Anon

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>Be out in the Ponyville market on a rather unremarkable day.
>Running errands.
>Wait-
>Be Starlight Glimmer.
>Now be out running errands.
>Just another one of the many responsibilities your herd has assigned you.
>A little nervous given the events from a few days ago, so your mind isn't exactly free from distraction.
>Especially since you didn't sleep that night and had a restless sleep the next two.
>Pull out the list from your saddlebags, paranoid you may have forgotten something.
>You were on a short leash as it was.
>Both literally and metaphorically.
>No need to add reasons to extend whatever punishment they came up with this time.
>Unless?
>You put away the list and carry on down the path for a moment before stopping.
>You pull the list back out, realizing that you were so distracted that you looked at the list without even seeing what was written on it.
>Focusing this time and recounting what you'd gathered so far, you reorient yourself towards the next and last destination.
>Your foggy state of mind has robbed you of the sensibility to make your trip efficiently, instead rather ping-ponging back and forth across the market stalls as things popped into your mind.
>This had undoubtedly taken a good bit longer than it otherwise should've.
>Twi and Trix would probably chastise you for it.
>Even if it was partially their fault you were in this state.
>Rounding a corner you can see the last stop.
>Applejack's apple stall.
>Sweet Apple Acres supplied the town with a large amount of the needed daily apples for whatever needs.
>As such it was usually busy, but given her erratic path throughout the market most ponies have already come by and left.
>Applejack spots you and waves once your eye contact and trajectory makes it clear that you intend to drop by.
>With less customers at the end of the morning rush, she would usually be in a more talkative mood.
>Now that she had the time to talk, she'd typically use it to catch up with those happening by that she couldn't engage with often given her rigorous work schedule.
>Anticipating a conversation, you mentally sharpen your focus.
>In the tired state, you should be able to maintain focus for long enough.
>Especially if you get engaged, Applejack could bring you out of the funk somewhat and rejuvenate your energy levels enough to make it home.
>"Howdy Starlight! Y'here to arrange another friendship lesson fer yer students?"
>The country mare procures her namesake produce from a nearby barrel without even looking away.
>"Or are ya here for a different kind of business?"
>Breathing you muster the focus and strength to return her enthusiasm.
"Hey Applejack! Hehe, not quite. I'm just running some errands."
>A playful swat of your hoof sells her on the nonchalant nature of your meeting.
>"Well, what can Ah do you fer? We have some fresh fritters on the way for lunch options any minute now."
>What?!

>It's already that close to lunch time?!
>You may have had a late start this morning but you didn't think that you'd have burned 2 hours at the market!
Snapping out of it you respond, "oh uh, no thanks! A dozen apples please. Anon said he would be attempting a desert from his homeworld!"
>At the mention of your husband possibly encroaching on her territory, Applejack shoots you a confident but playful smirk.
>"To think y'all would be holdin' out on me? Ah'm wounded."
You giggle politely at her faux outrage.
>"Even Twi? Foreshame Anon, foreshame."
"It's nothing quite so conspiratorial. He just remembered something and had the idea to make it a date. It won't matter if we know what we're doing or not."
>Assured that there's no likelihood in success and an even further possibility Applejack would have competition she nods in acknowledgement.
>"Alright, just don't forget you have an expert to help y'all backwards engineer whatever this apple desert is once yer ready to get serious."
"Of course, wouldn't go to anyone else!"
>While she packs your apples in a brown bag you withdrew from the full saddlebags, you prepare the required bits for the memorized going rate.
>While both of you were occupied, a notable gust blew through the market.
>Despite Applejack being downwind of you she wasn't protected from the sudden wind.
>You swear you could see her sniff the air for a moment, as if checking for something.
>A moment later and you're presented with your groceries.
>You magic over the bits before she stops you.
>"No need Starlight, take this and give mah thanks to Ahnon for his help over at the farm last week. Big Mac and Ah can only do so much sometimes."
>Stunned for but a moment you know better than to argue with her.
"Thanks! We're eager to help out a friend and thankful to have one like you. I'll be sure to tell him."
>You stand by for a moment to smile at her and show your appreciation.
>"Uh, speakin' of helping friends out- do ya need somepony to turn to?"
>The sudden shift from gratitude to concern caught you off guard.
"Pardon? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean."
>She looks around to make sure the coast was clear.
>"Jus' offerin', sugarcube. Nevermind it, enjoy yer date!"
>You flash a nervous smile, paranoia creeping up your spine and neck.
"Oh! Of course, yeah! Thanks AJ, see you next time!"
>"See ya later partner!"
>After hastily breaking off the interaction, your mind runs.

