>"So let me get this straight here darling... You want me.. to give you some of my tampons so that you can put them in your butt in an attempt to see how it feels like for girls?"
>>25893668
No I'm gonna lay them all out and dump tomato juice on them to simulate WWIII.
>>25893668
I want you to check your fucking privilege, you ugly cumdumpster.
>>25893668
Why wouldn't anon just buy them?
>>25893668
"I...w-what?!? No! I only asked you if you knew what time it was!"
>"Ah..."
"Jesus fucking christ, Rarity, what the f-"
>"so...you mean you don't want these? I even gift-wrapped them for you"
"GET THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM ME!"
>"Get them"
"...n-no!"
>"I SAID GET THEM"
"B-BACK OF ME, GIRL! BACK OFF M-ME! TWAAAAAAAAAAAAALOOOOOOT!!!"
>>25893668
>Well, that was an awkward conversation
>Rarity just made a cute little gagging motion before walking away
>But it's fine because when you bumped into her you swiped her keys
>The satisfying click sounds, and your heart pounds as you enter her house
>And close the door gently behind you
>Her sister's at school at this time, and she's probably out whoring herself
>You check your watch
>2:07 PM
>You've got time
>But just in case
>You walk cautiously, sweeping the rooms
>Making sure no one is at home
>That feeling of entering her home unwanted gives you fluttery feelings of anticipation and excitement
>What wonders await here?
>Your eyes move to various photographs on the walls, of her family and sister
>And you run your gloved hand over a frame, tracing her face
>Enough distractions
>You find your way to her bedroom, and feel you shivers through your body at the intimacy of it all
>The curtains are drawn closed, but there's enough light from the sun that you can see every detail
>There were her sheets, carefully made, pillows propped up perfectly
>Not a single stain in the room
>Her vanity desk is full of cosmetics and various miscellanea
>Walking across her soft fuzzy carpet, you make your way to the bathroom
>The door creaks and you cringe as you open it slowly
>Even if no one is home, it still feels wrong to make too much noise
>The light is bright enough to faintly give you outlines in her bathroom
>And you make out the trashcan
>Your goal
>Your heart thuds loudly, and you're almost afraid someone will hear it
>Step by step you make the way to the trashcan, and step down
>Sorting through it
>Until you find the exact thing you need
>It feels hard, caked and dry
>As you pull it out, sifting through used tissues and other trash
>And bring it up to your noise
>Giving it a big sniff
>Her scent floods your nostrils
>And you give a pleasured sigh
>It's not sweet
>It's salty, and there's a trace of the metallic scent of blood
>>25894336
>You reach out with your tongue, running the tip against the caked blood
>Salty, metallic, grimy, fetid, but so delicious
>Your tongue flicks against it once you reach an edge of the used tampon
>And you begin working your tongue down a different side of it
>Scraping the underside of your organ across the material
>You have to wet it
>How else could you have the experience?
>After reaching the edge again, you turn the tampon towards you, facing inwards
>And take it in your mouth, rolling your tongue around it
>Your saliva mingles with what fluids were on there
>And you make a sucking motion with your mouth, squeezing the remnants of Rarity out
>You keep the mix inside your mouth
>Swirling it around, adding more and more of your saliva to it
>Diluting it
>But the taste is still there
>You pull it out, feeling the material rub against your lips
>Your mouth is full of the mix, and you gargle it a little
>It tickles the back of your throat, floods your nose with its scent
>And with one final gulp, you take it down
>Swallowing her entire load
>You feel it going down your throat, running down to your stomach
>Rarity's inside you now
>The tampon is properly wet to stimulate how it must feel for girls
>And you start taking your pants down, unbuckling your belt
>It clatters to the tiles with a loud clack
>And you cringe again
>Hopefully it didn't leave too much of a scratch
>You don't think Rarity would like that too much
>Your boxers slide down next, gently this time
>But soon they're by your knees, on the floor
>And you take the tampon, rubbing it between your buttcheeks
>Feeling the wetness against your ass sends you moaning slightly
>And your body shivering once more
>You keep doing it, hotdogging the tampon
>Your ass cheeks clench and unclench around the tampon, pressing flesh against soft, wet tampon
>Your cock is rock hard, but that's not why you came
>You position the tampon inwards, and prepare yourself
>>25894429
>One of your hands wrap around your erect length
>If only to stop yourself from thinking about it too much
>You feel the tampon wiggle against your skin as you start pushing it in
>It makes its way past your cheeks, prodding at your anus
>Your hand is involuntarily stroking yourself
>But you don't find this at all arousing
>It's just to see how girls feel like
>Right?
