Cuties, marks, and clops.

Anon decided he'd first engage in sexual antics with younger fillies. He had interacted with Applejack's family and met little Applebloom and her friends. They called themselves the Cutiemark Crusaders, and their mission was to discover their special talents to get their butt-marks. They had once proudly displayed their rumps to Anon, which had left Anon with a bit of a chub. Applejack seemingly noticed Anon's slight change, but she didn't say anything about it.

A life long lived as a secret pervert on Earth had left Anon with pretty good control of his own desires. So far he had managed to not display his full rigidness to anypony, fearing that the ponies would question his sexual desires before he could assess the full situation. After he had learned of their rules, Anon decided it was best to keep his own desires in check, at least for a little while, for fear that a public display of his boner might confuse the little ponies before he had a chance to really explain himself.

That said, Anon wanted to display himself to the fillies first, figuring that their own ignorance concerning sex and their willingness to do anything for a cutiemark may be a boon in his own quest to satisfy his perverted lust. Anon soon made his way over to the Cutiemark Crusader's clubhouse, which was about the same size as his own house. Waltzing in like he owned the place, Anon discovered the fillies all laying on the floor, each coloring on papers in different ways. Sweetie was utilizing her magic to guide her crayon. Applebloom was using her little muzzle to try and color within the lines. Scootaloo gripped her crayon between her hooves and frantically colored in spastic motions in every direction.

"Hi girls!" Anon yelled, surprising the fillies who had been focused on their coloring.

"Oh, hiya Anon! We was just doing our art homework" Applebloom said excitedly.

"Yeah, we were coloring what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wanna be just like my sister, so I'm coloring a dress," Sweetie Belle squeaked.

"I'm just drawing Rainbow Dash" Scootaloo blurted out.

Applebloom laughed, "How surprising, Ahm so shocked!"

"Oh, yeah? Like your drawing of a bunch of apples wasn't predictable?" Scootaloo retorted.

Anon spied their colorings and was impressed with their efforts, considering that they all looked pretty good for children, not to mention they were all coloring in such different ways.

"What are you doing, Anon?" Asked Sweetie Belle.

"Oh, I'm just here to check in with my favorite little fillies," Anon said genuinely as he sat down near them to observe. The little mares giggled and continued coloring. Thoughts raced through Anon's mind. How was he going to seduce these little ponies? He didn't want to break any laws, but he didn't want to have to explain sex to the girls either. He would rather they willingly but ignorantly got him off of their own accord. He just had to think of a way to make that happen.

"I could definitely use more glitter! Rainbow is always so sparkly!" Anon watched Scootaloo trot to her art supplies, but saw her smile turn into a frown as she sulked back to her coloring of Rainbow Dash empty-hooved.

"What's wrong, Scoots?" Anon inquired.

"I don't have any more glue for my glitter! How am I supposed to make Rainbow as awesome as she is in real life without glitter?"

Anon smiled, "I think I can assist you with that."

Anon spread his legs, and displayed his genitals directly to the fillies.

"What's that, Anon?" inquired Sweetie Belle.

"That's his ding-dong, Sweetie. I see my brother's whenever we wrestle and play" Applebloom said innocently.

"It's called a penis, Applebloom. Don't you pay attention at school?" Whoa...Anon didn't expect Scootaloo to be the book-smart type...if she knew much more than that, this may not work as Anon intended.

"You're both right, Scootaloo. It can be called lots of things, and only boys have them." Anon patted Sweetie's head "It's okay if you didn't know, so long as you know what you have."

"I have a wee-wee!" shouted Sweetie Belle.

"It's called a vuh-jine-uh, Sweetie Belle" Applebloom said, looking at Scootaloo.

Scootaloo pondered before saying "Thaaaaat's mostly right. I mean, there's lots of differences to a filly's parts compared to a colt's...but most ponies just say vagina."

"Jesus Christ, Scootaloo," Anon thought, "are you top of your class or something?"

"That's right! But do you know what they're for?" Anon asked.

"Uuuuhh...peeing?" Sweetie answered. Nopony said anything more.

"Scootaloo, is that all?" Anon asked.

"Umm...I guess so. I don't know anything else they do." Scootaloo looked a little intrigued.

Jackpot.

"Well girls, get ready for a treat." Anon motioned for the fillies to gather closer to his member. "Watch this!" Finally, Anon allowed his dick to fully engorge, letting go of his self-control.

"Whoa! It got so much bigger! Is that magic?" Scootaloo asked as the other two fillies sat stupefied by Anon's boner.

"Yeah, sort of. It happens when I want to help my friends," Anon said, realizing that it wasn't really that much of a lie.

"What do ya mean?" Asked Applebloom.

Anon replied "Well, Scootaloo needs glue, soooo..."

"Your penis is going to make glue? That's amazing Anon!" Scootaloo beamed. Suddenly, she reached forward and cupped Anon's dick in her hooves. "How's it come out?"

The feeling of her hooves was incredible; the first sexual contact Anon had had in some time. It sent bolts of pleasure down his spine. "Well, you just have to touch it a lot. That makes me feel good and when I feel good enough I can make the glue for you."

