Title:           (Clop) (WIP) Sexist Anon (Part 1)
Author:          Pony_Azathoth
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First Edit:      Thursday 19th of February 2015 12:15:33 AM CDT
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>Your audience with Princess Celestia was on a far different topic then what you first anticipated
>You were expecting some kind of 'ambassador to your people' thing, but that's not what you got
>It was more about your crash-course in Pony society. And how it is organized.
>Most importantly, of course, she mentioned the difference of genders
"Anonymous, you know our society is split up between Mares and Stallions. You must have noticed the huge gap between the numbers of the genders, correct?"
>You did notice that, and she began to creep relationships into the topic as soon as you agreed with her observation.
"You see, in order for Mares to be happy, they need to be wed off to stallions. But since they are not as many Stallions as Mares, they need to be married on mass..."
>Your mind seemed to block out the whole 'in order for girls to be happy they have to be married for a man thing' as you just listened to her words.
"As such, I am sending you to Ponyville where you can start your own herd. Many eligable Mares there, they will need male companionship. Most stallions there are already too full or too young for their age group. They are also in the age where they are... very fertile."
>You actually blush a little bit, but still can't quite accept it on those terms.
"Me? But I'm not even a pony! I don't think... I don't think I can produce offspring with a pony female... Now matter how, uhh, 'fertile' they may be."
>Celestia shakes her head
"Of course Anon, I would be surprised if otherwise. However the fact of the matter is those girls are entering a time of their life where they start needing a man to set them on the right track, and you need to be there to see them through it."
>You almost can't believe what you are hearing. Celestia, the Goddess-Queen, herself is saying this to you!
"Celestia, what are you even saying? Those girls are smart and mature, they can-"
>Celestia cuts you off with a flick of her wing
 
"Anon, frankly I'm flattered you'd say such a thing. But it's simple how our society has works. Nothing gets *done* in Equestria unless a princess does it, or a man does it."
>You shake your head
"Anon, please listen to me."
>Celestia seems almost pleading with you, serious on this.
"It's very important for a masculine presence for these girls. Princesses are an exception; I've lived for over 10,000 years. We have grown in wisdom and experience as to overcome are natural female limitations."
>She explained, looking almost dreamily out the window
"But when I was a young filly I had the same weaknesses, the same foolishness. And I was in a Herd at that time Anon, and many times after that. My studs would grow old and eventually die, while I remained. And I did this until I had the life experience to manage on my own."
>She sighes
"That's a part of life. But most pony women won't have that happen, they don't have that experience. So that's where the men come in, to keep them in line. And that's where YOU come in."
>You suspect something is about to hit you like a stack of bricks
"I want you, Anon, to be the first stud for my most faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
>You seem a bit faint, but just look up at her, almost as if trying to see if the corner of her mouth was upturned, all of this a ruse. But she was too serious; it was no ruse.
"So let me get this straight; you want me to add your student to a harem centered around me, so that I can keep her in line, until I die of old age so she can stepping stone her way into the 'maturity' equaling that of a male? Because, apparently, she doesn't have that now?"
>Celestia nodded
>You grimace
"There's no way I can accept this. You know that."
>Celestia looks at you with sad eyes
"Please reconsider Anon! It would mean so much for me; Twilight is at that age. I don't want her putting all these foolish ideas in her head women her age often do..."
 
>You roll your eyes
"This has to be a joke. I still don't believe it."
>Celestia gets down on one knee before you. You jump back in surprise.
"This is no joke, Anon. I beg you, as the royal princess of Equestria..."
>You put your hands
"Alright! Fine. Just, don't humiliate yourself princess, please."
>The princess finally smiled, and got up. She seemed glad you changed your mind.
"I will send you off with educational materials to read for your trip back home."
>You sit back, feeling defeated. Or maybe tricked. Did you just fail a test? Or pass one?
>You can never tell with the ladies, they like to play mindgames. You giggle to yourself at that comment. You aren't the type to actually feel that way though, that's some pathetic internet virgin shit.
>Right?
 
>That was a few hours ago now. Now you sit on the train on the way back to Ponyville, a book in your hands. And a catalog that details some relationships in Ponyville.
>Mr.Cake is a stud for Mrs.Cake, Mayor Mare, Cherilee, just to name a few.
>Though he has both a teacher and mayor for a mate, he prefers to work with the baker if simply because that is his favorite profession.
>Apparently Mayor Mare had accidentally overspent the town's budget one year and failed to complete a census another.
>These random clippings that seemed to poke at the females in this catalog to show their incompetency was kind of driving you up a wall.
>All the females in the book had something written about them. How shameful.
>You almost felt offended on their behalf. Everyone makes mistakes! Just to point at the person who is female and say that she made these mistakes as a female is sexist and stupid.
>Of course you say that, but there was some pretty bad stuff on here.
>Holy shit, Mrs.Cake burned down the bakery once?
>As if to distract you from your thoughts, a small trolley filled with snacks and cakes rolled up to your cabin.
"Can I get you anything, sir?"
>The attendant was bright and cheery. She had a nice silver mane.
 
