Asmodeus’ Book of Lust: Main Characters

“Anon, dear, could you get that purple box on the right shelf for me?” Rarity, the Ponyville fashionista demanded. Anon reached for a purple box but Rarity stopped him. “No, no, no! The purple one, not the indigo!” Anon looked at the prissy pony with confusion.

“They’re all purple,” he claimed. “How the heck am I supposed to know which one’s purple and which one’s a different color?” Anon didn’t take art, but he knew there different shades of every color, but he would never have guessed someone could organize things based on their shade of color.

Rarity gasped at his assumption. “All purple? Have you no taste in style?” she exclaimed. “There’s purple, violet, indigo, lavender, all sorts of purples! My mane is violet, remember this color: VIOLET!” She got up in Anon’s face, but he didn’t seem intimidated, just a little freaked out.

“Alright, geez.” Anon grabbed the correct box and set it on Rarity’s workbench.

“There, was that so hard?” she asked sweetly.

“Whatever." Anon didn't know why he agreed to help Rarity out with this if he knew how stingy she was. The bigger question that lingered in his mind was how did he get here in the first place. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep one night and waking up in this crazy, magical world. Recently, he's made friends with a group of ponies who just so happened to be the heroes of this world.

Anon sat on the couch as Rarity continued to sow some fabric together for a brand new dress. He looked over at Rarity and noticed something he probably shouldn't have.

While she had her back to Anon, Rarity's tail swished from side to side revealing a winking plot. It opened and closed like eyelids but its center was juicy and pink like a tulip. Now, Anon did find most of the inhabitants of this land to be rather hot, but Rarity always caught his eye' and not just by her flamboyant outfits, but also by her kindness and her generosity. Her personality is what really caught his attention.

As he continued to stare at her winking vagina, he felt a tightness in his pants. He didn't have to look down to know what was going on. He grabbed a couch pillow to cover this obscene object. Rarity turned around to see Anon looking off somewhere else and a pillow over his crotch. She smiled lustfully.

"Anon, sweetheart," she called. Anon perked up along with his package, "would you like a drink for helping me out so much?" she offered kindly.

"Uh, sure, thanks." Anon wondered if Rarity knew what was going on underneath his crotch pillow. If she knew, he'd end up with a right hoof to the face. Or in this case his precious children. Luckily it started to go down, so maybe she won't know.

Rarity set down her materials and tools and made her way to the kitchen where she looked through the fridge for something Anon could drink. "I have orange juice, water, and some tea," Rarity called out from the kitchen.

"I guess I'll take some juice?"

There was no door to the kitchen, so it was wide open and Anon could see everything that was going on. Rarity brought the bottle of orange juice to the counter and began to pour a glass. While she was doing that, she stood in Anon's line of sight with her rump facing him. Her tail swished from side to side, revealing her winking plot. Once again, Anon's member began to grow, forcing him to cover it with the pillow. He looked away but the image of Rarity's soft, marshmallow-colored butt was seared into his brain. There was no way he could get it down now.

"Anon, dear, are you okay?" Rarity asked with concern. Anon looked back to see Rarity approaching him with the fresh glass of cold, sweet orange juice. "You look rather tense. Go ahead and have your drink; it should clear you up." Rarity set the glass on the wooden table in front of him. "And why do you have that pillow on your lap?"

Anon's eyes grew wide as he looked down at the pillow covering his still hard erection. "Uh, I just needed to use it for stretching," he answered awkwardly.

Rarity gave him a puzzled look. "Stretching, how, exactly?" She squinted her eyes at him as if trying to read him for some sort of secret or truth.

"Uh, sometimes I just like to hug something tight as my muscles stretch in my back and arms. Or just push against it while its on my lap to stretch out my arms. You know, stuff like that."

"Or to hide something?" Rarity added. She looked at Anon with hearts in her eyes. She fluttered her eyelids seductively as she bit her lower lip and smiled.

Anon's face fell in shame and fear. "W-what?" he asked, his voice quivering. "Hide what? What do I have to hide?" He spoke quickly, which only peaked Rarity's curiosity even more.

