Pinkie's Politeness Practice

With the sun setting in the windows of the shop, you stretched your arms high above your head until you heard a cluster of pops, then let out a sigh. Bon Bon, who had fallen asleep in your lap, murmured something and flicked an ear in response, but otherwise didn't stir. She was pretty tuckered out after everything.

It had been a busy day for all three of you. Bon Bon had been unable to do much after her big orgasm, and seeing as you were the one responsible, you volunteered to help finish the order. Bon Bon, of course, got a bit fussy when you offered, but when she went to stand, her legs gave out from under her. Her protests died down to reluctant, pouty murmurs after that. In truth, she needed the help, and she knew it. Bon Bon just found it too hard to ask.

Twilight opted to work alongside you, using her magic to create an assembly line of sorts while you took care of customers and mixed ingredients on the side. Bon Bon couldn’t help but nitpick the whole process from the sidelines, reminding Twilight of everything from keeping the candy distributed evenly on the sheet, to making sure they didn’t boil. And the moment she could stand again, she insisted on finishing everything herself.

You were having none of that.

You picked her up, laid her on the counter, and told her with no room for argument that you were going to help, but if she was clearly still pent up if she was being this fussy you’d be getting in more oral practice. At least, as long as she kept fussing and trying to do everything herself. Something about the way that flustered her really made it fun. Which is why you did again when she tried to take over a second time, and once more when she tried a third. Bon Bon was a stubborn little horse. But she eventually gave up and worked alongside you, pouting the whole time.

Eventually the order was finished and you spent the rest of the evening hanging out at the shop after hours. Bon Bon loosened up with her work done early, thankfully. It must have been a big weight off her shoulders, and you were glad to see her unwind finally and just talk with you. In particular, she had a lot of questions about where you came from, what you liked to do, what candies you liked, and so forth. The mare quickly became enthralled with having you try several of her homemade treats, telling you all about how they were made, what changes she made to each batch, and pressed you to give your thoughts. You weren’t much of a critic and didn’t have to lie to spare her feelings at all. Everything tasted great. Amusingly, Bon Bon was a bit frustrated by that. She genuinely wanted some critique on what worked best, but by the little puff in her chest, and that sneaky smile that she couldn’t keep off her muzzle, you knew it made her happy underneath all the blustering.

Seriously though, Bon Bon didn’t have a candy cutie mark for nothing. There was a real charm to everything she made.

As the day wound down and the shop reached it’s closing hours, you negotiated few more practice runs with Bon Bon. The mare had wanted to pay you some bits for your help today but you figured this would do you more good than money. She was understandably a bit grumpy about not getting a chance to return the favor, but after telling her about your promises to Pinkie and Dash, she reluctantly let it go. It was plain to see it bothered her to receive all the attention herself, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but love feeling of your tongue and fingers.

You’d begun to learn the unique sensitivities to her—which spot to press with your tongue early, how rough to treat her clit when she was ready to cum. You even learned to keep her on edge for several seconds without letting her go over. It was a delicate art, with lots of gentle brushing and careful monitoring of her body language, but one that produced intense orgasms if you managed to pull it off. And it felt rewarding when you did. Bon Bon had a cute ‘O’ face and she got adorably loopy after a hard orgasm. After a few rounds of this, Bon Bon had all but collapsed and you let her fall asleep on your lap while running your fingers through her coat.

There was a swell of pride in your chest, seeing her smiling in her sleep and nuzzling against you. This sweet little mare had been totally exhausted from pleasure, and it was all from you. Hopefully you’d learned enough to do that to Pinkie Pie. You really want to see her looking up at you, all loopy and blushing like Bon Bon had. Yeah… And then you’d kiss that pon on her forehead and tell her she’s cute. You liked this plan.

“How is she?” Twilight said as she finished wiping down the counter.

“Out like a light,” you answered, gesturing towards the little mare in your lap. “Is her bedroom upstairs? I can tuck her in and meet you outside. No need to lock up, right?”

