This one time in a sexshop in Manehattan

Garter Belt let out a little yawn, looking back over the top of the book that she was buried in. It was just a trashy novel, one that she kept around for the slow nights when she was working the shop. Running a Manehattan sex shop could actually end up a little dull. Sure you got the occasional pony in who knew all of what they were about, planning a party, shopping to fill out some kink of theirs, their partner. And if you were inclined in a particular way, it could be one hell of a way to make some new... 'acquaintances.'

The mare let out a soft hum. She had half a mind to close up shop now, see if one of her acquaintances was free. Her cock throbbed once between her hindlegs, a sudden hankering coming over her. Yeah. That sounded good. More than good, great! She started to rise from her seat behind the counter, only to slump back down as somepony trotted through the door. She could say that she was closing, but then if it was just somepony in real quick, that might be rude. Her libido could hold on a hot second. “Hello!” She called, eyes narrowing when she saw who it was. Her again.

A small pony clad in a traveler's cloak, hood over her head before it was tossed back, almost like it was an afterthought. Garter recognized the other unicorn readily enough. She had been in here several times over the week. She would come in, looking all kinds of nervous. Loitered, bought nothing, and eventually shuffle out. Garter had offered her assistance a few times, but the pony hadn't seemed exactly sociable. Always a rebuff with 'I'm just browsing.'

It didn't take a lot of thinking for her to recognize what she was actually seeing here. The mare was a virgin trying to explore her sexuality and getting overwhelmed by nerves. It happened sometimes and if it wasn't for it happening right now, she might find it cuter. But then again... maybe this mare was another acquaintance in the making. She licked over her lips. Just had to play it right.

She rose back up once again, slowly ambling along the other side of the shop from the mare, occasionally looking over to her. She was looking over a selection of dildos, judging on where she was standing, where her eyes looked. Far too cute for her first time to be silicone anyway she thought. She took in a breath when she reached the door, then cleared her throat, turning the lock to let it audibly click, the sound ringing through the shop.

“You know... you've been in here quite a bit lately.” She turned with that, starting to stalk for the mare who at least had the good sense to look towards her. “And yet, not buying a single thing. Still, back and back and back again.” A little glare “Casing the place, aren't you? Never seen you around town before either, so you're new. That the ploy. Huh?” Her ears were pinned down, the mare looking from side to side, almost like she might bolt, but she still wasn't speaking. “I wouldn't suggest you try to run.” Only a couple of feet separated them now, Garter standing to her full height, carefully keeping her undercarriage hidden from the mare before her. “And find your voice, at least try to give me an excuse” she snarled, looming over the unicorn.

“I-I-I... u-uh.” There was an audible gulp as she looked around again, then quickly shook her head “N-Not casing! J-Just...”

“So you're stalking me, that it? Casing ME out, huh?” She snorted out “You're messing with the wrong mare. How about you sit right there and I'll see about getting a guard down to investigate this suspicious behavior.”

“N-no!” The small mare managed to yell, looking up at her pleadingly “I-I'm... curious. T-This.” She gestured towards the shelves, cheeks turning a faint crimson in spite of herself as she did.

Garter stared her down once more, even reaching out to tilt the mare's muzzle up, looking into her eyes... and then she allowed her expression to break into a smile. “Oho... sweetie. I think... I think I just got what's going on here. You're a virgin, aren't ya? Just... nod.” She nodded. Garter let go of her muzzle and chuckled to herself. “I'm sorry about all of that then. I've had some trouble as of late and well, you can never know sometimes. Guess I should have figured though, the cute ones aren't usually bad.”

“I-it's... uh. Okay. B-But I'll just... go?” The mare started to walk for the door, taking a few deeper breaths. “J-Just get out of your mane.” Garter cut her off at the end of one aisle, holding up a hoof.

“You don't have to be right out the door. Really. I feel bad about doing that to you. And well, how about I make sure that you actually leave with something this time? You said you're curious? How about a 'consultation.” She licked her lips “Free of charge.”

The offered was considered, those shining green eyes of the mare looking about the shop. This was the moment that it hinged on, Garter knew that. If the mare just left then well, she had overdone it. Notes for next time. But to her good fortune... “I uh. What's... what does that entail exactly?”

Oh, she's so down. “Well, I'll try to get some of your interests out of you, figure out what you like, explain some things, maybe demonstrate some others. I DO know a fair few things about all of this, you know.”

