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>"Thanks for letting us do this, Anon," Lily breathed into your ear.
"Oh yeah, of course," you replied, trying your best not to spill your extra large batch of spaghetti. "I know how hard you girls work yourselves sometimes."
>Daisy and Roseluck hummed aloud in gratitude, the vibrations from which carried effortlessly through your chest and lower body.
>Normally, that wouldn't have been an issue - ponies, for whatever reason, solicited you for naps frequently, so you grew quite accustomed to the close contact and sleepy whispers and all that.
>But Daisy, the poor mare, had chosen a spot most precarious that day, laid out in the sun-soaked field.
>Somehow - maybe she hadn't been thinking - her head found its perch at the very top of your right right leg, her billowing strands of hair just barely reaching your lower torso.
>Which put her scandalously close to the family goods.
>Mercifully, she was turned away from it.
>Unmercifully, though, she made a habit of tossing and turning in her sleep, which did absolutely nothing to alleviate your impending situation.
>Even worse still, you weren't exactly wanting for sensitivity. Every twitch, every yawn, every odd movement short of breathing stoked the growing fire in your gut.
>You thought of everything you could to stem the tide, but none of it worked.
>Suddenly, roughly, Daisy flipped onto her other side, rubbing her head up against your traitorous member.
>God help you.