How to Tag Friends and Influence People

It was the next day already. The sun once again began tracing itself across doomcup's wall. He got blearily up, stretching and smacking his mouth. He thought about the things that happened yesterday and wondered if he had dreamed the lot.

He got up, heading for the door, when, in the corner of his eye, he saw the box. He saw the box that had the eartags.

It was real. It had happened.

He went downstairs, finding his way to the kitchen. One of the things he'd been introduced to in his time in Ponyville was coffee, a magical brown liquid he'd never known before, and knew that he could never live without now. As the kettle on the stove heated up, he poured the roasted beans into the grinder, then turned the crank with his unicorn magic, grinding them into a fine powder.

From a cabinet, he took a mug, a gift from the Pie sisters. It was finely carved from stone and given a nice ceramic finish. On this he placed a contrivance, a filter made out of layers of cheesecloth. On this, he put the grounds, right as the water was coming to a boil.

He poured the water over the grounds, and took in the aroma of the quickly brewing coffee. Such a delightful smell was already doing much to get him waking up fully. He dumped the grounds and tossed the used filter in with the other bits of laundry.

Finally, he took a sip of his finely brewed darkness.

Ah. That was heaven~.

Having his fill of the coffee, he went out the door, skip in his step, a few eartags in a pocket of his nice new vest, just in case.

He thought he'd go into town today. No particular reason. The bustling activity of even this town was a breakneck paced city compared to what he was used to. There were so many other ponies around him that he could easily get dazzled.

His first thought was to go to the library. He did want to see if there was anything written about the things he'd seen when he went into the Everfree Forest. He got as far as the door before hesitating.

Did he really want to? It was common knowledge that Twilight Sparkle practically lived there, at least for a while. After yesterday, he wasn't quite ready to see her again. What if the tag's effects then had worn off by now? He didn't want to have to answer questions that he didn't actually have the answer to.

So he left off and found himself around the marketplace. Boy, did it look like everypony and their sister came here today. It was a sea of color, a sea of cutie marks, a sea of mostly mares, he had to admit.

As he walked around, he let the various market stalls and their pone's cries pass by around him. He had a few bits left from when he helped around the farm as he was recovering. He had to figure out something to do to keep himself afloat with them, but there was plenty of time for that later, and anyway he was sure he could find some friends to depend on in the meantime.

As he was pondering this, he suddenly ran smack dab into some other pony, knocking them both to the ground.

doomcup was up first, and jumped to the other's aid. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry! Let me help you up, Miss..."

A hoof smacked away his as the mare swiftly rose, patting the dust off her blouse. "Ms., young man, Ms. Harshwhinny, and you should watch where you're going! Completely unprofessional!"

Professional certainly described her. Everything from her attractive but practically styled mane and tail to her tasteful but understated jewelry and clothes said that she was no nonsense. The trophy cutie mark did nothing to dispel any sense that this was a pony who wanted to win, whatever it may be, and do so as professionally as possible.

"I am sorry, you're totally right, I should have been watching where I was going. Are you alright?"

"Just dust. Now if you don't mind, I have things I need to get back to. The Winter Games are coming up, and there's so many details I need to get onto..."

The lines on her face certainly said she did an awful lot. If there was a hard worker, she was it. doomcup thought quickly.

"At least let me make it up to you. Would you like to have lunch on me?"

She looked at him like he'd asked her to count the moon. "You? You don't look like you could."

"I insist! It's no good to work yourself too hard. Name the place and I'll meet you there."

Ms. Harshwhinny grumbled. "Fine. There is this new restaurant I've been meaning to try. Might as well not risk my own money on it."

"Oh, um, which one's that? I'm afraid I've only been in Ponyville for about a week."

"Hm, had you figured for someone new here. If you'd like to treat me to lunch... what is your name, anyway?"

"They call me doomcup."

"Humph, they do give people strange names these days. Alright, Mr. doomcup, if you insist on paying my way, meet me at The Tasty Treat come noon."

"Great! Meet you there."

And they parted ways.

"What did I invite her to lunch for?" he said to himself, before he once again felt the weight of the eartags in his vest pocket. Ah yes, of course.

He took his time around the market, also getting himself a notebook and a pack of pencils for later. He was going to keep well track of what was going on.

It was true, he hadn't actually eaten at a restaurant here in Ponyville before. He'd usually eaten either by himself or at the table of another pone. When cooking was introduced to him, he'd taken to it like...

He thought about this. Like something that took pretty okay, good in fact, to something they weren't familiar with before. He realized he was a bit too hungry to come up with good similes. Good thing he had that lunch date.

It wasn't intended as a date, sure, but soon it would be.

He wondered if he should feel bad about that last thought.

Soon, just as the bell was ringing for noon, he'd made it to the front of The Tasty Treat. Like a lot of things before his coming to Ponyville, he hadn't seen anything like it before. Already a world of smells was meeting his nose. They were strange ones, but they made his mouth water.

