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> Care of the Cooper (OC)
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It's not so bad, being a working member of the Coopers' Guild. My actual occupation... well, the saying goes, "if you want a band around your barrel, see a cooper."
I'm a hugwhore. It's a fairly comfy job even without the compensated cuddling. The room I use has a bed, a couch, love-seat, recliner, and a rocking chair, tons of pillows, soft blankets, a good fireplace for the colder months, hot cocoa supplies, and so on. And so I wait for my next Jane, content in my place in the world.
The door opens, revealing a slightly pudgy orange unicorn mare, with dark circles under her eyes. Her short navy mane lies tousled at ear-length. I welcome her with a warm smile.
"Come in, come in. How can I make your day today?"
She closes the door behind her with a flick of magic, and looks at me with haunted, empty eyes.
"Don't. Don't say what you don't mean. I know I'm not beautiful, or cute, and the only reason why this is happening is because I paid for it."
I hesitate. There are mares that like when I talk down to them, that enjoy a stallion pretending to be disgusted about having to cuddle with them. However, I can feel a difference here.
"Alright. Hop on up, and tell me what you want."
The mare climbs up onto the couch next to me, staring at me with a certain wariness that makes my heart break a little. She lays her head on my lap, and I start petting her automatically. She sighs, closing her eyes.
"Tell me what you really think about me."
I consider the matter, her slightly coarse mane sliding under my fingers.
"You need to get more sleep, for one."
She nods, breathing deeply. I think I know what she needs.
"And you would look better if you lost some weight."
She sniffles at that, but I pretend not to hear.
"I get the feeling that you have a hard time reaching out to others, and don't have many friends. Certainly not any close ones."
A spot of dampness hits my thigh, and now I look down. The poor mare is thoroughly scrunched, tears leaking from her closed eyes. I shake my head quietly, and wipe her tears away. She looks at me, vulnerable and hollowed out by life. I smile kindly, and gently lift her head.
"And you are my favorite kind of customer."
She stares at me with wide eyes.
"I-I am?"
I hum an affirmative.
"You are. For some ponies, they come to me because I'm convenient, and discreet."
I gently tug her up into my lap, and lay her head on my shoulder. She nuzzles my neck instinctively.
"They're just satisfying their animal appetite. But ponies like you, well."
I draw her into a tight hug, breathing in her slightly soapy scent. She shudders in my arms, wrapping her forelegs around me.
"You just want to feel like a pony again, to remember what affection feels like."
She nods, her hot tears falling on my shoulder. I stroke her back comfortingly, syncing my breathing up with hers.
"You aren't using me, you're asking for my help, when no one else will answer."
I turn in my seat, leaning back against the armrest of the couch. The mare melts, her weight and warmth falling on me like a heavy blanket. She stares at me with wondering eyes, hoping desperately.
"And I love being there for you. I love healing your heart, even if it is just a little bit."
I peck her cheek, and draw her back into my embrace.
"So cuddle with me, and forget about the world for a while."
She timidly kisses my cheek, before turning her head away. I chuckle, and stroke her mane.
After a few long minutes pass, she swallows.
"I think I love you."
Oh, this poor dear.
"I care about you, my little mare."
She starts to shake.
"I- I shouldn't have said that, just for-"
I shush her gently, patting her withers.
"It happens. It's hard to receive affection and not return it. All that I ask is that you leave room in your heart for other ponies you may meet."
I can feel the motion of her throat as she swallows.
"Alright. I promise."
She relaxes, almost completely limp on top of me. I wait, patiently and comfortably. Her breathing deepens, sleep having finally claimed her emotionally overwhelmed body. I let myself drift off, content in a job well done.

> Mistakes Were Made (Twi, Trix, Glim)
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This will be a good trial run before opening a school of friendship. I have gathered together the various elements of...
"It is this the part where I say my first name and what addiction I have?"
Awkwardness.
"No Anon, but you are on the right track. Welcome to the weekly ABLB meeting, where we help each other figure out how to be appropriately social."
"The Great and Sensual Trixie does not see why she is here, and she also wonders what ABLB stands for."
Patience, Sparkle. If I beat them within an inch of their life, it won't make for a good friendship letter.
"No speaking in the third person, Trixie. And as for what it stands for..."
I look at my note card. I might not have thought this through completely.
"The Association of the Blind Leading the Blind."
Starlight nods seriously.
"Fitting."
I clear my throat and address my three associates.
"So! Does anyone have a social interaction they feel could have gone better? It could be a little thing, if that makes you comfortable."
Everypony glances around, waiting. Anon sighs and raises his hand .
"Alright, I'll go first. The other day, I was patting Apple Bloom on the back as thanks for helping me pick up my groceries, and she seemed to like it. Then I went to scratch right behind her ears, and-"
I shudder and scrunch hard just imagining it. Anon smiles in relief.
"Yeah, that, you get it. What's up with that?"
I exhale slowly, trying to calm down and think.
"It's like... Anon, you are from a predator species, right? Claws and sharp teeth?"
Anon looks dubiously as his finger claws.
"Let's just say yes, and get to the point."
I don't like the way Starlight is eyeing the only stallion in the group.
"Right, so scratching is a normal part of your social behavior. But ponies don't have claws or sharp teeth, so our social behavior is more... rubbing, leaning on each other, that sort of thing."
Anon frowns, but nods slowly.
"Alright, so the patting was okay. Is there anything else I could do to show gratitude?"
Trixie waves her hoof in the air.
"The Great and Insightful Tr-"
I glare at her. She coughs, and continues.
"That is to say, I believe I have a suggestion."
I beam at her, happy at how quickly she caught on to how the meeting should go. Trixie smiles a little.
"Suck her clit."
My heart sinks, while Anon tilts his pure, pure head.
"Trixie!"
She jolts in her seat, look at me with wide eyes.
"Oh, is Apple Bloom a stallion? I mean, you could suck his cock, and I could watch, but just getting him flowers or some other colty thing should be fine."
I grit my teeth.
"Trixie, Apple Bloom is a mare, and that would not be appropriate. She just got her cutie mark a few months ago."
The showmare stares in confusion.
"But that's the first time a stallion sucked my clit, right about then."
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As I struggle to explain why that isn't a good standard to go by, Anon makes a sigh of realization.
"I get it, I'd be the older woman sucking his dick. Um, if we were gender switched or whatever. Seems like a big favor, just for helping pick up groceries."
Oh no, Trixie the Trixie is corrupting him! Starlight hesitantly raises her hoof. I turn to her with desperate hope in my eyes. Salvage this, my apprentice. She gives me a quick smile.
"What about, promoting her within your secret organization to overthrow the status quo?"
There is no hope.
"Starlight, do you currently have, or are you preparing such a secret organization?"
She looks at me with uncertainty.
"Not counting this one?"
I sigh.
"Not counting this one."
"Then no, not anymore."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Anymore? Do I need to feed you more hayburgers to fill you with the light of Equestrian Capitalism?"
Starlight Glimmer smiles uneasily.
"No?"
Right. I turn back to Trixie and Anon, who seemed to have been whispering while I was distracted. I feel I should be worried.
I am worried.
"What did you two come up with?"
Anon smiles, innocence twinkling in his eyes.
"The proper amount of thanks is showing her a little ball cleavage. Reminds me, I'm going to have to get a ball bra sometime."
...
Does that mean he's not wearing one right now? I try not to stare at his crotch. Why are his shorts so baggy and tantalizing? Maybe if I tilt my head, I can look up his-
Trixie coughs, wearing a knowing smile. That bitch knows too much. I shake my head and smile sharp, pointy friendship knives at her.
"Moving right along then, do you have something to share? Some mistake you made?"
Trixie tosses her mane over her shoulder and sticks out her chest, prominently displaying her tuft. Trotting on thin ice, mare.
"The Great- ah, rather, I didn't make any mistakes, yet for some reason mares are unreasonably hostile towards me."
I roll my eyes. Starlight licks her lips, obviously trying to put it delicately.
"Perhaps it is because you pose like a marewhore and hit on everypony's coltfriends?"
My apprentice lacks subtlety, yet she hasn't said anything wrong, exactly. Trixie looks startled at the implication.
"I, a marewhore? It's not as though I steal coltfriends, except that one time in Baltimare, oh, and Fillydelphia, and hmm. But I only rut the good-looking ones, so it's fine."
Anon looks around at the group, from my raised hackles, to Starlight's cold stare, to Trixie's artificially voluminous tuft. He gets this goofy smile that makes me want to hug him and push him down to my tea-
That is, it make him look cute.
"Are you serious? Little miss vainglory here is supposed to be a man-eater, or lady-killer, or whatever?"
I feel a little better at the disbelieving tone in his voice. Starlight nods.
"Trixies always get the colts, even when they are jerks."
Anon is grinning at the marewhore.
"Your name is an epithet for that sort of mare? That's amazing! Come on, seduce me, I dare you!"
I start to feel like I am losing control of the meeting.
"Now, none of that, we-"
Trixie grins back at him.
"I like a stallion with spirit. Why don't we go back to my room, and I can show you how my hold on you is tight and powerful?"
Poor Anon is lost to his coltish whimsy, giggling at the vulgar pick up line.
"A stallion with spirit! Oh, my sides."
Starlight trots up to him, a hopeful expression on her face. No, don't do it.
"Hey Colt, are you a salt mine? Because I can lick your rocks all day."
I groan, scrunching hard. This was a mistake. No matter how much Anon is laughing, this was a mistake. Then I hear his voice.
"Come on, Twilight, you give it a try."
I stare at him blankly.
Is he serious?
He's smiling at me. The girls are looking at me expectantly. Oh no, I'm not prepared for this, I am a nice mare! Think, make a pun about dicks or slits! Why is it so hard? Oh, maybe that will work...
I swallow nervously.
"I always make things too hard, when I talk to stallions."
I grin uneasily. Anon rocks back in his chair, groaning.
"Oh, that was terrible,"
My ears flatten and my heart drops like a rock.
"You win, nothing can top that."
What?
"What?"
Anon smiles at me, a healing smile.
"A pick up line's effectiveness is proportional to the terribleness of the pun. You win."
What? Really? I scramble for a quill and parchment, I need to write this down!
"Hey Twilight."
I glance up at Anon.
"Yes?"
"Thanks."
He pulls one of the legs of his shorts to the side. My mind and magic halt, transfixed.
I have seen the Holy Grail.
Trixie nods.
"That's right Anon, just like that."
Today I have learned that sometimes, even Trixies can be a true sis.