>You look over the selection for a moment
>There was also a nearby sign to show the prices
"Yeah sure, could I get a chocolate chip cookie?"
>You pull out the 3 bits listed on the sign
>As you hand them over, the attendant stops you
"5 bits for a Cookie, Sir."
>You squint at her and then the sign for a second.
"What are you talking about? It's 3?"
>The mare looks upset for a moment, but keeps her composure. Mostly.
"I've worked here for 3 years sir, I think I know how much a cookie is."
>You reach over and grab the sign, before turning it around to her.
>She freezes for a second, then a blush reddens all over her face
"Oh, sorry. I was mistaken."
>You pay her the 3 bits and drop 1 bit in her tip jar, though she didn't really deserve it. She bows her head in gratitude and quickly pushes the cart away.
>You shake your head once she leaves. You hate it when employees do things like that.
>You wonder if it was a colt who worked on the train if he would do the same thing. But you put that thought of of your mind.
>The book before you was black with simple white text, sitting on your lap. It was a medium thickness book, but it didn't seem overly complicated.
>It even said on the cover 'Managing Mares: Guidebook for adolescent colts'.
>So they give this to teenage boys then, before they are about to enter the dating world?
>You find that a little off-putting, but you crack it open.
>On the very first page it lists a bunch of boring shit about the publishing and such, so you just skip past that. You also skip over the table of content, and move to the first chapter.
"Managing Mares; Mare personality Archetypes."
>You raise an eyebrow, this actually looked interesting.
"Mares come in all manner of colors, shapes and sizes. However the personality of a Mare is often set into several distinct categories. Mares lack stronger personality and are incapable of true individuality, and as such usually default to one of these basic archetypes."
 
>You scoff. Did this book really just say that?
>Nearby you see a small passage with a key graphic above it, some kind of important bit?
"The key to successful managing an estate with Mares is to control personality differences and best understand how each mare thinks, better allowing you to control and organize the otherwise chaotic environment."
"Mares, when put together without male supervision for long periods of time, will often devolve into pointless power structures that do nothing to improve any facet of life or happiness. Mares do not know what is good for them in the long run, and are incapable of planning for their own futures. This is why few Mares who do not have strong male supervision rarely have money for retirement or any prospects for the future. Mares and Money is discussed in great detail in the Money chapter."
"The other key to managing Mare personalities is discipline and a clear and obvious authority from which the stallion/stud must show at all times. Females crave obedience to a masculine figure, which is either their father or their stud."
"Discipline and Punishment is covered in more detail in the Discipline chapter."
>You close the book in disgust. You can't believe this trash. Who fucking wrote this?
>Turning to the inside cover again you open the book up and read the publishing information this time.
-This Book was published as a free public access education guide by the Health and Equine services department of Equestria-
>It was an official government handbook. Like officially official.
>It was like the FBI world handbook -tier.
>You put your hand to your forehead and feel the heat coming off of it.
 
>You still feel like at any moment somebody is going to pop around the corner and tell you you've just been put on a gameshow or something.
>Or maybe this is some kind of feminist test. Maybe it's really the year 2050 and the feminists have put men in tubes to see if they can overcome their 'natural instinct to oppress womyn' or something.
>As far fetched as it sounded, anything felt like it could be true right now.
>But the book and Celestia's words, could they be true?
>Looking out the window, you see this wonderfully colorful landscape. Pastel hills and forests, crystal clear waterfalls. You see a long peagsus in the sky far away, on who knows what errand.
>Could it be true? Could this land have such a dark secret.
>You grimace as you think of the next possibility.
>Is it really even that bad?
 
>You decide that maybe you should continue reading. The princess asked you to do it, right? So why not.
>Opening the book and returning to your place in it, you continue reading.
"There are Six primary Mare Archetypes that Mare's fall into. Each one is closely tied to the elements of harmony."
>Really? Now your interest was piqued.
>You see that for the next few pages, indeed the elements of harmony and their prospective types were listed.
>Alphabetically; the first was Generosity.
"Generosity - Woman's Woman, Queen, Drama Queen."
>You started to read the section.
"Mares most attuned to generosity tend to know their place very well. Not only do they fully embrace the female crafts and attitudes, but they seem to encourage other females (who could be more rebellious) to do the same.
Sadly, the 'generous' ones are very materialistic and will expect gifts from their suitors often. While a Man knows how to budget, and how to divide attention and affection between many Mares, the Queen will try to lap up the most due to an innate sense of entitlement and feminine laziness that pervades their entire archetype. Showing you are in command of the money and the house, as well as not catering to their every whim will keep them loyal and obedient.
>It seemed each chapter was split into sections; benefits the type brings to a herd, benefits to the Stallion himself, unique challenges of the archetype and ways to both please and punish the archetypal mare in question.
>As much as this type-casting was making you scoff and roll your eyes, it seemed to fit Rarity pretty well. Girls like her could be pretty similar to this article... right?
 
>Honesty or Applejack's chapter was next
>You feel a little bad just calling these chapters after pony characters, but it's easier that way.
"Honesty - Working Girl, Country Gal."
>You read down the section a bit, and actually appreciate what it has to say for once.
"The Mares most attributed to Honesty are hardworking, practical and efficient, self reliant. They are known to helping without being asked, and their child raising skills are excellent. Fertility and wide hips are also a trait of their breed.
>While that last bit was a bit unnecessary, you still feel like this article is positive.
"Unfortunately, the 'Working Girl' archetype is one of the most outspoken of all feminine archetypes. They will often speak their minds about things they have no right to talk about, such as the money of the household, how a man spends his time and attention, and will often get into arguments over small things. Discourage this behavior immediately and as much as possible. Common problems with them is hen-pecking their mates and speaking ill of their husbands. Neither of which is appreciated nor acceptable.
>And you lost me, book.
>Though as much as you didn't want to admit it, this book did make some kind of common sense at least, tying all these archetypes together.
>...Once again however it felt a bit like a sleazy sex manual sometimes, like giving advice on how to 'catch them all'! and such. You didn't really see how this was appropriate for young men. Wouldn't this warp their view of females?
>You shake your head and turn the page, revealing the bit for 'Kindness' style mares.
>You smile, thinking of fluttershy. Muh waifu. Though you've met her in person before and she was very nice, though she wasn't very open with you that was fine, you wouldn't expect her to with a stranger she hasn't known that long.
"Kindness - Ragdoll, Slave personality"
>Oh what the fuck ever.
 