"You know," Rarity began, "Twilight told me about some psychology, although I'm not all that into it, she did say that those who talk fast have something to hide." She placed a hoof on Anon's leg and leaned in closer until her face was only inches away from his. "So what are you hiding?" she whispered.

Before Anon had a chance to respond or retort, he saw Rarity's horn glow with magic and felt the pillow being removed from his grasp. He blushed with embarrassment as his secret was exposed. Under the pillow was a bulge that was very visible under his jeans. Either they were too tight, or his dick was too big.

Anon braced for a punch to the face or to his precious stones. But nothing happened. He opened his eyes to see Rarity marveling at his bluge.

"Oh my," Rarity said with awe. "I'm surprised you could even hide this... monster! Let alone keep it sealed away in your pants!"

Anon was... confused. "Wait, so I'm not getting a hoof to the face?" he inquired.

Rarity looked at him, confused. "Now why in Equestria would I do that?" She smiled at him, but Anon didn't feel reassured about the situation. He still felt like something bad was going to happen any moment. "You know, Anon," Rarity spoke, breaking the frightened human out of his thoughts. "I've seen the way you've been looking at everypony else, but I want to know... what are your thoughts about me?"

Anon's face turned a brighter shade of red, like a grapefruit. She already knows about your erection, may as well tell her how you feel about her. "Well, I actually like you out of anyone else in this town." He began to blush as he spoke, and he noticed a red tinge growing on Rarity's white face. "It's not just because of your beauty, but also your personality. You're kind, you give generously, even when other's don't ask, your creativity knows no bounds. You're a very special pony Rare."

Rarity was left speechless. Her mouth was agape, but no words came out. Anon thought he might have overdone it a little, but suddenly Rarity pounced on him. She planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. He didn't try to break free. He wanted this. He needed this. They broke their kiss to catch a breath. As they did, they looked into each other's eyes, both pairs were filled with love and passion.

"I want you Anon," Rarity said, breathing heavily. "Hurry up and give it to me!" Anon didn't even get to reach for his pants as he felt his button and zipper being undone by Rarity's magic. She pulled his pants and boxers off to reveal the steaming, warm, fleshy but hard erection that stood at attention. "Oh my! It's bigger than I expected."

Rarity flipped around so that Anon's throbbing shaft was rubbing up against her face, and her winking, pink pussy was right in front of Anon's flustered face. Both entrances gave of a radiance of warm air. Anon could feel Rarity's warm, moist breath around his cock as her vagina expelled the same warm, wet current. It gave off a sweet smell, unlike what he expected. It was like walking into a candle shop and smelling all of the exotic scents at once.

Rarity, without hesitation, began to work her tongue along the thick meaty walls of Anon's shaft. The slick, elastic muscle twirled and wrapped around the rigid erection like a serpent on a branch. Every movement, every lick sent signals of pleasure through Anon's body, tensing up every muscle, making his penis flex and spasm from the sensation.

She suddenly stopped what she was doing and looked back at Anon who was just watching her with amazement. "Come now, sweetheart, I can't do all the work, now can I?" Rarity shook her plump ass in front of Anon's face. "You know what to do."

Anon grabbed both cheeks with his hands, releasing a pleasing yelp from Rarity. He caressed the globular objects before him, causing Rarity to release a small moan. The texture was soft and squishy like a marshmallow. In between the two globes was the pink, juicy, wet center. His prize.

Anon didn't waste any time. He dove right into Rarity's awaiting plot and began to lap at the juices that were pouring out. Its taste was marvelous. It was like licking honey right out a tap. The liquid was slightly thick so it flowed out like syrup and onto Anon's tongue as he lapped it up. Rarity began to moan and twitch as Anon continued to please her delicate flower.

If Anon was working this hard, Rarity had to as well. She stopped licking his rod and proceeded to engulf it in one swallow. She gagged and choked as she took it all the way to the hilt, only to resurface three seconds later coughing up spit and leaving a trail of saliva from her lips to Anon’s penis.

“Wow Rarity, where did you learn to do that?” Anon asked.

