A Season in the Sun III

>Morn of Our Begotten Sin in Equestria

>Be Anonymous the Fustilarian

>You awake in an empty bed to the smell of cereal being prepared

>A fine morning for cereal, you believe, after a difficult and draining night

>Why you struck your shameless being upon the yellow mare thrice in Her moonlight, you cannot say

>Why Fluttershy allowed you passage each time, you can not reason

>You do not love her for it is simply how the world is built

>Great man build great houses...

>... Why do great houses hold none warmer than those under the stone?

>Agh, enough of these intrusive questions!

>You dress in part layer this morn and head down stairs

>The yellow kitchen maiden buzzes happily to herself as she cooks over a very modern stove

F: Oh, Anon! So good to see you this morning! I decided to make both pancakes and oatmeal

>You see a large spread of food that could host the company of several more ponies

A: Thank you, m'lady

F: No, no, thank you for being so generous to me

>You shrug with a bit of puzzlement and smile

A: Is it not you who opened your home to us?

F: Yes, but... you paid us so well and... well

>Fluttershy blushes nervously

F: Well, last night was... oh, just magical, Anon

A: 'Twas nothing of the sort. We shared but a fleeting instant of infatuation and slake our most carnal needs

F: -You- say it like that... but, I am sure your body was telling me a different story

>You nod without argument

A: 'Tis true we may have been a bit... -pent- up, if you will... you were an excellent host from beginning to end

F: I really liked when you kissed me... you know where... I never even heard of two ponies doing -that- before. J-just thinking about it is kind of exciting...

>Fluttershy holds her own face as it flushes red

>You pay little attention to the swooning mare as you furiously eat the food set before you

>If nothing else, you spent a tremendous amount of energy on you... excursions of the quilt

>It is not too long after that you hear a knock at the door

>You assure Fluttershy that you will answer it as she cleans a dish

TS: Hello, Fluttershy! I brought you the book on large, terrestrial primates you were asking abo-...

>It is Twilight Sparkle and she seems displeased to find you at Fluttershy's door

TS: Anon! What are you doing in Fluttershy's house?

A: We were enjoying a hot meal in good company. Pray tell, how can we assist you this fine day?

>Twilight sniffs at the air pervading you for a while and looks you over with accusing eyes

TS: You two... didn't get into any funny business, did you?

A: We have no clue in the slightest what you may be implying

>Implying you haven't the foggiest

TS: Well... where is Fluttershy anyway?

>You fetch Fluttershy and allow her to speak her peace with the angry unicorn at the door

F: Oh, hello, Twilight. What can I do for you this morning?

TS: I brought you the book you wanted on primates... what's the sudden interest in large primates, hmm?

>Fluttershy smiles anxiously between you and Twilight

F: I had a sudden concern about dealing with some wild monkeys...

>Twilight's eyes narrow as Fluttershy ducks down slightly

F: ... Who were eating the extra fruit...

>Twilight applies more pressure

F: ... I left for the fruit bats...

>Fluttershy is nearly shaking in fear now

>Twilight looks at her and then to you

TS: I hope your -monkey- problem won't interfere with Anon's work here in Ponyville

F: Oh, heavens, no! Anon is free to do whatever he needs to

TS: Good, because it would be a shame to see -him- being -interrupted- by -somep0ny- when he's working

A: M'lady, Sparkle... we think you claim more authority than one should

TS: I am just watching out for your well being. I know somep0nies in Ponyville act different behind closed doors

>Twilight Sparkle stares intently at Fluttershy

A: 'Tis true, yet Fluttershy has shown me nothing but kindness and care. We are a burden upon her peaceful home if any matter is to be weighed

>Twilight thinks over your words for a moment and nods in agreement

TS: If you say so... just don't get into any trouble the Princess would not

A: Hah! Of course not! Thank you for such ample advice

>You chuckle lightly and wave Twilight your farewells

>When the unicorn disappears past the cobblestone path, you look to Fluttershy

A: 'Twas an interesting eve, in so many words. We thank you, Fluttershy, for the stay and meal and all the kindness you bestowed

F: A-and the, um... you know... in my bed?