> Gathering Seed (Zecora)
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I am no longer riding the elevator to work. No, instead I am standing on some stone column as a small zebra in a mask dances around a fire.
"What the fuck."
Its head whips towards me.
"Hallowed poo, a talking statue!"
I am clearly dealing with a magic zebra here. Female, by the sound of her voice. I look down at myself. Grey slacks and jacket, black tie, normal formal wear for the company I work at. I look back at the wary zebra.
"Uh, hi. My name is Anonymous, and I am not a statue."
She bows slightly.
"I am called Zecora but could you answer me, are you truly a Lord of fertility?"
"Lord of fertility? I'm just a data entry clerk."
She takes off her mask, shaking out her mane a bit. Zecora licks her lips.
"From the tales I hear, hiyumans are fertile every season of the year."
"Well, yes that is true."
She smiles at me.
"Truthfully, I did not expect the rite to succeed, but now that it has, may I have your seed? For mares whose loins lack motion, they would drink your potion."
What words of wisdom would my father have for me?
'Is she hot?'
I eye that rump.
'Is this a scam?'
Doesn't seem like it.
'Are you gay?'
"So, am I going to be masturbating into a cup or what?"
She grins.
"So strong and hale, the heart of this male. It is as you think, let us go to the sink."
I hop off the plinth and follow her swaying hips. Aren't horse butts supposed to be weird? This one is just so.... shapely. Zecora leads me to a cozy little hut inside of a tree, reminding me of the Book of Three. Shit, now she has me rhyming. She somehow grabs a wooden cup with her hoof and sets it before me, watching with hungry eyes. Well, I've done weirder things on a dare. I unzip my pants, pulling my hard dick through the slit in my boxers. She gasps.
"Is it already December, to see such a gift of a member?"
It's not that amazing, is it? Whatever, I have a job to do. I begin fapping immediately, eyeing Zecora's rump. Hmm, not a good angle.
"Hey, could you show me you butt? That'd help with getting me going."
She blushes, her tail swishing back and forth.
"If it would help you get in the mood, I shall obey anything lewd."
She turns her backside towards me, jiggling just the slightest bit.
Goddamn.
I have to brace myself against the table as I stroke faster and faster. Zecora bites her lip, her eyes wide and fixed on my cock. Her tail twitches up and drapes across her back. That's no moon, that's a fully operational docking station. My hips buck, my cum splattering into the cup. At the same time, her fully exposed pussy convulses, glistening with arousal. I fire off a few more shots, then wipe the last of the cum off on the rim of the cup. It takes a few moments to get my breath back, while the zebra approaches.
"It seems like such a waste, would it be alright if I had a taste?"
Hot.
"Yeah, go for it."
She ignores the cup, her mouth closing around my dick.
"F-fuck!"
She jerks back, my cock popping out of her mouth, eyes wide in alarm.
"What is wrong, did you injure your prong?"
I shake my head ruefully.
"Sorry, I'm still a little sensitive down there, and you surprised me. You can, um, continue if you like."
Zecora tilts her head, then nods.
"If you do not object, I shall continue to inspect."
She goes more slowly this time, engulfing my member in her muzzle, her tongue languid and velvety along my length. I groan in pleasure, growing hard again. She hums happily, the vibrations doing wonders for my erection.
"Mmmm, keep going, you wonderful zebra."
Zecora smiles around my cock, then starts bobbing and sucking at it, her tongue writhing. I exhale hard, my hands going to her head, eager to keep the pleasurable mouth in motion. She's so warm and wet, sucking and slurping at me. I clutch at her mane as a wave of pleasure flows through me. I'm getting pretty close, my hips bucking as I thrust into her welcoming mouth. Then she starts humming again, and it's all too much.
I groan as I cum again, twitching and thrusting against her tongue as it milks my dick. She gazes at me in wonderment, her throat greedily swallowing my seed. The stimulation on my dick is almost painful, by the time she finally stops sucking. Zecora licks her lips, wearing a smug smile.
"What greater treasure, than a colt wracked with pleasure. Like this, every day shall be, if you live with me."
Hells yes.
"I'm looking forward to it."
And that's how I became a zebra's househusband.
> Past Me is Amazing (Celestia)
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I wake up slowly, faintly grateful Luna raised the sun for me and let me sleep in. I blink, taking in the surroundings. I don't know why I'm in the glue fact- horsepital. And my head aches, which is no fun, I need cake. I look around my bed, and oh, hello handsome. Some slender minotaur looking stallion is reading a book in a chair by my bed. He doesn't look like a nurse, I wonder what he is doing here. Not that I'm complaining. I clear my throat.
"Hello, is there something I can help you with? Although I may be indisposed at the moment."
He drops the book in shock, staring at me with wide eyes. I hope he doesn't catch a case of too formal language. He surges towards me, wrapping his arms around my neck and nuzzling just below my head. I freeze, enjoying the male attention, but desperately hoping nopony gets the wrong idea. After a few minutes, he pulls back, tears in his eyes.
"I'm glad you're alright, Sunshine. You really had me worried there."
...what? I search his face for any kind of familiarity.
"Do I know you?"
He gives me a weak smile.
"I'm your coltfriend."
What.
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The doctor mares are very patient as they explain my situation. It seems I had some sort of climatic battle with a sorcerous pod of narwhals, and got a bad case of magic dissonance when I subverted the spell they were weaving. Point is, I lost a full year's worth of memories. The doctors explain that it would be best to take some time off to recover, and linger around familiar things. Which apparently includes a hot young coltfriend. Well done, past me.

