>Be Anonymous
>Have a job in Manehattan since you appeared from Purple Drank's spell gone wrong
>Just some engineering gig since they found out about your high school education
>Apparently basic knowledge of geometry is ivy league university-tier shit here
>Everyday after work, you always stopped by Applebucks
>Qt3.14159 mare was the barista there on Monday-Thursday
>You think she liked you too, she was always really excited to see you after work
>You open the door and the overpowering scent of coffee washes over you
>There she was, Java Chip
>Wearing her employee apron, she was adorable
>She greets you with a bright-eyed smile and a wag of her tail
>"Hiya,Anon! Good to see you again." Her smile broke for a moment as she made a 'squee' noise
>"What can I get ya?" She inquired of you in a playful manner
>You weren't sure if she was just being friendly or if she wanted the d, you could almost feel the spaghetti trying to fight it's way out of your pockets
>You put a hand to your chin and look up at the menu above her in thought
>She nodded and with a chuckle walked off
>"I'll get you the usual, Nonny."
>Nonny? What?
>You paid for the drink and sat down on one of the couches in the lobby
>The stallion next to you wore a scarf and was scribbling in a notepad
>He was pretty good, but you could do better
>You took his notepad and pencil and drew a crude horsecock on the page, the dense writing obscuring the drawing
>The stallion snatches his things back and walks off muttering "Asshole..."
>You sat patiently and Java came out holding a drink for you and herself
>Her shift was over and she wanted to hang out with you
>As she approached, her hips were wider than the rest of her
>Damn, she had a metric ton of ass and she swung it like nobody's business
>You had to control yourself, you noticed your own face becoming flushed and your breathing picking up as you watched those divine hips
>She sits down across from you, gracefully parking her rear on the couch
       
       
>As she sits down, the couch depresses deeply, she sinks into it almost comedically
>"Soo. How was your day, Anon?"
"Oh it was alright, I like this part the best though."
>Java blushes ever so lightly and stifles laughter as she sips from her drink
>Not as much coffee as it was whipped cream and sugar water
>"So what's this I hear about you asking Coffee Cream if I was here last Friday?" Her coy glance caught you off guard
"... I just wanted to know where you were, you know my usual drink."
>You wanted to fest the waters with her, but you were afraid of coming onto her too fast to know
>You just played it safe this round
>She nods and goes back to her drink, almost looking a little disappointed
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>You had reason to believe she wanted something other than what you said
>You quickly rethink your words and quickly say
"Also, I wanted to know if my favoeite barista was in that day."
>Her face lights up at that and she moves to sit next to you
>The curvature of the seat brought you towards her, almost like a tractor beam
>You couldn't escape the pull of that ass even if you wanted to
>You settle into your seat, directly next to her, your side touching hers
>Java turns her head to look at you and blushes
"Well my shift is over if you want to... You know. Go do something."
 
 
>Java gives you an almost seductive glance and gets up to leave
>Dat ass was almost like a sirenian call to you
>You get up and start walking with her, kind of next to her, but far back enough that you could still see that flank out of the corner of your eye
>You noticed that the smell of coffee seemed to follow her even out of the store
>After a few minutes of walking, you're at her place
>Not yours
>The tiny, psychotic, paranoia-driven lobe of your brain suddenly activated at full strength
>You didn't REALLY knoe Java that well
>You started to imagine some stalker-esque scenarios that involved her keeping you hostage, then those thought gave way to thoughts of really kinky sex
>This was the moment that your high-functioning autism started to interfere with your speech and social ability
>You take a few breathes and calm down, all she was doing was taking you back to her place for whatever the night would bring
>Her horn glew orange and she lifted the keys out of her apron and unlocked the wing
>Her house looked really nice, like interior decorator nice
>You were glad she didn't want to come to your place
>You walk in, taking in the detail of her home, your gaze falls upon Java's ass again
>She realizes you're staring this time and gives her rump a shake
>Your ever-expanding dong is fighting to escape your pants, you weren't sure how long until it tore through the Armani suit pants
>"You know, I've never really neen into ponies all that much." She says, giving you a stare the emotions of which you couldn't comprehend
>"Other ponies were always so bland, so usual. But you, you're exotic, something new, the perfect mate to give my cherry to."
>She was a virgin?
>What was with her? The things you just heard made it sound like this was some sort of a fetish for her
>Human fetish?
 
