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[Source.](https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40176294/#40186682)
>"What are you doing, Anon?"
>He tries to sound put out, with his muzzle all scrunched up and his eyes in a frown but he can't fool you.
>You’re still getting used to these ponies.
>One thing you do know, however, is the ‘earth’ pony types are a lot stronger than the other two.
“I’m doing exactly what you invited me here for.”
>Pon snorts, blowing hot breath just past your face with the way his head is tilted.
>It smells like icing sugar and dough, sweet and delightfully, indulgently tantalising.
>”You think this is what I want?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “You couldn’t even tell I was a stallion!”
“Then why were you so upset about telling me?”
>Pon jerks his head back, staring straight into your eyes with annoyance and anger that’s practically palpable.
>”Because-”
>And immediately clamps his mouth shut.
>It takes a few seconds of him staring at you before he says anything.
>”Because I shouldn’t have to.”
>That was much quieter than you expected, than the direction his initial outburst suggested.
“Because you like how I treated you.”
>Pon splutters angrily but can’t compose himself enough to form words before you continue.
“Yeah, I think you want to be treated like a mare, Pon. You like it. You like the thought of being touched like a mare.”
>You draw one of your hands down over his chest, combing your fingers through the luxurious fluff.
>His face darkens again and he looks away quickly.
“You like the thought of being held like a mare.”
>Your other hand strokes down along his flank, to just around where his hip is, and gently cups it.
>His breath quickens and he glances back at you before hurriedly averting his eyes once more, squirming a little, almost pushing himself into your hold.
“You want…”
>You lean in close, Pon turning back to you.
“To be kissed…”
>He raises his head towards you, his eyelids falling.
“Like a mare.”
>His lips part just a shade.
>Just enough.
“Too bad you’re not one.”
>You whisper before rolling over and away from him.
>A moment passes.
>Another.
>Only the sound of Pon’s short, heavy breaths breaks the silence.
>Until…
>”You-!”
>And like that, Pon falls back into outraged stammering.
>"What are you doing, Anon?"
>He tries to sound put out, with his muzzle all scrunched up and his eyes in a frown but he can't fool you.
>You’re still getting used to these ponies.
>One thing you do know, however, is the ‘earth’ pony types are a lot stronger than the other two.
“I’m doing exactly what you invited me here for.”
>Pon snorts, blowing hot breath just past your face with the way his head is tilted.
>It smells like icing sugar and dough, sweet and delightfully, indulgently tantalising.
>”You think this is what I want?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “You couldn’t even tell I was a stallion!”
“Then why were you so upset about telling me?”
>Pon jerks his head back, staring straight into your eyes with annoyance and anger that’s practically palpable.
>”Because-”
>And immediately clamps his mouth shut.
>It takes a few seconds of him staring at you before he says anything.
>”Because I shouldn’t have to.”
>That was much quieter than you expected, than the direction his initial outburst suggested.
“Because you like how I treated you.”
>Pon splutters angrily but can’t compose himself enough to form words before you continue.
“Yeah, I think you want to be treated like a mare, Pon. You like it. You like the thought of being touched like a mare.”
>You draw one of your hands down over his chest, combing your fingers through the luxurious fluff.
>His face darkens again and he looks away quickly.
“You like the thought of being held like a mare.”
>Your other hand strokes down along his flank, to just around where his hip is, and gently cups it.
>His breath quickens and he glances back at you before hurriedly averting his eyes once more, squirming a little, almost pushing himself into your hold.
“You want…”
>You lean in close, Pon turning back to you.
“To be kissed…”
>He raises his head towards you, his eyelids falling.
“Like a mare.”
>His lips part just a shade.
>Just enough.
“Too bad you’re not one.”
>You whisper before rolling over and away from him.
>A moment passes.
>Another.
>Only the sound of Pon’s short, heavy breaths breaks the silence.
>Until…
>”You-!”
>And like that, Pon falls back into outraged stammering.
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