"No!" Sunny Starscout exclaimed, "Every pony needs to hear this, everything you believe about pegasai and unicorns is wrong! They used to be our friends, and can be again."
"Hay we don't need any of that around here"
"Boo get off the stage"
"Sunny your just embarrassing yourself"
"Its quite sad realy" Phyllis smirked as she walked past Sunny, "Now where were we, oh yeah the presentation! Toot, Sweet, you two can wrap things up here. And you darling " Phyllis said gesturing to Anon who was sitting on a bench wrapped in a blanket and wearing a crudely constructed green paper mâché pony head as a disguise, "Somepony promised me a quickie and it better be smooth-" Phillis clasped a hoof over her mouth and blushed, hoping nopony caught that Freudian slip, "I mean somepony promised me a smoothie and it better be quick!"
Anon let the blanket fall from his shoulders as he rose to his full height, easily double that of even the tallest pony, and began wading through the crowd of ponies that were begining to leave the now ruined Canterlogic presentation, in search of his marefriend's missing smoothie, his paper mâché pony disguise wobbling back and forth with every step that he took.
Phyllis rolled her eyes at Anon's antics as she started galloping up the stairs towards her office above the presentation floor. She'd told him that he didn't need a disguise, ponies are normally an accepting bunch just as long as he wasn't a unicorn or a Pegasus he should be fine... probably. Phyllis was beginning to break a sweat as she bounded up the last couple of steps two at a time untill she reached the top and burst through her office door, if she hurried she would have a few moments to decide on a sexy pose before Anon got there with her smoothie-
"Sluuurrpppppppp!" Anon was already in her office slurping loudly on his own smoothie "These are pretty good, I got you one, hope you don't mind that it's strawberry"
Phyllis stared at Anon in disbelief "How in the world did you get up here before me?"
Anon offered Phyllis her smoothie and hitched a thumb over his shoulder and said, "Elevator".
Phyllis placed her smoothie on the table by the door. There was only one thick creamy drink on her mind just then and she had it on tap. She forcefully pushed Anon against the glass wall of her office and expertly undone his pants with her dexterous mouth. After yanking his pants down to his knees Phyllis gently nuzzled his semi erect length with her soft, fuzzy muzzle and inhaled his manly musk. Phyllis stared in awe as Anon's dick pulsed with every beat of his heart as his monolithic member grew to the epic proportions that Phyllis was so very fond of.
Meanwhile, down on the presentation floor, the pony tasked with janitorial duty snapped his mop in half in a fit of rage, this was the third time this week that he would have to scrub Anon's greasy ass prints from that window.
Phyllis braced herself against Anon's thighs and let her hot breath wash over his turgid member before giving it's underside a tentative lick from base to tip. Anon gently stroked Phyllis's furry cheek as he admired her beauty. Phyllis was eager to get to the business of choking herself half to death (metaphorically, not actually) on Anon's massive meat stick but she suposed that she could indulge Anon just this once so she put on her best 'use me as your little pony cum dumpster' face and looked up into the cold soulless eyes of the paper mâché pony mask that Anon was still wearing.
"Anon dear, take off that silly mask its killing the mood" Phyllis deadpanned hoping that Anon would quit goofing around and finally get with the program of giving her the 'D'.
"Awe... but it's fun" Anon pouted as he took off the paper pony head.
Phyllis rolled her eyes and with a sly grin said, "If you'd rather play with a paper pony head than get head from a proper pony then that's fine by me".
Anon had spent hours working on his paper mâché masterpiece, but never even gave it a second thought as he chucked it across the room towards the waste basket like a pro basketball star going for a three point shot. The paper mâché pony head sailed gracefully through the air and impacted with the rim of the waste basket knocking it over and spilling its contents across the floor.
"Oh, come on!" the angry janitor pony shouted as he heard the waste basket spill. He seriously didn't get payed enough for this horse shit.
Now that Phyllis had Anons full and undivided attention she could get back to the task at hoof, greedily gobbling that giant green cock! In one smooth motion Phyllis had swallowed the entirety of Anons swollen girth down to the base. She was certain that there was a visible bulge in her throat as she gagged on Anons fat dick, well not realy gagging since ponies don't actually have a gag reflex. Phyllis bobbed her head back and forth repeatedly as she frantically fellated Anon, forcing her mouth that far open was already making her jaw sore, her tongue was tired and she knew that she would have to come up for air soon, but she just couldn't help herself his dick was just that good!
