Anonymous had been pleasantly surprised when he saw Redheart trotting up to meet him, waving her over before the two were shown to a seat. Unfortunately, dining options were a bit limited in Ponyville; the only two choices being Café Hay, the Hay Burger, or Sugarcube Corner although the latter of the three wasn’t really designed as a sit in eatery. He wasn’t entirely sure what the courtship procedures were for pastel equines so he decided to keep it simple; choosing a classic date of a meal possibly followed by a leisurely stroll.
Anon and Nurse Redheart sat outside Café Hay; choosing an outdoor table so they could enjoy the pleasantly cool evening air. After cordially greeting one another they sat in awkward silence, both of them keenly aware of just how wild-flung their last encounter had been. The sun had just started to creep behind the horizon, bathing the town in the amber hues of twilight.
“So,” Anon said, steeling his reserve and attempting to strike up a conversation, “you look nice. Is that a new hat?” Sadly the conventional tactic of complimenting one’s garb didn’t hold up all that well in Equestria; most ponies were nude the vast majority of the time although they would, on rare occasion, don outfits for special occasions or formal events. The few ponies who did regularly wear an article of clothing were almost intimately linked to the item, almost as if it was an integral part of their character.
“Oh, yeah it is actually,” Redheart responded, daintily removing the little nurses cap from her head, “I just picked it up a the other day.” She smiled at him before placing it back on her crown. “That’s a fine ensemble you’ve got,” she commented, noting the man’s slack jaw and befuddled expression. “I...is everything ok?” she asked, concerned that she’d breached some human taboo.
Anon shook his head; he’d totally just guessed about her hat being new. Hell, he’d honestly thought that she only had one hat and her answer had completely thrown him off. “Yea, I’m fine,” he began, fumbling for an explanation, “I was kinda distracted for a minute.” Looking down he tugged at his t-shirt, one of the many Rarity had made for him after his arrival and recently modified the other day upon his request.
After asking Redheart out, he’d gone to the Carousel Boutique and asked the designer to make his shirt look like a suit. She’d scoffed at first, calling him a boorish philistine, but eventually relented; not out of pity, but because he didn’t have the funds to buy an actual suit. Using a magical silk screen, Rarity emblazoned the front of his shirt with a tuxedo design. Thankfully he had a pair of black cargo pants to wear with it. Did he look like an idiot? Yes. But the ponies of Equestria had virtually no knowledge of human fashion so, fortunately, he could play off his slapdash wardrobe with relative ease.
“But thank you,” Anon concluded, smiling back at her before noticing the waiter heading in their direction with two salad bowls magically held aloft.
“Your dandelion salads with sunflower oil vinaigrette,” the grey unicorn said, setting the bowls down and nodding curtly. “Your entrees should be finished shortly.”
“Thanks dude,” Anon said while Redheart nodded her head appreciatively. The waiter dipped his head, acknowledging the two, before retreating. “I wanted to ask somethin',” the human started, turning to the little white mare while cramming a forkful of savory greens into his mouth. “Princess Celestia,” he mused, waving his fork around theatrically, “how come she isn’t the one saving the day most of the time? I’ve heard it’s usually Twilight or whatshername, uh, Glimmer.”
“You don’t know?” Redheart said, looking up in shock.
Anon shook his head, spearing another helping of salad. “Don’t have a clue, but I figure queen horsey horse would be able to beat half of these bad guys I’ve heard about pretty easily,” he chuckled, imagining the alabaster alicorn disintegrating some poor soul in an anime-esque blast; not like anything that silly would ever happen of course.
“Well you see, harnessing gravimetric sorcery with the precision needed to…” Redheart began prattling on, enthusiastically explaining the technical aspects of why Celestia hadn’t defeated a hostile force since her confrontation with Nightmare Moon over a millennia ago.
Over the little white pony’s shoulder was something far more interesting which drew Anon’s attention away from the conversation. A plum colored mare was lazily walking in their direction, weaving about unsteadily. Inexplicably, and gravity defyingly for that matter, she trotted along on three of her legs, the fourth grasped a bottle which she occasionally brought to her lips. Hell, he still hadn’t figured out how ponies could manipulate objects with their hooves and yet here this mare was doing that and scoffing at the laws physics.
