Pinkie's Politeness Practice

Anon and Rarity nestled into one another, the smaller mare tucking herself in the crook of Anon’s body as the post orgasm bliss lulled them into a midday nap. Your chest felt tight as you watched them from above.

They were one of several scattered ponies out enjoying some stress relief at the game today. Some ponies had even been inspired by Anon and Rarity, you noted. You don’t blame them. Anon using his fingers like that looked amazing. Just thinking about his little fingers, twisting around in your marehood, going after all your weak spots… You swallowed, instinctively arching your back and letting out a whine.

Watching Anon and Rarity had make you feel… well… A long, viscous strand of mare fluid dripped down onto your cloud, soaking into the fluffy texture. Plenty of fluid had already soaked into your coat and on the underside of your multicolored tail. But it was more than that. You’ve gotten heated before, sure, but this was Anon, so you found yourself a little irked still, and there was that familiar squirmy sensation in your stomach too. You gritted your teeth and smacked your face into the cloud-fluff. Celestia damn-it, why? Your stomach felt like it was twisted into a knot just thinking about being in Rarity’s place. Why did Anon make you feel so weird all the time! Nopony else did this to you. Why did he make you feel all dizzy and tingly and junk?

I mean sure, you did get to watch him and one of your best friends play with each other, and s-she got to taste his cum in her mouth. You even got to see a little flash of his big human— c-cock. The thought barely finished in your head before your back legs trembled, tail hiking practically over your back as your stomach did another flip. You growled under your breath and clenched your eyes shut.. Your body was screaming to breed with him—to just swoop down, bend over, and beg him to start pounding away at your aching marehood. But...

You could feel moisture welling up at the corners of your eyes. Stupid asshole… he didn’t even want to screw you. All this time you thought he liked you. You never had a male friend like Anon before; someone who you could share all of yourself with and not feel afraid. But it was all a lie. All those times he made up excuses… all those times he said he couldn’t have sex with you.

He just didn’t want to.

A tired groan left you and flopped over on your back. Fuck him. Fuck him and that stupid pretty boy face. He made you feel all messed up and horny and angry and AGH! It wasn’t fair! Your chest pumped as you jumped to your hooves, ready to dart down there and just… do…

Something…

What would you even do? Yell at him? Hit him? I mean why not!? He deserved as much, right? ...right? You imagined hitting Anon and a cold feeling ran through you. No, you didn’t want to hurt him...

“Dammit.” You flopped down on your belly, then rolled over, rested a foreleg over your eyes. “Anon, you big jerk... “

A small voice whispered in the back of your mind ‘at least he’s trying.’ As much as he ticked you off, you had to admit he WAS trying. And making progress. Rarity had done a lot—his progress today showed as much. Anon was still infuriatingly half-assed and hesitant about some things, but he really did an amazing job getting Rarity off. She came HARD. You’d know. You’ve relieved her plenty of times and she only squirted and shook that hard once or twice. Celestia, how long had it been since you came that hard anyways? Those fingers looked amazing… He could probably mess you right up, make you a big quivering mess without even putting his cock in you.

And Anon! His face when he came sent sparks up your spine. You squeezed your thighs together, heart thudding in your chest. At the same time, that strange, wormy feeling surged in your center. You put a hoof to your tummy, pressing against the fur as if it could somehow ease the strange sensation. It felt like you were doing flips right now. And on top of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about Rarity’s mouth on his cock. Your marehood winked, pushing out another generous glob of juice. Celestia you needed to cum really bad now too. You were just this big twisted up ball of messed up feelings and you have no clue what to do about it.

Maybe there’s something wrong with you… Those feelings had only gotten worse the last few days. Maybe it was just the hope that Anon would give you a chance soon. He might not want to fuck you but you could just ask now, right? Or was it too soon still? You groaned, flipping over onto your stomach. What you’d give to just stop feeling this way. When did it even begin? It had been a slow thing. Anon had been your friend for a while and you loved spending time with him. But one day you realized something was off and it was too late to stop it.

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A few months earlier...

Your breath was ragged and heavy, fur soaked in sweat. A faint blush had spread across your cheeks, and your heart thundered in your chest. A mare nearby clicked a stopwatch, scribbled something on a card then handed it to you. You smiled as you read the number and couldn’t help doing a little dance.

19:56

The Running of the Leaves, like most pony traditions, represented an opportunity for you. In particular, a physical event like The Running was a chance to better yourself, to go beyond your old limits and prove how much faster you’d gotten since last year. And also beat Applejack. You liked beating Applejack.

But it was foremost a chance to show off a little, and as a bonus, maybe get some dick at the end. After such a long run, and with everypony working up a sweat, the finishing area would be drenched in musk. And physical activity worked up an appetite. A kinky appetite. So while The Running wasn’t a sexual event, it had become a tradition to hold a small fair near the finishing area that tended to those needs. Enterprising ponies could make a few bits for their businesses or charities, and you could get some potent, exotic relief that left you satisfied for days. All and all, it was something ponies looked forward to, even if they didn’t participate in the run.

