Title:           Kidanon and the CMC
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Friday 19th of February 2016 01:30:25 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 19th of February 2016 01:30:25 PM CDT

>”Hey Anon, this might be an embarrassing question but, have you ever kissed a filly before?”
>You spit take the apple juice you were drinking.
>What the heck!?
>You were having a nice time at recess enjoying your lunch why did she have to come along and ask that!?
>You feel your cheeks flush and you scratch the back of your head.
"W-Well... I... huh... Well the thing is..."
>Suddenly you are acutely aware of the young filly in front of you, at eye level as you are sitting on the ground.
>You notice her curious eyes and soft coat.
>A slender neck that guides you to her fluffy chest.
>You feel a familiar tightening in your pants.
>Your spaghetti begins to overflow your pockets.
>"Anon are you okay? You seem rather flustered."
"I'm... I'm fine; totally fine Sweetie Belle, what were you saying?"
>Gotta play it cool here.
>"I was asking if you have ever kissed a filly."
>You read in one of those magazines that mares like experienced stallions, right?
"Yes."
>Her eyes go wide.
>"No way! Who was it!?
>Oh crackers, you forgot the loose end. You can't say who when they don't exist! She'll check!
>On second thought...
"I-I mean no!"
>"Well which is it?"
"Uh... M-Maybe?"
>Her eyes show she's not amused.
"I don't know?"
>"How can you not know?"
"Can you repeat the question?"
>"If you don't want to tell me then just say it Anon! My sister says it's impolite to make fun of a lady."
>You were about to apologize but you were interrupted by Miss Cheerilee's calls to resume class.
>Geez, now Sweetie Belle is mad at you.
>It wasn’t your fault, that question was rigged from the start!
 
>You sit on your desk; it’s getting a bit cramped for you, you’re getting too big for these desks.
>Taking a glance at Sweetie you see she was looking at you along with the rest of the CMC.
>The moment she saw you stare she turned her head to the side with a cute “hmph”.
>It was delayed, but the other two followed suit shortly after.
>Now the trio is mad at you.
>Darn them conspiring against you!
>”Settle down, all of you.”
>Miss Cheerilee called the class to attention.
>”Now, since Heart’s and Hooves day ended recently…”
>There was some giggling, and someone saying “gross” at the thought of spending an entire day with a girl.
>”it’s about time you colts and fillies start reaching “that” milestone in life so, today’s afternoon lecture shall be on relationships, anatomy and intercourse… Pony based of course. Sorry Anonymous.”
>Miss Cheerilee gave you a reassuring smile.
>Oh boy this is going to be a long one…
 
>Be kid Anon after school.
>You feel like you need a nice brain bleaching.
>You are following your friends, the CMC, back to the clubhouse.
>”Does anyone else feel like barfing at today’s lesson? Yuck.”
>”Will we have to do something like *that* when we huh… go into e-estrus?”
>I’m right here you know?
>”Nah, no way no how, y’all ain’t gonna catch me doin’ somethin’ like dat!”
>”Does it feel that good though?”
“I’m right here, you know?”
>“Did you girls hear something?”
>”Nope.”
>”You must be hearing things Sweets.”
>Oh, so it’s going to be like that huh… We’ll see how long it lasts.
 
>”Aaanooon, don’t be like that, we’re sorry!”
>”Ah honestly don’t know what y’all did!”
>”Yeah, we were just following Sweetie’s lead, be cool and help us out with homework!”
>You sit back and watch the CMC squirm under your, yet unchallenged, rule of total homework domination.
>Payback for the silent treatment.
>After a few more moments of savoring it you finally relent and let them borrow your notebook.
>The next hour is spent idling as you wait for the girls to copy your notes.
>Darn extra homework just because it’s the weekend.
>You should really let them figure stuff out on their own, if for nothing else, to stop Cheerilee from suspecting the four of you of just copy each other.
>But you still want to play today.
>”How are you so fast at finishing, Anon?”
>”Yeah, you some kind of egghead or something?”
>Honestly, the stuff is pretty easy composition, history recounting and some really easy maths.
“Natural talent.” You boast jokingly as you strike a pose. “And you know me Scoots, I’m not some nerd.”
>They can’t argue with that attitude.
“Anyway, you girls done? We need to get down to game planning.”
>They all finish one after the other.
>What follows is the customary awkward silence before throwing every idea at the wall to see what sticks.
>Only, nothing came.
“What’s the matter?”
 
>”Today’s lesson got me curious…”
>The heck?
>”Does it actually feel good?”
>The heck are you going on about, forget that! How about trying to catch Angel? Or even Wynona!
>You cross your arms in an X and look to Applebloom for support.
“Come on, don’t fall for peer pressure, “users are losers”!”
>”Ah’m not gonna lie… Ah am tempted…”
>What happened to not catching you doing something like that!?
>”It’s three votes against one, Anon.”
>”But, where are we gonna find a colt to try it?”
>The three of them look your way.
>Nope. Nope, nay, I shan’t milord.
>”Y’all are a colt, right Anon?”
>What’s that supposed to mean?
“What’s that supposed to mean!?”
>You glare at them and what they might be implying.
>You’re a boy darn it!
 
