alternate Fimfic Version: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/428031/pinkies-politeness-practice

>Be Anon
>Equestria was... weird.
>It wasn’t weird in the traditional sense, like everything was new, strange and fantastic—though it was also those things too, granted.
>But you’d read enough fantasy on earth that, within a week, you were mostly used to that part. 
>No, Equestria was weird in a kind of ‘just off by a bit’ sort of way, like a tilted painting, where you were sure it was askew but something felt off no matter how many times you adjusted it.
>Ponies held nearly the same values, family structures, and cultural norms from your world, or at least a near enough approximation.
>They had the same tools, goods, services, and amenities you’d expect from a friendly rural town.
>In nearly all respects, ponies were just like humans.

>Except when they weren’t.

>And it was in those moments where you felt like the painting wasn’t so much askew as much as it was oozing purple slime and nobody seemed to notice but you.

>The marketplace felt abuzz with life this morning, ponies hawking their goods, yelling over one another as the throngs of patrons meandered the dirt path.
>But above the murmur of the crowd, the sound of moaning and wet slaps carried over to you.
>It had taken only a moment to spot them.

>>“Th-That’ll be fif, nnngh, four b-BITS, fuuh. Ooh, thank you Pokey~. H-Have a nice day, Skies!”
>Pokey Pierce thrust away into Carrot Top, bending the mare over her own stall and shaking the wood frame with each thrust.
>The customer, a blue-ish stallion with a short cut mane, nodded his thanks to Carrot Top and took his bag of vegetables.
>Another mare, Amethyst, came up a moment after.
>>”What can I get ynnnnnnn...”
>Carrot Top did her best to say something but it came out as a gurgled groan. 
>Moments later, her eyes rolled back and she came.
>Mare juice splattered across the ground and her legs shook then gave out.
>Pokey slowed, drawing out his movements as Carrot Top rode out her orgasm, the mare mewling and squirming under him.

>>>”I'll just leave the bits here, Carrot Top,” Amethyst said with a smile, dropping a few gold coins and moving a bag of assorted veggies to her saddlebags. 
>Carrot Top groaned in return, lazily pushing her hips back as Pokey extracted himself.
>>>”Harvest Season?” Amethyst asked.

>>>>”Harvest Season,” Pokey said with a nod. “Been a week since she was in town. Not much relief to be had miles away from anypony.”

>Amethyst winced.
>>>”Ooh, poor girl. Very polite of you to tend to her, Pokey.”

>>>>”Oh um. Speaking of tending to…”
>He gestured down to his cock, still hard and glistening with Carrot Top’s marecum.

>>>”Oh, no problem. Can’t have you walking around like that. I’ll get you all cleaned up.”
>Amethyst leaned down and opened her mouth.
>>>”You want to cum inside or outside?”

>>>>”Outside sounds nice, today. Been a while since I gave somepony a facial.”

>>>”Okay sure thing. Just say when and I’ll step back and keep my mouth closed.”

>You sighed, and stopped licking your ice cream cone.
>Dammit, now you had a hardon.
>Like you said, Equestria was weird.
>This marked the third time today you saw someone having sex in the open, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
>After a month in Equestria, you’d more or less gotten used to it, but that didn’t mean it felt normal.
>On the contrary, the more you were exposed to casual sex, the more surreal and off putting it began to feel.
>It was odd… Before coming here, you would have thought it was the hottest thing in the world.
>But something about it didn’t click in your mind.
>These ponies were innocent and kind creatures. None of them saw what they did as obscene or indecent.
>But you did.
>So when they’d ask if you wanted a blowjob or if you could screw them you found you just… couldn’t.
>To them, it was just a friendly favor.
>To you, it was taking advantage of the ignorance of a friend.
>You just couldn’t do it.

>”Non?”
>You turned to your best friend and partner in crime, Pinkie.
>The two of you decided to spend your sunday together, and Pinkie insisted on getting a sunday to celebrate.
>Her dish was empty and there was a smattering of vanilla ice cream across her muzzle.
>She tilted her head at you.
>”Something wrong? You not like vanilla anymore? Sometimes when I eat ice cream it’s really good at first but then suddenly there’s this one lick and I realize I don’t like that flavor as much anymore so I have to swap over to another one for a while but then I can go back and it’s delicious again. I can get you another if you like. My treat!”

>You reached over and ruffled her mane.
“Nah it’s not that. I’m just—”

>Pokey let out a loud groan and ropes of sticky cum blasted onto Amethysts face.

“—distracted.”

>Pinkie quirked an eyebrow at you, then turned to where you were looking.
>Her eyes slid right over the cum drunk Carrot Top and the cream coated Amethyst.
>”Why? What’s going on? Is there a sale or something?” she said, climbing into your lap to get a better perspective.

“No, Pinkie don’t—”

>Before you could push her off, her plot squished down on your erection.
>She flinched, then lifted a hind leg and looked down at the obvious tent in your pants.
>”Oh, no wonder you’re distracted! Gosh Nonny, just say something next time. I’ll take care of it.”

>Pinkie hopped off the bench then turned, mouth open, eyes closed, and tongue hanging out like a kid waiting for a tongue compressor.
>Her mouth glistened with saliva as she took gentle breaths, the warm air hitting your crotch in little puffs.
>Your cock twitched.
>A part of you wanted nothing more than to slide your shaft right down her throat and push her muzzle down to the base.
>She’d be happy to take you too.
>But... this was Pinkie Pie you were talking about.
>Not more than a few seconds ago, you’d been talking about ice cream and making dumb jokes.
>Now she sat in the middle of the market square, waiting for you to shove your cock in her mouth.
>It was hot… really hot.
>But you couldn’t do that to her.
>She wasn’t some sex object.
>She was your best friend...


>Pinkie peeked an eye at you.
>”Ayon? Yoo ohay?”

“Yeah, Pinks. I… just don’t think we should do this, alright?” you said, forcing a smile and giving her snout a little boop. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to do anything.”

>Pinkie opened her eyes and stared at your hand, then to your crotch.
>”But…”
>She slumped and let out a sigh.
>”Anon?”

“Yeah?”

>”Do you… not like me very much?”

>You flinched.
>Dammit...
>You were worried about this.
>It was only a matter of time before she started to get worried.
>You see, this wasn’t the first time Pinkie offered to have sex with you.
>Hell, it wasn’t even the first time a MARE offered to have sex with you.
>When you first got here, and after ponies had gotten used to you, they were curious.
>Mares wanted to know what your penis looked like and to see what “flavor” it was, as they called it.
>You’d always give an excuse like you were too busy or you just came and couldn’t for a while.
>And ponies accepted that usually.
>Even Pinkie.

>But Pinkie was also especially considerate of everyone’s needs.
>Double when it came to sex.
>She would offer herself the moment she thought you looked sad or had a little too much tension.
>The mare had offered every orifice at this point, and you shot her down each time.
>It didn’t take a genius to start suspecting something.

“No, Pinkie, listen. I like you a lot. You’re like my best friend. It’s not—”

>”I mean because it’s super duper okay! If I’m not your type, I’ll just find you another mare that fits your preferences better. There’s a lot of mares, and I know I can find one for you. Ooh! how about Ms. Cake?”

“No, Pank it’s—”

“She’s got a really big butt. You like big butts, right Anon? I mean, I could eat a bit more and get a big butt too if that’d help.”

“It’s not that. I just—”

>“O-Or maybe you’d more go for a lithe, younger mare. Lily is really good with her mouth. You could ask her and I’m sure she could help you. I’m also really good with my mouth though and I’m right here offering though so maybe just—”

>You grabbed Pinkies snout and forced it shut.
“Pinks, you’re doing that thing again.”

>”Mmmfmfmmf mfm mfmf mf...”

>You released her snout.
“What?”

>“I said I just wanna help, and everytime I offer, you look at me weird!”
>She licked her lips and looked away.
>”Did I do something or…? Am I just not attractive to you?”

“Pinkie Pie, no. You’re just… you’re my best friend.”

>”That’s why I’m worried! Why don’t you ever let me help you? Or why not any of the girls? I keep seeing you get hard and you don’t even ask. We’ve all been dying to, Anon. Is there some other mare you keep saving it for instead? Can you please share? You’ve been here forever and I’ve never even tasted your cum!”

>You could feel blood rushing to your face.
“Pinkie, don’t just say that out loud.”

>She quirked her head to the side.
>“Say what? See, I did something weird again! Is it that I mentioned you’ve been here forever? Are you getting homesick again? I could throw you a welcome party. Just the girls of course. I know you don’t like crowds so it’ll be like a party with only the close friends, just the way you like.”

>You gave her a stern look.
“Pinkie…”

>”Shutting up,” she said in a singsong voice, gesturing as if to zip her mouth shut.

“Pinkie… I think we need to talk. Someplace private.”

--

>Be Pinkie.
>And you feel squiggly right now.
>That was the best way you could put it.
>Squirmy yet giggly.
>You were in Anon’s house, a cup of coffee in hoof with a big dollop of whipped cream, sprinkles, powdered sugar, and caramel drizzle on top, just how you liked it.
>Decaf of course.
>Anon didn’t let you have caffeine anymore.

>You took a sip, smacking your lips as you enjoyed the sweet taste.
>It could use more sugar still, but Anon went out of his way to make it as close as he could.
>And he was one of your bestest friends so you always drank the whole thing just to see him smile and say ‘boy you sure do love your coffee.’
>You don’t of course.
>You’re a milkshake kinda gal, but Anon made it, so yeah it was special to you.
>You loved when he made you things so that was similar to liking coffee in a way.

>You still remember when he first came here.
>Anon was lost… scared… distant.
>Like every new pony, you did everything to brighten his day and let him know he was welcome.
>Most ponies took those warm, welcome feelies and made a bunch of new friends, and sometimes that meant you didn’t see them except around town and they’d wave or say hi.
>Most often they’d come over and ask you to suck their cocks.
>And that was fine.
>You took pride in giving great blowjobs.
>And it felt really good helping ponies, even if they mostly moved on.

>But Anon was different.
>He made friends with other ponies after he adjusted, but he always would come back to you.
>He’d do more than wave and say hi, though not in the relief kind of way.
>Anon would ask what you were up to, and want to know about your day.
>He’d laugh at your jokes and go with you when you felt like doing something silly somewhere.
>It’d been so long since you made an extra-special friend, that you didn’t even recognize it at first.
>Not until he was out of town for a few days and you fell down in the dumpers.
>When Anon wasn’t around, it felt like something was missing.

>Anon liked you for you.
>And that felt good in a tingly kind of way.
>Everypony was your friend, and you had five amazing super friends.
>But you liked to think of Anon as an extra-special super friend.
>You don’t know why.
>It just felt right.

>But that’s why it hurt when he’d pass on your help.
>It’d been a while since he was in Equestria, and he’d get a lot of stiffies, but not once had he let you suck his cock.
>You’ve been wondering what he tasted like for so long.
>It’s started affecting you.
>You’d get drippy thinking about his exotic alien humanhood, whatever it looked like, plunging deep into your throat, making you gag as he held the back of your head.
>He was so much bigger than you… he could probably facefuck you till he was satisfied.
>You wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it… he’d just use you and dump his load down your throat...
>You squeezed your thighs together and shook your head.
>C’mon, Pinks, don’t start that now or you’ll need some relief yourself.

>The point was, he never once let you help, and that hurt.
>Everypony loved your blowjobs.
>Heck you’ve won the blowjob queen contest for three straight years in a row, as well as placed for best ass in Ponyville last two times.
>Even sucked off 100 dicks one time.
>You took pride in being a good cocksucker.
>That was part of being a good friend.

>But Anon was different.
>You just had no idea how different.
>Until he told you today, that is.

”So… humans don’t fuck at all? Then what’s your penis for?”

>He shook his head.
>”No no, we have sex. What I said was, we don’t do it… casually.”

>You stared at him.
“What do you mean casually? Like do you learn their names first? We know each other's names so we should be good to go. Or… or like every human has to dress up? Is that why you’re always wearing clothes? I have my old gala dress I could put on.”
>He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I’m sorry, Anon. I’m trying really hard to understand.”

>”I know you are, Pinkie. I’m not explaining it well. We just… besides a few exceptions, humans only mate with one other partner. Intimacy is really serious and you only share that with the person you marry.”

“But…” you said, then slumped back in your chair.
>That sounds horrible.
>Like really horrible.
>You can’t imagine what it’s like back in Anon’s world.
>Nobody can be nice to one another?
>You get to pick one person who’s allowed to be nice to you and that’s it?
>And you don’t get relief if you need it? Everyone ignores you?
>That’s… that’s just awful.
>You slumped in your chair, mind reeling at the thought.
“Does this mean that…” you swallowed, sparing a quick glance at Anon. “That you don’t want me to be nice to you anymore? Are we not supposed to be friends unless we get married?”

>He laughed, snorting a bit of coffee out of his nose.
>”No. Not at all Pinkie,” he said, reaching across the table and tussling your mane.
>You giggled. 
>You loved it when he did that.
>”It just means I’m going to need some time to adjust is all. I’m just not comfortable with it right now. Casual sex just isn’t something from my world, or at least it doesn’t work the way it does here. At best we have to buy a bunch of drinks first and then MAYBE you can get someone to sleep with you.”

>You grimaced.
>All that for a sleepover?
>Jeez louise.
>Humans are weird.
>Still, you’d love to have a sleepover with Anon.
>You make a mental note to buy a bunch of apple juice to give him later.
“So what happens if you need some relief and you’re not with your somepony? Like what if you’re at work or they’re busy?”

>”Nothing. You just ignore it till later.”

>You scrunched.
“Oh okay… that doesn’t sound very fun.”
>Or possible. It’d be so embarrassing to be walking around, winking all over the place, unable to think straight.
>Super messy too.
>Nopony could work like that, except maybe Chastity’s Sisters.
>”What if you don’t have a special somepony?”

>He shrugged.
>”Well… you just take care of it on your own I guess.”

>Your ears perked up at that.
>That didn’t sound good.
>I mean, if you didn’t know any better, that sounded like the M word.
>You frowned, staring into your drink.
>He wouldn’t do that… would he?
>I mean he’s obviously been dumping his cum in SOMEPONY, right?
>... right?
“Non?” you said. “When you say you take care of it on your own, you don’t mean you mas—”
>A bright, tingly feeling surged in your flanks and you jerked in your seat.
>Your cutie marks pulsed, giving off a shimmering sound each time.
“Now? Awwwww, fluff. Sorry Nonny, we got a friendship problem.”

>He stood up, finishing off his coffee and setting it down by the sink.
>”It’s okay Pinkie. We can catch up when you’re done. Where you headed this time?”

“I won’t know till I get to Twileys,” you said, heading to the door already. “I’ll get you a souvenir though! I promise! Oh and, Non?”

>”Yeah?”

“I know you said you’re not ready, but when you are, can you come get me? My blowjobs are super good and I want to show you what I can do.”

>He laughed.
>”Sure Pank. You can be my first blowjob.”

“YES! Okayseeyalaterbye!”

--

>Be the pankest of poes still, and be walking on sunshine.
>Sorta.
>I mean the sunshine is touching the ground and you’re walking on that so ya know.
>But anyways, Anon promised to let you suck his dick someday, so you’re happy with that.
>You’re gonna give him the wettest, warmest, most bestest best friend blowjob ever!
>Gonna slurp dat cum down like warm cup of—
>WAIT.
>You freeze midstep.
>You didn’t finish your coffee that Anon made especially for you.
>You ALWAYS finish that.
>A quick pinkie dash and you were back at Anon’s house. 

“HiyahNon,” you said, flying in the door. “Just gotta finish your yummy coffee cream and…”
>He wasn’t in the kitchen anymore.
>Oh…well darn.
>You secretly wanted to say hi again.
>Oh well.
>You zip over to the table and down your drink.
>Yep, still needs more sugar.
>Just as you turned to leave again, something caught your ear and you stopped.
>That sounded like a moan, you thought.
>Like not a hurty moan but like one of those good moans.
>It came again, and you turned toward the staircase by the foyer.

“Anon?” you said, slowly inching your way up the stairs. “Did you find someone to help you?”
>You frowned.
“I’m-I’m not mad, I promise. If you want me to leave, that’s okay. I just want to help too.”
>He didn’t answer. 
>Anon didn’t have as good hearing as ponies, or a good sense of smell.
>He didn’t really know when you got wet or when anypony needed some help, but you did.
>You could smell the musk of a hard cock a mile away.
>And Anon was… whoa nellie. You don’t think you’ve ever smelled it this strong.
>Odd thing was, you couldn’t smell a mare.
>You paused midstep.
>What if Anon was into stallions?
>...
>Nah, you’ve caught him staring at your butt too much.
>And Twilight’s butt.
>And Rarity’s butt.
>And Cheerilee’s butt.
>He really liked butts.

>You kept going, the sounds of pleasure getting louder and louder, until eventually you came to his bedroom door.
>Maybe Anon just needed a little bit of privacy and realized sex was no big deal, you thought.
>But at the back of your mind, you started to get scared.
>”Well… you just take care of it on your own I guess,” he’d said.
>A sickening feeling settled in your gut.
>Please no please no please no...
>You slowly pushed the door with your snout.
>It didn’t creak, didn’t make a sound.
>All you could hear was Anon, sucking a breath in through his clenched teeth as a sliver opened up between the door and it’s frame.
>Your breath caught as he came.

--

>Be Twilight.
>”So, who’s cum is this again?”
>Starlight poked her head up from underneath the map table, looking up between your legs.
>You could feel a bit of cum drip out of your marehood and onto the throne.
>Starlight cringed.
>She, as everyone had found out by now, was only interested in mares.
>Even going so far as having a fear of dicks.
>While her oral skills with marehoods were wonderful, and you were glad to have her in the castle for sure because of it, as her friendship teacher it was important she learn to help stallions too.
>She can’t just be friends with mares.
>But Starlight was a long ways from taking cock.
>You made a list of baby steps to get her used to the idea, and getting used to the taste of cum was today’s lesson.

“Thunderlane,” you replied, stroking her mane to calm her down. “He’s quite the virile stallion. There’s a lot but I know you’ll do well.”
>Starlight shivered.
“Come on, Starlight. It’s not that bad. It’s in me so at least you’re still licking a mare. And what if Sunburst needs relief? Don’t you want to be a good friend to him?”

>She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated.
>“I… I do want to be a good friend to him. Okay… I’ll try.”
>Starlight shut her eyes, stuck her tongue out, and slowly leaned forward.
>You lay back and sighed as Starlight’s tongue trailed up your slit, dragging a glob of cum along the way until she reached the top.
>She pulled back, cum on her tongue and looked up at you with a worried, questioning expression.
“Okay good. Don’t swallow just yet,” you said, leaning over and looking at your list.
“I had time to refer to Tsun Tzu’s Art of Whore beforehand, so if you follow my instructions, we’ll have optimal results in no time.”
>Starlight rolled her eyes.
“So first, you need to get used to the taste and texture. Move it around in your mouth. Gargle and blow some bubbles. Anything you can think of to play around and get used to it.”
>Starlight sighed, but obeyed, taking the cum into her mouth and opening so you could make sure she hadn’t cheated.
>The mare dutifully played with the cum, swishing it back and forth with her tongue, letting it drip down before slurping it up again.
>Granted she shuddered at that but Starlight was doing well.
>After rolling it along her tongue a few more times, she opened her mouth and looked at you pleadingly.
>You made her wait for just a few seconds, then nodded and let her swallow.
“See? Was that so bad?”

>”It,” she started. “It was different, I guess. Not bad. I could taste you too so it was kinda nice.”

>You gently lay a hoof on her head.
“You want to keep going? I won’t force you if you want to stop here for today.”

>Glimmer looked at your nethers, grimacing as another thick glob rolled out of you.
>”No. It wouldn't be fair to Sunburst. I need to overcome this and be a good friend to him.”

“Alright,” you said, leaning back and spreading your hind legs. “Whenever you’re ready.”

>Starlight took a few deep breaths, focusing on your marehood with a serious look before diving back in.
>This time she pushed her tongue into your sex.
>The thick spunk enveloped her tongue and she let out a whine.

”Shhh,” you said, petting her mane. “You’re alright.”
>“Ish sho gooby,” she said, but continued to massage your walls with her tongue.
>“Why duh Funderwane aft to cum sho musch.”
“Just focus on me, Star. You’ve done this a million times. You’re just eating out a mare.”

>Starlight looked up to you, inner eyebrows turned up, then nodded and returned to pleasuring you.
>No point in focusing on the bad, after all.
>This would be an important friendship lesson for Starlight moving forward.
>Learning to drink a stallion’s cum was part of being a good friend, and a good Equestrian.
>She didn’t have to like it. She just had to be able to take it like a champ.

>As time went on, you began to relax, and a tingly sensation started to form in your core.
>Starlights technique had started to take its toll on you and she’d collected, played with, and swallowed most of the cum in the shallow parts of your vagina.
>There was still a ton deeper in you, but if you came, you’d be too sensitive to take any more tonguing for a while.
>You tapped Starlight’s shoulder, signaling for her to stop.
>Unfortunately, she took that as ‘I’m about to cum, please go for the finish’ and sped up.
>You yelped, feeling her expert tongue thrash across your mound.

“Aah! No, Star. Not so faaah—!”

>Your mind suddenly went blank as she lashed across your clit, battering away at it with her tongue.
>It took all of your concentration to not cum, but try as you might, you couldn’t help but buck as your inner muscles clamped down, forcing a blast of cum straight into starlight’s open mouth, as well as heaping portion across her face and mane.
>Starlight’s eyes shot wide and she jerked back.
>She coughed and gagged, globs of cum ejecting from her mouth and onto the floor.
>“Twiiii!” she said, her voice muffled from cum but sounding clearly panicked all the same.
>Starlight sniffed, ears back and trembling.
>”Helph.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Come here, you don’t have to swallow.”
>You moved in quickly, taking her face in your hooves and connecting her mouth with yours.
>Your tongue darted out, scooping as much cum as you could with each swipe.
>Starlight’s eyes drifted shut and she relaxed, letting you take the cum from her.
>There indeed was a lot, and it took you quite a few cycles of sucking and swallowing to get it where her mouth was merely creamy and not filled to the brim.
>As you sucked the last bit of cum and pulled away, she let out a long breath.
>”Thanks, Twilight. S-Sorry…”

>You gulped down the last of the jizz quickly.
>It made you sad not to savor it, but there would be a chance for that some other day.
“No, it’s not your fault, Star. You weren’t ready for that much. I understand.”
>With a flash of magic, the rest of the cum in your groin was gone, teleported into a wastebasket in a different room.
>You pulled Starlight into a hug, running a hoof in circles across her back.
>She pushed her muzzle into your shoulder.
“Hey, you did great today.”
>”... thanks, Twilight.”

--

>After Starlight had calmed down some more, and you had time to lick the cum from her mane, you navigated to one of the castle dens and claimed a spot on some cushions.
>The aforementioned mare had grabbed a juice box to clear the taste from her mouth and lay with her head on your flank, slurping away with a content expression.
>Looking back, you never would’ve guessed you'd be here—in a massive castle, living as an alicorn princess—teaching lesbian mares to eat cum.
>But as you watched Starlight and remembered how well she did today, you felt a swell of pride.
>Some day she’d be taking cock like a champ, and you’d be right there with her.
>For now though, it was time to relax.
>Well, half relax.
>There was paperwork to do, documents to go over.

>Most of it went by without a hiccup, though there was one interesting document.
>A few mares sent a petition to add some virility potions to the water supply.
>Specifically they wanted greater cum production in males.
>You quirked a brow at that.
>Stallions already came often, and in quite large quantities really. 
>Any more and mares wouldn’t be able to hold it all…
>Probably would get really messy.
>Could be interesting, you thought, and penciled in a meeting with Zecora and Mayor Mare. 
>As soon as your magic left the quill, a bright, tingly feeling flowed through your cutie marks.

