Pinkie's Politeness Practice

Not for the first time in your life, you found yourself wondering why Unicorns hadn’t just taken over the world. If, for instance, Celestia came out of her castle one day and said all other races should be united under the banner of friendship, by force if necessary, the Unicorns would get it done in an afternoon.

Nearly all of them could pick stuff up with their minds, and most could cast at least a handful of intricate spells. Usually utility spells, stuff that helped them out with their daily lives or talent, but if they could master that effortlessly, what else could they do, you know? And fewer still could shoot raw magic from their horns without breaking a sweat.

But that wasn’t what made you wonder, or convinced you it’d be easy, for that matter. What convinced you it would be easy were mares like Twilight and Glimmer. They were geniuses when it came to magic. It was just that, despite that genius, they were also astounding idiots. At least when it came to the implications of their talents. Glimmer, for instance, clearly hadn’t the faintest grasp why you shouldn’t alter pony’s minds, and she routinely used mind-warping hypnosis for simple friendship problems. Didn’t want to drink your partners cum? Hypno them into a major cumslut for like a minute and they’ll be more than happy to oblige. Easy fix. No questionable ethics issues with that, no sir. And Twilight… well…

She was a whole other animal.

You snapped your fingers in front of Bon Bon as she hastily put dollops of red candy batter onto a sheet. Meanwhile Twilight nodded along as the other mare explained what had her so tense lately. Apparently, Bon Bon had a big candy order from Canterlot—something to do with a special ingredient that took time to gather. Point was, when you snapped right in front of her, she didn’t even flinch. Twilight on the other hand gave a flick of her ears and a quick glance towards you. A shadow of a smirk formed on her muzzle and she put a hoof to her mouth to block it.

What a dastardly little horse wizard…

She hadn’t made you invisible and inaudible, like you originally thought. Twilight had made you impossible to notice. You reached out and began to gently pet Bon Bon, running your hand from the top of her head to her withers. The tense mare arched a bit and leaned into your touch, but didn’t so much as pause in her conversation, or otherwise give any indication she knew you were there. Yet Bon Bon’s body still reacted on a subconscious level. It was exciting to say the least, yet you couldn’t help but feel it was a bit wrong too. You couldn’t just feel up a mare without her permission. You groaned and leaned against the counter. Like you said earlier, Twilight was a genius with magic. But she could be an idiot with everything else.

“Twi, I don’t know what you’re expecting me to do here. I’m not going to take advantage of Bon Bon just because I can.” Twilight didn’t answer but you saw a flash of worry on her face. “She can’t say no. Besides, I don’t even know her and—”

“Um, excuse me, Bon Bon?” Twilight said. “Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question. Asking for a friend.”

Bon Bon looked taken aback, though not offended. “Oh, um sure. I’ll help if I can.”

“What would you say to Anon giving you some relief?”

Goddamn, Twi, at least be a little tactful about it. It was normal to be up front about sexual interest in pony society, but that didn’t stop that familiar, uncomfortable feeling from worming it’s way up your center. Or was this just nerves?

“Oh...” Bon Bon said, rubbing a forehoof and looking to the side. “I don’t think he’s interested, but I’d be really really flattered if he asked. I mean, I’d have asked but he’s so shy and I’m so busy anyways. I really shouldn’t have bothered him in the first place. But at the same time...” Bon Bon rubbed her back thighs together and let out a little mewl. “That would have hit the spot today. Rarity has been talking up his fingers in town.”

An oven dinged and Bon Bon dragged herself over, put a strange mit around her muzzle and pulled out a sheet of steaming red candies. She clacked it down on a drying sheet, then reloaded the oven with the next batch. Bon Bon then gathered up her next ingredients in a bowl and began to mix them together with a spoon while she kicked the oven shut.

“Honestly, when I came over earlier, I wasn’t hoping for anything like that,” she said with a half-hearted shrug. “I just thought maybe he’d like some strawberry ribbon. I heard he liked that flavor. And I figured maybe he’d feel more welcome if someone besides you six reached out. Ever since he started his lessons with you girls, well…” She paused in her stirring for a moment, a flash of annoyance appearing on her face before continuing. “Let’s just say there’s been some baseless rumors floating around, and I know what it’s like when you get a reputation. Anon’s way too sweet to deserve any of that. But if he’s really not interested, I won’t bug him.”