 
>You stare at the made who probably just confessed her human fetish to you
"I'm not really sure I fully understand." You say, scratching the back of your head
>She gives you another coy grin and brushes her mane out of her eyes
>"Humans are occasionally in our mythology, and I do spend some of my time off work trying to prove they exist."
>This didn't make any sense
>You'd already been here a week
>It dawned on you, the rate of communication was still in the 1800's here
>Not even everyone in the city knew about you yet
>You nodded
"Well here I am."
>She snickers girlishly to herself and tromps around in a small circle out of excitement
>"I know! But I do need to talk to you about something."
>She motions for you to sit down, you do and she sits next to you
>That fine ass's cutie mark warped as she bends to sit down
>It let you perfectly take in the curvature of her flank as it repositioned itself, flowing outward
>She presses a clammy hoof to your should and gives you a concerned look
>"I've reeeaaally got a thing for you, Anon. I know it's wrong but I have to tell you."
>She hangs her head in shame and looks away from you
>Guess you got your answer
>Better save this quick, if you don't play your cards right she'll think you're lying
>You give her only a seconds worth of head-hanging before you pull her into a hug, leaning back against the arm of the couch
>Java makes a noise akin to one of Fluttershy's eeps and looks up at you
>Her muzzle was not even inches from your own as you caresed the chubby pone with a thing for humans
>This was probably a wet dream for her, the human liking her back
>Rehardless, she wrapped your torso in a tight hug that nearly shattered your ribcage
>Java leans up and kisses you right on the lips
>It takes a moment, but you reciprocate the kiss
>It tasted like chocolate, cream, and only a hint of coffee
>Java was warm and right on top of you, her belly spilling to the side a little, helping you to stay covered
 
 
>Java notices you are short of breath after the kiss and looks down before realizing her weight is probably doing that
>She slips off of you to the side, keepin you between her and the back of the couch now
>She goes back into the kiss, her tongue was oddly enough, pretty similar to human tongues
>You realized this because she was kissing you, you were the one being kissed
>It was a little shocking, almost, her tongue forcing itself into your mouth
>You hadn't paid any attention to the gender roles here, maybe it was reverse of Earth, maybe you were caught off-guard for this
>You kissed her back, attempting to regain control in the kiss, your own tongue working hers back into her own mouth
>The coffeehorse breaks the kiss and smiles lustfully at you before rolling off the couch and literally carrying you to her bed via magic
>The floor creaked under her steps, that ass wiggled as well
>Java led you to her bedroom, the walls were painted a dark blue and her circular bed seemed to bed depressed on one point
>Probably where she usually slept
>She dropped you lightly onto the silk sheets and you realized you were probably going to be the bottom tonight
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>You laughed nervously as she stood over you
>You needed an idea quickly, one thing came to mind
>You ultimate weapon against pussy-type foes
>Dat upward curve
"I have an idea, Java. Lay down on your back."
>She nods quickly and does as you asked, curiously looking at you from just over the curve of her belly and between her thighs
>You unbutton your pants and realize you were wearing expansion-proof boxers
>These had been keeping your erection privileges checked
>Aside from that shitty joke, you slid those off as well, your glorious anonycock shot forward like a phoenix from the flames of a sex shop
>'screeeaw' it would have called
>It was time to show this barista just how much of a man you were
>You situated yourself, kneeling behind her, carefully aiming your girth at her marehood
 
 
>You grasp her hindlegs, your arms barely wrapping around dem thighs
>You remembered she was a virgin, so you'd have to land this plane carefully
>You slowly put your member into the coffeehorse
>She bites her lip a little as you do so, pushing your whole girth into her depths
>A little blood came out, apparently taking a virginity wasn't as much of a bloodbath as people cracked it up to be
>But her red-cheeked smile told you she liked it
>You let go of one of her thighs and let it lean over as you lowered your hand to her belly
>Your thrusts were slow and calculated, but you hand however, rubbed her belly, pressing into her pudge
>She seemed to enjoy that, she loved it more when your hand started to move lower
>As your thrusts sped up, her belly and thighs rippled as you thrusted into them
>You slipped a single finger into her marehood, above your dick
>It's mission - to find her g-spot
>She was the only pony you knew with a fetish for humans so you probably wouldn't get anything more than friendship with most ponies
>It made you a little sad that you were just a fetish to her, but maybe this was like the horsefuckers back home from /mlp/
>That gave you a little reassurance
>Your finger found her lovebutton and began to rub small circles around it
>Java quivered under the assault of thrusting and the finger on her Gräfenburg spot
>The leg you held to your chest quaked as her vaginal wall clamped around your member
>Java Chip's coffee pot was burning hot
>You kept at it, she loved it
>BeStween her moans and heavy breaths you watched her gaze into your eyes lovingly
>She suddenly howled, so loudly, so lustfully you thought it must have woken all of Manehattan
>A sudden wetness covered your groin as she came, she stared up at the ceiling in amazement
>"A-anon..." She looked to you, contently, her half-lidded eyes fluttered
>She lazily pulled herself off of her back and pinned you into her bed, in a vicecuddle
>"Have my foa..." She fell asleep in the middle
 
