Title:           Twilight Sparkle is addicted to Anon's cum. Part 9
Author:          X-Roads
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First Edit:      Friday 6th of March 2015 07:02:14 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 15th of March 2015 03:51:35 PM CDT

>Your small family...
>You sigh.
>That is such a nice thought, and one you desired for quite some time.
>Maybe this time it will work? At least for now it looks like it, but how can you tell after just two days?
>Resting your head on your hoof, you watch Anon and Spike chatting while you delve into your mind.
>They are arguing about which kind of ice cream is the best.
>This brings a smile to your face.
>Hopefully everything will work out for a change... Usually some really bad things happens, when you are that happy.
>Mmhhhh...
>You never really noticed that, but seeing Anon caring for Spike really triggers something inside you.
>Technically you could say that the little dragon is your son... A weird, but somewhat cute notion.
>You did your best to raise him as good as you could, but you were so inexperienced...
>Of course your mother helped you from time to time, but Princess Celestia forbid you from getting too much assistance.
>Why? You don't know. Maybe it's part of some greater scheme of hers.
>You wonder what she has planned for your future... There has to be a reason, why she chose you as her protégée.
>Maybe she wants you to be a princess?
>You giggle.
>Nah. That would be ridiculous. There are already three princesses. Why would Equestria need any more?
>Princess of the books, or what?
>Hehe, no. And to be honest, if your current relationship with Anon becomes apparent as a long lasting one, you wouldn't want that.
>Being a princess means immortality. And immortality means that you would have to see all your friends and Anon die some day.
>Even Spike...
>You couldn't keep living like that, no doubt.
>How Princess Celestia and Princess Luna cope with this issue, is a mystery to you.
>Making new friends every generation, just to see them perish again... No.
>Princess Cadence on the other hoof... She is so young compared to the other princesses.
>Merely 450 years old. Plus or minus a few years.
>But she found a way to ignore this problem. She never made any deeper connections with other ponies, but just concentrated on her duty as a princess.
>Spreading love and helping it bloom in the hearts of others, without ever finding it yourself.
>...
>Misery, pure misery in your opinion.
>She basically had no other friends than the Princesses... And you can understand why. They won't  just die and leave her alone for all eternity.
>You once heard a rumour, that Cadence, after her parents died, had a similar incident like Luna.
>Allegedly she went crazy and used her magic to swell the love in the hearts of her subjects to unnatural proportions, until they couldn't feel anything but that.
>Forcing them to basically worship her like a goddess and do her bidding.
>Creepy... but you get why she chose to never get too close to anypony else again.
>You don't know what happened after that or how the conflict was solved. Nothing about this is written down or documented.
>But it seems that Princess Celestia helped her change her ways and see the world in a different light. She even convinced her to go to High School and what not, to adapt to the modern equestrian society and give her life another purpose than just being the princess of love.
>If you are not mistaken she always went to the same schools as your brother. Except for the military ones of course.
>Not to speak that she was your babysitter when you were a foal.
>Heh. Yeah... That were nicer, more unproblematic times. But you digress.
>Digressing from your own train of thought? Strange, but it happens.
>Anyhow... where were you going with that?
>Ah yes... Spike and Anon.
>They are still in a heated argument about ice cream and toppings... How cute.
>Ever since Anon arrived here in Ponyville, Spike clung on him like a leech.
>And the human accepted him with open arms, which you were and are incredibly grateful for.
>Over the time Anon became less of a friend and more of a big brother to him.
>Which he desperately needed. There aren't too many colts here in Ponyville and the few who are, are either too old or not interested in becoming friends with him.
>So he had your friends, the CMC and you... Not exactly the best circle of friends for a young boy as himself.
>Hmpf... That made him indeed a bit girly. But now with Anon things are getting better. Spike is getting more interested in colt things. At least by Anon's human standards.
>Things like adventuring, fighting and similar stuff. If he keeps that up, you could see Spike serving in Equestria's military some day. Not that you would want that, but still...
>Better than being a housemaid or servant.
>And now? Who knows what the future bears.
>Perhaps if this relationship with Anon holds, Spike can see more in him too or at least get some self-confidence in him being different than the rest.
>What do you mean with “seeing more in Anon”?
>As a...
>Father?
>You sigh. That would be nice, but you are not sure if Anon or Spike would even want that.
>They seem pretty content about their current relationship.
>But Anon would make a great father... He is so loving and caring.
>And now you know what felt before. You could honestly see Anon as the father of your foals... as cheesy at this sounds.
>But...
>Your chances to ever have a foal together are slim to non existent... Magic is powerful, but not omnipotent.
>Even if Anon might be “the one”. Sad, but that's the harsh truth.
>But you are getting ahead of yourself and the whole situation in general.
>First things first. And that means finding a cure.
>And then you will see what may or may not come.
>Things are looking rosy at the moment. For once you have no worries or fears.
>You two might be “officially” together for only two days now, but it feels like so much longer.
>Mmhh... Maybe you just danced around each other for too long.
>Could be, but that doesn't matter.
>”Twi?”
>You could talk with Rarity about that. Now that she knows too, you have finally your to-go mare for talking about relationships back again.
>Maybe she has some advice on how to proceed from here. You feel like you are moving too fast. In the physical as well as in the emotional world... Whatever that means.
>Also you still want to ask her, if she couldn't make you some nice lingerie.
>Oh by Celestia... How nice would it be to surprise Anon in a sexy outfit. Slowly walking towards him, hips swaying and eyelashes batting...  
>But what should it be?
>”Twilight!”
>Your first idea was pretty good. A corset and stockings. Stockings are a pain in the flank to put on, but look sexy as tartarus.
>Applejack, of all ponies, owns several pairs...
>Anyhow... Rarity said that you have the perfect legs for them.  
>”TWI!”
>Huh?
>Suddenly something presses against your muzzle, making it scrunch in return.
>”Boop! Equestria to Twi, are you there?” Anon asks.
>Were they talking to you?
“Oh yeah. I'm here. Sorry I was lost in thought.”
>”Were they nice thoughts?”
>You smile.
“Yes they were. Very nice thoughts, indeed.”
>Anon returns the smile and Spike snickers.
>”Wonderful. Spike and I were arguing about which kind of ice cream we should get. Now we are can't decide between “Judge Fudge” and “Berries, Berries and even more Berries”. So you are the tie breaker. What do you want?”
“Why don't we take both? To celebrate today, so to speak?”
>”Now that's something I can get behind.” Spike says.
>Anon bops him.
>”You just want to stuff your belly with ice cream, you cheeky bloke.”
>You giggle.
“That is is his only life goal at the moment, it seems.”
>”That is not true!” Spike states, blushing a bit.
>”Hehe, yeah. You have found another one today, didn't you?”
>Anon shoots him a wink and Spike's blush intensifies.
>Huh? What's that about?
“What do you mean, Anon?”
>”N-No!” Spike stammers.
>”Don't worry about it, Twi. We just had some man-to-man talk today.” Anon says, chuckling.
>”Y-Yeah!”
>You giggle again.
“Okay then. I won't pry into it.”
>Anon takes a look at the clock.
>”Oh. It's already half past five.”
“Really?”
>”Yeah. We should start on dinner soon.”
“You're right. But I don't have much here... Like you, I forgot to buy groceries.”
>You hop off your chair and walk over to the ice box.
>Opening it, reveals nothing too exciting.
“Hmm...”
>Just a few carrots, a lonely tomato, half a zucchini and something that probably was a mushroom a long time ago.
>Yeah, the bachelorette life was not kind to you...
>Spike is okay with just eating gems, which you have in abundance.
>But you. You need real food.
“Doesn't look good. I fear we have to get something elsewhere again.”
>”I'm okay with that. What do you have in mind?”
>You ponder for a bit.
“How about hayburgers like yesterday?”
>”You guys had hayburgers?!” Spike chimes in.
>Anon nods.
>”Yep. My attempt at making an omelette ended in fire in flames, so I got us a few burgers.”
>Spike crosses his arms and pouts.
>”Meh. That's not fair! I had to play butler for the crusaders...”
>Anon chuckles and pats his head.
>”Hehe, yeah. Life isn't always fair. But it's not like it wasn't good for something, if you catch my drift.”
>The little dragon blushes.
>”You're right...”
>They bump their fists together.
>Now you really want to know what they talked about...
>Judging from his reaction, it must be something really important to him.
>Maybe about Rarity?
>Could be.
>That's pretty much the only important thing to him, besides stuffing his belly with ice cream.
>Perhaps you should just ask Anon, some time later.
>”So hayburgers it is then?”
“I'm fine with that... but I will get a salad with fried hay-nuggets from them. I can't eat the same thing twice in a row.”
>Also you should keep an eye on your weight, if you want to keep your perfect “stocking-legs”.
>”Okay then. I think, I will take something different too. How about you Spike?”
>The small dragon scratches his chin.
>Another thing he cribbed from Anon.
>”I don't know...”
>You sigh.
>That's right... He can't decide on something unless he has their menu table in front of his eyes.
>But that gave you an idea...
>An idea how you can get even more time to have fun with Anon...
“Say Spike...”
>He looks at you.
>”Yeah?”
“How about I give you some money for the food and ice cream and you go buy our food?”
>Anon's eyebrow rises. Looks like understands what you are planning.