“Bon Bon is one of the ponies who likes to.” Twilight flashed a small silver key and headed towards the door. “Don’t take too long. We have one last lesson before it gets too late, okay?”

“Yes, ma'am,” you said, and gently cradled Bon Bon and headed to her loft.

Bon Bon’s room was a simple one, though you took note of two beds, one with mint green sheets and another with pink. You laid Bon Bon down on the bed with pink sheets, assuming she like most ponies had a thing for color matching, and gently tucked her in. As you tiptoed out, you heard the rustle of sheets.

“Anon?” You turned to see Bon Bon pushing herself up with her forehooves, eyes blinking blearily at you. “You heading out already? Here let me just—”

You walked over and pressed your hand gently into her chest, easing her back down. “Go ahead and get some rest. We cleaned everything up. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just relax, okay? Those oral lessons took a lot out of you.”

Bon Bon scrunched at you for a few moments then let out a sigh and lowered herself back into her bed. “You’re a real butt, you know that?”

You let out a laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Because you made me cum my brains out like six times and now I’m going to be sore for days. And you didn’t even let me return the favor!” You couldn’t help but laugh even harder at that. “Yeah laugh it up, Anon. After you’re done with your lessons and I can walk straight again, I’m going to get you back, you got that? We’ll see how you like it getting your cock sucked until you can’t think straight.”

You smiled. “I gotcha, Bon. It’s a date.” She didn’t answer for a while but you heard her grumble something under her breath. “Good night, Bon Bon. I’ll see you around.” An with that, you softly shut the door and headed out.

Time for the next lesson.

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The sun hung low over The Four Corners park as its denizens milled about, chatting, playing games on the green, and overall just enjoying the cool fall weather. Or in several cases, fucking. More than a few groups decided to wind down the day with some casual sex, using the benches, or cool patches of soft grass to get comfortable, and the result was an orchestra of errant giggling, wet slapping sounds, and the occasional moan. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the edge of the bench. And god help you, it was lewd. You normally avoided the park at this hour for this exact reason. It was a kind of voyeuristic candyland, with blowjobs, double teaming, anal, and more than a few instances of enthusiastic intercourse around the field.

Damn horny horses...

Several mares gave you and Twilight friendly greetings and asked how your day was—Cherry Berry, Amethyst, and Roseluck, just to name a few. More than one darted their gaze to your crotch while you talked to them, their tails swaying side to side, signaling where their mind was occupied, but didn’t bother you. It made you laugh inwardly if you’re being honest. They didn’t mean to leer, and it was a compliment here anyhow. Though you were close to saying ‘my eyes are up here’ to Sea Swirl, who absently pressed her muzzle right into your crotch with a hum when she saw you were half mast. Even in Equestria, not asking was a bit rude, so you gave her a flick on the nose and told her you weren’t looking for any help right now. She apologized and headed off to find another partner, which left you, Twilight, and a very awkward lesson plan.

“You ready, Anon?” Twilight said, scooting closer to you on the bench. She put a hoof on your thigh in a comforting gesture, though it did little for your beating heart.

“Yeah, a little. I just…” You let out a sigh. “Just kinda nervous I guess.”

Twilight frowned for a moment and bit her lip. “I know you have some strong reservations about this, Anon. I just thought it’d be something we should try to work on. But if you really do feel nervous, we can—” With a pop, a list appeared in front of her. “Oh! We can head home and I can relieve you there. I’ll put on a blindfold, so you won’t feel nervous about me seeing you naked. I read a guide that said blindfolds can really excite some stallions and I’d be happy to give it a try. How’s that sound, Anon?”

VERY LEWD. You gritted your teeth as you felt your face heat up at the image of Twilight, inches away from your cock in a blindfold.

“That sounds—”

“No good? You’re right. What if I end up hurting you because I can’t see what I’m doing.” She crossed it off her list. “Sorry, I don’t have a list of your fetishes. This would be simpler if you’d just filled out my questionnaire.”

