9:30 PM... central time. In a small town somewhere in the midwest. As you clock out from work you sigh in relief. Another day down. You wonder how much longer you will be working at that dead end retail job. On your way down the aisles of Wal-Mart you throw on your coat to conceal your dark blue shirt, hoping and praying that another customer won't stop you and ask where the dog food is.
You silently curse the management of your store for changing the location of the god damn dog food every 2 weeks. Why can't they just keep it in the the same fucking spot?
You are just about to zip up your coat when you see a rather sizable lady pushing a cart with 3 kids in tow glance at you. "Shit" you whisper as you realize you still have your name tag on. She bolts up to you, leaving her 3 spawn to destroy what was left of a display of pool noodles in the aisle. "SIR!" she shouts at you as you try to walk away. "EXCUSE ME! Do NOT IGNORE ME!" she yells.
You turn around and try to smile. "Yes... what can I help you with?" you say through gritted teeth and a forced smile. "I'm trying to find the dog fo-"
"Front of the store, left side as you're walking out... right next to the big flashing sign that says "DOG FOOD!" you can't miss it."
The lady looks at you with a shocked expression. "Is something wrong here?" You recognize the voice of your manager walking up behind you. "YES! This employee was SO RUDE! he interrupted me! I demand compensation!"
"lol... compensate" you think to yourself, never missing a chance to make a joke.
"Mr. Anonymous... didn't you clock out already? You KNOW it's against policy to help a customer when you're not on the clock!"
You glance at your manager and the land whale before you before smiling and walking off without saying a word.
You exit the store and make your way through the cold parking lot towards your car. Black Friday was always a fun time to be at work. The parking lot was crowded and you manage to dodge a few cars before making it to your tiny 1990's Saturn... something. You don't even know what model it is, but it's all you can afford at the moment.
The drive home was uneventful. Traffic was as bad as it usually is, maybe slightly more so. You crank up the music on the radio and listen to whatever happens to be playing at the moment.
As you pull in to your driveway you smile to yourself. Your parents are gone for the day and your siblings moved out months ago. At least you'll be able to play some video games in privacy and maybe even masturbate in the living room in comfort for the first time in weeks instead of sitting in your uncomfortable office chair in your room.
You open the door and move to the side as your dog bolts past you in to your fenced in yard. You'll remember to let her in later. The house is empty and quiet, a couple of lights left on by your parents. You set your coat on the table and waltz up to your room.
Your laptop sits on your desk, closed, with a box of tissues hidden behind a stack of empty video game cases. You are too stressed out to care about dragging it all downstairs to the couch to jerk it. You've had a bad day... now it's time for some release.
You fling open the laptop and type in your password. Of course you get it wrong on the first try... you type it in again and the home screen pops up. An image of sunset shimmer sits as your wallpaper. You admire it for a second before double clicking on the Google Chrome icon. The home page pops up and you scroll through your facebook for a second, 3 notifications, mostly from random pony groups you're a part of. Nothing that really concerns you. Next you check your email, and tumblr. just like clockwork... every time you open your computer.
Finally, after checking ever piece of social media in a desperate attempt to see if anyone is communicating with you, it's time to get down to business. You open up a new tab and type in www.fimfiction.net
As the page loads you stand up and wiggle your pants down around your ankles. You reach out to the tissue box only to see that it's empty. "God damnit." you whisper and you awkwardly shuffle to the bathroom with your pants around your ankles. Too lazy to care to take them all the way off.
After obtaining a neatly folded pad of toilet paper, you return to the room and lock the door. No one is home, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
You return to the chair and sit down. Your eyes glance over the screen as you search for clopfics of your favorite pony. Finally after a few minutes of searching you find one with a good rating, and it features that fetish that you like! SCORE!
You move your mouse over to the left side of your laptop and reach down with your other hand to start massaging your already half hard erection. Your hands slowly slide from the top to the bottom and across the tip. You can feel your average sized member begin to stiffen in your grip. You slowly move your hand around to cup your balls and massage them gently.
