Less Traditional Ways

Anon held onto a notepad and pen in his unicorn magic as he was guided to the Kirin village by a not seemingly interested Kirin. Every question he asked her, she seemed to crank her her head to the side for. Perhaps she was the quiet and odd one of the tribe, he thought to himself. He decided to take notes of her, anyway, and eventually made it to the village after the strange Kirin pushed away some foliage.

It was amazing. Homes were suspended in trees and on land, the land, itself, was reasonably domesticated for a tribe that lived alongside nature, and foals raced across the grass while adults seemed to behave just as ponies do in Ponyville: shopping, cleaning, working, and having families. Anon took a moment to write down notes as the Kirin guide beside him waited idly by. Once he was finished, she motioned him to follow her, taking him through the village as foals stopped to stare before being told by their parents it was rude. Anon chuckled a bit in the similarity they shared with pony children. Eventually, the Kirin stopped in front of a hut, and motioned him in. He walked through the hanging leaves. Inside, was a seemingly regular white Kirin with green scaled and an auburn-orange mane. She looked up at him a bit surprised, but seemed to remember why he was here.

"You're Anon?" She asked.

"Ah, you can talk." He chuckled, "Yes, I'm Anon. You are?"

"I'm Autumn Blaze. Other Kirin talk too, it's just that they prefer not to. Like my friend who brought you here, Summer Flare. We don't force others to change their tradition, not even if they were made to prevent problems since passed."

"I see."

"What brings you here?" Her voice chirped.

He pulls out his notepad. "I'm here to document your species, if it's alright. I wanted to learn about your kind's culture, traditions, and general ways of living."

"That's perfect. While I'm not the leader here, I know it won't break any laws here if you just ask for insight. Just be respectful of Kirins' privacy if they say no and you won't get banished."

He chuckled nervously to the last word, "Sure."

As the day went on so did Anon, having warm discussions and conversations with Kirin that could share their lives and often inviting him in for hospitality to acquaint him with their peaceful and friendly atmoshphere. By the time he finished taking notes and writing down knowledge, the sun was setting.

He made his way to Summer Flare's home and knocked on the front doorframe. "Summer, I need to get back to Ponyville."

No response, but he did hear faint, muffled whimpering from inside. His ears perked to the sound and he started to go in, concerned whether she may have hurt herself and was unable to call for help. He quickly followed the noise to what may be her bedroom and pushed the leaves from that doorway as well, getting a full view of two Kirin mares 69-ing eachother on the bed, Summer Flare and and Autumn Blaze.

Turned out that the moaning was coming from Autumn on top with her muzzle pushed deep inside Summer's puffy, wet pussy. Anon couldn't help but stare. Part of him was a pervert, but another part of his conscious told him, "It didn't hurt for documentation." His cock began unsheathing itself beneath him, it's 12 inch heft hanging until it was touching the floor. His balls hung loosely, moreover, twitching as they seemed to churn what was within them to the sight of the two needy mares trying so hard to quench their burning urges.

Summer was licking Autumn's pussy passionately before catching Anon in the corner of her eye and looking over. She stared at him, shocked a bit as she quit licking and patted one of Autumn's flank cheeks three times, which must be an indication as Autumn stopped and quickly looked up to see Anon, too, before inevitably looking down to his massive meat. At first, Autumn was shocked to see him too, but as she stared down her pupils seemed to soften as her eyes lidded slightly.

She smiled, her eyes looking back at him somewhat hazily and her tone sultry, "Want to take care of us, Anon?"