You found yourself pinching the bridge of your nose. “Look, Twi, you’re fine. That sounds good actually. I’d like to, but I don't want to back out without even trying. This has been holding me back for a long time. I just need a minute, is all.”

Twilight gave you a silent ‘oh’ and cleared her throat. “Right… sorry. Take your time.”

You gave her a nod and closed your eyes. Okay, just focus. It’s not a big deal here. Breath in and out and relax like Rarity taught you. It won’t cause a scene or anything, right. It’s nothing to be weirded out by. It’s normal... mostly normal.

“Is it because of your world’s culture, or something else?” Twilight said.

You blinked your eyes open and turned to a fidgeting Twilight. The mare held her tail in her hooves, kneading it absently. Was she nervous or just horny? Probably both.

“Well…” You rubbed the back of your neck. “Not exactly.”

“Then what?” she said. Twilight pushed closer to you again, her soft coat and wings brushing against your arm. Just the feel of her against your skin made your heart jump. “This has been a major hangup for you this whole time, and it has me worried. I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”

You sighed. Yeah she had a point. Twilight is doing this for you. The least you could do is help her out a little.

“I…” you began. God, you can’t believe you’re saying this. “Don’t laugh, but I’m worried you guys will think I look weird.”

Twilight gave you a blank look for a moment then it seemed to dawn on her. Her ears snapped back and she looked like someone had told her they couldn’t read. “Wait, you think we wouldn’t find you attractive? Do you...” She scooted close to your ear, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Do you think your penis looks weird?”

You didn’t say anything, but from the change in Twilight’s expression, it must have shown on your face. “Well, I don’t look like a horse down there.”

“And you’re worried about that?” Twilight said. “Anon, that’s what makes you interesting and unique. It’d be weird if everycreature had a horse penis.”

Fair point. “Er… yeah and I guess. But even so, I’m not exactly the perfect human specimen overall, you know?”

“You seem perfectly healthy to me.”

“Not like that. I mean, like, with sexual appeal.”

She gave you another long, blank stare. “What, you think if we see what you look like under your clothes we’re suddenly going to not want to have sex with you?” She gave you a friendly smile, which melted away when she saw you not smiling back. “Wait, really? So you really think...”

She trailed off and looked past you. Her face went through a variety of emotions, confused, sad, angry. It was like she was reforming everything, compartmentalizing every analysis she had of you all over again. After a few moments, she spoke again, this time her voice hard.

“Who... did this to you?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Twilight took a long, slow breath, then looked you in the eyes. “Who taught you to be ashamed of yourself like this, Anon?” She said, her wings ruffling. “I thought I was wrong when I saw you with Bon Bon. You were confident and enthusiastic and you enjoyed yourself. It made me really happy to see you like that. But now I’m sure something is really wrong. Someone put the really nasty idea in your head that you’re not good enough, because everytime I see you second guess yourself, I get really upset.”

“Twi, it’s not a big deal I just—”

“No! Anon, it is a big deal and it’s really messed up.” Twilight reared up and put her hooves on your chest. “I want to know who took this nice, handsome stallion and made him think he was ugly, because you’re really cute and any mare would be lucky to have you!”

You sat there, stunned into silence as Twilight’s chest heaved. Her stare bore deep. It was a look filled with frustration, and more than just the past days worth of distress. It sunk in then, that you’d never really stopped to consider Twilight’s feelings in all of this. You’d pleasured Bon Bon repeatedly in front of her, refused her advances for who knows how long, and she likely felt just as betrayed as the others when you masterbated. She’d always worked hard to make sure you were doing okay and felt comfortable in Ponyville, always asking if you needed anything. Had she wanted to be closer perhaps? Was that her way of trying to get to know you better? Maybe. You wouldn’t know. You hadn’t paid her much attention, had you? A heavy feeling settled in your gut. You really hadn’t been a good friend to her, even beyond the sex. Here she was, dedicating her time to helping you, and you haven’t opened up to her at all in the last two days. At the very least, couldn’t you at least trust her that much?

