Pinkie's Politeness Practice

You sighed as you nibbled your daisy burger and stared at the enigmatic stallion on the other side of the table. Your lessons with Celestia never prepared you for a colt quite like this. Anon happily munched on his own food, blissfully unaware of the absolute cavalcade of pheromones wafting off of him. Pheromones that had been assaulting you for the past day and a half, nearly driving you mad. You lay your sandwich down and put your hooves on either side of your head. How had Rarity handled this? And why the heck did humans put out this many pheromones? Maybe it was some sort of human adaptation due to their lowered sense of smell? Whatever the case, it was incredibly potent by pony standards.

You bathed in his pheromones when you slept together, and it was all encompassing when you woke up. He was pressed against you again this morning, smooth skin tickling at your fur, his cock hard and nestled against your tummy. Just a few inches below your mouth. A mouth that really really wanted to help lick that pre up and make sure Anon was spotless and clean before he woke up from whatever nice dream he was having. He’d gotten pretty horny a few times now, really needed to be taken care of. And your holes were all ready and waiting to be filled and used and have his thick seed dumped into you. Pump you full of foals and make you his broodmare. Oh Celestia please—! A long, powerful shiver ran through you. And maybe he could nip your ear and whisper in that darkly, husky voice—

“Hey, Twi, if you’re not hungry, can I have your fries?” Your eyes shot open and you snatched your fries away from the table with your magic on instinct. Anon stared at you, frozen in place with a finger and thumb outstretched towards your plate. “Uh… okay. I mean you don’t have to share if you don’t want to.”

“Sorry!” you said, embarrassment flooding in. “I’m sorry, I just, ugh, here.”

You magicked over the lion’s share of your fries and turned to the side, trying to hide your blush with a hoof. Jeeze, he’s got you all twisted up now. Maybe that’s what happened to Dash? You shook your head and took a bite of your burger. No, this was no time to get distracted. Your own relief had to wait. You had a stallion to help, and by Celestia’s tuft, you were gonna help him. While his pheromones had been a massive distraction, they also highlighted a major discrepancy. It was high time you got to the bottom of it.

“Hey, Anon? What did you think about the mare you talked to in line?”

Anon gave you a look. “The one with the pink and blue mane?”

“Bon Bon, yes. She runs the candy store across the street.”

“I dunno. She seemed really friendly, but a little stressed I guess? Maybe she’s had a lot on her plate lately.”

“I mean more like, did you notice anything about how she was looking at you?”

Anon gave you a blank look, which slowly turned to embarrassment. “Why? Did I say something weird?”

Celestia, it was worse than you thought. Bon Bon had given him so many little hints, asking if he’d like some candy at least twice, while her tail flicked and wagged. The scent of her need was clear as day to you. And Bon Bon never gave out free candy unless she really really liked you. Anon meanwhile had completely ignored the poor mare with a smile, saying thank you but he’d rather not have any sweets right now. The look on that mare’s face when he said that made your heart ache. Despite having a potent scent himself, he seemed totally unaware of the effect he had on mares.

Humans didn’t really work off scent, so it made sense that he didn’t smell your arousal. But even then, when mares were flagging and blushing up a storm, he assumed they were nervous or brushed it off. It was like he thought, as a human, he wouldn’t be desirable to mares. Even last night when you cuddled and watched a movie, you felt him get stiff against your leg, and before you could even give him the bedroom eyes and ask if he was as ready as he looked, he shied away and mumbled a short apology. It was heartbreaking. Someone or something back in his world had taught him to be this way—to think his interest was something to be ashamed of, to think he didn’t deserve to get relief when he needed it. That was so wrong and horrible and you wanna have a strong word with whoever made this poor colt think that!

You took a sip of your Dr. Pony and frowned. The moment you realized how much he’d internalized those thoughts though, all the pieces fell into place. Like an avalanche, old memories resurfaced. The way he showered and pulled the curtain around his body when you asked if he needed a bigger towel; That time the girls wanted to do a sleepover with him and he didn’t seem to understand why you invited him; The way he dressed in clothes that hid most of his form, even when you went to the running of the leaves together. And how he avoided you afterwards, when you’d been bathing in each others scent the whole way. He wasn’t just uncomfortable. He felt guilty.

