good idea. Should you knock? What if he rejects you?

...what if he accepts you?

How should you even start the conversation?!

'Hey bro, mind if bounce up and down on your man meat?' NO! Seriously, how do you even go about this?!

It would be much easier if all you wanted was sex but you want...more. You want Anon, for all he's worth. You want to see how well he can truly treat you, you want what Rarity wanted two years ago.

You hope to Celestia that you can rub this in her face tomorrow.

Resolving yourself to what must be done, you steady your breathing, make sure that your wings are presentable, and shakily move your hoof up to the door.

...maybe you should rethink this...

Okay, screw this. I'm taking over.

W-what?!

Without even trying, you feel your hoof knock upon Anon's door three times.

BRAIN!

Sorry Dash, it was for your own good.

With a worried look on your face, you hear from somewhere within a voice echo outwards, gracing your ears. The very same voice that you've dreamed about hearing beside you at night. The voice that you want to be whispered into your ears every single night for the rest of your life.

The voice that you want to tell you...that it loves you.

That it's owner loves you.

"Hold on, I'll be right there!"

With a shudder, you bounce up and down on your hooves preparing yourself for whatever may come.

The door is swung open, revealing Anonymous. The man of your dreams, the man that you find it more and more difficult to talk to outside of your dreams. Today he's clad in something that he calls 'blue jeans' and a black 't-shirt' with some kind of orange symbol on it. His medium-length brown hair swept over his forehead creating an affect that Rarity would be proud of. His bright green eyes, like orbs, seem to pierce your heart, warm yet with an aura of danger to them.

The best part of all is his smile, oh Celestia his smile is so pearly white. And those canines...

Brain, please don't make a comment about biting.

I won't...unless you don't make him sink those pointy teeth into your flank.

DAMMIT BRAIN!

"Oh hey Dash, what's up?"

He leans against the door frame and looks down at you expectantly. You do your best yo clear your throat silently and respond.

"I-i uh..."

Smooooth.

Oh buck off, Brain!

"Hey Anon, can I come in for a bit...?"

You give him a toothy smile and internally beg that you don't sound too...odd right now.

He looks up in mock thought, before shrugging his shoulders and giving you a big smile.

"Sure, Dash. C'mon in."

He steps to the side allowing you entrance to his home. His house has been made specifically for a being his size, in fact it may be a bit too large even for him.

"So Dash, how can I help you today? Or are ya just bored?"

Turning around to see him wandering past you, you quickly whip your head back around and watch him as he wanders into his kitchen. Before you even have a chance to respond you hear his voice echo from within the kitchen.

"Wanna drink? I know it's kinda early but I had Twi spawn in some Jack, not like that crap AJ makes either. Didn't take too long for her to make'em either. Guess she has the console commands for the universe or somethin'."

You hear him chuckle at his own bad joke, a joke which you only understand since he explained human video games to you. He then begged Twilight to bring him the contents of his 'media room', which meant that he had access to the absolute coolest stuff in all of Equestria. You'll never get over how awesome 'Fallout 3' was!

"No thanks, I don't really need anything."

As if you need to make your nerves any more frayed right now, alcohol has never exactly been a...relaxant for you.

"Eh, suit yourself."

Anonymous comes back into the room that you're in, you have yet to move very far into the room, and you're just kinda...staring at him.

"Dash?"

"Wha?"

He laughs a bit, throwing his head back and flashing those teeth.

"Come on in, stay a while. No need to stand by the door."

You shake yourself out of this haze and realize that he's right, thank Celestia that he wasn't looking at the time. He didn't catch the blush that flooded your coat, bathing your cyan fur a light red.

You trot your way over to his couch and sit down on the opposite side from him, pushed against your respective end. You're keeping as far away from him as possible right now, and why is that?

Because you're afraid.

Don't make fun of me, Br--

I'm not, Dash. I'm being serious right now. You're afraid of what he'll say, but dammit Dash, Twi was right. You just. Have. To go. FOR IT. Trust me Rainbow, you might just be surprised at what happens.