A: Enjoyable in body and fulfilling of the base urges we all share...

F: So, that's a good thing, right?

>You pet Fluttershy's head and set out into the rising sun

>The yellow mare watches you walk off without a sound

>You stumble through town on your way to the train station

>Being away from Canterlot for a single night has you wistful

>What if your Princess had come for you in the night after all?

>Would you have given in as easily?

>The sound of an argument nearby breaks your trance and you investigate

>Three fillies of varying castes are scuffling with cock

A: Subjects! Why dost this fowl earn your scorn?

>The three cease their brawl and the cock flies away

SL: What did he say?

AB: Ah don't know... Ah think he's speakin' in minotaur

SB: He doesn't -look- like a minotaur

AB: Maybe he's a -baby- minotaur?

SL: That would explain why he doesn't have horns yet

>These foals are trying your patients

A: We are no minotaur, but a human!

SL: Alright, jeez, no need to shout...

>Shouting?

A: We are not shouting! We are merely conveying out message in the royal Canterlot way!

>You notice quite a few ponies around the square have also stopped to look upon you

>You bring your voice to a royal whisper

A: We do apologize... we heard your cries of anger and merely came to aid you

SB: Aww, that's so nice of you, mister... human?

A: You can call me, "Anonymous"

SL: That's a silly name...

SB: Wouldn't that mean that we still don't know your name? "Anonymous" means not being identified by a name

>The pegasus and earth caste ponies look to the unicorn

SL: What are you? A dictionary?

AB: Ah think his name's fine

>The unicorn puffs her face and deflates quickly

SL: Hey! I got an idea, girls!

>The three huddle closely and you can scarcely hear what they are saying

>Every now and again, one will lift their head up to look at you before ducking back down

AB: So, Anonymous, how's 'bout we tag along with'ya today an' learn all 'bout Canterlot?

>You see a gleam in her small eyes that is off-putting

A: We are... unsure...

SB: Aww, come on! We'll be good, we promise!

>The unicorn pouts and mists her eyes

>That face...

A: Fine...

>The three bounce around you and cheer

SL+AB+SB: Cutie Mark Crusaders Human Assisters!

>You feel that your infinite generosity and royal resolve is about to be sorely tested this day

>The train ride to Canterlot is precisely uneventful

>To see train routes not beset by fencing or magical barriers is truly incredible

>You can only speculate when the last dragon attacked your faire city

>Peace, while welcomed, was strange

>The four of you arrive at the station and exit to the platform

SB: So, where do you live, Anonymous?

SL: Yeah! What's a human house look like?

>You point off into the distance

AB: Oh, ya' live behind the castle?

>You shake your head from side to side

A: We live -in- the castle

>The three fillies look at you in wonderment

SB: Does Princess Celestia know?

A: Yes, our empress was the very soul to instate us therein

AB: Did anyp0ny ever tell ya' yew talk funny?

>You sigh at how inattentive these fillies seem to be

>You walk along through the streets of Canterlot for the first time in daylight

>Many unicorns make up the population, as was once right, but today you see a minority of pegasi and earth caste as well

>What a strange and tolerant world

SB: Oh, Anon! Look! They have a dress store!

AB: Startin'a sound like Rarity there

SB: And you're starting to sound like Applejack

>The two lock eyes and butt heads for a moment before laughing

>You continue walking by to a symphony of gasps as the ponies of this new world see something like you for the first time

>You remember the trouble of befriending ponies of your time, though being able to kill dragons did assist in being accepted

>You moan to yourself and approach the gates of the palace

SL: So, what's it like being so tall?

A: 'Tis the same as being one so small. We just see you when we bow as you see us when you pray...