>Starlight lifted her head up and stared down at your flank. 
>The two of you exchanged a look, then with a quick flare of magic, teleported into the cutie map room.
>The map was alive and glowing, shimmering currents of magic flowing across its surface.
>Eventually the currents circled ponyville and started to form the cutie marks.
>First came yours, forming clearly above the town.
>Then a trio of diamonds, followed by a set of balloons came together and hovered near the town hall.

>You tilted your head.
“Huh… That’s the first time I’ve seen three for a problem.”

>”Is it serious?”

>You glanced back at the map.
>It did need three of you…
“Well, we won’t know till we find it,” you said, shaking your head. “Last time it sent more than two, it was for your village.”

>Starlight winced and looked down.
>“Well at least it’s not as bad as me.”

“Hey, come on,” you said, tilting her chin up. “Everypony made it through alright in the end. We’ll make it through this time too. I’m sure it’s nothing to get upset about.”

>>“TWIIIIILIIIIIGHT!”

”Pinkie?” you said, turning to the mare as she sprinted into the room, tears in her eyes. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

>>“It’s Anon! He’s—H-He’s…” she said, barely able to speak through her fit.

“What? Pinkie, what are you talking about? What happened with Anon?”

>>”He’s… He’s... !”

“Trapped in the Everfree? Stuck in a well? Kidnapped by an ancient evil!?”

>>”He’s a masturbatoooooooor!”
>Pinkie collapsed, letting out a wail that echoed through the room.

>You, in contrast, stood frozen in place.
>Anon, one of the sweetest stallions in town, was a masturbator?
>Oh Celestia...
>You looked over to the cutie map.

“Well… at least we know what the friendship problem is.”

--

>Be Anon.
>When Starlight came to your house and asked you to meet the girls at the castle, you expected a party.
>Not a big one, mind you.
>Just some get together to see Pinkie and her mission partner off.
>It was the sort of thing she would do, especially if it was a long trip.
>This, was not a party.

>You sat in the cutie map room, facing the girls who all looked varying shades of disappointed, angry, or sad.
>They’d given you a little chair to join their table, though since their stonework thrones didn’t move, that meant your seat had been scrunched between Dash and Pinkie Pie.
>The former of which looked rather pissed while Pinkie refused to look you in the eye.
>It reminded you of being called to the principal's office in a strange way, like you’d just burned down a classroom or two and your parents and the school committee didn’t know where to start with you exactly.
>Which was an odd comparison the more you thought about it, despite it feeling entirely accurate.
>For one, it’d been years since you were in school, and secondly, you’d only burned down a small area behind the bins that one time.
>And these were colorful little ponies, not your disappointed parents.
>But it felt like that.

“Uh… so…” you started and gave a nod to the activated map.
“I take it I’m not helping on the friendship problem?”
>None of them spoke.
>The only sound in the room was the shimmering of the cutie map.
>It felt like you could cut the tension in the room with a knife, and like all times when you felt awkward, you started to ramble like an idiot.

“I mean I don’t have a cutie mark so I thought surely the map didn’t call me with a question mark, right? So...”
>You cleared your throat.
“Aren’t three of you supposed to be looking for a friendship problem or something?”

>Dash, who had been quietly brooding to your left, suddenly shot into the air.
>”You ARE the friendship problem, dingus!” 

>”Dash, please! This isn’t supposed to be confrontational,” Twilight said.

>”Come on, Twilight! Can you believe him? All of us wanted a shot at that but it was always ‘just did it’ or ‘I’m a big dumb busy human. I don’t have time right now.’ What a bunch of crap!”

>”Dash,” Twilight said, making a placating gesture with her hooves. “I know you’re angry but we’re here to work through this together, okay?”

>”I’m with Dash on this one,” Applejack said, scowling. “T’aint right. We’ve always been there for Anon and he done gone lied to everyone. I can’t believe it.”
>”You and Applebloom were so cute playing together… Dammit, Anon, I was gonna have you take care of Applebloom when Mac and I went to visit our Aunt and Uncle Orange, but now I don’t know if I can trust you around her.”

>You jerked in your seat.
“Whoa, what? AJ, I wouldn’t do anything to Applebloom.”

>Applejack snorted.
>”See? Unbelievable.”

“...what?”

>Twilight cleared her throat and let out a nervous laugh.
>”Anonymous, what I think everyone is trying to say is that we care about you. You’ve done so much for us, and we’re worried.”

>”That’s right, Darling,” Rarity said, giving you a meaningful look. “We’re here to help you move past this.”

>You blinked.
>None of this was making any sense.
>What were they talking about?
>Did you do something weird?
>Everything was fine an hour ago when you talked to Pinkie.
>Your gaze drifted over to her.
>She sat curled into a ball, facing away from you with her chin on the armrest.
>Twilight glanced over to Pinkie then tapped her hooves together.
>”Pinkie? Do you have anything to say to Anon?”
>Pinkie didn’t move to look at you, instead curling her tail around her legs.
>You thought you heard a sniffle.

>”Okay, maybe later. Fluttershy, would you like to say something to Anon?”

>Fluttershy jolted in her seat, clearly not expecting to be called on.
>She turned to look at you with one eye behind her mane, looking for all the world like you’d reached out and struck her across the face.
>”Um, y-you shouldn’t do that thing. Please,” she said, rocking in her seat and glancing at the table periodically. 
>”It’s not very nice. I know talking to ponies is sometimes a bit scary but everypony needs a helping hoof now and again. If you want, you don’t even have to talk. I just bend over.”

>... just bend over?
>Wait a minute.
>You gave Twilight a look.
“Twi… what is this about?”

>She gave you a gentle smile.
>”We just want you to know that there’s a way to get help. Everypony here is rooting for your recovery and we’ll help you get there.”

>Your recovery?
>Wait a minute.
>The strange looks, the weird atmosphere, the anger and supportive one liners…
>This wasn’t like the principal's office.
>This was...
“Oh my God…”
>You put your head in your hands

>”It’s okay, Anon. We just found out and it hit us hard too, but we can help you through this. We’re prepared to—”

“This is an intervention?!” you said, getting to your feet and leaning over the table. “What for? There has to be some mistake.”

>”N-Now, Anon, I know this all feels confrontational,” Twilight said, putting a hoof up. “But this is all coming from a place of love. There’s no need to try and hide it.”

“Hide WHAT? I don’t do drugs. And your liquor is too weak for me to be an alcoholic.”

>”No, that’s not it! Please just wait a second.”
>Twi took out some note cards, flipping through them with her magic. 
>“The anger and controlled venting part comes after the outpouring of love and support. We need to go back a step.”


“No, listen to me. None of this makes sense. Why did you decide to give me an intervention? I haven’t done any—”

>”For Celestia’s sake, Anon.” Dash said, throwing her hooves in the air. “You wax the kielbasa, beat around the bush, dishonorable discharge, fondle the fig, squeeze the cream, white water wristing, the M word!”

“... what the fuck are you talking about, Rainbow?”

>”We know you masturbate!” she yelled.

>Someone gasped and the room fell silent.
>Only the shimmering of the map could be heard as Rainbow panted, hovering in the air for a time before shakily sinking back to her seat.
>”A-Anon I… I just...” Dash started, then sighed. “I thought we were friends.”

>You stood stock still, taking in the scene around you.
>Everypony looked horrified at Rainbow’s outburst though none of them said anything.
>Not one of them looked you in the eye.
>All the anger had evaporated, and the only thing left felt like… embarrassment.
>Embarrassment directed towards you.

“I masturbate? That’s what this is about?” you asked.
>The girls nodded.
“I don’t understand. Why is that an issue?”

>Dash ruffled her wings.
>”Are you kidding me? It’s like we’re not good enough for you,” she said, her voice sounding shaky.
>”I mean, sure, it’s c-crazy right. All those times I really wanted to do it with you, a-and I thought I just had bad timing. You know, just some other mare had got to you first, b-but…” 
>She turned, glaring at you. 
>“You just didn’t want to do it with me at all!”
>Moisture had begun welling up in her eyes.
>A small tear rolled down her cheek, and it dripped down onto her chest.
>Dash looked down, as if startled by it, then brought a hoof to her face and wiped her cheek.
>She moved her hoof in front of her face, stared at the moisture, then gritted her teeth.
>”S-Screw this,” she said, then bolted out of the room.

“No, Dash, wait! You don’t understand. It’s not…!” you said, reaching after her.
>But she was already gone.
>You sat there, a cold feeling spreading through you.
“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t…”

>”It hurts, Anon.”
>You spun to face Pinkie, who up till now hadn’t said a word.
>At some point her poofy mane had sunk, deflating into a straight, duller version.
>Her bright blue eyes didn’t betray any emotion.
>She didn’t look up at you, didn’t move a muscle.
>Pinkie Pie just sat there, quietly.
>And it was one of the eeriest things you’ve ever seen.
>All that life—all that bouncy, uncontainable energy—it was all gone.
>She stared lifelessly at the map, face a blank slate.
>It was like she wasn’t even Pinkie Pie anymore.
>You don’t know how long you stared at her for.
>The rest of the girls seemed as unsettled and captivated as you, but eventually she spoke again.
>”I’d like to be alone, if that’s okay with everyone,” she said flatly, and hopped off her chair.
>She trudged out of the room, following after Dash.

>The room fell quiet once again.
>You sat back in your chair, mind reeling.
>How did this happen?
>How did they even find out anyways?
>Try to retrace your steps.
>It had to be just this morning, when you talked with Pinkie and she ran off.
>You’d hinted at it and she’d gotten concerned, but you brushed it off as a culture difference.
>She must have gotten worried and came back.
>That’s when she saw or heard you masturbate earlier.

>You never really thought anything of it until now.
>It was the only way you could focus since you were always being treated to voyeur porn, but still, how did you not see this coming?
>If a pony offered to have sex with you, and you chose to masturbate instead, of course they’d feel hurt.
>It was like saying you’d rather just use your hand.
>Pinkie wasn’t even angry like Dash or Applejack. She didn’t try to lecture you.
>She knew your world was different. Pinkie tried so hard to understand.
>At some level surely she knew it was a human thing.
>But the act still spoke volumes.
>The act still hurt.

>Not once did you try to understand her world, or how she’d feel about this.
>She’s… all shut down like that because of you.
>You were too selfish to get over your aversions…
>She offered to help you all the time. She just wanted to make you feel better.
>What is wrong with you?
>And what do you do now…?

>”Dear, is everything alright?” Rarity said.

>You blinked, thoughts suddenly jolted back to the present.
>Right, the intervention.
“Yeah I just… was thinking, I guess. I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner. Masterbation here is… it’s different. I didn’t know.”

>The four remaining girls exchanged looks.
>Rarity shifted in her seat.
>“Is it not taboo in your world, dear?”

“It’s still sorta taboo, just not to the same degree. People know about it, and we accept that it’s happening, but we don’t talk about it.”

>”Oh my… well that sounds rather different. But if it’s part of your culture, I suppose we could make some sort of arrangement with Celestia perhaps?”
>Rarity gave Twilight a questioning glance.

>Before Twilight could answer, you spoke up.
“No, it isn’t right. Everyone’s tried to be courteous and understanding to me, but I haven’t extended the same courtesy to you guys. I’m the one that needs to change. We have a saying back home; When in Rome, do as the romans do. Things are really different in my world, yes, but I’m in Equestria now. I need to at least try and adapt, especially if I’m hurting my friends. I never intended to do that to any of you. I’m sorry.”

>The scowl AJ had been wearing up till now melted away.
>”Well… I’ll be. He means it, Twi. He’s well and truly sorry.”

>You nodded.
“I’m probably not ready to just have sex with whoever but… yeah, I’m willing to try if you guys are willing to help. It’s just a big adjustment for me so it will take some time.”

>Twilight bounced in her seat, clapping her hooves together.
>“Yay, intervention successful. Now to the rehabilitation. Rarity?”

>“Thank you, dear,” Rarity said with a nod. “Anon, we discussed earlier that Twilight, Pinkie, and I would spearhead your rehabilitation since the map chose us. We’ll be there, taking turns, and making sure have support at all times, but the rest of the girls have expressed the desire to help, so they may be involved too.”
>“Now, as part of your rehab, we’ll be sleeping next to you to reduce temptation, as well as give you a readily available outlet at night. But if we think you’re having trouble or if you start to relapse, we’ll have to use magic. Twilight has taken the time to learn Charity’s Restrictor spells which will stop you from touching your penis, but we’d rather not have to go to those lengths.”

>You laughed.
>God, it was like being under house arrest.
“You going to watch me go to the bathroom too?”

>Rarity waved a hoof at you.
>”Of course not, dear”

“Hah, good.”

>”We’ll just take your cock out and check that you can get an erection after.”

>...
“Oh good. And here I was worried about privacy.”

>“Oh, pish posh, it’s nothing any of us haven’t seen before. Now then,” Rarity said, getting up from her seat and stretching. “If you’re ready, we can get started. The sooner the better, I always say.” 
>The rest of the girls followed her example and got up from their chairs.
>”Come along, dear. We have lots to do today,” Rarity said, trotting past you and pulling your hand with her magic.

“Whoa hey, where are we going?”

>”Why, outside of course. First things first, you need to learn some proper manners.”

>The rest of the girls waved and yelled their ‘good lucks’ as Rarity pulled you into town.
>Well, today was going to be interesting, you thought.
>But if you could help Pinkie, you’d do whatever it takes.

--

>”Alright, some hard ones now. What if a mare is pregnant and flagging her tail?”

“Ask if she needs help and which hole she prefers.”

>Rarity arched and eyebrow.

“And be gentle?”

>”Excellent. Who is a colt or fillies first partner?”

“Usually the parent of the opposite sex, but in single parent homes, a surrogate partner can be chosen.”

>”When is it NOT appropriate to mount a mare or ask for relief?”

>You paused.
>That was a hard one actually...

>The sounds of fillies and colts at play filled the air as you and Rarity made your way into the park, going over everything you learned in the last three days.
>Rarity had worked hard to catch you up on the norms here, and the more you worked with her, the more it made sense that she’d be chosen for this.
>She had a gift for etiquette and took her partners pleasure very seriously.
>As she put it, it didn’t do any good to just get them off as soon as you could.
>It was important to take your time, use proper technique, and let them have a satisfying release.
>Skill and finesse were key to providing a respectable experience.

>Though her teaching wasn’t without mishaps.
>On the first day, she took you around town, looking for volunteers to help you get better at pleasing a partner. 
>After all, reluctance in ponyville usually meant lack of skill or knowledge, and she sought to correct that first.
>Her guess was technically correct.
>While you’ve at least had some experience with the opposite sex, you really haven’t a clue on how to please a mare.
>That, in turn, factored into your discomfort, but it was only one piece of the puzzle.

>After showing you proper tongue technique on a mare out with her family, Rarity paused, noticing your hesitation to practice on the mare’s daughter.
>So she tried starting smaller, then smaller again, until finally she saw reluctance with even simplest deeds.
>Little Anon showed plenty of enthusiasm of course, but it was clear there was a lot of work to do.
>”Well, first things first,” she’d said, sighing and giving your tent a dejected look. “We need to get you comfortable with the idea.”

>And so began the slow process of exposure training and etiquette practice.
>Like you mentioned earlier, Rarity had been the perfect tutor for etiquette.
>She never used vulgar words or sought to overindulge in sex.
>There were no gangbangs, no rough fucking, no dirty talk.
>She approached sex like she approached clothing.
>Everything was careful and measured, but designed for maximum effect.
>And despite the subject matter, there was a kind of inevitable classiness that she exuded with it.
>It didn’t matter if she talked about the weather or where you could cum in public.
>She was poised and ladylike with every word.
>And that had an effect on you.
>You found yourself thinking of sex as less raunchy and slutty, and more about manners and self care.
>Sex drive was just something to be managed, and it represented an opportunity for bonding.
>That didn’t mean you suddenly felt ready to jump in, but you were “getting it” in a way.
>Everything was becoming easier.

>Sleeping next to Rarity, however, was still something you had to get used to.
>She’d shift and squirm, her plot cheeks pressing around your cock whenever she felt you get hard.
>Both of you had gotten a bit pent up over your time together, but Rarity had refused to get rutted while she was helping you.
>She’d joke that she couldn’t let you out of her sight lest you be tempted, but you knew she was trying to lead by example.
>Availability was very important, and even mares needed time to recover.
>Thus, since she wanted to be available whenever you felt ready, she’d gone three days, same as you, without getting off.
>You could tell it was hard for her.
>She’d get hazy looks a few times a day, and stare at your crotch, or rub against you when you walked.
>But she stubbornly held to it, despite you urging her to relieve herself to a stallion.
>Despite one instance of aggressive skinship, she’d managed fine anyways.

>That brought you to today.
>What you were about to do had your stomach in knots.

>Today marked a sports meet for the junior mares volleyball teams, and it had drawn a lot more ponies than usual.
>A sandy court lay toward the north side, surrounded by parents in lawn chairs, all chatting away amicably and wandering the grounds before the game started.
>Squirmy siblings ran about freely, away from their parents, enjoying the nearby hoofball setups or playing freeform games in the grass.

>You felt a smile form on your face as you walked, picnic supplies in hand.
>Days like these were one in a million back on earth—sun shining, a cool breeze, and a lively town with lots of friends.
>There were no fences, no stupid rules about where you could setup or what you could do.
>Just be nice. 
>It was a golden rule of Ponyville, and it worked.
>A few ponies you’d talked to on occasion waved, and you returned the greeting as you walked.
>It was nice living here, you thought.
>Almost made you forget how pornographic things could get at a moments notice.

>”Here seems fine, darling,” Rarity said, stopping in patch of grass a little ways from the game. “Would you like your hands on lesson before or after lunch?”

>You lay out the blanket and set the picnic basket down, grimacing to yourself.
>Rarity had made a deal with you as part of your rehabilitation.
>She gave you the right to say no at any time, and you didn’t have to do any acts for the first few days, but after she’d gone over all the etiquette lessons, you had to make a real attempt at a hands on lesson.
>In public.
>You had no clue what the lesson would include, but Rarity had promised she’d start slow.
>That still hadn’t stopped the butterflies in your stomach, however.
“Rares, are you sure we have to do this in the park? There’s so many ponies here.”

>”Nonsense, dear. This is perfectly normal, and today is going to show you just that,” she said, laying down belly first and patting a spot beside her.
>You lowered yourself down and sat cross legged to her left.
>”Now, you’ve discussed some of your apprehensions, so we’re going to start slow. I’m not going to MAKE you do anything, Anonymous, but I’d like you to promise me you’re going to try and make some progress today. Is that fair?”

“Yeah I’ll try. I promise.”
>You owed it to Pinkie at least.
>And Rarity had poured a lot of time and effort into you, so you at least owed her an attempt.

>”Excellent,” she said, leaning against your leg. 

“So… what’s the plan?”

>“Well, I was thinking of letting you be in control for everything today. If you’d like me to do anything, anything at all mind you, just tell me and I’ll be happy to accommodate. This is all to help you get better at manners, darling, so don’t be afraid to explore and experiment.”

>You nodded slowly.
>Seemed okay so far.
>If you could go at your own speed, maybe it wouldn’t feel so weird.
>Baby steps, Anon.
>Still, despite the giddy excitement bubbling up from your center, you had no clue what to do.
>Maybe just ask for starters...
“So what would you suggest?” you said, almost afraid to ask.

>Rarity hummed to herself.
>”Well, you could always ask me to lick your phallus, dear. That’s nice and simple, don’t you think? Or maybe you could cradle your stallionhood between my thighs as we watch the game? I’m yours for the day, Anon. I’ll do whatever you like.”
>She watched you, giving a playful smirk when you hesitated.
>”My my, you really are still shy about this, aren’t you? Alright, how about this. Just for now, explore my body however you please. Fondle me, pet me, grope me, whatever you like. Just enjoy yourself, dear. You can learn at your own pace.”
>She shifted her weight and reached into the picnic basket for a drink, then simply relaxed and began to pony watch.

>She looked the absolute picture of ladylike leisure, her pure, white fur gleaming in the sun.
>You on the other hand felt like a statue as you eyed her body.
>The pose she held emphasized her hindquarters, squishing her cheeks and pushing them up just slightly as she arched her back and rested her chin on her forehooves.
>Rarity had quite the flank on her already.
>There were a lot of nice butts in ponyville, sure, but Rarity had a wonderful, heart shaped rear that flared out from her hips, and she clearly knew it.
>Her tail shifted lazily back and forth, almost as if she were trying to lure you in.

>She watched you out of the corner of her eye, not saying anything, but something about the way she held herself seemed to say ‘play with me’.
>Rarity wanted you to touch her.
>And she wanted it to be lewd.
>Well...  the ball was in your court.
>Here goes nothing.

>With a deep breath, you reached out a hand pressed your fingers into her hindquarters, the flesh and fur giving way.
>For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
>And then it hit you like a jolt of electricity.
>Oh dear god.
>She was soft, fur pristine and velvety, and her ass yielded easily as your fingers sank in.
>You yanked your hand away, almost shocked at how erotic and exciting it felt to touch her, then turned to Rarity.

>For some reason, you’d expected her to scream or jump away, or maybe even flirt with you, but Rarity went on sipping her lemonade.
>She hadn’t even reacted.
>It was as if nothing had happened.
>You reached over to her again and ran your hand along the curve of her back.
>Your pointing and index fingers travelled further downwards, gliding over her pillowy rear then down her leg.
>Still no reaction.

>That was the point, you guessed.

>Okay… Right. It’s no big deal... you thought, nodding to yourself.
>You moved back on the blanket, setting yourself up behind Rarity this time before diving back in, this time with two hands.
>The mare let out a soft coo as you toyed with her backside, but instead of making things feel awkward, it felt good.
>Rarity wasn’t unaware of you. She just didn’t mind anything you did to her.

>You squeezed, kneading her delicate ass like firm dough under your fingers.
>She yielded just slightly under your touch but there was a definite firmness under the surface.
>Definitely a fat butt, yet firm enough to hold form.
>An idea came to you suddenly and it made you shiver just thinking about it.
>You raised your hand then brought it down hard, giving her rear a firm slap.
>Her ass jiggled, and Rarity let out a light ‘ooh’ but it was more from surprise than pain.
>The mare shifted, but otherwise said nothing.

>That same, intoxicating feeling filled you again.
>You really could do whatever you wanted right now.
>You grabbed both cheeks, pulling them apart to expose her marehood and anus, before letting them clap back together.
>Nopony cared.
>A smile broke out across your face as you went back to playing with her rear.
>This… this was amazing.
>You began once more to play with her butt, losing yourself in the sensations of her soft fur and pliable bottom until a voice broke you out of your trance.

>>“Hey, Non!”

>You flinched and looked up.
>It was Roseluck.
>The beige mare trotted over, giving you a meek wave.

>>”It’s good to see you. I’ve never seen you at the park before. You come here often?”

>You felt frozen in place, hands wrapped around Rarity’s plush ass.
“Uh… I…”

>Rarity pushed back into your hands and cleared her throat.
>You slowly resumed massaging her rear and haltingly answered Rose.
“UH, yes, er I mean no. I don’t go to the park too much but Rarity invited me out for the day.”

>>”Oh, that’s good. I was worried you’d been spending too much time alone in your home. I feel like I hardly see you. It’s important to get some sunshine now and again, big guy. Oh, and Rarity, good to see you too.”
>”The feeling is mutual, Rose darling. How are your dahlias doing?”
>>”Pretty good! Their color is coming in wonderfully. I think they’ll be ready for sale soon. You working on any new designs lately?”
>”Well now that you mention it…”

>The two mares carried on, making small talk amongst each other while you sat there, hands still massaging Rarity’s bare ass.
>This was so surreal, you thought.
>Yes, it was normal here, but Rose hadn’t even said anything.
>Was groping someone so unremarkable that it wasn’t even worth mentioning?
>I mean, it wasn’t like you were invisible. Rose had glanced at your hands a few times now.
>She just never paid it any mind.
>In a way, the logical part of your brain knew that should be the case.
>Ponies could fuck each others brains out while casually talking about their day. You saw that all the time.
>But being a part of it felt… exhilarating… powerful.