With a few breaths to reassure yourself, you look over to Anon to find him looking back at you, laughter dancing in his eyes and biting his lip to keep from bursting.

"Y-you okay, Rainbow?"

Your face flushes a deeper red than you can ever remember, and this is apparently enough to send Anon over the edge. He busts out laughing, his deep voice echoing off of the walls and rumbling deep in his throat. Whatever you subconsciously did, it must've been awfully funny.

With a scowl, you glare at him and cross your forelegs, waiting for him to stop. Once he finally does, he glances down at you and sees your position. Tears fill his eyes and he motions to laugh again, this time you can't help it. You laugh with him, it's too contagious.

And let's be honest, you could never stay mad at him.

No brain, I really couldn't.

The two of you continue to laugh at the situation for a full minute longer until you both feel ready pass out for lack of oxygen, you both lean against each other's backs, breathing heavily with mirth flowing from your eyes.

Its stuff like this that makes you love him so much, they say that's its the little things. Well he's just plain full of 'em.

"So, Dash."

"So."

"Wanna play Skyrim?"

"Buck yeah!"

ANON'S COUCH: TWO HOURS LATER.

The two of you have been alternating between turns playing the game, Anon completely kicking your ass with those thumbs of his. You're not too bad at it though, didn't take much practice to figure out a way to play it with your wings. Those joysticks are making the tips of your wings hurt quite a bit, though.

Not complaining, any time spent with Anon is time well spen--

*Internal facehoof.*

Hey brain, weren't we here for a reason?...Brain? Y'there?

SKYRIMSKYRIMSKYRIM.

Aw man, Elder Scrolls fever.

FUS RO DAH!

Looks like you're flyin' solo for the rest of the evening.

Looking over at Anon taking his turn on the game, he gets a kill cam move, beheading a Silver Hand with his SkyForge Steel Battleaxe. You on the other hoof always preferred bows and daggers, but eh. Can't be exactly the same right? Keeps things interesting.

"Hey, Anon?"

"Yeah Dash?"

He doesn't look up from the game when he responds to you, but by the tone of his voice you can tell that he's not tuning you out.

"Anon, seriously. I have...something kinda important to say..."

You feel yourself begin to choke up. NO! You need to stay strong...like Twilight told you to!

He looks over at you, pausing the game. He knows that you don't usually say things like that unless it's something ridiculously important, something that impacts both of you.

Oh the irony.

Biting your lip in nervousness, you ask him to save and close the game, to which he uncertainly complies. He doesn't question your motives, though. Good, he trusts you.

Maybe as much as you trust him...

He then turns off his Xbox for good measure and throws down the controller, looking into your eyes with nervousness and uncertainty.

"What's wrong, Rainbow?"

You're shaking wildly, and he certainly notices. NO! Anon! Don't touch m--OH.

Feels so GOOOOD.

He has his hands on your withers and he's gripping your firmly, but not hurting you.

"Rainbow. What. Happened? Did someone hurt you? Is something wrong?"

He has a solemn look in his eye, and his jaw is set as though he's getting ready to fight something. Would he do that? Would he fight something for you?

With a gulp you decide that, if he were to make such a look at the prospect of you being hurt, than you have absolutely nothing to lose.

Taking in a deep breath, you flush a deep red aaand...

Channel the spirit of Pinkie.

"ANONIREALLYLIKEYOUALOTLIKENOTINTHELIKEASINFRIENDWAYBUTINTHELIKEASINLIKELIKEWAYITHINKILOVEYOUOHPLEASEDONTGETMADATMEANONPLEASE!"

You shut your eyes tightly, as though expecting him to hit you. But of course, no blow ever comes, this is Anon we're talking about. Not some jerk stallion.

Opening your eyes slowly you look at him, dreading to see his expression, which turns out to be one of confusion. His eyes have that look that they get when the two of you are playing a puzzle game, like he's trying hard to decipher some secret message written on a post card or something.

You look at him, your cheeks pulled up against your eyes in an expression of pure pensiveness.

