I Wanna Be Your Lover

>Throwing open your front door; you step out into that bright sunlight.
>You can feel an invisible camera moving up your body starting with your feet as they step back and forth rhythmically; clad in shoes crafted from pure white dragonscales given willingly in supplication.
"Mmmmnnn..."
>It rises to take in the tight, purple, enchanted(no wait, that's just you) cloth pants; complete with a crotch bulge that would put David Bowie to shame as it gyrates in the air slowly to an unheard beat.
>One hand pours a bottle of the finest horse equivalent to champagne down the chest ruffling of your matching designer blouse; as the other trails a finger down from your lips to aforementioned crotch bulge.
"Tssssaaah...."
>Reaching your face; the camera pans out to record your perm that reflects the light as you spritz it with moisturizer.
>Shaking your head and hair, in what you're sure will be a slow motion shot in the final edit; you lick your lips and begin your day.
"Whooo..."
>Because you are The Artist Formerlly Known as Anon, and you're the baddest motherfucker in Equestria.
>Looking down; you see that your constant, subconscious hip thrusting is causing your junk to repeatedly bounce against the muzzle of the adorable mare beneath you.
>Apparently it wasn't a camera that was staring at you in obvious lust; but your groupie/security detail, Fluttershy.
>She stares forward with glazed eyes and blushing face as you mentally will yourself to stop pleasuring the very air; if only for a moment.
"Hello there, Fluttershy."
>Blinking out of her erotic stupor with a shiver at your audible chocolate voice; she looks up to meet your eyes.
>"H-hello The Artist Formerly Known As Anon... You look... Glamorous today..."
>She knows just what to say to make you feel like a hot dish.
>Because you told her to say it.
>Every day.
>Your ego doesn't stroke itself; though it could if you wanted it to.

"Yes; I do. What's on todays agenda, my little yellow corvette?"
>Biting her lip, she can't keep her gaze up at your eyes for long before trailing back down to that glorious bulge.
>"Well... Twilight says that P-Princess Celestia wanted to visit town to meet you..."
>Everyone wants to meet you.
"Everyone wants to meet me."
>She nods slowly with a vacant smile on her face; you don't need to tell her how popular you are, but you do anyway.
>Because it's true.
>Stepping around her; you begin making your way over to the towns library.
>You've never been; anything that's worth reading has been written and sung by you.
>The only reason you even know what a library is, is because of the charity show you once did for the little bald children that would never have a full head of luxurious hair like your own.
>Cancer; it kills.
>Shaking her head behind you to clear the fog; Fluttershy flaps up to float along by your side.
>It's a wonderful day; the radiant sun above shining almost as brilliantly as you do.
>No, you're just being generous; it's not even close.
>The path practically glows as you walk along; flower petals gently drifting all around from the spring breeze that washes over you.
>And then vision is suddenly cut off, as something soft and damp begins to violently rub itself along your face while moaning loudly.
>"RAINBOW! You get off of The Artist Formerly Known As Anon!"
>The mass of pone that has mounted your face shudders and releases a torrent of sticky liquid onto you, before falling to the ground and twitching in ecstasy.
>You'd be shocked; but honestly his happens several times a day.
>Reaching into a pocket and pulling out a bottle of the purest of mineral waters, originating from deep within the crystal caverns of Canterlot; you pour it over your face to rid the stickiness.
>Stepping around the rainbow mare as she convulses on the ground beneath you; you walk for a ways while thinking of how much your outfit must effect the pones around you.

>At least enough to turn them into erotic missiles of lusting facehuggers.
>"O-ooooh... I really wish they'd stop teasing those poor fillies..."
>Breaking from the reverie induced by your own self amazement at how good you look; you turn to see what has Fluttershy suddenly distressed.
>There, on the side of the path underneath a tree are those three trouble making youngsters known as the Crusaders; apparently being harassed by another two school aged fillies.
>You've had the Crusaders play shows with you before which was a rousing success due entirely to your stellar performance; after having lost your real band members when you came to this land.
>Not that you needed them; you can play every instrument better than they could have ever hoped to.
>Allowing a frown to grace your features; you step over to the quarreling foals.
>"All we have to do is keep trying, Diamond Tiara! There's nothing wrong with not having our cutie marks yet!"
The orange one has an especially fierce attitude that you can almost admire.
>"Yeah; mah sister says that since it's takin' longer; we're gonna have the best cutie marks around!"
>The yellow one drawls out in an unrefined accent that's faintly charming in it's rusticity.
>"And you blank flanks actually believed her? Hah!"
>A sniffle coming from the white one makes you notice the tears building in the corners of her eyes.
>Having seen enough; you step over to the group who immediately hushes at your arrival masked in enigmatic smoke.
>Fluttershy is working the smoke machine behind you perfectly; fanning it over in billowy rolls with her wings.
>Leaning down to one knee, you gently wipe the tear from the little fillys' eye.
"Nnnn... Eh Nnn..."
>Turning to the bullies; you allow a single tear to roll from your own eye down your perfectly chiseled face.
>A devastated look overcomes them; as though they had just made something as angelic as a dove cry.
>In reality it was so much worse.
>"M-mr. The Artist Formerly Known As Anon..."
>The silver filly turns away in her shame; probably contemplating what she could ever do to redeem herself in your eyes.