I return to my quarters to find things are not quite as I left them. Of course, I have quite a few friendship reports more than before, but that is to be expected. However, the second dresser is new, along with a kitchenette with an apron hung up nearby. One thing has my undivided attention. A delicious aroma permeates the room. Anon chuckles behind me, low and pleasant.
"I should have known you'd wake up once the cheesecake was done."
I stare at the oven and fridge in wonder. I was never able to get the hang of baking, something to do with juggling a stellar furnace and operating a small oven. But now, I can have cakes whenever I want, without the judgmental stares, ah, that is, without bothering the stallions in the castle kitchen.
"I think I'm in love."
Anon chuckles again and gives my flank a swat as he passes by me.
"That's what you said last time. Now come on, let's eat this thing."
He bends slightly to retrieve the cheesecake from the fridge, his rump jutting out impudently. I have never been so turned on.

I stare at the dark ceiling, too tense to sleep. This might have something to do with the stallion beside me under the covers. No matter what he says, I still feel weird acting...intimately with a stallion I barely know. Goodness knows I fantasized about this sort of thing enough, but Anon is so kind and real, with his own feelings. What if he figures out that I am actually a super lewd mare? My fretting is interrupted by an arm across my neck and the firm, hot length of a stallion snuggling up against me. I let out a strangled whisper.
"Anon?"
He just murmurs sleepily and snuggles closer. Hnnngggg. I gaze down at his sleeping face, taken at how alien yet adorable it is. I smooth his hair to the side with a wisp of magic. He sighs happily. I smile gently, savoring the sweet experience. As I lay my head back on the pillow, I relax. Well done, past me.
Well done.

I wake as I often do, wet between the legs and restless. Then something pokes my hip, and I remember I'm not alone. I glance to the side, and there is Anonymous, still cute, especially with his bed head. Still, what is poking me? His arms are around my neck, his legs tangles with mine. That just leaves...
I feel very warm all of a sudden, both from blushing and -I wink- very wet. Anon stirs, gazing at me blearily. Then he sniffs and I feel deep shame. He grins.
"My, but you are having a very good morning."
I cover my face with a wing, trying to block out the embarrassment.
"It's just morning dew, it happens to all mares in the morning."
He rubs my belly, which is Not Helping. Those fingers feel sooo goooood.
"Are you saying I'm not stallion enough to get you wet?"
For added emphasis he grinds his hot length against my flank. I hold back a groan. Curse stallions and their sexiness and whimsy.
"No, you're very handsome and, oh stars and void..."
I wink again, a bonfire in my belly. But I am Princess Celestia, and I must be true to myself.
"I just wanted our first time to be..."
Oh no, I just tipped my sunhat.
"Oh yeah, I remember that. I thought you were just trying to be romantic because I am a stallion."
Is it possible to die of embarrassment? Alas, it's probably not possible for me, alicorn that I am. He kisses my cheek.
"That's pretty cute, Sunshine. So I guess the question is, do you want breakfast, a shower, or-"
He nibbles on my ear.
"Me."
I'm going to need new sheets.
> Santa Mare
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I should be glad that so many ponies have been good these past years. And I am, but it also means that I have a huge stockpile of coal with nowhere to go. I stopped my parasprite minions from mining the stuff years ago. I needed the extra labor to keep up toy production.
I sigh, stretching out the ol' withers and flank. Well, it's that time of year again, better check the lists. Nice list is literally a mile long. Yeah, I'm only checking it once. A parasprite bumps into me, helpfully carrying a little slip of paper. Naughty List, blanks as alw-
Hold up. Who is Anonymous?

I am pretending to sleep. In my time in Equestria, I've noticed ponies are unbelievably gullible. I feel a little guilty about the"gotcha nose" incident, and that time with the thumb trick. Luckily, I convinced them it was all a dream, so now it's Luna's problem. Which brings me to now, where I am lying in wait for whatever Santa equivalent little horse land has.
Stocking?
Hung like a horse.
Tree?
Twinkly and ribboned up.
Plate of cookies and glass of milk?
The absolute best chocolate chip cookies I can make from the recipe on the chocolate chip bag. And an oatmeal raisin cookie, because I can.
Milk in a wine glass.
Bed?
I am camped out by the fireplace in a sleeping bag, with my trusty teddy bear. Time for my flawless acting.
"Honk, choo, honk, choo."
That's the sound of sleep, no mistake. After a few minutes, I hear the telltale sound of hoofsteps on the roof. Showtime.
I hear rustling from the fireplace, then a thump. A pause.
"I know you're awake."
What a nice, mature female voice. But she's bluffing.
"I'm not bluffing."
Damn, she wins this round. I make a big show of yawning and rubbing my eyes. Looks like Santa Mare is something of a silver cougar, with the toned and slender body of a Canterlot socialite, under a loose red cloak that stops just short of the curve of her flank. Nice.
"Nice to meet you, Santa. Would you like some milk and cookies?"
She smiles wryly.
"Don't mind if I do. Now let's see..."
Silvery light plucks the oatmeal raisin cookie from the plate.
"Oatmeal raisin, really?"
"Well,"
"It's nice to have some variety, but who do you think you're fooling?"
I have the distinct feeling that I may not be on the nice list anymore.
"It was worth a try. How is it, by the way?"
She takes a bite, her eyebrows rising.
"This actually pretty good. Do you have more?"
"Uh, yeah, just a moment."
I retrieve a plateful from the fridge, setting it before Santa. She eyes the glass of milk.
"I bet you even jizzed in the milk, eh?"
What? She lifts it in her magic, swirling the glass contemplatively. I feel obligated to protest my innocence in this particular case.
"Actually,"
Santa Mare tilts her head back and drinks it all in one gulp.
...
She then looks at me with half-lidded eyes, licking her lips.
"I have a proposition for you, you naughty colt."
I am standing at attention, in all sorts of ways.
"What do you have in mind?"
She takes a sinuous step towards me.
"I have a lot of coal I need to get rid of, and exactly one person on the naughty list."
Santa takes another step towards me, her flank shifting hypnotically.
"I'm going to need you to stay on that naughty list, and get coal every year."
Her cloak unfastens, slipping to the floor. She rears up, placing her hooves on my chest.
"But don't worry."
She nuzzles my neck.
"We'll be naughty together."
I grin, grabbing her by the haunches.
"You give me coal, I'll give you diamonds."
She hums sensuously, her plush rump shifting in my hands. Her eyes gaze at me with a terrifying hunger.
"It's such short notice, it's fine if you don't wrap your package."
And that's how I became Father Christmas in Equestria.

