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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;<span class="co4">&gt;After that crazy fiasco in the badlands and at the behest of your special somepony, you find yourself aboard a train heading away from Ponyville and the Equestrian continent in general.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your destination?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The minotaur homeland of Labryntian.</span><br />&quot;Train roll on~, on down the line, won't you please take me far away?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A unicorn mare takes the seat across from you despite the abundance of empty space in the underpopulated car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, didn't mean to bother you. I just heard you start singing and I wanted to hear you better.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No worries. Anonymous.&quot; You say while extending your hand out to her which she stares at for a moment before giving you her hoof to shake.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Right. I'm Lyra, Lyra Heartstrings.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So what's waiting for you in Labrythian? Or will be getting off earlier than that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm looking for inspiration.&quot; She says dreamily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kind of a vague response, so you decide to press the question.</span><br />&quot;Inspiration?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For my music, I've been playing the lyre for years and always wanted to visit it's homeland.&quot; With her magic she pulls out a medium sized instrument case and from within it produces her lyre.</span><br />&quot;Isn't that a harp?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a deep calming breath as this isn't the first (and certainly not the last) time she will hear that comment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A lyre is a specific type of harp. Harp refers to stringed instruments with angled strings, which are plucked to produce a note.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The word &quot;nerd&quot; crosses your mind instantly, but you check your sarcasm at the door as this will be a long ride and you'd like a bit of company for it.</span><br />&quot;Learn something new everyday.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about you? Got relatives there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She must not know about you and decided on you being a minotaur.</span><br />&quot;Well if the mythology from my old world is anything to go by, then maybe a very distant relative but that's unlikely. I'm not exactly from around here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooooh, there's a story I'd like to hear.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not much of a story to tell honestly. I just kinda ended up here one day. No real rhyme or reason to it, but now I'm one of her royal highness, Princess Celestia's Noblemen. Whatever that means.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really? You don't exactly look like the kind of stuffed shirt most ponies think of with a title like that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Believe me, I'm not. I was given the title and a kick ass medal for 'An especially meritorious contribution to the security or national interests of the Kingdom of Equestria.' Which involved me saving the Princess's life.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra sits slack jawed across from you while you wait for the shock of her finding out you're a national hero to wear off.</span><br />&quot;Yeah I'm pretty great. It was a recent event though, so it's no surprise if there are ponies who haven't hear of it yet, and there are even fewer that know of my role in things. Of course word travels fast in a small town so I decided to get away for a while to let the news get old.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow. Maybe I can get an autograph book for you to sign once we reach the next station.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Heh, sure why not? Hey, since we're heading to the same place anyway, maybe you can help me take in the sights. I just picked this place since it was far enough away, but I don't know too much about it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles one of those big toothy grins you've seen on ponies and her answer is obvious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd LOVE to. I invited my friend Bon Bon, but she's busy with work and couldn't take the time off.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Aw yeah, travel buddies.&quot; You extend your fist out to her and it once again takes her a minute to catch your drift, but she makes the connection and you both smile as you relax in your seats.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So how about the rest of that song, buddy?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hmm? Oh yeah, might as well take it from the top.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Excited to put on this private show for your new companion, you lean back and channel all the Skynyrd you can possibly muster as she sits up on her hind end not unlike yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's weird, but you like weird.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hours of singing and story swapping later finds you both nestled comfortably against one another as the weather takes a turn for the cooler.</span><br />&quot;The hell is this? I thought it was supposed to be sunshine and short sleeves out here.&quot; You say while holding Lyra against you as she sits in your lap acting as a personal heater.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well the elevation here is a lot higher than Ponyville's. Plus minotaurs have a lot of bulk and fur to keep them warm. So while they feel comfortable in light clothing, for somebody like you with no fur at all, I can see how you'd feel chillier.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Guess I'll have to go grab my light jacket from my trunk once we arrive. By the way, about how much longer is it? My ass is falling asleep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra looks around before turning back to look up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But we're the only ones in this car.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddamn pony vernacular.</span><br />&quot;I meant my butt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh!&quot; She hops off your lap and allows you to stand up and stretch.</span><br />&quot;Thanks for warming me up. Man it'll be great to be off this train.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you wont have to wait much longer. We're here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking out the window, you see rolling hills of green and further up the slopes, a massive wall of stone bricks with lookout towers scattered along it's perimeter.</span><br />&quot;Man. Guess this place is gonna really live up to it's name.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry Anon, with me as your guide, we'll have nothing to fear.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gathering your carry on luggage, you follow the minty pone out onto the station's platform.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So where to first?&quot;</span><br />&quot;How about a hotel? I wanna drop off my crap before anything else.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You didn't book one?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Do I look like a guy with a plan to you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right.. well I guess we can head to my hotel and see if they have any rooms available.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling out a small map, she finds the circle indicating where her hotel is and points it out to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's no luxury resort but the room's are still bigger than most places in Ponyville.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Geez, this place looks like they dumped a bowl of spaghetti on the floor and built their roads to match.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's Labrythian for you.&quot; She says while claiming her luggage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking up your suitcase with only a couple weeks worth of clothes and some toiletries, you take hold of one side of her steamer trunk while she nods in thanks as she uses her magic to keep the other end level with yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hailing a taxi wagon, you load up your combined luggage while Lyra instructs the driver where to take you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you're both settled in the back, you can finally relax and take in the sights as you see the throngs of hefty minotaurs commuting along the sidewalks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's odd not having to look down as low as you do with the ponies but while they're closer to eye level with you, you still stand more than a head above them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even then, your gaze can't help but be drawn lower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not the chiseled abs on every man, woman and child, nor is it their massive biceps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, it's the massive orbs of flesh hanging off every females chest.</span><br />&quot;Great honkin' boobies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Boobies? I wasn't aware you were into bird watching.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right, pony sharing the cart.</span><br />&quot;Uhh, no. Just admiring the uh, view. Could really go for a glass of milk right about now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then have we come to the right place. The fresh milk and dairy products from Labrythian are world renowned for their hearty flavor and nutritional value.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning back to the crowds at a stop sign, you spot an extra busty tauress breast feeding her child without receiving so much as a second glance from passerbys.</span><br />&quot;Somehow I don't doubt that.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling up to the hotel, you unload your baggage and yell to the cabbie, &quot;Yo holmes, smell ya later.