Anon folded his hands behind his head, he desperately wanted to run his fingers through his pretty pink partners gorgeous mane but he knew she had spent hours at the salon that morning ensuring that it was perfect for her presentation. Phyllis sucked dick like a pro but Anon was starting to worry, he was pretty sure that Phyllis was starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen so with a loud 'POP' he pulled his dick free of Phyllis's varocious mouth.
Phyllis gasped for air and fell backwards onto her haunches with a wet 'plap' the wetness of her arousal leaving a permanent
stain on the carpet of her office floor, it was a good thing Anon had stopped her otherwise she might have blacked out... again.
Anon scooped Phyllis up in his arms and carried her over to her desk and was about to shove everything from off the top onto the floor so that he could properly pound that pink pony pussy, when Phyllis stopped him, She leapt from his arms and said "neat piles, inside the drawers please, but hurry, 'cause momma needs some of that big green dick!" and the two of them frantically cleared Phyllis's desk before continuing their amorous activities.
With Phyllis now on the desk as originally planned, Anon began peppering her neck with kisses and Phyllis placed her hooves on Anons broad shoulders and gently nibbled his ear which she knew always sent a shiver up Anon's spine. This was nice, but Anon had other plans.
Anon slowly slipped out of Phyllis's hooves and buried his face in her chest floof, she was warm and soft and her scent... Anon could never quite put his finger on exactly what it was that she smelled like... but wow, it was making his head swim. He would stay just like this forever if he could, but he was a man on a mission. Phyllis squirmed as he left a trail of kisses down her stomach and all the way down to her perky little pony titts.
Anon smiled, Phyllis had great Titts (for a pony). They were tiny little pink globes nestled between her hind legs, each one topped with its own perky little nipple. They were barely even a handful for Anon, like two pink cupcakes with little cherries on top. But what they lacked in size (lets not forget that these babies are massive by pony standards) they more than made up for in sensitivity. Phyllis let out a loud moan and arched her back as Anon gently brushed the tips of his fingers across her nipples, she loved having her breasts played with almost as much as Anon loved playing with them and maybe even more so.
With a devilish grin Anon rubbed his face firmly against Phyllis's boobs and relentlessly motorboated her. 'blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub!' Phyllis clamped her thighs around Anons head and squealed like a banshee. The two of them were both panting for breath by the time Anon had finally relented.
Phyllis looked yearnfully at Anon "enough foreplay Anon, can't you see I need you inside me, right now!"
It was true Phyllis was positively drenched and her liquid arousal was beginning to pool on the desk beneath her.
Anon leaned over the desk, and planting his hands on either side of Phyllis, he gently prodded her velvety vulva with his girthy green appendage. Phyllis was tight, and I mean like USDA select super choice grade A +++ tight, and Anon's dick was like a tee ball bat. It never failed to blow Anons mind at just how stretchy Phyllis's pretty pink pony pussy was. Anon had barely even penetrated Phyllis's luscious love tunnel half of an inch when her cooch clasped so tightly around his member that it sprang free of her silky confines and ricocheted off her little love button. This elicited a loud moan from Phyllis as she came like a firehose and painted Anons crotch with an ample amount of her viscous vaginal secretions. This of course did nothing to discourage Anon, in fact it only spurred him on as he attacked Phyllis's silken depths with renewed vigor.
Anon lined himself up with Phyllis's dripping snatch once more and finally, slowly sank into her soft, warm inviting depths inch after magnificent inch, and Phyllis braced herself against Anon's masculine chest as she slowly stretched to accommodate his invading length. Once Anon had buried his bone as deep as it would go he paused for a moment to let Phyllis acclimate.
Phyllis fanned herself with a hoof, " Thank you Anon, your such a gentleman. I haven't felt this full since... Well, last time we did this."
Once Phyllis had caught her breath she gave a little wiggle and nodded for Anon to continue. Anon began slowly thrusting into the tight wet confines of Phyllis's meat cave, and as he increased tempo a constant 'plap, plap, plap,' could be heard echoing in the privacy of Phyllis's office as Anons pendulus nut sack repeatedly impacted with Phyllis's tightly puckered ponut.
