> My First Time > by The Mountaineer Brony > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > An Introduction from the Host > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...Oh! Hi there! I've been expecting you. I'm Mi Amore Cadenza, but you can call me Cadance. Princess of Love and Family, Guardian of the Crystal Empire, et cetera, et cetera. But that's not what we're here to talk about today. We're here to talk about sex. ...Well, not exactly. But, now that I have your attention! As Princess of Love, I essentially hold court over the very concept in Equestria. Now, that's not to say that I'm a full-time magical matchmaker or anything, but I definitely have done that before. Don't worry, don't worry, they came to me. I'm not some kind of omniscient goddess that gets joy from toying with ponies' hearts... ...but I do enjoy snooping. Again, I'm not omniscient. I don't have a crystal ball where I can see everypony's budding relationships or what they do behind closed doors, and I can't enter ponies' dreams like my auntie Luna. I also don't go around peering through windows like a creep, so you can rest easy there. But I do love hearing ponies talk about their lives together, how they fell in love, big romantic gestures, you know the stories. Now, I mentioned sex just a moment ago. I promise I wasn't just trying to grab your attention! Let me tell you about this crazy book I found... I was doing some tidying up around the castle the other day while Shining kept the baby occupied. I happened to make my way down into the basement and in one of the side rooms I found this little writing nook absolutely filled to the brim with old documents from hundreds of years ago, maybe even from a thousand years ago when the Crystal Empire disappeared. Buried under all these stacks of paper was a pitiful old desk, and on that desk was this book, old and leather-bound with yellowed pages, but it had this magical pinkish glow from within. I opened it up, and it the words themselves were emitting the glow! Almost as if it was written with neon pink ink! But that's not the craziest part--the book seemed to be writing itself. On one page I found words scrawling themselves before my very eyes, writing a story as it happened! No matter how many pages I turned, I couldn't reach the end of the book in either direction; the pages seemed to stretch on infinitely, the glowing words telling stories from the distant past and unceasingly scribbling out their story into the future as well! I have no idea who created this book or why, but it's magical power is immense. I can only surmise that it must have been written by a former Princess of Love, one of my predecessors from millennia past. When I flipped through some pages to actually see what was written there, I was quite surprised to find that the entire tome seemed to be dedicated to accounts of ponies' relationships, from beginning to end, with special emphasis on... shall we say, acts of intimacy. The first time a pony is ever intimate with another, there's a little gold star by the paragraph. Again, why was this artifact created? I have no idea! I haven't asked Celestia or Twilight or anypony about it yet, but I can only assume that some former Princess of Love, either as part of her duties or for her own amusement or both, decided to create this weird, magical book that keeps track of ponies' first times throughout the centuries! It's impressive, perverse, and fascinating all at once! With all that said... I have not been able to put this book down. I've started calling it the Virginomicon and I sneak away to read from it whenever I get even the slightest free moment. This definitely makes me the biggest snoop in the history of the universe, but I don't care. Some of these stories of virginal love are so sweet and innocent and just downright captivating--even the ones that are pretty naughty! I can't get enough of these tender stories, so I wanted to share them with somepony... that's why you're here. I've picked out ten of my absolute favorite stories from this book, chosen from within the last half-century so you know who all we're talking about. I think you'll find the stories of some of these colts and fillies quite charming, as have I--though, I'll be stopping these tales just short of any sexual acts. Hate to tease you like that, but it's purely for their privacy, you know? We're already violating it enough as it is, let's leave them at least a shred of it. So, make yourself comfy! Grab a seat, pour yourself a nice hot cup of tea, but don't spill any, because that's my job! Get ready to stick your nose into the business of ponies sticking their noses in each other's business! ...Was that not an obvious joke? Because they... you can... use your... okay, fine, whatever, Shining's bad puns have rubbed off on me. Let's GO! > Mayor Mare > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: The (soon-to-be) Mayor of Ponyville Age: 24 Place: Her home in Ponyville It had been a stressful month leading up to Election Day, not that every month you're on the campaign trail isn't stressful in some way. Nonetheless, Ms. Mare had shown herself to be quite the candidate, appearing at numerous events for the public, answering every question she could at town hall meetings, and kissing Celestia knows how many local babies. Of course, the fact that the platform she was running on was solid as a rock and perfectly geared to attract Ponyville's support helped, but at times it felt as though it couldn't matter less. Sometimes, it seemed, ponies just voted for whoever could talk the loudest while saying things they mildly agreed with. As the sun set that evening before the election, the prospective mayor and her campaign manager, a white-coated, purple maned unicorn older than her, pored over countless graphs and charts in the den-turned-office long after everypony else had gone home for the night. Looking over the endless strings of opinion polls, district turnouts, and other convoluted statistics, they were prepared to quite literally burn the midnight oil... mostly because it made Ms. Mare feel better. Realistically, there wasn't anything more they could do but wait for the polls to open. "Ngh... I feel like we could've campaigned harder on the southeast side of town." said the candidate, leaning on her desk as her eyes burned a hole through it. "Just because they voted along our lines last election doesn't mean they will this time. Never assume anything is certain when it comes to voter bases." "Ms. Mare, it will be fine!" said the unicorn sitting across from her. "Please relax! You know you've got the best campaign team this side of Canterlot. We've put in so much work over the past months compared to the opposition. If we don't win this election, I'll buy a new hat just to eat it." The earth pony chuckled through her nose and slowly sat back down, straightening her lavender ascot. "I suppose you may be right, Prism." she said. "If there's one thing I know I can be sure of, it's how well we've all performed this season, especially you. I can't think of anypony I'd rather have managing my election campaign." Prism allowed herself to swell with pride for a moment. "Well, I knew when we first spoke that you had what it took to win. Otherwise, I never would have accepted the offer. I'd never seen an up-and-comer like you, and I've seen a lot of first-time candidates." "And most of them crash and burn, I know, I know. That's not the first time you've told me that." The two mares shared a laugh; Prism shifted in her seat to become more comfortable, but her candidate still sat rigidly, not quite done fretting over the papers before her. "Prism... whether or not we end up winning this year... I just wanted to say thank you." "Oh?" asked the unicorn, levitating a glass of ice water to herself. "Not only have you done so much for my campaign, for my chances of winning, but... you've also become one of the best friends a pony could ever ask for." Ms. Mare looked up, brushing her bright pinkish mane from her eyes before continuing. "You helped me get settled here after I left my parents' house, you helped me with all the chaos required to even consider campaigning, you've taught me so much about politics and about life... you've been here for me whenever I needed you. I can't thank you enough for that." Prism's eyes softened and a smile spread across her face. She found herself instinctively reaching a hoof across the desk, resting it gently on her friend's cheek. "Marie..." Her voice was just above a whisper. "It... means a lot to hear that. When we met, I remembered where I was at your point in life, and how much I needed more than just a good business partner. I was determined to be as good a friend to you as I wanted somepony to be to me... I'm glad to hear that I've succeeded." Marie returned the smile, reaching a hoof up to wrap around Prism's. She hoped she didn't notice that her eyes were glistening a bit. "You're my best friend too, y'know." Prism continued. "I know." "Then please, trust me when I say it's okay to relax now. No matter what happens, filly, I'll be here for you." Marie closed her eyes and smiled again. She leaned back and pulled her legs up underneath her in the chair, sighing. "Okay, Prism. I'll relax. Or at least I'll try to." Prism rose from her seat and gave a slight giggle. "Good. Just remember, deep breaths." The earth pony took some slow breaths in and out from her seat, feeling her chest rise and fall, as the unicorn stepped over to a side table to pour her friend a glass of water. She quickly trotted back over and around the desk, and Marie gingerly took the glass from her. Prism was tall and long-legged; she stood nearly a foot taller than Marie, and