Alright, let's get this over with and get back to the groceries, shall we?
>amethyst says as she turns her horn towards your crotch and begins magically undoing your fly
>you are Anon, out in the middle of Ponyville market doing some shopping
>you have an erection
>it's not like you can help it, you're surrounded by uncovered horse pussy whenever you leave the house. they don't even keep their tails down
>you still have no idea how stallions manage to keep their sword sheathed all the time
>maybe they store it in an alternate dimension
>or they've been beaten into sexual submission by rampant feminism
>either way, your sex drive is as furious as ever
>which is probably why every mare is after your dick at all times
>like that insane pink cunt
>he who fornicates with fire burns his penis
>so naturally you sought out the one mare that seems to be immune to your simian charisma
I don't understand why your species decided to make clothing so constricting when you keep popping boners. Easier to just let it swing.
>she's struggling with the zipper. apparently, magical dexterity varies wildly between pones and she's on the less articulate end
>unlike that purple one, the things she could do with an endoscope
>no, that's memories you rather not recall
There we go!
>amethyst says as she finally gets your pants undone. they flop down on the ground, letting your rod stand at attention
>she takes your full length into her mouth with one gulp. you suppress a moan of plessure
>you realise ponies are starting to stop and admire the scenery. their faces portray various emotions, from disgusted disapproval to intense facination
>most of them seem aroused, as well
>amethyst is bobbing her head back and forth in a steady tempo. by now, she's figured out the best way to get you off as fast as possible
>practice makes perfect, after all
>her mouth feels heavenly around your cock
>you let yourself lean back against the wall she's pinned you against
>amethyst takes a quick gasp of air. her moist breath feels warm around your member. then she resumes work, at an increased temp
>you place your hand on the back of her head, letting it follow her piston-like motion
>you've learned not to tug her mane. she does not like that
>the crowd around the two of you has grown dense. someone snaps a photo, blinding you with the bright old-timey flash
>not that you care, you're in fucking heaven right now
>amethysts pace is at maximum. her entire body is bouncing back and forth now
>the stallions in the audience are probably getting an eyefull too
>mixed with intense jealousy
>you feel yourself getting close
>your back arches, your gaze goes skyward and your jaw drops as you let out a long moan
>finally, release
>your crotch pulses for what feels like hours, but is probably more like ten seconds, giving you wave after wave of pleasure
>meanwhile amethyst has you down to the hilt, making sure not a single drop is spilled
>she is a veary cleanly pony
>once you stop pumping, she slides back
>giving her mouth a quick wipe, she pulls out the shopping list and says
Right, so we got tomatoes, onions and garlic, We're good on salt, pepper and olive oil. Let's find some zucchini
>she walks a few step towards the part where the apple stand is, then stops and looks back
Anon, you coming or what?
>you snap out of the afterglow, pull your pants up and fidget with the button until it's fastened. you forget the fly
>then you hurry up alongside her
>the surrounding ponies avoid eye contact with the two of you
>amethyst makes no expression indicating what just happened. she's focused on picking out the ripest fruits in the basket
>you hear someone whisper behind you
"Think his fetish might be exhibitionism?"
>you don't even bother looking
>the mare behind the counter looks increadibly smug whilst amethyst closely examines the phallic vegetables
>like she knows what they're for
>the two of you check off the rest of the items on the list, then head on home
>within the hour, amethyst has put together the most wonderful ratatouille for the two of you
>you take a seat at the table and dig in
>gotta say, this vegetarian diet is not too bad, after all
>you thought you might miss meat at first, but it turns out herbivores really know how to make the most out of plant life
>after the meal, the two of you have a seat on the balcony
>you wrap your arm around the purple-ish pony beside you
>she scoots up snuggly against your side
>the stars twinkle above you
I love you, Anon.
<I love you too, Amethyst