It's a Mare's World (RGRE)


                                            > Day waiter in Equestria

                                            > The restaurant you work at is pretty average, a step or two above what is essentially pony-subway.

                                            > Since you were hired, there have been some changes to the clientele.

                                            > A lot more unicorns, and mayonnaise has become a heavily requested topping.

                                            > As you bring yet another sandwich to a table, you do your best to ignore all the attention you are getting.

                                            > Did you mention the unicorns?

                                            > Because the main thing you are ignoring is at least five different magical touches stroking your dick, inside your pants.

                                            > Lyra accepts the sub with a shy thank you, and the touch that feels like velvet falters in its light attention.

                                            > In such a manner, you have narrowed down who is doing what.

                                            > For instance, the touch that is cupping your sack is Rarity. She winks at you, and extends a long hindleg to the side.

                                            > You don't quite roll your eyes; she tips well, and has helped you quite a bit with clothes.

                                            > The next sandwich goes to Twilight, who is nearly hiding in the corner.

                                            > You set it before her, and she says,

                                            > "An- uh, I mean waiter?"

                                            "Yes?"

                                            > It feels like a tongue licking your shaft, such that you almost feel the damp warmth of the thing.

                                            > She glances down at the plate.

                                            > "Do you like it? Working here?"

                                            > You smile, and pat her shoulder.

                                            "All things considered, it's a good fit."

                                            > The sub lifts, held by her magic.

                                            > "I'm glad. I should let you get back to work, then."

                                            > She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as she slowly pushes the sub into her mouth, mayonnaise leaking out as she bites down.

                                            > You give her a friendly nod and move on.

                                            > As you pass Vinyl's table, you feel a slight probe at your rear entrance.

                                            > You almost stumble, and she smirks behind a hoof.

                                            > You glare at her.

                                            "How'd you like that if I did it to you?"

                                            > If anything, her smirk gets broader.

                                            > "Is that a promise?"

                                            > Reaching out, you flick her horn.

                                            > She winces; it is a sensitive thing on ponies, and her smile turns rueful.

                                            > "That was a low blow, Anon. You'll never get a mare if you handle a compliment like that!"

                                            "I prefer mares who like to be penetrated, not the other way around."

                                            > The DJ grins.

                                            "You might like it."

                                            > You shake your head and walk away.

                                            > At a lighter prodding at the same spot, you promise death with your eyes.

                                            > She holds up her hooves in surrender, and you let it go.

                                            > There is only one touch you haven't identified, but by the size of the simulated hoof kneading your buttcheeks, the suspect list is pretty small.

                                            > Returning to the kitchen, you nod at the stallion preparing the next sandwich.

                                            > He's a pretty chill boss, and takes good care of you.

                                            > "If they cross the line, just let me know alright? I know how intimidating it can be, being surrounded by slobbering mares."

                                            "Thanks, Home Slice. I don't mind it too much, but I do feel better knowing you've got my back."

                                            > He gives you a warm smile, the returns to chopping vegetables.

                                            > As you pass by the spice closet, a strong scent of vanilla wafts from beneath the door.

                                            > Guess the extract bottle fell and broke.

                                            "Hey, looks like we'll have to get some more vanilla. Do we have a mop?"

                                            > Home Slice gestures to a corner by the sinks, the bucket already half-full of soapy water.

                                            "Thanks."

                                            > You open the closet door and

                                            > Sweet Celestia, you found the booty molester.

                                            > Which is to say, you find sweet Celestia, leaning against the shelves, a hoof between her nethers, and her horn glowing faintly.

                                            > Her breathing is shallow, and her eyes are clenched shut, and you have no idea what to do in this situation.


                                            > Your professional reflexes take over.

                                            "Welcome to the Sub Mission Diner. May I take your order?"

                                            > Her eyes snap open, and her cheeks gradually redden as she removes her hoof slowly.

                                            > She glances down at her glistening hoof, and you feel the grasp on your butt fall away.