> Eggs Sunny Side Butt (Celestia)
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I am living with my new husband. It's only been a month after I married Anon, an incredible month in which we explored each other to the fullest. Sharing secrets and secret places, filling the nights and dozing through lazy mornings. I grin at some of the more interesting memories. Those hands~
I shake my head, and return to my little task: making breakfast in bed for my cute husband. It may have been a few thousand years since I last had to cook for myself, but it can't be that hard. The biscuits are baking in the oven as I start chopping peppers for the omelette. I hear footsteps down the stairs. Out of habit, I renew a certain cosmetic little glamour. Anon wanders over, dressed only in red boxers and black socks, rubbing at his sleepy eyes.
So sexy, so cute.
"Didn't know you could cook, Sunbeam. Smells tasty."
I resist the urge to smile, and lift my chin proudly.
"Although I am a mare, I still know my way around a kitchen. Now sit and wait for your food like a good little colt."
He grins, pulling up a stool across the counter from me.
"Yes mistress, I'll watch in awe at your cooking prowess, and not because I'm worried about the food being burned."
Like a mature, sensible mare, I stick my tongue out at him. He chuckles, then leans his elbows on the counter.
"Whatcha makin'?"
I glance at the hourglass over the oven. Just about done.
"Omelette and biscuits. Sound good, Green Bean?"
"Mmhmm."
I turn and open the oven, letting the heat wash over my body. The biscuits look pretty good, if I say so myself.
"Nice."
I glance over my shoulder. Anon is looking at -
I twitch my tail aside, then let it cover my marehood again, smirking all the while. He licks his lips, his eyes filled with barely contained hunger.
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"Now now, we wouldn't want to ruin your appetite for breakfast, would we?"
I set baking sheet on the stone counter. While I am there, I set a skillet on a burner and get the flame going. After so many years as a monarch, I am finding the little domestic chores to be rather refreshing. A mere thought closes the oven door. I turn back to the cutting board and peel the skin off an onion with my magic. Anon stares at me fondly from across the cutting board. I see a twinkle in his eye, the fires of his lust banked for now.
As I chop the vegetable I have a nagging feeling that I forgot about something. I glance around, but everything seems to be fine. I blink, my eyes beginning to sting. I back away from the cutting board, wings flared and ready to...
Anon looks at me with tears in his eyes. my body shimmers oddly, my concentration shattered. He pouts.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"What? I'm not!"
I feel my own tears forming. I never like to see a stallion cry, but this is too sudden.
"Green Bean, tell me, what's wrong?"
He opens his mouth, then pauses. I wait, goodness knows I don't want to pressure an emotionally distraught stallion.
"Sunflower, you do know cutting onions make people cry, right?"
Oh.
I scowl at him and he grins. I love him and his whimsy, I do, but...
"You scoundrel, it's been a millennia since I last cooked. And crying is playing dirty, dear."
He weaves his way around the counter, his hips shifting beguilingly. Ooh, and that bulge. That's right, come to Mama.
"One other thing, babe."
He loops his arms loosely around my withers, gazing at me in wonder.
"Have you always had those freckles?"
I instinctively try to back away, but his grip is too strong and he just ends up falling onto my tuft. I almost cast my glamour again, but the damage is done.
"...They're just sunspots."
Anon leans against me, his hands cupping my cheeks, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones.
"Celly. Tia. Sunbeambum. Babe. You have no idea how cute you look right now."
I scrunch a little.
"You don't have to force yourself, I know what I look like."
Anon gazes deep into my eyes, my skin prickling pleasantly as his fingers trace little constellations on my face.
"Celestia Cake Solarina, if you won't believe my words, let me explain more simply."
He presses his pelvis up against me, the firm length of his stallionhood hot on my belly. My breath hitches, and I dare to hope.
"You like my...freckles."
He bares his delectably sharp teeth, his fingers digging into my wing muscles.
U-unf.
"The one good thing about you hiding them is, "
His voice is low and growling, resonating exquisitely against me.
"now I want to knock you up even harder."
Faust, I love this stallion. With a sweep of magic and a push from my haunches, I push him gently to the cold tile floor and press down on his squirming, firm body. I pin him with marely strength, exulting in his futile struggles for dominance.
"Silly Green Bean, I'm the mare here. But I'll accept every drop you have for me."
He relaxes underneath me, melting into my pressure, all save a very key part of him.
"Fine, but next time I get to top."
Then he bites my neck, mingling pain, pleasure, and fear within me. I gasp and surge against him. It seems breakfast will just have to wait.

> Do You Love Me? (Pinkie Pie)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am not the young filly I once was. Love does a lot of things to a mare, makes me settle down a little. Parties only once a month, playing games with just my hubba hubby. And he is the sweetest, most patient stallion a mare could ask for. The house we share is so clean, the food is delicious, the cuddles are amazing. I couldn't be happier.
I remember when I first gasped in Anon's face. It was like, the single most exciting thing in my entire life! When I saw him, his mischief, his strength, his coltish whimsy. Anonie Pie was made for me, I know it. But sometimes, I felt a little odd. Like the only person at a party for two. I didn't realize what it was until Maud married that minotaur miner.
The way her held her, the kisses they shared. It was different. Not in a "when Zecora first showed up" different. But...
As I climb the stairs of Sugarcube Corner, my heart feels heavy, like it ate too much pie. I didn't think that was possible, until the Cakes hoofed over management of the shop to me, and I tried to see just how many pies I could eat in one sitting. The answer is 613. I shake my head, feeling my curls loosen and straighten out. Enough distractions.
I open the master bedroom door, to find my beloved Anonie. He's smiling, sitting on the bed, reading the new cookbook I got him on his birthday. I want to ask him, but that precious smile makes me hesitate.
"Find something good, Anonie?"
He slips a bookmark into the book and closes it. When he sees me, I can see his smile change a little, and the concern in his eyes.
"Come here, Ponka, tell me what's wrong."
He opens his arms to me, and I can't resist. I gallop over and hop into his lap, nuzzling his chest. It feels so right, his arms are wrapped around me, full of a stallion's special warmth. I sigh, and try to hold back the tears. I have to be a mare about this. With a great effort, I pull back from his chest, his arms loosening around me. He looks me full in the eyes, and I feel it just as strong as the first time. Anonie strokes my mane just right, frowning in concern now.
"Pinkie Pie, dear, please. Tell me what's wrong."
I sniffle.
"Y-you know, Maud and Rock Out sang a song together, that day."
Anonymous strokes my mane some more.
"Was this... what, when they first met?"
I nod.
"And I was super excited, I mean not as excited as when I met you, but how could I ever be as excited as when I met you?"
He smiles at that, and nuzzles my cheek. How can one colt be so perfect? I close my eyes, trying to keep the wobbly wibblies out of my voice.
"But, I think..."
He pulls back, giving me his undivided attention.
"You weren't as excited. I thought you just were excited in your super special human way, but you didn't sing. You hummed along."
Anonie sighs.
"I think I know what you are trying to say."
I have to mare up. No more gagging on lollies.
"Anonie Mouse Pie, do you love me?"
"Pinkie, I had seen it happen before, and I talked to Twilight. I think it's amazing how ponies can recognize everything about each other, and find their special someone in a single glance."
I tremble, realization dawning on just why...
"But you can't. Or didn't. I loved you at first sight, and you just... went along with it."
He sighs again, and gives me a sweet smile.
"I did. I didn't really understand everything, but you were and are a fun, cute mare, and I decided to trust in the magic of love."
His arms tighten around me as the tears fall from my eyes. He never loved me. I lean against his chest, guilty at taking away so many years of his life when he could have been looking for-
"Pinkie, listen to me. We've been through good times and bad, we helped raise the cake twins into fine upstanding ponies, we've improved the Sugarcube Corner a lot, and played games for years. I have been to so many of your parties, and listened to all your fears, hopes, dreams, and desires. And you have done the same for me, helping me find my place is this new world."
I hear something in his voice that makes me look up at him. His eyes are full of the happy tears, the kind that make my heart want to burst with love.
"To answer your question, Pinkamena Diane Pie, I love you. I have loved you for years, and I will keep on loving you forever."
I gasp, so excited! I look into his eyes, and I still see it. More importantly, he sees it in me. My mane inflates to full joy capacity and I burst forward, nuzzling his neck, getting my scent all over him again. He laughs, his beautiful laugh. He squeezes me so tight, rocking me back and forth. I give him a quick, shy kiss on the cheek, just like the first time. But this time, he turns his head, and kisses me right on the lips, passionately, lovingly, and with just the right amount of stallionish whimsy.
Oooohh and tongue.
When he finally breaks the kiss, both of us are breathing heavily, joyfully. I have to say it, as a mare, as his wife, as his Ponana Banana Cream Pie.
"And I love you, Anonie, from when we first met, now, and fore~ver!"
And then we began to sing.

