Equestria is a fascinating country. A land and culture built on myth and legends, some say. Of equines that roamed the mountaintops, plumbed the deepest reaches of the ocean, and traversed expanding horizons ad infinitum. Or so those tales would have you believe. Nobody truly knows for sure. All that remains of those mystical times are lands given their namesakes, cities raised with homages to those stories in their titles, and vague hums of magic trickling through the blood of some scant few humans.

To an outsider looking in, it may all seem rather silly. But history is often riddled with nonsense and convoluted reasoning as to why something is the way it is. Maybe the real reason was lost long ago, and this is just the way someone decided to record it; and that recording became the only fact—whether it was or not. Whether you find a city named Canterlot or Manehattan being filled by everyday humans to be absurd or not does not stop it from being the case. To some distant traveler from across the winding web of time, your very own world may seem much in the same way.

But that is Equestria. Mystifying, rich in culture, plentiful in nature; and perhaps most importantly, abundant in the most beautiful of women. As far as the eyes can see—be it some lingering gift of magic that permeates all of the realm's existence—ladies of exquisite beauty and charm fill its every corner. And while all of Equestria is ripe with them, you could find no better congregation of some of the finest ladies than the simple mountain town of Ponyville.

Ponyville. Yes, a most peculiar name in a most peculiar country. Said to be named after the herds of horses that once called the lower plains it was built on home. Over the years, the once sleepy little village flourished in no small part thanks to its sister cities nearby. Wood and packed mud were replaced with steel and churned stone; fledgling farmhands grew into bustling city folk. Though it is now a lively town filled with robust life and eclectic tastes, many still find its rustic charms lingering at its fringes.

One could easily imagine starting a life in such an idyllic land. Peaceful, vibrant in its ways, and overflowing with many eccentric citizens. Those citizens all living their own whirlwind lives packed with tales long and short; both mundane and scintillating. The mind races and the heart beats wild at the very idea of peeking into such vibrant lives, to sample the wonders they each hold.

While the stories of Equestria are vast and mystifying to some—leaving questions of magic and myth—, to others, more simple and present stories are far more enthralling. Ponyville is rife with such stimulating tales. Of close friends coming together from across all walks of life, and how members come to find deep, passionate comfort in one another in secret meetings. Stories of mighty, unreachable authorities looming above on the social hierarchy, and how they secret themselves away to lay with the local who stole their heart. Gossip of chaste promises broken in torrid love affairs, and the secret lives of otherwise normal citizens.

Some call it obscene or even shameful the way some choose to live. Yet these self-same are the ones who seek and listen to such tales with bated breath, held tight to their seats for every lurid detail. To embrace and accept such enjoyments, to allow another to live as they please with whomever they please: that is Equestria.

And that is where we find ourselves now. Nestled in the boughs of a quiet mountain town, to listen and hear the fantastical escapades of its alluring citizenry. We part the clouds and curtains to watch the vignettes of the townspeople; their silly little lives, and sensual encounters big and small. Some a passing kiss, others a deep rutting. Others charged with magical affinity, some merely a natural coupling. In that is the charm of Ponyville and by extension Equestria; the normal bounds of intimacy of other lands are not the extent of their options, but merely a place to start. What this may mean to one person can mean a whole other world to another.

So let us join them in this not-so quiet mountain town to partake in the thrills. To hear tales ranging from charming, sweet, saucy and spicy.

Let us visit the bookish librarian who has far more to her life than she lets on.

Visit the charming fashionista who takes her measurements and detailing to greater degrees.

Hear the princesses who stow away their crowns from time to time to feel carnal intrigue.

Give an ear to the fresh face newcomer to this massive town, and come to know their own whirlwind affairs.

Sit in interest of all the wandering souls of the city and simply wonder "what have they done?" or rather "what will they do now?". To marvel at the magic mingled with the mundane, to see lust lash and linger—to see its effects near and fall—that is the charm and excitement that is to be seen.

Equestria has many tales to offer—mystical and otherwise—but for now, let us rest in this town to enjoy its simple, sensual splendor. This leaves us only with a simple question: Who's first?

Author's Note

This is an anthology series where we will pay little visits into the lives of all the citizens of Equestria. Their past romances, their currents, the breadcrumbs to others; hints and otherwise. So please, voice a thought or a pairing, and maybe it'll see a place in a coming chapter. I've collected a few already, but I'm always looking for more to keep this simple story churning out more.

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