                                            > "I- I apologize, Anon. You are supposed to be safe here, but I-"

                                            > You interrupt her.

                                            "It's fine, really. Would you like a sandwich?"

                                            > She looks at you, confusion clouding her face.

                                            > It's kinda cute.

                                            > "You... don't mind?"

                                            > The feeling of a large hoof gently comes to rest against your rear.

                                            > You smile.

                                            "Just stay out of the butthole, and it's fine. So how about that sandwich?"

                                            > Celestia smiles hesitantly.

                                            > "In that case, I would like a Romaine Black Bean on asiago bread."

                                            "And how much mayonnaise would you like on that?"

                                            > "How much? I don't think mayonnaise is the right topping for that at all!"

                                            > Come to think of it, it's not part of the original build.

                                            "Oh yeah, sorry. It's just a habit from the mares always asking for it."

                                            > She nods in understanding.

                                            > "Who wouldn't want your mayo in their sandwich?"

                                            > The fun thing about innuendo, is that you can take it half-way, and it's still innuendo.

                                            "So you would like it, if I jizzed on your sandwich?"

                                            > And the blush is back in full force.

                                            > "I-if you want to?"

                                            "Sure, I'll be back in a moment with your order."

                                            > Home Slice is pretty quick; less than five minutes later, you return with the sandwich open on the plate.

                                            > The princess gives you a questioning look.

                                            "Thought I'd give you a dinner and a show."

                                            > With that, you unzip your pants and pull out your cock.

                                            > Celestia's face is now beet red, and she is mesmerized by the swing of your sausage.

                                            > Then she notices the several magic auras molesting you, and frowns.

                                            > "That is truly ungentlemarely. Let me help you with that."

                                            > It feels like your dick is plunged into liquid sunlight, and all the other sensations fall away.

                                            > You actually moan a little; it feels amazing.

                                            > Celestia's eyes widen.

                                            > "I apologize, I didn't mean to-"

                                            > You start thrusting into the golden aura around your manhood, retaining just enough sense to aim at the sandwich.

                                            > The princess stops, forgetting her words entirely.

                                            > The sleeve of sunlight starts stroking you, acquiring enough firmness to feel like a mouth, or maybe a certain marehood.

                                            > It feels like you are having sweet, sweet consensual sex with the sun, perhaps for procreative purposes.

                                            > Celestia licks her lips, a wet spot spreading from where she is sitting.

                                            > As you approach the climax, you add your hand to the mix, both to aim and to stimulate.

                                            > Your breath hitches as she squeezes your cock, and you let your seed fly, splattering on the sandwich and the plate.

                                            > You jerk out a few more ropes, and shakily wipe off your dick on the bread of the sub.

                                            > You close the sandwich, and offer it to her.

                                            "Boner appétit, Princess."

                                            > She smiles at the wordplay, and takes a bite.

                                            > Celestia hums in enjoyment as she chews.

                                            > She swallows, and says,

                                            > "Thank you, Anon. It adds just the right touch."

                                            "You are quite welcome, it was my pleasure."

                                            > You stick around; no customers come in, so you end up watching the entire foot long sub slowly make its way past her dainty lips and down her elegant throat.

                                            > Even returned to the confines of your pants, your dick twitches every time she swallows.

                                            > Crumbs still on her lips, she lowers her head and licks the plate, maintaining eye contact while she laps at your cum.

                                            > You are now diamonds.

                                            > She levitates the plate to you, and you reluctantly return to the main kitchen and ring up the sandwich.

                                            > As you hand her the bill on a small tray, you lean in extra close and whisper in her ear,

                                            "I get off at 5, if you are interested."

                                            > She shudders, a hot breath grazing your shoulder.

                                            > "I am. Oh, but how I am."

                                            > You collect the bits, and saunter off, swaying your hips for the fun of it.

                                            > You are rewarded with a firm squeeze, and you return to your normal duties, happily anticipating the evening.

                                            > Fin.