Your left hand has taken control of the mouse. You click on the first and only chapter of the story and begin reading. There is a half-assed attempt at a plot to begin with. Something about your favorite pony needing money to take care of... something... you stop caring after the first paragraph and begin scrolling down to get to the good stuff.
Your right hand has gotten a slightly firm grip around the base of your cock, you slide it upward as you feel the skin move softly between your hands. You shiver slightly in anticipation as you finally get to the paragraph where your favorite pony is finally alone with the random stallion chosen by the author because they probably couldn't think of a good OC or a male pony that fits... I mean, there's only like... 4 male ponies to choose from that aren't really annoying, ugly or a bore to write about.
In this part of the store your favorite pony gets on their knees. "Anthro.." you sigh to yourself, you guess you forgot to read the tags of the story before you started reading. That's ok though. You're fine with it. Your favorite pony slides the stallions cock in their mouth (in EXCRUCIATING detail). Your hand begins pumping around your hard cock faster and faster. Your eyes dart across the screen... Your favorite pony has moved on to making out with the stallion and stroking his long horsecock as their tongues dart back and forth through each-other's mouth. The next paragraph describes in detail that fetish that you really like. You're stroking yourself faster now, harder, every once in a while massaging you aching testicles as to not blow your load too soon, you wanted to make sure you ejaculate in-sync with the stallion in the story. Your index finger is starting to get slightly moist from the pre-cum leaking out of your throbbing erection. You moan sightly to yourself as you read through the next few paragraphs featuring that fetish that you adore so much. Finally you reach the last few paragraphs. Your favorite pony is bent over a table with the stallion mounted on top of them. He has his hands pinned on to the shoulder blades of your favorite pony. The story is describing in detail how your favorite pony is moaning and screaming for more as their body is rocked back and forth by the stallion. The stallion pulls your favorite pony's hair and shoves his cock inside your favorite pony as hard as he can. The clopfic describes the screams of ecstasy emitting from your favorite pony's mouth. The stallion pulls his rock hard cock out of your favorite pony and instructs them to get on their knees. the pony does and the stallion sticks his cock in the pony's mouth. You instinctively start stroking faster and faster as the story reaches it's "climax".
The stallion in the story strokes his cock as your favorite pony bobs their head up and down on his dick. The stallion in the story cries out the pony's name as he cums hard in their mouth and all over their face. As this event is being described in GREAT detail by the author you pump your hand around your cock a few more times as you place the folded piece of toilet paper in front your your cock. Your breathing begins to get heavier and quicker, you can feel the pressure building up inside your manhood as you grit your teeth and close your eyes. imaging your favorite pony taking a shower of hot and sticky cum with their mouth open and tongue out. Each glob of seed landing on their pretty, innocent face and on their tongue forcing them to taste your cum as they happily swallow each and every drop that doesn't land on their face or on their eye. You finally moan once and cum hard. Part of you wants to say the pony's name out load while you ejaculate. You breathe hard as you can feel the warm fluid erupt from your member, some of it lands on the toilet paper, but you can tell you came pretty hard. a couple drops fly out and land on the floor, some of it lands on your leg.
As your orgasm subsides you stroke your cock slowly and you breathe in through your nose hard to smell the intoxicating scent of the sex that never happened. You fold the tissue in half and use the dry part to wipe up the remaining cum on your leg and desk. You sigh happily to yourself and glance back down at the computer screen. You eyes catch the paragraph that you just pleasured yourself to and you can't help but feel slightly disgusted with yourself. "Did I really just fap to that?" you think to yourself as you quickly close the tab.
You move the mouse back over to the right side of your computer and go back to scrolling through your various social media sights.
Your pants still around your ankles.
Your used cum rag still in your hand...
You decide to go back to FimFiction to check for an update on one of your favorite stories. Your eyes glance over the page as you notice something catch your eye... "META: The Clopfic". Interesting. You click on the link and begin reading.
It's not like you have anything better to do tonight.