Gasping for breath, Phyllis placed a hoof on Anon's chest signaling him to slow down "we need to change positions Darling, you're giving my cervix a black eye" Phyllis said, still panting. Gently twisting Anons dick that was still deep inside of her, she slowly rolled over onto her stomach so that her hind legs dangled off the edge of the desk. Now with Phyllis's tail curled over her back and out of the way, Anon could grab a big double handfull of her firm supple asscheeks, his fingers sinking ever so slightly into her soft jiggly flesh.
Anon gave a gentle thrust pulling out almost entirely before slowly ramming himself back inside her warm inviting depths. Phyllis's heart skipped a beat and a jolt of electricity traveled up her spine all the way to her brain, it was like a tiny messenger pony inside of her brain had slammed a newspaper down on her mind's editorial desk, the headline read 'THIS Is It! We Found The Perfect Angle'
In this new position Anon had all the leverage he needed to deliver powerful thrust after thrust to Phyllis's hungry, drooling snatch, and he was hitting all of her 'G' spots. Phyllis was wracked by orgasm after orgasm after wonderful orgasm, as Anon's meaty balls constantly collided with her continuously winking clit, and it wasn't long before she became a drooling pile of goo, a serene expression of bliss plastered over her face, her tongue hung out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back, her hooves dug shallow furrows in the wood of her desk as she hung on for dear life as Anon conducted the fuck train full speed past penetration station and all the way to pound town!
Sweat beaded on Anons brow and he scrunched up his face, he was close, dangerously close. He couldn't cum inside of Phyllis, neither one of them was certain whether or not Anon could get her pregnant so they had decided to abstain from creampies, at least until they found out for sure, because neither of them wanted to even accidentally risk another Sprout. And Phyllis was in no condition to swallow his load as she teetered in and out of consciousness. He would love to cum all over her back and see her in a glistening coating of his seed, but that took hours to get it all out of her fur and she had a press conference that she absolutely could not cancel, in, Anon looked at the clock on the wall, less than forty minutes!
sprout ran up the stairs towards his mother's office and threw open the door which impacted with the small table launching Phillis's smoothie across the room to splatter across the wall and bouncing the door back to slam in Sprouts face.
Anon reluctantly pulled out of Phyllis's warm inviting depths and reached in vain for the waste basket that was tipped over and spilled across the floor, out of time and out of options and at the very edge of his endurance, Anon erupted like a geyser all over the ceiling of Phyllis's office.
Phyllis jumped shakily to her hooves startled from being interupted mid coitus, as Sprout re-opened the door rubbing his snout "Mommy come quic- Ewww mommy, again?" Sprout asked, disgusted "didn't you two just do this during breakfast this morning?"
"It's eleven forty five sweetums, breakfast was a long time ago, momma has needs" Phyillis said, wiping away some of her sticky love nectar from the inside of her thighs with a hoof-full of paper napkins and tossed them on Anons lap as he sat sprawled out in her office chair, his slick member slowly softening as he gasped for breath.
Sprout fumed as he surveyed the devastation that was once his mother's office with disgust. Pink slime covered the walls, trash was spilled across the floor and Anons smelly splooge dripped from the slow turning ceiling fan in the center of the room. This was all stupid Anon's fault. Sure, Sprout couldn't remember a time when his mother had ever been happier but this wasn't about her this was about his precious foalhood memories. Sprout could still remember when he would play quietly with his toys, just over there were Anons stinky cum was now raining down on the carpet, while his beloved mommy would work on her inventions and marketing strategies late into the night. Now just like his breakfast table it was all ruined by Anon and his big dumb wiener.
Suddenly Sprout remembered why he even came here in the first place, "Mommy, you have to come quickly, the unicorns are attacking"
Phyllis bolted down the stairs, she had to find Toot and Sweet quick and they had to get the new splat-apaults up and running. She had to protect the inocent ponies of Maretime Bay! There was no way that she was going to lose her beloved Anon to some mind controling, dick gurgling, unicorn cock slut!
Anon was casually adjusting his necktie as he stepped out of the elevator from Phyllis's office just as the janitor was pushing his cart full of cleaning supplies inside, "hey man, sorry about the mess up there. I'll put the moves on your boss and see if I can convince her to give you a raise and uhh... maybe some paid vacation too" Anon said, giving the pony's mane a tussle.
