Title:           [AiE] Poon-Licker Anon: Chapter 2
Author:          IcomeanonM8
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First Edit:      Sunday 27th of April 2014 07:21:34 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 27th of April 2014 07:21:34 AM CDT

>You are Anonymous
>Getting to taste delicious tropical starburst after a year of p0ne candy was pretty awesome.
>While Bonbon made OK candy, you still cant help but miss the local stuff made back on earth. The stuff they make here is just too.... wholesome.
>Speaking of home Cheerilee is probably going kill you when she sees your shirt. Fortunately its still a while before you have to deal with that.
>You quickly reach town, the taste of tropical starburst still fresh in your mouth. You look around and consider your activities for the rest of the day.
>Hopefully, I'll involve more sweets...
 
>The more you think about Cheerilee getting mad at you the more worried you feel about your shirt.
>You try to wipe it down by the fountain but no luck, water just isn't enough to wash this stain off.
>You decide to Head to The Carousel boutique in hopes of getting your shirt cleaned up. Rarity was the avatar of generosity after all. So if there was someone who could help It was probably Rarity.
>You knock at the door, You knew that it was a place of business and p0nies could freely walk in but you still hated the idea of having to walk into other people's homes without permission.
>Rarity calls you in, Looks like shes preoccupied with something...
"Hi Rarara, I was wondering if you could help me out with this stain on my shirt"
>"Oh Darling, You do know how I detest pet names." Judging from the sound she is probably in her inspiration room, you walk over as she continues her posh monologue. "You really should learn how to properly address a..." She stops, takes one look at you and drops whatever she was doing.
>She walks over to you, clearly distressed at the idea of a fashionable piece of clothing going to waste.
>You must admit, This little shirt/tie/vest combo really did look sweet on you. You still remember on how she marveled at the sight of your clothing when you first met.
>"Did that dreaded Pinky Pie spill maple syrup on you again? That mare should really be more careful when she.."
>She stops again, Takes one dignified sniff at the air. then stares at you.
>"D-darling..."  
>Oh shit, she might be on to you. You thought the water would at least wash off the smell but you might be wrong.
>Can p0nies even smell the difference? Almost Everything smelled sweet here so you thought nop0ny would notice.
 
>You Are Rarity. You smell something in the air but you're not quite sure if you can tell what it is exactly.
>It's clearly coming from Anon, What did he get himself into this time?
"Darling, Just what is that smell?" You close your eyes and focus on your nose to follow the scent. It doesn't smell bad actually, Far from it. It actually smelled quite sweet in a citrusy sort of way. Before you know it your nose is point blank to his shirt, It seems like most of the odor is coming from his collar and tie area.
>This wasn't simple fruit juice you conclude, there was something off about it to be sure. Your nose picks up more of the odor slightly higher up.
>There, you say to yourself. Most of the smell is coming from here.
>When you open your eyes your realize that your snout is in contact with Anon's Face, His mouth, to be precise. You both freeze as your realize how awkward this situation is.
 
>Anon breathes out just as you inhale. D-did you just directly inhale his breath? Oh no! now hes doing the same to yours! You feel yourself start to blush as anon stares blankly at you, You were expecting his face to warp into embarrassment or anger but instead it still maintained its look of puzzlement.
>You breathe out, he breathes in, he breathes out and you breathe in. you savour his sweet breath, you could do this fore-YOU'RE STILL DOING IT! you scream to yourself. You manage to move your head slightly back, still not breaking eye contact with Anon.
>You're lucky that Anon isn't accustomed to p0ny culture. You Just spent the last 10 seconds or so exchanging each others breath, A gesture of affection shared only by the most intimate of partners.
>Apparently, kissing was the only way humans could casually express intimacy. But what you just did was worse, You could have his tongue in your throat and It would be less a less intimate gest-STOP THINKING ABOUT HIS TONGUE. SPECIALLY NOT IN YOUR THROAT. NO, NOT THAT MOIST, WARM FLEXIBLE PINK TONGUE OF HIS EXPLORING EVERY INCH OF YOUR MOUTH, BRUSHING AGAINST THE ROOF OF YOUR MOUTH WHERE YOU WERE MOST TICKLISH, AND CERTAINLY NOT WRESTLING WITH YOUR OWN TONGUE IN A PASSIONATE EXCHANGE OF-
>"uhm Rarirty..." his voice snaps you out of your own private universe of depravity. You quickly realize that your lips were puckered and mere centimeters from his own.
 
