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> Day waiter in Equestria
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> The restaurant you work at is pretty average, a step or two above what is essentially pony-subway.
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> Since you were hired, there have been some changes to the clientele.
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> A lot more unicorns, and mayonnaise has become a heavily requested topping.
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> As you bring yet another sandwich to a table, you do your best to ignore all the attention you are getting.
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> Did you mention the unicorns?
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> Because the main thing you are ignoring is at least five different magical touches stroking your dick, inside your pants.
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> Lyra accepts the sub with a shy thank you, and the touch that feels like velvet falters in its light attention.
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> In such a manner, you have narrowed down who is doing what.
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> For instance, the touch that is cupping your sack is Rarity. She winks at you, and extends a long hindleg to the side.
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> You don't quite roll your eyes; she tips well, and has helped you quite a bit with clothes.
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> The next sandwich goes to Twilight, who is nearly hiding in the corner.
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> You set it before her, and she says,
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> "An- uh, I mean waiter?"
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"Yes?"
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> It feels like a tongue licking your shaft, such that you almost feel the damp warmth of the thing.
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> She glances down at the plate.
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> "Do you like it? Working here?"
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> You smile, and pat her shoulder.
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"All things considered, it's a good fit."
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> The sub lifts, held by her magic.
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> "I'm glad. I should let you get back to work, then."
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> 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.
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> You give her a friendly nod and move on.
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> As you pass Vinyl's table, you feel a slight probe at your rear entrance.
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> You almost stumble, and she smirks behind a hoof.
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> You glare at her.
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"How'd you like that if I did it to you?"
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> If anything, her smirk gets broader.
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> "Is that a promise?"
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> Reaching out, you flick her horn.
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> She winces; it is a sensitive thing on ponies, and her smile turns rueful.
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> "That was a low blow, Anon. You'll never get a mare if you handle a compliment like that!"
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"I prefer mares who like to be penetrated, not the other way around."
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> The DJ grins.
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"You might like it."
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> You shake your head and walk away.
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> At a lighter prodding at the same spot, you promise death with your eyes.
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> She holds up her hooves in surrender, and you let it go.
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> 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.
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> Returning to the kitchen, you nod at the stallion preparing the next sandwich.
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> He's a pretty chill boss, and takes good care of you.
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> "If they cross the line, just let me know alright? I know how intimidating it can be, being surrounded by slobbering mares."
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"Thanks, Home Slice. I don't mind it too much, but I do feel better knowing you've got my back."
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> He gives you a warm smile, the returns to chopping vegetables.
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> As you pass by the spice closet, a strong scent of vanilla wafts from beneath the door.
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> Guess the extract bottle fell and broke.
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"Hey, looks like we'll have to get some more vanilla. Do we have a mop?"
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> Home Slice gestures to a corner by the sinks, the bucket already half-full of soapy water.
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"Thanks."
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> You open the closet door and
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> Sweet Celestia, you found the booty molester.
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> Which is to say, you find sweet Celestia, leaning against the shelves, a hoof between her nethers, and her horn glowing faintly.
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> Her breathing is shallow, and her eyes are clenched shut, and you have no idea what to do in this situation.
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> Your professional reflexes take over.
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"Welcome to the Sub Mission Diner. May I take your order?"
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> Her eyes snap open, and her cheeks gradually redden as she removes her hoof slowly.
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> She glances down at her glistening hoof, and you feel the grasp on your butt fall away.
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> "I- I apologize, Anon. You are supposed to be safe here, but I-"
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> You interrupt her.
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"It's fine, really. Would you like a sandwich?"
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> She looks at you, confusion clouding her face.
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> It's kinda cute.
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> "You... don't mind?"
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> The feeling of a large hoof gently comes to rest against your rear.
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> You smile.
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"Just stay out of the butthole, and it's fine. So how about that sandwich?"
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> Celestia smiles hesitantly.
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> "In that case, I would like a Romaine Black Bean on asiago bread."
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"And how much mayonnaise would you like on that?"
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> "How much? I don't think mayonnaise is the right topping for that at all!"
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> Come to think of it, it's not part of the original build.
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"Oh yeah, sorry. It's just a habit from the mares always asking for it."
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> She nods in understanding.
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> "Who wouldn't want your mayo in their sandwich?"
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> The fun thing about innuendo, is that you can take it half-way, and it's still innuendo.
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"So you would like it, if I jizzed on your sandwich?"
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> And the blush is back in full force.
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> "I-if you want to?"
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"Sure, I'll be back in a moment with your order."
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> Home Slice is pretty quick; less than five minutes later, you return with the sandwich open on the plate.
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> The princess gives you a questioning look.
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"Thought I'd give you a dinner and a show."
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> With that, you unzip your pants and pull out your cock.
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> Celestia's face is now beet red, and she is mesmerized by the swing of your sausage.
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> Then she notices the several magic auras molesting you, and frowns.
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> "That is truly ungentlemarely. Let me help you with that."
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> It feels like your dick is plunged into liquid sunlight, and all the other sensations fall away.
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> You actually moan a little; it feels amazing.
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> Celestia's eyes widen.
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> "I apologize, I didn't mean to-"
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> You start thrusting into the golden aura around your manhood, retaining just enough sense to aim at the sandwich.
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> The princess stops, forgetting her words entirely.
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> The sleeve of sunlight starts stroking you, acquiring enough firmness to feel like a mouth, or maybe a certain marehood.
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> It feels like you are having sweet, sweet consensual sex with the sun, perhaps for procreative purposes.
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> Celestia licks her lips, a wet spot spreading from where she is sitting.
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> As you approach the climax, you add your hand to the mix, both to aim and to stimulate.
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> Your breath hitches as she squeezes your cock, and you let your seed fly, splattering on the sandwich and the plate.
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> You jerk out a few more ropes, and shakily wipe off your dick on the bread of the sub.
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> You close the sandwich, and offer it to her.
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"Boner appétit, Princess."
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> She smiles at the wordplay, and takes a bite.
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> Celestia hums in enjoyment as she chews.
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> She swallows, and says,
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> "Thank you, Anon. It adds just the right touch."
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"You are quite welcome, it was my pleasure."
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> 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.
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> Even returned to the confines of your pants, your dick twitches every time she swallows.
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> Crumbs still on her lips, she lowers her head and licks the plate, maintaining eye contact while she laps at your cum.
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> You are now diamonds.
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> She levitates the plate to you, and you reluctantly return to the main kitchen and ring up the sandwich.
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> As you hand her the bill on a small tray, you lean in extra close and whisper in her ear,
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"I get off at 5, if you are interested."
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> She shudders, a hot breath grazing your shoulder.
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> "I am. Oh, but how I am."
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> You collect the bits, and saunter off, swaying your hips for the fun of it.
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> You are rewarded with a firm squeeze, and you return to your normal duties, happily anticipating the evening.
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> Fin.
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