> Be Starlight Glimmer, relapsing
> The first time was an accident

> Twilight and Spike are off on some business at Canterlot, and you sort of let your guard down
> It's not like it's wrong to masturbate to anatomical illustrations in Twilight's study
> You have a towel, nothing would get damaged
> But as you get into it, you sort of zone out, your vision narrowing to the exquisitely drawn dragon cock before you
> Your horn glows as you alter the cornu voluptatis spell to match
> Suddenly, you hear the door open
> "Hel-"
> You admit, you panick
> You blitz through the formula, your already charged horn casting the spell nigh instantaneously
> Time 
> Stops
> You whirl to face the door
> Anon stands frozen, staring at you
> You take a few steps towards him in the absolute silence
> He stares at where you were, and you breath a sigh of relief
> Thank the stars, it worked
> You levitate the towel into your saddlebags, and close the anatomy book
> Just glancing at the illustration as you close it makes your marehood ache
> You check on Anon, still frozen
> You pause to admire the bulge in his pants
> You know what he told Twilight, but part of you wonders if he's always this lewd because he loves teasing mares
> You stare at it, mouth watering a little
> No, you shouldn't do this, even if nopony will know
> Nopony will know
> Your thighs rub together
> You are a bad pony
> You lean forward and gently press your snout against the fabric covering his bulge
> His musky scent sets your body tingling and your tail lashing back and forth
> You pant, inhaling his scent
> You can practically taste him
> With a shudder, you pull yourself away and gallop to the bathroom
> In the stopped time, you plunge your magic into your pussy again and again 
> Perhaps to punish yourself for your transgression against Anon, you abandon subtlety
> The spell loses all realism and morphs into a writhing, bumpy mass of vibrating ether
> You cum in less than a minute, your juices splashing into the toilet below
> You sigh, feeling dirtier than you have ever felt
> Anon must never know
> You clean up after yourself quickly, and trot back to where you were
> You browse for a book on magic theory, and sit down under Anon's frozen gaze
> Your stomach flips a little at how helpless he is right now
> Imagine if you shared this spell with some mare, they would be a menace to stallions everywhere
> No, you need to keep this a secret as well
> You cancel the spell, and Anon blinks
> "-lo Starlight, have you seen Twilight anywhere?"
> You blink, then smile politely
"I'm afraid not. Have you tried checking the market? I think we may be low on eggs, so she probably went to get some."
> Anon grins at you
> "Thanks, I'll try there next."
> Cute

> Each time afterward...
> He was about to drop a carton of eggs, no reason why you should let them go to waste
> And you only sniffed him a little bit, a small reward for a small favor

> Anon pranked you with whipped cream on your hoof and tickling your snout while you were sleeping 
> You had to pay him back somehow
> That was the first time you touched him
> Your hoof on those thicc, foalchasing thighs
> He never understood why you didn't get mad at all, but there is no way you would tell him why

> Then there is today
> Thorax dragged you off to the hive, ostensibly to help choose colors for the interior
> He spends hours agonizing and ignoring your every suggestion before ending up with dark green and black
> Still, he thanked you sweetly afterward, and you guess you were a good friend to him
> You barely got enough time to eat lunch when Trixie barreled into your room 
> Apparently the Flim Flam brothers asked her out
> Both of them
> How can Trixie be such an utter Trixie?
> And why did she have to sing about it?
> By the time she left, you wanted nothing more than to veg out on the couch with a good book