You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding and ran your hand over your scalp. “Sorry, Twi. I just… I can try to explain as best I can. It’s just hard to talk about because It’s kinda personal and it has to do with my world. But you’re my friend, and I trust you. So if you really want to know why, I can do that.”

Twilight slowly sank back down to her haunches and nodded to you. “You can tell me anything, Anon. I promise, I’ll do whatever I can to make it better.”

“Alright, well,” you said, leaning back against the bench. “You asked who made me like this and really, the answer is… nobody. Or at least, nobody specifically. I’m not even unique in this case. There are a lot of humans like me and it’s considered pretty normal to be ashamed of your body. Like, uh—” You gestured with your hands, trying to think of an example. “In my world, we have all these different ways to transmit images, and we have a lot of humans in our world too—way more than ponies—and we all vary a lot in size and shape. We’re not generally pretty or cute like ponies.”

Twilight perked up a little. “You think we’re cute?”

“Oh, extremely,” you said booping her on the snout. “Us humans really value visually appealing things. In fact, one of the things humans do is find the best examples of human aesthetics and we make images of it. We put those pictures out there all over the place for others to see. It’s like when Fluttershy had a modeling thing for a bit, right, and there’s Fleur and Sassy Saddles, the mares who model Rarity’s clothes. They’re really pretty right?”

“Yeah, they’re considered really beautiful by pony standards.”

“Right! Well imagine, ponies like them are all over the place, painted on buildings and billboards and posters. Maybe they’re selling things or maybe they’re just put there to be pretty and show that off, but in my world, this is the norm. Everyone just sees these beautiful, handsome figures all day every day. And well, I guess it doesn’t really translate exactly, but when you see those people all the time, and then I compare myself to the kinds of guys in magazines and movies, and even cartoons, well…”

“You think you don’t measure up?”

You gave her a limp shrug. “I mean, it’s not really even a question, honestly. I’m just kinda average. I don’t have abs like those guys, or piercing eyes, or a sharp jaw.”

“I like your jaw.”

You turned and gave Twilight a smirk while ruffling her mane. “Well thank you. I appreciate that. But the point is, I’m not used to thinking of myself as the kind of guy people would WANT to see naked. I’ve been taught all my life that I’m not.”

“Well, I-I’d like to see you naked. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do for a while now actually...” Twilight’s face lit up like a tomato and her eyes flicked up to yours, then back down to the ground again. It made you giggle a bit. She was an adorable little dork sometimes.

You cocked your head at her. “Really? Are you sure? You don’t even know what I look like under these clothes. Could end up really disappointed.”

“No, that would never happen!” she said, suddenly looking determined. “In fact, I figure that’s almost an impossibility. I’ve seen you shirtless when we went swimming and I thought you looked perfect. And I wasn’t the only one. A lot of the girls have had a few fantasies from that weekend.”

Oh… whoa okay.

“But even if that wasn’t the case, Anon, it wouldn’t matter. You’re really amazing and you mean more to us than you know. I know it’s going to take more than that to believe me but you’re really cute, and smart and I can’t understand how humans would think any different. And even if you’re not perfect, I’m not going to think any less of you. Anon, you’re my friend and I like you. And—Anon, are you okay?”

Fuck. You could feel the moisture forming at the sides of your eyes and you’d looked away on instinct, trying to wipe it with your hand. “Yeah. I just got something in my eyes. I’m good.”

“You sure? It looks like you’re crying.”

Goddammit. “YES! I’m very sure. Just give me a second.”

“O-Okay, sorry. Maybe that was too much?”

After a second of rubbing your eyes clear and taking a totally manly deep breath, you answered her. “No, it was good. I guess that was the pep talk I needed.” You put a hand to her cheek and she flinched, then eventually settled into it, eyes moving to meet yours. Her look held a question. “You’re a really good friend, Twi. Thank you.”

Her chest swelled up and she gave you one of the cutest, happiest smiles you’ve ever seen on a pony. Heccin’ cutie. Okay, enough with the mushy stuff.