>You pulled Rarity’s cheeks apart, giving yourself another glance at her nethers.
>Her marehood twitched as you ran your thumb over it.
>Craving more, you began to run your thumb up and down her slit, watching as her marehood reddened and started to drip.
>The whole time Rarity simply talked shop with Rose, her breathing slightly changed but nothing more.

>>”Well it was good to talk to you Rares,” Rose said. “Looks like the games starting so I gotta grab a seat and make sure my little cousin doesn’t have a stiffie before he plays. It’s Clovers first game so I want to make sure it goes well.”
>”Sounds wonderful. I’ll see you around town, dear.”
>>”Yep! Oh and, Anon?”
>You looked up from your fondling.
>>”It’s really great to see you breaking out of your shell. I really thought for a long time humans didn’t relieve themselves, but I guess Rarity and the girls have it covered huh? I’m glad. You two have a good time.”
>You found yourself nodding as she trotted away.

>Rarity rolled slightly and gave you a knowing smile.
>”See, not so bad was it? You seemed like you were really enjoying playing with my rear there. And if I’m not mistaken I thought I felt something stiff bump my leg a few times.”

>You looked down and shifted your hips away from her leg.
“Oh, sorry.”

>Rarity scoffed.
>”Come now, Anonymous. It’s a wonderful compliment. Now the question is,” she said, giving you a smoldering look, “do you want me to do anything about it?”

>You bit your lip as you ran your hands idly along her sides and looked around the park.
>Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to you, but there were still a lot of ponies around.
“I don’t think I’m ready for something like that yet, Rares.”

>”I see…” she said, unable to keep the disappointment from her voice. “If that’s what you feel comfortable with, alright then.”

“But there’s something I’d like to try still, if you’re up for it.”

>She perked up.
>”Oh? And what’s that?”

“Well—as long as you’re okay with it, I’d like to play with your marehood. You mind laying across my lap for a bit?”

>”Oh Anon, you know the answer to that,” Rarity said, moving over and laying her chest across your lap.
>Her nose bumped your cock in her haste, and Rarity’s gaze lingered for a moment on it before she looked up at you.
>”Ahem, yes well. Please enjoy yourself, and if you have any second thoughts about me joining in, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Rares,” you said, and ran your hand through her mane.
>Rarity held a hopeful look before she let out a breath and settled down into your lap, likely not wanting to push the issue.
>You felt bad for denying her like that.
>For a mare like Rarity, that sort of etiquette was important to her.
>But with so many ponies around, it just wasn’t going to happen. 
>Not for now at least.
>Right now, all you wanted to do was play with the pony in your lap.
>Besides, she deserved the attention with how much work she put into you.

>Without any further delay, you slipped a finger between her cheeks and pressed against her entrance.
>Rarity let out a mewl and pushed back against your hand.
>The sensation of something hot and wet hit your finger and you paused.
>Rarity wasn’t just turned on. She was soaked.
>You looked down.
>Her juices had already coated her thighs, and a damp spot lay on the picnic blanket.
>Looks like she’d been enjoying her massage much more than she let on.
>You gave her a questioning look and she folded her ears back.
>”Oh sorry, darling. I didn't mean to get pushy. It's just that all this fondling after going so long without relief has gotten me a bit… heated, as it where. Now there’s no pressure of course,” she said, laying a hoof on your thigh reassuringly. 
>”Today is for you, so if I don’t get to cum, then I don’t get to cum. I can stand another day if it means helping you out. Don’t feel that you have to go out of your way on my account, dear.”

“Rarity, I’d feel bad if I teased you this whole time and never let you get off. It wouldn’t be too much trouble to let you cum after everything today. Besides, I kinda want to see it.”

>”Really?” she said, almost breathlessly, a blush forming on her cheeks. “I… well that’s wonderful, Anon. That’s very gen—”
>You pushed your finger into her.
>“—gentlem-ahhhhh! Very gentlemanly of you. Hoo, dear, I’m sorry to let my voice out like that.”
“No no, don’t worry about it,” you said, moving your fingers around in slow circles. “It’s actually kinda hot.”

>”Oh w-well, as long as you don’t mind, dear.”

>You gave her a reassuring smile, watching as her breathing deepened and her tail lifted to the side.
>She wasn’t just ready for this.
>She was craving it. 
>You wanted more too.
>Seeing her react to your touch like that lit something inside of you.
>Maybe it was the constant exposure to sex, or maybe it was three days without cumming, but you wanted to tease and explore every inch of her sex and give this mare all the attention she deserved.

>You twisted your finger around, exploring the different textures and ridges inside her.
>It was soft, velvety even, as well as enjoyably warm.
>Rarity was absolutely gushing too, which made each push into her glide despite her clenching.
>Even with just your finger, her vagina felt pleasant. It would be a whole other feeling to have your dick inside her.
>Your cock jumped at that, nearly tapping her on the snout, but you ignored it.
>Maybe there’d be a chance later, away from all the families.

>You pulled out your pointer and lined a second finger up at her entrance.
>Rarity shivered, clearly eager for more.
>You wouldn’t deny her.
>Your fingers parted her lips and moved in agonizingly slow as you savored the feeling of her tunnel.
>Rarity tensed under you, her breath coming out in a squeaky, almost pathetic whine.
>She wanted more. A lot more.
>That reminded you… There was something you read back on earth that you always wanted to try.
>You curled your digits downwards, rubbing along the delicate walls of her vagina.
>There was a spot that should be around here, you thought.
>It was in an anatomy book back on earth, and you’d always been curious.
>Your finger hit some tissue, firmer than the rest, and Rarity jerked and let out a cry.
>A bit of fluid squirting out of her nethers as she clenched down hard on your hand.
>Oh. There it is.

>”Oh my word! A-Anon~” 
>Rarity gripped your jeans tightly, clenching her eyes shut.
>”What did you just do?”

“I think I found your g-spot.”

>”My what spot?”

>You dragged a finger along her walls again in a kind of upside down ‘come hither gesture’.
>The mare beneath you convulsed, legs shaking as more sparks of pleasure flowed through her.

“That.”

>”Ooooh,” she moaned, squirming in your lap.
>“C-Celestia’s sun, that’s… my word.”

“Is it too much?”

>She glanced up, a hurt expression in her eyes.
>“No, of course not. I’m a big mare, Anon. This is far from the roughest treatment I’ve taken, but perhaps… be a bit gentle with that spot? Please?”

>You nodded, gently running a hand over her head.
“Alright. Tell me if you want to stop or need a break at any time.”

>”Thank you, darling,” she said, and lay her head back in your lap. “You’re doing wonderful by the way.” 

>You smiled. 
>It felt good to hear that.
>You decided it was time to put her teaching to work and began finding a rhythm, easing your fingers in and out of her.
>Her breathing slowed and she returned to the state she’d been in for her plot fondling—tail flagging, a faint pink glow on her cheeks but otherwise able to lay still.
>She closed her eyes and relaxed into you.
>There we go, you thought. Nice and easy.
>You kept her like that for a while, letting her relax and watch the game.
>It was just like she taught you. Gentle and measured. Let them enjoy it.
>Don’t just get them off.
>Use technique and give them a real release.
>Her walls gripped you with every stroke, legs twitching, breathing becoming haggered as she suppressed little gasps.
>You sped up in little bursts, watching as she’d arch her back and let out her voice, bit by bit, then ease her back down.
>Your fingers dropped to an agonizing pace then you’d sped up again, alternating between rotating your fingers in circles or dragging them along her walls.
>Her g-spot received a little attention too, and each time your fingers glided over it, she’d let out a choked gasp and grip your jeans tightly.
>You began to mix in little nudges on her g-spot with some finger pumping, pushing her limits more and more.
>Rarity moaned in earnest now, holding your legs with a vice grip.

>Some ponies had started to take notice, giving the two of you curious glances or wandering closer to get a better look.
>A few clearly looked envious.
>Without fingers, ponies couldn’t replicate the treatment Rarity was getting.
>This was something only you could provide here.

>Rarity’s breathing picked up suddenly and her body began to twitch as you circled your thumb teasingly around her clit.
>You sped up, pumping your fingers hard then grazed her button.
>”Ah, no wait!” she cried out.
>Her magic formed around your wrist yanking your hand away from her marehood.

“Whoa, Rare, are you okay?” you said, blinking.

>She shivered, biting her lower lip.
>”Yes dear, just give me a moment. I’m so cc-close. Whatever you do, don’t touch me.”

“Wait, you were about to cum?”

>She clenched her eyes shut and nodded. “You have no idea how good fingers feel. They’re s-so much more dextrous. Nnnah, just thinking about it is keeping me on edge. Oh dear, okay okay, oooh.”
>Rarity twisted on your lap, burying her face into your legs.
>”Ooh, and your scent isn’t helping. Hooo, okay. Just breath and concentrate, Rarity. In and out.”
>Her chest rose and fell for a moment before she slowly opened her eyes and let out a long breath.
>“Okay... think I’m good now.”

>Wow that was a hot.
“I didn’t realize you didn’t want to cum, Rarity. Sorry.

>Rarity put a hoof to her muzzle and giggled.
>”Oh no. You’ve got me dying for release, dear.”

“Oh well then why’d you stop me? You looked like you were enjoying it,” you said.

>”Yes, I absolutely was, and it was hard to even stop you, but Anonymous…”
>Rarity gave you a stern look.
>”I can’t abide you giving me so much attention and not getting any yourself.”

“What? But Rarity… there’s a bunch of mares looking, and in my world we had laws—”

>She pushed a hoof to your lips.
>“Aht tut tut. We can take care of your needs AND keep you covered if that’s what it takes. But I’ll have no more of this. Your stallionhood has been twitching up a storm and I won’t tolerate you torturing yourself any longer. What sort of mare would I be if I let this go on?”

>You sighed.
>Probably no use arguing with her.
>She could be as stubborn as Applejack when it came down to things she cared about.
>And this mare cared a lot about sex.
>Besides, she just wanted to reciprocate. Considering what you’ve learned about pony culture, it would be an insult for her not to.
“Alright, well… what are you even going to do? Rub me through my pants?”

>Rarity looked taken aback.
>”Anonymous, I’m hurt. I wouldn’t do something so meager for you. That won’t feel good at all. You should know me better by now. No, I’m going to treat you to something special.”
>Her horn flared up in a brilliant blue, and in seconds, you felt exactly what she meant by that.

>A sensation unlike any other enveloped your member as your crotch glowed blue through your jeans.
>It was like your cock had been wrapped in warm, downy feathers, swirling around your cock.
>Her magic coiled around your penis clockwise, then reversed direction, then slid up and down your shaft.
>It was frictionless, and seemed to attack every pleasurable nerve in you at once, going deep under the skin, lighting up pleasure centers you’d never even felt before.
>You groaned, hands gripping the picnic blanket and bunching it up under your fingers.

>Rarity gave you a smug look.
>”See? I wouldn’t make you settle for any less than perfection. And—Oh my.”
>Rarity, licked her lips. 
>“Ooh, darling, I can feel your pre soaking into my magic. It feels wonderful. You have such a magnificent shape too. I can’t see it but I can feel every contour. You have such a wonderful stallionhood, Anon. It’s such a crime to keep it covered...”

>You couldn’t answer her.
>The magicjob had rendered you practically unable to think.
>Your mind had been consumed by overwhelming pleasure, but there was that small part of you that didn’t want to be outdone.
>Gathering what fortitude you could, you reached a hand over to her rear and shoved two fingers back inside her.
>She looked up at you, surprised.
>You peeked an eye back at her, giving her a playful smirk.
“I said I’d make you come, Rares. I won’t let you turn the tables so easily.”

>Rarity’s mouth hung open for a moment before her expression turned into the most smoldering look you’ve ever seen.
>”Mmm, Anon, you’re sure you can hold on? You look like you might hit your limit any moment now.”

“I would say the same to you,” you said, shivers wracking your body. “You look like you could cum within seconds if I played with your weak spots.”

>”Mm, true, but I want you to say one last thing to me. Consider it your final test, and I’ll let you make me cum. What’s the most wonderful feeling you can share with a close friend?”

>You smiled.
>She hadn’t taught you this one specifically.
>It was a kind of in the moment question, the sort that you have to intuit.
>But you knew the answer. It was obvious by now.
“Cumming together.”

>”Excellent,” she said, eyes half lidded as she leaned in to give your covered penis a lingering kiss. “Now then darling... ravish me.”

“With pleasure.”

>Without pause, you began to piston your fingers into her, while at the same time, you felt her magic aura whip into a frenzy around your shaft.
>Both of you cried out, faltering in your timings before you were able to fall into a rhythm again.
>Ponies around the park came closer to watch, fouls, couples and singles alike, but you were past caring.
>Some of them pleasured each other now, mothers tending to fathers and sons, daughters sating their curiosities with males and females alike, but their moans and curious comments faded to the back of your mind.
>All that mattered were the pleasured moans of your partner, and the heavenly feeling of her magic making your brain melt.

>Your hand was a blur while her aura whirled like a mad current around you.
>”More, Anonymous. Make it a big one, just like I showed you,” Rarity said, her voice shaky.
>Both of you sped up further, voices climbing in concert as you rushed toward the edge together.
>“Yes, yes dear, just like that. Stir me up. Ooh, Celestia, Anon I can feel you twitching.”
>You dove into her over and over, alternating between attacking her g-spot and clit, using everything at your disposal to push her pleasure towards the peak.
>Her magic mirrored your speed, making you gasp and almost double over.

“Rarity, I’m gonna…!”

>”Ooh, yes. Do it, Anonymous. I want to feel you cum! Oh, Celestia I’m right there. Aahh! Anonymous I can’t hold it any longer!”

“Rarity, here it comes!”

>In a flash, your zipper shot down and your cock flipped out of your pants.
>Rarity dove down, her warm, wet mouth enveloping you, tongue gently lapping at the underside of your cock.
>Sparks shot off in your brain and you came, vision going white as you grunted.
>Rarity cried out in unison, her voice muffled by the cock in her mouth.
>Her pussy clamped down on your fingers as you felt her convulse.
>A splash of liquid hit your hand just as the first ropes of cum blasted into Rarity’s throat.
>Her moans vibrated along your member, sending you even further as you sprayed more and more against her tongue and throat.
>It seemed to go on forever as the two of you came, shaking and holding each other, but eventually the tide of pleasure abated and the both of you collapsed.
>You were faintly aware of the murmur from the crowd as a warm, happy feeling settled through your system.
>Rarity, exhausted as she was, got up on shaky limbs just long enough to flop over by your side, nestling into you.
>You could just barely make out the sound of her swallow, as she tucked your cock back into your pants and zipped you up.
>Neither of you spoke for a time, but eventually, you chose to break the silence.

“You know, I promised my first blowjob would be from Pinkie.”

>Rarity cracked an eye open and gave you an affectionate nuzzle.
>”I know. I made sure not to move. It was just an oral creampie, dear—she won’t mind. What Pinkie has in mind is a world apart. You’ll know soon enough.”

>You hummed to yourself, not having the energy to argue.
“Why did you do that anyways? I definitely just flashed a bunch of ponies, you know.”

>”Yes, I’m very sorry, Anonymous. I tried to be quick but I realize that might have offended you.”

>You chuckled, pulling her closer to you.
“Nah, I’m not mad, Rarity. A little peek is no big deal after everything so far. I’m just wondering why you did it? You didn’t have to swallow you know.”

>Rarity tugged at her hair, looking away from you.
>”Ah, yes, quite right. I-It’s just that…”

“What?” 
>You raised an eyebrow at her.

>”I just didn’t want you to get your clothes dirty.”

--

>Anon and Rarity nestled into one another, the smaller mare tucking herself in the crook of Anon’s body as the post orgasm bliss lulled them into a midday nap.
>Your chest felt tight as you watched them from above.

>They were one of several scattered ponies out enjoying some stress relief at the game today.
>Some ponies had even been inspired by Anon and Rarity, you noted.
>You don’t blame them.
>Anon using his fingers like that looked amazing.
>Just thinking about his little fingers, twisting around in your marehood, going after all your weak spots…
>You swallowed, instinctively arching your back and letting out a whine.

>Watching Anon and Rarity had make you feel… well…
>A long, viscous strand of mare fluid dripped down onto your cloud, soaking into the fluffy texture.
>Plenty of fluid had already soaked into your coat and on the underside of your multicolored tail.
>But it was more than that.
>You’ve gotten heated before, sure, but this was Anon, so you found yourself a little irked still, and there was that familiar squirmy sensation in your stomach too.
>You gritted your teeth and smacked your face into the cloud-fluff.
>Celestia damn-it, why?
>Your stomach felt like it was twisted into a knot just thinking about being in Rarity’s place.
>Why did Anon make you feel so weird all the time!
>Nopony else did this to you.
>Why did he make you feel all dizzy and tingly and junk?

>I mean sure, you did get to watch him and one of your best friends play with each other, and s-she got to taste his cum in her mouth.
>You even got to see a little flash of his big human— c-cock.
>The thought barely finished in your head before your back legs trembled, tail hiking practically over your back as your stomach did another flip.
>You growled under your breath and clenched your eyes shut..
>Your body was screaming to breed with him—to just swoop down, bend over, and beg him to start pounding away at your aching marehood.
>But...

>You could feel moisture welling up at the corners of your eyes.
>Stupid asshole… he didn’t even want to screw you.
>All this time you thought he liked you.
>You never had a male friend like Anon before; someone who you could share all of yourself with and not feel afraid.
>But it was all a lie.
>All those times he made up excuses… all those times he said he couldn’t have sex with you.

>He just didn’t want to.

>A tired groan left you and flopped over on your back.
>Fuck him.
>Fuck him and that stupid pretty boy face.
>He made you feel all messed up and horny and angry and AGH!
>It wasn’t fair!
>Your chest pumped as you jumped to your hooves, ready to dart down there and just… do… something…
>What would you even do?
>Yell at him?
>Hit him?
>I mean why not!?
>He deserved as much, right?
>...right?
>You imagined hitting Anon and a cold feeling ran through you.
>No… You didn’t want to hurt him...
“Dammit.”
>You flopped down on your belly, then rolled over, rested a foreleg over your eyes.

“Anon, you big jerk... “
>A small voice whispered in the back of your mind ‘at least he’s trying’.
>As much as he ticked you off, you had to admit he WAS trying.
>And making progress.
>Rarity had done a lot—his progress today showed as much.
>Anon was still infuriatingly half-assed and hesitant about some things, but he really did an amazing job getting Rarity off.
>She came HARD.
>You’d know.
>You’ve relieved her plenty of times and she only squirted and shook that hard once or twice. 
>Celestia, how long had it been since you came that hard anyways?
>Those fingers looked amazing…
>He could probably mess you right up, make you a big quivering mess without even putting his cock in you.

>And Anon!
>His face when he came sent sparks up your spine.
>You squeezed your thighs together, heart thudding in your chest.
>At the same time, that strange, wormy feeling surged in your center.
>You put a hoof to your tummy, pressing against the fur as if it could somehow ease the strange sensation.
>It felt like you were doing flips right now.
>And on top of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about Rarity’s mouth on his cock.
>Your marehood winked, pushing out another generous glob of juice.
>Celestia you needed to cum really bad now too.
>You were just this big twisted up ball of messed up feelings and you have no clue what to do about it.
>Maybe there’s something wrong with you…
>Those feelings had only gotten worse the last few days.
>Maybe it was just the hope that Anon would give you a chance soon.
>He might not want to fuck you but you could just ask now, right?
>Or was it too soon still?
>You groaned, flipping over onto your stomach.
>What you’d give to just stop feeling this way.
>When did it even begin?
>It had been a slow thing.
>Anon had been your friend for a while and you loved spending time with him.
>But one day you realized something was off and it was too late to stop it.

--

>Your breath was ragged and heavy, fur soaked in sweat.
>A faint blush had spread across your cheeks, and your heart thundered in your chest.
>A mare nearby clicked a stopwatch, scribbled something on a card then handed it to you.
>You smiled as you read the number and couldn’t help doing a little dance.
>19:56

>The Running of the Leaves, like most pony traditions, represented an opportunity for you.
>In particular, a physical event like The Running was a chance to better yourself, to go beyond your old limits and prove how much faster you’d gotten since last year.
>And also beat Applejack.
>You liked beating Applejack.


>But it was foremost a chance to show off a little, and as a bonus, maybe get some dick at the end.

>After such a long run, and with everypony working up a sweat, the finishing area would be drenched in musk.
>And physical activity worked up an appetite.
>A kinky appetite.
>So while The Running wasn’t a sexual event, it had become a tradition to hold a small fair near the finishing area that tended to those needs.
>Enterprising ponies could make a few bits for their businesses or charities, and you could get some potent, exotic relief that left you satisfied for days.
>All and all, it was something ponies looked forward to, even if they didn’t participate in the run.

>As you trotted into the fairgrounds, you found yourself quickly surrounded by all manner of booths for every kind of need.
>Thirsty after the run? Check out Delly’s Lemonade.
>Hungry? There were fair food wagons lining the dirt paths.
>Horny?
>You licked your lips as you surveyed the sexual relief booths.
>Yeah, there was that too.

>Wait...
>You paused as you looked across at the booths, bobbing your chin as you counted them.
>Only five this year?
>Where was Pokey’s pumpeler?
>You’d saved up a ton of bits to have him ream you.
>All the other booths were run by mares or used toys or machines to simulate a dick.
>You were real sick of mare tongue right now and needed something big and thick in you.
>It’d been weeks since you had a real stallion rut you with how few there were in ponyville…
>But it was more than that.
>There was honestly something to be said about being with a stallion that you had chemistry with.
>Sure, you could grab a stranger, and you did often enough when your libido got too much to bare, but when you really wanted to feel that leg shaking, spine tingling feeling that lit up every pleasure nerve, the kind of orgasms that made your mind go blank and made you a quivering, drooling mess?
>Well for those, you needed a guy who knew what you liked.
>And Pokey knew how to mess you up in just the right way.

>He knew what did it for a lot of mares honestly—it was a talent of his.
>Pokey was one of Ponyville’s studs, with the license and everything, which also meant he was busy and a lot of mares competed for his attention.
>You’d pay him to get you special attention if you could, Tartarus a lot of mares would, but he never felt comfortable accepting bits like that.
>He got a bag of coins from the crown to keep up the good work every month, as well as plenty of appreciation from townsfolk, and to him, that was all he wanted.
>Pokey insisted it shouldn’t be about bits if he was going to keep being a stud—it was just something you did to help ponies out, not because there was something in it for you, and as much as you hate to admit it, he was probably right.
>That meant, if you wanted a serious, full attention session with him, you had to wait for special events where he’d set up a charity booth.
>The schoolhouse always needed repairs, school supplies, and new books after all.
>But…
>You grumbled, staring down the empty plot of land.
>Where the hay was he?

>AJ came trotting over to you, breathing heavy and holding her finishing card.
>You gave her a smug look and flashed your timecard.
“Read it and weep, AJ. I win this year.”
>She was only two minutes behind but it felt good to beat a rival.

>Applejack rolled her eyes as she worked to catch her breath.
>”Well Dash, I gotta say, y’all did pretty good this year. I guess I’ll have ta actually try next time.”

>You smirked and gave her a shove.
“In your dreams, AJ. I’ll blow you away next year too.”

>She chuckled and gave you a good natured shove back.
>”We’ll see about that, partner. I just felt like giving you a chance this time is all.”

>“Aha, there you are. We were wondering when you two would finish.”

>You turned to see Rarity and Fluttershy, both carrying over bottles of water. 
>”Um, you did really good this year, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy said, handing you a drink.

