Sunset listens as the portal swirls to a close behind her, the pink light splashing over its surface dissipating, returning to the simple mirror. Back in the library, lit by daylight through the windows, she let's out a long, comfortable sigh.

Her latest Earth trip; one of her favorite ways to relax. Picked up some new music for her phone; Coffee Shops had free Wifi, so she'd set up and burgle a bunch from them, downloading youtube videos as MP3's. When she lived on Earth longer-term, before moving into the Castle, she had her own place. A job, too. And an Ex; a guy named Flash. She rolls her eyes.

It always felt a little odd, not having those things anymore. Equestria was so similar, but also just different enough to cause some pause. It's why she appreciated having Anon around; someone who could actually relate to her feelings on the matter and talk about them. Starlight tried, but she just didn't get the jokes, or the troubles. Trixie borderline couldn't comprehend it, and refused to ever go through the portal, her ego marred.

Other Ponies would spend a couple days, at the most, on Earth. It was how she met Twilight, initially; she'd come through the portal, and was working at the same place Sunset was. Of course, Sunset didn't know that until later; and thanks to Twilight, she's actually been able to stay in Equestria again. It's why she's appreciative, and tries to give Twilight less trouble than the others.

She spends a moment, trying to think of how she's going to handle todays haul. Usually she gets a few requests, and since she isn't living on Earth full-time anymore, she's slowly working through her savings while living at the Castle.

Bag of snacks and human magic tricks for Trixie... no surprise there.

Starlight wanted to try getting her hooves on a Phone, like Sunset and Anon had, so she picked her up a decent, used model to toy around with, as well as a few songs. Few game apps, that kind of thing. Actually; what did Anon use his phone for?

Speaking of Anon, wanted his usual. A few specific snacks he couldn't find anything similar for, including some he preferred she don't tell the others about. Like Beef Jerky. Learning that Humans so casually ate meat was... odd. Of course, Sunset knew other species didn't have their dietary preferences (and had tried some of the Jerky, forcing Anon to swear to secrecy about the fact she actually kind of liked it). Some updates to his Phone, that kind of a thing. Surprisingly... tame. She thought he'd bug her for like, human magazines or something. Porn. Funny enough, he wasn't the one that asked for that.

That would be the one Mare in the Castle had asked for something risqué, and the last one on the list.

Princess Twilight; she got her own, discreet bag. On account of Sunset being hush-hushed to bring Twilight that she expected Anon to be asking of her. Namely, Alcohol, this time. A surprising amount. Equestria had booze, sure -- but Human Alcohol Percentages were often double, if not triple Equestrian standard, for comparably the same price. Other times, she'd ask for individual things she couldn't get herself, being too busy.

Sunset wrote it off on the idea that being a Princess was probably pretty tough. Long hours or something. She wouldn't give her any lip about it -- though it didn't make publicly buying the stuff any easier, Sunset dismissing the embarrassed hue her face would take thinking about standing in line with half the things Princess Twilight wanted.

Anyway, she had deliveries to make. Taking up the bags with her magic, she begins her little route through the castle.

Princess Twilight was first; Sunset wasn't going to drag an entire bag of rattling booze through the entire castle. They are politely placed just inside Twilight's room, door shut, as requested. Twilight was always good for it, and if she didn't get repaid directly, Sunset would find it by her room. One down, three to go.

Trixie and Starlight are easy enough to find, currently in their shared room. Sunset knocks, and is told to enter -- Trixie has Starlight laid on a table, strapped down, holding a saw aloft herself. Beside them, a box. It's one of those 'Saw them in half through the box' tricks.

"Ah, Sunset! You are just in time to witness Trixie's greatest trick! Forget the concealment, hiding the trick behind the box; sawed in half -- in full view! Unheard of!" Trixie boasts, cackling. "Only the great Trixie could accomplish such!"

Starlight looks torn between being kind of into this, from the way she's been tied to the table, and looking to Sunset for help, the way her eyes keep staring at the saw.
"Trixie -- you said there wouldn't be a saw this time!" Starlight protests, wriggling.

"That's just murder, Trixie. Forget that, I've got your stuff. It finally came in the mail." Sunset rolls her eyes, slumping out the bag. Out pours everything a beginner slight-of-hand illusionist would want to use; but, since it was Human in nature, Trixie's eyes widened, believing herself to have stumbled on the new level to her routine.