“He’s more interested than you think,” Twilight said, darting a glance your way again. “He just has a hard time expressing that interest.”

“I doubt that,” Bon Bon said with a weary look. “I won’t hold my breath but I’d be more than happy to have sex with him sometime. I hope he doesn’t mind a mess though. I’m a bit of a squirter.”

Twilight smiled and gave you a look. You could feel the blood rushing to your face as the image of this mare shaking and cumming like a fire hydrant came to mind. In any case, Bon Bon was not only willing but specifically wanted the attention. Suddenly there was a small buzz in your mind and you saw Twilight’s horn flicker.

‘I’d say that just about confirms things.’ Twilight’s voice echoed in your head with all the smugness you expected. Meanwhile the purple mare nodded along with Bon Bon as she began venting some frustrations about being so busy. ‘Bon Bon’s really tense right now. She could use someone to help her relax,’ Twilight said between her own additions to her audible conversation. Leave it to Twilight to maintain two conversations at once. ‘Why don’t you go behind the counter and try using your mouth? It’ll be good practice. Good oral skill is known to be a great confidence booster, and~’ She paused and you swore you could hear a smirk in her voice. ‘I know a few mares who would really appreciate that.’

Pinkie’s smiling face flashed through your mind, along with the promise you’d made. You don’t want to just receive from mares all the time. Of course, you didn’t have to return the favor. Pinkie never expected anything in return. She just did things for ponies because the act itself made her happy. But you wanted to. No, you wanted more than that. You wanted to give Pinkie a mind melting orgasm, to hear her call your name and wrap her legs around your head. You wanted to see her stammer and shiver as she came down from the high, and you wanted to see her smile and let out that musical giggle she had after she could think again.

“Th-That one was a doozy, Nonny,” she’d say. “Thank you.”

And Dash… You’d been thinking about her more and more lately. Last time you saw her, she’d flown away with tears in her eyes. Dash had been a steadfast friend ever since you came here—opened up to you in ways you’ve never had a friend do. And you suspect she’d never done with anyone ever. Behind her tomboyish exterior, Dash was fragile, and what you thought meant the world to her. While you might have tried to be a good friend, to be respectful to her, your actions had hit her like a freight train. It would take a lot more than words to have her trust you again. It would take doing. It would take showing her you were willing to learn and reach out a bit.

Yeah… you want that. You want to treat both of them to a wonderful feeling that only friends can share in this world. But for now, you had to get better, and Bon Bon could use your help.

A quick trip around the counter and you came up behind the mare, more than pleased to see what you had to work with. Bon Bon had a shapely bottom, not large as you might have expected from a candy artisan but it had a nice perkiness to it and a fair bit of muscle underneath, likely a result of her earth pony heritage. You got down on your knees behind her, unsure exactly where to start. There was still that nagging instinct that Bon Bon would freak out or hate you if you just grabbed her. Even though she’d said it’d be fine.

‘Just do what comes naturally, Anon. It’s okay.’

You glanced up at Twilight and saw her give a reassuring smile, though only briefly before returning to her conversation. Right… just do what comes naturally. That’s what Rarity had tried to tell you.

You did the first thing that came to mind. You grabbed a handful of Bon Bon’s flank. A breath left you as the sensation of velvety fur tender bottom gave way under your fingers. Her rear felt like putty in your hands, though not in that fatty way. She had a firmness to her, though you could tell she still sampled her own sweets from time to time by the layer of fat that your hand found itself nestling into. The mare didn’t pause in her work, but as your fingers pressed into her smooth fur and you began rubbing circles with her ass, she gave an involuntary twitch.

‘Good job. Keep going.’ Twilight said, an excited tinge to her mind-voice.

You let out a breath. “Okay, yeah, so far so good.” What next then?