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hauling both yours and Lyra's gear, you follow her to the receptionists desk as the buxom beauty looks up from her book to greet you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well hello there tall, green and handsome. Are you and this lil cutie hear for the big pet play symposium?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No? How about the body modification conference?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually, we're just tourists here to see everything the city has to offer.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh I see. Then I take it the two of you will be going to see the Mud Wrestling Federation's Title Fight Night?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrasslin'?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This far from home?</span><br />&quot;Now we're talkin'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yeah, it's a big deal what with the Masked Milk Maid defending her heavyweight title.&quot; She says standing up with one foot on her chair and pantomiming where the belt would sit on her rounded waist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seems not every taur is quite as musclebound as you thought.</span><br />&quot;What were those other things you mentioned?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes before rubbing the back of her head as she sits back down behind the counter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I just figured that since you two were staying here that you'd be heading to the nearby 'alterntative entertainment' district. We get so many rooms booked here that we can keep prices low and attract the crowds that just need a place to lay their head instead of staying at the more high end hotels and resorts.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alternative entertainment?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans over the counter and pulls you in to whisper in your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, the red lamp district. Oh gosh, now you've gone and made an old heifer like me blush.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puts you in a headlock as she tries to shake off the embarrassment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her girth, she's clearly no push over as her arm keeps you pressed firmly against her bosom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you mind though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh where's my head?&quot; She says releasing you from her pillowy doom. &quot;What room will you two be staying in?&quot;</span><br />&quot;We're actually not here together, we met on the train ride here and she recommended this hotel for the price.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well that's just wonderful of you little missy. But I'm afraid between the two conventions and tomorrows fight, that I'm all booked up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are definitely not a guy with a plan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Weeelll, I suppose I could scrounge up a spare key for your friends room, if she'd like to put you up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to her with a pained grin and Lyra just shakes her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What would you do without me travel buddy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweet salvation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then I guess that settles that, I'll just look up her reservation and the two of you can head right up. If you get tired of the city life, we have an indoor pool and sauna as well as a well equipped gym for the athletic types. And we we stop serving our continental breakfast at 11:00. Please enjoy your stay you two.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that she hands over the keys and points you to the elevator which you and Lyra take to your floor.</span><br />&quot;I really appreciate this Lyra. I doubt anywhere else would have rooms either if the city's hosting this many events.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just kick a few bits my way for rent and we'll be square. Unless you wanna pay with your body.&quot; She teases you and bumps your leg with her rump.</span><br />&quot;Hey, my body's a hot commodity. Between my special somepony, mistress, pet and prin-cipals it wouldn't surprise me if my mini-me here got me in trouble.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Woah, what? You're cheating on your special somepony?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, no. They all know about each other. It's one of those, uh. Herds! Those are just the roles my girls kinda have.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then why didn't you bring them with you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well long story short; I was taking care of my marefriend while she got over an injury, and was running myself ragged over it. She insisted I get away for a while so I left my pet who's a diamond dog to watch over her and help my other marefriend move into town. I'm honestly worried about them but they're a tough bunch and they just want what's best for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh, I was worried you were some kinda playboy but it sounds like you all care about each other.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well this was a pretty recent thing we got into, but I want to do right by them and make sure I enjoy my time abroad.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opening the door to your room, Lyra allows you and the luggage in first before following behind and closing the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaving all your gear off to the side, you collapse on the large bed and thank the minotaurs for being almost as big as you since your legs tend to dangle off pony beds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uhh Anon? That's the only bed in this room.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh shit. Alright, I'll take the couch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pony sized weight lands in bed next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, it's okay. The couch doesn't look long enough for you anyway, besides, there's room for us both anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well if she insists.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab her by the waist and pull her in close.</span><br />&quot;Wake me up in and hour and I'll buy us some lunch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure thing Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She levitates the alarm clock off the nightstand and winds it up a bit before setting it down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This whole vacation's off to a good start.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope it stays this way.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The alarm clocks ring is quickly silenced as Lyra uses her magic to push it off the night stand and it falls to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uggh, so hungry...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That feel.</span><br />&quot;Alright. Time to get up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stretching your arms up and out, you take to scratching yourself as you look for a thicker shirt in your luggage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what are you in the mood for? Gourmet hay-burger? Banana-buckwheat smoothies? Oh, a wildflower salad sounds so yummy right now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ech. Most of that sounds inedible to me. I'm not sure what a buckwheat is but it doesn't sound like something that's raised as livestock.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you're one of those omnomnomivores huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's just omnivore but you sounded cute when you said it so I'll forgive you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I'm sure we can find a restaurant that can cater to your needs. Now let's get a move on slowpoke.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a good sized bag of bits tied securely to your waist, you follow her out the door and lock it behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Going down the elevator, and passing by the front desk, the receptionist waves you off as you exit the building into the city proper with essentially only your stomach and Lyra to guide you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How 'bout a cafe? We can have something light and spend the day going around town, then come back for dinner.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sounds like a plan, my man.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Man?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'll explain later. Food, now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra pulls out her map and starts trying to maneuver around the crowds in search of a landmark.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me. If I can jus-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poor thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stooping down behind your new friend, you scoop her up into your arms and lift her up so that she's seated on top of your shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little warning next time? But wow, what a view.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's pretty much what it always looks like for me in Ponyville.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adjusting herself, she tightens her hold on your head with her thighs and you -unf- internally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lowering the map to your field of view, she highlights your destination several blocks away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This little cafe has gotten rave reviews for it's food and service. How 'bout it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Just point me in the right direction.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Following her directions, you expertly weave through the crowds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although it helps that the ones that take notice of you make way for the jolly green giant and his pony head gear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A brisk walk later finds you standing before a moderately sized building with multiple floors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside, you can see tables almost packed with customers and some full-figured barmaid beauties carrying trays of food almost as stacked as they are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is definitely the place you want to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opening up the door for your friend, she leads the way before rearing back on her hind hooves to see above the counter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Little pony, big city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you ogle the servers, Lyra and the hostess lead you to a small both for two and you catch something along the lines of, &quot;-will be right with you.