"Kindness style females have very strong feminine traits, including natural born submissiveness, obedience and know that they are second place behind the man in all decisions and actions."
>You're starting to get irritated again. Even if all this WAS true, do they have to use such language and demeaning words?
"However, Ragdolls posses so little personality and lack even basic social and interpersonal skills. They will gladly sit around and do nothing with their time, but will often crumbled if challenged with something difficult or unusual. Ragdolls are also extremely docile in the bedroom, preferring to lay still and do nothing for their man, as is their namesake. All studs shoudl remind Ragdolls that they cannot be so lazy when it comes to the important job of pleasuring him. Slave personality type girls should be given simple, repetitive tasks and rewarded with simple praise. They take almost no effort to discipline for this reason."
>You just shake your head. You could swear some edgy 14 year old kid with a fedora wrote this.
>But you know for a fact this is some official help book written by Canterlot libraries themselves. There has to be some kernels of truth in this bullshit regardless.
>The next chapter was on 'Laughter'
>A smile comes to your face as you imagine Pinkie Pie dancing and singing around. What a fun girl.
>There's no possible way they could construed this as being bad!
"Laughter - Air head, Bimbo"
>Oh jesus, again.
"Laughter girls are known for their 'looseness when it comes to sexual activity. On a positive note, Bimbo-style girls are extremely sexual, they will drop anything to please their man in the ways that he asks, a desirable trait.
>You really don't like how sexual this is.
"However, because of their high appetite for sex, Laughter mares are most likely to commit adultery, masturbate without permission and give unreasonable sexual demands to their studs."
>Wow, this one is actually sounding pretty serious.
 
"Unresonable sexual demands such as asking to be on top against his desire, demanding that he give her oral, roleplaying and more sex then she deserves. If chastity punishment is used during Estus she will be most easily effected by it and it is extremely effective for her type. They lack the intelligence and personality to appreciate other forms of control as well as they do purely physical dominance; so during sex make sure to show your dominance and assert your position as her stud and she will follow. Please, enjoy her."
>You roll your eyes at that last line. Was that really called for? You wonder why they didn't put a fucking smiley face with a wink there if they were going pull some shit like that.
"Loyalty Type Mares - Tomboys, Attention Whores"
>Christ, it just never ends.
"Loyalty type mares make strong attachments and keep them. For this reason they are indeed very loyal and obedient to their man. Sadly Loyalty type Mares often have far too much confidence, and many even falsely believe they could 'equal' a man in a physical or competition-based way. They also are the most likely to cry out for attention by going through rebellious phases, running away from home, and even embracing things like counter-cultures and lesbianism to try and show they have control or 'they can do what they want'. Strong discipline is recommended here; cutting off access to friends and favored hobbies is very effective for these mares because it plays off their close ties with things they enjoy to enforce discipline.
>Now that's just evil.
>You are feeling disgusted again, but now that you are almost done with this chapter you have to finish.
>Finally, onto 'Magic'
"Magic - Confidence Girls, Independent"
This would be most similar to Twilight's profile, you dare say. If Princess Celestia wanted you to specifically court her the most, then it seems this is the most important one.
 
>Flipping through the page, you scan every letter. Suddenly finding yourself eager to learn more. Even if this book was wrong, you can find it interesting at least.
>Right?
"Magic-based girls are usually very intelligent and good at organization and following a set pattern/schedule. They act as excellent assistant supervisors, secretaries, and teachers."
>Once again, starting positive. Why do you have the feeling you won't like what you'll read next
"Of course, this means the Magic style girls will, somewhat similarly to the Loyalty style mares, will falsely believe that they can equal or sometimes even EXCEED the intelligence of their male counterparts, even though this is patently false. Common to their ilk are the misconceptions created by undisciplined and untrained mares; beliefs such as 'only mares can multitask' and that 'women are smarter then men' are often cited by these females. They know just enough to learn these 'facts' but not enough to deduce them as being the falsehoods they are. Simply plucking apart their arguments and proving them wrong is a strong method for discipline, but they can be stubborn. It is best in these cases to invite the female to adopt the naturally submissive and subordinate position they should have under men, and this will break her out of her bad behavior once she embraces this fact.
>Finally, you have finished. Chapter fucking complete. What a wild ride.
>Almost on a whim you turn the page just to see what the next chapter is about.
"Disciplining Mares"
>It also had a crude drawing of a pony's ass in a stockade getting spanked with a riding crop
>You close the book. That's enough for one day.
>Instead you can only look out the window and to the pastel fields all around. You chomp into your cookie absentmindedly as Ponyville slowly comes into view. You spent the whole train-ride back to ponyville reading.
>Time sure does fly when you're having fun. Or learning. Maybe both.
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>As the train boards with Ponyville station, you gather your things and that new book, making sure to keep it under your stack of other belongings. Didn't want anyone seeing you read it or nothing.
>Getting off the train, you are somewhat disappointed to find nobody waiting for you at the station. For some reason you just thought their would be. Oh well.
>Entering town, you see the mares scurrying about and doing their thing. So few men... The information from the book comes creeping back into your mind.
>There's no way that stuff could be true, right?
>As you walk through the town you see two Mares arguing by a stall. Possibly over payment. That's normal. Nothing wrong with that.
>Of course almost immediately after you think that you see a Mare unwrap a candy and then throw the wrapper into the street
>Your eyebrow twitches, how rude?
"Hey!"
>You suddenly bark, not even sure yourself what you were doing
"Pick that up, and put it in the trash can!"
>You command the random mare to do as you told. She looked shocked for a minute, and then walked over to the wrapper and threw it away in the nearest trashcan, before walking along hurriedly.
>She was embarrassed about getting called out for her little misdemeanor.
>You walked along now, a slight grin on your face. You felt good about that, minor as it was, littering is bad!
>Though at the same time; would you have been brave enough, or cared enough, if it was a man doing it instead of a female?
>You'll drive yourself crazy thinking like this!
>Approaching your home, the sky was finally getting a little darker. Outside your front door however, you saw a little gray mare stuffing a letter into your mailbox
>Cute little thing, eyes all off center, blonde mane, and bubbles on her rear.
 