>You shoot him a wink.
>”The ice cream too?”
“Yes. Why not?”
>”But McHay and Sucarcube Corner are so far away! I don't wanna walk so long... alone. Couldn't we go together?”
>Eh... he still isn't in this age where he wants to do everything alone, it seems.
>Also they are really far away from each other. Spike would be away for good forty minutes.
“O-Of course. What were I thinking...”
>Your boyfriend chuckles and shakes his head.
>”Why don't we go to SCC and get the ice cream, Twi. While Spike here goes to the restaurant and gets our food? So everything will be done in no time.”
>That's actually a good idea, since it would leave you with at least some time to indulge in frivolities.
>You smile and nod.
“What do you think, Spike? Is this okay with you?”
>He gives you a thumb up.
>”Yeah!”
“Wonderful. Then it settled. Let me get some money for you.”
>Materializing your bottomless bag, you take a look into it.
“Uhh...”
>Right... You bought some terribly expensive books today.
>Anon sees your distress and laughs silently, before reaching into his jacket.
>”Here you go, Spike. That's about 25 bits. Should be enough for Twi's salad and whatever you want.”
>Spike takes it.
>”And what do you eat, Anon?”
>”Eh... Good question. Hmm... I think, I will get some hayfries, a fried veggie sandwich and a small milkshake. Chocolate.”
“Uh! Uh! Uh! A milkshake for me too please!”
>That would be perfect accompaniment for your salad. Not many ponies would agree, but you are not many ponies.
>”Okay... I hope I can remember everything.”
>”You sure will. It's only three things, basically.”
>Anon gets up and stretches his arms.
>”So shall we go then? Or the strange blue pony will be there again. I have the feeling that she eats there everyday.”
>You giggle.
“Yeah. Lets go. And don't forget your bag Spike! The last time you tried to carry so much home, ended in you, feeding every bird between the restaurant and our home.”
>Spike rolls his eyes.
>”That happened ONE time! And I still don't hear the end of it!”
“Aww... Don't be like that. You are cute when you're grumpy.”
>”He sure is!” Anon says, bopping him on the shoulder.
>”Hey! I'm not cute... I'm a boy!”
>”Whatever you say, mate. But I know at least two other ponies who would disagree.”
>He shoots him a cocky grin, which makes Spike blush again.
>Intriguing... Intriguing...
>”Y-Yeah... Now we should really go. Before it's getting dark...” Spike stammers.
>He gets off his chair and exits the kitchen to get his bag. Grumbling something into his non-existent beard.
>Anon just laughs.
“What was that about?”
>He leans in closer to you ear.
>”I will tell you later, if you promise not to lose a single word about it.”
>You nod and kiss him on the cheek.
“I won't.”
>Smiling, he lifts your chin up and plants a kiss on your lips.
>Just a short one, but long enough to send a shiver down your spine.
>You will never get enough of those~
>”So can we go now, I- … Get a room, you two!”
>Anon releases your lips from his and turns to Spike.
>”Later. And yes, we can. Come, Twi.”
“Uh... Y-Yeah! Lets go!”
 
“I will just get my enchanted saddlebags, so the ice won't melt.”
>”Do that. We will wait outside, okay?” Anon says.
>You nod and nuzzle Anon's leg as you pass him. Making Spike a bit uncomfortable, judging by the look on his face.
>Seems he isn't used to your new way of treating each other yet. But he will come around.
>They exit the library and you go upstairs to your room. Where you suspect your saddlebags to be.
>At least they should be there... somewhere... in this mess.
>That Anon wasn't bothered by it, is a mystery to you. His home is always tidy and neat.
>But maybe he just didn't notice it... you both were pretty distracted at the time.
>So where to start?
>The closet? Perhaps your best bet. Everything that doesn't have a dedicated place, ends up here.
>You open it and an avalanche of dresses, unsorted books and many different kinds of mementos roll over you.
“Umpf...”
>Yeah... When you have time, you should clean up there.
>Now you just have enough spare time to roughly sort it into a few piles.
>Clothes here... books there and... things on this pile.
>Quickly, most of the stuff is separated and ready to be assorted further some time later.
>But where are they...
>!
>There they are. Buried under some clothes and dresses. Your enchanted saddlebags
>Ah the memories...
>It was literally the first enchantment you ever did by yourself after finishing Canterlot High School.
>You were so nervous that you would screw up, but it ended up nicely. No explosions or accidentally summons of rampant elementals.
>Like in your classes...
>Poor Mister Bright Horn... he never was himself again after this earth elemental destroyed his biography...
>Anyhow, the enchantment itself lets the container it enchants keep the temperature of the first thing you put into it for a reasonable long time.
>Making it essentially impossible for food to go cold or warm, depending on the food in question, for at least four hours.
>Magically cooled or heated items even longer.
>And the best thing is, that it sustains itself by ambient magical energy.
>But that's not the point. You quickly put them on and close the closet.
>Your two boys are waiting. Better get going before they get antsy.
>Just as you were to exit your room, something catches your attention.
>Is that?
>It is...
>Your old college uniform... on an even older coat hanger.
>A black blazer with a white shirt, a dark purple skirt and a pair of hind leg socks in the same colour.
>But where are the shoes that belong to it?
>You rummage through the remaining things that need to be sorted out , and indeed you find them.
>Black brogue shoes.
>Shoes aren't a common piece of equestrian clothing, but schools like to use them as part of their uniforms.
>Something they adapted from gryphonian schools.
>Does the whole ensemble still fit, you wonder?
>Anon and Spike can wait for five minutes longer. They won't starve.
>The saddlebags are discarded and piece by piece the uniform is put on.
>First the shirt and the blazer.
>The shirt is a tight fit, but you can just use a newer one you already own.
>On the other hoof, the blazer still fits like in the days you went to school.
>Which means you didn't put on too much weight since then.
>Nice~
>The skirt also poses no problem. As well as the socks  and shoes.
>You take a look into the mirror.
“Uh... If I may say so myself, I look bucking cute. Some mane styling and everypony would mistake me for a school filly!”
>School filly...
>Don't stallions like school fillies?
>And you don't mean it in the “bad way”, but in the good, fetishy way.
>You turn around and check out your flank.
>It does look pretty sexy... Especially since the skirt is now a bit too short for you.
>Revealing parts of your rump... Yeah~
>Now if only the socks would be a snippet longer. Up to your thighs or something.
>Then it would be sexy overkill.
>Yeah... Anon could like that.
>Some roleplaying to go with the uniform and the next long, kinky session is a done deal!
>You can already see it before your inner eye.
>Anon as the strict teacher and you as the tardy student...
>Who is in risk to fail her exam because of her tardiness and would do anything to safe her from this fate.
>And you mean everything~
“Oh please no, Mister Anon! Don't spank me again with your long and hard ruler~” you say, giggling.
>You give your ass a little shake.
“I promise to better myself~”
>A shudder runs down your spine. That would be so hot~
>Sadly not today though... Today has to be a quick one.
>But what could you do to still make it interesting, you won, while doffing the uniform and putting it neatly folded onto your bed.
>Hmm... You heard once, from Rarity of course, of a very special technique that is popular in the southern parts of equestria...
>Your eyes wander down your chest and belly, to your teats. But you sigh as your hopes are dashed.
>They are too small for that.
>You wouldn't want gigantic blobs like this Milky Way mare, but a little bit bigger would be nice.
>Just big enough to pleasure him with them, like the mares there do to their stallions.
>Maybe there is a spell to make them temporary bigger. You own a few “sexy” spell books.
>His seed would be wasted on your stomach though... but nothing is stopping you from lapping it up there.
>While directly looking into his eyes... Uhuhuhuhu...
>You quickly banish those thoughts from your mind, before you start dripping like a broken fountain.
>Anyways... you wasted enough time.
>You put your saddlebags back on, trot down the stairs and exit your home.
 
>Anon and Spike sit on the ground, waiting and playing this weird “Rock, Paper, Scissors” game that you always lose.
>Hooves are only able to do the stone gesture...
>They notice you and get up.
>”There you are. You took your sweet time.” Spike says.
>”Yeah... Why are you sweating? You look flushed.”
>You do?
“Ehrm... I had to rummage through my closet to find them... Sorry guys.”
>Anon pats your head.
>”No problem. Are those the enchanted saddlebags? They look cute on you.”
>Your blush intensifies.
“T-Thanks.”
>He always knows how to flatter you.
>You nuzzle his hand and beckon him to kneel down.
“I found something nice. Just you wait~” you whisper into his ear.
>”Oh you did?” he whispers back.
“Yeah~”
>”Now I can't wait.”
>With a quick peck on your forehead, he stands up again.
>”Why are you whispering? I want to know too!”
>Anon chuckles and shoves him playfully.
>”Nothing of your concern.”
>”Aww... That's not fair!”
>”I know, I know. But we really should get going now. It's getting dark already.”
>He is right. The sun starts to settle.
“Yep. Spike you know where the restaurant is?”
>The little dragon nods and points in the completely wrong direction.
>You sigh and use your magic to guide his finger to the right way.
>”Oh yeah... Hehehe.”
“It just straight ahead. You can't miss it... And please no detours. Just buy our food and head straight home afterwards. Okay?”
>”Yeppers!” he says, saluting.
>Good dragon.
