>Be you, Anon who fucking else
>stuck in reverse gender role candy colored horse land
>Be at grand galloping gala cause being the only member of your race makes you a celebrity
>curious to see what party is like
>twittle spickle is too busy doing meet and greet with celestia 
>get hit on and have your ass slapped by some, it was amusing withing first ten minutes now it’s fucking annoying 
>while all the mares are vying for your attention the stallions aren’t that happy
>they talk shit
>goes to the garden to get away from the galla
>some stallions walk up to you with a shit eating grin, one of them being fancy pants and a mare that you don’t know
>maybe they brought her for protection or some pussy shit
>“You’re only getting attention because you’re exotic. Don’t get full of yourself.”
>one of the stallions throws some cake on your suit
>it wasn't the thrown cake that pissed you off
>Rarity made it for you, for this occasion spending all night to make it perfect
>friendship lesson will be taught today
>fancy pants expects him to cry just like any other stallions
>“I’m so sorry, I should see where I’m going. With you being so big and all. I thought that ugly suit needed some colors you see.”
>haughtilylaughinghorse.portrait
>papa anon didn’t raise no bitches and didn't raise you to not stand up for your friends 
>sees that no one is around the garden
>because they are at a waist height you kick the fucker in the face
>fucker flew like a soccer ball
>you beat up the mare too just to show her
>proceeds to beat the shit out of the rest of them
“If they ask what happened you fell down the stairs, got it?” 
>you take their nodding heads as answer
>see a yellow pegasus
>well shit

>be Spitfire getting away from vying stallions
>they be wanting that wonderbolt v 
>escape to the garden for some breather
>you hear some stallions laughing 
>check out what’s going on
>it’s that alien
>some stallions are bullying him
>you try to go save the poor stallion in need of a mare
>you thought 
>there’s a fight
>not oily wrestling fight or some coltish fight
>it’s a full blown beat down 
>you heard he was a predator species with fangs and claws of some kind 
>hearing and seeing it was two different thing 
>it was gruesome and violent, like an uncontrollable beast, his scowled showed his canine fangs like a true predator
>the human grabs one stallion with one limb then beats another stallion
>“If they ask what happened you fell down the stairs, got it?” 
>they whimper and nods
>realizes wings at full mast
>and you’re wet
>sees the hulking predator coming your way
>wings won’t go down
>hayghetti about to spill 
>arousedhorse.tapestry 
>he ignores you and go on his way
>realize you might have a predator fetish

>you see the hooman at the gala back into mingling with the others
>see Rainbow Dash talking to the hooman
>looks like they already know each other
>you look closely
>his eyes are pointed forward, years of evolution made to focus on his prey he is chasing 
>his canine fangs flashes every time he laughs or smiles 
>extended arms and these wriggler things to grab his prey
>but in the end he’s just a stallion, nothing else
>you genuinely fear how the mares are back in his world 
>don’t be afraid spitfire 
> “Oh hey Spitfire come meet Anon!” Dash waved 
>that’s his name, anon
“H-hey Anon, nice to meet you.” 
>“Oh, hey it’s nice to meet you too.”
>you flinched as his giant stature bears down  on you as he lowers himself to your eye level
>makes you realize how tall he truly is  
>his hand comes out to get you and you can’t move
>“So… about that fight, you mind keeping it a secret?”
>you blink
>quick act marely so he can’t see you’re scared!
“Pssh oh yeah sure, it’s fine colt.”
>“Thanks.”
>“Hey anon what did you tell her?”
> “Eh nothing much Dash.”
>dem shoulders as he shrugged. 
>“So you’re the captain of the wonderbolt right?”
“Yeah, there’s a show happening soon, why don’t you come by and watch? I’ll save you a seat?”
> “Woah really? Yeah I’ll definitely come.”
>this hulking predator, you’re going to tame him, he won’t be a notch under your belt but the crowning jewel
>how will be that like? Bedding a carnivore?
>will he submit to your marelyness or will he dominate you?
>pinned by his spider hoof as he-
>“Hey Spitefire are you going to fly somewhere why are your wings up?”

>few days after the gala 
>no one is letting you live down your full on wing boner during the gala
>today is the performance day, you peek out to see Anon in the VIP  seat, chatting with the princesses 
>it may be his coltish whimsy but he’s talking to them like some casual friends 
>it struck you confused but he’s always wearing clothes 
>hiding those muscles underneath you saw in action
>you take some glimpse during the drills 
>he’s having a good time at least 
>after the signing session you see anon still hanging out with the princesses
>Princess Luna seemed really interested in him 
>suspiciouspone.painting
>he talks a little then gallops toward you
>those long legs makes the distance between you and him quick
>imagine him full sprinting then grabbing you before you can fly
>looks like great foal chasing legs
>haha yeah right, not like you're gonna settle down
>“Hey Spitfire, that was awesome tricks.”
“Glad you enjoyed it hon. If you want to see more tricks I can show you more.”
>“Actually, how about we go to the foodstalls? I do owe from not ratting me out. How about it?” 
>this cheeky colt taking on the initiative
“Alright then colt, lead the way.” 
>wait
>is there anything this carnivore can eat?
>you find a ice cream stand
>anon chooses strawberry
>typical stallion
>while you’re on you’re 1/3 way to finishing your ice cream he’s already done 
>whatever food he buys for you, it’s either gone within 30 seconds or in one bite
>he just bite into it in a reckless fashion
>did he even chew properly?
>you don’t know why but you find that incredibly hot