was 12 years older. "Thanks." she said, and took a sip. "Not a problem." replied Prism. "It's getting pretty late, and I live across town. Mind if I crash here tonight?" "My home is always open to you, my friend." said Marie. After another sip of water, she spoke up once more. "Hey, Prism?" "Mhm?" "Do you remember that thing you did after I hurt my shoulder a couple months ago? After the farmer's market speech?" "You mean the massage?" "Yeah." she said, setting her glass down. "Could you do it again?" "Hmm... you do seem pretty tense tonight." Prism grinned. "I suppose it couldn't hurt." The elder mare carefully moved behind her friend and placed her forehooves on her petite shoulders. Marie gently sighed through her nose as Prism worked the flesh below her neck into a more relaxed state. Her ears lolled to the side as Prism rested her chin on top of her head; Marie gave an amused smile as the massage quickly evolved into a hug from the side. Now in closer proximity to her friend, Prism's eyes perked up as she detected an interesting scent that didn't match Ms. Mare's usual floral perfume. "...You're on your heat, aren't you?" she asked gently. Marie's eyes popped open and her ears shot up. Instinctively, her knees met in front of her, and she turned her head slightly to look at Prism, who was still rubbing her shoulders. She was a little embarrassed, true, but she played it off with a chuckle. "All of that stress couldn't have come from the election?" Prism chuckled in return, shifting back and returning her attention to Marie's shoulders. "Well, let's just say that I've been around long enough to sense these things on the air. Pheromones and such." "Uh huh." Marie turned her eyes away, unsure where to look. "It's a curse, isn't it?" "Hmm, sometimes." Prism smiled coyly. "There are ways to make it pass a little easier." "Heh, yeah." Marie chuckled, rolling her eyes. "If I could even get an hour alone with my own hooves nowadays." "Mmm... well..." Prism leaned down to whisper in her ear. "It's even nicer when it's somepony else's hoof." "Pfft, yeah, but I..." Marie stopped herself when she felt the gentle, hot breath in her ear. She quickly re-analyzed the statement and spun her chair around to look at Prism. "Prism, what do... uh... are you..." The unicorn simply giggled. Marie was silent for a moment. "Huh." She finally said. "I never imagined you as..." Her voice trailed off, but Prism just smiled and shrugged. "You never asked." At the time, same-sex relations were far from taboo in Equestria, but it was still viewed as a bit odd--perhaps quirky was the better word--in small rural towns like Ponyville. Regardless, sexual topics of any kind were generally seen as something not meant for casual discussion. "And, uh..." Prism glanced at her hooves briefly before looking back up. "...What about you?" Marie was too flustered to answer. Her face wasn't upset, fortunately for Prism, but moreso a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. "The reason I ask..." Prism continued, "...is, uh... well... you need help relaxing. I... can help with that." After another awkward pause, Prism cleared her throat and mustered her confidence. "I, uh, ahem... I've done this before, Marie, with other mares... I like to think I know what I'm doing. It would be fun, for both of us. But before you say you don't want to ruin our friendship, I understand that... and we don't have to. I'm just proposing one night, the two of us, just a friend doing a favor for a friend. And then, the next day, back to normal; just friends and professionals." Marie's face was bright red at this point, her mouth somewhere between a flat line and a nervous smile. In truth, she'd never spent much time thinking about who or what turned her on, but she was feeling very turned on at the moment. The past few years of her life had been spent preparing for a career in public service... but her body was telling her now would be a great time to start exploring this facet of herself. And, though she wouldn't know it until later, her heart was telling her the same thing. "I... uh..." Marie stared at her own hooves, the heat on her forehead building to rival that between her flanks. Prism stood there, holding a gentle smile that seemed to light up the night. "I... c-can't deny, Prism... I-I'm... rather tempted by your offer..." Prism put a hoof on her friend's shoulder, but was careful to give her enough breathing room. "You're a good, close friend, Marie... and I want to do this for you. I can't make you do it, but if you decide you want to, I'll be here." Prism slowly cantered away, and Marie's eyes followed. The unicorn's purple tail swayed in just such a way as to allow a brief glimpse of the parts it concealed. "I'll be getting ready for bed." But before Prism could exit the room, she heard the sudden noise of a chair rolling across the floor