>Ok so there you were
>staring at this extremely attractive stallion
>and
>you may
>have had some drinks
>...I mean, ok, so like
>you're Daring Do an NOPONY outdrinks you
>nopon
>ohcelestiayou'redrunk
>an apparently this STALLION RIGHT HERE
>You poke a hoof at Anon's leg, not realizing you're monologuing internally
>...dis stallion dares outdrink you
>You poke him again for good measure, earning you a laugh
>looking up you give him your best death-glare
>him and that fucking lamp over there on the table
>fuck both of 'em
>"Daring, I don't know why you're trying to keep up with me. I'm like, way bigger than you."
>He ruffles your mane like you would a foal
"Raaah!"
>You attack his hand!
>You got it!
>...now what?!
>You see his free hand coming towards you but you can't do anything
>if you let go of his other hand *things* will happen
>ohlunaitsgonnahappen
>"Boop"
>Now you're not a mare that fights stallions
>Their coltish cries are... well, pretty grating
>but them boops
>thems fightin boops
>You use your hind legs for leverage and LEAP at this gorgeous stallion
>in reality, you more or less just kinda... uh. lurch and flop on Anon's lap
>"Well... uh. That's a thing you did. Ferocious."
>You mumble "Do the Do!" and wiggle your limbs a bit
>Anon removes his hand from under your belly
>Damn, that was nice
>oh wait what's going on here now
>Anon starts to pet you like a cat
>oh yes good boy you treat your mare right and she'll treat you right
>buy you anything you want
>"So...I'm going to cut you off here. I've got a light buzz-"
>Bullshit
>"-and you're very much gone, so..."
"Nuh! Ahm...Is good, is Do. IS DARING."
>"Shhh... yes, you're Daring Do. Yes you are.
>He keeps petting you to calm you down
>Buck girl, why did you get this drunk?
>Is it cause he turned you down? 
>Did you really think this would work... really?
>You sigh. Maybe you're coming to grips with how hard this stallion is going to be
>Maybe it's his fingers running through your mane
>yeah, the fingers. You gotta have them. And everything attached to 'em
>He's rumbling. Oh! Oh right talking
>"..-ticed that as I've been walking around town. Where are all the stallions?"
"You...really know nothing, do you?"
>"Uh." He looks kinda embarassed. "Well... I mean, I'm just starting to get used to the whole 'fuckin' magic, how does it work' deal..."
"Rahra.."
>You wave your hoof dismissively
"lem' tell you errythin."
>You gonna school this colt
"Ahm gon' school dis cold. colt. You."
>You poke his leg again so he knows
>his stupid pants inbetween you and your prize
>but that's ok. Everything's warm, and that's ok.
>"Hah. Alright, learn me a book here."
"Wha?"
>"Eer. Continue."
>Heh. cunt-in-you. hehehehe
>you giggle and then snuggle in, doing this weird, full-body squirm on his lap. It's comfy! 
>shutup
"Mnok. So you know... not a lot of colts, right?"
>"Right. Why is that?"
"Ahuno."
>He gives you a look which you fire right back at him
"Aska doctor ifn ya wanna kno that. Long n' short, we fuck-"
>you're making little clopping noises with your front hooves
"-n' there's not a 50-50 chanss. S' like, 4 mares a stallion or sommin."
>"Ok, so you evolved to have more mares than stallions - this would make sense as to why you've not died out... if it was the other way around-"
"UUUGH NO WE CAN'T HANDLE THAT MUCH MANE CARE PRODUCT."
>You roll over onto your back - so you can see him better, yeah.
>Totally not posing for him
"Han' you noticed? Stallions are so totally-"
>"Gay?"
"Wha? No, not happy - like, weak. Frillsly. Day jus wanna stay hom, have foals. 'should stay home 'nyway."
>"Stay home? In the kitchen, eh?"
"YEAH! 'Sactly. Dun need 'em gen hurt, eer gettin' taken 'vantag of."
>You look at Anon - he's a stallion, he knows what you're talkin about
>He's... he's not agreeing with you. His eyebrows are up - did - wha?
