Every Few Days Or So It's Another "Fuck You"
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Every Few Days Or So It's Another "Fuck You"
Cloudchaser awoke to the burning sensation of sunlight going directly into her retinas. Her hand was casually shoved into her panties, where her fingers were resting on her mound. Last night’s masturbation attempt had ended when she fell asleep before getting off.
“Ah! Fuck!” She stopped looking at the sun, and wearily looked around at her surroundings. Yup, she was in her room alright. Not that she wouldn’t be. Why, were you implying otherwise? Man, you’re dumb.
Anyway, Cloudchaser set her hooves on the ground, and walked her sleepy walk to the kitchen, where she could smell the coffee frying and the bacon boiling. Looking around the kitchen groggily, she scanned for signs of her sister. She wasn’t in the mood for what she new was going to happen, so she need to be stealthy.
“Aha! Got you, you sly fucker!” Arms closed around Cloudchaser’s neck, and brought her back against cushiony breasts and a somewhat flabby stomach. Looking back, she saw that her sister, Flitter, had ambushed her.
“Dammit, Flitter, can I just have one morning where I get breakfast before we go right into this stupid act?”
“Absolutely not,” Flitter told her, and threw her sister to the floor. Cloudchaser felt the wind get knocked out of her as she hit the floor, which was made of clouds so it should have be soft. Fuck physics, that’s why.
As Cloudchaser hit the floor, her own pendulous breasts swung up and smacked her in the face. Her fat sacks were larger than her sister’s; Cloudchaser herself was the bigger of the two twins. But, Flitter was the dominate one in this incestious semi-rape relationship, and just like every lying girlfriend ever said, size doesn’t matter.
Flitter leaned down over her sister, and ripped off her panties. Or at least, she tried to, but since panties don’t really rip too well, she just ended stretching them out a bit. After a few minutes of fighting and struggling and tearing at the fabric, the pegasus was able to tear them. Throwing them behind her, she eyed her sister’s engorged pussy.
Cloudchaser’s coat was a smooth lavender, but her puffy pussy was black as the darkest pits of a dungeon in the black of night that was filled with a bunch of black guys. What I’m trying to say here is that it was super fucking black.
It, like most pussies, was open at the slit, but unlike most pussies, it wasn’t just slightly open; this thing looked like the inside of a clam. While the lips were pitch black, the inside was a soft pink; the perfect color of sex. Nothing says sex like a pink thing. Ever wonder why girls like pink so much? It’s because they’re all sluts and love to be reminded of sex whenever possible.
Flitter, the master of romantics, rubbed her hand slowly from her sister’s stomach to her snatch. Agonizingly slowly. So agonizingly slowly that by the time she reached the prize of her sister’s pussy, it was 3 o’clock in the afternoon.
Cloudchaser, who had fallen asleep, woke up when her sister jammed pretty much her entire hand inside her pussy. It fucking hurt, but also felt amazingly pleasurable. Vaginas are really stretchy, so this is an entirely plausible scenario.
Wriggling her fingers around inside the stretched cavity, Flitter searched for her sister’s G-Spot. Being fucking lazy, when she couldn’t find it, she stuck to just pumping her fist in and out of the sopping baby hole. The velvety textures of the moist vagina pleased her to no end as Flitter felt her dick grow hard.
Yes, it is true; Flitter was a futa. Using her hand that wasn’t completely imbedded in her sister’s cunt, she gave her penis a casual stroke, smiling as a shiver was sent down her spine from the stimulation.
Pulling her fist out with a wet sklork, Flitter decided that the main course of action that needed to be taken was obvious. She left her sister shaking on the floor, and returned shortly with a breastless shirt, two nipple-rings, some stockings, and a collar and chain. Sliding into the stockings, and helping her sister into her own pair, she gave Cloudchaser the breastless shirt. “Put it on. Now.”
Cloudchaser obliged, and Flitter snapped the collar on. Taking the chain in her hand, Flutter lead her sister over to a nearby chair. Picking up a discarded ribbon, she tied Cloudchaser’s arms behind her back, and brought her sister’s face to her erect dick with a yank of the chain. Taking the nipple-rings, she inserted them into her sister’s pierced nipples.
I could not ever describe the sexiness of this scene, so I found a picture to do it for me instead:
Staff edit: NSFW images aren't cool, bro. Have a tacopug instead.
Oh yeah. That's hot.
Tongue pressed to the penis, Flitter lifted her sister’s head and rammed her cock down her throat. Cloudchaser gagged a bit on this massive rod of meat, and felt a bit of bile rise. Flitter’s eyes rolled back at the immeasurable pleasure being treated to her. That is, until Cloudchaser threw up.
“Aw, fuck,” Flitter said in annoyance. She wiped off the puke from her dick on Cloudchaser’s shirt, and then smacked her as hard as she could on the face. Cloudchaser whimpered, a tear forming in her left eye as her cheek shone red.
Flitter grabbed the base of her cock, ready for some discipline. Waving it about, she began to bitch slap her sister with the massive shlong that she possessed. Soon, Cloudchaser’s cheeks were good and brused, and the beginnings of a black eye were appearing.
Flipping her sister over, Flitter smacked her ass around a bit, the fat rolls jiggling like day old marmalade. Examining the beaten pussy, she decided not hesitate any longer and shoved her penis inside.
Cloudchaser gasped. Her vagina had already been stretched enough so that the large cock didn’t hurt, but she was still surprised. Flitter had never fucked her snatch before...
Cloudchaser was pumped and pummeled, throughly sexed by her sister. Flitter groaned, knowing that she was gonna cream in the cunt any moment.
Using her twin sense, Cloudchaser knew what has about to happen. “Wait, pull out! This isn’t a safe day!”
Flitter scoffed. “How do you know if it’s a safe day? What, do you keep a calendar or something?”
“Yes, actual—AAAAAAH!” Cloudchaser screamed her reproductive system was flooded by jettison after jettison of her sister’s creme. True to Cloudchaser’s calendar, many millions of sperms in there would battle ferociously against the monsters and parasites of Cloudchaser’s birth canal, and then would have to figure out the puzzles and traps of the cervix, for one final race to the egg once they made it inside the uterus. Only one would be crowned victor.
But that was not anypony’s problem for at least another three months or so.
Flitter left, lighting up a cigarette and content with the debauchery. Cloudchaser sighed, wiped away some of the jizz, and began to play with her clit, muttering under her breath.
“Fucking bitch couldn’t even bring me to orgasm...”
Author's Note
I don't normally write anthro, nor will I very often in the future. I find it pointless, really, even more pointless then my stories usually are.
Oh well. At least you got a sexy picture out of this mess.
I also seem to like Cloudchaser X Flitter incest. Perhaps it is a disorder.