>Derpy looks up at you with one of her eyes while you approach, a smile coming on to her face
"Hi anon!"
>She says happily, her tail wagging a bit. She was still trying to slide that letter into your mailbox with her mouth.
"Hey, Derpy. What's up?"
>You respond with a smile, glad to see a female friend not all messed up by your new perspective on things
"Good Anon~ Just gotta deliver your letter!"
>She keeps trying to put it into the box
>You found it quite amusing that she didn't just hand it to you
>Though you suspect she's not dumb because she's a girl. She's dumb just because.
>Though it's not nice to call her dumb... Maybe she's just really genuine. No bullshit.
"Here."
>You walk over to her and take the letter, and then slide it into your own mailbox with a smile.
"Oh, thanks Anon~"
>She says happily, before standing there for a moment. It seemed like she was racking her brain for a second.
"Oh, Anon. Can I ask you something?"
>You nod at her, wondering what she was going to say. Your mail pony had never asked you anything like this before
"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
>You are taken aback by that question, but just shrug in response.
"Don't know. Haven't really tried."
>Derpy bobs her head a bit, speaking again
"It's just I never see you with any mares and none come around your house and none work for you and it's just weird."
>You chuckle
"Yeah, I guess that is pretty weird."
>Derpy hangs around for a little longer, not saying anything. You wonder what she wanted.
"Anon?"
"Yes?"
"Can I be your girlfriend?"
>You are surprised, but it was so genuine.
"Oh, sure. Why not?"
>Derpy squeals in delight, and then trots over to you. She kisses you on the chest, the easiest place for her to kiss, and then flies off.
"Thank you Anon~"
>She yells back as she goes on her way
 
>Derpy becomes a gray speck in the sky as you turn back into your home.
>It was a small place. How are you supposed to have your state-sanctioned harem in here?
>You'll probably move into a new house. Or do they all get to live in their own houses and they just visit to get in your kitchen and suck ya dick?
>You roll your eyes. It's already beginning to happen with yourself.
>Curling up to your bed, you feel exhausted after today. Your world was turned upside down.
>The real question is, what will you say to Twilight tomorrow?
"Hey yeah, uhh your mentor told me that we need to bang and you need to be my house wife. Here's your complimentary dress and chastity belt."
>You shake your head. This is worse then if you were thrown headfirst INTO the fifties from your time. Because here it is legit. Also polygamous.
>All of the sudden though, you hear a knock on the door.
>Getting up, you sneak over to the front door but don't turn on any lights, so you can pretend not to be home in case its somebody you don't want to see.
>However, it's actually derpy again.
>How did she get here so fast? Were you her last delivery for the day?
>So what, she dropped off her mail, went to her mail office to clock out and then come right back?
>...Actually that sounds exactly like something she'd do.
>You open the door with a smile.
"Hey Derpy... Didn't expect to see you back so soon."
>She cheers at you when you open the door
"Hi Anon~"
>She stands there, almost expectantly.
"Oh, come in."
>You open the door for her and she enters, looking around the place and kindly standing there. You aren't sure what she wants really.
"So uh... What do you need?"
>You ask her, unsure. She looks confused.
"You boyfriend, we together now, right?"
>You shrug. You guess that makes sense.
"Yeah, alright."
>You sit down in your recliner chair in the living room, still exhausted. Derpy comes over almost immediately and walks behind the chair.
 
>Before you even have time to ask, Derpy is up on her hind legs and gently mashing her hooves into your shoulders
"Derp- ohh~"
>You sigh contently at the simple massage. You lay back and she goes to work, gently rubbing your shoulders and upper back.
>While she lacks any kind of finesse or skill, you can tell she is enjoying herself and trying. That is what is really making this work for you.
>As you slump down in the chair, Derpy grins and walks back in front of your chair.
"Anon feels good~?"
>You nod, smiling at Derpy.
>Derpy crawls up in your lap.
>You decide to make her feel good too; you stroke her mane gently, the blond hair feeling so soft and delicate in your hands.
>She moans herself a little, blushing a bit at your touch.
>You enjoy the quietness and closeness of company. This is something you want... What you REALLY want. None of that dominating man stuff.
"Anon?"
>You look down at Derpy.
"Yes, Derpy?"
>Derpy is still blushing but seems totally able to ask the question with a straight face.
"Can we have sex Anon?"
>Pfft
>You blink a few times, unsure of how to even answer that.
"Uhh, well we've only known each other for a day. And been Boyfriend-Girlfriend for a day. Maybe we should wait."
>Derpy looks a little disappointed, but otherwise just nods.
"Okay Anon."
>You grin, patting her on the head again.
"Are you in heat or something? Not sure how that works with you females."
>Derpy pushes her head into your hand and you cradle her, she's looking very relaxed.
"No, not yet. Not until spring."
>Spring. Shit. That's soon.
>Your eyes go wide a minute. What hell will you soon be unleashed too?
>Soon enough, you pick up Derpy from the chair and carry her into your bedroom. As you lay in bed she crawls and puts her head on your chest.
>She quickly drifts off to sleep, happy as can be, and you do too. However you are more uncertain then the simple Mare on your chest...
 
