It Ain't Easy Being Ana Leez

by Coldfire Hart

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Slice of Life
Length: 3403

Meet Ana Leez. Your typical mare working an average job at the Canterlot Cryobank. It's not as exciting as you'd think, but Ana has made it work.

This is clop. That is all.

Ana Leez, a mare of exotic beauty who works at a cryobank instead of being a model to rival Fleur de Lis, or being on T.V. or in movies –something her elegance and sexiness would do much more for her.

Guess she felt her calling was at such a place or she just wanted to because she enjoys the benefits of helping stallions donate to a great cause.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-23 19:30:02 UTC

A Day In the Life of Ana Leez

Dear diary,

I just wanted to tell you how well I’ve been doing lately and what I have been doing. As you know from the last time we spoke I was working in Canterlot as a receptionist at the Canterlot Mansion. Was. I no longer work there and since found a nice job at the Canterlot Cryobank.

I must say that working there had done wonders for me. I’d lost some of the pudge I complained about, made new friends, and I got treated with the respect I deserved. What more could I ask for? Oh, did I say ‘did work at a cryobank’? Oops. Almost spilled the big surprise. Well diary, I used to work there but now I work at a much, much better place--I’ll get to that later. Until then I’ll tell you of my experience at the Bank. But you have to keep it a secret okay?

~~♥~~Ana

        “AHHHH! I’m late! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” the worried mare shrieked. She jumped out of her bed and raced around her room like a minotaur in a pottery shop. The girl didn’t even care if she looked like a mess at first because she was more worried about her attire for the day.

“Blue dress with black trim? Or white dress with gold trim? Lavender maybe?” she mused holding each dress up in front of her and the full body mirror; each dress enveloped in a fuschia aura. “Jasper, which one do you think?” she turned about face and looked at Jasper, her pet cat from Saddle Arabia. He looked up from his routine cleaning and meowed. “You’re absolutely right. This one will do wondrously.”

        After spending close to thirty minutes on just debating on what dress to wear the elated mare spent only a hooful of minutes primping herself; she brushed out the knots in her mane, plucked her eyebrows, and brushed her teeth before she raced out of her studio apartment with the speed of a Young Flier with something to prove to somepony.

***

Kling-kling! The sound of the door opening caught the attention of the receptionist, an older mare dressed in a labcoat. She looked up from her newspaper and smiled at the gentleman who had walked in.

“Well hello there, good sir.” she greeted with an inviting smile.

“Hello, ma’am.” he replied confidently. “I’m here to donate.”

“Well you’ve come to the right place.” the mare said back to him.

“Is this your first time?” she asked as she drew a clipboard from her desk along with the necessary paperwork & pen.

“Yes, it is, ma’am.” the stallion answered her.

The employee smiled. “Okay then. Just fill these three papers out and bring it back to me when you’re done and we’ll get you in line.” she told him.

        The stallion took the things in his mouth and trotted over to a vacant seat to begin. As he did the employee took a closer look at him. He was a white earth pony of average stature and wore a suit & tie and his mane was a golden blond that was primp & proper of a successful businessman.

The door chimed again and this time when the secretary looked up after helping the fifth stallion, a smile came over her face--as it did with the five others males in the waiting room; each who stopped what they were doing to stare up at the frazzled mare. Before anypony could get a long, hard look at her though, she raced past the desk and through a door that had an Employees Only sign to the right of it. After each of them came back to Equestria they finished their paperwork and took it up to the front desk.

“I do say, who was that mare?” the stallion who had came in first asked.

“She’s one of our best employees, Mr. Cardigan.” the mare replied with a bright smile at him and the other four. After he returned to his seat and she collected the clipboards of the others, she walked into the back and down a short hallway into an occupied room. “Busy morning?”

“Yes! Very busy. I can’t believe I was late!” the unicorn said as she finished buttoning up her white coat. “I’m so, so sorry!” she apologized.

The unicorn’s senior manager laughed heartily. “It’s quite alright, Ana. It happens to the best of us. And as I know, you’ve been a very busy mare as of late.” she gave Ana a wink then left the room.