>”Wonderful. We will get the ice cream in the meantime. Take care, Spike.”
>”I will. You guys take care too.”
>You giggle.
“With Anon here on my side, I'm sure that I will be perfectly fine.”
>”Human strong!” Anon says, while drumming on his chest.
“Oh you~ And Spike?”
>”Yeah?”
“If somepony starts to bother you, you know what to say?”
>He rolls his eyes.
>”That my fire breath is able to melt rocks and that they should think twice before kidnapping me.”
>That's not exactly what you told him, but it will do.
“Good. See you later, Spike.”
>”Yeah, see you guys later too.”
>And with that said, he is on his merry way.
>Anon and you look after him for a bit, before you start walking too.
>First in silence, just admiring the landscape in the dimmed, orange light that the settling light gives it.
>So beautiful... Not for all the money in equestria would you ever move away from here again.
>Especially since nopony is on the streets.
>”So what did you find then?”
>Oh he wants to know~ Though luck, because he won't.
“That's a secret, lover boy~ But you will like it. That's for sure.”
>He whistles.
>”Uhh... now I really can't wait.”
>You bump into him with your rump.
>It's nice to show affections beyond the safe borders of your homes.
“Didn't you want to tell me, what you and Spike talked about?”
>Anon nods.
>”Yep. But you must promise me to-”
“To never lose a word about it, I know. Look! I will even Pinkie promise!”
>You stop in your tracks and recite the sacred words.
"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!"
>Anon snickers and gives you a thumb up.
>”Perfect. Now I can tell you. Basically it's about Rarity.”
>Interesting. You suspected something like this.
“Rarity? Please don't tell me you gave him dating advice. Because that’s a hopeless endeavour.”
>He shakes his head.
>”Of course not. Actually I dissuaded him from going after her.”
“Really?!”
>That are wonderful news!
>You tried the same thing multiple times, and he just blocked off or ignored you.
>”Mhm. I just gave him the facts straight.”
“What did you tell him?”
>”Just that she is simply too old for him, and that she won't return his feelings. Ever.”
>Ohh... That must have hit him pretty hard.
“How did he take it?”
>Anon makes some gestures, of which you can't remember the meaning right now.
>”At first Spike was devastated, but he understood why it would never work.”
“Aww...”
>”Don't worry. After some brotherly hugs he already felt better.”
“Thanks, Anon. You're the best.”
>For the Celestia-knows how many time, you ask yourself how you deserve such a loving and perfect stallion... Err, man.
>He chuckles.
>”Hold your horses, Twi. That's not all.”
>Huh?
“It isn't?”
>”We also talked about some alternatives to Rarity~”
>Alternatives...
“What do you  mean? You didn't send him after one of my other friends, didn't you?”
>”Nope. Take a guess.”
>Hmm... Who could it be?
 
>If it isn't one of your friends, it really only could be a member of the Crusaders...
>Anon wouldn't convince to him to stop going after Rarity, just to point him into the direction of another mare who is way too old for him.
>But let's humour him for a moment.
“Is it Lyra Heartstrings?”
>”That green mare who plays lyre in the park?”
“Yes.”
>”No. She is nice, though. Easily excitable, but a friendly pony. Last month, she asked me if I have music sheets from earth.”
”She did?”
>”Uhu... She first asked thousands of questions about earthen musicians, musical genres and what not. And after I told her everything I knew, she wanted to know If I have any sheets to practice. So she could be the first pony to play alien music.”
>He chuckles.
“And did you have any?”
>”Sadly no.”
“That's a pity... I really would have liked to hear her playing music from your home. She is a talented musician, even if she is a bit underappreciated here.”
>”Yeah... she should play in Canterlot or something. Everywhere else, other than in our tiny park... For a few bits.”
“She earns most her money at festivals like the Summer Sun Celebration, though. I don't think she has to hunger.”
>”Still...”
“I know what you mean. So she had to go empty-hoofed?”
“No, I gave Lyra my MP3-player to take with her. Maybe she can work something out from that. ”
>MP3-player? Ah, yes. That is this small box that plays music.
>You once tried to reverse engineer it, because the idea of a portable music player fascinated you.
>Also you thought you could get real rich, real quick.
>But you didn't come too far, since many parts of it's inside works were controlled by... what did Anon call them? Computers? Micro Chips? One of those things.
>Equestria just isn't at the same technological level as earth, it seems.
“That's nice of you.”
>He ruffles your mane.
>”I'm just a nice person. You have two more guesses, by the way.”
“Aww! I only get three guesses?”
>”Hehe, yep. That's how it goes.”
“Okay. Hmmm.... Is it Berry Punch?”
>Anon laughs.
>”Really? The vintner?”
“Why not? She is a friendly, outgoing pony. Also she is single~”
>”Nah. I don't think she would be a suitable fillyfriend for Spike. Maybe when he is older and allowed to drink alcohol.”
“But he could get us free wine~”
>”Yeah, didn't think of that... Free wine does indeed sound nice. One more, Twi. Make it count.”
>Okay, enough fooling around.
“It's one of the Crusaders, isn't it?”
>”Exactly. You just fucked with me, didn't you?”
>You brush his lower back with your tail, making him shudder.
“Not yet, stud~ But, yes. I played with you.”
>Anon strokes from your cheek to the tip of your ear. Uhh, nice~
>”You sly little thing, you.”
“You wouldn't want me any other way!” you say, sticking your tongue out.
>”That is true. Never change, Twi.
>He beams you a smile.
>And you return it.
“Don't worry, I won't. So who is it? Scootaloo?”
>”Oh no. Scootaloo is like a little sister to me.”
“And Spike isn't good enough for her or what?”
>Your tone got a little bit angrier than you intended... But when it's about Spike, you get agitated fast.
>”I didn't mean it that way. And you know that.”
>Maybe a bit too angry.
“I'm sorry.”
>You nuzzle his leg and he scratches your mane.
>”It's okay. Well you see... With Spike being my little brother and her my little sister... it would be just weird. Also Scootaloo only sees him as a friend. I'm pretty sure of that.”
“And what makes you think so? Maybe she has a crush on him.”
>Anon shrugs.
>”Scoots already told me on who she has a crush, and it isn't Spike.”
>Her first crush, how cute.
>A filly never forgets her first crush.
>Yours was a pegasus colt in grade school. You think his name was Cloud Piercer...
>Or was it Cloud Dancer?
>Meh... that doesn't matter. You never asked him out anyway.
“And who is the lucky colt?”
>”Sorry, Twi. I promised not to tell.”
>His hand locks an invisible lock before his mouth and throws the key away.
“No problem. You are a good big brother. Both are incredibly lucky to have you.”
>”Thanks. I'm trying my best.” he says, smiling at you.
>And maybe an even better father...
>Well, well, well...
>Anyways.
“Who is it then? Applebloom or Sweetie Belle?”
>”It's Sweetie.”
>What?
“But she just exploits him all the time! Are you sure?”
>”She doesn't exploit him, Twi. Judging from the things Spike told me, she has a huge crush on him.”
“Really?”
>”Yeah. She just wants to spend as much time with him as she can. Sweetie even made her friends play along. For example, whenever they have to split into groups for crusading or something else, Applebloom and Scoots always team up instantly. So Sweetie and Spike can have some alone time.”
>Oh wow... You didn't know that. Spike just told you, how tiring and needy she sometimes is.
>”And once, she even bought cake for a “date” in the park.”
“Okay... He never told me this.”
>Anon chuckles.
“Hehe. That's because he couldn't see the meaning behind her actions. I had to help him open his eyes.”
>Yeah, that sounds like Spike. Oblivious little dragon.
>”Also...”
“Yes?”
>”You are basically his mother. No boy of his age likes to talk about those things with his mom. Even if he knew what was going on.”
>He is right. You too rather talked with Shining about your problems than your parents.
>And you are pretty close with them.
>You snicker and then sigh.
“Ah... that's nice for him. I'm just glad that he isn't running after Rarity any more.”
>”Me too. We both know it would just have ended very badly.”
“Indeed... So Sweetie likes him. Does he like her too?”
>”Hmm.. he isn't exactly sure of this yet. But he certainly enjoyed the time he spent with her, and will give her a chance.”
“Maybe they will be just like us~” you say, giggling.
>Anon shoots you a confused look.
>”What do you mean?”
“Aww come on now. You're a human, I'm a pony. He is a dragon, she is a pony. Don't you see it?”
>His face lights up.
>”Yeah! You mean an interspecies couple.”
“Exactly~ Ponyville's second to be precise. Wouldn't that be nice?”
>”It would. Our relationship isn't official yet, though...”
“Doesn't change the fact that we enjoy being together.”
>”That's right. Even if it took a while to get to this point.”
“Yeah... Looking back at it, it's pretty silly. It needed a stupid addiction to bring us together... Hmm...”
>”Something on your mind, Twi?”
>Actually, yes.
“Can I ask you something, Anon?”
>”You just did, but go ahead.”
“Oh you~ So...”
>”So?”
“Did you like me before... well, this incident?”
 
>He looks at you for a short moment, but soon averts his eyes from you again.
>”To be honest... I don't know.”
>Anon sighs.
>”I mean I always liked you, but in a romantic way? Maybe not as long as you, or I might wish... Sorry to disappoint you.”
>You rub your face against his hand.