“Aah, thanks, Fluttershy. It was nothing,” you said, taking the bottle from her and gulping it down.
>It wasn’t nothing.
>You trained your tail off for that time, but you weren’t going to let Applejack know that.

>”Are Anonymous and Twilight still running?” Rarity said, looking out across the home stretch. 
>“Oh, I hope the poor dear is doing alright. It’s his first run—what if it’s too long? He was pacing himself when you last saw him, yes?”

>You perked up at that.
>Anon ran today?
>Your face lit up and you couldn’t help but bounce a little in place.
>Heck yeah!
>Anon was super cool and that was one more male that could take you to pound town.
>Though… Twilight’s probably been drowning him in her scent by now.
>You deflated at that.
>He’d probably mount her the moment they crossed the finish line and wouldn’t be in the mood for anything else like usual.
>For a guy who got erections real easy, he had an annoyingly low sex drive.
>You grumbled under your breath.
>Darnit, you really liked Anon and still haven’t gotten a turn with him yet…

>Applejack took a deep swig from her bottle then screwed the cap back.
>”Relax, Rarity. Anon’s a lot more durable than he looks. S’helped me and Mac a few times now when we needed it, and if’n he has any trouble, Twilight’s right there with him.”

>“Oh, and um, remember when he taught us that Hand Egg game?” Fluttershy said. “They may not be fast, but Hyoomans can run for an awful long time.”

>Yeah, you remember that day.
>Even though you weren’t allowed to fly, you still outmatched his speed by miles.
>But you remember how happy he looked just playing the game.
>And at the end of the day, Anon had put up a good fight.
>You still remember the way he smiled at you—red faced, sweaty, and gasping for breath—and the way he told you ‘good game’.
>Something about that made you feel really weird.
>Not guilty of course.
>You deserved that win and he made you work for it with his crazy passes.
>It was… something else…
>He just looked so cute and you had so much fun that day.
>No other pony made you feel like that.
>It was impossible to know what to make of it, and that was strangely concerning for you.

>Anyhow, he’d finish for sure.
>You were more concerned with what he wanted to do after the race.
>You shifted your weight back and forth, flicking your tail nervously as you watched groups of ponies pass by and begin to mill about.
>Their scents hit you immediately and you stifled a whine.
>A few of the males were already dropped from their sheaths, cocks dangling tantalizingly between their legs.

>Several got water from tables that had been set up and made idle chatter with one another.
>They’d eventually make their way to the different booths to get relief, or grab a mare who smelled inviting.
>There’d be time to snag somepony, but you felt anxious with how many kept passing you up without saying anything.
>The gender ratio wasn’t too bad in Ponyville but there were still only so many males to go around.

>“Shew, Rainbow, y’all gonna be okay over there? You’re lookin’ mighty anxious.” Applejack said, raising an eyebrow.

>You blinked.
“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess just thinking…”

>”You sure, sugarcube? Because you look more cock hungry than a wolf in a chicken coop. Y’all want some relief or anythin? Ya got us right here.”

“I’m kinda holding out for a stallion right now,” you mumbled.

>”Oh, well speaking of relief,” Rarity said, turning to Fluttershy. “We have a lot of work to do.”

>”What’d y’all cook up this year?” AJ asked.

>”Well, Fluttershy and I are going to be handling a nice little gangbang booth a little ways down the path.”

>Your eyes widened and you glanced back at Fluttershy.
>The pegasus met your eyes then looked away, nodding meekly.
>Holy horseapples, she’s really going to do it?

>A gangbang booth was something only one or two ponies attempted to run a year, and it was a rough time to say the least. 
>The cost for using the booth mare was only a few bits and you could do whatever you wanted so long as it didn’t hurt.
>It was a bargain, and attendance was realistically only limited to how many ponies the booth could fit.
>At the size of a small pig pen, that was anywhere between five and ten ponies.
>The mare at the center of it all would be an absolute mess at the end, drenched in both male and female cum, spit, and her own fluids.
>Not to mention mind meltingly cum drunk.
>There was even a bet each year on how long a mare would last before she’d start to get that fucked silly look.
>The booth was one of the most popular as a way to get a quick, cheap fuck in, so the bits were lucrative, but that didn't mean it was easy.
>It was still hours of being endlessly reamed like a fucktoy.

>Last year, Rarity partnered up with Nurse Redheart.
>Rares made enough to launch her new store in Canterlot, and handled herself pretty well all things considered, while Redheart did it to raise money for the foals hospital in Manehattan and… well she got enough bits for a whole new wing, but she hadn’t handled it nearly as well as Rarity.
>Redheart came out of it physically sore as all tartarus and got fucked so silly she “broke” for a while.
>She recovered, but it was safe to say that, with the foals hospital in better shape than ever, Redheart would be bowing out this year.
>That meant Rarity needed a mare to help her split the load.
>Thinking of poor Fluttershy getting plowed that long and hard made you worried.

“You sure you can handle that, Fluttershy?”

>Fluttershy’s ears lay back and a small tremor ran through her.
>”Oh, um, well, I really need the bits for the animals right now since a new bear came in, and even though it’s kinda scary taking care of that many ponies, I think I can do it. They’re just going to use me—”
>She gulped.
>”—a lot.”

>Rarity put a hoof around the nervous mare.
>”Don’t worry, I’ll be right there with you helpling to service as many as I can. You’ll do wonderful, Darling. Just relax and let them do most of the work. You’re normally so good at dealing with groups, especially stallions.”

>Well so long as they didn’t try to talk to her, yeah.
“Well, Shy, if you’re sure about this...” you said, giving her a questioning look.

>The mare looked for all the world like she’d been told to jump in front of a charging Ursa Major, but she nodded meekly.
>”Yes, I have to. It’s for the animals. I can do it.”

>”You’ll love it once you get into the swing of things, dear,” Rarity said, a wistful look in her eyes. “It’s a wonderful thing, being at the center of all those amourous bodies, all clamoring for a spot around you, dying to be touched and pleased.”

>You rolled your eyes.
>All you want is one dick and a stallion you like, thank you very much.
“So where’s ‘Pokey’s Pummeler’? He’s the only one who can do that thing I like and he’s not set up this year,” you said, gesturing to the empty plot of dirt next to Milky Ways Titjob booth and The Deviant Drake’s toy hut.

>Applejack adjusted her hat and gave the spot a glance.
>”Ya didn’t hear? Pokey’s got Hair Trigger's disease. Can’t hardly move without blowing his load all over the place. Poor stud’s in bed, missing all the fun.”

>You winced.
“Jeeze… well maybe I can ask Jack Hammer or Bulk then? Or maybe Anon if Twilight gets done with him?”

>“Ya might not have the luxury of choice, Dash,” AJ said. “You’re probably better off just grabbing whoever you can find, and without Pokey taking a few mares outta the crowd, I’d say most stallions are gonna be tapped out if ya wait too long.”

“It’ll be fine, AJ. I got time,” you said, mostly trying to reassure yourself as you looked around for a partner.
>More and more stallions kept walking by and picking out mares around you.

--
 
>The sounds of sizzling food and the steady murmur of the crowds filled your ears as you plopped down at a wooden table, eager to stop the rumbling in your belly.
>You snapped off a bite of your carrot dog and chewed with purpose, eyes still scanning over the crowd.
>The smell of fresh cum and the sounds of moans still made it to you here, all the way in the food court, you noted.
>Though maybe that was some sorta ultra slut sense kicking in, considering how pent you were.
>Who knew…
>All you knew was right now, things could be better.

>The sun sat low in the sky, shrouding the area in an orange glow as ponies milled about, some clearly having been satisfied by some source of another as evidenced by their cum smeared fur and blissful expressions.
>So far a few mares had asked for your help, and you’d let one colt use your mouth, but you hadn’t been able to get relief from the stallions you wanted.
>There was a list of ten but none of them could help you for one reason or another.
>Most were already busy with other mares or drained by the time you found them, or in the case of Anon, totally AWOL!
>You thought maybe you could settle with at least a strong looking stallion but even that started to seem like a pipe dream at this point.

>Stallions had flocked in droves to Rarity and Fluttershy’s gangbang booth, sometimes even going through the line twice to have a go at them.
>To be fair, that booth often got a lot of attention every year, but with Fluttershy AND Rarity headlining the event, it was a total blowout.
>Much to Fluttershy’s dismay, she’d be taking miles of dick before the sun even set.
>Rarity was probably basking in all that sex right about now, you thought, taking another bite.

>Those two really were popular with the guys...
>I mean, it made sense really.
>Rarity was gorgeous, and had heaps of sex appeal.
>On top of that, she was just a really good lay.
>And Fluttershy, well, with the legs and face of a supermodel, and the demeanor that screamed ‘use me however you want’, it wasn’t hard to see why she attracted so much male attention.

>Suddenly a white mohawk poked out from a throng of ponies, heading towards the sex quarter.
>Thunderlane!
>You shoved the rest of the food in your mouth and zoomed off, chasing after the dark coated pony.
>Thunderlane was far from your first choice, but he could probably keep up a decent pace.
>He never really impressed when you asked for help at work, but he wasn’t bad per se.
>Flitter and Cloudchaser were always screwing him, so he had to be doing something right.
>Maybe just gotta give him the right motivation?

>As you rocketed over the heads of the crowd, his face came into view.
>Your eyes darted downwards, and you let out a happy squeal when you saw his cock, not covered in any mare’s juices, hanging out of its sheath.
>You did a quick loop then headed over to him.
>Looks like you were getting some after all.

--

>Thunderlane pulled out of you slowly, his firm cock dragging against your sensitive marehood as you moaned.
>You let out a long mewl and involuntary clenched around him, not wanting to be left empty.
“H-Harder please,” you gasped out, barely able to keep your hindquarters in the air.
>You were close.
>It had only been a few minutes since you convinced a somewhat hesitant Thunderlane to give you some attention.
>He’d come looking to rut the pegasi twins of course, and even now, kept his head on a swivel as he pumped away, his cock pistoning at a much too gentle rhythm for your liking.
>You like your males to really pound you, the faster and more aggressive the better.
>At least he had the size and musculature, but would it kill him to be a little rough?
>A-And maybe give you a compliment or two?
>That’d be nice… but you can’t just ask for that.
>You could, however, tell him to stop being such a slowpoke.

“Thunderlane, come ooon,” you whined, looking back at him with a glower.
>He slowed his thrusting and you tsked, pushing yourself down to the hilt with a slap before he could do it himself.
“Hey, don’t slow down!”

>”Sorry, what?”

>You groaned. “I said, harder. I really need this, okay? And maybe, you could... you know. You know what I like, right?”
>He gave you a blank look.
”Oh come on! Just lay into me! Rough me up and stuff. I know you can, I’ve seen you do it with other mares.”

>He sighed.
>”Look, Dash,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m trying to save my energy for some other mares, okay? Your friends are running the gangbang stall, right?”

>You furrowed your brow.
“Yeah, Fluttershy and Rarity… So what?”

>“Well, Flitter really loves Fluttershy and we made plans to fuck her at the same time. Been looking forward to it all day. And just—It’s fine if you need help at work but… I don’t know Dash, you’re just not my type is all.”

>You paused, not sure what to say to that.
>I mean, you figured it’d take a little bit to grab his attention when there were so many mares flagging around here, but you thought you had enough going for you.
>Didn’t you have at least some connection?
>He screwed you enough times at work that you thought he was kinda getting in tune with you.
>Do you really do nothing for him?
“I… do you even want to do this then?”

>He blinked.
>”Huh? What do you mean? I thought you just needed some help getting off.”

“I do. I just thought…”
>You sighed.
“Well I thought you’d be a little more into it,” you said.

>”What does it matter?”

>You opened your mouth to answer but paused.
>He was right in a way.
>What did it matter if Thunderlane had a thing for you or not?
>He’d still get you off.
>But you wanted something more for some reason.
>Truth be told, you’ve asked a fair few stallions to rut you who clearly didn’t care one way or the other, and it never bothered you before. 
>Not everypony was going to be all pent and horny at the same time as you, nor could you guarantee they find you attractive.
>It wasn’t a big deal normally.
>So why’d it bother you so much now?

>Thunderlane tilted his head and leaned down, looking you in the eyes.
>”Dash, you feelin’ okay?”

”Yeah just… I don’t know, I guess I don’t feel like it anymore.”

>“Aw hey, come on, Dash. I didn’t say I wouldn’t give you a good one. Just let me know when you’re close and I’ll go a little harder, just like you want, okay?”

>You pushed a pebble around in the dirt as you mulled the offer over.
>That was really sweet of him, but for whatever reason, it didn't make you feel better.
>It was just so impersonal, and something about that didn’t feel right.
>He wasn’t doing it because he wanted to, or because you wanted to.
>It was because that was part of being a good friend.
>And that felt… kinda lame.

>Ugh, this was so annoying.
>Why was it even a big deal to begin with?
>You briefly wondered if you should just get some relief now and worry about getting something better another day.
>The sun had already started to set and the fair was running down, several ponies starting to head home with happy, satisfied looks.
>You knew you should just take what you can get at this point.
>If you waited any longer, you wouldn’t be getting off till tomorrow, and trying to sleep while horny was the worst.
>But still, something about doing it this way felt so empty.
>Why can’t you just… get a colt to like you.

>No, stop it, Dash.
>He’s trying to be polite for your sake.
>It’d be rude to turn him down now, and there was an ache between your legs that needed tending to.

>You paused, almost afraid to ask. 
“Thunderlane, you really don’t mind? I don’t want you to be forced. I’d rather you enjoy yourself, you know?”

>Thunderlane shrugged. 
>”It’s not a problem. I’ve got nothing better to do while I wait for Flitter,” he said.

>A weight settled on your chest and you rubbed a forehoof.
“Right, heh. Yeah… ”
>With a sigh, you bent over again and presented yourself.
“Alright well, if you’re okay with it, go ahead I guess. And um, thanks for the help.”

>”No problem, Dash.”

>Without further pause, the stallion reared up, lining up his member, then pushed back into your folds.
>You bit your lip, unable to stop yourself from pushing into him and letting out a mewl.
>Thunderlane inched forward as your marehood clamped down on him involuntarily, trying to desperately milk more sensation from his cock while also slowing him down.
>Celestia, you’re never waiting this long again.
>Every inch drove you mad with desire.
>It became a mix of blissful torture as he pushed forward, and finally, you felt his hips tap against your rear.
>A shudder ran through you.
>You wanted to scream at him to just fuck you into the dirt but you bit the words back and waited patiently.
>After several achingly long seconds, he began thrusting again, faster than his original pace, though only marginally so.
>It wasn’t bad, per se, and you soon found yourself letting out little sounds of pleasure as he pumped into you.

>”There you go. You sound like you’re feeling better already.”

>You clenched your eyes shut and bit back another moan.
>Yeah, in a way you were feeling better.
>Maybe you just needed some dick.
>It could be better but it still felt really good admittedly, like a warm shower after a hot day.
>It didn't take long before you were pushed to the edge again, your back legs trembling every so many seconds as bolts of pleasure rolled through your spine.
>A little bit of roughness would send you over.
>You just had to ask and he’d finally treat you the way you wanted.

“N-Now,” you said, breath ragged, hooves digging into the dirt. “I’m close, Thunderlane. Please.”

>Thunderlane paused for half a second then wound back and thrust forward all at once.
>His hips clapped audibly against your ass, sending it rippling and making you squeal.
>You arched your back the pleasure making you dizzy.
”Mmf~” you moan, face now in the dirt. 
>It wasn’t the roughest thrust he could put you through, not by a long shot, but after being treated like a chore this whole time, it felt amazing to finally feel some real force in his thrusts.
>You didn’t want to be made love to.
>You wanted to be fucked.
>You wanted to feel used by someone bigger and stronger than you.
>You wanted big, powerful stallions to slam into you over and over, like they were trying to bruise your womb then dump their hot seed deep inside you.
>The amount of times you came to the fantasy of being bred like that were too numerous to count.

>Thunderlane pulled back then continued to piston, grabbing onto your hips and angling himself downwards.
>Each thrust pushed you into the dirt and your tongue lolled out of your mouth.
>Ooh, now he’s pounding you into the ground.
>That was one of your favorites.

>Your orgasm, which you’d been fighting to reach for a while now, was finally within reach.
>Thunderlane seemed to be able to tell, and gave you one final, mind numbing thrust.
>You came immediately.
>Your legs gave out and you let out a soft cry, marehood spasming around Thunderlane’s cock.
>A long, low moan escaped your throat as you shook, your legs trembling as they were coated in several waves of mare cum.

>Thunderlane held himself there, and you faintly realized he hadn’t came himself even as you spasmed and clamped around his cock, your body desperate to feel his hot seed.
>But it never came, and you realized at the tail end of your orgasmic bliss that he wasn’t even looking at you.
>He’d spotted someone and smiled over at them, giving them a wave.

>”Oh hey, there you are,” he said, as his member slid out of you.
>With no strength in your hindquarters, you flopped to the ground, a small puff of dirt kicking up around you.
>Without anything to keep pushing you onwards, your orgasm echoed through your core for a few more seconds, before fading entirely and leaving you with only a minor tingle.
>Your mind was a blur of muddled emotions—pleasure, shame, annoyance, jealousy—all swirling around in your frazzled mind as out of the corner of your eyes, Flitter trotted up to your partner.

>>”Hey, Thundy,” she said, giving Thunderlane a kiss on the cheek. “Helpin’ Dash out, huh?”

>“Yeah, she really needed some attention.”

>>”You gonna be long? I’m dying to have some fun already. Cloud Kicker’s been edging me all day and I’m so excited. I finally get to screw that cute pegasus and I get to do it with my best fuckbuddy.”
>Flitter gave a girlish squeal, throwing her hooves around Thunderlane.
>>“I can’t wait. We’re gonna rock that little pony’s world.”

>Thunderlane spared you a glance.
>You shakily rose to your hooves, shaking your head as the post-orgasmic fog began to lift.

>”You good Dash? You came, right?”

>You did but you weren’t good.
>Deep down you knew that.
>Right now, more than anything, you felt like garbage.
>When you came, his attention was elsewhere.
>That wasn’t abnormal, or even rude.
>Ponies had stuff to do or things on their mind, and he gave you his time for your sake.
>But something about him not cumming at all, and just not caring once you got off really bothered you.
>It made you feel sick for some reason.
>You felt empty.
>Maybe something is wrong with you?
>Whatever the case, you were through here.
>That much was clear.

“Yeah I’m good. Thanks for your help,” you said, not too convincingly but your breathlessness helped to mask the disappointment.

>Flitter did a little hop, then grabbed Thunderlane’s hoof.
>>“Yes! Alright, now we can go have some fun. C’mon, let’s go!”
>Flitter tugged Thunderlane away, who didn’t spare you so much as a glance or another word.

>You sat there, breathing hard for a little while until strength returned to your legs.
>A cold empty feeling settled in your chest, and before you could really think too long on it, you left the fairgrounds.

--

>There was a lake that sat a few gallops from the edge of whitetail woods.
>It was far enough from the fairgrounds to silence the noises of merriment and pleasure, but not far enough to be out of sight.
>The casual rustle of dry leaves in the wind and gentle ripples of water against the shore surrounded you, a stark contrast to the noisy, sex-filled fairgrounds.
>It was here you found yourself, sitting at waters edge, not knowing whether you wanted to go home or linger a while longer and catch your friends on their way back.
>You wanted to hear about their time, make sure Fluttershy was okay, see how Twilight’s time with Anon went, maybe ask Pinkie what she got up to.
>Pinkie stories were always interesting stories.
>And you wanted to see Anon… it’d be nice to talk to him, even if he was too drained for any fun.

>But at the same time, a big part of you didn’t want to be near anypony for a while.
>Right now you just wanted to be alone.

>You stared at your reflection in the water, adjusting a bit of mane past your cheek, trying a smile before letting it fade and your laying your ears back.
>You gave your eyelashes a little flutter, a small move you’d seen Rarity do a few times to good effect, but all you managed to do was look like a spaz with a blinking problem.
>What are you doing exactly?
>The question echoed in your mind but you forced the answer down.

>You tried a pose, rearing up on two legs, puffing your chest out and trying to look confident.
>No good…
>Your front legs clopped back down and you let out an explosive sigh.
>How do they do it?
>You take care of your mane, wash it twice, keep your teeth clean, coat shiny, wings neatly preened.
>You’re cool and confident—colts go for that stuff, right?
>So why?

>You looked back at your face in the water.
>A tired looking pegasus with dull, rust colored eyes, a boring, sky blue coat, and a strange, multi-toned mane that was too wild and unruly to be called pretty, stared back at you.
>You weren’t pretty.
>The thought came flat and toneless in your mind, but no less true.

>You weren’t pretty.
>Not like Rarity or Fluttershy.
>You sank down to your haunches, eyes lowering.
>I mean, you always knew as much.
>Fluttershy was always a gorgeous pony, and Rarity knew how to maximize her appeal and had a nice body to boot.
>What were you?
>You looked back at your reflection, frown deepening as you scrutinized every bit of yourself for what felt like the thousandth time.
“Not much to look at,” you said bitterly.

>A sound to your side caused one of your ears to swivel and your back to stiffen.
“Who’s there?” you snapped, jumping to your feet.

>Nopony answered.
>Only the faint ripple of water filled your ears.
>Dangit, you definitely heard somepony snort or something.
>Keeping your head low, you headed in the direction of the sound.
>Tall patches of grass, accented with cattails blocked most of your view as you traced along the lake’s edge, but after a few feet, something caught your eye.
>At this point, you’d reached an area closest to the whitetail woods, and a few trees stretched out closer to the lake.
>On an outstretched branch, a blue, nylon t-shirt and a pair of shorts hung, both somewhat damp as they dried in the setting sun.
>There was only one creature you knew who wore clothes that size.
>You pushed forward, parting a path of grass with your snout.
>There, laying out on a large towel was Anon, arms behind his head and a contented smile on his face.
>His eyes lay closed and he let out a low pitched snore.

>You wanted to smack yourself.
>So that’s what that was.
>You’re silently thankful nobody saw you, but you couldn’t ignore the nagging question at the back of your mind.
>What was Anon doing here?
>You thought he was with Twilight getting busy.
>Did he seriously just go for a swim then fell asleep?
>You took a few steps closer, eyeing him up and down, a blush spreading across your muzzle as your eyes traced his body.
>A small pair of undershorts clung to his crotch, outlining his stallionhood quite clearly for you, and his hairless body let you see every muscle.
>You realize idly that this is the first time you’ve seen him with so little on.
>And it’s definitely the first time you got a hint of his stallionhood’s shape and size.
>Every other time you’ve seen him, he wore plenty of clothing to cover himself, which left everypony wondering what he was packing.
>Definitely made you want to find out…
>He probably wouldn’t mind a little peek, right?
>Well, any normal stallion wouldn’t mind, but this was Anon.
>He was really weird about sex in general.
>You’re not sure how he’d feel about you checking out his equipment but…
>Well he didn’t say you COULDN’T check out his cock.
>You’d ask but he’s asleep and waking him would be rude.
>A smile broke out across your face and your tail wagged behind you.
>Yep, sound logic. He can’t be mad if you don’t do anything really. You’re just looking.

>You trotted over, careful not to step on any rocks or errant branches, and came to stand between his legs.
>Damn, he was kinda packing, you thought, eyeing the bulge.
>Your heart beat hard in your chest as you eyed his shorts, a tantalizing outline teasing what lay underneath.
>Something about the way clothes concealed and hinted felt so lewd.
>Maybe it was the denial of it?
>They existed as if to say, no looking, no touching, at least until you unwrap me.
>You gulped.
>Ah, Celestia, this was getting you way too bothered for what it was.
>You’re just curious is all. 
>You didn’t mean to get all horny over it.
>Okay, just do it and get it over with.
>It’s not even a big deal. 
>It’s just his cock.
>You’ve seen a million others.
>You just never saw one on a stallion as big as Anon… and those muscles… the way they moved when he shifted, the way his arms flexed when he passed a ball or how his calves tensed when he chased you...
>He held a lot of power in that body.
>And while his cock wasn’t big for his size, it was pretty big for a pony.
>Another shiver ran through you.
>Dammit, stop thinking so much and just look at it!

