As a mare in Equestria, you see countless beautiful sights throughout your life. From the picturesque vistas of Rainbow Falls to the charming simplicity of Ponyville. You are never short on wonderful things to look at. This, of course, includes stallions.

There are many ways a stallion can pique a mare’s interest, but none quite as profound or inherent as their appearance, as first impressions are everything, and how a pony looks contributes largely to their attractiveness.

A myriad of factors goes into the sex appeal of a stallion. Ranging from things in their control like geniality, cleanliness, physique, and swagger, to things wholly outside of their control like palette, personality, height, and, arguably the most important, package.

Oh yes, the package.

While many, or even most, mares will marvel at stallion’s...well, stallionhood, they will most certainly deny it. They believe it to be uncouth or inappropriate to gaze at a pony in such a way, but that doesn’t stop them from taking in the sights.

Though true that we don’t often wear clothes, pompous places like Canterlot notwithstanding, and we have been desensitized to seeing stallions and colts sheepishly struggle to conceal a poorly timed and uncontrollable bout of arousal, we still can get some thrill from gazing and marveling at what Celestia gave us. It is in our nature.

But of course we are better than that and should never ogle other ponies like some piece of meat, no matter how juicy or tender that meat may look. This, however, stops virtually nopony from doing it. I know it doesn’t stop me.

In fact, it is my favorite pastime.

Now this is not to say I’m a whorse, I don’t touch...usually. I just like to take in the sights and appreciate the wonderful and bountiful garden of fertility cultivated in my little town of Ponyville, and what a harvest it brings during the summer when most mares, including myself, go into heat. Like I said, I usually don’t touch.

When I’m not touching (them at least), I’m watching, enjoying the sights and sometimes smells. I admit, I’m a very needy mare, I’m horny all the time, but I have self control and have enough brains to realize that I don’t feel like paying to have an STD some swarthy stallion gave me after a night of passionate rutting zapped away by our neighborhood physician. His horn is multi talented.

So, in the interest of my modest stockpile of bits and the little bit of shame I do have, I stay away from most suitors, opting instead to just gazing at them or even having a nice, flirtatious conversation before going home and hoofing myself silly. I’ve gotten very good at hoofing myself, getting myself to erupt in pleasure and sometimes bodily fluids, fueled by nothing but my thoughts of those I had seen and my skillful hoof. Sometimes watching stallions gets me so worked up I have to run home and-

“Excuse me, miss?”

“Hmm….? Oh! Did you say something? I’m sorry, I was lost in thought.”

The friendly pony that had approached her smiled a kind but knowing smile. “I see, and what good thoughts they must have been.” After a brief chuckle he continued. “I just happened to notice that you were staring at me for a while and I just wanted to make sure everything was alright, but it might just be a misunderstanding. I know I’ve been lost in thought many times staring nowhere in particular.”

By the time he finished his explanation on why he had interrupted her reverie, she had taken note of a few things about this stallion. The first being his beautiful alabaster coat and kind blue eyes. She didn’t think those eyes could hold any animosity towards anypony. The second thing she noticed was what she always notices. Between his loins he sported heavy orbs just barely visible from her perspective. She instantly became jealous of any mare who had the serendipity to walk behind him. While all she could see were those two balls, like twin moons just barely peaking over the horizon, it was impressive she could see them at all at this angle. By the time this realization came over her she could hear him speaking again.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? She said with a sheepish smile.

With a small chuckle he introduced himself as Sky Bright and explained that he was concerned about her. Ponies don’t often space out back to back.

“Oh I’m more than fine, just an active mind is all. My name is Rainy Day, hehe, I guess we are a bit of opposites.” she said, laughing a bit too hard.

As it turns out, they weren’t quite opposites. His beautiful White coat contrasted with her clean grey one, but both of their eyes were a powerful blue. His the color of a blue sky and hers the deep blue of a pure ocean. His mane was a short cropped mess of silver and hers was an elegant, yet practical, grey mane a few shades darker than her coat.

“I guess we are.” With a genial smile he cast a glance at a cafe across the way. “I’m sorry to have bothered you, how about I treat you to some food. We can talk all about our differences over lunch.”

His eyes beamed warmth, but were slightly shaky as if he were nervous. His smile holding as he waited for the reply. Taking her time, she sized him up and down, trying not to linger between his legs for too long. After assessing his offer, she lifted her hoof and offered it to him.

“Lead the way.”

And so he did. After taking her hoof into his and gently nudging her along his path, he led her to the cafe that he knew to sell delicious daffodil salads. He trotted along happy with himself and his generosity toward the nice mare, completely unaware that Rainy's eyes were fixated on the delicious looking meal right in front of her. She realized then that she was right to be jealous of those mares.

Author's Note

This is just an idea that I had that I wanted to get down. At some point in the story It will get explicit, but I'm not going to rush to that (and by that I mean I'm not going to make the escalation to sex feel inorganic).
Let me know what you think and how I can improve my writing. I'd love to get some feedback and make the content I make even better.