“...w-well, I guess asking a professional never... really hurt.” She finally admitted after another long moment of thought. Garter was already drawing blinds on the door, ears quivering to the words.

“First things first then: Take that cloak off? I'd like to see all of you. And how about a name, huh? I'm Garter Belt.” She smirked “But from you? I think I would like 'Miss Belt.” She was testing the waters. She already had ideas about this pony.

“It's uh... Mint... Mint Leaf. Nice to meet you, er. Miss Belt.” A bright little smile as she slowly peeled off that cloak and laid it on the counter, presenting quite the sight of a curvy backside to the shopkeeper. Garter was all about getting a look at that, but something seemed to be off. She frowned, trotting carefully closer just as she turned, seeming all the more shy for being bare.

“Think I can see why you've got that wrapper, you're a looker all over. Telling me you really don't get anything? Or is it all about the nerves for you, huh hun?” She twirled her hoof in the air “Do a turn about for me? Trying to gauge, like I said... and tell me anything that might have caught your eye over all your 'browsing' sessions.”

“L-Like finding somepony is just that easy.” Mint managed to huff out, starting to turn slowly about, ears pinned down once more, face practically burning red. “And well... uh. Some of those toys look interesting, the bondage stuff is int-”

“Stop.” She interrupted, just as he was facing away from her. Staring again, then her own horn lit, giving that tail a little yank upwards before letting it fall, ignoring the yelp out of her... him? There was a distinct lack of a slit on this pony. A cock that was decidedly poked out of its sheath and a pair of balls. If she had to use a word for the bits there... adorable. Clearly this pony wasn't really well endowed, but then at their size? “Clue me in cutie, what are you? I was thinking mare... STILL thinking mare. Wouldn't be the first one in here packing heat. Or you're a pretty good joke of a stallion with a lot of emphasis on the pretty.” A chuckle that she hoped was re-assuring if that was the case. She didn't want to be MEAN to him. Teasing, a little pushy maybe, get him to open up to her.

“I-I'm just a stallion...” He mumbled quietly, losing his words for a moment as he continued to turn, looking at her, not sure if he would see approval for it. She was trying to be hard to read, keep him guessing, keep all of this working. “A-And I know how I look, b-but... uh. It's good... right?” A very hopeful look came across his face.

“It's good” She reassured him. “I said emphasis on the pretty, didn't I? And this doesn't change a thing. But you said the toys, the bondage... interested in being tied up and having things inside you then, huh? Too scared to get mounted and too much of a bitch to mount?” Her hoof rose towards him, hovering in the air “Hold there. I have an idea.” She took a step back, making sure that he wasn't moving, the stallion holding quite still, looking like he was trying to come up with a retort and failing. “And I'm sorry if I'm a little on the nose. Part of the consultation, but hey! After this, maybe you'll be able to go out and find yourself a nice stallion to make happy. Some would kill to be with you.” Garter was trotting around the shop as she spoke, plucking something from one of the shelves and coming back around behind him. “Hold still” she commanded quietly, stooping down below the stallion.

He had tracked her movements, wondering what she might have in mind, finally coming up with something to say, namely a lame excuse “I-I get busy with work also... and I kinda wander a lot. I kinda think I wanna date too, but if I'm not going to be around then it's uh...” He gulped, going silent as he realized she was behind him, then slowly beneath him. W-was this going to be what he thought it was? He tried to play it off, just be cool, losing the next word he tried to speak to a little squeal as an icy sensation washed over his genitals, his cock quickly retreating back into his sheath. Something nestled over his sheath after, another something looping onto his balls. The mare pulled back out from beneath him, lightly rapping his flank with a ruler.

“How's that suit your fancy? I think I saw you looking at the chastity cages one day. Harbored interest of yours? It's a good call. That clitty looks a lot better locked up.” She trotted back in front of him, trying to give a small flash below her tail, quickly turning. Just a flash and by the look on his face, he hadn't even gotten it. He might still be reeling from being caged though... virgins, they were always the interesting ones. “Doing alright, Mint? Hope you're okay with all of this exploration. Lemme know if you aren't.” A soft pout to her voice as she said that. Maybe that was underhooved, but at this point she really wanted him to stick around. There was benefit for him at this point anyway.

