>Be Anon
>You're standing in front of Coco's new workplace
>After someone named Rarity put in a good word for her at this establishment, she was almost instantly hired
>In the 10 years you've known her, you've never seen her happier working anywhere else
>Thank you Rarity, whoever you are
>You tighten your grip on the bag in your right hand, and proceeded to walk in the front door of the 10-story building
>A small automated bell rang from the speakers above you as you stepped through the double doors
>Before the elongated "dong" finished, one of the receptionists had appeared in front of you with a giant smile plastered on her face
>Had it been anywhere else, you would've sworn that smile was forced
>However, based on Coco's recounts of how employees are treated, you knew the receptionist in front of you was happy to work there
>"Good day Anonymous! I assume you're here to see Ms. Pommel?"
"Your assumption would be correct, Flare," you say, returning the red-maned mare's smile.
>"I'll just ring her to let her know you're on your way." Flare says, turning away from you. "You know your way, so I'll just leave you to it."
"Thanks Flare."
>She starts to trot back to her desk, and you follow in her path for a few moments before reaching the elevator.
> You tap the button, and the automatic door slides open
>You tap button marked "6" when you're inside the elevator, watching the doors close and the circles light up overtop the door as the elevator climbs the building
>Circle four is currently alight, followed by Circle five, then circle six, as the elevator seems to lurch slightly up as it stops
>The automatic doors open once again with a small "ding" sounding from overhead
>You make your way down the familiar hallway, until you arrive in front of Coco's office
>After knocking on the dark redwood door 3 times, you hear a small "come in!" uttered from inside the office
>Opening the door, you walk into Coco's office to see her sitting in the corner, running a piece of fabric through her sewing machine
>You shut the door behind you, and set the bag and cup in your hands on the table beside you
>You stand patiently as Coco finishes up whatever she's doing
>After a few seconds, she shuts off her sewing machine, sighs, and looks up at you
>Her expression shows a bit of a mix between tiredness and happiness, with the former taking hogging most of her facial features
>Dark lines were etched underneath her eyes; back and thick as if someone had painted them on, her mouth had lines on both sides of them from where it had hung open, and her hooves shook slightly from lack of sleep
>Still though, as she looked up at you her face managed to break into a large smile, as she hopped off her chair, and trotted over to where you were standing
>”Hey Anon,” she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth heavily
>You smiled a sad smile at her, as you knelt down and extended your arms to your sides
>She almost fell into your embrace, and you could feel her entire body relax as she wrapped her forelegs around your neck
“How ya doing Coco?” you asked, returning her embrace, with a hint of concern in your voice
>”Not too good,” you heard her mumble, her words quieted by your shirt as her head leaned into your chest
>”I’ve been up since 5 o'clock this morning trying to get these dresses done. My boss’s next play goes on at the end of the month, and he needs these costumes done by the end of the  week. I’ve almost, ALMOST got them done, in fact, after I finish this one I’ll only have two more to make. But on the other side of the coin, I’ve barely got any sleep this week.”  
>You slightly tighten your grip around her, and smile confidently to yourself
“Well then, good thing I brought you some vittles to pick you up.” you say, breaking your hug and looking at her face
>Her tired eyes flash brightly, and her mouth hangs open, smiling in stunned happiness
>You nod over at her table, and she rushes over to it, a hungry gleam flashing in her eyes
>As she pulls the contents out of the bag, she grows happier and happier, and her smile continues to swell
>Two mini-hayburgers and a large chef salad straight from Stable Stop, one of Coco’s favorite fast-food places
>She popped open the lid to the salad, and hurriedly began eating it’s contents
>You smiled to yourself, amused at her brashness
>She soon realized what she must’ve looked like to any onlooker, and immediately stopped eating, and looked at you bashfully
>You laughed slightly, as you watched her already glowing cheeks darken a shade of red
>You slightly wave at her, dismissing her behavior
“No, please, don’t mind me,” you stated, trying to stifle your laughter. “If there’s one time to eat like a slob, it’s now. You’ve earned it with all the work you’ve put into these dresses.”
>Her cheeks keep their crimson color, as she quickly unwraps the hayburger, and takes a small bite out of it
>As she finishes chewing, she takes a sip of the cup that you brought her
>Her eyes widen as the warm liquid slides down her throat, and she looks at you, gratitude completely overtaking every feature of her face
>”Chai tea?” she states, her lip quivering slightly
>The next thing you know. the cream-colored pony has her forelegs wrapped around your neck in another tight hug
>”You’re amazing, you know that?” she says, her voice shaking slightly
>It takes you a couple moments to recover from the shock of Coco’s sudden vault onto your neck, but once you do, you tightly return the embrace
>The hug lasts for a few moments, before Coco disengages herself from you, and goes back to eating and working
>You watch, as she takes the fabric she was sewing, and puts it neatly on a manikin, making sure that everything was perfect
>She sighed sadly when she noticed a stitch was out of alignment, and pulled out her spare needle from a side drawer to fix it
>As she pulled the stitch out of place  and threaded it through the needle, you  couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor mare
>You thought about what else you could do to cheer her up, when an idea crossed your mind
>Smiling slyly, you looked up and stared at Coco’s backside
“You know,” you began, trying to hide the mischievous tone in your voice. “There’s one OTHER thing I like to do when I’m stressed out.”
>”Whuhs tha Anon?” she asked, the needle now in her mouth
>You crouched down slightly, like a predator who was ready to take his prey, and waited for Coco to turn around
>After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she finally turned around with a confused look on her face, only to be greeted with the sight of you crouching with your arms outspread
>Her eyes opened slightly in fear, and she spat the needle into her hoof
>”A-anon no!” she said, catching the look in your eyes “I don’t have time for any tomfoolery!”
>Her demands were in vain. Partially because you had already made up your mind about what you were going to do next, and partially because her voice was too cute to sound anywhere near intimidating
>” Stop looking at me that way! Anon, back away! Back a wa-AYYYYY!”
>Her demand was cut short, by you charging at her, and picking her up around the waist
>The needle that was in her hoof went flying, as you carried her towards the green sofa in the corner of her office
>”Anon, put me down, NOW!”
>Nope, you ain’t getting out of this
>With a mighty cry, your playfully threw her onto the sofa, and quickly straddled her before she could escape
>She began to struggle slightly in fear of what was coming, as you raised a hand high above her head threateningly
>”Anon! Let me go! Let me go I said! Anon! Ano-AHAHAHA!” she cried, as you brought your hand to her stomach
>You began tickling her ferociously, as she began to laugh harder than before
>”A-Anon! St-st-ahahahap!” she cried, forcing the words out in between laughs, as your fingers danced across the stage that was her midriff
“Never!” you shouted, as you continued to assault her stomach with your wiggling fingers. “This is your payment for your lunch!”
>You continued to slide your wiggling fingers across her stomach for another half-minute, before turning your attention to her neck
>Your fingers dance across her midriff, up to the side of her neck
>When your writhing fingers finally reach their destination, she begins howling with laughter, and scrunched the side of her neck to stop your hand from moving so much    
>Her action proved to be pointless, as you took your other hand, and began prodding and poking her in her side, causing Coco to laugh harder than you’ve ever heard her laugh before
>She occasionally let out a snort amidst her laughter, which you had always loved to hear
>For some reason, that snort seemed to set her laugh apart from the rest
>Tickling soon became a secondary focus, as hearing her laugh jumped up a spot on your priority list
>It was a little shrill and hearty, but nothing too annoying
>But there was one thing about it that you had loved since you were a child: it was full of energy
>Your smile turns from one of mischief to one of pure happiness, as you begin to recall childhood memories of you and Coco
>One memory stuck out in particular, when your family and hers went to Equine Kingdom when the two of you were around ten years old
>You had known Coco for two years at that point, but you had seldom seen seen her happy
>She was always a shy girl, and visible emotions outside of slightly frightened were a rarity
>On that day, a miracle happened at the end of the day
>The park was about 10 minutes from closing, and while your family and Coco’s parents had their money’s worth, Coco haden’t
>Throughout the day, she had only ridden around five rides, only one of them being what people would consider a “big” coaster, and even then it was still the second smallest “big” coaster in the park
>She had primarily ridden stuff like the teacups and the octopus thing, and even then she only came off the rides with a smile at most
>But as the park was closing, you just so happened to walk past the Carousel on your way out
>She practically begged to go on the ride, and her parents feeling some sadness that she didn’t get to fully enjoy the park, agreed to let her go on the ride
>You were content watching, seeing as the ride was a little too juvenile for your tastes  
>However, as the carriages took off, you heard something that you hadn't ever heard before
>Coco’s laughter
>Your thoughts were suddenly broken, by Coco’s gasps for air and her laughter slowly dying down
>”Anon….” she spat out in between laughs and desperate gasps as she tried to gulp down as much oxygen as she could before her body forced her to laugh again
>”Please… stop. I… can…. barely… breathe... “
>You look down at the cream-colored mare, and your eyes widened in shock
>Coco’s cheeks have turned a bright red from lack of oxygen and strain of laughing, and her face displayed a very pained expression
>You immediately ceased tickling her, and sat up
>Using her forelegs to prop herself up, she did the same, using the back of her couch for support  
>In doing so, she put herself mere inches away from your face, and by extension, your lips
>You stared at her cyan eyes, flushed face, and smiling; panting mouth, and a familiar desire made yet another unwanted visit
>The desire to meet her lips with your own
>Part of your mind screamed at you, begging you to satisfy the building urge that had plagued you for the past five years  
>The other part of your mind tried to push down the desire, for fear of what would happen if you did kiss her, and your feelings weren't returned
>The part of your mind that told you to fight the urge won, and you reluctantly climbed off Coco, and sat on the left side of her couch
>She did the same, turning to face you and folding her legs beneath her body to "sit"
>She continued to pant, and her cheeks remained flushed, however she wore a smile almost as large as when she was exploring the bag that contained her lunch
>"Thanks Anon. I needed that," she started shakily, as she focused her attention on the empty bag that sat motionless on her table as if  dead
>"All of it."
>Smiling to yourself, you reach your arm out, and pat Coco on the back
"It was my pleasure," you responded, content heavily ringing in your voice
>After a few more moments of relaxation, Coco stood up, stretched her body out, and hopped off the couch to continue her work
>You remained planted where you were, still calming down and letting your adrenaline run out
>Once it did, you shifted slightly in your seat, getting ready to stand up, before you felt some pressure against the crotch of your pants
>Your pocket buddy stood at full attention, practically asking if he could get some fresh air
>Whether it was Coco's laugh or just flat-out tickling Coco or the combination of both, clearly it was enough to make your dick grow rock-hard
>The causation didn’t really matter at this point, your new priority was calming your dick down
>As Coco begins examining the dress on the mannequin, you crossed one leg over the other to conceal your uninvited guest, and immediately start thinking about revolting things
>Wrinkled grannies in lingerie… ugh. That one pony you caught dumpster-diving not too long ago… oh god her smell was coming back to you
>You felt your dick shrinking slightly, and felt some relief wash over you
>You continued to push out revolting thought after revolting thought
>That one time that baby puked on you after you had accidentally fed it too much, the time that your drunk co-worker pissed on your leg at your company’s New Year party, the time you had to dig around the trash for Coco’s retainer the time she accidentally left it in her napkin at Stable Stop six years ago, Coco’s mouth caressing your dick as her head slides up and down your shaft as she blows you…
>Wait, no, FUCK!
>You sigh frustratingly, knowing by the returning pressure to the crotch of your pants that you just returned to square one
>”Hey Anon, mind telling me what you think of this dress?” Coco asked suddenly, breaking your thoughts
>Hesitating slightly because of the engraved monument of your dick that was carved into  the front of your pants, you eventually threw caution to the wind, and hoped she wouldn’t notice your erection
>You got up, and made your way over to where Coco was standing. and took a long look at the dress, taking note of its color scheme, stitching style, and overall shape of it
>Something seemed…. off about it
“It looks good,” you began, hesitantly. “But it doesn’t really look like it was made by you, if you know what I mean.”
>She casts a glance at the floor before saying anything
>”I was kind of inspired how Rarity designed her dresses during that fashion show, and that’s kind of what I was going for here…”  
“Well, like I said, it looks good. But I’m pretty sure this guy hired you for YOUR work, not Rarity’s,” you say, smiling reassuringly
>”Oh. Alright…” she responded, her head dropping slightly
“Hey now,” you say, scooping her up into a hug. “Don’t get all sour over my comment. The dresses still look good, I’m just saying next time put your own spin on them.”
>You feel her lean into your chest. as she wraps her forelegs around your midriff
>”Thanks Anon. I’m just… I’m just really stressed out about these things. I feel like these things have to be perfect seeing as it’s my first assignment here. I don’t want to lose my job here.”
“Has your boss made any comments about the dresses?” you ask, putting her back on the ground
>”Well… yeah. He said he loved the way they looked…”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
>She cast another glance at the floor before looking back up at you with renewed confidence in her eyes
>”I feel like a broken record when I say this, but thanks again Anon. I really needed everything you’ve given me today.”
>She finishes her sentence by nuzzling your chest for a moment, and turning back to the dress
>She pauses for a moment as a look of concentration plasters itself on her face  
>The mold is soon broken however, as a triumphant smile etches itself across her mouth
>”Hey Anon,” she says turning to face you
>”How about you swing by my place and stay the night tonight? I’ll make dinner of course, and the two of us could hang out. Whaddya say?”
>You mull it over in your mind for a few seconds, and reason that you don’t have to be in for work ‘till a little later tomorrow, so what the hell
“Sounds great Coco! I’ll swing by around six-ish.”
>Her face lights up, and a giant grin replaces the triumphant one
>You take a look at the clock hanging above her door, and your heart stops for a minute
>12:45, you’ve been there for almost a half-hour
“Cripes, I didn’t realize the time! I gotta go Coco, can’t afford to be late getting back to work. I’ll see you tonight!”
>”Alright, see you tonight!” she calls as you race out her door
 
>Fast-forward to six o’five
>You’re standing in front of Coco’s house, dressed casually
>You figured it would be fine, considering you were just dining as friends
>You paid the cab driver the 10 bits, and walked up to the entrance of her house
>You knock on her door 3 times, and wait for a few moments before she answers
>As the door swings open, you see Coco standing there dressed in the clothes she wore to work
>She smiles as she sees you standing there, and opens the door wide enough for you to enter
>”Good to see you again Anon,” she says, gesturing to the inside of her house. “Please, come in!”
>You stepped into the familiar living room, and took a brief look around
>To your left lies a staircase, partially hidden by a wall, that leads to the second floor
>In the room itself sits a a green couch and a coffee table in the middle, with a television set that she had gotten her for her birthday sitting right in front of the south wall
>Behind that sat a dining table near the right corner of the room, and her kitchen sat not too far away from that
>”Take a seat Anon, dinner will be ready shortly.”
>You do as she says, sitting in a beautiful beige-colored chair, before pulling it up to the oak-wood table
>She heads into the kitchen, and emerges soon after with dinner, carrying it out with a special saddle that you often see waitresses use
>She offers you your plate (spaghetti with a side salad) and sits down with her own plate, consisting of hay with a side salad
>You briefly recall when she learned about spaghetti a few years ago, when having dinner at your house
>Wanting to serve you more than just salad when you visited her house, she asked you to show her how to make spaghetti
>It took her a few tries, but she eventually figured it out, and makes it decently well
>Not as good as your mother did, of course, but it’s still pretty tasty
>Outside of idle chit-chat throughout the meal, you both eat in silence, trying to recharge after a long day
>Finally, the two of you finish your meals, and Coco comes to collect your plate
>”I just thought of this,but PMN is playing Cart Chaser tonight, and I was thinking you might want to watch it. Would you?”
>You’d seen Cart Chaser before. It was an action flick about an ex-cop who for his entire career had chased a murderer who always got away, but after he retired, he was given one more chance to get the guy by some unknown person
>You remember it being a good flick, with a lot of twists that caught you off-guard
>Why not? What could go wrong with watching a good movie with a cute pony?      
“Sure!” you said, getting up to help Coco with the dishes
>As you picked your plate up, she snatched it from your hand, and places it in the left side of the saddle
>You try to follow her into the kitchen, but she stops you with her foreleg
>”Anon, you’ve done enough today. Let me handle the dishes.”
“And you’ve been through a lot this week. Let me help you.”
>You try to push past, but she stiffens her leg
>She widens her eyes, and pushes her lower lip out in a pout
>”Please Anon, let me do the dishes! Just this once! It’ll make me happy!”
>...Fucking hell, you couldn’t resist her cuteness
“Alright…." you say with a defeated sigh
>She smiles brightly, and trots into the kitchen  
>You walk over to the couch, and plop yourself down
“When does the movie start?” you call over your shoulder
>”In about 30 minutes!” she yells back from the kitchen
>Sweet. Hopefully the downtime between now and then will be filled by actual conversation
>You lounge on the couch for a few more moments before you hear the clip-clop of hooves on the wood floor, signaling that Coco had walked back into the living room
>You look at her over the top of the couch, and confusion flashes through your body when you see she's carrying a feather duster in her mouth
> She calmly walks over to the front of the right side of the couch, and lets the duster fall out of her mouth
>She then assumes a predatory stance, pushing all four legs out slightly and lowering her neck slightly, and puts on a sly smile
>...Clever girl
"You brat!" you declare, chuckling slightly. "The only reason you didn't want my help cleaning up is because you wanted to grab a weapon!"
>She tilts her head to the side in a makeshift shrug, and closed her eyes innocently
>"I don't have fingers like you Anon. I need something to even the odds."
>"And besides," she added, opening her eyes halfway and furrowing in her brow
>"It's more fun this way!"
>Her lips curled into a determined smile, as bent her head down, and grasped the feather duster firmly in her mouth
>You chuckle once again, and stand up
>You briskly move her coffee table out of the way to avoid damaging it, and take off your shirt; shoes; and socks, exposing most of your most ticklish spots to make things more even
>You crouch down similarly to how you did this morning, and wait for her to make the first move
>After a few, long seconds, she finally charges at you, her feather duster looking much more threatening in her mouth
>As she jumps at you, you grab her, and throw her on her couch and straddle her, just as you did this morning
>You begin tickling her stomach again, and for a few moments, she’s completely under your control
>However, by some lucky stroke on her part, she manages to swing the feather duster just high enough to tickle the left side of your neck
>As a deep, booming laugh erupts from your lungs, you shift your body slightly to the right to avoid her range
>That was mistake number one
>As you did,you created a small gap in your arm that Coco took full advantage of
>With lightning-fast reflexes, she swung her feather duster into your armpit, and began tickling you furiously
 >You began laughing hysterically, seeing as your armpit was the most ticklish spot on your body
>In a moment of desperation, you roll off Coco, and by extension, the couch
>You hit the hard wood with a loud “thud”, but that doesn’t stop Coco
>You only have a second to recover from your fall before Coco is sitting on top of you
>She pins your arms to your sides with her legs, and looks mischievously at you, feather duster primed and ready to tickle
>...Shit….
>She brings the duster to your neck, and your body forces you to laugh loudly
>As she tickles you mercilessly, you begin to writhe about beneath her in a vain attempt to get away
>That was mistake number two
>You had created yet another space pocket in the form of your left armpit, and Coco was quick to capitalize
>She pulls both of her hind legs as close to her body as she can, preventing your left arm from moving from it’s current position, and preventing your right arm from interfering with her assault on your armpit
>...Double shit….
>She brings the duster to your armpit, and you erupt in laughter again  
>You desperately try to move your right arm, begging your body to give you enough strength to pull free from her grasp
>Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, and when you swore you were completely worn out, you pulled your right arm free
>Still laughing hysterically, your mind was in panic mode, and you were flinging your arm desperately around, trying to find something for your hand to grasp
>Finally, the front of your hand made contact with something soft, yet solid, and you allowed your hand to slide up it until it was stopped by something solid
>Unfortunately for you, you had just slid your hand up the inside of her right hind leg, and was stopped by her pelvis
>It took you a moment to realize what just happened, but when you did, you hesitantly looked up at Coco to see her pupils had dilated so much there were barely visible; staring intently at the wall, and her cheeks taking on a bright pink color
>Your pupils follow her example, and you quickly focus your attention on the floor  
>After a few agonizing seconds of stone-cold silence, Coco spits the feather duster out of her mouth
>It lands somewhere with a clack, and your brain concentrated solely on the sound it made to try to temporarily forget what you just did
>”A-Anon, did you just… run your hand up my hind leg?” Coco asked, a hint of anxiety ringing in her voice
>You rub the back of your head with your right hand and sigh, trying to think of how you could get out of this mess
“...Yeah, I did,” you began cautiously, speaking slowly as you could. “But I didn’t mean too! I swear! I was panicking, and I didn’t really know…”
>”No, no, it’s fine Anon,” Coco responds, looking down at you. “In fact… it felt really good. Would you… maybe mind doing it again?”
>...Who were you to deny Coco?
“Sure,” you respond, trying; and heavily failing to keep your voice steady, as a goofy grin spread across your face. “But… would you mind doing it on the couch?”
>You could practically see the lightbulb going off in her head as she realized she still had you straddled, and could currently do whatever she pleased with your left arm
>A dark crimson color flooded her cheeks, as she released you from your captivity, and hopped off you
>You sat up a little before a sharp pain shot through your back like lightning
>You forgot, you had just taken a hard fall
>You rub your back slightly, and force yourself to get up
>You take a moment to stretch out a little bit, and return to where you were sitting on the couch
>She hops up on the spot beside you, and you pick her up, and sit her in your lap
“Now tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable, OK?” you say through a slightly strained voice
>Coco looks up at you happily, and nods
>OK… here goes nothing
>You reach your right arm down, and lightly touch Coco’s left hind leg with your hand
>A nervous sigh pushes out through your open lips, and you make a quick test-stroke up to her inner thigh
>A shutter moves through her body, as anxiety rushes through yours
>You place your hand back at around where her ankle would be on a human, and work your way back up to her inner thigh  
>You repeat this motion several more times, at a decently slow pace, garnering several coos and shallow breathing from Coco in response
>Even as you stroke her leg for the tenth time, you still can’t grasp the idea that this is actually happening
>Coco Pommel, the mare you’ve been pining after for YEARS now, is sitting in your lap, allowing you to stroke her leg after asking you to do so
>If it weren’t for the constant aching in your back, you would’ve absolutely sworn this was a dream
>As you swipe your hand across her hind leg for the fifteenth time, you decide to start experimenting a little
>The next time around, you use two fingers, barely even touching her leg as you stroke
>You then use four of your fingers, and when you arrive at her thigh, you sink your press your fingers a little deeper into her flesh, and swipe across as fast as you can
>Then, you form a makeshift “C” with your hand, place your thumb on the front of the calf of her leg, and your fingers on the back of her calf, and ease your hand up her leg
>Each method garners a different response from Coco, though she seems to favor the softer touch above all seeing as she actually moans a little when you do that
>You revert back to using your entire hand to rub her leg, touching her leg slightly and making slow; deliberate strokes up her leg
>However, as time slowly drags on, you decide to get a little more daring
>With each stroke, you allow your hand to venture a little closer to the lips of her vagina
>She either doesn’t notice, or she doesn’t care, as you continue to allow your hand to explore more of her nether region uninterrupted
>Although her body seems to notice your creeping fingers, as louder and longer moans begin escaping from her lips
>Her breathing also became noticeably quicker and shallower
>After the twenty-sixth stroke, your hand finally brushed over the lips of her vagina
>Fear flooded your body, as you braced for for any kind of negative reaction from Coco
>However, as your fingers finished their pass over Coco's vaginal lips, an audible gasp falls from her mouth, accompanied by her looking down at her pussy lovingly
>A strange mixture of anxiety and relief overtook your emotions, each one fighting to take total control from the other
>You continued to include her foreleg in your routine for two more strokes, before focusing on her snatch exclusively
>You lightly place your thumb on the top of her labia, and move it around in a circular motion clockwise
>Coco's eyes slowly shut in response, followed by her panting softly, and taking very shaky breaths
>As you see her head begin to tilt forward, you press your thumb further into her puffy flesh
>Her teeth clench, and her brow furrow, as a  moan of pleasure passes through her mouth's makeshift barrier
>You thumb glides around the invisible path it has made for itself five more times, before you stop it at the bottom of her labia and extend your index finger
>You slowly stroke the bottom of her inner labia, up the middle of her vagina to, ending with her clitoris
>As your finger reaches the end of it’s path, you feel the cream mare’s body shudder  slightly
>When you place your fingers at the bottom of her snatch, you feel something wet ooze onto your fingers
>Although it was a small amount, the feeling of marecum stirred something within you
>As you made your second pass up the middle of her vagina, your brain was heavy at work deciding your next course of action
>You had already risked a lot by touching her vagina in the first place, would pushing your fingers inside her body be the straw that breaks the camel's back, or would it be another risk that was worth taking?
>After your fifth stroke over the middle of her pussy, you gave in the part of your brain that was calling for you to finger Coco, and re-set your hand to the bottom of her labia one more time
>However, when you reach her vaginal entrance this time, you don’t pass over it
>You stop for a second to extend your middle finger, and slowly push it, and your index inside her
>A surprised gasp from Coco fills the air for a moment when your fingers actually enter her body, and a low; long moan comes filing out soon after as you push the remaining length of your fingers in
>As you push, you feel her body stiffen more and more, until your fingers are completely enveloped by her cooch, at which point her body seems to relax
>You feel her vaginal walls closing in on your fingers, gripping them tightly as if never wanting to release them
>They weren’t so tight that you couldn’t move your hand, however, and after a couple of seconds of letting your fingers get accustomed to this sensation, you slowly pull your fingers back towards her vaginal opening  
>After almost pulling completely out of her vagina, you slowly push your fingers back in, sliding them as far as they’ll go
>You continue to push at a steady rate, much to Coco’s audible and visible pleasure
>You can just see the side of her face from your vantage point, and you can see her cheeks have turned a nice; bright shade of pink, and her eyes are tightly shut
>Coco’s breathing has become even more shaky, and she begins panting heavily
>After a few more seconds, you break your previous pattern slightly
>You still pull your fingers towards the opening of her pussy, but you allow them to linger for a second before shoving them back into her snatch quick and hard
>As you continue you to do this, you can hear muffled moans passing through Coco’s clenched teeth
>You continue pumping your fingers at this rate, before deciding to thrust your fingers as fast and as hard as you can
>As you reach your other hand around and begin rubbing her Clitoris, Coco arches her head back, and begins moaning loudly
>Her body rocks with your thrusts, clumsily thrusting alongside your fingers
>Her pants get louder and faster as each one is pushed from her lungs
>Her cheeks have taken on a dark crimson color, and she is staring intensely at the wall in front of her
>Your fingers are now working at full speed, encouraged by her reactions to being finger-fucked
>Finally, after around 10 minutes, she thrusts one final time, and a loud cry falls from her lips
>You feel the walls of her vagina tighten and relax around your fingers, as if they were eyes winking at you
>You then feel a warm liquid incompass your hand, and look over her shoulder to see her cum oozing out steadily, like a stream
>There’s the occasional squirt of fluid, but for the most part it oozes out slowly
>”A-a-a-a-a-a-a-h…” she moans, as her orgasm finishes
>Her body then fully relaxes, as her entire weight collapses on your chest, and her head falls onto your shoulder
>You slowly remove your hand, and look at how far her cum has traveled up your arm
>You reel back slightly, as you notice your arm is shiny up to your elbow
>Your thoughts don’t remain on this for too long, as the urge to cuddle and caress Coco suddenly washes over you
>You wrap your arms around Coco, and pull her in close, closing your eyes and smiling in happiness
>In your mind, nothing could possibly go wrong at this point
>You stay like this for several silent moments, before Coco’s voice shatters the silence
>”A-Anon…” she says, worry heavily occupying her voice
“Mmmmm?” you mumble, the worry in her voice lost on you as you stayed in your happy little daze
>”I-is th-that my…”
>Your eyes shot wide open, and you were violently pulled from your fantasy
>She now had your full attention
>You slowly craned your neck around her body to see that pools of her marecum had formed on her couch and floor alike
“Y-yeah? Why…?” you respond cautiously
>”T-this was my first time… and I…” her voice trailed off, as she covered her mouth with her hoof
“First time? But, we didn’t have sex or anything…” you were starting to get worried, as you didn’t know what was going through her head right now
>”N-no, you don’t… you don’t understand, I’ve… I’ve never…"
>Oh shit….
>Your pupils dilate to slits, as you slowly place Coco on the spot beside you, and get up, and slowly make your way to the door
>You’re still facing her, and you can see her pupils have practically become invisible as well, and her cheeks have flushed a bright pink
>You could feel in your stomach that this was bad
>You didn’t know how it was bad, but you know it was bad
>”Anon,” she said after a few more seconds
>You stopped where you were, and waited for her finish her sentence
>”D-do you want to… have sex with me?”
>No use denying it now, the evidence was right in front of her
“...Yeah.”
>”For how long?”
“...About 5 years now…”
>”Oh… oh my…”
>You hear a twinge of sadness (and, regret?) in her voice, as she slowly gets up off the couch
>You stood motionless, waiting for some readable emotion from Coco
>However, she appeared to have other plans, as she walked to the foot of the stairs, visibly trembling
>”Well then…” she began shakily. “F-follow me…”
>You reel for a second at what she just said, and at the absolute terror that made itself known in her voice
>She looked like she was about ready to burst into tears
“...Why?’ you ask, not caring that worry was clearly audible in your voice
>She turned to face you, her entire body shaking
>”Is-isn’t this what two people who want to have... you know… with each other do? Go to the bedroom and… do it? “ she asked, her voice going quiet whenever she used a substitute for “sex”
>No… no, no, FUCK no, she didn’t want this, and you could tell
>Anyone with half a brain could tell she didn’t want this
>Hate for yourself flooded your body, as you stood there trying to quell your blind rage so that you wouldn’t further upset Coco
>You had already allowed your brain to fuck you over once, you weren’t letting it happen again
“Coco…” you began, somehow managing to gain some restraint over your voice. “You don’t… have to do this. I can tell you don’t want to have sex with me. Please, don’t force yourself to do something you don’t want to do for me. I’ll be leaving you in peace now…”
>Your voice trails off, as you turn to face the door, and grab its handle
>From the corner of your eye, you see Coco’s emotions change from one form of terror to another
>It looks almost as if she’s afraid to loose something
>”No Anon, I do. I REALLY do. It’s just…”
"Coco, it's fine. I understand. I'm sorry, I let my sex drive get the best of me, and I crossed a line. I... I can't apologize enough for that. I hope what I did didn't damage our relationship too much. Give me a buzz whenever you're ready to talk again. See ya around. “
>You manage to get the door a quarter of the way open, before Coco slams it shut  
>Her lips trembled slightly, and she frowned to try to contain her tears
>However, her mask only held up for a few moments before she shattered it, and tears began flowing from her eyes
>Before you knew it, she was sobbing, and clinging onto you as if you were her salvation
>You stood motionless for a second, arms slightly spread reflexively to allow Coco to embrace you without constriction
>After a few seconds of hearing Coco’s muffled sobs, and feeling a small wet spot forming on your still-bare chest from her tears, you hesitantly wrap your arms around her, and pat her on her head
>”Anon,” she begins, turning her head so her words are unobstructed, “I do want to… have sex… with you. I SWEAR I want to. I’ve liked you romantically you since we were kids, but for the past few months, I’ve had…. certain thoughts of us… running through my mind constantly.”
>Now it was your turn to blush
:But… I thought you didn’t want to based on how you were just acting…”
>She sighed sadly, and looks up at you with watery eyes
>”I do, I swear. The only problem is… I don’t know if I’m ready for sex just yet. I’ve known you only as my friend up to this point in my life, but I’ve never considered us more than that. I’ve only imagined what that would entail. I need some time to retrain my brain to think of us as lovers instead of friends. But between now and then, I’m more than willing to be your special somepony if you’re willing to be mi- well not really my special somepony seeing as you’re not a pony. But you get what I mean, right?”
>She finishes her sentence by looking up at you, and smiling hopefully
>You cringed slightly whenever she added “pony” to the end of a word
>Despite having grown up in this city, that particular suffix always bugged you
> In spite of that little detail, you don’t even have to mull her request over
>Being in a romantic relationship with your best friend/romantic interest with guaranteed sex somewhere down the road?
“I would be honored to be your special someone,” you respond happily  
>Her nervous smile transformed into one of pure joy, as she wrapped her forelegs around your midriff
>”This day can’t get any more amazing…” she says with a wavery voice
>You return her embrace smiling, and the two of stay wrapped in your hug for several moments
>After you break away, you glance at her couch, and your happy moment is broken
>You grimace to yourself, as you see puddles of marecum on the floor and couch alike
>As you look at the wet spots, you remember the huge amount of cum that had now dried on your arm
>You take a quick whiff of your arm, and scrunch your nose slightly
>It smelled a lot like musty hay  
>”What are you looking at Anon?” you heard Coco say, before she caught your gaze
>As she looked at her couch, her eyes widened, and she began blushing heavily
>”Oh…”
>You laugh nervously, and walk over to the couch
“Wanna help me clean this up?” you say as you look over your shoulder
>She giggles, and puts a hoof to her mouth
>”Sure.”
>After around 10 minutes of cleaning up (and after moving her table back to where it belonged), the two of you collapse back onto her couch, and toss your sponges onto her table
>You glance up at her clock, which reads “7:05”.
>Geez, for her first time, she lasted pretty long
“Hey, Cart Chaser just started. Wanna watch it?”
>She looks up, slightly surprised
>”Oh yeah, I forgot about that! Sure, turn it on!”  
>You get up, and grab the remote off the top of her Television set
>With a press of a few buttons, Cart Chasers is playing on Coco’s screen
>”Alright James, this is your last chance. Get this guy, or the case is going to someone else!’
>”Don’t worry chief, I’ll get hm. I can feel it in my gut.”
>Ouch. Dramatic irony scuks sometimes
>You felt something pushing on your crotch, and you look down to see that Coco is sitting in your lap contently
>As the movie continued, a small question entered the back of your mind
>When the next commercial break hits, you muster up the courage to ask her
“So Coco, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you that was your cum if you’ve never seen cum before?”
>You feel Coco’s body stiffen, and watch her head drop
>”Um… when I brought Suri lunch and snacks, I would occasionally catch her watching some… adult films, and sometimes I walked in right in the middle of an orgasm scene.”
“...Oh.”
>”I couldn’t really see what she was doing, but her foreleg was always moving up and down. I always tried to get out of her office as fast as I could when she was watching those videos.”
“...I’m sorry if I just opened a can of worms there...”
>”Oh no, it’s fine.” she said as she looked up at you, and then focused her attention back onto the TV screen
“...If there’s anything you wanna ask me, feel free to do so. I’ll answer as honestly as possible.”
>”There is one thing I’m curious about,” she said with a little bit of worry in her voice
“Shoot.” you respond happily
>”...How many partners have you had before me?”
>You reel for a second at the seemingly out-of-nowhereness of her question, and look down somewhat sheepishly
“Two…” you respond quietly
>”Oh.”
>You could hear the disappointment in her voice, and you could see her head drop down again
>You pat her head reassuringly, and stroke her mane a couple of times
“Hey, they don’t matter now. I’m yours now, and nothing will change that fact. If it’s any consolation, all they wanted were sex. I didn’t have the intimate relationship with them as I already have with you. I couldn’t talk to them about how I wasn’t satisfied with the relationship, or vent my stress over work to them, or even tell them about how awesome my day was because they would never listen to me. With you though, I know I can come to you about anything, and you’ll listen. Our relationship now, is better than my relationship ever was with the two of them.”
>She picks her head back up, and looks up at you with a comforted smile
>”Thanks Anon. That… actually did help.”
>She sighs quietly, and turns to face the screen  
>”You’re a great guy, you know that? You always know what to say or what to do to cheer me up. You always listen to what I have to say. You always allowed me to vent to you about Suri, and helped me out of sticky situations. I wish one of us had told the other our feelings sooner. I wish we’d been in a relationship longer…”
“Well, we’re together now, and we hopefully have a lifetime to make up for lost time,” you say as you stroke her mane one more time
>”You’re not getting away this time!” James thundered from the screen
>”Oh James. Even after years of chasing me, you still underestimate me.” the criminal responded
>There’s a crash as the glass window of the room is shattered, as the criminal picks up a shard in his mouth and charges at James
>The cop manages to dodge just in time to avoid his neck getting slit, but gets a nasty gash on the side of his body
>As he cries out in pain, you shut your eyes tiredly and open them again
>Coco has long since fallen asleep on your lap, and you’re nodding off yourself
>You look down at the cream-colored mare sleeping contently, and give her back a couple of happy strokes
>You feel her stir slightly, and withdraw your hand
>”Anon that felt good…” you hear her mumble
>You panic slightly, fearing that you woke her, but a small moan followed by light snores assured you she was still asleep
>You smile to yourself, somehow comforted by the fact that she was dreaming about you
>After a few moments, you allowed Mr. Sandman to lull you to sleep, and your head fell onto the back of the sofa
>The last thing before you drifted off to sleep was the murderer falling from the window  
 
>It’s now a month later and you’re dining with Coco at some fancy restaurant whose name you really don’t care about, but you heard the food was good from some friends at work
>They weren’t lying, but holy shit was the food expensive
>Take for example the steak, which costs 10 bits for an 11 oz cut
>You could grab a filet mignon for less than that at mare mart
>But Coco seemed to be having a good time, and that’s all that mattered
>The dresses she had made went over fantastically with not only her employer, but also the audiences of the show
>However, her most recent line of dresses went over far better with her employer, as she was telling you now
>”And then he said he really admired my seamwork!” she said excitedly, trying desperately to keep her voice down  
>”He said he thought my dresses looked very unique, and he loved my style! I asked him if he liked them better than the last ones I made, and he said he did!”
“See? What did I tell you?” you say, somewhat smugly
>She playfully paws at your hand, and you absent-mindedly take another sip out of water out of your glass
>”OK, don’t get cocky Mr. Know-it-all,” she says giggling
“Isn’t that what you love about me though? My amazing advice and suggestions?” you respond, taking her hoof in your hand
>She giggles again, and looks at the table
>”One of the many things,” she says dreamily. “But in all seriousness, thanks for the help. You’re gonna have to stop that soon though! At the rate I’m getting indebted to you, I’ll have been in my grave a long time before I repay all the favors i owe!”
“Well then, maybe you can repay your debts when you’re finally ready to hop in the sack with me!” you say playfully
>She laughs again, and looks at your face
>”This was a lovely dinner Anon. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Hey, it was my pleasure.”
>You and Coco sit in pleasant silence for a couple of minutes, before the waiter shows up again with your check
>”Here you are sir,” he says, placing the bill on your table
“Thank you.”
>He nods and turns to leave
>As he’s walking away, you glance at the check, and reel slightly in shock
>80 bits in total, hot damn
>Although it was a fantastic dinner, and Coco seemed to really enjoy herself
>You sigh quietly to yourself, pull out your wallet, and take out your credit card  
"Ready to go?" you ask standing up
 >"Yep," she responds, wiping her face off with a napkin and standing up
>You pay the check, and exit the restaurant
>After taking a brief moonlight carriage ride through the city, the two of you head for Coco's house
>You're about to kiss Coco goodnight when you arrive, before she stops you
>"Oh, Anon I almost forgot. I just got my room painted Monday, and I'd like you to see it!"
>A puzzled look crosses your face for a moment at her odd request, but you shrug it off, and decide to roll with her suggestion
"Lead the way."
>You follow her into her house, up her stairs, and down her hallway
>Her bedroom is the last door on the left, and you're the first to enter when she opens the door
>As you enter her room, you glance at the walls, and noticed it was the exact same color as when she moved in
>You stare puzzledly at the walls for a few more seconds, before speaking to Coco
"Um, Coco?" you begin, still facing the walls. "What exactly did you have have done in here? It looks the same as when-"
>Your sentence was cut off by Coco loudly closing her door
>Surprise shoots through your body, and you turn to face Coco
>You see her walking over to you, wearing a sleepy look accompanied by a happy smile
"Coco..." you begin amusedly. "What are you-"
>The cream-colored mare shut you up by standing on her hind legs, and planting a kiss on your lips
>You realize what she's doing quickly, and return the kiss passionately
>Eventually, you feel her tongue pressing against your mouth, and you grant it entry
>As your tongues begin dancing within your mouth, her dinner's ghost slides onto your tongue
>The taste of carrots, apples, and lettuce brush across your taste buds
>You take a moment to admire how soft her lips are as your kiss remains unbroken
>This wasn't your first time kissing Coco, in fact three days after you had started your relationship you made the first move
>However, this was your first time you had French kissed as a couple
>After what seemed like an eternity, that you wished really extended to to an eternity, Coco broke the kiss and nuzzled up against your chest
>"Anon, I think I'm ready now..."
>A thousand thoughts crossed your mind as she finished her sentence, all of them positive
>Well, except one, which was the one your brain decided to respond with
"You are terrible at seducing people," you jokingly respond, chuckling
>Your joke seemed to be lost on Coco, as she pulled back from your chest with a hurt look plastered on her face
>Instant regret flooded your body, as she set her forelegs downs and walked away from you
>"I-I'm sorry Anon... I've never done this before and I don't know what to do..."
"Coco..." you say, walking over to her
>You walk in front of her
>You kneel down and kiss her on her forehead
“Sweetie please....”
>She turns her head away from you, and you can see the tears forming in her eyes
>”No, no. It’s fine… I understand I’m no good at this. You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.... I can take criticism.”
>You allow your head to drop in shame, and begin thinking about ways to make it right
“OK, I’ll admit, you’re not the best at seducing. But I swear, I was joking when I said that. Aside from that, I really don’t expect you to be good at seducing people. You have literally zero experience in this field, and I’m perfectly fine with that. I wouldn’t care if you never get good at seducing me, I’m still on cloud nine over the fact that I’m dating the girl I love. All you’d pretty much have to do to get me into bed with you is say ‘wanna do it?’. Trust me, this one shortcoming you can’t do anything about right now wasn’t the prominent thought in my mind. When you said ‘I’m ready’, my dick leaped for joy.”
>She then looked up at you, only the ghosts of tears remaining in her eyes
>You solemnly looked at her, and pulled into into a hug
“I am so sorry that I hurt you. That was absolutely not my intention.”
>She hugged you back after a couple of seconds, and sniffed
>”And I’m sorry I took your joke too literally.”
“No. Don’t apologize,” you say bitterly, giving her a brief squeeze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was an insensitive jerk, and I made a joke I shouldn’t have.”
>”Anon please…”
“There’s nothing for you  to apologize for Coco. Please, don’t try to shift any of the blame on yourself.”
>”...OK.” she responds, closing her eyes
>Coco breaks the embrace after a brief period of time, and looks into your eyes
>”So… are you still in the mood?” she asks nervously
“Only if you are.”
>She sighs nervously, and nods
“How do you wanna start off?”
>She giggles slightly, and strokes your crotch
>”Well, maybe I could start ‘repaying some of my debts’ by… blowing you.”
>Her voice got quiet when she mentioned a blow job
>A small wave of fear ransacks your body, as you think she took the joke you made in the restaurant to heart
“Hehe, you don’t really think you’re indebted to me, do you?” you say, chuckling nervously
>Coco giggles to herself, and looks at you happily
>”Of course silly! I knew you were joking at the restaurant, and I was just joking a little with you.”
“...OK, good,” you say to yourself, relief flooding your body
>You walk over to the bed, and sit down to take off your clothes
>You start with your shoes and socks, and then unbuckle your belt
>You then stand up, and undo the button on your pants, and allow your pants to fall to the floor
>As they collide with the floor, Coco stares at the bulge in your pants, slightly nervous
“Sorry if this is smaller than you were expecting… horse dicks are much larger than human ones…”
>”I think your length will be more than enough Anon. To be honest I’m kind of afraid of the size of the average horse penis.”
>She gives a shaky sigh, and walks over to where you’re sitting
“Now, are you absolutely sure you wanna do this? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
>She nods, and sighs nervously again
>She puts a hoof on your underwear, and slide them slowly down your legs
>Her mouth tugs at the sides a little, leaving a small smile on her mouth, as your semi-erect 6 and a half inch cock is revealed
>It stands at full attention, as Coco opens her mouth to take it in
>She presses a hoof down on it to bring it to mouth level, and begins enveloping it in her mouth  
>As she takes your dick into her mouth, she closes it slightly, and lightly bites down on your schlong
>She continues to push your member into her mouth, completely oblivious to the fact that she’s hurting you
“Coco, stop! STOP!” you scream
>She immediately jerks her head upwards, which causes her teeth to scrape your dick again, and looks at you worriedly
>”What? What’s wrong?” she asks, desperation heavy in her voice
>You begin taking deep, shaky breaths, as you examine the damage that’s been done to your dick
>There’s a couple of red marks where her teeth scraped your shaft, but other than that you’re fine  
“Coco, when you’re doing this, PLEASE, open your mouth more…” you gasp, lowering your head
>She inspects your dick briefly, and her pupils dilate when she notices the red marks
>”Anon, I am SO sorry! I am SO SOR-”
>You shake your head, and wave your hand to dismiss her apology
>You look up at her, and notice tears streaming down her face
>You smile at her, letting her know she’s forgiven
“Come here,” you say softly, motioning to her with your hand
>She slowly walks over to you, and when she’s right in front of you, you envelop her in a hug
>You hear her take deep, shuddering breaths in order to calm herself
>You pat her a couple of times on the neck to further reassure her
>After a couple of moments, you pull back, wipe away her tears, and kiss her briefly on the lips
>She takes one more deep breath, and looks up at you
“Wanna try it again?” you ask, smiling  
>She smiles back at you, and nods
>She opens her mouth wide, and takes your cock in once again
>She continues to slowly slide her mouth down your shaft, making more and more of it disappear
>Your mouth falls open when she reaches the four inch mark, and it continues to open as she continues to swallow your member
>Her eyes slowly close when she reaches the five inch mark, but the more she takes in, the more her expression turns into a grimace
>As her mouth finally engulfs your full 6 and half inches, she looks to be visibly in pain, and you can hear stifled gaging coming from her throat
>You can feel her saliva oozing down your shaft, and she slowly begins lifting her head up, sliding her mouth up your shaft
>You saw her expression soften for a moment, as she released your wood from her mouth
>She allows an inch of your dick to be exposed for a second, before she slowly moved her head back down your member, taking in your cock fully again
>The grimace slowly returned as she lowered her head, and her eyes shot wide open when your dong fully expanded in her mouth
>You heard a muffled scream erupt from her throat, as she squeezed her eyes shut; trying to ignore the pain and protests of her gag reflex
>You hear her choke and gag on your fully erect shlong, and watch as tears stream from her eyes
>You finally can’t take seeing her in pain anymore, as a look of horror crosses your face, and you forcibly remove your dick from her throat
>She begins painting when your full eight inches is freed from her mouth, and looks down shamefully
“Coco, you don’t have to take the entire thing in one go,” you explain, laughing slightly
>She looks up at you in shock, as if you had just shattered a precious dream of hers
>”I don’t?” she asked puzzled
>You furiously shake your head, and put a hand on the back of  her neck
“You gotta remember Coco, this is your first time. I know what you saw on those tapes, but nothing you saw truly represents what sex is, or how it works. Forget everything you’ve learned from them. If you don’t know about something, ask me.”      
>She breathes a quick, relieved sigh, and nods
“Go about to here for now,” you say, placing your hand about 4 inches down on your dick. “If you want, we can work on your gag reflex latter. But for right now, just focus on this little section.”
>She opens her mouth again, and slides her mouth slowly down your shaft
>She stops when she hits the barrier that is your hand, and then slowly withdraws her mouth
>She looks up at you with her teal eyes, and begins to bob her head back and forth at a slow pace
>Her innocent eyes melt your heart, and you can’t help but smile down at her
>After a few moments of her caressing your dick in her mouth, you remove your hand  
>She soon withdraws her mouth from your dick with an audible ‘pop’, and sticks out her tongue
>As she touches your second head with it, a shiver runs through your body, and you grip the sheets of her bed slightly
>She runs her tongue alongside the undercarriage of the head of your dick, and you tilt your head back in pleasure
>She then moves her tongue to the base of your shaft, and runs it up to your tip
>Coco repeats this motion twice more, before going back to blowing you
>She begins to stroke your dick with her mouth from about the four inch mark, to about the two inch mark
>She looks up at you eagerly, and hopefully
>You moan and shut one of your eyes in response in order to reassure her she’s doing a good job
>A smile crosses her mouth, and she refocuses her attention on your dick
>She allows her mouth to venture a little further up your shaft with each stroke now, as she reaches almost the tip of your dick before sliding her mouth down to the middle of your penis
>You continue to motivate her with moans and shallow breathing, as she continues to work her magic on your dick
>She’s surprising you greatly with how well she’s doing for her first time
>You can’t help but make a mental comparison between her and your former partners, but even compared to those sluts, she’s doing a damn-fine job
“Are you sure this is your first time?” you jokingly ask. “You’re doing an amazing job.”
>She laughs gleefully from behind your dick, and allows her mouth to slide off of it for a moment
>”Thanks Anon,” she says, stroking your dick lightly with a hoof
>She then slides her hoof down to the base of your shaft, and inserts your member back into her mouth
>She slides her head down your shaft as usual, but when she begins to pull her head back up, she moves her hoof alongside her head, covering the area her mouth can’t quite get to without her gag reflex protesting
>Your body applauds her technique with a loud moan, and reflexively shutting your eyes
>As she continued to use her new method, your body bent over slightly, and you grabbed harder onto her bed sheets
>After a another half of a minute, she stopped using her new technique, and tried another one
>As she took her hoof off your shaft. she began to push her head towards the base of your shaft, but dipped her head down until she hit the midway point, and bounced her head back up as she pulled her head back towards the tip of your head
>It was as if she was blowing you in a circular motion
>She allowed your dick to almost completely exit her mouth, before dipped her head back down to the middle of your member
“Ho-ly hay baby, where on Ea-rth did you learn that?” you ask in between gasps
>She pulls off your dick for a moment to speak
>”Porn has some benefits sweetie.” she says happily, before returning her mouth to your shaft  
>She continues using her current technique for a little while longer, before adding a little bit of spice to her routine
>Before she reaches the head of your penis, she stops for a moment, and swirls her tongue around around your corona two to three times
>After she does this, she dips her head back down as she envelops your member in her mouth, repeating the new cycle she’s created
>After another couple of minutes, you feel some build up forming inside your dick
“Coco, I’m close,” you manage to force out
>She pulls off your cock one more time and begins stroking it
>”Hey Anon, mind telling me a little bit about swallowing? I don’t really know much about it.”
“Well,” you begin, in between pants and moans, “It’s supposed… ung... to be… incredibly errotic for a guy to see a girl swallow his...mmm... cum! But I’ve never really had it happen to me before. My previous girlfriends… would spit it out when I… augh… came. They told me it tasted really nasty… and I don’t know if you would- AUGH”
>Your sentence was interrupted by Coco suddenly deep-throating you, and blowing you as fast as she could
>You could tell her gag reflex was screaming in protest, as you heard her choking and gagging as she forced your dick to the back of her throat
>Your body forced itself to lean backwards, and you placed your hands behind your back on the bed to steady yourself
>Your neck craned backwards, and your eyes forced themselves shut as sweat began pouring down your forehead
>As Coco’s mouth slammed into the base of your dick, all you became aware of was the buildup growing in your dick
“Get ready honey here it comes…” you manage to force out
>With a loud cry, you begin to empty your load into Coco’s mouth
>Reflexively, you reach up, and grab Coco’s head, forcing her to your dick
>One of her eyes close half-way, and tears begin to flow from pain, but she clenches her eyes shut, and holds strong through the tidal wave of cum that’s streaming down her throat
>After you finish, you fall back onto the bed, your cock flying out of Coco’s mouth, and begin panting heavily
“Coco… sweetie… that… was amazing…”
>You take another couple of seconds to rest, before you sit up, and look at your girlfriend, who is smiling at you with puffed out cheeks
>She then swallows the load you delivered, and licks the cum splatters that had formed on the side of her face
>Holy shit, your friends were right; having a chick swallowing your cum is hot
>"How was it?" she she asks seductively
>All you can do is fall back onto the bed and give her a thumbs up
>You feel her slide up on your chest, and place her soft tongue on your abdominal region
>She begins lapping the cum that sprayed onto your dick when you forcefully pulled out of her mouth
“Dang Coco, is my cum that tasty?” you pant
>”Honestly, it’s not very good.” she says in between licks. “However, it’s oddly satisfying.”
>She continues to lap at your chest for a few more moments, before the memory of you shoving her mouth as far onto your dick as it would go hits you like a rock
“Oh crap…” you say out loud
>”What is it?”
“Coco, is your throat alright?”
>She looks up at you, a hint of amusement sparkling in her eyes
>You feel her slide up on your chest, and place her soft tongue on your abdominal region
 
