Deeeeep Research.

by ByTheNightSky

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro
Length: 4857

Follow Emile, an Anthro researcher, and the research he comes across at an all girl collage.

In December 17, 2025, mankind found out they were not alone in the universe. An alien species, the Anthros, had reached earth from the starry skies. Their ruler, king Sombra, approached the earthly rulers, and asked if his people could live here. They agreed, under some conditions. Him, his daughters (Celestia and Luna), and his people, had to submit to the rulers of what country they choose to live in, or if the had an unearthly material, they could provide said material and gain their own country. They choose the second, and named said country after their planet Equestria. Another condition was to study them. At first King Sombra was confused, but after the humans explained that they were alien to them and wanted to learn more, and they could do the same. And thus, Anthropology was born. Follow Emile as he goes his way through the social side of Anthropology. (Chapter one, and some of chapter two are based off of fatelogic's game my sexy anthro:fluttertime! and I highly recommend you play it.)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-02 09:11:55 UTC

Exploring Romance

I started trudging to the university plot that I was given while doing my research. My research was essentially to learn about the social life of an Anthro. The species had been on earth for ten years, and my head researcher, believed it was long enough to start a social project, and I was chosen.

"Likely from a drawing out of a hat." I chuckled to my self.

When I walked into the lobby, I was expecting a grand 'welcome home master.' but.... "It's...... two in the morning. Yeah that figures." They had probably all gone to bed. I should head there too. It was strange to expect such a welcoming, but Anthros held us in high regard. Very few girls called me by my actual name, Emile. I headed towards the stairs after I turned off the lights. I was given a free room to stay in, but it was small. I shuffled at my bedroom door, opened it, and may way for my bed. I always found that pajamas, (and underwear) very cumbersome in bed, so I threw my clothes to the nearest corner and climbed into bed. Just before I was about to drift off, I heard a faint voice.

"Pretty bold, master"  ......? That wasn't me, it was actually a familiar voice, but I dismissed it, since I had a few drinks, since I had been out late, But then I heard it again. "Master, over here." ....... Ok now something was up. I opened my eyes wider, trying to adjust to them to the darkness. Then I saw her, wearing the sexiest underwear I had ever seen. The grayish, black haired Anthro, Octavia.

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"Octavia!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here...... and looking like that?!"

"You....you don't like it?" she said, worriedly.

"No! No, no, no," I replied. Jesus, what creature on earth wouldn't like this? "Y-you just surprised me, in a really nice way."

"Oh, thank goodness," she breathed, "I thought she lied to me."

"Excuse me?" I asked, trying to figure out what she had just whispered.

"Oh, hahaha... n-n-nothing." she stammered.

"Um, master..." she said, trying desperately to change the subject, "d-doesn't that h-hurt?"

"Um...." I followed her eyes to where she was looking, which was at my raging erection. "Oh, that... well, umm."

"Here, let me h-help you." she said with a deep blush, as she advanced towards me. I watched her, feeling like my eyes were going to pop out of my skull, as she crawled to me on all fours, and grabbed me. Holy sweet, Jesus. If I didn't have control, this scene, her, still on all four, ever slow lightly rubbing my erection, and staring up at me, I would have grabbed her and face-fucked her. She could tell I was breathing heavily, as she looked up at me with her pink eyes. "I-I will b-begin." Then she started moving her hand, faster, and in longer strokes. Then, she started licking. Then, sucking. The feeling was amazing! Her mouth was like a vacuum, trying eagerly to milk the cum out of me. Almost nothing was said, besides the usual grunt or groan of pleasure, until, I groaned "I'm cumming!" and I shot my pearly whites down her milking throat. And she swallowed it, all.

I was panting, exhausted, and I did do anything! "W-Wow..." I breathed. "That was fantastic. You are fantastic, Tavi."

"Really?" she giggled, her face crimson, "I am glad you enjoined it." All I could do was stare. She was soooooo cute. The clothing, (or lack there of...) her shy smile, and her red face she tried hiding behind her hair. But, her face changed. It became confused, as she seemed to try to figure out something.