>be father bucking spitfire, who else?
>you and anon are sitting in a booth enjoying the food
>small talks here and there like all stallions do
>you can’t help but watch his fangs showing as he talk
>imagine them nibbling on your neck like that
>he’s talking, better tune back in
>“-kinda weird but I would really like a job again, it’s boring to be at home all the time you know?”
>aww, he wants to have a job, silly colt 
>he can have a job, inside your kitchen that is 
>wait, again?
“You used to have a job anon, what was it?”
>anon scratched his neck, then looked away briefly before focusing on you
>“Eh, nothing crazy.” 
>this colt thinks he can hide it from you, maybe he was a prostitute?
>you wonder if he charges by the hour
“Come on, colt. You can tell me it’ll be our secret.”
>initiate killer smile
>“Seriously, it’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about it.” 
>this colt thinks you can hide it from you 
>you did have a thing for mysterious colts, keeps you guessing until you get to the sweet center
>it’s on colt  

>Things were going better than you expected, you make some jokes, he laughs, and you two have a great time
>honestly he isn’t like the colts you’re used to
>Then again you know he would be different when he beat up those two ponies
>That got you thinking, other than with your vag
>Was all his species like that? All violent and exotic like, imaginging having a harem of hoomans for yourself
>unf
>At the cider stand you saw Anon lightly frowning at the menu, asking for the biggest size and being disappointed by it
>Cute colt thinks he can finish it by himself 
>“Easy there, colt. I think that’s enough for a sta-”
>What the buck
>he just finished it all in one gulp
>“Sorry Spitfire, what were you gonna ask?”
>This was a challenge, no it was a duty of a mare to put a stallion in place
>you need- no, you must out drink him
“It’s nothing, I was just about to get the same thing.” 
>If this colt think he could take you by surprise he was in for a rude awakening 
>Why?
>Because you’re father bucking Spitfire that’s why

>After the flying event and a good helping of food around the food stalls you coax anon into the local tavern. 
>Your plan was simple, out drink the monkey hunk and establish your maresculinity. He falls in love. You ride his dick, and he’s your exclusive husband. Simple as that. Or so you thought.
>This wasn’t going well. You can feel the alcohol seeping into your bones. 
“Hey, colt.”
>“What’s up Spitfire?” 
“Are all colts like you back in your world? All janefilly like?”
>He chuckles, that rich baritone voice of his, unf.
>“Not exactly, we were the dominant gender so to speak. What mares do here and what’s expected is what’s expected of the male where I come from.”
>You couldn’t believe your ears, even as it flickered in most likely shock more than not hearing what he just said your jaw was hung open. 
>When Anon would take a drink, so did you, cup after cup. Sweet Celestia could he drink. 
>And you outdrank a minotaur before!
“That’s no good…” The words slur out of your mouth, barely keeping a sentence. “All stallions should be in the kitchen!”
>“You know if I say that to a woman- err a mare, I’d get slapped.” He said while laughing.
>Once again, this colt manages to surprise you. Even the other mares were not hiding the fact that they were eavesdropping. You put your drink down to make sure this whimsical colt wasn’t over exaggerating. Maybe it was a slap on the wrist and what not. 
“Anon, I need you to be perfectly clear. None of this whimsy business. Did a female slap you for saying that?”
>“Not to me, but when a guy hits back it’s considered a huge taboo.” 
>The entire tavern dies to a sudden silence, enough that you can hear the dull thud of a tankard being put down. 
“What is wrong with your world!” 
>You were a wonderbolt, and being up in the sky being aware of the smallest detail was a must when memorizing landscapes. This skill sometimes transferred over to reading body languages. You noticed a slight tension on his shoulders. 
>“You’re overeating, it’s like a mare being hit by a stallion.”
“Yes but it’s a mare.”
>“Well it’s a man being hit by a woman. Look, we’re drinking and having fun. Let’s keep it that way, yeah?”
>You sigh, and you were sure this wasn’t over by a long shot.
“Fine.” 
>The apple cider went hard down your throat, and your overall mood was soured. By Celestia this went fun to done in seconds.
>“Boop.”
>Your ears flapped as heat crept up to your cheeks.
>“Come on Sptifire, turn that frown upside down.” 
>...
>..
>.
>DID THIS STALLION JUST BOOP YOU IN PUBLIC?