He turned his head to one side, turning his body to try and look below himself. The damn thing was snug, he could feel it. It was bothersome but at the same time it was just... nice. “I-I had looked...” He admitted. “And it's all fine. I-I Mean... all part of the consultation, r-right? And this... stays here?” His gaze met her again.

“If you want it to. I mean, I hope that you take your experiences and you move on to things that are a little bit better than getting molested by a sex shop worker.” She stuck out her tongue at him “But since you seem to be so willing to play along with all my wiles...” Another short jaunt through the shop, a garment bag taken down from a rack. “You really wanna play the mare, don't you? Be honest with me now.” She pulled something free of the bag, walking behind him. “Don't even have to talk, just raise a hindleg.”

Most ponies would probably be overwhelmed at this point. Mint really wasn't most ponies, but he was still overwhelmed by it all. This mare might be crazy, but so far he really couldn't argue with most of what she was saying. And the suggestions that she was throwing at him, the imagery that was coming to his mind as a result? Well, he found himself cursing that cage all the more, awkwardly lifting up one of his hindlegs, finding it gently nudged along, soft fabric brushing against his fetlock before it was put back down. “And the other?” Garment intoned gently, Mint obliging. The same nudging, another brushing. Whatever she was putting on him was hoisted upwards, silky soft material gliding up his legs to nestle quite snugly around around his trapped sheath and shapely rump. Something in his head suggested that those were panties. His backside wiggled once as he started to turn, a hoof catching on his side “Not done yet. Don't look.”

Garter seemed to take her time with whatever she was doing, having Mint raise his hooves once more, each of them in turn. The same kind of silky soft material wrapped around each of them as he did. He could assume socks... or even stockings. The billowing garment that she pulled up his back half was obviously a skirt. There was a picture being painted here as he thought about it. Quite an cute one, even if he was the one in it. The mare had him close his eyes and lift his forelegs, wrapping them and his barrel in a snug article, a second looser one fitting around it. He was allowed back down as she worked something at his mane, tying it along just behind one of his ears. A quiet coo sounded out as she kissed him on the forehead, then carefully guided him for the mirror. “And you can open your eyes now.”

He had been right, the picture painted was... well, it was an adorable schoolfilly in front of him. Of course that skirt was too short to really pass muster in any school that he had heard of, but for the most part it was. A flush hit his cheeks, it was still HIM that was in that uniform. A throb ran through his sheath... would that cage really be able to stop him at this point? “H-Holy shit” he mumbled, doing a turn to get all angles. That bow in his mane bobbed with each motion, really just something for setting off the look. He looked at the mare in the mirror, turning back towards her “Have to say, this is... really not. Really where I thought... that this would go.”

The mare let out a laugh “Well, you're looking for an demonstration, an education... and you're learning things. Mostly about yourself. So that's proper, isn't it? And I think you think you look good. You're probably already be basting those panties if I hadn't thought to lock you up first.” Her horn was glowing again, that ruler held aloft... and whapping him on the flank! “And that's for cursing.”

He had yelped, fussing about the swat with the ruler. It was within the tone, he should have expected it. She could have always hit with something else, hit harder... would he like that? He might like that. He wasn't sure. He realized he might be finding out soon enough. “S-sorry” he said aloud simply, scuffing a hoof on the floor “A-and I look good, yes Miss... quite good.

“Adorable” Was her reply, one hoof ruffling his mane. “Now Mint, I’m a pretty clever mare; I’ve been watching you. And well… ponies like you tend to be a little easy to read. You were gawking at some collars pretty hard.” She kept her eyes on him, hooking a hoof onto his body to pull him into a gentle embrace. “And I have to wonder why. And what you know about what a collar means. Or what it can mean, anyway. It's more than just a fashion statement.”

He was leaning into her, grateful for the hug. It let him hide his face if only for a moment, try to get past what he was thinking. This mare was reading him like a book, she was hitting buttons that he didn't even know that he HAD. Of course, she probably expected a response from him. He could still take that moment to compose himself. He pretty much HAD to take that moment to compose himself, figure out his answer, make sure he could deliver it properly. “It's... well, they look nice. Some of them do.” Full sentences were a little easier without her looking right at him. A hoof stroked over his rear, flustering him again which was surely her ploy. “B-but uh. They're for... control. Ownership?” He had read his own share of trashy stories, pulp fiction, straight smut. Such was about the backbone of his masturbatory fantasies. “What they can be, at least.”

