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// Cozen// Story: Left With A Kiss// by Comet Burst//------------------------------//

Cozen: to cause to believe what is untrue



	My throat was tight as I approached a marvelous oak door in a high rise building. The hallway was narrow, just barely big enough to allow ponies to pass each other. The ugly red and yellow striped wallpaper made my stomach twist into knots. I felt like I was in a circus tent, a member of the freak show. My eyes locked onto the number gracing the door, looking at the brilliant gold glyphs in front of me. The numbers read 257 and I gulped. I was right where I needed to be, but not necessarily where I wanted to be at that moment.

	My thoughts traveled back to after Glimmer and I left the clinic. She was smiling ear to ear, as happy as a filly on Hearth's Warming Eve, while I trotted along, staring a the ground. I didn't know what to feel as I thought about what the doctor had said to me. I could get pregnant through natural means after all, meaning I wasn't infertile in the literal sense. I was indeed able to carry and have a foal of my own, but I was more terrified than excited. 

	I had dreamed of having one for seven years, imagining the joy that would envelop me as I held the tiny bundle, as proud as a mother should be. Now that it was truly possible, I felt like a small pony who approached a big roller coaster. I had bragged I was ready for it, but now that I faced it, fear filled my insides. I was sure I was in no condition to get pregnant now. The disease I suffered from, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, had made it to a stage where most ponies would be put on Suicide Watch. I had already exhibited signs of suicidal tendencies and throwing in the rush of hormones from pregnancy was, in the doctor's words, a deadly cocktail.

	Still, I had vowed to get pregnant, no matter the cost. When he had explained what was needed, I felt even less sure about this. In order for the process to have a chance at success, I had to know when my body tried to ovulate. The process had to happen at that exact day with two extra ingredients, the magic of an earth pony mare and a fresh stallion sample. I had allowed the doctor to examine me further and, upon completion, had determined I had a week before my body tried to ovulate again. A week to gather a willing earth pony mare and a stallion.

	The stallion part was easy. I had literally hundreds of potential sires in my past, many of whom would gladly try again. That thought had caused me to smirk a bit as I stared at myself in the mirror in my room. If my destructive lifestyle had given me anything, it was that I could literally choose what traits I could use. I could choose from pegasi of all colors and speeds, unicorns who could pass on magical traits and earth ponies that would not only increase my chances of pregnancy, but might pass on some muscle structures if I had a colt.

	There was still the part about a willing earth pony mare, though. I had almost no other friends aside from Glimmer, who was a unicorn. She had volunteered herself for the process, but the doctor had assured that it required an earth pony. I had spent the last few hours prepping myself to convince an earth pony to allow me to borrow her ability to get pregnant. It sickened me to think of it, but I was only good at convincing ponies one way.

	I fretted as I stared at the door in front of me. Wanting to avert my attention, I looked over myself. The fruits of three hours of playing dress up had left me in just my socks. They were a deep violet shade with black stripes wrapping around them, just like my cutie mark. My gray coat was clean and my tail was groomed to perfection. It was slick and even, ending in a single point. My nose could pick up the perfume I had applied to myself, a mix of roses and and raspberries.

	My eyes shifted back to the door, eyeing the gold lettering. I had never imagined myself doing this, but I gulped and knocked on the door with my hoof. The solid door boomed with each blow, making me very apprehensive. I glanced back quickly to make sure no other pony was poking their head out of their door. My stomach clenched and I was sure I was going to be sick. The feeling intensified as I heard a voice call out to me from behind the door.

	"Who is it?" came a mare's voice.

	I gulped hard and closed my eyes, considering running away. This felt so incredibly wrong, but I had to be here.

	"Who is it?" the mare asked again, a nervous edge in her voice.

	"Open up and see," I cooed in a shaky, yet seductive, voice.

	The air grew tense as I stood there, staring at the wood grain. I almost turned around when I heard the clinks of metal on metal and some sliding noises before the door lock clicked. The door creaked open and I saw a pair of spring green eyes look at me from underneath a mane of scarlet. I locked my eyes with them and a seductive smirk crossed my face.