His eyes never change, and he barely misses a beat before he looks you in your eyes, deeply. His green orbs pierce into your very soul as he asks you the question that you've been dreading and longing to hear his ask for the year that he's been here.

"Rainbow, do you mean all of that?"

His voice is quiet, unsure. As if a breeze over still water, testing the surface and watching the ripples slowly erupt. Calm, yet filled with potential.

"...every word..."

You close your eyes tightly, not wanting to see his reaction, dreading rejection. Dreading approval.

You let out a small eep when you feel his hand move from your wither and onto your cheek, his thumb rubbing away the beginning stages of tears from under your right eye.

Your eyes slowly flutter open as you see a sight that you've longed to see for nearly a year now, Anon's face is inches away from your own.

He's smiling.

That beautiful smile that you love so much, his face drawn back in a look of joy. His eyes squinted, yet filled with life, a new happiness dancing within them.

"Rainbow."

His voice is no more than a whisper.

"Just let yourself go."

He looks at you with a look that you've had dreams of for months, a look of love. Pure, true love. Honest to Celestia love.

Before your thoughts can drift any farther he brings his face closer to yours and locks his lips to yours in a simple embrace. A small kiss, a simple thing. Yet enough to make you blush furiously and throw your arms around his neck.

You slowly tilt your head to the right, deepening the kiss slightly. Not expecting much more of tonight, as if you were truly expecting this.

Then much to your surprise, you feel a tongue begin to flicker against your lips, a light thing, not too forceful yet still clearly stating its purpose.

Without a moment's hesitation, you spread your lips apart and let the tongue invade your mouth, flicking against your own and dancing within your own mouth. He maneuvers his tongue around in your mouth, exploring your tongue and palette, causing you to let out a low moan.

Your fur is entirely red at this point, and you lose yourself in the moment, failing to notice as he gently pushed you back on the couch, to rest against the cushions.

He runs his fingernails along your belly, causing you to shudder in delight and kiss with more passion. You can feel his facial muscles spread apart into a wide smile, and you slowly open your eyes to see what he's looking at.

You eyelids flutter open to see Anon right in front of you, a look of love on his face, it is then that you realize that he's on top of you. This realization causing you to let out another moan, your excitement steadily increasing.

The two of you finally break free from your kiss, breathing heavily and staring at each other, matching blushes upon your faces.

"Dash."

You feel his whisper flow into your ear, tickling the fine hairs at the entrance, causing you to breath heavily and smile a bit.

"Now's the time to back out."

You look at him with wide eyes and slowly shake your head, you knew what he wanted. It was obvious, but it was what you wanted as well.

He gives you that grin that you love so much and begins to kiss you along your jawline, planting small pecks along it, slowly moving down until he rests just above your neck. Your small gasps increasing with every kiss, until he finally kisses your neck, you feel his lips making fine work of the tender flesh, gently biting it with those canines that you love so much. You let out a low moan of ecstasy, you've been waiting for this for soo long.

Obviously content with the small hickey that you now sport, he slowly works his way back up to your jaw and towards your mouth, finally kissing you full on the mouth again. This kiss is far more powerful than the last, no gentle exploring now, on either side of the field. This is a kiss of raw passion, excitement in its purest form.

He slowly picks you up, supporting your back with his hand and never once letting go of your kiss, the two of you letting out low moans every once in a while, you gripping him tightly, and he running his hands along your back.

He rises off of the couch, not that you notice or even care, and takes you upstairs, never once breaking this moment. He kicks open the door to his bedroom and closes it with his heel, beginning to put his neck into the kiss, doing all that it takes to please you.

He rests you on his bed and leans over on top of you, finally breaking his kiss, a trail of saliva hanging between the two of you. You give him your best bedroom eyes, now realizing what he's done, his response is a confident smirk, after which he grasps your wings firmly, causing you to wince in surprise and arch your back high, squealing in delight. You look at him in wonder as his hands glide across the tops of your wings, hardening them by the second, his gentle fingers caress the tips and give the lightest of touches to your secondary feathers, he blows on them lightly causing you to grimace, holding back a moan.