>"I-it wasn't what it looks like!"
>Placing a finger to the lips of the small foal wearing a tiara; you shake your head slowly.
"Maybe... You're just like my mother. She's never satisfied."
>She looks down and nods solemnly at your wisdom.
>Without another look back; the two trot away sadly with their heads hung low.
>Rising to your feet just as Fluttershy finishes packing up the smoke machine and floating over to you; you look down to the appreciative group at your feet.
>"Thankya soooo so much, Mr. Tha Artist Formerly Known As Anon! Them gals were really startin'ta get us riled up."
>"Yeah; that was the coolest!"
>The sweet little white one comes up and hugs your far too expensive to be touched trouser leg, but you don't mind; you're just that good of a person.
"It's quite alright, children. I'm sure Michael Jackson would have done the same."
>They look at each other in confusion as you stare into the distance morosely; thinking of your rival who's dancing in the purple rain now.
>I miss you; Michael.
>Even if you were never as great as I am.
>"Are ya alright there, Mr. Tha Artist Formerly Known As Anon?"
>The little filly looks up to you with a small frown; clearly suffering heartache at seeing the contemplative look on your face.
"Yes... Just... Thinking of an old friend."
>As the group looks at you sympathetically; you hear the clopping of hooves coming from behind.
>Turning with a flourish; you lock gazes with the sapphire eyes that regard you in annoyance.

>Ah; it's that white unicorn who can't stand your shimmering greatness.
>She wears a raspberry beret; the kind you'd find in a second hand store.
>Probably made it herself.
>"Well hello there, darling..."
>Even with her face showing an uncaring expression; you can hear the venomous jealousy in her voice as she greets you with thinly veiled contempt.
>It's nothing you can blame her for.
>You'd be jealous of you too; if you weren't someone as glorious as you.
"Hello... You."
>Her mask of indifference meets a burning death at the hands of the sneer that ignites on her face.
>It really can't be good for her complexion to hold a look like that, but being as kind as you are, you would never tell her so.
>She'll figure it out when her wrinkles sag and bounce just as her mane does now.
>"I'm quite sure that you know my name... I am Ponevilles premier fashionista; after all!"
>You really do try to remember, but there's just so many amazing lyrics and song ideas packed into your brain, that the lesser portion of things you learn just fall out.
>No wait, you've got it.
"...Yes of course. It's good to see you as always, Opalescence. And that woeful fact is exactly why I have my clothing imported from Prance."
>She lunges at your unflinching face with a snap of her teeth; only to be body checked to the side by Fluttershy, suddenly sporting sunglasses and a SECURITY t-shirt.
"FLUTTERSHY; YOU LET ME UP THIS INSTANT!!!"
>As amusing as watching them roll about on the ground is; you really must be going.
>It wouldn't do to keep the Princess waiting.
>She must be shivering in excitement, just to meet you.

>Turning your back to them dramatically; you give your hair another spritz and continue for a few steps on down the path into town.
>At least until you see a pair of innocent eyes gazing at you in wonder.
>A little filly in what appears to be a girlscouts uniform hesitantly trots up to you.
>It's clear that she's overwhelmed by your presence; glancing away ever few seconds in nervousness, and almost unable to look upon your celebrity directly.
>Kneeling down to her; she blushes and gazes into your eyes that glow like brown diamonds, with a slack jawed expression.
>"H-hello..."
>A dreamy sigh passes her lips after her simple greeting; showing her clear awe at being so close to you.
"Hello, little one."
>A shiver passes through her; much like the one that afflicted Fluttershy at hearing your voice just this morning.
>You have that effect on females of all ages.
>Males too; of course.
"Uhm... Mr. The Artist Formerly known As Anon, may I pleeeease have your autograph...?"
>Chuckling with your velvety curtain of a laugh; you nod to her in acquiescence.
>Who are you to deny the request of such a cute filly?
>She reaches behind her and withdraws a piece of paper and quill already dripping with ink.
>Declining the latter; you place the paper beneath you and position your body almost as if to do a pushup on top of it.
>With your stunning visage only inches from her rapidly heating muzzle; you begin to thrust your pelvis down towards the the sheet.
"Uhn... Uhn..."
>The filly before you begins to pant; sharing your breath for these precious few seconds that will ruin her perception of what a real stallion is for life.
>Rising to your feet; you pick up the paper that now bares your symbol, and hand it over to the barely conscious foal.