Ana’s face went bright red at the wink her senior gave her. “I--Well, uh…” she stuttered like a lovestruck filly. “I won’t let it happen again.” she promised before trotting out of the room to start her day.

The day went by like it always did for Ana. She would lead each patient to a vacant room and hand them a clear container with a label on it, explain to them what they were to do with it then after they were done with it, and what to do afterwards then she’d leave them to their own devices and repeat the process until it was the end of her day. Or at least that’s how Ana’s day should have gone.

Kling-kling! The bell chimed for the fiftieth time but this time Ana walked out of the back rooms to greet the stallion who had come in. Her breath was caught in her throat when she laid eyes on him. Golden locks, a quirky smile, gleaming gamboge coat and white thick-rimmed glasses. She knew who it was before she even spoke to him, distracted by his choice of clothing that seemed like yesteryear to her.

“Welcome to the Canterlot Cryobank. I’m Ana Leez. How may I help you?” Ana greeted Trenderhoof with a bright smile.

Trenderhoof looked around suspiciously for a minute then turned his attention to Ana, the mare behind the desk who had greeted him. “Oh. My. Celestia!” he exclaimed. “You are beautiful!” he remarked brightly.

Ana was taken by surprise and reared up slightly now with a look of confusion. “Uhh thanks?”

Trenderhoof made his way to the desk like a colt in love and smiled at Ana. While Ana was used to such attention from stallions and mares of Equestria alike, it came off to her that Trenderhoof’s wasn’t just a mere gawk of fascination but rather like the stare of a creeper or a man you’d be unlucky to meet down a dark alley of Canterlot’s Red District.

Ana swallowed her apprehension and recomposed herself, speaking confidently. “Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Trenderhoof?” she asked him again. “Are you here to donate?”

“Oh! Yes, yes!” he replied before shaking his head. “Forgive me. I am enamored by your enchanting beauty.” he admitted to her while his eyes drank in her radiating elegance.

Ana was beyond speechless and felt her eye wanting to twitch at his weak attempt at flirting. It was beyond amateurish and unlike some of the others who had tried to chat her up, Trenderhoof’s was the worst. She recalled a time that she was in Ponyville seeing some friends and an overly-buffed pegasus named Bulk Biceps had hit on her better than the male in front of her at this very moment. It couldn’t be helped though since she had been graced at birth to be so divine.

Who could argue with Ana’s appearance though? After all, she was only twenty-two but looked so much younger and being only a head shorter than the supermodel, Fleur de Lis, many stallions fell for her because of her innocent and exotic features that made her unique. It didn’t help much because she was lithe like Fleur, but with more curvature in all the right places, and she had those tell-tale signs of her origin: Saddle Arabia. Her cured light hardwood coat accentuated her coppery mane while her deep yellow eyes pulled it all together.

“Alright. Then you’ll need to fill out this paperwork,” --Ana handed Trenderhoof a clipboard and pen via her magical aura-- “Then just bring it back to me when you’re done.” she finished telling him.

Trenderhoof took the paperwork in his own aura and sat down at the nearest open chair. While he was busy Ana took a minute to sit down and let out a quiet sigh of relief. But it would seem that Celestia was not willing to let her have a moment of peace as Trenderhoof was already back at the desk, smiling like an idiot still, handing her the completed forms. After looking the papers over and checking for any inconsistencies, incomplete parts, or unfilled areas, Ana nodded in approval and placed it in a manilla folder with his name on the tab. She then stood and had him follow her to the door, pushing it open for him.

“Oh I couldn’t.” he said holding the door for her. “You first.” he insisted. Without a word from her Ana went through the doorway first. Knowing why he insisted she go first Ana made sure her flanks swayed mesmerizingly to give him a long look at her perfectly rounded plot. And oh did he look but not in the way she was thinking he would.

“Here’s your container. Fill it here then cap it and set it on the back of the seat and come get me when you’re done.” she told him, handing him the marked vial before trotting away.

“Oh, uh miss!”

Ana stopped short, smiling before turning around. “Yes, Mr. Trenderhoof?”

“I uh, um,” Trenderhoof tripped over himself as he tried to find the words to say.

“What is it?” Ana asked returning to him with a look of curiosity on her face.

