>That stupid, sexy Anon agrees, turning to the side to allow you access
>Well trained already, huh?
>You make it a point to brush up against him slightly, blaming your pack and the width of the door
>Other pones say some things to Anon, he says some things back - you're not paying attention
>No, apparently nopony bothered to tell you that HIS WHOLE HOUSE SMELLS LIKE HIM
>Buck. It's light, but present everywhere.
"Where should we sit?"
>He turns back to you, closing the door.
>Ithinkwe'realonenow.mp3
>"Uh, couch works for you if it works for me."
>Oh colt. You don't even know.
>You walk over to the couch and drop your pack, hopping onto the cushions with a *pomf*
>oh buck, he must've lived on this couch
>You lower your head onto a cushion and it's like you're bathing in his scent
>You inhale deeply
>Anon coughs
"Ah!"
>You sit back up straight, looking at him with your wings slightly raised - blushing
"S-sorry, just had a long day."
>He smiles. "I understand. Should I make you some tea?"
"That would be nice, but do you have any coffee?"
>You're not into that prissy-stallion stuff like tea. Coffee or Cider for you, or some of that Gryphonian boarbon.
>"Sure thing. Let me get it set up."
>He walks back to the kitchen and you hear the gentle *clinks* and *thuds* of a coffee kettle being prepared
>"So, how do we want to do this?"
>Heh. You have no idea, colt.
"Well, I figure we start high-level and go from there. Tell me about your people, your nation."
>Find common ground, start to butter him up, he befriends you and then BAM, suddenly he's balls deep in you and you've got arguably the best buckle on your belt
>fuck just being another notch. He's gonna be the centerpiece.
>Speaking of centerpieces, you start to rummage through your pack
>Always come to a stallion's house with a gift. Warms 'em over.
>You hoof out two things - First, a box of roses. Stallions love roses
>The other is a bottle of boarbon. That's more of a ... gift to the room, if you can be honest
>First gift is to get him to let his mane out, second is to get him to let his cock out
>You position yourself back on the couch, tucking the bottle of boarbon under a wing. Can't let him get wise to you just yet.
>He comes back in, holding a cup of hot coffee in each one of his paws
>Unf. Fresh from the kitchen with a gift for momma. I like.
>"So I didn't know what you took with your coffee, so I just kept it black, like mine. Is that ok?"
>He...he takes his coffee black? Oh now you GOTTA get this colt.
"Sure, sure, it's fine. I got you something just to help us start talking."
>"Ok?" He looks at the red-bow'd box, a look of puzzlement crossing his face.
>He sets down the coffee and sits down right next to you
"Go ahead! I promise, it won't bite."
>"....no crazy purple knockout gas, right?"
"Uh. Why would y-"
>"Nevermind. Things have been interesting as of late." He muses to himself as he uses his wigglers to test the box. "...no cuts, no canisters.."
". . . you know, what are those?"
>"hm?"
"Those, those wigglers."
>"Wi- no, these are Hands." He places the box on his lap and points to his hand(?) "And these are fingers." And then he uses a wiggl-a FINGER to point to his other fingers.
"Aah, so you're dextrous with those - tool user?"
>"Mhm." He nods as he opens your box. "Yeah, we apparently started using rocks and sticks millenia ago, and it all kinda spiraled out from there."
>Box is opened
>Petals pour out onto his lap
>He looks at you in confusion
>You beam at him
"Now don't you mind me, colt! You just go ahead and dig right in - those are fresh, yanno. Straight from Haylland!"
>He... smiles? But it's forced. Oh no. Is he allergic? Does he hate roses - WHAT STALLION HATES ROSES
>"Uh... you mean eat these?"
"Well... yes? That's the plan - a nice snack to start our talk...do you hate the taste? I can always get you more - you can try a box a day of any flower you wan-"
>He raises a hand up. "No no, no thanks. I appreciate it, but humans don't really eat flowers. I mean, there are some we can eat, but I don't know if roses are one of them... or if they're any good."
>He picks up a petal and studies it.
"But... I thought with your teeth that you were an omnivore?"
>"Mm, yes, but we can be selective, yanno. I don't eat bark or bones, but I *can*. Eating flowers never really caught on where I'm from."
>Damn. You can tell he's trying for you - he just ate a petal and forced another smile.
"Look... don't... don't force it. Sorry for that - can I make it up to you? How about I pay for dinner tonight?"
>"You don't have to go that far"
"But I want to."
>ENGAGE POUTYFACE
>Anon looks at you, and then immediately looks away
>Is he - he is, he's clutching his chest
>He has no immunity. This is already a done deal.
>After a moment he nods, looking back at you. "A-alright, alright, just... don't do that again without warning, ok?"
>heh.
"Alright. I can't promise you anything, but I'll try. So, in the meantime..."
>You two begin discussing his history
>tool-using hairless mammals
>apparently killed off all their competing 'cousins' like the meander-tall
>gonna have to figure out spelling on that one
>blah blah blah
>damn he's cute when he gets animated.
>As he talks you inch your way closer to him until you're sitting next to him, body pressed against yours
>he doesn't pull away
>justaskekaiku.jpg
>eventually you two get hungry
>he proposes cashing in that dinner check you wrote earlier
>ok, dinner then domination
>s'coo
>you tuck the bottle of boarbon inbetween a cushion for later
>he proposes going to The Hay Burger
>aww, he must not remember who you are
>as you two make your way into town, you dare him to remember the fanciest place he's seen
>he racks his brain, but you already know. 'Che Fancypants', apparently named after the stallion, was the closest thing this town had to 4-star dining
>time to lead
"Well... I know of a nifty little place around here - may I take you?"
>He nods. "Sure, I'm up for whatever."
>Aww, I bet he's trying not to blush. Stallions love mares who take charge.
>And it's sunset - this is gonna be perfect. You'll have him eating out of your hoof by twilight.
>You lead him over to 'Che Fancypants' - he seems surprised
>"Uh.... yanno, this might be a little too much - too rich for my blood. Can we go somewhere else?"
"Nonsense, colt. You can have whatever you want, trust me. I'm good for it."
>He looks at you oddly. Probably amazed. Who wouldn't be?
>Go in
>Get secluded booth after a nice bribe to the maître d'hôtel
>whoever that spike pony is is gonna have shit luck tonight
>not your problem
>Waiter comes over, you order a bottle of the most expensive red
>Anon knows something's up, you can tell.
>"Ok... what's going on here."
>See? You could tell due to YEARS OF STALLIONWHORING/ADVENTURING.
"Nothing! I'm just trying to get to know you a bit better, put you at ease, and possibly have some damn good food. Is that a crime, colt?"
>He's silent for a moment, trying to read you
"I'll pout again, I swear."
>He laughs. It's such a beautiful sound. "Haha, alright, alright. Just, damn, I've always been curious about this place, but could never afford it."
"That won't be a problem from now on." you smirk.