Pinkie's Politeness Practice

There was a kind of buzz in the air as you sat on your Crystal throne, emblazed with three crystal balloons. There was a box of freshly baked blueberry muffins by your side as hopefully celebratory muffins and not conciliatory muffins. You were barely able to keep yourself still, mind racing through scenario after scenario. It reminded you that you were, in nearly all situations, not good at sitting still, OR thinking still. Was thinking still even a thing? You definitely couldn’t stop thinking. That was hard.

In any case, today your usual pep-in-your-step energy had twisted into the grump-in-the-dumps kind of energy—nervous, scared, muddy energy. Yuck… Hopefully everyone hurries up and gets here already so you could get the good news. Or the bad news. Or the good and bad news. Hopefully it was good news.

Today marked Anons first progress report, and depending on how well he did with Rarity, he’d either move on and learn more lessons with Twilight, or well... If he hadn’t made progress, or if he’d gotten worse, you’re not sure what would happen. If you and your friends couldn’t help him, would anypony be able to? Your frown deepened. Would he be able to make any friends? Would he end up alone because nopony understood he was different? A sick, dull feeling settled into the pit of your stomach and you could feel your eyes begin to water. Nonny didn’t like being alone… Well if nopony would be his friend, you’d just have to be the bestest, most dedicated friend ever to make up for it, because even if he didn’t let you do anything, he was still Nonny. And you really really liked Nonny.

A door creaked open behind you and you turned, all of your previous anxiety coming back like a tidal wave. Twilight trotted in with several books and paper stacks in her magic, a chipper smile on her face. She looked up from a paper and went to wave hello then flinched when she saw you.

“Uh…” she said.

“Hi, Twilight!” you yelled across the room, trying to keep your eye from twitching. “Nervous?” Shoot you felt it twitching.

Twilight looked you over, mouth hanging open before she shook her head and came over to the table. “Pinkie, you doing okay?” she asked, putting her things on the map.

“YEP! Never better,” you said, beaming. “Can’t wait to see how Nonny’s doing. Really hoping my buddybestbuddy doesn't move away or something cuz he doesn’t have friends and everyone thinks he’s mean when he’s the sweetest human ever and that makes me really scared. Why?”

Twilight stared at you for a good few seconds, mouth opening and closing as she struggled to come up with an appropriate answer to that. “Erm, Pinkie, you’re shaking.”

You looked down at yourself and saw tremors running through your hind-legs. “HA! It’s like a little earthquake. Woopsie. Well you know I may be a teensy bit nerve wracked over it and all. Just, you know, it’s Nonny and if he gets lonely his harmony stuff with get all blegh and he'll go away without saying anything one night and I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“It’s going to be okay, Pinkie. Anon’s harmony circuit is perfectly fine and plenty of ponies like him. He’s just needs help with adjusting, that’s all.”

“Y-Yeah? Great.” you say, but you’re not the slightest bit relieved.

You really hope she’s right. A Ponyville without Anon didn’t sound very fun at all. He’s kinda spoiled you, admittedly. Before Anon came along, you were perfectly content with the town as it was. But you’re not sure what you’d do without him now. The last few days taught you as much. You loved to share all your silly ideas, musings, jokes, and questions with Anon, and he always had something witty to say in return. And he’d always play around with you, no matter how wild you got, as long as it wasn’t dangerous anyhow.

He was the yin to your yang, the other popsicle stick in a double pop, the 13th donut in your bakers dozen. Without him around, well, things weren’t the same. Your friends were amazing but you always felt like you couldn’t share everything with them. Anon was different. He knew when you were being silly, and when you were being serious, but different. A lot of ponies didn’t really understand you, and that was okay! It’s fine to be a little out there, because it makes life fun and makes ponies happy. You just don’t want to be out there alone. But it wasn’t just that. You got worried whenever he isolated himself. More than anything, you wanted to see Nonny and know he was alright. You miss him…

Rarity chose that moment to slam open the doors on the opposite side of the room. She stood, chest pushed out and a bright smile on her face as she trotted over to the map.

“Twilight, Pinkie,” she said, nodding to you in turn. “Ciao, Darlings~ how have you been? Oh Pinkie, you look absolutely frozen shivering like that. Do you need me to get you a scarf or a hat? OH, I have just the thing.” Rarity lifted a scarf from one of her travel bags and wrapped it around your neck. “There we go, dear. All snug.”