”I'm not mad or disappointed, don't worry.”
>Smiling at you, he scratches behind your ear and you lean into his caressing.
>”Thanks. So did you?”
>Blushing, you direct your gaze onto the ground.
“Y-Yes.”
>Now he blushes too.
>”Really? Since when?”
>Good question... You can't really spot a particular point in time where it began.
>Just when you began questioning your friendship to him.
“Remember last year? Our first movie night?”
>He nods.
>”Yes... We watched Reservoir Dogs, if I'm not mistaken. Also it was a terribly cold night.”
“Exactly... Before that I already had thoughts about you. Nothing special, just you popping into my mind from time to time.”
>”O-Okay.”
“And when you asked me the day before, I felt incredible happy and giddy for some reason. At first I thought it was because of the movie but that soon proved itself wrong...”
>You take a deep breath.
“When I arrived at your house and wanted to knock, my hoof stopped an inch before the wood... I started to wonder if I looked good enough and if I shouldn't have put on a nice dress or at least a bow or something...”
>”You would look cute with a bow. Now that I think of it, I have never seen you wearing one.”
>Your blush intensifies.
“Oh you~ Stop it~ But if you want, I can wear one some day.”
>”I would like that very much. But I interrupted you, go on”
“No problem. So yeah, there I stood, pondering if I shouldn't go back and pretty myself up and I nearly were about to turn when you opened your door.”
>The image of him standing in his door frame is still etched into your mind. You don't know why. Maybe it was the light of the setting sun that shone on him, maybe it was the whole situation.
“You greeted me like you always did... With a hug and then I realized why I some times have to think about you...”
>Anon is listening intently.
“I realized that I loved you... or at least liked you more than somepony should like a friend...”
>”Oh wow...”
“Hehe... yah. And the fact that it was so awfully cold that night and we had to cuddle up under a blanket didn't help.”
>He chuckles.
>”Now I understand why were so contact shy that evening. I thought I stank or was in some other way unpleasant.”
”Oh no. To be honest, I love your scent. Particularly if you have sweated a bit. It emphasizes your masculinity and the pheromones in it drive me wild... To make a long story short, you just smell like the perfect mate to me.”
>”I do?”
“Mhm. My friends say, you smell like nothing special. But for me... yeah.  It's strange , isn't it?”
>Anon shrugs.
>”Sorry, Twi. I can't really relate to that. Humans don't have the same perceive of smell like you ponies do. I can just say that you smell really nice.”
>You giggle.
“Thanks~ Sadly you can't smell my pheromones. If you could, you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of me~”
>“But I already can't do that now, cutie~”
>A stray finger travels down your spine to your tail. Sending a pleasant shudder through your body.
“Stop it~”
>”Make me.” he says, shooting you a brash grin.
“I could... But it would involve kissing you into submission.”
>”You make it sound like I wouldn't want that.”
“You probably would~ And me too~” you say giggling seductively.
>Or as seductive as giggling can be.
>”We should probably before I have to pull you into a dark alley...”
>Oh my~
“Why not~? The streets are empty, sugar.”
>Loosening his collar, he looks around him... Is he seriously cons-
>Suddenly he picks you up and runs into a nearby side street.
“Anon!”
>Instead of answering you, he plants a rough kiss on your lips.
>So wild and feral...
>You close your eyes and let it happen. Your hooves embracing his neck pulling him closer to you.
>Hopefully he doesn't run into something...
 
>Soon, Anon and you are far into the alley.
>Breaking the kiss you gaze into his eyes.
>They shine and twinkle like a ferocious fire burns in them...
“Anon... you wild thing. What were you thinking?”
>He grins.
>”Just what you were suggesting, Twi.”
>His hand reposition themselves to your hips, groping your flanks..
>You are now face to face with him. Your already wet marehood in front of his crotch and your front hooves on his shoulders...
>That dirty talk beforehand really got you going...
“And you thought, I was serious?” you whisper.
>”Yeah. But if you want to stop we can always turn back.”
“No. Take me now or lose me forever, stud...”
>”I love it when you call me that.”
>You move your muzzle to his hear. Breathing into it.
“Oh, you do? Because it's true. You put every stallion in Equestria to shame.”
>”And you every girl on earth.”
>By Celestia you are so ready.
“I want you.”
>”Then let's waste no time.”
>He unzips his pants and fiddles with his underwear.
>Your eyes wander down... you want to see it going in.
>Finally he has his hard cock in his hand and rubs it against your lips.
“Yah... “
>”You have to be quiet, Twi. Or...”
“I know... Just put it in. I can't wait any longer.”
>”Me neither.”
>His glans prods your entrance and he grabs your rump again..
>You can't really do much in this position. Even your hips are barely able of any movement.
“I love you.”
>”I love you too.”
>And with that said, he thrust forward. His whole length hilting almost instantly inside you.
>Your mouth opens for a scream of pleasure, but he seals it quickly with his own.
>Good reaction...
“Mmhmm...”
>Slow at first he begins to penetrate you. His dick parting your inner walls with every advance.
>His tongue pries your lips open... So forward~ Normally that's your job.
>You happily let it to that, meeting it with yours once it's inside.
>They intertwine and snake around each other, like it's the last day on Equus.
>No spot they leave unexplored or untouched.
>One of his forearm slides under your flanks, carrying now your entire weight and freeing his other arm.
>Which wanders up your barrel to your neck. Gently letting it's nails sink into the skin there.
>You moan into his mouth.
>There it is again~
>”Run! Run! Run!” your brain screams.
>But it can buck itself...
>He breaks the seal of your lips and looks at you.
>”Be quiet, my love.”
>You nod to show that you understood.
>My love... Hearing that made your heart flutter.
>Anon increases his pace.
>Each thrust eliciting a quiet moan of you and sending you nearer to the edge.
“Hnngaah... Anon...”
>This is so... lewd. Doing it here in public.
>Any moment now, somepony could walk in to throw away his tra-
“Yaah!”
>A particular hard impact against your sensible marehood interrupted your train of thoughts.
>Hilting is the best thing ever...
>You both start to breath faster and shallower.
>...To throw away his trash or something and catch you in the act.
>And the fear of being caught makes it so incredible hot.
“F-Faster...”
>And he complies.
>Switching from controlled and heavier to faster and and stronger thrusts.
>Slamming his pelvic bone hard against your lips and clit, every time he fully enters you.
>Your nectar runs drips freely out of your marehood, hitting the ground beneath with a soft splash noise
>So naughty... Hopefully somepony will find the mess you created and wonder what happened here
>Yeah~ That thought alone makes you wink faster.
>Letting it push out even more fluids.
>Anon is sweating like crazy....
>You should do something too.
>So you begin rhythmically massage his cock in unison with it's movements.
>Clenching down on it once it's hilted and pulling it back when it tries to exit you.
>Creating a suction effect.
>”Hnng.. Twi.”
“Quiet, lover boy.”
>He smiles at you.
>Anon now has to put in real effort, if he wants to pull back out.
>Rubbing his length against all the right spots while he does it.
>You close your eyes and enjoy the sensations.
“Yah... Mmmhhh.... So good.” you whisper.
>This is heaven...
>His hand claws down your neck. Running over the small bite wound he gave you before.
>It hurts a bit, but also increases the feeling of vulnerability.
“Nnnaah... My cut... Againnghh... Again..”
>It's fingers dance around the incision. Probing and carefully boring into it.
>Reflexive your marehood clamps down even harder on his cock. Locking it in place.
>Anon barely manages to suppress what could have been a rather loud moan.
>That's the stuff~
>Grunting he manages to pull it out again.
>Only to impale you once more.
“Hnngaa!”
>”Twi, I'm close.”
>Wonderful.
“Me too... Do it inside. Fill me up with your hot cum. I want aachh... every drop of it.”
>”Your wish is my command.”
>One last time he increases the velocity of his thrusts.
>Sliding in and out of you in an insane speed and breathing heavily as he works against the efforts of your marehood to keep him inside.
“Hah! Hah! Hah!”
>You put one hoof into your mouth... Better safe than sorry.
>So close... You are so close.
>The outlines of his face begin to blur and your breathing gets irregular.
“Mmmmhh!”
>The desire to have his seed inside your womb is staggeringly high. But not because of the addiction.
>Oh no... That is sated from before.
>But because of you wanting him to be the father of your foals.
>He would be perfect...
>”Twi!”
>And with one final push it's all over.
>You feel his penis twitch and jerk inside your tightly enclosed pussy,
>Anon shudders and let's loose.
>Spurt after spurt if his semen splatters against your cervix. Ultimately pushing you over to edge.
>Your head jolts back and you bite into your hoof,
>Trying your hardest not to scream in ecstasy.
>The orgasm is mind shattering. You can only see blue and pink blurry stars dancing before your eyes.
>Your whole body trembles and rocks in Anon's strong arms as your marehood gushes out torrents of your own cum.
>It splashes into the small puddle beneath your hips.
>And it doesn't stop~ Anon is still cumming inside you. Painting your insides white with his seed.
>Looks like your spell still has enough sustenance.
>It forces itself out of you, joining the gathering of your and Anon's fluids.
“Hnngggg...!”
>”Hach...!”
>But even the most beautiful things must end, and so does this orgasm
>Finally Anon has stopped ejaculating and you can feel his member shrinking inside you.