The angry janitor pony was ready to sock Anon in the gut a moment ago, but as the soothing elevator music played, he thought to himself that maybe that Anon guy wasn't so bad after all... that was, of course before the elevator doors opened and he found jizz dripping from the ceiling.
Phyllis lay in her bed in the dark staring up at the ceiling still wearing her trademark eyeglasses. Her beautiful crystal blue eyes sparkled in the dim light that filtered in from the hallway through her bedroom door that was just slightly open. "Anon... do you think I'm a bad pony?"
"What?" Anon asked, raising his head from between her ample thighs, were moments ago he was busy tongue tickling her juicy pink pony pussy. "No, of course not, why would you even ask that?"
"Well earlier today, when the unicorn was-" Phyllis paused for a moment to make hoof quotes in the air,"-'Attacking' she didn't really seem like much of a threat, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all afternoon. What if crazy old Argyle was right? What if everything we've been told for generations, and even the very foundation of everything I've built the Canterlogic company on has all just been A lie?"
Anon scootched up the bed until he was eye level with Phyllis, "I guess it could be, I don't really know, I've never even seen a unicorn before today, I suppose its possible that they're all harmless, but then again, that horn did look pretty sharp, too bad Sunny wrecked today's presentation and then ran off with the only pony that we could ask."
Phyllis pressed her back into Anon's chest and assumed the 'little spoon' position as he wrapped his arms around her. "yeah it's a little frightening thinking about what those two might be up to out there... I think that I'd sleep better if I talk with Sheriff Hitch."
Anon rolled out of bed and grabbed his boxer's from the floor "wait for me I'm coming too!" Anon said as he searched about the dimly lit room for the rest of his discarded articles of clothing.
"No, I think it's probably best if I go alone this time." Phyllis said as she carefully re-applied her lipstick in the vanity mirror "I tend to get-"
"Distracted?" Anon interupted, as he hopped up and down on one foot desperately trying to get his other foot in the appropriate leg hole of his plaid boxer shorts.
"I was going to say aroused, but we can go with distracted if you want." Phyllis shamelessly flirted and blew anon a kiss as she walked out the door.
Moments after Phyllis left the telephone rang.
"Cloverleaf residence, this is Anon speaking... oh the Doctor from the fertility clinic you say... what are you doing working this late... terrible news you say... what do you mean doc, this is great news! Wait till I tell Phyllis she's gonna be so happy. We gotta celebrate! Thanks again doc... yeah, yeah, good bye doc." Anon hung up the receiver and danced a little jig "Phyllis is gonna flip when she finds out!" Anon put on his jacket and straightened his necktie in the mirror, and hurried out the door after Phyllis eager to tell her the good news.
The sun was starting to set on Maretime Bay as Phyllis plodded her way from her home in the residential district towards Sheriff Hitch's office in the middle of town, her mind heavy with thoughts of unicorns and pegasai lurking just out of sight in the long shadows cast by the slowly setting sun. Her life's work revolved around keeping the ponys of Maretime Bay safe, but she couldn't help but wonder were they ever realy in any danger in the first place?
She couldn't help but remember when Anon first arrived in Maretime Bay.....
Phyllis Cloverleaf rummaged through her closet searching for her skin tight black catsuit, the one she kept just in case she might ever have to perform some good old fashioned industrial espionage.
Last night A strange ship had washed ashore just up the coast from Maretime Bay, Sheriff Holiday had already come back from investigating it and told everypony that it wasn't dangerous and there was nothing to worry about.
Hmpf! Nothing to worry about she thought to herself as she squeezed into her catsuit, easy for him to say, he's not a single parent trying to raise a foal by himself. Besides, that old kook wouldn't know dangerous if it grabbed him by the beard and sat on his face. Phyllis had to give the catsuit an extra hard tug to get it up over her ass, Unff, I don't remember this thing fitting this tight the last time i wore it. she thought to herself as she gave the stubborn article of clothing one last tug before it finaly slipped up over her plump bottom. She neatly tucked her mane up under a black knit hat and grabbed her flashlight, Her baby boy Sprout was sleeping over at his little friend Hitch's house, so tonight Phyllis intended to go off and do a little investigating of her own.
Phyllis wasn't quite as slender as she had been when she was younger, having a foal has a sneaky way of adding a couple of pounds (in all the right places) that could be particularly difficult to shed without the most grueling of exercise routines, but she was still a very athletic pony and the trip up the coast didn't take more than an hour at the most.