“And that would end all life in the universe!” Redheart concluded, taking note of Anon’s attention which lay focused over her shoulder. Craning her neck around, she saw the mare approaching who, judging by the way stopped and changed trajectory towards them, recognized Redheart. “Oh dang it,” she grumbled, pretending not to notice and focusing back on Anon.
“You know her?” Anon asked, watching as the plum mare made a sloppy beeline towards their table.
“Yea,” Redheart groaned, “that’s Berry Punch, I went to school with her. She’s not a bad mare but she does enjoy her wine.” Dipping her head, she took another mouthful of salad.
“Red,” Berry said, stumbling over and pulling up a chair, “how’ve you been girl?” Taking another slug from her bottle of pinot noir, she seated herself. “Oh yea, the weird monkey guy,” she commented, her attention having swung in Anon’s direction. “I’m Berry Punch,” she said extending a hoof, “because I’ve got fruit on my butt but you’ve probably already noticed that by now haven’t you.” She laughed, abandoning her proofered handshake and elbowing him instead. “Ya know,” she chortled, “because you’ve apparently got a thing for those.”
“Hey now, I mean…” Anon uncomfortably bumbled. Looking over, Redheart’s face had gone beet red at Berry’s offhand comment.
Sensing Redheart’s vulnerability and discomfort, Berry leaned over; wrapping her foreleg around the white mare’s neck. “So...was he good?” she whispered, in a tone several octaves higher than she’d probably intended. Before Redheart could answer, Berry guffawed loudly.
Anon looked between the two, Redheart embarrassed beyond belief, quite possibly about to blow a gasket, and Berry jovially ribbing her friend while in a drunken stupor. He couldn’t be sure if the purple pony was intentionally being an ass but one thing was clear, she’d had one too many. The date was pretty much imploding at this point anyway so, being the gentleman that he was, Anon decided to take action. “Miss,” he said, tapping Berry on the shoulder and causing her to turn.
“Yea?” she responded, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye.
He cleared his throat, finding just the right words to tackle the situation. “You’re being a bit of a cunt and it’s none of your damn business what Redheart does in her spare time so kindly piss off,” Anon flatly stated. Both the mares stared at him, their jaws hung open in shock at his biting comment.
“Anon!” Redheart blurted.
“Cute Anon, really cute,” Berry shot back, taking another draught from her bottle. “Looks like the perv wants to get all defensive,” she slurred, unsteadily hopping down and approaching the man. “Or maybe the rumor mill was wrong,” she continued, holding a hoof to her chin in mock thought, “maybe you aren’t some weirdo human who thoroughly enjoys horse pussy.”
“Berry!” Redheart shouted, hopping down and hoping to put an end to the scene.
“It’s true though!” Berry retaliated, whirling around to confront the white mare beside her, “Snowheart told me that she and Doctor Horse heard you two going at it a few days ago; and on the job no less!” The purple mare laughed, taking another drink, before shooting Redheart a wink. “You kinky bitch.”
Anon had had enough; getting up, he walked over and towered over the two. Reaching down he grabbed the bottle in Berry’s clutches and heaved it overhand into a nearby alley. “Thanks for ruining my date you little ass,” he chided.
“I’m not an ass,” Berry growled, her temper flaring at the insult, “I’m a pony.” Darting her head forward, she opened her jaws and bit down on Anon’s calf like a vice; causing him to stumble backward and fall over his chair.
His mind flashed back to his youth, when Anon’s uncle would cruelly grab him by the meaty part of a limb and viciously squeeze. ‘Horsebite! Horsebite!’ his uncle had shouted, laughing uncontrollably as he writhed about in pain while being tormented; uncle Anon had been wrong though, an actual horse bite was so much more painful. On top of that, the fact that it was a tiny pastel mare that was clamped to his leg while he flailed about made it all the more humiliating.
Redheart rushed over, delivering a headbutt to Berry’s side and dislodging her from Anon’s limb. The little purple mare shakily regained her balance, drunkenly looking between the two. “Go home Berry,” Redheart sighed, shaking her head in disappointment, “you’re drunk and you’ve already made quite a scene.”