“Where’s Nonny?” you said, looking around and behind her. Oh gosh, it was bad news! He’d be here if it was good news.

“Isn’t Anon supposed to be with you?” Twilight said.

Rarity hopped up to her throne and settled into it as daintily as one might expect. Which to you was obnoxiously slow. “Oh, well, we have a lot to discuss about him and it wouldn’t do to have him present, so I told him to make himself comfortable in the reading wing.”

Twilight gave you a look. Dangit, you wanted to see him at least. He probably thinks you’re still upset. But if he’s at least in the castle, you’ll get a chance. Just gotta do the meeting first. “Pinkie, can you wait just a little while longer? You know Anon better than either of us, and we need you here to discuss our next step. I’m sure he’s fine. I heard good things from townsponies.”

You gave the large doors Rarity stepped through one last glance before sinking back into your chair and doing your best to calm your shivering. “I can wait,” you said with a sigh.

Rarity gave you a smile then got out a small notepad covered in neat, cursive writing and flipped through it. “Very well… I’ll start from the beginning. We have a lot to go over so I suppose it’s best not to dally.”

The next hour was a blur as Rarity went over the four days with Anon. He started out about as rough as you’d imagine, shying away from physical contact and acting ashamed of his arousal—particularly on the first night sleeping in the same bed. Though thankfully there was no issue with his libido itself. You leaned forward when she described feeling his member nestling between her cheeks and how she had to assure him it was perfectly fine and natural. Anon’s stallionhood gave away his interest in Rarity, as well as other mares, and it did so often. About as much as the average teenage colt apparently, who were infamous for needing constant attention. Nonny was a lewd one deep down alright. All the more reason to help him.

Anyhow, Nonny and Rares learned an awful lot about one another, sexually and otherwise, which made you get that happy tingly feeling you sometimes get when you have a surprise for someone. Nonny still got aroused by seeing ponies rut in public, though his sense of unease over it had stopped. Sex was just part of life here, and he’d accepted that on some level. That showed in how he conducted himself around it, but it was clear despite his progress that he had plenty of room for improvement. Rarity made sure to mention in particular that Anon was afraid to expose himself in any way, something Twilight took special note of.

Poor Non… Nopony should be afraid to show their bits, especially when Non had nothing to be afraid of. He looked super different but in a good way. Oh well. All in good time.

Despite all the work that needed to be done, he was still one lesson down. Nonny was making progress, and you knew he’d like Twilight. You giggled to yourself and looked over to her. She was deep in her notes and you could see how her eyes lit up when Rarity shared something new she hadn’t known about Nonny. Twi was cute, enthusiastic, smart, and loved to try new things. And at her core, she was an introvert like Anon. You hope they have a good time together. That’s all you really want.

At this point, Rarity and Twilight were going back and forth on Anon’s esteem issues and something about Zecora's potions but you hadn’t been paying attention. Even now as you tried to figure out what was going on, the references to science papers and magic formulae had your attention slipping more and mo—OH! You could give Nonny a muffin.

“Muffin time,” you said with a chipper smile.

Twilight flinched, then quirked an eyebrow at you. “Muffin— time?”

“Yep! Want a muffin before I give one to Nonny?” you said, opening the box.

“Wait, Pinkie, what about your lesson?” Twilight said, sitting up.

“I’ll be back.”

“We both know you won’t. If you start hanging out with Anonymous, we’ll never get you back here.”

She was right of course. The moment you saw him, you weren’t going to come back. Nonny had that effect on you. When you were together, you lost track of everything else, like being with him put fresh air in your lungs and a fullness in your chest. Saying goodbye as the sun set was often the hardest part of your days with him. But you knew you didn’t want to think about the lessons or the plans or anything like that. You just wanted to see him.

Twilight, decided to press when you didn’t answer. “Rarity covered a lot of etiquette as a foundation so we should figure out what each of us is doing. Do you have something in mind yet?”

“Nope,” you said, handing each of them a muffin and setting it down on a napkin. “I’ll just wing it.”