Bon Bon’s legs shifted and your eyes were drawn to her thighs. There was something inexplicably attractive about pony legs. Maybe it was how different they were to a human female’s, or maybe it was just how toned and full they looked. Regardless, you found your hands trailing up her legs, fingers gliding along her curves. Bon Bon, you’d noticed, had a particularly cute set of thighs that framed her butt and you couldn’t help but marvel and give them an appreciative squeeze. It was a bit awkward at first, just groping what was effectively not an erogenous zone, but when you heard a telltale sharp intake of breath from Bon Bon, you knew this was having an effect on her. Maybe not mentally, but subconsciously, it excited her—it teased her. Deep in her mind, she enjoyed being touched, but after some time, it became a maddening tease to both of you.

As if to draw your attention, Bon Bon’s tail listed to the side, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of her vulva. With a long exhale, you leaned back, pressed your thumb against her outer lips, and pulled her labia to the side. Her inner walls were a pleasant shade of pink, and a thin sheen of wetness shined in the light.

“Wow…” you said, strangely mesmerized looking at her.

This close you could smell the light aroma of powdered sugar and strawberry shampoo on her tail, but alongside it was something more. Her feminin scent stood out as sweet, though it didn’t resemble sugar exactly—more like honey with a tangy note. Wonder what she tastes like? You leaned in, hesitating halfway before deciding to just go for it. Your tongue touched against her vulva before you pulled away. The taste lingered and… it wasn’t bad, you realized. She tasted just like she smelled; sweet with a little bit of tang that reminded you of some kind of citrus. It was pleasant if anything. You went in for a second taste, this time giving her a genuine lick from top to bottom. Her marehood tensed immediately, her body reacting to a stimulus that never reached her mind as you dragged your tongue up her folds. Her back legs trembled. Bon Bon paused and readjusted, but otherwise went on baking.

You giggled to yourself. This was kinda fun. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were trying to remember the methods Rarity taught you, the algorithms for pleasure, as it were. But all you could feel was lust overtaking your mind, the desire to make this mare moan and shudder and cry out. You wanted to find her every weak point, take this pony and make her a pleasure riddled, sweaty mess. Feeling a little more brazen, you grabbed her hips and pulled her closer before trailing little kisses up and down her thighs. Her butt even received an experimental nibble, that you were pleased to see made her tail jump, as well as earned an excited wink from her lower half. Bon Bon let out a small sound but otherwise didn’t react. Her body, however, knew instinctively what was going on. Each peck was a hint, a way to tease her subconscious of things to come. Her mons grew hot, with a small tinge of red around the edges, and a thin trail of syrupy marejuice stretched from her labia to the floor.

You could see Twilight bite her lip from the corner of your eye as she helped magic over the next tray of candy, allowing you to keep Bon Bon where she was. ‘She’s blushing a lot now,’ Twilight said, breathlessly.

You smiled, noting the tinge of pink in Twilight’s own face. “She’s not the only one.”

Twilight squirmed. Something about that motivated you even more. It was one thing to watch Bon Bon’s body react to your attention, but it was another to see the lust clear on Twilight’s face. You’d give her some attention too, but for now, your entire focus remained on the mare in front of you.

With Bon Bon sufficiently teased, you moved up and planted a kiss on her marehood, savoring the taste and smell of her once more. Immediately you were rewarded with a shudder that ran up through the mare’s spine along with a small squirt of marecum that landed across your nose. You blinked, eyes crossing to look at the shiny clear liquid before you grinned. Oh Yeah. Bon Bon was definitely a squirter. If she was already peppering you with fluids now, she probably came like a waterfall. You leaned back in, pressing your face into her most private place and began to lick up and down her marehood, feeling the slick velvety insides along your tongue. By now, her body was starting to shiver periodically, her tail flicking as she subconsciously backed into you. Her subconscious pleaded for more, instinct driving her to press closer to her stallion. You could even hear the little hitches in her breathing as she spoke now, each one punctuating another graze of your tongue. Her wetness was all enveloping. It had soaked into your tongue, your lips, your nose. You groaned, feeling your own need rising as your erection brushed against her leg, but you fought the urge to tend to it. Everything was focused on Bon Bon tender flank and her glistening marehood.