&quot; as you watch her walk away, tail flickering slightly out of its hole in the skirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Liking what you see?&quot; Jabs Lyra.</span><br />&quot;What can I say? I'm getting some powerful nostalgia looking at these lovely ladies. Closest thing to another human that I've seen in a long time.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh gosh, I'm so sorry...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't sweat it, these aren't the eyes of somebody thinking of home. I'm more like a dog chasing tails.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs in relief, &quot;And here I thought you might need a shoulder to cry on.&quot;</span><br />&quot;If anything else, I'm the one that wants to get leaned on.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Izzat so?&quot; A foreign presence rests it's elbow on top of the back of your seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning your head, you come face to fun bags with your server.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you're having trouble reading my name tag, it's probably because we don't have any.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adjusting your line of sight, you greet your sassy hostess in turn.</span><br />&quot;Says the one trying to stare a hole through my pants. The name's Anonymous, at least that's what it says on my underwear.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm Lily Wolframite, I don't wear underwear.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh this is gonna be fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, what can I get you folks?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you were busy eating up all the eye candy, you failed to even glance at the menu.</span><br />&quot;I'll have the stuffed crepes and the tallest glass of milk you can fill.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It'll cost you extra, but I can manage that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And for you miss?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra hides her blush behind the menu and once she's got herself back together, she orders a hot tea with honey and a scone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lily takes your menus and walks away with a curt bow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, so that's how flirting works with you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It was easy enough to tell she was into it. If you weren't taking all those sneak peaks from behind the menu, you would've seen that little smile on her lips get wider as we kept talking.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What makes you so sure she was interested?&quot;</span><br />&quot;She looks close enough to a human female to draw my attention but the obvious differences only make her stand out more. She might have even felt the same away about me compared to a male here. An exotic attraction, mutual interest and I'm sure these girls don't just give their name to any old bull that walks in. You might just have the bed to yourself tonight if things keep going right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And your marefriend is alright with that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;She was the last one to join my herd. She knows that I'm the extra friendly sort. Besides, she wanted me to unwind and what better way to do that than with good company?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well that's definitely one way to look at it. You're a funny guy Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Funny how? I mean funny like I'm Pinkie Pie, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare shrinks back at your change in attitude</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just... you know, how you describe things, what?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, no, I don't know, you said it. How do I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny, what the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me, tell me what's funny!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the nearby tables have gone quiet after you raised your voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... Get real Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You burst out in laughter after giving her another second to sweat.</span><br />&quot;Ahh! I almost had you. You silly pony.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reaching for a pitcher of water, you grab it and pour Lyra a glass to cool off the heat you just put on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the giggles wear off, you see Lily return from the kitchen with your orders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First placing the food for you both, she then lowers Lyra's cup of steamy tea to the table before placing an empty double pint glass on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can question her, she places her serving tray on the table and begins to unbutton her top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tallest glasses we use unless you'd like a pitcher.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uhh, Lyra?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't look at me Anon, I just know about instruments and things I read in the brochures. You placed the order.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Freeing her hefty milk jugs from their cotton laced captivity, she breathes a mild sigh of relief from letting the girls hang out before she gives each perky nipple several solid strokes with her fingertips before the first beads of moo juice drip from their ends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing the glass in her left hand, she tilts it towards her right breast and with a firm squeeze of her other hand, she begins spraying a thick white jet of milk into your glass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She repeats this process several times until the glass is half filled and then she switches the grip and uses her left teat to continue filling it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Placing the glass in front of you, she hefts up her breasts and apparently weighs them in her hands before giving you another spritz from lefty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What can I say? I'm right handed. Does our good sir find his drink to his liking?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause for a moment and eye the glass in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing hold of it, you feel her warmth through the glass and bring it to your lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here goes nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tipping it back, you savor the first mouthful of warm milk and quickly hum your approval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The taste is almost sweet and runs down your tongue so smoothly, you can't help but keep drinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not until you're letting the last drops fall on your tongue do you realize that you've chugged the whole thing while Lily got herself back in uniform.</span><br />&quot;How much for a refill?&quot; You ask with a smile that Lily returns.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've got other tables I need to check on but I'll be happy to come back around for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans in to whisper in your ear while grabbing her serving tray.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I'd love to have you come back once we close.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deal successfully sealed, you return to your crepe and start digging in as Lyra absentmindedly stirs her tea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you a wizard?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shrugging your shoulders, you stuff your mouth with another forkful of crepe and chuckle lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today's gonna be a good day.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Properly fed and with this evening's plans set in stone, you take note of the sun's high position in the sky and figure you've got a good seven to eight hours until your date.</span><br />&quot;So, what's there to do around the city?&quot; You ask your minty companion.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, there's a plethora of museums with ancient artifacts, and I'm planning on visiting the Labrynthian Museum of Classical Music in a couple days once they've added the Lyre that was played by the King Nero during the Labryntian fire storms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make a mental note to remain sober when that exhibit opens, lest you repeat history.</span><br />&quot;We can hit up a few museums when it opens, today let's take in some of the local flavor.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Didn't think you'd still be that thirsty.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cheeky little...</span><br />&quot;Are you offering me a drink? I bet mare milk has it's charm too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good luck, ponies aren't as productive as a tauress in that regard. How 'bout a lift yeah?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Returning her to her captain's seat, the pony mulls over her map and it's points of interest while you wait.</span><br />&quot;What was it that concierge told us earlier at the hotel? I blanked out on everything before she said wrestling.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm? She mentioned something about a pet show and body modification. Not sure what that second one means.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Tattoos and piercings would be my guess.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh no. I'm kinda squeamish around blood. How about we go check out the animals?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do enjoy small furry critters.