That hoof hadn't stopped for a second on his rear, moving all about the surface of it. “Good answer” Garter trilled into his ear, coming up to the dock of his tail. “And pretty astute. Collars can signify quite a bond between a couple of ponies, if one is collaring another. At least, I consider it to be pretty significant. It can be for a little quick fun, establishing roles. Gives an anchor point for a number of fun reasons, the collar itself can have quirks, if you wear it out it says things to anypony who sees.” She raised her hooves and squeezed, then let go of him “Is that another interest we're going to answer tonight, Mint?” She pulled back, procuring a collar from a shelf to present it before him. A long black strip of leather with a pair of blank tags were hanging off of it, lightly jangling as they tapped against each other. The stallion looked it over, then back up towards her, down along the length of the collar again. “Head back if you want it, Mint. It'll be yours. For tonig-”

“Does it... what would it mean?” He inquired quietly, head tilted forward. “M-Miss Belt.” It sounded like an afterthought. That was worth a spank, but she would hold off on it for now. Nerves acting up on him again, now?

“It means what you want it to mean.” She raised the collar again, watching as his head turned back, presenting his neck to her, allowing her to slowly wrap the material around him. “It means that you better get used to that cage and those panties. Means that we'll probably have a good number of these consultations.” She let it secure snugly around his neck, gently massaging where it now sat on him, being certain that it wasn't too tight. She pressed her hoof onto one of the tags, her cutie mark imprinting into it: A pair of lacy-stockings with the appropriate garters trailing off of them. The other had taken on Mint's once it was on the pony, a sprig of mint within a vial. One of the mare's hooves pushed against him when her task was complete, nudging him back towards the mirror to have a look.

He didn't really need to be told twice, scrambling for it, head raised up to let him get a very good look over his neck. The imagery of that collar sitting on it was certainly different from his usual look. How it fit with his uniform. His. Uniform. It WAS his, right? She had told him he should get used to wearing the panties at least. Presumably he couldn't wear that uniform all the time, but it was still a damn good looking uniform. And the full picture of it with the collar, those tags that either matched his mark or denoted ownership or at the very least linked him to the mare, all in all it was just... lovely.

“I think I know just what to do with you, actually” Garter commented. “Beyond just tonight.” She was behind him, moving back around behind the counter and sitting in her chair. She stretched out, allowing her hindlegs to spread. She had been putting it off, it was time to get herself something. “The plan for tonight is... well. To me, Mint.” He was still transfixed by the sight of himself in the mirror, that adorable little pony before him. He tore himself away from his conceit to angle back for the mare, then balked mightily. The cock that she was now gently teasing with a hoof while she waited for him was intimidating. Or it was just the first cock he had seen that wasn't his or in an anatomy book. It was fairly sizable besides all that, especially when it was compared to his own.

“A surprise for a surprise. But take a little solace Mint... I'm a mare. Or I call myself one. So you're not gonna be a faggot when I'm done with you. It's not gay if you suck a mare's cock, I promise.” She giggled “That's a little hint there, by the way. Preliminary oral exam starts right now. Don't make me wait.”

He let out a little huff, looking back and forth from her head to her 'head.' It wasn't like he didn't think he might end up doing this eventually, he had taken most everything she had said quite seriously. And he was very open to the idea anyway. Actually being presented with it was still another matter entirely. His eyes closed as he trotted forward; out of sight, out of mind. For a moment, at least. His muzzle bumping against the head of that cock, eliciting a fresh snicker from the mare, the length of it gently bapping against him with a movement of her hips.

“Just pretend that you have one, Mint. And think about what feels good and just do that. I'll instruct you as need be.” She was lazing back, letting her ruler trail through the air. She was quite eager for him to begin, but she was putting on a show here. And the stallion wasn't leaving her waiting anyway, wetting his lips before pressing them against the head of her cock. The mare let out a soft moan, bucking her hips forward once at him, free hoof running down his mane to encourage him. His tongue pressed outwards to trail slowly down the length of her shaft, wiggling it along back and forth, seeking those spots that were the most sensitive. “Jussssst like that” She hummed out, licking over her lips. “Don't forget about the balls. Good girls always tend to the balls. And you're a good girl, aren't you?” She let the question hang in the air, feeling his muzzle brush against the side of her length. That hoof braced on the back of his head as his lips met her balls. “Give 'em a good suck, make sure that they're nice and wet. Get your hoof up too, work the shaft. You gotta remember the whole thing, don't get distracted.” She guided his hoof as he lifted it, starting it slowly rubbing up and down by the fetlocks along her.

