Taking Anon Like a Real Mare (RGRE)


                                            > Be Fluttershy, tired after a long day feeding and helping your critters

                                            > Most of the time, you don't mind taking care of others, you are a mare, after all

                                            > All that's left is your...guest

                                            > You feel a little guilty about not telling your friends about him, but...

                                            > You open the door to your cottage, and the aroma of lavender tea wafts by

                                            > Anon turns at the sound and gives you a warm smile

                                            > "Welcome home. How were the bears?"

                                            > You smile back and clamber onto your divan, sinking into its cushions

                                            "Oh, they are just fine. A little trouble with their beds, but I had some extra down. Baby bear is sleeping better now."

                                            > "I'll bet."

                                            > Anon brings you a cup and settles beside you, sipping at his tea

                                            > You sidle up beside his leg, basking in his stallionish warmth

                                            > The tea helps as well, and you feel all the tenseness of the day flow out of you

                                            > You sigh happily

                                            > Anon chuckles in his deep, velvety voice

                                            > His fingers burrow through your mane and scratch at your scalp

                                            > It's official, you are in Elysium

                                            > Feeling a little bold, you lay your head on Anon's thigh

                                            > He just continues scritching your head like nothing happened

                                            > Any sleepiness you felt evaporates from the heat blooming from your loins

                                            > You take deep breaths through your nose, savoring his musky scent

                                            > Maybe it was the tea, or his smell, or the way he smiled at you

                                            > Whatever it was, you stroke his thigh with your forehoof, blushing all the while

                                            > "Fluttershy?"

                                            > You gaze on his patient, trusting face

                                            > Such a pure colt

                                            "Anon, you have such good foal-chasing legs. I bet you could keep up all day."

                                            > "Foal-chasing? I suppose so. Are you hinting at the crusaders coming tomorrow or something?"

                                            > You do like seeing a stallion manage the little ones so well

                                            > It makes you warm in all sorts of ways, like winking in your heart

                                            "No, I was just thinking..."

                                            > Okay, you can do this, you practiced with Rarity for hours, um

                                            > N-no homo

                                            > You give Anon your best smouldering look

                                            "How about we make some f-foals for you to chase? If that's okay with you?"

                                            > So

                                            > Assertive

                                            > You are really proud of yourself

                                            > Anon pauses in scritching your scalp

                                            > "Are you propositioning me, Flutterbutterbutt?"

                                            > Oh no

                                            > He totally thinks you think he is easy!

                                            "Um, maybe, if you think we have been together long enough, and you keep wearing socks around me, so I thought-"

                                            > He boops your nose

                                            > It's hard not to scrunch, and you can tell you scrunched a little

                                            > Anon chuckles, but his eyes look different

                                            > Bright, excited, hungry

                                            > Oh mare, you better not mess this up

                                            > "You'll have to lead me through it, I'm not sure how to pleasure a birdhorse."

                                            > You don't really know about monkeytaurs either, but you absolutely can't tell him that

                                            "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. It's a mare's job to make sure the stallion has a good time."

                                            > He shrugs and leans against the divan's back, still scritching your mane

                                            > You hesitantly nuzzle his inner thigh, your nostrils flaring at his scent

                                            > Anon licks his lips

                                            > Oh mare

                                            > You bring a hoof over to unbutton his pants, but it's not like you practiced

                                            > This button is so small, and

                                            > Anon chuckles, his slender fingers brushing your hoof to the side

                                            > He nimbly undoes the fastening, and unzips

                                            > Oh, shorts beneath his pants?

                                            > Lewd, you approve

                                            > He lifts his hips, his bulge pressing against the thin fabric of his boxers

                                            > You breathe heavily through your nose, your mind getting hot and fuzzy and insistent

                                            > You bite the waist of his boxers and pull

                                            > His stallionhood rises like a monolith, at once imposing and inviting

                                            > You worship at its base, kissing and nuzzling, exulting in its firmness and warmth

                                            > Anon lets out a low groan, the thoroughly male sound wetting your lower lips

                                            > Um, what did Rarity say was next?

                                            > You gaze up at his eyes closed in bliss

                                            > Oh yes, now you remember

                                            "Does that feel good, you dirty colt? Not that you are dirty, just um. Naughty. Bad colt?"

                                            > Your eyes widen as you realised how terribly you insulted him

                                            > He lifts your head with gentle hands, bringing his mouth low to whisper into your ear

                                            > "What are you going to do with this bad colt? I'm hot and ready for either of your mouths."

                                            > You shiver in pleasure, tingling from hoof to pinion to snoot

                                            > Such a lewd stallion, your mind fills with half-remembered fantasies

                                            > You gaze up into his hungry eyes, and you can't help yourself

                                            > You surge up onto his lap, your wings flapping for balance

                                            > Anon falls back and you set your forehooves on his shoulders

                                            "Open your mouth, you frisky human."