>How did the day end up like this?
>You are now sitting cross legged as the CMC recap everything they learned.
>You have no idea how to proceed, but your young body seems to as you are filled with strange excitement as you look at the three flavors of pony in front of you.
>”It’s settled, we’ll start with kissing first.”
>”No, I say we get right to it! its doing *that* that’s supposed to feel good not kissing!”
>”Didn’t y’all hear Miss Cheerilee? We shouldn’t rush.”
>After saying that, Sweetie Belle trotted up to you.
>”A-Alright, Anon. Remember what I asked at recess? Let’s do it and remove all doubt.”
>wut
>You get on your knees and look nervously at the filly in front of you.
>Her eyes are half closed as she moves forward ever so slightly.
>Her thin lips purse and tremble slightly, they look mighty inviting.
>You can see red tint flush her cheeks.
>You have no clue how this escalated so far, but your heart is pounding a mile a second.
>With Scootaloo and Applebloom watching, it happens.
>The kiss is chaste at first, an innocent peck on the lips but as your penis wrestles for control of your brain it becomes hungrier.
>You cup Sweetie’s face with your hands; you can feel her shudder at the unfamiliar feeling, eliciting a light moan from the unicorn.
>Using this opportunity you push forward, running on instinct, you break past her lips. >Sweetie’s eyes widen at the abruptness before closing again and returning the inexperienced battle of the tongues.
 
>You lost track of your surroundings, only Sweetie Belle was on your mind.
>She moans and gasps, only moments at a time, not wanting to break the kiss for long.
>She clasps her hooves on your shoulders, wanting to get better leverage.
>Your hormone riddled brain ain’t having none of that.
>You press on, pushing her down and continuing the assault of her mouth, now with her on her back.
>Finally, after nothing you do is able to return air to your lungs you break the kiss.
>A slim trail of saliva still connecting the two.
>Looking at the filly under you, you see that… well, she’s a mess.
>Her face is flushed, mane and coat frazzled.
>Her breathing is ragged, much like yours.
>Through half lidded eyes she manages to speak.
>”Ah~ Ah~… A-Anon, my first… kiss, that was amazing~!”
>Really?
>You lift yourself up to a half sited position over Sweetie Belle and look around.
>Both Scootaloo and Applebloom are blushing and breathing deeply.
>”Ah wanna try k-kissin’ Anon too!”
>”I guess taking things slow won’t be so bad…”
>All your inhibitions are gone.
>Your dick has fully assimilated with your brain.
 
>The rest of the afternoon was spent inside the CMC “HQ”.
>The four of you were nestled together.
>Every time one of them wanted a redo of the kiss they would just inch themselves closer to your laying body and do it.
>You completely lost track of time and probably you also lost your way.
>Dick said it was fine though, right?
>Dick: “It’s alright.”
>Right.
>”Applebloom? Are y’all still there?”
>Dick: “ABORT ABORT ABORT”
>”Ahn~? Oh… OH! huh, yes, Ah’m still here sis!”
>Applebloom tried playing it cool; she looked like she had spent the entire morning bucking apple trees though.
>”It’s gettin’ late, y’all need to git home soon ya hear? That goes fer the rest of ‘ya!”
>You hear the farm pony leave.
>This was a close call.
>You wonder what would happen were Applejack to find the four of you in such a lewd position.
>You all don’t say anything to each other as you gather your things.
>It wasn’t a silence of regret though; it was more a serene silence, one accompanied by contentment.
>At least it was for you.
>You all bid each other good bye as you each go your separate ways.
>Appleblom to the farm.
>Sweetie and Scoots to Ponyville proper.
>And you…
>Well it’s near the edge of the Everfree for you.
>Your thoughts swirl around your souped up mind.
>Thoughts about the girls and how they looked after such deeds.
>When did you become so devious?
>Perhaps a relaxing weekend like the one ahead will calm you.
 
 
>Saturday morning.
>You are now at the Apple farm.
>You work here. Kinda.
>Since mom is such good friends with Applejack, and you’ve never showed them they should do the opposite, they practically see you as family.
>They keep you around to pick up fallen apples and put them in your bag.
>That’s it.
>Apples that fall from the tree, or miss the bag, it’s a pain for earth ponies to pick them up one by one and if they stay on the ground too long they fall prey to small animals and insects.
>It’s simple for you to just bend down and grab them with your hands.
>Just because it’s simple doesn’t mean it isn’t hard work you believe.
>Gotta earn pocket bits somehow, mom doesn’t believe in allowances.
>”Right, Anon, we’re countin’ on ya like always.”
“Roger Applejack, I’ll hunt them down and bring them to you… Dead or alive.”
>You can be such a dork sometimes.
>She chuckles at that.
>Followed by a giggle.
>Applebloom’s here too.
>Why wouldn’t she be? It’s her farm.
>Your eyes meet and she blushes and turns away.
>Yesterday’s events won’t easily be forgotten. At least with nothing short of amnesia.
>You heft your bag and walk into the Apple tree “forest”.
>You get into the mindset of an Apple farmer to help you along.
>Gotta fill that quota and get them Apples, folks can’t eat without apples.
>It’s a good day for apples, bet you didn’t even know that.
 
