The Long And Short Of It

It was the next morning, and Nocturnal Pike, guardsmare extraordinaire, awoke in shame.

Finding herself as the little spoon would have been embarrassing enough, but as the memories of the previous night came trickling back, something far more disgraceful held her attention. As Anonymous continued to sleep, Pike extricated herself from his forelegs and made her way to the shower, wrestling with the maelstrom of emotions inside her. It took the shock of the ice-cold water running through her coat to let her start putting her thoughts in order. The thing that seized her focus was one simple fact that, as much as she would have liked to, she simply couldn't deny:

Last night had been the best sex she'd ever had.

It wasn't because of his size (she would never doubt that old saying about stallions and big hooves again), but what he'd done with it.

Things had started off normally enough: she’d marked him with her scent, beat him in a tongue-battle during a passionate kiss, and then led him into bed to perform her signature move.

‘Ahhhh, if only I’d had a camera to take his picture.’

The blissed-out look on his face when she’d taken that monster to the hilt in one move was a sight to behold. She honestly thought he would bust then and there. But, in a surprising show of stallion endurance, he held on, even as she rode him in earnest. She could almost feel the ghost of the confidence she'd felt at bringing her gentle giant to the edge so quickly.

But then, something changed.

Before she knew it, he’d flipped her over and pinned her to the bed, keeping her there with his sheer size and positioning. And then... and then...

He’d TAKEN her.

There was no other way to describe it. For all the stallions she’d been with, not a single one had ever been so aggressive. All she’d been able to do was squirm and moan as he pounded her into the mattress without remorse.

He’d even turned their normal banter into dirty talk that cut right to her core. “Oh yeah, you LIKE this don’t you, Pike? Even with all your training, you can’t get back on top. Why? Cuz you’re just a little mare. And you LOVE that, don’t you?”

Even with the ice cold water running down her back, just remembering what he’d said was enough to put the heat back into her loins. And as she shuddered with barely contained arousal, she remembered the ultimate, sinful shame of her climax. At the end, it became a race: who could drive the other to orgasm first. She had hoped that if he at least came before she did, she could salvage her marely pride.

But... it was not to be.

The domination, the dirty talk, and the sheer, unrestrained indulgence in that part of herself she’d always kept hidden away was just too much. She couldn’t even remember if he came; the white hot pleasure of being fucked through her own orgasm was enough to blank her mind, and knocked her out cold for the rest of the night.

So there she stood in the morning after, fulfilled in a way she’d never been before, and burning with a deep, deep shame.

She was ashamed because he was right; she did love how small and weak he made her feel as he pounded her helpless form without remorse. Not once had another stallion ever bucked her like that, and if she was honest, she didn’t think she could ever go back. And to top it all off, the secret desires she'd buried ever since she was a filly had now forced themselves into the forefront of her mind, bringing with it a sense of... what she’d almost call release.

But also, a deep and pervasive feeling of shame. Pike could practically hear the voices of her family and her squadmates in her ear.

“What in Tartarus is wrong with you, filly!? Letting a COLT talk to you like that?!”

“Gee Pike, I thought you were a mare!”

“Look at little Pike! I always knew she loved being a MARELET!”

Placing her head in her hooves, she felt hot tears in her eyes. She hated how much she loved everything about last night, but it was the opposite of everything she was supposed to be! She was supposed to be big and strong, the pinnacle of femininity! Not some, some, weak little mare!

Just as the tears of shame started to fall, a single memory cut through all the voices, the shame, and self doubt. It was about a week ago, when Pike and Anon had just stumbled upon a flier advertising a cooking class.

“Oooh, we should sign up for this!”

To her surprise, Anon had suddenly leveled a devious glare at her. “Oh? We? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were interested in learning to cook, Pike.” Cursing herself for letting that slip, she immediately attempted to stammer out some sort of deflection. But Anon saw right through her, and was having none of it. “I don’t know, Pike. Sounded to me like you wanted to learn how to do a stallion’s job.”

Thinking back on it, the feeling of embarrassment then was strikingly similar to the shame she felt now. And both hurt just as much. Solemnly turning away from the flier and lowering her head, she’d simply mumbled out a quiet “forget it.”

Coming back to the present, she cursed her mind for bringing up such a horrible memory. The stress had her grinding her teeth as a thousand nightmare scenarios of rejection flashed through her mind. Just as her misery reached a crescendo, she was suddenly yanked back into the memory, just as Anon had suddenly yanked her around to face him a week ago.

She remembered how concerned he looked, genuinely aghast at how his words had clearly and unintentionally hurt her. “Pike what’s wrong? I was just kidding, I’d be happy to learn how to cook with you.”

She realized now how pathetic she must have looked, gazing up at him with such hurt and fear in her eyes. “Really? E-even if it’s so... unmarely?”

His immediate response was to pull her into what was probably the deepest hug he’d ever given her. “Of course. You know I don’t give a shit about that crap, Pike. If you want to learn how to cook, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Back then, when he’d said that, she could almost hear the disapproving voice of her family ringing in her ears, just like she could now. But he was her rock in that miniature maelstrom of fear and doubt, going against everything she’d ever been taught, and telling her not to be ashamed.

Just like he would be now, if he wasn’t fast asleep right outside this room.