Berry looked around, her brain finally registering that the other diners, and a few passers by, were all watching her make a spectacle of herself. “Whatever,” she dismissively waved, turning away from the nurse pony, “have fun with your man thing.” She staggered off in the direction that Anon had sent her bottle sailing. The little purple mare didn’t make it far before she stopped and looked back. “Oh Anon,” she called, reaching back and pulling one cheek of her plush rump to the side, along with her tail, to expose herself to the aghast man, “enjoy the view freak.”
Anon quickly looked away, averting his gaze from the obscene display before returning his focus to Redheart. “Is she always this bad?” Anon asked, getting up and dusting himself off before returning to the table.
“No,” Redheart groaned, “she probably had a rough week and we just happened to catch her attention.” Seating herself, she noticed Anon wince as he adjusted in his chair. “Are you ok?” she asked.
“Yea, besides the bite and wounded pride,” Anon responded, waving down a waiter. As the tuxedoed stallion approached Anon cleared his throat, “Garçon,” he said, taking on a phony high societal tone, “a bottle of Merlot with our entree if you would.”
“My name is Savior Fare,” the stallion said, nodding his head, “and of course monsieur.”
“The way I figure,” Anon said, reclining a bit and finishing his last forkful of salad, “this evening’s basically already been shot to hell so a bottle of wine wouldn’t.”
The little white mare smiled sheepishly back at him before fixing her brow. “You know what,” she said, tapping one hoof on the table, “why not.”
“That’s the spirit! Why let a little purple party pooper ruin your evening?” Anon continued, leaning back as the waiter approached with their entrees and libation. “And I tell you what,” he whispered conspiratorially, leaning over to Redheart, “I bet you aren’t half as bad as Berry when you’ve had a few.”
“Hardly!” Redheart chuckled, “Remind me to tell you about the time she got trashed at Trixie’s show. It took days to get that cannon clean!”
The two whiled away the evening, cheerfully chatting and enjoying their time at Café Hay well past having finished their meal. The sun having set over the horizon left the human and white mare bathing in the streetlights as they walked along; having decided to depart as they didn’t want to wear out their welcome at the restaurant. Anon had offered to walk Redheart home and she’d accepted; their conversation and wine having helped her relax after the standoff with Berry Punch.
“You know,” Redheart commented, looking up at the man as she trotted beside him, “you’re not that bad. Not many stallions will walk a mare home these days.”
“Really? You’d think with all the weird stuff that goes on around here it’d be just common decency to walk a lady home at night,” he responded. He’d never been overly chivalrous but always tried to be polite to folks, even if they were ponies.
“Well here I am,” Redheart sighed, stopping in front of a little townhouse and turning to face him. “Thank you for the evening out, maybe…” she trailed off, noticing a moistened patch on his pants over his calf, “you’re bleeding.”
“Huh?” Anon grunted, looking down at his leg in surprise. It was a little sore but not that bad; Berry had probably torn the skin a bit when he was flailing about. “Eh, it’ll be alright. I’ll wash it off good once I’m home.”
The alabaster mare glared up at him, accusingly raising an eyebrow. “You have bandages and antiseptic?” she pressed. “Just come in for a minute and let me get it cleaned up, it’s the least I can do.”
Anon sighed, meeting Redheart’s resolute gaze and knowing there wasn’t any winning this argument. “Alright, fine, if you insist,” he said, shrugging and motioning towards the door. “Ladies first.”
“Just have a seat on the couch while I get the supplies,” Redheart commented, opening the door and trotting through her living room.
It was a humble little house, or at least the portion Anon could see. The living room held a couch, chair, and two small coffee tables. Two other portals led, from what he could tell, to a kitchen and hallway respectively. Easing himself down, Anon looked about; drawing in the various pictures and decoration of the mare’s home.
“Mmmm mmph,” Redheart grumbled, trotting into view with a basket in her jaws. Anon chuckled, eliciting an annoyed eye roll from the mare as she set the item down; inside was, what looked like, a roll of bandage along with two flasks of some sort of solution. “I said, ‘all right’. Now,” she said, moving closer, “lets see the damage.” As Anon went to roll his pant leg up it got stuck on his calf just below the injury, causing him to hiss. “Alright, lose ‘em,” she commanded, tugging at the end of his pants with a hoof.
“My, aren’t we forward,” Anon feigned shock at her demand.
“Oh please,” Redheart facehoofed, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Now come on, be a good patient.”