>The tampon, still wet despite the earlier rubbing, starts pushing in
>Your sphincter resists and you add more force
>You shudder as you feel it give
>It's an uncomfortable feeling, you haven't gotten used to it
>But for some reason you feel your cock getting even harder
>Even if you're not really enjoying this sexually
>You feel the tip enter, and your insides squeeze against it
>It's wet, and your warm insides get a sudden chill as they hug the tampon
>It gets easier after the tip gets in
>Your sphincter relaxes
>And your stroking gets more fervent, though you don't remember telling your hand to do it
>Inch by inch it slides into you
>You lean on the countertop, bending your ass out
>Mouth open, tongue out, panting
>The material rubs against you, and as you breath you still smell her fluids in your breath
>Rarity's inside you in both ways now
>You bring it further in, and feel the tampon running out as your ass cheeks press against your fingers
>Squeezing it as the material continues to tickle your insides
>You feel yourself almost close to cumming, for some reason
>You stop holding the tampon, using your index to push it in from the back now
>And you push and push, while you stroke and stroke
>And soon the tampon is inside you, and you feel your sphincter press around your fingers
>You pull it out, and it closes
>Sealing Rarity inside you
>You can't take it anymore
>And let out a loud moan as you cum
>It spurts out underneath you, shooting at the side of her countertop
>Some of it splashes on your chest
>And you feel your body relax
>You stay there, panting, basking in the afterglow
>>25894336
>>25894429
>>25894546
NIGGA, YOU NEED PROFESSIONAL HELPAfter you finish writing, of course.
>>25894546
>You rest there, feeling your eyes getting a little heavier
>And somehow you find the floor very comfortable
>The cold tiling reminding you of the once-cold tampon inside of you
>Darkness seeps in, sleep inviting you into her embrace
>The next thing you remember is a very bad wakeup alarm
>"ANON!"
>It was a loud high-pitched scream
>If it was Rarity, it probably wouldn't have been so bad
>You groggily open your eyes to the bright lights of the bathroom
>Moving a hand up to shield it
"W-what?"
>Sweetie Belle stands in the doorway
>Wait, what?
>Oh shit
>"What are you doing?!"
>She looks upset for some reason, her eyes are wide and her mouth is wide open
"What are you doing in Rarity's bathroom?"
>She lets out a scream as you get up
>When you pull your pants up, she's already out of sight
>You buckle up your belt, and turn off the bathroom lights
>What a wasteful little shit
>You hear a slam
>And follow it
>Might as well resolve this situation
>"-in my bathroom, please send someone!"
>Her voice sounds slightly hushed, but the walls are thin
>You knock on her door
"Sweetie?"
>"Get away from me!"
>Fuck, Rarity really raised a bitch
"Please come out, I want to talk."
>"No, you creep!"
"Rarity asked me to come here."
>"You're lying!"
"No really, she did. Look, you've seen me around her."
>"Yeah, and she tells me you're really creepy and she hates talking to you!"
>Oh ouch
>That actually hurt quite a bit
>Fuck
>What if Rarity did think you were creepy?
>You lean your forehead against the door
>Running the past memories of your interactions through your head
>Was it when you asked for her bras?
>Girls compare bras, don't they?
>Probably wasn't it
>What about-
>"Anon?"
>Your head perks up
>That sounded like a deep voice
>Probably the cops coming to get you
>You walk towards the front door
>There's not much else you have to live for if Rarity doesn't like you
>You hold your hands up as you go meet the cops
>>25894631
>They took away your piece of Rarity when they booked you
>And shoved you into some cell somewhere
>Everything's just been a blur since Sweetie told you Rarity didn't care about you
>But one day, one of the guards comes up to your cell
>And tells you you have a visitor
>So now here you sit, the thick glass separating you and your one love
>Rarity fidgets quite a bit
>Her eyes never really catching yours
>Maybe she's just nervous about the meeting
>After all, it's been a while
>You take the phone, and she takes in her cute hands
>You wonder how soft they must be, and have a little daydream about being the phone as she holds it
"H-hi, Rarity."
>"Listen, Anon."
>That was a bit rude
"What-"
>"Shut up and let me talk."
>Maybe she's had some stress in her life
>She doesn't sound as nice or calm as before
>"I want you to know we'll never work out, and I would never ever be with a creepy loser like you."
>You give a small smile
>Probably just a joke
>"Please stay away from my family. I never want to see you again."
>Your smile falters a bit
>She is taking this a bit too far
>She slams the phone down
>And says something inaudible to the guards
>You feel hands on your shoulders, pulling you back
"Wait, I don't think she's finished."
>"She's done, man."
"No, I think, maybe the time ran out."
>"Come on, it's over."
>You struggle a bit, but give up when you feel a punch land on your head
>And you're almost dragged back to the cell
>Where upon you sit down on the bed
>Looking at the sheets
>And looking at the bars in the window
>You hold up the sheets in your hands
>Folding it a bit
>Wrapping it into a semblance of a rope
>And pull it, making sure it's taut
>You get up, wrapping it around the bars on the window
>And tie a tight knot
>You bring your head into the circle
>Stepping on the bed post
>And face the bars outside your cell
>And jump
>As your vision fades, the last image you see is a laughing guard>2015
>liking worst pone
>>25894721
Well done.
Jesus Christ in the lord of Marco Bodt why must you do the thing with a tampon? Most off you make me question lyfe. I want y'all to find frdckled Jesus (Marco Bodt) or God in general. If you don't, go kill everyone you hate.
>>25894296
He's a cheapskate
>>25893668
For the last time you little cunt, im a poor as student i need to get the maximum out of the booze i can afford, i let them suck the booze in an stick it up my asshole
So...do i get some?
>>25894721
damn....
wrightfag, can I get one where twilight turns anon into a woman and makes him wear a tampon?
please?
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