What kind of world was Earth that a sweet guy like Anon would think that? You bit your lip, looking up at the strange stallion, who for all the world looked happy as ever just enjoying a simple sandwich. You were gonna protect that smile, and you were gonna make sure he knows how sweet and special and nice he was, and not just to you. Several of the girls, to varying degrees, had feelings for Anon. And ALL of them had fantasies involving him. You probably held the bulk of them honestly, but that wasn’t the point! You WANTED to make him feel good because he was your friend and you liked him. The more time you got to spend with him, the more you had started to realize that. And more than anything, you wanted to teach him how much he had to offer. But if you just told him outright, he’d never believe you. It was going to take you showing him.

For the last few hours, you’d been racking your brain, trying to figure out how you were going to do that. This was something that would take time if you were gentle about it like Rarity advised. But you only had a few days with him. And you didn’t want to sit around, knowing he was so uncomfortable and unhappy expressing his needs. So that left only one option you could think of, and it was a doozy. Oh, Celestia, you hope this doesn’t backfire… if he ends up hating you, you don’t know what you’d do. But you had to try. For him.

“Anon…?” you started, swallowing your nervousness and steeling yourself. “I have an idea for a lesson today. Do you trust me?”

He chuckled. “Depends. Is it going to hurt or involve sex in public?”

Horseapples this may be a bad idea. “P-Probably only one of those things.” He gave you a look. “The spell is totally painless?”

He sighed, then finished the last bite of his sandwich. “Alright fine. I promised I’d try at least. What does it do?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Well that’s where my trust stops.”

You bit your lip. “I know it sounds a little weird, Anon. You have every right to refuse, but I just want to help, and I really think this is the best way. It’s not going to make you do anything you don’t want to—I just need to show you something, and I really think it’ll help you.”

That was the best you could come up with, you realized. It was a simple plea, one that presumed he trusted you at all in the first place, but it was the truth. Anon took a moment to mull it over and you sat there for what felt like an agonizing minute before he responded.

With a sigh, Anon said, “Fine. I trust you, Twi. Just one condition, okay?”

“Anything.”

“Please make sure I keep my promise to Pinkie, okay? She gets the first blowjob. I promised. And Rainbow is important too. I promised her my uh… first, if you know what I mean.”

You sat there for a moment, unsure what to say to that. Jeez this guy… what a cutie. “Okay I promise."

“Alright,” he said getting up and stretching. “No reason to drag it out I suppose. Hit me.”

Okay, phew, just breathe, filly, and cast like you practiced. You aimed your horn and let out a burst of magic. It connected with his chest and enveloped him a bright, lavender aura that grew brighter and brighter as you poured more magic into it. It was a complex spell, but you’d studied and restudied any spells you thought you might need when Anon came over. This was like going through the motions now, and you couldn’t wait to see him have fun with it. Just a little bit more magic here and a smidge for you and… there! The aura surged to a blindingly bright light, then with a small chime, completely popped and disappeared. Anon looked down at his chest, then to his hands, front to back.

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“Uh… did it work?” you said, looking up at Twilight.

The mare in question smiled gleefully, practically bouncing in her seat. “Oh, It’s perfect! Anon this is going to be so much fun,” she said, clapping her hooves together. “Okay, I’ll explain. Right now one of your biggest issues is you’re afraid of taking initiative where others can see you.”

“Well yeah… It’s kinda weird to expose myself and have sex in public.”

“Exactly!” she said, pointing a hoof. “That’s why I choose this spell. It’s PERFECT for letting you try things stress free!” Twilight bounded out of her seat, ran over and jumped up into your lap. Or at least tried to. Instead she bounded past you, grabbed the air, and clunked her head on the table right next to you. “Woops,” she said, her slip up apparently not having phased her. “Need a small adjustment on the variance compensation visor.”

With a quick flare of her horn, an almost indistinguishable purple shimmer around her eyes appeared, like goggles of some kind, and grew a bit thicker. She blinked a few times, then looked straight at you. “All clear now. Hi, Anon!”

You gave her a limp wave. She quickly waved back with a bright smile on her face… dang that was adorable.

“Alright Twi, you going to tell me what the spell does?”

“How about a hooves on lesson?” Twilight said, grabbing your arm and dragging you across the street.