Pinkie's Politeness Practice

There was a lake that sat a few gallops from the edge of whitetail woods. It was far enough from the fairgrounds to silence the noises of merriment and pleasure, but not far enough to be out of sight. The casual rustle of dry leaves in the wind and gentle ripples of water against the shore surrounded you, a stark contrast to the noisy, sex-filled fairgrounds. It was here you found yourself, sitting at waters edge, not knowing whether you wanted to go home or linger a while longer and catch your friends on their way back. You wanted to hear about their time, make sure Fluttershy was okay, see how Twilight’s time with Anon went, maybe ask Pinkie what she got up to. Pinkie stories were always interesting stories. And you wanted to see Anon… it’d be nice to talk to him, even if he was too drained for any fun.

But at the same time, a big part of you didn’t want to be near anypony for a while. Right now you just wanted to be alone.

You stared at your reflection in the water, adjusting a bit of mane past your cheek, trying a smile before letting it fade and your laying your ears back. You gave your eyelashes a little flutter, a small move you’d seen Rarity do a few times to good effect, but all you managed to do was look like a spaz with a blinking problem. What are you doing exactly? The question echoed in your mind but you forced the answer down.

You tried a pose, rearing up on two legs, puffing your chest out and trying to look confident. No good… Your front legs clopped back down and you let out an explosive sigh. How do they do it? You take care of your mane, wash it twice, keep your teeth clean, coat shiny, wings neatly preened. You’re cool and confident—colts go for that stuff, right? So why?

You looked back at your face in the water. A tired looking pegasus with dull, rust colored eyes, a boring, sky blue coat, and a strange, multi-toned mane that was too wild and unruly to be called pretty, stared back at you. You weren’t pretty. The thought came flat and toneless in your mind, but no less true.

You weren’t pretty. Not like Rarity or Fluttershy. You sank down to your haunches, eyes lowering. I mean, you always knew as much. Fluttershy was always a gorgeous pony, and Rarity knew how to maximize her appeal and had a nice body to boot. What were you? You looked back at your reflection, frown deepening as you scrutinized every bit of yourself for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Not much to look at,” you said bitterly.

A sound to your side caused one of your ears to swivel and your back to stiffen. “Who’s there?” you snapped, jumping to your feet.

Nopony answered. Only the faint ripple of water filled your ears. Dangit, you definitely heard somepony snort or something. Keeping your head low, you headed in the direction of the sound. Tall patches of grass, accented with cattails blocked most of your view as you traced along the lake’s edge, but after a few feet, something caught your eye. At this point, you’d reached an area closest to the whitetail woods, and a few trees stretched out closer to the lake. On an outstretched branch, a blue, nylon t-shirt and a pair of shorts hung, both somewhat damp as they dried in the setting sun. There was only one creature you knew who wore clothes that size. You pushed forward, parting a path of grass with your snout. There, laying out on a large towel was Anon, arms behind his head and a contented smile on his face. His eyes lay closed and he let out a low pitched snore.

You wanted to smack yourself. So that’s what that was. You were silently thankful nobody saw you, but you couldn’t ignore the nagging question at the back of your mind. What was Anon doing here? You thought he was with Twilight getting busy. Did he seriously just go for a swim then fell asleep? You took a few steps closer, eyeing him up and down, a blush spreading across your muzzle as your eyes traced his body. A small pair of undershorts clung to his crotch, outlining his stallionhood quite clearly for you, and his hairless body let you see every muscle. You realize idly that this is the first time you’ve seen him with so little on. And it’s definitely the first time you got a hint of his stallionhood’s shape and size. Every other time you’ve seen him, he wore plenty of clothing to cover himself, which left everypony wondering what he was packing.

Definitely made you want to find out… He probably wouldn’t mind a little peek, right? Well, any normal stallion wouldn’t mind, but this was Anon. He was really weird about sex in general. You’re not sure how he’d feel about you checking out his equipment but… Well he didn’t say you COULDN’T check out his cock. You’d ask but he’s asleep and waking him would be rude. A smile broke out across your face and your tail wagged behind you. Yep, sound logic. He can’t be mad if you don’t do anything really. You’re just looking.