	"Hey there," I whispered to the eyes, the words tasting like metal in my mouth.

	The door slammed shut in my face, causing me to recoil quickly. A muffled squeal came from behind the door and the sound of hoofbeats trailed off as looked back at the door. The sounds of objects being moved quickly echoed from behind the door, along with some intelligible cries. I cringed as I stood there and began to back up slowly when the door gave a solid boom.

	Without warning, the door swung open slowly and a tan earth pony mare with spring green eyes and a scarlet mane and tail stood in the doorway, eyes half lidded and a smile on her face.

	"Hey there to you too, Viola," Plush cooed to me, her lips covered in the bright blue lipstick I remembered.

	I gave a nervous smile to her and started to walk forward, making sure I was using my practiced swaying. Her eyes followed my movements with a hungry look. I walked right up to her and smiled down as she looked up, an awed expression replacing her smile.

	"Uh, um," she stammered, her face starting to redden.

	I gave a small laugh at that, slightly amused but mostly playing the part.

	"Are you doing okay?" I asked, standing proudly over her.

	I made sure my chest was puffed out, similar to how stallions did it to impress mares. My wings were spread and standing up, a reaction to my masked nervousness. Most ponies misunderstood that, thinking I was turned on whenever they were spread. In truth, my wings did that in response to a variety of emotions, from terror to pleasure. I saw Plush's eyes flick over to them and her blush got more intense. She obviously had the same misunderstanding almost every other pony had.

	"I, uh, I'm d-doing fine," she stammered back, locking her eyes with mine again.

	I could hear her erratic breathing, deep one moment and then followed by a few shallow ones. She was no match for my refined technique. An awkward silence ensued for a few seconds before I spoke up.

	"So, are you going to invite me in?" I asked with a small lick to my lips.

	Plush blinked at me twice before she gulped.

	"What?" she asked nervously, "Why do you want to, ah, come i-in?"

	I batted my eyes at her before getting well within her personal space. My snout was less than an inch from hers as my half lidded eyes looked into her big green ones.

	"You said you wanted to learn from me before, didn't you?" I cooed.

	Several gurgling and choked noises came from Plush's throat before a huge grin broke her face.

	"Uh, I-I did, didn't I?"

	I was not in a very patient frame of mind, so her response almost made me break character. Luckily for me, Plush backed away and opened her door all the way, sweeping her hoof into the apartment.

	"I'm sorry for my reaction," she spoke in a similar tone to mine, "I thought you were a little more than weirded out by my proposition."

	I just managed to keep my eyes from rolling again.

	"That's why I'm here," I spoke in a sultry tone as I sauntered through the door into a white hallway, "First thing we need to fix is your tableside manner."

	I kept on trotting by and flicked my tail to her, causing her blush to get even more pronounced. I arrived in a single room dominated by a large suede couch and rug facing a panoramic view of the city through large panes on glass. A kitchen was to my left, simple but functional. I could see several piles of things stacked on the counters but ignored them. Plush joined me seconds later, smiling from ear to ear.

	"So, uh, you want something to drink?" she asked bluntly, stumbling over to the kitchen.

	I shook my head and looked her dead in the eye.

	"Never, ever be that blunt, Plush," I reprimanded as if I was serious about this, "The point is to lure them in, to make them want more and more."

	Plush froze and looked down at her hooves, crestfallen. However, I didn't stop.

	"You see, Plush," I spoke as I slowly walked up to her, deliberately taking my time and wiggling my rump, "It's not about how fast you can make your tips. Our customers don't come for our speedy service, they come for something more."

	Plush looked up at me, eyes glossy, but gasped as I approached her. My eyes immediately became half lidded again and I stared her dead in the eyes, grinning slightly to show off my fangs.

	"Why do my stallions come back?" I asked, not expecting an answer, "I'll tell you why. I make them ask for it, make them plea for it, make them beg for it."

	I was looking down at Plush now, the distance already closed. Her eyes quivered slightly as she stared into mine, causing my stomach to clench. I was so grossed out by this, flirting and seducing another mare. I had never imagined just what I would feel as I prepared for this, but I was fairly sure nausea wasn't on the list. Still, I had an ultimate goal to achieve and Plush was my unwitting, but soon to be willing, aid in that goal. She was, after all, an earth pony mare, just what the doctor ordered.