and papers on a desk rustling. "Prism, wait." The elder mare turned to see Marie standing atop her desk, pinkish mane covering half her face dramatically. Without a word, the little earth pony hopped down, trotted across the floor, put a hoof to Prism's face, and locked her in a kiss. Prism pulled her in close with her hooves and gave herself fully into the lip-lock; excited, frustrated little noises came from her partner as their tongues met for the first time, but definitely not the last. Using her magic, she carefully undid the ascot around Marie's neck and draped it on a nearby table. After a few moments, Marie broke off the kiss, and it was the best one she'd ever had... except for the even longer one that followed it. In a few minutes, she begrudgingly broke it off as well, looking Prism in the face. They both wore serious expressions, fully ready to commit to whatever happened next. "Y-You've been in this business longer than me, Prism..." Marie said, her voice and her hooves trembling with excitement. She turned and trotted back over to her desk. "You know what it means to be a pony-pleaser..." Marie dramatically cleared her desk with a hoof, careless of all the clutter adorning it; even her clock and inkwell took a tumble. She threw her upper half across the surface, stood on her hoof-tips, and flicked her tail to the side, revealing herself to the world. Her body was more than ready. "Teach me what that means." > Photo Finish > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Photo Finish Age: 18 Place: A studio in Bridleberg "All right, class. You've done an excellent job today." The teacher's voice sounded about the studio as the model stepped down off her catwalk, careful not to ruffle her dress. The various students proceeded to pack up their belongings--sketchpads, cameras, and other such accoutrements. "This weekend would be an excellent time to study for the upcoming test." He continued. "In the meantime, continue to practice your camerawork and expand your portfolios. Now... would anypony like to volunteer to stay late and clean up?" Truthfully, the proposal had been less of a question and more of a command. The photography class rented this space on good will, so it was always customary to have somepony stay late and put everything back where it belonged. It was a lengthy process, but it kept the class in the good graces of the studio's owner. A powder blue hoof shot up from among the crowd. It belonged to a young mare with ambitious dreams in fashion photography. Though she wasn't yet known across Equestria, she'd already started crafting her own unmistakable style: perfectly cut bangs and a flared skirt, though the pink glasses would come later. "I'll do it." said Photo Finish. The prospect of cleaning up seemed more appealing than an evening spent studying over takeout. "I'll help her." came another voice. Photo turned her head to spy a dashing young lad named Chroma, a purple unicorn with a fiery mane, who likewise had a passion for fashion. The two shared a brief, sly smile; over the course of the semester, it had become clear to these two that there was a mutual attraction between each other, and, while it hadn't gone farther than some flirtatious exchanges, Photo Finish definitely liked flirting with him. "Very well. Ms. Finish, Mr. Chroma," the teacher said, "you two will clean up the studio for us this evening." The two spent more time talking than actively focusing on cleanup, and so it was nearly night by the time they were anywhere near finished. Photo liked spending time with Chroma--not only was he knowledgeable about photography, fashion, and modeling, he had a genuine, friendly aura about him, as well as a good sense of humor. He knew how to make Photo laugh rather easily, but whenever she did, she always laid it on just a little bit more, since she knew that stallions liked fillies who thought they were funny. Whenever they exchanged glances, she'd toss her mane in a playful way and get a little smile out of him. She hoped that her deep purple eyes were as compelling to him as his were to her, two bright lenses of blue. "Well... I guess we're almost done, Chroma." The mare said with a lilt in her voice as she finished folding several chairs. "Yeah." replied Chroma, pushing a cart into storage before trotting back out. "Sort of a shame that class goes by so quickly. It's a real joy to watch you with a camera, you know." Photo blushed slightly and ran a hoof over her camera case. "Aw, well... you're pretty great too, you know. I think you've got a bright future in this field." "I appreciate the thought." Chroma smiled back. "But your outfit designs always turn out far better. I mean, look--you designed and made the dress you're wearing right now! I can barely manage a vest." He humbly brushed some dirt off his collar with a hoof. "Someday, all the ponies in Canterlot