And right at the door was Ms. Harshwhinny. "Hm, right on time. At least you're punctual. You have the makings of being professional, at least. Come on in, I don't have that much time to spare for this."

"I'm really curious what they have to eat here. There's so much in Ponyville that I've never had before."

Ms. Harshwhinny looked sidelong at him. "Really? Where are you from, anyway?"

doomcup stopped dead in his tracks. "I don't like to talk about it. Let's enjoy our meal here, why don't we?"

She looked at him suspiciously, but before she could say anything about it, a pony came up to them.

doomcup stared. He knew he was here with a mare, but this mare that had walked up was gorgeous. Her naturally wavy curly purple mane and tail, how tall she was compared to him, the eyes, the smile....

Harshwhinny nudged him. "Hey, she's taking us to a table. Get your head out of the clouds."

"Oh, right! Of course."

This was bad. He knew, from all the books he'd secretly read, that this was a bad idea. You should never pay more attention to some other pone than the mare you were taking out. But he couldn't help himself. She was utterly stunning.

"So what will you be having today?" the mare who introduced herself as Saffron Masala asked. He looked at the menu, seeing a bunch of words that he never had before, and unable to match them to anything he'd ever seen before.

"How intriguing," Ms. Harshwhinny said, handing her menu back. "I think I'll have the house curry."

"Um, yeah, I'll have that, too." the embarrassed stallion followed.

"Very good! And how spicy would you like it, from one to ten?"

Spicy? He did like spicy food, he came to find, but maybe he should take it easy.

"Three."

Ms Harshwhinny gave him a look, and said, "One for me."

"It will be ready very soon!"

The vision of a mare walked away, and doomcup was faced with Ms. Harshwhinny's full attention once again. Full attention was a very uncomfortable thing to be under.

"You have no idea what curry is, do you?"

"I don't. I don't know what anything on the menu is."

"I commend your honesty, if nothing else. Well, I hope you're ready for what you have coming. This is where you can show me just what you're made of. In my course of work, Mr. doomcup, I have to see just what ponies are capable of. Few earn my respect. You, if nothing else, have earned my curiosity."

She has really nice eyes at least, doomcup thought to himself, looking into them for a bit.

"I'll give you a little professional advice. When our host arrives with our food, you should ask for some milk."

"I suppose. I wouldn't want to inconvenience her, though."

"Suit yourself."

Soon, Saffron Masala did indeed return. Before each of them she put a plate. On it was rice, which had some chunks of stuff in it with an orange-red sauce. doomcup could smell the heat coming off it. There was also naan, and Saffron had thoughtfully brought a glass of milk without needing to be asked.

"Well?" Ms Harshwhinny said with her trademark facial expression. "Dig in, Mr. doomcup."

He took a fork with his unicorn magic, took up one of the bites of curry with rice and the chunks, and placed it in his mouth.

He barely managed to chew and swallow it before coughing, his eyes watering from the force of the spices.

"And how is it?"

"*Kaff kaff* it's a bit stronger than I expected. Just need to adjust. Real tasty otherwise."

Ms. Harshwhinny finished swallowing a bit of her own. "The milk's right there when you need it. If you really want to impress me, you'll make it through that plate before you need a single drop."

She was asking for a challenge? That's fine by him. If nothing else, he found he did like a good natured challenge.

He hungrily wolfed down the curry. It was indeed tasty, and he found out later that the chunks were some kind of thing made from bean curds. He didn't mind. It was fiery as it went down, but he did it. The plate was completely clean before Ms. Harshwhinny was halfway through hers.

She looked at him with amazement and a little admiration. "Well well. I didn't expect you to make it all the way through. You certainly are able to endure, and that's worth some respect."

"Thanks. I wasn't expecting a three to be that hot, but once I got used to it..."

"Well, you've certainly earned the milk."

"Not yet."

"Mmm?"

"I'm not going to drink the milk until you've finished yours, too."

"You absolute madpony. If you really need it, there's no need to keep going. Honor has been satisfied."

"Then shall we make things interesting?"

He took an eartag out of his pocket and placed it on the table between them.

"What's that?" Ms. Harshwhinny asked.

"It's a little memento of mine, an eartag. If I manage to make it through you finishing your curry without having to get up or drinking the milk, you have to put it on."

"Hm... no, I don't think that'll be enough." She waved to Saffron as she was passing. "Excuse me, could you give Mr. doomcup here seconds of his order, on me?"

"Of course, just a few minutes."

Ms. Harshwhinny gave an unbecoming grin. "Mr. doomcup, if you can eat a second helping of that curry before I finish mine, without getting up or drinking the milk, I will gladly wear that silly tag."

doomcup gave a nod. "You're on."

Dammit, he thought to himself. My mouth is still burning from the last one, but I'm so close! I can't give up now.