>Slowly he pulls out, exiting your marehood with a silent plop.
>A bit of his cum leaking out of you, but you quickly seal it up.
>So full~
>You regain your senses and manage to look into your boyfriends eyes.
>He is panting hard, but smiling contently.
“That was wonderful...”
>”Yeah.”
>You plant a quick peck on his lips.
“I love you, stud.”
>”Love you too, my Love.”
 
“Could you set me down please? My back kinda hurts.”
>”Of course. Sorry.”
>You giggle and wave him off.
“Don't worry. It was worth a mild back strain.”
>”Hehe okay. Here you go...”
>Anon lowers your body so you can get on your four hooves.
>Which are still a bit wobbly...
“Whoa~”
>But you manage to stand without falling over.
>”Careful, Twi.”
>A little stretching could do you some good. So you do that.
>Your rump in the air and your head on the ground. Just like Rainbow showed you.
>A few vertebrae pop.
“Nice. All better now.”
>”Perfect. Now we really have to hurry.” Anon says, while closing and zipping his pants again.
“Not my fault that you took me seriously~”
>You shoot him a wink.
>”Don't act like you didn't enjoyed this too. Come here for a bit. Lemme fix your mane. It' all messy.”
>He runs a hand through the streaks of your mane. Straightening and putting all the off standing hairs back where they belong.
>Simultaneously his fingers massage your scalp, making you coo.
“Ooohh~”
>”Stay still, Twi. Or els-”
>Suddenly the nearby trash cans rattle audibly.
>A silent voice can be heard:
>”Oh no...”
>Instantly Anon retrieves his hand and turns to the source of the noise.
>D-Did somepony watch you?!
>By Celestia please no... Why did you take such a stupid risk?
>Your heart beats faster and faster
>”Who is there? Show yourself!” Anon yells, his tone strict and a bit angry.
>Who could it be?
>Slowly a stooped form emerges from it's metallic hiding place.
>”Uhh... Hi Anon and Twilight...” it says.
 
>You can't believe it.
“Fluttershy?!”
>”Fluttershy?!”
>The buttery mare winces and hides her beet-red face behind her long mane.
>”Uhm... Hi?”
>She is trembling quite a bit.
>It's obvious that the whole situation makes her more than uncomfortable, but you don't realize this.
>You take a few steps towards her, but she backs up.
“Were you following us?!”
>Your voice is high-pitched and shaky.
>Words cannot describe what you feel right now.
>Another one of your friends found out of your relationship to Anon. And in the worst possible way imaginable.
>By watching you having intercourse with him. Even if you shouldn't have done it publicly like that.
>But still, she should have left once she saw what was going on. There is no excuse for that!
“T-Tell me!”
>Fluttershy curls into a yellow ball.
>”Eeeep!”
>Anon sees her distress and shoves you back. Creating some distance between the agitated you and the huddling pony
“H-Hey!”
>His hand makes some gestures that you interpret as: “It's okay. Calm down and let me handle this.”
>You nod. It's probably better this way... You are far too emotionally shaken for this.
>”Flutters...” he says in a calm and soft voice.
>He kneels down, to be at eye level with her.
>This seems to help her relax since she looks at him instead of the ground.
>”We are not mad at you. Right, Twi?”
“Y-Yeah... Just a bit surprised... and shocked.” you lie.
>Of course, you are mad! Why did she follow you in the first place?!
>”I'm... I'm sorry.” she nervously stammers.
>”It's okay. Just tell us what you did behind these garbage bins.”
>”Uhm... I...”
“Tell us already!”
>Fluttershy winces again.
>”Twi!”
>Anon shoots you an angry glare.
>So you shut your trap.
>Your boyfriend sighs and shakes his head.
>”I think we first should get out of this dark alley... There is a bench nearby. Let's go there to discuss this.”
>She meekly nods and  Anon gets up. Gently pushing your side to make you go with him as he passes you.
>You take one last look at Fluttershy, who also got on her hooves but is still averting any kind of eye contact, before following him out of the alley.
>...
>There it is. The bench he mentioned.
>Anon is already sitting on it and you join him.
>One of his hands runs idly along your back.
>”Calm down, Twi. I can understand your anger, but this is Fluttershy. If you keep yelling at her like that, she just will lock up again.”
>You exhale.
“I know. I acted in the heat of the moment... It's okay now.”
>”Wonderful.”
>No... That’s the total opposite of wonderful. Why did this have to happen?
>Your stomach feels sick and you don't know what to think or say.
>Not only is this bucking embarrassing but also could have ended far worse.
>You don't even want to think what could happen if this wasn't Fluttershy.
>After a short while the mare in question shuffles out of the side street.
>Stopping and beginning to tremble again, once she sees you.
>Anon beckons her over with a smile.
>How he can be so calm and collected after this, is a mystery to you.
>Either way he just doesn't give one fuck, to use his words, or he is really good  at hiding his emotions.
>Slow but steady she manages to put one hoof after another. And after what felt like a small eternity she finally reaches the bench and flutters onto it.
>Next to your boyfriend, of course. You wouldn't want to sit besides you too, if you were in her hide.
>Naturally she isn't looking at either one of you. Just at the ground, nervously pawing the wooden surface of the bench.
>”So...” Anon says.
>She tenses up.
>”What were you doing back there?”
 
>Her blush intensifies once more.
>”You see... Uhm... Well... Firstly I didn't follow you! I mean, I did! But...Ehrm... not to watch you... Sorry.”
>Oh by Celestia, spit it out already!
>You know that she is shy and timid and what not, but some times her behaviour really gets on your nerves.
>”Calm down, Flutters. I know you didn't do this on purpose.”
>She looks at him.
>”I would never!”
>”I know. But why were you back there then?” Anon asks.
>And her gaze is back on the ground again. Her muzzle scrunched up and her lower lip quivering.
>Now that you see it, a scrunch is really pretty damn adorable.
>Anon puts a hand on her withers.
>She first tenses up even more but eventually relaxes once he begins to pet her a bit.
>Her mouth opens, but no words come out.
>You sigh.
>Fluttershy still must be a bit shaken from you yelling at her.
“Fluttershy...”
>Your voice is now much softer and calmer. You try your best to bury your anger and shock.
>Still it's a bit jittery. But can't do much about it in the moment.
“Everything is okay. I'm not mad at you any more. And I'm sorry for yelling at you.”
>You really aren't. You are just angry at yourself, for letting your urges get the better of you.
“Now tell us... please.”
>Beaming her a smile, she exhales and returns it once she sees it.
>”Don't be. I would be mad too, if you... well you know. Caught me.”
>She makes some very crude gestures with her hooves.
>Anon and you chuckle.
>A very strange situation indeed. First despair and now laughter.
>She turns around to face you.
>”Well, you see. Angel Bunny wanted a special salad and I was flying into town to  get a few ingredients for it that I'm missing.”
>Fluttershy pulls out a small paper bag.
>”Mainly cherries and star fruits. Also some herbs like...”
>Her snout rummages through the bag.
>Anon snips his fingers, which makes her go “eep!”.
>You giggle.
>So easy to scare.
>”That's all nice and dandy. But that's not the point, Flutters.”
>”Oh yeah...”
>Quickly she stores the bag away again.
>”Sorry.”
“No problem. Just get to the point, please.”
>”I will. Of course....”
>Now she is nervous again. Perfect.
>”Okay... I was on my way home when I saw Anon and you. Talking and … Uhm.... touching each other?”
“Go on...”
>You rub your temples.
>Getting information out of Fluttershy was always a pain in the flank. Especially when it's about something that embarrasses or makes her uncomfortable.
>One time she visited you in your library to get a book. But didn't say what book she wanted.
>You spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what book she wanted from the very little information she gave you.
>And in the end it was a mildly erotic, romantic novel that just came out at the time.
>”A feather in the wind”? Or something like that.
>It was an incredibly cheesy, but cute love story about two pegasi.
>Anyways... she continues.
>”And I wanted to ask you if my... Uhm book already arrived. “
>Another blush.
>Ah, yes. Another mildly erotic, romantic novel. “Storm of Love”.
>She is a sucker for these kind of stories.
>”But before I could do that, Anon already grabbed you and ran into the alley. I thought you were in a hurry or something and flew to the other side to intercept you two...”
>Fluttershy fiddles with her hooves.
>”There I waited for a minute... and then heard strange noises coming from the side street... I was worried that you fell and hurt yourselves so I went in to investigate... and then Erhm...”
>Anon waves her off.
>”Let me guess. You saw us... well going at it and hid behind the garbage cans?”
>She nods.
>”Yeah... Sorry.”
>You and Anon sigh.
“There is no use crying over spilled milk...”
>”Exactly.” Anon states.
>An uncomfortable silence arises.
>For some reason you have to think about Scootaloo... Arise... strange word. But why?
>No one wants to look at each other.
>What to do? What to say? Such a circumstance is new to you.
>But much to your surprise, the yellow mare breaks it.
>”Uhm... So does that mean now...”
>”Yes, Flutters?”
>You look at her.
>”Are you a couple now? Or just... how did Rarity call this... Fuck buddies?”
“W-What?”
 
>Now you have to blush.
>And not because of her supposing that Anon and you are together...
>But because of the last two words he spoke.
