Favors Granted (Casual Sex)


                                            > Day Cryptid in Equestria

                                            > Humans were a myth for a long time, with all sorts of nonsense.

                                            > All-seeing eyes, impossible strength, dominating psychic powers, etc.

                                            > Basically, as fetishized and redone as vampires.

                                            > Then you come waltzing out of a patch of poison joke, and all that comes crashing down.

                                            > Literally waltzing, and figuratively crashing.

                                            > After getting cleared for civilian life by the local Princess, you are remanded into the care and observation of Equestria's foremost expert on humans.


                                            > You wake up, and are surprisingly alone.

                                            > Normally Lyra is staring at you from her stalki- observation chair.

                                            > You thoroughly use your bathroom, and get dressed.

                                            > Downstairs, you find Lyra humping Bon Bon as she calmly makes pancakes.

                                            > What.

                                            > Lyra looks up, her face flushed from the activity.

                                            > "Anon, you're up! Say, could you help me out and rut me?"

                                            > You feel as though you have entered a realm of badly written romance.

                                            > The Twilight zone.

                                            > You look at Bon Bon, and she is still making pancakes, a small smile on her face.

                                            > The hell.

                                            "Lyra, what's gotten into you?"

                                            > Not that you're complaining, but this is odd, even for her.

                                            > Understanding dawns in her eyes.

                                            > "So human females don't go into heat?"

                                            "Human arousal is less scheduled than estrus, I'd say. Less seasonal, too."

                                            > She looks at you in confusion.

                                            > "Then you should be used to this. What's the hold up?"

                                            > How to put this...

                                            "Sex between humans isn't usually this... casual."

                                            > Her face falls.

                                            > "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect something so important to you."

                                            > She turns around and resumes humping Bon Bon.

                                            > ...

                                            > Your clothes fall to the ground.

                                            > You walk up behind her and rest your hands on her hips.

                                            "I wasn't saying no, I was just trying to figure out the context of your request."

                                            > Lyra grins at you over her shoulder.

                                            > "You'll help me out?"

                                            > You slide your cock up Bon Bon's choice  ass and up into Lyra's wet flower.

                                            "What are friends for?"

                                            > She sighs in relief, leaning on her marefriend.

                                            > You start slow, in case someone wants to move.

                                            > Bon Bon is down to the last of the pancake batter.

                                            > You watch that last pancake sizzle on the pan as you probe Lyra's depths.

                                            > A little of Lyra's juices are dribbling down Bon Bon's plot, occasionally smeared by your balls as you hilt.

                                            > Lyra moans, stroking her marefriend's back instinctively.

                                            > The last pancake is done, and Bon Bon just stands there patiently.

                                            > You pause in your thrusting, ignoring Lyra's whine of protest.

                                            "You're alright with this, Bon Bon?"

                                            > She smiles up at you.

                                            > "It's nice to be able to share the experience. Also, when you two are done, we can all have breakfast at the same time."

                                            > You were not aware you could get harder.

                                            "Right then. Back to business."

                                            > You pick up the pace, and Lyra outright collapses, laying partially on Bon Bon, moaning into her neck.

                                            > You knead her flanks, exulting in their softness, and the ripple as you pound her marehood.

                                            > Bon Bon turns her head and fondly kisses Lyra's nose.

                                            > Hnnnggg

                                            > Can't take it anymore.

                                            > You hilt one last time, and feel her walls close around you.

                                            > Looks like she was close too.

                                            > You unload deep inside, each shuddering pulse of cum mixing with her juices.

                                            > Lyra sighs happily.

                                            > "Thanks, Anon. I owe you one."

                                            "It was my pleasure."

                                            > You pull out, Lyra dismounts, and the three of you wipe off with towels.


                                            > You are washing your plate, and your mind is still spinning with the events of the morning.

                                            > Bon Bon finishes drying hers, and pauses.

                                            > "Oh, up again? I'd help you out, but I have a lot of work to do. Maybe some other mare in town will be unoccupied."

                                            > ...

                                            "And they'd just agree to being rutted?"

                                            > She nods happily.

                                            "It's nicer with a friend, but unless she's busy, most mares are willing."

                                            > God damn.

                                            > You hurriedly put your clothes back on, and step out into the street.

                                            > A whole new world just opened up to you, and you are going to fuck it.


                                            > The first thing you see is a griffon, pacing in the middle of the grass field in the middle of town.