"O-oh...w-where are my manners" you manage to stutter out as you look away from Anon.
>Your head is swimming, you are doing your best to stay as conscious. You still cannot identify what that smell coming from him was but its also affecting your mind somehow.
"W-we must get that stain o-off you before it sets.." You dont know why but you're breaths are starting to feel heavy and labored.
>You are certainly very much turned on you realize, But you must maintain composure in front of Anon, ESPECIALLY Anon.
"P-please disrobe, I will be needing your vest, s-shirt and tie" You pray that Anon didn't hear you gulp as you witnessed him slowly take off his upper garments.
ONE...
PIECE...
AT...
A...
TIME...
>You stare at his bare chest, the chest that you've been nuzzling a few moments earlier.
>You manage to regain control and pick your mouth off from the floor and keep yourself from drooling as you hear anon call out to you.
>"A little help please" you hear him say. The silly human attempted to take his undershirt off a bit too fast and now the sleeves are tangled on his head, arms stuck upwards as he tried to remove his final piece of clothing.
>You would have used your magic to assist him had you been in a more reasonable state of mind. But before you realized it you were pulling off his shirt with your mouth, How barbaric you say to yourself. The hypocrisy not completely lost to you as you allow your mouth to "accidentally" brush against his bare flesh.
 
>Again you "forget" to use your magic and carry his clothes away with your mouth. You gesture for him to remain seated in your inspiration room while you take his clothes to the laundry room for washing.
>"Cant you just magic the stain off" the silly human says
"Of course not Dear, Magic might damage the fabric, No, I insist that we use soap and water just to make sure that no harm comes to this wonderful piece of clothing. Now, sit still while I tend to your clothing."
>You glance around the corner to make sure that you were not being followed and proceed to close the door.
>You turn on the water and as soon as you're sure that the sound the washing machine will make will mask any sound you begin to indulge yourself in savouring the smell of the soiled clothing.
>You Inhale deeply at his shirt, It took very little effort to recall the image of his bare chest, the way the muscles rippled underneath as he struggled to remove his undershirt, the slightly salty taste of his skin as your mouth brushed against it.
 
>You have no Idea how a simple piece of cloth can provide so much enjoyment but your mind is awash in pleasure as you indulge in inhaling this scent from his clothing, HIS scent you correct yourself. Wile the stained patch grabbed your initial interest, you cannot help but focus on other parts of his shirt.
>You find yourself Inhaling the area where his forehooves fold (he is truly a magnificent and EXOTIC creature) the area that rests on his withers, the collars that are in constant contact around his neck.
>You find yourself no longer satisfied with merely inhaling his musky scent and begin to suck on the clothing, Yes, the taste of his sweat is ambrosial, simply divine. You could do this forever, It was simply just that addictive of an activity.
>You are very rudely interrupted by the buzzing sound the washing machine makes. This sadly signals and end to the joyous activity that you were losing yourself in.
Sadly, even anon must know that that sound symbolizes the end of this cleaning ritual. You try to delay this as much as possible but you soon hear him call out to you again  "Rarity, I'm starting to get a little cold here" the silly, sensual, statuesque stallion calls out.
>Your horn glows as you (regretfully) magic the dirt, sweat and stain away. In mere moments the clothing is clean and ready to be worn again. The silly human is starting to feel chilly and that simply just will not do.
 