>"Well...I can't speak for here, cause I don't know too many pones, but. You know we're pretty much a 50-50 split, right?"
>You nod vigorously
>"Sooo...I'm going to go out, get a job, earn my keep. Why would I stay inside all the time?"
"Caus mares coluld getch drunk, take 'vantag of ya!"
>"So what, you think you can overpower me? Like you did at the castle, hmm?"
>You hate it when he's right. 
>engage poutyface
"S'not my fault you're fat."
>"Fat?! This is a strategic energy reserve! I need it to hunt down-"
"Donuts"
>He glares at you
>You stick out your tongue
>"You gonna get it"
"AH AM DARIN DO"
>You try to strike your landing pose while on your back on Anon's lap
>You successfully wigglewaggle your hooves around infront of him
>He grins, showing off his teeth
>Wait where did his wiggler-OH LUNA THEY'RE ON YOU
>You squirm, laughing as he ticklerubs you mercilessly
>Unf. You're drunk and this powerplay is turning you on
>Wings at full mast but you're on your back so they're pinned
>so now THAT pressure is building up too 
>AND HE WON'T STOP WIGGLERING YOU
>"Surrender and apologize, and I'll let you up"
>laughingmare.png
>He relents so you can get your breath back
>Now. Continue and get molested on his lap, then use it as blackmail
>Or, do the right thing and just move the conversation along.
>whycantwehaveboth.commercial
>Grinning you roll over, exposing your full sails
>*POMF*MOTHERFUCKER
>Your wing hits him right in the chin
>"Gah, damnit! That's not fair, I didn't expect that!"
>He tries to move your wing out of the-OH CELESTIA HE'S SQUEEZING A WING JOINT
>You moan
>He freezes
>"...Uh..."
>HE IS STILL SQUEEZING MMMF
>BEST OF DECISIONS
"AH! hah..s'n! s'sens-tive!"
>Ok so being roaring drunk and now roaring horny isn't the best.. uh.
>Well it's pretty damn sweet but still it ain't conductive to long sentences
>"Sorry sorry sorry I didn't mean to can you just lower it I'm sorry" Anon tries to pet down your wing to calm you down
>You shudder
>Ok cumming on his lap is not going to be conductive to a third night
>reel it in
"JUS! Ju.. giv m' a momnt. Jus wai. wait."
>He sits there, hands on the cushions, your wing gently pressed against his cheek
>Ok Daring just breathe in and breathe out
>You got enough to blackmail him if necessary - he can't deny what he just did
>And you've done it where you can deny it as playfulness - or drunkeness - if it comes back on you
>You're golden, just breathe deep and calm down
>You scootch back a bit accidentially, your wing now pressing against his shoulder
>Rump on the couch, barrel on his leg
>s'good. Sitting is good.
>Lower your head and breathe, Daring
>Wait why did he suddenl-
>......
>Oh.
>You breathe deeply again on reflex as you realize
>You've just booped his package with your muzzle
>......oh Luna that scent. It's... he's not showered, but it's...
>You shudder again
>You hear him say something but you don't pay attention
>It's got a tang of sweat, sure, but then a deep, thick musk that's just kinda-
>it goes into your nose and it doesn't leave. It just permeates your brain and it's like earthy but-
>Ugh how do you describe this...it's making you salivate-
>Oh hello wigglers
>Anon raises your muzzle out of his lap and turns your neck, putting your chin on his other knee
>'Well you're no fun' is what you would say or think if you weren't just... 
>YOU WANT TO LICK IT
>YOU WANT TO JUST PULL IT IN YOUR MUZZLE AND SUCKLE IT HARD
>YOU WANT TO BATHE IN THAT MUSK
>Oh hey earrubs
>yeah this is a good consolation prize
>lyingtoyourself.friendshiplesson
>You sigh deeply
>Nope, scent's still there
>Oh he's talking
>"A-and I'm really sorry I didn't mean to do that to you I'm really sorry-"
>You mumble something
>"An- ah, what was that, Daring?"
"It's.. it's ok. It's just a reflex when startled..."