“Oh dear, I have my own private times whenever I want to ‘relieve stress’ after working,” Rarity replied with a smirk. “Did you really think I’d just sit around all the time whenever I finish a project? Though, I’ve never managed to do it all the way. I still want to remain pure for the right stallion. Or I this case, the right man.” She went back to pleasuring his cock, licking and deepthroating the entirety of his shaft.

Anon gripped her ass tighter as more waves of pleasure flowed through him. He licked around and inside her cunt, forcing his tongue to go deeper and deeper inside. He could feel the walls of her vagina as his tongue ventured further: the ridges, the bumps, the sweeter nectar that dwelled inside, he couldn’t get enough of its taste.

As Anon continued to lick around Rarity’s love canal, he used one hand to search around the outside of her pussy until it came in contact with a small bump. He pinched it gently, causing Rarity to choke mid-blowjob.

She quickly lifted her mouth off of the now slobbered cock, spit dribbling from her mouth and onto Anon’s lap.

“My word!” Rarity exclaimed. “That was amazing! I’ve never had that happen to me before.”

“Why stop now?” Anon asked. He proceeded to rub Rarity’s swollen clit with two fingers and penetrate her open orifice with his tongue, letting Rarity feel a rush of ecstasy flowing through her.

“Sweet Celestia! I think I’m going to—!” Rarity didn’t get to complete her warning before she sprayed her sticky, sweet juices all over Anon’s face. “AAAHHH!” She screamed in pure ecstasy as she finally achieved orgasm. She painted and gasped for air, trying to recover from what just happened. “That was... amazing,” she said between breaths.

She looked down at Anon’s slick, drenched member and sighed. “Forgive me darling, but I wasn’t able to make you feel the same thing.” She looked back up at Anon who was smiling down at her.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he retorted. The large human grabbed the tiny unicorn by the waist and flipped her around until her pussy was positioned directly over his lubricated dick.

Rarity gave Anon a frightened look. “I-it’s my first time, with an actual penis,” she informed him. “Please be gentle.” Anon nodded, and slowly but gently lowered Rarity down so that his erection was able to slide into her tight cunt. A little trickle of blood seeped out as Anon penetrated her hymen, and Rarity let out a little moan from the twinge of pain.

Anon moved the unicorn up and down, letting her tight pussy wrap around every inch of his cock, and making sure he traveled to the deepest parts of her love canal. Every thrust caused their wet crotches to slap against each other, making lewd sounds, turning both of them on even more.

“Please, Anon, allow me.” Rarity moved Anon’s hands away from her waist and began to take control. She laid a hoof over his shoulder for balance as she proceeded to grind on the hard shaft. She moved in circles, up and down, side to side, and every which way, coaxing out some of Anon’s cum bit by bit.

He could feel it–the pressure building up in his penis. It grew wider as he tried to prevent his load from being released and being injected through her cervix and I to her reproductive system.

“Fuck, Rarity, I’m about to blow it here!” he yelled.

“Wait! Not inside! Please not inside!” Rairity begged.

Anon did as he was told and popped his cock out of her dripping wet pussy and released every drop of cum onto Rarity’s precious white coat. Some managed to reach her face as they landed around her hair and her eyes. The sticky expulsion streamed down her face, giving her the opportunity to lick up the residue.

“Mm, saltier than I’d thought it’d be,” she said as she licked her lips, trying to catch as much semen as she could.

She flipped around until she faced Anon. His face was completely covered in sweat, and he was panting, trying to catch his breath.

“I love you Rarity.” He kissed the unicorn on the lips, and thankfully there wasn’t any cum on them.

“I love you too, Anon.” She sank into his warm chest, feeling his heartbeat slow down and rest at a comfortable speed. She nuzzled his chest as sleep overtook her. She yawned as she closed her and fell asleep, using the human as her bed.

Anon looked down at the beautiful unicorn laying on his chest. She looked so cute when she slept. His eyes traveled to the cup of orange juice that was left sitting on the coffee table in front of him. Shit, I didn't get my drink. All well. He rested a hand on Rarity’s head, stroking her violet mane.

Suddenly the door swing open and a familiar voice echoed through the boutique. “Big sister? I’m back from my meeting!”

Shit!