You trotted over, careful not to step on any rocks or errant branches, and came to stand between his legs. Damn, he was kinda packing, you thought, eyeing the bulge. Your heart beat hard in your chest as you eyed his shorts, a tantalizing outline teasing what lay underneath. Something about the way clothes concealed and hinted felt so lewd. Maybe it was the denial of it? They existed as if to say, no looking, no touching, at least until you unwrap me.

You gulped. Ah, Celestia, this was getting you way too bothered for what it was. You’re just curious is all. You didn’t mean to get all horny over it. Okay, just do it and get it over with. It’s not even a big deal. It’s just his cock. You’ve seen a million others. You just never saw one on a stallion as big as Anon… and those muscles… the way they moved when he shifted, the way his arms flexed when he passed a ball or how his calves tensed when he chased you… He held a lot of power in that body. And while his cock wasn’t big for his size, it was pretty big for a pony. Another shiver ran through you. Dammit, stop thinking so much and just look at it!

You reached out, hooves shaking but finding their marks on either side of his short’s waistband. A long, hot breath slipped from your lips as you pulled his shorts down, slowly, agonizingly, so as to not wake him up. The head of his cock popped out suddenly and you flinched, your marehood winking. You continued until his shorts were about at his ankles and his member was on full display for you. Whatever he was dreaming about had left him at half chub and you couldn’t help but lick your lips.

“Wow…” you said breathlessly, careful to keep your voice low.

The color was different—that was the first thing you noticed, and there was no sheath to speak of. It all just hung out there, for anyone to see.

Then the scent hit you.

Your nostrils flared and the deep musk of a male enveloped your senses and you let out an involuntary moan. H-Holy, sun. He smelled so good. You inched your snout closer, giving his sleeping face a few glances before finally going in. Your snout shoved right up against his scrotum and you hummed.

The smell sent a tingle through your body, and you realized it smelled somewhat familiar. Everytime you played games with Anon you’d always kept getting horny from something. Now you know why. This whole time you’d been getting little whiffs of his musk. Now, with it this close, this pure and unfiltered, it was hard to think. The scent wrapped around your mind, demanding all of your attention. You clenched your back legs and rubbed your inner thighs together. You want to taste him. Your tongue darted out and you gave one of his balls a gentle lick. Wow… it was kinda hard to describe actually. Reminded you of dough, pleasant and mostly tasteless, with a bit of a salty aftertaste. You’ve tasted a lot of stallion cock and they all had sorta fruity flavors. You gave him another long lick and a jolt of excitement rolled through you when it twitched.

“Ooh, somebody’s getting excited,” you said, giggling to yourself as his penis stirred. “Let’s see how big you get!”

Anon jerked, gave a loud snort, and suddenly sat up. You ducked down, your ears snapping back. Shit! You said that way too loud. Pleasedon’tbemadpleasedon’tbemad.

He turned and squinted at the low sun for a moment, shielding his eyes with a hand before turning and looking at you. Anon froze. SHIT FILLY, YOU DID IT NOW.

"Rainbow?” he said, in an adorably sleepy voice.

“H-Hey, Anon!” you said, giving him a sheepish smile. “Aheh, want to um… have sex maybe?”

“Wha...?” He looked down and his eyes shot open. ”Holy! What the fuck, Dash!” Anon shot to his feet, nearly knocking you over, and jerked his shorts back over his cock.

You snapped to your feet a second later heart pounding in your chest. Oh no no no no! He was pissed. “I didn’t do anything, I swear. It was a little taste and I was curious! Please, I’m sorry!”

“Dash, what’s wrong with you! You just—!” Anon stopped, his expression changing when he met your eyes.

“W-What?” you said, frown deepening. “Is there something on my face?”

He sighed, and readjusted his undershorts. “No I just… nevermind, Rainbow.”

“Are you mad at me?” you whispered, just loud enough to hear in the quiet.

“No, Rainbow. I just don’t want to have sex right now.” He shook his head and turned to get his clothes.

Oh… Okay. You sank back to your haunches. Maybe you could go home with him and he’ll tell you when he’s ready? Yeah! A sleepover with Anon would be awesome! You looked up at him, excitement bubbling up in your chest as you opened your mouth to ask, but stopped. Actually… he might not want to have sex with you at all. Anon kinda had a low libido. Only had sex with a few mares now and then as far as the girls had told you, and none of them had gotten a chance with him yet. It made you really wonder who his favorites were. All you knew was, whoever they were, you weren’t one of them. In all the time he’s been your friend, he never asked you for help. Your ears folded back. He might not even see you in a sexual light at all. I mean, if you asked, he’d probably help you out still, right? He was your friend. He just… might not feel that way about you.

