Pen And Paper
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Always Nice To Meet My Fans

Pen And Paper

You stand waiting in line at a little bookstone in downtown Manehattan, The books sit on battered but still serviceable shelves. The air is thick with the musty smell of ancient carpeting; yellowed pages mixed with the sharp chemically smell of new paper in the new books, and the futile atempt to cover it with the buring incense and scented candles. The shop keeper is an aging mare with a mane long gone white and a blue sweater with thick framed pointed glasses with a green beaded chain attatched. She's been showing customers where the special guest author was seated for a book siging that day. Said author is sitting behind a beat up desk near the back of the room an ever shrinking queue to see her as she worked a pen over the first page of copies of her books for her eager fans. She is no ordinary author. She gives all her fans a warm and playful smile as she signs book after book for them.

Her hand swiftly swerves and curves across the creamy pages as she fills in her name, as well as maybe a little message to her fans. Something like Naughty Naughty and a little drawing of a wink. She is unashmed to be an erotic novelist. Almost all her work is a tale or two so steamy it could work as a sauna. From hot nights in Cloudsdale with the Pegasi, to tales of hard working earth pony mare getting more than the fields plowed by handsome studs. You loved every word that she set out to paper, but there was a less pleasant side to her work. All those nights cozy and warm as your eyes darted across the pages taking in every sensual and sizzling hot detail, only made you long for a lover to do the things you read about on the page with. Now's not the time to concern yourself with such issues as you're the last in line to see her. She looks at you with those eyes of hers, those big gleaming ameyhyst eyes. The locks of her lusciously soft looking brown hair just beg to have your hands brush through them and stroke them lovingly.

"Hello, which of my sultry works has this strapping fan brought to me today?" The Author says with a playful giggle as you place Vol 1 of her book, aptly titled Intimate Moments. an erotic ledger of hot and steamy encounters with some of Equestria's well known figures, with royalties paid to them of course for using their names and likness. It snaps you from your daze at how pretty she is.

"Huh? Oh I..I was wondering if you could sign this copy for me." You say to her as she holds her quill and ink in one hand and opens the book with the other. "You know I just love you're work in the erotic literature," You say as she never takes her eyes of you as if she's looking you up admiring the cutness of your fanboy nature.

"Why thank you, you know few people especially back on earth would be so open to admit admiration to my work," The Author says as she purses her lips together and blows on the ink softly to dry it so the cover won't smear it. "You enjoy that cutie." She says with a wink, was...was The Author flirting with you?

"You're barley out of the bookstore when you're sneaking a peek at just what she wrote in the inside cover. What you saw almost stopped your heart. There scrawled on the nside cover said, "I'm staying at the Plaza just off Central Park, If you wanna talk more. My room is 237, and you only have to ask to see me. Tell the reception desk, "I'm here to deliver a giger watch to 237, trust me ^~" You could hardly belive just what you read, your eyes quicky run back over the page to be sure your mind wasn't playing any tricks on you. Sure enough what she wrote really was there, every word of it. your heart races in your chest and your breath stiffens in your throat. It takes the shouting of two Stallions rigged to a horse drawn taxi carriage as you find yourself in the middle of a side streeet crossing. You do your best to ignore the awkard glares and looks of the stragllers watching you as you hurry down the streets of Manehatann.

Much like the Central Park and Plaza hotel you know from back home, both sit just oposite each other. The plaza offering a great parkside view especially from the upper floors. The stallion at the door has a warm smile and friendly "good afternoon for you as he pulls open the front door for you. The Saddle arabian imported carpeting accented by the golden crystal chandiler and gas lamps converted to eletric. You don't have much time to admire the architecture though, as you walk as casually as you can to the front desk and ring the little silver bell for service.

"I'm here to deliver a Giger watch to room 237." You say only feeling just a little embarrassed to do so, desperately hoping that The Author hasn't done this as part of some kind of sick joke on you. The Yellow mare with the chestnut brown coat at the desk smiles and checks the ledger's thick pages and seems to know just what you were talking about.

