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Why is she so perfect?
>>25523953
I don't know, you tell me.
>>25523953
Because you can't smell her poor hygiene through the TV.
EYEBROWS
>>25523953
I wonder if she had a fuck buddy during her time unfriended. Like some lowlife druggie or something who would come over and bang her. He'd tell her to take a fucking shower but he'd still end up fucking her.
>>25523978
What about eyebrows?
>>25523953
Because she's /mlp/ ponified.
>>25524011
They are missing from the OP picture, that's what.
>>25523953
She's an unhygienic autist
Around strangers she'd be quiet and reserved but if you were friends with her chances are she probably wouldn't give much of a shit how she looks or smells around you, dick raising stench and full view of her scratching her unclad crotch for days.
Maybe it's because I used to know someone like this, but I'd always imagine she'd have big, soft, pillow-y tits you could rest your head on
>>25524006
>Be Moondancer
>Studying the theories of magical principles when combined with certain fluxes.
>Hear the front door open.
>You'd be surprised or maybe a little scared if you didn't know who it was.
>His hoofsteps echoed in your spartan cottage.
>Why did you do this to yourself?
>You want to tell him to get out.
>To go away and never come back.
>The door to your room opens.
>He's there, his horsecock dangling from between his legs.
>The smell of cheap cider is permeating from him.
>You keep your head in the book.
>Don't think about the next few minutes.
>Just read.
>Don't close you eyes when his hooves begin to caress your flanks.
>Don't raise your tail and slide it out of the way.
>Don't wink your clit at him, exposing how wet you were.
>Don't...don't moan....
>Don't close the book and push your desk away.
>Don't lean forward, letting his cock flare deeper inside you.
>Don't tense and squeeze your muscles around his quivering meat.
>Don't let yourself orgasm as he cums.
>Don't feel disappointed he already slipped out of you.
>Don't sniffle as he tells you take a fucking shower.
>Don't feel upset that he's leaving.
>Don't wish he stayed a little longer and maybe had another go.
>Don't remind yourself that he's the only pony you have any contact with anymore.
>Don't think about how pathetic you are for missing his company already.
>Don't cry...
>>25523953
because she lets you finish in her and she will clean you off with her mouth afterwards
>>25524087
anon plz no
>>25524067
>You will never comfortably rest against a chubby and musky odored Moondancer, itchy sweater doing nothing to deter your comfort
>You will never pet her unclad, unshaven legs, feeling the soft hair get tangled in your fingers
>>25524087
I was not ready for this
>>25524100
Jesus christ mah dick
>>25523953
More like MoonCancer, am I rite?
I want to wear her sweater
>>25524440
While she's also wearing it?
>>25524087
Got me hard. Any more of this coming?
>>25523953
Moondancer? Hello? I know I'm not supposed to interrupt, but I brought you some peetzer. It's your favorite, Hawaiian Surprise!
>The door swings open creaking loudly as you enter her bedroom, which was also her private library.
>For a pony who is a bit, messy on her appearance, she does keep her place quite tidy.
>Except for that desk which had books piled on each other, scrolls and pieces of paper scattered everywhere, not to mention quills and ink.
>And of course, you find her asleep on the 512th page of Equestrian Inquiries, Vol III.
>Setting your hands free from a candlelight and a plate of peetzer slices, you nudged Moondancer's shoulder a little to see if she was taking just a power-nap.
>But there was no response as she was in a deep slumber.
>You could tell from the multiple cans of energy drinks overflowing her little trash bin along with crumpled pieces of paper.
>You knew she wouldn't stay awake forever. She's a mortal being just like the rest of us.
>You grabbed onto Moondancer, hugging her tightly and lifting her up.
>You walk over to where her bed resides, gently resting her in place.
>You took off those giant glasses and set them aside as you began to work on taking off her sweater.
>You watch as her leg kicks a little, as you succeed in peeling that crummy sweater off and replace it with a soft blanket and a pre-fluffed pillow.
>You lean in to plant a kiss on her forehead, saying goodnight.
>Leaving her a few peerzer slices and walking out with a sweater in your hands, slowly closing the door behind you.
>As soon as you heard the door latch, the sweater was already burried deep in your nostrils as you took deep whiffs of that musky scent.
>Your nose detected a slight hint of lilac. She must've showered a few days ago, but she never washed this thing.
>The bulge forming in your pants was desperate, you felt the need to rush over to the living room.
>And you did, taking Moondancer's filthy sweater.