A fresh moan escaped her lips when his mouth opened, his wet warm mouth wrapping around that fat nut to leave a coating of saliva over it, that hoof finding its way up to her head to tease around the glans. His lips parted back around her ball and came off, then pursed back together in a wet kiss on it, tongue pressing forward to prod up into it, almost like he was making out with the thing. A deep breath in, his nostrils flaring out. The scent coming off the mare now was something approaching heavenly. Or it had been there the whole time and he hadn't noticed it properly, but having his muzzle buried into her crotch was flooding his nose with it now. His head moved, letting him get to her other ball, treating it to the same as the other had gotten. The stallion was getting more and more into it, a thin lite of spittle connecting his mouth to her testicles as he lifted back up to once more meet his muzzle with the gently throbbing cockhead.

“Mint” She spoke out, the stallion's eyes flicking briefly upwards to meet hers. “You're adorable, you know that? And such a good girl~” His mouth opened as though he was going to reply before he simply glanced back down, letting that shaft slowly slip into his mouth as his tongue teased around the girth. His hoof came upwards to knead against those copious nuts he had been laying praise onto just moments before. The compliment had him suddenly quite pleased, a satisfied mare slowly filling her mouth with hot cockflesh. His pace slowed to let him savor the taste. Lavish that organ with his tongue, practically on the level of worshiping it. Miss Belt was a good mare, she was kind and sweet and she deserved to feel as good as he could make her. Making her feel good was making him feel good at the same time. His sheath was still trapped, still straining against that cage on it. A gentle glow came to his horn, the stallion shakily trying to rub at the bulge in the front of his panties. As little as it couldn't even do for him, his partner swatted his flank with her ruler

“Ah-ah, no touching. Later.” Her sentence was punctuated with a small thrust of her hips, head of her cock hitting the back of his throat. He balked and squirmed, looking back up to her with pleading eyes, the mare allowing him back an inch. “Breath through your nose sweetie.” He took the advice, his chest heaving with an inhale, then slowly emptying out. When he was settled once more he tried again to put himself to work, several inches down. The back of his throat and then down it! He was looking up again, the mare was moaning once more... a thick spurt of something oozed down his throat. He started to gag, hurriedly backing off several inches, eyes turning back downwards. A hoof stroked down his mane, the mare flicking one of his ears gently.

“Don't choke yourself out on it, not yet. We'll do that next week, alright?” She prodded to get him to look back upwards, flashing a cheeky grin. Her hoof pushed on the back of his head, the stallion taking the hint and suckling on what he could actually handle, trying to replace his lack of depth with his exuberance, tongue flicking wildly over and around and down her cock. She supported him with a spare hoof, letting him put both of his fores into massaging the entirety of her sac and play with the length that he couldn't fit into his mouth, eagerly pumping it up and down between vigorous ball handling. He was rewarded richly in the huffs and moans that sounded out of the mare, the whispers of how good he was doing, how proud she was of him. And that preseed that was still spilling out of her, those affirming twitches and throbs that ran through her mighty tool... he figured that she was getting closer. That thought didn't do a thing to diminish his vigor, a little grunt sounding as his muzzle twisted, working her over at a steadily faster pace. He was bobbing down about once a second, getting another inch or two each time. Almost trigger that gagging before coming back up, giving her all that he could give.

When he felt the head of her cock starting to twitch and unfurl, he questioned how he was going to handle her flare and the load that it heralded. His head pulling back to meet a solid hoof opposing it told him exactly how: Take it. She was adding her own humps as she neared her peak, hissing something out at the little stallion, the words lost in the heat of the moment. Her flare filled out into his mouth, likely more than the stallion could handle, but it should pass soon enough. He could certainly handle that thick cum that was spilling into his maw and down his throat. He tried to relax his throat and gulp it down, gagging once more with the thick torrent. With her flare still blocking his mouth, it had little place to go. Coughs racked his body, the stuff ending up spilling down out of his nose as Garter snickered, his orgasm slowly tapering off to let her bask in the afterglow of it. She left Mint to his hacking and swallowing, gently letting him down to his own hooves when she had finally softened out of his mouth.