As you trotted into the fairgrounds, you found yourself quickly surrounded by all manner of booths for every kind of need. Thirsty after the run? Check out Delly’s Lemonade. Hungry? There were fair food wagons lining the dirt paths. Horny? You licked your lips as you surveyed the sexual relief booths. Yeah, there was that too.

Wait… You paused as you looked across at the booths, bobbing your chin as you counted them. Only five this year? Where was Pokey’s pumpeler? You’d saved up a ton of bits to have him ream you. All the other booths were run by mares or used toys or machines to simulate a dick. You were real sick of mare tongue right now and needed something big and thick in you. It’d been weeks since you had a real stallion rut you with how few there were in ponyville. But it was more than that. There was honestly something to be said about being with a stallion that you had chemistry with. Sure, you could grab a stranger, and you did often enough when your libido got too much to bear, but when you really wanted to feel that leg shaking, spine tingling feeling that lit up every pleasure nerve, the kind of orgasms that made your mind go blank and made you a quivering, drooling mess? Well for those, you needed a guy who knew what you liked. And Pokey knew how to mess you up in just the right way.

He knew what did it for a lot of mares honestly—it was a talent of his. Pokey was one of Ponyville’s studs, with the license and everything, which also meant he was busy and a lot of mares competed for his attention. You’d pay him to get you special attention if you could, Tartarus a lot of mares would, but he never felt comfortable accepting bits like that. He got a bag of coins from the crown to keep up the good work every month, as well as plenty of appreciation from townsfolk, and to him, that was all he wanted. Pokey insisted it shouldn’t be about bits if he was going to keep being a stud—it was just something you did to help ponies out, not because there was something in it for you, and as much as you hate to admit it, he was probably right. That meant, if you wanted a serious, full attention session with him, you had to wait for special events where he’d set up a charity booth. The schoolhouse always needed repairs, school supplies, and new books after all. But… You grumbled, staring down the empty plot of land. Where the hay was he?

AJ came trotting over to you, breathing heavy and holding her finishing card. You gave her a smug look and flashed your timecard. “Read it and weep, AJ. I win this year.” She was only two minutes behind but it felt good to beat a rival.

Applejack rolled her eyes as she worked to catch her breath. “Well Dash, I gotta say, y’all did pretty good this year. I guess I’ll haveta’ actually try next time.”

You smirked and gave her a shove. “In your dreams, AJ. I’ll blow you away next year too.”

She chuckled and gave you a good natured shove back. “We’ll see about that, partner. I just felt like giving you a chance this time is all.”

“Aha, there you are. We were wondering when you two would finish.”

You turned to see Rarity and Fluttershy, both carrying over bottles of water.

“Um, you did really good this year, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy said, handing you a drink.

“Aah, thanks, Fluttershy. It was nothing,” you said, taking the bottle from her and gulping it down. It wasn’t nothing. You trained your tail off for that time, but you weren’t going to let Applejack know that.

“Are Anonymous and Twilight still running?” Rarity said, looking out across the home stretch. “Oh, I hope the poor dear is doing alright. It’s his first run—what if it’s too long? He was pacing himself when you last saw him, yes?”

You perked up at that. Anon ran today? Your face lit up and you couldn’t help but bounce a little in place. Heck yeah! Anon was super cool and that was one more male that could take you to pound town. Though, Twilight’s probably been drowning him in her scent by now. You deflated at that. He’d probably mount her the moment they crossed the finish line and wouldn’t be in the mood for anything else like usual. For a guy who got erections real easy, he had an annoyingly low sex drive. You grumbled under your breath. Darnit, you really liked Anon and still haven’t gotten a turn with him yet…

Applejack took a deep swig from her bottle then screwed the cap back. “Relax, Rarity. Anon’s a lot more durable than he looks. S’helped me and Mac a few times now when we needed it, and if’n he has any trouble, Twilight’s right there with him.”

“Oh, and um, remember when he taught us that Hand-Egg game?” Fluttershy said. “They may not be fast, but Hyoomans can run for an awful long time.”

Yeah, you remember that day. Even though you weren’t allowed to fly, you still outmatched his speed by miles. But you remember how happy he looked just playing the game. And at the end of the day, Anon had put up a good fight. You still remember the way he smiled at you—red faced, sweaty, and gasping for breath—and the way he told you ‘good game’. Something about that made you feel really weird. Not guilty of course. You deserved that win and he made you work for it with his crazy passes. It was… something else… He just looked so cute and you had so much fun that day. No other pony made you feel like that. It was impossible to know what to make of it, and that was strangely concerning for you.