It was especially dark that night as the crescent moon only occasionally peeked out from behind the dense clouds that littered the night sky. Phyllis quietly creapt over the grassy sand dunes of the beach untill she could finally see the mysterious stranded ship, it was low tide and the ship had run aground in a sandbar, it looked like it should pretty easily dislodge itself once the tide came in. The soul occupant of the ship, the 'Anonymous' person, thing that Sherrif Holiday had said seemed like a 'pretty chill guy' was currently roasting marshmallows over a driftwood campfire, at first glance he didn't seem very malicious, but even so, Phyllis still intended to sneak aboard his boat and have a little look around just to be sure.
Old truck tires hung from ropes over the sides of the boat, but they were much too high for Phyllis to reach, even if she were able to jump high enough to reach one there was no way she would be able to climb the rest of the way over the edge, the hull was just too slippery for her hooves to get a grip on. The only way onto the ship was the gangplank that was easily within view of the campfire. Luckily the Anonymous had its back to it, so sneaking onboard shouldn't be too difficult as long as she didn't noisily clomp her hooves all the way to the top.
Phyllis quietly snuck up the gangplank and into the boats cabin. It was dark inside and what little moonlight there was could hardly illuminate the cramped cabin through the boats small round port holes. Phyllis was glad that she had brought her flashlight with her, it would make searching for any indication that Anonymous might be up to no good so much easier. She pulled out a drawer accidentally spilling its contents onto the floor with a loud clatter, she hoped that Anonymous didn't hear all the noise she was making over the quiet crackle of his campfire as she hurriedly scooped it's contents back inside. She opened cabinets, peered into boxes and inside of the closet, but it wasn't until she looked under the matress that Phyllis had hit the jackpot.
It was a thick magazine with the glossy picture of an Anonymous on the cover, but this one was different, not like the one just outside next to the campfire, this one had a long wavy blond mane and it wore a ballcap backwards on its head and it's blank question mark face was blowing a huge bubblegum bubble. On its chest were huge globes of green flesh barely concealed by a small white shirt that was clearly six sizes to small, it sat on its bottom in a way that one might see up its tight denim skirt if it weren't for the way it was holding its hands in the way. Curious, Phyllis opened the magazine to look inside, but quickly tossed it down to the floor in surprise like it were some kind of venomous reptile she had picked up by mistake. Inside there were more pictures. Provocative pictures that left nothing to the imagination. Pictures of the Anonymous on the cover and other girls, yes they were without a doubt girls, Phyllis was familiar enough with her own female anatomy to recognize it on a creature even as alien as an Anonymous. They had no tails and the bizarre placement of their breasts was a little off putting, but they still had unmistakably wide foal bearing hips, pretty eyes and soft feminine curves. Phyllis mustered up the courage to carefully flip through the pages, she was captivated by the beauty and gracefulness of the models within. She couldn't help but imagine herself in such poses, could it be possible that a creature like Anonymous could find a mare like her attractive?
Phyllis tried to shake the thought from her head. Had it realy been that long since she had been with a stallion? Why was she even having these thoughts? It was that dumb magazine. It was clearly to blame, she just had to put it back were she found it, go home to her little Sprout and forget that any of this nonsense ever happened.
But she was too late as Anonymous could be heard walking up the gangplank quietly humming a tune to himself.
Phyllis panicked! she was trapped, Anonymous was blocking the only exit! She had to find a way out quick! The port holes! It would be a tight squeeze but she had to try, it was her only chance to escape.
Phyllis' flashlight clatterd noisily to the deck along with Anons magazine as she struggled to climb out through the port hole, she didn't have any trouble with her front half, but the fabric of her catsuit bunched up around her hips rendering her bottom end hopelessly stuck and completely at the mercy of the big green lumbering goon. Phyllis braced herself for whatever might happen next as she heard the door slowly creaked open and Anonymous step inside still quietly humming to himself.
'click' Anonymous turned on the electric lights to find a dangling blond tail and ponys bottom wrapped in tight black fabric blocking his window. Not completely certain that what he was seeing was even real he walked over and gave its left buttcheek a hard poke with his finger.
"EEEEP"!!! Phyllis gave a loud squeal and struggled once more to free herself from the cramped confines of the round port hole, her hind legs kicking at the empty air behind her, fruitless in her effort to escape.