                                            > She looks familiar, and as you approach, it clicks.

                                            > This is Gilda. You vaguely wonder why she's back.

                                            > One way to find out.

                                            "Hi, my name's Anonymous. I don't think I've seen you around before."

                                            > As she turns toward you, she replies.

                                            > "Gilda. Just got in yesterday."

                                            > Then she sees you and takes a step back.

                                            > "A- a human!"

                                            > Heh, it's still gratifying to get that reaction.

                                            "Nice to meet you, Gilda. Are you busy with anything?"

                                            > She backs away slowly.

                                            > "Why- why do you ask?"

                                            > Then you hear raucous laughter from up above.

                                            > You look up to find Rainbow Dash laughing her ass off on a cloud.

                                            > Gilda scowls.

                                            > "Is this some joke? Some illusion to scare the big dumb griffon? As if humans are real."

                                            > Rainbow sobers up.

                                            > "Nah, G. Anon is a real human, it's just that the legends are mostly wrong. Anon here is pretty harmless."

                                            > Gilda looks at you skeptically.

                                            > "Harmless?"

                                            > You shrug.

                                            "Pretty much. Well, it looks like you are busy with Dash, so I'll just move along."

                                            > As you turn away, she grabs your arm.

                                            > "Wait."

                                            > You look at her, and she averts her eyes.

                                            > "I'm supposed to be practicing being nice to dweebs, so if you have anything you need help with..."

                                            > She makes eye contact.

                                            >  "Well, do you?"

                                            > This is so messed up.

                                            > But you have to try.

                                            "I do have one thing..."

                                            > Gilda lets go, and gives you an impatient look.

                                            > "Yeah?"

                                            > You take off your pants, revealing your erection.

                                            "I helped a friend in heat, and now I'm a little hot and bothered myself."

                                            > She looks at you disbelievingly, then up at Dash, who is grinning.

                                            > "Just think, you can say you rode a human."

                                            > Gilda thinks about this, then nods.

                                            > She turns around and lifts her tail.

                                            > "C'mon, dweeb, I haven't got all day."

                                            > You glance at Rainbow, a huge grin on her face.

                                            > You're going in.

                                            > You rub circles in her flanks as you position yourself.

                                            > "Get on with it!"

                                            > Fine.

                                            > You shove your cock through her folds, and start thrusting as roughly and quickly as you can.

                                            > Gilda squawks, and her forelegs buckle a little.

                                            > You keep pounding her tight pussy.

                                            "Good enough for you?"

                                            > She scowls at you, but says nothing.

                                            > You slide your thumb below her tail, applying a slight pressure against her anus.

                                            > "Hey! What do you think you are doing back there?"

                                            > Rather than answer, you glance significantly up at Dash, and keep on impaling the griffon on your cock.

                                            > Gilda follows your gaze, then scowls at you again.

                                            > "Fine."

                                            > You curl your thumb, pushing gently into her tight sphincter.

                                            > She grudgingly relaxes, you remove your thumb, and insert your pointer finger.

                                            > The griffon squirms a little at that, and her vagina involuntarily clenches for a brief moment.

                                            > You grin.

                                            > You move your finger in and out, stroking her insides gently.

                                            > Gilda's breathing becomes ragged, and her pussy massages your dick with gusto.

                                            > You insert your finger all the way to the knuckle, and she clamps down on it.

                                            > Huh, it's really stuck in there.

                                            "Now you don't want it to leave?"

                                            > Gilda growls.

                                            > "Sh-shut up and rut me."

                                            > Using your other hand, you press down on her back.

                                            > She reluctantly bends her forelegs, giving you a slightly better angle.

                                            > You take full advantage of it, slamming your cock deeper into her proud pussy.

                                            > The griffon's growls take on an undertone you are surprised to recognize as purring.

                                            > After half a minute of this, she shudders, closing around your manhood and clenching almost painfully around your finger.

                                            > You push yourself a little deeper, and shoot your load into her writhing depths.

                                            > The two of you rest for a bit, unwilling to separate.

                                            > Then Gilda straightens up, and wriggles off your cock.

                                            > She starts to turn around, and yanks your arm, still clenched around your finger.

                                            > She looks over and blushes, unclenching.

                                            > "Sorry about that."

                                            > You smile.

                                            "It's fine, I didn't think you'd get so attached."