>F-Fuck buddies?
>Somehow this destroys her whole perception of her...
>Hearing such... crude words from her mouth.
>The mare that can barely express her taste in written erotica, knowing what this is.
>Why does this even bother you so much?!
>It's like your whole  perception of her just collapsed like a house of cards.
>But she is an adult mare... with a probably healthy sex drive.
>Even if you can't imagine her ever doing anything more serious than holding hooves...
>”Oohh... Isn't this the right term? Sorry if I messed up...”
>Anon is trying hard not to break out laughing.
“It is the right term...”
>She smiles.
>”Okay then! So are you?”
>You begin to doubt if Rarity is good company for her. She never was so nosy before she started to hang out with the local dressmaker...
“T-That is really none of you concern... But... No, we aren't.”
>Hopefully she will understand, without you speaking it out.
>Her face lights up and her smile gets even bigger.
>”So that means....?!”
>Your boyfriend ruffles her mane.
>”Exactly.”
>You smile back at her.
“Yeah... we are a couple now.”
>She inhales a great deal of air and leans back.
>If this would be any other pony, you would have to intervene now. But this is Fluttershy.
>Even her loudest scream is the volume of anypony else talking normally.
>”Yay~!”
>Fluttershy leaps towards Anon and hugs him.
>”I'm so happy for you two!”
>He chuckles and returns the embrace.
>Hmpf... now you feel left out.
>”Thanks, Flutters”
>She retrieves her body and alternates between looking at you and Anon.
>”Since when, if I may ask.”
“You may. And basically since yesterday... Happened all too fast. But that's a story for another day.”
>Or never.
>”Oh my... Now I feel really bad for interrupting you.”
>”You didn't really interrupt us... we were finished anyway.”
“Anon!”
>”What? We were!”
“Yes. But she didn't need confirmation for that!”
>”Come on, Twi. She probably figured that out already.”
>”Uhu...” Fluttershy chimes in. “That's why I attempted my escape when you two were in the afterglow...”
>Stop destroying my view of you! You have to be shy and innocent and pure!
>”See?” Anon states
>You nod and sigh.
“Yeah... We shouldn’t have done this in the first place. So we are to blame.”
>She waves her hoof at you.
>”Oh no. I can understand you.”
>Huh? Really?
“You can?”
>Fluttershy nods, smiling.
>”Yes. Sometimes I catch my animals doing all sorts of... Uhm... kinky...” she blushes, ”things behind my hut or in the nearby woods. It's only natural to give in when you feel the love in the air.”
>Oh, okay... You almost thought she had personal experiences with exhibitionism.
>But that would be ridiculous.
“Ehehe... okay. But could we please change the subject? It's making me kinda uncomfortable.”
>”Yeah... me too.” Anon says, scratching the back of his head.
>Her blush intensifies.
>”Of course. Sorry...”
>Anon bops her.
>”Don't be. Like Twi said, our fault.”
“Yep. But we are lucky that you were the pony to catch us. And not somepony else. THAT would have been embarrassing!”
>The yellow pegasus giggles.
>”Mhm! And don't worry. Nopony will hear a word from me about this.”
>You didn't expect anything else from her, but still you are relieved.
>Not that she would be able to speak about it, without ending up furiously blushing and stammering  anyway.
“Thanks, Fluttershy. And can you promise something else too?”
>”Of course.”
“Promise us not to tell anypony that Anon and I are together now.”
>She tilts her head sideways in confusion.
>Anon daww's.
“Hey! No d'awwing at other mares!”
>He shakes his head and pets your head.
>”Sorry. She just looked so adorable doing that.”
>Good job. Now she has to blush even more.
>”Uhm... Ehm... Thanks?” she stammers, hiding her face behind her mane.
“You are forgiven.”
>You nuzzle his hand a bit and turn your attention back to Fluttershy.
“So can you promise us that?”
>She meekly nods. Slowly emerging from her hairy fortress.
>”Y-Yes... But why? If you are okay, with me asking you this... I mean.”
>Looks, like the old 'Shy is back.
>Anon stays silent.
“Because we want to first see if it works out. And for the time being we are only telling our friends.”
>And then he titters to himself.
>Pfft...
“You were next on the list, but you found out by yourself...”
>Fluttershy does this weird apologetic squee of hers.
“Now only Applejack doesn't know about us. The rest is inducted and promised not to spread the news either.”
>She listens intently and nods after every few words.
>A little lie cannot hurt. Technically it isn't even a lie, just a small change to your previous plans.
>From telling nopony to telling some ponies.
>You can live with that.
“So can you do that for us?”
>Her smile returns.
>”Certainly! My lips are sealed!”
“Wonderful. Thank you, Fluttershy.”
>”Yep, thanks Flutters!”
>”No problem. Uhm...”
“Hmm?”
>”What I wanted to ask... is my book here yet?”
>Ah, yes . Of course. The original reason she wanted to talk to you.
“Yes. I still have to unpack it, though. You can fetch it tomorrow.”
>She paws the bench.
>”I kinda wanted to read it today... If that’s possible...”
>You would say that she is blushing again, but she never stopped doing that.
>A quick, sneaky peek in her open saddlebags reveals that she bought scented candles and lotion...
>Looks like Fluttershy has a date with her hoof this evening.
>What they write in these novels would be too softcore for you, but hey. To each his own.
“Okay. If you want you can come by later this evening. After dinner... so let's say around seven?”
>Her eyes twinkle.
>”Really? Thank you, Twilight!”
>Her wings take her a few centimetres in the air and she performs a really cute twirl.
>”Aww...”
>You poke your boyfriend in the ribs.
>”Ah!” he yelps.
“Bad Anon! What did I say?”
>He looks at you and sticks his tongue out.
>”Yeah, yeah. No finding other mares cute. I get it.”
>Fluttershy lands on the ground and giggles.
>”Oh my. You are a cute couple.”
“Oh... ah... Thank you.” you stutter.
>She closes her saddlebags and puts them on, before beaming a soft smile at you.
>”I'm just stating the obvious. I can feel that you are going to make each other very happy.”
>”We are trying our best.” Anon says, throwing an arm around your withers and pulling you close to him.
“A-Anon... we are still in public...”
>”I know, I know. But I hugged you in public before, didn't I?”
>You blush.
“Y-Yeah, I guess.”
>Fluttershy fastens the straps on her bag.
>”I'm going to leave you two love birds alone now. Have a nice evening.”
>”You too, Flutters.”
“T-Thanks. Don't forget to come by later.”
>She nods and smiles.
>”I won't. Take care.”
>”Bye!”
“Till later then...”
>She spreads her wings and takes off.
>Anon waves goodbye to her.
>You just watch her form getting smaller and smaller as she vanishes into the distance.
>After she completely is out of sight, your head droops and you sigh.
>”Well...” he states.
“Well...”
>Silence.
“Let's just forget this ever happened okay?”
>”I agree with you.”
>He gets up and holds a hand out for you.
>Such a gentlecolt. You grab it and glide off the bench.
“Thanks.”
>”You're welcome. Now lets hurry before Sugarcube Corner closes.”
“Mhm... Spike will be home soon too. And I really don't trust him with our food.”
>Anon shrugs.
>”Atleast he didn't buy any vegetables.”
>Huh?
“What do you mea-”
>The realization what he meant hits you.
“Oh stop it, you~!”
 
>You continue on your quest to get ice cream.
>SCC is not terribly far away now. Maybe five minutes, give or take.
>Your sexcapade took … hmm... around five minutes too.
>So being home before Spike should pose no problem. Nice.
>But...
>Now that you think about it, doing it in public was a pretty stupid idea. Celestia knows what could have happened.
>You don't even want to think about it. Oh my, oh my ...
>Nevertheless it was hot. You wouldn't mind doing it again some time.
“Anon?”
>”Yes, Twi?”
“We have to be more careful next time.”
>”I know... wait, what? Next time? Does that mean you want to do it again?”
>He shoots you a confused look.
“Mhm. It was pretty exciting, wasn't it?”
>”It was... But I didn't really think you were interested in repeating this, after... well you know.”
>You giggle.
“Nah~ To be honest, the fear of being caught made it more intense. Don't you think?”
>”You are right. It was quite intense.”
“I'm always right! You should know that by now!”
>He ruffles your mane.
>”Hehe, yeah. Sorry, oh all-knowing horned horse. Forgive me my ignorance.”
“Horse?”
>”My bad. I meant pony.”
“Better. And you are forgiven... again.”
>Anon's whole upper body collapses in overly mocked relief.
>”Thank you, and your magnanimity that knows no bounds!”
“Stop it! Seriously~”
>You gently whip his butt with your tail. A quiet crack noise can be heard.
>”Hey!”
>And again.
>”Stop, Twi.”
“No~”
>And another soft lash against his cheeks.
>But before your tail could connect, he grabs it mid-flight.
>”Bad pony! Bad!”
>You pout.
“Pfft... I wouldn't mind, if you spanked me. Why do you?”
>He smirks.
>”Oh really? Good to know. Anonymous will remember that.”
>What? Probably just another of his silly human references.
>Giggling, you wiggle your tail out of his grasp.
“Uhu~”
>His gaze wanders south, to your exposed flanks. So you give them a little shake.
“Like what you see?”
>The grin on his lips grows wider before suddenly vanishing completely.