"Ah yes delivery for that popular author staying in town, I"m afraid she's not in room 237 at the moment but according to her schedule, she's having a luncheon in the champagne bar. It's down the crystal corridor and the last door on the left. She says with a smile. You thank the mare and head down the crystal corridor. Named for ther imported walls treated with genuine Crystal Empire treated floor molding and wall finish. Which makes everything look like its been coated in a mix of sugar flakes and diamond gems. The door to the champagne bar is open halfway propped open with the daily specials board and the deals on bottles of wine, and beers by the glass. Your eyes adjust to the lowl mood lighting that casts a halogen glow on the faces of every pony in the bar. From stallions in suits on cocktail hour to talk business, to the groups of mares in sun dresses and hats with prada purses, a sight ripped right from that old show...what was it called? You wonder before getting back on track.

"What will you have? The gryphon in the white apron and chef's tunic says as he finishes drying a beer mug with the earth company name Miller printed on the side in his talons. He looks a look more refined and dignified than the usual breed of garden variety gryphon. his bird of prey half having the distinct white plumage on his head accented by black from the neck down of an American Bald Eagle, a sense of home fills you as you take a seat at the bar.

"Well actually I'm kinda looking for someone who told me to meet them here at the hotel." You tell him as take. the laminated drink list and see what they have. The pino grot doesn't tickle your fancy, and the champagne is a little out of your budget.

''Well I see a lot of faces in my bar Mac, mostly ponies but a few times I spot one of your lot in here, who are you looking for?" You give the bar keep a description of The Author, from her cropped brown mane to silky soft creamy off white coat. "Hey aint that a mare like that eating in the corner booth over there?" He says as your attention is grabbed and you look across the bar. Sure enough The Author is there, sitting under the glow of a celling fan light bulb. You get up and casually strut over to her, playing it cool as best as you can. The Author sits by herself a garden salad with a glass of sangria fresh from the pitcher by her as she enjoys her light meal.

"Well hello Ms. remember me?" You say not sitting down just yet, prefering to take it slow and steady. She casually takes a sip of her fruity wine and I do mean fruity, as sangria is mixed with assorted fresh tropical fruits for full flavor.

"I don't know handsome, I mean I see a lot of my fans whenever I'm in town but even I can't track every face I see." Her words linger a bit but she breaks out into a soft chuckle befopre they can really sting. "Oh don't be afraid cutie, of course remember you, take a seat. Room for one more at the booth. You smile at her invitation and take a seat across from her in the booth. You watch her plunge her fork down coming up with a slice of a juicy red tomato, her lips part with a soft just barley audible moan as she savors the plump red treat. Your eyes are fixed on the slow and easy way she eats, like shes doing it just to tease you. More soft moans escaping her muzzle as she swallows with her eyes closed, which she slowly opens again once your sure she's finaly finished the wedge of tomato. "Mhhh the food her is just devine, so fresh, so juicy, and oh so palatable." She says every word from her mouth dripping with lustful desire.

"I can see that, so...tell me, why would one of the most succsesful authors in pony erotica wanna invite a lowly fan out to lunch at one of the most illustrious and prestigeous hotels in all of Manehattan?" You ask as you take a sip of the sangria for yourself.

"Mhhhhmm heh oh silly, don't go selling yourslef short just cause of who I am, It's always nice to meet my fans." She says giving a flirty little flip of her mane as you casualy try to rest you head on ahand on the table as casually as you can.

"Well, I was just curios, what are you doing in town anyway?" You ask her as you both grab your wine glasses, and feeling a little cheeky, reach over to each other's mouths. the rims of your glasses touch each others lips as she giggles and slowly sips the wine you offer her, you likewise slowly savor the slight tang the pineapple, mango, and cherry blend the red wine has been spiced up with. She slowly pulls her lips away from the glass while you do the same.

