Anon rubbed his neck with his hands as he made his way toward Sugarcube Corner. He must have slept on it wrong. Probably because he’d spent the night cuddled up between Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon. He’d only been in Equestria for a few months now – after being dragged here, kicking and screaming, by some unicorn’s ill-advised attempt to imitate Discord’s magic, which was apparently irreversible for some reason. Already, though, he’d really started to fit in. These ‘ponies’ sure were a welcoming bunch. It really didn’t hurt that so many of them were weirdly obsessed with ‘Equestria’s only human’, and it didn’t hurt that they were so darned cute, too. Way cuter than the earth ponies where Anon was from.
Yes, he had become a horsefucker. And he wasn’t sure whether to be proud or ashamed of the fact that it had only taken five days from his first arrival for that to happen.
Ah, there it was! At least Sugarcube Corner was easy to find. Even though the town was full of buildings that looked very similar to each other – and for some reason ponies here had no concept of street names or addresses! – Sugarcube Corner always stood out, with its gingerbread-looking roof and the dome at the top shaped like a cupcake, complete with giant candles. One of these days, he was finally going to climb up on the roof and take a bite, to find out if all that white stuff on it was actually made of frosting. Because in a place like Equestria, it very well might be.
Not today, though. Today, he’d been roped into yet another party – as far as he could tell, ponies spent about seventy percent of their time either preparing for, attending, or cleaning up after a party. This one would be in honor of a pony’s sixteenth birthday. Hm... Right, Rarity’s little sister, if he remembered correctly. Or was that tomorrow's party? So hard to keep them all straight...
As soon as he went in through the jingling doorway, he found Cup Cake bent over the display case next to the register, with Carrot Cake busily railing her from behind. Other than them, the downstairs shop was pretty empty. Either everypony here had already been invited up into the party upstairs, or it was just a slow sales day.
“Oh hello, Mister Nonymous!” Cup Cake said between rump-rippling thrusts from her husband. “If you’re looking for Sweetie Belle’s birthday party, it’s upstairs.”
Mister Cake didn’t offer a greeting. To be fair, he was a bit busy. As Anon smiled and nodded to Cup Cake, Carrot Cake groaned and clutched himself tightly against her. Through the glass display case, Anon could see fresh splatters of white cream dripping from behind Cup Cake’s hind legs. Definitely not the kind of cream that would be approved for use in any bakery!
After a quick thanks to Cup Cake, Anon headed for the stairs. Yes, being in Equestria had taken some getting used to. The ponies here didn’t seem to have any taboos whatsoever around sex, and they saw no reason to keep it private – they just went at it whenever the mood took them. That was probably part of why he’d fallen into their ways so quickly. Hard to resist and avoid thinking about it when you might see ponies porking each other anywhere, anytime, even while just casually walking down the street.
Still, though, a young filly’s sixteenth birthday party ought to be safe enough. He’d probably be able to make it at least a few more hours before another mare tried to get his cock inside her.
🎁 🎁 🎁
Anon stared down at Rarity, his green brows furrowed in consternation. “You want me to what?”
“I said,” Rarity repeated, “Anon, won’t you pretty please impregnate my little sister for her birthday?”
“I heard you the first time.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Then whyever would you ask me to repeat myself, darling?”
“Because...” Anon stopped and sighed, shaking his head. He’d tried, at one point, to get ponies to understand the way humans thought about sex and relationships ... and he’d yet to find a single pony who could really get it. Twilight Sparkle seemed to understand, at least in an academic, analytical sense, but even she thought it was completely bizarre and nonsensical. There really wasn’t any point in trying to explain human hangups to ponies. Maybe on earth, nobody would ever hear the phrase ‘please impregnate my little sister’, but good luck trying to get it across to a pony why that was...
“Because what?” Rarity asked, a bit of exasperation seeping into her tone.
Maybe he could think up a different excuse? “Because I’m not like that – I don’t fuck horses!”
She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Not usually!”
“Darling, you came inside my throat – quite enthusiastically, I might add – a mere three days ago. I do believe you can drop the act.”
“Okay, sure...” He glanced around, looking for some help from the others, but everypony else seemed engrossed in the party ... and also he’d fucked most of them, too. “But, um, sometimes I don’t fuck horses.”
She just gave him a deadpan glare.