>”The back of my throat’s a little sore, but other than that, I’m fine. Although I think that deep throating and your… enthusiastic actions at the end killed my gag reflex. Let me check real quick.”
>She shifts her body backwards so that her head is directly overtop your dick, and takes a moment’s pause to admire the globs of cum that are still stuck to it
>She slowly slides it back into her mouth, and moves her head down your shaft, enveloping your dick in her mouth
>A small grunt escapes your mouth, as a final spurt of cum flies from the tip of your still sensitive dick
>She manages to reach the base with no gagging or choking whatsoever though
>As she pulls her head off your dick, a small smile fixates itself on her lips, and she swallows the cum that she had picked up from your dick
>”So it looks like deep-throating is a viable option now,” she says happily
>As you began to take more steady breaths, you sat up as much as you could, and thought about your next course of action
>You knew it was impolite to refuse to eat a lady out after she had done you a service in sucking your dick, so eat Coco out you shall
“Alright, you say, collapsing back onto her bed yet again in a post-orgasm daze. “Bring your pussy.. OVER to mah face!”
>”I’m sorry, what?” she asked puzzledly, trotting over to where your head was
“Put your vagina up to my lips so I can eat you out,” you respond dizzily
>”Th-that’s OK Anon. If you don’t mind, I’d rather skip anymore foreplay and get straight to the sex.”
>Confused, you look tilt your head backwards to look at her, and blink each eye individually
>After a few seconds of mulling it over, you decide not to fight Coco
>Damn, you really wanted to eat her out too…
“Alright…” you reply disappointedly.
>”Next time Anon, I swear I’ll let you do it. It’s just that… I’ve wanted this for a long time, and now that the opportunity’s here, I really want to capitalize on it.”
>You nod, understanding her position, and sit fully upright
>You stretch for a second before getting off her bed
>Even though she just wants to get on with it, you still want to make sure her first time is as painless as possible
“You got any lube?”
>She seems slightly shocked at your sudden request, but she soon recovers, and points at her bedside table
>”In the drawer. Why?’
“So that your hymen won’t tear.” (>not wanting to rip that hymen from her and claim her as your own)
>As you open the drawer, she walks around to your side, and looked somewhat shocked at your statement
>”You can avoid hymen tearing?”
“Yep,” you reply, taking the lube and popping the cap off
 >You squirt some into your hand, and being stroking your dick
>When you’re dick is nice and slippery, you turn to face Coco and smile
“Ready?”
>”She nods
>”As I’ll ever be.”
>The two of you slowly walk back over to her bed, and she hops up on it
>You kiss her briefly on the lips, before she lays down belly-up, exposing her pussy to you
>”Alright Anon, I’m all yours. Take me.” she says lovingly
>You nod, and position yourself so that you’re dick is hovering just above her box
>Even from this angle, you can see she’s soaking wet
>Sweet, this will go a lot smoother
>Slowly, you push your member towards her pussy, and hang there for a moment, before pushing inside her
>A sharp gasp emerges from her mouth, as you continue to push your shaft inside of her
>You eventually hit her hymen, but as you continue to push, it opens up for your dick, and allows you full entry
>Coco notices this, and looks down at your dick in joy
>”I-it went in! And I don’t feel any pain!”
>You chuckle briefly at sudden outburst of child-like wonder before re-focusing your attention on the task at hand
>You feel her walls closing on your dick as you continue to push in
>You wait for a moment for them to finish identifying and experimenting with this new object inside of Coco before continuing
>Finally, after they settled on a tight squeeze on your dick, you pushed as far into Coco as you could
>The tightness that her contracted walls provided felt amazing
>As you slide your dick towards her vaginal opening, you can already feel some pressure building within your shaft
“You doing alright honey?” you ask as you continue to pull back
>You look down at her, and notice her tongue is hanging out of her smiling mouth, and she’s nodding slowly
>”Please… don’t stop,” she gasps
>Happy to oblige, you pull your dick back to where the first two inches are completely out of her vagina
>You then slowly push it back in as far as it will go, and repeat the process several times over
>Shaky breaths are pulled into, and forced out of Coco’s lungs, as you slowly thrust into her
>After a few more strokes, your experimental side emerges, and various positions you’ve seen begin to enter your mind
“Mind if I try a couple of  things?”
>”Be- be my guest…”
>You grab her hind legs around their fetlocks, and hoist them around your neck
>She gasps in pleasure, as your dick makes direct contact with her g-spot for the first time
>You continue to thrust slowly, taking your time, and making sure she’s getting as much pleasure out of it she can
>As your dick makes constant contact with her g-spot, her eyes begin to flutter, and more pants and moans begin to flood from her lungs as opposed to solid breaths
>After another couple minutes of thrusting, Coco places a hoof on your chest
>”Anon… I’m close… and I d-don’t want to cum yet…” she forces out
>You nod your head, and release her legs from above your head
>Instead of going back to your prior position, you instead decide to change to the Missionary  
>Coco looks up at you with wonder as you slide your body to be slightly perpendicular to hers, and press yourself on hers
>”Oh.. o-oh my…”
“Wrap your hind legs around my back,” you command, as you pull her into a hug
>She does so, and you press your lips into hers
>You begin thrusting slowly into her again, as you stay locked in your kiss  
>Eventually, she wraps her forelegs around your midriff, and begins kissing you passionately
>This time, you’re the one to initiate a French kiss, as you open your mouth, and slide your tongue into her closed mouth
>She gladly permits you entry, and you move your tongue to the middle of her mouth
>She flicks her tongue up at yours, and you pin hers lightly to the bottom of her mouth
>Coco moans lightly as your tongue continues to explore her mouth
>After maintaining the kiss for a few more moments, you break it momentarily to catch your breath
>You then begin kissing her in short busts, giving her a quick peck on her lips, taking a breather, and giving her another quick peck repeatedly
>With each kiss you plant on her lips, you thrust your shaft into her box
>Both sets of her legs tighten around your body as you continue to make love to her
>Soon enough, both of you are drenched in sweat, and panting in unison
>She’s succeeded thus far in keeping her hips to herself, but her resolve finally broke, and she allowed herself to thrust into you
>At first her movements were awkward, and out of sync with your own thrusts
>After a few minutes though, her thrusts were in sync with yours
>The combination of synced breathing, thrusting, and panting made if feel as if you were two halves of one person, and the two of you had finally joined together
>You continued with your current pattern for several minutes, before Coco leans her head to the side to avoid another kiss
>”A-Anon, I-I’m close…” she gasps
>You nod, and shift your body so that you’re no longer in the missionary position
>You then put your arms behind your back, and grab the canons of her legs
>Once again, you hoist them around your neck, elevating her entire body, and began thrusting your hips quicker
>Her teeth clenched in pleasure, and her breathing transforms into pants alone
>”Do-o-o-n’t stop!” she cries out in pleasure
“Not... planning… on… it,” you respond through clenched teeth of your own
>After another few seconds, you hear Coco shriek, and her body begins convulsing wildly
>A guiser seems to erupt from the depths of her cave, as a large volume of yellow liquid squirts out of her pussy at once
>Your dick, acting as a makeshift cork, is able to block a good chunk of it, but you’re crotch and a little bit of your abdominal area get drenched
>Holy shit, you knew horses squirted a lot of cum during their maregasm, but you didn’t think it’d be this much
>As the smell of musty hay wafts off the cum and enters your nostrils, you feel the pressure build to it’s max within your dick
>You were pretty close before, but something in that cum drove you over the edge
>With a loud cry escaping your mouth, you empty your load into Coco
>You collapse on top of Coco, completely and utterly exhausted
>As your body falls on top of hers, your dick pulls out of her box, allowing the remaining marecum that your dick had blocked to flow freely
>Coco gave a satisfied groan as the yellow liquid that had been bottled up poured out of her pussy
>Her legs go lax, and her head falls backwards onto the bed, and she begins panting loudly
>You look at her after a few moments, and notice that her tongue is hanging from her droopily grinning mouth
>You smile down at her, and wrap her into a hug
>You turn your body sideways so she can return the embrace without needing much strength
>After a few moments, she wraps her trembling legs around your midriff
>”That… was…. amazing…”
>You smile, and close your eyes in satisfaction
>The two of you lay in happy silence for a few minutes, before Coco speaks
>”So… how- how did I do compared to your other partners?” she asks nervously    
>Your eyes open halfway, and you look at her amusedly
“Hey, why the sudden interest in my past girlfriends? You were great. That’s all that matters.”
>”P-please Anon… I just want to know how I compare.. for my own comfort.”
“Coco,” you say, stroking the back of her mane. “Let me tell you a thing about my exes. One is currently a hooker, and the other was a gold digger who now is raising two kids on her own. No matter how good their sex was, they don’t even come close to matching you in terms of how filling the relationship is to me. For the record though, you were better than the better of the two.”
>”You’re not lying to me, are you?”
>You responded by kissing her on her forehead, and tightening your embrace around her
>She smiles to herself, leans into your body, and closes her eyes
>Soon enough, your fatigue catches up to you, and you allow yourself to drift off into sleep
 
>It’s now two weeks latter
>You’re currently working with your company on the next step of technological innovation for Equestria
>They called it the Digital Video Disk Player, or the DVD Player for short
>You’ve been working on this thing for the past seven months, and your company is now putting the finishing touches on your final design
>The company had gone through hundred of failed devices, but you were all praying that this one would be a success
>Things had been going pretty well in your relationship with Coco as well
>For the past two weeks you’ve been fucking like, for a lack of a better term, animals
>You still haven’t had the chance to eat her out like you’ve wanted, she’s always found an excuse to side-step it, but other than that, she’s done everything you’ve ever asked her to do
>Be it her dressing up, role playing, ball sucking, the works
>Some nights have gotten crazy as fuck, and one time you somehow managed to put a dent in her dresser
>However, something had been nagging at you for the past few days
>So far the two of you have done what you and you alone have wanted to do
>Even before the sex, she never gave her input on where she wanted to eat, where she wanted to spend the day, what she wanted for dinner that night, or on anything for that matter
>Whenever you asked for her input, she merely said she wanted you to decide
>Why it hit you so suddenly, you have no clue. But it did, and now it’s constantly in the back of your mind
>You were currently overseeing the operation. until your boss opened the door to his office, telling you that you had a phone call
“Hello?” you ask putting the phone up to your ear
>”A-Anon?” Coco’s voice nervously comes from the receiver. “It’s Coco.”
“Hey, what’s up sweetheart? You sound worried, what’s wrong?”
>”I-I’m in heat…”
>You drop the phone in shock, and reach to grab it before it hits the floor
>Your hand manages to bump the bottom, making it fly up into the air
>You manage to swing it up again, and tap it once again on the bottom, before grabbing it out of the air
“Wha-what?” you say as you press the phone to your ear, and try to keep your voice quiet. “Have you tried pleasuring yourself at all?”
>”I-it didn’t do any good! Anon, please, I need you now!”
“Alright, alright, I need a few minutes to finish this up, and I’ll rush over. See you soon.”
>”Mhm,”
>You put the phone back onto the receiver, and briskly walk out of the office
“Alright, something came up with my girlfriend, how far are we away from finishing this thing?”
>”Putting the finishing touches on it now,” replied Brown Wrench
>You look over at the DVD Player, and see two stallions screwing in the plastic covering that protected the DVD tray
“Sweet. Plug it in.”
>Two additional stallions pulled the TV set back, and revealed the brightly colored AV cables in the back
>A single stallion puts the DVD Player beside the step, and you plug it in
>With a press of a button, the TV flicks on, and you turn on the DVD Player
>The DVD logo pops up on the screen
>As a fifth stallion puts the DVD in the tray, your entire group holds their breath
>For a second, the screen goes dark, then the test video you were recorded a while ago begins playing on the screen
>Shouts erupt from within the room, as the entire group laughs and hugs each other at the success of the product  
>After a few seconds, you remind yourself of your girlfriend’s current situation, and begin to head towards the door
“Alright guys I gotta bail. Good work today, I’ll see you all in the morning.”
>Five minutes later, you’re sprinting into Coco’s workplace, drenched in sweat
>”Oh… hello Anon.. are you here to see Coco?” Flare asks, eying your savage-like appearance
“Y-eah. Need…. to see…. her right… now….”
>”Well you better make your visit brief, she’s gonna be meeting with our boss soon."
>SHIT
“Thanks Flare,” you say, sprinting towards the elevator  
>You tap the “Up” arrow repeatedly, until the elevator finally reaches your floor
>You rush inside the steel box, and jam your finger into the number “6” button
>Time seems to move at a crawl as the elevator climbs the building
>When the small “ding” sounds overhead, you rush out of the double doors, and reach Coco’s office as quickly as you can
>You pound your fist on her door until she opens the door, looking very distraught
>"What's going... oh, it's you Anon. You're looking... nice..."
"Nevermind my appearance. Mind if I come in?"
>Her eyes dilate to slits, and she begins nodding vigorously
>"Yes... please do come in!"
>You hurry inside her room, and immediately begin throwing your clothes off
>A-Anon! Wait for me to close the door!" Coco shouts stressfully, slamming the door shut
"Sorry. I wanna get this over with before your boss gets here," you respond, tossing your trousers to the side
>Coco stares intently at the bulge in your underwear, until you hurriedly slide them down to your legs, and kick them off
>She opens her mouth wide with her tongue out, and lunges for your dick, before you stick your hand out, and stop her by her head
“Hang on there honey,” you say, chuckling slightly. “I need to make you cum as quickly as possible. The only foreplay we can afford to do right now is me going down on you.”
>She looks down, and you can see she’s visibly trembling, as she contemplates her options
>She gives a slight whine, before looking up at you with large eyes
>”OK..”
>You nod, and lead her over to her couch
>You pick her up around her midriff, and lightly place her on the couch
>As you straddle her, you bend over, and meet her lips with yours
>She moans loudly into your mouth, and wraps her forelegs around your midriff, before you break the kiss, and begin moving down her body
>You stop at her neck, her chest, her crotch, and finally her inner thigh, kissing each one on your way to her pussy
>You can feel her body tremble with each kiss, and when you reach her box, you run two fingers across her lips
>Puckering your lips, you softly blow a steady stream of cold air into her pussy
>She trembles once more, and you go to work
>Sticking out your tongue, you run it up the middle of her vagina to feel it out
>It was already dripping, and it had a slight tangy taste to it
>You run your tongue up the middle of her box again, before moving your mouth to her covered clitorous, and sucking on it lightly
>It began to open and close as you did so, dripping various amounts of cum into your mouth as it did so
>It tasted awful, but she handled yours, so you could handle hers  
>You pull back after several seconds of sucking, and swallowed the foul-tasting liquid
>As the warm liquid hits the back of your throat, your tongue reflexively falls out of your mouth, and you allow it to dangle there for a couple of seconds before playing it off by going back to licking her pussy
>You allow your tongue five more slow strokes up the middle of her box, before lightly planting kisses around her pussy
>Her body shivers, and a small coo escapes her mouth, and you soon resume licking
>As you continue to go down on her, you allow your hands to wander, as you run them up her inner thighs
>This secondary form of stimulation caused Coco to bend forward to where her body was almost folded in half
>She then wraps her forelegs around your head, and forces you deeper into her pussy
>”Oh my goodness.. wh-y-y didn’t I let you do this before?” she moaned
>Your mouth curls into a smile, as you begin planting kisses just outside of her vaginal lips  
>Your teasing brings about another wave of moans from Coco, as she pulls your head even closer to her body than before
>You then go back to your previous licking tactic, but you know run a finger along her sheilded clitorous  
>Soon enough though, it was opening to your fingers, and her cum began running onto your bald head
>Slowly, it ran down the side of your face, and wound up on your chest
>It felt silky and warm, and only sent your further into Coco’s pussy  
>You dug into it passionately, pressing your tongue into it as far as it could go while still taking long strokes up the middle of her box
>Her body trembled violently, and you could tell she was close
>She began moaning loudly as you continued your assault on her pussy, and she began thrusting into her mouth
>”Anon.. I’m… I’m…!”
>Suddenly, there were several loud knocks on her door
>”Coco! It’s me! Silver Needle! I’ve come to check on the progress you’ve made on the outfits!"
>Your eyes widen, and move to meet Coco's also enlarged eyes
>"J-just a minute!" she calls out, as you untangle yourself from her vice grip
>You then jump off her couch, and scramble to pick up your clothes off the ground, before making a beeline towards her desk
>As you slide underneath it, you crack your head against a small part of it that was hanging down, and burn your ass on her carpet floor
>You let out a low groan, and begin rubbing your temples to try and ease the pain of your new mind-splitting headache
>Coco then rushes to the door, where she puts on her most convincing fake smile before throwing the door open
>"Mr. Needle! It's so good to see you!" you hear Coco tell her boss nervously
>"The same to you Coco sweetie! But if I may ask, what was all the commotion I heard in here a moment ago?"
>Your heart stopped dead at Needle's question, and you held your breath as you awaited Coco's response
>"O-oh. I was just cleaning up the place a little bit before you got here!" Coco smoothly lied
>Damn, she almost convinced you there
>You were now wondering how many times she had lied to you within the past two weeks about being comfortable with the various kinky things she did for you
>And at this point, guilt decided to assume full control of your emotions like the power-hungry cunt it was
>"Really? But I could've sworn I heard a man grunting in here..." Silver responded with genuine confusion in his voice
>"It-it must've been your mind playing tricks on you, because you're the the only man here!"
>Never before had you wanted to unite your palm and face as badly as you did now
>Really Coco? Fuckin' REALLY? Of ALL the things you could've said, THAT'S what you went with? There's no way in HELL HELL this guy would buy-
>”Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ve been hearing my secretaries calling to me throughout the day when they really weren’t, and I’m beginning to hear all these little noises around my house when there really aren’t any. Maybe I should go see a doctor about it.”
>”Maybe it’s just a lack of sleep Mr. Needle. I can clearly see the dark circles around your eyes.”
>You hear the stallion sigh, and hear the faint sound of him rubbing his eye
>”The past month’s been stressful. This show’s gonna be HUGE, and I have to constantly be on it 24/7. I’ve barely gotten any sleep this week.”
>”I know the feeling,” responds Coco genuinely. “All you need is a good night’s sleep and a little something to take your mind off the stress of work. It worked wonders for me.”
>”Really? What exactly did you do to ‘take the stress off,’”
>”Oh. My good friend Anon treated me to lunch, and the two of us had a great sleepover one night. Really helped take the stress off.”
>”Anon eh? Isn’t he the tall green guy you’re dating?”
>Coco paused for a moment, before words began tumbling out of her mouth
>”H-how d-d-d-did you know s-s-sir?”
>”One hears things when one is in charge of a company, and is in constant communication with his secretaries,” he responded, chuckling. “Don’t worry, I know all about young love, having been with Mrs. Needle myself for over twenty years. I’m just glad to know that you have someone in your life that makes you truly happy. Speaking of things that make you happy, I’m terribly sorry for all the work I’ve dumped on you over the past couple of months. You’ve just arrived and I’ve given you more orders to handle at once than I have my senior designers! I just want to let you know that you’re doing fabulously for a recruit. Although, if you ever feel that your workload is getting too much, please let me know, and I’ll try my hardest to alleviate your burden.”
>”Oh no, It’s fine sir. I’ve done much bigger orders when I was working for Suri. To be honest, I love working here. Your dress designs are amazing, and I love having the opportunity to make them.”
>”That’s always been a goal of mine, to keep my employees happy. Just because I run a semi-large business, doesn’t mean I have to treat my employees like dirt. Going back to our previous conversation for a moment, is this Anon person good to you?”
>”He’s amazing sir,” Coco responds lovingly  
>Holy shit, the sucker actually bought Coco’s excuse! Heh, good thing he’s been stressed out lately. Well, not so good for him, but good for Coco seeing as what would have happened had Needle found you out could’ve been disastrous for Coco
>You couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor guy though, having to go through the shit he does
>The guy probably takes so much shit from so many people. yet he still has a kind enough heart to treat his employees with respect and dignity
>Man, Coco wasn’t kidding when she said this guy was awesome. No way you could do what he does and not act like a bitch to everyone and everything
>As you continue to think about how based Needle is, the last statement Coco said creeps into your mind
>”He is amazing," she said, and she sounded sincere when she said it
>Thinking that someone could appreciate you as much as she did made tears form on the sides of your eyes
>You had to quickly kill the fuzzy feelings that were building inside of you, as you couldn’t afford to risk Coco losing her job
>Suddenly you heard the chair above you creak, as Coco sat down to rest for a second
>You looked up at her cream-colored body, and noticed you had a clean view of her still-wet pussy
>A mischievous smile spread across your face, as you decided risking Coco’s livelihood a little bit could be fun for the both of you
>You carefully angled yourself to where you were in  licking range of Coco’s pussy, and took a quick swipe at it
>As Needle was making some comments about how great Coco’s dresses were, she stifled a yelp, and purposefully dropped a pen underneath her desk to giver her some cover as she bent down to talk to you
>”Anon,” she worriedly whispered as her head appeared under the desk. “Please, stop. I don’t need stimulation right now, I can’t risk losing my job. Wait until after Mr. Needle leaves, and then we can get back to it. OK?”
>You nodded, and put on a fake smile, knowing you weren’t gonna listen to her
>She sighed, relieved, and picked up the pen
>”Thanks Anon!” she said gratefully
>As she popped her head back above the desk, you waited for a moment, before taking another two swipes at her marehood with your tongue
>You could hear her stifled moaning from above the desk as you ran your tongue up her pussy in one long, deliberate stroke
>You kissed the middle of her box a couple of times, and waited to take further action until she visited you again
>Sure enough, a few moments later, you heard the pen hit the floor again, and an even more nervous Coco looking at you
>”Anon, PLEASE, I’m BEGGING you, stop! I swear, if you do, I’ll let you do whatever you want when Mr. Needle leaves!”
>You raise two fingers to signal scout’s honor, and she disappears to the top of the table again
>You wait another few seconds before curling your tongue, and heading for her vagina
>One more time, and you’re done
>However, when you push your tongue into her vagina, you feel her walls constrict around it, disallowing any further movement inside her box
>Welp, that last one was one time too many, and now you’re sitting here looking like a jackass with your tongue sticking out
>You’d blow a rasberry if you could
>As you heard Coco continue to talk with her boss nervously, you let out an annoyed huff through your nostrils
>Well, you really didn’t have a right to be angry. Twice she asked you, politely asked you none the less, to stop, but you just had to do it one more time
>You puffed out your cheeks slightly for your own amusment, and decided to see how much of your tongue you could move
>You tried to push it up slightly, with a little bit of success, but unfortunately her walls adjusted to your movement, and closed in on your new tongue position, making what little movement you did have non-existent
>So there you sat, doing nothing except puffing out your checks every once in a while to amuse yourself
>The only things you were aware of was the fact that Coco and her boss were chit-chatting idly, the small pool of marecum that had formed in the crevice of your folded tongue, and the growing pain in your knees from kneeling
>An eternity seemed to pass, before you heard Coco’s door open, then close again, and your tongue was released from its captivity
>You swallowed what the small puddle of liquid on your tongue, before Coco paid you another visit underneath the table
>”Anon, I’m really sorry that I did that,” she said, looking somewhat ashamed. But I just couldn’t risk losing my job! Had he noticed you under here, I would’ve been gone within the hour.”
>Despite the fact that there was a whole second half to her sentence, your mind decided to focus only on the first part of what she said
>”Anon, I’m really sorry…”
>Those two words, “I’m sorry”, rang in your ears dozens of times over in a matter of seconds
>How many times has she said that to you within the past two months?
>You could list off at least three off the top of your head
>"I-I'm sorry Anon... I've never done this before and I don't know what to do...", “And I’m sorry I took your joke too literally.”, and now this
>Apologizing for things that she could not control. Attempting to share some of the blame for things that weren’t even her fault
 >And it wasn’t just her apologizing for every small thing that got you, but how the relationship was going overall
>Throughout the entire time you’ve been in this relationship with Coco, it’s been all about what you wanted to do
>”I don’t know where I want to eat. How about you decide?” “Anon, am i wearing this dress right? Do you like it?” “Was my performance believable Anon?” “How’s this feel? Good?” “Hey, lookie what I’m wearing! It’s your favorite dress!”      
>What she wanted always came up, but she always answered by saying she wanted what you wanted
>Even when you took her to do things you knew she loved doing, even when you went to see thing you knew she would love to see, she doubled-checked with you to make sure you wanted to do it
>Hell, today even, she wanted to start off by sucking your dick, but you denied her that action because you wanted to get things done and over with
>You knew it wasn’t out of genuine interest in what you wanted either, but rather it stemmed from a desire to please you
>As if she was afraid to lose you
>Guilt and sadness flooded your body, for not pushing for her happiness more
>For not making 100% sure that she really wanted what you wanted
>For not making sure she was herself satisfied with your relationship
>To hell with that, starting now, this thing is gonna be 50/50
>At that point you didn’t care if you had to force her to tell you what she wanted to do, you were gonna make sure she got to do stuff that she wanted to do in this relationship
>”Hey, you wanna pick back up where we left off?” Coco asked sweetly, interrupting your thoughts
>Starting now, with swallowing more of her disgusting marecum
"Let's do it," you say, starting to stand up
>As you stand a couple inches off the ground, the pain returns to your head, and your you feel a slight pain in your ass
“GYAH!” you cry, losing your balance and falling
>”Are you alright?” Coco cried, rushing to your front
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. I just bumped my head while sliding under the table. I’ll be fine.”
>You attempt to get up again, and try to ignore the pain rushing back to your head
>As you finally make it to your feet, you stagger a little bit, and lean on the table for support
>Coco steps forward to help you, but you hold up a hand to ward her off
>After another few seconds, the pain begins to reside, and you’re able to stand on your own
>You smile at Coco to let her know you’re OK, and she gives a relieved sigh
>She begins to trot over to her couch, before stopping, and taking a look over her shoulder to make sure you were OK
>You stand there for a couple more seconds, before slowly making your way to the couch as well
>She hops up on it, and waits for you to make your way over to the couch
>When you finally arrive, she looks off to the side in shame
>”You-you’re not mad at me, are you Anon?” she asks, and a surprised look crosses your face
“Why would I be?”
>”Well, I did kind of keep your tongue captive against your will…”
>Hello guilt old friend
>You scrunch your left eye, as you wish that you could escape the constant feeling of guilt if just for a little bit
>However, you knew you had made your own bed, and you were gonna have to sleep in it
“No Coco, I’m not mad. Although I am sorry for almost costing you your job.”
>”It’s fine Anon,” she responded, smiling a relieved smile. “I still have my job don’t I?”
>You give a sad nod, before straddling her again
>Now was not the time to be sorry for yourself, you had a job to do
>You bent down, and kissed Coco on the lips again
>You worked your tongue to the entrance of her mouth, and she graciously accepted it
>You remain like this for several moments, complete with Coco shutting her eyes and moaning softly into your mouth, before breaking the kiss
>A small trail of saliva  continues to contact your mouths as you pull away, before you break it by shutting your mouth
>You shift your body once again so that your head is hovering above her pussy  
>You bend over, and touch your tongue to her vaginal lips
>You run your tongue up the middle of her vagina, before planting kisses in its center
>A small shiver runs through her body as you kiss it twice more
>You then roll your tongue again, and touch her box’s opening with it
>She allows herself to coo once, as your tongue enters her body
>Once again, you allow her body to properly get acquainted with your tongue
>After her walls squeeze your tongue as much as they can without restricting your movement, you push it as far back as it will go
>When your mouth collides with her lips, you slowly pull back until your tongue has almost completely exited her, and you then push it back in
>She tasted a little bitter and tarty, but nothing you couldn’t handle
>You continued to do this for 10 minutes, before her body began shaking, and she let loose a loud cry as she orgasmed
>You didn’t quite get her to maregasm, but a decent amount of fluid began to pour down your throat
>Whatever didn’t naturally slide down your throat you allowed to collect at the back of your mouth, which you then swallowed after her orgasm subsided
>You allowed yourself a brief grimace, before you sat up, and looked at a panting Coco
>She took a few seconds to recover, but when she did, she looked up at you with a smile
>”Thanks Anon. That really helped. Now, how about I return the favor.”
>You were about to object, before the promise you made to yourself came to memory
>You pause for a moment to choose what you were gonna say next
“Whatever you want darling.” you respond, smiling
>She squees gleefully, before sliding out from underneath you, and motioning for you to lay down
>As you slide your body down onto the couch, she lays her chest on top of your legs, and waits for you to get comfy
>When you finally stop moving your body, she lifts a foreleg to the base of the undercarriage of your dick, and slides it up your shaft  
>She then reaches her neck down, and with her tongue, she begins licking your nuts with slow; methodical strokes
>You groan in pleasure as your back naturally arches backward
>After a couple more licks, she opens her mouth wide, and takes a single testicle into her mouth
>She begins lightly sucking on it, occasionally licking it inside her mouth
>After a few seconds of sucking on one nut, she focuses on the other, and she begins continuously swaps testicles after a few moments of suckng on one
>Various noises eject from your throat as she continues, the fact that you can make some of them surprise you  
>Eventually she stopped sucking on your sack, and put both forehooves on their respective sides of your dick
>She slides her left down your shaft as she slides the other up to your buddy’s head
>She then of course, slides each hoof in the opposite direction, completely stroking each side of your dick
>Coco continues to do this for a few more moments before she modifies her techniques a little bit
>Instead of making a complete cycle with her hooves, she resets each one to their original positions  
>She strokes each side of your dick in opposite directions exclusively a few times, before she switches which hoof goes up your shaft, and which hoof goes down your shaft
>You can’t help but groan loudly, as your body returns to it’s full laying position before forcing itself to bend slightly at your abdomen
>”Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Coco states kindly  
“You’re doing amazing Coco…” you breathe
>She giggles, and licks the tip of your dick once playfully
>Eventually, she places both hooves at the top of your shaft, and slowly pulls them both down your member
>As she tugs on your dick, she licks its head every few seconds, and your shaft whenever her hooves reach the bottom of your member
>Your neck reflexively cranes backwards, and a low groan escapes your lips
>Even through her tongue is currently in mid-lick on your head, she still manages to giggle
>She then slowly pushes her mouth onto your dick, and works her head down your member alongside her hooves
>Slowly, but surely, she swallows your dick, until her head has reached its base
>She removes her forehooves, and slowly pulls her head up
>As she draws her head up, she swirls her tongue around your shaft as if she were cleaning it
>She pulls off your member with an audible “pop”, and licks the head of your dick once
>She then pushes your member back into her mouth, and dips her head down as she pushes it to the back of her throat
>As she once again pulls off your dick, she runs her tongue up the bottom of your shaft. and swallows your member again
>She continues to do this, licking a different part of your dick each time she pulls off
>The third time, she ran her tongue up the side of your dick. The fourth time, she took a swift swipe at your rocks. The fifth time, she didn’t pull off completely, but instead jerked her head forward a couple of inches before retreating and pushing your dick back to the back of her mouth again
>After she did that, she continued using her new method, except randomizing what she did each time
>Sometimes she licked your dick’s head twice, sometimes she licked the side of your shaft then your balls
>You had no idea what to expect, and that only succeeded in driving you closer to orgasm
>Each time she licked an area felt like you were getting a present
>The effect was almost the same too, except the excitement took place in a different region of your body
>Hot damn, the variety she was using made what you did seem like child’s play
 >You continued showering her with constant moans and groans to let her know she was doing a good job
>Soon enough, you could feel the pressure that was building in your dick rise to it’s peak
“Coco, I’m gonna cum!” you manage to force out through gritted teeth
>She pulls off for just long enough to say, “Let me have it baby!”
>With a loud groan, you let loose your load the second she puts your dick back into your mouth
>Your dick twitches a total of three times, each one releasing a different volume of fluid
>Coco’s eyes close slightly, moaning each time a wave of cum hits the back of her throat
>As she allows your load to drip down her throat, she puts a hoof to her pussy,and rubs it furiously
>After your third wave hits her throat, her eyes close, and her head arches backwards, as a steady stream of her own fluid leaks from her box
>She swallows as much as your cum as she can, before slowly pulling off your dick, leaving behind various globs of semen as she does so
>Coco then tilts her head back, and swallows the rest of your load, before swallowing your dick once more to get what globs remained
>She then collapsed onto your body, allowing your dick to pop out of her mouth before giving it a couple of happy strokes
>Still sensitive to the touch, a final stream of the white liquid flies out of your dick, and lands across her face
>She doesn’t seem to care though, as she lays panting on your abdomen as if nothing happened
>You, on the other hand, lay panting and resting your head against the arm of her couch, trying to regain your breath and your stamina
>It took you a couple of minutes, but eventually you were able to sit up a little bit, and examine Coco
>You notice the strand of cum that currently lays across her face, and giggle to yourself
“Coco… you’ve got a little something on your face…”
>”Hm? Oh, I know. I’m just… I’m just too tired to clean it off right now,” she responds sleepily
>You place a shaking hand on her head, and feel the vibrations in her head from her light snoring
>Asleep already?
>You look at her peacefully sleeping, and admire how cute she looks
>Soon enough, you feel your own eyes grow heavy, and you join her in sleep
>After what seems like only a few minutes, you wake up, and feel some sort of cloth wrapped around your crotch
>You look at your crotch, and notice you’re currently wearing your underwear
>As you tilt your head over to the side, you see Coco packing her things up
>She casts a look over up at you, and smiles when she sees you’re awake
>”Hey sleepyhead,” she says, trotting over to where you were laying
>She kisses you on the forehead, and nuzzles you slightly
“How long was I out?”
>”About two hours Mr. Sex machine. Speaking of which, how about me head over to my place, so we can cool me off?”
>Startled, you just slightly where you were laying
“You’re still in heat?”
>She embarrassedly looks down, and rubs the back of her neck with a foreleg
>”Yeah.. eustress is pretty brutal for horses. Constantly horny, you know? Although our last session helped a lot. It’s not as bad as it was this afternoon.”
>You nod to yourself, and slowly stand up.”
“Sure. Just let me get my clothes on.”
 