> The Chocolate Bar (Twilight) [Comf]
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am a bartender by trade, during this slow afternoon. I serve the good stuff, hot chocolate with the tiniest marshmallows, eggnog, all kinds of milkshakes, and so on. Naturally, I hear all the sob stories. Husband ran away for five minutes. Being low horse in the herd pile. Tripped and skinned a knee. Forgot to bring food to a potluck.
I dole out pats and reassurances carefully, I am here to help them forget, not develop a dependency. Speaking of which, here comes one of my regulars. Princess Sparkle pulls up a stool, her wings drooping low.
"The usual?"
She nods. I pour a tall glass of milk and set out a plate of homemade Oreos. Pinkie Pie is a good supplier. An Oreo rises, dunks, then disappears into the little pony's mouth. I wait, idly wiping a glass with a cleaning rag. By the third cookie, her head is propped up on her hoof, and she is sighing.
"You know, they say stallions like a confident mare."
I hum an acknowledgement.
"But then there are mares that don't take no for an answer. Who don't notice when they're making the guy uncomfortable."
Lyra.
"Have to have balance. Moderation and all that."
She nods.
"See, I have seen too many mares of the second type, and I try not to be like that. I try so hard, that I just do nothing."
I'm going to have to cut her off after this plate, I can tell. I set down my glass and switch to wiping the counter.
Twilight laughs, a sad, bitter thing.
"I end up just helping them. Helping everypony. I like it too, but it's all I can do. Can't build on it. Can't recognize the signals."
She knocks back the rest of the milk, swaying on the stool. Probably drank some soda before she got here. I still find it kinda weird how sugars and fats affect these horses in different ways. I make my way around the counter as Twilight sets the glass down and lays her head on her crossed forehooves. Her eyes droop as the milk hits.
" 'm jus' the princess a frenship. 'sall."
I wait for her to fall completely asleep, then pick her up. She's warm in my arms as I make my way over to the nap corner. I lay her in a cot and draw the blanket up to her chin. I look around the empty bar, then pull a chair next to her and sit down. I stroke her mane, and murmur softly.
"You're a good pony. Who's a good pony? You are."
After a few repetitions, I am rewarded with a smile on her sleeping face. My employer had been uncertain about having a male Bartender. Said the mares would try to take advantage of me, hit on me. Admittedly, some did. More often though, they just needed someone to talk to, who wouldn't tell them they were weak.
Times like these, I'm glad I can be there for them. The bar is silent and warm, no street sounds, no yelling. Just two lonely souls, breathing deep and slow.
> Special Sauce (Celestia)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The restaurant I work at is pretty average, a step or two above what is essentially pony-subway. Since I was hired, there have been some changes to the clientele. A lot more unicorns, and mayonnaise has become a heavily requested topping. As I bring yet another sandwich to a table, I do my best to ignore all the attention I am getting. Did I mention the unicorns?
Because the main thing I am ignoring is at least five different magical touches stroking my dick, inside my pants. Lyra accepts the sub with a shy 'thank you', and the touch that feels like velvet falters in its light attention. In such a manner, I have narrowed down who is doing what. For instance, the touch that is cupping my sack is Rarity. She winks at me, and extends a long hindleg to the side. I don't quite roll my eyes; she tips well, and has helped me quite a bit with clothes. The next sandwich goes to Twilight, who is nearly hiding in the corner. I set it before her, and she says,
"An- uh, I mean waiter?"
"Yes?"
It feels like a tongue licking my shaft, such that I almost feel the damp warmth of the thing. She glances down at the plate.
"Do you like it? Working here?"
I smile, and pat her shoulder.
"All things considered, it's a good fit."
The sub lifts, held by her magic.
"I'm glad. I should let you get back to work, then."
She glances at me out of the corner of her eye as she slowly pushes the sub into her mouth, mayonnaise leaking out as she bites down. I give her a friendly nod and move on. As I pass Vinyl's table, I feel a slight probe at my rear entrance. I almost stumble, and she smirks behind a hoof. I glare at her.
"How'd you like that if I did it to you?"
If anything, her smirk gets broader.
"Is that a promise?"
Reaching out, I flick her horn. She winces; it is a sensitive thing on ponies, and her smile turns rueful.
"That was a low blow, Anon. You'll never get a mare if you handle a compliment like that!"
"I prefer mares who like to be penetrated, not the other way around."
The DJ grins.
"You might like it."
I shake my head and walk away. At a lighter prodding at the same spot, I promise death with my eyes. She holds up her hooves in surrender, and I let it go.
There is only one touch I haven't identified, but by the size of the simulated hoof kneading my buttcheeks, the suspect list is pretty small. Returning to the kitchen, I nod at the stallion preparing the next sandwich. He's a pretty chill boss, and takes good care of me.
"If they cross the line, just let me know alright? I know how intimidating it can be, being surrounded by slobbering mares."
"Thanks, Home Slice. I don't mind it too much, but I do feel better knowing you've got my back."
He gives me a warm smile, then returns to chopping vegetables. As I pass by the spice closet, a strong scent of vanilla wafts from beneath the door. Guess the extract bottle fell and broke.
"Hey, looks like we'll have to get some more vanilla. Do we have a mop?"
Home Slice gestures to a corner by the sinks, the bucket already half-full of soapy water.
"Thanks."
I open the closet door and- Sweet Celestia, I found the booty molester. Which is to say, I find sweet Celestia, leaning against the shelves, a hoof between her nethers, and her horn glowing faintly. Her breathing is shallow, and her eyes are clenched shut, and I have no idea what to do in this situation. My professional reflexes take over.
"Welcome to the Sub Mission Diner. May I take your order?"
Her eyes snap open, and her cheeks gradually redden as she removes her hoof slowly. She glances down at her glistening hoof, and I feel the grasp on my butt fall away.
"I- I apologize, Anon. You are supposed to be safe here, but I-"
I interrupt her.
"It's fine, really. Would you like a sandwich?"
She looks at me, confusion clouding her face. It's kinda cute.
"You... don't mind?"
The feeling of a large hoof gently comes to rest against my rear. I smile.
"Just stay out of the butthole, and it's fine. So how about that sandwich?"
Celestia smiles hesitantly.
"In that case, I would like a Romaine Black Bean on asiago bread."
"And how much mayonnaise would you like on that?"
"How much? I don't think mayonnaise is the right topping for that at all!"
Come to think of it, it's not part of the original build.
"Oh yeah, sorry. It's just a habit from the mares always asking for it."
She nods in understanding.
"Who wouldn't want your mayo in their sandwich?"
I like the sly smile on her face. Besides, this is Celestia, who am I to deny her?
"So you would like it, if I jizzed on your sandwich?"
And the blush is back in full force.
"I-if you want to?"
"Sure, I'll be back in a moment with your order."
Home Slice is pretty quick; less than five minutes later, I return with the sandwich open on the plate. The princess gives me a questioning look.
"Thought I'd give you a dinner and a show."
With that, I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. Celestia's face is now beet red, and she is mesmerized by the swing of my sausage. Then she notices the several magic auras molesting me, and frowns.
"That is truly ungentlemarely. Let me help you with that."
It feels like my dick is plunged into liquid sunlight, and all the other sensations fall away. I actually moan a little; it feels amazing. Celestia's eyes widen.
"I apologize, I didn't mean to-"
I start thrusting into the golden aura around my manhood, retaining just enough sense to aim at the sandwich. The princess stops, forgetting her words entirely. The sleeve of sunlight starts stroking me, acquiring enough firmness to feel like a mouth, or maybe a certain marehood. It feels like I am having sweet, sweet consensual sex with the sun, perhaps for procreative purposes. Celestia licks her lips, a wet spot spreading from where she is sitting. As I approach the climax, I add my hand to the mix, both to aim and to stimulate. My breath hitches as she squeezes my cock, and I let my seed fly, splattering on the sandwich and the plate. I jerk out a few more ropes, and shakily wipe off my dick on the bread of the sub. I close the sandwich, and offer it to her.
"Boner appétit, Princess."
She smiles a little at the wordplay, and takes a bite. Celestia hums in enjoyment as she chews. She swallows, and says,
"Thank you, Anon. It adds just the right touch."
"You are quite welcome, it was my pleasure."
I stick around; no customers come in, so I end up watching the entire foot long sub slowly make its way past her dainty lips and down her elegant throat. Even returned to the confines of my pants, my dick twitches every time she swallows. Crumbs still on her lips, she lowers her head and licks the plate, maintaining eye contact while she laps at my cum. I am now diamonds. She levitates the plate to me, and I reluctantly return to the main kitchen and ring up the sandwich. As I hand her the bill on a small tray, I lean in extra close and whisper in her ear,
"I get off at 5, if you are interested."
She shudders, a hot breath grazing my shoulder.
"I am. Oh, but how I am."
I collect the bits, and saunter off, swaying my hips for the fun of it. I am rewarded with a firm squeeze, and I return to my normal duties, happily anticipating the evening.