>You wake up the next morning with some blonde trails in your face
>Derpy and you had shifted into a spoony position in the night. She hair was all up in yo' face.
>You pulled back, but still felt the urge to sneeze.
>Turning to the side, you give your quietest sneeze possible and then try to shift out of bed slowly; like Indian Jones you shift your weight out from under her and creep out of the room.
>You sneak into the living room and retrieve your book from under your parcels; then you go out to bring in the mail.
>The mail that you helped deliver to yourself, apparently.
>You realize, too your amusement, that the letter Derpy and you pushed into the mailbox was actually a junk letter.
>Nearby, you see Spike walking about with his little red wagon, no doubt on some pitiless errand for his misteress Twilight. Or Rarity, come to think of it.
"Spike!"
>You call out to him, and he looks over, waving at you. You beckon him over and he comes.
"Spike, do you know where Twilight is?"
"In her library palace treehouse thing."
>His response was quite funny, apparently he doesn't know what to call it either.
"I see. Do you know if she'll be there all day."
"I think so."
>You thank Spike and send him on his way, before tossing away that junk letter and going back inside the house.
>As you do, you actually hear sizzling coming from the kitchen. You see Derpy cooking.
"Derpy, I thought you were still asleep!"
>You say, but Derpy smiles.
"Good Morning~ You should have woke me up, so I could cook you breakfast!"
>You smile, what a nice gesture. As you go to help her though, she points to the table.
"Sit down and relax!"
>You shrug, you won't argue with your new girlfriend. Your first of many, simultaneous girlfriends.
>You realize that you are resisting something many guys would consider a dream. But it just doesn't sit right.
>Maybe you can make the most of a bad situation?
>But is this situation really that bad?
 
>You sit and decide, perhaps against your best judgement, to peel open that book again.
>Back to the spanking picture you see.
"Disciplining Mares"
>You keep the cover of the book in your other hand, ready to slam it down in case Derby tried to peek.
>Was this like top secret man-material?
>Was all this sexism a secret patriarchy-Illuminati thing that all men get hazed into?
>To be fair, as messed up as that would be it would also be kind of fucking awesome.
>You're like some secret society member now, but instead of oppressing poor people you just oppress women instead.
>You roll your eyes as you think 'easier that way', and move on to the crude picture
>Once again, ass getting spanked.
>Turning the page, you come to the first paragraph.
"Mares are jealous, vain, and spiteful creatures. They lack discipline, empathy, honor and the ability to act in an ordered fashion. Much like oversized children, they think little of others."
>Jesus, laying it on a little strong there.
"These positive traits necessary for Civilization are, of course, found in abundance in men. As such, it is the honor and even the duty of men to enforce these values upon their female charges."
>This book ego-strokes men while it is at it, doubling its privilege score
>You don't have much else to think about as you read on.
"Discipline is enforced by positive and negative reinforcement. Both should be used by studs to enforce order and good values in their Mares. Minor Positive reinforcement encourages good behavior and strong negative reinforcement dissuades repeated bad behavior."
"It is recommended that a stud use this mix of weak minor reinforcement and strong negative because the desire to submit comes naturally to a woman. Strong negative reinforcement creates a simple and clear understanding that some behaviors are not acceptable and will be punished. Reward should be given out only sparingly as to not create entitlement and laziness that is so common in a female's personality."
 
>You flip the page
"Common Techniques for Punishment and Reward"
>You don't get to read on though because Derpy was trotting over
>You close the book quickly but not slamming it; no need to raise suspicion.
>Derpy puts a plate in front of you and in front of her place too. She sits there and looks at you.
"Uhh, anything wrong?"
>Derpy shakes her head with a smile
"You eat first! Tell me if its good enough for you."
>You almost blush
"Derpy..."
>You take a bit of the food with your fork (every time you bust that out the ponies always get impressed. You and your fingers.
>You take a bite and chew, nodding your head.
"Its great Derpy! Please eat."
>Derpy smiles at your praise, grinning ear to ear, her tail wagging a bit as she digs in as well.
>Once you finish she takes your plate as well as hers, without being asked or told.
>She was a good housewife, you tell yourself, but find it a little embarrassing is all. You're not used to people waiting on you like that. Well, unless they were being paid too.
>Derpy starts cleaning the dishes, and then she goes for a dustpan.
"D-Derpy? Are you going to clean the whole house."
>She nods, the broom handle cutely in her mouth as she does so.
"Of course! I like to help!"
>Derpy walks towards the doorframe and accidentally bumps into it with the broom handle. She makes a second attempt and it bumps the doorframe again, barring entry.
>You stand up and walk over to her, pulling the broom stick vertical. She holds on to it in her mouth so her head is tilted sideways. She walks through the door and turns back at you with a big smile around the broom handle.
"Thanks Anon!"
>She sputtered out the thanks with the broom still in her mouth, and you just smile and shake your head. What a catch, you think to yourself.
>But you had more important things to attend to. Twilight Sparkle.
>...Do you really even have to?
>You kind of feel a heavy weight about the whole thing still, but derpy is fine. What's wrong with her? Why can't she be your wife or girlfriend or 'harem slave' or whatever other nonsense?
>Can't one just be good enough?
>You sneak up to the room Derpy was in and you take a peek, seeing her sway her body back and forth to sweep with the broom
>Her ass cutely swayed with it, her tail hypnotically covering and granting peeks in the meantime.
>...Will your dick get bored that easily?
>You pull back from the room and clear your throat. Maybe you can avoid going out and dealing with this new harem business today?
 