"What is it?" I asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Um... Master? Shouldn't it.... um..." she trailed off.

"What's the matter?"

"Shouldn't it get... um... shouldn't it be getting... s-smaller?"

"Wha..." I looked down, and there I was, ready to go again. "Whoa..." was all I could say. This had never happened to me. "Um... yeah it should be." However, I felt blood rushing there with every breath. Yeah, there was no way I was done.

"Um.... Aha!" she said, breaking my thought. Wait, she acted like she just remembered something. I'll ask her about it later, I though. "Master?"

"Yes?" I replied.

"Could you... um... could you lay down?" That grabbed my attention fully! The thoughts that went threw my head was like a nuclear bomb went off. Images and theories of what she was gonna do to me was like... well you know. I'm sorry it was just to good to be true. Anyways, I complied, nodding ever so slightly. She crawled to my neither region, and stared, likely entranced with it's size. After a few moments, she moved. I had my eyes closed, the theories still running so fast threw my head like a bullet. Then I heard her moan "...ah!" I swore my heart stopped. I opened my eyes to see my girl, with my erection entangled within her breasts.

Yeah, my heart stopped. I had died and reached Nirvana. That made more sense. I stared at her. Now I was entranced by the sight before me. Never had I ever though this would EVER happen to me.

"Would you like me to m-" was all she could say before I cut her off.

"Oh yes please!" I moaned.

She began to move. I thought the suck was good. That was NOTHING compared to this! I couldn't even talk. All I could muster was moan after moan of pleasure. I could see her smiling, clearly, enjoying her handy work. I wish that this would never end. Then, every time she moved down, she licked a circle at my head. Like I said, I was in heaven, hoping this would go on forever. Then, I felt that tingling sensation that told it soon would be over.

"Octavia. I'm so close." I said, barely containing my self from just letting lose like last time. I got my answer for the next question. She then engulfed my cock, and I released. Again my cum shot in to her greedy mouth. This load was some how more than last time, as I saw some excess seeped from the sides of her mouth. I was about to pass out. I was breathing heavily, as she swallowed, got up, and crawled to me to cuddle.

"That... was.... amazing!" I said in between breathes.

" I really enjoyed this master. I would love to do this again." the cute little thing said, as she curled up next to me on her side.

"Oh, no..." I whispered, which she heard, and smiled, thinking I said that because I was tired, but I said it for an entirely different reason. You can't say that, and expect me to calm down. In one swift movement, I went to her backside, grabbed, her butt, and lifted her into a doggie style position.

"Master! What are you doing?!" she yelled. I didn't penetrate her (yet) and replied in a calm tone.

"Octavia, you have been just pleasing me the whole time. The least I could do was return the favor. Doesn't that sound fair?"

"I-I-I guess that sounds.. fair." she replied.

"Okay. I will go slow. Tell me if it feels weird and I will stop. All right?" she barely nodded. Then, I pushed. I heard an elicit moan come from her end. Thinking every thing was fine, I pushed further, yet something happened that I didn't catch until it was to late. It felt like I ripped a wall. My suspensions were confirmed after hearing a loud cry come from her end. I looked and saw something that put fear into me. A faint trickle of blood. My eyes widened, and my breathing became fast, and heavy. I looked at her face and was caught off guard. Her face had an amazing look of pleasure. She looked at me, smiled and nodded, mentally telling me to continue, and continue I did. I started sliding deeper, and deeper, from her slickness, gaining conformation from moan after moan. Then, her walls started clamping, and I knew she was about to orgasm. I flipped her onto her back, wanting to see her face when she hit her peak. Then, something else happened that caught me off guard. When she hit it, a clear liquid shot out of her pussy, coating both of our stomachs. She had squirted. The most powerful orgasm, and it was the first on she had with a dick. She must have been in heaven, and I didn't stop. Her moans kept getting loader, almost every time master was said, and our love became even more erotic. Until, my point was finally coming. Panting I said,

"Tavi, I'm close. Where do you want it?"

