> Rent With Benefits > by SabreTheRedMane > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anon carefully ran duster over the metal figurines, lined up on the stone shelf. The elements painted gold have immediately begun to glow brighter in a diffused light oozing from a micaceous window. By contrast, the royal purple elements of the models have become even more deep and menacing. A wide, proud smile adorned Anon's face. He set the duster aside, took a few steps back and put his hands on his sides, adoring the collection. Almost a full army of the Princess' Daughters, XV legion of the Royal Guard, from the award winning tabletop wargame Warhoofshoe 30k! Anon took a few more steps back, to the large sofa. He took the stone pillow. His muscles tensed, veins became faintly visible through his green skin while lifting the pillow up and away. With a huff he lowered himself onto the stone sofa. The smile ruled over his face a little bit more, but soon faded. Anon sighed and rest his head on his palm. "This hobby is too expensive!" He uttered in a mocking tone, imitating someone else's words, "Yeah, it surely damn is." He sighed again. Everypony have their own vice: some drink, some lick salt, some complicate their private life beyond reason. Anon had a hobby. Figurines were expensive, paints weren't cheap either and let's not forget the admission fee for the tournament events... Suddenly, somebody rung a brass gong near the heavy stone front door. Anon had to actually pay to install a spring mechanism to be able to enter and exit his home. He stood up and walked to the small anteroom. "Hello! Who's that?" He shouted, hoping the sound would travel beyond the door. "Hello there! Mister Anonymous? Hi! Very glad we caught you home! We read the advertisement on the train station! That you are renting out a room! Me and my friend would love to take the offer!" Loud, cheerful, upbeat, female voice answered him, in a machine gun-like pace. Anon shuddered, imagining how loud it must have been if not for the door. Still, he smiled triumphantly. Anon cast a gaze around the room. Stone walls adorned with various mineral disseminations, a mosaic of semi precious gems in a brass frame, faux flowers of colored quartz in a malachite vase... "Neeeeeee, who ever would rent this old decrepit half-millennium old stonemason's hut!" Anon said, mimicking some other opinion haver, most likely. With visible effort he pulled a metal lever. The mechanism made a noise, reminding him of opening blast doors of a fallout vault. The heavy slab of stone opened. Anon looked outside and immediately run nose-first into a somebody's snout. "Boop!" The snout said. "Hehehe, I'm sorry. Wow! You sure aren't an equine? Which land are you from? I thought the name was strange on the ad but- Oh, right, sorry, my name is Autumn Blaze! And this is Cinder Glow! Hi! Nice to meet you!" Anon stepped back under the onslaught of words. Thankfully, his guest adjusted her volume. He examined them. Those weren't ponies for sure, with their leonine manes, antleresque horns and their backs covered in shiny scales. The talkative one had a light-cream coat and fiery red mane, the other one had brown coat and a greenish mane. Anon scratched his head. "Well, nice to meet you too. So, you've read the ad? I have only one room to spare. I charge ten bits a night per person, first pay in advance. Wanna take a look at the hut? I must warn you though, it's all stone. Except the parts which are metal." "Yeah, and that's wonderful, just what we need!" Autumn Blaze levitated a pouch of coins into his hand. Anon tossed it up a few times on his palm, opened, checked the coins. "OK, ladies, come in then." And they did, accompanied by the levitating bags and travel cases. They stopped in the middle of the hall, looking around. Anon couldn't help but appreciate their lean, elegant figures. In the town of stocky and rectangular rock farmers that was a fresh sight. Even fresher sight were their long leonine tails, flagged up, giving him a full picture of their neat, plump, juicy, light-brown pussies. Autumn Blaze cast a glance at him staring and winked. Anon shook his head. "Errrrrr, right. Let's go, I'll show you your accommodations." "You owe me a bit." Anon slammed an empty cider pint against the stone counter, for emphasis, while addressing a bulky rectangular stallion sitting on the adjacent stone bar stool. "The buck? Someone actually decided to stay in the hut? Are you kidding me?" "Nah, it's true." Anon made an affirming gesture with his palm. "Who was that? Some folks going to the rock farming symposium who forgot to book the inn?" "No. Two nice mares. The one who talks all the time said they are the Kirin." The stallion Anon was talking to for some reason fell from the stool. "What the-? A lousy leg?" Anon asked, puzzled. The stallion stood up, coughing on his cider. Thank Celestia, the pint was made of rock and didn't break. "Buck, no way! The Kirin?" He looked aghast. Other patrons looked at each other and the room filled with muffled concerned murmur. "What's the matter?" Anon raised his eyebrow, "Are they from, like, a rival country or what?" "Nah, not like that. They're aren't enemies, or at least Equestria Daily says so, but, dude, y'know... they are dangerous. Like, real dangerous." "Those two? Didn't seem like gangsters to me." Anon shrugged. "No, the Kirin as a whole. The legends, dude, the legends-" "Oh, buck that! You just don't wanna give me my bit." The stallion rolled his eyes. "Here, take it." He took the coin from his pouch with his teeth and