Twilight looked like a screw blew loose hearing that. “But what if we have overlaps! What if one of us plans a lesson but he doesn’t have any of the prerequisites! He’ll be lost and flunk it!”

Oh fuzz, here she goes…

“And what if there’s some big, human cultural misunderstanding! What if something we try to teach is a big no-no for humans and he gets offended and—”

You shoved a muffin into Twilights mouth. She glared at you and you’re pretty sure she said “Pinkie!” but it came out more like “Pfffnnny!”

“Nonny is still Nonny” you said, replacing the muffin on her napkin. “When my turn comes, we’ll figure it out.”

Seeing she’d get nowhere with you like usual, Twilight simply huffed and chewed her muffin. Rarity meanwhile said a curt thank you for her own treat as she took a small bite, waving you off when offered a second.

“We’ll be alright here, dearie,” Rarity said. “Go ahead. He’ll be happy to see you.”

You resisted the urge to do a little dance in place hearing that. Okay, Nonny time! With that, you headed out, muffins balanced on your back. As you trotted away, you noticed a small pep back in your step.

--

You put aside yet another novel, setting it atop a steadily growing stack without bothering to leave a bookmark. There was something to be said about the enormous variety of books in Twilight’s reading room, though you shouldn't be surprised. This was Twilight we were talking about. It wasn’t a library’s worth, seeing as the Golden Oaks burned down some time ago, but she’d worked hard to gather some semblance of her old collection. When she first showed you around the castle, she took you right to this room and ran around, picking out books she thought were interesting or special in some way. She told you which ones she found at yard sales, which were gifts from townsponies, which ones she picked up at dusty old bookstores up in Canterlot. It was amusing watching Twilight struggle to not spoil the books, but still try to pitch and talk about them with someone.

You picked up another book, and flipped through it idly before putting it back. Regardless of the variety, you couldn’t find anything that grabbed your attention. All you could think about was the meeting. You had a lot to be proud of, to be fair. You worked hard, studied hard, and generally made good progress. Rarity was ecstatic on the way back from the park yesterday, going on and on about how proud she was. And how good you taste.

That was quite the compliment coming from Rarity. You clear your throat.

Anyways, you weren’t sure about transferring to a new pony yet. Twilight was a smart mare, and she’d be a great teacher too. She could be just a bit overzealous at times. And you’re pretty sure whatever crazy act she had you try, it was going to be public. That was your biggest hang up right now, and Rarity no doubt was discussing the issue with Twilight and Pinkie.

You drag a finger along the spine of one of the books, the title already forgotten as your eyes glided across it. Pinkie… You wonder what she was thinking through all of this. The last time you saw her, she looked like she’d been drained, whittled down to a different pony. You let out a long sigh, and grabbed a book at random. Whatever the case, there was no use obsessing over it now. You’d see her when she was ready to see you again, not before. You miss her is all.

As you turned to head back to your reading spot, you froze. Standing in the doorway with a box on her back, stood Pinkie Pie. She gave you a meek wave and took a half step into the room, as if courting a hurt animal.

“Heya, Non,” she said softly. “Sorry… I didn’t say anything. I had a lot of ideas on how to say hi and I sorta couldn’t choose when I saw you. It’s like that thing where you really want to say the right thing but you’re really really scared it won’t come out right so you just don’t say anything but now it’s kinda tumbling out and sorry but I missed you a lot and c-can I have a hug?”

You blinked, unsure what to say to that and doubly stunned to see her. Practically on instinct and doing your best to ignore the moisture in your eyes, you took a few steps toward her and kneeled down, opening your arms. About halfway through the motion her face lit up and she shifted the box off her back then leapt toward you. A happy, squirming ball of warm, pink fluff filled your arms as Pinkie buried her face into your shoulder. She wrapped her hooves around you, squeezing you tight while letting out a happy, somewhat pained sound.

“I missed you, Nonny,” she said, voice muffled against your shirt. There was a small ache to her voice that pained you to hear.

“I missed you too, Pank.”

She tensed at that, pressing more into your chest and hugging you tighter for a moment, before bouncing back to face you with a smile. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“I did too.” You really did. More than she’ll know.

Pinkie puffed her chest out a little then turned to retrieve the box she dropped. “Wawa wuffin?” she said, holding the box in her mouth.