Well, alright. That was a lie. Ever since that first time, five days after arriving in Equestria, he’d rarely spent more than a few hours without his dick inside somepony. Hey, nobody could blame him, right? They were just so adorable, and they were always willing and eager to put out on a moment’s notice, especially for someone as special as Equestria’s only human. Anybody else would do the same, he was sure.
Still, though, he had some principles!
“Well, okay, sure... But I definitely don’t fuck sixteen year old girls!”
Rarity’s jaw dropped. “But... Why not?”
Things like this were always so hard to explain to ponies. “It’s wrong! She’s too young! Don’t you have, like, age of consent laws or something in Equestria?” Come to think of it, he really should have been spending more time studying Equestrian law. What if he ended up getting locked up for doing something he didn’t even realize might be illegal?
“Of course we have age of consent laws,” Rarity said. “What, do you think we’re nothing but a bunch of savages? Obviously, we have very strict rules against consorting with colts or fillies who don’t have a cutie mark. But Sweetie Belle is sixteen, and she’s had a cutie mark for years now, so you have nothing to worry about.”
Anon held his head. As soon as they got their cutie mark? Wasn’t that like really early? He was still kind of unclear about that, and pretty sure that he’d never fully understand the Equestrian mentality. “But ... but why... Why me?”
“Oh believe you me, I have tried.” Rarity rolled her eyes. “No matter how many times I attempt to interest her in a colt her own age, all she ever talks about is ‘Anon this’ and ‘Nonny that’. I’m afraid the poor dear is obsessed with you, darling. Won’t you please be a good human and take care of her for me? It is her birthday, after all, and I’m sure there’s nothing in Equestria she’d like more.”
“Sorry, but I’m just not comfortable with the idea of—”
Rarity looked up at him, her eyes huge and sparkling. She fluttered her eyelashes. “Please...”
Crap! His one weakness! Why did these ponies have to be so goddamn cute? Nobody could say no to a face like that, nobody!
He sighed. “You know I can’t actually get ponies pregnant, right? At least I’m pretty sure about that.”
Her adorably beseeching face didn’t relent in the slightest.
“Okay! Okay!” He turned around, trying to calm his heartbeat enough to avoid dropping dead due to cuteabeetus right there on the spot. “Fine, if that’s what you really want, then I’ll try.” He was pretty sure that’s what Rarity meant, anyway, right? As long as Sweetie Belle had a good time doing it, everypony would be happy.
Yeah ... and even he would probably be happy. Principles or no principles, Sweetie Belle was still an awfully cute young mare...
🎁 🎁 🎁
Now firmly convinced of what must be done, Anon reluctantly approached the center of attention in the room: Sweetie Belle. She was at the present-laden table in the middle of the room, chatting happily with the two other fillies she always hung out with. He knew one of them, Apple Bloom, as Applejack’s sister, but he wasn’t sure what the other one’s name was, only that she was always chasing after Rainbow Dash, who called her ‘Squirt’. Though pony names were always weird, he was pretty sure ‘Squirt’ couldn’t be her real name, could it? Was she a squirter?
Anyway, he was letting himself get distracted from his main goal here, wasn’t he?
Sweetie Belle still hadn’t noticed him. Her back was turned as she talked about something – probably all the presents on the table – with her two friends. Which gave Anon a perfect chance to check her out. Not that he was in the habit of checking out such young fillies, of course, but he wasn’t blind. And besides ... if ponies were okay with – and practically forcing him to do – what he was about to do, then just looking at her would be the least of his crimes.
She sure wasn’t a chore to look at. The last remnants of her gangly teenage years gave her long, elegant legs, but her lanky teenager time was near its end, which meant that the rest of her was really starting to fill out, giving her a pleasantly smooth barrel, a lovely curve to her back, and soft-looking plump ass cheeks that were just to die for. She had the long, full mane and lusciously curling tail of a full-grown mare already as well – not the only thing about her that evoked a full-grown mare, either. With the way she was casually holding her tail up and to the side, Anon could easily see her little light pink vulva nestled between her ass cheeks. Was it just her natural coloration, or was she actually blushing down there a little? She wasn’t even winking or anything, but it was still enough to get him hot under the collar.
Suddenly, she noticed him behind her, she turned her head. The second her big green eyes fixed on him, she broke out into a big smile. And a blush – definitely a real one this time. Anon had no idea how ponies managed to blush through their fur, and he was not about to ask.