Anyhow, he’d finish for sure. You were more concerned with what he wanted to do after the race. You shifted your weight back and forth, flicking your tail nervously as you watched groups of ponies pass by and begin to mill about. Their scents hit you immediately and you stifled a whine. A few of the males were already dropped from their sheaths, cocks dangling tantalizingly between their legs.

Several got water from tables that had been set up and made idle chatter with one another. They’d eventually make their way to the different booths to get relief, or grab a mare who smelled inviting. There’d be time to snag somepony, but you felt anxious with how many kept passing you up without saying anything. The gender ratio wasn’t too bad in Ponyville but there were still only so many males to go around.

“Shew, Rainbow, y’all gonna be okay over there? You’re lookin’ mighty anxious.” Applejack said, raising an eyebrow.

You blinked. “Oh, uh, yeah. I guess just thinking…”

“You sure, sugarcube? Because you look more cock hungry than a wolf in a chicken coop. Y’all want some relief or anythin? Ya got us right here.”

“I’m kinda holding out for a stallion right now,” you mumbled.

“Oh, well speaking of relief,” Rarity said, turning to Fluttershy. “We have a lot of work to do.”

“What’d y’all cook up this year?” AJ asked.

“Well, Fluttershy and I are going to be handling a nice little gangbang booth a little ways down the path.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced back at Fluttershy. The pegasus met your eyes then looked away, nodding meekly. Holy horseapples, she’s really going to do it?

A gangbang booth was something only one or two ponies attempted to run a year, and it was a rough time to say the least. The cost for using the booth mare was only a few bits and you could do whatever you wanted so long as it didn’t hurt. It was a bargain, and attendance was realistically only limited to how many ponies the booth could fit. At the size of a small pig pen, that was anywhere between five and ten ponies. The mare at the center of it all would be an absolute mess at the end, drenched in both male and female cum, spit, and her own fluids. Not to mention mind meltingly cum drunk. There was even a bet each year on how long a mare would last before she’d start to get that fucked silly look. The booth was one of the most popular as a way to get a quick, cheap fuck in, so the bits were lucrative, but that didn't mean it was easy. It was still hours of being endlessly reamed like a fucktoy.

Last year, Rarity partnered up with Nurse Redheart. Rares made enough to launch her new store in Canterlot, and handled herself pretty well all things considered, while Redheart did it to raise money for the foals hospital in Manehattan and… well she got enough bits for a whole new wing, but she hadn’t handled it nearly as well as Rarity. Redheart came out of it physically sore as all tartarus and got fucked so silly she “broke” for a while. She recovered, but it was safe to say that, with the foals hospital in better shape than ever, Redheart would be bowing out this year. That meant Rarity needed a mare to help her split the load. Thinking of poor Fluttershy getting plowed that long and hard made you worried.

“You sure you can handle that, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy’s ears lay back and a small tremor ran through her. “Oh, um, well, I really need the bits for the animals right now since a new bear came in, and even though it’s kinda scary taking care of that many ponies, I think I can do it. They’re just going to use me—” She gulped. “—a lot.”

Rarity put a hoof around the nervous mare. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right there with you helping to service as many as I can. You’ll do wonderful, Darling. Just relax and let them do most of the work. You’re normally so good at dealing with groups, especially stallions.”

Well so long as they didn’t try to talk to her, yeah. “Well, Shy, if you’re sure about this...” you said, giving her a questioning look.

The mare looked for all the world like she’d been told to jump in front of a charging Ursa Major, but she nodded meekly. “Yes, I have to. It’s for the animals. I can do it.”

“You’ll love it once you get into the swing of things, dear,” Rarity said, a wistful look in her eyes. “It’s a wonderful thing, being at the center of all those amourous bodies, all clamoring for a spot around you, dying to be touched and pleased.”

You rolled your eyes. All you want is one dick and a stallion you like, thank you very much. “So where’s ‘Pokey’s Pummeler’? He’s the only one who can do that thing I like and he’s not set up this year,” you said, gesturing to the empty plot of dirt next to Milky Ways Titjob booth and The Deviant Drake’s toy hut.

Applejack adjusted her hat and gave the spot a glance. “Ya didn’t hear? Pokey’s got Hair Trigger's disease. Can’t hardly move without blowing his load all over the place. Poor stud’s in bed, missing all the fun.”

You winced. “Jeeze… well maybe I can ask Jack Hammer or Bulk then? Or maybe Anon if Twilight gets done with him?”

“Ya might not have the luxury of choice, Dash,” AJ said. “You’re probably better off just grabbing whoever you can find, and without Pokey taking a few mares outta the crowd, I’d say most stallions are gonna be tapped out if ya wait too long.”

“It’ll be fine, AJ. I got time,” you said, mostly trying to reassure yourself as you looked around for a partner.

More and more stallions kept walking by and picking out mares around you.