>You reached out, hooves shaking but finding their marks on either side of his short’s waistband.
>A long, hot breath slipped from your lips as you pulled his shorts down, slowly, agonizingly, so as to not wake him up.
>The head of his cock popped out suddenly and you flinched, your marehood winking.
>You continued until his shorts were about at his ankles and his member was on full display for you.
>Whatever he was dreaming about had left him at half chub and you couldn’t help but lick your lips.
“Wow…” you said breathlessly, careful to keep your voice low.
>The color was different—that was the first thing you noticed, and there was no sheath to speak of.
>It all just hung out there, for anyone to see.

>Then the scent hit you.

>Your nostrils flared and the deep musk of a male enveloped your senses and you let out an involuntary moan.
>H-Holy, sun.
>He smelled so good.
>You inched your snout closer, giving his sleeping face a few glances before finally going in.
>Your snout shoved right up against his scrotum and you hummed.

>The smell sent a tingle through your body, and you realized it smelled somewhat familiar.
>Everytime you played games with Anon you’d always kept getting horny from something.
>Now you know why.
>This whole time you’d been getting little whiffs of his musk.
>Now, with it this close, this pure and unfiltered, it was hard to think.
>The scent wrapped around your mind, demanding all of your attention.
>You clenched your back legs and rubbed your inner thighs together.
>You want to taste him.
>Your tongue darted out and you gave one of his balls a gentle lick.
>Wow… it was… kinda hard to describe actually.
>Reminded you of dough, pleasant and mostly tasteless, with a bit of a salty aftertaste.
>You’ve tasted a lot of stallion cock and they all had sorta fruity flavors.
>You gave him another long lick and a jolt of excitement rolled through you when it twitched.

“Ooh, somebody’s getting excited,” you said, giggling to yourself as his penis stirred.
“Let’s see how big you get!”

>Anon jerked, gave a loud snort, and suddenly sat up.
>You ducked down, your ears snapping back.
>Shit! You said that way too loud.
>Pleasedon’tbemad pleasedon’tbemad.

>He turned and squinted at the low sun for a moment, shielding his eyes with a hand before turning and looking at you.
>Anon froze.
>SHIT FILLY, YOU DID IT NOW.

>”Rainbow?” he said, in an adorably sleepy voice.

“H-Hey, Anon!” you said, giving him a sheepish smile. “Aheh, want to um… have sex maybe?”

>”Wha...?” 
>He looked down and his eyes shot open.
>”Holy! What the fuck, Dash!”
>Anon shot to his feet, nearly knocking you over, and jerked his shorts back over his cock.

>You snapped to your feet a second later heart pounding in your chest.
>Oh no no no no!
>He was pissed.
“I didn’t do anything, I swear. It was a little taste and I was curious! Please, I’m sorry!”

>”Dash, what’s wrong with you! You just—!”
>Anon stopped, his expression changing when he met your eyes.

“W-What?” you said, frown deepening. “Is there something on my face?”

>He sighed, and readjusted his undershorts.
>“No I just… nevermind, Rainbow.”

“Are you mad at me?” you whispered, just loud enough to hear in the quiet.

>”No, Rainbow. I just don’t want to have sex right now.”
>He shook his head and turned to get his clothes.

>Oh… Okay.
>You sank back to your haunches.
>Maybe you could go home with him and he’ll tell you when he’s ready?
>Yeah! A sleepover with Anon would be awesome!
>You looked up at him, excitement bubbling up in your chest as you opened your mouth to ask, but stopped.
>Actually… he might not want to have sex with you at all.
>Anon kinda had a low libido.
>Only had sex with a few mares now and then as far as the girls had told you, and none of them had gotten a chance with him yet.
>It made you really wonder who his favorites were.
>All you knew was, whoever they were, you weren’t one of them.
>In all the time he’s been your friend, he never asked you for help. 
>Your ears folded back.
>He might not even see you in a sexual light at all.
>I mean, if you asked, he’d probably help you out still, right?
>He was your friend.
>He just… might not feel that way about you.

>”Hey, you doing okay, Dash?”

>You looked up and realized Anon was fully clothed now and staring at you.
“Huh? OH, uh, sorry. Just thinking is all.”
>You waved a hoof, trying to make it look nonchalant.
“No big deal, dude. Don’t worry about it.”

>He stood there for a few seconds, simply watching you.
>Somehow just doing that made you feel little, and it wasn’t the height.
>The way Anon looked at you sometimes made you feel weird, like he could take you in, size you up and understand you in a way you couldn’t fully understand yourself.
>I mean he was an alien after all.
>Maybe he could?
>All you knew was that you found yourself held there, frozen in place as he looked at you with those deep green eyes.
>In that moment, it felt like things slowed down, the beating of your heart a little heavier, each breath measured and deliberate.
>It was just you and him, with the quiet of the lake lapping at the shore.
>Then he chuckled, and the spell was broken.

>”You’re a bad liar,” he said, giving you a tap on your snout. “The Dash I know would have been much grumpier if I told her no, especially when it comes to sex. Something’s eating you.”

>You blushed and got to your hooves.
“Whuh? No! Whadya mean? I said it’s no big deal so it’s no big deal. What do you know about me anyhow?”

>He smirked.
>“I know your left wing twitches when you lie for one.”

>”WHAT!?”
>You spun around, trying to get a look at your wing.
>”No way! Ugh, for real?”
>Dangit, how long was that giving you away!?
>And who told him?
>Was it Pinkie? It had to be Pinkie.
>She was the only one of your friends who would have figured something like that out.
>Ooh, Celestia dammit, how are you supposed to look him in the face now?
>Maybe you could tie your wings down or wear a jacket?
>Ugh, no those feel awful.

>Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Anon laughing and you stopped, slowly turning to him.
>You narrowed your eyes as he put a fist to his lips, trying his best to stifle a fierce giggling fit and already failing.

“My wing doesn’t twitch when I lie—does it?”

>When he spoke it sounded like a balloon losing air. 
>“Nope.”

>You could already feel the blush spreading across your scrunching muzzle.
“A-Anon you big jerk!” you said, flying up and trying to hit him in the chest.
>He batted away your hooves and eventually grabbed you.
>Anon deftly turned you around, pressing your wings to his chest to prevent you from flapping, and wrapped his arms around your barrel, pinning your hooves to your sides.
“Argh, Anon! Let me go so I can hit you!”

>”You’re not making a very compelling argument there, Dashy,” he said with a smirk.

“Come on! Just one good punch. You totally deserve it, you big doofus!”

>“Hey, who you calling a doofus, doofus? You’re the one who fell for it.”

“Well yeah, but you don’t gotta be such a smug, butt-head about it!”

>Anon laughed, a strangely musical sound when mixed with the gentle wind.
>You don’t really know why, but something about the way it sounded eased your embarrassment just a bit.

>“Alright, alright I gotcha,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to be such a butt-head. You just looked so cute and nervous all of a sudden. I couldn’t help it.”

>You stilled.
>Cute?
>Was he teasing you?
>He had to be… 
“W-Well whatever, fine. Just put me down already.”

>”You going to behave?”

“Anon, I’m not a yearling!”

>”No, but you’re fussy like one.”

“ANON!”

>”Alright, alright, I’m sorry, jeeze.”

>He let you go and you glided back to your spot next to him, giving him a glare as you went about fixing your ruffled wings.
>Stupid, Anon.
>He was cute but he could be a real butt.

>Anon just shook his head, ruffled your mane, then sat back down on his towel, crossing his legs.
>“So, something happen at the fair?”

>You snorted.
”Wouldn’t you like to know...”

>He ignored that comment, simply staring at you and trying to read your expression, almost as if he expected you to give some insight as you preened yourself.
>Or just tell him.
>Well that’s too bad, monkey boy. You’re not giving him the satisfaction.
>He could mess with you all he wanted. You didn’t have to tell him anything.
>I mean… even if you wanted to talk to him about it, where would you even begin?
>You didn’t understand your problem at all.
>All you really had was a big, gross ball of twisted up emotions and no idea what to do with it.
>What was he going to do, make you pretty and girly so guys liked you more?
>You paused on that thought.
>Well… he was a guy.
>Maybe he could give some advice at least?

>Your preening slowed to a stop, and you looked up at him curiously.
>No smirk, no laughing—just Anon watching you carefully, waiting on you to say something.
>You felt your thoughts slip as you met his exotic, alien eyes, getting lost in them all over again.
>Something about that look just made you feel… well like things were going to be okay, somehow.

>You furrow your brow.
>When did you get so comfortable around Anon anyways?
>You still remember a time when he put you on edge—his teeth and weird scent used to make you nervous—but here you were, sitting by his side and feeling… strangely content.
>That should have seemed odd since it sounded so boring in your head to just sit together.
>Yet here you were, enjoying it.
>He held no judgement in his gaze, no demands for conversation.
>He just watched you, as if looking for something.

>What did eyes like his see in you, you wonder.
>You were friends and he liked spending time with you, but what did he really think of you? 
>What did he think about your coat, your mane colors, or the size of your tuft?
>Was Anon a big tuft kind of colt or was he okay with what you had?
>Did he think your hair was too messy or would he like it better straight?
>Would you look girlier with a bow or was that too much?
>Shoot, you don’t think you could pull off a bow.

>>”You just looked so cute and nervous all of a sudden. I couldn’t help but smile.”
>His words echoed in your mind and you bit your lip.
>Why would he say something like that?
>Anon liked to tease you sometimes but it was all in good fun.
>He wouldn’t tease you about your looks, right?
>Did he actually think you were cute?

“Anon, what do you think of me?”
>Your heart thundered in your chest the moment the words left your mouth and you realized what you just said.
>WHAT! Why’d you just come out with it like that!
>Oh Celestia, now he’s going to think you’re super lame or something.

>”What do you mean? Like as a friend?” he said, tilting his head in a way that looked frustratingly adorable.
>”Well I don’t know how you feel but I really like spending time with you, Rainbow. I guess I just feel like I can be myself around you.”
 
>Dangit, Anon, that’s not what you meant.
>Why’d he have to pick now to be dense.
“Er, well… thanks I guess, but I mean more like—you know? As a mare?” you said, the last part coming out more as a whisper.

>He quirked an eyebrow at you.
>”As a mare?”

“Yes!” you said, gritting your teeth. “Do I have to spell it out for you! I want to know what you think, okay! And I need you to be honest. I…”
>You trailed off, looking away.
“I don’t know who else I can ask.”

>Anon searched your face for a moment before responding.
>“Where is this coming from exactly? You’re like the most confident mare I know.”

“Maybe on the outside,” you said, ruefully. “This is just between you and me, Anon, but, look I—I had this thing at the fair with a coworker and it didn’t go well. I couldn’t get him interested and he treated it like a chore.”

>”So? I thought disinterested sex was normal.”

“Well, it is sometimes,” you said, rolling your head to the side. “But this isn’t the first time it happened. Fluttershy and Rarity on the other hoof make it look so easy. They’ve got stallions practically swarming them all the time and I—well I’m not them.”
>You got up and started to pace.
“I don’t know how to style my mane or look cute. I’m not girly, and I don’t have their legs or their butts or their tufts and you’re a guy so just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it, okay!” 
>It all started pouring out of you.
“I just… I hate this! I don’t know why this bothers me so much because I’m still getting laid but I never feel better when it’s over. And when they don’t care it really bothers me for some reason and I feel really empty and I don’t know why!”
“I’m getting passed up for other mares all the time it starts to sting more and more because I try really hard to be good at sex but I suck at it, yet even if I was good, it wouldn’t even matter because I’m just a big tomcolt and I’m not cute or pretty like they are!"
>A few crows took off on the forest border as you belted out the last sentence.
>You stood, panting, wings flared, without a clue in the world why you were venting right now.
>But you were doing it.

>Anon looked at you like you’d just grown a second head.
>After a few awkward moments, he finally said something.
>”Dash, I don’t—I’m not sure what to say to you.”

>You nodded, your tail wrapping around your legs.
>How would he?
“Anon, I—I’m sorry for dumping this on you. It’s really lame huh? Look, I’ll just go—”
>You were cut off as Anon’s arms wrapped around you and you found your chin pressed against his shoulder.
>Time seemed to slow in that moment as you felt his heat wash over you, his strength holding you close, his heartbeat thudding against your chest.
>There had been a tightness in your core the whole evening, you realized.
>You hadn’t really known it was there until now.
>Because in that moment it unraveled and all you were left with was the sensation of falling.
>Fresh tears ran down our cheeks as all the bottled emotion from who knows how long flowed out of you.
>You took a deep breath, like your first in ages, and pressed back into him.
>It didn’t matter why or how.
>All that mattered was you needed this, whatever it was.
>He brought his hand behind your head, and gently ran his fingers through your mane.

>“Dash?”

>You didn’t answer.
>You didn’t have the strength in your voice or the courage to right now.
>All you were left with was weakness.

>“You’re one of the most beautiful ponies I know.”

>You gripped him tighter as the ache in your chest doubled.
“Nooo,” you said, voice muffled by his shirt.

>”No, you listen to me, Dash. I don’t know who this coworker is, but he’s an idiot, okay? You’re amazing just the way you are. You don’t have to do a damn thing to change, and I’ll beat up anyone who says otherwise.”

>You snickered.
“Anon, you can’t go around beating up ponies.”

>”Screw it. He deserves it. I’ll just explain everything to the authorities and they’ll understand once they see you.”

>You pulled away and looked up at him, a smile on your face now.
“Anon, you’re a big dork, you know that?”

>He shrugged, giving you that stupid smirk again.
>“Isn’t my fault they can’t see how awesome you are.”

>You chuckled, feeling the weight in your chest lifting just a bit.
“Heh, I guess I’m pretty awesome, yeah.”

>”The best.”

“The best…” you said, laying your head against his shoulder and climbing into his lap.

>The two of you stayed that way for a time as the sun began to sink over the horizon.
>The brilliant orange-yellow light bounced across the lake, sparkling in the errant waves as pink clouds lazily drifted overhead.
>It felt peaceful here, with just the two of you.
>Any other time you’d feel compelled to do some flying, maybe show off a little, but right now you felt content to just snuggle into Anon.
>His large frame felt comforting, and his hands idly ran through your fur as you watched the sun set.
>Anon really was a good friend.

“Hey, Anon?”

>”Mm?”

“Um, I don’t know exactly who you’re going to for sex, but I was just wondering, if you don’t mind, maybe I can help too?”

>He didn’t answer, his idle petting slowing to a stop.
“You don’t have to!” you said, sitting up. “I mean I just… I kinda want to do it with you. And you said… so I thought maybe...”
>He gave you a squeeze, rubbing a hand against your side.
>You suppressed a moan and pressed back into him.
>Celestia that felt nice…

>”It’s fine, Dash. I meant what I said, okay? You really are a beautiful pony and any stallion would be lucky to have you.”
>You felt your face heat up and you squirmed a bit hearing that.
>”It’s just that I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. It’s—I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Then don’t,” you said.
“Just promise me, that when you're ready, you’ll let me help too.”

>He didn’t answer right away, but eventually Anon nodded and pulled you closer.
>“Okay, I promise. You’ll be my first.”

--

>Wind whipped past your face as you flew faster, trying to ignore the tears streaming across the sides of your face.

>At the time you didn’t know what he meant by his first.
>All you could focus on was the promise itself and how happy you felt hearing that from him.
>It didn’t matter which first he was saving for you, just that he saved a spot for you among his mares.
>Then you found out he’d been masterbating the whole time.
>Celestia, you were so stupid.
>You wanted to hit him, just deck him right in that stupid, cute face of his today.
>It would have been so stupid and wrong, but it would have felt good.
>He deserved to hurt a little too.

>It was hard to say why you started following him after the truth came out and your friends intervened.
>You honestly expected him to lie to your friends the whole time they tried to help, to betray their efforts and their trust in him, just like he did to you.

>But then you saw him trying.

>You saw him, out of his element, uncomfortable and nervous, and still trying his best.
>And somehow that pissed you off even more because it was confusing.
>You’re not sure what to believe now.
>Well, no matter the case, you were through watching.
>You wanted the truth from him, once and for all.

>You slammed down on Twilight’s castle balcony, the stonework chipping under your hooves, and after steadying yourself, you trotted in.
>It didn’t take long to find her.
>Twilight sat at her usual reading desk in her study, a few papers strewn about and a quill in her aura as she took notes.
>Probably getting her teaching materials ready for Anon.
>Good, that’ll make things simpler.

>Twilight, blinked and turned as you approached.
>”Hey, Rainbow, I’m just getting rea—”
>She did a double take.
>“Whoa, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” you said, flatly. “I just need your help, okay?”

>She looked like she might argue for a moment but thought better of it.
>”Sure. What do you need, Rainbow?”

>You steadied yourself, taking a deep breath.
>A big part of you wanted to run and not face him again after all this.
>You have no clue what will happen if you’re in a room with him again, seeing him look at you the way he does.
>But you had to.
>You had too many questions still.
>And you weren’t going to wait any longer.
>You’d thought long and hard about how you’d get the truth out of him, and you always kept coming back to this.
>Maybe there was another way, but right now, this was the only way you could think about.

“Twilight, I want to be part of your lesson with Anon.”

 --

>Be Pinkie Pie
>There was a kind of buzz in the air as you sat on your Crystal throne, box of freshly baked blueberry muffins by your side as hopefully celebratory muffins and not conciliatory muffins.
>You were barely able to keep yourself still, mind racing through scenario after scenario.
>It reminded you that you were, in nearly all situations, not good at sitting still, OR, thinking still.
>Was thinking still even a thing?
>You definitely couldn’t stop thinking.
>That was hard.


>In any case, today your usual pep-in-your-step energy had twisted into the grump-in-the-dumps kind of energy—nervous, scared, muddy energy.
>Yuck...
>Hopefully everyone hurries up and gets here already so you could get the good news.
>Or the bad news.
>Or the good and bad news.
>Hopefully it was good news.

>Today marked Anon’s first progress report, and depending on how well he did with Rarity, he’d either move on and learn more lessons with Twilight, or, well... 
>If he hadn’t made progress, or if he’d gotten worse you’re not sure what would happen.
>If you and your friends couldn’t help him, would anypony be able to?
>Your frown deepened.
>Would he be able to make any friends?
>Would he end up alone because nopony understood he was different?
>A sick, dull feeling settled into the pit of your stomach and you could feel your eyes begin to water.
>Nonny didn’t like being alone...
>Well if nopony would be his friend, you’d just have to be the bestest, most dedicated friend ever to make up for it, because even if he didn’t let you do anything, he was still Nonny.
>And you really really liked Nonny.

>A door creaked open behind you and you turned, all of your previous anxiety coming back like a tidal wave.
>Twilight trotted in with several books and paper stacks in her magic, a chipper smile on her face.
>She looked up from a paper and went to wave hello then flinched when she saw you.
>“Uh…”

“Hi, Twilight!” you yelled across the room, trying to keep your eye from twitching. “Nervous?”
>Shoot you felt it twitching.

>Twilight looked you over, mouth hanging open before she shook her head and came over to the table.
>“Pinkie, you doing okay?” she asked, putting her things on the map.

“YEP! Never better,” you said, beaming. “Can’t wait to see how Nonny’s doing. Really hoping my buddybestbuddy doesn't move away or something cuz he doesn’t have friends and everyone thinks he’s mean when he’s the sweetest human ever and that makes me really scared. Why?” 

>Twilight stared at you for a good few seconds, mouth opening and closing as she struggled to come up with an appropriate answer to that.
>”Erm… Pinkie, you’re shaking.”

>You looked down at yourself and saw tremors running through your hindlegs.
“HA! It’s like a little earthquake. Woopsie. Well you know I may be a teensy bit nerve wracked over it and all. I dunno. Just, you know, it’s Nonny and if he goes away I don’t know what I’d do, ya know?”

>”It’s going to be okay, Pinkie. Anon’s magic circuit is perfectly fine and plenty of ponies like him. He’s just got some bad habits he needs help with, that’s all.”

“Y-Yeah? Great.” you say, but you’re not the slightest bit relieved.
>You really hope she’s right.
>A Ponyville without Anon didn’t sound very fun at all.
>He’s kinda spoiled you, admittedly.
>Before Anon came along, you were perfectly content with the town as it was.
>But you’re not sure what you’d do without him now.
>The last few days taught you as much.
>You loved to share all your silly ideas, musings, jokes, and questions with Anon, and he always had something witty to say in return.
>And he’d always play around with you, no matter how wild you got, as long as it wasn’t dangerous anyhow.
>He was the yin to your yang, the other popsicle stick in a double pop, the 13th donut in your bakers dozen.
>Without him around, well, things weren’t the same.
>Your friends were amazing but you always felt like you couldn’t share everything with them.
>Anon was different. 
>He knew when you were being silly, and when you were being serious but different.
>A lot of ponies didn’t really understand you, and that was okay!
>It’s okay to be a little out there, because it makes life fun and makes ponies happy.
>You just don’t want to be out there alone.
>But it wasn’t just that.
>You got worried whenever he isolated himself.
>More than anything, you wanted to see Nonny and know he was alright.
>You miss him…

>Rarity chose that moment to slam open the doors on the opposite side of the room.
>She stood, chest pushed out and a bright smile on her face as she trotted over to the map.
>>”Twilight, Pinkie,” she said, nodding to you in turn. “Ciao, Darlings~ how have you been? Oh Pinkie, you look absolutely frozen shivering like that. Do you need me to get you a scarf or a hat? OH, I have just the thing.”
>Rarity lifted a scarf from one of her travel bags and wrapped it around your neck.
>>”There we go, dear. All snug.”

“Where’s Nonny?” you said, looking around and behind her.
>Oh gosh, it was bad news!
>He’d be here if it was good news.

>“Isn’t Anon supposed to be with you?” Twilight said.

>Rarity hopped up to her throne and settled into it as daintily as one might expect.
>Which to you was obnoxiously slow.
>>”Oh, well, we have a lot to discuss about him and it wouldn’t do to have him present, so I told him to make himself comfortable in the reading wing.”

>Twilight gave you a look.
>Dangit, you wanted to see him at least.
>He probably thinks you’re still upset.
>But if he’s at least in the castle, you’ll get a chance. Just gotta do the meeting first.
>”Pinkie, can you wait just a little while longer? You know Anon better than either of us, and we need you here to discuss our next step. I’m sure he’s fine. I heard good things from townsponies.”

>You gave the large doors Rarity stepped through one last glance before sinking back into your chair and doing your best to calm your shivering.
“I can wait,” you said with a sigh.

>Rarity gave you a smile then got out a small notepad covered in neat, cursive writing and flipped through it.
>>”Very well… I’ll start from the beginning. We have a lot to go over so I suppose it’s best not to dally.”

>The next hour was a blur as Rarity went over the four days with Anon.
>He started out about as rough as you’d imagine, shying away from physical contact and acting ashamed of his arousal—particularly on the first night sleeping in the same bed.
>Though thankfully there was no issue with his libido itself.
>You leaned forward when she described feeling his member nesting between her cheeks and how she had to assure him it was perfectly fine and natural.
>Anon’s stallionhood gave away his interest in Rarity, as well as other mares, and it did so often.
>About as much as the average teenage colt apparently, who were infamous for needing constant attention.
>Nonny was a lewd one deep down alright.
>All the more reason to help him.

>Anyhow, Nonny and Rares learned an awful lot about one another, sexually and otherwise, which made you get that happy tingly feeling you sometimes get when you have a surprise for someone.
>Nonny still got aroused by seeing ponies rut in public, though his sense of unease over it had stopped.
>Sex was just part of life here, and he’d accepted that on some level.
>That showed in how he conducted himself around it, but it was clear despite his progress that Anon had plenty of room for improvement.
>Rarity made sure to mention in particular that Anon was afraid to expose himself in any way, something Twilight took special note of.