>The sun beats high in the sky and your bag is almost overflowing.
>You’ve worked up a sweat too.
>Just a little more and you’ll call it a day.
>Weirdly enough you didn’t spot Applebloom.
>She usually comes with you on the job.
>Something the Apples are thankful for since it’s a “Job” she can do no problem without them having to worry about her getting in trouble.
>You want to work too? Well then why don’t you help Anon?
>Eh, no skin off your back, she’s probably around somewhere.
>You pick up an apple.
>Further along you pick up another.
>And another.
>Aaand another.
>They seem to form a line.
>You pick them up and put them in the bag like a good little worker for the bossman, er, pony.
>Until you find yourself picking up an apple inside some structure.
>The door shuts behind you.
>A trap!?
>You’ve been played like a darn fiddle!
>“Hey Anon.” Comes a voice from being you. “Workin’ hard?”
>You know it frie- wait a minute!
>You turn around.
“Applebloom, what gives?”
>The filly in question squirms a bit.
>”Ah was wonderin’ if we could… do it again?”
>Remembering yesterday your heart quickens.
“I-I’m working right now, what if your sister catches us?”
>”Don’t worry Anon; she’s already done with the barn. Please?”
>She looks at you with those eyes.
>Dick no!
>DICK YES!
>You put the bag of apples down, not aware just how much weight they put on your sore shoulder.
>Applebloom bashfully makes her way to you and deeper into the barn where barely any light seeps in.
 
>It all proceeds like last time.
>Your lips lock with the young filly and you just let the hungry beast loose.
>You pull Applebloom’s bow and let her red mane come free.
>The old wooden structure casts beams of light around you as you push Applebloom onto a bale of hay.
>Her small mouth tastes slightly of apple.
>It’s no secret that apple is your favorite fruit.
>Dust and old farm tools are your only spectators now.
>The worn rustic feel of your environment is backed by the moans of a certain country filly.
>You grow bolder and break the kiss and move to her slender neck.
>She giggles at first through ragged breaths but moans soon after as she feels your teeth brush against her skin.
>She curls up into you and seems to breathe in your scent.
>The snake in your trousers is becoming very uncomfortable.
>This position might be weird for a pony, but to you? It’s perfect.
>Your hips begin moving, grinding against Applebloom’s nether.
>“Ahn~ A-Anon, what a-are y’all doin?”
>Dick: Soothe her; tell her its fine. Do it.
“D-Don’t worry about it.”
>Dick: Yes good, now rub her belly.
>You don’t question it. Dick never steered you wrong.
>You just do it.
 
>Stopping all your ministrations of her neck you lift yourself up slightly and start caressing her body with your hands.
>Feeling the soft fur of her coat and the warmth radiating through her body.
>She shivers at the feeling of your hands moving around her, exploring and caressing her.
>She gives a blissful sultry sigh.
>You make your way to her lower half and rub it and hear a surprised yelp from the filly.
>Looking at her you can see her in a state of complete bliss.
>Reading crappy magazines made you think mares were very hard to please, this is easy peasy!
>”Mmh~ A-Anon~ Ah feel weird. Ahn~ Ah think somethin’s happenin’!”
>Dick: Don’t let up. Keep going.
>Roger Roger.
>You’ll need both hands for this.
>Applebloom goes wild.
>Her entire body shudders uncontrollably as she tries to keep herself from making too much noise.
>You swear she just peed.
>Dick: Not pee you idiot! Keep rubbing!
 
>“Wow Anon~ that was amazin’!”
>Applebloom gushes at you, still lying on the hay bale basking in the feeling.
>You on the other hand haven’t felt diddly from all this diddling.
>Where’s your turn to feel good?
>You were about to press this but the voice of Applejack broke you from your lust fueled stupor.
>”Anon! Where y’all run off too! If I find out ‘ya skipped apple picking there will be trouble, mister!”
>You panic and look to Applebloom.
>She turns on her side to face you, mane unkempt and eyes half shut.
>Her breathe is still a bit ragged but you can see through her moist lips that she’s mouthing a silent “Go, Ah’ll be fine.”
>You check yourself over and see that your little Anon as receded to the confines of your underwear.
>You pick up your bag of apples and carefully leave the barn so as to not be caught leaving the barn.
>This was the best day you’ve had on the job to be honest.
>You meet up with Applejack’s unaware person and apologize for not answering.
 
>Saturday evening.
>You are relaxing at the park.
>After that incident with Applebloom things went normally.
>As normal as possible anyway.
>Applejack didn’t press you after you showed her your haul.
>She did however comment on your smell.
>She let you use the Apple’s facilities to wash yourself and even let you stay for lunch.
>Having to eat right in front of someone after doing something so lewd…
>Applebloom didn’t act much differently aside from blushing every time your eyes met.
>The Apple family had a great time looking you over and asking you all sorts of questions.
>Being one of a kind, it makes it kind of hard not to stick out at a family meeting.
>You shake those thoughts away and stretch yourself on your seat.
>Lots of ponies like to come here with their kids and play or have picnics.
>You even recognize some from school.
>Your eyes close as you were about to take a quick nap…
>”Sup Anon!”
“Gah! Holy crackers!”
>Scootaloo showed up out of nowhere.
>Her face showed mirth at the jump she gave you.
>She balanced her scooter on the public seat and sat next to you.
>”So how’s my favorite alien doing?”
“I’m not an alien Scoots, come on.”
>”So how’s my favorite NOT alien doing?”
>She just grinned at you.
>She’s obviously after something.
>You sigh; there goes your cooldown time.
“What do you need, Scoots?”
>”Well I was thinking, “Wouldn’t it be fun to meet with anon again?””
>She winks at you seductively. At least you think it’s seductive.
>It just comes off as playful to you.
“Wait, right here?”
>You look around at the ponies enjoying the nice day.
>”Pfft, of course not you dolt!”
 