                                            > Rainbow swoops down, and nudges Gilda's shoulder.

                                            > "So? How was it, rutting a human?"

                                            > The griffon glances at you.

                                            > "It's alright. A little strange,"

                                            > Her tail flicks.

                                            > "but alright."

                                            > You grin.

                                            "Glad you liked it. Well, I should get going. Nice to meet you Gilda, Rainbow, catch ya later."

                                            > They wave, and you go over to your pants, bending to pick them up.

                                            > You hear Rainbow come up behind you.

                                            > "Here, let me clean you up before you put those on."

                                            > Your cock is suddenly wrapped up in the warm, wet confines of her mouth.

                                            > You look between your legs to see her slowly slide it out of her mouth, sucking away her friend's juices and your cum.

                                            > It makes a popping sound when she reaches the end, and she grins at you.

                                            > "Thanks, didn't think Gilda would open up to anyone here."

                                            > You straighten up and turn around.

                                            "You know, l'll be up for another round in a bit, if you're interested."

                                            > She starts trotting back.

                                            > "Maybe some other time. Gotta stick with Gilda, help her make some friends."

                                            "Fair enough. Some other time, then."

                                            > She winks at you over her shoulder, and twitches her tail out of the way.

                                            > You just stand there and watch, amazed at this world of new possibilities.


                                            > Strolling through town, you start to get picky.

                                            > Not that you wouldn't lovingly bang most any mare you come across, but when it comes to selecting one in particular...

                                            > That's when you see her.

                                            > Dusky gray coat, amber eyes, lightest blue mane, and a horn.

                                            > She is laying on her stomach on a blue blanket, basking in the warm sun.

                                            > Off to the side, you see a full set of golden armor, and you know you have lucked out.

                                            > You walk over, not trying to hide the sound of your footsteps.

                                            > Careful to stay out of her sun, you kneel beside her.

                                            > No reaction.

                                            > Your hands tremble as you set to rubbing her shoulders.

                                            > She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, and smirks.

                                            > "It's a crime to bribe public officials."

                                            > You keep at it, pressing on knots and rubbing her back with firm pressure.

                                            "I'd be in trouble if I wanted you for some official capacity."

                                            > Her tail swishes, and you work your way down to her lower back.

                                            > "And just what is it about me that you want?"

                                            > You get behind her, straddling her legs to get better access to her back.

                                            "As I understand it, royal guards are in peak physical condition, and highly capable with the traits intrinsic to their races."

                                            > "Hmmmmm... Do go on, and a little lower."

                                            > You grin, and shift your hands to kneading the upper slopes of her flank.

                                            "Earlier today, I had helped a friend in heat, and yet I am not sated."

                                            > At once, you are pressed to the ground, held utterly prone by a nimbus of amber light.

                                            > The royal guard languidly steps into your field of vision.

                                            > "If you want something gentle, you've come to the wrong mare. This is your last chance to pull out."

                                            > She doesn't look angry, just impassive.

                                            > You smile up at her.

                                            "With a mare like you, I'd be crazy to pull out."

                                            > Her face splits into a predatory grin.

                                            > "The name's Scythia. I expect to hear it soon."

                                            "I'm anonymffff-"

                                            > She sits right down on your face.

                                            > "First we'll see if you are worth remembering, then I'll hear your name."

                                            > You set to work, your tongue exploring her depths, lapping up what moisture came your way.

                                            > She wiggles her plot a few times.

                                            > You take the hint, and grab on with both hands.

                                            > The guard removes your pants, then boxers, and gently licks the tip of your cock.

                                            > That's not what she-

                                            > Ah.

                                            > Your tongue flicks her clitoris repeatedly, and you slap her ass as best you can from your prone position.

                                            > Scythia croons in approval, and takes your manhood into her mouth.

                                            > You continue your assault, and she bobs her head up and down your shaft.

                                            > Each time you get a particularly good hit on her cheeks, she takes a quick breath, then jams your dick into the back of her throat.

                                            > You can feel the heat of her rear from all your strikes, and marecum pours across your face in waves.

                                            > Mustering all your strength, you strike both of her cheeks.

                                            > Her legs clamp around your head as the largest surge of juices pours into your mouth.

                                            > She pauses in her efforts to take a deep breath.

                                            > She lifts her hindquarters, and you can finally see her mouth around your cock.

                                            > With out warning, she jams your dick up her throat, her nose pressed firmly  against your balls.