“Oh!” she said, still smiling madly and looking back at him over her prominently displayed rump. “Anon...”
Anon rubbed the back of his head, taking a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing... “So, um, your sister, she...”
“Uh-huh?” Sweetie Belle’s eyes grew wider.
“She... Well, she said maybe you’d like for me to, um ... breed you? You know, as a birthday present.”
“Really?” With a gasp, she spun and lunged for him, quickly catching him in her forehooves, locking him into a tight hug around his waist, with her chest floof pressed against the front of his pants. “Oh my gosh! Thank you! Thank you so much, Anon!”
He patted her head nervously, being careful not to dislodge her party hat. “Yeah, um ... no problem.”
“Best birthday ever!” Without releasing him from the hug, she looked over at her two friends. “Girls, look! Anon’s gonna take my virginity!”
Oh, he was having bad feelings about this ... but also other feelings. Feelings located down in his crotch, where her body was still pressing against him.
Giggling, Sweetie Belle finally released him. “Hey everypony, watch this! Anon’s gonna make me a mare!” Her magic was already working on the button of his pants. She reached for his zipper with her mouth.
All eyes were on them – happy, smiling, encouraging, appreciative faces. The only negative thing he saw in the crowd as a sixteen year old filly pulled his cock out of his pants was that a few of the mares looked a bit jealous. Man ... Equestria sure took some getting used to!
And, yeah, Sweetie Belle was pretty darn efficient when it came to getting his cock out. Which was weird. Where’d she get experience for that? Nopony here even wore pants! And wasn’t she supposed to be a virgin anyway?
Of course, all of that stopped mattering real fast when she daintily took his tip into her mouth and looked up at him with those big, cute eyes.
Damn... Why did he have such a weakness for cuteness? Was it like a mental disorder or something?
His cock had been mostly soft when it swung out of his pants, but looking down at her adorable face with her lips suckling at the top of his shaft, it sure didn’t take long for that to change. He grew into her mouth as she started bobbing her head, quickly coming to his full size and hardness. Not that anypony watching got to see it. Every inch that grew was another inch that Sweetie Belle swallowed ... and then some. By the time he was fully hard, she had him fully in her mouth, with her nose pressed tightly against his crotch. He was glad he’d remembered to trim this morning.
“Are you sure you’re a virgin?” he asked. “Because you’re really good at this...”
Sweetie Belle only winked up at him, before turning her gaze downward and really getting to work on his cock.
Ah ... fully, unabashedly, desperately eager blowjobs ... definitely one of his top ten favorite things about Equestria! Here, when a mare gave him a blowjob, she meant it. And just about every mare was happy to do it if he so much as implied that he might not mind if she did!
Even in such a world, though, Sweetie Belle was special. There was just something about the gentle, delicate way she plunged her mouth down on his cock. As paradoxical as it seemed, she was getting him really riled up by using such light pressure, by teasing his shaft with her lips and tongue. And even her throat seemed to swallow gently as she took his tip down into it. It had been quite a while since he’d had a blowjob this good – several days at least!
Reaching down, he stroked Sweetie Belle’s mane and caressed her behind the ear, trying to at least show his appreciation a little.
That’s when she looked back up at him again. Damn! His heart! It felt like he was having a heart attack or something, he was just that overloaded on cuteness! And at the same time, the tingling pleasure from her blowjob – her very first blowjob? – shot up through his whole body from between his legs, blending into one overwhelming sensation that sucked his breath away and made the room spin around him...
“Stop, stop!” he said, pulling back from her.
Sweetie Belle looked up at him with a heartbroken, open-mouthed frown and tears already welling up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry! Please, Anon, please give me another chance! I ... I just ... it’s my first time, and I... I can do better, I promise!”
He dropped down on his knees and – cock still hanging out of his pants – held her head in his hands, turning her back upward to look at him again, this time right at face level. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Sweetie!” He rubbed her cheek. “In fact, you were doing it so right that I was afraid I would bust right away, and then I wouldn’t be able to breed you like your sister asked me to.”
She blinked. “Really? You’re ... you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”
“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Anon still was very unclear about what that pony phrase was supposed to mean, but he’d been in Ponyville long enough to learn that for some reason, ponies would always believe what someone was saying if they followed it up with that.
“Oh Anon! You’re the best!” Sweetie Belle lunged toward him again, this time wrapping her forehooves around his neck and hugging her face against his. “You totally could have blown your load in my mouth, and I’d be super happy with just that!”
