Too Fast, Too Young (Kid FemAnon x Stallion)
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>You are speedy starbutt, fastest unicorn in Equestria, but most ponies call you Comet Tail.
>Probably because that’s your name.
>There are some ponies though that would call you “cheater” instead; just because you own a lot of your speed to your magic.
>You’d like to see any of them try to perfect a speed-enhancing spell!
>Well… Maybe “perfect” isn’t quite accurate… You’ve got the speed part down; slowing down or stopping still has a few… Kinks.
>But you’re not in the right state of mind to care about any of that at the moment.
>You’re, well, “pissed off” would be the best way to put it.
>Some time ago, some jerk-off though it would be positively /hilarious/ to joke around about you speed, in bed that is.
>Jokes became rumors, which made it’s way into gossip.
>By this point, you should start calling yourself Blue Balls instead.
>A deep sigh escapes your lips as the anger fades to sadness, your head hanging low as you regard the dirt path of the park under your hooves.
>The sun is shining brightly, its warm light reflecting off of the clear, blue surface of the small lake. Birds are serenading each other, the rustling of leaves as soft breezes pass through the trees the only sound besides their songs, aside from the occasional distant laughter and chatting of other ponies.
>The peaceful environment is wasted on your sour mood though as you continue your slow walk along the path.
>You had come here hoping to ease you mind; that’s usually why you came to this park, to think.
>But this time, thinking didn’t help, it just made you focus all the more on what’s bothering you.
>A couple walks past you in the opposite direction, their eyes seeing nothing but each other as they smile at the bliss of their own little world.
>Another sigh escapes you.
>Okay, so you admit that mares weren’t exactly throwing themselves at you even before the rumors, and your sex-life wasn’t anything remarkable. A dry spell wasn’t anything new to you.

>But nowadays, they won’t even give you a chance, even those who don’t outright mock you for it still can’t get the thought out of their heads and you eventually get so annoyed that you just give up and leave.
>You’re not asking for much; it’s not like you’re out to get laid by a different mare every night, just somepony to spend your time with.
>A little love, you know?
>You’re about to go three for three with yet another sigh, when something further down the path catches your attention.
>Sitting on a bench is that minotaur looking creature, the… um… Human! That’s what she was.
>It definitively was a ‘she’, of that much you were certain, judging by those teats, about the same size as a mare’s, pushing lightly against the fabric of her clothes.
>She was very tall, even taller than most stallions when standing upright. Even sitting down, her long, slender legs easily reach over the edge of the seat all the way down to the ground, her feet planted firmly against the soil.
>You haven’t seen much of her in town, which kinda perplexes you considering how unique she is, she shouldn’t be that hard to spot, but most of the times you’ve seen her, it was usually during the afternoon or the weekends; you can’t recall ever seeing her during the day or late at night.
>Maybe she works most of the day and goes to sleep early? Or maybe she just doesn’t care much for the nightlife?
>As you get closer, your eyes cannot help but wander over her exotic figure.
>She is wearing a simple, light green summer dress, leaving her arms bare, the skirt ending halfway down her thighs, showing off a patch of the smooth, pink, hairless skin of her legs before being covered once more by a pair of knee-length, white socks.
>She lifts one of her legs and drapes it over her knee so her foot is now lazily dangling in the air, causing her skirt to hike a little further up.
>Did it just get a little warmer?

>A pair of simple sneakers adorn her feet, giving a very casual contrast to the alluring socks and the teasing peek of her thighs.
>Her hair hangs loose, just barely reaching down to her shoulders and framing the soft features of her face. You can’t make out her eyes very well at this distance, but she seems to be wistfully gazing out over the lake, a wide, warm smile on her little lips.
>Following her gaze as best as you can, your turn your eyes to the crystal blue waters. Way out in the middle of the lake, you spot a boat floating in the stillness. Squinting a little, you notice two ponies in the boat, a mare and a stallion, hooves draped around each other and leaning close together.
>The stallion looks to be whispering something into her ear, probably sweet nothings or something, and she visibly giggles, giving a little playful bat against his chest with her hoof before planting her lips against his.
>You turn your eyes forwards again and grumble to yourself as you feel the familiar jealousy rise inside of you.
>It fades quickly though as you once again let your sight take in the human mare on the bench, regarding the dreamy eyes she is giving the couple.
>Maybe... she’s also looking for the same thing as you?
>You can’t deny that she has a very exotic quality about her, very unlike a pony, and you’ve always had a thing for tall mares, ever since you saw that two-page spread of Fleur Dis Lee.
>Also, as you get closer, you have to admit she’s very cute, with the soft features of her face and that adorable little button nose.
>...
>Well… Maybe it couldn’t hurt to try?