>Fast-forward to a half-hour later
>You’re currently standing in Coco’s foyer, waiting for her to lead the way to the bedroom
>She practically sprints up the steps when she enters the house, and you quickly follow in suit
>When you arrive in her room, she quickly shuts the door, and turns to face you
>After leaping into your arms, she plants a kiss on your lips, and looks lustfully into your eyes
>”So.. what’ll it be tonight? The maid outfit? Teacher roleplay? There’s always that slutty cop outfit I just got that we could try out.”  
“Actually,” you respond, bringing her into a semi-hug. “I was thinking we could let you take the reigns tonight, and let you decide what we do tonight.”
>”O-oh... N-no, it’s fine. I want to do what you to do Anon,” she says, chuckling nervously
>Your expression changes from one of happiness to one of soft seriousness
“Coco honey…” you begin, not totally sure what you want to say. “I have a question. Do you actually enjoy the stuff we do in the bedroom?”
>”Wh-what? Of- of course I do Anon! Why would I do them if I-?”
“I need you to be one-hundred percent honest with me here Coco. Do you enjoy the sex we have?”
>She looks at you worriedly, and then looks to the floor sadly
>”Honestly?” she asks timidly
>You nod in response
>She takes a quick breath to calm herself before she responds
>”I do, for the most part. However, the constant role play and dress up is starting to get a bit grading, and some of your fantasies scare me…”
>Her voice got quiet when she mentioned the fear
“Such as what?” you ask calmly, stroking her mane
>”...Some of the stuff like the rape role play, and the bribe sex roleplay make me feel really uncomfortable. I honestly don’t enjoy those very much at all… Not saying I don’t like being the submissive, I really do, it’s just those really scare me, pretend or not
>Your heart sank slightly, seeing as those were the two that you did the most of
“Now see, this is why I asked you. Throughout our entire relationship, it’s been wholly about me. Even when it comes to things that you wanna do, you always check with me first to make sure I want to do them. That’s not fair to you Coco, seeing as this thing is supposed to be 50/50. Now don't take this the wrong way, I'm not mad at you, in in fact, I'm more disappointed with myself for not making sure you were happy. All I want is for you to be happy."
>She nods quietly, and snivels
>"I'm sorry I've made you worry Anon. I just... I just want to make sure you're happy. I'm constantly afraid you're going to leave me because I lack experience in so many areas. I feel so inadequate every aspect because you have experience with these kinds of things. I just wanted to make sure you stayed with me."
>Ah, the problem finally shows itself
>"Coco, whose bedroom are we currently standing in?"
>"Mine..." she says with a sniff
"Who have I been having sex with for the past two weeks?"
>"Me..." she says, slightly more confident
"Who am I currently holding in my arms, comforting?"
>"Me."
"That's right. You. There's a reason I left my other two exes, and there's a reason I'm currently in a relationship with you. Every single relationship is different honey. I might as well have started from square one when we got together. Although, if you must have some reassurance, you're better than my exes in every aspect. Neither of them would go to this length to make me happy."
>She dries a stray tear from her eye, and hugs you around the neck
>You return the embrace for a few moments, before pulling away to look at her face
"So. What do you wanna do tonight? "
>She looks bashfully at the ground, and lets out a nervous giggle
>"Well,” she begins nervously, chuckling slightly. “There is ONE thing I wanted to try…”
“Name it sweetie.”
“I’ve always wanted to try… anal…”
>Her voice got quiet when she said “anal”, and her gaze dropped to the floor
>Your mouth dropped open into  a goofy grin as red flooded your cheeks in embarrassment
>For a moment the two of you sat in silence, until you spoke
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you say comfortingly. “Let’s do it.”
>She looks up at you happily, and you place her gently on the bed
>After making a quick trip to her drawer for the lube, you begin to take off your clothes, bottoms-first
>When your dick is fully displayed, you lather it generously with lube
>You walk back over to Coco’s bed while pulling your shirt off
>She rolls onto her stomach spread-eagle, and you can see her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear
>As you hop onto her bed behind her, and position your dick so that it’s facing her puffy amus
>You take a deep breath, and slowly push your dick forward to where it’s almost touching her back door
“You ready?” you ask
>She nods, and whimpers slightly
>Slowly and gently, you push your dick into her shitter
>A small gasp emerges from her mouth, as she looks behind her shoulder at you lovingly
“This feeling alright?”
>”It- it feels amazing…”
>You nod, and continue to push into her anus until your groin hits hers
>You clench your teeth, allowing your dick to get accustomed to the tightness of her anus
>This thing’s grip makes her vaginal walls look weak in comparison
>You can barely move as you pull your dick back towards the opening of her dock
>In your mind you give thanks for having applied lube before entering her rectum
>After a couple of experimental pumps, you start fully thrusting into her slowly into her butthole
>She lets loose very quiet moans, as you continue to make love to her anus
>You continue to thrust into her ass for a few minutes, before the thought to change positions enters your mind
“Coco, mind if I change positions real quick?” you ask through gritted teeth
>She can only give a small squeak, and a lazy shake of the head as a response
>You lightly grab her around her midriff, and slowly lift her up to where she’s facing parallel to your body  
>She cries loudly in pleasure, as you inch forward to gain some distance between you and the edge of her bed
>When you’re confident you can lean backwards without falling off her bed, you lay back, allowing her body to rest on top of yours
>She gives a couple shaky breaths, before you begin thrusting into her again
>From this spot you can penetrate her anus a little deeper, but that’s not the reason for switching to this position
“Now Coco, from here you should be able to take control. If you want to be the dominant for a little bit, just give the word.”
>You can see her tongue hanging out, as she slowly nods her head to acknowledge your statement  
>After a few more moments of fucking in silence Coco finally speaks
>”A-Anon… I think I want to take over now…” she says cautiously
>You nod, and pull your dick back to where it’s barely inside of her rectum, and stop moving
“Go ahead.”
>After a second or two of hesitation, she slowly lifts her hips up, and shakily brings them back down
>You both let out shuddering breaths almost simultaneously after this first motion
>She allows herself a moment’s rest, before continuing to move her hips
>She does an arching movement as she lifts her hips up, and a dipping motion as she drops her hips on your dick
>Even though you’re the one receiving primary pleasure, she seems to be getting the most out of this experience
>Her breathing has become increasingly shuttery, and pants are quickly becoming more common than regular breaths
>As she continues to take charge, she experiments a little with her motions
>Sometimes she moves her hips straight up and down, other times she would thrust faster, other times she would thrust at a snail’s pace
>However, after a minute of taking the reigns, all of Coco’s movements began to get clumsy, and disjointed
>Her thrusting became far less confident, and her overall movements became slower
>"A-Anon?” she asked embarrassedly after a few more moments. “Would… would you kindly help me out?”  
>You chuckle to yourself, and place your hands on her hips
>Slowly, you lift her up and then back down your shaft, making sure she was comfortable as you did
>”Mind going a- a little faster Anon?”
>You quicken your pace a little, but that causes Coco’s body to tighten
>”A- a little slower please,” she says in a panicked tone
>You slow your lifts down a hair, and Coco’s body begins to relax
>”Perfect. Thanks Anon.”  
>You can only let loose a small grunt in response, as you continue to pull her up and down your dick at a slow pace
>Coco continues to moan and pant as you continue to guide her body
>You look up at her head, and notice a small bit of saliva is slowly oozing off her tongue
>Her head jerks slightly, allowing the trail of spit to dislodge off her tongue and fly onto the bed somewhere
"Tell me if you want me to change positions again Coco," you say after a few more seconds of butt-fucking
>She can only give a small nod in response, as another trail of spit creeps off her tongue
>You return to your previous silence with the occasional sound of pleasure from both of you for a few more minutes, before Coco speaks
>"Alright Anon. I th-think I'm ready for another position,"
"Alright."
>You grab her hips once again, and roll over onto your side
>From here, you pull your legs towards your chest, making Coco's hind legs conform to yours, and wrap your arms around her torso
>As you continue to thrust inside her, you can feel her anal cavity open up for you a little bit, which allows for easier movement inside of her
>Your body totally relaxes as the comfort of closely snuggling up to the soft pony washes over you
>You hear a happy hum escape from Coco's lips, and you feel her relax as well
>"Anon this feels nice," you hear her mutter
"I know," you respond lazily
>Half of your mind wants you to stop thrusting all together, and just lay in happy silence and fall asleep with your dick in her ass
>However, the stronger half still recognized the immense pleasure that was pulsating through your dick, and urged you to continue
>Eventually you slipped your hand down to her clitoris, and began rubbing the wall that blocked it
>Within moments of your touch, the wall moved aside, and gave you full access to her clit
>Instantly, some marecum began to run onto your fingers, but it was only a small amount, and you didn't really notice it in your relaxed state
>Coco began to moan slightly at your touch, and soon you felt her body stiffen
>"Anon, I'm close," she muttered
>You pushed two fingers into her pussy to drive her closer to orgasm, and within seconds of her being duely pleasured, she orgasmed with a satisfied groan
>It didn't come out in a flood because of her relaxed state, but you could still feel it steadily pouring out onto your fingers and legs
>Not long after its smell wafted up to your nose, your teeth clenched, and you emptied your load into Coco's backdoor
>With a small groan, you pulled your dick out of Coco's rectum, and allowed it to rest on the side of her leg
>"Wow," she said panting. "That... was... amazing... We need to do this more often..."
"I'd be glad to,"you respond chuckling
>You then pull her close to your body, and tighten your hold slightly around her midsection
>The two of you snuggle in happy silence for several moments, before Coco speaks
>"A-Anon," she begins nervously. "There's something else I've been wanting to try for a while..."
"Name it," you respond, closing your eyes
>"...BDSM?"
>Your eyes fly open in shock, as you never expected that request to come out of Coco's mouth
>In the back of your mind, you always thought that she would probably have more kinks than just anal... but BDSM was something you never expected she'd be into
>As the picture of you whipping poor Coco on her hindquarters enters your mind, both disgust and pleasure run through your body
>Disgust over the fact that the very thought of intentionally hurting Coco makes your stomach churn, and pleasure over that very idea
>You sit in shocked; embarrassed silence, partially because words have failed you, and partially because you wouldn't know what to say if your tongue didn't sit uselessly in your mouth right now
>Finally, after several moments, you were able to find words again
"Alright... sounds doable. You wanna... you wanna head over to the sex shop on 2nd Avenue tomorrow to grab you some gear?"
>"O-oh... Anon, I don't think you understand. I... I don't want to be the submissive..."
"...Oh..." you respond, as you feel your stomach knot
>You take an arm off her, and put it to your stomach to make sure that someone isn't really squeezing it like they would a washcloth
>Sure enough, your stomach felt normal
> Once again, the two of you return to a mind-numbing silence for a few minutes, as you tossed the idea of being tied and bound around your mind
>"If you don't want to do it Anon, I understand..." Coco nervously says, breaking the silence
"No, no, it's not that. I'm just... mulling it over," you respond, bending your neck so that your nose is pressing into her neck
>Being the sub huh? For the first time in a while, you felt legitimately scared
>The very thought of being whipped, or bound made your body go numb
>You continue to think about being the sub for a bit longer, when Coco’s admission of not enjoying some of the things you enjoyed came to your mind
>She toughed out several rape and domination fantasies just to make you happy
>So why should this be any harder than that?
>In addition, you had never attempted BDSM from either side, so you didn’t really know if you would like it or not
>What harm could trying BDSM out do?
“Let’s do it,” you finally say through a somewhat nervous voice
>”You mean it?” she asks excitedly, rolling over to face you
>You see the shine in her eyes, and you can’t help but smile
“I do.”
>She lets loose a loud squee, and hugs you tightly
>”Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU Anon!”
“Don’t mention it,” you manage to push from your being-crushed lungs
>You continue to endure Coco’s strangulation of your respiratory system, until she finally lets go, and kisses you hungrily  
>”If you want,” she begins once she breaks the kiss. “We could go to that store, and get you some… ‘gear’ if you want.”
“Sure,” you say, feeling a small pit form in your stomach
>So you’re just gonna go into this huh? No prep time except for tonight
>Better enjoy your last night of calmness for a while whilst it lasts
 >Coco falls asleep far before you do, as your mind is still trying to fully grasp what all being the sub in BDSM entails
>You were torn between two minds at this point
>One was terrified of the pain that you knew would ensue tomorrow
>The other focused on the positive aspect, AKA a happy Coco
>After another couple hours of deep thought, your tiredness finally caught up to you, and you drifted into a deep sleep
>When you finally lost consciousness, you heard a small mumble in your ear
>Following it, you heard a voice
>”Oooooh yes Anon, this feels amazing!”
>Soon enough, a picture formed its way into your mind to match the words
>In it, you saw yourself,  bound and gagged in a red-tinted room, on a red heart-shaped bed
>Coco was sitting atop you, slowly rocking her hips as her pussy enveloped your dick
>You weren’t even fighting against the silver handcuffs that restrained the movement of your hands, but instead you lie on her bed with half-closed eyes, looking blissfully up at Coco
>As she rocked her hips, you gave a small thrust into her, and for a moment revealed the red marks that lay embedded on your rear-end
>The marks of a submissive
>”Ah-ah-ah! No thrusting my little Nony! Let mama Coco do all the work sweetie, You don’t want me to get the riding crop out again, do you?”
>Fear floods your now fully-open eyes for a moment, as you vigorously shake your head no
>”Good boy. You’ll get your chance to do some work in a moment, but for right now I want you to lay perfectly still.”
>She bends over, and kisses you on the forehead, and your eyes return to their sleepy state
>As she continues to ride you, you see your dick twinge a couple of times, and you let out three quick, loud moans
>”I’ll let you cum in a moment darling,” Coco says tauntingly. “Just wait for me to finish. I’m close.”
>After a few more seconds of her thrusting, her eyes roll back, and you hear a soft moan escape her lips
>You watch as her marecum slowly trickles down your dick, and you see yourself blushing heavily
>”Whenever you’re ready Anon honey,” Coco says in a satisfied tone
>Your eyes then clench shut, and your body reflexively sits up slightly, as your fluids flow into Coco’s box
>After you finish, your body crashes back down onto the bed, and you begin breathing heavily
>Your blush has only further intensified at the slight humiliation of not being in control of when you orgasmed
>”That’s a good boy,” Coco said lovingly, as she reached down, and undid your gag
>She pulled your head up to hers, and kissed you passionately, as she cradled the back of your neck in the chestnuts of her forelegs  
>After a few moments, she breaks the kiss, and looks into your eyes
>”Now it’s your turn.” she says lovingly, reaching down to undo your handcuffs
>When your hands are free, she turns onto her back, and exposes her pussy to you
>”Take me my green stallion,”
>You nod, and wrap your arms around her body as you slide your member into her box
>As you watch yourself slowly thrust into her, your vision goes white around the edges
>You open your eyes wide, and feel the weight of a sleeping Coco in your arms
>It was just a dream… it was just a dream
>You begin to take deep breaths as you slowly become aware of the drum-like pounding that’s sounding in your chest
>Your heart slowly begins to slow down, as you look behind you at Coco’s clock that hangs above her door frame
>As you listen to its steady tick-tock, you notice it reads 3:40
>You look down at your sleeping girlfriend, and you’re reminded of how peaceful she looks in her sleep  
>A groan escapes your lips, as you shut your eyes to try to get some sleep
>Your last thought before you drift off to sleep, is that maybe BDSM won’t be so bad
 
>”Anooooon!” you hear a far-off voice say
>”Anooooon!” the voice repeats, but this time it was accompanied by a light shaking in your body
>”Time to rise and shine!”
>You then recognize the voice as Coco’s and you slowly open your eyes in response
>When you do, you see a smiling Coco standing overtop you, looking down at your face
>The sudden appearance of Coco startled you, and you jump back slightly in shock
>”Hey there sleepyhead!” she says happily. “It’s Saturday! Time to go out and do some shopping!”
>You roll over onto your back, and sit up with a groan
“What time is it?” you ask sleepily
>”10 o’clock,” she responds happily
>Hot damn, you’ve been out for a while
>You slowly start to get out of the bed, only to realize you were still not wearing any underwear
>Coco giggles and blushes as your morning wood poke through the sheets
>She prods at it playfully, and it reflexively twitches  
>Giggles pour from her mouth again, and you embarrassedly search the ground for your underwear
>Soon enough, you find your cherry red boxers lying on the ground, and rush to pick them up
>After hurriedly putting them on, and concealing your wood behind their hole, the thought of a shower enters your mind
“Hey, mind if I run through your shower real quick?”
>She nods, and you start towards her bathroom, seeing as you already know the route
>As the hot water hits your head and rolls down your back, the thought of being Coco’s sub enters your mind once again
>After your dream last night, you had warmed up to the idea, but the thought of the pain you knew you’d endure still kept you from being totally comfortable with the idea
>Your muscles begin to relax as the water continues to flow overtop your body, and your mind becomes slightly more relaxed and eased
>As time drew on, and you began to bathe, you try to convince yourself that the pain will be worth it
>Time and time again, Coco’s confession runs through your mind
>"...Some of the stuff like the rape role play, and the bribe sex roleplay make me feel really uncomfortable.”
>She tried new stuff that she probably didn’t feel comfortable trying, and she still stuck with them despite her fear
>The least you could do is return the favor >You owed her that
>As your shower concluded, you stepped out of her tub with renewed confidence
>After you had dried off, you returned to Coco’s room to put back on the outfit you wore the other day, only to find it missing  
“Hey Coco,” you shout as you walk down the stairs. “Where’s the shirt and pants I was wearing the other day?”
>”It’s in the dryer!” you hear from the kitchen. “It smelled kind of musty so I threw it in this morning!”
“Thank you sweetie!”
>After getting dressed and having a quick breakfast the two of you head out to 2nd Avenue
>You stop the cab driver a little ways off from the shop, and walk the rest of the way there
>After walking a couple of blocks, you reach your destination, and look up at the sign in front
>”The Pleasure Chest” stares back down at you in giant, neon letters
>The two of you linger outside the shop, before Coco takes the initiative and walks in
>A small bell rings overhead as the two of you step through the dual glass doors  
>The shop was bathed in a violet glow, with various toys laying lazily on boxed-in shelves, which were placed in an orderly fashion around the shop
>Some strange techno music played overhead, obviously trying to further show that you were in a sex shop
>To the back of the shop, you see two curtains that divide the sections off from the rest of the shop
>One is marked “Extreme Sex,” and the other is marked with “Lubricants and Fake Cum”
>You and Coco take a walk around the shop, and examine the contents of the shelves
>One row contains vaginal toys, and the subsequent row contains dildos
>The pattern repeats until you hit the wall  
>You spot one particularly large dildo, and read its tag
>It’s labeled “Big Mac”
>Well… that’s a pretty apt description
>After several minutes of browsing, you hear a quiet voice come out of nowhere
>"Heeeey man! Welcome to the Pleasure Chest! My name is Long Richard, but most people call me Ol' One Eye. How can I help you today? "
>You turn around to look at the stallion, and nearly jump back in surprise
>The stallion was around four feet in height and his coat was a vibrant bright yellow
>His mane boasted a deep, violet color with a single imperial red steak that rolled down its middle, and it was long
>It flowed down his neck, and branched off in two paths at the end, with a third path resting on the back, and each strand ended with a spike
>His bangs were also spiked, and lay hanging slightly elevated above his forehead
>His eyes shone with a slightly darker shade of red than that of which was on his mane, and he wore a purple headband and a brown jacket
 >You looked him over once, and could tell that the guy was buzzed based on the sleepy and distant expression he wore
>The two of you observed each other for a few moments, before you spoke
"Yeah, I need to know where your BDSM department is."
>"Ohoho! Getting kinky with the lady are we?" he responded with his calm, slightly high-pitched voice
"You could say that..."
>"Nah man. No need to beat around the bush. What you need is behind the 'Extreme Sex' section back there. I assume you've already seen it,"
>You nod briskly, and begin to make your way back to the section
>As you do so, Coco pops out from behind the last shelf on the other side of the store, and trots over to you
>"You know where we're going?"
>You nod, and point to the thick black curtain that lays in front of you
>You peel it back, and walk into the section
>As you get an eyeful of the room, your mouth drops open in shock
>Fucking everything you'd never want to see in a sex shop is back there
>Hooks jet out from several locations across the ceiling, whips were plastered all over the place, candles that melted quicker; and who's wax was hotter than normal candles lay everywhere, and you swore you saw a Cat o’ Ninetails sitting in the cornerer
>Your mouth drops open as you look around the room, and a feeling of absolute disgust floods your body
>You knew that people had some weird kinks… but fucking hooks? What could anyone do with hooks
>From behind you, the ruffle of the curtains sounded, as Coco stepped into the room
>You couldn’t tell, but her mouth was currently hanging open like yours
>She slowly walked over to you, and wrapped you in a hug as she buried her head into your chest
>”Anon, I’m scared…” she mumbled
>You slowly put your hand on her head to comfort her
“It’ll be OK. It’ll be OK.”
>After a few moments of standing in silence, Long entered the room
>”He-hey! You two finding everything alright?” he says lazily
“Not really,” you respond slowly. “We’re uh… kind of having some trouble getting past the hooks and such…”
>”Oh yeah, those. Yeah, people are into some strange stuff man, but who am I to judge? Anyway, the ‘normal’ BDSM stuff is in the back there. We’ll head back there and I’ll get your girlfriend fitted.”
“Actually… it’s not for her…”
>”Ooooooooooh, I see man. Heh, no need to worry. Just follow me, and we’ll get you the essentials.”
>He begins to walk to the back, and you cautiously follow him after letting Coco out of your arms
>You still hold a hand on her back to comfort her as you follow the stallion into another room
>”Here we are!” he announces happily, as he walks into the room
>When you arrive you take a brief look around
>As you do so, the pounding in your heart softens a little as you notice the less extreme items in this part of the store  
>OK, gags, handcuffs, rings, everything that was normal by BDSM standards where there
>”First and foremost, the cock ring. What’s your dick’s circumference?” the stallion asked hazily
“About five inches.”
>He mutters “five inches” to himself while he pursues the shelves  
>”Uh, we’re all out of fives, but I got a seven if you want it. It’ll feel a little loose, but trust me, you’ll want it when you get hard.”
>He grasps the box in his hoof, and tosses it to you
>You catch it clumsily, and look at the silver ring that lay protected by the plastic
>”Here’s some rope, uh based on your hand size I’m gonna assume you’re gonna want the medium handcuffs, uh your mouth as wide as you can real quick.”
>You look at him puzzledly, but then procede to comply with his instruction
>”Looks like you’re gonna need a size two for the gag. You want a ball, a cleave, or a bit?”
>”A ball would work fine,” Coco answers for you
>You shut your mouth, and re-focus your attention on the silver ring in your hands
>”I assume you want see as you’re doing this, right green guy?” the stallion asks
“Huh?” you respond, pulling your attention away from the cock ring. “O-oh yeah. Yeah, seeing would be nice.”  
>”Got it. So a blindfold’s out of the question then.”
>”Go ahead and include it, just in case we need it,” Coco pipes up
>Worry ravishes your body for a second, as you return to the box once more to take your mind off Coco’s most recent statement
>He nods, and pulls a blindfold off the rack, and places it onto the small pile he’s made
>”That should be just about it as far as the basics go. Unless of course you want a collar?”
>”Of course!” Coco responds happily
>A bead of sweat rolls down your face, as you hope she doesn’t ask for any more items  
>”Will that be all ma’m?”
>Coco looks over the contents of the section once more, before turning to the stallion and giving him a small nod
>As the stallion begins to walk out of the room with the items in a special satchel, he turns to you and smirks
>”Seems like she’s the one with the balls in the relationship man. She you down a couple of times,” he whispers
>You begin to walk out with him as your anger stews  
“Fuck off. Up to this point I’ve been the one controlling what goes on in the sack. I’m doing this for her!” you whisper back  
>He chuckles slightly, and looks up at you amused
>”Chill bro. Chill. I’m just pulling your chain here. You seem pretty uptight about this whole thing.”
>You sigh, and look up as you walk through the black curtain back to the main portion of the shop
“Sorry man. I’ve just been really on edge about this whole BDSM thing. I mean, I wanna do it, but I’m terrified of getting hurt.”
>”Nah, it’s cool man, I get it. Look, I’ve had ponies from all over Equestria in my little shop who were unsure of BDSM earlier on, but came to love it in time. This includes the men, who were doms and subs alike. What you gotta know for yourself though, is if you really wanna do this. Are you doing this because you want her to be impressed with you, or are you doing it because you really wanna do it?”
“No, I actually wanna do it. It’s just….”
>”Then that’s all there is too it man. You wanna do it, so just do it. Worry about how you feel about it after the fact. A little experimentation won’t kill ya will it? Who knows, you may actually enjoy the pain.”
>You let out a small sigh, and nod
“You’re right. Thanks for the advice man.”
>”Anytime,” he says, returning the nod. “So!” he says loudly, turning to Coco. “You all set to pay?
>She nods, and he hops behind the counter, and takes the items from his sack
>”Let’s see… cock ring, gag, rope, blindfold… this should all even out to about One Hundred and Forty bits. But for you my man, I’ll take twenty bits off.”
>You look at the man in shock for a second, and smile at him, reaching for your bit pouch
>You nab ten ten-piece bits, and four five-piece pits
“Thanks man,” you say. placing the bits on the counter
>He nods and smiles, as he puts the bits in the cash register
>He then quickly bags the items, and pushes them to you
>”Thank you for visiting the pleasure chest! Hope to see you again!” he calls as the two of you head for the door
>”Will do!” Coco calls back
>The two of you open the door, and step outside as the bell is in mid-chime
>The two of you walk to the side of the shop, before Coco stops, and puts down the bag
>She examines contents for a moment, before smiling at them, and then at you
>”Thanks a lot for going through with this Anon. I’m gonna love our little romp tonight!”
“No problem you reply as your mouth stretches to a grin
>You continue to watch Coco look at her bounty, before a familiar voice shouts your name
>”Hey Anon! Fancy seeing you around these parts!”
>Ah shit, Watt not now!”
“Heya Watt Good to see you here!” you respond, turning around to see the grey stallion trotting over to you
>”Likewise!”
>As he gets within arms reach, you extend your hand in a fist, and your co-worker meets it with his hoof
>”So, Mr. Sex machine, didn’t take you as a guy with a lot of kinks!” he says slyly
“I-it’s complicated man…” you respond, chuckling nervously
>”So, what’d ya get? A dildo? Some condoms? Handcuffs?”
>Fear and paranoia flood your body for a moment, as you question how he could possibly know about the handcuffs
“Ha-handcuffs? Nah man, just some lube and condoms. What makes you think I’d want- want handcuffs?”  
>The grey stallion laughs his dusty laugh, and swats you on the back
>”Take it easy Anon, I was kidding. You’ve gotten way too uptight recently. Maybe we need to throw another company party again. I can have Zapper bring his special punch again.”
>Your nerves calm down, and you allow yourself to laugh a little at his suggestion
“Thanks for the offer man, but I’m fine. I’m just a little bit stressed out."
>"Hey, we're all pretty stressed out man. I think after all the hard work and dedication we put into making that stupid DVD player should pay off in some way. The company's planning on throwing a huge party next week in honor of our accomplishment. It would be awesome if you could make it, considering you skipped out on the last one."
"Hey, if Zapper is providing refreshments again, I'm down," you respond with a shrug
>The old stallion laughs once again, and gives you another two pats on the back
>"Sounds good man. Last I heard, the party is scheduled for Wednesday. You think you'll be free then?"
"Should be. I don't really have anything planned for Wednesday."
>"Sweet. Well, anyway, I gotta go. I'll see you later!"
> He starts to walk off, before he stops and walks over to Coco
>"And I bid a good day to you, Ms. Coco. I wish you both the best of luck in your relationship!"
>He then quickly whispers something into her ear, before turning to walk off
>However, as he's trotting off, his eyes drift upon your bag
>He stops dead in his tracks, and you hurry to catch his gaze to see what's wrong
>You freeze as well, as you see the handcuffs that you just bought lay dangling out of the side of the bag
>"Oh. Now I see why you reacted the way you did to the handcuffs comment Anon... well in either case, I'll be seeing you both around. I'll, uh, I'll see you Monday Anon. We're gonna start working on some ways to optimize the DVD player. It works for now, but it's gonna cost a fortune on the market. Right now, only people who are in the upper class can afford one, and we're gonna change that. So yeah, come prepared Monday."
>This time  he actually does leave, albeit in an unnatural manner, as fear floods your body
>You allow him to travel out of your eyesight while your mind is still figuring out what to do
>Irrationality and paranoia overtook your mind for a minute, as you thought of what could possibly happen if Watt were to tell your co-workers
>You were decently known around the city for being a human, if this were to get out, both you and Coco’s reputations would be tarnished
>BDSM wasn’t exactly the most socially acceptable sexual lifestyle, and most people who lived it were looked at like they were sadists
>You gave them no thought, seeing as everyone had their own sexual preferences and you had no business judging anyone, but BDSM was something one kept under wraps at all costs
>And now one of your co-workers. who has a very large social presence in your company, now knew of your new lifestyle
>With paranoia finally winning control of your next course of action, you decide to give pursuit, and confront Watt about the handcuffs
>You sprint after him, and see him as you’re rounding the corner
>Quickly catching up to him, you put an arm around his neck, and lead him down the nearest alley
“Hey Watt, there’s one thing I forgot to tell you that’s vital,” you say as you hurry into the alley
>”Hey! HEY! Anon, what are you-”
>You spin him around, and put your hands on his shoulders
“Watt, I need you to PROMISE me, that you won’t tell anyone what you saw in that bag!”
>”Wha- what are you…”
“I’m serious Watt! You know how taboo BDSM is in the public eye. I couldn’t handle the repercussions if this were to get out. I can barely handle the thought of how Coco will be looked at if this were to get out. Please. I am BEGGING you, don’t. Tell. Anyone!”
>The grey horse looks at you as if you were insane, and slides your hands off his shoulders
>”Dude, chill out. You’re secret’s safe with me.”
“Wha- really?” you ask, surprised
>”Yeah. It’s cool. I know all about young love and kinks. Trust me, I have some strange ones myself. I don’t know what I would do if my personally life was spread around. Like I said, I’ll keep this under wraps.”
>Relief floods your body, as you allow your body to relax
“Thanks Watt. Sorry for going crazy on you,” you say with a sigh
>”Hey, it’s cool. I understand where you’re coming from. Anyway, I gotta go pick up some groceries for the wife.Hope you have fun tonight.”
>He ends his statement with a soft punch to your shoulder, and walks out of the alley
“Thanks man. See you Monday!” you say, as you begin your walk back to where Coco was
>As you walk, you allow your body to fully enjoy the relief that was still washing over you
>Watt’s always been a pretty awesome guy, but you never expected him to let what you considered a pretty big off so easily
>It seemed pretty irrational, as you looked back at your situation, to think that one of your best friends would ever reveal a possibly life-shattering secret to the world
>You laugh at yourself for allowing your paranoia to completely override your common sense
>Finally, you round the corner, and see Coco tightly grasping the bag in her mouth, with a look of fear on her face  
>”So? What did he say?” she asks, dropping the bag and running up to you
>You smile, and pat her on the head when she reaches you
“He says our secret is safe with him,” you respond comfortingly
>It’s her turn to sigh, as she lays her head against your chest for a moment, before turning to collect the bag
“Here, let me,” you respond, snatching the bag before she has the chance
>She shrugs to herself, and follows you to the nearest taxi stand
>”So…” she begins, trotting beside you. “Are you looking forward to tonight?”
“Of course.” you say, meaning it
>The talk with Long really helped you out. You now felt totally fine with the prospect of being the sub
>Maybe all you needed was to let your feelings air out
>”I can’t wait for tonight! Ooooh, this is gonna be so much fun!” Coco squeed
>Seeing her this happy made you smile, as she was practically bouncing as she trotted alongside you
>You had never seen anyone, or any pony walking with this much of a spring in their step before
>She eventually did a full jump into the air, rising about six feet off the ground
>You chuckle to yourself at the cream pony, before turning your focus back to finding a taxi to ride back to your place
>Soon enough, you spot a taxi stand, and stand by it
“So Coco, what did Watt tell you back there?” you ask, as Watt’s actions return to your memory
>”Hm? Oh, just that you were a great guy, and that I should keep you around.”
>Your body can’t help but jerk backwards slightly and open your eyes
>As far as you were concerned, Watt was the most based person in Equestria at this time
>The two of you slipped back into silence, until a cab pulled up after a small amount of time had passed
>You quickly got inside, and Coco followed in suit, closing the door
>”Where to?” the driver said gruffly
“Westchester Drive please.”
>The cab driver gave a small grunt, and started pulling away
 
>Twenty minutes later, your cab driver stopped on your street and you paid him forty bits, and headed for your apartment  
>You enter the complex, and head up two flights of stairs
>As you walk the hallway, you count the apartment numbers
>150... 152...154… ah, 156
>You nab your keys from your pocket, and unlock the door
>The two of you step inside, and you take a quick whiff of the air
>Home sweet home
>You gaze at the cream colored walls for a moment, before you head into the living room, and throw the bag onto one of the two brown sofas
>You then hop onto the adjacent couch, and Coco joins you after a moment
>You grab the remote off the coffee table, and turn on your twenty-seven inch television that’s embedded into the wall above the fireplace  
>The two of you watch images turn into static and vice versa as you flip channels, until you finally reach the sports channel
>Baseball time baby! Time to watch the Griffons take the Ursas to the cleaners!
>Striker was up to bat right now, and luckily his name had a duel meaning
>Not only did he have the highest strikeout rate in the entire league, but he wasn’t too bad behind the bat either
>First pitch comes flying towards towards him, and he swings just a second too late
>The umpire calls the first strike, as Striker digs his hoof into the ground
>Second pitch comes whizzing towards him, and he manages to hit a grounder to left field
>The shortstop misses it, and it’s picked up by the left fielder too late
>Striker had batted in Curve who was on third, and Striker himself had just reached first base
>You can’t help but smile and nod to yourself, as the left fielder throws the ball back to the pitcher
>”Why don’t we have sex here Anon? Your apartment is nicer than my house,” Coco asks, breaking your train of thought
“Because the walls are paper-thin here, and the mere sound of me thrusting into you would let the whole building know what we’re doing," you respond plainly
>”Oh…”
>You feel bad for the poor girl, knowing that she wasn’t the biggest fan of baseball, so you pull her into a hug
>Sprint was up to bat next, and was able to hit the ball on the first pitch
>Unfortunately, the center-fielder was able to catch it, giving the Griffins their second out
>You grip Coco a little tighter, as you look at the scoreboard
>Currently the Griffins have four runs, and the Ursas have one
>Grips was up next, and fouled the first pitch
>He made contact with the second though, and as the loud 'crack' of the metal bat hitting the soft ball sounded, you knew it was going out of the park
>"It's going! It's going! It's going! And it's GONE!" shouted the announcer, and the crowd erupted into shouts and cheers
>You allowed yourself a small fist-pump, and a grunted "yeah!' before returning to snuggling with Coco
>The game goes on for another half an hour with the final score being a respectable 10-4 to the Griffons
>Not quite the outcome you wanted, but hey, they won by a pretty nice margin so that's something
>You weren't too sure of their coach though. Since he came around, the team has been doing a little bit worse
>They've lost a couple more games than average, and a lot of their players aren't doing as well as they have been in the past
>You can't be too hard on the guy though, seeing as he coached college baseball before this, and the team was still headed to the World Series
>You grip the remote a little harder than before, and shut your TV off
>You briefly look up the clock on your wall, and see it reads 2:30.
>For a moment, you allow Coco to leave your grasp, and your arms out
“So,” you say, returning your arms around Coco. “Ready to head out?”
>She looks up at you, and nods
“Alright,” you say, and shift your body, and get off the couch, as Coco hopped off your lap
>You grab the bag on the sofa beside you, and head out of your apartment
>After making a quick stop at Coco’s house to drop the gear off, you head for the beach that was just south of your house
>As you walk on the sand with Coco by your side, you look out into the shining blue sea
>A smile spreads out across your face as you admire the beauty of the crystal sea before you
>You watch the calm water stretch it’s reach as far as it could onto the beach, before withdrawing the small piece of itself that had ventured off, and forming one large body again
>After a little bit of walking, you find a nice spot to rest, and pull up one of the many chairs lying around the sandy area to sit
>Coco follows in suit, and you both look out into the ocean
>The two of you sit in silence before Coco suddenly sits up in her seat
>”Hey! Check out that wave!: she calls out excitedly, pointing with a foreleg
>You follow where she’s pointing, and notice the large wave that’s thundering towards the beach  
>Some lucky surfer had managed to catch onto the monstrous wall of water, and was surfing across it
>He was heavily trying his luck, as he barely missed each attempt for the wave to swallow him whole as it crashed down
>Eventually, however, the wave caught up to him, and swallowed him whole
>You watch as the stallion’s body washed ashore
>His friends crowd around him, and once he opens his eyes, they begin to laugh at him
>You can’t help but chuckle yourself, at the lack of a favorable outcome for the surfer for his bravery
>You return your attention to the sea that you and Coco would frequent as children
“Hey Coco, remember the first time we came here?” you ask
>You can see her look up happily out of the corner of your eye, as she remembers the event in question
>”How could I forget? I almost drowned!” she says, chuckling slightly
“Well, you THOUGHT you almost drowned.”
>”Hey! One can down in two feet of water!”
“Not when they’re sitting down and their head clears the waterline by a few inches,” you respond slyly  
>She can’t keep herself from chuckling at your joke
>You to focus your attention at the sky, and begin to retell the story
“We were both nine, and our parents decided it would be a good idea to bring us here so they could bond a little better, and so that we could get to know each other.”
>You turn your body to face her, and she looks at you happily
“In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to bring a girl who couldn’t swim to the beach. Regardless, their foolproof plan failed, as I spent the entire time in the water, and you spent most of the time on land. I remember you were really self-conscious about the bathing suit you were wearing.”
>Coco blushes, and looks away from you
>”Hey, it was the first time I ever wore the suit! Cut me some slack,” she says bashfully
“You only wear only a collar half the time! Why did it matter if I saw you clothed?” you respond sarcastically
>”I was young, and hanging out with a cute boy, how do you think I’m gonna react when he sees me in a bathing suit for the first time?”
:>You look at her happily as her statement exits her lips
“Ah, so you liked me back then, eh?” you say teasingly
>She grabs a small amount of sand, and playfully throws it at you
>”Stop teasing you jerk!” she says, laughing slightly
>You return the laugh, and look turn your body to face the sky again
“Anyway, I remember eventually getting sick of swimming alone, and I decided to drag you into the water to swim with me.”
>As the thought of you as a child dragging Coco into the water swims back into your mind, you can’t help but smile and shake your head
“You of course, shrieked, and tried your hardest to resist touching the ocean. Unfortunately for you, I was much stronger than you. I remember finally getting you in when a small wave overtook both of us, and made me lose my grip on you.”
>”Yeah. The wave knocked we a few feet away from you.”
“And you then proceed to scream that you were drowning even though your head was poking above water.”
>Once again, Coco’s cheeks turned a deep red color, and she returned her focus to the ocean
“Then I walked calmly over to you, picked you up around your midriff, and carried you back to the shore. It took you another two minutes to realize you were safe.”
>Coco sighed, before looking up again
>”That was also the day you taught me how to swim.”
“Yeah. Took you a while to not run back to the shore when a wave came in. By the way, did you ever learn anything more than the doggy paddle?”
>”Can’t say I ever did. I was satisfied with the doggie paddle.”
“Ah.”
>The two of you sat in silence for a little while longer, before Coco breaks it
>”I’m surprised you even remember that day.”
“Hey, how could I forget the day I saw a cute little thing wear a bathing suit for the first time?”
>She grabs another hoofull of sand, and flings it at you again
>You then scoop up a handful of your own, and toss it back at her
>She shrieks playfully, and grabs more sand to throw at you
>You beat her to it, as your second sand attack collides with her chest
>Soon enough, the two of you were engaged in a sand-throwing wat, using the chairs as cover
>As the two of you poked out from the side of your chairs, you flung a handful of sand at Coco, and it hit her right around her nose
>You heard her squeal in laughter, and can’t help but return it with a few chuckles of your own
>Soon enough, your chuckles turn into hearty laughs, as your body naturally closes your eyes
>However, your giggles are silenced as some sand lands in your mouth originating from Coco’s counter-attack
>Almost instantly after feeling the grainy texture in your mouth, you begin spitting madly, much to Coco’s amusement
>You hear her laughter intensify, and you hear the small ‘psh’ of her collapsing onto the sand
“You… think that...  this is REAL funny… don’t you?” you say sarcastically in-between spits
>Coco struggles to catch her breath, as she sits up and attempts to speak
>”As a… matter of fact… I-I do!” she says in between shrieks
>Finally, you manage to spit enough sand out to focus your attention back on other matters
>You look over at Coco, and see she has fallen back into the sand
>Your hand reflexively reaches down, and you pick up a handful of sand
>Payback time
>You walk over to Coco, and hold your hand directly overtop her face
>Just a little separation of your fingers, and she’d know what you felt
>Yet, even with this opportunity sitting in your lap, something is preventing you from dropping the sand
>Rolling your eyes at your hesitation in this moment, you hold your arm out to the side, and allow the sand to fall back onto the beach  
>You allow her to recover from her fit of laughter, and she soon sits up, clutching her abdomen
>”Aha! OK… OK, I think I’m good.”
>She coughs once, before continuing
>”That was- that was pretty fun Anon. Although, I think I need a shower now. How about you?”
>You look down at yourself, and notice you’re cloaked in a light layer of sand
>Your attention turns back to Coco, and notice she’s suffered the same fate
“Sounds good to me.” you respond, futilely dusting a little bit of the sand off your shoulder
>You place a hand on the back of her neck, and lead her back to the boardwalk, where you head for her home
>She begins to bob her head slightly back and forth as you walk, which gives your hand a pleasant little massage
>”Hey Anon,” Coco began, looking up at you. “Something just popped into my head, since we were reminiscing on the past. I never did get the chance to properly thank you for comforting me, and being there for me when I was working for Suri.”
>Shock overtook every fiber of your being, as you hung your head down when the memories began pouring into your mind
>Visions of Coco crying in your arms, you reassuring Coco, you crying with Coco, and the pure rage you experienced when Coco told you her troubles, all flooded your mind
>The familiar anger you felt during those times flooded back through your body, and you fought to quell it  
>Part of it was anger at Suri for treating Coco the way she did, and part of it was anger at yourself for lacking the balls to do anything about it
"D-don't mention it," you say, trying to keep your voice steady
>You can see Coco smiling at you out of the corner of your eye, as she turns her head to face where she was going
>Silence filled the air around the two of you, as memories of Coco's sobs continue to occupy your thoughts
>"Anon, she's making me copy everypony else's work! I feel horrible having to re-create these beautiful dresses, knowing that the creator will never get compensated for their designs!"
>"I'm so overworked. I had to make five dresses alone today. I'm normally able to do just one or two in a day, and sometimes that's too much."
>"I'm barely getting paid minimum wage for the work I do! I'm treated like a slave for peanuts!"
>"I wish I could quit. I really do. But nopony will hire me because I'm 'inexperienced'. The fashion business is brutal here, and unfortunately Suri is the only one who will hire me..."
>Every last one of these memories were filled to the brim with Coco's tears
>Nearly every time Coco would tell you about her day, it would end in her crying
>You stiffened your lip, and fought back the tears that were trying to ebb from your eyes
>Despite your best efforts to calm soften your emotions, rage and disgust continued to build inside you, begging you to release it
>But you can't, and you keep thinking that to yourself in an attempt to silence its requests
>As you continue to fight yourself, you hear Coco's voice speaking to you from seemingly far away
>It sounds muffled, but you know it's just due to your current mindset
> In a desperate attempt to ward off your thoughts for just a little bit, you turn your attention to her words
>"...I never thought I'd see the day where I would finally be free from Suri! I especially never thought I'd see the day where I worked in a place where not only the pay was better than what I got with Suri, but I also loved working there! Mr. Needle is an amazing man, and I'm thankful every day that I'm able to work there."
>She paused for a moment, and sighed
>"But I wouldn't be where I am without your encouragement and support Anon. It's what's kept me going through those years. I wish there was some way I could repay you for all the ways you've helped me out over the years, because a simple 'thank you' doesn't begin to cut it. It's because of you that I'm not a social recluse, it's because of you that I'm working in a job I love, heck it's because of you that I know how to swim!"
> Once again she stops speaking for a moment, as she draws close to you and rests her head on your side
>"Thank you so much Anon. I can't express my gratitude enough."
>That wasn't quite the distraction you wanted, but you'd take it
>You pat Coco on the head twice, and wrap your arm around her neck
"You're welcome," is all you could think to say
 
>After a few more minutes of walking, you found yourself standing in front of Coco’s house
>Coco opened the door, and ushered you in
>The two of you calmly made your way upstairs, as you thought of who was going to shower first
“Hey Coco, you wanna run through the shower before I do, or do you want me to go first?”
>The grey pony looked up at you puzzledly, before letting loose a few giggles
>”Who said anything about taking turns? Now common, take your clothes off and hop in the shower with me
>Your face went crimson for just a moment, before you smiled to yourself, and walked towards the bathroom
>Coco discards her collar, and you toss your shirt on top of it
>By the time you enter the bathroom, your pants are off, and you follow in suit with your underwear
>You toss your blue boxers somewhere into the hallway, and walk towards the bathtub  
>Coco smiles at you, and turns on the shower head, making sure it’s a stable temperature before she steps into the tub
>You join her after a few seconds, and allow the warm water to run down your torso
>”Hey Anon, there’s a tricky spot that I can’t quite reach from my hind legs up to my flanks. Mind grabbing it for me?”
>You smile slyly, and poor some shampoo into your hand
>Unfortunately, you weren’t looking at what you were doing, and half of the stream falls onto the tub’s floor
>Coco begins to laugh, and it takes you a moment to understand why
>When you finally look down, you tilt the bottle back up and put it back down, as you rub your hands together in an attempt to pull some attention away from your blunder
>”Smooth slick. Now, if you’re done trying to impress me, how about giving me a hand?”  
.>You nod, and bend down to get a better vantage point
>You grasp both of her canons with your hands, and slowly slide them up her legs
>As each of them reaches an inner thigh, you open them, and move them across both of Coco's Cutiemarks.
>Coco coos lightly in responce, and you glide your hands back down her legs
>You then bring your right hand to her left leg, and grasp each side of it with either hand
>Only your right hand is permitted to cleanse her left leg, as you stroke various spots of her leg with it
>You pause for a moment at particularly sensitive parts of her leg to "scrub" them extra-well
>Eventually, you lift up her leg with your left hand, and press your fingers into her hoof
>Coco gasps, and shivers in responce, as you lightly massage her hoof
>You then made a mental note about how Coco's hooves were sensitive, and to use that fact in later endeavors in the bedroom
>After you had finished teasing her hoof, you moved your hand over to her other leg
>When your hands were in position, you began to re-enact your technique on this leg
>As you worked your magic on her right hoof, you glance up, and can't help but get an eyeful of her glorious hindquarters
"My my Coco, what a dirty rump you have there. I'll have to clean that off for you," you say innocently
>"Wha-what? Anon, what are you- EEP!"
>Her sentence was cut short by you firmly grasping her buttocks, and giving them a light squeeze
>"O-oh, now I s-e-e-e-e-e!" she says, moaning
>You can't help but laugh, as you slowly rotate your hands in a circular motion
>By extension, Coco's cheeks move along with your hands before you stop to give them another firm squeeze
>The desire to kiss her cheeks and plunge your face into her ass were only silenced by the thought of the taste of the shampoo, and the thought of the sex that was to follow the shower
>You then run your hands along both of her buttocks, slowly and gently
>A quivering breath escapes her mouth, and you give her flanks a couple of quick squeezes
>The thought of you slapping her hindquarters crosses your mind, but you temporary brush it aside
>However, as you continue to rub her firm buttocks, the idea of slapping her ass grows more and more prevalent
>You try to bat it back, but eventually it grows too strong
>Hesitating slightly, you withdraw a single hand, and lightly pat it on Coco’s right flank
>Coco looks back at you, smiling and blushing slightly
>”Anon, you naughty dog! I know what you want to do! By all means, if you want to smack my rump, go ahead!”
>You can’t help but blush and smile in embarrassment  
>You hesitantly place both hands on Coco’s firm buttocks, and give them one more quick squeeze before removing one hand
>After pausing for just a moment to gain full confidence in your decision, you  swing your hand down, and lightly slap Coco’s hindquarters
>A loud “smack!” echoes off her cheeks, and she moans lightly through gritted teeth
>”Harder Anon!” she says gruffly
>You nod once to yourself, and prepare your hand to slap her rear again
>Coco arches her back slightly in anticipation, and you bring your hand to her behind once more, harder this time
>Coco lets out a loud “eep” before your notice her breathing becoming heavy
>”Yes Anon, just like that!”
>You raise your hand once again, and smack it off Coco’s cheeks a little harder than last time
>As you hand bounces off Coco’s rear, you notice a red spot shaped like your hand beginning to form
>You rub it gingerly for a moment, which draws a small grimace from Coco, before you reset your hand  
>Once again, you come down hard on her backside, and Coco gives a more audible yelp as your hand makes contact with her sensitive flesh
>You notice her legs are trembling slightly, and you decide to go easier on your next swat
>As you slap her buttocks for the fifth time, you see Coco’s back arch into your slap, as she gives a small moan-yelp hybrid
>”That was perfect Anon. Keep doing it like that!”
>You raise your hand for the sixth time, and smack Coco’s hindquarters once more
>As you examine her cheek, you see that the faint red mark is now very visible, and appears to be glowing
>You then take a quick glance at her legs, and see them trembling harder than before
“Alright,” you say, standing to your feet. “That’s enough for now,”
>You giver her rump a quick rub where she was still sensitive, as a light coo escapes her lungs
>Grabbing the shampoo bottle once again, you squirt some more into your hands, and begin rubbing it in your hair
>Coco grabs a very curvy brush, and lathers it up with shampoo before she begins to scrub her back
>As she moves her head, the brush follows her movements, allowing her to effectively clean herself off
>You take some of the extra shampoo from your head, and begin lathering your body with it
>Soon enough, the both of you have rinsed off, and were toweling off
>You take a quick glance at Coco's rear, and notice your hand's impression hadn't faded in the slightest
>A slight grimace crosses your face, as you can't imagine how that must feel right now
>Then you remembered that you were about to be a sub, so you'd be finding out soon enough
>"Alright Anon," Coco said, interrupting your thoughts. "Ready to get freaky?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," you respond, nodding
>You make a quick stop in the living room to grab the gear, and follow her into the dressing room
>She didn't have any mistress attire, so instead she threw on some solid black nylons, leather boots, and a short red dress
>You run a hand up what little nylon is showing before you get tied up
>The silky feeling is enough to send your dick into overdrive
>You slowly remove the contents of the bag, and grab the rope and the handcuffs >You tie your feet together, and allow Coco to fasten the handcuffs around your wrists behind your back
>She then went over to the small pile you had made, and grabbed the gag
>"Alright Anon, before we start this thing, we need to establish some sort of safety measure."
>You thought for a couple of moments, before you came up with a solution
"How about I scream into the gag twice, wait a couple of seconds then scream three times in succession?"
>"Perfect," Coco replies, smiling. "Now, open your mouth enough so I can put the gag in please."
>Please? Pfft, honey if you're gonna be a dom, you need to be more assertive
>A sly smile etches itself onto your lips, as you decide to play with Coco a little bit
"And what if I don't wa-GYAAA-MPH!"
>Your smart-ass remark was cut short by Coco kneeing you in the crotch just enough to make you open your mouth
>"Anon, you don't have to do anything right now if you don't want too. However, it would be in your best interest to adhere to my request. Understand?"
>You vigorously nod your head in response to Coco pushing her knee further into your groin
>"Good boy!"
>She takes her knee out as tears begin to form in your eyes, and fastens the gag around your head
>You watch her in slight fear, understanding that she's taking absolutely no shit when it comes to this
>Her speech is calm, and quiet as giving orders, but she has the ability to shut down disobedience
>The thought of Coco's verbal deception intrigued you greatly, as a small desire to find out how much she was willing to punish you began to form in your mind
> You feel the whip strike your ass once again, and you clench every available muscle in your body to detract from the pain
>A small yell manages to work it's way through your clenched teeth, and you begin panting slightly
>"Two more honey, just hang in there."
> Once more, the whip strikes your rear, and your back arches alongside your body tightening its muscles
> This time, you only give a slight yelp, as a little bit of pride enters your body to figuring out how to deal with the pain of being whipped
>"Almost done Anon. This is the last one."
> The whip strikes your hindquarters one final time, as you apply all the pain - diverting techniques you just used
> Once again, a yelp is audible through the gag, but it's quieter than last time
>"Alright Anon, I think you've been punished enough," Coco says
> She carefully rolls you back onto your back after allowing some of your pain to recede
>As your raw cheek touches the fabric, the burning sensation returns for a moment before it vanishes again
>You allow your body to rest, closing your eyes halfway, and panting heavily into the gag
>Coco joins you on the bed, lying on top of you and wrapping her forelegs around your chest
>As the two of you lay in silence, you assess how you felt about the whipping
>Examining it after the fact showed that you somewhat enjoyed the activity, despite the pain involved
> Maybe you'd try to avoid the whip a little more next time, as you kind of wanted to do it again
> You then return to laying in silence with your mind at ease
>"Alright, ready to continue Anon?" Coco asks, breaking the silence
>Almost immediately afterwards, you give her a slow nod, and she hops up from on top of you
 