Yeah, it was real alright.
Anonymous opened another port hole and stuck his head out "hello there little pony friend, i didn't realize I had another visitor. You seem to be stuck" then with a big smile he stuck his hands through the port hole and wiggled his fingers, "Need a hand?"
Phyllis couldn't believe it, she had been caught red hooved sneaking aboard his boat and rummaging through his things and this big dumb goof-ball's first instinct was to help her get unstuck. Who was it that said chivalry was dead?
Anonymous ducked back inside and reached his arms around Phyllis's waist to pull her free. One of his hands grabbed onto one of her breasts and he gave it an experimental squeeze, once he finally realized what it was that he was groping he jerked his hand away like he had just grabbed a red hot iron.
This of course only sent a jolt of electricity up Phyllis's spine that made her wonder what else that he could do with those hands of his.
Anonymous stuck his head back out of the port hole to apologize "I am sorry about that ma'am, I didn't realize that you were a lady. I don't think there's any way I can help you without grabbing more of your girly bits, maybe I should go get help. I don't suppose you have a pony ambulance or fire department do you?"
"you can't leave me like this! It would take hours for them to get here" Phyllis shouted, "look we're both consenting adults here, just put on your big boy pants, grab my 'girly bits', and pull already." Anonymous snapped her a salute and disappeared back inside where Phyllis could hear him pacing back and forth behind her, trying to decide exactly how to go about grabbing her and pulling her out with the least amount of sexual assault.
Phyllis knocked on the hull of the boat to get Anonymous's attention and he quickly stuck his head back out the port hole, "look", Phyllis said, "I can tell that your a little hung up on the social boundaries that polite society has thrust upon us and I hope that it's just because you're a gentlecolt and not that you find me repulsive because I'm a pony. But I'm still stuck in a wall and I need you to stop sitting on the fence and put your hands on my butt and give me a push, I promise i won't make it wierd... Ok."
"Ok... I'm just gonna give you a little push, no funny business I promise." Anon said, just before ducking his head back inside. Anon stood behind the pony stuck in his window trying not to admire the ample roundness of her plump ass as he placed his hands on her pert butt cheeks. His fingers sunk into her soft supple flesh untill they were nearly enveloped, like a warm, living, memory foam matress. He tried not to think about all of the terrible 'stuck' porn that he had seen as he gave her a firm push...
"Riiippp!!!" Phyllis's catsuit ripped right up the middle exposing everything as Anon tumbled forward and accidentally planted his face right against Phyllis's hot winking snatch. Phyllis brought both of her hooves up to cover her face in a double facepalm. There was no way she was ever getting out of this port hole tonight.
Anon just stood there dumbstruck... until he slowly peeled his face away from her mare bits, long strings of viscous mare arousal still sticking to his cheek until they finaly sagged and broke dribbling onto the floor. "You promised me that you weren't gonna make this wierd..." Anon just stood there for a moment completely mesmerized by the sight of Phyllis's tail curled over her back and her constantly winking marehood just dripping female juices onto the floor, untill he was finally able to wrench his eyes away. He quickly threw a towel over her, grabbed some oven mitts, wrapped his arms around her waist and gave one mighty tug, finally pulling her free of the port hole. The two of them tumbled to the floor, the pony still wrapped in Anon's arms, still dripping her viscous vaginal fluids onto his chest. For a while the two of them just layed there panting quietly in each others embrace...
After a while it was Anon who finally spoke up, "You'll probably want to go home now..."
Phyllis just layed there in silence, clinging to Anon's chest, lost in the sound of his beating heart... "Do, do you want me to go home?...."
Anon just lay there, silently thinking.... "Unless you'd rather stay..."
This time it didn't take Phyllis long to answer "yes, I think I'd like to stay... as long as it's ok with you..."
Anon sat up softly spilling Phyllis off from his chest and gently onto the floor "I'm going to go take a shower, I'm filthy" he said, peeling the sticky shirt from his chest and tossing it into a dirty laundry hamper. "My shower realy isn't very spacious but your welcome to join me if you'd like."
Phyllis leapt to her hooves, she was a little sweaty from her jog up the coast, but mostly she was eager for an opportunity to find out what Anon looked like under those cargo shorts he was wearing.