>You thought that the time spent in the laundry room would clear your system. But the moment you re-enter your room and once again witness Anon's naked chest....
>Well, Lets just say that YOU THOUGHT WRONG. You once again feel your head start to spin as you feast your eyes on that marvelous spectacle that is Anonymous
>He rewards you with a warm smile as you give him his clean clothes. Oh Anon, if only you could see yourself smile, Sweet Celestia, Sweet Luna, That smile could melt steel.
>Anon starts putting his clothes on and you dont miss a beat and "assist" him as he rebuttons his shirt (How silly of you to once again forget that you could have used magic instead of your mouth)  
>"Um, Rarity, you dont have to help me with this you know"
"Dont be silly, you'll mess up the fabric if I let you carelessly put it on"  <Nice save!> You make sure to reward yourself by inhaling deeply as you "help" with one of the buttons.
>You feel yourself grow even weaker. You stumble towards Anon as you endeavor to "help" him with his tie. (Those novels weren't kidding when they spoke of  things such as "getting weak in the hooves")
 
 
>Anon deftly catches you in his arms, His look of genuine concern robs you of what little strength you had left.
>"Are you all right?" Anon says, as he gently cradles your head in his arms.
"I-I dont know whats come over me" You say honestly. "I just feel so weak right now"
>"I think you may be coming up with a fever" then, before you can talk, Anon touches his forehead against yours, How he managed to do this without hitting your horn you cannot say.
"goodness gracious" you say to yourself, You make sure to store this moment in your mind for later "use"
>"I-Im sorry" He says with regret. "If I hadn't intruded then maybe you wouldn't have gotten sick"
>Before you can reassure him that this was not his fault (IT IS!!) He begins to carry you In his firm, powerful arms. If you hadn't melted before then you are pretty sure that you are mere putty in his arms. "I think you should lie down for a moment, Let me take you to your bedroom"
>You silently sing praises to all the deities, even discord, especially discord.  
 
>Anon effortlessly carries you up the stairs, You spoil yourself by once again by sharing his breath with yours.What he doesn't know cant possibly hurt him right?
>You are sure that even if he did know the meaning of the gesture, He would gladly accept this, you are confident that this gentlecolt is overflowing with generosity, even when compared to you.
>He sets you down on your luxurious bed and if the moment couldn't be any more perfect, he graces you with a kiss on the snout, followed by an exquisite ear scratching (WHY CANT P0NIES HAVE HANDS?)
>He looks you in the eyes and smiles gently, he strokes your mane ever so gently and tells you to sleep.
>Once he feels that you are comfortable enough, he gets up and proceeds to leave.
>You manage keep him from doing so by gripping his fingers with your mouth (You are sure he wont mind if your tongue "accidentally" makes contact with his palm)
>You look him straight in the eye, unable to stop some of the tears that flow out of your own.
"Anon please" you whimper
"Please dont leave me, I'm afraid"
 
>Anon sits back down and once again begins to stroke your mane.
>You are crying now, while you admit that you were willing to say anything just as long as Anon stays with you, you really were genuinely in fear.
>Anon Begins to whisper gentle reassurances as he he holds you, He is spooning with you now. How you managed to convince him to keep you warm this way amazes you (It helps that you "forgot" to mention that your room had a heating unit)
"Anon, I just dont know why this is happening" You lie, You KNEW what you were going through, Weakness in the hooves, uncontrollable blushing, labored breathing, Increased temperature, and most of all your insatiable desire. You were clearly showing signs of estrus. You have no Idea what brought this about though, your cycle wasn't due for months to come.
>"So you say you're feeling extremely hot but at the same time cold?" He says.
"Its strange and it sounds silly but that seems to be the case" you try to beat around the bush, truly this was more that you deserve from dear Anonymous "I feel incredible warmth when you hold me, but Deathly could when you are out of reach" you say honestly.
>"Sounds like a flu to me" Anon says
>"R-rarity" he says
"A-Anon" you say, coincidentally talking at the same time as him.
"Y-you go first" you say as you stifle a shiver.
>"W-well, there's this way that you could release heat" he says.
Oh please release me from THIS heat!! you barely keep yourself from saying.
>"It might feel a bit strange, uncomfortable even" he says "I-If you want we can try this thing that I know of..."
You suppress another lust driven outburst in time and miraculously compose yourself enough to say "W-well, I'm not sure about this, B-but if you think it may help then.... Well, I-If its you thats going to be doing it.....I mean, Anything to get rid of..this feeling..."
"Shall we give it a try?" you manage to say again, you take a moment to marvel at your self control.
 