>She returns once again to the pile and pulls out the cock ring
>As she opens the package, you suddenly become aware of the increased blood flow to your dick
>The next thing you know, the cold metal has been slipped onto your dick, with a little bit of wiggle room
>The low temperature of the ring seethed into your dick, and within moments your dick was almost completely numb
>"I think it's time I compensate you a little for the punishment you just received."
>You watch the familiar sight of Coco bending her neck down, and engulfing your cock in her mouth
> As her warm mouth swallowed your member, the numbness ebbed away, allowing you to fully enjoy the pleasure of being blown
>The cold metal and mixed with her warm mouth makes your dick go fully erect, and the cock ring seems to tighten around your shaft
>You now understand what Long meant when he said you'd want the bigger size, this thing is suffocating your dick already
>You realize you weren't going to cum anytime soon with this thing wrapped snugly around your member, which pleased you to a certain degree
>Coco then slowly lifts her head up, swirling her tongue around your cock as she did so
>The grey mare then bobbed her head up and down twice quickly, leaving behind a thick coating of saliva on your dick as she did so
>She allowed your dick to exit her mouth when she reached its tip on the second time, and she positioned her mouth to where it was near the base of your member
>With her tongue, she slowly stroked your dick from its base to its tip twice, before kissing your second head, and inserting your dick back into her mouth
>She does a couple of slow bobs down your shaft, before returning her mouth to the tip of your member, and lightly sucking on it
>You could feel a bit of your precum being sucked out as you groan quietly into the gag
>You hear Coco swallow your pre, before she engulfs your dick once more
>She dips her head down a few more times, before removing her head from your dick, and placing a hoof on it
>She gives it a couple of tentative strokes, before putting her second hoof on it, and stroking faster
>You can't help but moan at the softness of her hoofs and the tenderness of her strokes
>After stroking you for a few more times, she bends her neck down, and begins licking your balls
>She swipes her tongue across them a few times, before opening her mouth wide, and popping the right one in or her mouth
>Coco lightly suckles on it, while continuing to stroke your dick with her left hoof
>Your eyes roll to the top of their sockets, as you let out a low groan of pleasure
>After a few moments of sucking, she pulls off your nut, and takes her hoof off your dick
>"Alright," she says firmly. "Time for the fun part."
>Once again, she hops back onto the bed, and positions herself to where she's standing overtop you
>Anticipation grows inside you, until you suddenly realize you're not lubed up, and her hymen is still intact
>Uh oh
>She hesitates for a moment, realizing  he same thing you had, before you hear her sigh
>"Might as well get this over with." she mumbles. "A fat lot of good this thing has done me. I'll be better off with it torn."
>You watch as she slowly lowers herself onto your dick, and you wince slightly in anticipation of her pain
>Finally, your dick reaches her barrier
>With a confident sigh, she lifts her hips up, and thrusts herself hard onto your dick
>As your cock pierces her barrier, she let's loose a loud scream, and doubles over
>You look at her in helpless sadness, as you listen to her body eject pants and light sobs from her mouth
>Her body trembles from shock and pain, and the spot below her eyes become wet from her tears
>You look down at your dick, and see a small stream of blood trickle onto it from her pussy
>Coco stays hunched over for a minute, as she allows the pain to subside
>You hear her panting slow, as her sobs became quieter
>Soon enough, she’s able to slide her body up, and bring it slowly back down onto your dick
>She gives a couple of additional shaky breaths, before nodding to herself, and continuing
>Coco’s body trembles as she lifts herself up off your dick, and back down on top of it
>As she continues to take control, the desire to reach out, and hold onto her sides builds within you, but the handcuffs restrict the movement in your hands
>You struggle for a moment against them, before you realize it’s in vain and allow your body to relax
>A small bit of frustration builds within you, but you then remember you agreed to this
>An internal sigh sounds in your mind, as you re-focus your attention on Coco
>You watch as she slowly lifts her body up and down your shaft, trying to conserve her energy to not repeat the same mistake as last time
>After a few more times, she allows herself to speed up a little bit
>She puts her hoofs on your chest, and uses them for support as she pushes her body up with the knees of her hind legs
>She experiments a little bit, dipping her body forward as she comes down on your dick and arching it backwards as she came back up
>As she does this, you can’t help but thrust into her body, only for a little bit of fear to rush through your body as you thought about her reaction
>”Yeah Anon. Thrust with me.” she says through clenched teeth
>Relief floods your body, as you wait for her to dip back down before you thrust up into her
>You continue to thrust with her, which fills you both with pleasure
>You feel a small amount of pressure build inside your dick, but nothing too noticeable at the moment
>She increases her speed slightly, prompting you to do the same with your thrusts
>You can hear her breathing increase in speed as well as she thrusts quickly into you
>"A-Anon, I'm close..." she manages to spit out
>The thought of how quickly she's reached near orgasm this time around, but it's replaced by rational thought telling you that it's her first time with a new errotic experince
>The thoughts that were currently comfortably occupying your mind were interrupted, as Coco suddenly tosses herself onto your body, and begins moving herself up and down your chest
>Your cock bends backwards and you can feel it being slightly stretched, as Coco wraps her forelegs around your shoulders
>She pulls herself up using your arms for support, and slides her body back down by putting her hoofs on the bed and pushing against it
>The new position of your dick as well as the slight tugging feeling drives you crazy, but the cock ring squeezing your dick prevents anything from leaking out
>It also puts your dick just out of reach of her G-spot, allowing her to go a little longer before her body gives a mighty shudder, and begins pumping the yellow liquid from her vagina
>The familiar sensation of the oozing liquid on your cock feels fantastic, but you weren't even close to finishing yet
>Not even the scent wafting up to your nose helped much, as it only brought you a tiny bit closer to orgasm
>You watch as Coco finishes her orgasm, and allows herself to fall completely into your chest
>Your little buddy suddenly twitches a little, as if reminding you that it needed some stress relief as well
>Coco must've felt the twitch herself, as she slowly dragged herself off your cock, and put her hooves around the ring
>With what seems like an astronomical amount of effort on her part, she yanks the ring off your shaft, and gives it a couple of quick rubs
>"Let's wrap this up, shall we?" she says timidly, putting her hooves around your midsection
>With a small grunt, she pulls your body up, and makes a small gesture towards the bed
>"Sit up on your knees," she instructs
>With a lot of cation as to not onto your back, you roll your body's weight onto your right elbow, and swing your legs around to the back of your body
>Coco then lines up her flanks with your dick, and smiles at you
>"Stick it where the sun don't shine," she says, blushing
>You scoot forward with your legs, and slowly push your dick into her tight ass
>You take your time in reaching the back of her anal cavity to fully appreciate the tightness of Coco's rectum for the second time, and to make sure Coco's anus properly accommodates your dick
>When you feel satisfied with the additional space Coco's body has generously provided, you begin to thrust your dick back and forth within her back door
>Within a few moments however, Coco's eyes begin to scrunch, and you feel a bit of resistance inside her rectum
>"Ah-ah! A-Anon, mind going a little bit slower? You're hurting me just a little bit,"
>You sarcastically think about how she should've used some lube, before you comply with her request
>Coco's eyes return to their former, relaxed state, as you slow your thrusts down by a smidge
>Your thoughts then turn to making as deep of thrusts as you can, so the both of you could fully enjoy this
>With a steady speed, you begin pushing into Coco as far as you could, only stopping when your crotch met her soft flanks
>Sometimes you tried to push a bit further into with no avail
>After a little bit longer, you feel a large amount of pressure rushing towards the tip of your shaft
>You flex it as much as you possibly can to stop yourself from cuming, but it probes to be no use, as a large amount of your built-up seed is ejected from your cock
>Wave after wave of pleasure pulsates over your body, as your dick flexees several times to milk every last drop of cum out of your balls
>After the ninth or tenth flex, your sack is finally drained, and you collapse behind Coco
>A few seconds pass in silence, save  your shallow breathing, before Coco walks over to you, undoes the handcuffs, and curls up on your chest
>A small amount of your semen drips from her ass onto your chest, but in your current elated state, you really didn't give a shit
>A trembling hand absent-mindedly meets Coco's back, and the other one reaches up and plants itself on her head
>You give Coco a couple of loving strokes through her soft blue hair, and pat her back a couple of times
>Something subconsciously tells you that you were treating Coco too much like a pet at that point, so you ceased both of your former actions
>The back of your throat ached as it wanted you to apologize to Coco for not getting her to cum a second time, but your body was too exhausted to grant you throat's request
>After another half of a minute though, your body found enough strength to speak
"Sorry... for not making you cum a second time Coco..." you say, in between breaths
>The beige pony snuggles up closer to your chin, and you can feel her head shake from side to side on your chest
>"It's fine Anon," she says reassuringly. "That last bit was primarily for you. If I came, then that would've merely been a little bonus for me."
"OK good..." you say absent-mindedly while nodding
>The two of you lay in happy silence, before a dark thought slowly ebbs back into your mind
>Memories of Coco's sorrow from earlier began to destroy your happy thoughts and feelings, and you grip your bed sheets in an attempt to help you concentrate on driving the thoughts out
>The effort proves to be in vain, as the thoughts only get stronger and more impeding as you tried to ward them off
>Tears, screams, pain, anger, frustration, the mix of the memories and emotions finally took their toll on you
>Even your now-clenched teeth couldn’t stop the three tears that ran down the side of your face and onto her bed
>You further tried to contain your sorrows, but it proved to be a wasted effort as a steady stream of tears began to pour from your eyes
>Your body begins to tremble violently as small sobs begin pouring from your lips
>Ignoring several pleas from somewhere deep within you, your mind allows your body to envelop itself in sadness, as it deals with the feelings of regret and misery that’s been nagging at the back of your mind for months now
>Deep down, you knew you were going to have to address these feelings eventually, but this was not the time
>After several moments of contained silence from you, your body finally forced your mouth open to give it’s first audible sob of the night
>You then decided to give up fighting the misery swelling within you, and allowed several more sobs to eject from your throat
>Not five seconds passed before a worried Coco propped herself onto your chest
>”Anon what’s wrong?” she asked, failing to keep her voice steady
>It took you a few moments to compose yourself, and another several moments to decide to tell Coco the truth
“It’s… it’s trivial really…” you say slowly. “It’s just… you bringing up Suri earlier brought up some painful old memories.”
>”Anon, being hurt in any way isn’t something to take lightly,” Coco said firmly. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.”
>You give a defeated sigh, before deciding to comply with her request
”Just… memories have been coming back to me since that afternoon…”
>”Details Anon.”
>Hot damn, she’s persistent
“...Mostly ones of you crying. And talking about how Suri was treating you…”
>”Annnd?”
"And... I was recalling how worthless I felt back then."
>Coco looked at you like you had kicked a puppy, and slowly laid her head on your chest
>"Worthless? Why on Earth would you feel worthless?"
> A small knot formed in the middle of your neck as you heard her voice quiver at her question
"Because I didn't do anything. I sat by and allowed Suri to hurt you. I allowed that demon of a woman to treat you like a slave. What I did in the long run essentially amounts to a pat on your back."
>As those last words exited your mouth, Coco sat back up before leaning in, and planting a long kiss on your mouth
>After she breaks it, she plants a brief kiss on your forehead, before touching it with her own forehead
>She closed her eyes, and put a hoof on the back of your neck to rub it
>"Let me tell you something Anon. I want you to grab hold of what I'm about to say here." Coco says as she rubs your neck. "I wouldn't be sitting here with a job I love had it not been for your encouragement. I would've either given up long ago and lived out on the streets, of I'd be miserable right now working for Suri. Don't think that your consoling and encouragement did nothing for me. You don't know how far a single pat on the back went for me. There's nothing for you to feel ashamed of. The very fact that you dropped whatever you were doing just so you could comfort me in my time of need was already going above and beyond what you had to. I came to you practically every day, and yet you still made time for me. It'd take a lot more than just not fully sticking your neck out for me to possibly become unappreciative of what you did. Don't feel like you owed me more Anon. If anything, I'm greatly indebted to YOU for your help during that time."
>You allow yourself one more snivel before sitting up slightly
“I know I didn’t not help the situation any, I just feel like I could’ve done more, and that’s a feeling I’ve had for a while.”
>”Think about it like this Anon: putting yourself in the middle of the situation would’ve made the situation worse for everyone involved. It probably would’ve cost me my job, and it might’ve cost you some respect professionally. Had you interviened, I wouldn’t be working for Silver now. I never would’ve got the chance to meet Rarity, and I’d probably be working for some two-bit designer right now, if that. Suri dominated most of the market, and the others who were worth their salt weren’t very known. Had you done more, I wouldn’t be as happy as I am now. Heck, I probably wouldn’t be in a relationship with you right now. Support alone was all that could be done in my situation.”
>At her last words, Coco sank back into your chest, which practically forced you to lay back down in the bed
>As you layed down, you patted Coco twice on the head as your mind was busy at work
>Aside from Coco being the one to reassure you this time, what she said made a lot of sense
>HAD you interviened during those months, the two of you probably wouldn’t be laying in the same bed at the moment
>You allow your body to relax, as the thought of helping her more by not getting involved comforted the storm in your mind
“Thanks honey,” you say with a content smile. “I needed that.”
>”Anything to help my big, strong green man,” Coco responds with a giggle
>She snuggles up closer to your chest, as the feelings of sorrow and the foul memories melted from your mind
>You place an arm around Coco, and think about how crazy of a day it’s been
>Coping with old emotions, introducing yourself to a new form of sex, and spending a day with your girlfriend
>Seesh, if tonight doesn’t garner you a good night’s sleep, nothing will
>Coco seemed to have no trouble falling asleep, as you hear her snores drifting lazily into the air
>The painful thoughts and memories try to seep back into your mind, but they’re far less prominent than before, and you can ward them off easier
>You sigh out loud, and the realization that you may never get over the feelings of pure sorrow these memories give you  
>However, the thought of being able to ward them off is a comforting one, and allows your mind to return to its previous peaceful state
>Your eyes begin to reflect the tiredness of your mind, but you don’t wish to go to sleep quite yet
>Something is still tugging at the back of your mind, and you can’t quite tell what
>The memory, or lack thereof, of Coco not putting the collar on you enters your mind, but that doesn’t quell the nagging in your mind
>You shrug it off, thinking your mind is still trying to cope with the busy day you’ve had, and you close your eyes to sleep
>Mr. Sandman makes a quick visit to your mind, and soon enough your snores are exiting your lips, and flying into the air
 
>It is now two days later
>A solitary bead of sweat runs down your forehead before you brush it away
>Your company has decided it wants to revolutionize the cellular phone
>However, you only had half a team to work with, as the other half was working on optimizing the DVD player so it could be sold cheaply abroad
>You were currently looking over the blueprints Watt drew up
>Based Watt man, always good with circuitry
>The company wanted the phone to be able to use GPS services, a built-in camera, a way to watch TV on it, and more
>Watt’s blueprints covered all those, as well as having things such as a built-in camcorder and the ability to connect to the internet
>The design was genius, but the issue of affordability was a problem you were currently working on
>Currently, the phone would be 375 bits, but your company wanted to try to get as close to 300 bits as possibly
>You had already shaved off around 50 bits by using a bit of a smaller camera, with a little bit worse recording quality, but there still remained several components that could be replaced with cheaper products
>The problem was, there weren’t many alternatives that were decent quality-wise
>Most of them would crumple if the smallest thing went wrong outside of the circuitry within the phone  
>With an audible sigh, you place your head on your desk, and decide you need some coffee
>Soon enough, the sound of the warm coffee hitting the paper cup in the break room wafts up to your ears
>The scent of the brown liquid rejuvenates you a little bit, and your brain cries for you to inhale the beverage as it was  
>You tell it that the coffee will come soon enough, as the pot stops brewing
>As you pour it into your paper cup you notice something on the TV that momentarily pulls your attention away from the cup
>”Hey YOU! Yeah you! Need something to do this weekend? Then come on down to Astroland this weekend! You know it! You love it! Now’s the time to come visit us, as tickets will be…”
“YAUGH!” you cry, as the boiling liquid overflows from the cup onto your hand
>You slam the pot onto the counter and start furiously shaking your hand
“Fucking hell. Mother fucking coffee burning my skin… SHIT I missed the announcement.” .
>You bow your head in frustration before you hear the announcer's voice once again and your ears perk up
>”So come on down this weekend! Tickets will only be half-off this weekend, so get ‘em while they’re hot!”
>You tune out the rest of the commercial, having heard all you needed
>Astroland was the amusement park your family and Coco’s family went to every year, and where you first heard her laugh
>Maybe it was time to repay the old place a visit considering you haven't been there since you were a child
>You turn your attention back to your coffee, before your new inquiring expression turns to one of shock
>You had momentarily forgotten the cup had overflowed, which left a huge puddle on the counter with too much of the liquid sitting at the top to stir any sugar or sweetener into the drink    
>You sigh to yourself, knowing you’d have to take a couple sips of bitter coffee before you could enjoy it
>After blowing on it a few times, you take a tentative sip, only to spit the liquid back out
>Still too fucking hot
>The magma in the cup had also taken out a few thousand of your tastebuds in its rampage through your mouth  .
>You decide to wait a few minutes before you dared to take another sip
>After another couple minutes, you take another small sip of your coffee
>It was at drinking temperature, but it was still incredibly bitter
>You stick your tongue out momentarily, before taking a large drink of the coffee off the desk to make sure you didn’t have to take a third drink
>About an eighth of the cup was now drained, and the taste of the bitter coffee now resigned  stronger than before
>You shiver as the liquid runs down your throat, before immediately reaching for the creamer and sweetener
>Three shakes of creamer and a single sweetener later, you have a drinkable drink
>You stir the concoction, and take a sip
>Perfect
>You then notice the puddle of coffee on the counter that would fill up a child’s swimming pool
>After an embarrassed smile, you grab  a paper towel, and proceed to mop up the spilled coffee
 
>It is now Saturday, and Coco agreed to go to the park when you asked her the night you saw the commercial
>You were currently standing in line at the park to buy your tickets, and were two people away from getting your tickets  
“Last chance to turn back,” you say smugly to Coco. “I know how squeamish you used to get when riding roller coasters.”
>”Your memory must be hazy then, since I started loving amusement parks into the later part of my childhood,” Coco fired back just as smugly, sticking her tongue out to boot
>You laugh, and turn return your focus to the people getting their tickets ahead of you
>”Next!” the stallion behind the counter yelled
>You stepped up, and placed 23 total in various bit bills and coins
“Two day tickets please,” you tell the stallion
>He passes you the tickets as you thank him, and head towards the gate
>You give the lady behind the gate your tickets, she stamps your hand, and you’re allowed in
>Before you start on your adventure, you grab a map from the bin, and crack it open
“So where do you wanna head first?” you ask, glancing over the top of the map
>”Mmmmm, I really don’t know. What do you wanna start with?”
“How about the Drop Tower?” you say, eying it one the map
>”NO! OK, ANYTHING but that!” Coco says panicked, as her face goes completely white
>You chuckle, and look back at the map
“How about we start off easy with the Whirlwind?”
>”Sounds good.”
>The two of you walk in silence for half the walk to ride, before you decide to break the silence
“This place sure has changed since we were kids,” you say, putting your hands behind your head
>”Yeah. I haven’t seen half these rides before. Glad to see they’re expanding a little.”
“I’m surprised more people aren’t here. Half off tickets this weekend, geez! You’d think this place would be PACKED.”
>”I hope it’s not a last-ditch effort to spark some interest back into the place. I’ve heard the park was facing some financial troubles, and that the owners were thinking about selling the property.”  
>You allow yourself to cringe once, and look at Coco worriedly
“I sure hope not. I’d hate to see this place get shut down. It was a huge part of our childhood.”
>”I know what you mean,” Coco says, bowing her head slightly. “Unfortunately there’s nothing we can do about it except hope that it won’t close.”
>You give a sad nod, and return your focus on getting to the ride.
>Before you knew it, you were standing in front of the decently sized ride, as you went to join the line
>You look at the estimated wait time, and saw you had to wait an estimated fifteen minutes
>Well, the park might not be chocked-full of visitors, but the the lines were still gonna be long ones
>You put your hand on the rail beside you, and impatiently tap your finger on the cold metal
>Time seemed to stretch on for an eternity, as the line inched along
>The more of the coaster you could see, the more time seemed to slow
>You let out an exasperated huff, and Coco nuzzles against your leg to comfort you
>"Hey, it's not all bad! Look on the bright side, we could've come back and rode it latter when the ride would've had a thirty minute wait."
>You look down bleakly at her, as she puts on an exaggerated smile in hopes to convince you to look at the positives
>It didn't work
"Coco," you begin bleakly
>You pause for a moment, and see Coco's expression drop slightly
>It was only for a moment, as she managed to plaster on another fake smile, but the change was noticeable to the most inexperienced eye
>Memories of Coco's crying from when you commented on her lack of sexual experience came flooding into your mind
>Not wanting to make the same mistake, you quickly begin brainstorming alternate things you could say
"...Thanks for cheering me up a little," you say with a smile
>Coco's face practically glows when she hears your sentence, as she tries to force herself to calm down a little
>”Yeah. From what I’ve heard, this ride is supposed to be really good!”
>The two of you stood in stiff silence for a little bit longer, before Coco turned to face you, her cheeks slightly alight
>”Although I am worried a little bit about the… height of the ride…” she says, her voice barely above a whisper
>You allow yourself to chuckle slightly, before pulling Coco’s neck underneath your armpit
“That’s perfectly fine hon. Lots of ponies are afraid of heights. Just know though, that I’ll be right beside you for the entire ride. If you ever feel afraid during the ride, just reach your foreleg across the coaster, and I’ll hold it.”
>Coco nods stiffly a couple of times, and returned her focus on the line
>Time continued to drag on, and soon enough, you decided to entertain yourself a little bit    
“Oh my little pretty one, my pretty one. When you gonna give me some time Sharona?” you sang quietly to yourself, bobbing your head back and forth to the imaginary tune of the song
>You continue to sing “My Sharona” to yourself for a little bit, before you hear Coco’s voice in front of you
>”Keeping it a mystery, it gets to me. Running down the length of my thigh Sharona!” Coco quietly sang
>A smile crossed your face, as the two of you began to sing the chorus together
“Never gonna stop, give it up! Such a dirty mind, I always get it up, for the touch of the younger kind my-my-my-my-aye aye!”
>The two of you screamed “woah!” as loudly as you could, which garnered you some dirty looks from onlookers in the crowd
>You and Coco blush in unison, and go back to standing silently  
>The silence continued for a few seconds, before a pony behind you tapped you on the shoulder
>A yellow stallion with brown hair greeted you with a smile as you turned around
>”Man, you got a nice voice! I know you can’t really judge someone’s singing quality by their quiet singing, but from what I heard, you were really good!”  
“...Thanks man…” you say after getting over your initial shock
>”Ey, no problem!” the stallion responds, and you go back to focusing on the line
>Finally, after another couple of minutes, you and Coco make your way to the lines for the individual cars
>The two of you get in line for the back of the coaster, where four ponies wait ahead of you
>You watch the current car take off, and turn your head to see the other when you hear the familiar "pfffsh" of the car starting to move
>"WELCOME BACK RIDERS! How was your ride?" the PA guy announces over the speakers
>The crowd in the car roars in joy back at him, and you notice everyone's mane has been messed up
>You pat your head slightly, glad for once to be bald
>"Fan-TASTIC! Alright! When the harness above you disengages, please unbuckle the safety belt contacting the harness to the seat, gently lift up, and exit the ride safely! Have a fan-TASTIC day at Astroland!"
>You watch as all the ponies get out of the cars, and watch some of them stumble around as they try to regain their equilibrium
>"Riders who are now coming on, please make sure that the harness located above you is firmly secured, and locked after you pull it down. Please connect the harness to the seat via the safety buckle located at the bottom of the seat!" the announcer shouts over the PA as the gate open
>You watch as the ponies strap themselves in, and the employees check to make sure everything is secure
>"All clear," once announces over the PA
>"Alright mares and stallions, raise your hoofs in the air, and get ready to take a ride on Equestria's tallest 'coaster yet!" the PA guy announces as you car takes off
>As the next one rolls into the station, you look over at Coco, and notice she's shaking
"Hey, you doin' OK?" you ask as the announcer welcomes the riders back to the station
>"Y-y-y-yeah, I'm fine..." she responds half-heartedly
"Coco, we don't have to ride this if you don't want to," you say reassuringly, putting a hand on her head
>"It's-it's not that I don't want to ride. I'm just a little scared that's all..."
"Like I said, I'll be there right beside you. If you get scarred any time during the ride, just close your eyes, and give me your hoof.>"I will."
"And with that, you all are OUT'A here! Hope you have a blast on Equestria's tallest coaster yet!" you hear the announcer say, and you quickly turn your head to watch the coaster take off
>As the next one rolls into the station, excitement builds within you, as your body realizes that you're next to ride
>You listen to the announcer give his spiel one final time, before the gates open, and you make your way to the car
>You sit in the left seat of the car, and eagerly lower the harness overtop your body, and fasten the seat belt to it
>Coco does the same, but going a bit slower than you were
>The employee briskly walks down the aisle, pushes down on your harness once, and gives a thumbs-up to the operator's booth  
>"All clear," he says over the PA, and you can hear the "psh" of the tracks again
>"Mares and stallions, that means you lot are OUT'A HERE! Get ready to take a ride on Equestria's tallest coaster yet!"
>The car speeds through the small tunnel that connects the station to the outside world, and you have to squint slightly as the bright sun hits your eyes
>Your eyes soon adjust, and just in time for the car to hit the steep incline
>Slowly, but surely, the car is pulled up the seemingly endless hill, as the speakers that are perfectly lined up along the track spit out more information about the ride at you
>"The Whirlwind contains a total of 2 drops, 4 loops, 4 corkscrews, and goes at a steady sixty miles per hour!" you hear a manly voice say over through the speaker
>You then decide to block out the voice through the speaker, as you look down at the park, marveling about how high you currently were
>Your thoughts were interrupted for a moment by Coco's hoof lightly tapping your shoulder, which you then put your hand on top of, before lightly grasping it
>After another few seconds, the car had reached the top of the hill, and was about to drop over it
>Here we go
>Gravity began to pull down on your entire body, as the coaster speed down the cork-screw like hill
>The track evened-out at the tail end of the hill, as it took you to the left of where the ride began
>The track then rose up slightly, and looped back to the right with a corkscrew
>It then shot back to the left, and brought the coaster around a small bend and into a loop
>As the coaster reached the top of the loop, you could feel Coco's foreleg struggling to press up against your hand, so you let her hoof go
>Out if the corner of your eye, you could see Coco smiling brilliantly, and you could hear the laughter erupting from her mouth
>As the coaster cleared the loop, it continued on its path, until it hit a small incline, that lead to a corkscrew with the track weaving briefly left and right
>The track then dipped down into the second loop, before shooting back up into the sky
>The coaster takes only a few seconds to clear the second hill, before it spiraled back down like the first drop did
>This hill was a bit shorter than the first one, but it made up for that fact by placing an additional loop not far from the end of the hill
>The track then veered sharply to the right, where it then hit a slight incline before going into another corkscrew
>After that corkscrew, the ride dipped into another one before hitting the final loop.
>The ride then turns sharply to the left, as it begins to decelerate, and take you back to the ride’s entrance
>You have to wait behind the current coaster that was about to take off, but it only took a few seconds before your car was able to pull into the station
>”WELCOME BACK TRAIN 3, HOW WAS YOUR RIDE?” you hear the announcer call over the PA as your car enters the station
>With the rest of the crowd, you give a roar of excitement, before the announcer starts speaking again  
>”Fa-a-ntastic! Please unbuckle the belt from the harness, push up on the harness, and exit the car! We hope you enjoy the rest of your stay here at Astroland!”
>You take a moment to recollect yourself, before doing as the announcer says
>As you exit the car, you look ahead of you to see Coco wobbling around slightly, as she tries desperately not to fall.
>You let out a light chuckle, and go over to place a hand on her neck to help steady her
>When your hand touches her neck, you notice that her mane is all messed up, and is sticking straight back
>You allow yourself to chuckle once again, as you wait for Coco to fully regain her balance  
>When she finally seems to do so, you take your hand off her neck, and make your way to the exit
>The two of you then walk towards the ramp leading to the station's exit
>While you have no trouble walking, Coco was still slightly disoriented, and was walking a little slower than usual to compensate
>You then slow your own pace a little to allow her to keep up with you
>After exiting the station, you go to sit on a nearby bench, while Coco contentedly sat in front of you on the ground
>The only sounds the two of you make for a few seconds was your slightly heavy breathing, as your bodies slowly drained themselves of their remaining adrenaline
"That... was... amazing..." you finally said
>"It was!" Coco responds cheerfully. "It was a great ride to start out with!"
"Worth the wait?"
>"Defiantly!"
>You smile, and stand up to stretch, making your back pop a couple of times in the process
>As you un-curve your spine, you reach your right hand behind your back, and pull the map out of your pocket
"Where to next?" you ask, unfolding the map with a satisfying 'snap'
>Coco peers over your arm, as she begins to study the map
>"Hmm," she mutters, as she gazes over the map for the uptenth time
>"How about 'Space Race'? she asks, pointing to the attraction on the map
"That's still standing? I heard they tore it down a year ago!" you exclaim, as you brush her hoof aside
>"I think they were going to re-build it," Coco says with a shrug. "The old thing WAS built not long after the park first opened."
>You glance down at the ride's image on the map again, to make sure it was the one you grew up with
"Yeah, looks the same as it's always been," you say, folding up the map, and sticking it back into your pocket. "Shall we head over there?"
>Coco gives a few quick eccentric nods, which forces a smile to stretch across her mouth
>"Let's hurry!" Coco says, as she begins to trot off. "Hopefully the line hasn't gotten too long, and I don't want to chance it getting any longer!"
"Someone's in a rush," you exclaim quietly, as you jog to catch up to her
>"I haven't rode Space Race since I was a filly Anon!" Coco responds, as you marvel at her eagle hearing in your head. "It was always my favorite ride growing up."
"I thought your favorite ride was the Carosoul," you say jokingly
>"Yeah, when I was a LITTLE kid, and scared of everything," Coco retaliates equally sarcastically a chuckle
>A small laugh ejects itself from deep within you, and you can hardly believe the mare you're struggling to keep up with was the same mare you grew up with
>You briefly recall a time when you jokingly made a passing comment about her new haircut that she so proudly wore, and she burst into tears because of it
>Your face twists into a slight cringe, as being an insensitive asshole seemed to be a common trend for you
>Something to further work on in the future you figured, as you shrugged off the thought and focused on keeping up with Coco
>After an additional couple minutes of light jogging, you finally reach the ride, and gaze up at the sign above the entrance
>Two rocket ships are painted on each side of the sign, and "Space Race" is plastered in the middle in a future-esque font
>Two large poles with planets attached to the top of both stand to the sides of the sign, and two walls protrude from the poles
>While you were standing there, admiring the architecture, Coco had rushed inside, and was now peering intensely at you
>"Hurry up Anon!" she whines, before rounding the corner
>After taking a moment to roll your eyes, you quickly walk to the end of the wall, and turn into the building
>Two lines greet you as you round the corner
>One has a sign above it labeled "red car," the other reads "blue car"
>You catch a glimpse of Coco's tail she sprints up the stairs for the red car line, as you take the blue car line
>Trying to see which car would get back to the station first was always a fun game to play with a friend, even if it ment squat in the long run
>Which car reached the station wasn't even really in a person's control, it all hinged on which button was pressed first
>Yet, for some odd reason, flaunting the fact that your ride operator was a nanosecond faster than a buddy's was always satisfying to brag about
>Your footsteps echo off the stone steps, as you rush to get in line adjacent to Coco
>After climbing two more sets of stairs, you finally make it into the station, and get in your line
>As you look over the amount of people currently waiting to ride, you notice that the line's significantly shorter than usual
>This little detail is queer because normally the station is full of people waiting for their turn to ride by now
>Space Race has always been a popular attraction at the park, and wait times usually stretch to an upwards of two hours by now
>Your thoughts are soon broken though, as the echo of a thousand hoofs hitting the stone behind you rings in your ear, and before you know it, a large crowd has formed behind you
>Now that's more like it
>"Yipes! Where did all these people come from?" you hear Coco exclaim beside you
"Clearly from the entrance of the park Coco," you say, as you gaze over at her shocked expression
>"Very funny Mr. Smart-alek," Coco responds, the look of wonder now replaced by a look of mock annoyance. "You should go work for one of those modern-day philosophers. They'd probably appreciate your acute ability to make blanket statements and ask questions with obvious answers."
"Hey, you never know! Perhaps I CAN be the next great philosopher! Maybe I'll even surpass that one pony who pondered whether or not a pony being around to hear a tree falling in a forest actually affects its ability to make sound!"
>Coco can't help but giggle beside you, as you don a mask of false rage
"Do not laugh o' ye simple-minded fool! We will never know whether or not a tree falling in the forest makes a sound if no one is around to hear it. Do you know why? Because we won't be around to hear it make a sound!" you say in a huskier, sillier voice
>At this point, Coco is shrieking in laughter, and is now desperately trying to calm herself down
>"Fo-forget electrical engineering Anon, you could've had a real good shot at stand-up!" she manages to squeak out in between chuckles
"Nah, I'm no good unless I have someone to bounce my material off of,"
>"Hey! Two-person comedy routines exist! I could be your partner in the shows!"
"Interesting thought, but I'll pass." you say dismissively. "I love my job, and I wouldn't change a thing about it. Plus, it helped me meet you. Couldn't say that if I became a comedian."
>"Aw!" Coco exclaims, as she rubs as much of her head on your arm as she could through the thin metal bars
>You pat her on the head once, and relax your weight against the bar
>The desire for the line to move quicker enters your mind, as the prospect of your competition sets in
>There’s a new chick flick coming out soon, and it looks cheesy as fuck
>Your action-craving testosterone won’t survive an hour-and-a-half long movie about girls giggling and crying, and talking about boys, and giggling some more
>No, you HAVE to win this bet
>Plus, there’s a new drama coming out this summer that has some pretty action-heavy moments, and is apparently going to be pretty deep plot
>You haven’t seen a good drama in a while, nor have you seen a movie that made you think in a while, and the trailer made intrigued you greatly
>It was supposed to be a five-minute wait for the ride, however your newfound impatience made even that seem like an eternity
>Aside from the crowd’s chatter, the only thing you heard was the tapping of your foot against the hard pavement below you
 >You cast a glance at Coco, who’s standing there calmly, lightly bobbing her head to the beat of the music playing quietly overhead
>Her content state soothes you for some reason, and makes you realize how foolish you’re acting
>For some reason, you then decide to calm down, and wait for your turn like everyone else is doing
>Despite the placebo-like feeling that time is moving at a snail’s pace, and your slightly heavy eyes, you soon find yourself standing at the gate, ready to board when the next car enters the station  
>”Welcome back riders, how was your ride?” the announcer shouts over the PA  
>The sound of the rider’s cheers fill your ears, and you wince slightly at the noise
>”Sounds like you all had a good time. By the way, congrats to the riders of the blue car on entering the station just a split second before the red car!”
>Once again, shouts fill your ears, but only from the riders of the blue car this time
>”Alrighty then! Please push down on your safety harness to release it, exit the ride safely, and have a fantastic rest of your day, at Astroland!”
>Within a few seconds, the gates open, and you slide into your seat
>Before pulling the harness down, you look over at Coco’s car to make sure she’s getting in
>As she’s pulling the harness down in her seat, she looks over at you, and sticks her tongue out mischievously
>You laugh, and return a quick raspberry, before pulling the harness down
>After the all-clear, the announcer sends you off, but you tune him out, focusing instead on the ride
>The car slowly exits the station. and faces the hill as it rounds the corner
>Currently, you and Coco’s cars were neck and neck, but yours pulled slightly ahead as it reached the hill
“We’re SO gonna win!” you shout to Coco, as you look over at her
>”In your dreams green! Getting the head start is often a detriment in a race!” she calls back
>The two of you continue to bicker for a few moments, before you hear the click-clack of the tracks on the wheels die down, and you look up
>Even from the back seat, you can tell you’ve reached the top of the hill, and braced yourself for the drop
>You raise your arms to the sky, and give a loud shout as the car breaks the hill
>However, your joy comes to a grinding halt when you see the red car out of the corner of your eye pass yours
>Worry flashes through your mind, as you push your weight into the car in an attempt to make it speed up  
>It speeds down the hill, and rounds the corner that’s defined by the track
>Because you’re on the right track, your car pulls slightly ahead of Coco’s as it descends down the second  hill  
>The tracks take a sudden turn to the right, and they then split off in different directions, each one wrapping around the station on their respective sides
>The second after the other car disappeared from sight, the track yours was on curved upwards into a loop, and then curved into a corkscrew
>After your car had spun around twice, the track shot back towards the sky
>Your time spent skyrocketing upwards was short lived though, as the track straightened out, and took a moderate turn to the left
>As it clears the station, you have a clear view of Coco’s car… which is now speeding ahead of yours    
>The thrill of the competition and the panic of potentially losing slap you across the face, and you lean forward once again as the track takes a slight slip down a small hill  
>Once again, your cars are neck-and-neck, and you look over at Coco for a moment
>She’s looking back at you, and you both notice the other is leaning forwards slightly
>The two of you can’t help but laugh in unison at your synced thoughts, and you  both return your attention to the ride
>The coasters then follow the now-climbing track back up a few more feet, before they cross paths, with your coaster being the one on the bottom
>You can’t help but note how fitting this is considering your current sexual relationship with Coco
>They each loop back around, and head towards the opening in the back of the station
>Your car briefly passed hers by an inch, before hers caught up to yours again
>The track your car was on leveled out, as Coco’s continued to dip down
>The coaster dipped back up again, as Coco’s reached the bottom of it’s small hill
>Yours speed down, as yours speed up, and the two seemingly stopped at the same time
>Breath having escaped booth you and Coco’s lungs, you each take a moment to inhale deeply a few times, before turning to face one another
>”MY car got to the station first!” she shouted confidently
“No, clearly, MINE did!”  you fire back
>”Maybe, if you ask a blind man who won!”
>Before you could respond, Coco’s car gave a slight jerk forward, and pulls into her side of the station
>Your car follows soon, as you pull into your side of the station
>”Welcome back riders! How was your ride?” the announcer’s voice thundered over the PA
>You lift your own cheers up with the crowd’s
>”Awesome! Well, it seems like the blue car crossed the finish line, JUST before the red car!”
>Your coaster erupted in cheers again as a giant smile plasters itself across your face
>You can’t help but look over at Coco, who looks absolutely shocked  
>Bliss fills your body, as you look at Coco’s mouth hang wide open
>She slowly looks over at you, as you stick out your tongue in childish glee
>You watch as she looks down, and sighs lightly, and she begins tugging at her harness
>...Shit…
>You look down as well, as you can feel the harness loosen slightly from your body
>From the corner of your consciousness, you hear the PA shouting something, and realize he must be telling you that it’s time to get off the ride
>Your hand automatically pushes down on the harness to release it, and your compressed body lunges forward a little bit
>You stand up, swing a leg out of the car, then the other, and make your way towards the exit of the station
>The two lines eventually converge, and you search for Coco in the mass of colors
>Soon enough, you spot her, looking extremely disappointed
>You make your way over to her, and put an arm around her neck
“Hey! Chin up! Nothing you could’ve done to alter the race any!”
>”I know, I know,” she says with a sigh . “But… I just really wanted to see ‘Back to Basics 2…’ I really enjoyed the first one…”
>Shit, now you were in a pickle
>Coco looked really distraught right now, but you REALLY wanted to see ‘The Trouble with Mr. Green’”
>...Fuck it, you’ll just go to see the stupid chick flick
>You’ll just nab the DVD when it comes out
“How about you pick the next one we see, because fate dealt you a bad hand this time?” you ask, deciding to mask your intent to Coco
>”Really? Thank you so much Anon! ‘Little Pony Liars’  is coming out in a couple of months, and I would love to go see it,” she says through a shining face
>So no matter what, you’re gonna see a chick flick
>Last chance to change your mind before the idea of going to see her movie instead of yours
>...Nah, she’s gonna be happier seeing the first one over the second  
>She picks up her step a little bit, as the two of you head over to a bench to figure out where you were gonna go next
>As you pull out your map, your stomach gives a loud groan, and a slight pain follows it’s roar
>”What do you say about going to get some grub?” Coco asks, chuckling
“Hey, I’m fine if we keep going, but I think my stomach likes your suggestion better,” you laugh, as your stomach gives a mighty groan
>”You got some place in mind?”
“How about I let you decide? Another apology on behalf of fate for being a jerk.”
>Coco laughs again, and looks at the restaurant section of the map
>”Hmmmm, how about ‘The Rib Cage?’ she asks, pointing to the spot in the map
“Odd name for a restaurant. Gonna guess they primarily serve ribs.”
>”If they don’t, I’ll be very surprised.”  she says dryly
>It took you five minutes to walk to the restaurant, but when you arrived, the smell of the ribs cooking inside wafted into your nostrils
>You look up at the sign, and notice that the letters are enclosed around a giant rib cage
“...Interesting decor…”  you say quietly
>”Yeah. Kinda gives me the creeps. But hey, if the ribs are good, that’s all that really matters right?”
>You give a curt nod, and walk up the stairs
>The closer you got the entrance, the more the smell investested your nasal cavity, and the louder your stomach growled
“Easy there buddy. You’ll get some food in a minute,” you say quietly, putting a hand over your stomach  
 >The doors are designed like a saloon's,  and you enter without a moment's hesitation
>Coco follows brusquely behind, and the two of you make your way over to the table in front of the register
>The hostess has her back turned as she's giving an order to a waitress, who then scurries off
>The small purple pony gives a sigh of relief, and turns to face you
>"YIIIKE!" she cries, as she fully turns around
>Along with her sudden outburst comes a leap from behind the table, and into the wall next to you
>You cringe slightly, as you hear her head smack against the hard wood
>You rush over, and pick her up by the waist to set her up right
"Are you OK?" you ask, as you bend down beside her
>It takes her a few moments, but she eventually looks up at you, and puts on a very shaky smile
>"Y-y-yes sir. It's just, y-you started me. I've never seen a p-pony like you before!"
"Probably because I'm not a pony."
>"You're not? Well are you some breed of Diamond Dog? Or Griffon?"
"No to both. I'm a human."
>"Human? I've never heard of that animal before..."
"You knew in town? Everyone around here has seen me at least once."
>"Y-yeah, I just moved here from Pohio."
> That explains it
>"My goodness, you almost touch the ceiling you're so tall... no offence, but I'm not sure one of out main seats will be able to hold you."
"None taken. I would like a seat though, so if you have one that would better support my weight, that'd be great."
>"Sure! We have some chairs for, *ahem* larger guests in the back. Lemme go prepare the two of you a table, and grab you a chair... It IS just the two of you right?"
>You nod, and she sighs under her breath
>"I'll be right back sir!" she says, as she trots over to the back room
>She wasn't kidding, as she came out a second latter with a metal chair suspended in the air with her magic
>"Right this way please," she says, as she walks over to your table  
>Your table is right next to a window seat, which is good, as you have a nice view of the park immediately outside the restaurant
>"So, can I start you off with something to drink?" she asks, pulling out a small notepad
"I'll just have water," you say as you open the menu
>"Water with lemon please," Coco says in front of you
>"Coming right up!" the pony says pleasantly
>She trots off as Coco opens her own menu
"So what’ll it be today? Ribs, ribs, or ribs?" you ask Coco jokingly  
>Coco lets loose a furry of cute giggles, as she puts down her menu for a second
>"Tough choice Anon. You're really putting me in a bind here."
>Now you can't help but laugh, as you go back to looking at your menu
>You were right, the joint did primarily serve ribs
>However, they had a surprisingly large selection of food there, including veggie  burgers, and steaks
>Man, you haven't had a good steak in a while
>Unsurprisingly, no one around Manhatten is really interested in cooking a steak
>Understandable, seeing as most ponies lean more twoards their herbivore side than their carnivore side
>You were half-tempted to get a steak, if just to feel it's grain against your teeth again
>However, the thought of how you would look in the eyes of Coco darted through your mind, and you thought you'd better check with her first
"So, what's catching your interest right now?" you ask, masking your intent
> "Full slab of ribs," she says briefly
"Wha-really?" you ask, taken back at Coco's sudden craving for meat. "I... I thought you were a herbivore."
>"You should know that ponies are omnivores by now Anon," Coco says as she puts down the menu with a smile. "Meat's just an occasional thing for me. I love it, but I love herbs more. So I only ever eat meat when I get the chance."
>Note to self, start taking Coco to burger joints that serve actual burgers
>"What are you gonna get?"
"Fourteen ounce ribeye probably. Haven't had a good steak in a long time."
>"Huh. I never knew you liked steak. We'll have to go to a steakhouse sometime in the future then."
"Good luck finding one in this city. Most ponies are scarred to skin a chicken, let alone cook a cow."
>"There's that one place on West 34 Street. We could stop in there sometime for dinner."
"There's a steakhouse on West 34?"
>"Yeah, they just opened a few months ago. I heard they're really good."
"Huh. We'll have to check 'em out then."
 