>You nearly chuckle at that phrase... Celestia always had a way with rhymes

>You cross through the guards with your fillies in tow and enter the castle doors

>A guard greets you at the door and announces your arrival

Guard: Sir Anonymous... the Princess has been expecting your return and wish for you to meet her post-haste!

>You nod and walk along to the throne room

>The guard eyes your band of foals, but seems to withhold his comment

SB: Wow, this place is -beautiful-!

SL: Look how high the ceilings are!

AB: Ah bet we could try base jumpin' here!

>You aim a stern look in the earth caste's direction

A: If you would mind yourselves, we are to meet the Princess of the Sun. Her majesty, Celestia

>The name leaves a sour taste on your tongue

>The three fillies do seem to understand this and walk neatly behind you

>As you enter the throne room, a guard sounds a horn

G: Now arriving, Sir Anonymous... and his kind?

>The guard whispers to the other guard about the strange fillies

>They both shrug and try to look stern and ready

C: Anonymous! We had sent a messenger to your chambers to find you were gone. We discovered you in Ponyville at sunrise. I hope the trip was nice and relations are going well?

>You kneel on one knee with your head hung downward, as is tradition

A: Empress...

C: Please, call me, "Celestia"

A: ... Princess Celestia... we were taking in the sights and sounds of this new era. Much has changed and we fear we are... antiquated

>Celestia strides easily from her throne to you

C: Anonymous, do not feel this way. Time has changed much however, you simply need to learn about this new age. I am sure you have noticed the peace you worked so hard to achieve

>You smirk

A: We do... we did not see one filthy wyrm or vile drake in the sky

C: Do be careful with that kind of language... the peace is held together with tenuous bonds

A: As you wish, m'lady, we shall...

>A cacophony of calls come from your miniature companions

AB: Woah, the Princess sher is pretty!

SB: And so elegant!

SL: And her wings are so cool!

C: I see you've brought guests today? Who are these little fillies your chauffeuring?

AB: Mah name's, "Applebloom", Princess!

SL: I'm Scootaloo!

SB: And I'm Sweetie Belle! Pleasure to meet you!

>They all bow before the Princess

>You suppose they had learned -some- etiquette after all

C: It is likewise charming to meet you three. I hope Anon here has been a generous host?

>Celestia winks at you and smiles

>You could swear upon your eyes that she was not the mare you remember from that horrible night

>This doppelganger before you must be another for you know the wrath of the unyielding sun

A: Princess Celestia... we have arrived at your summons and wish to know more of our task ahead?

C: Task? Oh, yes, thank you for reminding me. I have summoned you here to bring a prized tome to a pupil of mine. Her name is Twilight Sparkle. I trust you two have already met?

A: Wise as always, our Princess. We will happily depart after food and bath, if it pleases m'lady?

C: Of course! I was going to tell you to get a bath when you could

>Celestia chuckles and moves in close to whisper

C: You smell a bit like a stray mare today, if you catch my drift

>Your face contorts, but you see no reason to play into this

A: Thank you, Princess

>You stay on your knee for a long moment

>You choke a moment... is she going to...

>Celestia looks you over once before realizing

C: Oh, right... A~hem! You are dismissed, Sir Anonymous

>You stand and bow before making a break to your quarters

>Her presence is right, but it feels as if the Princess of the Sun has lost substance

>It must be the march of time upon her being

>You arrive at your bedroom with the three fillies in tow

A: Maid! See to it that these three are properly maintained while we bathe... there are to be no interruptions. Thank you and dismissed

>The servant looks at you rather awkwardly

>They must be new

>You should always show mercy to new help

>You draw your bath and relax your muscles

>All is quiet and calm for a brief moment before you catch something moving

>You strobe your eyes across without moving a muscle

>The thing appears close to your tub and you strike

>Success!

>In your strong hand resides a pony's neck

>It struggles for an instant as you let go

SL: A-Anon! What... what was that about?