</span><br />&quot;Maybe I can check out the tattoo place with Lily sometime. Alright then, off to the pet show. Maybe they'll have those dogs with the melty faces.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or those hairless cats.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep the shaved pussy joke to yourself and head off in search of directions to the event.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally finding a taur that doesn't want to ask you a million questions or ignore you entirely, you head off to the event center in question.</span><br />&quot;So apparently it's a pet play symposium. I have no idea what that means. Is it gonna be like that time they tried to teach Rainbow Dash how to use the toilet properly?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno, but I think I speak for everypony when I say that the whole town is grateful for it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Noticing the midday traffic, you decide to leg it there to kill time and after a brisk half hour walk, your duo arrives at the event center.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Back and forth between two large buildings, you can see hordes of Minotaurs and other races sporting everything from tribal tattoos and collars to intricately carved beaks and horns.</span><br />&quot;You sure there isn't some kind of death metal concert today?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;According to that sign over there, each of these buildings is hosting one of those events.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A gruff looking unicorn pony with a bull ring walks by keeping hold of a leash that's tethered to a gimpy looking taur and as they pass you notice the taur has two tails.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A closer look however reveals the lower one to be fake and is more of a plug and play.</span><br />&quot;Oh. Suddenly this all feels so familiar.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra leans down to meet your gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What makes you say that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well my little pony. As a pet owner I probably should've realized the implications of hosting a pet play symposium in what was affectionately referred to as the red lamp district.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Meaning..?&quot;</span><br />&quot;This is a fetishists convention for a certain breed of S&amp;M couples.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, wow. Maybe we should-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's cut off by perky minotauress sporting a press badge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me miss, I'm covering this event and was just wondering where you got your little hooves on such an exotic pet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aw, hell naw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to let your alpha status take over.</span><br />&quot;Let me just stop you right there Tits McGee, I'm nobody's pet and am a proud pet owner myself. This little bundle of joy on my shoulders is on a trial period to join my herd and because I didn't wanna wear out her little hoovsies before I wear out her cushy keister, I decided to pop her up there. So put that in your article and print it before shoving it up your ass.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now how far past 'too' did you just take that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow! Spoken like a true dom. I can tell you really care about the well being of your girls, while still letting people around you know who's in charge. I'd love to get an interview if you have the time.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sorry, my time right now is dedicated to training this sweetheart. Maybe next year.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh you tease. Alright well I wouldn't want to waste any more of your time and see you get really mad. Although it is my job to do just that as a journalist, I too have my integrity.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Parting ways, you wander about until Lyra's voice calls down to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, what just happened? Did you just recruit me into your herd?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, I just didn't like the idea that just because I'm a unique species, people are gonna assume I'm someone's pet here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Ok. Well I'm not that easy anyway... Did you mean what you said about my butt though?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding onto her lower legs tightly, you rub your head along her inner thighs.</span><br />&quot;Butt of course.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was terrible and you should feel worse. Butt thanks.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay when you're on the receiving end of that it's pretty painful. I apologize.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Would it make you feel better if I wore a collar? Just to make everyone else here think twice about questioning you, of course.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It'd be much appreciated. Hmm, I'm thinking something festive, like red leather to contrast your fur with a gold tag to match your eyes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you mull over how to dress up your little pony friend, you take no notice of the hoofpump she makes above you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seems like you'll be going on a little shopping spree here.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bits in hand, you and Lyra waltz right into the symposium sans tickets and peruse the various booths with all sorts of accessories for the sapient breeds of pets.</span><br />&quot;Gosh I wish I could've brought Autumn along.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who's that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;She's my pet diamond dog. Met her out in the badlands and brought her home with me. She's all about this kind of stuff.&quot; You explain while browsing a selection of hand made collars.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your herd isn't just ponies?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nope, So far it's her, a pegasus, and...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd probably be best to keep your changeling lover's identity a secret.</span><br />&quot;A unicorn. Like I said earlier though, I'm really new to all this and just want to do alright by my girls. Now tell me which of these collars you think suits you best.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Levitating your picks up to her eye level, she hums as she looks them over before lowering one back down to the table and placing a simple black collar with a golden buckle in your hand.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it's not the right season to be wearing festive styles anyways.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Paying the griffon behind the table, you lower Lyra off your back and kneel down to place the collar on her yourself as she stands poised and ready like a showdog.</span><br />&quot;Y'know,&quot; you say reaching behind her neck to adjust the collars fit, &quot;I'm starting to think you're not totally against this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon Anon, it's just so we can blend into the crowds, oh! Or would you prefer me to call you 'master'?&quot; She asks while playfully batting her eyelashes at you.</span><br />&quot;It may as well be my middle name.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Standing up, you turn to resume your wandering around and click your tongue to signal Lyra to follow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the next hour or so with Lyra walking along just beside you, the little pony ohhs and ahhs as all levels of the fetish are available to see en force.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From a giggling pair of Minotauress' being led by a confident looking Griffon to a pony in full riding gear with a smaller breed of diamond dog taking the reigns, everywhere you look it's nothing but couples or groups expressing their love a little differently from the norm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't even know this kind of stuff existed before today. All I was interested in in this city was the music, but this place is incredible.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Imagine living it. The awkward first steps, building mutual trust, and finally being able to fill your respective roles out in comfort.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops and closes her eyes as she tries to picture it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'd make a pretty good owner as long as those belly rubs kept coming.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're not exactly convincing me that you're not interested you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm just saying that I'd be more of a lapdog than a pet like them. Outside of my concerts or hanging out with friends I like to just veg out on a solid bench and do a whole lot of nothing.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sounds like a great way to kill time. If you're not feeling this place anymore, we can go find a park or something and just people watch. Then again that's kinda what we've been doing here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's okay, that actually sounds like fun. Maybe we can find you some more ladies to woo since all the ones here seem taken.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure if she's serious or not, but considering that there's not much else to do here besides spend money, you settle for a change of venue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making one last stop on your way out, you pick up a little toy that your precious pooch Autumn will be sure to love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although you may need to try it on a tauress or two first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with the way Lyra's been reacting today, you may even try it out on a pony.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With you in tow, Lyra uses her map to guide you to a nearby park.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say near, but it took almost forty five minutes to get this far.</span><br />&quot;I could go for something to eat. What do you fee-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ice cream!