>You then put your menu down, right as a second waitress comes up to your table
>"Hello, my name is Emerald, I'll be your waitress today as Mrs. Star had to go back to hosting. What can I get for you two today?"
>"I'll have a full slab of ribs with a chef salad as a side," Coco says, handing the menu to the waitress
>"Excellent!" she exclaims. "And you?"
"I'll have your fourteen ounce Ribeye, medium well with a baked potato."
>"Coming right up!" she says, taking your menu
>As she trots off, you look over at Coco, who is quietly sipping her water through a straw
>You grab your own glass, and take a swig
"I wonder when this place was put in. Back when we were kids this park was vegetarian-dishes only."
>"Heh. That reminds me of when our families first came here, and it got to about lunch time."
"I wanted a burger soooo bad. I thought an amusment park of all places would have a burger joint in it, but I guess not."
>You swirl the glass around in your hand, briefly recalling how dishes containing meat were a rarity when you were a kid, considering most ponies ate fruits and vegetables only
>"If I remember correctly, you were on the verge of tears when your dad told you the park didn't have any restaurants that served meat," Coco responds with a giggle
"It was mostly from disappointment. I had my hopes set too high, and they were shattered. Although that carrot stew was amazing."
>"So was the apple pie."
"Oh-ho-ho, you're making me hungrier by the minute."
>"Should've got a salad to start off."
>You roll your eyes, and take hold of Coco's hoof
"Probably should've. But I didn't want to spoil my appetite."
>"Salads aren't that filling Anon."
"Have you even SEEN the salads you ponies eat? They're gigantic! I could probably have one of those alone for a meal, and go for another day after that without eating!"
> Coco giggles again, and takes another sip of her water
 
>"Hey, it's not our fault we need to eat so much!" she says as she puts her glass down
"No, but humans can't eat a bowl full of salad bigger than our heads and still have room to scarf down MORE food."
>Coco cackles for a moment, letting lose a snort or two, before hastily regaining her composure
>"C...curse you for making me laugh that hard," she says as she playfully swats your hand
"Ow..." you say jokingly, as you shake your hand out and pout your lower lip in an overly-dramatic manner
>"Sure is Rarity in here, " Coco says quietly with a giggle
"Rarity? The mate that helped you land your job?"
>"...Yeah, that's the one. Surprised you heard me say that though. Thought I was inaudible there."
"You weren't. So I'm assuming she over-dramatticises things often?"
>"Mhm. You don't know the half of it. She's not too bad when you get to know her, but she can appear to be a bit much at first glance."
"What does she talk like? I want to paint a clear picture of her in my head."
> "Well her voice hightens greatly in pitch when she's excited for starters. And I could swear 'darling' was her favorite word based on how often she uses it..."
"So she's something like this?"
>You then put your hand over your forehead, and slouch down slightly in your chair
"Oh, DARLING! I think you might've broken a bone in my hoof from that nasty swat!" you say in a high-pitched voice. "I'm going to have to go to the hospital later today to get it examined!"
>Coco giggles in front of you, which drives you to continue
"There's one too many ice cubes in this drink!" you continue, swooping down to where your eyes are right in the middle of the glass. "That means it'll be a whole two degrees colder than what I like! Oh, how will I EVER consume this liquid?"
>Coco is now repressing what would be very loud laughter, which was your cue to take it down a pinch
>Don't want a potential Needle situation again
"This restaurant doesn't even carry the proper dining utensils that any respectable eatery SHOULD have! Coco darling how could you EVER eat in such a barbaric establishment?"
>That does it, as Coco lets loose two high-pitched laughs, followed by a fury of giggles
>"Al-alright! Alright! E-enough! Please! I c - can't take anym-m-more!"
"That was the last one, I swear."
>Coco's still having a fit of giggles, when Emerald comes back with your food
>"One fourteen ounce Ribeye for the gentleman, and one full slack of ribs for the lady  
"Thank you," you say, as Coco is unable to do so
>"If you need anything else, just call' she says nodding, and trotting off
>You patiently wait for Coco to finish giggling... which takes an insane amount of time
>The growling in your stomach urges you to plow into the meal that's been put on your table, but your conscious tells you to go with the gentlemen route and wait for her to finish
>In your hungry state, your mind begins to come up with reasons as to why you should ignore your conscious, and plow into the meal
>You reason that you've been sacrificing a lot for her today, and wonder what she's done for you recently
>...Oh right. She put up with your shit in bed for two weeks
>Your mind sighs, but perks back up when you hear Coco's laughter die down
>"O-OK. I think I'm good now."
>She lets loose a sigh, before looking down
>"Oh! Our food has arrived!" she says surprised, as she places booth hooves on their respective protruding rib bone
>Finally, you can chow down
>After splitting open the potato with your knife, you take a large slab of butter off the stick provided, and dump it into your potato
>You add a pinch of salt to it, and start to mash it with your fork
>The growling in your stomach only allows you to mash for a few seconds, before you take a fork full of potato and stuff it into your mouth
>As the food hits your stomach, it shuts up, and allows you to enjoy your meal
>You take a couple extra bites of the potato, before turning to the steak
>With a knife in hand, you slice a fairly small piece out of the bottom, and pop it in your mouth
>You admire the slight chewiness to the meat, as you grind the slice up with the back of your teeth before swallowing
>As you intake your second piece of the steak, you look over at Coco to see how she's enjoyed her meal
>Rib sauce is sprinkled around her muzzle, and another speck is splattered on as she takes her fourth or fifth bite of the slab
"Good?" you ask, your words slightly muffled by the steak in your mouth
>She can only nod, as she takes a few more seconds to chew before swallowing >"It's devine..." she responds in a hypnotic tone. "Want some?"
"No thank you. I have this steak to focus on," you say as you wave off her slightly extended hoof
>She shrugs, and tears another piece off the rib
>You scrape your fork alongside the bottom of the potato once again, and place your fork loaded with the golden delight into your mouth
>You decide to savor this bite a little, and chew the food for a few seconds longer before swallowing
"So Coco," you begin, deciding that you and your marefriend needed to converse a little. "I was wondering what the best cut of meat you've ever had was."
>"I remember this one little Greek place," she begins, as she slides her current bite down her throat. "That had an amazing lamb dish that practically melted in your mouth when you ate it."
"Really? Do you remember the name of the restaurant?"
>"I'm not totally sure. I think it was called “Little Greeks” or something along those lines.”
“Huh. Yet another place to check out then. If we can find it. When was the last time you went?”
>”Oh goodness, it was a couple of years ago. I had just started working for Suri, so I know it was around then.”
“Hmm.”
>You take another bite of your steak before Coco speaks
>”So. What’s the best cut of meat YOU’VE had?”
“There was this one fair that I went to in Pohio,” you begin, as you swallow your current bite. “That was a  jazz and rib festival. The way it worked was you went to your food truck of choice to get a slab. I went to “Pulled Pork’s” truck, and I made the right choice. Their ribs were cooked to perfection, and their sauce was out of this world. It had a nice tang to it, while still being sweet, with a small kick to it. Took me five minutes to plow through the whole slab.”
>”Really? These are pretty good right here. Wanna try a bite, and see if they compare?”
“Sure.”
>She sets the slab down, and you pick a little bit off with your fork
>As you pop into your mouth, the sweetness of the sauce
>You continue to chew, noticing the meat’s a little chewy
>Nothing too major, but it’s definitely noticeable
>Unfortunately for the restaurant, the only meat you like to be soft is ribs
>”Whatchy’a think?”
“Not bad. Not as good as the ones at the Jazz and Ribfest though.”  
>”Those must’ve been some pretty good ribs then.”
“Like I said, they were fantastic.”
>You go back to eating your steak, before you get the thought to offer her a bite
“Wanna try my steak since I had a little of your ribs?”
>”Sure.”
>After placing the fork in a small section of the steak, you cut into the meat with your knife, and take off a bite-sized piece
>You silently put it on Coco's plate, and watch as she tastes the sample you gave her
>Her eyes shut for a second as soft sounds of pleasure escape her chewing lips
>Coco's eyes remain shut until she swallows the piece... about fifteen seconds later
>You counted
>Your mouth folded in on itself as your cheeks puffed out in mild amusment while you watched Coco chew the meat
>As she slid the bite down her throat, you folded your hands in front of your mouth and smiled slyly
"How was it?"
>"Really good," she said with a mystified tone in her voice. "I've only had steak a couple of times before, although I can definitely tell you that was the best I've ever had."
"We really gotta go to steakhouses more often. You've been eventually robbing yourself of some fantastic dishes by eating at herbivore-only restaurants."
>Not to mention it would allow you to chow down on animal flesh more often
>...When you put it like that meat suddenly seems less appetizing
>You take a minute to re-romanticize  your dish of cow muscle before taking your knife to it again
>The rest of the meal is carried out in relative silence, outside of the clatter of the utensils on your plate, and the occasional chit-chat between you and Coco
>Before you realize it, both of your plates are clear, and the check is sitting on your table
>You slip out your wallet, slip your card into the little clip, and are about to walk up to the register to pay, when a familiar voice sends a spark of rage through your body
>"Why if it isn't my dear friend Coco Pommel!" Suri's voice rings through the air, as it simultaneously bangs around in your skull
>You quickly turn your attention to Coco, who sits in frozen silence as she stares at her former boss
>As the sound of Suri's hooves hitting the wood floor defiles your ears, you turn your head to look at the pink pony
>You watch her strut cockily over to you, as her purple hair twisted into a bun shakes lazily to the clopping of her hooves
>"O-o-oh... hello Suri. Nice to see you here..." Coco responds nervously, as she uncomfortably shifts in her seat
>"Please Coco, you're speaking to a professional here. I think that you should address me as 'Ms. Polomare' considering your current status as a... lowly dress maker."
>Coco's voice breaks as she tries to speak, so you speak on her behalf
"She doesn't have to call you squat," you say darkly, wishing so badly that you could swear in front of Coco. "Last time I checked, she was employed by Silver Needle, not some no-name dress maker who gets half of her designs from other ponies."
>Suri doubles in disbelief, but you don't fucking care
>Coco's no longer under Suri's jurisdiction, do you can say whatever the fuck you want
>The time for silence was two months ago
>"And who..." Suri begins, clearly offended. "Might this... delightful creature be Coco?"
"Name's Anon." you say once again on behalf of Coco. "And unless you want things to turn ugly, you better say what you want to say and leave."
>You briefly shoot Coco a glance, and see she looks relieved, but a little scared
>"W-well I just wanted to stop in and say hello of course! Just checking in on an old friend..."
>The way she kept referring to Coco as her friend made you want to puke
>"I like to keep in touch with those who almost ruin my business."
>After another quick glance at Coco, you see she's on the verge of tears
>Oh no bitch, you're not playing the guilt card
"Well maybe if you treated your employees like people instead of slaves, you'd have more to help you with your plagiarism." you say cooly  
>Now Suri, looks pissed... and a little on the edge
>Good, you want to see her squirm
>Time to hit close to home
"So how is business going without your best dressmaker helping you?"
>"I-it's going f-fine at the moment! Why do you ask?"
>Doubt
"Really? But, I heard that half your staff quit after Coco left. However did you recover from that?"
>"Sure, I-I was in a bi-bit of a tough spot after that little... 'incident'... but I hired on some interns and a full-time dressmaker to help me bounce back. I must say, this new mare is quite good. I daresay she's better than Coco."
>Doubt again
"Sounds pretty impressive. Maybe Coco and I should stop in sometime to see her work."
>"W-well she doesn't have anything finished quite yet, s-so..."
"So what's the issue? Just give us a ring whenever she's got something finished so we can pop in and see it. I don't know about Coco, but I really wanna see this mare's hoofwork if she's as good as you say she is. Unless of course you were lying about her skill."
>"Don't be silly s-sir! Honestly to claim that I would lie is an absolute insult to my integrity sir! It's just that... our workload is currently so high, and she's doing several designs at once and that eats up a lot of her time, so any of her dresses won't be ready for a few months..."
"I see..."
>Bullshit to any of that being true, but you wanted to make her feel a little easier as you lead into your next whammy
"I'm surprised though, that you've  managed to make such a financial comeback after such a huge setback seeing as you're here."
>"Well... we haven't fully recovered yet... but it was half-priced for all tickets today and I figured I needed a small break."
"Are you sure your pocketbook can handle it though? I mean I wouldn't exactly go out and buy myself a new suit  if I could barely afford to pay my electric bill, ya know?"
>Suri looks like she's about ready to snap, before she turns to Coco
>"What relation is this... 'thing' to you Coco?" Suri says stiffly
>Ouch, 'thing' kinda stung
>"He's by coltfriend. Or... my boyfriend in this case I guess..." she says nervously
>"Hm. I figured only a mare as desperate as you would go for a cretin such as him."
>You stand up, ready to slap this chick, before Coco stops you
>"No, no, it's fine Anon." she says calmly. "It may be true. I MAY have been desperate when I started going out with you.  Although I was more desperate FOR you than anything else. But, putting that aside, I'd rather have the biggest jerk in the world as my boyfriend who I love and who loves me back, than be a cold-hearted woman who couldn't warm up to the most romantic man in the universe."
>You can't help but smile as you look over at the pink pony and see her mouth practically touching the floor
>"Don't worry though Suri, I'm sure love will find you someday. But until then, you always have your tapes."
>A short burst of laughter erupts from within you, while you admire the look of pure mortification on Suri's face as you sit down
>"Wha- you... YOU..."
>At this point, the pink pony's face has turned bright red, and she looks like she's about ready to strangle Coco
>"Oh please finish your thought, MS. Polomare."
>Nail in the coffin right there
>You watch Suri seethe in rage as she turns around and brusquely walks towards the exit of the restaurant
>She's about to leave, before she turns to look at Coco one last time
>"Mark my words Pommel. You'll regret the day you left me without a good designer. I will make you come crawling back to me for a job, and I will laugh in your face as I slam the door on you. Forever."
>You couldn’t help but look smug as you watched Suri scoff out of the restaurant
>As you turn to collect the check, you notice Coco’s expression currently holds a gaze of fear, as she stares at the door Suri just walked out of
“Hey, what’s wrong hun?” you ask concernedly, as you walk over to her
>”Suri usually follows through with her threats… I’m afraid of the possible future…”
"Hey, don't fret about it!" you respond, lightly stroking her mane. “There’s nothing she could do to really hurt you.”
>”There’s a lot she can do Anon…”
>She seems to be unable to finish the sentence, as she looks to the ground with a worried expression
>”You were only partially right when you said she was a no-name designer. Suri… has connections. Big connections. If she wanted to, she could hit up the editor of the “Manehattan Times and ruin a pony’s life.”
“....Oh. There’s… nothing you’ve done that she could drag back up and ruin your life with right?”
>She shakes her head before saying, “Outside of our relationship, no. Even then, most ponies seem OK with it. That or they don’t know.”
“So where’s your worry coming from?”
>”She may be a plagiarist, but she’s at least creative. I worked under her for two years, all the while I was forced to make her plagiarized dresses. That may come back to bite me hard.”
“Then we just tell the public that she forced you to make them. Problem solved.”
>”Using what evidence? Suri could feign ignorance of the whole thing, and then the blame would be put squarely on my shoulders.”
>Fuck, no matter which way you slice it, Coco’s gonna come out of this in a bad spot
“Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it. In the meantime, let’s enjoy the rest of our day here.”
>She softly nods her head, and the two of you proceed to the cash register with the bill in hand after you leave a 3 bit tip on the table
>The skittish hostess from earlier is still there, and she still seems a little on edge at your appearance, but she quickly gets over it  
>You pay, and head towards the door
>”Have a great rest of your day at Astroland!” she calls to you
“Thanks a ton!” you respond
>As you exit the restaurant, you pull put the map, and crack it open
"Where to now?" you ask Coco
>"I don't really mind. You decide." she says with a hollow voice
>You look over at Coco, and see she's wearing a look of extreme concentration
>A concerned eyebrow raises on your face, and you slowly go back to looking at the map
"How about 'The Monster?'"
>"The old rickety wooden coaster that tosses you like salad?" she asks in a slightly panicked tone, snapping out of her trance
>She goes back to calculating for a few seconds before looking up at you
>"Let's do it."
>The two of you set off for the ride, as Coco's face returns to calculating mode once again
>You figure she's still thinking about Suri and the potential danger she's in
>Pulling from every memory you can think of, you struggle to quickly find a conversation topic to take her mind of things
>Finally, it hits you
"Remember when we first went on the ride, and you made me go before you?" you ask bluntly
>"Hm?" she asks, her face perking up a little
>A puzzled look replaces the calculating one for a few moments, before it shines bright with remembrance
>"Oh yeah! I was absolutely horrified of that thing because I was afraid I'd get bruises from it... oooooh I think I can feel them again."
>Poor Coco, she had such sensitive skin
>"The Monster" was supposed to be a slightly wilde ride, where one would get beat up, but not to the extent of betting bruises
>Coco, of course, was the exception
 
>You had to practically drag her on the ride the first time she rode it, and even still YOU had to ride it first just so she could see that it wouldn’t bruise her
>However, when the train pulled back into the station, you were shocked to see that she was almost completely covered with bruises
>You rushed over to make sure she was OK, but to your shock, she was grinning ear to ear with her hair whipped all over her head
>When you were about to ask her if she was OK, she burst out laughing and asked if you could go again
>”But still,” Coco says, interrupting your thoughts. “It’s nothing compared to the ‘Monster’ I’ve rode on for the past month.”
>Laughter explodes from your lungs, while blushing heavily at her comment
>You hear Coco lightly giggle beside you, as you struggle to re-compose yourself
“W-what brought this on?” you ask as you get yourself under control
>”Maybe I’m trying to hint at what we should do tonight,” she responds seductively, clinging to your arm    
>And all of a sudden your little buddy starts telling you it wants air
“We’ll see. It all depends on how much energy I have left tonight.”
>”Well we better head out early then to make sure there’s enough gas in your tank.”
>Hot damn, she wants it bad
“How about we go on two more rides, and head out?”
>”Sounds like a plan.”
>After another couple minutes of walking, you finally reach the entrance of ‘The Monster’, and quickly head inside the shack leading to the station
>As you head deeper into the wood hut, you spot a clock on the side wall telling what the estimated wait time for the ride is
>It currently sits at twenty-five minutes.
>With a quiet groan, you lean your back against the nearest wall, and focus your gaze up to the ceiling
>A couple of minutes pass before Coco speaks
>”Hey, wanna play a game of twenty questions?”
“Eh. Why not?”
>”OK. You start.”
>it takes you a minute, but you eventually think of a police officer
“Alright. Go.”
>”Are you a person?”
“Yes.”
>”Do you go to work?”
“Yes.”
>”Are you famous?”
“No.”
>For the most part, her questions are wrong, but she does get one or two right
>”Do you wear blue?” she asks for her seventeenth question
“Yes.”
>”Do you work mostly in an office?”
“No.”
>”Do you wear a badge?”
“Yes.”
>”Do you carry a gun with you at all times?”
“Yep.”
>”Are you a police officer?”
“Good job.” you say, smiling at her.
>”Alright, my turn!”
>Same thing goes down, however you do far worse than she did question-wise
>You’ve gotten maybe two questions right, and even then they didn’t give you much insight into what the thing was
“Are you orrange?” you ask for your nineteenth question
>”Nope.”
>”Are you red?”
>”Uh-uh.”
“Hmmmmmmmmm…. are you a grapefruit?”
“Nope! I’m a pear!’
“Bleh,” you say, leaning your head against the wall
>”Wamma play again>>”Alright, my turn!”
>Same thing goes down, however you do far worse than she did question-wise
>You’ve gotten maybe two questions right, and even then they didn’t give you much insight into what the thing was
“Are you orrange?” you ask for your nineteenth question
>”Nope.”
>”Are you red?”
>”Uh-uh.”
“Hmmmmmmmmm…. are you a grapefruit?”
“Nope! I’m a pear!’
“Bleh,” you say, leaning your head against the wall
>”Wanna go again?”
“Nah.”
>”Why? Afraid you’ll lose?”
“Mmhm.”
>Coco lets loose a small giggle before she wraps a small hoof around your midriff
>”Aw. My man doesn’t like loosing.”
>You allow her to shake you a couple of times, before you smile and wrap your arm around her body
>”Hello again riders! How. Was. Your. RIDE?!’ the announcer shouts, making you jump slightly
>You turn your head to look at the ride just as the riders scream in response
>”F-a-AN-tastic! Please push down on your hardnesses to release them, and exit the ride as safely as you can. And have a great rest of the day at Astroland!”
>You quickly observe the line in front of you, and see that you and Coco have about  six more rides to sit through before you and Coco were going to get a chance to ride
>Two minutes to wat
>Should be worth it though, this IS Coco’s favorite ride after all
“Wanna play a quick game of twenty questions again?”
>”Gotten over your fear of losing then?”
“Something like that.”
>”Alright, I have something in mind, so you can guess.”
“Are you a thing?”
>”Yes.”
“Are you made of fabric?”
>”No.”
“Are you ediable?”
>”Yes.”
“Are you a fruit?”
>Sixteen questions later, you think you have the answer
“Are you a peanut?”
>”Yep!”
“Ye-HA! I won!”
>”Alright Mr.Braggart, don’t get too big of a head. I’m still ahead by one.”
>You were about to challenge her to another game, before the “fwish” of the train coming to a stop pulls your attention away
>”WELCOME BACK TRAIN THREE! HOW! WAS! YOUR! RIDE?” the announcer screamed over the mic
>The crowd screamed in response, as you made a mental note that he was starting to get annoying
>You tune out the set of instructions that follow, and hop in the left seat of one of the middle cars the second the gates open  
>Just as you’ve grasped the bar above your head, you hear Coco’s harness click into place
>As you pull yours down, you take a gander at Coco, who’s practically vibrating in her seat
“Excited?” you ask, securing your own harness
>”Very.”
>You allow yourself a small chuckle as the attendant passes by and secures your harness
>The all clear is given, followed by a brief lurch forward from the car before it begins to pull forward at a steady rate
>”That all-clear means you riders are free to go! Please keep all limbs inside the car at all times, and enjoy your trip on The Monster!”
>The train pulls out of the station, and through a tunnel
>Pure darkness surrounds you for a few moments, as adrenaline floods your system
>Just then, a roar echoes through the loudspeaker, and the train shoots forward at an incredible speed
>You only have a few seconds to register that you’re now rapidly climbing the hill before you clear it and shoot straight down
>When the train reaches the bottom of the hill, it takes a harsh right turn, which racks your body against your seat
>The wooden beast takes rushes through a harsh loop, before plunging backing a dark shack
>As it speeds further and further into the shack, it takes a few “dips” to the left and right, which knock your shoulders around a bit
>Finally, you can see light as the train exits the shack and climbs another small hill  
>The coaster gives you a quick knock to your head, as it spirals downward in a corkscrew
>It pulls into a loop at the end of the corkscrew,and then veers sharply to the right
After the turn, it pulls into another corckscrew further to the right before it begins its climb up the second hill
>This one takes a bit longer to clear
>As the rickety coaster belts down the hill you see the third shack appear in front of you before you rush into it
>The moment your train enters the shack, it takes a sharp turn to the right and deposits your car outside the station, where it zooms towards the station again
>However, the track takes one more sharp turn to the right at just the right time to give the passengers the notion that the ride was almost over
>The coaster shoots forwards on the track, before it’s interrupted by a turn to the left, followed by a loop
>After the train exits the loop, it speeds up a hill, corkscrews to the left one final time, before it comes to a sudden halt at the edge of the station
>As you begin to calm down, you notice your mouth is curved into a large grin, and you’re shaking slightly
>You cast a glance at Coco, only to wince when you see a few bruises plastered throughout her body
>A bit of remorse fills your body, until you see that Coco is trembling in excitement with a grin that’s stretched from ear-to-ear on her face
>As the train pulls back into the station, you hear the announcer addressing everyone over the PA
>”Weeeeeeeeeeeeeelcome back everypony! How was your RIDE?!”
>Your ears squirt out a few drops of blood, as Coco screams louder than anyone else in the train in response
>”Fa-a-antastic! Please push down on your harness to release it, push up on it, and exit the ride as safely as possible! Have a fantastic rest of your day at Astroland!”
>You can feel the pressure of the harness alleviate off your chest, and you lightly press down on it
>As the harness flies up, you begin to get up, before you notice Coco isn’t moving
>You push on her harness, and wave a hand in front of her face
“Coco? Coco you alright?”
>She says nothing, but the look in her eye reminds you of that of a stoner’s
>You wrap your arms around her body, as its form lazily collapses into your hands
 >She gives a soft wheeze as you pull her into your chest, as carry her out of the station
>As you walk into the bright afternoon sun, Coco gives a small moan, and clutches onto your shirt  
>If you weren’t slightly concerned for her safety, you’d let loose a “daaaw’ right now
>You soon find a bench, and plop down on it as you wait for Coco to recover
>She mumbles a few things under your breath, and you can’t help but smile at her current cuteness
>Eventually you feel her head slowly press against yours, as she lets out a small groan
>You feel her body stiffen out of nowhere, as she slowly looks up at you with eyes as large as eggs
>Her lips curve into an embarrassed smile, as her rosy cheeks push over the bottom of her eyes
“Hey there. Have a good rest?” you ask as you pet her mane
>”Y-yeah. Thanks for asking,” she bashfully replies, tiling her head down as she leans into your hand
>You loosen your grip on her, as she slowly slides off your lap, and plops onto the ground
>As she brushes a stray hair back into place, you rise from the bench, and stretch
“So where to next?’
>”O-oh! Um… I’m not really in the mood for roller coasters anymore. Think we could head back to my place?”
“Sure. After I take a ride on the Drop Tower.”
>She lets out a relieved sigh, as she turns to face the sidewalk
>You take the lead, with Coco trotting at a steady pace behind you  
>”Um… thanks for grabbing me before things could get awkward…” she says after a few seconds
“Things didn’t get awkward for you back there on the bench?
>”Well that stemmed from embarrassment over having to be carried off the ride by you, followed by you holding me like a child…”
“I thought you’d like that though,” you say, not able to hide the smirk from your face  
>You glance back at Coco, only to see her head dropped, and her cheeks alight
>”I never said I didn’t…” you heard her mumble
>A laugh escapes your lips, and you watch Coco’s cheeks flush an even deeper red
“Hey, you can’t help that you dig the meat paws.”
>This gets a laugh out of Coco, who then swings her head back up with a smile on her face
“There’s the Coco I know and love.”
>She blushes again, but lighter this time
>”Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
>After another five minutes of walking, you’re standing in front of the giant tower, while the current batch of riders are currently climbing into the sky inside the disk
>You place hand overtop your eyes so the sun doesn’t blind you with all it’s new-fangled UV rays, and whatnots
“Oh yeah baby. Now THIS is a ride!”
>You glance over to Coco, who’s slightly trembling beside you
“Wanna take a spin on this thing with me?”
>”N-NO! No! I’m fine. Thanks for asking though.”
>A small chuckle escapes your lips, as you make your way over to the line
>You hear a small whimper behind you, followed by the clippy-clop of hooves on the pavement
>The next thing you know, Coco is standing beside you, with a look of pure fear on her face
>”M-might as w-w-well try it out once,” she stutters
>As you give her a once-over you see she looks like she’s about ready to cry
>The two of you walk towards the ride, and you put your arm around Coco’s neck
“Are you a little nervous?”
>”A little is a little bit of an understatement.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. The ride is totally safe, and if you need comforting, I’ll be right there beside you.OK?”
>”OK…” she says with a sniffle
>You give her a comforting smile, with a brief pat on the neck
>She takes a few deep breaths, and the two of you set off again
>The wait for the ride is only five minutes, which is the best news you’ve got all day
>Normally you could go longer, but the prospect of Coco love tonight made you uncharacteristically sleepy
>Although the more you thought about it, the more you wondered if Coco wanted to have normal sex, or go for another BDSM romp
>Meh, now was not the time to think about that
>As the two of you stepped into line, Coco pressed her body against yours, and you could feel her slightly shaking
>You reached your arm around her neck and rubbed her cheek a couple of times
>As hot butter in the sun would, she practically melts into your arms, as her trembling slows drastically
>The sound of the latch at the top of the ride releasing startles you can Coco alike, and the sound of the screams of the riders and the “woosh” of the disk falling to the Earth
>Soon after, the second “woosh” of the ride slowing down fills the air, as the disk nearly stops just before crashing into the pavement
>It takes a few seconds for all the riders to disembark, and for the next batch to get on
>While your hype rises, Coco’s fear grows, as she begins to tremble more violently now
“You sure you want to go on this thing? You don’t have to you know?” you ask to a quivering Coco
>She does a strange nod-shake of her head, due to the vibrations of her head  
“Alright then. Just remember you can back out at any time.”
>As the gap between Coco, yourself, and the ride lessens and lessens, Coco begins to show more signs of nervousness
>As you look at her to check on her, your eyes grow wide as you watch sweat pour down her drenched face  
>Time passes on, and soon it’s your turn to ride
>Coco takes a few deep breaths beside you, and then the two of you walk through the gate
>You choose a seat in the middle, and Coco plops into the one beside you as you’re pulling your harness down
>She takes another few deep breaths, as you reach over to grab her foreleg
>As you tighten your grip, it goes stiff for a moment, before relaxing
>You hear her heavy breathing cease after another couple of deep breaths, and you rub the tip of her foreleg
>After a few more seconds of running, the disk jerked slightly. before it began its climb into the sky
>The heavy breathing from Coco returned more intensely this time, but its intensity was lessened by your rubbing
>More and more the ride rose into the clouds, until it finally reached the top with a small “clank”
>You peered out over the park, looking down at quite a few of the rides from your vantage point
>A bird flew by the ride, which sent your brain into a thinking frenzy
>In every piece of media you’ve ever seen, tall things are marked by a bird flying by it
>Now, you just so happened to be on a tall thing, and a bird just so happened to fly by
>This was an especially strange occurrence, seeing as this a bird had never flown by this ride when you were at the top
>Like, ever
>Come to think about it, you had never seen a bird fly by this ride, period
>But before you could ponder these thoughts further, you heard a small “clack”, as the ride was released from its harness  
 
>Five minutes later, you were carrying a paler-than-average Coco out of the park on your shoulder
>The poor pony was mumbling things to herself, some of which you heard
>”Too high,” “thought I was gonna die”, “couldn’t see anypony on the ground” were a few of the ones you caught
>You sadly rubbed her mane, contemplating whether or not you should’ve convinced her to not get on the ride
>Then again, she WANTED to ride, you gave the the opportunity to back down several times
>But… maybe you should’ve tried a little harder
>”A-Anon…” Coco finally says
>You can feel her body loosening up, and her head shifting against the side of yours
>”That… was… so much fun…” she says with a few pants
>Shock fills your system, as you turn your head to look at the mare
“You had fun on that thing? Even with the messy aftermath?”
>”Even with the messy aftermath.”
>With a brief laugh, you ginger rub her  head, and slow your pace a notch
“Think you can walk on your own now, or…?”
>”I… I think I’m good.”
>After stopping, you slowly set her down
>She wobbles back and forth a little in the following moments, before she takes a test step, and nearly falls down
>You suppress laughter as you watch her clumsily walk around for a few moments, trying to regain her equilibrium
>After a few more moments, she’s finally able to walk around fairly well, with a few hobbles here and there  
“So…” you begin after a moment. “Ready to head to your place for some fun of our own?”
>”Actually, these bruises are still stinging a little. Maybe we could just… cuddle tonight?”
>She glances back at you as she says this, with a smile large, and with an eager-to-please face
>Hey, Coco cuddles are fine too
“Sure!’
>You slowly walk alongside her as you head to the nearest cab pickup, with her slowly gaining confidence in her strides the more she moves
>Finally, the two of you make it to a cab pick up, and wave down a taxi in no time
>As you close the door to the carriage, you tell the driver where to go, and look over at Coco
>She looks back at you with a beaming smile chiseled into her face
>”I had a really good time today Anon. That was a wonderful idea.”
>As she leans her head against your shoulder, you reach your arm around the top of her body, and lightly stroke her cheek
“Glad you had a good time Coco,” you say tiredly
>After another ten or so minutes, the cab has arrived at Coco’s house, somewhat to your dismay as something within you wanted the ride to never end
>Still, all things must end eventually, which you soon realize as you step out of the carriage, and pay the taxi driver
>You watch him drive off into the stunning sunset, until the rustling of Coco’s keys and the turning of the lock to her door interrupts your thoughts
>Coco heads inside her humble abode and up to her bedroom, followed by you  
>When the door to her room is shut, you quickly tug at the hem of your shirt, and toss it off
>As Coco’s undoing her tie, and taking off her collar, you undo the buckle of your belt, and kick off your pants and shoes
>She makes the bed, and you quickly take off your socks and help her
>Once the sheets are nice and tidy, she hops up on the bed, followed closely by you  
>Coco kicks the sheets back, and the two of you crawl underneath it
>She snuggles up to you, facing her back towards you, and you pull the chain to the lamp on the bedside table
>With a quiet “click” it turns off, and you wrap your arms around Coco
>”Night Anon.”
“Night Coco.”
>....
>OK, this situation was too fucking perfect
>There was no way in hell you were going to let this opportunity pass through your fingers
>With a sly grin plastered on your face, you slowly slide your hand down her abdomen, and lightly stroke her stomach with the tip of your finger
>She giggles, and folds her body slightly
>You wait for a moment for her body to relax, before you stroked her abdomen with all of the digits on your right hand, which brings about a fury of giggles from Coco
>Once again, you withdraw your hand, and wait for the mare to nearly relax, before flipping her on her back, and straddling her
>You slide both hands down to her abdomen and begin furiously tickling her stomach with both hands
>She squeals in delight, and after pulling all of her limbs as close to her body as she can, she begins to lightly thrash around the bed in an attempt to avoid some of your onslaught
>She’s not putting up too much of a resistance, but it;s enough to where you can’t tickle her to the extent you want to
>Thinking outside the box, you go for the left side of her neck, which prompts her to shrug her head to cover you hand
>The space opened up between her left foreleg and her caudal muscle was just enough to slip your hand between them, and began tickling her there  
>Another squeal is let loose from Coco, and other hand from her neck to her stomach
>As your onslaught continues, you accidentally press into her bruises, which garners several responses from Coco
>Yelps of pain that were lost in laughter, eyes flinging wide open only to then wince in pain, tears streaming from her face, and her mouth contorting from a large grin to a mix between a grimace and a grin
>OK, time to quit
>At once, you withdraw both of your hands, and slowly climb off the panting Coco
>You sit on your side of the bed, and wait for her to recover
>It takes a minute, but she finally regains her breath, and rolls over onto her side
>You lay down beside her, and she scoots her body back into yours
>”Anon… you know I love… being tickled as much as the next mare… but could you wait until sometime when I’m NOT covered in bruises next time?” she asks playfully
“No guarantees.”
>She giggles slightly, and turns her body to face yours
>As she briefly nuzzles her head into your chest, you reach a hand up to her head and pet her mane twice
>"I love you, you know that?"
"I love you too Coco."
>With a final nuzzle, she allows her body to sink a little lower, as she slowly drifts of to sleep
>As her snores drift lazily into the air, you soon follow in suit, and allow Mr. Sandman to lull you to sleep
 
>With tiredness fresh in your eyes, you groggilly pick at the eggs Coco has prepared for you
>After a couple more pokes with your fork, you cut into the sunny-side up goodness, slip it onto your toast, and sink your teeth into the hard bread
>As you slowly chew the food, you take a glance to the clock above the kitchen, and see it reads nine 'o five
>You swallow the runny concoction, and chase it down with a healthy swig of milk
 >Coco's yawns sound from within the kitchen, and she sleepily steps out in her pink bathrobe with a stick of butter on a plate in her mouth
>When she reaches the table, she sets the dish down, and picks up her knife
>As she spreads the cut butter onto one of the fried haystacks on her plate, the phone rings from within the kitchen
>With a loud groan, she gets off her chair, and slowly walks back into the kitchen
>"Hello?" you hear her say as you take your second bite of toast
>"Oh Snaps! Good to hear from you!" she exclaims as you take another swig of milk >"How goes the... no I haven't heard the news, what's going on? Oh... oh... well that's... no! It can't be!"
>You put your fork down, and rush into the kitchen
>When you enter you see Coco with a hoof over her mouth and wide eyes
>"Are you certain? You are? Well... that's... no I think I need some time to process this. Yes. Yes. Thanks for telling me as soon as you heard Snaps. Uh-huh. Talk to you latter."
>As she hangs the phone up, she slowly sinks to the floor with both hooves over her mouth
"What happened?" you ask worriedly
>"Suri... Suri had to close down her boutique..." Coco says after a few moments of silence
 
"Oh. Oh..." you say, somewhat stunned, not sure of how to proceed
>The two of you sit in stunned silence for a few more uncomfortable moments, before Coco drops her head
>"If I hadn't left..." she begins, her voice and lip quivering
"No. Coco, don't..."
>"It was my fault she had to shut down. Business was booming before I left because people loved my work. But since I wasn't there..."
"Hey," you begin, desperately thinking of ways to cheer Coco up. "Look, if she couldn't handle loosing her only talented dress maker, maybe she wasn't cut out for the industry. Besides, she was awful pony anyways. She didn't deserve to be in charge of a boutique."
>"Don't say that!" Coco screams looking up
>You look her square in the eyes, feeling both sadness and shock
>Tears had now begun to flow freely from her eyes, as she furrowed her brow and clenched her teeth in rage
>"Nopony deserves to live on the streets! Nopony deserves to be denied the chance to live their dreams! I denied both to Suri, and no matter how I try to justify it, it's not right!"
>Her rage breaks, followed closely by silent sadness, as she slowly drops her head again
>Her body begins to rack as she sobs, and you stand motionless for a few more seconds before slowly walking over to the pale mare
>Pressing your back against the wall, you let out a brief sigh before slowly sliding down it
>When you hit the bottom, you wrap an arm around the mare, and pull her close to your chest
>As she leans into you, she puts a her forelegs around your abdomen, and squeezes your naked torso as tightly as she can
>You allow the wet tears to slide down your chest, as Coco continues to weep in pure, unadulterated grief
 
>The only thing you know to do is pet her mane, and whisper the occasional "It's okay"
>After several long minutes of crying, Coco gives one last snivel, and looks up at you tiredly
>You look into her red, puffy eyes before she leans her head against your chest
>"I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. I know you were only trying to help but... justifying someone living on the streets isn't an okay thing to do."
"I know. I just didn't know what else to say."
> Coco sighs, before pulling back slightly from your chest
"Hey. There's no use moping over this thing. There's nothing you can do to change it now. How about we go somewhere to cheer you up?"
>"I don't know Anon. I kinda just feel like wallowing right now."
"Okay, you're not gonna sit in your room in your fluffy pink robe all day eating chocolate ice cream from the tub. We're gonna get you out if it kills you."
>Coco yelps slightly, as you stand to your feet with her still in your arms
>You make your way up to her stairs and into her bedroom
"Now I'm gonna run back to my apartment real quick to get a shower and and a change of clothes. I'll be back in forty minutes or so. Be ready by then."
>She only nods in response, as you go and grab your shirt
>You pull it on, along with your pants socks and shoes, and head for the door
 
>Ten minutes later, you've arrived at your apparent complex, and walk in
>As you walk towards the stairs, you see Frank sitting at the desk reading a newspaper out of the corner of your eye
>Not wanting to hear the old man's usually jestings, you rush towards the steps as fast as you can without drawing attention  
>"Wel-hel-hell! If it isn't my old pal Anonymous!" the yellow stallion says, putting the paper down
>Shit, you weren't quiet enough
>"What's happening with you? Oh-ho, the ruffled shirt and pants eh? Have another booty call with the squeeze last night?"
>If the probability of the old man dying from one of your blows wasn't a thing, you would've slugged him for that remark
>"Fuck you Frank," you say casually
>"OH! Getting cross eh? What's the matter? Couldn't last as long as a "real" stallion? Lemme guess, you put your pecker in, came instantly, and gave the "this has never happened to me before" spiel?"
"I last longer than your old ass at least. You probably need to take five pick-me-ups before you get it on with the local whorese."
>"Wo-ho! Wuzzat supposed to mean tough guy?"
"It means no one wants to have sex with your ugly ass. Jeez Frank, how much of a dumbass are you? Do I have to spell out every single fucking thing I say to you?"
>"Dude, take a chill pill. Gosh, sensitive much? Can't even handle a little jesting."
"When you have shit to talk about everyone who walks through those doors, it's not "jesting" Frank."
>"Well maybe if they weren't so much of a shit stain like you I wouldn't have shit to talk!"
"Ironic coming from a bell boy who doesn't do his job half the time."
>"I ain't no bell boy!"
"Might as well fucking be! All you do is sit behind that desk and watch people come in and out of the complex. You know, I don't even know why I'm wasting my time on you. I've got more important stuff to do. I'll see ya around asswhipe.
>"Hey come back here you mother fucker, I ain't finished with you!" he shouts as you walk up the stairs
>You sigh as you reach the second floor, and keep climbing the stairs
>Fucking Frank, trying his hardest to piss people off at every turn
>It's a wonder that he still has a job for the company, because you know he gets at least a half-dozen complaints from the residents a month
>Then again, his daughter is the secretary for the manager of the complex
>Maybe the two of them have a few under the table exchanges that keeps Frank behind the desk
>After another flight of stairs, you've reached your floor
>With the key in hand, you unlock Number 130 and step into the apartment
>As you take a whiff of air, you shut the door behind you, and make your way to your room
>You toss your key onto the table a little ways away from your green couch, and walk past the few framed photos of you and Coco hanging on the wall
>As you shut the door to your room, you begin hearing your neighbors get into yet another argument
>"BITCH I told you to stop getting the low-fat shit! This peanut butter tastes like fucking water!"
>"I'm sorry his royal highness can't handle the cheaper peanut butter! In case you haven't noticed, we're kinda fucked financially right now, and we need to save every dime we can!"
>"Well then MAYBE we need to cut back on your salon visits then! You don't need to look like a princess every damn week!"
>"I haven't been to the damn salon since you got fired from your job! I've been working my ass off from nine to five since then trying to make ends meet, while all you do is sit here, drinking beer and watching that damn television!"
>"I've been job hunting ever since I lost my job! The markets filled to the brim with people from my filed!"
>"Well then take an entry-level position somewhere else! It don't hurt nobody to sell stuff door to door!"
>After that, you tuned the two's yelling out
>And Coco wonders why you never being her back here after dates
>You sigh to yourself, as you pull off your black shirt
>The complex itself wasn't too bad. In fact it's one of the better complexes in the city
>The only problem was you had asshole neighbors and a shitty lobby attendant
>Hopefully management would catch wind of the Dusters' constant bickering and kick 'em out
>You know you've filed your fair share of complaints against them
>The question though was whether or not the complains were getting passed onto management, or if they were being "filtered" by Frank
>You really hope it wasn't the former
>Just as you were undoing your pants, a slap coming from the Dusters' apartment, followed by a cry of pain from Mrs. Duster was heard by you
>With wide eyes, you decided this was beyond the realm of the management
>You hastily made your way over to the phone, holding your pants up with one hand, and quickly dailed the police
>"911, what's your emergency?" the operator asked after a few rings
"Hello, I'd like to report a possible domestic abuse case."
 