"inside!" she yelled. "Inside, please! I need you to fill me!" And with that, I let go, a satisfying bulge appearing.

It took us forever to catch our breath. We resumed the position we had before, I took her. Now, my lust gone, I started thinking clearly, and one though popped into my head. 'Who was this? The real Octavia was high class, held herself in high regard, and would never act this... vulgar, as she would put it.

"Octavia?"

"hmm..." she nestled closer to me.

"What made you do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, and don't take this the wrong way, I loved it, but these actions, don't reflect your standard personality. Why now?"

"Oh! Umm....." she seemed flustered.

"Dear Tavi, you seem to have some trouble telling our master about you actions."

"HUH!?" Octavia and I said in unison. I looked towards where the feminine voice came from. Standing at my doorway, was a white, tall, and slender girl with blue hair. Even though it was late at night, sunglasses, reflected faint light, and we both knew exactly who this was.

"Vinyl...?"

Round Two

"Vinyl...? What are you doing here?" Octavia said, blushing deeply from embarrassment. What did she mean by explaining to me?

"You seem to be having a hard time explaining your self to our master about your... condition." she said with a sly smile.

"Octavia, what does she mean by condition?" I asked, yet she didn't hold my gaze, and looked away.

"You see..." Vinyl continued. "Tavi here isn't what you call an expert...", she smiled," but judging from the sheets, I bet you could tell that." I followed her gaze to the blood/cum mix. "So I taught her." I felt like I wanted to see one of these teaching lessons. But, another thing was off.

"Wait, even knowing all the procedures at bed..."

"Master!" Octavia exclaimed.

"Let me finish. Even knowing everything, she still had her up-standing personality. She wouldn't act like this."

"Wow, you sharper than you look, master." Vinyl replied. Um...thanks? "Your a scientist, even if it's social, so I assume you know what heat is?" Oh, gawd.

"Wait, you mean..?!"

" I see you've caught on. Yes even though when look alot like your kind, we still have some animal blood in us, and so every month, we get reeeaaalllyyy horny. It was Octavia's time, and she couldn't handle it."

"Vinyl..." Octavia sniffed, apparently crying out of shyness.

"Tavi, if Emile is going to be our master, he's gonna have to learn how to take care of us." her lips split into a wicked smile, as she looked at me. "One more thing master. Do you know what 'synchronized heat cycles' mean? The smile some how got bigger.

"....Oh, Jesus."

"Oh, yeah,", she moaned, ripping off her shirt." Are you ready for round two?" (OMFG I USED THE TITLE IN TEXT!!!)

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"Wait, I just went three times with Octavia." I said. I couldn't see it, but I felt Octavia recoil at the statement I made.

"Here, take this." she tossed me a small blue and white pill.

"No!" I replied. "I'm not going to have you drug me just to get your desires."

"You will if you want this spectacle to stay between the three of us." Vinyl said, venom dripping from her words. I saw the fear in Octavia's eyes. She wouldn't, would she? My reputation I could handle, but I wasn't going to ruin Octavia's.

"Fine." I said blatantly. When I swallowed the pill, I was honestly scared of what was gonna happen, until my member started growing again. 'Son of a bitch..., she knew this was gonna happen.' I thought, as two wires connected in my head. I mean, who else carries Viagra around in their back pocket? I looked up at Vinyl, who had removed her sunglasses, and I could see the pure lust in her red eyes.

"Oh... this is gonna be gooood." she moaned. "Let's skip the formalities." I found myself back on my back, as I swear Vinyl jumped, and by my pleasure and her moan, stuck the landing. I could tell Vinyl wanted this badly, as I slipped in with ease. Yet I lost my breath almost immediate, as I felt how tight she was. I looked to my right to see Octavia passed out. Probably from the physical draining orgasm I gave her. (Swag) Then I noticed how fast my orgasm was climbing.

I was essentially a sex toy at this point, forced to give pleasure by a milking anthro, as she rode me to a non-end. I lost count how many times she screamed from an intense orgasm, of how many times I cummed into her. Just before I passed out from shear physical exhaustment, I head a slurp, then a pop, as Vinyl stood up. The last thing I heard before she left was

"No wonder so many girls have the hot's for you, even out of heat." And then everything went black as I passed out.