&quot; She practically shouts as she gallops off to get in line at a nearby cart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ice cream it is then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Standing behind her in line, you look around the park and despite the sunny day and light attire the locals are sporting, you feel a bit cold thanks to the elevation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if summer decided to not be murderously hot for a change.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Anon, what's your favorite flavor?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I can only pick one?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good answer, these are on me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally reaching the front of the line, Lyra stands up to look over the counter and after a bit of thought, she chooses rocky road.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily for you, you could actually see the menu the whole time you were waiting and quickly select pistachio almond.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While Lyra counts out the bits to pay, you admire the Tauress' assets and a thought crosses your mind as you lick away at the frozen �treat.</span><br />&quot;Is this all homemade?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Puffing out her chest proudly, the nose ringed tauress answers, &quot;Fresh squeezed daily, I have a small operation with my sisters and some of the regular customers can tell who's milk made which ice cream. Luckily for you big boy, that one in your hands was all me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I can certainly taste the love, thank you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves you off and happily returns to serving the customers that were behind you as you and Lyra retreat to a nearby bench.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting side by side, the two of you watch a group of younger taurs play soccer in the distance.</span><br />&quot;This is nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoying your vacation?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Most definitely. No waking up in strange places, no back alley surgery, no tunnels collapsing in on my head.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have got to tell me the whole story about that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sorry kid, still a national secret. I might actually have said too much so you might wanna do a little house hunting while you're here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Laying belly up, she rests her head on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not even if I was one of your girls?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, you are still wearing the collar.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Placing your hand on her belly, you begin rubbing it in circles as she melts at your touch.</span><br />&quot;Just like you imagined?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Soooo much better... master.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stretches out to give you full access to her belly and you work every inch of it to her pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your snacks long since gone and the horizon turning orange with the setting of the sun, you decide it's time to get back to the hotel and get ready for your date with Lily tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hoisting the pampered pony into a piggy back position, she stays lucid long enough to give you directions back to the hotel despite her earlier tummy treatment.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reaching your base of operations, you deposit the pony in bed before tucking her in nice and snugly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Checking the time, you find that you have enough to squeeze in a quick shower before you go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Having taken care of business on the toilet then in the tub, you leave shaving to another day before slipping into a comfortable pair of jeans and throwing a button up over a t-shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stopping in front of the room's vanity mirror, you give your reflection a once over before shooting your finger pistols at it approvingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A giggle escapes Lyra's lips as she sits up in bed.</span><br />&quot;Thought you'd be comatose after that rubbing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I came pretty close but somebody kept brushing his hands a little too far south despite us being in public.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You should give him a piece of your mind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I had a different piece of me in mind but he didn't initiate anything so I guess I'll just have to go to bed partly satisfied.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Damn shame. Well if things go alright with my date, maybe my new friend and I can come back and give you some helping hands.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They are a lot better than hooves for rubbing. Good luck out there tiger.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing Lyra's map just in case, you stuff it in your back pocket before leaning over the bed and giving her a goodnight kiss on the cheek.</span><br />&quot;Don't wait up for me, sweet dreams kid.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hitting the streets, you take off for the cafe where you hope Lily remembers her offer lest you look the fool.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only having to stop and check the map once, you quickly arrive at your destination just in time to catch some of the workers locking up and are relieved to see Lily among them.</span><br />&quot;What's cookin' good lookin'?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls look between each other before Lily steps forward to greet you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Kitchen's closed sir, but I know a few places we can grab a drink if you're up to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other's start whispering and giggling amongst themselves before wishing Lily luck with her monkey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just hooks one arm under yours and flips off her coworkers with the other as you walk away.</span><br />&quot;They seem like a friendly bunch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If gossip, back talk and giggles are what you're into then sure.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well the work day's over so let's go have a little fun.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now we're talking.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not a very long walk before you end up in front of a small dive bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The familiar smell of booze, nachos and sadness fills your nostrils.</span><br />&quot;My kind of place.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking through the door, Lily leads you to a corner booth where she slides into her seat with her legs up on the free space while you sit across from her.</span><br />&quot;Come here often?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you ask that, a bartender approaches and places a mug of beer before each of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Often enough for me to have her drink ready, first time in a while I've had to pour two for her though.&quot; Says the middle aged taur with a comb over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;While I love you for the drinks old man, you didn't have to tell my friend that second part.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What can I say dear? You're too pretty to be spending your youth in my place.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, yeah. You tell me that every other time. Just keep the beer coming and maybe Anonymous here will grant your wish.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bartender just shrugs his shoulders with a sigh and returns to his spot behind the bar where several other patrons nurse their drinks.</span><br />&quot;Friend of yours?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Friend of my mom's, although with how he treats me he may as well be a second mom.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's nice to know you've got people who care for you though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know, I know, but right now I just need to unwind. So let's get sloshed and see where the night takes us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises her mug and you return the gesture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cheers.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Cheers.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;After six more mugs each and a heated discussion over hoofball teams, the conversation returns to your drinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So anything you like to drink besides beer?&quot; She asks with the beginnings of a blush crossing her cheeks.</span><br />&quot;Milk.&quot; You state while blatantly staring at her hefty chesties.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just chuckles while shaking her head before waving at the bartender.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey old man, bring me some vodka and that coffee stuff. Oh, and a couple rocks glasses.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bringing her the items in question, she takes a moment to crack her neck and knuckles before she starts mixing the drinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the glasses already iced, she pours each half full with the vodka and follows up with �maybe half as much coffee liqueur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is something my mom taught me how to make when she used to work here. It's an old Moss-cow recipe and normally we would use cream but since you seem so fond of my milk I'll personalize the drink for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unbuttoning her top, she gives the girls a shake for you before leaning over the drinks and filling the remaining space in each glass with her fresh milk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sliding one glass over to you. She raises hers up to toast once more and you do the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To new friends.&quot;</span><br />&quot;To old recipes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a laugh, you both begin sipping away at your drinks and you relax even deeper into your seat while enjoying her sweet mix.