The Interview started normal. You knew the procedure. You were way smarter than people tended to believe back home, always observant but reserved. You answered your questions the best you could, and so did Rarity. The way she answers – her words – they promised reassurance and nurture, but there was something behind that smirk, that smile of hers... that smirk-!
You suddenly gasped, surprised. Ms. Smile asked, "Is there something wrong, Anon?"
"Oh goodness, is something wrong, dear?" Rarity asked innocently.
"N-no! Nothing is wrong,” you reply nervously.
"I see..." The mare nods slightly. "Then let's continue, shall we?"
Your sudden outburst wasn't out of pain or surprise but it was from... touching coming from the mare next to you. Rarity. The one that wants to adopt you.
She has her palm rubbing your thighs, really close to your crotch, caressing your legs gently. However, soon her palm found its way to your crotch, rubbing your parts through your clothing. This was one of the reasons why most Ponies here shun you. Beside them being untrusting of anything that is alien, ponies were nudists and clothes are considered as an accessory for special occasions or mark of higher social status. Having none of that, your insisting on being dressed all the time was considered rather rude and impertinent.
Your parts reacted, twitching as she continues to massage your crotch. You got goosebumps and excitement started to grow on you. This is where the matron notices.
"Awww, look at him. He's excited!" gushed the matron. Did she see? Surely she had to, and yet she gave no indication that this was in any way abnormal.
"I know, dear. I am excited, too. I can't wait to take you to a loving home. You don't know how long I've been waiting to get this opportunity!" That was strangely sultry... something that the matron didn't see or decided to ignore. Also why did her eyes look more... glazy?
"I know. The moment he came to the orphanage, we received an increase of possible ponies that were looking to adopt, mostly for him. Unfortunately, most of their intentions tended to be... less than noble. The last mare that came here was Spoiled Rich. I wrote her off after the few questions she... answered. She wasn't looking for a son, but more of a servant or pet."
"Oh, I understand. How unfortunate that such rotten souls exist to exploit such an innocent face." You might have believed the sincerity of her words if she weren’t still squeezing your thigh.
"I agree, Ms. Rarity. Looking at the interview so far, it seems very promising. In fact, why not cut to the chase already!" Ms. Smiles, well... smiles at you two and presents her hand to Rarity, who accepted. "I'm pleased to make it official. Congratulation Ms, Rarity. You're now the legal guardian of Anon." The alabaster unicorn looked quite pleased, not noticing her horn flaring slightly with magic.
It had all happened so quickly, and now it was done. You now belong to a possible child molester...
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