>"Please relax, This might feel uncomfortable at first but try to endure it" Anon says
>Anon proceeds to set you into a lying position belly facing down.
>He then maneuvers himself underneath the sheets. Its finally going to happen! you lucky mare you
>You close your eyes and before you know it you are moaning, he hasn't even begun to touch, you yet but you can do nothing but let it happen.
>Then
>You feel his hand move your tail aside while his other is stroking your flank. YESYESYES!!! you scream inwardly
>Then, you feel something warm and moist touch you.
>You expect to feel it on your marehood but you soon realize that its not your marehood that hes... "servicing" it is in fact your...
"SWEET CELESTIA" you exclaim, suddenly cut off from your inner monologue.
"A-anon... t-thats the wrong h-ho, N-no... y-you musnt...it is unclean t-there...BY THE PRINCESSES MANES...s-stop..w-wait...n-no" You panic at the unexpected stimulation of your Anus, You try to squirm away but his other his hands are holding you by the flanks, this is so wrong b-but it feels.../good/. There is no way, something must be wrong with you but Diarchy forbid, this feels amazing.
"OHHH ANON!" You scream, no longer trying to squirm away. "NO ONE HAS EVER DONE THIS FOR ME BEFORE!" You clench your hooves and drive your head against the pillow.
 
>You must have reached climax twice during this short period of time, your mind is a complete blank by this point. you cant even tell how loudly you were screaming. But its just the thing. You simply do not care, you do not care if its still midday, you do not care if the citizens of p0nyville can hear you, Sweety Belle could have walked through the door at this instant and you would not have relented.
>Just when you thought that you were at the height of ecstasy you suddenly feel Anons tongue press against your ring.
"A-Anon...Darling...A-are you sure?" was all you could manage to blurt out before you feel the irresistible need to bite down on the pillow.
>It was a good thing that you bit down the moment you did, you were not sure your molars could have handled the intensity as your gritted your jaw.
>Just when you thought that it could not get any better, you feel Anons warm tongue push past your ring and enter your anus.
You wanted to tell Anon how much you loved him, how much you adored him, how much his smile, his concern, his gentle caresses meant to you, but when you opened your mouth to sing these praises to him the only thing that escaped your mouth was"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~" the sensation of his tongue stretching, exploring and tracing the every ridge of your anal walls. You did not think it was possible but you felt something flood your anal passageway, Its true that your marehood had a small puddle formed around it by now but you never knew, that your Anus could...release something as you Achieved another anus-orgasm.
 
>The climaxes came, one after the other, you never knew it was possible to achieve a feeling so divine from such an orifice. But it happened and who were you to question it?
>You were afraid again, not about going insane, you welcomed the insanity that Anon's caresses could give you. No, you were afraid that you may have soiled yourself during your release.
>You look behind you deathly afraid but you are reassured by Anon's serene face that nothing foul has left your system.
>Your eyes were flooded with tears of joy and pleasure at this point, The pillow you were biting on was soggy from the combination of the latter and your drool.
>Your eyes began to widen and your mouth involuntarily gasped as Anons prodding ceased and the beginnings of a new sensation started to hit you. Instead of a prodding and penetrating feeling you suddenly realize that he has switched to sucking, yes, sucking on your ring.
"AAAAAAANON IM SCAAAREDD" you manage to scream out
>Your eyes shut and you redoubled your efforts to cling to the mattress with your entire body, hooves mouth, even your marehood. You felt it again, something was flooding from your Anus and the intensity of this climax was magnified by the growing intensity of Anon's mouth sucking on your rear end.
>Anon made you reach several more climaxes before he eventually stopped.
 