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once your glasses are empty and you've both settled into a comfortable silence while drunkenly staring into each others eyes, the old man shows up to your table before throwing a clean dish cloth over Lily's still exposed chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your mother was always fond of letting it all hang out too, but I think it's time you head home honey. Anonymous, could you be a dear and make sure she gets there? This girl knows how much I worry.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sure thing old man.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rolling his eyes playfully, the bartender starts picking up your mess while you help Lily up onto her hooves.</span><br />&quot;What do we owe ya?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry about it, her money's no good here and that's the most I've seen her laugh and smile in months. You just keep her safe and we'll be even.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You have my word.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And my axesh.&quot; Lily slurs while hugging your midsection for support.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh to be young again. Goodnight Lily, and make sure you get straight to bed when you get home.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lily just giggles before laying a hand on your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As long as I don't have to go alone.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning on one another for support, the two of you make it out of the bar and into the streets where you begin the task of getting her home.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air is crisp and at this hour, only fellow night crawlers are prowling the streets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At one point you even have an awkward time trying to walk past another drunk couple only to constantly geet in each others way before grabbing on to the other pair and spinning yourselves around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying your over exaggerated goodbyes, you continue on while Lily clings to you for support.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I had a good feeling about you Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh really now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. There was just something genuine about you. Like you weren't just looking to breed me and leave me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What do you mean by that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, picking out a girl who seems to come from good stock and passing on the best genes. It's one of the reason's I'm so popular at the cafe. Young bulls love coming in and trying to get a piece of this, but I dunno. I want more out of life though, like my mom wanted for me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What do you mean?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I was born, there were some complications and my mom almost didn't make it. She survived, but she developed an autoimmune disease that left her body weak. When I was still in my mid-teens, her health took a turn for the worse and...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops to dry some tears on her sleeve and you pull her into a hug.</span><br />&quot;It's alright, you don't have to explain.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she's calmed down, she pushes away from you and takes a deep breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry. Once I start thinking about her, I...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I already said it's fine. I miss my mom too. Besides, I'm sure that she'll be happy as long as you are.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I feel the same. Well we're almost to my place so I'd really like to get back and clean myself up. It's just around the corner here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking her hand, you resume your walk at a more subdued pace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leads you to an apartment complex and up the stairs to the third floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you approach the top however, a lone shadow overtakes the staircase.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Was wonderin' when you'd be back my little flower.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A musclebound taur blocks your way up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh jeez. Brass, it's over. I'm not interested in having a kid with you. We already banned you from the cafe, I really don't want to bring the guard in on this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh c'mon now sweetness, we could make b-e-a-utiful children together. Lotta heifers out there would love some of this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then go bother one of them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I want you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Brass... Just stop.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ain't gonna stop until-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey! I believe the lady asked you to stop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This ain't none of your business string bean. Why don't you buzz off before I break you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, let's just head to where you're staying.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh you'll let this freak fill you up but I'm not even on your radar?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Look, Ass. You can either walk down these stairs or fly down them. The choice is yours.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then why don't you show me how it's done?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He takes a swing at you, but you grab his wrist and pull him down the stairs causing him to face plant to on the second floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before he gets up, you sit on his back and grab him by the horns.</span><br />&quot;That's one flight. would you like to earn some more miles or will you be hoofing it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Argh, fine. But this ain't over freakshow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You press his head into the floor until he cries out.</span><br />&quot;That's Mr. Freakshow to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Letting the taur up, youtighten your fists until they audibly pop and stare him down until he finally descends the stairs to the first floor and you hear his hoofsteps disappear into the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You didn't need to do that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Some people don't learn otherwise. You may want to get in contact with the law though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. We actually dated for a while but once he showed his true colors was when I dumped him.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You gonna be alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course. But I'd feel a lot safer if I had a big strapping man to stay the night with me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then I volunteer myself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lily smiles and leads the way to her apartment and allows you in.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing the door behind you, you turn back to find Lily's shirt being tossed over your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Removing it, the topless tauress stands in a doorway and beckons you over with her finger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Answering the call, you stride over to the room she went into and catch her skirt as it flies at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Resting her meaty mammaries on the back of a couch, she giggles and lays herself down as you make your way around to her side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were expecting her panties to be tossed at you next but Lily simply lays there with her legs crossed denying you access.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's no fair if I'm the only one getting undressed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't argue with that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Removing your shirt, you toss it on the ground and quickly undo your belt to remove your pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What happened to your chest?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lily's eyes are fixed on the parallel lines of scar tissue running across your chest.</span><br />&quot;You wanna know how I got these scars?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, yeah.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm what you'd call a drinker, and a friend. And one night things got crazier than usual. So the diamond dog king pulled out his claws to attack. I didn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, my friends held hostage, he takes the claws to me, howling while he does it. He growls at me and says, 'Just die already.' He swings those meat hooks again and again. 'Just die already.' I catch his claw in my hand. &quot;I won't die that easy.&quot; and... 'Please forgive me.' That was end of that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that really what happened?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well there's more to the story but I'll only say so much about it. Maybe I'll tell you everything some other time. For now though, I just want share a little warmth.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uncrossing her legs she lifts them straight up and removes the simple black satin panties that are practically invisible against the black fur that covers her bovine attributes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she's gotten them off, she fans open her legs invitingly and uses her fingers to spread herself open, revealing the moist pinkness of her pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your erection ready to rip it's way out of your boxers, she bites her lips in anticipation at your pitched tent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Removing the restrictive fabric from your person, you take a knee on the couch and let her get an eyeful of yourself to gauge her reaction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No way a bulls condom is fitting over that thing.