>Poor Non… Nopony should be afraid to show their bits, especially when Non had nothing to be afraid of.
>He looked super different but in a good way.
>Oh well. All in good time.
>Despite all the work that needed to be done, he was still one lesson down.
>Nonny was making progress, and you knew he’d like Twilight.
>You giggled to yourself and looked over to her.
>She was deep in her notes and you could see how her eyes lit up when Rarity shared something new she hadn’t known about Nonny.
>Twi was cute, enthusiastic, smart, and loved to try new things.
>And at her core, she was an introvert like Anon.
>You hope they have a good time together.
>That’s all you really want.

>At this point, Rarity and Twilight were going back and forth on Anon’s esteem issues and something about Zecora's potions but you hadn’t been paying attention.
>Even now as you tried to figure out what was going on, the references to science papers and magic formulae had your attention slipping more and m—OH! You could give Nonny a muffin.

“Muffin time,” you said with a chipper smile.

>Twilight flinched, then quirked an eyebrow at you.
>“Muffin— time?”

“Yep! Want a muffin before I give one to Nonny?” you said, opening the box.

>”Wait, Pinkie, what about your lesson?” Twilight said, sitting up. 

“I’ll be back.”

>”We both know you won’t. If you start hanging out with Anonymous, we’ll never get you back here.”

>She was right of course.
>The moment you saw him, you weren’t going to come back.
>Nonny had that effect on you.
>When you were together, you lost track of everything else, like being with him put fresh air in your lungs and a fullness in your chest.
>Saying goodbye as the sun set was often the hardest part of your days with him.
>But you knew you didn’t want to think about the lessons or the plans or anything like that.
>You just wanted to see him.

>Twilight, decided to press when you didn’t answer.
>“Rarity covered a lot of etiquette as a foundation so we should figure out what each of us is doing. Do you have something in mind yet?”

“Nope,” you said, handing each of them a muffin and setting it down on a napkin. “I’ll just wing it.”

>Twilight looked like a screw blew loose hearing that.
>”But what if we have overlaps! What if one of us plans a lesson but he doesn’t have any of the prerequisites! He’ll be lost and flunk it!”
>Oh fuzz, here she goes...
>”And what if there’s some big, human cultural misunderstanding! What if something we try to teach is a big no-no for humans and he gets offended and—”

>You shoved a muffin into Twilights mouth.
>She glared at you and you’re pretty sure she said “Pinkie!” but it came out more like “Pfffnnny!”
“Nonny is still Nonny” you said, replacing the muffin on her napkin. “When my turn comes, we’ll figure it out.”

>Seeing she’d get nowhere with you like usual, Twilight simply huffed and chewed her muffin.
>Rarity meanwhile said a curt thank you for her own treat as she took a small bite, waving you off when offered a second.
>>”We’ll be alright here, dearie,” Rarity said. “Go ahead. He’ll be happy to see you.”

>You resisted the urge to do a little dance in place hearing that.
>Okay, Nonny time!
>With that, you headed out, muffins balanced on your back.
>As you trotted away, you noticed a small pep back in your step.

--

>Be Anon.
>You put aside yet another novel, setting it atop a steadily growing stack without bothering to leave a bookmark.
>There was something to be said about the enormous variety of books in Twilight’s reading room, though you shouldn't be surprised.
>This was Twilight we were talking about.
>It wasn’t a library’s worth, seeing as the Golden Oaks burned down some time ago, but she’d worked hard to gather some semblance of her old collection.
>When she first showed you around the castle, she took you right to this room and ran around, picking out books she thought were interesting or special in some way.
>She told you which ones she found at yard sales, which were gifts from townsponies, which ones she picked up at dusty old bookstores up in Canterlot. 
>It was amusing watching Twilight struggle to not spoil the books, but still try to pitch and talk about them with someone.

>You picked up another book, and flipped through it idly before putting it back.
>Regardless of the variety, you couldn’t find anything that grabbed your attention.
>All you could think about was the meeting.
>You had a lot to be proud of, to be fair.
>You worked hard, studied hard, and generally made good progress.
>Rarity was ecstatic on the way back from the park yesterday, going on and on about how proud she was.
>And how good you taste.
>That was quite the compliment coming from Rarity.

>You clear your throat.

>Anyways, you weren’t sure about transferring to a new pony yet.
>Twilight was a smart mare, and she’d be a great teacher too.
>She could be just a bit overzealous at times.
>And you’re pretty sure whatever crazy act she had you try, it was going to be public.
>That was your biggest hang up right now, and Rarity no doubt was discussing the issue with Twilight and Pinkie.

>You drag a finger along the spine of one of the books absently, the title already forgotten as your eyes glided across it.
>Pinkie...
>You wonder what she was thinking through all of this.
>The last time you saw her, she looked like she’d been drained, whittled down to a different pony.

>You let out a long sigh, and grabbed a book at random.
>Whatever the case, there was no use obsessing over it now.
>You’d see her when she was ready to see you again, not before.
>You miss her is all.

>As you turned to head back to your reading spot, you froze.
>Standing in the doorway with a box on her back, stood Pinkie Pie.
>She gave you a meek wave and took a half step into the room, as if courting a hurt animal.

>“Heya, Non,” she said softly. “Sorry… I didn’t say anything. I had a lot of ideas on how to say hi and I sorta couldn’t choose when I saw you. It’s like that thing where you really want to say the right thing but you’re really really scared it won’t come out right so you just don’t say anything but now it’s kinda tumbling out and sorry but I missed you a lot and c-can I have a hug?”

>You blinked, unsure what to say to that and doubly stunned to see her.
>Practically on instinct and doing your best to ignore the moisture in your eyes, you took a few steps toward her and kneeled down, opening your arms.
>About halfway through the motion her face lit up and she shifted the box off her back then leapt toward you.
>A happy, squirming ball of warm, pink fluff filled your arms as Pinkie buried her face into your shoulder.
>She wrapped her hooves around you, squeezing you tight while letting out a happy, somewhat pained sound.

>”I missed you, Nonny,” she said, voice muffled against your shirt.
>There was a small ache to her voice that both pained you to hear.

“I missed you too, Pank.”

>She tensed at that, pressing more into your chest and hugging you tighter for a moment, before bouncing back to face you with a smile.
>”Thanks. I needed that.”

“I did too.”
>You really did.
>More than she’ll know.

>Pinkie puffed her chest out a little then turned to retrieve the box she dropped.
>“Wawa wuffin?” she said, holding the box in her mouth.

>You quirked an eyebrow then took it from her, freeing up her mouth.
“What now?”

>”Muffins!” she said, flipping open the box.

>Your stomach grumbled the moment your eyes saw the assortment of muffins, including what looked like a blueberry one sitting tempestuously at the top.

>You loved this horse.

--

>Pinkie didn’t say much about your lessons during her visit.
>No remarks about your progress or how far you had to go.
>No asking if she could blow you or when you’d want to have sex.
>Instead, Pinkie went on about what the rest of the girls had been up to in the last few days, in her own scattershot way
>You chimed in here and there, which sent her off on new tangents usually as you reminded her of something else she’d yet to share.
>It was… nice.
>It reminded you how much you loved spending time with her.
>The two of you could go on like this for hours.
>Eventually, you heard the oak doors of the meeting room creak open and you knew your time had come to an end.

>Pinkie heard it too, and smiled up at you, little muffin crumbs clinging to her chin and tuft
>“I guess it’s Twilight’s turn huh?” she said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.
>She hesitated for a moment, her smile faltering.
“Um, by the way, Thank you, Nonny. It means a lot that you’re doing this for us.”

>You pulled her close, a warm feeling filling your center.
“Thanks, Pinkie. I’m sorry that I—you know.”

>She tapped her hooves together for a moment, seeming to roll something around in her noggin before answering you.
>”Nonny, just so you know, even if you change your mind and decide you don’t want to do this anymore—I’ll still be your friend, okay?”
>You blinked, looking down at her, and she gave you her usual, bright smile then hopped off your lap. 
>”I’ll see you in a few days! Have fun please, okay?”

>You waved as she headed off, feeling strangely unsure if there had been something unsaid between you.
>Before you could give it much thought, Twilight and Rarity came out of the map room, giving you friendly smiles and exchanging unreadable looks.

>>”Anonymous, darling, it’s been wonderful,” Rarity said as she trotted up to you. “But our time together is at an end, at least for a little while. I’ve played my part here, and now it’s time for Twilight to take over.”

>You kneeled down and looked into her beautiful, ice-blue eyes. “Thanks for everything, Rares. You taught me a lot. I’ll do my best to keep everything you said in mind.”

>Rarity put her hooves up and you moved in for a hug.
>The two of you embraced, Rarity nuzzling into the side of your neck.
>>”Dear… would it be too much trouble for you to give me one last feel? Between Twilight and Pinkie, I won’t be seeing you for nearly a week.”

>You laughed.
“Sure, Rarity. You don’t have to tell me twice.”

>You reached one hand down and cupped it around her plot, feeling her beautifully soft fur under your hand.
>Your fingers pressed in, creating slight indents in her bum as the mare leaned into you, moaning under her breath.
>Another hand reached down and you roughly grabbed the other cheek and gave it a slap.
>The sound rang out through the room and Rarity gasped, one of her hind legs rising off the ground as she pushed into you more.
>”Oh, darling, I’m going to miss these hands.”
>She lowered her eyes and gave you a smoldering look as she moved a hoof to your crotch.
>Her frog gently teased at the head of your now erect member.
>”And I’ll certainly miss feeling you nestled on my plot in the mornings. Maybe next time you can put it inside instead of just teasing me, mm?”
>She leaned up and gave you a little peck on the lips, then trotted away.
>”Take care, dear, and Twilight, remember what I said about being pushy. He’s wonderful if you give him space to act on his own. Be patient and you’ll see what I mean.”

>”Got it!” Twilight called back as Rarity left the library. 

>With that, the two of you were alone.
>Twilight stood there, grinning up at you in that insatiably enthusiastic, manic way that only she could.

”Sooo,” you said, dragging out the word.

>Twilight leaned forward, her eyes practically shining.
>”Yeah?”

“You want to do something?”

>”Like what?” she said in a sultry tone.
>Her eyes lowered and she looked to the side as if to be coy.

“A movie?”

>Twilight deflated at that.
>”Oh... I assume no blowjob with it?”

“I promised Pinkie my first on that front.”

>She twisted her mouth and thought for a moment.
>”Snuggles?” Twilight said, giving you a hopeful look.
>Damn these cute horses and their adorable faces.

>You walked past her, ruffling her hair.
“Snuggles are fine.”

>”Yes! Don’t worry, Anon, I studied all the techniques and brushed up on my lewd theory. I think I can make you feel really good with optimal body contact. If we do it right, maybe I can get you in the mood for something more.”

>Oh it was going to be an interesting few days...

--

>Be Twilight.
>You sighed as you nibbled your daisy burger and stared at the enigmatic stallion on the other side of the table.
>Anon happily munched on his own food, blissfully unaware of the absolute cavalcade of pheromones wafting off of him.
>Pheromones that had been assaulting you for the past day and a half, nearly driving you mad.
>You lay your sandwich down and put your hooves on either side of your head.
>How had Rarity handled this?
>Maybe it was some sort of human adaptation due to their lowered sense of smell?
>Whatever the case, it was incredibly potent by pony standards.
>You bathed in his pheromones when you slept together, and it was all encompassing when you woke up.
>He was pressed against you again this morning, smooth skin tickling at your fur, his cock hard and nestled against your tummy.
>Just a few inches below your mouth.
>A mouth that really really wanted to help lick that pre up and make sure Anon was spotless and clean before he woke up from whatever nice dream he was having.
>He’d gotten pretty horny a few times now, really needed to be taken care of.
>And your holes were all ready and waiting to be filled and used and have his thick seed dumped into you.
>Pump you full of foals and make you his broodmare.
>Oh Celestia please—!
>A long, powerful shiver ran through you.
>And maybe he could nip your ear and whisper in that darkly, husky voice—

>”Hey, Twi, if you’re not hungry, can I have your fries?”
>Your eyes shot open and you snatched your fries away from the table with your magic on instinct.
>Anon stared at you, frozen in place with a finger and thumb outstretched towards your plate.
>”Uh… okay. I mean you don’t have to share if you don’t want to.”

“Sorry!” you said, embarrassment flooding in. “I’m sorry, I just, ugh, here.”
>You magicked over the lion’s share of your fries and turned to the side, trying to hide your blush with a hoof.
>Jeeze, he’s got you all twisted up now.
>Maybe that’s what happened to Dash?
>You shook your head and took a bite of your burger.
>No, this was no time to get distracted. 
>Your own relief had to wait.
>You had a stallion to help, and by Celestia’s tuft, you were gonna help him.

>While his pheromones had been a massive distraction, they also highlighted a major discrepancy.

“Hey, Anon? What did you think about the mare you talked to before we ordered?”

>Anon gave you a look.
>”The one with the pink and blue mane?”

“Bon Bon, yes. She runs the candy store across the street.”

>”I dunno. She seemed really friendly, but a little stressed I guess? Maybe she’s had a lot on her plate lately.”

“I mean more like, did you notice anything about how she was looking at you?”

>Anon gave you a blank look, which slowly turned to embarrassment.
>”Why? Did I say something weird?”

>Celestia, it was worse than you thought.
>Bon Bon had given him so many little hints, asking if he’d like some candy at least twice, while her tail flicked and wagged.
>The scent of her need was clear as day to you.
>And Bon Bon never gave out free candy unless she really really liked you.
>Anon meanwhile had completely ignored the poor mare with a smile, saying thank you but he’d rather not have any sweets right now.
>The look on that mare’s face when he said that made your heart ache.
>Despite having a potent scent himself, he seemed totally unaware of the effect he had on mares.

>Humans didn’t really work off scent, so it made sense that he didn’t smell your arousal.
>But even then, when mares were flagging and blushing up a storm, he assumed they were nervous or brushed it off.
>It was like he thought, as a human, he wouldn’t be desirable to mares.
>Even last night when you cuddled and watched a movie, you felt him get stiff against your leg, and before you could even give him the bedroom eyes and ask if he was as ready as he looked, he shied away and mumbled a short apology.
>It was heartbreaking.
>Someone or something back in his world had taught him to be this way—to think his interest was something to be ashamed of, to think he didn’t deserve to get relief when he needed it.
>That was so wrong and horrible and you wanna have a strong word with whoever made this poor colt think that!

>You took a sip of your Dr. Pony and frowned.
>The moment you realized how much he’d internalized those thoughts though, all the pieces fell into place.
>Like an avalanche, old memories resurfaced.
>The way he showered and pulled the curtain around his body when you asked if he needed a bigger towel;
>That time the girls wanted to do a sleepover with him and he didn’t seem to understand why you invited him;
>The way he dressed in clothes that hid most of his form, even when you went to the running of the leaves together.
>And how he avoided you afterwards, when you’d been bathing in each others scent the whole way.
>He wasn’t just uncomfortable. He felt guilty. 

>What kind of world was Earth that a sweet guy like Anon would think that?
>You bit your lip, looking up at the strange stallion, who for all the world looked happy as ever just enjoying a simple sandwich.
>You were gonna protect that smile, and you were gonna make sure he knows how sweet and special and nice he was, and not just to you.
>Several of the girls, to varying degrees, had feelings for Anon.
>And ALL of them had fantasies involving him.
>You probably held the bulk of them honestly, but that wasn’t the point!
>You WANTED to make him feel good because he was your friend and you liked him.
>The more time you got to spend with him, the more you had started to realize that.
>And more than anything, you wanted to teach him how much he had to offer.
>But if you just told him outright, he’d never believe you.
>It was going to take you showing him.
>For the last few hours, you’d been racking your brain, trying to figure out how you were going to do that.
>This was something that would take time if you were gentle about it like Rarity advised.
>But you only had a few days with him.
>And you didn’t want to sit around, knowing he was so uncomfortable and unhappy expressing his needs.
>So that left only one option you could think of, and it was a doozy.
>Oh, Celestia, you hope this doesn’t backfire… if he ends up hating you, you don’t know what you’d do.
>But you had to try.
>For him.

“Anon…?” you started, swallowing your nervousness and steeling yourself. “I have an idea for a lesson today. Do you trust me?” 

>He chuckled.
>”Depends. Is it going to hurt or involve sex in public?”

>Horseapples this may be a bad idea.
“P-Probably only one of those things.”
>He gave you a look.
“The spell is totally painless?”

>He sighed, then finished the last bite of his sandwich.
>“Alright fine. I promised I’d try at least. What does it do?”

”I can’t tell you.”

>“Well that’s where my trust stops.”

>You bit your lip.
”I know it sounds a little weird, Anon. You have every right to refuse, but I just want to help, and I really think this is the best way. It’s not going to make you do anything you don’t want to—I just need to show you something, and I really think it’ll help you.”
>That was the best you could come up with, you realized.
>It was a simple plea, one that presumed he trusted you at all in the first place, but it was the truth.
>Anon took a moment to mull it over and you sat there for what felt like an agonizing minute before he responded.

>With a sigh, Anon said, “Fine. I trust you, Twi. Just one condition, okay?”

“Anything.”

>”Please make sure I keep my promise to Pinkie, okay? She gets the first blowjob. I promised. And Rainbow is important too. I promised her my uh… first, if you know what I mean.”

>You sat there for a moment, unsure what to say to that.
>Jeez this guy… what a cutie.
"Okay I promise."

>”Alright,” he said getting up and stretching. “No reason to drag it out I suppose. Hit me.”

>Okay, phew, just breath filly and cast like you practiced.
>You aimed your horn and let out a burst of magic.
>It connected with his chest and enveloped him a bright, lavender aura that grew brighter and brighter as you poured more magic into it.
>It was a complex spell, but you’d studied and restudied any spells you thought you might need when Anon came over.
>This was like going through the motions now, and you couldn’t wait to see him have fun with it.
>Just a little bit more magic here and a smidge for you and… there!
>The aura surged to a blindingly bright light, then with a small chime, completely popped and disappeared.
>Anon looked down at his chest, then to his hands, front to back.

--

”Uh… did it work?” you said, looking up at Twilight.

>The mare in question smiled gleefully, practically bouncing in her seat.
>”Oh, It’s perfect! Anon this is going to be so much fun,” she said, clapping her hooves together. >“Okay, I’ll explain. Right now one of your biggest issues is you’re afraid of taking initiative where others can see you.”

“Well yeah… It’s kinda weird to expose myself and have sex in public.”

>”Exactly!” she said, pointing a hoof. “That’s why I choose this spell. It’s PERFECT for letting you try things stress free!”
>Twilight bounded out of her seat, ran over and jumped up into your lap.
>Or at least tried to.
>Instead she bounded past you, grabbed the air, and clunked her head on the table right next to you.
>”Woops,” she said, her slip up apparently not having phased her. “Need a small adjustment on the variance compensation visor.”
>With a quick flare of her horn, an almost indistinguishable purple shimmer around her eyes appeared, like goggles of some kind, and grew a bit thicker.
>She blinked a few times, then looked straight at you.
>”All clear now. Hi, Anon!”
>You gave her a limp wave.
>She quickly waved back with a bright smile on her face.
>... dang that was adorable.

“Alright Twi, you going to tell me what the spell does?”

>”How about a hooves on lesson?” Twilight said, grabbing your arm and dragging you into the cafe.

--

>Not for the first time in your life, you found yourself wondering why Unicorns hadn’t just taken over the world.
>Seriously, if Celestia came out and said all other races should be united under the banner of friendship, by force if necessary, you bet the Unicorns would get it done in an afternoon.
>Nearly all of them could pick stuff up with their minds, and most could cast at least a handful of intricate spells.
>Usually utility spells, stuff that helped them out with their daily lives or talent, but if they could master that effortlessly, what else could they do, you know?
>And fewer still could shoot raw magic from their horns without breaking a sweat.

>But that wasn’t what made you wonder, or convinced you it’d be easy, for that matter.
>What convinced you it would be easy were mares like Twilight and Glimmer.
>They were geniuses when it came to magic.
>It was just that, despite that genius, they were also astounding idiots.
>At least when it came to the implications.
>Glimmer, for instance, clearly hadn’t the faintest grasp why you shouldn’t alter pony’s minds.
>She routinely used mind warping hypnosis for simple friendship problems.
>Some pony was being rude and didn’t want to put out on the street?
>Make them a super slut for a few minutes. Easy fix.
>Didn’t want to drink your partners cum?
>Hypno them into a major cumslut for like a minute and they’ll be more than happy to oblige.
>And Twilight… well…

>She was a whole other animal.

>You snapped your fingers in front of Bon Bon as she hastily put dollops of red candy batter onto a sheet.
>Meanwhile Twilight nodded along as the other mare explained what had her so tense lately.
>Apparently, Bon Bon had a big candy order from Canterlot—something to do with a special ingredient that took time to gather.
>Point was, when you snapped right in front of her, she didn’t even flinch.
>Twilight on the other hand gave a flick of her ears and a quick glance towards you.
>A shadow of a smirk formed on her muzzle and she put a hoof to her mouth to block it.
>What a dastardly little horse wizard…
>She hadn’t made you invisible and inaudible, like you originally thought.
>Twilight had made you impossible to notice.
>You reached out and began to gently pet Bon Bon, running your hand from the top of her head to her withers.
>The tense mare arched a bit and leaned into your touch, but didn’t so much as pause in her conversation, or otherwise give any indication she knew you were there.
>Yet Bon Bon’s body still reacted on a subconscious level.
>It was exciting to say the least, yet you couldn’t help but feel it was wrong on some level.
>You couldn’t just feel up a mare without her permission.
>You groaned and leaned against the counter. 
>Like you said earlier, Twilight was a genius with magic.
>But she could be an idiot.

“Twi, I don’t know what you’re expecting me to do here. I’m not going to take advantage of Bon Bon just because I can.”
>Twilight didn’t answer but you saw a flash of worry on her face.
“She can’t say no. Besides, I don’t even know her and—”

>”Um, excuse me, Bon Bon?” Twilight said. “Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question. Asking for a friend.”

>Bon Bon looked taken aback, though not offended.
>”Oh, um sure. I’ll help if I can.”

>“What would you say to Anon giving you some relief?”
>Goddamn, Twi, at least be a little tactful about it.
>It was normal to be up front about sexual interest in pony society, but that didn’t stop that familiar, uncomfortable feeling from worming it’s way up your center.
>Or was this just nerves?

>”Oh...” Bon Bon said, rubbing a forehoof and looking to the side. “I don’t think he’s interested but I’d be really really flattered if he asked. I mean, _I’d_ have asked but he’s so shy and I’m so busy anyways. I really shouldn’t have bothered him in the first place. But at the same time...”
>Bon Bon rubbed her back thighs together and let out a little mewl.
>”That would have hit the spot today. Rarity has been talking up his fingers in town.”
>An oven dinged and Bon Bon dragged herself over, put a strange mit around her muzzle and pulled out a sheet of steaming red candies.
>She clacked it down on a drying sheet, then reloaded the oven with the next batch.
>Bon Bon then gathered up a few ingredients in a bowl and began to mix them together with a spoon while she kicked the oven shut.
>“Honestly, when I came over earlier, I wasn’t hoping for anything like that,” she said with a half hearted shrug. 
>”I just thought maybe he’d like some strawberry ribbon. I heard he liked that flavor. And I figured maybe he’d feel more welcome if someone besides you six reached out. Ever since he started his lessons with you girls, well…”
>She paused in her stirring for a moment, a flash of annoyance appearing on her face before continuing.
>”Let’s just say there’s been some baseless rumors floating around, and I know what it’s like when you get a reputation. Anon’s way too sweet to deserve any of that. But if he’s really not interested, I won’t bug him.”