“I need some--”

“--Help? I can do that.” Ana interrupted before walking into his room and over to a locked cabinet. Trenderhoof stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “So what do you want? We have Playcolt, Playfilly, Equuire...” Ana listed off the few magazines in stock then looked over her shoulder at him. Her mouth hung open as her eyes beseeched her to stare. Trenderhoof was sitting on his haunches with a hoof around his --to Ana’s own personal experiences-- above average stallionhood, stroking fervently; eyes closed and softly panting.

Well I get why he needed help. Ana thought to herself staring at his thick rod that even he could barely wrap a hoof around with a smile crossing her face the longer she watched him jack off. Without a word she walked over to the masturbating stallion and moved his hoof away as her tongue passed over the tip of his thick manhood.

As if he had been hoping for her to do it Trenderhoof used his hooves to keep his upright while Ana tended to his cock. With a few more licks, now from the base of his shaft to the tip, Ana opened her mouth wide and lowered it onto him. with a sharp gasp at her taking him in up to her throat, Trenderhoof brushed her hair. She sucked on him as she bobbed her head up and down, every time feeling his manhood hit the back of her throat and feeling like she was going to gag. She never could give head to most stallions who were thick like Trenderhoof, but she had her own talent to cover that.

Trenderhoof moaned quietly even more when Ana’s hoof began to gently squeeze his balls and stroke his shaft. He tensed up every time she managed to find the erogenous spot that was just within his inner thighs near his ballsack. And with each time he felt himself get closer to that point of no return. Ana felt it too as she twisted her hoof around his length, doing the same with her mouth but in the opposite direction. Trenderhoof moaned louder before stopping Ana and forcibly pushing her against the floor. She squeaked in shock at his aggression but did nothing back when he threw her labcoat over her back, exposing the lavender dress she picked out earlier that morning, briefly before he splayed that along her back too and pulled down the frilly blue lace panties she was wearing.

“Oh my, that scent.” he took it in only for a moment as he watched a string of mare-cum seep from her folds and separate from the fabric of her undergarments. His eye then caught her cutie mark, a Hibiscus flower. taking in her entire being as a whole now he saw just how divine Ana really was on the floor with her plot up in the air. Ana couldn’t say a word when Trenderhoof mounted her because she was lost in her wanton need of lust.

Now at first she was expecting him to do what others had done and simply fuck her pussy, unloading all over her or forcing her to swallow all of it and she loved that feeling, don’t get her wrong. But Ana was a bit more devious than most mares her age --and dirty. Though she would never admit to it publicly. Instead he rubbed his head between her moist folds and up to her tailhole. Her eyes shot open when her brain put two and two together and instantly began whimpering and shaking her haunches. She bit down on her lip as she forced back a loud moan of passion as his overly-thick shaft entered her barn door, stretching it and forcing her to spread her legs even more to compensate for her tiny frame. He pushed inside of her until he was up to his base and his balls were hitting her sopping wet pussy. She couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a loud, happy moan.

Ana and Trenderhoof fucked for minutes but to Ana it felt longer and that was easily explained by the endorphins flooding her body as her mind was carried off into La La Land. She was brought back to Equestria though when he grabbed the jar Ana had given him prior. Before she could even return to coherency, she thought she heard him say something like, “I’m cumming!” but she wasn’t quite sure so she went with him having said he was ejaculating instead and that was when his announcement was followed by a flood of warm, sticky fluid filling her plot. He pulled out of her after his third spasm, splashing some of his seed against her backside like an artist painting furiously while some creamed out of her hole.

Ana returned to the front desk ten minutes later with a bag of bits and gave them to Trenderhoof with a bright smile. “Here you go. Thank you for your donation.”

Trenderhoof took the bag and counted the bits then smiled back to Ana. “Thank you, Ana.” he gave her a wink then turned to trot away.

“Wait! Mr. Trenderhoof.” Ana called out to him.

“Yes?” he asked turning around.

Ana had to ask him or forever live with the nagging of it in the back of her mind so with a slow inhale then a controlled exhale, she asked him the question that had popped up in her head during her helping him, “What did you say back there? I mean, when you... came?” she squeaked shyly, blushing deeply.