He shook his head. “And ruin your birthday present? Not a chance!”
“Aww!” She kissed him on the cheek.
Anon squeezed her tight, returning the hug ... and sliding one hand down the fur of her back, too ... just shy of her rump. Because, yeah, he was still pretty excited, after all.
He wasn’t the only one – as soon as Sweetie Belle separated from the tight embrace, she hopped right over to the table with the gifts on it, swept a bunch of them to the side, and then sprawled herself out on top of it, belly up and her hind legs spread wide. Her tail hung down off the edge of the table, exposing absolutely everything she had to pretty much everypony at the party.
“I’m ready, Anon!” she said, lifting her head to look at him over the slight swell of her white tummy.
“You go, birthday girl!” somepony shouted from the crowd. He couldn’t quite tell who.
“Aw, I’m so jealous you’re getting Anon’s cock before I do!” That was definitely Scootaloo, who was still very close by, watching intently.
Apple Bloom looked on avidly, watching from just behind Scootaloo. “Ya think he’d be willin’ do us, too, when we turn sixteen? I sure hope so...”
Anon tried to not let himself get distracted by their audience. Luckily, the view between Sweetie Belle’s outspread legs was pretty good at holding his attention! Her pussy was as cute and plush-looking as before, but now with her legs spread, it was just slightly open, displaying just a sliver of much richer pink within. Except, of course, when she winked, making her pony clit bulge out and opening her slit wide as if begging to be filled. She was absolutely dripping now, making a mess of herself and her tail. Had giving him a blowjob gotten her that worked up? She really did need it, huh?
Just above there were her two light pink teats, definitely blushing a little bit redder at this point, which made her pink nipples stand out brightly. Those were what he went for first, when he came to her.
He didn’t even bother standing up – he just kind of squat-walked two steps over to the table. Which left him in just the right place to plant his face down against her cute little crotchtitties. They weren’t the biggest he’d ever seen – or played with – by far, but they weren’t the smallest, either. Definitely bigger than he’d expected for a filly her age. And he enjoyed the heck out of them, pressing them together with his hands while he ran his tongue across their soft curves, lightly pinching and sucking her dainty little nipples, squeezing and kneading them in ways that drew delightful little gasps and squeaks from her.
Yeah, crotchtits had taken some getting used to for him. But he’d soon learned that they were just as fun as the tits he was used to back home – the only difference was that they were further down and usually a bit smaller.
Of course, that was only the foreplay. Soon, while his hands were still busy with her lovely little pinkish mounds, he started trailing his mouth downward, planting kisses on her lightly furred inner thighs, down the crease of her crotch, toward—
“You don’t have to, Anon. I’m already ready for you!”
Sweetie Belle’s words were – quite obviously – very true. Her winking pussy was already completely soaked and probably as worked up as a teenage filly could possibly be. If he wanted to, he could stand up right now and slip his cock fully inside her without even the slightest bit of difficulty. He was sure it would glide into her smooth and easy.
But that was not the Anon way. He had standards to uphold, after all! And he was pretty sure those standards were part of why Equestria’s mares liked him so much, so he wasn’t about to let up now.
Without acknowledging Sweetie Belle’s invitation at all, he planted a long, sloppy lick right up the center of her overheated fillyhood, earning him a delighted gasp as Sweetie Belle’s whole body shuddered. And, yeah – by this time, he’d had some practice at pleasing mares, so he knew what he was doing. Those teasing outer licks soon gave way to slathering her clit whenever it came out to greet him, which was more and more often the longer he went. But his real secret weapons were his hands. Few ponies in Equestria had ever been with anyone who had hands before. With one, he kept playing with and teasing her teats, making sure she’d get a full body experience out of it. And the other, he soon slipped down below his mouth, sneaking two fingers inside of her. While his tongue and lips were busy taking care of that eagerly pulsing clit of hers, his fingertips were searching for that perfect spot inside her, just inside her entrance, past the tightest point, and then upward, where it felt a little rougher inside...
Sweetie Belle squealed loud enough to drown out the party’s music, and he knew he’d found it. Now all he had to do was keep it up!
He could already tell it wouldn’t take long. Sweetie Belle’s barrel heaved with desperate breaths. Her legs twitched and spasmed on either side of his head. So, of course, he let up a little. After all, he didn’t want to overwhelm this poor virgin filly! He slowed down his fingers’ effort inside her, and he went more gently on her clit, taking the time to lick lower into her pussy and savor the immaculate taste of her never-sullied horse pussy.