The saw is thrown aside, Starlight exhaling in relief, head thumping against the table.

"Remember, Trixie -- you owe me. And I'm not waiting a month for repayment like last time." Sunset warns, waggling a hoof.

"Yes, yes, Trixie will remember this time. Probably. Now begone!" Trixie dismisses, waving Sunset away.

Sunset stands on her back hooves, crossing her front ones. Glaring.

"...Trixie thanks you?" Trixie eventually mumbles, staring up at Sunset.

Sunset huffs. Good enough.
"Oh, Starlight; got some things for you, too. I'll leave them here in the corner, for when you guys are done with your disguised bondage session." Sunset teases, falling to all fours again, turning to leave.

"For me? Thanks Sun-- HEY! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Starlight yells out, before scowling and looking away. "Not yet, anyway..." She mutters. Not like she'd mind if Trixie wanted to do that kind of thing. Problem was, Trixie was very...

Trixie holds up a collapsing magicians hat, inspecting it closely.

...content, with how things were already. And not much of an initiator.

Leaving the pair to their little fun, Sunset shuts the door. Just leaves Anon. First place to check, his room.

Sunset trots down the halls, humming to herself. Good day, so far.

Anon's room isn't too far from the rest of the rooms, located down the same hall. Since he asked for a bigger room, though, it wasn't beside the other Mares. Twilight made sure the Castle has enough room for all of them; she's terrifyingly potent with magic.

The familiar door to Anon's room looms, one final bag jostling alongside Sunset. She'd often just knock and walk in -- Anon and her were very comfortable with each-other after all.

So she does the usual. A quick Knock-Knock, and she turns the handle, stepping inside.

"Anon, I got the snacks you..." Sunset smiles, though it starts to fade quite quickly.

Anon is sat on his couch, head rolled back. Napping?

He's not wearing clothes.

Alright, not entirely uncommon; Sunset has walked in on him a few times on accident, recently after a shower or changing or the like. Though the two understood a Human's cultural desires to be dressed, and dislike of being naked, she was probably the only Mare he was comfortable walking around in his underwear or a towel near.

...He's not wearing underwear either. She can see them tossed to the side.

His dick is out. And he's holding it. He's rubbing it. Oh Sweet Celestia, Sunset mumbles, he's --

"Huh? Sunset?" Anon freezes, the two locked in eye contact.

Anon was jerking off on his couch.

Amidst the awkward silence, the bag of goodies floats its way onto his coffee table, slumping over as it's laid across it, spilling its contents.

"Got you... some stuff. That you asked for." Sunset swallows quietly, trying her best to not look at it. Not very successfully.

She's failed at least three times now. She's seen Human dicks before, sure -- North-American Earth Culture is vividly sexualized, and pornographic images are everywhere, readily available. She never really cared for it, herself.

But she hadn't seen one in person. It's her first time seeing his... his Dick. It's so strange, compared to a stallions. There's no... sheath, no flare. Big.

"Uh... thanks. Been looking forward, to uh... more Jerky." Anon responds, equally awkwardly.

Sunset's mind stifles a joke about how he already had plenty of Jerk-y right here. It was busy with impure thoughts.

Anon catches her eyes roaming, and goes to lift one of his legs to cover himself.

"Y-You don't have to!" Sunset cuts in, raising a hoof.

Anon pauses, giving her an odd look.
"...Alright?"

"Sorry to interrupt! I'll -- uh... do you want me to come back later?" She quickly stutters.

"...You know, people who usually walk in on someone spanking it tend to shamefully exit -- rapidly even?" Anon alludes, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh... yeah, you're right." She doesn't turn around yet, though. She catches another glance. Okay, Sunset -- enough. She steels herself, feeling a tinge of shame. Smooth, Sunset. Probably just burnt a bridge with Anon.
"Sorry." She coughs, apologizing and heads for the door.

Anon is wondering why she's so... interested. They've flirted, sure, but this was brazen. Even someone dense like Anon could pick up the interest. Did she have a thing for Humans or something? The bemusing idea of her having a Human-Sona and a Human Kink crosses his mind, watching her reach the door.

Is... she swinging her hips? Is her tail raised higher than usual? Why is he noticing that?

Anon tsks, running a new, dangerous idea through his mind. But, he wouldn't leap on it if she hadn't been so... odd about this.

