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- lyler prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/245069/9/the-lyler-archive/lylers-little-secret
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- >BE ANON.
- >CHILLIN THE FUCK OUT AT CANTERLOT HIGH.
- >LIKE A MUTHA FUCKIN BOSS.
- >DECIDE ITS TIME FOR SOME FUCKING LUNCH
- >GO TO THE CAFETERIA
- >GET SOME SHIT.
- >IT ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE SHIT.
- >THE FOOD THAT GRANNY SMITH HAS SERVED TO YOU LOOKS LIKE SHIT
- >AND SHE CALLED IT SHEPARDS PIE
- >YOU SIT THE FUCK DOWN
- >DRINK THAT FUCKING CHOCOLATE MILK.
- >RARITY SITS DOWN AT YOUR TABLE AND SHE LOOKS SAD I GUESS.
- >DON'T GIVE A FUCK CAUSE YOU HAVE A BROWNIE, BITCH
- >SHE CASTS IDLE GLANCES AT YOU, BECAUSE RARITY IS SHALLOW AS FUCK AND EXPECTS YOU TO ASK HER WHATS WRONG
- >WHY SHE DOES THIS INSTEAD OF JUST COMING OUT WITH HER PROBLEM IS BEYOND YOU
- >WOMEN ARE FUCKING BITCHES, MAN
- >WELL YOU WON'T HAVE NONE OF THAT.
- >YOU ARE STRONGER THAN THIS
- >ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS NOT SAY ANYTHING.
- "Hey, Rarity. What's wrong?"
- >FUCK YOU WRITER.
- >THIS IS MY STORY.
- >I dunno man, I think I can help you out.
- >FUCK YOUR FUCKING SHIT.
- >I GOT THIS
- >Kay.
- >SO SHE LOOKS UP AT ME WITH HER WHINEY ASS FACE
- >AND SHE STARTS CRYING ABOUT-
- >Dude, would you mind if I wrote Rarity's Dialogue?
- >FINE. I HATE THAT DUMB BITCH ANYWAY.
- >"Oh Anon! It's just dreadful... I-I have a serious problem... and I don't know who to go to for help..."
- >HA.
- >HER PAIN IS FUCKING AWESOME.
- >SHE SITS UNCOMFORTABLY IN HER SEAT, TRYING NOT TO CRY.
- >You know what, fuck this.
- >DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-
- >Just shut the fuck up.
- >HEY MAN, DON'T PULL THAT TRIGG-
- >There.
- >Now it's just you and me, reader.
- >Okay?
- >Okay.
- >Rarity sits across from you at the lunch table and you set your lunch aside.
- >Clearly she is in some sort of distress, the way she sits leaned over the table, looking around the room.
- >It's almost as if she's worried she's being watched.
- "Well we're friends, Rarity. I'd do anything to help you out. What's on your mind?" you ask the pale high school girl.
- >She shifts and cringes in her seat.
- >"C-could you... help me with something? I'll owe you anything. Name your price... b-but please... I dunno how much longer I can take it."
- >You cast her an odd glance, but she looks up at you as if she were pleading for mercy.
- >She's begging you, Anon.
- >You feel your rod stiffening in your pants.
- "Yeah. Sure. Just name it."
- >A smile curls on her face as she places a hand on your arm.
- >"Not here though... Here... follow me," she smiles weakly.
- >Your mind goes blank for a moment.
- >Is this happening?
- >She pulls you through the halls of your high school as you continually glance around for any sign of someone watching.
- >Yet, there is nobody around.
- >This is happening.
- >Maybe Rarity has an itch... that only you can scratch.
- >A smile curls on your face.
- >Oh shit.
- >This is it.
- >This is how you lose your virginity.
- >To the girl that has continually friendzoned you time after time after time after time again.
- >Today, you become a man.
- >Rarity takes another glance behind you and her as she approaches a nearby broom closet.
- >"Here, get in!"
- >Quickly, she stuffs you inside and she follows in behind you.
- >She places her back against the door and quickly locks it by pushing the exposed button.
- >You'd really love to push some of her buttons right about now, if you catch my drift.
- >She sighs and slides down the door.
- >"A-Anon... I know I haven't been... particularly kind to you lately," she begins to say.
