Prostitots Averted [mlp]

>It's been 3 days since Twilight released her book upon the public.
>You really wanna punch that purple bitch.
>The mares don't try to force themselves on you, but dammit it they aren't trying their hardest to get your attention.
>Fluttershy on the other hand, receives many compliments on snagging you, and many comments from mares who wish to "share" you.
>For now, you're at home, there's a certain benefit to living so far out in the woods.
>A knock at the door.
>It's Derpy.
>"Heya stud muffin, here's your mail."
Thanks Derpy.
>She lingers a moment, but finally flies away when she realizes it's not happening.

>There's a scroll addressed to both you and Fluttershy.
>You call her in so that she can read it too.

Dear Mr. Anon Y. Mous and Mrs. Fluttershy Mous.

As the only human in the lands of Equestria, I feel it important that you be specially informed of any changes to the marriage laws of the land.
Going over the books recently, I came across something interesting.
A law that allowed for male centered polygamy, or "Herds" as they were commonly called, from a time when the gender gap was much larger was mistakenly left on the books long after it was supposed to have been abolished.
Due to an increase in the gender gap in recent generations, I have decided to allow this law to remain in place.

Signed - Princess Celestia.

P.S. Great Book


>What the fuck Celestia.
What the actual fuck Celestia?
>"I can't believe Celestia would...but that's the royal stamp, this....this is real.
She must be joking though, right?
>"Maybe, I know she does like jokes."
Still, I find it hard to believe the princess reads porn novels.
>"Anon?"
Yeah Flutters?
>"Your not gonna go out looking for more wives are you?"
What? Of course not, you're special to me. You know that.
>You kneel down and give her a deep kiss.
>She blushes and gives you a wide smile, "Thank you Anon."
>The day otherwise goes on much the same, feed the animals, chores, food, relax with shy, another night of pounding that pretty black ring.

-

>The next day, you have to head into town because you promised to watch the crusaders.
>Ignoring the sneers of stallions, and the flirts of mares, you make your way to Rarity's botique.
>Rarity flirts a bit before heading out, but that's not surprising, it was pretty obvious she had a bit of an attraction before all this.
>Watching the crusaders isn't so hard, it's mostly just keeping them from destroying things.
.....
>Scratch that, keeping them from destroying things is pretty tough.
>After a while, they seem to have calmed down.
>Too calm, you need to see what they're up to.
>Climbing the stairs, you hear them in Rarity's room, great.
>Peeking in, they are each taking turns reading from a book.
>SB: "Last night I had a dream about Anon, he showed me an incredibly romantic night, before taking me to our fancy hotel room and treating me to a better time than any stallion ever could."
>SL:"And he stuck his glorious rod into my marehood and" WHAT AM I READING?"
>AB: "Gimme that, Ahem. "Ah know it t'aint proper fer a lady, but ah try so hard to find a good stallion, but then I see Fluttershy with this man who's romantic, kind, helpful, AND makes love like a god, ah can't help but feel jealous of Fluttershy."
>They're reading Rarity's diary.
>You're going in.

>Opening the door wide, you speak loudly to get their attention.
Girls, what do you think you're doing?
>AB: "Oh, um, nothin' Mr.Anon, we were jus lookin fer...um."
I know what you were doing, you were reading Rarity's diary.
>SB: "Well, it's just that everp0ny's been talking about you for the last few days, but none of the grown ups will tell us anything."
>SL: "Yeah, and we were just trying to figure it out."
>AB: "Ah mean, we know what sex is Mr.Anon, we're not babies."
>Do they have sex ed in Equestria?
>SB: "Is that what it is, is sex your special talent?"
>You do NOT like where this is going.
>AB: "Hey, maybe it's ours too!"
NO!
>You cut them off.
Girls, it's not my special talent, and it's not yours either. It's not something you'd WANT for your mark.
>AB: "But how do we know if..."
Drop it, now. Trust me on this.
>SB:Alright Anon, we trust you."
>Hopefully they won't do it anyway.
>SL: "Fine by me, those school books make it look so icky."
>The other two nod with mild disgust, grumbling agreement.
>Crisis averted. Cutie Mark Crusaders Prostitots, what a horrifying thought.