                                            > Your breathing deepens as he obediently parts his lips

                                            > Bidden by his inviting, stallionish passiveness, you kiss him, your tongue meets his, the taste undescribable

                                            > It's so different from all the times you and Rarity-

                                            > No homo!

                                            > You feel a hand come to rest on your haunch, squeezing and kneading

                                            > Your hindlegs buckle at the stimulation, your marehood dipping and grazing his firmness

                                            > You moan into his mouth, your body hot and tingling with arousal and pleasure

                                            > Anon bucks at the graze, his grasp on your rear tightening almost painfully

                                            > You pull back from the kiss, panting heavily

                                            > He gives you a lazy grin

                                            > "Not bad at all, birdhorse."

                                            > Your chest swells at the praise, confidence rising

                                            "Tell me, Anon, have you ever tried anal?"

                                            > You're feeling pretty tufty

                                            > Anon yanks lightly at your tail

                                            > "No, but I'm about to."

                                            > You cup his cheek with your hoof

                                            "Not quite yet, gotta get you ready."

                                            > He quirks an eyebrow at you, and you lower yourself carefully

                                            > Your glistening marehood rests at the base of his rod, and you rock your hips back

                                            > His length slides between your lips, getting slathered with your juices

                                            > Anon gasps, gripping your back just under your flight muscles with both hands

                                            > You grin at the colt, backing up until you feel his erection prodding your belly

                                            > With a careful flex of your hips, his cock falls onto his belly

                                            > You crouch low and slide up his length, winking uncontrollably

                                            > Anon hisses slowly, his hips pressing up against yours

                                            > You love seeing a happy stallion

                                            > You stretch your neck up and nibble on his ear

                                            > "F-fuck!"

                                            > He stuttered!

                                            > So cute

                                            > You let your warm breath wash over his sensitive ear

                                            "Anon, be a good little colt and poke my ponut."

                                            > All that dirty talk practice is really paying off

                                            > You feel like a real, full grown mare with this panting stallion beneath you

                                            > His hands fall from your back, one resting at the base of your tail, the other?

                                            > He presses down and oh WOW

                                            > Your anus spasms around the head of his dick, your breath catching at the wave of pleasure

                                            "Mmmmyay!"

                                            > You close your eyes, savoring the sensation

                                            > It's so much better than a horn-

                                            "No homo!"

                                            > Anon chuckles

                                            > "Thinking of another mare?"

                                            > You look at his face, and he doesn't seem jealous

                                            > But your tuft is feeling distinctly flat right now, and your face is burning in embarrassment

                                            "N-no, just, um."

                                            > He boops your snoot, and you smell some of your marecum?

                                            > That must have been on his finger from when...

                                            > You are scrunching super hard right now

                                            > "Was it Twilight?"

                                            > You try to glare at him, but then he shifts his hips, his stallionhood sliding a fraction of an inch up your butt

                                            > You whimper

                                            "N-no."

                                            > Anon licks your cum off his fingers, maintaining eye contact

                                            > "Then who?"

                                            > You are winking so hard right now

                                            "R-rarity."

                                            > "Hot."

                                            > His now clean hand digs into your tuft, combing deep furrows in its fluff

                                            > This colt is too lewd

                                            > You cannot take anymore of this

                                            > You lower yourself on his rock hard stallionhood, shuddering and moaning at the stimulation

                                            > He groans, his back arching as he crushes you against his chest

                                            > Such strength!

                                            > You wrap your forelegs around his neck, your body automatically pumping up and down his throbbing length

                                            > You are filled with a surging ocean of pleasure, cresting and crashing with every motion

                                            > Anon is moaning incoherently in your ear, his thighs slamming against your rump

                                            "I'm going to take your seed Anon!"

                                            > He growls, a new thrill roiling in your gut

                                            > Your mind blanks as your orgasm crescendos, every nerve in your body singing in ecstacy

                                            > Anon shouts wordlessly, his precious semen blasting inside you

                                            > As your pleasure slowly ebbs away, you feel him still twitching inside you, a slick, radiant warmth

                                            > You gaze upon his face, taking great satisfaction as he slowly recovers his senses

                                            "Looks like I did my duty."

                                            > Anon grins at you

                                            > "That you did."

                                            > You rest contentedly on his chest, your mind slowly recalling what just happened

                                            > He strokes your mane fondly, his strength spent

                                            > Wait

                                            > You frown

                                            "How do you know Rarity? And Twilight?"

                                            > Anon raises an eyebrow

                                            > "I followed you to town one day. Funny how they didn't know I was staying with you until I told them."

                                            > Oh no

                                            "Well, um, there's a good reason for that. They, uh,"

                                            > He gazes at you patiently

                                            > You press your face into his chest to avoid his gaze

                                            "I just wanted you for myself."

                                            > Anon pats you on the withers

                                            > "Don't worry, you got me. I'm not going anywhere."

                                            > You look up at his smiling face, and smile back shyly

                                            "Yay."