>While your hand was nearly hovering on the door knob, you shake your head and decide against it.
>Why bother? You can wait a day. Besides, you have another QT to deal with today.
>Maybe you should 'wrestle'? Or play a little game with your new 'wifey'.
>You almost giggle as you think of that. She's so cute and sweet. You'd almost feel bad for slapping her big rear. But not bad enough.
>Of course she was busy cleaning for now, so you decided to get back to reading.
"Common Techniques for Punishment and Reward"
>You get the feeling this is going to be some creepy, weird shit.
"Techniques for reward and punishment are primarily economic, physical, and sexual in nature."
>How did you just know?
"Economic Rewards include a small gift or allowance of spending money.
**NEVER GIVE A MARE DIRECT ACCESS TO ANY ACCOUNTS OR CREDIT LINES
>Well, the sexism started earlier this time. All caps and bolded too!
"Economic Punishments include retractions of allowance and gifts."
>Well, makes sense.
"Forcing a Mare to sleep on the floor is an example of an Economic punishment."
>Christ.
"Physical punishments and rewards are very simple. Physical rewards include massages and trips to the spa, though like many rewards/punishments they can carry over into different categories."
>Next up was physical punishments.
>Here we go.
"Physical punishments are very effective against most Mares, natural submissive attitudes will come out strongest during a physical disciplining. Physical punishments include spanking, slapping and figging.
>Oh god figging. That's kind of hot. You shift your collar a bit at the mention of that.
"Sexual punishments and rewards are also very effective especially against the less intelligent, more physically driven mares."
>Rude. But now this is kind of getting naughty, so you read on feverishly.
 
>This one actually has the biggest section of all of them of course, horny little colts probably read this when they fap.
>Though then again why fap when you can drown in horse pussy?
"Sexual punishments are most commonly edging and denied orgasm and chastity. It is recommended that a Chasity-locked Mare be forced to sit in the room and watch as other Mares in the harem are mated by the stud. She will, naturally, be jealous and her own instincts will be used against her, making her not want to repeat the behavior again.
>Cucking your own girlies? You thought that was kind of funny. If a bit cruel.
"Sexual rewards, of course, involve romantic evenings, bringing her to orgasm and even allowing her sole access to mating for the night."
>Well, you guess that would make her feel special.
"It should be noted here that during the mating season Mares will often expect and demand sexual pleasure and release by their stallions, or more traditionally expect to be impregnated. This innate desire and behavior is not however acceptable. If strong discipline is used during estrus season; this can become by far the most enjoyable and productive seasons for the mares and stallion alike, allowing him to show his dominance, and the Mares to enjoy the traditional sexual fullfilment for which they were made; to be used for the stallion's pleasure.
>The book is sounding more and more like it just wants to make you a greedy lover. But you are still turned on regardless.
>You get up and go to the bedroom, but Derpy had already moved out into the hall and started to sweep the area.
"Derpy?"
>Derpy looked up at you with her bright, offset yellow eyes.
"Yes Anon~"
>You gave her a sly, toothy grin. Rubbing your hands together.
"Go to the bedroom and get ready. I'll be there in a few minutes."
>Derpy blushed and dropped the broom, her front hooves stamping a little nervously.
"O-Ok."
>She trotted towards the bedroom and shut the door, and you returned to your den.
 
>You sit down in the armchair and rub the armrests of the chair, you can feel something bubbling in your loins.
>You haven't fapped for a couple of days either. Well at least you were sure you didn't fap today or yesterday.
>You're about to bang a pony for the first time~
>She's cute too. But possibly retarded.
>But cute retarded. Ponies are cute when retarded, not disgusting retarded like real life people are when they go full potato.
>Also you realize your mind is trailing off to a dangerous place. You sit back feel yourself breath, but before you know it you find yourself getting up from your chair.
>Creeping down the hallway, you knock on the bedroom door lightly.
"Come on in~"
>The voice was soft and inviting.
>You see Derpy laying down on the bed, looking back at you. A pillow propped up her butt and lower body into the air.
>You also realized that she didn't put on any sexy underwear or did her hair or anything, she just spent all that time putting a pillow under her waist.
>You found that kind of funny. You approach the bed with a dumb look on your face, but Derpy was just smiling bashfully the whole time.
>As you get behind her, you see her raise her tail. Her gray lady-bits are revealed to you. They look nice, clean, and tight.
>Her tail up high, the redness in her face, the way her legs twitched ever so slightly all screamed 'come get me'.
"Mhmm... You're a good girl, you know that Derpy?"
>You realized what words came out of your mouth after you said them, and didn't like that you said it. But her smile only got wider and her blush only redder.
>She put her head down to the bedsheets and raised up her hindquarters more.
"Mhhm, Good Girl~"
>She was really submissive... And really hot. You could see some wetness dripping from her
>You tore off your clothes as quick as you could, now climbing onto the bed.
>Behind Derpy, you gently touch her side and trace your arm down to her flanks.
>Taking this opportunity, you give her butt a little squeeze, and she moans in response.
>Getting up closer to her, your hand reaches towards her waiting privates, gently stroking her tail, and then moving south.
>She looks back, her face beat red as you play with her body a little bit.
>You trace your finger down her wet slit, she tightens up and her whole body clenches a bit. You enjoy feeling that heat and wetness on your finger.
>As your finger tip reaches her clit, you give it a little touch and play with it, a little circular motion
>Derpy hisses and cries out in pleasure immediately, the sensitive place being played with so quickly. She was one pent up little mare.
>As you watch her thighes buckle a bit and body quiver, you see her marehood finally wink at you, her sex drive kicked on fully. A few times she winks.
>You growl lustfully at the display, and get closer, your hardened cock now hovering just outside her waiting hole. Using your arms to spread her legs just a bit, she looks back again with a bit of drool coming from her mouth, allowing you to spread her legs and generally use her as you chose.
>Your cockhead finally began to invade her snatch, and she shivered as you put it in. Sinking your meaty shaft into her small and tight womanhood- you could feel it clenching around your length and making it nice and tight for you.
>A big plus of having an equine lover, ehh horsefucker?
 