>Be Kid Anon still at the park.
>Only now you’ve relocated into a more secluded part of it.
>Namely under a tree surrounded by tall bushes.
>The perfect spot for public sex, vagrants and stalkers.
>With a shadow being cast from the treetop, you and Scootaloo concentrated only on yourselves.
>The Pegasus filly was quite different from the other two; while they were bashful and put up meek resistance, Scootaloo would be rather shameless with her lips.
>This one had quite the competitive streak.
>With your back against the tree you raise a hand to her face.
>Scoots only slightly opened one eye before closing it to deepen the kiss.
>Her wings did flutter a bit.
>Guess this wouldn’t work on her.
>Dick: Try the back of the ears!
>And there it was.
>That idea at the back of your head.
>You did just that.
>Trailing her sleek jawline you reached the pretended spot and stroked it.
>”H-Hey~ quit it!”
>You don’t.
>”S-Seriously sto- ah~”
>You found it.
>Scootaloo squirms before burying her face in your chest.
 
>You never considered doing something like this in such an open space.
>You never thought it could be so… thrilling.
>Dick: Yes, yes. Let the degeneracy flow through you.
>”H-Hey Anon?” Scootaloo asks, her voice muffled by your shirt.
“Yeah?”
>She looks at you with a blush.
>”There’s something poking me.”
>Dick: it’s just me.
“It’s just my dick.”
>She giggles at your vulgarity.
>”Can I see it?”
>Like you need to ask.
>You undo your pants and release the beast from your underwear.
>Indeed, your dick was a complete monster… All 4 inches of it.
>Scootaloo wastes no time worshipping it.
>At least you hope its worship.
>She sniffs it and she looks at it in concentration from various angles…
>Her attention only makes you harder.
>”This isn’t right.”
>What?
“W-What do you mean?”
>”W-Well, last night I snuck in a nudie magazine and… w-well your thing looks nothing like a stalion’s.”
>Dick: Don’t judge a dick by its shape but by the content of their character.
>Godbless you dick.
>Before you can say anything about this, a voice can be heard coming your way.
>For the third time.
 
>You and Scootaloo edge yourselves as close to the tree as possible.
>You hear your heart beating, and her own as well.
>The bushes rustle.
>The sound of hooves approach.
>”Found it!”
>And just like that their gone.
>Frisbee perhaps?
>You’re just glad you didn’t get blocked again.
>”Hey… want me to suck it~?” Scootaloo whispers in your ear, her warm breath driving home the fact she was just as horny as you.
>”Consider it thanks for yesterday’s homework… A-And only because it’s you…”
>You nod your head, perhaps a bit too fast, and get confortable.
>You watch as she lays herself in front of you.
>She inches herself slowly, a dead giveaway to her lack of experience.
>You are pretty sure you’re about cocked and ready to blow after yesterday and today, having her take so long isn’t helping.
>You slightly move your hips forward, feeling her warm breath on the tip of your dick.
>She looks up to you and sees your expression.
>”Don’t worry, I got you.”
>She gives you a few licks around the shaft before wrapping her lips around it.
>Warm and wet, it feels incredible.
 
>You stifle your moan.
>Scootaloo’s lips attempt to form a smile.
>Even that feels amazing.
>Holy moly this feels amazing.
>She sucks the head of your penis a bit while also using her tongue to lick it.
>Her eyes open and close from time to time.
>They open to see your expression and close to try and enjoy herself as much as you are.
>Enjoy herself…
>Dick: Don’t be such a selfish lover, young grasshopper, give her something.
>But what?
>You look at her ruffled ears.
>You know what you must do.
>”Hm~!?”
>She moans against your dick in surprise, sending even more pleasure your way.
>You stroke her wild mane and the back of her ear.
>This seems to make her bolder.
>She starts taking more and more of your dick into her wanting mouth.
>She stops halfway.
>Half way’s her limit or else she gags.
>You bite down on your hand as her head starts bobbing.
>You start breathing harshly.
>The sound surrounding the bush is lewd and wet.
“I’m… I’m g-gonna…”
>You clench your teeth.
>You feel like your heart’s stuck in your throat and your mind’s a haze of need.
>Dick: Ready the cannon! ETA T minus 10 seconds!
>You feel your muscles contract and your body tense.
>You need more!
>With your hand you pull the servicing filly towards you while pushing your hips forward.
>”Hmpf!?”
>Dick: Fire! Dick Status: MUH!
 
>Your penis convulses, releasing rope after rope of semen into Scootaloo’s mouth.
>Each one gives you an ecstatic feeling stronger than the last.
>What seems like forever was actually a few short seconds.
>You relax back onto the tree trunk and return to caressing the pegasus’ ear.
>She nurses on your spend dick, taking extra care to swallow everything before releasing you from her lips.
>”Mah~…  ahn~… Anon, you jerk! At least warn me before!”
“S-Sorry!”
>”W-Well this is how it went in the magazine so I-I won’t hold it against you. You taste pretty sweet~”
>Really?
>Scootaloo nestles herself into you and you hold her like that for a while.
>You two actually fell asleep.
>It was almost nightfall when you two woke up.
>You try to get home as fast as possible.
>Last time you disobeyed your mom it was the single scariest experience of your life.
>Never again.
 