Once in a Life Time Chance

If you had one shot, one opportunity, would you capture the rare chance, or let it slip?

(To enhance the upcoming seen, play this song, and read slowly)

"Mr. St. Clair? You are being charged with the rape of a royal: Princess Luna. How do you plea?"

"Guilty, sir."

"Are you aware of the penalty for this capital charge is death?"

"Yes, sir."

"And are you also aware that only being in this country with a work visa allows you the right to head home and be tried by a jury of your peers, yet you refuse this right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well."

(fast forward, after confession)

"In light of your confession, I would try to lift the penalty, but for a capital crime, I can not. I suggest you consider changing your plea, for after this, there is no going back."

"No, sir."

(fast forward)

"Mr. St. Clair, on being found guilty of first degree rape of a royal, you have been sentenced to death by hanging. Any last words?"

"Tell her I'm sorry. And sir? Please don't put the bag on my head. I don't want to go to the dark. I'm afraid of the dark."

Everyone stares as the anthro's hand reaches for the lever, and then.....

*click*

"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" I yelled, sitting straight up in my bed, heart racing with fear. I rubbed around my neck, not finding a rope. It took me a moment to get my bearing, and realize I just had a bad dream. "Ok, ok...just a bad dream." I sighed, heart slowing down, for a moment. Then I looked to the right of me, and saw Octavia. I smiled, until my mind mentally bitch slapped me. "WAIT, WHAT?!" I yelled, launching off my bed. I grabbed my head, and started hyperventilating, trying to come up with a logical explanation. Why was she here?! What was she doing in my bed?! WHY was she naked?!?! Then, I remembered last night....Christ was it all real? Then I heard a moan, followed by the rustling of sheets, which pulled me from my thoughts. Here's to hopping she remembers...

"Eek! What am I doing here?! And why am I NAKED?!" I heard her yell. Nothing can be easy, right?

"Hey, easy, easy..." I said, trying to comfort her. The reply I got was plate-like eyes staring at me. "Do you remember anything about last night?" She turned her head at an angle, like in thought.

"Oh..." she whispered face turning red with embarrassment. "Emile, I'm sorry, I didn't have control of my actions, and I-" I put a finger to her lips.

"It's all right. You don't have to apologize. Besides, I said I liked it, and I meant it." I gave her a smile. "Now, how about some breakfast? My treat."

"Okay, but I don't have any clothes."

"That's all right. You can use some of mine. They may be lose, but they'll cover you."

"Thank you." I decided to treat her to my favorite café, Smokey Row. It's a great place to grab a cup of coffee and something to eat. I got us a platter of biscuits and gravy, and I don't know how they kept it on the plate, but it was pilled. We decided to stick with one plate and share it. While we were eating, a friendly face decided to come by.

"Hello Rarity. How are you today?" I gave her a big smile.

"I'm doing just fine darling." she said with less enthusiasm then I expected. Looking at her closely, she looked kind of run-down, which is unusual for her.

"Is every thing all right, Rarity?"

"No, no, nothing's right. Stylists exams are coming up, and I don't have a model, dress, or idea of a dress." she said with a hefty sigh. "What am I to do?" Then I said something before my mind caught up to me.

"I'll do it."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yeah, I'll be your model, as long as you make a tux instead of a dress."

"Really?! Thank you darling! Come by my place at noon, and we'll start from there, ok?"

"Noon. Gotcha."

"Good. Again, thank you for doing this. I'll see you soon." she said, getting up, and walked away, ending our conversation.

"Hey Tavi? I'm gonna go home and shower. Do you want me to take you home?"

"No, I'll get home myself. Thank you for breakfast." I nodded, and turned to walk out the door. "Oh, Emile? Please keep that thing between us, okay?"

"No promises." I said with a smile, and I left.

(One shower later)

"Again, I can't thank you enough for doing this, Emile." Rarity said, as she was gathering her materials.