>Five minutes later, you heard the loud bangs of hooves on your neighbor's door, with the police announcing their arrival
>You heard the door swiftly open, followed by a "He hit me!" by Mrs. Duster >Soon after, you heard the sound of hooves hitting something solid, followed by a muffled order of an officer, and shouts coming from Mr. Duster
>You quickly ran to the hall, only to find a struggling Fields Duster begin carted off by police
>You were about to check in on Mrs. Duster before a police officer stopped you
>"'Scuse me sir, are you the one who called to report the domestic abuse?"
"Ye-yeah. Is Bonnie alright?"
>"The missus is going to be just fine sir. Now we're going to need a statement detailing everything that happened before and after you called us."
"Sure. Just gimme a minute to call my marefriend and tell her I'm gonna be running a little late."
>"Certainly sir."
 
“The two have had plenty of arguments in the past, but this one got out of hand. I tuned out a majority of the argument, but then I heard a slap out of nowhere, followed by a cry of pain from Mrs. Duster. After I called you lot, I Mr. Duster talk about how Mrs. Duster ‘didn’t control him’ and how he was sick of living like a peasant. Throughout the rest of the argument, I heard a couple extra slaps before you all showed up.”
>”And that’s all you know?”
“That’s it.”
>”Alright then, thank you sir. You are free to go. But just know, that you can, and most likely will be called in for questioning when this thing goes to court.”
“Goodie,” you say less than enthusiastically
>The cop turns to leave, and you head back inside your apartment
>Mrs. Duster is still being consoled by a female cop, so going to try to talk to her would be pointless
>You shut your door with a sigh, and unbutton your pants again, kicking them off as you head to your room
>After freeing your little buddy from his underwear prison, you head to the bathroom in your room, and turn on the shower
>Ice-cold water pours from the shower head for a few moments, before you turn the faucet a little to the left  
>Decently warm water begins to flow from the shower head, and you step into the tub
>You take your bottle of shampoo, dump a little into your hand, and began lathering up your head
>Unfortunately for you, ponies didn’t really have soap, so you had to cleanse yourself with the shampoo
>It got you clean sure, but it still felt like you were sudsed up after washing off
>Washing your hair takes about a minute, and you pour a little more shampoo into your hand to wash your body
>Good thing shampoo came in comically large bottles, otherwise you’d go through a dozen a month
>After the suds have done their job, you wash yourself off, and step out of the shower
>Hopefully with Mr. Duster gone you’ll get some peace and quiet on your floor
>Something tugged at the back of your mind, telling you it was wrong to think that way, and if you were honest with yourself it was, but you didn’t care at the moment
>Now if only you could get rid of Frank…
>You take a stroll to your closet after brushing your teeth, and open up to pick out a shirt
>As you browse through your collection of black t-shirts, you pick a particularly lighter one near the back of the closet and toss it on
>You pull a pair of blue jeans from your your drawer. toss on a pair of socks and your shoes, grab your keys, and head for the door
>You can still hear the police officer talking to Mrs. Duster as you’re locking your door, so it’d be pointless to see how she’s doing
>To Coco’s it is then
>You take a bit longer to make the walk to Coco’s this time, enjoying a bit of environment as you walk
>Finally you arrive and knock on Coco’s door
>She takes a minute to answer, but when she finally does, she’s ready, but she has incredibly puffy eyes
>She gives a brief sniffle before looking up at you with her red, tired eyes
“Ready to go sweetheart?” you ask
>She only gives a nod, but steps out of the house, closing the door behind her with her right foreleg
>”Where to?” she asks as she locks the door
“You’ll see,” you respond, walking as you turn to walk away
>You only take a few steps before you hear Coco’s trotting catch up to your own footfalls
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see she’s walking with her head high enough to see where she’s going, but low enough to show her sadness
>”So where are we going?” Coco asks after a few more minutes of walking
“Patience my dear Coco. You’ll see when we get there.”
>”Common, Anon, please tell me,” Coco says, looking up a little bit
“I want it to be a surprise! Let’s just say I know it will cheer you up.”
>She briefly, sighs, but continues to trudge alongside you for another few minutes in silence
>”So are we almost there?” she finally asks
“Yep,” you say, stopping and turning to the left
>As Coco catches your gaze, her eyes widen a little bit as she stared at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum
>She had been wanting to go for a while, and now seemed like a good time to take her
>If there was one thing Coco loved as much as she loved fashion, it was art
>”Anon,” she says giggling. “You’re amazing.”
>You smile and usher her inside the museum
>However, your first impressions were… shitty to say the least
>The very first painting in the place was a giant canvas painted entirely red, save a few blotches of green here and there
>”Modern art” the high-noise members of society liked to call it
>You prefered the term “Thing that a kindergartener came up with during art class”
>Coco and yourself were both tilting your heads to various angles, you with a hand on your chin and Coco with a furrowed brow and an agape mouth, trying to find the meaning behind these complementary colors
“So what? it’s a giant canvas  with a couple different colors occupying its space. How is this ‘art’?
>”I beg your pardon!” a particularly fat female pony who just so happened to be near you stated. “But this is an art piece that only those with a truly open mind can comprehend! I wouldn’t expect someone of your standing to understand.”
“Alright then,” you respond in a cool tone. “Enlighten me Mrs. Pasty Head. What exactly is the symbolism behind this paper with two colors on it.”
>”Well, since your pitifully closed mind wishes to understand the complex nature of this piece, I’ll share a bit of my knowledge. The red represents the constant feelings of anger the artist has towards the world, with the blotches of green representing the brief, often random bits of tranquility that the artist experiences”
>With a look of great pleasure, the mare adjusts the collar on her dress, while you stare at her in utter disbelief
“That’s absurd. It’s a red canvas with spots of green. By your logic I could paint a variety of different colors in squiggly lines on a canvas to represent the chaotic nature of my being while trying and desperately failing to fit in with my peers, and then be called a genius for it.”
>”Oh please don’t flatter yourself. There’s no way something like that would EVER be accepted. One must feel their emotions to a point in order to create modern art. It’s more than just paint on a canvas, it’s an expression of one’s self.”
“No, that’s EXACTLY what it is: colors on a canvas. This is literally just  a canvas with red paint on it, but with a few spots of green flung onto it random to add an extra layer of ‘depth’ to it.”      
>”How DARE you mock this masterpiece you uncultured swine! I’d like to see you make a deeper piece!”
“First and foremost, symbolism does not equate to depth. Second of all, give me a canvas. Watch me whip up something better than this in a minute!”
>The two of you continue to argue for a few minutes, before a giggling Coco tugs on your arm
>”Alright tough guy, let’s keep moving. The museum is only open for so long.”
>With a final grumple to the fat lady, you turn, and walk with Coco
“Lousy high-class tasteless fools. Hipsters, the lot of ‘em. Proud of the fact that they can see stuff in basic colors.”
>”Don’t get too down in the dumps hon. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the artwork.”
>You nod, and move onto the next exhibit
>A classic was hung before you, the gritty painting of a farm somewhere in the countryside
>In the center of the painting sat the house, surrounded by a field of wheat
>To the right of the house sat the barn, with the silo to the right of the barn
>A tractor sat lifeless in front of the barn, and there seemed to be a slight breeze drifting through the countryside at this moment, as the windmill to the right of the house  appeared to be in motion, and the wheat was curved to the left
>The painting itself was bathed in a yellow light, with heavy emphasis placed on darker shadows and black spots
>It was a fantastically crafted piece, even with the handicap of being a painting of something you could snap a photo of
>Overall, it looked very life-like, but there was something about it that made it apparent that it wasn’t a photograph
>Coco and yourself sat admiring it for almost a minute, before moving on to the next painting, which was much more abstract
>You were perfectly fine with abstract art, in fact it’s one of your favorite art forms there is
>It had ACTUAL symbolism and depth to it, while still maintaining the traditional feel of a painting but with a twist
>Qualities “modern” art were sorely lacking  
>The piece itself was a psychedelic-looking thing with red, green, blue, purple, and orange in very precise swirls occupying half of the painting, and each of the color's inverts on the other side
>Overlaying the original side was a very sketchy, but detailed pony, looking depressed, and holding a hoof up
>On the other side, there was a cleaner-looking pony who was observing the other with a sad smile, his also extended to meet the other's in the middle
>It didn't SEEM complex upon first glance, but everything about the painting seemed... deliberate, once one got a good look at it
>The lines of the spirals were almost perfectly spaced out, and the corresponding arm of each spiral on either side were almost the same size
>The sketchiness of the first pony looked to be a deliberate design choice from the artist
>Not in the standard "run with the mistakes" kinda way, but as if each individual stroke of the brush was deliberately made to look the way it was
>Everything about the piece seemed calculated, and great care was taken into making sure everything was perfect in a strange way
>You look at the card to the side of the painting to see if you could get any further information on it
>"'The Curse of Personality' was constructed over the course of several months by artist, Spectrum Brush, who specializes in abstract art. In that time, Brush painted several dozen near-finished variants of this piece, but would always start over if a single aspect of his vision was not properly captured in the painting."
>Cripes, talk about dedica to your craft
>You wondered how frustrated this guy got whenever he made a small error
>Especially if he did it several dozen times
>”’...Brush painted several dozen near-finished variants of this piece…’” you heard Coco mumble beside you
>”’But would always start over if… aspect didn’t… oh my goodness! That’s true dedication to one’s work!”
“I just got finished reading that. That’s incredible that anyone would sink that much time and effort into something.”
>”They must’ve been really passionate about it.”
“Seems like it. The effort shows too.”
>The two of you look at the painting for a few more moments, before moving onto the next peice
“Aw… AW! Darn, it’s this uncanny valley shi...z.”
>The painting in question was a picture of a pony with large cheekbones, a larger than average muzzle, unsettlingly large eyes, small ears, dark shadows under its eyes, an extremely long neck and straw-like hair
>The equine in question was smiling toothily, but it’s teeth were unusually small, and it’s lips were puffy
>Finally, the foreground of the piece was bathed in a dark tint, with a bright background
>You shivered when you looked at it, wishing you could wipe the image from memory
>”How about we move on from this one?” Coco with a slight shiver in her voice
“Good idea.”
>Luckily for you, the next piece was a simple photograph of a field
>In the photo there was a plane just taking off, and it was shot from a low angle, capturing both the plane flying, and the grass in the field whipping around wildly
>The entire thing was tinted yellow, which gave it a bit of a comfy feeling to it
>As you looked at the piece more, you noticed the plane looked like a simple bi-plane
>An older bi-plane at that, given it’s weaker-looking wings, and it’s box kite-like design
>You look to the description for more details
>"Taken in 1913, this picture depicts one of the many successful takeoffs of the biplane nicknamed 'Honey.' While many may feel it belongs in a historical museum, we belive it is art none the less, and deserves a place in our museum."
>Huh, neat
 
>After you continue to walk around the main hall for a little bit, admiring the various pieces of art on display, you and Coco decide to venture into the individual halls
>You head for the sculpture exhibit first, which leads you up a flight of stairs
>Before you enter the hall, you look to your left and notice there's a small corner labeled "Modern Art"
>There's only about seven pieces on display, and the light above the exhibit was flickering slightly
>Hah
>You then enter the sculptures exhibit, and immediately began to scan for something original
>Of course, the first thing that catches your eye is a replica of the sculpture of David, which depicts a horse rearing back with his shorter-than-average-but-still-huge dick flopping out for everyone to take a gander at
>With all the dicks Michelangelo sculpted, you get the impression that he had a bit of an unhealthy obsession with them
>But Michelangelo WAS an amazing artist, so he had the right to sculpt as many dicks as he wanted
>However, another quickly captured your eye with how brutal it looked compared to the other sculptures
>In it there were two stallions, one lying on the ground dead, the other kneeling beside him, looking up to the heavens and weeping with furry  
>A sword sat embedded into the ground beside the fallen stallion, who had a large gash engraved into the side of his torso
 
> The kneeling stallion also appears to be wearing Roman-esque armor, while the dead one was wearing carthaginian armor
>You look to the description, hungry for more information
>"'A Battle of Two Brothers', was sculpted to show how war can tear even the closest of stallions apart. The piece takes inspiration from a legend by the same title, which tells the tale of two brothers, who were forced to fight each other during the first Punic war due to where they were born. Neither brother wanted to abandon their home country, so they went to fight for their respective countries, hoping their paths would never cross. Unfortunately, during the Siege of Lilybaeum, the legion each brother was in collided in battle, and Faustus accidently slew  his brother, Sirom. The particular moment in time this piece captures was taken while the fighting was still going on. Despite kneeling defenselessly on the battlefield, shouting in pure grief, and attracting much attention to himself, no one attempted to slay Faustus. Faustus then went on to grieve his brother for several months, before he finally decided to commit suicide, hoping he would re-unite with his brother in the after-life."
>Yipes, that's pretty harsh
>You allow your mind to wonder for a little bit, considering the feelings of all the siblings who've had to go to war with each other over the years
>You'd ponder the idea for a little longer if you didn't want to get through the rest of the museum by the end of the day
>Fortunately for you, the next sculpture seemed to be placed just to counter the negative feelings this one gave off
>It was called "The Love of Two Brothers"
>The sculpture in question featured two colts, one much older than the other
>The younger laid on the ground looking with tears in his eyes at the older one, who had an arm around the other, with gauze in a hoof and a detrimend look in on his face
>He was breaking a piece off, in his teeth as he looked determinedly at the younger
>The description read: “Steady Chisel created this piece based on a childhood interaction between him and his brother. When he was young, he had wandered deep into a forest near his home out of pure childish curiosity. Unfortunately while he was in the forest, he fell over a tree branch, and took a large chunk of his skin out of his leg. When he cried for help, his brother was the only one around to hear him, and he rushing to Chisel’s aid with a medical kit. He made sure that Chisel’s leg was fully patched up before moving him. He single-hoovedly pulled Chisel back to their house, where he rushed into town to get the paramedics. Chisel dedicates this sculpture to his brother, who was always there to help Chisel, and never gave up on him, even when he made seemingly unforgivable mistakes.”  
>A tear began to form in your eye, before you wiped it away
>Even then, you felt it run down your finger, before trailing off and hitting the ground
>You never knew your brother, he died due to complications at birth
>Had he had lived though, you hope that you would’ve been as good of an older brother as Chisel's was
>”What’s wrong Anon?” Coco asks worriedly, interrupting your thoughts
“It’s… it’s nothing. Just old memories resurfacing. Let’s keep going, shall we?”
>The two of you continue to pursue the exhibit for a few more minutes before moving onto the next one
>Good ol ' fashioned Photography
>Photography was a weird art form for you, as in your mind it lied somewhere between an art form and not an art form
>On one hand, it wasn't like most traditional art forms, as it wasn't completely created from scratch
>On the other hand, it was still created by someone, and it still carried the expression and creativity that all art in general has
>Photography fit all the normal conventions of "art", with the exception of being hand-crafted
>Meh, either way they still showed the creative and expressive sides of humans, and in some cases did both better than hand-crafted pieces, so it's fitting that it would be included as an art form
>You step into the hall, and are immediately greeted by an older photograph
>It depicts a mother looking down at her child
>Her eyes burn with love, while her facial features speak of determination and compassion
>Her face is alight by some unknown light source, and her forelegs are wrapped around the child, holding it just far enough away so that she can safely observe it
>According to the description, the piece is called "The Love of a Mother"
>It goes on to say that it was inspired by the feelings the photographer felt twoards her firstborn foal
>The photographer had lost two children before then due to complications at birth, and the foal was the first child to live past a few days
>It also said the photographer would often cradle her daughter like depicted in the piece after consoling her during the night
>The two horses featured in the photo were an actual mother and son, so that the piece would feel more authentic overall
 
>Cripes, lots of heart-felt stuff in this museum
>Hopefully you'll find a lighter piece soon
>And the next piece you see is one focused more on adventure than heart-warming
>You should silently wish for stuff more often
>The photograph features two colts, one standing on a platform in the trees, and the other falling twoards the camera
>The one on the platform looks incredibly eager, while the other falling wears of a look of pure enjoyment and excitement
>Based on the rope in the background, you guess that this is depicting two kids rope-swinging into a lake
>Low and behold, that's what the description says they're doing
>The piece is titled "Childhood Wonders", by someone named Shutter Click
>It then goes on to say that the piece was inspired by the photographer swinging from ropes above deep lakes, and then diving into them as a colt
>It then says that he would always do it after school with a few buddies, and that it was his favorite thing to do outside of school
>Shutter Click... name sounds familiar...
>Oh yeah! He was that one colt with a brown coat and a black mane that would always do backflips into the pond as a kid
>When you were a kid, you would often meet some of your buddies after school to go swimming in the local pond, or wade through the crick
>The lake where you went swimming had a small platform that colts would use to swing across the lake, and dive into the waters bellow
>Shutter would always show off by tossing out a Tarzan yell mid-dive, and it would always end the moment before he hit the water
>You laugh to yourself, wondering if he would remember who you were based off your name alone
 
>But enough reminiscing, you still had a whole museum to explore
>You go through the rest of the exhibit, admiring the photographs as you went on >One that particularly caught your eye was a photograph of a couple gazing at the night sky
>It was quite a relaxing piece
>But your time in the exhibit soon drew to a close, as you moved onto the traditional paintings exhibit
>To your dismay, the first couple of pieces were very amateurish, however the subsequent paintings were true works of art
>The first one that really caught your eye depicted a lantern festival of some sort
>The lanterns in question were those flying lantern things that people would send up into the heavens to celebrate significant events
>It was clear that the lanterns were already well on their way to reaching their destination, given the fact that there were no objects below it, and the only thing in the background was the night sky
>Heavy black strokes were used to define the shadows, and the piece overall was colored with somewhat muted tones
>The background was a nice dark blue color, while the lanterns themselves were very muted shades of red, yellow, and orange
>Despite the more depressing color choice, the painting still felt vibrant and lively, homely even
>Maybe it was the overall brightness of the colors
>Despite the faded-esque coloring, the lanterns themselves still shone like blazing stars
>They were mesmerizing, a pure treat for the eyes
>You look to the description, and find that inspiration for the piece came from the various light festivals the artist participated in as a child
>Dude grew up in Taiwan
>"What I wouldn't give to see one of these festivals in person," Coco hypnotically said beside you
>"I hear they're quite beautiful, and these paintings seem to show off their beauty pretty well."
 
"Maybe we could take a vacation to Taiwan sometime to see 'em."
>"I wouldn't mind that at all."
>You and Coco admire the painting for a few more moments before moving onto the next piece
>You gaze at the small neighborhood featured printed onto the canvas
>It's framed as if looking down an alley, with each house appearing to shrink in length as it meshes into the next
>Each house is painted a crimson red, while the sky behind them is blue
>Rain is falling heavily in the painting, and each house seems to be curved in slightly
>Accompanying each house is a car, each one different in both model and color
>The cars all have unusually bold back  outlines around them
>In fact all of the houses have black outlines around various parts of them
>The painting itself is almost cartoonish in its design
>It would feel right at home in a Saturday morning cartoon, if it hadn't been for the realistic coloring
>In contrast with the last piece, everything is colored brightly and happily, but it gives off a more mellow, dreary vibe
>Odd how a little bit or rain can do that
>As you continue to look at the piece, you notice that in the far left upper hand corner, the sun shines in full force, and the sky around it is a nice bright blue color
>It only takes up a small portion of the painting though, and it doesn't really effects the overall mood of the painting
>Still though, you're wondering why it's there
>One doesn't simply accidently paint a sun into a painting
>You look to the description for more clues
>"'Wet Sadness on a Modern Day'" was painted to demonstrate the author's views on the effects of modern-day engineering on society
>Here we fucking go
>Another tree-hugger who can't stand that the world is changing
> Whatever, you think you'll just read his shitty description and move on
>And low and behold, he is a fucking tree-hugger, who thinks that all industrialization is evil
>You understand where he's coming from, deforestation is getting to be an issue worth addressing, and pollution is getting to be a big issue, at least here in Manehatten
>But to call all advancement "evil?"
>Think you're taking it a bit far there buddy?
>I mean you COULD start helping the environment by, ya know, NOT painting with paint mass-produced in factories on canvasses that were also mass-produced in factories
>But enough smart-assness, back to the description
>Yadda yadda, wooden houses destroying our forests, mass-production of logs pollutes the atmosphere, mother nature deserves better... ah here we go
>"The small bit of sunlight in the corner of the painting reflects the artist's views that modernization is not all evil. In fact, he credits it for being the sole reason he has a job in the first place, and it put a roof over his head. However, in the grand scheme of things, he feels it does more harm than good, and that it shouldn't be relied on for day-to-day use."
>...
> You fucking hypocrite
>Annoyance builds up inside of you, and you eventually have to pull yourself away from the painting before you start angrily grumbling to yourself
>Luckily the next few paintings your eyes are graced with are true works of art, and don't try to subtitlally push any agenda onto the viewers
>Eventually you come to the end of the painting hall, and move onto the next one, which is Digital Art
>Hey, you're more than willing to embrace a new art form, especially one as promising as digital art
>You've seen a few pieces that have come out of that artform, and were all interesting, to say the least
>First piece you see as you walk into the exhibit is a futuristic piece, that really knocks you for a loop
>The piece stars what appear to be two children, a male and a female, holding what look to be squirt guns
>The female has some sort of strange orange tenticle-things flopping down each side of her head where her hair is supposed to be
>She has these really pointy ears too, and she's wearing what look like a black mask, a plain white t-shirt with some odd lettering on it, a pair of black shorts, and a pack with orange liquid in it
>The boy has blue hair that's put up somewhat like a bun, except with 3 blobs at the end of it
>He's got on the same white t-shirt, just with black sleves on it, the same black shorts, and the same tank, just with blue liquid in it
>In the middle of the two is a strange green squid-looking thing who's currently hopping towards the viewer
>The boy and girl seem to be locked in some sort of strange combat, as they're both firing their respective liquids at each other on some sort of city block
>He has the higher ground, and is pelting her with blue liquid, while she fires a steady stream back
>Both have an eye closed from where liquid is running down their face, and both appear to moving away from the other
>The whole thing has a cartoony sort of shading effect to it, and hot damn does it work
>It really makes everything seem more lively
>You continue to look over the piece for a few more moments, before moving on
>Unfortunately, because digital art was a relatively new art form, there wasn't much to the exhibit, and there wasn't really much else worth mentioning
>Every other piece was trying to mimic an already existing form of the medium, which in your opinion, was a gross misuse of the form
>There was so much that could be done with digital painting, but no one really seemed to be able to capitalize on it at the moment
>Hopefully some new blood would be able to come in, and use digital art to its full effect, and revolutionize how people see the medium
>After only a few minutes in the exhibit, you make your way out, and continue to explore the others
>You go from Abstract, to craft, to dressmaking, to models dressed up in play clothing, and posed to look like famous play scenes, ext.
>When you finally got through the different art forms, the museum threw different art GENRES at you
>Western, eastern, comedy, cripes, it felt like the place had no end
>You were just about to enter the romance genre section, when the PA gave it's mighty call, and a mare announced that the museum would close in ten minutes
>Some disappointment, and some relief flooded your system, as you and Coco made your way towards the exit
>As you and Coco enter a cab, she leans over onto your shoulder and sighs
>"This really cheered me up Anon. Thank you for brining me here."
"Anything for my little Coco, you say, rubbing her chin
>She lets loose a quick giggle, before allowing the silence that was previously there to slip back I'm between the two of you
>The two of you barely make it back to Coco's house and to her bedroom, before you collapse into her bed, and quickly fall asleep
 
>You wake up the next day. with a massive crick in your neck
>With a grunt, you pull your body up onto your hands, and sit back on your knees
>You rub the back of your neck, and then begin stretching it from side to side
>It cracks a couple of times, and you wince in slight pain
>Fuck, what did you do last night?
>You then look back at the bed, and notice Coco’s heavy-ass foreleg was lying exactly where your neck was
>Well that solves the first problem of the day
>With another loud groan, you stretch your back, and head out of Coco’s room after giving her a kiss on the cheek
>As you reach the bottom of the stairwell, you look to the clock above the entrance to Coco’s kitchen, and see it’s eight o’ clock in the morning
>Too early to do stuff before you get some coffee
>You make your way into the kitchen, fill up the pot with water, and pour it into the coffee maker  
>After you poor three scoops of grounds into a filter, you turn the machine on “brew” and let it make the coffee
>The smell soon wafts up to your nose, which automatically wakes you up a little bit
>You sit in silence for a few moments, before you hear Coco speak
>”I smell coffee,” she moans from upstairs
>You can help but laugh, as you get ready to call up to her
“You’re gonna have to come get your own cup if you want any
>She groans annoyedly, and you laugh again
>”Can’t you just bring me a cup?”
“Sorry princess, but no can do!”
>She groans again, and the house falls to silence before you hear her footsteps as she descends the stairs  
>You look at her bedhead and tired eyes lovingly, as you grab yourself and her a mug
>”Thanks,” she says, taking the one with a roaring bear on it
>You feel your expression change to one of pure discomfort as you gaze upon your mug which has pretty hat patterns all over it
>Coco caught your gaze and smiled smugly
>”Hey, next time bring me my coffee, and you’ll get your choice of mug.”
>Cheeky bitch
>So now you were stuck with Coco’s girly hat mug. while she took possession of the macho bear mug
>What to do?
>Then you got an incredible idea
>You quickly drain your mug of slightly-cooled boiling magma, and look in mock surprise into the container
“My, my, there seems to be quite a bit of coffee stuck to the side of the cup!” you say, as loudly and show-boaty as you can
>Coco puts her cup down, and looks at you confused
“Better clean it out!”
>You then extend your tongue, and slowly insert it into the cup
>After you take a long lick inside, you slowly pull it out, and lick the outside of the cup
>Coco looks somewhat disgusted, but you continue regardless
>You then repeat the progress several times, each which garners a more and more disgusted look from Coco
>”OK Anon, you’ve made your point, you can stop now,” she says after some time
“Why? I’m just trying to get as much of this delicious coffee out of the mug that I can.”
>After you’re satisfied with tongue-fucking the mug, you set it back down, and look Coco smugly in the eyes with a satisfied expression on your face
>She still looks somewhat disgusted, and looks at her coffee cup before dumping its contents out
>”Suddenly I’m not in the mood for coffee anymore…”
“Hey, maybe I can have the bear mug next time, and this wont happen.”
”No promises,” she says, giving you the dirtiest look she can muster
>Your smile turns kinder, and you wrap her into a hug
"I love you Coco, you know that?"
>"The jury's still out on how I feel about you mister."
"You're cute when you're annoyed, you know that?"
>You can feel her face grow hot, as she sinks into your shirt
>She mumbles something that you just can't quite make out
"Wuzzat now?"
>"Nothing. Are you hungry?"
"Not at the moment, why?"
>"I'm not either, so I don't think I'll be fixing breakfast any time soon."
>"Cool with me. I gotta head home though and get ready for work. I'll see you later hon."
>"Wait, Anon..."
"Hmm?"
>"Um, I was wondering, I know we haven't used the stuff we already have very much, but, would you mind too terribly if we go down to the Pleasure Chest later today, and grab some more gear?"
>More BDSM gear?
>You seriously hopped she wasn't going to get those fish hook things
"What exactly do you have in mind?"
>"I was thinking about grabbing a single set of wrist and ankle locks so we don't have to restrain each of your limbs individually
"Oh... OK that sounds reasonable. Sure, I'll swing by after work."
>"Alrighty then. See you then Anon. I love you."
"I love you too Coco
>After a final kiss to her forehead, you make your way out her door, and to your apartment complex
>When you arrive, Frank is sitting behind his desk, not even bothering it hide his face behind a newspaper
>"Heyheyhey, Anon...!"
"Fuck off Frank," you say brusquely, as you rush for the stairs
>Dude needs to get a hobby besides trying to stir up shit with the residents of the complex
>You allow yourself to sigh briefly, before continuing up the stairs
>As you walk down your hallway, you notice a distinct lack of any and all arguing
>Good, that means someone is most likely in jail
>You then quickly shower off, throw on some dry clothes and head off to face the challenges work would throw at you today
>After clocking in, you go to your desk, and set your toolbox down
>You then went to see Watt had in store for the day
>”Ah Anon! You’re just in time! I was going through various ways we could design the touchscreen feature.”
“Go on.”
>OK, so what if we used infrared sensors inside of the phone, and they formed sort of a grid pattern going across the phone, and whenever you touched the screen, it would register on the grid?”
“That’s actually a really good idea Watt. But how precise is it?”
>”See for yourself!”
>He then slides the phone over to where you were standing, and you pick it up
>You watch the screen light up as you press the power button, and tap one of the on-screen hitboxes
>As it lights up, so does your face
“Dude, it registered!” you exclaim excitedly
>”It even works with hooves too,” he says
>You set the phone down, as Watt comes over to your side, and begins tapping his hoof against the screen
>It registers every time
“Dude, this is awesome! So, what do you need the rest of us to do?”
>”It’s pretty accurate for the most part, but every tenth tap, it doesn’t pick up the input. That’s where you  come in. I need you to figure out where I fucked up.”  
“Will do.”
>You then put the thing on it’s back, and begin unscrewing the bolts holding the case in place, and remove the back
>You then remove the glass screen, and are left with the infrared grid underneath it
>With Watt by your side, you start examining every inch of the board
>Eventually, the root of the problem seems to reveal itself
“Hey Watt, are you sure it’s not registering on ONLY a set time?”
>”Well… no. Sometimes it doesn’t register a couple times before, sometimes a time or two after.”
“Do you tap it in a set order?”
>”For the most part, yeah.”
“Well here’s your problem. The grid is slightly out of line right here.”
>Watt takes a peek inside the phone, and plants his face directly into his hoof
>”Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Long night last night?”
>”Yep. I was here all night trying to get this thing to work.”
>You take his pliers. and move one of the registers slightly over to the right
“Well, you got pretty far on your first try, so that’s good.”
>He sighs, and rubs his forehead with his hoof
“Now, let’s put this thing back together, and see if it works
>After you’ve put the case back on, you begin mashing your finger against the screen in the place where you fixed the grid
“..Six...seven...eight....nine...ten...eleven...twelve..thirteen.”
>It lit up every single time
“That seemed to do it Watt.”
>”Lemme test it out real quick.”
>Same story, it registered every single one of his taps
>”Damn Anon! Nice catch!”
“Hey, I was just working off your base man. Don’t cut yourself any credit.”
>”Thanks man. Now what do you say we work on getting some apps to work on this thing?”
“Sounds like a plan. Got any ideas for a test app?”
>”Let’s see if we can’t port pong to this thing. That shouldn’t be too hard, should it?”
“Shouldn’t be.”
>Out of the two of you, you were the best at C coding, so you decided to code the game
>After a couple of hours, you had made solid enough progress to where you were able to run it on a phone
>You compiled the app, ported it to the phone, and ran the app
>As the two paddles appeared on screen, you tapped the one on your left with your finger, and moved it up and down  
>The paddle moved with your finger, and soon the ball appeared on-screen
>You moved the paddle up to meet it. and when the two’s hitboxes collided. the ball began to travel in the opposite direction
>Joy filled your body, and you had to reel yourself back in before you tossed the phone into the air along with your arms
“It works! It actually works!” you shout with a laugh
>Watt shouts too, and the two of you embrace in a manly bro hug for a moment
>You then laugh together and share a fist to hoof bump
“Dude, you’re amazing! It totally registers my every move!”
>”I’m amazing? You’re the one that coded the app!”
“I couldn’t have done it without your infrared design!”
>”Alright, that’s enough circlejerking. Let’s show this to the boss man, and move on to the next thing.”
>You nod, and the two of you rush off to show the product to your boss
>You give three quick knocks when you get to his office, and wait patiently for him to answer the door
>”Yes, what is it?” he asks curtly when it flies open
>”Mr. Pincher, we’ve got the phone working properly!” Watt says. almost out of breath
>”Really? Well then show me boyo!”
>He ushers the two of you into his office, and you quickly place the phone on his desk
>He slides up to it in his fancy chair, and unlocks it
>As the home screen is pulled up, he noticed the pong app on the screen, and runs it
>”How do I work this?” he asks
“Just put your hoof on the right paddle, and slide it up and down
>He does so, releasing the ball
>As it comes on screen. he moves the paddle to meet it, and it knocks it the other way
>He gives a mighty laugh, and slams his hoof on the table
>”I don’t know how you boys did it, but ya did! And best of all, we’re going to be the first to make it out to the market with this technology!”
>”We are?”
>”Yes sir-ee! Our competitors are still stuck in the dark age of phones boy-o. No one but us have thought to bring the functionality of a PDA’s touchscreen to a phone”
>Watt lets out an excited laugh, and turns to face you
>With the same excitement running through your body, you extend your fist, and meet his hoof
“First to the market man! This is awesome!’
>”I know!”
>”Alright boyos, that’s enough celebrating,” Mr. Pincher says, interrupting your celebration. “Now I need you to get this down to the graphics design department so they can make this look pretty. Then I need you two to develop more software for this thing. Got it?”
>”Yes sir, we’ll get on it right away.”
>Watt then picks up the phone in his mouth, and the two of you walk out of your boss's office
>”First to the market… dude I can’t fucking believe it! First we pump the DVD player out first, then we manage to get the first touchscreen phone out! This is insane! Electrocorp will go down in history for this!”
“I know! The fact that we helped make history is also a pretty big though.”
>Finally you reach the graphics designs dudes, and drop the phone off
“Hey, the bossman says he wants you to make this look pretty,” you say, as the phone hits their desk
>”Alrighty then,” Colors says, adjusting his glasses. “Anything in particular he say that he wanted?”
“Nope. All he said was to make it look pretty.”
>”Mind going back and asking him what he wants for us?”
“Sorry, we’ve gotta get to work on programing some apps.”
>”Alright then. Guess we gotta contact him ourselves to see what he wants.”
“Sounds like a plan. We gotta head out and start coding some games. Contact us if you’ve got something done so we can test anything we’ve got done on the phone.”
>”Will do.”
>You and Watt then head back to your work station, and get to working on another app
>As the computer boots up, and the Linux logo appears on-screen, you crack your fingers, and set them on the keyboard
“Alright, what should we do now?”
>”How’s about an art program?”
“Sounds good. Want it to modify existing art, or make new art altogether?”
>”Let’s go with making art for now.”
>You nod, and get to programing
>Eight hours later, you’ve got a basic art-creating program functioning
>It’s glitched to hell, but it’s functioning
>So far, you’ve got a brush, and a pencil coded
>You’ve also  designed some basic cursors to indicate what tool does what , and you’ve implemented the three basic colors that PCs use, and have a basic canvas set up
>You then glance up at the clock, and are shocked to find that it reads 8 o’ clock
“Hot damn, where did the time go?” you ask in shock
>Watt takes another sip of his coffee, and glances at the clock as well
>You can see his cheeks expand, but he manages to swallow his coffee before he projects it onto the floor
>”8 at night already? Jimminy Christmas, I’ve been up all day…”
>He blinks his tired eyes twice, before rubbing a hoof along the dark underside of his eyelid
>”I need to head home. It’s getting to be my bedtime.”
“You’re a grown stallion Watt. Does mommy have come in and tell you a bedtime story before you’re able to fall asleep?”
>”Very funny smartass. Just don’t complain when I’m the only one out of the two of us that’s well-rested tomorrow.”
>You chuckle, and give Watt a firm pat on the back
"Alright, alright. Anyway, we'd better head home. It's getting late. We can test this thing tomorrow."
>"Yeah, we can. Besides, I don't want the wife to get angry that I was at work 'till midnight, ya know?"
>Wife eh...?
>Oh shit, you had forgotten that you had agreed to go with Coco to get some more gear today
>As Watt tosses his coat over his shoulders, you rush to the break room to call Coco
>When you get inside, you rush for the phone, and quickly dial Coco's number
>"Oh Anon, didn't see you there," Antoine, the new receptionist for the company says suddenly
>You glance over at the blue tan pony, and he smiles at you with his teeth covered in braces
"Yeah, hi Antoine," you say, tapping your foot
>"Oh, just so you know, Ms. Pommel called you several times today. I let it go to voice mail the last couple of times because I was on break."
"Oh, that's nice Anto- wait, run that by me again."
>"A young mare by the name of Coco Pommel called you several times today and I..."
"What? Why didn't you come and tell me you fucking twit?!"
>"I thought you were busy. Did you want me to-"
"Come and tell me when I had a fucking phone call? The answer is, of course I do! Yeah, I was busy, but hot damn Antoine, you need to alert me when this shit happens! You're a damn receptionist for Pete's sake! You don't just take messages without letting the intended recipient that you got them!"
>"I'm .. I'm sorry Anon. I-"
"Sorry don't cut it here pal! I had an appointment to keep, and I forgot about it! Coco's probably worried sick, no thanks to you leaving her to hang twice! What did you even need a break for anyways? All you've done is fuck up for the entire day."
>"That's not..." he begins through tears
"Save it for someone who cares pal. I swear, if your incompetence fucks me over, I swear..."
>"ANON!" Coco calls over the phone
>The anger you had felt mere moments before suddenly vanished, and you turned your gaze back to the phone
“Oh shit,” you mouthed, as fear flooded your body
>You then pressed the phone against your ear, and contemplated your next words very carefully
“He-hey honey!” you breathe nervously into the speaker
>”Oh, if it isn’t my lovely sailor-mouthed boyfriend. How’s work today ‘honey’?” Coco says with false lovingness
“F-fine. Hey, you didn’t happen to overhear too much of my conversation.. did you?’
>”Every. Word.”
>Thoughts of remedying the situation enter and leave your head, before you finally settle on one
“So… you still wanna go shopping tonight?”
>”Don’t change the subject on me Anon! What was all that screaming about?”
“Well… he didn’t tell me that you called…”
>”And that’s reason to start screaming at him?”
“Well he should know better than to…”
>”Do you really expect him to  know the ins-and-outs of his job day one?!”
“Well… no…”
>”Then why get so upset about it?”
“Because I panicked, and I wa thinking about how worried you might be…”
>”Yet you didn’t think of this poor boy’s feelings?”
>Well you didn’t really know him…
“I guess not.”
>”Well maybe next time you should. In any case, I’m done talking to you for the day. I can’t believe how you allowed your temper to control you like that. We’ll discuss this tomorrow. Bye.”
>Without another word, and without allowing you to speak another word, she violently hangs the phone up, which makes you cringe as the aftershock reaches your ear
>So this is what stallions who have to sleep on the couch feel like, eh?
>You sigh, and hang the phone up softly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you do so
>For a couple of moments you stand in silence, allowing the anger to fade away as regret takes its place
>With a sigh, you turn to leave the room, only to notice Antoine still shivering in his skin on the other side of the room
>After Coco's talk, you weren't exactly sure how to feel about Antione
>As you passed him, you mumbled a half-hearted apology and made your way home
>The walk home seemed exceptionally long that night, but that was fine with you
>More time to contemplate how exactly you could make things right
>Flowers might work, but there was that chance that you'd just piss her off more with the gesture
>Realizing there wasn't going to be an easy way to get out of this, you sigh, and hope the wrath of Coco wasn't going to be too bad
>On your way home, you pass by a cafe, and the sound of a familiar jazz tune eases its way into your ears, and it sticks with you long after you're out of earshot of the peaceful music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bW75OwVXZI
>You wince slightly as a spare raindrop plops down upon your head, but not even the soon feeling of rain running down your body is enough to deter your mind
>Not even Frank’s usual jesting is enough to make the poisonous regret seeping through every fiber of your being lose any potency
>The feeling of tiredness socks you in the jaw as you enter your apartment, and you quickly toss off all of your clothing before climbing into your soft bed
>What little energy that lingered within you kept you awake for a few more insufferable minutes, as the memory of your outburst looms in your mind, renewing itself every time it started to vanish
>But soon enough the sweet release of sleep overtook you, and you allowed yourself to sink into darkness without any form of resistance  
 
>The next day went by in a blur for you, as your mind was entirely focused on the inevitable verbal smackdown you were going to receive from Coco later that night  
>Like a robot going through it’s programed routine, you trudge through the day, doing everything as standard and mindless as possible
>As much as the wait for Coco to lay into you kills you, the dread of the forthcoming punishment makes you wish that the day would drag out forever
>Soon enough though, the clock strikes noon, and you head off for your lunch break
>However, as you take your first bite of the frozen burrito you’ve brought to munch on, Antione pops his head into the break room
>”Um… Mr. Anonymous? Y-you have a phone call from Ms. Pommel.”
>With a sigh, you put your burrito down, and head for the phone
“Thanks Antione,” you say dullfully
>You smack your lips once, before working up the courage to pick the phone up
“Hello?”
>”Meet me at my place after work. We’ll have our little chat then,” Coco says coldly
>You suddenly hear the click of her phone hitting the receiver, and you groan as the dial tone reaches your ear
>With a click, you set your phone down onto the receiver, and go back to work
 