>Well look at you, suddenly sobering up
>Breathe in
>Breathe out
>His scent's still on your tongue
>Now, you're no stranger to stallion scents
>You're not just being introduced to drunken cuddles
>This is not your first time booping a dick with your muzzle
>But Luna damn it, you are...You're pretty sure you can't walk straight, and you're just getting your bearings mentally
>Flying? fuggedaboudit
>So what now?
>You sigh again. Damn, mare, you're almost as bad as a stallion in one of those romance novel series
>Not that you've ever read a romance novel series
>Or a romance novel
>....no one must ever know. It was once, the punch made you giddy, you didn't know what it was until you got to the plo-
>wait why are you justifying this to YOURSELF. Nopony will ever know, and if they do, nopony will ever find the body
>You keep breathing deep, focusing on your breath
>Closing your eyes, you can feel...him. His warmpth. Your leg must be near a major artery, because you can feel his heartbeat
>Why...why are you caring about any of this. Why are you even noticing this?
>Fuck are you actually in [spoiler]love?[/spoiler]
>Ugh this sucks.
>sails are deflatin, cap'n
>You shift a bit, tucking your wings as best you can against your body
>There's still some clearance, but it's better
>You look back up at Anon
>Hooooboy he's crimson. You'd think he was a ruby or somethin' at this rate.
>But...that expression. He really didn't know, and he's... 
>He's just as uncomfortable as you. Flustered, even.
>Buck girl, why are YOU BLUSHING TOO?
>Ok ok ok be a mare, be a mare. Buck up, put this stallion in his place, uh... uh break the ice, right? No, buck you just DID that, no, break the silen-
>"So...ah. Coffee?"
"Yescoffeewouldbegoodthanks."
>You pull back, sitting firmly on the couch cushion as he stands up
>Oh his rump is eye level with you as he walks into the kitchen
>hate to see you go but love to watch you walk away
>You look at the empty bottles of - wait, bottles?
>You have to stop having hangovers every single day, this is just not conductive to a long and healthy career
>You sit there, pondering a couple things. Namely, are you actually in love? In sappy, let-me-buy-my-stallion-gifts, *real* love?
>Maybe. That excites you. That terrifies you.

[spoiler] Meanwhile in the frigid north, hundreds of miles away and having absolutely no bearing on this story, a pink pony princess suddenly grows woozy. A guard rushes up to her, asking what's wrong. "I just felt a great disturbance in the jimmies - as if thousands were rustled at once, and then grew silent."[/spoiler]

>Ok so you're in 
>ugh you even hate thinking about it
>You're in "love". Love. Huh.
>Like... I mean, you've had other mares help you on your adventures
>Other mares you've even shared a stallion with, cause why not? S'hot
>But...they'd talk about their colts and it was like they were in another world
>colts are only good for cock
>but... oh fuck, you can start to see the appeal.
>coming home to that, burying your face in that musk as he massages your wings
>pushing him down on the floor and claiming your breeding rights
>you start tamping down your wings with an idle hoof
>Down, babies.
>Ok, so. This little excursion is getting much more complicated than you had planned
>Are you actually going to do this for the long haul? And if so, how are you going to hedge your bets on claiming him?
>I mean, sure. You've got Rainbow Dash - she's a rube, but probably a good pony. She has great tastes in heroes....
>your mind falls silent
>...wellllll aren't we just putting the cargo before the cart?
>Already planning housemare?
>Let me guess, you and Dash come home, tackling Anon right inside the doorway, de-
>A thunk of a mug hitting the table infront of you knocks you out of your SECOND daydream
>Damn mare, you got it bad.
>"Here's your coffee, Daring."
"Y-you too."
>Buck just... don't talk without coffee. Do that for me, Daring?
>Now you're blushing too.
>Take a sip. There we go, momma's getting her bearings again.
"Aaah. That's pretty good."
>"Heh. Well it's hard to fuckup hot water + coffee grounds." Anon chuckles, sitting down...next to you. 
>So he's not backing down.... ok this could mean anything, yanno
>He could love you too
>He could be wanting you to tackle him
>You look around
>Or this could be the only furniture in his living room
>Damn colt needs to have some ne-hey there we go, that's a gift idea.