Anon wasn't joking about how small his shower was, it would have been impossible for both of them to take a shower together, so they took turns. Anon first, and then Phyllis. Phyllis realy wanted to get a peek at what Anon's dick looked like, but he hopped into the shower and slid the door shut before she had the chance to get a good look. She did however get a good look at those sculpted glutes of his, and she didn't mind that he had no tail. Let's just say that that image will live rent free in Phyllis's brain forever. Anon wasn't long in the shower, but as soon as he opened the door the room filled with steam and Phyllis's glasses fogged up instantly, depriving her of a second chance to see Anon's package. By the time she had cleared the fog from her glasses Anon had already wrapped a towel tightly around his waist.
Anonymous set out a couple of towels for her to use and even managed to find her A new tooth brush, and an old hair dryer that judging by its accumulation of dust clearly hadn't been used in years. "Feel free to use as much of my soap and shampoo as you like, sorry that I don't have anything more feminine, but if you told me this morning that I'd be entertaining a female guest I would have laughed" and then he just quietly slipped ot of the tiny bathroom and closed the door behind him leaving Phyllis to her privacy.
Phyllis sat in the shower her head awash with conflicting thoughts as the warm water cascaded over her body, one part of her brain, the logical part, said she should just clop one out so she could finally get all of these lewd thoughts out of her head, get a good night's sleep and head back home in the morning and pretend that none of this ever even happened, but a more whimsical and feminine part of her brain kept asking does he find me attractive? Of course the logical part of her brain just didn't have an off switch and had to suggest, well why don't you just ask him? It was then that Phyllis remembered that she was a strong, beautiful, intelligent, confident mare and that was exactly what she was going to do. She was going to ask Anonymous if he found her atractive, and then if he said yes, she was going to fuck him hard until the sun came up.
Phyllis came out of the bathroom with her mane wrapped in a towel and wearing Anon's fluffy white bathrobe, it was a little big for her but she was making it work. She sat down in front of Anonymous who was busy pretending to read a book and trying to make it look like he wasn't looking at her whenever she wasn't looking at him. He had piled some blankets on the floor for himself to sleep on, saving the entirety of the king sized bed that took up the majority of the boats living quarters solely for Phyllis. She turned her back to him but could still see his reflection in the mirror, she waited until she was sure he was watching before she slowly let the bathrobe fall to the floor and shook her mane free of the towel. Hopping up onto the bed she struck one of the poses from Anon's magazine and gently patted the empty space beside her with a hoof, "Mr Anonymous, I'm certain that there's plenty of space for the both of us up on this bed. Why don't you join me up here?"
Anonymous carefully peeked over the edge of the mattress, but as soon as he saw how Phyllis was sprawled out all sexy like, he quickly ducked back down. "I'll be fine thanks, got a cozy pile of blankets all to my self down here."
"Mr Anonymous you've been so accommodating and hospitable to an unwanted guest such as myself, but still your reluctant to get too close to me, i promise that i don't bite. Let's not forget I'm liable to get lonely sleeping in a strange and unfamiliar place and I'll probably join you on the floor sometime in the night regardless."
Anonymous reluctantly crawled up onto the bed and layed there flat on his back, stiff as a board.
Phyllis took this opportunity to straddle him, her front hooves pinning his shoulders to the matress, making direct eye contact with her face so close to Anon's that she could smell the minty fragrance of his freshly brushed teeth. "I've never met anyone quite like you before and I find you utterly fascinating. The two of us are so very different but somehow still very much the same. And there is something that I've been meaning to ask you... Do you think I'm pretty?"
Anon lay there wanting nothing more than to place his hands on either side of her head and run his fingers through her hair as he mashed their lips together until he could pry her teeth apart and explore the deepest recesses of her mouth with his tongue. "Yeah I think you're pretty."
Phyllis cracked a devious smile as she sat down on Anon's stomach, the warmth of her breasts easily bleeding through the thin fabric of Anon's t-shirt. "Do you, maybe find me a little bit attractive?"
Anon roughly shoved Phyllis off and leapt out of the bed, "I have been lost at sea for almost three years now with no one to even talk to. Every day I crave the gentle touch of a woman. I'm so pent up right now that I'd fuck an electric toaster if I could decide which slot to put my dick in first! Do I find you attractive you ask, of course I find you attractive. I don't know, maybe there's something wrong with me but if I had the choice of any woman in this book -" Anon said, pointing his rolled up nudey magazine at Phyllis like some kind of paper sword, "I'd Still pick you!"... "I don't even know your name... but I'm trying my best to make sure we don't do something that you might regret in the morning, and you are making it very hard!... maybe I should go..."