“No, please!” Sweetie Belle gave a keening whine. “Don’t stop! I’m ... I’m almost... I need ... more!”
Well, she was the birthday girl, after all. So Anon wasn’t about to ignore a request like that! He went right back at it, even more intensely than before, rubbing her both inside and out mercilessly, giving her more than he’d even do for well-seasoned mares most of the time.
Obviously, it didn’t take long. While he’d worried that she might let out an ear-splitting shriek when she came, she was actually almost silent – her breath stopped entirely, letting out only a strained little whimper as she finally released. There was no question that she had gotten her orgasm, though. This filly was definitely the one who should be called ‘Squirt’! Anon’s clothes – both shirt and pants – were quickly ruined by the deluge of filly cum. Splash after splash of it came as her belly convulsed. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers over and over, and her clit winked out so much it was almost like it was trying to escape her body entirely!
She was still an inexperienced virgin, though, so he took it easy on her, quickly letting up on the mouth and fingers and only playing with her teats as she rode out her orgasm, finally petering out into smaller and smaller pulses.
When she was finally able to lift her head up again and look at him, she was still a bit cross-eyed. “Oh ... my ... gosh...” She slowly blinked. “I thought ... thought I was gonna, like, explode...”
Anon looked down at his clothes as he stood up. “Um... You kind of did.” Well, these clothes were done for, at least until they’d had a really thorough wash. He started unbuttoning his shirt. Good thing these ponies had nothing against nudity...
Sweetie Belle’s eyes were locked onto him as he took his soaked clothes off. And she wasn’t the only one. Almost nopony in the party was doing other party things anymore – they were all watching him. It was still odd to him, how much they all seemed to like human dick. He wasn’t small, sure, not by human standards, but he was small by pony standards. There’s no competing with horsecock. Well, maybe size isn’t everything...
It sure seemed that way for Sweetie Belle. The moment his clothes hit the ground, she did too – in the classic pony breeding stance: front hooves together, back arched, hind hooves slightly spread, and tail way way up high.
That was definitely something Anon had enjoyed getting used to. Never got old. Especially not with a young mare as pretty as Sweetie Belle!
Taking a moment to savor the experience, Anon slowly came up behind Sweetie Belle and ran his hands over the plush, fuzzy curves of her ass cheeks. So pristine white, so soft, so warm... And the nice thing about ponies, of course, was that they were just the right height – her desperately winking pussy was already right in front of his cock, begging to be filled.
Sweetie Belle looked back at him, her eyes betraying a little hint of nervousness, but also a lot of that same desperate need.
“Come on!” somepony in the crowd shouted. “What are you waiting for?” Sounded like it was Rainbow Dash, maybe? She had been awfully impatient about it when Anon first did her...
“Um, Anon...?” Sweetie Belle winced as she looked back at him. “It’s, um, it’s okay if you don’t want to. I know you’re only doing it because Rarity asked you to...”
Nice of her to say, but they were way past that point now. By now, he was just about as desperate as she was ... and he had the perfect way to show her – he simply nudged his hips forward a little. His tip squeezed up against her soft pussy lips for just a moment, and the next time she winked open, he easily slid inside, more than half his cock gliding in with the first easy thrust.
Sweetie Belle squeaked, her eyes going huge. “Anon...!” She pressed herself back against him, effortlessly taking the rest of his length inside her.
It was always a special feeling, sliding into a mare’s warm depths for the first time ... getting to know her in the most intimate way possible. He held himself there for just a moment, enjoying her inner heat and the feeling of her entrance winking around the base of his cock. And she seemed just as happy to wait a moment, her eyelids fluttering closed as she practically melted around him.
Even though she obviously didn’t need to be babied, Anon still took it easy on her at first, with slow, even thrusts. Sweetie Belle was a virgin, after all. He didn’t want to completely overwhelm her right at the beginning!
And, okay, to be honest, she also felt amazing when going nice and slow like that, letting him feel every little detail of Sweetie Belle’s virgin pussy gliding over his shaft as he gradually worked it in and out of her. When he looked down, he could see her pert little pussy lips bulging out slightly while he pulled out, pushing in slightly as he thrusted in. Such a beautiful sight between her soft white ass cheeks. And then when he looked a little upward, to find her blushing face and awe-struck eyes looking back at him...