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Is that good or bad?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;VERY good, and I'm pretty sure you're clean. Bulls are kinda pointier than what you've got, not to mention your girth. I'm actually kinda nervous since I've never gone outside my species.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then we'll take it slow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pressing your tip against her slit, you gently ease your way between her lips while she moans amicably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you've bottomed out, you give her a minute to adjust herself beneath you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pretty sure I just felt my hips widen for you.&quot; She says, wrapping her legs around your waist.</span><br />&quot;Well I certainly appreciate the effort, now let's see how long they hold out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling out of her warmth slowly, her legs prevent you from removing yourself completely and help push you back in when you begin pumping her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bracing yourself on the couch cushions to either side of her, you watch her body and most notably her breasts, undulate in rhythm with your ministrations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Increasing the pace, you relish in her love muscle's contractions which cause her to tighten her legs' hold around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With less room to pull out, you stick to deep, rapid presses into her folds causing her to let out something between a moan and a moo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Putting more of your weight on one arm, you take the other and grab hold of her breast, while using your thumb and forefinger to manipulate her nipple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She uses her own hand to play with her opposite nipple to try and match your movements.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon the milk starts flowing and you feel a primal need to lap it all up lest any more go to waste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing her by the waist, she doesn't get enough time to question you before you swing her up while sitting on the couch and impale her on your rod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That last penetration was enough to send her over the edge and while her pussy convulses around your cock, you bring both of her nipples up to your mouth and begin suckling the rich, life giving milk straight from the tap, gnawing on her nipples occasionally �while her body falls limp in your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thirst quenched, you release her teats from your mouth and allow her to lay against you while she catches her breath and matching streams of milk run down your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I haven't cum that hard in a long time.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ready to do it again then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pumping your still erect penis into her, she moans softly, bites her lips and just nods her head in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Laying the tired tauress back down, you grab her ankles and lift her legs up before pushing them back to cause her crotch to tighten up even harder around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using your upper body to hold her legs in place, you grab her nipples in each hand and pull them up to her mouth, which she quickly accepts and uses her own hands to hold her breasts in place so that no more of her milk goes wasted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From this position, you grab hold of the armrest for support and begin hammering away at her insides while she moans into her own flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a second orgasm on the horizon for her as indicated by her tightening sex and the way she looses hold of her nipples from her mouth causing jets of milk to fire off onto her face and over the side of the couch, you go full speed to join her over the edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without holding you back, you allow yourself to jizz freely into her depths as her pussy greedily milks your member for it's seed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning back and pulling out, you shoot the last few spurts of cum onto her belly and admire the way it contrasts against her ebony skin much like the milk from her own body does.</span><br />&quot;Alright, let's get you cleaned up and in bed. Not enough cuddle space on this couch.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing a box of tissues off the coffee table, you wipe up the mess off her body, taking your time to clean up around her nipples and help the shaky tauress back up onto her feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This doesn't last long as you managed to succeed in making her hips go out so you throw an arm under legs and another under back and lift her up into your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pointing out her room, you briskly walk over to the bed and throw yourselves onto it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Face to face, she kisses you softly on the lips before shutting her eyes and resting her head on your arm rather than the pillow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good night Anonymous.&quot;</span><br />&quot;G'night Lily.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweet dreams are definitely made of this.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You awake in the morning under the covers and alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alone except for the scent of something tasty wafting into the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remembering you disrobed in the living room, you follow the smell sans clothing and end up in Lily's kitchen to find her in her work clothes and an apron making pancakes on a skillet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While her hooves clack on the tile with every step, your bare feet make little noise as you approach her from behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After letting her flip the current pancake you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your head on her shoulders while she gasps in surprise.</span><br />&quot;I hope you're making enough for two.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jeez, don't scare me like that. Some made for scratch pancakes if you must know. Now why don't you put your clothes back on and take a seat? They'll be ready in a minute.&quot; She says while pulling away from your grip.</span><br />&quot;I was kinda hoping to feed my lust but I guess it is stomach's turn now. Then again, they both had their fill last night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heading back into the living room, you can finally admire the simple decor now that there's enough light in the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing your clothes off the floor where they landed last night, you get your underwear, pants and shirt on before sitting down to tie your shoes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's still the faintest musky scent coming off the couch and you can't help but smile.</span><br />&quot;So how do your hips feel?&quot; You ask walking back into the kitchen and sitting at the table.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sore. I'll be walking funny at work all morning. The other girls are sure to get a kick outta that. At least I'm only working a half shift today.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Holiday or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope, tonight's the big fight. I bought my tickets over a month ago. I wanted to take the whole week off but it would've messed with the schedule too much so I'm only getting half of today and tomorrow off. Guess it's lucky I had to work yesterday or we wouldn't have met.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And what a shame that would be. Wait, you said tickets?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. I was still with brass and thought it might be a good bonding experience for us, but... well you met him last night.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right. Now I'm really glad I was here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Me too, so that's why I was thinking that maybe you'd like to go see the fight with me? I know we just had a date last night but I had such a wonderful time and I just-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey. Of course I'll go. Gonna have to tell my traveling buddy that I've got plans tonight, plus I'd like to clean up after that sweat we broke last night. Want me to pick you up?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just tell me where you're staying, I'll have a cab pick us both up and take us there. Now let's get eating already since being late will just add fuel to the gossip fire. What can I get you to drink?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Milk.&quot; Your answer is quick and firm.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her palm connects to her face as she chuckles and shakes her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I should've seen that one coming.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't stop her from getting a glass out of the cabinet and unbuttoning her shirt though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After scarfing down your meal, you escort Lily to work arm in arm and despite the darkness of her skin, you can see the crimson under her shorter facial fur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Going so far as to kiss her on the cheek before she enters, you wave her off while receiving jealous glares from the male clientele and Lily is instantly horded by her coworkers, likely asking her all about your date last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's her problem though, for now you've likely got a lonely little pony sitting around your hotel room.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering through the lobby, you give a polite nod to the concierge and make your way back up to your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is however, a distinct lack of Lyra, but you figure that she went out for breakfast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kicking off your shoes, you get undressed again before grabbing your towel from your suitcase, and entering the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you open the door though, you're greeted with steam as a startled pony splashes about in the tub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANON?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks down at your uncovered glory before trying to lean her elbow on the rim of the tub seductively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well hello to you too Anon Jr.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sorry, just got back and felt like cleaning up. Didn't mean to bother you. By the way, my eyes are up here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right. Well it's a big tub if you want in.&quot; She says while sliding off to one side.</span><br />&quot;Okay sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;If she wasn't serious about her offer then she shouldn't have made it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tucking your towel onto the rack, you casually stroll up to the speechless pony and dip your foot in the soothing hot bath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting down in the tub, you're actually able to sit in the water up to your chest which causes you to instantly relax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Didn't think you'd take me up on it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Go with the flow kid, go with the flow.&quot; You reply while leaning back and closing your eyes.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water shifts again and a weight finds itself in your lap while the back of your bathtub companion leans against your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go with the flow right?&quot; she asks with a wiggle of her rump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seems she was only satisfied playing coy for so long.</span><br />&quot;Had a feeling you were getting interested.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Getting? Did you think I'd let you stay in my hotel room after we just met if I wasn't?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What can I say? I'm a simple man with simple needs. No need for games.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And right now there's a mare with a singular need sitting in your lap. What d'you say tiger? Or are you worn out from last night?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't doubt my libido dear.&quot; You slide a hand down her belly and between her legs. &quot;It may come back to bite you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take the tip of her ear between your teeth.</span><br />&quot;And if it doesn't, I will.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;An all too familiar part of your anatomy pops up to say hello as you begin teasing the mare.</span><br />&quot;Y'know I actually could use a break so I'll let you take care of this, but don't worry,&quot; You re-position yourself so that your member is pressed along her slit. &quot;My friend is here to help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Guess this is what I get for playing around? Not that I mind.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rolling her hips, she grinds her lips along your length and occasionally you can feel her winker pop out to give you a kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breathing hitches as she continues to tease herself until she can take it no longer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon I-&quot; She turns to you with flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A simple nod of your head is all the approval she needs as she lifts her tasty rump up above the water line before she dips herself back onto you full speed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the familiar force of penetration and warmth of inner pony but Lyra just sits there, unmoving.</span><br />&quot;Lyra? You alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling her shoulder the pony falls back against you while her eyes roll around dizzily and you realize she may have just lost consciousness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding her with one arm, you use the other to gently splash her face with water until she shakes it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was amazing...&quot; She says dreamily as she nuzzles against your chest.</span><br />&quot;I barely put it in!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, my fault. I kinda slipped when I went down on you and well...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She uses her magic to move her tail and you find yourself buried to the hilt in her ponut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A familiar sensation indeed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's always been a really hit or miss thing for me, but with you it's definitely a hit. I know some stallions aren't into that though so if you wan't-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just press a finger against her lips and shush her.</span><br />&quot;This. This is my fetish.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Back in Ponyville, a shudder runs up Fluttershy's spine and her own ponut puckers in want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing Lyra by the waist, you hoist her up while getting on your knees in the tub and set her back down on her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans forward to brace herself and you feel her ring tighten around you in expectation.</span><br />&quot;Ride 'em cowboy!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin the process of ploughing her rectum as the water in the tub waves back and forth, it's warmth caressing your legs and even reaching as high as where you and Lyra are connected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With no way to muffle her moans of pleasure, the pony just allows herself to let loose and her impassioned cries echo out in the tiled bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her legs shiver and quake but you keep your hold on her waist firm as you batter her backdoor repeatedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the finale on it's way, you wrap your arms around the little pony and she lets out a surprised yelp as you stand up in the tub and hold her against you while continuing the anal assault.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this angle, you can hilt her with each thrust and she tries in vain to hold back her continuous orgasms which causes her grip on your shaft to randomly shift between loose and vice like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon enough you feel your balls clench and you begin to freely splatter her insides with your cum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting back down in the tub, you cuddle up with the breathless, pleasured pony who decides to use your chest as a pillow and you feel that after a morning like this, it would be nice to take a little siesta.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A chill runs up Lyra's spine and her shivering is enough to stir you from your nap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure how long you've been sitting in the tub but the steam's cleared up and the water's turned cool so no time like the present.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a little shake, you bring Lyra back to consciousness and help her up out of the tub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using her magic, she levitates the towels off the rack and passes you yours while she begins rubbing herself down with her own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrapping your towel around your waist, you kneel down and take control of her towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly lets you take the reigns as you start rubbing the cloth all over her furry self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're pretty good with those hands of yours Anon. Even with magic it still feels like somepony digging their hooves into my coat whenever I dry up.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What cab I say? I'm dangerously dexterous. I'd probably benefit from a few sewing lessons though. Oh well, any plans for this morning?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How about round two?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I was actually thinking of going out to eat or sight see, but I like your enthusiasm. Plus I've got plans for tonight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poor thing looks utterly devastated that she'll be without your company yet again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really? I was thinking about staying up all night with you in bed.&quot; She bats her eyelashes at you pleadingly.</span><br />&quot;A tempting offer believe me but I'll be going to that Mud Wrestling Federation show tonight with Lily. the ticket was meant for someone else originally but they forfeited their right to go and Lily was really hoping I'd accompany her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you gonna add her to your herd too?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's... a very good question actually.</span><br />&quot;The thought crossed my mind more than a few times while I was with her last night, but I think it's up to her if she wants to or not. We're having a lot of fun but she knows I'm not here to stay. You however, you'll be coming back home to Ponyville with me and if things keep on the way they are, well I'm sure the girls would be more than welcoming. But, just like Lily, it's up to you if you want in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Considering you didn't even rent a hotel room, I'm pretty sure it's you who's coming home with me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's got you there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra smiles warmly, &quot;I'm definitely thinking about it, but I'll wait until we're headed home to make my decision. No sense in rushing into anything when we have this much time together.&quot;</span><br />&quot;'Atta girl. Let me get dressed and we'll go see a play or something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Removing your towel, Lyra's eyes gravitate south of your belly button while you dry your hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a clean set of clothes and a minty fresh pony on your shoulders, you once again take to the street's in search of entertainment.</span></div></div>




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