left it on the counter, "Take it and may Celestia protect you!" Anon took the coin, and, superstitious as he was, kissed the face of the living goddess, engraved on the side of Equestrian currency. Just in case. That earned him a quiet murmurs of approval from around the pub. "Oooooh kay, I'd better go, check how my guests are doing." He pocketed the coin and went to the door out. On the way there the forestallion of his mining team, who was drinking in the pub too, called from his table: "Anon, mining hazard suits are in the orange locker, in the storeroom near the anti-fire stand. The key is under the bucket. Just so you know." "Uhhh, thanks?" Anon, equally puzzled, worried and amused, left the pub. Anon considered himself lucky that he got this one store-two rooms-and-kitchen hut in the outskirts of a rock farming town. The Royal Decree issued for his benefit said only about the accommodations, but the municipality was nice enough to even give him a stipend before he could find a job. Much of the money went to the local gym though. He had to work out till he was ripped like Schwarzenegger, which meant he now was strong enough to be a junior assistant of an assistant in the local mine. He approached his ascetic home and pulled the lever. The mechanism produced a low grunt and didn't budge. "Horseapples! I forgot I wanted to oil it." Anon cussed and grabbed the brass window frame. After a huge effort it turned around and Anon was able to get in through the window. That's when he heard voices. "Oh, the weather here is much nicer then I've thought. I wonder... Damn, aren't the locals prudes! Their traditions, their culture are fascinating, but damn! Not one tail-bow!I've heard the town hall is decorated by lots of beautiful gems, by the way..." Autumn Blaze trailed off, "Ow. We cannot go shopping and sightseeing like that. " "Yep." Cinder Glow answered in her featureless voice. "Help me a bit, will ya? I cannot just go there winking at everypony, Rain Shine will revoke my travelling permit." "Mmhm, sure." Puzzled, Anon walked towards the designated guest room. The door was half-opened. Anon wanted to enter, but a glimpse of the action in the room made him freeze. At the center stood Autumn Blaze; her tail raised even higher than usual, hind legs wide apart. Cinder Glow walked behind her, slowly brought her face to her friends genitals... and gave them a slow, long lick. Anon gulped nervously. Meanwhile, Cinder Glow continued licking her friend, her tongue alternating between outer and inner side of the pussy, occasionally brushing over the clit, which rhythmically pulsed, in and out. "Mmmmmmmmm, that's it." Autumn Blaze moaned. Teasing her friend enough, Cinder Glow lit up her horn and caught Autumn's clitoris in her aura, pulling it slightly out and preventing it from diving back between the steamy folds. Literally, steamy. Anon noticed how the air above Autumn Blaze begin to flicker. Anon thought that he saw a small spurts of flame on top of her mane. Cinder Glow, unfazed by all that, planted a firm kiss onto her friend's clit and pulled it into her mouth. Autumn Blaze emitted a muffled roar. She arched her back and stomped with her front leg. Her pussy contracted and shot a small stream of liquid. Liquid, burning with red and blue flames. It splashed against Cinder's face! Anon gasped. But Cinder Glow simply tossed her head, flicking the droplets onto the stone floor. The liquid hissed slightly, a few vestiges of dark smoke raised up. Anon smelled burnt rock. A fit of coughing made his presence really obvious now. He wondered if he should run away very fast. Cinder Glow glanced at him through the door and simply walked away, disinterested. She went to the corner of the room, where she immediately made herself comfortable in the stone armchair. "Oh Spirits, yes! Cinder you are the best friend ever! You know exactly what I need." Autumn Blaze exclaimed, "Wanna me help you real quick as well?" "Nah, I'm OK." Cinder Glow answered. She opened a travellers brochure and began reading. Autumn Blaze turned to the door. "Hey, mister Anonymous! Hi there! Don't mind us, Cinder just helps me relax!" Anon, still shaken by what happened, slowly waved his hand. "Um... Hi, girls. Errr... Have you eaten something? I... uh... go make some toasts." "Oh, great! Isn't it, Cinder? Will there be tea too? Oh, by the way, we have some Kirin tea with us! Wanna try?" Anon was sitting in the stone chair, near the stone table, painting his new metal miniature. A Priestess with Golden Sun icon. A monotone process of painting usually allowed him relax and distract himself from many things. But not from his guests. For the next couple of days he became a witness to a few more episodes of "fun and relaxation." Some of them left patches of molten ore and burnt stone on the floor. Kirin mares were so casual and chill about it, that Anon decided to not press the issue. After all his stone age home could withstand worse. "Wonder if they live in the bucking volcano?" Muttered Anon, carefully applying paint. "Hmmm, I wonder should I probably take one of the blast suits home, after all?" Behind his back the door to his room screeched. "Mister Anon, can we take-" Autumn Blaze suddenly fell silent. That was so uncharacteristic of her that Anon jumped a little. He turned a bit to look at her, the miniature still in his hands. Autumn Blaze slowly entered the room. Still silent, she looked around, at the stone shelves full of miniatures. She approached, examining them, looking intently at the figurines. "Oh, Anon." She said at