Fuck it; if he's wrong, worst comes to worst, he only gets exiled and shamed by Ponyville and everyone he knows, right? Not like he was in the right headspace to make smart decisions, anyway. Little brain was the one thinking.

"...Sunset?" Anon calls, tentatively.

Sunset pauses, hoof on the partially opened door. She stares at it for a long moment. She wasn't expecting him to call for her. Probably just to say, like... lock the door, right? Hopefully not chastise her for blatantly overstaying. She must have gotten overconfident, being used to hanging in his room with the others. Felt more like a communal space than a private abode. She swallows, nervous, slowly turning.

"Y-yeah, Anon?" She responds; but her eyes find Anon in a... much more open pose. He's leant against the arm of the couch, now facing her and the ajar door. His arms draped over the couch, one leg bent and propped on a cushion, the other hanging off the side. He's fully exposed, his... 'Manhood' twitching idly in the air.

Sunset'll admit, she's stolen glances of Anon's figure before. Shirtless, in shorts... he had nice legs, nice arms. But she's never had him so brazenly posed.

Posed for her?

Anon watches her. Waiting for a reaction.

She stares, chest breathing heavily.

Both of their hearts are pounding, treading very, very new waters for either of them.

Anon takes a slow breath, trying to steady unsteadiable nerves. Fuck it. Send it.
"Did you... want to watch?"

There's a single, short moment of silence between the two. The room is quiet.

Sunset's back hoof kicks the door, shutting it, the door rattling; with her still inside. Wide, beautiful emerald eyes flitting between him, and his exposed self, her breath heavy.
"...Okay." She nods.

They stare at each-other again.

Neither moves.

"...You going to watch from there?" Anon questions softly.

Sunset clears her throat. She glances down at her hooves, as if to still make sure she knows how to use them, before slowly crossing the room. There's a new sway to her hips, that she doesn't normally walk with. All that two-back-hoof walking must be doing something, because she's got some solid flank.

She stops a few feet from the couch. A permanent blush is settled on her cheeks, a warmth in her chest.
"Is this... close enough?" The words slip from her lips between heavy breaths.

Anon's eyes are glued to her face. The way her radiant mane curls softly, effortlessly.
"As close as you want." He answers, watching.

The moment the words leave his mouth. She gets closer, a step forward. Then, a tentative pause. She weighs something internally. Anon watches her, expectantly.

Another step.

Both share a stare. Neither breaks it. They're far past embarrassment.

Another.

Now their gaze falters -- Sunset's shifts lower, trailing down his exposed torso, following the lines of his body.

She's barely a foot from him, now; almost how close they tend to stand, when they just hang out. When they relax, when they laugh. Stood between the couch, and the coffee table. Close enough to touch Anon's leg.

Sunset slowly sits on her haunches, hooves padding in place. Her gorgeous eyes, glued to his manhood. Trembling with a... taboo excitement.

Slowly, quietly, Sunset watches as Anon reaches for himself. His hand starts to stroke it, thumb teasing the head, as Sunset finds her gaze glued to his hands. His dexterous, long fingers, working himself. The same ones that would tussle her mane, poke her side, pat her back.

The same ones that could stroke her chin, run through her chest-fur, slide between her...

She swallows. She's nervous. A good nervous. A new nervous. As is Anon; something like this was... entirely new, for both of them. Potentially even for their species. Did that make it wrong? But how about how they felt? Did that... make it right?

A dollop of pre forms, running down the side of his length, self-lubricating as he gets faster.

She inches closer. His smell... his scent. It's heavy, tickling her nose as she breaths. For a species so heavily reliant on their nose, proximity to Anon was always... something. She'd go about her day, normally. Then she'd hang out with him. Then she'd go to bed, thinking of him. But like this? The dial was cranked to 11.

She watches him for some time. Having an audience made it a lot easier for Anon than usual. Without 'Material', Anon had to lean on imagination. He'll never admit it, a secret taken to his grave -- but he's had thoughts about most the Mares around the castle; like hell he was ever going to ask Sunset to bring back porn for himself. But the Ponies didn't exactly have much to work with, either. Except... well, themselves.

"...You've been going for a while. Do Humans always last this long?" She softly mutters; though it looks more like a vocal, self-reflective thought than an actual question, the way she continues to stare at him work himself.