>Your body finally allowed itself to grow limp as Anon resurfaced from the blankets. You were still afraid that his face would be soiled but upon further inspection the only liquid that dripped from his mouth was milky and clear.
"T-that was amazing, darling" you weakly whimper out. As anon rested beside you.
>Anon said nothing and licked his lips, He then looked you in the eyes and gave you that wonderful smile.
>He proceeded to embrace you and slowly peppered your head with gentle kisses.
>You allowed yourself to be pampered a little while longer before you looked into his eyes again.
>"Feeling better?" he inquired.
"Y-yes darling, That wonderful experience made me feel so much better." And it was true, the signs of estrus were starting to leave your body.
 
>"Any Idea what brought that on about?" he asked, tightening his hold in an attempt to bring more comfort to your still-shuddering body. "That didn't seem like a normal fever"
"I'm not sure quite sure what it was, darling..." you feel the desire to be absolutely honest with Anon. "At first It felt like I was experiencing Estrus but I'm quite certain that my cycle wasn't due yet for a few more months to come"
>"Thats strange" he sighed "Are you sure you don't know the possible cause of this?"
"W-well, the only logical explanation I can think of is that you're carrying around Estrus pheromones and I was temporarily driven to estrus when I came into contact with you."
>"Thats odd" he said, "This is the first time this happened to me and /almost/ all mares I ran into didn't seem affected"    
"T-thats because...." you blush "The pheromones are only infectious to mares on the same herd and only work on the stallion that lead that herd"
 
>Anon looked puzzled and tried to understand this, Clearly confused by the p0ny social structures, he said "So it only works on mares who liked the same stallion?" You nod at this rough assessment, It will have to do for now
>"The only other mare I've been with today was Fluttershy, and she only started acting strange after I lingered around her, so It couldn't have been her..."
>You ignore the implications about Fluttershy and the stain on Anons shirt for now, That could be dealt with later on,And even if it couldnt, Fluttershy was a good mare-friend of yours and you did not mind being in the same herd as her.
"If it wasn't Fluttershy" you begin "Was there any other mare that you've been in prolonged contact with that has been acting strange around you?"
>"Well, Cheerilee has been uncharacteristically grumpy lately and she DID practically kick me out of the house rather early this morning.... and now that you mention it, she did seem to have some sort of fever"
"A-anon" you say "I-I think you should stay with me for the night. I don't think you would be safe around an earthp0ny mare that is in actual heat"
>"Nah, Cheerilee is fine, After all she /IS/ like a mother to me." Anon dismissed "Shes probably just sick or something, In fact she must need me more than ever, now that I know she could be suffering" Anon gets up and turns to leave but not before tucking you in and once again giving you a tender kiss on the forehead.
>You cant help but sigh at this silly human, while his heart was always in the right place, you could not help but notice on how dense he can be from time to time. The way he spoke of Cheerilee as if she was his mother rather than landlady/marefriend was strange though. You'll have to ask him about the complexities of human relations at some point in time.
 
>You are Anon
>Your day is just about over and you are now walking home after saying goodbye to a very satisfied Rarity, and a blushing Sweety Belle.
>Just when you thought that being able to taste Tropical Starburst in Equestria was enough excitement for one day you were amazed on what you tasted from Rarity
>Marshmallow creme....Amazing
>You lick your lips once again hoping that you could find any leftover traces of it in your mouth, no such luck.
>Oh well, At least your shirt was clea-You somehow manage to interrupt your own mindvoice and look town
>"Oh no..." you groan out loud.
>Its true that you did solve the problem of the yellow stain on your shirt.
>But it has now been replaced by a milky white stain.
>Cheerilee is going to kill you when you get home.
>You consider going back to Rarity's or even Fluttershy's Home and asking to spend the night.
>But you know that Cheerilee had that weird fever and she needs you more than ever.
>Sure, the mane6 were some of your best friends in Equestria, but Cheerilee was the one who took in your helpless soon-to-be-hobo 12 year old ass In when it came right down to it.
>You start heading home
>Cheerilee is going to kill you.....
 
<End of Poonlicker Anon Chapter 2>
Bonus content: Chapter 2 scribble
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