>Aww, coffee. You're helping me brain again.
"You'd be surprised - a lot of colts, if they're cute or have a nice, uh. Can I just be honest here?"
>He nods. "With everything that's happened tonight, why stop now?"
>You blush hard. Damn him.
"A-ah, uh, well. A lot of colts are just into themselves. Get sexy, have a nice cock, don't be too fat or ugly - or get it magically taken care of, and they're good for life. Remember how I said it's about 4 fillies to a colt?"
>He nods again, taking a sip
"Well. We end up herding to compensate - so that one stallion will have anywhere from 3-6 mares in his herd, his family."
>"Uh, so let me stop you here. Basically, monogamy isn't a thing?"
"Mono-uh?"
>"Like, one mare, one stallion."
"VERY Rare. Usually only for royalty or political situations - heirs to the throne and all that. Common mare? She's one in a bunch."
>"Wow. Sucks to be you."
"You assume I'm a common mare."
>"Oh?" Anon smiles as he takes another sip
>Damnit Daring don't put your hoof in your mouth
>Tell him NOTHING
>You match his sip with your own
"...Anyway. It's not so bad. The Colt stays at home, minds the foals, minds the house - tends to the fields, if you have a garden or orchard. Mares go out and bring in the bits. It's all put into one pot and we all pull out of it. The colt sometimes has more sway over that pot if there are foals - what with him knowing about doctors visits, toys, the like."
>Anon tending to the foals - your foals, playing with them in the den as you pour over maps in your study
>Anon holding you close the night before you go out, rutting you one last time
>Anon writhing under you, his hands gripping your wingbases-
>"Hmm."
>Anon interrupting your THIRD DAYDREAM LUNA DAMNIT STOP MESSING WITH ME
>Ok focus
"What hmm?"
>"Mm, nothing. Just interesting how it's setup here. We had something like that - minus the herd, mind you - about 60, 70 years ago. That ended during one of our wars, and now in most instances males and females are equal."
"I guess you can do that if your population's even."
>"Eh, yeah, but let's not talk about this." Anon puts his mug down and turns to you. "What now, Daring? It's nearing midnight..."
>Oh wow yeah it is
>Damn drunken cuddles
>you miss them already
"Uh...wanna come to bed?"
>He gives you another loo-damnit!
"Sorry! Not like THAT. I mean-"
>"I know what you mean, I know. Yeah, I don't have a guest room up, so it's either the couch or the bed."
>Oh man did he just offer
>ARE YOU GONNA SCORE
>"So you pick one and I'll take the oth-"
"Bed."
>Alright
>So you've basically stolen artifacts that grant normal ponies the powers of Gods
>You've destroyed thousands of years of heritage with every temple that goes poof after you're done looting it
>You've even convinced a zebrican tribe that you were a fertility goddess
>DAMN that was a good month
>But this? 
>This beats all of that other shit hooves down
>You press your head hard into his pillow, breathing deeply
>It's like his musk, but not as heady
>har de har
>No, it's just his general scent
>You snuggle under his blankets
>also smelling like him
>your wings have been hard for 2 hours
>No sleep, but you can't clop or else he'll know
>You have a towel under your nethers just to collect anything that leaks out
>uuugh ok ok ok just... just roll around, get it all in
>You're not gonna bathe tomorrow. Or the day after
>You're gonna smell like him as long as possible, maybe spread a silent rumor around town
>Yeah, that'll work. At his place all night, walk around all day with his scent...
>You look down at the towel, somewhat moist with your own scent
>You get an idea. A terrible, awful, wonderful idea.
>All's fair in love and war. And marking territory.
>You take the towel in your hoof and gingerly run it around the mattress
>Not enough to leave a damp spot - but enough just to give it a hint of Do.
>Heh. Cause he should've done did Do.
>...yeah ok. That didn't... that didn't even sound right in your own brain.
>But it's EVERYWHERE.
>Just as planned. 
>If his nose is at all sensitive, maybe he'll get your scent, and then maybe....I dunno. At worst, he smells like you - at best, he gets aroused by your scent.