A: We did not realize who our assailant was... accept our forgiveness. Are you not suppose to be with the chambermaid and thy friends?

SL: Well, we were technically with them a second ago...

>You roll your eyes

A: What is it we can help you with while we are bathing?

SL: Well, everyp0ny has been wanting to ask you all about your life... you know, as a human? We're trying to get our cutie marks and we're pretty sure "human assistants" is a real thing

A: We are sure that will not be thy cutie mark

SL: But, you can't be sure until you try everything! By the way, do humans have cutie marks?

A: Did you not ask us of this earlier this morn?

SL: We probably did... so, was that a "no" or...?

A: No, humans do not acquire the cutie mark as does a pony

SL: OK... well, how do you know what you're good at then?

A: Simple, we try many -things- and decide what we like doing. Then we are to practice that -thing- until it becomes rote

SL: Makes sense. One question... what's a rote?

A: It means simply to follow a habitual pattern or procedure. To do something continuously without thought

SL: Oh... I get it now! You know, your pretty smart

A: Thank you... now, if you would excuse this one, we would like to enjoy our bath...

>You close your eyes and rest you head on the ledge of the tub

>It is silent again and you are about to smile

>All tranquility is torn from you with the sound of a splash and the feeling of hooves on your legs

>Your eyes snap to attention and you spy Scootaloo from across the tub

A: What... are... you... doing!?

SL: I, uh... I was dirty?

>You sit up in the tub and stare angrily at this filly

A: We offer our kindness to you and this is what action you take? What could be your justification for entering our bath?

>Scootaloo rubs her head with a hoof and stares away

SL: Well, I've heard some stories about... bipeds... you know? Like you and minotaurs and stuff? I was like, "Well it's probably just a lie" and you know? So I...

A: Your ramblings are not becoming... get on with it

SL: Is it true you -wang- is always showing?

A: What kind of question is that from a filly?! Should you not be concerning yourself with learning to cook and clean as is every mare's rightful place?

SL: I suppose... I never thought about it much... but, if I am going to be your assistant, I should know this, right?

A: We need -not- an assistant! We need peace and tranquility!

SL: Aww, come on! You need my help at least! How else would you wash your back?

>Scootaloo smirks as if invincible

>You turn around and expose you back to her

>You then reach your arms over your head and flex them to your back

SL: Oh... didn't know humans could do that... well, um...

A: We are flexible, we are lean and powerful. We need not one's help to maintain us!

>You see Scootaloo peering around the disappearing soap bubbles for something

A: You are too young to concern yourself with matters of males! Get out of this bath or so help me, I shall...!

>Scootaloo starts sobbing

>No, you shall not be swayed!

>But, you made this filly cry for reasons she could not fully comprehend

>You have a duty and morals!

>How could you make her hurt and deny her knowledge?

>Why are you conflicted at all!?

A: Enough! Do not weep! We cannot bear the sound... of a lady weeping

>Scootaloo looks up at you, her eyes red with tears

>You sigh a regretful sigh and stand up

A: There... do you see? Does it please you to know?

>Scootaloo stares at you long enough to paint your portrait

>You wait no longer for her answer and hide yourself in the water

SL: You weren't kidding about being lean and strong... do you... do you like running?

A: Not entirely

SL: C-can I see -it- again?

>You move like a fish through the water to the curious foal

A: Child... what has happened to you to take this much interest in males? Atop of that... why the interest in us?

SL: I heard... Rainbow Dash... she's my friend... she was talking about it and I overhead a lot... so, I was thinking... it could help get my cutie mark?

>You look with a mixture of horror and curiosity

A: Why, in this great nation, would you have such a thought? What two ponies do in -that- fashion will never be what or who you are. 'Tis insanity to think another would find your cutie mark!

SL: W-what if I wanted to try anyways?

A: By all means, try! Rut with as many males as you can coerce! 'Tis not my concern though...