"It's no problem at all." I replied. "So what is you need me to do?" I was answered by a pair of white shorts hitting me in the face.

"I need you to strip and put those on. They're compression shorts. They'll allow me to get a better measurement on everything, than having to deal with cumbersome clothes. You can change behind that curtain over there." she pointed to a corner that had what looked like a shower certain hanging. I went over with no objections, not even thinking about how one change can lead to something unexpected.

Rarity watched as the man modeling for her walked behind the curtain. It wasn't required for him to change, but she had to see him with as little clothing as possible. Since Twilight was in heat, so was she, since their heat cycles were synced. Just a taste should satisfy her, right? Just a look? How wrong she was.

I walked back around the curtain with the shorts on, and nothing else. I saw the look on Rarity's face, and smiled. "See something you like?" I asked jokingly. That seemed to snap her out of her trance.

"What? Oh! No, um... I was just trying to come up with an idea." she said, appearing very flustered. Yeah, sure you were.

"Where do you need me to stand?"

"Um..right here." she pointed to a pedestal next to her. And thus started the repeating process of measuring, and writing. She was thorough, i'll give her that. Only when she took my waist size did something seem off. Instead of starting the tape behind me, she leaned in, wrapping it around the other way, her head seemed to rest on my stomach. Yet, I dismissed it, for I knew nothing about taking measurement for an article of clothing. However, said problem was mere evident when she went to measure my thighs. After taking the first, she stopped  just before she wrapped around my left thigh. Her face was crimson, and she seemed to be taking deep breaths, for I felt the movement of air across my leg, as to calm herself. Then I smelled the smell. A kind of smelly smell, that smelled ...smelly. (Dear Celestia, did I just quote SpongeBob in a clopfic?)

It smelled very.... musky.

"Rarity...?"

She had to calm herself. That sight of Emile in those compression shorts, along with his sweet, toned muscles, almost made her melt. 'Calm yourself, Rarity.' she thought, trying to psych herself out. 'You onlt have to take a few measurements, and he can be on his way.' She took the standard measurements, arm length, shoulder to shoulder, chest to waist. However, when she got to the waist, she started to lose control.

'I'll just take the measurement backwards, so I can feel him. A touch should be enough to calm me.' she thought, trying to rashinalise her actions. How wrong she was. It drove her over the edge. 'My, god, he's probably so large! No! No, don't think like that, your better than that. Just two more measurements, his thighs' Yet, this was possiblely the worst situation she could have been in. She had taken the first without a hitch, yet as she was retracting to take his second thigh, her hand brushed his manhood. Her face flushed, it took everything in her power to not just pull down the shorts, and start sucking him.

'Calm yourself, Rarity! He didn't seem to notice. Just take deep breathes, in and out... oh, god.' At least he didn't notice the horrible fight between instinct and control going on inside her.

"Rarity...?"

'Shit...!'

"Rarity, are you wearing a new perfume?" he asked her casually, besides the fact that his head just exploded from two tiny wire connecting, my hypothesis and last night. He smelled the exact same smell, but just mistoke it for the sex.

"Um... N-n-no, darling" she replied shakily, breaking her trance. I would hate myself later, but I had to be sure. I was going to have to twist her heat to my advantage.

"Well, what ever it is.." I said, lifting her head, giving my best fake smile ever, "it's very attractive." I could feel her shudder in my hand, her eyes closing, obviously trying to control herself. Just one last push should do it. "Is there something your not telling me?" My answer was a very passionate kiss.

"Rarity, are you wearing a new perfume?" he asked. Perfume? She hadn't put any.... and her mind did a mental round house kick to her face. Could he smell her? Her juices? She didn't even realize she was leaking.

She had to try to cover up.

"Um... N-n-no, darling." was all she could muster. She was going to lose it. She couldn't take it. Then, he pushed her over the edge.

"Well, what ever it is," he started as lifted her face. 'Even his touch is making me blush.' she thought.

"It's very attractive." he finished. And that was all she needed. Her control was gone, and nature took over. "Rarity, is there something your not telling me?" 'Yes!' she thought, as she moved her lips up to his.