>As four o'clock rolls around, you go to clock out, and head down to the local floral shop to pick up a dozen choice roses  
>It may make Coco even angrier, but fuck it, anything was worth a shot at this point
>You rush over to Coco’s house after you checkout, not too eager to make her any angrier than she already is
>With only a few seconds of you knocking on her door, Coco answers, wearing a stone-cold look as the door swings open
>”Come in.”
>You smile nervously, and hand her the flowers
>”Thanks.”
>You enter the house, followed brusquely by her
>What was once a bright and happy living room has suddenly become cold, and depressing
>”Sit,” Coco says, as she tosses flowers up on the table
>You cringe, and hope that you hadn’t dug yourself a deeper hole
>You take a seat on what has become an oddly uncomfortable couch, as Coco hops into a seat in front of you
>The room is then filled with uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Coco speaks
>”So… you like making newbies at your job feel worthless?”
“Coco, it’s not like that…”
>”Just scream and yell at them whenever they make the simplest mistake.”  
“Well it wasn’t…”
>”Cursing like a sailor when you think I’m out of earshot. Do you talk like this around your friends to? Are you ashamed to swear in front of me?”
“If you’d just let me…”
>”Let you what? Lie to my face about how it wasn’t what it seems? That you just ‘lost your temper’ and you usually don’t swear like that? That I just so happened to call at the wrong moment?”
>Coco is now slightly leaning forward in her chair, but re-adjusts herself as she makes her last statement
>”And then to come in here with roses, to try to butter me up some, hoping that it would soften the blow some. Yeah, that’s real insulting there ‘honey’. Go on. Make an excuse. But it had better be a good one.”
>With a dry mouth, you can’t do anything but sit in silence
>She was totally right about everything she said, and there’s nothing you can say in return
>For a second, you think you have something and open your mouth, but close it after Coco’s angry yet expecting gaze meets with your own eyes
>Feeling defeat, you look down at your hands, and wait for Coco’s next tirade of words
>However, as the silence drags on, you look curiously up at Coco, and notice her expression has softened
>”Look, sweetie, I know where you’re coming from. When somebody new steps into a job, you expect them to be perfect at it. It’s natural. But you can’t get this angry when someone messes up on day one. Especially to the degree you did. Be honest with me Anon, do you swear like you did to that poor boy to your friends?”
“...Yeah…”
>”Well what you do in your personal time is none of my business… yet… but I would prefer it if you tried to keep the foul language down to a minimum at all times.”
“I’ll try.”
>”We also might want to work on getting that nasty temper under control Anon. I’ve known you for practically my whole life Anon. I know you’ve always been kind of like this, but maybe it’s time we tackle the issue. The fact that you kept your calm with me just shows that you can keep your composure. We just have to work on reeling it in for everyday situations.”
>You still feel  a little numb, so you just nod your head in response, and drop your gaze back to your hands
>”Good to see we’re on the same page.”
>The room returns to an awkward silence for a few moments, before you hear some shuffling, and feel Coco’s body press yours into a hug
>”I love you. I hope you know that. I’m not all that mad at you, just worried by what I heard. Just,,, try to change a little. For me?”
“....Sure,” you say, returning the hug
>The embreace lasts for several more moments before Cooc breaks it, and plants a kiss on your forehead
>Alright, now that everything’s all settled, let’s go get you some new gear!”
>The beige pony heads for the door, and you look on in shock
“Wait,,, you mean tonight?”
>”Well duh! It’s been almost four days, and I’m starting to feel a little frisky.”
>Welp, looks like tonight’s gonna be a trial-and-error run
>”And besides,” she continues. “I could use some more practice with the whip, and I know a certain man who needs a certain message drove into his head for good measure. And the whip is a good way to do that.”
>Your blood turns cold, as the sudden realization that your ass was gonna be sore tomorrow sinks in
>”Hey slowpoke, hurry up! The sun’s gonna set soon, and I wanna get back before night falls!”
“R-right,”
>A few minutes later, the two of you are once again standing outside the Pleasure Chest
>Coco wastes no time in heading inside, but you linger in front of the door for a moment, before heading in yourself
>The violet glow of before encompassed you as you walked through the glass doors a second time
>You jump slightly as the bell sounds overhead, having forgotten that little feature from before
>”Hey-hey!” Long Richard’s voice sounds off from deep within the shop. “Welcome to the Ple- well-he-hell! If it isn’t my big green friend and his little girlfriend. How’s your hammer hanging?”
“Eh-he. Can’t complain,” you say nervously. “I’m kinda surprised you remember me though.”
>”Dude, how could I ever forget some big weird green dude that wasn’t even a pony, who was taking a submissive role to a small pony.”
“Right... Anyway, we’re here to get some new gear, and-”
>”Say no more my green friend! Follow me!”
>The yellow stallion turned away from you, and lead you and Coco into the extreme sex section
>At first’ he walks briskly ahead of you, but then he slows down and matches pace with you
>”So how’d the first night go?” he whispers as he cranes his neck
“Not bad at all. Found myself enjoying it more than I thought I would.”
>”Great man! I told ya you’d love it. Have you done it anymore since then?”
“A little. Work’s been picking up recently, so I haven’t had time to really get down and dirty with Coco. I’d say we’ve done it about three times since the first.”
>”Awesome man. She enjoying it?”
“My sore ass thinks she does.”
>Ol’ One Eye gives a short laugh, but quickly regains his composure
>"Good to hear."
>The rest of the walk to the BDSM section proceedes in silence, outside of noises of discomfort by Coco at the sight of the hooks
>"So, what are ya here for?" Long asks Coco
>"Just a single device to replace the handcuffs and rope," she responds
>"I think we have just one of those left. Hang on a second, I'll go see."
>It takes him a couple of minutes to search the BDSM section, but soon he comes out with a metal contraption in his mouth
>"Here we are!" he says as he spits it out. "This should be the right size, but just in case, let's try it on right quick."
>You slip your hands into the cuff-like part of the contraption, and fasten the sodden shackle to your ankles
>They're a little tight, but nothing unbearable
>"Pretty good fit man. You're good to take those off now. Will that be all for you two today?"
>"That should be all Mr. Richard," Coco responds as you pull the restraints off
>"Sweet. By the way, there's a key for this thing. You have to manually lock it, but once it's secure, you ain't getting out of there."
>He takes the key from his shirt pocket, and lays it in your hands
>"Don't lose it alrighty? Celestia knows you don't want the worse case scenario for these things."
>You laugh nervously, but give no verbal response to his statement
>He leads the two of you to the register, and rings up the item
>"That'll be thirty bits."
>You nab the bills from your wallet, and pay the man
>He bags up the restraint, and hands it to you
>Coco turns to leave the second it's firmly within your grasp, and you follow her to the outside of the shop
>"Hope you have fun tonight you two!" he calls. "I hope you'll be visiting us again soon!"
>"We will! Have a good night sir!" Coco yells back
>The sound of the shop door closing is Coco’s cue to begin walking, followed closely by you
>”So Anon,” Coco says seductively over her shoulder. “I’m feeling a little bit frisky. How about you?”
>You swallow, and give the mare a brief smile
“A- a little bit.”
>The mare shoots you a seductive look, which both arouses you, and makes you nervous
>After a particularly slow and monotonous walk to Coco’s house, she unlocked her door, and heads straight for her bedroom
>You hesitate for a moment, before following her
>As you enter her room, she stands on her hind legs, with her forelegs resting on your shoulders, and presses her lips into yours
>She only allows the light petting to go on for a few moments, before she passionately presses as far into your lips as she can, making you drop your bags in the process
>As you reach up to caress her cheek, she forces your mouth open, and pushes her tongue in  
>You go to wrap your hand around the back of her head, but she pulls away at the last second
>”Ah-ah-ah. Remember, I call the shots now,” she says tauntingly
>She kisses you one more time, before going to her closet
>After pulling out the blindfold, the whip, the ball, and the collar, she goes to the bag and pulls out the new contraption
>You sit down, and allow her to put on the blindfold, the gag, and the collar, and then lie down on the bed to allow her to put on the contraption
>”Alright my bad boy, ready for your punishment?”
>You say nothing of course, seeing as you're gagged, but your muffled scream as the whip hits your ass for time today speaks volumes about how you feel
>Coco allows the red spot on your ass to settle for a little bit before speaking to you
>”That’s one crack Anon. I’ll figure out how many you deserve as we go.”  
>The next one hits you soon after she finishes her sentence
>You cry once again into the gag, trying to alleviate the red-hot pain shooting through your ass
>When it finally subsides, you listen carefully for the sound of the whip to crack through the air once again, and when it does you thrust into the bed, allowing your hind quarters to escape some of the prior pain by only allowing the tip of the whip to touch you
>”Oh, trying to avoid your punishment eh? We can’t have that now, can we?”
>Before you can mumble out anything, the whip comes down hard on your ass once again, eliciting another cry of pain from you
>”That little act of defiance just netted you a few more cracks. I hope for your sake you don’t get bold again.”
>Once again, the whip comes down on you hard, sending waves of pain shooting through your rear end
>Time moves slowly as you receive your punishment, and the only thing you can do outside of focusing on the pain is count how many cracks you’ve received
>Four, five, six, seven, eight, the number keeps rising until eventually you stop counting
>Just when you think she’ll whip you until you pass out, she sighs, and speaks
>”That’s twenty. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Now then handsome, think you’re still too sensitive in the rear for the rest of the fun?”
>She then flips you over, and the takes the blindfold and gag off
>”I sure hope not.”
>As she straddles you, your sore ass gives a slight grunt of protest, but it’s soon shut out as Coco bends over to invade your mouth with her tongue
>She aligns her own rear with the head of your dick, and inches herself onto it  
>When it makes contact with her soft cheeks, she breaks the kiss, gasping in fake surprise before biting her lip
>The combination of the pure cuteness that is Coco and the sexy look that is currently smugly sitting on her face sends your dick into over-drive, and you can feel it grow slightly as it enters her backdoor
>”Uh-oh, looks like I forgot the cock ring,” she says somewhat disappointed
>Her disappointment seems to be short-lived however, as she then looks into your eyes and smiles slyly
>”I think we can skip it for tonight. Just don’t blow your load too soon, alright? Otherwise, you’ll be cleaning it out with your tongue.”
>You nod somewhat nervously, praying that you won’t have to taste your own seed
>Coco then bends down to where she’s laying flat on your chest, and after meeting your lips with her own, begins slowly sliding herself up and down your midriff
>A few moans of pleasure flee from her mouth, which are caught by your own
>You swallow her hot breath and she does the same when you moan
>Very solemnly does she break the kiss, and even when she does, your mouths are still connected by a thin trail of saliva
>Your mixed drool always runs down your chin when she re-attaches her mouth to yours, but you’re in too much pleasure to really care
>Unfortunately for you, the mix of being kissed by the mare you love, and the tightness of her ass is too much for your poor dick, and soon you begin to feel it twitch slightly
>Your eyes shoot open, and every fiber of your being screams at your pocket buddy to hold on for a few more minutes
>But it’s far too late for that, and you empty your load into Coco’s rectum    
>As the third wave of your hot spunk hits the back of her anus, she shutters slightly
>You watch as her eyes open half-way, and her tongue slightly loosens from her mouth
>As you finish, she gives a satisfied groan, and for a moment you think she'll forgo making you lick your own cum
>Oh how wrong you were
>Slowly, but surely, your deed dawns on her, and she slowly stands up, feeling the sticky mess drip out of her rear cave
>"Aw, what a shame Anon," she says with a purr. "I wanted to cum first."
>She wiggles her hips slightly, dislodging more cum from her backdoor, and smiles at you slyly
>"Looks like someone has a bit of cleaning to do."
>You look at her in pure disgust, which she takes a moment to relish in, before turning around
>As her rear comes into full view, some of your cum drips onto your chest
>"Start licking honey."
>You hesitate for a moment, fully bracing yourself for your next move, and place your hands on her flanks
>After whimpering slightly, you plunge face-first into her ass, and lap up a mouthful of your own seed
>The second the salty concoction makes contact with your tongue the sudden urge to vomit rises within you, however you manage to press it back down... by swallowing your hot cream
>You gag slightly, and your whole body trembles as it slides down your throat, before you go back in for another drink from her well
>"Don't swallow any of that Anon. I'm getting a little thirsty."
>Confusion whips through your body, but it's soon pushed aside as Coco dives onto your dick with her mouth
>She slurps up any cum that sat on your shaft, and as you hear her swallow you're vigor is reviewed
>You allow yourself to cringe, before you spoon out another mouthful into your tongue
>The slimy texture of the liquid makes you shudder, and overall it's wasn't pleasant to your senses
>It was incredibly bland, save the overwhelming saltiness that made ocean water seem drinkable by comparison
>You continued to lap up as much of the foul liquid as you could, before Coco turns around suddenly, and delves her mouth into yours
>She laps up every last spec of cum in your mouth, before pulling back, and swallowing it all in one long, slow gulp with her head drawn back
>She then slowly lowers her head with a coy spread wide across her face
>As she closes her eyes halfway, she runs her tongue across her top lip, and allows you to see the small amount of cum that had dripped out, before slipping her tongue back into her mouth
>”Now then, is that enough of a reward for your effort?”
>You nod, with slightly clenched teeth  
>”Ready to get back to work?”
>Another nod, if slower
>The coy smile softens slightly, and she kisses you again on your forehead before turning around
>You press your mouth back into her ass when she pushes it into her face, much to her delight
>She lets out a coo, an audible one at that seeing as her mouth is now free from your cock
>”I never thought you licking my pooper would be this enjoyable. Maybe you should do this more often.”
>So long as you weren’t eating your own cum, you were down
>You’d tell her later, as you knew that you should focus on your current objective first
>Lick by lick, you clean out Coco’s ass hole, with frequent interruptions from her to relive your mouth of your own foul juices
>You have absolutely no clue how she can stand the stuff, much less swallow it  
>Finally, with a dry tongue, you hit solid flesh within her anus, and relief floods through your body
>You poke around for a bit more with your tongue, before Coco pulls forward
 >”Alright. That feels clean enough,” she says in a satisfied tone
>She collects the remaining cum from your mouth, before swallowing the last of your load
>She then travels back down to your crotch, and gives your throbbing member a little flick
>”Aw, does someone like the taste of their own cum?”
>Utter disgust and panic flood your system, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from correcting your dominant
>She looks up at your face, and chuckles slightly at your clear disdain for her notion
>”Looks like you didn’t enjoy the taste of your homemade drink.”
>Suddenly she slides her very wet tongue up your shaft, which makes your body tense up
>”I suppose I should reward you for your dedication.”
>After another, much quicker lick, she then envelops your entire cock in one motion, taking a few seconds to swirl her tongue along its base before slowly pulling back
>As her head moves up your shaft, she moves her head forward ever so slightly, much to your delight
>When she reaches the tip, your throbbing member is pointing towards the sky, and the pressure that this position provides drive you wild
>She holds this position for a few moments, before bobbing her head up and down your shaft
>Each time she dips down, she goes a little bit lower than the previous dip, until she reaches your base again where she then works her way back up
>After a few more bobs, she releases your dick from her mouth, only to attack it moments later after the “pop” had sounded
>She dips her head down as she slides her mouth down your member, and pops her head back up as she slides upwards
>Unlike the previous times though, she varies the pace of her sucking
>Seemingly every other time she goes down she speeds up, the same for when she came back up
>She then removes her mouth from your dick again, only to plant a kiss on its side and move to its side
>She then begins to stroke it with her tongue, stopping only a few times to kiss your shaft again  
>With every stroke a grunt passes through your gritted teeth,  signifying that you’re close to cumming
>Picking up on your body language, Coco slides her mouth back onto your dick, going for a more generic fast-blow to finish you off
>You last around a half a minute under this pressure, and blow your second, somewhat smaller load directly into her throat
>Three spurts later, she pulls off your dick, and swallows the current liquid in her mouth
>She then licks the remaining cum off your dick, and swallows that as well
>You completely collapses onto the bed, totally out of breath
>Coco then slides up to you, with energy to spare
>You wonder how she’s not completely wiped out at this point, and then you realize she hadn't came throughout that entire session
“Coco honey, I never made you come…” you begin, pausing to take a breath
>”Don’t worry. I did. Besides, we’ve focused too much on me in bed recently. It was about time my big green bear got some attention.”
“Uh-huh. That’s why you made me lick my own cum.”
>”I’m still the dom, aren’t I? Besides, at any point you could’ve signaled that I was going too far.”
“....Alright that’s true.”
>She giggles, and slides up to your chest, where you wrap an arm around her
>”I love you Anon.”
“I… love you too.”
>And with those last words, you allow yourself to drift into a deep slumber
 
>As the eggs you were preparing for breakfast sizzled in the skillet, you hear Coco’s mail flap open, and hear her get up to grab her mail
>”Let’s see… bills, advertisement, OH! Letter from my aunt! Hang on… what’s this.”
>The tearing of the envelope is the last sound that fills the air on Coco’s side of the room, until she lets out a sudden gasp
“What? What’s wrong?” you ask, walking out of the kitchen to see Coco looking stunned at the letter
>”...I’m… I’m being sued…” she says after a couple of moments of  silence
>Her face registered nothing but pure shock, as she slowly slide to the floor
“Sued?”
>You cannot keep the sheer panic out of your voice, as you go to comfort her
“For what reason?”
>”T-theft of intellectual property  on behalf of Suri Polomare…”
“Suri? How could she possibly sue YOU for theft of intellectual property??”  
>”She’s claimed that I stole one of her dress designs for Mr. Needle’s show. One wore by Blueberry Bushel.”
>Her head sinks until it touches her chest when she begins to sob
>”S-so that’s how she’s going to ruin me…”
“Hey, there’s absolutely no way she can win this case.”
>”Win or lose, I’m still doomed. If she has enough evidence to ‘prove’ that I stole her designs, I’ll be forever looked down upon in the fashion industry.  Mr. Needles will probably fire me, and I’ll never be able to work in the fashion industry again…”
>You silently mouth “damn” as the weight of what’s really going on hits you
“Hey, Don’t look at it in that light. Look, if she is proven to have falsely accused you, she’ll be ruined herself. She’s running an even gamble right here.”
>”I suppose… but at the same time…”
“Look, forget about Suri’s plans for right now. What we need to focus on is getting you a lawyer. You have any lawyer friends?”
>”No… but I think Rarity mentioned that she knows one a while back.”
“Cripes, do all of you fashion horses have communications to powerful people?”
>Even in her distressed state, she shoots you a dirty look that lets you know it would be a good idea to shut up
>So you do
>Coco slowly rises to her hooves, and walks somewhat unsteadily into the kitchen
>She grabs the phone off the line, and begins dialing what you can only assume is Rarity’s number
>”Rarity?” she says after a few moments. “It’s Coco. Yes, yes it has been too long, but listen… uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh you heard about that? Well that’s good. Hey listen.. I…”
>As Rarity continues to jabber on, you see Coco roll her eyes, which makes you chuckle slightly
>Yes… yes. Rarity, please listen for a moment. Look, I’m being sued by Suri.”
>Even from in the living room, you could still hear Rarity scream “SURI?” into the receiver  
>Coco winces slightly, but then keeps talking
>”Yes. Suri. Apparently I stole one of her dress designs, and I need to contact a lawyer.”
>She goes silent for a moment, before her face lights up
>”Really? REALLY? Oh THANK you Rarity! Anon! Grab a piece of paper and a pen, I need you to write this number down.”
>”Anon?” you hear a somewhat posh voice say as you enter the kitchen. “Who is that?”
>”Oh… it’s just… you know my…”
>She casts a nervous glance at you, before glancing down embarrassedly
>”My… *boy*... friend….”
>”Boy? You mean colt darling?”
>”N-no, I mean boy…”
>There’s silence for a few moments, with Coco’s blush getting darker in color before Rarity speaks again
>”So… he’s not a pony then?”
>”No. He’s a… human.”
 >”A HUMAN?”
>Cripes, your ears hurt from how loud that was
>”I mean… I suppose it’s… perfectly normal to have an attraction to a different species… I mean it’s not like you’ve been in bed with this man right?”
>You hear Rarity’s slight chuckles over the phone, as Coco’s eyes disappear fully behind her hair
>Rarity’s laughter slowly silences, as she realizes that’s exactly what you’ve been doing
>”O-oh.”
>She sounds like she’s choking on the words
>”Well I mean, it’s your preference…. and who am I to judge you? Would you mind handing the phone to this… ‘Anon’ character so that I can give him the number?”
>Coco silently holds the phone in your direction, which you hesitantly take after grabbing the notepad and pen on the counter
“Hello?” you say into the receiver
>”Oh goodness, your voice is much lower than I expected… in any case the number is…”
>You hurriedly write the number down, and tear off the top piece
>”By the way, um, Anon. If you don’t mind me asking… have you ever… done the deed with anyone else in Equestria?”
>You knew she’d flip out if she knew the truth
“No. Coco is my first.”
>”Phew. One less thing to worry about. I mean, not that I don’t trust you or anything… but having more than one partner always increases one’s chances of contracting…”
“Oh no, don’t worry. I understand where you’re coming from.”
>”Oh goodie. I apologize if I offended you with any implications I might’ve made.”
“Nah. No offense taken.”
>”Would you mind then putting Coco back on the phone?”
“Not at all.”
>You hand the phone back to Coco, who takes it back without missing a beat
>”Hey.”
>”Well, he seems like a fine man overall.”
>Coco looks bashfully up at you, and smiles slightly
>”He is.”
>”Moving along, let me know when the court date is darling. I want to be there when you go on trial.”
>”Wait, really?”
>”Of course darling! It always helps to have someone in your corner!”
>Coco laughs a few times, relieved, before continuing
>”That’ll be great! You’ll be the first one I let know… after Anon of corse.”
>”Oh definitely darling. Anyways, call my friend. I know he’ll win this case for you. Toddles!”
>You hear the phone click on the other end before Coco hangs hers on the receiver
>With a sigh, she picks up the paper, and begins dialing the number printed  
>The phone rings three times, before someone on the other end picks up
>”Yes, I’d like to speak to Mr. Case. Yes, I’ll hold.”
>Coco’s expression sours as the elevator music begins playing through the phone
>Eventually she leans against the wall, sliding down slightly as she begins to tap her hoof in annoyance
>Her muzzle curls into a scrunch, until someone picks up the phone on the other end
>"Hello?" you hear a male voice say
>"Mr. Case? Oh thank goodness! My name is Coco Pommel, and my good friend Rarity recommended that I give you a call..."
>"Rarity did eh? Well any friend of Rarity's is a friend of mine! How may I be of service Ms. Pommel?"
>"Well you see, I'm being sued by my former boss for supposedly copying her dress designs. Mhm. No, I didn't. What? Today? Well I mean... I'll have to call off work, but I can meet you today. Two o' clock? That'll work. Alright, I'll see you then Mr. Case."
>She hangs up the phone, and makes a quick call to her boss, explaining the situation
>When she hangs up for the third time, she looks up at you with pleading eyes
>"Could you please go with me?"
>Her eyes practically melt your heart, but at the same time you've got to think about how many days off you still have at work
"I don't know Coco," you say, slipping your hand behind your head. "I've still got a job to do..."
>The sudden, long, nuzzling of Coco's head against your crotch gets you to shut up
>With a eyes alight and a pleading smile, she looks up at you, resting her chin on your now semi-hard dick
>"Pretty please?"
vacation days I have left..."
>She removes herself from your crotch, and allows you to make the phone call
"Hey, boss. I uh, something came up with my girlfriend, and I need to... accompany her somewhere. How many vacation days do I have left?"
>"As many as you need my boy!" Mr. Pincher's voice comes from the other end. "You've put in good work recently son. We will survive without a couple extra hooves... or should I say hands on deck."
>"Are you for real? Thanks a ton Mr. Pincher! I'll see you first thing tomorrow!"
>You practically slam the hook against the receiver, and turn to Coco
“Good news! I’ve got as much time off as I need!” you exclaim
>Coco’s whole face lights up as her mouth drops open in a wide grin
>”Really? So, will you accompany me to my appointment?”
“Well I mean, I just took the day off so I could. So yeah. Ima run home and take a shower though. I’ll meet you back here at one o’ clock to escort you over.”
>”Sounds like a plan. In the meantime, I’ll nab the directions.”
“Sounds like a good plan. I’ll see you back here at one, sharp!”
>You then plant a kiss on the beige pony’s head and head for the door
>The second you’re outside the house, you let loose a quick breath of frustration, and rub your temples lightly
>As you walk home, you begin to hope to yourself that this guy’s up to snuff
>You endure Frank’s jests… again, as the climb the stairs to your apartment
>After a quick shower, you get dressed in your lovely black t-shirt with a pair of jeans, and sit down to relax in front of your mind-melting box
>As the television set turns on, “Family Feud” appears on-screen
>”Name something Unicorns love to keep extra prestige,” Steve Harvey asks the contestants
>The one to the left buzzes first, looking confident
>”Yes Brush?”
>”Their horn,” the blue pegasus says
>The audience and the family claps, as Steve just nods several times
>”Their magic maker!” he cries aloud, and after a second “Horn” appears in the number one spot
>The family cheers, and the camera pans in on them
>”Alright Pastel, your brother just earned you a cool 100 points. Now then, name something Unicorns love to keep extra prestige.”
>”Their… partner’s horn…”
>Steve gives the pegasus a look of pure confusion, as the audience laughs  
>”I… I hope you’re talking about the horn on their head there,” he says somewhat defeated, much to the embarrassment of the pegasus
>He shakes his head twice, and turns to the board
>”Show me… show me their partner’s horn.”
>A large X appears on the screen accompanied by a buzzer noise
“Their partner’s horn. What a joke,” you say, shaking your head. “How thick can you get?”
>You continue to allow your mind to melt away for another couple of hours, before you just so happen to glance up at the clock, and notice that it’s suddenly become twelve thirty
>With a yawn and a stretch, you turn off the television, and get out of your chair
>You toss your shoes on, and head for the door, pausing for only a moment to lock it behind you  
>After a brief walk, you arrive at Coco’s house, and the lovely Coco herself comes to the door after your third knock
>”Ready to go?” she asks, wearing her usual collar but with a more elegant hat
“Got directions?”
>”Right here.”
>She waves a slip of paper in front of your face, and you nod
“Then let’s get to it.”
>With Coco’s directions, you walk to the law firm and make it by one fifty
>As you step into the firm, a loud ring sounds from overhead, and an attendant is soon in front of you
>”Hello there ma’am! Sir! How may I help you?”
>”We have an appointment with Mr. Case.”
>”Alrighty then, just follow me, and I’ll get everything set up for you,”
>She heads for her computer, punches a few keys on her keyboard, and looks up at Coco
>”And what is your name madame?”
>”Coco Pommel.”
>Another few moments of nothing but typing, before she picks up a phone
>”Mr. Case? Your two o’ clock is here.”
>Some “uh-huhs” later, the mare hangs the phone up, and turns her attention back to Coco
>”He said he’ll see you shortly. In the meantime, please feel free to relax in our lounge. Refreshments are provided by the back door.”
>While Coco goes to sit down, you grab a cookie from the plate and fill a cup up with water
>You take a bite out of the double chocolate chip delight in your hand, and take a sip of out of your cup
>The beige pony gives you a funny look, as you happily munch on your treat
“What?” you say, swallowing your mouthful. “It’s double chocolate!”
>She smiles slightly, and picks up a magazine on the desk to keep herself occupied
>Surprisingly, it’s not fashion-related, but instead is rather focused on movie-stars
>Current article she’s viewing is about some chick banging the director and his son on-set  
“Are you seriously reading a tabloid?” you ask, as you take another bite into your cookie
>”What? They’ve got some interesting articles!” she argues
“They’re also mostly full of it and aren’t worth the effort it takes to slog through one of the articles.”
>”Oh, where’s your taste for sensationalism?”
“I grew out of it when everyone started treating celebrities as deities and lashed out whenever they did anything wrong.”
>”Alright Mr. Boring, stick to your sports magazines and other generic pieces of literature, I’ll stick to my fun articles.”
“Implying I like sports,” you mumble, taking another chunk out of the cookie  
>After about two minutes of silent munching. the secretary suddenly appears in front of you
>”Mr. Case will see you now!” she says chipperly. “Please follow me.”
>You do, up two flights of stairs and to a large, hickory-wood door
>She then opens the door for you, and you step in
>”Mr, Case, Ms. Coco Pommel is ready to see you.”
>”Thank you Clarrie. You may leave us now,” the stallion says from his chair
>Clarrie nods her head, and scuttles off, leaving the two of you with the old stallion
>”So then,” he begins, turning around with his chair. “You’re being sued under fishy pretenses eh?”
>”Y-yes sir…” Coco stutters out to the grey stallion
>He taps his rough hoof against his desk twice, before rising from his chair
>”What exactly is the evidence presented against you?”
>You fish out the spare piece of paper that Coco had given you detailing everything that Suri had against Coco
>The stallion takes it without missing a beat, and looks it over
>”Hm. Witness testimony and the dress design that she claimed you stole.”
>He puts the paper on his desk, and sits back down
>”Well then, I haven’t seen either dress, but from the looks of it, she’s got a decent case.”
>Coco’s face sinks slightly, and you put a hand on her back
>”However, that doesn’t mean I can’t win this thing. We’re going to have to take apart the witness’s testimonies most likely to call this whole thing off.”
>”Do you think you can do that?”
>”Well that depends. How is Suri viewed by her employees?”
>Coco paused for a moment, and looks down as her cheeks turn rosy
>”She’s… not very well liked.”
>”Hated then, got it.”
>”I- I never said that!” Coco replies exasperated
>”I can tell you’re still scared of her love. Trust me, I’ve dealt with awful bosses before, both inside and outside of court. She’ll probably be relying on fear to get them to say what she wants them to say, which will be fairly easy to tear apart.”
>”Really?”
>”Of course. The fear of justice is a powerful thing. I’m certain the prospect of jail time, where they’ll have to spend at least five minutes in the time-out corner will break most of them.”
>Coco gasps at the mention of time-out corners, but you just sort of snicker at how ridiculous the thing sounds  
“Pardon me sir, but when you say time-out, do you mean-”
>”Sitting in a particularly uncomfortable chair facing the wall for five minutes, yes,” the old stallion says sternly
>Your mouth quivers slightly, as you snort to contain your laughter
>Coco and Case alike look strangely at you, before Case loudly clears his throat
>”Is there something humorous about time-out sir?”
“Oh no, nothing really. There’s nothing funny about your totally serious and not at all silly time-out punishment.”
>Another flurry of chuckles manages to slip through your tightly closed lips, and Coco looks at you sternly
>”Anon, this is serious. Time-out is nothing to scoff about!”
>A laugh bursts from your lungs, and you quickly press your hands to your mouth to silence yourself
>Coco and Case alike give you a stern look, but Case is the first to speak
>”Anon, perhaps you’d like to go through our “Scared Straight” program? Normally it’s meant for teenagers who have no regard for the law, but I feel it’d be perfectly suited to show you the true terrors of our prison system.”
“T-terrors?”
>You wanted so badly to tell them the prison horror stories from where you were from before you moved to Manehatten
>The urge to tell them of solitary confinement, of extreme isolation, of the unspeakable acts that prisoners did to other prisoners, strongly washed over you
>But… something held you back
“Let’s just say that prisons back where I’m from make the ones here seem like a walk in the park.”
>”Do tell, Mr. Anon,” Case says coldly
“Well, picture time-out here. Except far away from any other prisoner. You get no access to the outside world. You see no one, you hear no one. And you can be in there for several months at a time.”    
>You then watch as Coco’s mouth drops open, and Case’s stern look cracks, as a speck of fear shines through on his features
>An uncomfortable silence fills the air, and you almost laugh at their reactions alone
>”We-well Anon…” case says after a few moments. “That.. certainly seems dreadful…”
“You don’t even know the half of it.”
>Silence once again, envelops the room
>”So… you think you can win the case, Mr. Case?” Coco says
>”Absolutely. Hopefully will be a quick trial.”
 
>It’s now two weeks later, and court is now in session
>You’re all standing, per the usual, as the judge asks for each side’s statements
>”Your honor,” Suri’s lawyer bluntly states. “I believe we all know the purpose of this court is to acquit the innocent, and punish the guilty. My client, Suri Polomare, is the victim of a vile case of intellectual property theft, and the perpetrator is none other than Ms. Coco Pommel over there. It is because of her blatant theft, that my client now boasts the status of ‘homeless’ and ‘unemployed’. My only wish here, is to see my client get her due rewards, for having to go through the hellacious acts brought about by the defendant.”
>The old man sits down, and case rises to his hooves
>”Your honor, the jury, the people of this court. My client, Coco Pommel, is innocent of any and all charges placed against her, by Ms. Suri Polomare. This is nothing more than a personal attack on Coco’s personal life, and her professional life, by her former boss, that greatly mistreated her throughout their time working together. I ask you, people of the court, to see through the lies perpetrated by the plaintiff, and see Coco for the hardworking, and upright mare she is!’  
>It’s then Case’s turn to sit down, as the judge slams his gavel down twice, signifying the start of the trial
>”First and foremost, I’d like to present the evidence against Ms. Coco Pommel,” the prosecutor claims
>He motions to one of the ponies in the audience, who runs out of the courtroom, and walks back in with a dress  
>Your mouth falls open in shock, as you realize the dress looks almost exactly like the one you saw Coco working on a few months back
>You cast a glance at Coco, who seems to have realized the exact same thing
>”M-my dress…” she mutters after a few seconds
>”Now then, if you’ll please pull up Ms. Pommel’s dress on the monitor.”
>You hear a couple presses of buttons somewhere, and the monitor turns on
>Sure enough, Coco’s dress appears on-screen
>”As you can see here, the two dresses look the exact same,” he continues. “And every one of Suri’s former employees claimed that Suri had been working on the dress for months before Ms. Pommel left.”
>”No…” you hear Coco murmur
>You then look at the poor pony, and notice that tears have begun to form from her eyes
>Case makes an odd noise, and you look over at him, only to see his eyes slightly widened, as he shuffles some papers around on the table
>”I’d like to call Ms. Quilt ot the podium first, to testify for this fact.”
>A little bit later, a small, brown-looking mare takes the podium, looking quite nervous
>”Ms. Quilt, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” he asks
>”Y-yes…”
>”Very good then. So tell me, how long had Suri been making this dress before Ms. Pommel left?”
>”A-around five to six months.”
>”And during that time, did Ms. Pommel have access to the dress?”
>”S-she did. It was kept in a storage room near the back of the shop.”
>”No further questions your honor.”
>Case then clears his throat, and steps towards the podium
>”Ms. Quilt, before I begin my questioning, I’d like to remind you that you’re under oath, and that lying in a courtroom can be an offense punishable by quite some time in the slammer.”
>”Objection your honor, he’s trying to frighten the witness,” the other lawyer says
>His concern seemed to ring true, as the brown pony began to tremble in her seat
>”Carried. Get to the questioning Mr. Case,” the judge demands
>Case merely shrugs his shoulders, but you know that the damage had been done to the poor mare… and hopefully to anyone else who was gonna give a testimonial for Suri
>”Well then. First question, does the fact that she had access to the dress necessarily mean that she looked at the dress on a frequent basis?”
>”W-well I suppose not.”
>”A solid ‘yes’ or ‘no’ would be much appreciated, Ms. Quilt.”
>”Well then no, but…”
>”And are you positive that that dress was kept in storage for the duration of the months you described?”
>”Yes, I am.”
>”How can you be so sure? Did you see the dress in the storage room yourself?”
>The pony seems to freeze in her seat, and you cast a glance over at Suri
>A cold look has fallen over her face, as she slowly lowers her eyes, and folds her hooves over her muzzle
>”N-no… I did not…” Quilt says after a few moments of silence
>”Hmmm. You seem quite nervous Ms. Quilt. Is everything alright?”
>She shuffles a bit in her seat before speaking again
>”Y-yes. Everything is quite fine.”
>”You sure? You don’t have any… major stressors occupying your mind?”
>The poor mare casts a quick look over at Suri, who narrows her eyes as if to indicate that it was time for the girl to stop her testimony
>”N-no! Absolutely not! Everything’s fine!” she says, looking back towards case with a massive fake smile on her face. Just… a little court-related stress… that’s all!”
>”Mhm. No further questions your honor.”
>Case then returns to the table, with a smug look on his face
>”No further questions your honor,” the prosecutor says defeatedly after a few moments of silence
>The judge then calls for a brief recess, and Case pulls Coco aside
>”Look, if there’s anything you wanna tell me, you’d better get it off your chest now!” Case whispers urgently
>”I swear Mr. Case, I haven’t ever seen that dress before in my life! All of my works are totally original!” Coco says in a panicked tone  
>”Well unfortunately, that claim isn’t going to look good to a jury. We need some solid evidence if we’re going to get the charges dropped. I can tell these mares are lying through their teeth, and I doubt Suri’s gonna stick with the current testimonies. She’s probably gonna tell these chicks to modify their stories some to fill in the gaps. and I doubt I’ll be able to discredit all of them. It’s a pretty simple testimony, which is pretty hard to blow apart. So we either need some counter-testimonials, or some character testimonies to make you look better in the eyes of the jury.”
>Coco nods silently, and you pat her reassuringly on the back
>”Luckily for us, I managed to snag your boss for questioning. Now I would assume he’s not a total screwup, considering he runs a company, so he should do fine as a character witness
>Coco’s ears perk up at this, and she nods somewhat enthusiastically
 
>TIme for round two of questioning
>”I’d like to call Mr. Silver Needle to the podium.”
>Sure enough, Coco’s boss stands up from the crowd, and trots towards the podium
>As he sits down, Case straightens some papers on his desk, and heads over for questioning  
>”Alright Mr. Needle, how would you describe Ms. Pommel as an employee?”
>”She’s a very fine employee,” Needle responds. “Honestly one of the best I have.”
>”Mhm. Would you ever suspect her of committing any plagiaristic acts of any sort?”
>It was at this point that you realized that Needle was gonna give a pretty weak testimony, and all hope you had left right then and there
>”No sir, I would not!”
>”Do you feel she is an honest employee?”
>”Absolutely.”
>”No further questions your honor.”
>As case sits down, and his face gives away that not even he’s satisfied with the testimony given  
>The other lawyer puts on a smug look, as he steps up to the podium to begin his questioning
>”Mr… Needle was it?”
>”Yes sir!”
>He seemed so happy and upbeat too
>Made you feel bad about his impending destruction at the hands… or hooves, rather, of the other lawyer
>”Right, So Mr. Needles, did you know Coco before you hired her?”
>”Well… I can’t say that I have…”
>”A solid ‘yes’ or ‘no’ would be very much appreciated sir.”  
>”Well then no, I have not.”
>”And do you know Ms. Pommel outside of work?”
>”N-no sir…”
>”So how can you be sure of what she’s like on a personal level?”
>”I… guess I’m not.”
>”No further questions your honor.”
>You catch a glimpse of the stallion’s smug face as he goes back to sitting on the bench
>Your jaw naturally tightens in annoyance, but he’s got every right to be cocky
>The sound of the judge's gavel against the hard wooden post on his podium snaps you out of your trance
>He calls for an end to day one of the trail, which makes your heart sink a little
>You briefly look in the direction of Needle, still sitting slightly stunned in the podium, but his face soon drops, and he exits through the little door in shame
>From the very edge of your vision, you watch Case slightly shake his head, as he briefcase shuts with a small “snap”
>Coco seems especially disappointed, whether it be from her boss’s lack of assistance or the sudden turn the case has made was unknown to you, but either way the end result was the same
>After rubbing the bridge of your nose for a few seconds, you stand up, and head out the door
>Case and Coco are waiting for you on the other side
>The old lawyer’s face now betrays his age, as his furrowed brow reveals the age lines that have become ingrained into his skin over years upon years of stress
>”Things are not looking good…” he mumbles after a few seconds. “The evidence is solid, we’ve got nothing to counter, and we’re going to face nothing but condemning testimonies from this point onwards.”
>Coco’s lip quivers, and her head drops
>The thought of comforting her quickly enters your mind, but it soon exits, as there’s nothing you could do at this point to soothe her mind
>After a moment’s hesitation, you decide that something is better than nothing, and place a hand on the back of her neck
>You stroke her mane a few times, before she looks up at you with a small amount of gratitude in her eyes
>”All is not lost though…” Case continues. “Rarity’s coming to see your trial, correct?”
>”Yes?”
>”Good. She… she might be able to work something out. I don’t know what, but… just keep your hopes up. Not all of our options are exhausted.”
>It takes a moment to sink in, but you soon realize that the cocky lawyer that you had met just days ago had suddenly melted from in front of you, and in his place stood a more compassionate stallion, who was trying to re-assure Coco and himself with any shred of hope he could cling to  
>She sadly nods her head, and shakes your hand off the back of her neck
>You do nothing but watch with a clenched lip, as Coco heads for the door with her head down
>Case follows soon after, leaving you alone in the court hallway to tend to your own devices
>”I warned her,” Suri’s voice sings from behind you
>A bit of shock from the suddenness of her words bounces down your spine, but it’s quickly replaced by anger, as you turn to face poor Coco’s tormenter
>You fight the urge to wrap your hands around her small neck as her coy look enters your view
“Don’t you have some poor former employee to bug?”
>She scowls, but soon the cocky look returns to her face
>”Very funny. You know…”
>She takes a few steps towards you, and you take a couple steps away from her
>A lock of mock hurt shines through her expression, but only for a second, as she closes the gap between the two of you
>”It’s not always wise to date a known criminal.”
“Coco’s no criminal…”
>”Yet.”
>Next thing you know, she’s on your hind legs, staring you square in the eyes
>”If I was in your shoes, I’d ditch the bitch before things go south, and get with a real mare.”
>A hoof strokes your cheek lightly, making your knees buckle a little
>”A mare that won’t be convicted of any crimes soon.”
>Another stroke, this time more towards your crotch
>You manage to swat her hoof away before she touches your semi-erect dick, which makes her giggle
>Your heart nearly stops, as you feel Suri’s hot breath against your lips, and you suddenly realize the space between you has somehow grown even smaller
>”A mare that knows how to treat a man.”
>As she leans in to kiss you, your mind somehow overcomes your dick, and you roughly shove her off of you
>With a cry, she falls to the floor, and hits the ground with a very cathartic “smack”
>A mighty anger rises within you, but you force it from your system, and take a few deep breaths to steady yourself
>The mare tries to get up off the ground, and what little anger remains tells you it’d be a good idea to help her up
>You then grab her by her mane, and hoist her roughly off the ground
>”Yak! Hey what are you doing!” she cries loudly
>With teeth bared, and seething breaths, you hold her face close to yours, which seems to shut her up
“Lemmie tell you something girly,” you whisper. “Coco is more of a woman than you’ll ever be. I see what you’re trying to do here, and lemme tell you, it’s pretty shallow.”  
>She gulps once in between your statements  at the coolness of your words, and you then you continue
“Now, let me make one thing clear. If you ever approach me like that again, neither Coco, nor you are gonna be the ones going to jail.”
>You shake a fist in front of her for added effect before finishing
“You hear me?”
>She nods rapidly with her eyes wide, and you drop her back onto the cold tile below
“Not get out of my sight.”
>She scurries to her hooves, and gallops out of the room, while you watch on with a strange satisfaction
>You grind your teeth a couple of times, before turning to leave the courthouse
>As you walk down the hallway, your dick gives a couple cries of protest over your actions, but you ignore them, and continue on your path
>You stop for just a moment at the door to sigh, before opening the beautiful glass creations, and stepping into the sunlight
 
>Day two of court came soon the next morning
>Little bit too soon for your likings, seeing as it felt like you had only gotten thirty minutes of sleep last night
>Your entire night consisted of you tossing and turning in your bed, wondering how things were going to go in the case, and reflecting on what Suri had said
>Probably a bad idea to focus on the latter, but for some reason, what she said stuck with you
>The sound of the wood-on-wood contact of the gavel and the judge's little stand interrupted your thoughts, and brought you back to reality
>The prosecuter called some mare you'd never heard of to the stand, and you didn't really pay attention to what was going on until you caught a glimpse of her
>Everything about her screamed "unprofessional", from her attire, to the fact that she was chewing bubble gum in court
>As she blew one big bubble, she let it pop when it completely eclipsed her face, and then proceeded to chomp down on the gum, making it crack every time it contact with her teeth
>"Now, Ms. Pusher," the prosecutor began. "Please tell the court what you did for Ms. Polomare while she was in business."
>"I was her secretary," the mare said snobbishly. "I did, like, generic secretary things."
>Another pop of another bubble followed this statement, and you hoped this chick's overall demeanor would lessen her testimony's impact on the jury
>"R-right. And tell us, where was your desk located in the building?"
>"Right next to the storage closet."
>Your heart then sank, as you realized where she was going with her testimony
>"And what exactly did you see every day on your lunch break?"
>"Coco with her lunch, going into the storage room with a notepad, and spending lots of time in there."
>And that was the tiny snowball needed to start the avalanche that was to come
>Testimony after testimony came flying out of each of Suri's subsequent witnesses, each one more incriminating than the last
>You had hoped, prayed even that every witness would be just as sloobish as the one that gave the first really damning testimony
>But Lady Luck seemed to have taken a disliking to Coco though, as the next mare was the most professional-looking mare you'd ever seen in your entire life
>And unfortunately for Coco, she said nearly the exact same thing Pusher had said
>Each mare was hit-and-miss with their overall demeanor, but the damage had been done, and each testimony was just fuel added onto the already blazing fire
>Case was able to pick apart some of the witnesses, but not many, and hope faded more and more with each witness's testimony
>It had taken a huge toll on Coco as well, for at first there had just been nights where she was in pure agony, as every last shred of her public image was stripped from her
>However as time went on, she grew far less emotional, and eventually, she just seemed to stop caring at all
>The Coco that sat beside you for her last day of court was not the one you had been dating for two years now
>Instead, the mare beside you was the ghost of Coco, who had long since accepted her fate, and was willing to take whatever punishment was going to come her way
>It killed you to see her like this, but there was nothing you could do
>Suri had won
>She said that she would ruin Coco, and she had unfortunately made good on her word
>From what you could tell, Coco's friend Rarity had also failed to show up
>Some friend she was, failing to support a Coco in her most dire time of need
>You sigh to yourself, knowing that there probably wasn't much she could've done anyway besides give emotional support
>Although, you could never have enough support in your corner in a situation like this
>The lawyers were making their final statements, and the verdict was about to be given
>"Is there anything the defense would like to say before we receive the verdict?" the stallion asked
>"No your honor..." Coco responded weakly
>"No your honor my hoof!" you heard a familiar posh voice cry from the back of the courtroom
>Startled slightly, you turn around in your chair to see a white mate standing breathless at the back of the room
>"The defense has several things to say, your honor. Including a brief testimony from yours truly, as well as a full evaluation of the two dresses in question."
>The white mare begins to walk down the aisle slowly, garnering the attention of everyone in courtroom, including Coco
>"R-Rarity?" she mumbled
>"So sorry that I'm late darling," the white mare responds with a nervous smile. "I see I got here somewhat in time though. We had a 'small' issue back in Ponyville that required my attention. Then the flight here got delayed several times and..."
>"ORDER!" the judge calls, slamming his gavel down several times. "This is a huge contempt of court. Now then, on who's authority do you have permission to just barge into this courtroom, and disrupt this trial?!"
>"On MY authority, my good judge," another much calmer voice says from the back of the room
>Another glance to the back of the room aloits you the sight of a purple unicorn walking through the door
>Wait, not a unicorn, an...
>Alcorn?
>You rub your eyes in disbelief, thinking to yourself that there's no way there's another alicorn hanging around
>But, your eyes seem to be telling the truth, as the winged unicorn strolls casually down the isle
>"Princess Twilight..." the old judge murmurs. "F-forgive me your highness! I had no idea you'd be here today."
>Princess Twilight?
>There's ANOTHER Princess?
>Cripes, and you thought three were bad
>"It's quite alright sir. And I apologize for my unannounced arrival. But, if it's alright with you; and the court, I'd like to see the trial continue for a bit longer. This time with my friend Rarity doing some research into all the evidence that has been presented."
>"Well forgive me for sounding rude ma'am, but I believe that this court has heard all it..."
>"Princess Celestia agrees with me on this fact."
>The alicorn magically pulls a scroll from her sack, and floats it onto the judge's podium
>He reads it over once, mumbling some of the contents to himself, before nodding and putting it aside
>"You may proceed. But just so you know, there's only been two pieces of evidence presented thus far, and that's the two dresses we're comparing."
>"Would you mind too terribly if I saw Suri's dress?" Rarity interjects. "I'd like to give it a, in layman's terms, 'once-over."
>"Absolutely."
>You take a moment to cast a glance over to Suri, who looks absolutely frozen in fear in her seat
>You give a slight fist-pump, praying that this would be the break Coco needed
>The dress is then wheeled out from the back room, and Rarity cringes slightly as she sees it
>"Oh Coco darling, what once was your beautiful dress has been turned into something so amateurish..." she says with despair
>This gets a small rise out of Suri which makes you chuckle to yourself
>She then begins checking the dress over, from top to bottom
>She does this several times, as if taking in ever seam, and memorizing their exact location each time, before standing upright again
>"I know I'm not a lawyer, but may I please ask Ms. Polomare a question your honor?"
>"Go for it."
>"Goodie. So Ms. Polomare, is it true that you had recently hired on an assistant to help you in your shop?"
>"...Yes..." Suri snarls
>"And how long had she been making dresses before you hired her?"
>"...Just under five months..."
>"Mhm. Would it be too much trouble if I were to see some of her other work?"
>"Objection your honor!" the other lawyer calls. "I fail to see what this has to do with the case!"
>It's simple sir," Rarity continues. "This dress appears to have been made by a very amateurish hoof. I wish to compare the techniques used to make this dress to one of Ms. Polomare's assistants to see if they're a match."
>"Motion carried," the judge says. "Well Ms. Polomare?"
>Suri wiggles in her seat for a minute, before speaking again
>"I guess it's fine," she growls
>"Splendid!"
 