>"I... I don't even know what this means, but... I want your man jam in me..."
>It can't be helped.
"Get back to me in a few years."
>Patting her on the head as she licks the paper and proceeds to faint; you turn back to the still scuffling mares behind you.
>"I'LL SHOW HIM WOEFUL; THAT ANDROGYNOUS APE"
>Shaking your head, you once more continue on your way.
>As you begin nearing the line of houses; the towns' mares all seem to inhale as one in a single gasp that almost physically pulls you in.
>A deafening fan-girlish sequel suddenly comes from each of them as the sky is darkened by a mass of frilly panties raining down on you.
>You've never even seen panties being worn here.
>Continuing to walk forward with a hand on your hip; you stare down the advancing crowd in front of you.
>Just before they wash over you in a screaming wave of mare juice and tiny floating hearts; you raise a hand causing them to skid to a halt.
>Biting your lip; you thrust your hips forward once.
>The entire crowd takes a step back from the force exuded in that single motion; the temperature in the air above raising at least 10 degrees from their blush.
>Catching sight of the pure white pone who stands at least a couple of feet taller than the rest waiting in the back of the crowd; you begin to move towards her.
>The sea of pastel colors parts at your feet; making way for the meeting of two forces whose combined brilliance should be blinding those ar-
>"MY EYES!!"
>Whose combined brilliance blinds those around them.

>Finally standing face to face; you stare at each other appraisingly.
>She's quite beautiful; even if nothing compared to you own beauty.
>"It's nice to finally meet you; Mr. Anon."
>Her pink amethyst eyes look at you expectantly.
>She is allegedly a master of diplomacy; such a mistake must have been purposeful in an attempt to get a rise out of you.
"And you as well; Celly."
>Well, two can play at that game.
>But instead of the miffed look you expected at your lack of decor; she simply smiles all the brighter.
>You suppose she wants to have a more personal relationship, void of overbearing titles.
>That's something you can respect, but not abide.
"Shall we take a walk and get to know one another a little better? I'm quite curious about your world of origin."
>Yes; you're sure she is.
>A place where something as magnificent as you came from must be quite the spectacle.
"That would be lovely. Just a moment."
>Seeing a slightly roughed up Fluttershy at the edge of the mass of pones; you walk over to her.
>She looks proud of herself; either from preventing her friend from harming you, or at the fact that you singled her out from the crowd.
>The other mares are biting their hooves in green eyed envy; wishing to have your attention to themselves, or even just have your gaze sweep over them.
"I'll just be having a walk about; you can take a break if you'd like."
>You can tell that she doesn't want to leave your side; but relents to giving you and the Princess some privacy.

>As she's nodding to your request you hear a loud crack from behind as the earth trembles beneath your feet.
>Turning around; you see the most stunning creature you've ever laid eyes upon, not counting yourself in a mirror.
>A large, black pone like creature that almost bears resemblance to a dragon.
>She stands as tall as Celestia on holed legs, and stares with a smug pride from a distance as the regal alicorn in question lowers herself into a battle stance.
>"AhahaHAHAHA! Foals! You foalish foals! With this much love gathered into one place; I am uns-"
>Her vision pans around the crowd of suddenly terrified pones until it reaches you.
>Her eyes go wide and a faint blush can be seen behind her black cheeks.
>Looking away in a flurry as if to pretend she didn't notice you; she quickly trots to the side of the now confused Princess of the sun.
>Leaning in close to her; they have a whispered conversation while the black pone glances back towards you every few seconds with flaming cheeks, and nervously strokes her green seaweed like mane.
>With a final hushed outburst from the newcomer; Celestia rolls her eyes and they begin trotting over to you.
>Your curiosity piqued, you meet them half way.
>"...Anon, this is Chrys-"
>She is interrupted by a none too subtle cough and nudge from the dragonfly pone at her side.
>"Uuugh... This is QUEEN Chrysalis of the changelings."
>Trying to appear unimpressed by you and failing miserably, she keeps her muzzle high in the air with a show of self importance.
>"Yes; sole ruler of the mighty changeling hives of the wasteland; queen and protectorate to my faithful children! ... Y-you may call me Chryssy; if you'd like..."
>Nodding to her; you lower slightly to raise a holed hoof and gently peck it.
>Her wings flare out and buzz in excitement as Celestia rolls her eyes once more.
>The crowd of pones around you begins to grumble in outrage.

>"...And this is The Artist Formerly Known As Anon."
>Still reeling from your show of courtesy; she stares at her hoof and giggles to herself.
>"So, Anon; about that wa-"
>"Such a prestigious title... Surely you must be a foreign prince from lands unknown..."
>Recovering just in time to interrupt the now irritated Princess; she sidles closer to you.
>"Yes. You could say that."
>Beginning to walk away with the Queen at your side; you discuss her ability to transform into any other living creature.
>She could even turn into you; and you have never been more turned on than the second you heard that fucking yourself was finally a possibility.
>As the group of very pissed pones behind you begin to riot in the streets alongside their pouting Princess; you enjoy the beginnings of what will eventually lead to you becoming King The Artist Formerly known As Anon But Now Known As The Artist Presently Known As King Anon.
>Like every day; it was a good day to be you.