                                            > She works her tongue, and the swallowing motions in the back of her throat massage the underside of your glans.

                                            > You buck your hips, her head jiggling with the motion as you pour jizz down her esophagus.

                                            > When the last twitches have died away, she brings her head up with a gasp, and sits on your chest.

                                            > Scythia gazes over her shoulder and licks her lips.

                                            > "What did you say your name was?"

                                            "Anonymous."

                                            > She looks down at your softening cock.

                                            > "Looks like you'll be out of commission for a little bit. Anything you want to do in the mean time?"

                                            > You grab hold of her hips and turn her so she is fully facing you.

                                            "I have an idea or two."

                                            > You pull her head down, and press your lips to hers.

                                            > You can feel her smile against your mouth, soon followed by her tongue.

                                            > It soon meets resistance, your tongue battling for dominance.

                                            > After a few heated moments, you can tell you will lose this battle, unless...

                                            > You bring a hand up to Scythia's horn, and stroke it.

                                            > She shudders, and you press your advantage.

                                            > You feel her low laugh reverberate in your mouth, and the battle begins anew.

                                            > Despite how hard and fast you are stroking her horn, the guard is still gaining ground.

                                            > With your other hand, you sink a finger into her ponut.

                                            > A tingling surge of heat runs up her horn and discharges, filling your vision with glowing sparks.

                                            > She breaks off then, and gazes at you with grudging admiration.

                                            > "Alright, you won this one. Time for the main event."

                                            > With that, she shimmies down your torso until she comes to rest with her rump cradling your erection.

                                            > She grins.

                                            > "Found it."

                                            > She raises herself up, sliding along your shaft until her lower lips are kissing the tip.

                                            > She slowly impales herself, shifting from side to side as you part her folds.

                                            > At long last, she hilts with a sigh.

                                            > Your hands settle on her hips as she begins rocking them against your pelvis.

                                            > This is very nearly paradise, being gently ridden by a-

                                            > You can sense a bit of triumph in her warm smile, in the way her forehooves rest on your chest.

                                            > This isn't over.

                                            > Your grip shifts to the hooves on your chest, and she raises an eyebrow.

                                            > You roll over, pinning her to the ground, and her hooves above her head.

                                            > You begin thrusting immediately, savoring the way she looks up at you, her head bouncing with each thrust.

                                            > "Not bad, Anonymous. I admit that you may be stronger than me."

                                            > You keep thrusting, her hind legs clutching at your hips in primal need.

                                            "Then why are you still smiling?"

                                            > She arches her back in pleasure and closes her eyes.

                                            > "Because I know something you don't know. My magic is stronger than you."

                                            > With that, you are rolled over and pressed firmly into the blanket.

                                            > Scythia turns herself around your cock, and now you are staring at her back as she rides you.

                                            > Every once in a while, her tail brushes against your face.

                                            > You try rising, but the amber glow of her magic keeps you in place.

                                            > She glances over her shoulder with a smirk, and continues bouncing up and down your manhood.

                                            > This isn't good, you are reaching your limit.

                                            > You find you can move your arms to a limited degree, and you get an idea.

                                            > Her mane bounces within your reach, and you snarl your fingers in it.

                                            > Scythia instinctively pauses, her head leaning back to ease the pressure.

                                            > Your other hand pulls a little higher, and she falls back.

                                            > You release her hair and wrap both hands around her horn and roll over one last time.

                                            > You pound her from behind, and stroke her horn hard with both hands.

                                            > The guard lets out little cries of pleasure, oddly cute for how forceful she is.

                                            > Her horn surges once more, and she surrenders to you completely.

                                            > "Anonymous! Cum inside me!"

                                            > You crush her against the ground, hot semen spurting deep within her.

                                            "Take it, Scythia! Take it all!"

                                            > Her pussy milks you of all your cum, and she sighs happily.

                                            > Moments later, she levitates you off of her, and onto the grass.

                                            > You sit there, winded, as she rolls up the blanket and puts on her armor.

                                            "So, Scythia. Am I worth remembering?"

                                            > She smirks.

                                            "Tell you what, Anonymous. Go to any barracks, and tell them Scythia sent you. I'm sure the mares will be able to show you a thing or two, if I'm not there."

                                            > With that, she teleports away.

                                            > You lie back in the grass, and grin.

                                            > Today was a pretty good day to be Anonymous.