>Sunday morning.
>You find yourself in Miss Rarity’s Boutique.
>Yes, you called her Miss.
>You always put on an air of higher standing when you’re here.
>It’s fun and gets you free tea and pastries sometimes.
>Mostly it’s fun.
>“Stand straight, dear.”
>You are having your measurements retaken and another change of clothes commissioned.
>”My, you just keep on growing Anonymous. Perhaps you might end up taller than even princess Celestia herself.”
“Ahah, you flatter me Miss Rarity.”
>”And those manners, darling. You simply are the cutest… er… forgive me but what species are you again, dear?”
“Human.”
>”Ah, yes yes, apologies for not recalling such an exotic title.”
>You stand there as she methodically takes all the required measures with her magic and pitches small talk at the same time.
>You’re about to say something when the recognizable sweet voice of a filly fills the room,
>”Sis! I can’t find my-“
>She stops mid-sentence when she sees you.
>Down to your underwear.
>You strike a pose when Miss Rarity isn’t looking
>”A-Anon? I-I didn’t know you’d be coming over.”
>She steals glances at you from across the room.
“Well, it’s quite alright Miss Sweetie Belle, this was a spur of the moment sort.”
>”Sweetie, please, what have I told you about intruding while I work, and my word, please do something about that mane, why, you look like you just got out of bed.”
>”That’s why I came down! I can’t find my brush…”
>You watch as both ponies argue innocently while magic still keeps on doing what’s needed.
>Quite the amount of skill.
 
>After everything was done and the commission set you stayed at the behest of Sweetie for some tea and crumpets.
>However it was just you and Miss Rarity.
>“What can be keeping that girl? I know a lady should have her time to make herself presentable but this is quite a bit much…”
>You sip your tea as posh as possible.
“Hmm, indeed. I am quite patient, and with such company I don’t mind the wait.”
>Playing out a persona is quite fun.
>”If only stallions were as understanding as you…”
>She eats it up like you eat crumpets and you love crumpets.
>The chime of the boutique sounds, signaling a customer.
>”Please see to it that Sweetie is alright, will you darling? I must get back to work.”
>You give her your word as a southern gentleman that you will see it done.
 
>You knock at the door to Sweetie Belle’s room.
>”Yes, come in.”
>You let yourself in and look over the room.
>You spy Sweetie Belle nestled on her bed pouting.
>Her mane is still unkempt.
>Dick: Sex hair.
>Dick not now.
“You alright? You took so long that I went ahead and ate all the crumpets.”
>All of them.
>”Why are you always so polite with my sister, Anon?”
“Well… huh… it’s fun?”
>”Why can’t you be like that more often?”
>Because you are only pretending?
>You wanted to say that but that might come off as too insensitive.
>”You sound so dashing when you talk like that… but you act so… so boyishly when your with me and the girls…”
>The heck is this coming from.
“I don’t get a thing you’re saying Sweets.”
>”There it is again!”
>What?
>”Can you… act like a gentlecolt for me? Just this once?”
 
>What the heck?
>Fine geez. If she wants you to act like a prince charming then you’ll do it.
>You straighten your back and absorb every air of dignity and higher breeding around you.
“Now, Now Miss Sweetie Belle, it just won’t do to have others wait for so long.”
>She giggles.
>”I’m sorry Sebastian.”
>Sebastian?
>You clever minx, you wanted a butler didn’t you?
>”Help me with my mane, will you Sebastian?”
“Yes, at once Miss.”
>You walk as dignified as possible, which means try to walk with a stick up your butt as much as possible.
>You grab the brush and stand ready.
>She giggles yet again.
>”No, please sit.”
>She motions for you to sit on the bed.
“My apologizes Miss Sweetie Belle.”
>You take a seat.
>Sweetie Belle doesn’t waste time and sits herself in your lap.
>She wiggles her backside to dig herself a comfortable position.
>D-Dick no.
>You begin brushing.
>Sweetie Belle sighs contently
 
>Her mane is incredibly soft.
>It smells nice too.
>Why is brushing so relaxing?
>”Ahn~”
“M-Miss, are you alright?”
>”Y-Yes keep going…”
>You don’t question it.
>After another bout of brushing you feel her shudder and push her petite butt into you.
“Seriously Sweetie, what are you doing?”
>”D-Don’t break character, Anon.”
>Wait, she’s getting off on this?
>She’s the noble… you’re the butler…
>Dick: Kinky.
>Dick please.
>Dick: I’m assuming control now.
>”Sebastian. What am I feeling?”
“My phallus, Miss.”
>”Let me take care of that, even though someone of my standing shouldn’t…”
>She’s really doing this.
>”Remove your undergarments.”
 