“More,” Sweetie Belle whimpered.
Well, how could he refuse a request like that? While looking into adorable eyes like those? Impossible. Anon gave her more – thrusting in hard and fast enough to make his hips slap against her ass. He grabbed her flanks with both hands, holding her in place as he began to really hammer into her in earnest.
Every hard thrust drove an adorable little gasp from her, like she was some kind of little pony squeaky toy. It drove him a little bit crazy, maybe – but crazy in a good way. Every time he heard her little voice squeak, it made him want to fuck her even harder to hear even more. It was driving him on, faster and faster, far beyond what he should have been doing with such a virgin young filly.
“Ooh!” some mare called out from the crowd watching them. “You go, Sweetie Belle! Get it!”
Sweetie Belle just blushed even harder.
Pinkie Pie came right up and gave Sweetie Belle a friendly nuzzle on the cheek. “Aw, that’s so sweet! Nonners was my first, too!”
That actually made him pause for a moment. “Wait... You were a virgin? But you said...” When he saw the way Pinkie was looking at him, he shrugged it off. “Oh, never mind.”
Better to not get distracted by anything – or anypony – better to focus on the matter at hand. And the matter at hand was fucking this filly in a way that would be worth remembering for the rest of her life!
Bending down a little as he really got going again, Anon reached further around Sweetie Belle’s body, all the way down under her belly. There, his hands instantly found her soft little teats again. He greedily grabbed and squeezed at them – so perfect! In this position, he could easily lift her hind legs a little bit off the ground. Her forelegs folded instantly, as if by instinct, leaving her face down, ass up as he pushed hard into her over and over again.
He could get so much deeper in this position, really driving it down into her with long, heavy thrusts that squeezed absolutely as much of his cock into her as he possibly could. And Sweetie Belle wasn’t helpless in that, either. Though her front legs were folded, she still pushed against the floor, pressing back against him with each push just so he could get that little bit extra.
“Do it!” Sweetie Belle begged. “Anon! I’m so close...”
She wouldn’t have to ask him twice. He could already feel the tingling pressure building inside him...
Somewhere behind him, where he wouldn’t see, Rarity gave Twilight a nudge and a wink. Twilight winked back, and her horn began to glow. Anon did notice when his balls started tingling way more than normal, but when he glanced around and saw Twilight with her horn glowing and a smug look on her face, he figured she was just stimulating him to make him cum faster. After all, she’d done something very similar when he was with her and she’d gotten impatient.
Oh how wrong he was...
Anyway, though – especially with that added stimulation – it was only a matter of time. And not much time, at that. He gripped Sweetie Belle’s body even tighter, his breaths going ragged as he tried to hold out long enough for her to get her own orgasm.
Which he completely failed at. Her hot, needy pussy milking his cock was just too much to resist. Before he knew it, he’d instinctively pulled her as tightly as he could against himself, his cock as deep inside her as it could possibly be, and he absolutely unloaded his over-stimulated balls into the filly.
Thankfully, though, that seemed to be just what Sweetie Belle needed. The throbbing of his cock was met by an answering squeeze from inside Sweetie Belle. Her body rhythmically tensed between his arms, and her slightly upturned pussy squeezed and winked around him like mad, as if desperate to suck down everything he could give her and not spill a single drop.
On and on it went, both of them spurred on to more by the pulsing of the other’s body. Anon spilled a load unlike any before into her – did it have something to do with Twilight’s spell? – and painted her pristine virgin insides very, very white for the first time ever.
“Yes, Anon!” Sweetie Belle squeaked out, her voice a little hoarse. “Fill me up! Breed me!”
Finally, finally their orgasms both began to taper off, leaving them both breathing heavy and a little sweaty. Anon gave her perfect little teats one last squeeze, then stood back up straight, pulling his now-limp cock out of her. A little dribble of white followed, dripping down as her teardrop-shaped pussy winked open reflexively. Sweetie Belle stood back up as well, getting all four legs underneath her properly again, and when she looked back at him, her eyes were full of so much adoration that he thought he might melt.
Anon grinned nervously a little as he gathered his clothes back up and started getting dressed. “Um ... happy birthday?”
Rarity was next to him before he could even get his pants pulled up. “Oh bravo, Anon! Quite the show, and I’m sure Sweetie Belle is quite happy with a breeding like that!”