Standing, Anon undid his belt and slipped his trousers off; revealing his sapphire blue boxers and slightly hairy legs. Sure enough his calf was noticeably bruised and bleeding slightly in one spot; nothing serious but enough to remind him to be wary of an angry equine’s bite.
Redheart, having doused a cloth in one of the vial’s contents, moved toward his leg. “This might sting a little,” she noted, pressing it to his leg and gently scrubbing the area. He flinched a bit at her touch but remained still. “Sorry, I know this isn’t fun,” she apologized as she began to apply a bandage to the area.
“It didn’t hurt,” Anon said, watching as the pony tended to his leg, “I just didn’t remember your hooves being that soft.” While the keratin of her hoof was rather hard the frog was warm and rather comforting; perhaps an attribute of her medical training or cutie mark. His comment made the mare blush, causing her to turn her head as she smiled to herself.
“Well you just come see me if you ever get roughed up,” Redheart ventured, kissing his leg over the bandage and looking up at him.
Anon knelt down, bringing his face beside hers. “Thank you,” he muttered, “it’s not often I get lucky enough to take a girl to dinner, have her tell me to take my pants off, and patch me up all in one evening.” Reaching forward, he caressed her cheek before leaning in and giving her a peck on the tip of her nose.
Redheart could feel her heart flutter in her chest, his kind words and sweet kiss stirring something deep within her. As she felt his hand withdraw she brought a hoof up to hold it in place, looking him in the eyes as she pressed forward; locking lips with him in a passionate kiss. The meal, his pithy humor, how he’d stood up for her with Berry Punch; she was finding herself more and more interested in him.
The two broke their kiss, transfixed upon one another and breathing heavily. Redheart confronted with this charming, if not odd, fellow and Anon facing an adorable and, he’d reluctantly admit, attractive miniature equine. Two creatures in a magical land, neither of which having ever expected to meet the other let alone having shared a moment of passion.
“Fuck it,” Anon blurted, thrusting his arms forth and embracing the mare before pressing his face to hers; their mouths colliding as their tongues entwined. Plucking the hat from atop her head, Anon tossed it across the room. Be damned if he understood it, all he knew was that right there, right then, he wanted her. The mare reciprocated, rearing back slightly and wrapping her forelegs around Anon’s neck as they made out. Their eyes closed as they shared each other’s breath. It wasn’t long before Anon could feel himself growing hard, his member slipping out the front of his boxers and pressing against the velveteen fur of Redheart’s abdomen as he held her.
“Wait,” Redheart gasped, pressing him back with a hoof.
“I...is everything alright?” Anon asked, unsure if he’d transgressed in some way.
“No, no,” she replied, continuing to push his chest back until he got the hint; easing himself onto his back on the carpeted floor. Straddling and standing over him, she removed his hands from her neck as she slowly circled; presenting her hind quarters while she faced his crotch. Face to face with his now erect shaft, she flipped her tail to the side; exposing her hastily moistening marehood to the man and watching as his equipment jumped with excitement. Craning her neck forward, Redheard licked the sensitive flesh of his cock. She smiled as she felt the man begin to lap at her marehood. Slipping the head of his rod into her mouth, she began to fellate him as he started to eat her out.
Anon dug in with glee, wrapping his arms around her generous hips as his tongue slipped into the mare. The tangy flavor and the way she hummed around his length spurning him on. Every so often the meaty lips of her sex would wink, particularly when he’d fixate on her pronounced clit; he couldn’t be sure, since he wasn’t a vet, but he considered it a good sign. Caressing her body as he continued to work, one hand moved to her underside and to the pair of breasts below her abdomen. Experimentally he pinched the sensitive bud of flesh, causing Redheart to moan deeply around his prick.
The two continued, orally teasing and pleasuring each other. Anon’s silken flesh gracing Redheart’s mouth and throat while her succulently juicy pussy leaked and dribbled over Anon’s tongue. Their passion building to a fevered pitch as their movements steadily became more frantic, not wanting to stop but succumbing to the carnality of the moment.