>”He’s more interested than you think,” Twilight said, darting a glance your way again. 
>”He just has a hard time expressing that interest.”

>”I doubt that,” Bon Bon said with a weary look. “I won’t hold my breath but I’d be more than happy to have sex with him sometime. I hope he doesn’t mind a mess though. I’m a bit of a squirter.”

>Twilight smiled and gave you a look.
>You could feel the blood rushing to your face as the image of this mare shaking and cumming like a fire hydrant came to mind.
>In any case, Bon Bon was not only willing but specifically wanted the attention.
>Suddenly there was a small buzz in your mind and you saw Twilight’s horn flicker.
>’I’d say that just about confirms things.’
>Twilight’s voice echoed in your head with all the smugness you expected.
>Meanwhile the purple mare nodded along with Bon Bon as she began venting some frustrations about being so busy.
>’Bon Bon’s really tense right now. She could use someone to help her relax,’ Twilight said between her own additions to her audible conversation. 
>Leave it to Twilight to maintain two conversations at once.
>’Why don’t you go behind the counter and try using your mouth? It’ll be good practice. Good oral skill is known to be a great confidence booster, and~’
>She paused and you swore you could hear a smirk in her voice.
>’I know a few mares who would really appreciate that.’

>Pinkie’s smiling face flashed through your mind, along with the promise you’d made.
>You don’t want to just receive from mares all the time.
>Of course, you didn’t have to return the favor. 
>Pinkie never expected anything in return. She just did things for ponies because the act itself made her happy.
>But you wanted to.
>No, you wanted more than that.
>You wanted to give Pinkie a mind melting orgasm, to hear her call your name and wrap her legs around your head.
>You wanted to see her stammer and shiver as she came down from the high, and you wanted to see her smile and let out that musical giggle she had after she could think again.

>”Th-That one was a doozy, Nonny,” she’d say. “Thank you.”

>And Dash… 
>You’d been thinking about her more and more lately.
>Last time you saw her, she’d flown away with tears in her eyes.
>All because of you.
>Dash had been a steadfast friend ever since you came here—opened up to you in ways you’ve never had a friend do.
>And you suspect she’d never done with anyone ever.
>Behind her tomboyish exterior, Dash was fragile, and what you thought meant the world to her.
>While you might have tried to be a good friend, to be respectful to her, your actions had hit like a freight train.
>It would take a lot more than words to have her trust you again.
>It would take doing.
>It would take showing her you were willing to learn and to get better and treat her to something she deserved a long time ago.

>Yeah… you want that.
>You want to treat both of them to a wonderful feeling that only friends can share in this world.
>But for now, you had to get better, and Bon Bon needed you.

>A quick trip around the counter and you came up behind the mare, more than pleased to see what you had to work with.
>Bon Bon had a shapely bottom, not large as you might have expected from a candy artisan but it had a nice perkiness to it and a fair bit of muscle underneath, likely a result of her earth pony heritage.
>You got down on your knees behind her, unsure exactly where to start.
>There was still that nagging instinct that Bon Bon would freak out or hate you if you just grabbed her.
>Even though she’d said it’d be fine.

>’Just do what comes naturally, Anon. It’s okay.’

>You glanced up at Twilight and saw her give a reassuring smile, though only briefly before returning to her conversation.
>Right… just do what comes naturally. That’s what Rarity had tried to tell you.

>You did the first thing that came to mind.
>You grabbed a handful of Bon Bon’s flank.
>A breath left you as the sensation of velvety fur tender bottom gave way under your fingers.
>Her rear felt like putty in your hands, though not in that fatty way. 
>She had a firmness to her, though you could tell she still sampled her own sweets from time to time by the layer of fat that your hand found itself nestling into.
>The mare didn’t pause in her work, but as your fingers pressed into her smooth fur and you began rubbing circles with her ass, she gave an involuntary twitch.

>’Good job. Keep going.’ Twilight said, an excited tinge to her mind-voice.
>You let out a breath.
“Okay, yeah, so far so good.”
>What next then?
>Bon Bon’s legs shifted and your eyes were drawn to her thighs.
>There was something inexplicably attractive about pony legs.
>Maybe it was how different they were to a human female’s, or maybe it was just how toned and full they looked.
>Regardless, you found your hands trailing up her legs, fingers gliding along her curves.
>Bon Bon, you’d noticed, had a particularly cute set of thighs that framed her butt and you couldn’t help but marvel and give them an appreciative squeeze.
>It was a bit awkward at first, just groping what was effectively not an erogenous zone, but when you heard a telltale sharp intake of breath from Bon Bon, you knew this was having an effect on her.
>Maybe not mentally, but subconsciously, it excited her—it teased her.
>Deep in her mind, she enjoyed being touched, but after some time, it became a maddening tease to both of you.

>As if to draw your attention, Bon Bon’s tail listed to the side, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of her vulva.
>With a long exhale, you leaned back, pressed your thumb against her outer lips, and pulled her labia to the side.
 >Her inner walls were a pleasant shade of pink, and a thin sheen of wetness shined in the light.
>”Wow…” you said, strangely mesmerized looking at her.
>This close you could smell the light aroma of powdered sugar and strawberry shampoo on her tail, but alongside it was something more.
>Her feminin scent stood out as sweet, though it didn’t resemble sugar exactly—more like honey with a tangy note.
>Wonder what she tastes like?
>You leaned in, hesitating halfway before deciding to just go for it.
>Your tongue touched against her vulva before you pulled away.
>The taste lingered and… it wasn’t bad, you realized.
>She tasted just like she smelled; sweet with a little bit of tang that reminded you of some kind of citrus.
>It was pleasant if anything.
>You went in for a second taste, this time giving her a genuine lick from top to bottom.
>Her marehood tensed immediately, her body reacting to a stimulus that never reached her mind as you dragged your tongue up her folds.
>Her back legs trembled.
>Bon Bon paused and readjusted, but otherwise went on baking.

>You giggled to yourself.
>This was kinda fun.
>Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were trying to remember the methods Rarity taught you, the algorithms for pleasure, as it were.
>But all you could feel was lust overtaking over your mind, the desire to make this mare moan and shudder and cry out.
>You wanted to find her every weak point, take this pony and make her a pleasure riddled, sweaty mess.
>Feeling a little more brazen, you grabbed her hips and pulled her closer before trailing little kisses up and down her thighs.
>Her butt even received an experimental nibble, that you were pleased to see made her tail jump, as well as earned an excited wink from her lower half.
>Bon Bon let out a small sound but otherwise didn’t react. 
>Her body, however, knew instinctively what was going on. 
>Each peck was a hint, a way to tease her subconscious of things to come.
>Her mons grew hot, with a small tinge of red around the edges, and a thin trail of syrupy marejuice stretched from her labia to the floor.

>You could see Twilight bite her lip from the corner of your eye as she helped magic over the next tray of candy, allowing you to keep Bon Bon where she was.
>‘She’s blushing a lot now,’ Twilight said, breathlessly.
>You smiled, noting the tinge of pink in Twilight’s own face.
“She’s not the only one.”
>Twilight squirmed.
>Something about that motivated you even more.
>It was one thing to watch Bon Bon’s body react to your attention, but it was another to see the lust clear on Twilight’s face.
>You’d give her some attention too, but for now, your entire focus remained on the mare in front of you.

>With Bon Bon sufficiently teased, you moved up and planted a kiss on her marehood, savoring the taste and smell of her once more.
>Immediately you were rewarded with a shudder that ran up through the mare’s spine along with a small squirt of marecum that landed across your nose.
>You blinked, eyes crossing to look at the shiny clear liquid before you grinned.
>Oh Yeah. Bon Bon was definitely a squirter.
>If she was already peppering you with fluids now, she probably came like a waterfall.
>You leaned back in, pressing your face into her most private place and began to lick up and down her marehood, feeling the slick velvety insides along your tongue.
>By now, her body was starting to shiver periodically, her tail flicking as she subconsciously backed into you.
>Her subconscious pleaded for more, instinct driving her to press closer to her stallion.
>You could even hear the little hitches in her breathing as she spoke now, each one punctuating another graze of your tongue.
>Her wetness was all enveloping. It had soaked into your tongue, your lips, your nose.
>You groaned, feeling your own need rising as your erection brushed against her leg, but you fought the urge to tend to it. 
>Everything was focused on Bon Bon tender flank and her glistening marehood.

>A bell chimed at the door, and the mares looked up to see a small herd come in, likely an after lunch rush looking for something sweet.
>”I’ll be right, hah, with you,” Bon Bon said, breathlessly.
>The ponies gave a nod and told the candy mare to take her time before milling about and browsing her premade goods for the time being.
>Meanwhile a few curious foals came over to watch her bake at the counter, eyes lighting up as she showed them the shiny red batter.
>Without any way for them to notice your attention, you saw no need to slow down.
>You went right back without a second’s thought, this time giving Bon Bon’s clit a few gentle nudges with your tongue, your nose, your thumb.
>No part of this mare remained untouched or untasted.

>’Anon…’
>Twilight’s voice interrupted your thoughts, tinged with desperation.
>’She’s so close… Oh Celestia she’s going to cum.’
>A small shudder ran through you at that.
>You brought a hand up and smacked it across Bon Bon’s flank, the slap ringing out in the empty shop.
>Twilight’s ears flicked back on instinct but Bon Bon didn’t hear a thing.
>Instead one of her legs kicks up, like a dog getting it’s chin scratched and she let out an involuntary moan.
>Even she noticed that one.

>”Oh,” Bon Bon said breathlessly, putting a hoof to her forehead and doubtless finding it steaming. “What was I? W-Why does it feel so hot in here? I… oooh...”
>She let out a full bodied pant as her body convulsed.
>She’d hit the point of no return.
>You doubled your efforts, rubbing in circles around her clit while shoving your tongue as deep as you could inside her.
>Bon Bon let out a small squeak, her eyes getting a far off look as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
>”What’s going onaaaaAAAH! Oh Celestia!!”
>Every pony in the shop turned at once as Bon Bon’s voice pitched high and she screamed.
>Marejuice sprayed from her marehood, cascading over your face once, twice, three times as she howled and shook with pleasure.
>Her body squirmed in your grasp like a bucking bronco, and you held tight, keeping your mouth pressed against her folds, pushing her orgasm further.
>You painted her clit with every letter of the alphabet, driving this mare further and further into the throes of her orgasm. 
>Tears streamed from her eyes as she thrashed and tensed, each wave of pleasure crashing over her in a seemingly endless torrent.
>But eventually you relented, and the tide of marespunk pittered out and her convulsions slowed to a stop.
>She stood rigid for a moment, then went limp in your arms all at once, her torso and face collapsing onto the counter.
>Her legs twitched as you held her, gently holding her up to stop her from falling to the floor.
>Twilight held Bon Bon’s bowl of candy mix, hovering it safely out of reach in her aura and continuing to mix it as she waited for Bon Bon to recover.
>Bon Bon lay still as the ponies threw confused glances at one another, fresh blushes adorning their cheeks.
>To their eyes, a mare had just cum her tail off for no reason, and for a while, nopony knew what to say.

>Bon Bon eventually broke the silence, her voice raspy and breathless.
>”I came? W-What? Why? Nng—!”
>She twitched as you planted a kiss on her nethers once more.
>She was still sensitive.
>The mare moaned, pressing her face into the countertop.
>”Oh Celestia, did I get hair trigger’s disease. Oh no, not now. I have that whole order to fill.”

>Twilight glanced at you with a question in her eyes and you nodded.
“Go ahead. She should know the truth.”

>’But there’s a crowd here.’

>You let out a sigh.
“Yeah, but Bon Bon’s more important right now. I’ll deal with the embarrassment.”

>Twilight’s chest puffed out and she gave you the biggest, proudest look you’ve ever seen.
>And damn did it feel good.
>Her horn flared and with a quick pop, the room gasped.
>You had become noticeable once more and you gave the crowd a sheepish look.
“H-Hey guys. Fancy meeting you here. Um… you guys try the Honey Drops yet?”

>Bon Bon turned and practically jumped.
>Her face reddened down to her neck and her eyes went wide at the sight of you, marecum plastered over your nose, mouth and down your neck, erection attempting to burst through your jeans.
>Yeah you were probably a bit of a lewd sight right now, admittedly.

>Bon Bon’s nethers winked and she squeaked out a response.
>“A-Anon?”
>You could see the gears turning in her head as she put one and two together.
>”I thought—but you—when did you? OhmycelestiaIdidn’tgettoshower.”
>She slapped her forehooves over her face and whimpered.

“Well, for the record…”
>You leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her cutie mark.
>Her breathing hitched.
“I thought you smelled amazing.”

--

>With the sun setting in the windows of the shop, you stretched your arms high above your head until you heard a cluster of pops, then let out a sigh.
>Bon Bon, who had fallen asleep in your lap, murmured something and flicked an ear in response, but otherwise didn't stir.
>She was pretty tuckered out after everything.

>It had been a busy day for all three of you.
>Bon Bon had been unable to do much after her big orgasm, and seeing as you were the one responsible, you volunteered to help finish the order.
>Bon Bon, of course, got a bit fussy when you offered, but when she went to stand, her legs gave out from under her.
>Her protests died down to reluctant, pouty murmurs after that.
>In truth, she needed the help, and she knew it.
>Bon Bon just found it too hard to ask.

>Twilight opted to work alongside you, using her magic to create an assembly line of sorts while you took care of customers and mixed ingredients on the side.
>Bon Bon couldn’t help but nitpick the whole process from the sidelines, reminding Twilight of everything from keeping the candy distributed evenly on the sheet, to making sure they didn’t boil.
>And the moment she could stand again, she insisted on finishing everything herself.

>You were having none of that.

>You picked her up, laid her on the counter, and told her with no room for argument that you were going to help, but if she was clearly still pent up if she was being this fussy you’d be getting in more oral practice.
>At least, as long as she kept fussing and trying to do everything herself.
>Something about the way that flustered her really made it fun.
>Which is why you did again when she tried to take over a second time, and once more when she tried a third.
>Bon Bon was a stubborn little horse.
>But she eventually gave up and worked alongside you, pouting the whole time.

>Eventually the order was finished and you spent the rest of the evening hanging out at the shop after hours.
>Bon Bon loosened up with her work done early, thankfully.
>It must have been a big weight off her shoulders, and you were glad to see her unwind finally and just talk with you.
>In particular, she had a lot of questions about where you came from, what you liked to do, what candies you liked, and so forth.
>The mare quickly became enthralled with having you try several of her homemade treats, telling you all about how they were made, what changes she made to each batch, and pressed you to give your thoughts.
>You weren’t much of a critic and didn’t have to lie to spare her feelings at all.
>Everything tasted great.
>Amusingly, Bon Bon was a bit frustrated by that.
>She genuinely wanted some critique on what worked best, but by the little puff in her chest, and that sneaky smile that she couldn’t keep off her muzzle, you knew it made her happy underneath all the blustering.

>Seriously though, Bon Bon didn’t have a candy cutie mark for nothing.
>There was a real charm to everything she made.

>As the day wound down and the shop reached it’s closing hours, you negotiated few more practice runs with Bon Bon.
>The mare had wanted to pay you some bits for your help today but you figured this would do you more good than money.
>She was understandably a bit grumpy about not getting a chance to return the favor, but after telling her about your promises to Pinkie and Dash, she reluctantly let it go.
>It was plain to see it bothered her to receive all the attention herself, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but love feeling of your tongue and fingers.
>You’d begun to learn the unique sensitivities to her—which spot to press with your tongue early, how rough to treat her clit when she was ready to cum.
>You even learned to keep her on edge for several seconds without letting her go over.
>It was a delicate art, with lots of gentle brushing and careful monitoring of her body language, but one that produced intense orgasms if you managed to pull it off.
>And it felt rewarding when you did.
>Bon Bon had a cute ‘O’ face and she got adorably loopy after a hard orgasm.
>After a few rounds of this, Bon Bon had all but collapsed and you let her fall asleep on your lap while running your fingers through her coat.

>There was a swell of pride in your chest, seeing her smiling in her sleep and nuzzling against you.
>This sweet little mare had been totally exhausted from pleasure, and it was all from you.
>Hopefully you’d learned enough to do that to Pinkie Pie.
>You really want to see her looking up at you, all loopy and blushing like Bon Bon had.
>Yeah… 
>And then you’d kiss that pon on her forehead and tell her she’s cute.
>You liked this plan.

>”How is she?” Twilight said as she finished wiping down the counter.

“Out like a light,” you answered, gesturing towards the little mare in your lap. 
“Is her bedroom upstairs? I can tuck her in and meet you outside. No need to lock up, right?”

>”Bon Bon is one of the ponies who likes to.”
>Twilight flashed a small silver key and headed towards the door.
>”Don’t take too long. We have one last lesson before it gets too late, okay?”

“Yes, ma'am,” you said, and gently cradled Bon Bon and headed to her loft.

>Bon Bon’s room was a simple one, though you took note of two beds, one with mint green sheets and another with pink.
>You laid Bon Bon down on the bed with pink sheets, assuming she like most ponies had a thing for color matching, and gently tucked her in.
>As you tiptoed out, you heard the rustle of sheets.

>”Anon?”
>You turned to see Bon Bon pushing herself up with her forehooves, eyes blinking blearily at you.
>”You heading out already? Here let me just—”

>You walked over and pressed your hand gently into her chest, easing her back down.
“Go ahead and get some rest. We cleaned everything up. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just relax, okay? Those oral lessons took a lot out of you.”

>Bon Bon scrunched at you for a few moments then let out a sigh and lowered herself back into her bed.
>”You’re a real butt, you know that?”

>You let out a laugh.
“Why’s that?”

>“Because you made me cum my brains out like six times and now I’m going to be sore for days. And you didn’t even let me return the favor!”
>You couldn’t help but laugh even harder at that.
>”Yeah laugh it up, Anon. After you’re done with your lessons and I can walk straight again, I’m going to get you back, you got that? We’ll see how you like it getting your cock sucked until you can’t think straight.”

>You smiled.
“I gotcha, Bon. It’s a date.”
>She didn’t answer for a while but you heard her grumble something under her breath.
“Good night, Bon Bon. I’ll see you around.”
>An with that, you softly shut the door and headed out.

>Time for the next lesson.

--

>The sun hung low over The Four Corners park as its denizens milled about, chatting, playing games on the green, and overall just enjoying the cool fall weather.
>Or in several cases, fucking.
>More than a few groups decided to wind down the day with some casual sex, using the benches, or cool patches of soft grass to get comfortable, and the result was an orchestra of errant giggling, wet slapping sounds, and the occasional moan.
>Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the edge of the bench.
>And god help you, it was lewd.
>You normally avoided the park at this hour for this exact reason.
>It was a kind of voyeuristic candyland, with blowjobs, double teaming, anal, and more than a few instances of enthusiastic intercourse around the field.
>Damn horny horses...

>Several mares gave you and Twilight friendly greetings and asked how your day was—Cherry Berry, Amethyst, and Roseluck, just to name a few.
>More than one darted their gaze to your crotch while you talked to them, their tails swaying side to side, signaling where their mind was occupied, but didn’t bother you.
>It made you laugh inwardly if you’re being honest.
>They didn’t mean to leer, and it was a compliment here anyhow.
>Though you were close to saying ‘my eyes are up here’ to Sea Swirl, who absently pressed her muzzle right into your crotch with a hum when she saw you were half mast.
>Even in Equestria, not asking was a bit rude, so you gave her a flick on the nose and told her you weren’t looking for any help right now.
>She apologized and headed off to find another partner, which left you, Twilight, and a very awkward lesson plan.

>”You ready, Anon?” Twilight said, scooting closer to you on the bench.
>She put a hoof on your thigh in a comforting gesture, though it did little for your beating heart.

“Yeah, a little. I just…”
>You let out a sigh.
“Just kinda nervous I guess.”

>Twilight frowned for a moment and bit her lip.
>“I know you have some strong reservations about this, Anon. I just thought it’d be something we should try to work on. But if you really do feel nervous, we can—”
>With a pop, a list appeared in front of her.
>“Oh! We can head home and I can relieve you there. I’ll put on a blindfold, so you won’t feel nervous about me seeing you naked. I read a guide that said blindfolds can really excite some stallions and I’d be happy to give it a try. How’s that sound, Anon?”

>VERY LEWD.
>You gritted your teeth as you felt your face heat up at the image of Twilight, inches away from your cock in a blindfold.
“That sounds—”

>”No good? You’re right. What if I end up hurting you because I can’t see what I’m doing.”
>She crossed it off her list. 
>“Sorry, I don’t have a list of your fetishes. This would be simpler if you’d just filled out my questionnaire.”

>You found yourself pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Look, Twi, you’re fine. That sounds good actually. I’d like to, but I don't want to back out without even trying. This has been holding me back for a long time. I just need a minute, is all.”

>Twilight gave you a silent ‘oh’ and cleared her throat.
>“Right… sorry. Take your time.”

>You gave her a nod and closed your eyes.
>Okay, just focus. 
>It’s not a big deal here.
>Breath in and out and relax like Rarity taught you.
>It won’t cause a scene or anything, right?
>It’s nothing to be weirded out by. It’s normal.
>... mostly normal.
>And there’s no foals around today so—

>”Is it because of your world’s culture, or something else?” Twilight said.

>You blinked your eyes open and turned to a fidgeting Twilight.
>The mare held her tail in her hooves, kneading it absently.
>Was she nervous or just horny?
>Probably both.

“Well…”
>You rubbed the back of your neck.
“Not exactly.”

>”Then what?” she said.
>Twilight pushed closer to you again, her soft coat and wings brushing against your arm.
>Just the feel of her against your skin made your heart jump.
>”This has been a major hangup for you this whole time, and it has me worried. I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”

>You sighed.
>Yeah she had a point.
>Twilight is doing this for you. The least you could do is help her out a little.
“I…” you began.
>God, you can’t believe you’re saying this.
“Don’t laugh, but I’m worried you guys will think I look weird.”

>Twilight gave you a blank look for a moment then it seemed to dawn on her.
>Her ears snapped back and she looked like someone had told her they couldn’t read.
>”Wait, you think we wouldn’t find you attractive? Do you...”
>She scooted close to your ear, dropping her voice to a whisper.
>”Do you think your penis looks weird?”

>You didn’t say anything, but from the change in Twilight’s expression, it must have shown on your face.
“Well, I don’t look like a horse down there.”

>”And you’re worried about that?” Twilight said. “Anon, that’s what makes you interesting and unique. It’d be weird if everycreature had a horse penis.”

>Fair point.
“Er… yeah and I guess. But even so, I’m not exactly the perfect human specimen overall, you know?”

>”You seem perfectly healthy to me.”

“Not like that. I mean, like, with sexual appeal.”

>She gave you another long, blank stare.
>”What, you think if we see what you look like under your clothes we’re suddenly going to not want to have sex with you?”
>She gave you a friendly smile, which melted away when she saw you not smiling back.
>“Wait, really? So you really think...”
>She trailed off and looked past you.
>Her face went through a variety of emotions, confused, sad, angry.
>It was like she was reforming everything, compartmentalizing every analysis she had of you all over again.
>After a few moments, she spoke again, this time her voice hard.
>”Who... did this to you?”

>You blinked.
“What do you mean?”

>Twilight took a long, slow breath, then looked you in the eyes.
>”Who taught you to be ashamed of yourself like this, Anon?” She said, her wings ruffling.
>”I thought I was wrong when I saw you with Bon Bon. You were confident and enthusiastic and you enjoyed yourself. It made me really happy to see you like that. But now I’m sure something is really wrong. Someone put the really nasty idea in your head that you’re not good enough, because everytime I see you second guess yourself, I get really upset.”

”Twi, it’s not a big deal I just—”

>”No! Anon, it is a big deal and it’s really messed up.”
>Twilight reared up and put her hooves on your chest.
>”I want to know who took this nice, handsome stallion and made him think he was ugly, because you’re really cute and any mare would be lucky to have you!”