>At this point you don’t care that Rarity is right downstairs.
>You don’t even care that she might come in and see Sweetie Belle grinding her small plot on your boner while the two of you roleplay some kind of Lady/servant scenario.
>You long discarded the brush, instead gripping the filly’s hips with your hands.
>You move your hand to her belly to give a light rub.
>You can feel moistness on both your dick and your thighs.
>“Hm~ Sebastian, you lewd beast, ah~, if Lady Rarity were to see you making such a face while her precious sister is manhandled in such a way~”
>Sweetie Belle looks back at you, her eyes foggy with lust.
>Dick: This is your cue.
“Let her see, if I were to be executed for such actions… let it be known I would go with a smile. Miss Sweetie Belle, please allow this humble servant this act of willfulness.”
>After delivering this cringy ad libbed line you kiss her.
>“Ahn~ A-Ano- Sebastian~”
>You did so well she almost broke character.
>Her grinding quickens.
>Her slim cheeks milking your cock for all it’s worth.
>”I-I think I’m… I’m…”
>You know where this is going.
>You’re about to climax as well.
>Sweetie lets out a moan into your mouth, using a kiss to muffle the noise.
>You feel her juices on you and you too release.
>With each twitch, Sweetie’s enticing back receives a thick load of alabaster fluid, barely noticeable on her pale fur.
>”T-This was fun… ah~, thank you for going along with this~”
“W-Where did you get such weird … huh… Interests?”
>She avoids your gaze.
>”Well, I-I read some of my sister’s books… Don’t tell her alright Anon? Keep it secret.”
>You lie back on the bed and give her a halfhearted thumb up.
“Yeah, sure.”
 
>Sunday evening.
>You find yourself back at the CMC clubhouse.
>A regular occurrence.
>After chores are done everyone agreed to meet up here, and that’s how it stayed ever since.
>Except, instead of getting hyped while discussing what to do, you sit there and look at the three fillies glaring at each other.
>The silence and the tenseness of the air are almost palpable.
>”I’m the one who’ll have Anon!”
>”No way, Anon’s gonna be mine!”
>”Girls, Ah don’t know what y’all are thinkin’ but Anon rubbed my belly, Anon’s clearly my Special somepony.”
>”So? I sucked his alien thing.”
>”Anon also rubbed my belly just this morning…”
>You just sit there.
>So this is how the CMC breaks up huh?
>Why did you follow your dick? If you didn’t, none of this would be happening.
>Dick: Don’t blame me, have I ever steered you wrong? I’m 4 for 4 now.
>”Then let’s let Anon decide!”
>”Pfft. There’s no way Anon won’t choose me!”
>”Ah won’t lose!”
>They turn to you.
>No way you’re going to be the one that makes at least two of these cuties cry.
>Dick: Follow my lead.
“I won’t choose any of you.”
>Their mouths hang loose.
“If I have a choice I’d take all three!”
>”What!?” All the fillies yell in both surprise and amazement.
>”A-Anon, you can’t! You can only have one special somepony!”
“Says who? I won’t choose just one, we’re the CMC! We stick together no matter what!”
>You stand up and continue your dick fueled speech.
“I’m gonna be the special somepony of all three of you! I’ll protect your smiles; I’ll even marry all three of you, just watch! Even if the Princess of Love might be against it, or even Celestia herself, I will not back down!”
>”No way, that’s so cool!”
>”Ah want you Anon!”
>”…~”
>Dick: They’re ready, give them the D.
 
>You don’t waste any time.
>You grab Sweetie Belle, the nearest filly, and take her to the corner, which has some pillows and blankets for naps.
>The other two follow you.
>No naps to be had here today.
>”H-Hey, no fair Anon!”
>”Y-Yeah, why does Sweetie get ‘ta go first?”
>You put her down and look her in the eye.
>You have been influenced by the dick too much; your expression is that of a depraved sexual fiend.
>You grin wolfishly as you eat up Sweetie Belle with your eyes.
>Why are humans such sexual creatures? You don’t know, and you don’t care.
>She looks away in embarrassment.
>”Anon… Be gentle.”
“I’m not Anon, call me… “Master””
>”Oh, we can give ourselves nicknames?”
>You pay no heed to Scoots.
>Knowing what you’re doing, Sweetie blushes profusely.
>Maybe Rarity has a book like that?
>”I’m a simple maid… please, take care M-Master.”
>You kiss her parted lips with zeal, gesturing for the other two to get closer.
>You assault Sweetie’s mouth while rubbing bellies with abandon.
>Moans and giggles sound out inside these walls.
>Momentarily, you part the kiss with Sweetie Belle.
>You whisper in her ear.
“Do your job and prepare me”
>You motion to your tenting pants.
>Sweetie gasps at first, but steels herself.
>She pulls your pants down with her mouth, exposing your semi erect member; she looks at you for the go ahead before taking it in her mouth.
>You sigh at the blissful warm, sloppy feeling.
 