Sweetie Belle giggled a little. “It feels so ... gooey inside...” She moaned slightly, her tail still held high.
Rarity reared up, hugged him with her forehooves, and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, dear. Such a wonderful birthday present, and I’m sure it will take.”
Groaning, Anon pulled his pants back up, then started working on his shirt. “Yeah, uh ... if you say so, I guess.”
“Oh I do say so.” Something about the look in Rarity’s eyes was ... unsettling.
🎁 🎁 🎁
Much later, Anon was humming to himself on the way to the Ponyville train station. Humming the Equestrian royal fanfare tune to himself, actually. Because it was almost the first of the month again, which meant he was off to take care of Princess Celestia, as had become their little tradition together.
“Ooh!” Somepony said from a little shop by the roadside, “Look, girls – it’s Anon!”
When he glanced over, he saw the flower trio, three mares who did very little besides selling flowers and then fainting whenever anything went even slightly wrong. He’d fucked Lily and Daisy before, but so far he’d never had a chance to sample Roseluck.
“Come on over, Anon!” Daisy said, waving her hoof to him.
Lily pushed Roseluck forward. “I think we have a flower or three here that could use fertilizing!” Roseluck just blushed, her face going almost as red as her mane.
“Sorry, girls,” he said, “I’m on royal business right now.” Really, he wouldn’t mind doing them along the way, but he’d already stopped for a little fun with Mayor Mare, and if he got distracted again, the train to Canterlot would definitely leave without him. The Princess hated it if he wasn’t punctual about their little meet-ups.
“Aww, please?” all three mares said in unison.
He glanced around, his eyes finally alighting on Big Macintosh, who was quite busy on top of Fluttershy on the other side of the street – just at that moment, he pushed hard inside her and the base of his cock pulsed. His excess cum soon splashed out between the two of them.
Anon turned back to the three mares. “Hey, why don’t you ask Big Mac? Looks like he’s already done.”
“But I’ve already had Big Mac,” Roseluck whined.
“Sorry, girls.” Anon shrugged. “I’ve got a train to catch. Maybe after I get back?”
Leaving the disappointed mares behind, he put a bit more pep in his step. He’d have to hurry a little now to make sure he caught the train in time...
But it was just not his day, was it? Coming around the corner right in front of him was Rarity and her sister Sweetie Belle. Right in front of him. And Sweetie Belle was obviously very very pregnant. Besides the sort of life-filled glow about her, she had a full, wide belly big enough for twins, and her teats were now huge, dangling beneath her belly and jiggling mesmerizingly with every step.
There wasn’t any way to avoid them; he’d have to talk to them. “Oh, hey, um ... congrats!” he said.
“Thank you so much!” Rarity gushed.
Sweetie Belle was only blushing ... and looking at him with a very weird intensity in her eyes. Something about that was making him a little uncomfortable.
He paused, rubbing the back of his head. “So, um ... who’s the lucky father?”
Sweetie Belle still said nothing. Rarity laughed uproariously.
Yeah... Better upgrade that to very uncomfortable. “Hey ... what’s so funny?”
“Why you are, of course!” Rarity gave him a big wink.
“I’m ... funny?”
“Well, yes.” She held Sweetie Belle close to her. “But also, you’re the father.”
He shook his head. “Impossible. I’m a human and she’s a pony. There’s no way we’re compatible. Twilight Sparkle even confirmed that with her magical genetic compatibility spell thing.”
Rarity didn’t seem deterred at all, though. “Well, my dear little sister hasn’t been with anyone else. And compatibility tests aren’t the only thing Twilight can do. You’d be surprised what modern fertility spells can accomplish these days...”
What? No no no no. How could this be happening? Were his carefree bachelor days of fucking any mare he pleased coming to an end? He took a step back. “Do we ... do we have to get married now?”
Rarity laughed again. “Oh good heavens no! Of course not. Everypony knows an unmarried mare’s foals are entirely her own responsibility. And, to let you in on a dirty little secret of ours, this is specifically what Sweetie Belle asked me to get her for her birthday.”
Oh... Anon looked down at Sweetie Belle, who was still gazing up at him adoringly and blushing.
“But, um...” Sweetie Belle glanced away for a moment, then back up at him. “If you want to get married ... I’d really like that.”
Oh no... Not that adorable little face again. That face he just couldn’t say no to...
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