>You sat there, stunned into silence as Twilight’s chest heaved.
>Her stare bore deep.
>It was a look filled with frustration, and more than just the past days worth of distress.
>It sunk in then, that you’d never really stopped to consider Twilight’s feelings in all of this.
>You’d pleasured Bon Bon repeatedly in front of her, refused her advances for who knows how long, and she likely felt just as betrayed as the others when you masterbated.
>She’d always worked hard to make sure you were doing okay and felt comfortable in Ponyville, always asking if you needed anything.
>Had she wanted to be closer perhaps?
>Was that her way of trying to get to know you better?
>Maybe. You wouldn’t know.
>You hadn’t paid her much attention, had you?
>A heavy feeling settled in your gut.
>You really hadn’t been a good friend to her, even beyond the sex.
>Here she was, dedicating her time to helping you, and you haven’t opened up to her at all in the last two days.
>At the very least, couldn’t you at least trust her that much?

>You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding and ran your hand over your scalp.
“Sorry, Twi. I just… I can try to explain as best I can. It’s just hard to talk about because It’s kinda personal and it has to do with my world. But you’re my friend, and I trust you. So if you really want to know why, I can do that.”

>Twilight slowly sank back down to her haunches and nodded to you.
>”You can tell me anything, Anon. I promise, I’ll do whatever I can to make it better.”

“Alright, well,” you said, leaning back against the bench.
“You asked who made me like this and really, the answer is… nobody. Or at least, nobody specifically. I’m not even unique in this case. There are a lot of humans like me and it’s considered pretty normal to be ashamed of your body. Like, uh—”
>You gestured with your hands, trying to think of an example.
“In my world, we have all these different ways to transmit images, and we have a lot of humans in our world too—way more than ponies—and we all vary a lot in size and shape. We’re not generally pretty or cute like ponies.”

>Twilight perked up a little.
>”You think we’re cute?”

“Oh, extremely,” you said booping her on the snout. 
“Us humans really value visually appealing things. In fact, one of the things humans do is find the best examples of human aesthetics and we make images of it. We put those pictures out there all over the place for others to see. It’s like when Fluttershy had a modeling thing for a bit, right, and there’s Fleur and Sassy Saddles, the mares who model Rarity’s clothes. They’re really pretty right?”

>”Yeah, they’re considered really beautiful by pony standards.”

“Right! Well imagine, ponies like them are all over the place, painted on buildings and billboards and posters. Maybe they’re selling things or maybe they’re just put there to be pretty and show that off, but in my world, this is the norm.”
“Everyone just sees these beautiful, handsome figures all day every day. And well, I guess it doesn’t really translate exactly, but when you see those people all the time, and then I compare myself to the kinds of guys in magazines and movies, and even cartoons, well…”

>”You think you don’t measure up?”

>You gave her a limp shrug.
“I mean, it’s not really even a question, honestly. I’m just kinda average. I don’t have abs like those guys, or piercing eyes, or a sharp jaw.”

>”I like your jaw.”

>You turned and gave Twilight a smirk while ruffling her mane.
“Well thank you. I appreciate that. But the point is, I’m not used to thinking of myself as the kind of guy people would WANT to see naked. I’ve been taught all my life that I’m not.”

>”Well, I-I’d like to see you naked. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do for a while now actually...”
>Twilight’s face lit up like a tomato and her eyes flicked up to yours, then back down to the ground again.
>It made you giggle a bit.
>She was an adorable little dork sometimes.

>You cocked your head at her.
“Really? Are you sure? You don’t even know what I look like under these clothes. Could end up really disappointed.”

>”No, that would never happen!” she said, suddenly looking determined. “In fact, I figure that’s almost an impossibility. I’ve seen you shirtless when we went swimming and I thought you looked perfect. And I wasn’t the only one. A lot of the girls have had a few fantasies from that weekend.”
>Oh… whoa okay.
>“But even if that wasn’t the case, Anon, it wouldn’t matter. You’re really amazing and you mean more to us than you know. I know it’s going to take more than that to believe me but you’re really cute, and smart and I can’t understand how humans would think any different. And even if you’re not perfect, I’m not going to think any less of you. Anon, you’re my friend and I like you. And—Anon, are you okay?”

>Fuck
>You could feel the moisture forming at the sides of your eyes and you’d looked away on instinct, trying to wipe it with your hand.
“Yeah. I just got something in my eyes. I’m good.”

>”You sure? It looks like you’re crying.”

>Goddammit.
“YES! I’m very sure. Just give me a second.”

>”O-Okay, sorry. Maybe that was too much?”

>After a second of rubbing your eyes clear and taking a totally manly deep breath, you answered her.
“No, it was good. I guess that was the pep talk I needed.”
>You put a hand to her cheek and she flinched, then eventually settled into it, eyes moving to meet yours.
>Her look held a question. 
“You’re a really good friend, Twi. Thank you.”
>Her chest swelled up and she gave you one of the cutest, happiest smiles you’ve ever seen on a pony.
>Heccin’ cutie.
>Okay, enough with the mushy stuff.
“Well long as you’re sure. I trust you, okay Twi?” you said, hooking your fingers into your jeans and tossing her a glance.

>Twilight snapped out of her trance.
>”Oh! Yes!” she said, nodding frantically. 
>”As long as you think you’re ready, that is. Oo, but this is so exciting! After this, you should let me photograph you so I can send references to the Equestrus Copulatus.”

“The what now?”

>”It’s a scientific group. They compile all the sexuall differences between species and put them in a compendium for mares and stallions interested in exotic sex. You can even order toys shaped like different species to try with a strapon out beforehand.”
>” Not to brag or anything but I have the latest special edition, which comes with a changeling queen’s cock. Did you know, changelings can cum from hoof holding if you say loving things at the same time? And they can deposit eggs in both female and ma—”

>You put a stop to her rant with a firmly placed boop.
”I appreciate your enthusiasm but I’d rather not learn about changeling breeding habits right at this moment. And I don’t know about sending photos of my dick to strangers. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

>”OH! Of course!” she said, putting a hoof to her mouth and the other out in front of her in a placating gesture.
>”I-I just thought it would be good to share this with the community. For science! I really should catalogue this for other… mares… and...”
>You gave her a look. 
>“Sorry. Continue please?”

>You shrugged.
>She’d probably hound you for some “tests” no doubt.
>Well, what are you gonna do?
>Twilight’s was a bit of a dork.
>A cute dork, but a dork nonetheless.
>Well, you thought, taking a deep breath.
>It was now or never.
>You began to drag your waistband over your hips, down your legs.
>Twilight’s bouncy energy left her in a split second as her eyes were drawn to your crotch.
>Her tail twitched behind her, wings ruffling at her sides as you slowly revealed a few inches of skin.
>Within moments, she hopped off the bench and sat in front of you, likely interested in a more direct view without any obstructions.
>Without any reason to stop her, you shrugged and continued to slowly, teasingly, pull your pants lower.
>With one final hank, you were down to your underwear, and you kicked your jeans to the side.

>You had to hold in a chuckle as Twilight’s expression turned from excitement to frustration.
>Yes, bookhorse, you wear pants under your pants.
>You like to be comfy and not chafe, thank you.
>Regardless of your reasons, Twilight barely suppressed a whine, seeing that her target was still concealed, but otherwise kept her eyes locked on your member.
>There was a small dark spot where the tip of your penis had leaked precum into you boxers, and her eyes were quickly drawn to it.
>Twilight’s nostrils flared, her eyes going wide, legs wobbling for a moment, threatening to buckle as she inched closer.

>”Anon, you smell amazing,” she said breathlessly.

>Twilight put her nose inches from your manhood, eager to let your scent envelope her.
>You could feel her breath coming in hot pants now, each exhale brushing against your loins.
>Despite the hazy look in her eyes, she still had the wherewithal to look up at you, and give a self conscious giggle.
>“Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away, Anon. Um, can you keep going? I’m dying to see what you look like.”
>You smiled. It was strangely exhilarating to see her so excited by something as simple as seeing you strip.
>Maybe this could be fun?
>You hooked your thumbs around the band of your underwear next, this time deciding to tease her a bit and shimey them side to side before moving them any lower.
>Twilight groaned and gave you a look that said ‘I know what you’re doing’ but smiled nonetheless.
>She knew you liked to play with your food so to speak.
>This much was to be expected at this point.
>After a few more seconds of playing with your waistband and listening to Twilight whine, you decided she’d had enough and began pulling them down again.
>The base of your shaft was the first to make an appearance.
>Twilight’s breath hitched, her mouth hanging open as she gave your cock a hungry stare.
>A few inches more and your waistband still held your member down, though just barely.
>She darted her eyes to you for just a moment as you slowed, your heart thudding hard in your chest.
>This was it.
>Just one last bit to go.
>“Please, Anon,” Twilight said, her voice pained. “Pleeease don’t tease me anymore. I’ve been waiting to see you forever.”

>True enough.
>Twilight had been trying to get you to open up for some time, and now you suspect those gentle proddings about making you more comfortable had a more personal motivation.
>Whatever the case, you wouldn’t deny her any longer.
>With a deep breath, you gave one final pull.
>Your cock sprung free into the open air, and your member tapped Twilight on the muzzle as it came up, already half hard.
>The effect on her was immediate, as she let out a long, shuddering breath as a shiver ran through her.
>Just seeing the way she looked at you, the way her eyes almost seemed transfixed your cock caused your heart to quicken and your dick to harden.
>Within moments, your member stood full and rigid, your heartbeat lending a small twitch every so often as Twilight sat in front of you.
>She gasped, eyes going wide as she looked up at it, completely engrossed.

>”Anon, oh my gosh.”
>She put her hooves to her mouth.

>You flinched.
“What? I-Is it weird?”

>“No! Anon, you’re really cute,” she said beaming up at you.
>”How were you worried when you look like this? Oh, gosh, It looks so smooth. And it’s such a cute color. Celestia, it probably feels amazing. I—I really want it touch it and see what you feel like...”

>You felt your face flush, heart pounding in your ears as you considered letting her do just that, but the reality of your situation was still settling in.
>God, you were actually bottomless, in public no less.
>And it was hot.
>Scary, sure, but hot.
>Around the park, ponies had taken notice of you, some sparing a glance, others hovering a few yards away and staring at your cock.
>Your legs twitched and a deep shiver ran through you as you felt their eyes tracing across your flesh.
>Their expressions varied from neutrally curious to aroused and envious, but above all, there was one look that was missing.
>Disgust.
>None of the mares or stallions seemed to mind that you were exposed, or that you looked different for that matter.
>If anything, most of them disregarded your state of undress.
>It was like seeing a friend in a new hat, or different jacket.
>A few noted it, but most seemed too occupied to pay it much mind.
>Even still, you were amazed to see a few mares giving hungry, wanting glances.
>With all those lustful eyes settling on you as Twilight admired your cock, the fear and excitement congealed into something far more potent.
>It drove your arousal even higher, morphing it into an electric tingle that made you curl your toes.
>All those mares knew what you looked like now.
>They’d be thinking about your exposed, hard cock as you greeted them in the morning, or walked about doing your grocery shopping on Sundays.
>They’d all know your exact shape, curve and size, and they’d all be thinking about how it would feel inside them.
>It was almost too much to handle.
>You white knuckled the edge of the bench.

>“Anon?”
>You looked down at Twilight.
>She was a bit flushed herself, though she had a playful, friendly smile that put you at ease.
>“You’re really brave for trying this.  I can tell you’re nervous, so just focus on me and don’t worry about anypony else. How are you feeling so far?”

“I—I’m nervous, but it’s kind of exciting. I don’t know how to explain it. My skin is tingling all over and everything feels hot.”

>Twilight’s tail wagged behind her and she looked on the verge of hugging you.
>”Oh yes! This is excellent, Anon. Okay, um, Rarity said not to rush, and I know this is your first time doing something like this, but I really want to touch you. Can I, please?”
>She looked at you with those large, lavender eyes, begging you to say yes.
>Despite your nerves, the idea of letting Twilight feel you in front of everyone sent a tingle up your spine.
>You were still tense, that much was certain, but your arousal had overwhelmed any sense of propriety at this point.
>If anything the idea of having other mares watch somehow made it hotter.
>Because you knew you’d be turning a lot of them on.

>You let out a long breath, trying to calm yourself down.
”Y-Yeah. Go ahead, Twi. I think I’d like that.”

>Twilight did an excited little squirm then lifted a hoof towards you.
>”Okay, I’ll start slow. Let me know if you want to stop.”
>She reached out and her hoof made contact, bumping against your glans, causing you to twitch.
>The sensation, despite how simple an act it was, sent sparks through you and you gasped.
>Twilight gave you a glance, looking for any signs of discomfort, and when you gave her a reassuring nod, she returned her hoof to your cock again.
>Twilight ran her frog, gentle as can be, from your scrotum to head in one, experimental motion, drawing a breath from both of you again.
>How on earth were you this sensitive?
>Her frog was surprisingly soft and felt better than it had any right to, and from the way she was looking at your manhood, she probably felt similarly intrigued.
>How did she put it, again?
>To her, you were smoother than a stallion’s cock, with a different shape that was technically one of a kind in Equestria.
>Maybe that unique anatomy made something as simple as gliding a hoof actually feel pleasurable.
>She brushed her hoof against the underside of your cock once more, fascinated by your texture and the way you felt against her.
>Your head was starting to swim with need.

>”Did that feel good?” Twilight said, tilting her head at you.

“That’s a bit of an understatement, Twi. Your hooves are really soft.”

>”Can I keep going? Is this too much?”

“I think I can calm down a little if I focus. Go ahead and enjoy yourself, Twi.”

>Twilight grinned, then edged closer and sat down, this time using both hooves.
>She was careful, her soft appendages barely a whisper on you, though they still felt amazing.
>It was like being rubbed with two silk pads, each brushing along your shaft in coordinated sweeps.
>Her magic soon joined in, lightly stroking up and down your cock with practiced ease.
>One hoof moved lower to cradled your balls, while the other caressed the underside of your head every so often, sending tingles of pleasure through you.
>She began jacking you off in earnest, finding a nice steady pace and watching your reactions carefully.
>You must have looked like you were really enjoying it, because she flashed you an excited smile.

>“I’ve been reviewing my pony sutra,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to try these on you. Is it good?”
>You couldn’t suppress a moan as her magic squeezed down on you for a moment, before resuming it’s downward stroke.
>Twilight giggled and bit her lip.
>”I’ll take that as a yes.”

>Her magicjob sped up slightly as a lustful look overcame her.
>Magic squeezed your shaft at random intervals, the alien, feather-like sensation working your nerves over thoroughly just like the last time you experienced it.
>God, why were magicjobs so good feeling?
>She eventually settled on a lazy, almost teasing pace and you reacted in kind, groaning and squirming in your seat, your body begging for more.
>You’d been so backed up the last day or so.
>Between all that time with Bon Bon and sleeping next to this cute little mare, you wanted nothing more than to cum all over her adorable smiling face.
>And despite her slowed pace, you felt yourself getting closer to climax.
>You clenched your eyes shut, willing your body to just hold on for a little while longer.
>You didn’t want this to end so soon.
>But god, Twilight would look so hot with cum all in her mane.

>Soon a new sensation joined the others.
>Something soft and warm pressed against your cock and, you heard, as well as felt, Twilight give a contented hum.
>The sound sent a vibration through your cock and your eyes shot open to see Twilight nuzzling your manhood.

>“It’s so warm,” Twilight said with a sigh.
>Her back arched as she closed her eyes, content to simply press her cheek into you for a few moments.
>“Anon, you have no idea how long I wanted to just feel you against my skin.”
>She rubbed her face up and down your shaft, looking as content as could be as her fur dragged along your smooth skin.
>Meanwhile her magic, unaffected by her physical form, continued to lazily drift and down your member.
>You couldn’t help but give a small jerk of your hips, instinct momentarily taking hold.
>You only managed to roughly bump against her cheek, which drew an ‘Oh!’ and a giggle from Twilight.

>A bead of pre surfaced on your tip, and the mare beneath you took notice, her nostrils flaring at the heady scent before she leaned back.
>She licked her lips, eyeing her prize as it glimmered in the setting sunlight.
>With your promise to Pinkie, she obviously couldn’t lick it off, but Twilight was an exceptionally clever pony.
>She gave a thoughtful hum, then gave a curt nod as a solution came to her.
>With a little purr, Twilight pushed her lips against the underside of your cock, all the while keeping her gaze focused on her prize.

>“Anon,” she said, voice sweet as honey. “Could you please drip a little more for me?”
>She began to pepper your penis with kisses, each one sending your nerves into a frenzy of pleasure, pushing you deeper into an already mind-numbing ecstasy.
>“I really want to taste you, Anon. Just a little more. Celestia, your scent is the best.”
>Twilight lavished you with kisses, pouring nearly a whole year of pent up desire all into your cock, treating like it was the most delectable thing to ever grace her lips.
>It was enough to get her what she wanted.
>With a deft squeeze of your cock from Twilight’s magic, your precum swelled until it was too heavy to stay and oozed down in a long line towards her face.
>Twilight angled her lips below your head, eyes closed and ready to receive her treat as your precum dribbled across her slightly parted lips.
>She let out a satisfied moan, basking in the gooey sensation on her skin.
>Her tongue crept out, running across her upper lip and savoring your nectar before bringing little samples of it into her mouth as you continued to drizzle down onto her.
>Eventually the drip subsided and Twilight opened her eyes again.

>She smacked her lips for a moment, then gave you a smile.
>”Wow, that was a really interesting flavor, Anon. I could get used to that. By the way, your pre isn’t a bad consistency but I think I can get it to ideal viscosity if you’d be willing to follow a regimented diet. That or I could make an enchantment. I’d do all the calculations and deal with the component costs for you of course. I just need to take regular samples to ensure quality.”

>You laughed.
>Oh god, more magic.
“Twilight, is this your version of dirty talk or do you really want to do that?”

>She leaned forward as she considered it, your cock already pressed against the side of her face again.
>”Erm, can it be both?” she said with a hopeful look.

“Well, it’s not very good dirty talk,” you said, brushing your hand gently across her other cheek.
>She let out a satisfied hum and closed her eyes.
“But if today was any indication, I’ll be game for whatever magic play you want.”

>”Really?”

>You shrugged.
“Yeah why not? I really enjoy doing this stuff with you.”

>Twilight bit her lip and nuzzled into your member, like a kid with a teddy bear.
>It was almost like she was unwilling to part from it.
>”That sounds really nice,” she said, her voice low and filled with need. “But there’s something I want more than that right now, and I know you need it too.”
>She lifted her head and looked you in the eyes.
>In those beautiful lavender eyes, you saw a thirst, hungry and wanting, that had awakened.
>”I really really want to feel you cum for me. Will you let me, Anon?”

>Far be it from you to deny her. 
>Besides, at this point, if you didn’t cum you’d probably go crazy.
“Yeah. I could really use it actually, Twi. Please...”

>”Oh good,” she said, sounding relieved. “I don’t know what I’d do if you wanted to stop after all this.”

“Er, Twi,” you said sitting up. “Do you want me to do anything for you? You haven’t gotten any attention all day.”

>Twilight’s mind had already gone back to your cock, her snout gingerly pressed against it.
>”Oh. That’s sweet of you, Anon, but I’ve been wanting to do this with you for a long time. I can wait until we get back home to get off myself. Right now, all I want is to feel you cum if that’s alright.”

“Okay. If that’s what you want.”

>She nodded, still rubbing herself like a cat along your length, now pressing you against the underside of her neck.
>”Yeah. I’m going to just go for it now. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

>Before you could ask what exactly she had in mind, her horn surged and her magic began to piston up and down your length.
>You yelped, hands gripping the bench.
>Oh wow, okay, she was really going for it.
>Each stroke she came all the way up, wrapping her aura and swirling it around your head for a moment before slamming back down your length.
>Your vision blurred, pleasure slamming into your brain like a freight train.
>Through the haze you could hear her talking to you, voice heavy with need but still carrying a casual quality to it.
>Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
>”I want it on my muzzle and on my lips. Maybe some in my tuft if there’s enough. Last night I had a dream about you cumming in your sleep all over me and I really really want the real thing. Tell me when you’re close so I can get everything.”

“Twi! Aah, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out,” you said, gasping for breath.

>”Go ahead, Anon. Don’t hold back. Give me everything.”

>Twilight shoved her face against your member once more, nuzzling against it as her magic pumped away faster and faster.
>It felt like being jackhammered by warm feathers, squeezed tight around your cock, all the way up and down your entire length.
>The magic covered every inch of you, hitting every nerve and sending your mind reeling.
>You doubled over, hands going to Twilights mane as a familiar tingle welled up in your center.
>You were nearly there.
>It wouldn't be long before you gave Twilight exactly what she wanted.
>Twilight was relentless, seemingly intent on attacking every erogenous zone simultaneously, driving you closer and closer to a tipping point.
>You out a long, low groan, your legs going weak as her pistoning magic a blur as it drove you further, pushing your pleasure higher than you thought possible.
>Part of you wanted to hold back on instinct, to last a little bit longer and show Twilight you had some control, some sort of arbitrary sexual prowess to prove.
>You clenched down, using your abdominal muscles to gain you a scant few seconds, anything at all to stem the inevitable tide of cum.
>But she wasn't interested in anything like stamina.
>She wanted to see you cum.
>Her tuft tickled against your legs as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her eyes boring into you with a needy lust that wouldn't be denied any longer.

“Twilight, I’m going to—!”
>You felt Twilight shudder, which would serve as your only warning as her magic surged again.
>Her aura became a blur, plunging up and down your cock at maddening speeds, and just as you thought you couldn’t possibly have your pleasure pushed any further, you felt one more spell.
>There was a jolt somewhere deep inside of you, making your vision go white as what felt like fireworks exploded in your brain. 
>Your balls clenched tight, member twitching as you moaned and you came, crashing over the edge like an avalanche.
>Hot cum blasted over Twilight, the mare gasping in bliss as you coated her face.
>You bucked your hips fitfully, Twilight’s magic still pistoning as you shot rope after rope across her muzzle, her mane, her tuft.
>It felt endless, like you were trapped in a feedback loop of pleasure, each second shocking you as your spunk continued to shoot.
>Eventually, your climax ebbed, leaving Twilight with a small but relatively steady drip of ejaculate dribbling out of your cockhead.
>You collapsed against the bench, gasping, trying to form coherent words as your muscles gave out on you.

>What… what on earth did she do?
>What was that last spell?
“Twi, what did, aaah…”
>Your vision swam and you gave up halfway.
>Whatever it was, it did a number on you.
>Twilight for her part was occupied basking in the warm, gooey feeling of being coated with your essence.
>Her eyes were half lidded and her breathing came in long pants, almost like she’d run some incredible race.
>She hadn’t orgasmed at all of course, not physically at least, but by the look she gave of pure, unhindered satisfaction, it was almost like she had in some way.
>A long, satisfied sigh left her as she sat there, taking just a little longer to savor the sensation.
>But she eventually answered you.

>”It was a prostate shock,” she said.
>Her tongue traced across her upper lip, brushing against a glob of your cum.
>She hummed with approval.

“What… the heck… Twi…”

>The mare in question blinked, some of the lustful haze leaving her.
>”What? Did you not like it?”

“No… just… warn me next time.”

>”Oh. Sorry.”
>Her ears folded back against her head.
>”I just really really wanted to finally make you cum. I… are you mad at me?”

>You sighed
“No, it’s fine. But when I can move again, I’m going to do two things to you. One, you’re going to get the booping of a lifetime for nearly making me black out.”

>Twilight blushed and nodded, accepting her fate to some degree.
>”O-Okay, what’s the second thing?”

>You sat up as much as you could, looking her in the eyes.
>She stiffened and met your gaze.

“When we get back home tonight, I’m going to finger you till you can’t walk straight.”

--