>”No way, Sweets is going for it!”
>The two fillies at each of your sides watch their friend’s lewd face as she bobs her head on your penis, coating it in her saliva.
>Her lips involving your engorged head, her tongue caressing your shaft.
>You’re ready.
“Turn around.”
>Sweetie pulls off of your dick with a small lewd pop, and complies.
>Her act of submissive maid taken a step forward as she pushes her plot out in presentation.
>You caress her petite butt with your hands, making her shiver.
>The other fillies look on in need and curiosity.
>You start believing you perform better with an audience.
>Dragging your moist head over Sweetie Belle’s fillyhood, you make the decision of going all the way.
>You plunge yourself slowly into the unicorn’s nubile folds as she lets out a low, drawn out moan.
> Applebloom and Scootaloo suck in air as they watch your dick burying itself inside, inch by inch.
>Your face contorts awkwardly at the intense feeling of her wet tunnel, so soft and warm.
>You finally hilt yourself inside.
>”D-Dude, you… did you just… did you just go all in? T-That’s not supposed to happen…”
>”H-How does it feel, Sweetie Belle?”
>Both fillies are breathing heavily.
>”Feels… Ahn~, like my legs will give out~”
>You begin thrusting in and out.
>”A-Ano- hmah~… M-Master!”
>You grit your teeth in concentration as you plow the young white unicorn.
>Her walls caressing your penis each time, coaxing you to come back.
>In no time flat you feel her walls contract and her entire body tremble.
>With a loud, barely contained gasp, she cums.
>You still keep going.
>Patting and caressing the heads of the two mesmerized fillies.
 
>A few minutes go by as you continue to thrust.
>Sweetie alright came a second and third time.
>Scoots is visibly shaken.
>”T-This isn’t how it goes! S-Seconds… like, you’re supposed to last seconds…”
>Applebloom put herself in front of Sweetie, looking at her incredibly lewd expression.
>She tried to talk to her, but most of Sweetie’s words were barely understandable, mostly “Master” “Mercy” and “More” were the only things she’d make out.
>You finally feel yourself reach your limit.
>Lifting Sweets by her tail for better leverage, you thrust with wild abandon.
>One, two, three… and one last, final thrust, is all it takes before you go balls deep and paint her quivering love tunnel with your seed.
>You stay inside her, basking in the feeling, before she plops down on the floor completely spent; you guess she also came again.
>You wipe your forehead and sit back to enjoy your handy work while you try to get your breathe under control.
>”Ah can’t believe this! Sweetie Belle passed out!”
>”Gah, no fair! Why did Sweetie get to go first? I won’t get my turn today!”
“Five minutes” You say between breaths “Give me… five minutes and I’ll be ready…”
>After hearing that, a bit of marejuice drips from Applebloom’s puss and Scootaloo’s eyes seem to go white for a second.
 
>You close your eyes for a brief moment.
>You let your heart beat stabilize and your breathing finally calm itself.
>Someone’s sucking your dick.
>You open your eyes and look down.
>”Hey, I get to go next if I clean it, right?” Scootaloo says as she licks your flaccid partner in crime.
>She drags her tongue slowly, lapping up Sweetie Belle’s juices while not breaking eye contact.
>Dick: Alright, I’m ready to go back.
>This erotic display made you instant diamonds.
>Your dick is so hard even a Dragon would covet it.
>You pat this lewd filly’s head.
>”Hm~, hey Applebloom, help me out!”
>Dick: I like the way this one thinks.
>Applebloom is unsure at first, but relents and comes over, lying down next to Scootaloo.
>Your body tenses as you get blown by the two.
>Scootaloo is brash and stakes claim on your penis.
>Applebloom slowly licks your shaft and balls, her bashfulness and inexperience showing.
>They look up at you with their half lidded eyes.
>Of course, you can’t forget.
>You pat their heads and scratch behind their ears.
>They moan and giggle approvingly.
 
>”Anon~”
>Sweetie Belle seems to have regained consciousness.
>She stumbles up to you, mane wild and with alabaster fluid dripping slightly from between her legs.
>She begins kissing you tiredly.
>Her small mouth offers no resistance, she has given herself fully to you and the pleasures you can offer.
>You cup her face with your hand and caress her with the other.
>The two fillies servicing you don’t like that Sweetie’s getting all the attention.
>Especially the competitive Scootaloo.
>”Hey Anon… look over here!”
>”Hmpf~!?”
>The moment you broke the kiss to look, Scootaloo had taken Applebloom’s lips.
>Your attention now fully captured, Scoots begins making out with the country filly.
>Applebloom resists at first, fillies shouldn’t kiss other fillies right? It doesn’t last long as she begins moaning and kissing back.
>Scootaloo glances at you from the side, smug written all over her blushing face.
>Sweetie Belle breaths heavily beside you, her hoof covering her mouth.
>Scoots guides Applebloom around and turns her back to you.
>She pushes Applebloom down and then lifts her tail at you.
>Clever girl.
>You waste no time getting behind her and gripping your cock.
>You guide your dick inside Scootaloo’s hole, causing her to finally break her kiss.
 
>”Mah~! T-This is a-awesome~!”
>She looks back at you approvingly, her wings buzzing as you push deeper and deeper.
>Sweetie Belle lies down at their side, content to watch the show.
>You push down on Scootaloo until she’s squished against Applebloom, enough to not cause them discomfort, and hilt yourself.
>Pulling out you grip your cock and guide it into Applebloom’s wanting fillyhood.
>Scoots sounds disappointed while Applebloom lets out a surprised moan.
>As you hilt yourself, you repeat the process.
>Pull out and thrust into the other.
>Effectively, this way you can rut them both at the same time.
>Dick: Damn, you must be a genius!
>Gasps, moans and sighs fill the room as you reach the first minute mark and already made Applebloom orgasm.
>”Ah~… I, hmnah~… win!”
>Scootaloo boasts proudly at not cumming first.
>Silly filly, we are all winners in this.
>You move your hands to massage her wings.
>She cums on the spot.
 