> Taking Anon Like a Real Mare (Fluttershy)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am tired after a long day feeding and helping my critters. Most of the time, I don't mind taking care of others, I am a mare, after all. All that's left is my... guest. I feel a little guilty about not telling my friends about him, but...
I open the door to my cottage, and the aroma of lavender tea wafts by. Anon turns at the sound and gives me a warm smile.
"Welcome home. How were the bears?"
I smile back and clamber onto my 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 me a cup and settles beside me, sipping at his tea. I sidle up beside his leg, basking in his stallionish warmth. The tea helps as well, and I feel all the tenseness of the day flow out of me. I sigh happily. Anon chuckles in his deep, velvety voice. His fingers burrow through my mane and scratch at my scalp. It's official, I am in Elysium. Feeling a little bold, I lay my head on Anon's thigh.
He just continues scritching my head like nothing happened. Any sleepiness I felt evaporates from the heat blooming from my loins. I take deep breaths through my nose, savoring his musky scent. Maybe it was the tea, or his smell, or the way he smiled at me. Whatever it was, I stroke his thigh with my forehoof, blushing all the while.
"Fluttershy?"
I 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?"
I do like seeing a stallion manage the little ones so well. It makes me warm in all sorts of ways, like winking in my heart.
"No, I was just thinking..."
Okay, I can do this, I practiced with Rarity for hours, um. N-no homo. I give Anon my best smoldering look.
"How about we make some f-foals for you to chase? If that's okay with you?"
So.
Assertive.
I am really proud of myself! Anon pauses in scritching my scalp.
"Are you propositioning me, Flutterbutterbutt?"
Oh no! He totally thinks I 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 my nose. It's hard not to scrunch, and I can tell I scrunched a little. Anon chuckles, but his eyes look different. Bright, excited, hungry. Oh mare, I better not mess this up.
"You'll have to lead me through it, I'm not sure how to pleasure a birdhorse."
I don't really know about monkeytaurs either, but I 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 my mane. I hesitantly nuzzle his inner thigh, my nostrils flaring at his scent. Anon licks his lips.
Oh mare.
I bring a hoof over to unbutton his pants, but it's not like I practiced. This button is so small, and-
Anon chuckles, his slender fingers brushing my hoof to the side. He nimbly undoes the fastening, and unzips. Oh, shorts beneath his pants? Lewd, I approve. He lifts his hips, his bulge pressing against the thin fabric of his boxers. I breathe heavily through my nose, my mind getting hot and fuzzy and insistent. I bite the waist of his boxers and pull. His stallionhood rises like a monolith, at once imposing and inviting. I worship at its base, kissing and nuzzling, exulting in its firmness and warmth. Anon lets out a low groan, the thoroughly male sound wetting my lower lips.
Um, what did Rarity say was next? I gaze up at his eyes closed in bliss. Oh yes, now I remember.
"Does that feel good, you dirty colt? Not that you are dirty, just um. Naughty. Bad colt?"
My eyes widen as I realize how terribly I insulted him. He lifts my head with gentle hands, bringing his mouth low to whisper into my ear.
"What are you going to do with this bad colt? I'm hot and ready for either of your mouths."
I shiver in pleasure, tingling from hoof to pinion to snoot. Such a lewd stallion, my mind fills with half-remembered fantasies. I gaze up into his hungry eyes, and I can't help myself. I surge up onto his lap, my wings flapping for balance . Anon falls back and I set my forehooves on his shoulders.
"Open your mouth, you frisky human."
My breathing deepens as he obediently parts his lips. Bidden by his inviting, stallionish passiveness, I kiss him, my tongue meeting his, the taste indescribable. It's so different from all the times Rarity and I-
No homo!
I feel a hand come to rest on my haunch, squeezing and kneading. My hindlegs buckle at the stimulation, my marehood dipping and grazing his firmness. I moan into his mouth, my body hot and tingling with arousal and pleasure. Anon bucks at the graze, his grasp on my rear tightening almost painfully. I pull back from the kiss, panting heavily. He gives me a lazy grin.
"Not bad at all, birdhorse."
My chest swells at the praise, confidence rising.
"Tell me, Anon, have you ever tried anal?"
I'm feeling pretty tufty. Anon yanks lightly at my tail.
"No, but I'm about to."
I cup his cheek with my hoof.
"Not quite yet, gotta get you ready."
He quirks an eyebrow at me, and I lower myself carefully. My glistening marehood rests at the base of his rod, and I rock my hips back. His length slides between my lips, getting slathered with my juices. Anon gasps, gripping my back just under my flight muscles with both hands. I grin at the colt, backing up until I feel his erection prodding my belly. With a careful lift and flex of my hips, his cock falls onto his belly. I crouch low and slide up his length, winking uncontrollably. Anon hisses slowly, his hips pressing up against mine. I love seeing a happy stallion. I stretch my neck up and nibble on his ear.
"F-fuck!"
He stuttered! So cute. I let my 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. I feel like a real, full grown mare with this panting stallion beneath me. His hands fall from my back, one resting at the base of my tail, the other? He presses down and oh WOW. My anus spasms around the head of his dick, my breath catching at the wave of pleasure.
"Mmmmyay!"
I close my eyes, savoring the sensation. It's so much better than a horn-
"No homo!"
Anon chuckles.
"Thinking of another mare?"
I look at his face, and he doesn't seem jealous. But my tuft is feeling distinctly flat right now, and my face is burning in embarrassment.
"N-no, just, um."
He boops my snoot, and I smell some of my marecum? That must have been on his finger from when... I am scrunching super hard right now.
"Was it Twilight?"
I try to glare at him, but then he shifts his hips, his stallionhood sliding a fraction of an inch up my butt. I whimper.
"N-no."
Anon licks my cum off his fingers, maintaining eye contact.
"Then who?"
I are winking so hard right now.
"R-rarity."
"Hot."
His now clean hand digs into my tuft, combing deep furrows in its fluff. This colt is too lewd. I cannot take anymore of this. I lower myself on his rock hard stallionhood, shuddering and moaning at the stimulation. He groans, his back arching as he crushes me against his chest.
Such strength!
I wrap my forelegs around his neck, my body automatically pumping up and down his throbbing length. I am filled with a surging ocean of pleasure, cresting and crashing with every motion. Anon is moaning incoherently in my ear, his thighs slamming against my rump.
"I'm going to take your seed Anon!"
He growls, a new thrill roiling in my gut. My mind blanks as my orgasm crescendos, every nerve in my body singing in ecstasy. Anon shouts wordlessly, his precious semen blasting inside me. As my pleasure slowly ebbs away, I feel him still twitching inside me, a slick, radiant warmth. I gaze upon his face, taking great satisfaction as he slowly recovers his senses.
"Looks like I did my duty."
Anon grins at me
"That you did."
I rest contentedly on his chest, my mind lingering on what just happened. He strokes my mane fondly, his strength spent.
Wait.
I 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 me patiently. I press my face into his chest to avoid his gaze.
"I just wanted you for myself."
Anon pats me on the withers.
"Don't worry, you got me. I'm not going anywhere."
I look up at his smiling face, and smile back shyly.
"Yay."