SL: S-so, you wouldn't touch me?

A: Do we give the impression of some... some... filly fiddler?! Are we but a toy for your own amusement?

>Scootaloo hangs her head in sadness

SL: Safety...

A: Pardon?

SL: I... I think you're nice... you know? And this is my first time ever in heat... You just looked... safe? I know, it doesn't make sense

A: We know not of a remedy for this... other than the most obvious of remedies

>Though the old world would proclaim this filly your new maid upon taking her maidenhead... you are uncertain of such actions in the new world

>Besides, you have a dozen plus one maids to date... or you used to...

A: We... can lend a hand... But no more! To take more would be a contemptible thing and we would be most displeased with greed. Dost thou understand?

>Scootaloo looks up with renewed hope

SL: Do you mean it?

A: Yes, we are true to our word. You must be true to your herein

>Scootaloo nods quickly with her mouth agape

>You move slightly closer to her and your hand disappears beneath the water

>You grope about until you see Scootaloo's ears stand upright and her wings part slightly

SL: Ah... ooh~...

A: Be quiet...

>Her mouth closes as huffs of air push between her teeth and nostrils

>You bring her body closer still until you feel her fragile form in your lap

>You hands glide easily over her marehood and her wings flutter lightly

>A strange notion crosses your mind about the pegasus caste

>First Fluttershy and now this little one has wanted to bed you

>Is it possible you are some type of fetish for their race?

>You push this thought to the side for now and grip Scootaloo's little flank

>It is rather bony and small

>You do appreciate large assets, but this is not for you after all!

A: From your trembling, you must be nearing your peak. If you need us to slow down or stop, please say so

SL: F-f-fast-er-er...

>Her hot breath mixes with the cooling water ever so nicely

>You feel her hooves wrap about your arm and her hips move of their own volition

>A bit of small talk may ease her to fruition

A: You're wings are pretty...

>Scootaloo looks up at you with the widest eyes you've seen and her mouth hangs open

>The bath suddenly reignites, at least in your lap, as Scootaloo has her first induced orgasm

SL: A-Anon... you... oh~...

>She gasps very hard between words

>You pat her head and lay it on your chest

>Scootaloo slowly catches up on her lungs and begins

SL: Anon, I... you... do you mean it?

>You take a small wing in your hand and help it extend to its fullest

>The small wings look extremely well kept and you smile slightly

A: We are a man of our words, my little dear

>Scootaloo holds you as far around as her small hooves allow

>You stroke her mane a little longer

A: We should retire from this embrace... you should reunite with your playmates

SL: ... Can we stay like this... a little longer?

A: We really must get...

SL: Please, don't let go yet...

>It cannot be helped, you think

>You hold tightly for what feels like eternity

A: Are you satisfied now?

>You feel her hooves loosen and she reluctantly pulls away

SL: I really needed this... it's like I'm completely better!

A: We do hope it lasts...

>You remember a time long since past when a certain young Princess would be locked away in her chambers during her "episodes"

>Ah, to be young and naive again

>You rise first from the tub and step out

>You notice the filly's eyes sizing you up like a choice bit of lettuce

>As you cover yourself with a bath towel, she audibly sighs

SL: Anon... do you think... we could...

A: Not now nor soon. We are actually rather concerned to have done this at all...

>Scootaloo looks to you with sincerity

SL: I'll preen three times a day from now on... you know, in case you do want to see me

>You smile at her misguided attempts to woo you

A: Your wings are fine as is. Do not overdo a good thing, Scootaloo

SL: You said my name

A: Yes, well, it is -your- name

SL: But, you say it really nicely... Anonymous, I...