“A...Anon,” Redheart stammered, removing his equipment from her gullet and looking back at him, “I’m close.” Her words fueled him, causing the man to fixate on her delicate clit while gripping her tightly. “No, no,” she wheezed, pulling herself from him and inching towards the couch; draping her torso on a cushion she braced her hind legs, “I want to finish with you inside me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Practically leaping up, Anon shuffled behind her on his knees. Surrendering to his bestial urges, he eased himself into the eager mare; his manhood slipping into the juicy confines of her sex and causing her to groan in bliss. Grabbing her by the hips, he began to slowly piston the small equine. The same sublime warmth he’d felt in the doctor’s office washed over him. He couldn’t explain it, but the sight of the snowy white mare, her head resting on its side, was absolutely spellbinding. Looking down he marveled as the snowy white fur of her tush rippled with each impact. Her curves, her cotton candy-like pink mane and tail, the enraptured expression on her face, it was positively gorgeous.
The way Anon’s cock filled her was amazing, the satiny skin over the vascular rod of his shaft was to die for. Redheart could feel her body slipping over the edge, her marehood winking uncontrollably as Anon’s plump nuts slapped it with each thrust. Her thighs began to tremble as an inferno burned within her. With her remaining strength she bucked back against him, yearning for more as she pushed back in tune with his movements until the orgasmic bliss overtook her.
Throwing her head back Redheart screamed in ecstasy, her knees buckling and her body shivering uncontrollably at the overload of pleasure. A deluge of femcum lewdly gushed from her, coating her partner’s waist and spraying to the floor below. She could feel her canal convulsing around Anon’s throbbing rod, only heightening her rapture.
Anon’s mind went blank as Redheart came, pumping himself into her in a frenzy as he teetered on the brink himself. With one final titanic thrust, he buried himself in her fully; his balls churning as they began to deposit their valuable contents into the mare. He grunted like an animal, his hips twitching as his seed erupted deep within Redheart. Anon could feel the entrance of her cervix kissing the tip of his dick as he bathed it in jizz.
Redheart could feel Anon’s deliciously thick and hot cum as it flooded her cunt and it felt truly divine. To be rutted by a male, giving in to the wanton urges of the flesh, was something beyond compare. The blissful sensation of Anon panting atop her filled her with contentment. Excruciatingly slowly, he withdrew from her. She could feel the warm and sticky fluids within her snatch begin to creep down her leg as he flopped down beside her.
The two lay there, covered in sweat, the post coitus euphoria leaving them with each with an exhausted look on their faces as they looked at each other. Anon reached up and rubbed her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes.
“God you really are beautiful,” Anon murmured. Even with his mind swimming in hormones and the sinful pleasures of flesh, he’d meant it. This little pony was a sight to behold and he couldn’t help himself but to say it aloud. The utterance of such a simple phrase was cathartic. For all he knew he may very well be stuck in Equestria indefinitely and he’d be damned if he was going to adhere to the social norms of a society of which he was no longer a part of.
Redheart blushed, and her breath caught in her throat, as she lay there. Anon’s words, such simple things, were more ardent than any earthly pleasures he had given her. She honestly didn’t know how to respond. Sure, she’d had a coltfriend here or there but something about the way Anon looked at her made this feel different.
“Hey,” Anon said, jarring her from her thoughts, “you wanna shower up? I figure you’re gonna want me out of your hair before too long, especially if you gotta work tomorrow.”
She simply nodded, digesting the situation as her faculties fully returned. Before she had time to act, Anon ponderously stood; stooping and gingerly picking her up in his arms. “W...what are you…” Redheart couldn’t finish her question before he cut her off.
“Figure I’d carry you to the shower,” Anon said warmly, shrugging with that goofy little grin he had. “You just point the way because, ya know, it’s not like I know where I’m going or anything.”
Redheart pointed to a doorway and Anon nodded. “Hey Anon,” she said, looking up at him and drawing his attention, “since it’s kinda late do you want to stay here tonight? I don’t have to be in until mid morning.”
“Sure,” he replied, walking off towards, he presumed, the bathroom. “But you might be making a big mistake,” he grumbled, suddenly taking on a deadpan expression and causing Redheart to stiffen.
“W...why’s that?” she timidly asked.
“Because I make some mean pancakes and once you’ve had ‘em you might just want to keep me around,” his face softening as he began to laugh. The little mare caught on quickly and chuckled, batting him with a hoof as she was carried along.
As they went off, Redheart in Anon’s arms, their minds were dwelling on the same conundrum; both wondering how they could make this experience last just a little longer as they speculated if their growing fondness for someone so dramatically different to themself could really work.