>Quickly worming your way back through the market as it's rejuvenated with early lunch stall setups, you nervously ponder just what she meant.
>You may be fairly new to this whole friendship thing, but you knew statements like that came with some unspoken subtext.
>Applejack has shown herself to be utterly incapable of lying.
>Even if it's an ambiguous statement to withdraw information from somepony.
>And she chose her words carefully.
>Specifically not saying "it's nothing, sugarcube."
>Does she know?
>A flash of fear strikes through you for a moment, and dies down just the same - leaving a nervous pit in your stomach at the idea other ponies know.
>No.
>They wouldn't tell anypony.
>Mind scrambling for a moment to try and rationalize the situation and quell your fears, you think back to that specific interaction.
>Nothing really stuck out.
>That was a rather normal interaction otherwise.
>But...
>What if?
>Not all communication is necessarily verbal or even visible.
>Living with your husband and herd sisters had certainly made this a glaring reality.
>There were bound to be misunderstandings about body language.
>You all knew that going into it.
>But there were other fascinating indicators such as the hormones Anon gave off.
>Especially once he took off those clothes for the first time.
>Whew.
>You felt like you could roll around in his bed and cum from that alone.
>And straight from the source?!
>You could smell his potent lust and knew he was horny the second he stepped into the room.
>The sizeable bulge in his pants visible just above eye level for you and the other ponies would usually work, but sometimes he could conceal it well enough.
>Shaking your head to clear it of the recurring lustful daydreaming, you remember how Applejack sniffed the air when the breeze caught your scent.
>You weren't in a particular mood.
>Okay...
>Maybe all the constant sexual denial has had you so constantly pent up that you're now constantly in a base state of mild arousal?
>If so, then what Applejack offered takes on an entirely new meaning.
>And you don't think she meant it like that.
>Either way, you're still really embarrassed while you try to figure it out.
>To have assaulted your friend's senses with your pathetic mindless horniness.
>You wouldn't have been in this state and doing such a thing if it weren't for this herd.
>Though it's not like you're one to talk.
>You like it and have even been guilty of basking in the scents of your herd sisters yourself.
>Though, AJ catching an errant whiff of your hormones is nothing like actively inhaling the heady air of your bedroom on frisky nights.
>Even on the nights where that wasn't the case, Anon still carried Twi and Trix's marks on him whether he knows it or not.
>Being forced to be around such a constant reminder of what you can't have like that, naturally you'd be driven to touch yourself!
>But rules are rules, and you broke them...
>Wait.
>Wait!

>An all too familiar and persistent heat within you reappears.
>A reminder of what you cannot have...
>Your breath hitches, making you mindful of your heart's more ramped up pace than usual.
>A noticeable hormone cocktail that other mares can smell outright.
>A not insignificant excitable thudding persists which forms a blush and reddens the tips of your ears.
>No way.
>During the brief pauses of your heartbeat, the absence of the pounding leaves an opportunity for the butterflies in your stomach to tease the bottom of your heart.
>Could AJ have picked out your scent and realized you've not yet been claimed by Anon?!
>Butterflies is only a half accurate description of the familiar but vividly alive sensation.
>But, when did she have a chance to-
>But, the chaotic and frantic whirling of a bunch of butterflies matches the pace inside.
>Anon did just help out last weekend at the farm!
>Your heart is being licked at like the crackling tips of flames from a fire.
>And she just caught a definitive profile of your scent.
>The fire below your stomach being your aching marehood.
>The excitement continues to ramp up as you come to the realization that other ponies could have been able to piece together your position in the herd this whole time!
>A fire that continues to burn in desperation to be tended too.
>Embarrassment.
>At being found out.
>Excitement.
>At the ever-present and possibly realized risk of being exposed.
>Shame.
>For the perverse herd dynamics you're involved in.
>For being the lowest in the hierarchy.
>Fear.
>That anypony at any time could put two and two together given the opportunity, and attention to detail.
>At the possibility that others already know.
>The feelings are so overwhelming you nearly miss the thought that crossed your mind.
>You had been out with Anon at the insistence of Twi and Trix an awful lot lately.
>You thought this was just genuine bonding time.
>And it was.
>But the realization that even this would double as another form of humiliation for you only makes all the more sense.
>Could this have been the punishment you were promised?
>No.
>Nothing so simple as this.
>The recent revelation has your marehood aching.
>Instinctively, you fight the urge to hike your tail.
>Instead opting to clamp it down to hide your inevitable winking and dripping.
>You were even panting a little bit.
>If the wind picks up again, everypony in the market will think you're in an early heat.
>The thought only makes you more excited.
>Stubbornly planting yourself in a wider stance to more forcefully shake your head clean, you rattle your brain back on track.
>Ugh.
>If the earlier infraction didn't threaten to doom you to an elongated discipline then this might just.
>The thought of your pending discipline being extended arbitrarily anyways crossed your mind.
>And it also only served to turn you on more.
>No!
>Stop!
>Don't wink, don't wink, don't-
A soft "Uuungh" escapes you.