- >You nod like an idiot about to get the pussy.
- >Oh wait.
- >"A-and... I think if you could do this for me... I'd be willing to give you a date..." she says.
- >You give her a stern look.
- >"O-or two."
- >Goddamn, maybe I should get the other guy back.
- >She -is- a bitch.
- >Anyway.
- >Her light blue blouse hugs her torso tightly, accentuating all of her most delicate features.
- >Your eyes naturally travel down to her purple skirt.
- >"You see... there is something I need to pop... but I can't get it..."
- >Oh, you're gunna pop all over her, if you-
- >Wait. What?
- >"It's... not really something I can reach very well... and normally I can get these when I'm at home... but I've just been so uncomfortable... Could you get it for me?" she asks pleadingly.
- >You look at her with a dead stare.
- "Pop... what?"
- >She pushes her fingers together and looks away from you.
- >"I-I think you will figure it out."
- >Well.
- >Shit.
- >How bad could it be?
- >You get a date with your crush if you do this one little thing for her.
- "Okay, sure. Anything for you, Rarity."
- >Rarity smiles and sighs.
- >"Thank you, Darling."
- >Rarity sits up on all fours and quickly turns her rear to you.
- >"It's back there... It's really embarrassing... so... could you do your best to make it quick? And it will be easier on the both of us."
- >HEY I'M BACK NOW.
- >Oh, Jesus Christ.
- >DUDE! THIS IS THE PART!
- >Shut up and let me do this.
- >OKAY
- "Uhm... alright."
- >You get on your knees beside Rarity and try to think to yourself what she could possibly mean.
- >Backs are hard to reach.
- >It must be that.
- >You grab the bottom of her blouse and gently untuck it.
- >As you pull the shirt back, you reveal several large, red, inflamed acne mountains.
- >While acne is no stranger to you, you shudder at the sheer size of the molehills.
- >With a sigh, you massage the skin around the massive pimples until the white mucus erupts out of her skin.
- "There. How's that?" you ask.
- >"Uhm. Thanks~ B-but those weren't it... you have to go lower..."
- "L-lower?" you ask.
- >"Y-yeah," she asks, visibly in pain.
- >You sigh and shake your head.
- >Fine.
- >If this is what it takes to get a girl... then you will have to.
- >You reposition yourself behind Rarity and slip your fingers into the band of her skirt and gently pull it down.
- >Only then, do you see the molehills by the dozens, forming a strict mountain range on the rear of the pale cheerleader.
- >Accentuated by tight purple panties.
- >Umf.
- >You look over the the mountain range and try to see through the distractions to the view underneath.
- >It's unsuccessful, as you try your best to keep your composure.
- >"Hurry it up already!" she whispers impatiently.
- >With a sigh, you go to work, popping every piece of assne that you can find.
- >Some of them begin to bleed and Rarity begins to wince at your very touch.
- >Wiping all of the white pus and solid heads on your pants, you would think that you used your pants as a cum rag.
- >OH MY GOD IM SO HARD RIGHT NOW
- "Is that better?" you ask.
- >"I love your attention to detail... but... You aren't looking in the right place."
- >That's when it dawns on you.
- >Oh shit.
- >You are going to see a vagina.
- >Don't pussy out, Anon.
- >You can't be a cunt.
- >This is the ultimate testes of will.
- >Penis.
- >Hooking your thumbs under her panties, you gently pull down.
- >JESUS CHRIST IT'S MOUNT VESUVIUS.
- >I was going to...
- >Ugh.
- >As you pull down her underwear, her tender bottom is revealed to you.
- >However, right in the center of the right cheek lies the monster it self.
- >It was at least the size of a quarter, with a dime sized head.
- >Stopping the descent of her underwear, as a respect for her decency, you focus your attention to not gagging.
- >Okay Anon.
- >You can do this.
- >POP THAT MOTHA FUCKA.
- >Well, while you are here.
- >You place your hands on the bumpy ass of rarity and begin to massage.
- >"W-What are you doing?"
- "J-just trust me."
- >Rarity gently moans as the blood from the previously popped pimples puss down to her privates.
- >The movement of your fingers on her ass pop more and more little hills that line her bottom.