>Huh?
“What's the matter, Anon?”
>”Uhm... Twi?”
“Yeah?”
>He gulps.
>”You are kinda leaking...”
>What?!
“What?!”
>You yank your head around and indeed...
>A trail of his cum is left in your wake. Not much, but still enough to bring you in a very embarrassing situation if somepony noticed and asked you about it.
>Quickly, you scan your surroundings.
>Phew... Nopony around.
“Buck. Luckily we are alone on the streets.”
>Celestia bless home time and the laziness of the ponies to leave their home after it.
>”Yeah... Can you... you know, seal it up?”
>You nod.
“Yes. But just to be safe, you should go into Sucarcube Corner without me. I will wait outside.”
>”Better safe than sorry, eh?”
“Exactly.”
>You contract your muscles and plug the leakage.
>Wiggling your butt a bit to see if something is still coming out, you let it through the nod.
>Yep, completely and tightly sealed off.
>This will take some concentration and energy to keep up, but you will manage.
“Okay... now let's leave as fast as possible, before we get company.”
>”Let's.”
>And with that said you both are on your way again.
>In a matter of no time the “streets of shame” are left behind you.
>Streets of Shame? Wasn't this a movie you watched with Anon?
>You are pretty sure of that.
>If you are not mistaken, it was about prostitution and an incredible cruel drama.
>The nights after that you had trouble finding sleep.
>Anyway...
>There it is.
>Sugarcube Corner.
>And it has still open. Good.
“You know which ice cream to buy?”
>He rolls his eyes.
>”Yes, mom. Judge Fudge and the berry thing.”
>Snickering you swat a hoof at him.
“Wonderful. Buy a small tub of each, and get some gem sprinkles for Spike too. He loves that stuff.”
>”Will do.” he says, bowing.
“Silly you. Now git!”
 
>The door bell chimes and Anon enters the bakery.
>You take a look through the window.
>Hmm... Three other ponies are waiting in line and only Mr. Cake is behind the counter.
>Also he looks seriously distracted... His gaze wanders down every once in a while.
>Strange.
>Did he just wince and tense up? You wonder if he's in pain or something.
>Meh. Doesn't really interest nor bother you, so you turn around and sit down on your haunches.
“Hmpf...”
>This day totally didn't go like you wanted it to go.
>First Pinkie, then Rainbow, Rarity and Fluttershy.
>All know.
>Tomorrow you will have to tell Applejack, or else she will feel left out.
>She's a bit conservative, but you don't fear that she will have anything against your relationship with Anon.
>She likes him well enough and even didn't say anything when Anon started staring at her flank.
>He still thinks that this is some well hidden secret of his, but everypony knows.
>You giggle internally.
>Oh my...
>A part of you wishes that it was your flank instead, but you can't blame him.
>Applejack really has a nice rump.
>All the hard physical labour helped with that.
>You look at yours.
>Mmmhhh...
>And poke it with a hoof.
>Not too bad either. A bit soft, but still firm. And if Anon didn't like it, he wouldn't fondle it so much.
>So no reason to worry.
>You begin to whistle.
>Nothing particular, just a song that came to your mind in this moment.
>Waiting is boring, without a book to read.
>Your hooves start to drum the beat on the ground
>Pat... Pat. Pat... Pat... Pat. Pat. Pat... Pat. Pat.
“Seven branches on my window~” you quietly sing to yourself.
>What else is on the to do list today?
>Nothing much...
>Dinner, maybe a bit of cuddling with Anon before he has to go and then waiting for Spike to go to bed so you can start working on the cure.
“Waiting for the sun to come around~”
>You will probably start with the inexpensive stuff.
>Not like the last test series... Where you used all the expensive gems and metals first, since you thought that they will surely yield results.
“Take this on an empty stomach~”
>And in the end, the thing that started the reaction was a bucking ruby. A ruby!
>A five bits per pound, ruby.
“Waiting for the spring to come around~”
>To this day, you could still slap yourself for this.
“Saaaaave yourself~”
>Your singing got a bit louder.
>Around one hundred fifty bits thrown out the window.
“By the way~”
>Pat. Pat. Pat... Pat.
>Like Anon said... There is no use crying over spilled milk, but still.
>You could have bought something really nice with that money.
“Never riiiide alone~”
>More scientific or spell books for example
>Or a better and newer ice box for your kitchen.
>Your old one is really shitty. It doesn't hold the cold as good as it used to do.
“Take me down easy~”
>A new couch would have been good too.
>Or a chaiselongue, like Rarity has.
“I can't stand the sight or the smell~”
>Generally she has a good taste when it comes to furniture and decoration.
“It's getting harder and harder and harder and harder... to tell~”
>You should really get some furnishing and amenity tips from her.
“Tell me when the blood stops flowing~”
>Oh wow... you are an unstoppable singing machine.
“Let it rest. It's run to the ground~”
>A Pony exits the store.
>Hey it's Cheerilee, the school teacher.
>She smiles and nods at you, and you return the gestures.
>Friendly mare. It's a wonder that she is still single.
“Just in case the dogs are feeding~” you continue singing, while checking on Anon through the window.
>Still two more ponies before Anon.
>Why is Mr. Cake so distracted? He can't stand still... What is going on under the counter?
>Perhaps his legs hurt. He has to stand the whole day.
>You shift your attention back to the streets.
>Nothing happening there either...
“Shut the door so they don't hear the sound~”
>Ah yes... Cheerilee.
>If you would be a stallion, you would be all over her.
>Child friendly, pretty, intelligent and her hips.
>Oh Celestia her hips...
>You could smother all kinds of small animals with them.
>Pat... Pat. Pat. Pat... Pat. Pat... Pat.
“Save yourself~”
>But you are sure that she will find somepony soon.
“By the way~”
>The doorbell chimes again.
>Another pony passes by you.
>Shooting you a strange look...
>Never saw somepony singing on the street, or what?
“NEVER RIDE ALONE~”
>Hah! Extra loud! Just for you.
>She shakes her head and trots away.
>Pfft... You are a strong and independent zebrican mare, that don't need no audience!
>Or something like that.
“Show me no quarter~”
>Your stomach grumbles.
>Man are you hungry... The banana kaboom was nice but not especially filling.
“I can't stand the sight or smell~”
>Well, it's basically just pop rock candy with a bit of dough. So no wonder.
>But good nevertheless.
“It's getting harder and harder and harder and harder.. to tell~”
>What was even the name of this song? You just know that it's one from Anon's world.
>Let's check on Anon.
>One pony more... but he already got his order.
“Put me to pasture~”
>Huh?
>Did Mr. Cake just collapse onto the counter?
>Hopefully nothing happe-
>Oh he returns to an upright position. Phew.
>Anon seems to laugh and then turns around.
>Waving at you and you wave back at him.
>Uhh....? Is this Mrs. Cakes tail that wanders towards the kitchen?
>Did they? Oh no they can't.
>You probably misinterpreted that. The Cakes are a fairly boring couple. Nice, but boring.
>So back to singing.
“I can't stand the sight or smell~”
>How silly would that be? Heh.
>Mrs. Cake sucking her husband off while he has to serve customers.
>Trying desperately not to start moaning or losing his composure.
>Ridiculous... but in some way hot.
>The door opens again and Anon comes out of it, a bag in his hands.
“It's getting harder and harder and harder and harder.. to tell~”
>“It's getting harder and harder and harder and harder.. to tell~” he chimes in with you.
>You smile at him.
“Hey, you're back.”
>”Yep. Had fun singing?”
“Uhu. Got everything?”
>”Mhm.”
“Wonderful. Let's go then.”
>He pets your mane and nods.
>”Let's.”
 
>You stash the tubs of ice cream away into your enchanted saddlebags and get on your way home.
>Ponyville's streets are still empty, but slowly start to fill with ponies who go to the local bars and pubs for an after-work cider.
>Made by the Apple-family, of course. They have pretty much the cider monopole here.
>Personally you don't like the fermented apple-juice. You are more of a wine drinker.
>Even if you have no notion of what makes a wine good or not.
>Basically, you can only tell if it's red or white. And that was all the knowledge you ever needed.
>As long as it buzzes and tastes well, it's all okay.
>”Twi?”
>You look at him.
“Yes?”
>”Are you in thought again? You do that a lot lately.”
>His tone sounds a bit worried.
“Hmm... yeah. I guess.”
>”Is something on your mind?”
“Not really. Just thinking about random stuff. Don't know why.” you say, shaking your head.
>”Okay then... But if something bothers you, I have an open ear for you.”
>You beam him a smile and then nuzzle his hand.
“Thanks, Anon. You're a sweetheart. But it's really nothing.”
>He sighs in relief.
>”A penny for your thoughts then?”
“A bit.” you correct him.
>Anon chuckles.
>”Of course. A bit for your thoughts?”
“Like I said, nothing special. Just my preferences in alcoholic beverages. And I don't even know why it came to my mind.”
>”Yeah. It's wine. Red wine to be exact.”
>You giggle.
>”Precisely~ The wine we had yesterday was really good by the way.”
>”Yeah, it was. Domaine Romanêigh... Rarity recommended me it.”
>He does a dramatic pose. One hand on his forehead and the other swaying around while talking.
>”If you ever have a mare over, Anonymous dear. Give her this wine to drink and she will be putty in your hands.”