You feel...so close...

He runs his fingers along the tops of your wings one more time, this time pushing down on the ends of each and twirling his index fingers into the most sensitive feather of your wings.

You can't help it anymore.

You grasp around his neck grows stronger as you bite your lower lip so hard that it begins to turn white, feeling release for the first time that night.

You feel the wetness that had already accumulated increase as you climax with a squeal, your juices squirting onto Anon's shirt.

He looks down at his shirt and grins, after which he strips it off and throws it to side, not caring where it lands. He then shifts his weight to sit on the edge of the bed, fumbling with his belt buckle and, eventually, pulling down his blue jeans. He discards them as well before quickly stripping out of his boxers which catch against his member causing him to wince in pain.

Eventually he discards them and you see it for the first time, its considerably larger than that of a stallion. Which makes sense seeing as HE is considerably larger than a stallion.

All of this you watch with hazy eyes, chest heaving and recovering from orgasm, he doesn't give you a chance to fully recover, however before he lies down beside you and lifts you up onto his stomach. He spins you around until your face is placed right against his member. Does he expect you to--

You eyes light up as his powerful tongue pushes against your slit, teasing it playfully before sliding in gently and twitching ever so slightly.

It feels soooo gooood.

Your eyes loll back in your head from the treatment as your hoof wraps around his member. He begins to give your clit feather touches with his thumb while laying his tongue out flat and bringing it along the length of your slit. You award his efforts with deeper, longer moans.

Underneath you feel Anon buck his hips instinctively and your head is thrown back up to look at his member, now profusely producing pre-ejaculate, coating the entire thing in a wet sheen.

You begin to drool just thinking about it, before making the decision that is Anon you make love to you, that you could make love to Anon.

Gripping his twitching member between your hooves you lightly stroke it, hearing his surprised gasp from behind you and feeling his redouble his efforts, pushing up your rump and causing you to stretch your mouth wide leaning against his member.

He wants to play it that way, then? With the best smirk that you can make, you begin to tongue baste his member, feeling him begin to squirm a bit and chuckle at his reactions. All of the little movements, the little noises.

Finally you can't take it anymore, you simply need to feel more, you take his member into your mouth and begin to run the flat of your tongue against the bottom, hearing Anon let out a loud moan and feeling his thighs tense up under you.

Anon digs his fingernails into your flanks ever so slightly causing you to yelp and close your eyes. You then continue pleasuring Anon, slowly bobbing your head up and down, reveling the small twitches that it makes, and loving the splashes of precum dripping down your throat.

You decide to pick up the pace and he does as well, the two of you begin to make short work of each other, tonguing and stroking. Until eventually you hear Anon give out a loud grunt, as the precum in your mouth begins to taste quite differently.

You close your mouth tightly around Anon's member and hum in delight as it twitches one last time before finally releasing his seed into your throat. You let it sit in your mouth for a moment, tasting what you've been craving for months, before finally swallowing it and releasing Anon's member from your mouth. You don't release it from your hooves, though.

During all of this, Anon has been tonguing you like there's no tomorrow, and its starting to show on your face. Your tongue is lolling out of your mouth and your mane is beginning to become saturated with sweat. You give a grimace as you begin to feel something happening deeply within your body.

You spread your hind legs out farther apart, allowing him greater access to your slit, this is a gateway that he takes advantage of as he digs his tongue as far as it can go...

Your ears fall flat against your head and you breath heavily. You bite your lip once more, at this rate you'll bite it off. Until, eventually, you can't take it anymore.

"Aaah! Anoooooon!"

You felt the second release that night, and it was far more glorious than the last. You feel Anon's tongue lap up the juices from around your slit, and playfully clean your thighs of your own juices.

Your eyes shut tight and your spine arches up before finally going lax, you breath heavily, in attempt to regain oxygen after the most mind-blowing orgasm you can ever remember having.

