My name is Anna Lingus and I’m a ninja. A butthole ninja.

You ever been walking down the street and felt a warm tickle on your chocolate starfish? That was me.

You ever sit down and start feeling like something was firmly yet lovingly stretching your rectum? That was me.

You ever spend your day just wanting somepony to bend you over a table and shove their warm, wet, and sexy tongue right in your most sensitive of places? Well that wasn’t me but we really should meet up.

Most ponies go around with their snouts in the air, all high and mighty, thinking that placing their lips upon the divine derriere of another is just revolting. That the mighty ponut is undeserving of being tenderly loved, caressed and cherished. That all ponies should live their lives without ever knowing what it feels like to have their most sexual of spots be venerated as they truly deserve.

It is I who those uptight ponies fear. Every time I walk in a crowd I detect that faint, perverse but beautiful desire of a pony wishing that an experienced tongue would find itself rammed deep into their ponut. And I truly wish that one day I could walk up to you and give that plump little butt of yours the eating out of a lifetime, right in the middle of the street.

But that day is not yet here, so I must hunt those whose ponuts cry out for me in the dark, and conduct my most necessary of services in the utmost of secrecy.

PONUT OF THE DAY: RAINBOW DASH

My horn could feel her rear end calling out to me from a few miles away. I could sense that maddeningly teasing itch that all sphincters demanding to be seduced feel. I made haste; I snuck up back alleys, ducked behind market carts, walked openly down the street since no pony really suspected me of doing anything (I mean how often do you look at a pony and think she’s planning on assaulting your butthole?). It took me a little while, but I spotted her, calmly trotting down an empty dirt road.

Her face, while mostly chipper, seemed a little bit annoyed. How much of that was due to the tiny chicken looking filly talking to her or her unspoken desire to have her ass be thoroughly tongue fucked, I could not say. But I could feel the waves of her desire washing over me, a lust demanding to be sated, a voice from behind her tail whispering in my ear, “Lick me”.

It was then I prepared myself for my task. After scanning my surroundings to see if anypony was looking in my direction, my horn flashed and I instantly vanished. A few more spells were necessary to complete my job: one to mask any noises or scents coming from me, one to lengthen my tongue, and a final one to make Rainbow dash be more receptive to what I was about to do. A lifetime of negative reinforcement about the great and glorious ponut have made even the most anal loving of ponies ashamed of any good feelings back there. My hope is that when I’m done not only will Dash have the fire of butt love warming her heart be fed, but that her future , and anus, become more open to new and wondrous sensations.

I began my approach. I quickly snuck up behind her, the prattling of the filly filled my ears. Dash’s luxurious tail swung back and forth, rubbing itself across my face. The soft fibers petting my nose, my lips, my cheeks, spreading the soft scent of the sweet shampoo that the she must have used. However I knew I mustn’t be distracted, while rimming could theoretically be done while the rimmee was walking it wasn’t quite the easiest thing to do for the rimmer and would be a lackluster experience for all. I waited for the two to come to a standstill in the middle of what appeared to be a park; a few ponies passing around us every once in a while.

That was when I chose to strike.

I slowly moved her tail away with my face; I noticed Dash do a slight head turn to look behind her, but seeing no pony there went back to pretending to listen to the blank flank bugging her. I chose to let my warm breath lightly breeze against her darkest entrance; letting my eyes gaze lovingly at her most private of areas. My brain memorized every fold, every crevice; my imagination conjured up a thousand ways to please her. Dash felt like the type that needed a little bit of romancing to get the job done.

With that in mind I placed a soft kiss on her downy left cheek. Dash seemed to have tensed up and her neck snapped back to stare at what could have done that, but seeing nothing she must have assumed it was just in her head. Once she calmed down I went back to business: slowly placing kisses all over that tight, athletic ass of hers. I started from the outer part of her cheeks before slowly working my way to the center of her crack. I wanted to dive down in there, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment.

I whipped out my tongue and placed it right at the farthest edge of her anal ridge. I could feel her tense up even harder than before, but my previous calming spell kept her far more docile then she normally would have been. I slowly dragged my tongue under the ridge, going around in a lazy circle. I’d only use the very tip of my tongue, a sharp focal point so as to make the sensation even more pronounced. I could hear ponies slowly walk around us, even one stopped by and decided to have a chat. I could hear Rainbow Dash stutters some responses, “Umm…umm, I’m, uh, doing fine! Uh, no I’m not sick, my face is just, uh, usually this red!” I smiled at her nervousness, just the thought of having your ass eaten in public must be turning her on so much. Heck, I didn’t even need to guess how turned on she was: I could smell her slit slowly becoming more wet, I could feel her begin a slow but repetitive wink.