“Hey, you doing okay, Dash?”

You looked up and realized Anon was fully clothed now and staring at you. “Huh? OH, uh, sorry. Just thinking is all.” You waved a hoof, trying to make it look nonchalant. “No big deal, dude. Don’t worry about it.”

He stood there for a few seconds, simply watching you. Somehow just doing that made you feel little, and it wasn’t the height. The way Anon looked at you sometimes made you feel weird, like he could take you in, size you up and understand you in a way you couldn’t fully understand yourself. I mean he was an alien after all. Maybe he could? All you knew was that you found yourself held there, frozen in place as he looked at you with those deep green eyes. In that moment, it felt like things slowed down, the beating of your heart a little heavier, each breath measured and deliberate. It was just you and him, with the quiet of the lake lapping at the shore. Then he chuckled, and the spell was broken.

“You’re a bad liar,” he said, giving you a tap on your snout. “The Dash I know would have been much grumpier if I told her no, especially when it comes to sex. Something’s eating you.”

You blushed and got to your hooves. “Whuh? No! Whadya mean? I said it’s no big deal so it’s no big deal. What do you know about me anyhow?”

He smirked.“I know your left wing twitches when you lie for one.”

“WHAT!?” You spun around, trying to get a look at your wing. ”No way! Ugh, for real?”

Dangit, how long was that giving you away!? And who told him? Was it Pinkie? It had to be Pinkie. She was the only one of your friends who would have figured something like that out. Ooh, Celestia dammit, how are you supposed to look him in the face now? Maybe you could tie your wings down or wear a jacket? Ugh, no those feel awful.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Anon laughing and you stopped, slowly turning to him. You narrowed your eyes as he put a fist to his lips, trying his best to stifle a fierce giggling fit and already failing.

“My wing doesn’t twitch when I lie—does it?”

When he spoke it sounded like a balloon losing air. “Nope.”

You could already feel the blush spreading across your scrunching muzzle. “A-Anon you big jerk!” you said, flying up and trying to hit him in the chest.

He batted away your hooves and eventually grabbed you. Anon deftly turned you around, pressing your wings to his chest to prevent you from flapping, and wrapped his arms around your barrel, pinning your hooves to your sides.

“Agh, Anon! Let me go so I can hit you!”

“You’re not making a very compelling argument there, Dashy,” he said with a smirk.

“Come on! Just one good punch. You totally deserve it, you big doofus!”

“Hey, who you calling a doofus, doofus? You’re the one who fell for it.”

“Well yeah, but you don’t gotta be such a smug, butt-head about it!”

Anon laughed, a strangely musical sound when mixed with the gentle wind. You don’t really know why, but something about the way it sounded eased your embarrassment just a bit.

“Alright, alright I gotcha,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to be such a butt-head. You just looked so cute and nervous all of a sudden. I couldn’t help it.”

You stilled. Cute? Was he teasing you? He had to be… “W-Well whatever, fine. Just put me down already.”

“You going to behave?”

“Anon, I’m not a yearling!”

“No, but you’re fussy like one.”

“ANON!”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, jeeze.”

He let you go and you glided back to your spot next to him, giving him a glare as you went about fixing your ruffled wings. Stupid, Anon. He was cute but he could be a real butt.

Anon just shook his head, ruffled your mane, then sat back down on his towel, crossing his legs. “So, something happen at the fair?”

You snorted. ”Wouldn’t you like to know...”

He ignored that comment, simply staring at you and trying to read your expression, almost as if he expected you to give some insight as you preened yourself. Or just tell him. Well that’s too bad, monkey boy. You’re not giving him the satisfaction. He could mess with you all he wanted. You didn’t have to tell him anything. I mean… even if you wanted to talk to him about it, where would you even begin? You didn’t understand your problem at all. All you really had was a big, gross ball of twisted up emotions and no idea what to do with it. What was he going to do, make you pretty and girly so guys liked you more? You paused on that thought. Well… he was a guy. Maybe he could give some advice at least?

Your preening slowed to a stop, and you looked up at him curiously. No smirk, no laughing—just Anon watching you carefully, waiting on you to say something. You felt your thoughts slip as you met his exotic, alien eyes, getting lost in them all over again. Something about that look just made you feel… well like things were going to be okay, somehow.