To be honest, even though he expected a kiss, how passionate it was threw him off. At first it was just a lip lock, like she was trying to stop, but she seemed to relax, as her tounge entered his mouth, wrestling his like two bikini babes in a mud wrestling contest: slik, warm, and highly arousing. And the sweetness of her lip gloss. It tasted like a grape soda, and was possibly the reason her returned the kiss back, just as passionately. After about a minute, she broke the kiss to breath, and to speak.

"Emile, I am so sorry. I just had to." she said, her face looking as guilty as hell.

"It's all right. I enjoyed it, very much."

"Really? Well, that's some what of a relief.... oh-" she moaned. I suddenly felt pressure on my crotch, and looked down to see my member pressing against her thigh. For compression shorts, they weren't compressing a whole lot. "I can feel you enjoyed it as much as I did." she moaned again. That moaning wasn't really helping the case, not that I minded. A sudden, and evil smile crossed her purple lips.

"Darling, I think its rude that we don't give junior some attention, don't you think so?" she said, biting her lower lip as she said it. Wow, insecure to seductive in ten seconds. Rarity, your name needs to be in the Guiness book of world records. Yet, I complied.

"I do." I said. "What would you like to do about it?"

"Oh just sit down dear, and let mommy do the rest." was her reply. Jesus, I forgot she said that from time to time. And the way she said it sent tingles of arousal down my spine. I happily complied.

The moment I sat, the shorts were off and she went to work, sucking my full length in the first go. If she wasn't going slow, I would have burst, right then, right there. I was in heaven as my head hit the back of her throat each time she went down in her suck, her tongue  doing circles around my shaft. Every so often, she would come full out, with a satisfying slurp, and lick me, balls, to head. Obviously, this was from experience. I was enjoying this, letting out groans of pleasure and her name, as she changed her tactic every so often, from licking it like a popsicle, to literally throat-fucking me. Yet, she all of a sudden, stopped.

I watched her walk over to a counter, grab a piece of cloth, and walk back over.

"It's to muffle my moans, so no one hears this little activity." she explained, pointing at the cloth. I now knew what was coming next.

I watched as she tied it around her mouth, and lift up her skirt, revealing no panties. She walked over, both of us shuddering with excitement. She squatted, and slowly moved her hips forward, until my head reached her pushy lips, parting them like revolving doors, and slide in like a bar of soap slipping from you grasp. Even though she was gagged, I swear her moan was louder than mine. Fully inside, already pressing against her womb, she sat there for a few moments, trying not to lose her self and fuck me madly. Slowly, ever so slowly, up and down, she moved. She was so tight, her vagina walls already clamping my cock, as she already neared an orgasm. After few cycles of up and down, she went full on, and just grinned, riding out her intense orgasm. The cloth wasn't like it was doing anything to muffle her screams of pleasure.

After about her third orgasm, something stirred inside me. No, it wasn't my orgasm, it was something else, a feeling. Dominance. That's what it was. And with this feeling, I grabbed her shoulders, and stood up. I saw her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure. Now, along with her weight, if it was possible, I would have gone into her womb. It was my turn now.

I started thrusting, uncontrolled, because I had never been in that position, yet I found a rhythm, and she matched it. We were in pure ecstasy, each of us getting closer. Yet that feeling stirred inside of me again. I wanted the world to know, she was mine. So, I undid the cloth. Use to the muffled moans, I cringed at the sudden change in pitch, yet it rapidly became very arousing. I started thrusting harder, faster, earning more elicit moans and screams of pleasure. I locked lips with her, as I got very close. She could tell I was close, for I didn't even have to ask for where she wanted it. She just moaned 'inside!' as we were kissing. And that's what I did. We both released our tension, yelling each others name.

After a few moments of both of us reaching our peak, we stared into each others eyes, and I felt another feeling I never knew before. Love. Genuine love. As I looked down, to set her down, I saw something that made me chuckle. On my crotch, around my dick, was a purple kiss mark.