You quirked an eyebrow then took it from her, freeing up her mouth. “What now?”

“Muffins!” she said, flipping open the box.

Your stomach grumbled the moment your eyes saw the assortment of muffins, including what looked like a blueberry one sitting tempestuously at the top.

You loved this horse.

--

Pinkie didn’t say much about your lessons during her visit. No remarks about your progress or how far you had to go. No asking if she could blow you or when you’d want to have sex. Instead, Pinkie went on about what the rest of the girls had been up to in the last few days, in her own scattershot way. You chimed in here and there, which sent her off on new tangents usually, as you reminded her of something else she’d yet to share. It was… nice. It reminded you how much you loved spending time with her. The two of you could go on like this for hours. Eventually, you heard the oak doors of the meeting room creak open and you knew your time had come to an end.

Pinkie heard it too, and smiled up at you, little muffin crumbs clinging to her chin and tuft “I guess it’s Twilight’s turn huh?” she said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. She hesitated for a moment, her smile faltering. “Um, by the way, Thank you, Nonny. It means a lot that you’re doing this for us.”

You pulled her close, a warm feeling filling your center. “Thanks, Pinkie. I’m sorry that I—you know.”

She tapped her hooves together for a moment, seeming to roll something around in her noggin before answering you. “Nonny, just so you know, even if you change your mind and decide you don’t want to do this anymore—I’ll still be your friend, okay?” You blinked, looking down at her, and she gave you her usual, bright smile then hopped off your lap. “I’ll see you in a few days! Have fun please, okay?”

You waved as she headed off, feeling strangely unsure if there had been something unsaid between you. Before you could give it much thought, Twilight and Rarity came out of the map room, giving you friendly smiles and exchanging unreadable looks.

“Anonymous, darling, it’s been wonderful,” Rarity said as she trotted up to you. “But our time together is at an end, at least for a little while. I’ve played my part here, and now it’s time for Twilight to take over.”

You kneeled down and looked into her beautiful, ice-blue eyes. “Thanks for everything, Rares. You taught me a lot. I’ll do my best to keep everything you said in mind.”

Rarity put her hooves up and you moved in for a hug. The two of you embraced, Rarity nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“Dear, would it be too much trouble for you to give me one last feel? Between Twilight and Pinkie, I won’t be seeing you for nearly a week.”

You laughed. “Sure, Rarity. You don’t have to tell me twice.”

You reached one hand down and cupped it around her plot, feeling her beautifully soft fur under your hand. Your fingers pressed in, creating slight indents in her bum as the mare leaned into you, moaning under her breath. Another hand reached down and you roughly grabbed the other cheek and gave it a slap. The sound rang out through the room and Rarity gasped, one of her hind legs rising off the ground as she pushed into you more.

“Oh, darling, I’m going to miss these hands.” She lowered her eyes and gave you a smoldering look as she moved a hoof to your crotch. Her frog gently teased at the head of your now erect member. “And I’ll certainly miss feeling you nestled on my plot in the mornings. Maybe next time you can put it inside instead of just teasing me, mm?” She leaned up and gave you a little peck on the cheek, then trotted away. “Take care, dear, and Twilight, remember what I said about being pushy. He’s wonderful if you give him space to act on his own. Be patient and you’ll see what I mean.”

“Got it!” Twilight called back as Rarity left the library.

With that, the two of you were alone. Twilight stood there, grinning up at you in that insatiably enthusiastic, manic way that only she could.

“Sooo,” you said, dragging out the word.

Twilight leaned forward, her eyes practically shining. “Yeah?”

“You want to do something?”

“Like what?” she said in a sultry tone. Her eyes lowered and she looked to the side as if to be coy.

“A movie?”

Twilight deflated at that. “Oh... I assume no blowjob with it?”

“I promised Pinkie my first on that front.”

She twisted her mouth and thought for a moment. “Snuggles?” Twilight said, giving you a hopeful look. Damn these cute horses and their adorable faces.

You walked past her, ruffling her hair. “Snuggles are fine.”

“Yes! Don’t worry, Anon, I studied all the techniques and brushed up on my lewd theory. I think I can make you feel really good with optimal body contact. If we do it right, maybe I can get you in the mood for something more.”

Oh it was going to be an interesting few days...