You furrow your brow. When did you get so comfortable around Anon anyways? You still remember a time when he put you on edge—his teeth and weird scent used to make you nervous—but here you were, sitting by his side and feeling strangely content. That should have seemed odd since it sounded so boring in your head to just sit together. Yet here you were, enjoying it. He held no judgement in his gaze, no demands for conversation. He just watched you, as if looking for something.

What did eyes like his see in you, you wonder. You were friends and he liked spending time with you, but what did he really think of you? What did he think about your coat, your mane colors, or the size of your tuft? Was Anon a big tuft kind of colt or was he okay with what you had? Did he think your hair was too messy or would he like it better straight? Would you look girlier with a bow or was that too much? Shoot, you don’t think you could pull off a bow.

'You just looked so cute and nervous all of a sudden. I couldn’t help but smile.'

His words echoed in your mind and you bit your lip. Why would he say something like that? Anon liked to tease you sometimes but it was all in good fun. He wouldn’t tease you about your looks, right? Did he actually think you were cute?

“Anon, what do you think of me?”

Your heart thundered in your chest the moment the words left your mouth and you realized what you just said. WHAT! Why’d you just come out with it like that! Oh Celestia, now he’s going to think you’re super lame or something.

“What do you mean? Like as a friend?” he said, tilting his head in a way that looked frustratingly adorable. ”Well I don’t know how you feel but I really like spending time with you, Rainbow. I guess I just feel like I can be myself around you.”

Dangit, Anon, that’s not what you meant. Why’d he have to pick now to be dense. “Er, well… thanks I guess, but I mean more like—you know? As a mare?” you said, the last part coming out more as a whisper.

He quirked an eyebrow at you. ”As a mare?”

“Yes!” you said, gritting your teeth. “Do I have to spell it out for you! I want to know what you think, okay! And I need you to be honest. I…” You trailed off, looking away. “I don’t know who else I can ask.”

Anon searched your face for a moment before responding. “Where is this coming from exactly? You’re like the most confident mare I know.”

“Maybe on the outside,” you said, ruefully. “This is just between you and me, Anon, but, look I—I had this thing at the fair with a coworker and it didn’t go well. I couldn’t get him interested and he treated it like a chore.”

“So? I thought disinterested sex was normal.”

“Well, it is sometimes,” you said, rolling your head to the side. “But this isn’t the first time it happened. Fluttershy and Rarity on the other hoof make it look so easy. They’ve got stallions practically swarming them all the time and I—well I’m not them.” You got up and started to pace. “I don’t know how to style my mane or look cute. I’m not girly, and I don’t have their legs or their butts or their tufts and you’re a guy so just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it, okay!” It all started pouring out of you. “I just… I hate this! I don’t know why this bothers me so much because I’m still getting laid but I never feel better when it’s over. And when they don’t care it really bothers me for some reason and I feel really empty and I don’t know why! I’m getting passed up for other mares all the time it starts to sting more and more because I try really hard to be good at sex but I suck at it, yet even if I was good, it wouldn’t even matter because I’m just a big tomcolt and I’m not cute or pretty like they are!"

A few crows took off on the forest border as you belted out the last sentence. You stood, panting, wings flared, without a clue in the world why you were venting right now. But you were doing it.

Anon looked at you like you’d just grown a second head. After a few awkward moments, he finally said something. ”Dash, I don’t—I’m not sure what to say to you.”

You nodded, your tail wrapping around your legs. How would he? “Anon, I—I’m sorry for dumping this on you. It’s really lame huh? Look, I’ll just go—”

You were cut off as Anon’s arms wrapped around you and you found your chin pressed against his shoulder. Time seemed to slow in that moment as you felt his heat wash over you, his strength holding you close, his heartbeat thudding against your chest. There had been a tightness in your core the whole evening, you realized. You hadn’t really known it was there until now. Because in that moment it unraveled and all you were left with was the sensation of falling. Fresh tears ran down our cheeks as all the bottled emotion from who knows how long flowed out of you. You took a deep breath, like your first in ages, and pressed back into him. It didn’t matter why or how. All that mattered was you needed this, whatever it was. He brought his hand behind your head, and gently ran his fingers through your mane.