After a few moments for the two of you to regain your respective breath, he recovers first and decides to take control once more, picking you up gently and laying you on your back before hovering over you with a gentle smile on his face.

After a few moments more, you stop your heaving, your mind still swimming slightly, until you can now see clearly once more. Anon is positioned right over you, which highly surprises you. Most stallions can't last this lon--oh yeah...he's not a stallion.

That thought makes you feel so...dirty!

You love it!

Giving him half-lidded eyes, you notice what he's doing with his hands, they're steadily making their way to your hind legs, slowly, ever so slowly, as if he's trying to gauge your reaction.

He finally grasps your hind legs and spreads them apart, once more revealing your slit, still wet despite Anon'd best efforts.

He looks into your eyes for consent, to which your only reaction is a small nod and bedroom eyes.

Anon gives one final smile before slowly bucking his hips forward until they meet your own.

You finally embrace Anon.

This is what you've been waiting so long for, this is what you've wanted for months. Now finally, Anon is giving it to you. You've never in your entire life felt a love as pure as Anon's. He truly cares for you, as you care for him.

He would die for you.

You would die for him.

You love him.

You love Anonymous.

Over you Anon pushes his member into your slit slowly, the head disappearing behind your winking clit, to which you let out a small gasp of delight. Seeing this, he continues to work his magic, slowly pushing in inwards until he finally hilts against your thighs with a loud, wet popping sound.

You throw your head back and prepare yourself for the ride ahead of you, your mane falling across your eyes as you grip your hind legs with your fore, bracing yourself for what's to come.

And by Celestia, nothing you could have done would have prepared you for Anonymous.

With a grunt, he begins to slide his member back out of your slit, before quickly bringing is back in, hilting once more and causing you to squeal in delight.

As Anon begins to enjoy himself more and more, he slowly begins to pick up speed, rutting into you faster. And faster.

Your forelegs go from around your own hind and wrap around Anon's neck, his hands taking their place as he uses your hind legs as leverage.

He begins to rut you with abandon, his member moving in and out of your slit at still increasing speeds.

You feel you heart leap in your chest as you're pushed up slightly, putting more leverage on your withers, as he continues to rail away on you. You decide to tease him a bit, by gripping his member with the inner walls of your love canal, the velvety texture driving him wild.

He begins to sweat and continues to push into you, his fingers slipping ever so slightly from your legs. Until he decides that this is partially a good thing, he removes his right hand from your hind leg to grasp your rump, bringing you in to his member with each thrust. Giving you what is easily the most enjoyable experience of your entire life.

Your eyes stare right into his own, nothing needed to be spoken.

That moment was enough to send you both over the edge simultaneously, with respective grunts and moans, the two of your begin to pant louder and louder. Until eventually, the two of you cum. You feel your own juices push out against his seed as it flows into your hungry womb. A battle that neither of you want Anon to lose, you want to feel his seed flow into your womb. You want nothing more than to be filled with Anon.

Your juices flow away much faster than his, however, and your desires are fulfilled as you feel his hot load pour into your womb, and your vagina gripping at his his member begging for more.

The two of you were spent, completely and totally spent. Yet happy at the same time.

Anon falls to the bed alongside you, slowly curling his body around your own in a post-coital embrace.

With a sleepy smile on his face, he looks down at your own.

"Have...fun?"

Your only response is to plant a short, tired kiss on his mouth.

The two of you lie there for a while longer before you finally feel the need to speak up.

"Anon."

"Yeah, Dash?"

"...do you love me?"

His response is planting a kiss on your cheek, giving your mane a soft stroke with his index and middle finger.

"Dash...I will always love you."

Today was a life changing day.

Author's Note

*AUTHOR'S NOTE: Look, if what it says on the tin isn't enough to warn you against what fresh hell I'm creating here than no warning I could put here is. If you're not into clop, then I suggest you leave now. Fair warning though, the story may not be solid gold. I'm just trying to test the waters of the clop world, aaand to show my thanks for 1,000 hits here on Pastebin. Thank you guys so much for the support, please enjoy. Peace!*