>As you take her, her thighs clench around you involuntarily as you go deep; her horse puss milking your cock every step of the way
>The whole while her red face was clenched in a blissful expression, she was hot and really enjoying herself
>Soft moans retorted from Derpy as you made sweet, sweet love to her.
>Finally after speeding up your thrusting and smacking dat ass with your body as you give it good; she cums on your dick, her whole body clenching and an increased wetness from her vag coating your cock with her heated horse honey
>But you aren't done with her yet, oh no
>You get up over her and lay your weight upon her, grabbing her hip so you can slam her good, now going faster and faster
>Derpy cries out in pleasure and a little pain from how stimulated she was; her moans short and cut off with each deep thrust
>Finally, you feel an ache in your loins and release your seed inside of her, spraying her insides and coating her thighes with a blast of cum
>She pants as you do, coming to her second climax as you pump her full.
>As you lay atop her she looks back at you with a dizzy look in her eye(s)
"Wow Anon~ That was so good~"
>You didn't say anything, too stunned and winded to speak
>But soon enough you got up, took a shower together and curled up together in your sleep. Derpy wiggled her little butt to your crotch, but otherwise you were like little angels sleeping together...
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>You awoke to spooning a cute and sleepy Derpy. Again.
>This time of course you had banged her the night before, so that's always fun.
>You brush a hand lightly through her hair as to not wake her; she was so beautiful and kind. Not too smart though.
>All girls are kind of like that, you figure. But as you wake up from your sleepy haze you put that thought beside yourself. This place is getting to you.
>More importantly though, you had a purple mare to see. Twilight was supposed to be in your harem by now.
>You actually feel a small stirring in your lions as you think that; Twilight's quivering flesh under you~
>You shake your head, sheesh! Pull yourself together man
>While you prepare yourself to sneak out from under the bed again, you remember what Derpy told you before. She liked getting up early and fixing things up for you.
"Derpy~"
>You quietly wake her up, and she does so with a sleepy smile.
"Good morning Anon~"
>She spoke to you in her cute voice, her face coming in to touch noses with you
>You brush the blonde mane out of her face and look her in her eyes, feeling her love
>Running your hand up and down her side, she giggles a little
"I'm ticklish!"
>She said somewhat stupidly, you just give her an evil grin
"You shouldn't have told me that."
>She giggles again, before sliding off of you and out of bed
"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes..."
>You sit up and sigh, waking the morning sleepies from you. You knew that she had to work today, but yet she was still kind enough to make you breakfast.
>What a kind mare. You wish all of them were like that.
>...Maybe they all are, if you discipline them correctly.
>The disturbing idea was only reinforced by that dumb booklet, and this has gone on long enough for you to start dropping the idea that its just some weird scam or prank.
>This must be real. You are just starting to think that.
 
>Soon enough, Derpy calls you in to the kitchen
>You enter and she prepared breakfast again, and you sit and eat with her.
>Inbetween mouthfuls, you ask her when she needs to get to work
"Soon, but I'll leave before I am late."
>You smile
"How about I walk you there?"
>Derpy's face lights up
"Yay~"
>You smile too, you're glad you could cheer her up like that
>Once breakfast is over you grab a few things, including your book, and Derpy doesn't need anything so she waits by the door patiently.
>You leave and close the door behind you. No need for locks in Ponyville.
>Wandering down Ponyville to the post office, you wave at Derpy as you take a turn to Princess Twilight's tree-mansion-palace-library thing.
>As you get closer you are a bit taken aback by the majesty. It seemed so grand now. In fact, you felt a little self conscious that you were going to be hooking up with that girl within.
>And, with a devilish grin, you wonder how many stallions will be jelly. Or perhaps mares, that is probably more likely in this topsy turvy world.
>You knock on the door with the crystal knocker, and soon enough Spike answers. He looks up at you and nods his head instantly
"Oh yeah, Twilight said you'd be here. She uhhh... Also told me not to let you in. Because she's going to talk to you at the door. I guess I shouldn't have said that but, uh.."
>Spike takes a step back and closes the door. Then opens it again
"Just wait here."
>Then he slams it shut again.
>Weird little dragon. But what could he mean about Twilight?
 
>In just a few short minutes, the door is answered by a stunning purple mare
>With wings and horn, the Alicorn. She sure is radiant.
>You have to resist your urge to say 'm'lady' and tip your hat to her, but you do smile instead.
"Hey Twilight, I'm hear because"
>"Because of Princess Celestia, I know."
>You raise an eyebrow. She spoke rather quickly, as if wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
>"Princess Celestia sent me an express letter about our little 'arranged' thing, and that you would be by shortly. Well I've already thought about it, and I'll have to decline."
>Say what.
>Mares declining your masculine charm?
>You aren't really as stunned as you feel you should be, but you don't have time to answer again
>"So I have sent a letter back to her, and awaiting her response. A little scathing as you might imagine, but mostly just telling her the facts of the matter. I am very busy and don't need a 'man' in my life right now. Don't worry Anon, there's nothing wrong with you."
>You grin
"Glad to hear it."
>Twilight nods
>"Good to see you agree."
>Then, she shuts the door.
>You stand there for a second, a bit confused.
>You were just rejected by Ms.Purple pussy. You didn't quite expect that, but at the same time you can't say you are surprised.
>...What about Celestia, what would she think?
>You shrug. Maybe she'll come around?
>As you walk away though, that's when a few angry thoughts cross your mind. Who is SHE to reject YOU?
>But Twilight is a stubborn whorse. And she must still be adjusting to the princess life and all that.
>As you enter Ponyville again proper, you seem kind of lost and dejected.
>Some of that bravado and confidence you gained earlier from Derpy has slipped away
>Reality was crashing down again. This wasn't your harem fantasy.
>At least not yet anyway.
>Purple Smart was just hard to get, naturally.
>But as you squat down and sit on a random barrel, you notice a certain somebody walk past
>It wasn't a pony.
 