>You’ve switched gender.
>No wait, false alarm, you’re just Femanon now, best 14 year old human in Equestria!
>Well, you’re the only human actually, at least as far as you know.
>You’ve never met another human so far though.
>Maybe they live someplace far, far away?
>Wherever that place is, you know it isn’t where you are right now, which is in the Ponyville park.

>You’re so happy that you don’t have to go to school today, a beautiful day like this would be a waste to spend sitting in your classroom.
>Sorry Cheerilee, nothing personal.
>You take a deep breath through your nose as a soft breeze brushes against your skin, breathing in the warm scent of grass and leaves, all while being thankful for the way it cools your body under the toasty heat of the sun.
>Celestia’s sun is great and all, but you’d rather not get all sweaty if you can help it.
>Rocking your leg hanging over your knee lazily up and down, you hum to yourself as you look at the lovebirds out on the lake again.
>The smile on your lips grow and you can feel your cheeks growing a little warm from something else than the sun.
>It’s so romantic! That mare is so lucky to have a stallion who loves her.
>You wonder if you’ll ever find a colt who will treat you just as good.
>Having lunches together, going for long walks in the park, maybe getting into a boat of your own out on the lake, where the two of you can be alone and he would hold your hand.
>M-maybe you’ll even… kiss!
>You almost squee out loud, fidgeting in your seat as you cup your own warm cheeks in your hands and close your eyes, visualizing your fantasies in your head.
>’It would be so wonderful’, you think to yourself, letting out a long, dreamy sigh.
>Calming down enough to stop squirming around on the bench, you keep your eyes shut and your thin fingers draped over your cheeks for the moment, allowing yourself to hold onto your dreams for a little longer.
>Maybe one day, the colt of your dreams will walk up to you and say-
>”Excuse me, miss?”
>You’re startled from your daydreaming by an unfamiliar voice, making you jump a little with a yelp as your eyes flutter open.

>Turning your head to the side, you see a stallion standing next to you, a unicorn with a yellow coat, dark grayish-blue mane and tail, and a cutie mark of a shooting star. He looks familiar, but you can’t place where you might have seen him before.
>Seeing your reaction, he jerks his head back in surprise before giving you an apologetic look, his dark blue eyes scanning your face.
>”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
>His face softens and the edges of his lips turn upwards into a charming smile, parting just enough for you to see a hint of his white teeth. You blink a few times and just keep staring into his eyes.
>”I was just wondering if it would be alright with you,” he motions a hoof next to you on the bench, “if I would join you?”

>You stare silently at the stallion, you had been so wrapped up in your fantasy that you had failed to even notice him walk up to you.
>The heat on your cheeks is still present, having been caught daydreaming by this stranger.
>You swear you’ve seen him somewhere before though, but where?
>He’s got a nice smile though, and the way he’s looking at you, warm and disarming, but with a small hint of mystery behind those eyes. It reminds you about some of those novels you found in the library once; the ones about handsome, mysterious strangers wooing young mares with their charms.
>Wow, your chest is feeling a little warmer as well now.
>Wait, didn’t he say something to you?
>Blinking, you quietly clear your throat as realize that you’ve just been staring at him in silence, giving him a sheepish smile and lowering your face to look up at his face.
>He tilts his head slightly, but his gentle smile still remains on his lips, his eyes silently studying you.
>Oh, darn! You still haven’t answered him!
“U-Um, sure! Go right ahead.”
>You stutter, hands on your laps and twiddling your fingers nervously, feeling so silly for how you’re acting. He’s just a friendly stranger, probably just looking for someone to talk to for a moment, no need to be acting so flustered about it.
>His smile grows a little, making you feel a bit more comfortable again, glad to have not accidentally weirded him out, before he moves to take a seat next to you.
>As he turns to props himself up on the bench, your eyes drift towards the shooting star of his cutie mark, again trying to place where you might have seen him before.
>Quickly, you avert your eyes to his face as he settles into his seat, realizing that you’re practically ogling his flank and fearing to get caught in the act. Not that you were really looking at his butt anyway!
>Although, it was a pretty good looking butt…