- >Mount Saint Helens lies in between your forefinger and your middle finger.
- >Gently, you tighten your grip, pushing pressure on the mountain.
- >Yet, the over sized boil fails to yield.
- >Realigning your grip lower, you focus the tips of your fingers between the massive mountain.
- >You squeeze as hard as you can, and Rarity grunts in pain, yet the hill remains still.
- >Come on Anon, you have a girl's ass with a pimple on it directly in front of you, and a date with her rides on you popping it.
- >You aren't sure what sort of mistake you've made in your life to put you in this position... but you have to think critically to get out of it.
- >Think.
- >Looking around the room, you find a cork poster board beside you.
- >On it, is several clear push-pins.
- >Perfect.
- >Unpinning one of the poster holders, you carefully alight the metal tip with the tip of the white head.
- "This is going to hurt for just a second... okay?"
- >Rarity nods and holds her breath.
- >You push the pin in gently, yet the skin doesn't give.
- >Pushing a little harder, you find the skin begin to cave around the sharp metal tip, but her pale white ass is just too strong.
- >Fuck it.
- >Pushing deeper, the pin pushes through.
- >All the way.
- >Rarity gasps in pain as you pull it out quickly, panicking.
- >White acne flows from the mountain and down her asscrack.
- >Pushing on the area around the hill promotes the flow as the mountain becomes visibly smaller.
- >You sigh in relief, knowing your task is over, and the worst is behind you now.
- >"Oh thank you Anon... but that wasn't what I asked your help for."
- >Your gut drops.
- >"I thought it would be self explanatory... but I guess I have to spell it out for you.
- >She hooks her thumbs around her panties and rips her underwear down.
- >What got to you first was the smell, as you nearly reeled back in repulsion.
- >A thin white string hangs out of the hole where pee-pees go.
- >Her cunt is heavily crusted in what seems like a combination of sweat, blood, urine and her own fluids.
- >Her sex glistens in the pale yellow light from the janitors closet.
- >Did... did all of this turn her on?
- >She pulls on the small white string and a red stained badminton birdie of cotton exits her vagina.
- >"The one I want you to pop... is inside," Rarity gasps.
- >That's fucking it.
- >I'm done.
- >WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- >This has gotten way too weird.
- >YOU CAN'T FINISH NOW, I'M ABOUT TO BURST.
- >That's fucking gross.
- >No, I'm leaving, finish the story yourself.
- >OKAY.
- >YOU TAKE YOUR MASSIVE DICK OUT OF YOUR PANTS.
- >"I GOT JUST THE SHIT TO POP IT, RARITY."
- >SHE BLUSHES AND SWOONS AT THE SIGHT OF YOUR BIG DICK.
- >YOU TAKE YOUR MASSIVE COCK AND SHOVE IT INTO HER BLEEDING, LEAKING HONEYPOT.
- >GETTING NO MORE THAN TWO INCHES IN, YOU FEEL THE MASSIVE BUMP RUB AGAINST YOUR ROD.
- "IT'S TIME TO TAKE IT AROUND TOWN."
- >PUSHING YOURSELF DEEP INSIDE, YOU FEEL THE MOUNTAIN GIVE AWAY AND RARITY SQUEALS LIKE THE PIG SHE IS.
- "NAILED IT. NOW IS THERE ANYTHING -ELSE- I CAN HELP YOU WITH?"
- >"Well, I'm sure you can help me with my alge-"
- "NOPE, SEX TIME."
- >And then they fucked.
- >Anon went on to go on a date with Rarity and realized she is actually a really fucked up person.
- >This was a massive turn on for Anon, so they both made Fetlife profiles and decided to go around town fucking everything they could find.
- >Every -thing-
- >Rarity went on to continue to be the popular slut at school and win prom queen three times.
- >She later decided to go to college for a degree in gender studies, but was told to check her privilege too many times for being a white, middle-class girl in a world full of pastel colored individuals.
- >Mount Rari-suvius went on to become infected and required antibiotics.
- >Anon's massive dick got herpies, because seriously, a pimple on the inside of a vagina?
- >Come on Anon.
- >Use your goddamn head.
- >And everyone lived happily ever after.
- >With herpies.
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