	I lifted a hoof and slowly stroked her mane, feeling Plush's muscles start to shiver. She concentrated on me so much, she didn't notice herself sit on her haunches and lean back a bit, allowing me to tower over her.

	"Do you see?" I asked softly, making sure my muzzle was well within two inches from her face, "They all want to touch, but they have to beg for it. They have to wait and then, when the moment is right..."

	I leaned over to her ear, which twitched slightly.

	"I let them touch," I whispered into her ear.

	I leaned back to Plush's face, noting her eyes were locked onto me and her mouth partially hung open. A small squeak came from her as I smiled to her. Inside, I was screaming at myself to stop. This was wrong in every way possible, the exact opposite of where I was trying to go. I had spent seven years with stallions of all kinds and had never pictured myself with a mare, yet here I was, going backwards on a one way road.

	I wasn't sure what happened next, but I was suddenly on my back, kissing Plush. Her eyes were closed and her blush was as vibrant as her mane, but her incredibly soft lips were moving around on mine. My eyes must have been huge, because I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of utter disgust. Things only got worse, however, as I felt something wet, rough and flat try to make its way into my mouth.

	Instinctively, I reached up and pushed Plush away as quickly as I could, rolling to my right and coughing. Plush backed away quickly and covered her mouth, eyes open and pupils small. I wiped her saliva from my lips and gave a small gag as I thought about the kiss. Every instinct screamed at me to leave, to escape from here before Plush tried again. However, a single thought bound me to the floor, one of me holding my very own foal.

	I retched as I stood up, trying not to look sick in front of the mare. My hooves shook underneath me, threatening to give out should I not force them to remain steady.

	"Oh my Celestia!" Plush wailed from behind me, "I'm so sorry, Viola! I don't know what came over me and I just-- I--"

	She let out a cry of sadness mixed with terror and bolted down a hallway next to the kitchen. I could hear her wailing as a door slammed shut, shaking the windows in the living room. I felt a burning sensation in my throat and mentally beat myself up. Emotionally distressing Plush was NOT the way to go if I was going to get her to agree to the experiment. I bucked myself at my instinctive reaction, cursing that I was so easily grossed out.

	Still, it was unnatural. I was a mare, built specifically for a stallion. I was made so that the bat pony race could expand and have a future. Making out with a mare went against every fiber of my being, negating my purpose in life. If I was to have the foal I always dreamed about, I needed to be with a stallion! I could not waste time with a mare that not only could not get me pregnant, but could make me even more of an outcast in society.

	But, then again, hadn't I been with stallions for seven years? Hadn't I pursued defeating infertility with no results? I wasn't new to the idea of mares being attractive, to be honest. Glimmer was a stunning mare and I was often taken aback by her natural beauty, but I had never actually thought she was attractive in a sexual way. Now I had Plush, who was into mares and stallions, who thought I was good enough to make out with and, I had to admit, she was pretty cute.

	As my thoughts wrestled with each other, I steadied my hooves and turned around. I had two options here: to leave or go talk to Plush. If I left, I could continue with my life and probably find another earth pony mare I wouldn't have to seduce. In fact, it seemed rather dumb of me to not do that first before coming here. My second option would be to go and comfort Plush in what I assumed was her bedroom. That could only lead one way, a way I really didn't want to go, but would assure me of her willingness to aid me in the experiment.

	I had to ask myself: Just how important was a foal to me?



	I knocked on the door and I felt my throat clench. I could hear sobbing on the other side.

	"Plush?" I asked sweetly, yet concerned, "Plush, are you alright?"

	The sobbing kept up for a while before I got a response.

	"I-I'm sorry, Viola!" she wailed, "I didn't mean t-to do that!"

	I gulped as I heard her cries. My stomach twisted in knots, pleading with me to leave.

	"Plush, it's okay," I cooed into the door, "Please come out and talk to me."