He laughed and smiled, “Sorry. It slipped.” he told her rubbing the back of his head. “But I had said, ‘Oh Jeston!’” he answered. She looked at him blankly like she didn’t know why he would have said a name that was not her own. “Jeston. Jeston Beaver. He’s my lover.”

“What?!” Ana shouted as he walked out of the office. She had been in many situations before where she’d hear the stallion -or mare- say something or the name of somepony, even if not her own, but Trenderhoof was a first in a whole new tier. “Who the buck is Jeston Beaver?”

Since that weird encounter with Trenderhoof, Ana had gone about her job as usual except now because of him, she made her employer’s business much more successful and when asked how she did it, she told them it was her little secret.

Two weeks after, Ana had been receiving donations to help charities like Colts & Fillies United give foals families so they could grow up happy and not alone but that wasn’t all that happened in that second week. Ana remembered it rather well.

The door opened and Ana greeted the stallion who had come in, stopping herself short though when she fell doe-eyed for the earth pony who looked at her and smiled.

“Hello! I’m Mr. Showbiz and I’m looking for an Ana Leez?” Ana was shocked into a dumbfounded stupor when he said her name and couldn’t even find the words to say. He saw this and raised a brow. “I’m sorry. Was it something I said?” he inquired next.

Ana shook her head and smiled foolishly. “No, no. I--I’m Ana Leez.” she replied back the same way she had when she’d seen Trenderhoof come in two weeks back.

“Ah-ha! It is a pleasure to meet you, Ana! I’ve heard so much about you!” Mr. Showbiz told her. “And do I have an offer for you.”

“Wha? Offer? Huh?” Ana cocked her head and stared at the gray stallion with dim white accents going through his coat and his hazel brown hair, combed back and slick, giving off hints of black highlights.

Mr. Showbiz laughed at Ana’s dumbfounded expression and pulled out his card, handing it over to her before even explaining anything to her. “I’m here to offer you a contract to be in an upcoming project of mine, Ana Leez.” he said as she read his card over then looked back up at him. “You’ll be compensated well and you’ll be noticed for the divinity you are.”

Ana’s eyes lit up and her heart stopped. She never thought she’d get noticed by somepony other than the rich, sleezy nobles or just sleeze balls in general, but here she was, getting an offer from a famous celebrity in the movie business. How could she refuse?

“I’d love it!” she squealed, jumping up on her hind legs excitedly.

“So do I, Ana.” Mr. Showbiz said back to her. “But first, we have to do a private interview.” he reached into his pocket and handed her another card. “Come here tomorrow.”

~♥~

And that, my dear diary, is how I landed the job I have now. Oh, I know you’re wondering what that job is so I will tell you but you cannot tell anypony else --especially my parents. I don’t know what I’d do if they found out what I do for a living now. They’d probably be appalled or feel ashamed or something.

Diary, after that serendipitous encounter with Mr. Showbiz and my learning the day of the interview that it was thanks to Trenderhoof, I passed the interview and now I am a model. Well, a movie model of sorts. Okay, okay. So I’m a movie actor without the actual ‘acting’ part. Why? Because unlike these other wannabes who put on their best faces and moan jokingly, I take my job seriously --very much so that it’s no wonder I was made the star of my first upcoming production: Barn Door Plots 9.~♥~ Ana

Six Months Later

“Honey, I’m home!” Mr. Coal exclaimed walking into his home. “And look what I got.” he held up a DVD case to his wife and both of their smiles grew.

        “Is that the newest one?” Mrs. Coal asked her husband with stars in her eyes.

        “Yes it is, love. Come on. Let’s go watch it.” he whispered into her ear before trotting off to their bedroom. He was joined quickly by his wife and together they popped in the movie.

After the three minutes of advertisements and the like, the main menu popped up and the title read: “Barn Door Plots 9” along with a picture of a Saddle Arabian mare sitting back on her haunches with a look of pure ecstasy on her face while she was covered in white fluid with her mane pulled behind her into two pigtails as an overly-bulk white pegasus was behind her, jamming his rod into her back door with her name across the bottom: Anal Eez.

~FIN~