Now, one such Pony sat in front of him, with soft, near-gold fur, and a multicolored splash of mane. One that he... 'thought of' often. One he'd been thinking of moments prior, actually, before she walked in. Now, watching him. Kneading the ground with her hooves, unable to sit still. Eyes, glued to him.

Those gorgeous, emerald eyes.

"It's... big." She whispers.

Shit -- his body tenses. Anon is...

"Sunset, I'm uh --" He groans, hips twitching.

"...Close?" Sunset whispers.

"Y-yeah. M-might, uh... need you t-to move, so I can grab something to..." Anon finds himself cut off.

"To clean up with, right?" Sunset whispers; her tone is lower, she speaks quieter. She's gotten even closer.

Anon watches, as Sunset scoots right up to him, close enough that her nose could touch it, if she so much as leans forward.

She glances up to him, as if looking for something.

"Anon... do you like me?" Sunset asks softly, looking at his eyes.

Words aren't happening right now. Anon nods. Of course he does; more than words could find, in this moment or another.

Sunset nods, her gaze moving back down. She swallows, clears her throat --

And opens her mouth, strings of saliva connecting her upper and lower lips as her tongue rolls out, hot, unsteady breaths on his member. Her mouth is pointed downward, staring up at him with half-lidded, want-ridden eyes.

"Wight Hewr." She says, words slurred from her awaiting maw, tongue slowly wriggling back and forth, patiently. His scent was already deeply familiar to her -- but she wanted to know his taste. She needed to.

There's no fucking way in Equestria Anon could hold on after that.

Anon grunts, hips bucking -- his cock presses against her tongue, his hand forsaking it to grip the couch. Her tongue is warm, the wetness pleasing, as his member throbs, erupting; directly into her mouth. Sunset makes a surprised huff, which turns to a low moan as his seed spurts across her tongue.

She leans forward, putting her mouth around his tip, holding it in her mouth as she swallows. Again. Again. Drinking every drop.

Anon's head is rolled back over the back of the couch, a low groan escaping him as he's drained.

Finally, he twitches no more.

Sunsets tongue slowly slides along the bottom of his slowly softening tip, tracing the edge. She's panting, out of breath, coughing and covering her mouth with a hoof.

She didn't spill a drop.

"...Shit, Anon, that was fucking hot." Sunset mutters.

"Think that's my line..." Anon mumbles. He feels the couch shift, as Sunset climbs up beside him. She makes another testing swallow, clearing her throat, smacking her lips. She leans against his side, hoof to her own chest.

"Nm...Salty." She comments, eyes roaming his body.

"Yeah, it tends to be." Anon puffs, finally catching his own breath.

"Why do you know that?" She asks, throwing him a look.

No answer. Instead, Anon leans down, pulling her chin upward and kisses her, deeply. Sunset's eyes widen, before she finds herself returning the kiss. No tongue -- not something either is quite familiar with, but the passion of pressing one against one's other, is intrinsic. Her lips are soft, wet -- and yeah, salty.

Sunset pulls away suddenly, stifling a laugh.
"Dude, did you just--" Sunset teases, ready to ruin the mood and call him his favorite 'Starts with F, ends with T' word.

"Shut up. I'm not thinking straight right now." Anon presses a finger to her mouth. She same one he'd been rubbing himself with. Right against her snout. The smell...

Sunset looks down at his finger, a hoof reaching up to grasp his hand. She bites her lip, throwing him a half-lidded stare.

"...You know... since I did just do you a... really, big favor and all... maybe there's something you could do for me?" Sunset whispers, playfully. She starts to pull his hand down lower, trailing her underbelly. He gets the idea pretty quickly.

Anon's hand slowly traces down her face, fingers brushing through fur; her cheek, her neck, her chest...

Sunset makes a low, needy purr, hooves clinging to him as he goes further down.

Starlight watches silently from the door. Trixie got distracted with her new toys, so she came by to thank Sunset once she managed to free herself. When she couldn't find her in her room, Starlight assumed Sunset was hanging out with Anon, like they usually do. Human-centric, that pair. She even knocked first, but... it made sense why nobody answered. They were a touch 'distracted'.

First Sunset... all of it? And then Anon was now... wow. Must be good for her to make a noise like that.

Starlight slowly closes the door, her own breath heavy. Shit, was she into watching? That's new. Might need to talk to Trixie about that.

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