A: No, no more words. No more feelings. Come dry off so we may meet your friends and we shall perform our royal duties

>Scootaloo hops out of the tub and you buff her out

>She attempts to rut your hand again, but you set her sights in the proper direction

>You truly think you are a toy for the pegasus clan and are rather glad to never had active dealings with them

>If they are this dangerous in times of peace, you cannot imagine them in times of war

>The day presses on as you all leave the castle with the package in hand and three tired fillies trailing behind

>You board the train heading for Ponyville

>Scootaloo sits close to you and you can smell her lustful body

>Across the car sits Applebloom and Sweetie Belle

SL: Psst, hey! Anon... they fell asleep together

A: Yes, very cute. We noticed how tired they were. What of yourself?

SL: I'm a little sleepy... a little... you know?

A: Thou be a fervent scamp...

SL: Do you... do you think maybe?

>She looks up at you with eyes as large as tea plates

>You groan a bit and decide to sate this beast's immense thirst

>You both take a quick step into a single compartment bathroom

>The smell of liquid shame fills the cramped room as Scootaloo sits in your lap

>She is humping your leg the moment you sit her down

A: There's not bathtub here. Do not spray us or you shall know fear

>Your threat seems to excite her further

>You look at her beautiful, delicate body and consider again doing this to a filly of her age

>Without much more thought, your skillful hands rub into the orange mare's burning sex

A: A shame that one's cycle hold such sway over them. Humans do not have such imprisonment

SL: A-Anon...

>Her eyes close as she rides you

>She grinds well against your hand until you are slick from palm to point

SL: Can you... put one inside?

>Why not?

>You slide your middle finger slowly into her lush interior and stir her gently

SL Oh... my... aah~

A: Aie... Aie! So vocal for one so small

>You see Scootaloo attempt to lift her little body up and ride your digit slowly

SL: It's so good inside... your hand's so hot...

>She steadies herself using your legs and chest as she picks up her pace

>You decide to have a spot of fun and add you ring finger

>As she comes down again, you fill her needy body with more thickness

SL: Ooh~ ooh~... just a little... deeper... uh!

>Her body draws your fingers in up to the knuckle and you watch with a perverse awe

>You here a squelching sound and feel your fingers drip with the signs of a job well done

>Scootaloo shutters and rocks

>You hold her in place as she thrashes in her satisfaction

SL: So good... Oh... I love this... I want to have sex everyday...

A: We are glad to see you enjoy this. 'Tis not quite sex, however, you will learn that soon enough if you keep this a constant

>You chuckle and uncork yourself from her loins

>A trickling film oozes from her well-used body

>You have come so far... why not go the extra step?

>You lift your fingers to your mouth and swab her scent and taste on your tongue

SL: Anon... please... stop...

>The little mare quivers in your arms as you finish cleaning yourself

>The taste is not unlike a cloud, but wholly one of citrus

A: This taste... 'tis pleasing enough. Are you satisfied?

>You stroke her wing idly as you await an answer

>She yawns and her eyes close again

SL: Sleepy... promise me you'll *yawn*, you'll be here when I get up?

A: Ah, such a promise we could make. We will see you sooner than later

>You smirk as the sun sets for the day

>You carry the young filly to your seat and lay her down to rest

>As the train rolls onward, you step out of a loading door for fresh air

>The day is long, but the night is longer still

>The moon rises above you and the light seems to almost caress your face

>Her majesty is beautiful as always

>You look up at the moon with your arms spread wide to embrace

A: Our love for thou is matched only by our love of your moon, Empress

>You imagine she is standing beside you

>Her beautiful scent filling your nostrils, her wondrous mane shimmering like that of the night sky on an open sea

>And her inviting muzzle bearing down upon your own waiting lips

A: Luna, dearest Princess of the Night... why have you forsaken thy vassal? Why dost the night hold us closer still? We are weatherworn from a thousand storms, yet thine eye's call upon our faith as faith alone is our harbour...

>Two ships passing in the night... only darkness without light...

>You lurch back to your cabin to rest a while

>The trip is not more than a few hours

>You may as well get some rest

>Goodnight, dearest Luna