Phyllis pleaded with him with tears in her pretty blue eyes, "please stay... my name is Phyllis, Phyllis Cloverleaf and the only thing that I'll regret in the morning is that I had to spend the night alone, again. It's been far too long since either one of us has felt the gentle embrace of a lover, and I want this more than anything right now, so please stay, stay and make love with me".
Maybe it was Phyllis's last green light, or maybe seeing her in tears was the straw that broke the camel's back, but either way Anon's resolve finally crumbled. He leapt onto the bed like a feral beast and wrapped Phyllis Cloverleaf in his arms and peppered her fuzzy pink neck with kisses.
Phyllis squirmed out of his grasp and stood on the bed. She flagged her tail over her back and in a husky voice said, "mount me stud"
Anon laughed, " is that how ponys do it?"
Phyllis huffed an indignant huff, "whats wrong with the way ponys 'do it'"
With all the strength of a wild animal, Anonymous flipped Phyllis over onto her back and brought his face close to hers "nothing 'wrong' with the way ponys do it, I just feel like your missing out on a lot of things."
"Like what" she asked, slowly arching an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Well like this" He said, as he ran his fingers through her hair and leaned in to give her a passionate kiss on the lips.
"Ooohh momma likes that" Phyllis said with a dopey grin as she struggled to slide his boxers down with her hind hooves until Anon's erect member finally sprang free.
"Looks like your eager to get to the main course, but... it's been awhile since I've been with anybody, especially someone as beautiful as you, so... I'm not sure how long I can last. Try not to be disapointed if this is over too soon." Then he gently spread her moist folds with his meaty glans and gave a gentle thrust, then another and another and another.
Anonymous was pistoning in and out of Phyllis like a mad man as her body was wracked by orgasm after orgasm one after the other. He was woried that he would cum prematurely but Phyllis had never experienced such ecstasy, she was barely clinging to consciousness by a thread. How long had they been going at it? Eight maybe nine minutes? The bed beneath them Was soaked in Phyllis's orgasmic juices. Was there no end to this man's stamina?
Then Anon let out a loud groan "I'm about to cum where do you want it?"
Phyllis was so lost in pleasure that what he said took a few moments to register where do I want it? Where do I want it? Inside definitely inside - wait am i safe today? Are we even biologicaly compatable? what would our child look like? Would it be some kind of freak half-man half-pony hybrid? she could tell that Anon was at the very edge of his limit. She had to decide..."Cum on my tits, frost my little cupcake tittys with your hot jizz!"
And he did. He blasted her little pony tittys with rope after rope of hot sticky cum until he finally collapsed from exhaustion right on top of her making a giant jizz sandwich, their tired bodies like two pieces of slumbering bread and in between a sticky, gooey, sloppy, messy cum filling. The two of them slept like that for the rest of the night, blissfully in each others embrace..........
It was already dark outside by the time Phyllis burst through the doors of the sheriff's office and found Sprout "where's Hitch? Ponys all over town, their terrified they want answers"
"He went after Sunny, another solo Hitch mission." Sprout pouted.
oh crap! Phyllis thought to herself, Sheriff Hitch is the only pony everypony else will listen to. I have to keep everypony safe until he gets back and we can figure out what's realy going on. Then she noticed Sheriff Hitch's badge on the floor, and it gave her an idea, an idea so crazy that it just might work. perhaps a little more responsibility might do Sprout some good. Besides it's not like he can make matters any worse... Right??? "Sugarcube why the Sprout pout? That's great news."
"It is?" Sprout asked in confusion.
Phyllis picked up Hitch's badge, "Yes, it means that, you, are, the Sheriff" and pinned it to Sprouts bandolear. "At least for now"
"I am" Sprout said with a euphoric and potentially maniacal grin "Hey there my name's Sprout, Sheriff Sprout. what's the problem filly. don't worry Sheriff Sprout is here. Pick up that litter! Sheriff Sprouts orders!!!
Phyllis was already regretting making Sprout the sheriff. She just hoped that Maretime bay's real Sheriff came back before every thing spiraled wildly out of control.