>About thirty minutes later, the assistant's dress is wheeled out to the courtroom for Rarity to observe, while the assistant takes a seat next to Suri
>She takes nearly a half-hour to look it over, but when she finishes, she looks quite satisfied
>"It is, in my expert opinion, that these two dresses were made by the same hoof," she declares
>”O-OBJECTION!” the other lawyer screams from his desk, looking quite rampant
>He takes a couple heavy breaths, before coughing lightly, and speaking again
>”N-now your honor, I mean this mare no disrespect, but who exactly is she? I mean, any mare can waltz in here and make the claims she’s made!”
>”That’s perfectly alright darling. I’d wonder the same thing in your shoes. For the record, I’ve designed dresses for some of the biggest names this side of equestria! Some of you in the court may know me from the ‘Gala Extravaganza’ line published by Hoity Toity.”
>You look back to the crowd, and notice most of the mares have a look of pure awe on their face
>”I’ve also designed, and made clothing for the likes of Sapphire Shores, Seamless Stitching, and I won the ‘Fashion Week’ content a couple of years back.”
>Murmurs begin to arise from the crowd, and the prosecutor's face turns an even lighter shade of white
>”We can call in another expert, if you so wish,” Rarity says confidently
>”There’s no need…” you hear Suri’s assistant say quietly. “I’ll tell you everything.”
>”Beans, what are you doing?” Suri hisses.
>”I’m exposing you for the fraud you are!” Bean screams, shocking the courtroom. “For months, I was forced to stay in that stupid storage space, making that stupid dress day in and day out so you could have your revenge! I can’t live with the guilt of being a plagiarist any longer!”
>The courtroom erupts, and the judge tries desperately to restore order  
>”T-the court will hear Ms.... er…”
>”Beans. Cocoa Beans.”
>”Right. The court will hear Ms. Bean’s testimony. Please step up to the podium.”
>Suri looks on in pure horror, as the small blue mare takes her seat beside the judge
>”I believe the defendant can be the first to ask the questions… considering her testimony runs counter to Suri’s witnesses.”
>Case nods once, and steps up to the podium
>”I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Now, let’s get onto questioning.”
>”...Alrighty then. Good to see you so eager. Now then, Ms. Bean, you’ve been… or rather you were, Suri’s assistant for how long?”
>”A little over two years now.”
>”Right. And, what all have you done for this period of time?”
>”For the most part, I’ve been making that dress over there. Other than that, I’ve been doing whatever jobs had floated Suri’s way.”
>”Mhm. And, when exactly did you start making the dress.”
>”About a month into me working at the shop.”
>She then looks over at Suri, and narrows her eyes a considerable amount
>”Long into Mr. Needle’s show.”
>The crowd murmurs slightly, as a look of pure fear etches into Suri’s face
>”So, you copied this design from Ms. Pommel?”
>The girl nods once, and Case continues
>”So, how did this all transpire?”
>”Around the time that the show went live, I was merely Suri’s assistant, until she realized that I had a bit of a nack for dressmaking,” Beans began. “From that point onwards, I was put in charge of doing all her dirty work. Including making that dress over there.”
>”Go on.”
>”Well, I was given very clear instructions from Suri. Go to one of the shows, choose a dress, any dress really, and write down as many details about it as I could. I was told to memorize every detail, and she would tell me why later. If I had to, I was to snap a couple of pictures for reference.”
>”So you did just that?”
>She nods once more before continuing
>”I came back with all my notes, and a few snapshots for reference. When I asked what we were going to do with them, Suri said that I was going to re-create it, stitch by stitch.”
>"Did you go along with the plan?"
>"At first, of course not. What kind of person would? But then yhr threats came.."
>"Threats?"
>"She said she would ruin me. Make it so nopony would ever hire me in this town."
>She takes a brief pause before continuing
>"At that point, I felt like I had no other options, so I did what she wanted."
>"And why didn't she just stitch the dress herself?"
>"She didn't want any traces of the deed to fall back on her. Said she wasn't going going to take the fall if the plan went south."
>"Mhm. No further questions your honor."
>The prosecutor stood up, asked a few last-ditch questions, and sat back down defeatedly
>But it didn't really matter, the damage had been done
>All of Suri's previous testimonies suddenly crumbled due to this one mare's words
>The next few days were merely a formality, as Case went through discrediting as many of the previous testimonies as he could, which was most of the time
>The situation you were on previously seemed to have completely turned on its head, as Suri continued to look more and more distraught, while you, Coco and, Case looked more and more triumphant
>Rarity and get friends had stuck around, to support Coco and because Rarity was going to give her testimony at the end of this thing
>Finally, the last day of court dawned upon you, and it was Rarity's turn to speak on the podium
>"Ms. Rarity, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"
>"I do."
>"Alrighty then, let's begin. First and foremost, tell us of your experiences with Ms. Polomare."
>"Last year, During Fashion week, Suri was particularly cruel to me. First and foremost, she stole my fabrics alongside a few of my designs, and passed them off as her own. Then she claimed one of the judges were angry at me, discouraging me from continuing in the competition. And finally, and lied to the judges, claiming that I forfeited in hopes that she would win. Luckily, I still came out the victor."
>"So she lied, cheated, and stole, so that she could win the competition?"
>"Correct."
>"No further questions your honor."
>Next comes the prosecutor, looking quite distraught
>"Now then, Ms. Rarity, where exactly did you hear that my client had claimed that you had forfeited?"
>"From Coco over there."
>"So, you didn't hear it directly from the judges?"
>Rarity's lip curls downwards in a sneer, and you can tell she fighting off a slew of insults bouncing through her mind at the moment
>"For your information," she begins cooly. "I happen to trust Ms. Pommel over there very much. I'd put my life in her hands if push came to shove. However, if you insist on hearing the tale straight from the monkey's mouth, then I would be happy to make a few phone calls to set the record straight."
>"T-that won't be necessary!" the stallion laughs. "No further questions your honor."
>With a look of pure satisfaction, Rarity hops down from the podium, and trots over to where Coco and yourself were sitting
>The two could hardly contain their pure giddiness over the sudden turn of events, but the judge's gavel, and the call for Coco's testimony did the job for them
>The mare walks up to the podium very nervously, before Case takes his place in front of her
>"So Ms. Pommel, what exactly did you do for Suri before you left her employment?"
>"I... I was her assistant. I brought her coffee and tea when she wanted it, and I did all the paperwork for her. I was also forced to make all of her top-of-the-line dresses to show off."
>"I see. So are any of her dresses actually made by her?"
>"Well I can't say for certain whether or not that's the truth, but I know when I was working there, she didn't actually make any of her dresses. She always had someone else do it for her."
>"Did she ever ask you to copy the designs of other dresses?"
>"All the time. In fact, that's primarily what I did under her employment."
>"And how would you personally describe your experience working there?"
>She mulls it over for a few moments before speaking again
>"Hellish..." she responds quietly
>A very uncomfortable silence fills the room, as the weight of Coco's words fully sink into the minds of those in the audience
>"Please elaborate on what you mean by... 'hellish'."
>"W-well.. first and foremost, there was the forced copying of the dress designs, which always left me with a pit of guilt lodged in my stomach. Then there were the long hours, where I had to report to work bright and early, and I was only able to leave incredibly late into the night."
>"Pardon the interruption, but how long of a time frame are we looking at here?"
>"My work schedule would often consist of sixteen hour days. I mostly got to work at about six in the morning, and left around ten at night. Sometimes it went longer. I only got a thirty minute lunch, which helped relieve some of the day's stress, but not by much. I'd have to pack an extremely large lunch, otherwise I wouldn't be able to make it through the rest of the day."
>She takes a brief pause to sip at the glass of water sitting beside her, and then she continued
>"Often I'd be so tired when I got home, I wouldn't have been able to make dinner. Luckily, my... mate Anon over there made enough time in his busy schedule to bring me over dinner, with little notes of encouragement attached to the plate. Or bag, whatever he had gotten me."
>Ah yes, you remembered those days well
>It's how you came to know that Coco loved hay burgers and chai tea
>The little notes would be, just that, little, barely containing more than one sentence each
>They were always cheesy little one-liners, like "you can do it!" or, "don't let what happened today ruin your life! tomorrow's another day!"
>Coco had said time and time again that she appreciated them, despite their cheesiness, so at least your mission was accomplished in that regard
>You remember one time she came home slightly earlier than expected, and walked in just as you were setting the plate down
>It was a particularly stressful day for her, and she broke down crying right then and there
>You also got some snuggle time out of it, as she had fallen asleep in your arms while you were comforting her later on into the night
>"I've never told anyone this before..." the beige pony continues. "But I had always loved reading those notes. To know that someone cared enough to make me dinner and then give me some encouragement... it was honestly one of the most touching things I've ever experienced in my life."
>She then sniffles, and you spot tears behind her smiling eyes
>"I would often cry at night because of the gesture alone. It was an incredibly humbling, and uplifting experience."
>She then looks at you with shining eyes, and a large smile
>"And I can't thank my best friend and mate enough for what he did."
>A few "aws" are heard from the crowd, and then the room is filled with yet more silence
>"Ms. Pommel," Case says after a few moments. "I hate to interrupt your moment, but we are still in the middle of a trial here."
>"Hm? Oh! Oh yes of course!" Coco responds, slightly embarrassed
>"Now then, last question. Did Suri ever threaten you throughout your tenure with her?"
>"All the time," Coco says quietly
>"Mind talking about some?"
>Once again, a very, very uncomfortable silence fills the room, until Coco finds the voice to speak again
>"Threats of being fired. Threats of being ruined. Threats of me disappearing. Threats of... death..."
>Your mouth falls open at this sudden deposit of unknown information
>Rage began to seep into your body through the small chinks in your calm that had just been made
>Through the corner of your vision, you notice Coco looking somewhat slowly over at you, only for her cations expression to change to one of shock and fear
>You grasp the table in front of you with your now bright-red hand, and take deep, seething breaths
>"Mister, are you alright?" you hear the alicorn ask
"No. Just give me a second, I'll be fine though."
>That second came sooner than expected, as a you heard small "bzzz", followed by an instantaneous calming sensation wash over you
>You take another few deep breaths for good measure, and notice that your skin has returned to its natural green color
>You then look over at the alicorn next to you, and watch as a glow emitting from the end of her horn slowly fades
>She then smiles softly at you, and looks back at Coco
"Thanks," you say in between breaths
>"No problem," she responds, not turning to look at you
>"No further questions your honor," you hear the prosecutor growl, and you suddenly become aware of Case sitting beside you
>For a few moments, you watch Coco trot estatically over to your side, before you cast a look to Suri, who's face betrays the complete lack of hope she was feeling
>A twinge of fleeting sorrow flies through you, before you turn your attention back to Coco
>The sheer size of the smile currently occupying every inch of her face is more than enough to lift your spirts, and your mouth stretches into a smile riviling her own
>She falls happily into your arms as she rounds the table, which is followed by the dismissal of of the court for the second to last time
>Now all that remained, was the jury's verdict
 
>The next day in court was the first of the trial where the session began in high spirits
>However, Suri showed that she was determined to put a damper on that mood early on, as before the trial started, she stormed over to where you and Coco were, poorly restrained by who you could only assume was her friend
>"You little BITCH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs
>Coco reflexively ducks behind you, as you put out your arms to distance her from Suri
>Luckily, the raging mare's friend manages to restrain Suri mere inches from your face, allowing you to get a large whiff of her coffee-coated breath
>"I took your sorry ass in when NO ONE ELSE WOULD! I gave you a job, doing the thing you loved! I gave you everything I had to offer, and yet here you are! Spitting all that good fortune right back in my face!"
>You remain rigid, content with letting Suri yell her voice sore, but Coco speaks up from behind you
>"D-did nothing I say yesterday mean anything to you? Did my words just fly over your head? I would've rather have been a waitress, or clean public restrooms, or SOMETHING, literally anything than work under you. You practically forced me to copy dress design, after dress design, after dress design. You forced me to work in that sweaty closet, busting out dress free dress, day in and day out, all for peanuts! The only reason I stayed around was because of the threats you spewed at me every hour on the hour!"
>Before Suri can get anything out of her now-open mouth, Coco speaks again
>”No! Don’t even try to defend yourself! And to think, I felt bad that I had left you jobless out on the streets! I had so many sleepless nights where I wondered whether or not you were doing all right! There are so many career paths I could’ve pursued that weren’t lead by you! Heck, if I really needed it, I’m positive Anon would’ve let me stay with him for as long as I needed! The reasons I will ever look fondly upon those years spent under your hoof, is that it brought me closer to Anon, and it gave me an amazing job that I love! I was your springboard for years Suri! And fate seems to like me, considering you became mine!”
>A look of pure shock washed over Suri’s face, only to melt away reveal long-suppressed guilt
>And then the tears started to flow
>”I just... “ she begins, before she starts to sob
>Coco’s once-firm look quickly gives way to a much more concerned look, as she rushes to comfort Suri, who had then sunk to the floor
>”I’m sorry, OK? I never should’ve used you the way I did. I just wanted to be recognized in an industry that I love and respect. And I was willing to go use anyone to get to that point. I’m a terrible pony… and I deserve whatever punishment I get from this. Please, Coco, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me… any forgiveness at all… I don’t know, I’m just sorry, alright!”
>And with that, she quickly turns away from the two of you, and runs off, most likely to weep in peace  
>Coco’s mouth drops open, and she weakly raises a hoof, only to put it back down uselessly a moment later
 >Her friend looks to the hallway she just ran down, then to the two of you, where she smiles apologetically, and rushes off after the mare
>You watch in silence, trying your best to respect the conflicting feelings shooting through Coco's head
"You alright?" you ask after a couple of seconds
>"I... I don't know."
>The silence that you have grown to know all too well as of late makes itself known again, until Coco speaks again out of the blue
>"I think... I think I need to go talk to Twilight," she mutters, before darting off down the hallway
>You make no attempts to follow her, and instead head into the courtroom, eager for this whole thing to be over with
 
>"Has the jury reached a verdict?" the judge asks aloud
>"One member stands up, and clears his throat
>"We have, your honor. The jury has decided that the defendant, Coco Pommel, is innocent of all charges."
>With tear-filled eyes, the beige pony falls into your arms, and allows the great drops of liquid joy to streak down her face
>"And we also find the plaintiff, Suri Polomare, to be guilty of theft of intellectual property, illegal withholding of payment, employee cruelty and endangerment, and submitting false accusations to court of law."
>"Very well," the judge says. "Does the plaintiff have anything to say before I pass my sentence?"
>"No your honor," Suri replies weakly
>"Your honor," Twilight says suddenly. "If it would please the court, I would like to propose a sentence for Ms. Polomare."
>"Proceed, Princess Twilight."
>"I would like for Suri to take employment for Mr. Silver Needle in the form of Coco's assistant, as well as take friendship studies from myself. As the princess of friendship, I can personally guarantee that she will be a changed pony by the end of the year. If it pleases the court, I would also be perfectly fine with allowing someone to annually review her progress. With this punishment, Suri can re-pay the morale debt she owes Ms. Pommel, as well as show Manehatten that she's willing to change."
>Your mouth naturally drops open in shock, and you hope that the judge doesn't approve of Twilight's plan
>"I will allow it," the old stallion says after a couple of moments. "However, the mare will also have to serve any jail time she would've served doing community service."
>"I think that's a fair trade."
>"Then it's settled. I hereby sentence Ms. Polomare to a year of community service starting this Monday, for her to receive employment from Mr. Needle, and to receive friendship lessons from Princes Twilight. Case dismissed!"
>Trace hints of disgust pick at your mind, until the beige pony in your arms speaks again
>"This is fantastic! Poor Suri won't have to spend any time in jail, and I get a new assistant to help me out around work! Isn't this great Anon?"
"Yeah, great."
>Well Coco was happy, so that's all that really matters
>Although you wonder if Twilight had said she was the princess of friendship
>And for that matter, how does one become ruler of a concept?
>You had always assumed a princess had to raise something to be a princess
>Celestia raised the sun, Luna raised the moon, and Cadence raised the dicks of every male in Equestria
>So what exactly did Ms. Purple Flanks raise?
>You soon discovered those would be questions for later, as Coco began eagerly dragging you out the door
>"Common Anon! The girls are meeting me for a celebratory lunch today, and I know they'd just love you meet you!"
>The things you did to keep this mare happy
 
>Lunch was much more casual than expected, considering you were dinning at Hayburger King instead of an actual sit-down restaurant
>You stopped over at Wendy's Way before arriving to get a decent fas-food burger though
>Twilight seemed to have no issue in scarfing down the huge Big Daddy in front of her though, taking no care that bits and pieces of the burger were flying off the sides of her mouth
>If there was one thing you were gonna take from this whole ordeal, is that you can eat like a fucking slob if you're royalty
>"So what'd y'all say yer name was again?" the orange one said over Twilight's very loud sounds of pigging out
"Anon," you respond plainly
>"And uh... pardon me for saying this, but what exactly... are ya?"
"I'm a human. I would assume you don't usually see to many of my kind hanging around Equestria."
>You then take a bite out of your burger, and chew slowly before the pink one starts talking
>"Oooh! So YOU'RE a human? Twilight was telling us sooo much about you! Well I mean, not you specifically, but about your race! About how you played these things called guitars, and ate really strange foods, and didn't have symbols of your special talents embezzled on your flanks!"
>She stops for a few moments, as a look of sudden realization overtakes her face
>"So YOU'RE what humans look like! I KNEW I recognized you from somewhere! I had a couple of dreams with you in them! Your name was Anon too! And you were green and stuff! In the first one, I was a human TOO! And we were best friends and stuff, but I liked you in a way that was MORE than just a friendly like! And we together in my room together, and I took off my clothes, and you took off all of YOUR clothes after I said you could, and then we did private fun things in the bed together! AND THEN WE GOT MARRIED LATER IN LIFE! Overall the dream was kind of awkward and fast-paced, and was probably told better by like, two other people, BUT THEN I HAD ANOTHER DREAM! In it, you, me, and Twilight were together, and she was all mad that she couldn't figure out my Pinkie sense, so she threw a temper-tantrum, and melted your body! So your subconscious mended to mine, and we had to share a mind, for like, I dunnow, maybe the equivalent of fifty three pages of a book or something! Hijinks ensue in that one, like you had the chance to play with my naughty bits, but didn't, you TOTALLY betraying my trust, and us getting into some weird relationship with Rainbow Dash! Isn't that WEIRD?"
>Your jaw then flops wide open, and the burger you had in your hand falls onto your wrapper with a solid "smack"
>At this point, everyone at the table turns their attention towards the pink one, and they all have the most confused look on their faces
>Even her royal fatness had stopped inhaling her food to look up puzzledly her friend
>You slowly look over at Coco, who is currently sitting in a state of pure shock
>"W-what was that first thing about you and Anon..."
>Your eyes go wide, and you quickly swallow the large chunk of meat in your mouth
>"Coco, I swear, I've never seen this mate before in my life!"
>"Don't worry Coco!" the pink pony pipes up. "It was just a dream. I have dreams like those all the time! Like I had one dream about you and Anon meet through some guy named Soarin, and one about you being in some sort of weird bisexual fling with Anon; Rarity; and Suri, and one where Twilight somehow became addicted to Anon's baby batter, and one where Dashie over there was a human; and got a nice foot licking from Scootaloo, and one where ANOTHER human human came to Equestria via Trixie; who was then turned into a pony; and proceeded to have sex with every pony in Ponyville!"
>More akward silence, complete lost on Pinkie Pie, as she turns her attention to her own food
>"Me and Scoots... what?" you hear the blue girl mutter. "I'd never... not in a million years..."
>"You'll have to excuse Pinkie over there," the orange one says cautiously. "She a little... out there..."
"Mhm," you mutter, taking another bite of your food
>"So, you're the man whom I was speaking to on the phone?" you hear Rarity say
>"Yes ma'am," you say, swallowing
>"Well... you look far different than I imagined. Pardon me saying, but pictured you being far less dashing than what you truly are."
"O-oh. Well... thanks I guess..." you respond, failing to keep the flattery out of your voice
>"It's nothing darling," she responds, batting her lashes at you twice, before turning to her salad
>After a couple eyebrow raises from you you, you turn back to your own burger
>As the bun raises to your mouth, you catch catch glimpse of a very displeased looking Coco out of the corner of your eye
>Out of all the times you had fucked up in the past year, this was probably your worst offense
>Your ass suddenly recalls the painful lashes you had received for you lr last fuck up, and you prayed that a wiping alone would be all the punishment you would have to endure
"S-so I don't really know any of your names, except Twilight and Rarity of course. Mind giving me the run-down?"
>"Why certainly stranger!" the orange one responds. "I'm Applejack, and I assume you already know Pinkie Pie over here."
>"Name's Rainbow Dash!" the blue one pipes up. "I'm the awesome one in the group!"
>Her parents should've named her "Ego Trip", 'would've been far more fitting
>"I-I'm... Fluttershy..." Yellowquiet says quietly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure's all mine,"
>You extend your hand in greeting over the table, to which Fluttershy seems to sink a little lower in her seat
>She hesitates for a moment, before extending her own foreleg, only to lightly squeak when you shake it
>"Your hand is... rather rough sir..." she mutters. "Mind if I ask what you do for a living?"
"I'm an engineer. I build things. Mostly related to technology."
>"Rwly?" Twilight says through cheek fulls of food
>She swallows the bite that could feed a small village for the days before continuing
>That sounds fascinating. What all have you invented?"
"Well I mean technically, I haven't invented anything. I've just built what others have thought out."
>She gives you an expecting nod, and you continue
"Some time ago, the company I work for made the VCR that was commercially available..."
>"YOU helped make the VCR?" Pinkie says suddenly
>Her face suddenly breaks into a large smile, and she leans slightly on the table
>”For my last birthday, Mr. and Mrs. Cake got me one of those to go along with the TV set I had bought myself a few months before that, and I LOVE it! Cable is SUPER basic down in Ponyville, considering we’re not the most technologically advanced city in Equestria, but with that little thing, I can watch ALL KINDS of movies and stuff on it! The only real downside is that it takes for EVER to rewind stuff! Tell me, is there any way to speed that up, or do you guys plan on making it rewind faster?”
>You sit stunned for a couple of seconds, before blinking twice, and speaking
“N-no… that was a minor thing that we thought about improving before we shipped it out, but the cost would be too much for commercial use. Besides, we just released the DVD player not too long ago, that allows you to pick up and leave off from where ever you want within the film.”
>”REALLY? Huh, I never knew! I’ll have to look into getting one.”
>”You must understand darling,” Rarity pipes up. “Ponyville is a very primitive town in many regards. We haven’t even gotten those flipping cellular phones yet. I’m still using a rotary phone myself.”
>”We haven’t even got a phone on the barn,” Applejack says suddenly. “Thinking about having an electrician come out soon, and get all the wires and stuff rigged so that I can get a phone set up.”
“I know a guy if you ever decide to go through with it. I can get you a great deal too.”
>”Give me his address, and I’ll drop him a letter.”
“Anyone got a pen?”
>Twilight opens her saddlebag, and levitates a quill, parchment, and ink towards you, which surprises you somewhat  
>”I keep quills and parchment with me at all times,” she says as if reading your mind. “I write quite a few letters on the go.”
“Alrighty then. It’s not super strange for a princess to constantly write letters.”
>As you bend down to dip the quill in the ink, you remember that you wanted to ask her how she became a princess
“So how exactly did you rise to royalty? Did you win some sort of favor with Celestia? Did you win a war, and Celestia rewarded you with your own kingdom? Did you reveal some great power within yourself, and got your wings that way?”
>”I screwed up all of my friend’s lives by casting an ancient spell crafted by Starswirl the Bearded, and messed up their Cutie Marks, making them think that their destinies were something they weren’t! So then I went around fixing everything by showing them memories of their past, and reminding them of what their destinies were! Then I went back, and completed Starswirl’s spell, and therefore showed that I fully understood what friendship was! And poof! I ascended as an Alicorn!”
>Your lip curves inward slightly, and you slowly look up at the purple alicorn, only to see that she has gone back to eating
>You continue to stare at her blankly for a few moments, before bending your head back down, and continuing to write the address down
“That’s… um… quite the story there your highness,” you say somewhat sarcastically. “Can’t imagine what went through your mind throughout that whole process.”
>”To be honest, I’m not exactly sure what happened myself. All I know was that Celestia pulled me into a different plane of reality, and explained to me what all was happened
>Just accept it, you’ve just been told the craziest story you’ve ever heard by a pony who mostly likely had a straight face throughout the entire thing
>"Since we're askin' questions and all, mind telling me where y'all came from Anon? I've never seen a feller like you in Equestria at all."
>You chew the bite of burger in your mouth thoughtfully for a few seconds, before swallowing and speaking
"You know, I'm not totally sure. I mean, I was born and raised here, but I really have no clue where my ancestors come from, or where how my parents got to Manehatten."
>"They never explained it?"
"Well... my dad this old box that hey kept lying around in his room that gave some strange clues. There was an old photograph of a city that looked just like Manehatten, but there were humans everywhere there. There's also some old baseball cards in there, and a picture of mom and dad together. Oh, and the shells of two bullets."
>"Bullets?"
"Yeah. They're the ammunition for these things called guns. Dad let me fire one of his riffle a few times when I was a kid. Said it was custom made here, and cost af fortune. Had to bring in one of his pistols for the manufacturer to get a general idea for how they worked."
>You take a sip of your soda before continuing
"Funny thing about that pistol, fingerprints in it show that my mom was the last one to handle it the last time it was fired, which was quite some time ago. Dad's prints were also on there, and showed that he had used it not too long before Mom did."
>Puzzled looks are exchanged by all the ponies, while you continue to eat, oblivious
>"So, what's it like being the only human in Equestria?” Fluttershy asks. “Or at least, in Manehatten?"
"It's interesting. You see, my special talent isn't embedded on my rear like yours are, so no one really believes that I can do what I do. I had to request a special certificate from my mentor after I got out of high school so employers would know that I could do what I do."
>The yellow girl giggles, and continues
>”You went to high school?”
“But of course. Unlike you ponies, the talents I naturally have need to be refined and built upon if I’m ever to use them in the real world. I can’t just find out what I have a knack for, and go out and make a living off of it.”
>”Schooling after you’ve learned your special talent isn't’ exactly uncommon Fluttershy,” Twilight states. “Remember, I was personally taught by Celestia after I found out my special talent was magic, and my brother went to high school so that he could meet the qualifications necessary to join the royal guard.”
>”Oh, I’m well aware,” Flutters states. “I’m just not used to hearing it.”
>Personal student of Celestia, brother is a member of the royal guard, and she’s a princess
>Holy fuck, did this girl have connections
>”So Anon, what else have you done with your company?”
“Well, right now we’re working on revolutionizing the cellular phone. Trying to give it a touch screen, and have it run various apps.”
>”Oh? How’s that going?”
“So far, really good. We’ve got a basic game running, and the touchscreen itself is working fantastically. Although I have no clue what further progress they’ve made on it, considering I’ve taken the last month off to support Coco through this trial.”
>”A month off?” Rarity exclaims. “Darling, how ever do you have a job and a house at this point?”
“My boss gave me the a-OK before I took the time off. I make a ton of money as an engineer, and I was able to pay last month’s rent with some of my savings. Although, the rent did leave a small dent in it.”
>”Rent? You mean you don’t live in a house darling?”
>A head shake from you makes Rarity’s eyes go wide
>”Why ever not darling? It seems like you’re more than capable of affording one.”
“Dunnow. Just… never get around to house shopping I guess. Schedule’s pretty packed as-is, and house-hunting takes up an incredible amount of time.  
>”Still though, living in an apartment can’t be very fun.”
>You take another bite as Frank’s shit and your neighbor’s constant arguing creeps into your mind
“You could say that.”
>The rest of the meal goes somewhat smoothly, as you stay mostly silent while the gals catch up on each other’s lives
>However, the chatterbox finally ends a few hours later, leaving you and Coco to venture home after she hugs Rarity one final time
>You decide to head back to her place to celebrate, for obvious reasons on your end
>When you arrive, Coco goes to the fridge, and instantly takes out the wine
>An eyebrow naturally raises in surprise, as the yellow-ish liquid flows into her glass
“I didn’t know you were the drinking type,” you say jokingly
>”I’m not,” she responds duly. “But in this case, I think I can make an exception.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
>She chuckles, and carries you out a glass
>As you take a sip of the tart liquid, she takes a deep sigh, before downing the entierty’s of the glass’s contents in one shot
>You nearly spit out your drink, and hastily swallow it, despite your throat's slight protests
>”Oh Celestia, did I need that…” Coco mutters, before refilling her glass, raising it into the air
>You hesitantly raise yours as well, and the two meet in the air with a satisfying “clink”
>This time she takes a much more humble sip, which makes your intake seem like a mighty gulp in comparison
>In the much calmer environment, you notice the black lines encompassing the poor mare’s eyes, and the small stress lines that have formed near the corners of her mouth
>You gently take the wine from her hoof, and as she gives you a questioning look, you slowly pull her into a hug
>She lays limp in your arms for a few moments, before she slowly wraps her forelegs around your midriff
>You feel a smidge of resistance from her after a few seconds, and allow her to pull away, only to press your lips into hers
>This time the reaction is instantaneous, as she makes the initiative to slide her tongue into your mouth
 >You break away this time, leaving Coco totally breathless
>”I think that just undid everything the wine was doing for me up until this point.”
>You plant a kiss on the beige pony’s head after chuckling, and let her out of your arms
>She shakily takes another sip of her glass, and turns back to you
>”Alright hon, finish up your glass, because I wanna head upstairs.”
>All of a sudden, the glass flies to your face, and it’s contents are entirely drained by you
>”Well, aren’t we eager to get our punishment?”
>You nearly choke on the liquid as it slides down your throat, and look at her with fear registering all over your face
“P-punishment?”
>”Oh, I saw the way you were looking at Rarity back there. You didn’t think that was gonna let that slide, did you? And I still have a bit of frustration left over from the whole ordeal this morning. This should be a good way of getting it out.”
“C-can I have another glass?” you ask with a quivering voice
>”No.”
“Coco, you’ve… you’ve been through alot lately. I don’t know if it’s in your best interest to have sex this soon…”
>”Anon, the longer you delay this thing, the worse it’s gonna be for you.”
“Well then, that was some nice wine there Coco, let’s take care of business, shall we?”  
>A smug smile stretches across Coco's face, and she lightly kisses you on the cheek
>"I knew you'd see it my way."
>She walks to the stairwell, deliberately swaying her hips back and forth, and beckons you to follow
>As she heads up the stairs, you fill your glass again half-way, and down it quickly, before rushing towards the stairwell
>Her room looks even more comfortable than usual, despite all the BDSM gear waiting for you on the bed
>Although after all the stress you've gone through, any bed would probably look particularly inviting
>After grabbing the ball gag, Coco places in her own mouth, and plants it in yours via a kiss
>She gently tugs the straps behind your head, and fastens them once they're fully wrapped around
>She then sticks your cockring in her mouth, and slowly slides it onto your dick, making you shutter in the process
>Her head bobs back slowly, and as it fully leaves your member, she licks its tip
>You then lay on the bed without any instruction from her, and wait patiently as she secures the wrist and ankle lock
"Are you ready?" she asks, tugging on her own outfit
"No," you mumble into the gag, as she ties the blindfold on
>Luckily it muffled your voice enough to where it couldn't be understood by Coco
>"Good."
>The whip in her hoof whistles as it's brought backwards in the air, followed followed a pause, and finally a large "crack" as it bounces off your ass
>Even after all this time, the strike still burns like fire, and pained groan slips into the gag
>Coco unmercifully gives you a moments rest, before she interrupts your heavy panting with another crack
>Your entire face registers pain with the second strike, and your teeth shove themselves into the gag
>The bit you bit into gives way slightly, and gives way even more with the third crack
>The question of whether or not you'd eventually bite through the gag enters your mind, but only for a few fleeting moments, as the whip gives you a fourth mark across your rear
>Lash after lash continues to be formed on your hide, until eventually Coco stops, leaving you to assume she believes you've had enough
>She then tugs the blindfold off your face, giving you a full view of her smiling face
>"Alright big boy, time for you to use that soft tongue of yours."
>You hear the solid "click" of the ball gag getting unhooked, and as it slides off your face, Coco slides her rear end towards you
>With a wet tongue, you give her dripping pussy a nice, long lick, followed by a shutter from her, and and a few winks
>You thirstily lap up the liquid, before plunging your face fully into her soft, pink flesh
>A small moan escapes her lips, and the desire to make her gasp rises within you
>With a curious tongue, you poke around the inside of her box, trying to find that one spot that drives her wild
>As your tongue presses firmly against a particularity firm part of her innards, she lets loose a quick gasp, letting you know you've found the right spot
>You smile to yourself, and slowly pull your tongue out of her, before quickly pushing it back in
>Wave after wave of pleasure racks her body with each thrust of your tongue, making more and more fluid leak from her clit
>"Yes Anon, right there! Keep going!" Coco demands in a somewhat soft tone
>You happily oblige, continuing to tongue-fuck her until a small stream of yellow liquid trickles out of her shuddering body
>Suddenly a large wave of marecum drains from her box, drenching your face and upper chest
>You gulp down the load that had seeped into your mouth, and cringe slightly as the wet liquid trickles down your midriff
>The mare in front of you then collapses onto her bed with a soft moan
>You take a moment to note that her torrent of marecum wasn’t as voluminous as previous loads, and ponder over why
>Perhaps she was getting used to your tactics, and it was time to spice things up a bit
>Suddenly an idea enters your mind, and you slide off the bed, you roll yourself over to where the key to your bondage lay, and grab it
>It takes you a few tries, but you manage to insert the key into the hand portion of the lock, and turn it
>Once you free your legs, you calmly walk back over to the bed, and wrap Coco in a large hug from behind
>”H-how’d you get free?” she asks, still somewhat dazed
>Your answer comes in the form of moving your hand down to her vagina, and lightly pinching it’s tip
>She lets loose a low moan, as you slowly trace the outside of her vigina
>Your little tease continues for a few moments, before Coco speaks
>”You never did answer my question.”
>Once again, you don’t respond, but instead hoist her up a little more, and ball your hand into a fist
>Your knuckle rubs against the opening of her box, before you slowly begin to insert your entire hand inside
>She lets loose a loud squeak, and looks at you with lust- filled eyes
>”I guess I can excuse it this one ti-i-i-hihime!”
>Once your fist is entirely inside her you slowly pull it out, before quickly slamming it back in
>”YES! Anon keep doing that!” Coco cries
>You draw your fist out slowly once again, before giving it a mighty thrust, and hit the back wall of her box
>”F-faster!”
>A nod from you begins the next level of fisting from you, thrusting in and out far quicker than you’ve ever done with your hips or tongue
>A small stream of drool from Coco’s open mouth slowly begins to trickle out of her mouth and onto your cheek, but in your time of pure concentration, you really didn’t give a damn
>Soon you begin to grunt and pant alongside Coco, before she cries out again
>”Lay me back down Anon. I want to feel you press your arm deep inside me.”
>You do so, pausing for a moment to gain proper positioning, and then shove your arm deep inside her
>She screams out in pleasure, and fully arches her back, giving you a very nice view of her ass
>Soon enough, she matches the pace of your thrusting with her own rocky bucks, sending you deeper and deeper into her depths as she does
>Eventually you notice a slight bulge forming near the bottom of her stomach with each thrust
>You continue to fist the small mare for several minutes, before she lets out a loud cry, as several large torrents of marecum begin to fire from her trembling body
>A smug feeling of satisfaction washes over you, thinking this is how it should be as Coco colapses once again onto the bed
>Your smug feeling doesn't last too long though, as you suddenly become aware of the large amount of marecum slowly dripping off every inch of your body
>A grimace crosses your face, and you wipe away some of the yellow liquid, which hits the floor with a splat
>The heavy breathing of Coco pulls your attention away though, as you look over at the mare, who is now laying on her back
>Her chest lightly rises and falls for several moments, before she sits up, and looks at you tiredly
>"You... you have to do that again sometime..." she breathes. "Because that felt amazing."
"Will do."
>She then crawls up beside you, and looks down at your crotch, before chuckling slightly
>Puzzlement floods you for a moment, before you look down and notice you're as hard a diamond
>”Looks like my big man got all excited taking care of his little mare.”
>She then sticks her tongue out, and presses it firmly against the begining of your shaft
>Or at least what she could get to with the cock ring in the way
>After looking up at you seductively, she makes one long stroke up your member, and stops for a moment at your head
>She sucks on it for a couple of moments, before bringing her head down upon your cock, engulfing it in one go
>As she slowly pulls back, she rocks her head backwards slightly, and then brings it forward again as she takes in the entirety of your member once again
>You let out a stiff groan as she does it for the third time, and feel your restrained member fully push into the back of her mouth as your erection finally comes to a head
>A few gurgles escape Coco’s throat, followed by a small amount of saliva trickling down onto your heavily-coated cock  
>She continues this pattern for a minute, before she fully pulls off your member, and begins lightly licking your tip again
>Despite the ring’s restrictions, a small measure of your pre seeps out of your head, which Coco eagerly laps up
>You naturally tense up, milking your dick just enough to where a little more pre licks out
>She collect it as she begins to fully lick your member, making a “U” shape as she licks your dick completely
>After another couple of passes, she then swallows the first two inches of your cock
>She then bobs back up slightly before taking in another two inches, then another two, and another two until she gets the entire thing back in her mouth
>She then repeats the entire process from start, swallowing two inches, then four, and so on until she reaches the base again
>You can't help but lightly grab the back of her head, which prompts her to imminently pull off your member
>"Now Anon," she scolds lightly. "None of that. Just because you're not restrained doesn't mean I don't run the show."
"S-sorry," you nervously apologize. "I just kinda feel the need to grab onto something while you're... you know..."
>"Lay down then."
>You do so, and she climbs on top of you
>"Hug my back."
>Just as you get your arms around her, she begins licking your cock again
>You groan, and tighten your grip behind her back
>Her soft fur and firm body only heightens the experience overall
>"How's that feel?"
"Fantastic..." you groan
>You can hear her large smile through her laugh, and she goes right back to licking your little buddy
>When she finally sucks every trace of flavor from your dick, she goes right back to suckling
>Finally, after several more long, satisfying minutes of sucking, you feel your orgasm draw near
Coco, I'm close..." you breathe
>Without warning, she fully collapses upon your member, grabbing the cock ring in the process, and pulls off
>She then spits out the ring, and swallows the first two inches of your dick
>After smiling innocently at you, she bobs her head in a circular motion twice, and you unload he into her mouth
>After your third, and final spurt she  slowly pulls off your dick, and swallows your load
>A few drops of your baby batter remain on your member, which she promptly cleans off
>Your arms lazily fall to the sides of your body, and Coco turns around, and slides up your body
>"I think we can skip the actual sex tonight. What do you think?"
>You lazily nod, and Coco wraps her forelegs around you
>"I know you're probably sick of hearing this, but I love you."
"I will never get sick of hearing those words hon," you respond with a kiss. "I love you too."
>And that's the last thing you remember before you conk out
 
>Candles are set, dinner is ready, and suits been pressed
>Now to wait for the little lady to walk through the door
>You nervously tug on the color of the jacket you haven't worn in nearly a year
>You figured it'd be best to go simple tonight, so you're sticking with your all black, three-piece suit, with the exception of your red tie
>A hand subconsciously slips into your right pocket, and you fiddle what would-be Coco's wedding ring, if proper horse-human wedding laws existed in Equestria
>And really, why should they, considering there was a grand total of one human in Equestria
>Although there's bound to be more inter-species love out there, perhaps they don't have enough of a voice yet
>You shrug off the thoughts just as Coco walks in the door, and nearly drops her bag in shock
"Happy anniversary hon," you say with a smile
>The dumbfounded look on her face slowly gives way to a huge smile, as she runs over, and leaps into your arms
>"Anon, I don't know what to say! This is so thoughtful!"
>Meh, candle-lit dinners aren't the fanciest things in the world, but you were glad she enjoyed the gesture
>Dinner was a decent affair, you were decently surprised that they had veggie steaks in Manhatten
"So how's Suri working out?" you ask midway through dinner
>"Fantastically. She's really willing to change! She's been acting so kind towards me, and she's so helpful! Anything I need, I just ask her to nab for me and she does!"
>You nod, and swallow your current bite of veggie steak
"Sounds good. Nice change of pace for you."
>"You bet it is."
>You continue to eat for a little longer, before you pull out your present from behind your chair
>As you place it on the table and slide it towards Coco, her face lights up
>"Aw! You shouldn't have! Your gift isn't here yet!"
"What do you mean? She's sitting right in front me!"
>She laughs loudly few times, and wend smiles at you
>"Alright Mr. Charmer. Sure. Just know you're gonna love love it when it comes."
>You chuckle to yourself, and eat the last bite of your dinner
>She then eagerly tears open the packaging, and her eye go wide, as she pulls out the new sewing machine you bought her
>"A-Anon... is this...?"
" The new SeamstressAid, yeah."
>"How'd you know I wanted this?"
"Oh, a little birdie at your office said yours was getting old and that you needed a new one. I just nabbed the one that got the best reviews."
>The beige mare puts the machine down, and looks at you through tear-soaked eyes
>The next thing you know, her arms are wrapped around your neck, and her head is buried into your chest
>"Thank you..." she breathes
"Hey, you're welcome," you say, returning the embrace
>The hug only lasts a couple of seconds, before she breaks it, and looks at her plate
>"You know, I'm pretty much finished eating, and I see you've licked  your plate clean."
>She then looks up into your eyes with love shining bright in her own
>"For the past couple of months, I've missed what we had before all this crazy fetish stuff. I missed the calmness, and the times we genuinely made love. I kind of want that back. So… how about we ditch the BDSM stuff, the fantasy stuff, and the extra foreplay, and just go vanilla tonight?"
>Your eyebrows naturally raise slightly in shock, but the feeling passes, giving way to thought
“Sounds wonderful," you respond, not needing even a moment to mull the question over
>You then scoop up the mare in your arms, which gets a small squeak out of her , before your press your lips to her
>There was no tongue exchange from either end, but the kiss felt just as good as if there were
>You break it not long after, and carry your lover up to her bedroom
>It feels oddly welcoming tonight, without the threat if wiping or being gagged looming over your head
>Yeah, tonight was gonna be a good night overall
>You gently lay down upon the bed, with Coco still atop you, before kissing her briefly, and sitting up
>She puts a hoof to your chest, and begins undoing the buttons on your jacket
>Once you've tossed it aside, she loosens your tie, and you undo your vest as well as your dessert shirt
>You then pull off your white t-shirt, leaving your upper half totally exposed
>Coco takes a moment to run her hooves over your firm chest and abdominal region, before she moves down to your pants
>You work on your buckle, and she in unfastens the button
>As you kick off your shoes and socks, Coco tugs your pants and underwear off your legs
>She gives your fully exposed body a once-over with her tongue, before wrapping her hooves around your neck, and forcing you back onto the bed
>As she brings her mouth to yours, you move your hand down to your crotch, and you align it with her box
>After a moment’s pause, you give a mighty thrust forward, and enter her
>She groans into your mouth, and you slowly pull your hips back
“You ready?”
>Her eyes shine with affection as she nods silently
>Your member twitches with anticipation, as you slowly ease your way back inside her
>However, it soon becomes apparent to you that, despite the months of fantastic fucking, this was easily the best you’ve ever had
>As you continue to thrust into her, it dawns on you that even with Coco’s continued improvement with various sexual techniques, this simple act of sliding your member in a and out of her elt the most satisfying
>And it was all because you were actually making love to Coco
>What she had thought was lovemaking before wa merely passionate fucking
>It was boarderline lovemaking, but it wasn’t quite to par with what you were doing now
>Soon enough,your pleasure peaks, and you begin firing off rope after rope of your seed into her womb
>Her eyes ronll back slightly, and she shudders as your climax draws to a close
>As you fell ito her, she wraps her arms around your body, and you roll onto your back
“S-sorry I didn’t last very long there. T-that just felt way too good.”
>”N, no. It’s fine,” she responds with a few shaky breaths. “I really enjoyed it too.”
>The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, before Coco suddenly begins to stir underneath you
>You push yourself off of her, and she wriggles out of the bed with the little space she has
>”I have a little surprise for you though. I thought about bringing it out earlier pon, but  decided against it.”
>It takes her a minute of rummaging after she reaches the closet, but eventually she pulls out two items
>One is a gag, perfectly sied for a small pony
>And the other is an abnormally long whip
>”I-I thought we could start start doing a co-ed relationship… you know, I could be the dom one day, and the sub the next… I know you’re not totally comfortable with being spanked all the time, so I was thinking-”
>You laugh to yourself, and stand up to comfort her with a kiss
“Honey, I don’t mind being your whipping boy if you want me to. But if you want me to, I will gladly take over the bed every now and again.”
>Her face lights up in response, and she quickly wraps you in a tight hug
>You return it for a moment before you break it and reach into your pocket
>As you pall the small box out, Coco’s eyes go wide, and she takes a nervous gulp
>She gasps as you open it, and you watch a few tears roll down her face before making your proposal
“I know we can’t get married right now, considering there’s no real laws out there for interspecies marriage. But… I want to spend my life with you Coco Pommel. So will you take this promise ring, and live your life with me?”
>Her mouth begins to wobble, before she pulls you into a hug yet again
>”Yes! YES, I will!” she cries in joy
>You laugh After a quick, relieved laugh, you return the embrace, and feel a small tear running down your own face
>With a content sigh, you realize that you have a long and happy life with Coco to look forward too