>Oh my. That certainly sounds like her.
“Really? She told you that?”
>Smiling, he nods.
>”Mhm. For a while she was really worried that I will never find a mare. Like a mother... but in a more perverted way.”
“What did she do?”
>He shrugs and looks at you.
>”Nothing special. Gave me dating advice and tips on how to woo a mare and what not.”
“And did it work?”
>”You should know best that it didn't.” he says, ruffling your mane.
>You quickly wiggle out his hand's reach and fix your manedo.
“I know. Just wanted to hear it from you.”
>”Why that?”
>A slight blush creeps on your face.
“Dunno... It makes me feel special to know that I am your first pony partner.”
>His cheeks turn rosy.
>”And I'm glad it was you. I couldn't think of any better pony.”
>Aww...
“Thank you... Did I ever tell you how incredible glad I am for you ending up here?”
>”As cruel as this sounds? But no, you didn't.”
“Oh...”
>Anon shoves you gently.
>”It was a joke, Twi. I long made my peace with it. Don't worry.”
>Thank Celestia...
>”And to be honest. I wouldn't have it any other way now.”
>He smiles softly.
>”Everything turned out pretty good, didn't it? Yeah, the beginnings were bumpy. But now? Look at me!”
>His fists hit his chest with a dull sound.
>”I have my own house, friends, a well paid job and a happy life. I even got a little sister and a brother! I couldn't be happier, if I tried.”
“Didn't you forget something?” you say, giggling.
>A hand is put on your withers. Idly fondling the short fur there.
>”Hehe no. I was just saving the best part for last.”
>Anon locks eyes with you.
>”And a lovely, beautiful, cute and wonderful mare on my side.”
>Oh my...
“You know...”
>”Hmm?”
>You grin.
“If we weren't in public, I would kiss you now.”
>The hand wanders up your neck.
>”Oh, we will have enough time for that later, dear. Don't you worry.”
“Can't wait, stud. Can't wait.”
>He returns your grin.
>You two must look seriously creepy now. But luckily you already passed the “nightclub” district of the town. So nopony sees you.
>Pressing your side against his legs as you walk, you enjoy the content silence for a bit.
>His hand still lazily petting you.
>It feels nice to finally have somepony, or somebody, who loves you as much as you love him.
>Your respective ways lead you away from each other first, but in the end it worked out.
>At least you hope so. But no signs point to anything to the contrary. So why worry?
>Your ways...
>You know yours, but nothing about his.
>Maybe you could ask him?
“Anon?”
>”Twilight?”
“Can I ask you something kinda personal?”
>”Of course. Ask away!”
“Which mares did you try to ask out?”
>”Oh, you want to know that...”
“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.”
>He shakes his head.
>”Nah, it's okay. The list isn't long, nor excititng. I see no reason, not to tell you.”
>Adjusting his collar, he continues.
>”The first mare was Roseluck.”
“One of the flower sisters?”
>”Exactly. Before I started hanging out more with you and your friends, she was my to go mare for bar crawling. And since she always got a bit touchy when she was drunk, so I thought: “Why not?”.”
>Interesting.
“Touchy? How?”
>”You know... Like petting or stroking my arm. Or nuzzling me every few minutes.”
>That are some pretty clear signs, that a mare shows interest in somepony...
>”One evening when we went out to a our favourite bar, I waited for her to get a little bit drink... So she is buttered up and got in the “touchy mood”.”
“Sly thing, you.”
>Sighing, he kicks a small stone.
>”Didn't help, sadly. I will spare you the details, but when I tried to... well, “seal the deal”, she panicked, shoved some roses in my face and ran away.”
“How rude! That's not how you treat somepony who just asked you out.”
>”Mmmhh... maybe. But you know her. Always was a bit skittish and easily flustered. Anyway... She didn't talk with me for a week and avoided me at all costs... but apologized afterwards.”
>Anon chuckles.
>”Turns out Rose was never really interested in me, and that is how she gets with everypony when she's a bit intoxicated.”
“Pretty confusing.” you say, laughing.
>”You can say that again.”
“So she was the only one?”
>Another shake of his head.
>”No, two more Twi. Bear with me.”
>You smile at him and nod.
>”Wonderful. My second attempt at dating was with Sassaflash.”
“Sassaflash? Who is this?”
>”You don't know her?”
“Nope. Never heard of her.”
>”She's a pegasus. Pale turquoise coat, vanilla mane and tail, orange eyes.“
>Ah!
“I think, I know who you mean. Doesn't she work at the storm watch?”
>”Uhu.”
“Okay. What happened with her?”
>”Actually Rarity hooked me up with her.”
“She did?”
>”Yep. She told me that Sassaflash had interspecies relationships before. With a gryphon and a buffalo to be precise. Also that she is always open to try new things and, I quote: “If you two do not rub shoulders with each other, you should at least get a night of fun, dear.”.”
>You shake your head, groaning silently.
“Oh my goodness... But that's Rarity for you. Always on the look out to shove two ponies together.”
>”Hehe, yeah.”
”So what took place with her?”
>”Well... I decided to impress her a bit for our first date and show some muscle. Apparently this was not a good idea.”
>Huh?
“And that put her off?”
>He shrugs.
>”Probably. Sassaflash was staring at my exposed arms and legs all the time, which I first interpreted as a good sign... But then she started shivering and keeping her distance from me.”
“Scary, scary alien, you~”
>”Rawr! Anon smash!”
“Oh stop it~ How did the date end?”
>”After a very awkward and silent dinner, she made up an excuse that she had to go now, gave me quick peck on the cheek and dashed off. Never heard of her again.”
>Such a stupid mare... You mean, you were intimidated by Anon's physique first too, but it didn't stop you from getting to know him better.
“Pfft. Her loss. She doesn't know what she is missing.”
>Anon smiles at you.
>”Thanks.”
“Just stating the truth. So who was the last mare?”
>”You know Time Turner?”
“Yes...”
>Please don't tell me, you gave stallions a burl...
>”His assistant.”
>Phew...
“Minuette?” you state, with a relieved tone in your voice.
>His eyebrow rises and he shoots a you strange look.
>”Wait a minute... You just assumed, I meant Time Turner, didn't you?”
>Blushing, you avoid his eyes.
“Ehehehe... No. Of course not.”
>”Good. Because the stallion of my dreams is Davenport and not Time Turner. He is so dreamy~”
“W-What?”
>He boops you.
>”Just messing with you, Twi.”
“Okay...”
>Snickering, he retrieves his hand.
>”Anyway. It was Minuette, but I like to call her Colgate.”
“That's a stupid name! Why, if I may ask?”
>”Because her mane and tail looks like popular brand of toothpaste with the same name, I had on earth.”
>How silly...
“So what’s your story with her?”
>”It looked promising in the beginning. We kinda bumped into each other in the market and I helped her on her hooves again.”
>Like in a cheesy novel or movie...
>”We got talking, found matching interests and agreed to meet up some time.”
>Anon sighs.
>”It took two dates this time, before we parted ways. And it was messy...”
“Oh, I'm sorry... How messy?”
>”We agreed to be open with each other. So that there are no secrets, if we ended up together... Well, I told her all kinds of things about me and she was fine with everything... Except the last tidbit of my human nature, I mentioned to her...”
>You wrap your tail around his leg. You know where this is going...
>”You see, Minuette wasn't really happy with the fact that I used to eat meat. The moment she realized that I didn't mean anything sexual with it, the look on her face changed.”
>Poor Anon...
>”In an instant, all the empathy and affection she felt for me vanished. The look on her face was one of pure disgust and revulsion... From all the things she called me after that, “Monster” and “Murderer” were the nicest.”
“I'm sorry.”
>Patting your head, he waves you off.
>”Don't be. It wasn't meant to be.”
“Yeah.. but still.”
>”I know. It's okay. And if I ended up with her, we wouldn't be together now, would we?”
>You shake your head, smiling.
“No. You are right.”
>”See? Everything happens for a reason. And my failed romances happened, so that I could finally find you.”
“Aww~ How sweet.”
>”It is, isn't it? Fate can be mysterious from time to time.”
“You believe in fate?”
>He nods.
>”Of course. After all what occurred to me, I would be a fool not to.”
>You laugh.
“Probably.”
>”Yeah. And to be honest, if I didn't believe that all this was predetermined, I would have gone insane by now. Sometimes, the best course of action is just to let things happen.”
>His face lights up. You wonder why.
>”But enough of that philosophical crap...”
“Aww... But I like philosophical crap!”
>He strokes your cheek.
>”I know. And if you want, I can give you some old school books about earth philosophy. They should be somewhere on my attic.”
“I would love that!”
>Oh boy, more knowledge! And of the best kind!
>Something you have to interpret yourself~
>Anon points in front of him.
>”Hey look! We are home.”
>Your home is now only a stone's throw away.
“Ah... indeed. Time flies when you have fun, doesn't it?”
>”It does... Also it looks like Spike's already home.”
“Then we should hurry, before he decides to save our food from getting too cold to eat...”
>He laughs.
>”We should.”
>And with that being said, you suddenly dash off.
>”Hey!”
“Race ya, stud! Winner gets the losers milkshake!”
>You can hear his feet stomping closely behind you.
>It is going to be a close race.
End Part 9