Scootaloo smiled, "Leave it to me!"

Scootaloo started giving Anon a rather spastic hoofjob, not unlike the motions of her coloring he had observed earlier. It felt pretty amazing, but was lacking the finesse to truly push Anon over the edge. Still, Anon found the whole situation to be extremely erotic, and allowed it to go on for some time before Scootaloo finally became impatient.

"How long is this going to take, Anon?" Scootaloo inquired.

Anon thought for a bit and replied "I'm not sure, Scoots, but maybe it would go faster if Applebloom and Sweetie Belle helped." The two fillies had previously simply been observing, both excited to see the "glue" that Anon had promised. Anon himself observed that all three fillies were blushing, despite their ignorance. He figured that on a subconscious, primal level, the fillies' bodies knew that this was more than just making glue.

"What should we do, Mister Anon?" Applebloom asked, approaching little Anon, Sweetie following closely.

"Well, I think I know how you can both help. Applebloom, if you could take the tip of my ding-dong in your mouth, and kind of manipulate it like you were with your crayons earlier, that would feel really good. And Sweetie Belle, you could use your magic on my balls right here in the same gentle way you magically held your crayons. Scootaloo, if you could just keep stroking the base of my penis with your hooves, that'd be great." Anon could not have guessed his sexual exploits would have turned out so nicely.

"Okay, Mister Anon!" The little mare opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Anon's tip. Applebloom began licking the tip gently, perhaps to sample the new taste in her mouth. She sucked on it for a brief moment before popping off, licking her lips and swallowing her spit.

"Umami! Scootaloo! It's Umami!" Applebloom said enthusiastically.

"For real?" Scootaloo said with a look of surprise on her face.

"What's ew mommy?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"You know, Sweetie! We just learnt this in class! It's one of the six tastes! Salty, bitter, sour, sweet, umami, and magic!" Applebloom yelled.

Sweetie Belle's eyes blinked, followed by a look of realization "Oh yeah! I remember now! Savory! Like mushrooms!"

Anon sat there, amazed that somehow Equestrian scientists had developed the same word for the same term on Earth despite vastly different histories...how was that possible? For that matter, why did ponies speak English, much less Japanese? Anon's mind was beginning to spiral out of control with existential dread when suddenly he realized that all three fillies were tasting him. "Umami!"

After the amazing sensation of three fillies happily licking his shaft, Anon found that the fillies had resumed their assigned duties in glue-production. Applebloom was cheerfully manipulating Anon's dickhead in a variety of ways with her mouth, using her tongue, lips, and even teeth in ways that only a pony who had learned to fluently write with her mouth could. Meanwhile, the new sensation of magic was tickling Anon's balls in an amazingly pleasant way; it was as if velvet and velcro had somehow made a baby and that baby was playing with his balls. Also, this whole time Scootaloo had never stopped rubbing Anon's shaft with her soft hooves. The combined efforts of these determined fillies was awe-inspiring, and Anon shed a tear at the site of their teamwork.

"I'm getting close, girls. My glue's about to come out, and when it does, you'll need somewhere to put it!" Scootaloo quickly reacted to Anon's declaration, and grabbed a nearby jar. "That's good Scoots. Now Applebloom, be sure not to swallow it all when I start to let it out! Spit what you can out into the jar for Scootaloo's art project." Applebloom nodded, and began sucking a little harder. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle doubled their efforts too, with Scootaloo increasing her speed and roughness and Sweetie Belle touching Anon's balls directly with her hooves as well as her magic. As Anon built closer and closer to climax, the fillies fixated their gazes on his dick.

"It's coming!" Anon yelled, gritting his teeth as wave after wave of pleasure overcame him. The first rope of cum splashed the back of Applebloom's throat forcing her to swallow a little bit, while the second simply hit the roof of her mouth. She released Anon with an audible 'pop' and took her prize to the jar, opening her mouth and letting it slowly drip out, not wanting to contaminate it too much with her own spit. Meanwhile, Anon shot off another rope that managed to land right on Applebloom's little perfectly puckered ponut. She yelped, but then laughed when she reached back with a hoof and realized it was just more glue. When the other two fillies realized Anon wasn't done, they didn't know what to do. Anon, for his part, had lost all pretenses of the situation and began stroking himself furiously, coaxing up a few more ropes of cum that he purposely shot at both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo's face. They laughed as it landed in various places on their muzzles, but became somewhat annoyed when it got into their manes.

"Anon! Don't get glue in our manes!" Sweetie took initiative and began magically grabbing and carrying the 'glue' to its container.

"Wow, Anon! Thanks! Now Scootaloo can finish her project!" Sweetie squeaked out.

"Don't mention it," Anon huffed, "Anything for my friends. If you girls need me, I'll just be napping over here in the corner."

"Hu-mens are weird," Sweetie said bluntly.

"Yeah, but they sure are interesting creatures" Applebloom added.

"Maybe Anon's penis will help us more in the future," Scootaloo replied, foreshadowing a sequel.

The End