last, quiet and serious, "I'm sorry, I had no idea." "Errr, wha-?" She moved closer to him, almost face to face. "My fault, I should've understood. You are an obvious foreigner after all, I've never seen anyone of your kind around." Her large green eyes were full of genuine empathy. Anon opened his mouth, closed it, opened again. "Well, yes, I'm- There is just one of me, yeah." He answered with caution, unsure what to make out of that all. "You must be very lonely!" Autumn Blaze concluded, "Without friends to cheer you up!" She began to take up the pace, "I used to be like that too, with figurines and drawings and all-" Anon felt rising heat in the room. He gulped. "Oh! Agh! I'm sorry." Autumn Blaze took a step back. "I always get too excited. People tell me that all the time, but it's hard to when so much- Eh, sorry." It became a bit cooler around. "No, it's OK." Anon answered, swiping sweat from his forehead."By the way-" "Oh, I've an idea!" Autumn Blaze blurted out, "Cinder! Cinder!" She called. After a moment Cinder Glow entered the room. She looked at Autumn Blaze with questioning expression. "Cinder! Our generous host has no friends!" "Oh?" "Um, girls, actually-" Anon again tried to enter the conversation. "Look, he even has to paint figurines, like I had to once." Cinder Glow looked around, at the table and the shelves. "Hmmm?" "We need to help him!" "Mhm." Cinder Glow walked up to Anon, lit up her horn... and Anon's pants dropped to the floor. "Whaaaa? Wait!" Anon jerked back. "Don't worry, mister Anon! Cinder controls herself much better than me! She's Rain Shine's best diplomat!" Cinder Glow sniffed Anon's crotch. She opened her mouth and give it a lick. Her tongue was warm and has just right amount of roughness to not feel unpleasant. 'Well, at least I'm not on the hind side of her.' Anon thought. If Cinder Glow is a diplomat, perhaps it was unwise to risk an incident. Meanwhile, thanks to Cinder's "diplomacy", Anon was fully erect. Cinder Glow cocked her head to the side, looking at Anon Jr. investigatively. "Curious." She said, and devoured his dick. Her mouth felt like a spa. Anon shuddered. The things she were doing with her tongue were wondrous. Unconsciously, he put his palms on her head, petting her mane. She looked up, raising her eyebrows. "Oh, sorry." Anon raised his hands up. "Nuh-uh." Cinder Glow reassured, without taking his dick out of her mouth. After a couple of moments Anon felt he can't hold back anymore. It occured to him that perhaps that's uncouth, giving a mouthful to somebody from a foreign diplomatic corps, so he tried to withdraw. But Cinder Glow caught his hips with her telekinesis and pressed him further, sucking him in. Anon came. Cinder Glow held him in, gulping and gently caressing with the bade of her tongue till his loads subsided. Then she opened her mouth, letting his dick out with a 'pop'. "You have been eating asparagus." She stated in her usual monotone manner. Anon moved away a heavy bucket, took a key from under it and opened the orange locker full of blast suits. He looked for the smallest one, in which he could actually move around instead of just sitting in place under the weight of a mound of asbestos, heat resistant ceramics and magical life support module. He took the one out and started to drag it out. The forestallion, who entered the storeroom at that moment, raised his eyebrow. "Whoa, Anon! I take it that the things with your two guests are going nice?" "Yeah." Anon stopped to rest a bit from the dragging effort, "So nice I actually feel bad taking money for the accommodation from them. Say, can I borrow a wheelbarrow?" The forestallion snorted, amused. "Of course, pal." Anon loaded the blast suit on the wheelbarrow and pushed it towards the exit. "OK, chief, have a good evening!" "You too! You're the bravest miner in our town, Celestia bless you!" For next several couple of days Anon became a regular part of the Kirin "fun". The usual scenario was the mares forming a daisy chain, with Autumn Blaze taking eating out Cinder Glow, while the latter sucked Anon off. When Anon expressed his opinion that it is not entirely fair to her, Autumn Blaze simply laughed it off, noting that her arousal is too volatile and they will take care of that some other time. Meanwhile at the Anon’s home, when girls were going for a quickie, they heard usual strained groan of an opening front door. "Hey, sounds like Anon returned from his job!" Commented Autumn Blaze. "Mhm." Answered Cinder Glow, working her tongue. "He's so sweet, Cinder! Always cares about us and about orgasmic balance..." "Uh-huh." Suddenly they heard heavy, dragging steps. Something heavy and clumsy moved through the hall. Then, there was a polite knock on the door to their room. "It's you, Anon?" Autumn Blaze asked with a tad of worry. "Yeah, it's me!" "Come in!" The door opened and a hellish silhouette crawled into the room. It was Anon, wearing a mining blast suit made for a quadrupedal being three times his mass. "Hi girls!" He said, adjusting the huge visor of his helmet, which constantly tried to slide away from where his face was. With a strained groan he got up on his legs, and put his hands on his hips, puffing up his chest proudly. Down, in the crotch area there was attached a well polished tungsten welding rod. The kirin mares looked at him, their mouths agape. After a moment Autumn Blaze let out an excited squee. "But you won’t feel anything like that." Cinder Glow noted. "Untrue, I will feel a huge moral satisfaction," Anon answered, his broad smile shining through the visor.