“Dash?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have the strength in your voice or the courage to right now. All you were left with was weakness.

“You’re one of the most beautiful ponies I know.”

You gripped him tighter as the ache in your chest doubled. “Nooo,” you said, voice muffled by his shirt.

“No, you listen to me, Dash. I don’t know who this coworker is, but he’s an idiot, okay? You’re amazing just the way you are. You don’t have to do a damn thing to change, and I’ll beat up anyone who says otherwise.”

You snickered.“Anon, you can’t go around beating up ponies.”

“Screw it. He deserves it. I’ll just explain everything to the authorities and they’ll understand once they see you.”

You pulled away and looked up at him, a smile on your face now. “Anon, you’re a big dork, you know that?”

He shrugged, giving you that stupid smirk again. “Isn’t my fault they can’t see how awesome you are.”

You chuckled, feeling the weight in your chest lifting just a bit. “Heh, I guess I’m pretty awesome, yeah.”

“The best.”

“The best…” you said, laying your head against his shoulder and climbing into his lap.

The two of you stayed that way for a time as the sun began to sink over the horizon. The brilliant orange-yellow light bounced across the lake, sparkling in the errant waves as pink clouds lazily drifted overhead. It felt peaceful here, with just the two of you. Any other time you’d feel compelled to do some flying, maybe show off a little, but right now you felt content to just snuggle into Anon. His large frame felt comforting, and his hands idly ran through your fur as you watched the sun set. Anon really was a good friend.

“Hey, Anon?”

“Mm?”

“Um, I don’t know exactly who you’re going to for sex, but I was just wondering, if you don’t mind, maybe I can help too?” He didn’t answer, his idle petting slowing to a stop. “You don’t have to!” you said, sitting up. “I mean I just… I kinda want to do it with you. And you said… so I thought maybe...”

He gave you a squeeze, rubbing a hand against your side. You suppressed a moan and pressed back into him. Celestia that felt nice…

“It’s fine, Dash. I meant what I said, okay? You really are a beautiful pony and any stallion would be lucky to have you.” You felt your face heat up and you squirmed a bit hearing that. ”It’s just that I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. It’s—I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Then don’t,” you said. “Just promise me, that when you're ready, you’ll let me help too.”

He didn’t answer right away, but eventually Anon nodded and pulled you closer. “Okay, I promise. You’ll be my first.”

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present day...

Wind whipped past your face as you flew faster, trying to ignore the tears streaming across the sides of your face.

At the time you didn’t know what he meant by his first. All you could focus on was the promise itself and how happy you felt hearing that from him. It didn’t matter which first he was saving for you, just that he saved a spot for you among his mares. Then you found out he’d been masturbating the whole time. Celestia, you were so stupid.You wanted to hit him, just deck him right in that stupid, cute face of his today. It would have been so stupid and wrong, but it would have felt good. He deserved to hurt a little too.

It was hard to say why you started following him after the truth came out and your friends intervened. You honestly expected him to lie to your friends the whole time they tried to help, to betray their efforts and their trust in him, just like he did to you.

But then you saw him trying.

You saw him, out of his element, uncomfortable and nervous, and still trying his best. And somehow that pissed you off even more because it was confusing. You’re not sure what to believe now. Well, no matter the case, you were through watching. You wanted the truth from him, once and for all.

You slammed down on Twilight’s castle balcony, the stonework chipping under your hooves, and after steadying yourself, you trotted in. It didn’t take long to find her. Twilight sat at her usual reading desk in her study, a few papers strewn about and a quill in her aura as she took notes. Probably getting her teaching materials ready for Anon. Good, that’ll make things simpler.

Twilight, blinked and turned as you approached. ”Hey, Rainbow, I’m just getting rea—” She did a double take. “Whoa, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” you said, flatly. “I just need your help, okay?”

She looked like she might argue for a moment but thought better of it. ”Sure. What do you need, Rainbow?”

You steadied yourself, taking a deep breath. A big part of you wanted to run and not face him again after all this. You have no clue what will happen if you’re in a room with him again, seeing him look at you the way he does. But you had to. You had too many questions still. And you weren’t going to wait any longer. You’d thought long and hard about how you’d get the truth out of him, and you always kept coming back to this. Maybe there was another way, but right now, this was the only way you could think about.

“Twilight, I want to be part of your lesson with Anon.”