Once I felt that the very edge of her ponut has gotten its share of love, I slowly dragged my tongue closer to the center. However I stopped just shy of falling right into her black hole, and begun another round of lazy circles. I’d slide over to the outer edge before doing a lap around and I’d finish off with a few quick strikes right around the very middle of her hole. Each pattern would be different every time, my tongue counting off the folds, following them however they go before starting anew somewhere else.

My tease was working wonders on Dash. I could detect the lust screaming from her backside. I could hear the tension in her voice whenever she was forced to speak to somepony nearby, I could smell the arousal wafting from her pussy and feel it coat every pore on my face. The soft cyclical squish of her winking becoming quicker and louder. I gripped her flanks with both of my hooves to force her to stop squirming away.

The second I could feel her need reach a torturous apex I begun the final stage of my plan. I ended my teasing circles and timed my strike into the very middle of her asshole with one of her harder winks. My tip was firmly buried in her crevice while the rest of my tongue twisted and turned, drilling its way into her. I could hear her squeak and whinny, her voice becoming more and more frazzled, forced to come up with excuses for her odd behaviour to those who stopped and stared.

As my tongue forced its way into her I knew it was time to unleash another flurry of spells. One spell would spread a delicious warmth from my mouth, warming every bit of her rump. The next would relax every fiber of her being, allowing me to piston deeper and deeper. A third spell would send an invisible hoof to tug lightly on her tail, while a forth brought loving kisses where the hair met flesh.

Every second passed I could feel myself plunge further and further into her; I’d drag myself provocatively out of her before ramming down farther than where I was before. My elongated tongue was stretching to its limit, but I knew I would not be satisfied unless I was tonsil deep inside this most beautiful of posteriors. I could see out the corner of my eye more and more ponies stopping to gawk at Rainbow Dash; her ragged breathing and fragrant musk made for the most perverse of scenes. I could feel the flames of desire screaming from within her, emanating through her rear, flooding my mouth and sliding down my throat.

It took a bit more force than I was planning but I finally could feel myself fully rooted within her. It was then I set off my final spell: one that would force Dash to become incapable of paying attention to anything outside her ass. No longer was her mind stuck on the shocked expressions of everypony around her, no longer was she battling to explain to herself what was happening, no longer was she trying to pretend that she wasn’t loving every second of this. With one spell Rainbow Dash reduced herself from being the tough, aggressive and dominant pony that she was, down to a long, luxurious tunnel topped with the most sensitive of ponuts.

My tongue swirled and twisted around, stretching out every single part of her. My little tentacle was folding into itself before springing right out, sending the most profane of sensations down to the very core of her being. My magic just added to the fray of new feelings, her body quaking as every single possible part of her ass was assaulted in ways that before today Dash could only have dreamed of. I could feel the waves of lust cresting higher and higher; magical notes of satisfaction and release becoming louder and louder. Her wet, dripping cunt was winking harder and more lewdly than before, trying to add to the pleasure that she was feeling. But we both knew that from now on that paltry little pussy of hers would play second fiddle to her most ravishing of rumps; her sexuality refocusing itself to the correct and most divine sex organ.

It was then I could feel it, her lust reaching its zenith. A dam burst from within as she clamped down as hard she could. That inferior hole of hers splashed cum all over the ground as she gave a loud and feminine moan. Dash’s knees buckled and slowly she sank to the ground; my tongue pulling itself from out of her with a vulgar, sexual “pop”. I smiled down at the little pony, enjoying the sight of a fully contented mare, and partially enjoying the embarrassed look on crowd around me.

I always like to leave a memento to those whose butts I’ve most thoroughly enjoyed, a personal calling card if you will. I magically painted my lips orange, feeling it would contrast well with the blue of her coat, craned my neck down and placed a big, wet kiss right on her hole. I slowly trotted away, only looking back both see the crowd approach Rainbow Dash (as well as a few noticing the bright orange lipstick mark), and once I knew I was alone made myself visible.

I went over the experience again in my mind, writing down a mental list of what I felt worked and what I believed needed improvement; a necessary piece of clerical work for a seductress of sphincters such as myself. Satisfied with that little piece of housekeeping, I happily skipped my way back home, feeling accomplished for another job well done.

With that said I couldn’t help but feel as though somepony was watching me…

Author's Notes:

This will be the first chapter in a series of sexcapades following Anna Lingus. Who will she eat out next? Who was the pony watching her? What wine goes best with pony ponuts? All those questions and more will be answered in the following chapters!

Not so sure about the last question though.