>The stallion leans back on the bench, eyes closed as he raises his head and taking a deep breath through his nose as a soft breeze passes by you, his hair swaying in the wind.
>Your treacherous eyes make their way downwards again. Lightly biting your lower lip, you can make out the hints of muscle on his flank under the yellow coat of thin fur. He must work out.
>Noticing his head move, your eyes snap back up just in time to meet his as he turns to face you.
>Giving him a totally confidant and not-a-all guilty-looking smile, you hope he didn’t notice your wandering gaze.
>He gives you a smirk, raising one of his eyebrows.
>Yeah, he totally bought it!
>”You’re the human, right? I’ve seen you around town. What’s your name?”
>Oh gosh, a stallion is showing interest in you? Wait… Don’t get carried away, Fem. Remember that he probably just wants to have a friendly chat.
“Yep, I’m a human! My name’s Femanon, but most ponies just call me Fem.”
>You proudly puff out your chest as you introduce yourself. You’re not quite sure why, but it seems to really catch his attention, giving you an approving look up and down before meeting your eyes again, so you figure you must have done something right.
>”Nice to meet you, Fem. My name is Comet Tail.”
>Comet… Tail… Oh! Now you remember! You grin widely as you lean closer to him, catching him a little by surprise.
“I thought I recognized you! You’re the fast guy!”
>At your words he averts his eyes, turning his face downwards.
>Aww, he’s shy!

Comet Tail
>Dammit, she’s already heard the rumors about you as well! Of course she has...
>You knew it was a long shot, but you were starting to get your hopes up; the way she was checking you out and then showing off her teats, she was clearly showing interest.
>But now, there’s no way she’d want anything to do with-
>”That’s super cool!”
>Huh?

>Lifting your head, you’re met with the beaming smile of Fem, still leaning close to you.
>Dumbstruck, you just stare at her, not knowing what to say.
>”I remember now! I saw you using your speed spell and raced some pegasus once. You left him completely in the dust! You must the fastest pony ever!”
>You blink a few times.
>Wait… So she wasn’t talking about… M-maybe she doesn’t know.
>Feeling your confidence returning, you immediately straighten yourself up, puffing out your chest and your best “smooth guy”-smile returning to your face.
“S-sure! Or, the fastest unicorn at least.”
>Better not overdo it, girls appreciate confidence, but you don’t want to seem like a braggart.
>Fem turns her body in her seat so she’s sitting sideways, facing you. One of her legs now resting on the bench, exposing more of the inside of her thigh, flaunting the smooth skin while still having her skirt leave much to the imagination.
>You swallow a small lump in your throat, the tips of your ears burning with heat. Not wanting to get to excited, you fight to keep your eyes from wandering over her creamy skin.
>She has to be teasing you. Well, two can play that game, missy.
“So, you like speedsters? You enjoy a good race, or do you just like to check out the runners?”
>You cap it off by giving her a half-lidded stare and a smile.
>She looks at you for a few seconds, long enough for you to think you might have been a little too forward, then a hint of pink makes its way across her cheeks, the edges of her lips curving upwards.
>Giving a titter, which she quickly stifles, she turns her face away from you.
>”H-How naughty!” she manages to squeak out before giggling quietly, her eyes darting back and forth between the ground and you, a tiny smile on her blushing face. You’d feel bad for putting her in such a state, if it didn’t make her look so cute.

>Eventually though, you can’t stop a chuckle from leaving you before trying to give her comforting look, leaning lazily against the bench and shaking you head.
“I’m sorry about teasing you, I just couldn’t help myself.”
>Her eyes finally settles on you, some of the pink leaving her cheeks and her brow furrowing slightly in what you think is supposed to be a frown, but it’s hampered by the wide smile on her lips, clearly holding back another giggle.
>”Bad boy~” She coos, “do you make a habit out of teasing girls?”
“Only the cute ones.”
>You give her a playful wink and she laughs. It is a sweet sound, very dainty yet also completely genuine, giving it a very youthful, musical quality. You’re glad that she seems to like your stumbling attempts at being flirty, you’re kinda rusty at this.
>You just look at her as she laughs, gazing at her face, taking note of the cute little dimples forming on her face, how she bashfully twirls the ends of her hair around her finger as her laughter starts to die down, using her other hand to gingerly rub a tear from her eye.
>Once she calms down and looks at you again, your eyes lock and you peer deeply into each other for a moment. Her breath seems to hitch, but then she smiles again, turning away to look out over the lake.
>You admire her profile in comfortable silence, watching the sunlight reflect on her eyes and dark, silky hair.
>Not a bad start, Comet. Not bad at all.