>You are anon, of course.
>Today you were in the square, casually watching ponies and their affairs.
>The unicorn Twilight told you something about how it'd be strange adapting to Equestrian lifestyle if you just spent all your time at your house reading.
>So you sat.
>Your pal Lyra sat next to you, trying to perfectly imitate your form.
"Don't slouch, Lyra."
>"Sorry, sir..." She adjusted properly.
>You rewarded her by scratching her ears, continuing to observe.
>You knew she loved this.
>You knew Lyra would have probably been an easy lay.
>But if you were after easy, Lyra would be on the business end of you right now.
>Instead, she's blissfully unaware of your motives.
>Eyes closed, right leg kicking a little, starting to drool.
>Adorable and a bit odd at the same time.
>Lyra summed up.
>...
 
>There she is. Right on time.
>An endless flash of white and blue. Unicorn. Cutie mark of an hourglass.
>You finally learned her name the other day: Colgate.
>It seemed fitting to you, considering her tail perfectly resembled a strip of the toothpaste you knew of.
>The uncanny situation developed further when you learned she was a pony dentist.
>But her name, look, and occupation were in the back of your mind locked away.
>Today you simply wanted her.
>You weren't sure how she was capable of drawing you in so well, but as soon as she rounded the corner you were on your feet and leaving a very distracted Lyra twitching on the bench.
>Human feet were a lot better disguised on the pony paths and so being able to trail her was as simple as walking behind her.
 
>She was walking between houses now, a small alley that was a simple shortcut to get to her office.
>Looks like she'd have to cancel her appointments.
>Halfway through you finally sneaked up behind her and pulled her tail up savagely while wrapping your arm around her neck to cut off her yelp.
>You choose not to say anything. There isn't anything you could say for your actions.
 
Except maybe, 'Enjoy!'
>You rake your hands over her flank and she makes a desperate whimper.
>She doesn't have any words, either.
>You're ready to do more to silence her in case she does.
>Just the excitement from trailing this pony down had gotten you all the thrills you needed.
>You're now stiff and aching to break out of your pants prison as you hold this pony against her will.
>You bend her head back further and lick her horn, forcing another throated cry from her.
>You bare your teeth in a vicious grin and force her front to the ground, leaving her ass up in the air in front of you.
>As you keep your weight on her, you slip your pants down enough to expose yourself.
>No time to waste.
>Her tiny pony body was shivering as you dragged your fingers over her slit, which was throbbing from the excitement.
>You wanted to slap her around. Beat her. Call her a whore.
>You wanted to collar her. Make her submit. Sell her to unknown stallions and watch her snatch leak their semen.
>All these things from a mare who didn't even know your name.
>In your fury and joy leaving you lost in these fantasies, you didn't realize your fingers were frantically pumping in and out of the pony and she was making pained groans.
>Your pants were starting to grow soaked from the multiple orgasms that she couldn't help but have.
>The ground was starting to grow soaked from the tears that she shed in disbelief that she was being violated so.
>Punishment would have to wait another time.
>Holding her down by the shoulders, you thrust your painfully stiff cock under her marehood.
>It slid between her neglected crotchtits and she moaned, eager for you to end your accost.
>The sensation was too much for you to bear, and her thin silky fur had you climaxing all over her stomach in seconds.
>Your rage abated, you pulled up your pants and left her to collapse in the alleyway.
 
>...
>You woke up the next day quite pleased. Another pleasant outing was sure to be ahead.
>You had something to eat and prepared to leave the house.
>You walked, greeting some familiar ponies.
>Eventually you ended up back in the square.
>Lyra was already at the bench, levitating a drink in front of her and dangling her feet like a youth as she sipped.
>"Anon! What happened to you yesterday?" She looked a bit concerned.
"You were spacing out so I went for a walk. I guess I took longer than I should have and I ended up going home!"
>She sipped on her drink again thoughtfully, seemingly satsfied with your answer.
>And so you took up you post next to her, watching the ponies.
>You chatted with some, shared fruit, laughed at silly tricks they did.
>It was getting close to that time.
>And then there she was.
>Like disco superfly.
 