The second plate came, and he set on it immediately. He did like the taste, no matter how much it burned. He ate it, the inferno in his mouth and down his throat burning as he did so. He finished the entire plate just as Ms. Harshwhinny finished the last bite of hers.

"*kaff wheeze* There. Challenge met."

Ms. Harshwhinny chuckled. "So you have. I am genuinely impressed. As promised, I'm putting this thing on." She took the tag. "This just clips on, right?"

"Yeah", the burning stallion replied as he finally soothed the burning with the milk.

He watched with pleasure as the eartag clicked into place. Bingo!

"So, Mr. doomcup, how do I look in this?"

"It suits you!"

Was he imagining things? Was the oh so professional Ms. Harshwhinny actually blushing?

"I don't know why you wanted me in this thing in the first place, Mr. doomcup, but I'm glad you like it."

Their bill came. It was a bit more than doomcup was expecting, but he had just enough to cover his part. Ms. Harshwhinny gladly ponied up her part for the extra helping.

"Thank you for lunch, Mr. doomcup, but I have to be on my way."

"Um, could I ask you to do something first? It won't take long."

"Of course, anything."

He jerked his head in the direction of the restrooms. "Want to duck in there and fool around for a few minutes?"

Ms. Harshwhinny gave out a laugh of surprise. "My, you're forward! Very well, but let's make it quick. I have people waiting."

Next thing he knew, he was in the stallion's room with her. It was like something out of the forbidden books he'd read. He scarcely believed it was really happening.

"Shall we start, Mr. doomcup?"

"O-of course."

She lunged in and kissed him. This was so unlike the last time. It must really be in Ms. Harshwhinny's nature to take control of the situation.

He let her kiss back, then let out sounds of surprise and pleasure as she pulled off and moved to his neck, then chest.

He felt his heart pounding and his equine cock hardening as she sunk lower and lower until, suddenly, she came straight back up and looked him in the eyes.

"If you want me to take care of you, Mr. doomcup, you'd better take care of me at the same time. You know how, right?"

He swallowed. "Uh, theoretically."

"Well, give it your best professional try."

With this, she turned around and bucked her legs back, resting them on the stallion's shoulders. In his face was her pussy, a mare's pussy, puffy and wet. The smell was driving him crazy.

Without even thinking, he dove in, licking all over Ms. Harshwhinny's succulent lips, losing himself in eating it out. All the while, Ms. Harshwhinny had total mastery of his cock, sucking and licking on it like it was as natural as breathing. Truly she was amazing at this. He hoped he was being as amazing.

Low moans came from the mature mare as he did, so he was sure he was doing something right. With his horn magic, he started lightly massaging her clitoris, the very most sensitive part of a mare's genitals.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He could feel the precum oozing out of his cock. He knew with just a few more seconds...

Ms. Harshwhinny pulled off and took her legs down, stretching for a moment and catching her breath. "Whew, I need to remember I'm not the young mare I was. You almost made me forget."

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I'm ready, Mr. doomcup. Make me your mare."

She raised her tail. There was her marehood, wet, shimmering, winking, begging for a pony cock.

So this was it. He was about to lose his virginity. He hadn't expected it to be with someone like her, but he couldn't really bring himself to complain. He let nature take his reins, and he reared up onto her, taking hold with his forehooves while his cock found its way to its partner, pressing against the wet lips.

With just enough force, it slid into her.

"Oooooh," Mrs. Harshwhinny moaned, "it's been so long since I felt this... you know what to do, right, Mr. doomcup?"

Only answering with bestial horse noises, he started thrusting. He only knew the pleasure of the rut now. Every wet smack, every moan, every movement only made the pleasure that much more tangible. This was paradise. This was everything he hoped it would be.

With great effort, doomcup got back just enough mental control to use his magic to once again massage his mare's clit, bringing her to even higher plateaus of pleasure. He knew he had to. She felt far too good for this to last much longer.

Finally he heard her inarticulate squeal of pleasure as he felt her orgasm, her cunny tightening and smasming on his cock and her fluids dampening his legs.

This was it. He couldn't hold back anymore. He had an orgasm far more intense than any he'd ever had before. He bit her neck as he came inside, what felt like gallons of the hot stuff firehosing into her.

After a few moments of panting and rest, he finally pulled off of her, their combined fluids dripping to the floor.

"*Pant* Mr. doomcup, I was going to tell you to pull out first."

"S-sorry, lost myself in the moment."

"So did I. It's no matter." She checked her watch. "I need to go now. Thank you for the fun time."

"I had fun too. Let's do this again sometime."

She walked out, still dripping.

After washing himself at the sink, he went home. Once again he was on the bed.

He had a hard time believing that what had happened had happened. He felt good. Really good. He felt like a stallion, for probably the first time in his life.

He let this glow ferry him all the way to sleep.