>You are, as you've always been, Anon
>Humanest human there is.
>And fuck me has your week been weird.
>ever since Cheerilee found you after the great bumpining of..
>What fucking year is it?
>pone calendars are weird..
>After teachin' horse found you bush creepin' on butt bumping fillies, you had to think on your feet.
>turns out you're reeeeal fucking bad at that
>Painting
>kind of fucking idiot would believe that?
>Talking horses. Talking horses would believe that.
>You doubled down on that shit
>doubled down haaaaard
>you told her that humans used nature to paint
>Nature, some simple oils and a lot of grinding with a grindstone
>and the bush was a lovely shade of green
>Not super untrue, but enough to make some historians back home slap your shit.
>She ate that shit up.
>It also turned out teach had a bit of an artist streak in her
>Something about learning the different art styles of Equestria and teaching it to the youngin's
>So here you are.
>On a fucking Saturday no less
>In Cheerilee's living room. Grinding up leaves and oil.
>Surrounded by, albeit decent, paintings. Again.
>She's not bad, for being a non-horn pony
>mouthcontrolfodaysyo.jpg
>But holy shit
>You've been at this for hours.
>Your arms hurt...
>"Anon... I really like how this painting is turning out, but I think we need more white for the clouds."
>More white? You ran through all the chalk she had three hours and 7 painting ago.
>Looking out of one of the nearby windows shows you that the moon is on the rise and the sun is a droppin'
>So going to the store is out.
>Where t-
>and that's when you got an idea.
>A horribly, deviously, perverted idea.
"Well, Going to the store may be out of the question, but I think I have a more. 'Natural' alternative to chalk."
 
>after a brief explanation to a somewhat blushing Cheerilee, You were off.
>She agreed to this mostly because she wanted to finish this painting in time to show the class on Monday
>Also something about learning about human anatomy for a lesson on equestrian beasts?
>You weren't really paying attention
>So on her couch you went.
>Pants down. Johnson presented, and Cheerilee staring at him. One brow raised
>"And you're sure this will work?"
"It's the way humans do it!"
>That's right.
>put on that winning smile
>lie through your teeth
>It's not like she's gonna que-whoaheythat'saponynose.
>The tiny teaching pone has her nose right up in your business.
>You remember reading something about ponies and musk, this must have something to do with it.
>and with every little sniff she takes, a little warm air baths Anon.jr
>Weird to you, but hey, he has no complaints.
>and with the first few tentative licks, you were in business.
>and after the first few test licks, her mouth was upon you in mere seconds.
>Seems she really liked the taste
>and oh dear lord she was better at this than painting.
>It started slow, a gentle bit of sucking right at the tip of your member, her velvety soft tongue grazing it every few moments.
>She lets you go, only to come back again, with slow licks here and there.
>For just wanting to get this over with to get back to painting she was taking her sweet. Fucking. TIME.
>You groan as she pulls away only to go to the base and lick all the way up.
>Oh fuck you Schoolhorse... this is torture.
>down she went aaaaaagaai-Fucking shit!
>Her hot mouth engulfed your cock, tongue resting on the underside as she went down.. Then up. Then down.
>As she got her self into a rhythm, you bit your bottom lip.
>Every bob of her head was accompanied by a flick of her broad tongue
>and when she took you all the way to the hilt?
>You had to have died.
>'cause you're pretty sure your were in heaven.
>There's no way nothing's this good.
 
>With a lewd pop she pulled away from you taking one more lick before a hoof came to rub at you
>"How are you lasting this long? most stallions would have popped by now!"
"H-human...stamina"
>A blessing and a curse really.
>She rolled her eyes "Well hurry up! I need that white!"
>and back on the ride you were
>It's like she's trying to suck out your soul
>If that was the case you were more than willing.
>She's really working at it now, pulling all the stops
>Her head is a blur as she works your poor manhood.
>and of course its working go-WELL. It's working REALLY WELL.
>You're starting to feel that all to familiar tingle, it's all most time.
>You place your hand on her head, giving her ears some love, just to let her know you're still there.
>She must have notice your were getting close, either do to the moans, the twitching of your cock, or just by instinct alone
>She took you down one more time and that's when it happened.
>Through clenched teeth you gave her your special brand of paint.
>She pulled back just in time to catch most of it in her mouth, the rest covering her face, framing it in a lewd sort of cuteness.
>Now that's art.
>You didn't even notice when she ran off, mouth still full. You were too busy trying to remember how to human.
>after a few moments of you resting, she came back, her face clean and a little bucket balanced on her back.
>you took note of the bits of white covering the rim.
>Aww, She even labeled it "Anon White"
>"Wow, Anon! You gave so much." She smiled to you, rather happy that she could get back to finishing
>She placed the vase near her un fished painting, readying the oils and mixing bowl
>You're just glad you could help.
>andgetafreeblowie
>She was about to start again, when she suddenly stopped.
>"Although..."
>What now?
>The schoolmarm turns her gaze back to you, her eyes half lidded.
>"I am going to need more for a few more pieces.."
>Oh, well that's not so ba-
>"A Gallon might do it..."
>OhsweetbabyCelestia