will line up to see your latest fashions, Photo. And you can be sure I'll be among them." Photo Finish wasn't sure how to respond, so she simply smiled. Her hoof went to her chest, vainly hoping to conceal that her heart was on fire. "You know," Chroma continued "the big studio lights are the last thing to put away. Maybe you'd like to model for me before we do? I could use some practice with different light sources anyhow." The young mare's eyes widened instinctually, and her ears perked up. He was asking her to model for him? Sure, she'd modeled on the catwalk before, but that was in front of the whole class. This was much more... intimate. "...Okaay..." she replied in a mixed tone of awkwardness and enthusiasm. Photo took to the catwalk and strutted down it like a proper supermodel, blind to the lights and the audience, striking confident poses to show off her work. Chroma's shutter clicked all the while; he'd occasionally suggest a pose to strike, but for the most part, it was up to Photo. The colt would occasionally adjust the intensity of the large lights on either side of the stage, varying the way his subject was illuminated. "Keep it up, Photo! These are turning out great!" "Hehe... am I a good model, then?" "Of course! You know how to work the catwalk!" "Ah, I know I do. Next time, maybe you can get up here and strut." The photography session went on for several minutes, and both model and photographer felt the artistic spirit flowing through them. Chroma would encourage her to shine for the camera, and Photo would oblige with myriad positions to catch the eye. While striking a rather dynamic pose, Photo's rear hoof happened to knock into one of the little lightbulbs lining the edge of the catwalk, jarring it loose from its socket. "...Oh! Whoops, one second, Chroma." As Photo Finish turned her back and leaned down to fix the bulb, however, she was surprised by a sudden noise. *click* Jumping back upright, she spun on her hooves to look at Chroma with an accusatory smile. He simply shrugged as if nothing was wrong. "You perv! Did you take a picture of my rear just now?" Photo asked amid her own laughter. "I saw a beautiful shot and simply had to take it." Chroma said, his smile barely able to hold back a chuckle of his own. Photo wasn't at all upset, and they both could tell it. What Chroma didn't know was how the illicit snapshot made Photo feel inside. Something about having her most vulnerable, private side exposed to the camera was... exhilarating. Not least because he was the one photographing her. Her cheeks began to turn pink, and her heart started beating faster. She lidded her eyes at Chroma and gave him a welcoming smile. "...Hmm... very well, then..." She took a few steps back up the runway. "Chroma, do you know what I think would make your photographs a lot better?" "What would that be?" he asked. Photo carefully lowered her flanks to the catwalk, her upper body sprawled out across it. With a sultry look in her eyes, she slowly raised her right hindleg high into the air, splaying open her skirt and revealing her tender flesh to him. "If they had more exposure." Chroma's face immediately contorted in surprise. It didn't take him long to catch her drift, though; his eyes still wide, he raised his camera once more and began snapping pictures of Photo's marehood. She smiled like never before. Eventually, she slipped out of her dress completely as the photos became more provocative. The two worked in tandem to turn Photo's nude body into art of the most sublime sort, a kind neither had worked with before but were both extremely eager to experiment with. The poses Photo assumed and the tone of Chroma's voice as he encouraged her grew more intense as they both became increasingly aroused. Photo wasn't sure if she could finish the shoot without her heart exploding, and Chroma, while fixated on his dazzling model, became increasingly aware of his own body's response to her presentation. As the colt's cheering became more intense, Photo found herself moving closer to him, as if wanting to negate the camera's zoom in order to give him the closeup they both desired. Eventually, the little blue mare was right up at the edge of the catwalk, her thighs spread eagle, when the camera emitted a different sort of clicking. They'd used up the roll of film. As Chroma slowly lowered his camera, setting it gently upon the floor, he and Photo locked eyes and didn't break their gaze. Both of them were breathing intensely, and they were both intimately aware of how exposed Photo's body was. The two artists were barely a foot apart, reading into each other's eyes what they couldn't say with words. Finally, Chroma pounced forward, eagerly putting his hooves on Photo's shoulders. She did the same, pulling him into a heavy, lustful kiss. He pulled her body close to his, and he took her right there in the studio.