A bell chimed at the door, and the mares looked up to see a small herd come in, likely an after lunch rush looking for something sweet.

“I’ll be right, hah, with you,” Bon Bon said, breathlessly.

The ponies gave a nod and told the candy mare to take her time before milling about and browsing her premade goods for the time being. Without any way for them to notice your attention, you saw no need to slow down. You went right back without a second’s thought, this time giving Bon Bon’s clit a few gentle nudges with your tongue, your nose, your thumb. No part of this mare remained untouched or untasted.

‘Anon…’ Twilight’s voice interrupted your thoughts, tinged with desperation. ‘She’s so close… Oh Celestia she’s going to cum.’

A small shudder ran through you. You brought a hand up and smacked it across Bon Bon’s flank, the slap ringing out in the shop. Twilight’s ears flicked back on instinct but Bon Bon didn’t hear a thing. Instead one of her legs kicks up, like a dog getting it’s chin scratched and she let out an involuntary moan. Even she noticed that one.

“Oh,” Bon Bon said breathlessly, putting a hoof to her forehead and doubtless finding it steaming. “What was I? W-Why does it feel so hot in here? I… oooh...”

She let out a full bodied pant as her body convulsed. She’d hit the point of no return. You doubled your efforts, rubbing in circles around her clit while shoving your tongue as deep as you could inside her.

Bon Bon let out a small squeak, her eyes getting a far off look as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. “What’s going onaaaaAAAH! Oh Celestia!!”

Every pony in the shop turned at once as Bon Bon’s voice pitched high and she screamed. Marejuice sprayed from her marehood, cascading over your face once, twice, three times as she howled and shook with pleasure. Her body squirmed in your grasp like a bucking bronco, and you held tight, keeping your mouth pressed against her folds, pushing her orgasm further. You painted her clit with every letter of the alphabet, driving this mare further and further into the throes of her orgasm. Tears streamed from her eyes as she thrashed and tensed, each wave of pleasure crashing over her in a seemingly endless torrent. But eventually you relented, and the tide of marespunk pittered out and her convulsions slowed to a stop.

She stood rigid for a moment, then went limp in your arms all at once, her torso and face collapsing onto the counter. Her legs twitched as you held her, gently holding her up to stop her from falling to the floor. Twilight held Bon Bon’s bowl of candy mix, hovering it safely out of reach in her aura and continuing to mix it as she waited for Bon Bon to recover. Bon Bon lay still as the ponies threw confused glances at one another, fresh blushes adorning their cheeks. To their eyes, a mare had just cum her tail off for no reason, and for a while, nopony knew what to say.

Bon Bon eventually broke the silence, her voice raspy and breathless. “I came? W-What? Why? Nng—!” She twitched as you planted a kiss on her nethers once more. She was still sensitive. The mare moaned, pressing her face into the countertop. “Oh Celestia, did I get hair trigger’s disease. Oh no, not now. I have that whole order to fill.”

Twilight glanced at you with a question in her eyes and you nodded.

“Go ahead,” you said. “She should know the truth.”

‘Are you sure? There’s a crowd here.’

You let out a sigh. “Yeah, but Bon Bon’s more important right now. I’ll deal with the embarrassment.”

Twilight’s chest puffed out and she gave you the biggest, proudest look you’ve ever seen. And damn did it feel good. Her horn flared and with a quick pop, the room gasped. You had become noticeable once more and you gave the crowd a sheepish look.

“H-Hey guys. Fancy meeting you here. Um… you guys try the Honey Drops yet?”

Bon Bon turned and practically jumped. Her face reddened down to her neck and her eyes went wide at the sight of you, marecum plastered over your nose, mouth and down your neck, erection attempting to burst through your jeans. Yeah you were probably a bit of a lewd sight right now, admittedly.

Bon Bon’s nethers winked and she squeaked out a response. “A-Anon?” You could see the gears turning in her head as she put one and two together. “I thought—but you—when did you? OhmycelestiaIdidn’tgettoshower.” She slapped her forehooves over her face and whimpered.

“Well, for the record…” You leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her cutie mark. Her breathing hitched. “I thought you smelled amazing.”