>Like Sweetie Belle before her, Scootaloo is now your sole target.
>You thrust deep and slow, enjoying her body as much as you can.
>The feeling of having her folds wrap around you and try to milk you every orgasm she has is amazing.
>Not wanting to feel left out, Applebloom began kissing the Pegasus filly as she waits her turn.
>”Ah geez, Anon~, I’m g-going crazy~!”
>Compared to Sweetie and Applebloom, Scootaloo is quite slender.
>Pegasi are all like that it seems.
>You grip her sporty hips and quicken your pace.
>You feel yourself getting close yet again.
>Instinctively trying to get the most mileage out of it, you thrust as much as possible before planting your love deep inside her.
>She muffles her cries by burying her face in Applebloom’s neck, her eyes seeming to spin in their sockets.
>Just like Sweetie, she plops herself down, spent after yet another orgasm.
>You pick her up to not let her crush Applebloom still underneath, and lay her down beside her.
 
>Now all that’s left is the country filly on her back.
>”Ah’m n-not so sure a-about this, Anon. All that time… it just ain’t right…”
>She seems to be getting cold feet at your display of stamina.
>”It’s divine… Anon’s a… insatiable beast~” Says Sweetie Belle, trying to find words to describe your prowess.
>”S-So awesome~…”
>Both fillies blissfuly reassure Applebloom as they crawl next to her and nuzzle her affectionately.
>Dick: I can’t keep this up! I’m overloading!
>Your prostate is so sore right now.
>Your dick is slightly chaffed.
>Yet you soldier on.
>Gripping her legs you slowly start grinding against Applebloom to get your dick hard again.
>She gives a light moan at the attention she’s getting from the three of you.
>The CMC get saucier.
>Their nuzzling becomes a make out session like the one that kickstarted all this.
>The three put on a show for you, lewdly kissing one another, giggling tiredly, moaning and making all kinds of moist lip smacking noises that are music to your ears.
>Dick: I’m ready…
>You sure?
>Dick: Send me out… with a bang…
>Putting your arms down at Applebloom’s sides you enter her yet again.
>The girls giggle and soothe the gasping farm filly until all her doubts vanish.
>Which takes just a split second.
>“Anon’s awesome right? So awesome!” Scootaloo can’t help but boast for some reason.
>”I can still feel him just by looking at you Applebloom~” Sweetie shudders.
>She moves to give you a kiss.
>You return it for a moment, but right now your focus is on Applebloom under you.
>”Ah’m seein’ stars~… Anon Ah’m… nah~… Ah’m…”
>You keep thrusting as her second orgasm hits.
>Her velvety warmth massaging your member.
 
>You lost track of time.
>You feel lightheaded.
>You’ve been at it with Applebloom for minutes on end.
>She’s a complete mess with how many orgasms you’ve given her.
>Her eyes are in tears.
>From her mouth, a trail of drool flows.
>Her cheeks are as red as her frazzled mane.
>Her bow long discarded.
>“Ah~no more, Ah’ can’t take it anymore…”
>”Anon… this is the longest you’ve lasted yet! This must be, like, some kind of record!”
>”You’re close right? Please tell me your close.”
>You feel your abdomen tighten.
>You are at your limit.
>Finally, you bury yourself deep, Applebloom curling her body into your frame.
>You release the last of your swimmers with a slight grimace.
>You said you’d take them all and you did.
>You collapse on the blanked, exhaustion finally taking its toll on you.
>You feel Applebloom snuggle close to you, giving you a peck on the lips.
>”Hey, don’t keep Anon all to yourself!”
>Scootaloo also snuggles close to you, but not to be out done she parts her lips to allow her tongue some fun.
>Sweetie Belle also joins the pile, giving you a kiss of her own.
>You all fall asleep, in contentment.
 
>Epilogue
>Not much changed after that weekend, other than your relationship with the rest of the CMC.
>You four have become closer than friends.
>Many times they pull you aside and ask for some intimacy.
>You really can’t say no to them.
>Applebloom guides you to the barn…
>Scootaloo and you do it under that same tree at the park…
>And Sweetie asks you to come over to the boutique to reenact certain scenes she liked in some of Rarity’s more adult literature…
>It’s cute how they try to monopolize you like that.
>But at the end of the day, you all return to the CMC clubhouse and go all out.
>Embracing that powerful feeling and trying to tame the untamable beast that his your dick.
>You wouldn’t really call it sharing.
>These girls have a love for you as big and strong as the one they have for each other.
>You want to keep true to your promise of marrying the three when you’re older.
>You weren’t joking about going to Celestia if you had too.
>Call it juvenile, but you’ll take the three as your brides one day, wait and see!
>Still before that you’ll have to come clean about this to your mom, to the Apples, Rarity and her parents and Scoot’s parents too.
>You believe the first too will accept it considering your mother is pretty close to Applejack and Rarity.
>Scoot’s parents are anyone’s guess.
>So for now, you’ll work hard, you’ll shed blood, sweat and tears.
>It’s all worth it at the end of the day, when you are with the three fillies and see their smiles.
>Dick: Anon, you sly dog. It’s not enough for you to have one, but three… as expected of you, I’m proud.
>Thanks dick.
>You smile inwardly as you try not to fall asleep during one of Miss Cheerilee’s lessons.      
>Life’s good.