Suddenly, one more memory surfaced in her mind. One of her and Anon sitting on the couch last night, after she’d just got done marking him with her scent.

“You’re all mine, stud! You’re going to smell like me for months! Every mare in Canterlot will know you’re mine, mine, mine!”

Chuckling lightly, he just picked her up and squeezed her against his barrel. “Awwww. I love you too Pike.”

Suddenly, she felt like a weight had been lifted. Standing back up and letting the water wash away the tears, Pike smiled.

There was no reason to be so upset; Anon was right.

So what if there was a part of her that liked being a little mare that Anon could dominate and cuddle?

So what if she wanted to learn to cook and other, colty things?

All her life, she’d known about that part of her, the part she’d always tried to stomp down.

But what if...

What if she didn’t?

What if she indulged it, just a little bit? Surely there’d be no harm in that. And she knew she could count on Anon being there for her when she did.

So this time, when that little voice in the back of her mind spoke up and said, “we should cook Anon breakfast! Ooooooh, there’s that really good banana pancake recipe in that cook book on our coffee table that he would love!" She smiled and let it speak, because it was right; he would love that.

Sometime later, the very drowsy but coming out of it Anonymous, was waking up from a VERY restful slumber.

‘Man, last night was wild.’

‘Who knew pony sex could be so good!’

Hopping out of bed, his nose was treated to the sweet smell of... pancakes?

Yep, those were pancakes. Seeing as Pike wasn’t still wrapped up in his not-arms, he figured she must have already gotten up and started breakfast. Nice!

Hopefully that meant she was alright. Admittedly, last night had been mostly obscured by a lusty haze, but he did know one thing: when the going got tough, some wires got crossed, and he’d gone absolutely ape on poor Pike. Coming out of that haze to find her passed out beneath him had been more than a little terrifying, but, at the time, he was way too tired to worry, and had promptly passed out, his subconscious opting to leave it for future, well-rested Anonymous to deal with.

‘Well, now that Anonymous is you, so you’d better get out there and ask her.’

He decided he should give her a good morning smooch for good measure.

So, with that fool-proof plan in mind, he trotted a little trot right to the kitchen. And, upon his arrival, immediately spied her hard at work. So hard at work, in fact, that it seemed she hadn't noticed his approach—which gave him a positively devilish idea...

‘Sweet Luna, how much longer is Anon going to be asleep for?’

At this point, Nocturnal Pike had more or less worked her way out of the emotional breakdown she was having earlier. Who knew cooking could be so cathartic! But that being said, she really was dying to see hi-

‘HEY!’

She suddenly found herself swept up from behind! Letting out an involuntary ‘Eep!’, she found herself pulled into a surprise embrace—followed by a good morning smooch right on her snoot!

“Mwah! Good morning, honey!”

The new pet name made Pike’s cheeks burn a little. “Oh, so we’re using pet names now?”

Looking down at her, Anon just smiled and gave her another peck on the cheek. “I figured, why not? I’ve always wanted to call someone ‘honey.’”

Hearing him call her that put a warm feeling in her chest that she couldn’t help but smile at. And just like that, pressed up against him, she could feel all of her anxieties fading away.

But, duty called.

“Well then, sweetie, can you do me a favor and put me down? I don’t want these to burn.”

Doing just that, he proceeded to move to her side to see what she had in the pan. “And just what are ‘these’?”

“Banana pancakes from that one cookbook you got us.”

His eyes lit up. “The one by Waffle Iron?”

“That’s the one.”

“Mmm, Pike, you spoil me beyond compare.”

With that, he left her side to set the table, putting out silverware, grabbing plates, and so forth. And as he did, she felt the need to at least say something about her earlier revelation.

She wasn’t going to go spilling her guts though; it wasn’t like she was a stallion or something.

“Hey Anon? Thanks for letting me sign up for that cooking class with you.”

As he plopped down in a seat at the table he replied. “Of course! I know you’re a little embarrassed by it, but I’m not judging! In fact, I’m looking forward to getting into something with my fillyfriend.”

She simply smiled back and said, “I’m looking forward to it too.”

Pike figured that was the end of it, but she heard the tell tale tapping of nervous hooves behind her. Just as she was about to ask what’s up, he spoke. ”Oh, and uh, Pike? About last night...”

Turning to actually look at Anon, she saw he was indeed shifting uncomfortably. “What is it?”

“I wasn’t too... rough, was I? I mean, I don’t know what came over me. And after you passed out I just got kinda terrified.... and uh, yeah.”

‘Awwww, he looks so cute like that! All nervous like a virgin.’

To think last night he was ravaging her like a beast.

“Anon. I...”

Loved every second of it.

“I really enjoyed myself. You don’t need to worry about me.”

His relief at her answer was practically palpable. “Really? Oh thank god. I just- yeah. I was admittedly more than a little worried about it.”

Pulling the now done pancakes off the stove and putting them on plates, she moved to join him at the table. Placing a stack before him, she returned his peck on the cheek. “Well, don’t.”

With an earnest smile, he began cutting into his grub. “Phew, that’s a load off my shoulders. I tell you what, it’d be terrible if my first time ended up being shitty for my fillyfriend. I don’t think I’d ever live that down.”

It was a damn good thing she’d already put down her pancakes, otherwise she would have certainly dropped them in shock.

“YOUR WHAT?”