 
>You had woken to an alarm Java had set, it was 4:30am
>As you groggily stumbled out of bed, Java did so with grace and smiled widely at you
>"Mornin' Nonny."
>It was still dark and before you could even find your pants, Java already had her apron on and was brushing her mane back into place
>All the while you kept an eye on dat ass
>It was much wider than the rest of her body
>You liked it, and you couldn't lie
>Should you tell her that you didn't get off last night?
>She might be embarassed about it, best not to
>You were off today, you could be a hipster and waste a whole day at Applebucks
>Except this day wouldn't be in vain, nothing done in the pursuit of ass is done in vain
"Hey Java, you mind if I hang out with you at work today?"
>She whips around quickly, widely grinning
>"You bet, Anon!"
>She really liked you, she was adorable and an amazing ass
>And you have her virginity, brand-new goods here
>On the way to work, she swung her hips a little more than yesterday, her walk now more of a saunter
>She leaned her head against your side as she walked
>"Anon? Do you want to come over again, tonight?"
>You take a second to think, you didn't have anything to do
"Sure."
>Not all ass was equal, the one you just came into possession of was a god-tier one
>She spilled the beans about having a thing for humans, which was nice
>It sort of turned you on to think you were her fetish
>You keep walking, ponies don't really give you any looks, maybe they thought you were just walking with Java
>You get to Applebucks, which was only about a block away
>You pay for something warm and sweet at the counter while Java clocks in
>It was pretty cold outside and your Armani suit jacket provided less warmth than you had hoped
>You sit down on one of the couches with a table, Java does so too, right next to you
>You produce a bit from your pocket and stand it up on the table, keeping a finger on top of it
"Watch this." You say, bringing Java's attention to the table
 
 
>You give the coin a solid flick, causing it to spin around rapidly
>It looks sort of like a sphere while spinning
>As Java leans forward to get a better look at the coin's revolutions, you put your arm around her back and pull the coffee mare to your side
>You poke the coin, making it drop to the table with a clatter and look over to Java
>She stares back at you
>"That was pretty cool, Anon."
>She leans into your side, nearly knocking you over
>She was big, but so were all the other ponies
>Standing, she was about 4 feet tall, and had an ass that belonged on something much bigger
>Your hand rubbed her side, her soft coat running between your fingers
>You drop your hand down to her flank
>It was big and you needed to lean over to get to it
>You grabbed and kneaded handfuls of coffee ass
>"A-anon, at work?" She whispered to you
>"Yes. At work." You whispered back, a huge grin plastered across your face
>Java nodded quickly and led you to the stock room
>The smell of coffee permeated everything in the room
>Shelves of various coffeeshop supplies were stacked around you, coffee, baking goods, some fruit
>She examined the room and frownes
>Your dick was becoming impatient
>It needed to know what was taking so long
>"Here Anon, sit underneath the counter."
>Since ponies were about the same height while sitting and standing, other wouldn't be able to tell
>You sit down under the counter, noting that there wasn't any graffiti
>Java magically grasps your legs and pulls you out a little bit
>She wasn't physically strong, but that magic was not pleasant on your ankle
>As you unbutton your pants, Java sits down gently on your throbbing cock
>She was bouncing lightly on top of you, moisture dripping down the sides of your waist and her inner thighs
>She was actually pretty heavy, but your dick was busy being happy so you didn't pay it much notice
>As soon as a customer walked in, Java planted her rump firmly down, halting her movement on you
 
 
>As Java settles down on your cock, it stops being so fun
>She was kinda sitting right on your balls
>It wasn't awful, it was just uncomfortable
>You listened in on her conversation while you waited
>The customer was a stallion ordering dark coffee
>Java gets up off of you to go prepare the drink
>You wait, and notice a sensation on your manhood, a glow around it
>Java's horn is glowing as well
>Nice
>It was just enough sensation to keep you on the edge of blowing your load
>Java comes back and sits back down, you attempt to grip the tile ground as you cum, firing off ropes of your love into Java's marehood
>When the stallion leaves Java looks under the counter at you
>"Anon, that was thirty minutes, we still have four and a half hours to go."
>You once again feel her magic grasp around your member
>She kept going, much to your dismay
>Sure, you love that coffeehorse ass, but did you really have it in you to handle four and a half hours of it?
>Should you finish her and then go?
>You decided it was best to stay
>Java resumed her bobbing on your magically-reinvigorated shaft
>Your balls were a little sore, but your dick loved it
>This went on for almost the rest of the shift
>You were starting to get sore, it was just after brunch
>Java's shift was up in 15 minutes
>You couldn't feel anything below the belt now
>Java had literally milked you dry, seven times she had brought you to a climax
>You came inside 6 of them
>Java hadn't cum once
>What the hell?
>Weren't mares supposed to last like a minute or two?
>Your thought swirled around as the sensation of Java trying to vacate the content of your testicles remained constant
>Java started to bounce a little faster and was slamming down harder on your hips, creating a lovely 'whap'
>She presses down one final time as a gush of marecum waterfalls down your cock
>She finally gets up off of you and helps you up
>"Anon, how was it?"
"G-great..." you sigh contently