> And that is exactly what you do
> It is some silly romance novel, about a butler being taken advantage of by his mistress and a visiting duchess
> You are just getting to the part where the duchess has him "massage" her teats when you hear Anon talk to you
> "Hey, sorry to bother you, but would you mind levitating some furniture while I sweep?"
> You mark your place and look up 
> He is smiling apologetically 
> Your mind catches up with your ears, and you sigh
"Sure, where do you want to start?"
> Anon beams at you
> "Thanks so much. I'll start over in that corner, if you could get the cabinet?"
> You watch him work, the gentle sway of his lithe figure, the subtle flexing of his rump as he twists and turns
> Not to mention the appeal of watching a janefilly doing something so domestic
> You feel your stress transmute into a low level arousal
> You watch him as he cleans the entire sitting room
> By the time he puts the broom and dustpan away, you are pretty wet
> He flops down on the couch, splayed in such a defenseless way
> "Ugh, this castle is way too fucking big."
> You smirk
"Maybe you should let the staff do all the cleaning."
> Anon snorts
> "No, I gotta pay you all back somehow. Besides, it's Feather Duster's birthday, she should get the day off."
> How sweet
> You can't take your eyes off his prominently displayed crotch
> He rolls his head to look at you, and you look up at his relaxed smile
> "Oh, and thanks for the help. Makes things go a lot quicker."
"My pleasure."
> As you levitate your novel towards the coffee table, you secretly set up the time stop
> The book hits the table with a muted thump, and everything freezes
> You deserve a reward, after everything
> You slide off the couch and trot over between his legs
> You can smell the subtle tang of his sweat, and his musk is unusually strong
> Your heart pounds as you sit down between his feet and lay your head down
> You can feel the soft lump of his flaccid member against your cheek, his scent filling your nose
> It is hard to think over your blazing hot arousal
> You pant, climbing up his torso, dragging your tuft against his belly and chest
> You sit in his lap, nuzzling his neck and rocking your hips gently
> You really shouldn't be doing this
> But it's too late now
> You pull back slightly, staring at his frozen face
> You lick your lips
> Then you peck him on the lips
> A thrill runs through you, pure pleasure lightly seasoned with guilt
> You press your lips against his for longer, savoring his warmth
> You should stop, stop before you go too far
> You stare at his lazy grin
"Tell me to stop, Anonymous. Tell me now."
> Of course he doesn't say anything, he can't
> But that smile
> It's like permission
> You lick his cheek
> Delicious
> You lick his lips
> Delectable
> You can no longer restrain yourself, and lock lips with him again
> Your tongue presses past his lips, only to meet his teeth only slightly parted
> Your magic pulls on his chin, and you have full access
> Your tongue pushes and plays with his limp tongue
> You taste him, your saliva mixing with his, your hips grinding your wet snatch against his crotch
> It's a shame he can't get an erection while frozen in time, but he still has enough for you to rub against
> You eventually break the kiss, and pull back to admire your hoofywork
> Anon's mouth gapes open, your spit trailing down his chin, his cheek glistening where you licked him
> You feel some indescribable feeling well up within you, and you kiss him again and again, licking all over his face and neck
> You giggle
"I've marked you, now you're mine."
> You feel high
> You feel sweltering between your legs, a need to mark him in an entirely different way
> You climb off of Anon and seize his pants in your magic
> They slide off, his boxers coming along too
> At last, you see his dick in all its glory
> Well, not all of its glory
> It's not erect, but that just makes it cute
> You take it into your mouth, sucking on his cock, tasting it utterly and completely
> It's a strange flavor, but you think you can grow to like it, especially with your muzzle buried in his pubic hair
> His musk is overpowering, telling your body primal truths
> You need him inside you
> You let his stallionhood fall from your mouth and scramble up onto his lap
> Your magic finds his limp member, and guides it easily
> You nearly have a heart attack as his dick slips between your well-lubricated lips
> You moan, not from any feeling of intense stimulation, but from the mere knowledge that his cock is inside of you
> You lose yourself to your instincts, grinding your clit against his waist, clenching muscles around the soft rod in your pussy
> You magic his hands onto your hips, holding you there as you drench his crotch in your marecum
> Kiss him again and again, whimpering in pleasure
> Your breathing comes in gasps as you hump him, your clit sending waves of pleasure throughout your body
> You push one of his fingers into your asshole, and immediately fall apart
> Your thighs clench around him as you ride out your orgasm, moaning and whining in animal ecstasy 
> You slump against him, slowly catching your breath
> As your sweaty body cools, you come to your senses
> Oh no
> You stare at his damp shirt and his glistening crotch
> You get to your hooves, his cock sliding out of you
> Okay, don't panic, you have all the time in the world
> What do you need to do?
> You glance over at his pants on the floor, which are also soiled from your proactive masturbation session
"Okay, we can fix this, we just need to replace everything."
> You take his Anon's clothes off and gallop towards his room
> You rifle through his dresser and find pants and boxers of the same color
> Unfortunately, he doesn't have a duplicate of his shirt, but that one is close enough that it should be fine, right?
> You head down to the laundry room and stuff the soiled clothes in the middle of the pile of dirty clothes
> Never have you been so glad that Anon isn't colty enough to do his own laundry
> Coming back to the sitting room, you are hit with the pungent odor of your cum 
> Right
> Wet towels with scented soap, and switching out the couch cushion for another in an unused guest room
> That's everything, right?
> You climb up onto the couch and settle back into your spot
> Then you see his face, still covered in your saliva
>...
> That taken care of, you silently apologize to the cleaning staff and end the time spell
> Anon blinks, his jaw fidgeting a little
> Oh no
> Does he still taste you from when you kissed him?
> "You're a good mare, Starlight."
> He then rolls his head to face the ceiling and sighs happily
> Meanwhile, your stomach churns with guilt
> You took advantage of this poor, sweet human, and he has no idea how thoroughly you've violated him
> You are the worst