>Considering how in control you were yesterday, you wanted to play it cool but you froze up a bit when she walked by.
>She hesitated when she recognized you.
>Locked in a stare, both frozen in time.
>She moves first while you gain your cool and clear your throat.
>Lyra nudges you at last, "Anon?"
>You look to her and then back to Colgate.
>She approaches the corner you followed her around and turns back to give you one last look.
>She grins.
>Wickedly.
>And lifts her tail while giving you half-lidded eyes.
>I'll take "What" for $200, Alex.
>You clap your hands together and rub them.
"Welp! I think it's time for another walk, Lyra."
>You pat her before she can say anything and follow your toothpaste mare.
 
>Colgate is now in front of you, sizing you up.
>"Why did you stop?"
>So she is filthier than you thought.
"You say that as if you have some kind of control."
>She bites her lip, "What do I have to do to get more?"
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"Come here. Facing me."
>She steps before you.
>You lower your pants again.
>The heat from her nostrils wafts over your flaccid cock and you shudder.
>That warmth. That incredibly tight hole.
>Her mouth is wide open and she reaches out to give your shaft a pony tongue washing.
>She laps at you until you're full length and her mouth is wrapped around you now.
>Long, eager strokes of her pony lips and just as enthused sucking.
>As good as this feels, you can't help but focus on the end of her muzzle.
>As your cock leaves her mouth with a slick, wet pop she looks up at you dreamily.
>Blue marshmallow hoof sliding up your leg and over your thigh and, "Is this a good start?"
>You reach down and pull on her nostril.
>"Eh? What's this?"
"Shut up."
>You stretch it as wide as you can and press the tip to her fully flared hole.
>Pressure behind it as she tries to breathe in and out of her nose.
>She's not likely to enjoy this.
 
>You grab her by the mane and tug roughly, driving your slick cock into her nostril and maxing out at the tip. It can't possibly go any further.
>You curse to yourself but try to make the most of it.
>Holding her in place you move your hips and the mucousy hole starts to yield to your cock.
>Though she let out initial protesting, she now just makes a constant drone of dizziness as you plug and empty the nasal cavity.
>It's doing wonders on your dick.
>Her tongue snakes out as you literally fuck her face and it slides under your balls to your taint.
>It drags under you and flicks around, bringing a marvelous new experience to you.
>She keeps this up until one final licking of your balls brings you to your limit and you start spraying jets of cum into her skull.
>She holds her breath and shuts her eyes quickly, waiting for you to finish.
>She almost turns a deeper shade of blue by the time you finish and your load has shifted from her nostril to her mouth.
>But you haven't completely debauched this pony.
>Nor have you been fully satisfied.
>You're feeling good enough for a poke.
>Hornswoggling, if you will.
"Spit it out now."
>You hold your hand in front of her and she lets your cum coat your palm.
>You slap it onto her horn and start to stroke her, lubing the unicorn's magic source and getting your cum in her mane in the process.
>She's too lost in the hornjob to care about having a potential new hairstyle to show off to her friends, though.
>You don't want her to finish just yet, so you wait until she's about to discharge and...
>"NO. I WAS ALMOST DONE."
>Your back is to her now, and you're presenting.
>Her look of disgust is fucking priceless.
"You want to finish? Finish."
>After weighing her options, she shakily leaned up and you began to feel her horn go up the chimney.
>Like clockwork, she started to moan.
>And with moaning came glorious vibrating unicorn horns.
>You dropped your ass further and she shoved in deeper, pressing against your prostate and massaging it on every stroke.
>Your cock has never been this hard and is throbbing in time of her penetrating horn.
"Holy FUCK."
>You wish the walls had something to grab onto.
>It feels like she stroking your cock inside and out with the tightest marehood imaginable.
>You start to go dizzy.
>You keep spasming as you get close.
>She's ramming your backside at full force and speed now.
>You finally explode all over the wall in front of you, forcing your anus to clench on her horn and sending her into full blown horngasm.
>It feels like your insides are being filled with pure unadulterated friendship.
>You take a moment to recover and stand straight, letting her horn slip from your ass.
>You look back at her and she's wobbling a bit from side to side, basking in afterglow.
>You zip up and smirk, kneeling down to her level.
"Not bad, kid. Maybe I'll think about letting you call the shots next time."
>You notice you still have a bit of chowder in your hands and wipe it on a clean spot of her mane, messing it around.
>You're sure she's wanted to feel like a rockstar.