> Well Pact
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am Sotharia, third circle descendant. Not for the first time, I wish I had manifested as an incubus, they get summoned all the time. But no, I am a pony succubus for a world that is 80% mares. The chances of me-
Whoa!
I feel a tug on my spine, and I follow it gladly. I rise from a circle, red smoke billowing around me. I strike a seductive pose for my summoner, who is a...
"Huh, it actually worked."
Minotaur? Thing? I don't see any teats, so today is my lucky eon.
"Yessssssss, I have answered your call. What is your name, succulent morsel?"
He flips through a book with his delicate fingers.
"Hold on, there's a bit before that. Ah, here it is. By the tree and stone, I abjure thee to bind thyself with thy name."
Drat, first time summoners are usually too flustered to get it right.
"Very well, I bind myself to your will in the name Sotharia."
He smiles at me.
"That's a pretty name."
"Th-thanks."
What is with this colt?
"Okay, next is, By my will and might, I bind you in my name, Anonymous. But you can call me Anon."
Well, so much for running rampant this time around. Still, I have a job to do.
"You have done well in binding me, master Anon. What do you say we enjoy the fruits of your competence?"
He sits down on a couch, grinning.
"Yeah, do what you like. I want to see what succubi do for foreplay."
I walk towards him, my hips swaying, my eyes and smile sultry. I hop up onto the couch and lean against his shoulder. Sulfur and Stars, this colt is tall. And deliciously warm. I slide a hoof down his arm, until I am holding his hand. I gaze up at his no doubt flustered fa-
He tilts his head.
"Was that supposed to be lewd?"
He gives my hoof a squeeze. My legs buckle beneath me as a wave of heat crashes inside me.
"B-buck yeah, you lewd colt, squeeze my hoof again!"
Master Anon is frowning now.
"Is that all?"
I nuzzle his shoulder, mind fuzzy from all the energy I am drinking up.
"Mmmm, if you want more..."
I lift my muzzle...
And give him a peck on the cheek! The few stallions I've had all crumpled at this stage, but this colt, this colt,
"Looks like I'll have to do things myself."
What does he mean by th-
His lips meet mine, pressing and parting. A hot, greedy tongue invades my mouth. His desire pours into me, hotter than the fires of Tartarus. I moan weakly, returning the kiss as best I can. Then a hand slides over my hip, grasping at my flank, and I can think no more.

I poke the unconscious demon. This succubus thing is kinda disappointing, a little frenching and an assgrab, and she's out cold. At least she's got a cute smile. Still, I'd feel weird about sexing up a sleeping girl, or uh, mare. Time to talk to the manager.

And thus Anon fed the entire succubus population.

> Becoming the Mask
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am drawing hurriedly on a paper plate. Why does Nightmare Night fall on September 31? Why does September have 31 days? I thought it was a joke, but noooo. So here I am, making the absolute worst costume ever. Some quick knot work with some string, and I put my mask on. I look in the mirror and sigh. I was so looking forward to spooking the ponies. At least with a bad drawing of Sombrero's face on my mask, I might startle a few.
I step out into the night, following the sounds of laughter and games. As I enter the festival grounds, all the little horses go quiet, staring at me. A few pegasi's wings extend, probably getting ready to fly away.
"The face isn't very good, is it? Perhaps I should take it off."
Maybe there's some sort of uncanny valley thing going on. I begin to lift my mask, but a full third of the ponies faint. I freeze. Hoofsteps sound behind me.
"Anonymous, aren't you wearing anything? It is Nightmare Night after a-"
Twilight trots around to face me, dressed up as some Gandalf knockoff. Her eyes go wide when she looks at my face.
"What have you done?"
It starts as a whisper.
"What did you do to Anonymous?"
"Um, Twilight, that's a bit-"
She glares at me, horn blazing with a baleful purple light.
"Sombra! Anonymous had better be safe and sound, or else Tartarus will seem like magical kindergarten when I'm done with you!"
What the hell.
Is wrong with this mare. I pull off my mask, ignoring the horrified screams of the populous. Twilight's jaw drops.
"It's just a mask. Honestly, what is with you guys?"
She collects herself with some effort.
"Anonymous, I know you didn't have a lot of time to prepare, but summoning the spirits of dead tyrants is not a good idea for a costume. Even if Sombra was a stallion."
There's some nervous chuckling among some of the mares. I roll my eyes.
"I did no such thing. Come on, I'll show you."
I turn back to my house, ignoring her vague warnings about arcane forces and soul chastity.

Twilight stands by my table as I grab a paper plate.
"See? Perfectly normal plate."
"Is there a hidden magic circle? That would explain the immense power of your mask summoning."
I hand her the plate.
"Check for one if you like, but I got it from a Manehattan convenience store."
After a few spells, she floats it back, frowning.
"It's as you say, a normal paper circle."
"Right. So now I draw on it..."
It's not my best drawing, but I think it's recognizably Sunbutt. Just to make sure she gets it, I draw a little speech bubble saying, "I wanna rut Twilight Sparkle."
Okay, maybe I wrote that just for fun. Twilight rolls her eyes at my little joke, but watches closely as I finish making the mask. At last I put it on, and turn to her. Her face immediately turns bright red.
"I-I don't know, Princess, it's so sudden...please be gentle."
I turn away.
"A-Anonymous? Where's Princess Celestia? We were right in the middle of an...important conversation."
"You just- Really? Am I alone in a world full of goldfish?"
I take off the mask and set it on the table. Then I turn towards book horse and point at it.
"I wrote it right there! You watched me!"
Twilight looks at me with wondering eyes.
"You...can see the future. This is amazing! We must tell Celestia at once! And maybe continue our conversation..."
She giggles to herself, cheeks still flushed.

I am now attending a private royal audience. Twilight nods to me, and I sigh. I slip the mask over my face, turning expectantly towards Celestia. She surges to her hooves, exuding an incredible aura of power and danger.
"Impostor! I would never say such things! Twilight, be careful, she'll try to fool you!"
I hang my head. I have stumbled upon immense power in the form of paper plate masks. I remove the one I am wearing and toss it away.
"See? No impostor, just me."
As the two princesses settle down, I start to wonder if Grandpa's stories about his conflicts with the red menace were true. It might be worthwhile to spend some time to search Equestrian history for that sort of thing. I poke a palace guard with an orange coat and blue mane to get his attention. Twilight's head whips around.
"Spy's tapping my Sentry!"

> Anon Wants to Communicate (Fluttershy)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ponyville has a new god. Well, technically he's a human, But clearly, Anon is a heavenly being sent to bless the lives of ponies. He's so elegant and demure. Communicating effortlessly and without words. Baby foals smile as he walks by. Even the cattiest of stallions is in awe of Anon. Mares swear secret oaths in service to him.

I thought it would be different here, but no. I am still too shy to talk to anyone outside of faintly mumbled pleasantries. Luckily I can usually get by with gestures, so it's not like I am helpless. I just wish I could makes some friends for once. The ponies here are really skittish, and are always watching me and muttering among themselves. It makes it kind of difficult to approach anyone.
I stand outside Sugarcube Corner, wavering. I really do want something sweet, but it's so full of ponies, and Pinkie Pie always makes a scene when she sees me around. Just the thought walking into that den of overstimulation makes me shudder. I feel a pony tap my arm with a wing. I look down to see a yellow mare I think is Fluttershy.
"Um, Anonymous? Can I buy you something from the sugarcube Corner?"
She understands! I feel a thrill of hope, and try to compose a suitable reply.
...
Thanks for- no,
A bavarian cr- wait, do they even have Bavaria here? For that matter, where is Bavaria in the first place? Oh no, I got lost in my thoughts, no doubt this mare is getting impatient with me, I should apologize. I glance at her face, but she actually seems content to wait. She just gives me a small, encouraging smile. Okay, keep it simple.
"Yes."
Nailed it! The mare nods pleasantly.
"What should I get for you?"
...how do I say this?
"A don-"
Wait,
"Like pudding, but-"
I am bad at this.
"With chocolate frosting."
I bury my face in my hands. This is why I don't talk to people.
"I understand. I'll just be back in a little bit with your bovarian creme."
I watch the pegasus trot into the bakery, and feel a little better about things.

I knew the town beauty was quiet, but it wasn't until I gathered up the courage to talk to him that I realized why. He reminds me a lot of how I was when I were younger. At once, all the little things like avoiding crowds, or why he just stares at mares who try to hit on him, it all makes sense. I resolve to help him make friends, and to help him grow like I did.

I feel something funky punky in my tuft as I get Fluttershy's bovarian creme. This isn't like her, she usually buys blueberry glazed donuts. Nevertheless, I am a professional.
"Here you go! Bovarian creme for the team!"
Fluttershy smiles and hoofs over the bits. I watch her as she goes to a tab-
No, she's going outside. But she always eats her donuts at a table?! I put a cardboard cutout of myself behind the counter and sneak off to see what's up. I peek out from behind the doorframe to see Fluttershy waltz right up to Anonymous. He smiles at her and takes the bovarian cream with a dignified nod.
Lucky mare.
Then he starts nibbling on it, licking the creamy filling from time to time. I blush, unable to look away from the lewd sight. Poor Fluttershy is getting a huge wingboner right there in the street.