 
>As your eyes peel over to the target, you realize its Gilda
>Punk-ass Gilda walking her punk-ass past you
>And since your head was turned and she just passed, you got a peek at her ass
>Her tail and hip swaying around
>Lioness? More like LionASS amirite?
>You roll your eyes at yourself.
>You were feeling kinda shitty about Twilight, so getting disemboweled didn't sound too bad right now
>As if spurred on by the masculine, patriarchal powers of your ancestors, you insert two fingers into your mouth and wolf whistle.
 
>Gilda freezes in her tracks and peers her head back to look at you, her raptor eyes gleaming in on you
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>She turned around fully and glared at you
>"Got a problem, Bud?" Gilda said, giving you the stink eye
"Not at all, kitty."
>Holy shit nigga what ARE you doing?
>Gilda looked shocked, she spread her wings in her anger, then lept over almost on top of you, pinning you down on the barrel, her bird body seeming light but her feline part ferocious
>"What did you just call me!?"
"I called you kitty. Because you're part lion."
>Gilda growled at you, you could feel her claws digging into your flesh a bit
>"You think you can just go around... whistling at ladies like that?!"
"If they are attractive, sure."
>Gilda's grip was quickly loosening, her anger from the spur of the moment going away, though she wasn't the type of lady to take this laying down! Oh no!
>"W-Well you can't just go around doing that!"
>In a moment of absolute insanity on your part, your hand comes up and gently caresses her back; both her fur and feathers being petted under your hand
>Gilda instinctively pushes her head and shoulders into your hand, before she looks angry again
>"You freak!"
>You hardly seem to care though, your hand traveling down her back and spine a bit
>The noise she made was kind of like a mix between a pur and a coo.
>You thought it was awfully cute~
 
>You take your hand and push it all the way down her spine to the base of her tail
>Automatically, her body made her hike her tail and pelvis up.
>A huge blush appeared on Gilda's face, and she snapped at you again
>"Stop it! We're in public!"
"Oh, so you'd be more comfortable in private?"
>Gilda squeaked out in protest as you did it again, before settling down on your barrel, letting her stand there for a second
>You just grin at her as she looks so embarrassed and confused
>"I can't believe you did that!"
>You could hardly believe it either!
>"What do you want from me, you touchey weirdo? I'll tell the guard on you!"
>You shake your head
"I just like how soft you are, kitten~"
>"STOP CALLING ME KITTEN!"
>You see Gilda blush again as she realized that she spoke loudly and some pony nearby heard her yell
>You get off the barrel and snap your fingers, which draws Gilda's attention
"Let's go back to my place."
>You said that so... forcefully, and sudden
>Gilda doesn't answer but seems to follow
>Maybe she's turned on but doesn't want to admit it?
>To be honest you aren't sure exactly what you were doing either
>But at the same time something about it was dangerous, exciting... And fun.
 
>Within a few minutes you had returned home.
>You close the door behind Gilda as she enters.
>She looks around the place
>"Your house is pretty small for a guy's house, Anon."
>You raise an eyebrow at that
"What do you mean?"
>Gilda just looks up at you expectantly
>"What, you haven't seen the houses other guys live in? They live in like big mansions or have large farms or whatever. All their herd may live with them or in separate homes, but the stud lives in his own place."
>You seem impressed
"Absorbing a lot of ponyville culture, ehh Gilda?"
>She nodded, but was angry again, this time at you
>"Yeah! And it's bullshit. These lame-o men have no right to act that way."
>You wonder what she means
"Different in griffon country?"
>Gilda nods ferociously
 
>"Yeah!" Gilda said, now spurred on. "Griffons mate for life! This herd stuff is sick here."
>You chuckle
>"What's so funny?"
>You look her over, all tense and angry again
"Gilda, you know Ponies are different from Griffons, right?"
>"Of course, dufus!"
>You scowl at her insulting you, but you continue
"So do Griffons have 50% males and female babies?"
>Gilda nods. "Yeah, what kind of question is that?"
>You smile
"Well, you realize that ponies only give birth to very few males each generation right?"
>Gilda seems a little taken aback by that, she must not have considered it
"And one male can impregnate many females, but each female can only have one baby at a time, right?"
>Gilda looked up at you, seemingly lost for a second
"So that means not only would it be unfair to the female ponies if men did not take multiple of them as mates, but without it the species would not be able to produce enough males to even keep its population the same, much less grow."
>Gilda sat down, most of the fight taken out of her
"So as you can see, it is both morally justified and beneficial for everyone involved. You don't want all the average mares being unloved do you?"
>"No!" Gilda quickly chirped in, now you made her look like a bad guy
>She seemed defeated in this, her head down a bit to think
>You feel a bit of a rush at showing her the truth
>Just like that book said "Women are easily defeated in debates" and all that shit
>You did feel kind of like an asshole though, regardless.
"Gilda, I wasn't trying to upset you."
>Gilda looks up
>"Uhh, thanks. Anonymous is your name, right?"
>You nod at her, and she relaxes a bit.
>"Sorry for blowing up at you then, seems that is just a... more natural thing here. In ponyville.
>It really wasn't, but you'll pretend like it was if she accepts it. Hehe.
"Don't worry about it, Gilda."
>You reach forward and stroke her head again, and she looks pleased for a second, but glares at you again
>"You can't just touch me whenever!"
 
>You continue to stroke Gilda's head, and ignore her complaints.
"I want your kitty, kitty."
>Gilda looks shocked and blushes like mad, but can't tear herself away from your hands...
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