Be Fluttershy, tired after a long day feeding and helping your critters. Most of the time, you don't mind taking care of others, you are a mare, after all. All that's left is your... guest. You feel a little guilty about not telling your friends about him, but...

You open the door to your cottage, and the aroma of lavender tea wafts by. Anon turns at the sound and gives you a warm smile.

"Welcome home. How were the bears?"

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

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

"I'll bet."

Anon brings you a cup and settles beside you, sipping at his tea. You sidle up beside his leg, basking in his stallionish warmth. The tea helps as well, and you feel all the tenseness of the day flow out of you. You sigh happily. Anon chuckles in his deep, velvety voice. His fingers burrow through your mane and scratch at your scalp. It's official, you are in Elysium. Feeling a little bold, you lay your head on Anon's thigh.

He just continues scritching your head like nothing happened. Any sleepiness you felt evaporates from the heat blooming from your loins. You take deep breaths through your nose, savoring his musky scent. Maybe it was the tea, or his smell, or the way he smiled at you. Whatever it was, you stroke his thigh with your forehoof, blushing all the while.

"Fluttershy?"

You gaze on his patient, trusting face. Such a pure colt.

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

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

You do like seeing a stallion manage the little ones so well. It makes you warm in all sorts of ways, like winking in your heart.

"No, I was just thinking..."

Okay, you can do this, you practiced with Rarity for hours, um. N-no homo. You give Anon your best smoldering look.

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

So.

Assertive.

You are really proud of yourself! Anon pauses in scritching your scalp.

"Are you propositioning me, Flutterbutterbutt?"

Oh no! He totally thinks you think he is easy!

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

He boops your nose. It's hard not to scrunch, and you can tell you scrunched a little. Anon chuckles, but his eyes look different. Bright, excited, hungry. Oh mare, you better not mess this up.

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

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

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

He shrugs and leans against the divan's back, still scritching your mane. You hesitantly nuzzle his inner thigh, your nostrils flaring at his scent. Anon licks his lips.

Oh mare.

You bring a hoof over to unbutton his pants, but it's not like you practiced. This button is so small, and-

Anon chuckles, his slender fingers brushing your hoof to the side. He nimbly undoes the fastening, and unzips. Oh, shorts beneath his pants? Lewd, you approve. He lifts his hips, his bulge pressing against the thin fabric of his boxers. You breathe heavily through your nose, your mind getting hot and fuzzy and insistent. You bite the waist of his boxers and pull. His stallionhood rises like a monolith, at once imposing and inviting. You worship at its base, kissing and nuzzling, exulting in its firmness and warmth. Anon lets out a low groan, the thoroughly male sound wetting your lower lips.

Um, what did Rarity say was next? You gaze up at his eyes closed in bliss. Oh yes, now you remember.

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

Your eyes widen as you realize how terribly you insulted him. He lifts your head with gentle hands, bringing his mouth low to whisper into your ear.

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

You shiver in pleasure, tingling from hoof to pinion to snoot. Such a lewd stallion, your mind fills with half-remembered fantasies. You gaze up into his hungry eyes, and you can't help yourself. You surge up onto his lap, your wings flapping for balance . Anon falls back and you set your forehooves on his shoulders.

"Open your mouth, you frisky human."

Your breathing deepens as he obediently parts his lips. Bidden by his inviting, stallionish passiveness, you kiss him, your tongue meeting his, the taste indescribable. It's so different from all the times you and Rarity-

No homo!

You feel a hand come to rest on your haunch, squeezing and kneading. Your hindlegs buckle at the stimulation, your marehood dipping and grazing his firmness. You moan into his mouth, your body hot and tingling with arousal and pleasure. Anon bucks at the graze, his grasp on your rear tightening almost painfully. You pull back from the kiss, panting heavily. He gives you a lazy grin.

"Not bad at all, birdhorse."

Your chest swells at the praise, confidence rising.

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

You're feeling pretty tufty. Anon yanks lightly at your tail.

"No, but I'm about to."

You cup his cheek with your hoof.

"Not quite yet, gotta get you ready."

He quirks an eyebrow at you, and you lower yourself carefully. Your glistening marehood rests at the base of his rod, and you rock your hips back. His length slides between your lips, getting slathered with your juices. Anon gasps, gripping your back just under your flight muscles with both hands. You grin at the colt, backing up until you feel his erection prodding your belly. With a careful lift and flex of your hips, his cock falls onto his belly. You crouch low and slide up his length, winking uncontrollably. Anon hisses slowly, his hips pressing up against yours. You love seeing a happy stallion. You stretch your neck up and nibble on his ear.

"F-fuck!"

He stuttered! So cute. You let your warm breath wash over his sensitive ear.

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

All that dirty talk practice is really paying off. You feel like a real, full grown mare with this panting stallion beneath you. His hands fall from your back, one resting at the base of your tail, the other? He presses down and oh WOW. Your anus spasms around the head of his dick, your breath catching at the wave of pleasure.

"Mmmmyay!"

You close your eyes, savoring the sensation. It's so much better than a horn-

"No homo!"

Anon chuckles.

"Thinking of another mare?"

You look at his face, and he doesn't seem jealous. But your tuft is feeling distinctly flat right now, and your face is burning in embarrassment.

"N-no, just, um."

He boops your snoot, and you smell some of your marecum? That must have been on his finger from when... You are scrunching super hard right now.

"Was it Twilight?"

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

"N-no."

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

"Then who?"

You are winking so hard right now.

"R-rarity."

"Hot."

His now clean hand digs into your tuft, combing deep furrows in its fluff. This colt is too lewd. You cannot take anymore of this. You lower yourself on his rock hard stallionhood, shuddering and moaning at the stimulation. He groans, his back arching as he crushes you against his chest.

Such strength!

You wrap your forelegs around his neck, your body automatically pumping up and down his throbbing length. You are filled with a surging ocean of pleasure, cresting and crashing with every motion. Anon is moaning incoherently in your ear, his thighs slamming against your rump.

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

He growls, a new thrill roiling in your gut. Your mind blanks as your orgasm crescendos, every nerve in your body singing in ecstacy. Anon shouts wordlessly, his precious semen blasting inside you. As your pleasure slowly ebbs away, you feel him still twitching inside you, a slick, radiant warmth. You gaze upon his face, taking great satisfaction as he slowly recovers his senses.

"Looks like I did my duty."

Anon grins at you

"That you did."

You rest contentedly on his chest, your mind lingering on what just happened. He strokes your mane fondly, his strength spent.

Wait.

You frown.

"How do you know Rarity? And Twilight?"

Anon raises an eyebrow.

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

Oh no.

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

He gazes at you patiently. You press your face into his chest to avoid his gaze.

"I just wanted you for myself."

Anon pats you on the withers.

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

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

"Yay."