I lick the last remnants of the donut from my fingers. Abruptly I realize that Fluttershy has been waiting this entire time, watching me eat. Her face is red, probably from being out in the summer sun for so long. I have to help her! Not to mention paying her back for the donut.
I look around, seeing only busy shops . Well, my house isn't far from here, I can get her some water there. I take a deep breath.
"Let's, out of sun, um."
Come on Anon, you can do it!
"My home. Enter."
I gaze at her face, silently willing her to do the impossible. Fluttershy blinks, then smiles at me.
"It is a little hot out, I would love to go to your home."
Is she a genius? How can she understand me so perfectly? With a burgeoning hope rising in my heart, I lead her to my house.

I sit in Anonymous' living room. It's very neat, if a little larger than I am used to. Even if I tried, I don't think I could take up more than two cushions of his couch. He strides back into the room with a tall glass of water, his natural grace keeping the water from even rippling. It's a little mesmerizing watching those long legs move. Anonymous sets the glass on the coffee table in front of me, and retreats to the recliner opposite me. I nod pleasantly at him.
"Thank you."
He nods back, a bit jerkily. Is he nervous? I take a deep drought of the water, savoring the way the coolness spreads throughout my body. Then I set the glass on the coffee table, and tilt my head at him.
"You don't have to wait for me, you should get a drink too."
He shakes his head.
"M'fine."
His lips compress, then part ever so slightly, then close tightly again.
"Kitchen, before."
He must have had a quick drink then, I suppose. I'm not really sure how to continue, but sometimes it helps just to say anything.
"Do you...find it scary, talking to ponies?"
I smile at him encouragingly. He looks down at his hands.
"Yes, its-"
He starts breathing deeply, lips twisting and trembling. My heart sinks, if only I could wrap him in my wings and take away his troubles, but that might just make things worse.
"If it's too hard to say, maybe you could write it down?"
He looks me in the eyes, startled. Then he rushes off up the stairs .
...
Hopefully he's just getting some paper, and not hiding from me. I wait on the couch, each minute passing by making me wonder if I should leave so he can come back down. Then he comes down the stairs with an armful of loose paper, and hands one to me.
[I've never been good at making friends, and it only got worse as I got older. I don't know how to meet people, or how to make conversations. I just stand on the edge of the crowd, afraid. What if they think I'm rude? I know I look weird, and I don't want to make people uncomfortable by trying to make them interact with me. I don't want to make people talk with me while they want me to leave. I know they say things about me, I can see them whisper while they look at me. So I try to stay inside as much as possible, which just makes it harder to go outside and face people.]

[I just want to have some friends, but I think it's impossible for me, now.]
I blink rapidly, to keep from crying. This poor colt. This poor, poor colt. I notice a pen on the table, and pick it up. I suppose I could just say this, but I think he would accept it better as words on a page. I write my message below his.
[I can be your friend, and help you make more friends.]
I push the paper towards him. He picks it up and reads, his eyes widening. Anonymous looks at me, then the paper, then me again. I smile and nod encouragingly. He sets the paper down with shaking hands and writes back.
[Thank you, thank you so much!]
Warmth blooms in my chest, and I start to compose my next message.

I lean against my front door. It's late in the afternoon, the orange light of the sunset filtering in through the windows. My new friend...! My new friend Fluttershy is walking home now, after hours of passing notes. The coffee table is littered with pages of small talk, of likes and dislikes, of hobbies and doodles. I collect them in a rough chronological order, and sit in my chair. I look down at the first page.
[I can be your friend, and help you make more friends.]
I read that sentence again and again until everything becomes blurry. I lean back, letting the tears fall down my face. I won't always be alone. I clutch the papers to my chest.
I finally have a friend.

> Kinedness and Love (MinoOC)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am creeping towards my beautiful, sleeping wife, wearing nothing but some lacy gloves and a pair of white silky socks. Hell if I know why it gets Stormy Billows hot and bothered, but I'm not complaining. My Minoan wife breathes deeply, the sheets concealing the details of her peaks, but as snow cannot conceal the immensity of a mountain, so too does the cloth not hide how fucking huge her tits are. I smile mischievously to myself as I straddle her waist. Gently, I cup the cheeks of her face and peck her on the lips. Stormy blinks as she wakens, a smile slowly forming on her face. She crushes me in a warm embrace, humming contentedly. Her lips brush my ear as she whispers in a husky voice.
"Wear those sexy little gloves tonight, and I'll rut you so hard the bed breaks."
I barely have time to yelp before Stormy rolls over and plunders my mouth with her skilled tongue. Her hand grips my dick with a gentle firmness, her movements smooth and skillful. Her breasts lay heavy on my chest, and I lose myself to her warmth and pressure. I return the kiss as best I can, but Stormy's tongue is far stronger and larger than mine. I can feel her fond amusement as I struggle against its movements. My hands sink into her tits, hefting and kneading. She hums in approval, pumping me faster and faster. I squirm under her, bucking my hips against the movements of her hand.
I am so close. It seems she feels it too, because she breaks the kiss and crawls back between my legs. Stormy gives me a wink before enveloping my length in her warm, wet muzzle. I almost cum right then and there, but I hold back. She smiles around my dick, then gets down to sucking and licking with brutal efficiency. I groan as any semblance of self control evaporates and I fire into her mouth. Stormy hums in contentment, suckling on my cock until the last drop is spent. She finally swallows, letting my manhood fall from her mouth. I lay on the bed, sweaty, spent, and flush with pleasure. She leans down and kisses me on the cheek.
"Good morning to you too, darling. I'll see you after work, and remember..."
She pats my hip.
"Wear the gloves."
I kiss her on the snout.
"As you wish."
Stormy gives my hip a playful grope, then leaves to get ready for work. I take a moment to collect myself. By the gods, I love my wife.

Another day, I stare in the mirror. My beard has been getting kinda wild, and the Labyrinthian summer is sweltering. An hour of trimming later, and I'm still not satisfied. It's short enough, but I feel like experimenting. Perhaps a goatee and side burns? I grin to myself, imagining Stormy's reaction.
"Oh, new style of beard? It suits your handsome face."
Totally worth it.

I pace in front of the door, waiting for my wife to get home. I can't stop rubbing the clean-shaven parts of my jaw. It feels kinda weird, after having a full beard for so long. The door creaks open, and I whirl to face it.
"Welcome home dear, how was your day?"
Stormy hangs her shield and sword on the rack by the door.
"Uneventful, but that's the best kin-"
She freezes as she sees my face. Her eyes go wide, pupils dilating. I grin uneasily.
"Thought I'd try something different. Do you like it?"
Stormy slams the door behind her and rushes at me. I manage one panicked step back before my face is in her hands, turning my head this way and that.
"We'll have to have a portrait done, maybe five?"
I feel myself start to blush.
"We don't need to go that far..."
Stormy nods seriously, letting go of my face.
"You're right, we need to preserve this in sculpture."
I spend the next several hours serving as her model, blushing at the constant stream of compliments she mutters as she chips away at the stone.

The Autumn leaves are beautiful as the two of us walk in the public gardens. Other couples seem to agree, sitting on picnic blankets and fondly watching over their wandering calves. Stormy holds my hand, fingers interlaced, and gives it a squeeze.
"What are you thinking about, my love?"
I look up at her and smile, cheeks reddening a little.
"I was thinking it would be nice to have a calf of our own, someday."
She blinks. Then scoops me up in her arms and starts trotting towards home.
"Uh, Stormy?"
She smiles fondly at my reddening face.
"Yes, my treasure?"
"We don't have to start trying right now."
My wife nods.
"We don't have to, but there is no way I can resist when my adorable husband tells me he wants calves. So please be patient with me, while I make sure every drop of your seed ends up inside me."
I cover my face.
"I can't believe you said that in public!"
Stormy shrugs.
"Let them hear. I will never hide my love for you."
I bury my face into her tit, hiding my goofy grin. I mumble,
"I love you too, Stormy."

The next morning, Stormy chops down a tree for yet another bedframe.