“Catch your breath, Mint” She instructed gently, letting the stallion come down from the moment, sinking down to the floor from her seat to pull him up against her chest, lovingly cuddling the stallion. “That was good, right? You seemed like you enjoyed it. Little doll of a mare who works her mouth good.” He gave his head a short little nod, still lazily sprawled up against her. Mint's body tensed again when he felt her magic below, then a low moan escaped him when he felt the damnable cage slipping off, still budding arousal coaxing his cock to its full size in rather short order. He barely had time to look confused before that same glow of arcana was wrapped around him and steadily pumped back and forth. “Passing mark on your exam is worth this” Garter explained to the expression on his face, leaving him fully dressed while she jerked him off. As completely turned on as he had found himself, it wasn't too long at all before he spilled his release over himself, cock angled upwards to splatter it mostly onto his uniform. Mostly.

“Mind you wash that when you get home, okay?” She remained laying with him for now, though her hornlight shortly died out. One hoof remained in a steady lazy stroke down his side. “You feeling okay about all of this?” She HAD sort of just as good as nudged the stallion into being her bitch and sucking her off. But he had been into it, if it was all okay then she just might have a new project in the making.

“That was an... experience, certainly” He replied with all the tone of a pony trying not to sound too eager. “That your usual kind of consultation?”

“Not hardly. Special cute pony exception.” At the roll of his eyes she playfully prodded into him “Well... maybe I thought you were a mare at first. But some of this was... I've run this place awhile. Some ponies, you get a hunch. It's not foolproof, but in this case?” Her head leaned up to his, voice dropping to a whisper “It felt good, right? Listening to me like that?” Garter nuzzled, leaning away for his reply.

“But... what hunch would that tell you about, exactly?” It had, that much might be obvious to the mare. Or more obvious than it already had been anyway.

“That tells me enough for my plan. Something I would like to show you. But only if you very much want to. I can't drag you there and I wouldn't drag you there. I'm pretty sure that you'll enjoy yourself. And if you don't, that won't be a problem anyway.”

“Do I get to know what it is first?” Part of him really hoped the answer was no. Though he might have just met her, he was pretty sure he could trust this mare. Certainly he had trusted her quite a bit as it was and had been richly rewarded for just that. “At least... basic idea. Please?” He smiled brightly to her, turning on some of that charm. Her hoof playfully booped him on the nose, then lay around him.

“A place for ponies that are very much like myself and still others who are like you. Or my perception of you, at least. A place where you can explore safely. Not that I'm a danger to you, of course. But expanding your horizons... just wait to see it. It'll be a few days anyway. I have to make arrangements and it will give you time to think. Please do take that time to think, okay?”

“That sounds... you have my attention.” He had already been intrigued but now there was little that could stop him. “But I can do that first, just... risk free, right?” He wanted to make sure he would have plenty of reason to go through with it, not let his mind rationalize staying far away from what she was talking about.

“Completely, absolutely. Consent is law. You'll see just what I mean.” Garter pursed her lips to plant a kiss onto his forehead as she started to rise. “I meant it... keep the uniform. Make sure you wash your little mess off.” She couldn't very well restock it like that and besides: It was a good look on him. Her hoof gently took his to help him back up, scooping the cage from the floor to deposit it into one of the pockets of his cloak. “We'll work out compensation later for it, alright?” Or she was just going to call it square now. She had gotten some fun and would surely get more: That was worth quite a bit to this mare.

“Fair enough to me. I have some bits now, just... how much?” He rifled through his cloak while pulling it on, his attempts to bring out his bitbag stopped via her hoof.

“Later, I said. Clean your ears out before next Saturday. That's when I'd like you back. Saturday night, right about six. We'll do dinner first, my treat. Any questions?” If a hug could be considered a question, the stallion had one for her, throwing his body towards her suddenly, forelegs wrapping around her form. She simply smiled and reciprocated the gesture before allowing him to pull away.

“I still don't know just what to say about all of this, but... well, thanks.” He looked her over, seemed to think, then turned for the door. He had said what he needed to say, there was no need to go full dork now. “And I'll see you Saturday then. Take care!”

“You as well Mint, you as well.” She bade him a farewell, sitting rather triumphantly in her chair. This was going to be some fun times to watch for sure. Part of her was so against her plan, keeping the little pony all to herself would be nice. But somepony like him practically belonged at the Society and maybe with time he would still be hers.