"Well I guess you could say I was looking for some...inspiration for my new book, mhhh would you say I've found it?" she asks with more lustful giggles, her intentions becoming a lot more obvious now. She flutters her eyes flirtasiously at you as she gives a few locks of her hair a flip. "Mhhh so how bout we take our literary discussions back to my room?" You feel a little short on breath as she says that, you offer to pick up the tab for the sangria and salad but she waves it off reaching into her purse, she has a black Centurion card to ring up her lunch. She stands up and you get a good look at the chestnut brown skirt that conforms to every curve from her full round hips to the gentle curving of her plot. She's a mare that could drive the stallions wild with lust. She seems to intentionally sway her hips as she leads you out the champagne bar and to the elevators. She giggles and she leans on the door frame of the elevator as ou wait for it, when it arrives you step inside with her and she hits the button for the top floor, penthouse you couldn't have hit a bigger jackpot if you were in Vegas couldn't you?

"You know, I think there's too much of a stigma against erotica even after the sucess of the works of authors like you or that E.L Lames lady back in my world." You say leaning casualy on the elevator wall as one free hand reachs for her mane. The Author doesn't flich or try to make you stop as place a hand gently on the silky soft bristes of soft and slightly ticklish pony hair.

"Why you, do you try stuff like that on every mare you flirt with?" She says playfuly as she lets you lovingly stroke her man, to your surprise she reaches for the stop button on the elevator and hits it, The car stops between the top floors. She wraps her hands around your wais as your reach for the back of her skirt. She moans softly as you get a good handful of her plot from over the fabric. She looks deeply into youe eys as both your mouths inch ever closer to each other. Your lips plant gently on her soft and tender pony lips lovingly, you can taste the faint hint of peach lipgloss on them as you start to kiss full on the mouths. It's not long before the kiss turns up the dial to at least a nine, you wonder how long before it goes up to eleven.

The tip of her tounge touches yours, then the two long pink muscles start to play with each other hotly as you feel her guiding your hands under her skirt. You feel tthe string of fabric that is her panties, you can guess withthe accuracy of an ICBM targeting system that shes wearing a lacy thong. You moan softly as she lets youch the warm and tender flesh of her marehood. The smooth and silky velvet folds give and bloom softly at your touch, barley started and she's soaking down there. You gently guide the tip of your finger inside her, she gasps bitting her lower lip as her own hand reaches into the waist of your pants and feels the long hard pole of man meat that makes her eyes go wide in surprise at what she finds.

"Mhhh bigger than you expected coming from a non pony beautiful?" You say as you return the favor by really wiggling the tip of your finger around inside her slick wet inner pussy. The ministrations make her tilt her head back as your finger her pussy like a cellist working the strings. She pants and gasps for air as you bend the finger at just the right angle to gently touch that elusive soft spongy bit inside her, a torrent of her juices drippples from her running down her thigh.

"OH fuck yes!" She says softly shout whispering as you reach under her white blouse and place a had on her left breast. You moans gettting a feel for the tender soft mound of her bossom as you squeeze a bit harder and add another finger to join the first. Your digits softly part and spread her opening for you. You only wish you could see just what her precious mare pussy looks like from where your standing but settle for pleasuring her as she starts to stroke her hand on the hard pole of muscle that is your cock. You're both shaken from your bliss when the intercom buzzes, her eyes go wide in surprise and she quickly pulls away from you and tries to look so innocent even trying to dry her leg. Thankfuly There's no cameras in the elevator but they've been aware of the stalled car for a while now.

The Author tries to assure them that she unknowingly backed into the stop button and didn't realize it till now, thankfully they haven't called the fire brigade and the elevator resumes its trip to the top floor. As you both step out with some signs of the close touchy feely you both engaged in still evident from her ruffled mane and skirt to your still hard poking errection, another stallion boards the elevator in your place. You swear you see him wrinkle his nose and get a confused if not knowing look on his face as the doors close leaving you and your lover to resume the prior engaments in her hotel room, much to both of your delights.