	The wailing kept up and I felt myself needing to do something. In truth, I didn't have to say or do anything. She was a full grown mare and was fully capable of calming herself down, but I felt a weird need to do anything to calm her agony. The feeling was new to me, but I didn't have time to analyze it before I started singing.

	To say bat ponies are musically inclined was a bit of an overstatement. Yes, we could sing, but we never had truly learned to control our pitch. The common pony language was not our native tongue, especially those from colonies as old as mine. In such colonies, we used our true language, one Plush had the pleasure of experiencing from me. My throat constricted and a low whistle came from it, altering notes slowly. My lips stretched back, baring my teeth as my tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth. It began to flick away from the roof, producing a clicking noise.

	I kept my whistling going as I clicked. The noise was so strange to me, mostly because I hadn't heard it in years. I was sure Plush would think I was dying or something stupid, but I kept singing in my native tongue. It was a slow song, one from ancient times that all mares learned in the cradle. I swayed gently to the music, remembering all the times my adoptive mother had sung it to me. Her smiling face burst into my mind and I almost stopped. It was right then did I truly miss her in seven years. I was still in a weak state of mind according to the doctor and was warned to avoid highly emotional situations, but I couldn't stop this one.

	I backed away from the door and sat with my back against the wall, still singing as I thought about how the mare who posed as my mother cared for me. The song seemed to have her speak to me, telling me how pretty I was and how she was so happy to see me. My heart felt like it was stopping, but I kept singing regardless. She didn't have to care for me, she didn't even have to love me, but she did. For all those years, she took me in and raised me like her own daughter, feeding me and kissing me on the forehead and being there when I needed her most.

	Sweet Celestia, I missed her. As the song ended, I lowered my head and closed my eyes, tears starting to spill down my cheeks. I didn't end the song in the normal way, but I said something else instead. I thought of me screaming at her and kicking her in the chest, those memories becoming tainted.

	"I'm so sorry, mother," I clicked, finishing the song.

	I sat there and shivered, trying my best to suppress my sadness. I was an emotional wreck again, wanting to hurt myself for the way I had treated my mother. I wasn't fit to be a mother the way she was. I was cold and selfish, here to take advantage of a mare so I could force myself to have a foal, not loving and accepting like she was.

	"Hey, Viola?" came Plush's voice.

	I looked up to see the tan earth pony mare look down at me with her own concerned look. I silently cursed myself for allowing my already deteriorating mental state to make me do this in front of her, but it was unavoidable now.

	"That was..." she started before pausing for a few seconds.

	I shook my head and stood up. I wanted to leave, but a hoof stopped me.

	"Beautiful," she finished.

	I turned to her and locked eyes again. Hers were less red than I thought they would be, but they didn't look sad anymore.

	"I'm sorry, Plush," I said, looking away, "But I need to go..."

	"No," she spoke firmly.

	I turned back to her to feel her muzzle press against mine again. I was shocked, but the feeling of being grossed out was nowhere to be found. I slowly closed my eyes and allowed her to kiss me, wanting to forget my emotional distress. I slowly turned to her and, once I did, she pulled away. My eyes opened slightly and looked at hers. I could see the blush on her face and wanted to say something, but I never got the chance.

	Gently, Plush began to push me onto my back. I didn't resist too much and eventually looked up at her towering over me. I felt so small by comparison, but it wasn't an intimidating small. She leaned in and kissed me again, but I didn't move back. I let her lips graze against mine and remained still. I was doing everything I could to prevent myself from showing any emotion and soon Plush moved away from my mouth. She laid kisses down my neck to my chest and further.

	I showed no signs of pleasure or disgust as I felt her move up the interior of my right hind leg. I twitched it, but not enough to discourage her. I knew why I was doing this now and I was not going to be denied the ultimate prize. I felt her lips move towards the innermost part of my leg and I closed my eyes.

	This wasn't just for me anymore. This was for my adoptive mother as well, so that she could have her own foal one day, given this experiment of the doctor's worked.

	Plush gasped as she looked up at me. I returned her gaze and she smiled weakly.

	"Tell me if you want me to stop," she said sweetly.

	"Please, don't," I moaned to her.