Mane6 Wingman: Author Anon, by Anon

>"Hey, Anon. Me and the girls were going to go on the prowl for some other ponies at the bar. Wanna come with? You're an awesome wingman, and you should have no problem bedding one of your own."
>"Plus, if we strike out, we can all just head over to Twilight's and fool around. C'mon, it'll be fun!"

"I dunno Dash. I was planning on writing the next part of my next serial tonight."
>"C'mon, man! We're going to the Ilic`nok!"
>Your head perks up
"Ilic`nok? Isn't that the hyper-exclusive one in Canterlot?"
>Dash nods enthusiastically
>"Yeah! It'll be sick!"
"Dash, how the fuck are we getting on that guest list?"
>"Well, let's see..."
>She pretends to think about it, tilting her head back and biting her lip
>"I dunno, maybe you're the only human in existence and the author of 'Tales from Earth,' the number-one selling series of books in Equestria, I'm the holder of the world speed record and an element of harmony, Twilight's a Princess, and all the rest of our friends are famous too?"
>You roll your eyes
"Ok, fine. But it's in Canterlot!"
>"Trains exist!"
>You sigh and sit back in your chair
"...Fine"
>Dash fist-pumps
>"Awesome! The train leaves in 15, ok?"
"Fifteen minutes! Dash, that's nowhere near enough time to–"
>"Oh, lighten up! You're already wearing a suit. Just fix your hair and you're good to go."

>Ten minutes later, you're outside
>The cold night air is rather uncomfortable on your wet head of hair, but the mask you're wearing helps quite a bit.
>You put on your fancy one today. Silk with an embroidered question mark.
>In full getup, you're instantly recognizable to basically anything in Equestria. Which was both a blessing and a curse.
>Slowly, you head to the train station.
>It's actually really cold. The trenchcoat was a good decision.
>Hopefully Ilic`nok has a place for you to drop it off–
>"Anonymous!"
>A small voice from just above your knees interrupts your thoughts
>You look down to see a tiny filly, excitedly holding up your "Tales from the Civil War" novel
>"Could I get your autograph?"
>You smile and kneel down, grabbing a pen from a pocket
"Of course."
>You sign the cover with a flourish
>"Is it true that you guys used to sew wounds shut with actual thread, like the skin was fabric?"
"Yep. No magic means you have to be creative."
>"Wow! That's so cool!"
>She quickly hugs your leg and scampers off
>Aw.
>...Wait, why the fuck was she out this late at night?
>You check your watch
>7:00
>Ok, maybe not that late, huh.
>Easy to lose track of time, you suppose
>The short walk to the train station is finished easily, and you stroll up to the group waiting outside
"So, Ilic`nok, eh?"
>"Yeah!"
>Pinkie jumps in the air
>"Only the most awesome club in all of Equestria! So many awesome parties!"
>"And the social scene... oh, fabulous!"
>You shrug
"Dash gave me a very different impression of your motivations."
>"Well... Yes, I do admit, I am seeking a stallion for the night. But not just that!"
>If you keep rolling your eyes you're gonna damage something
>Shit
"Yeah, of course. C'mon, you're on the hunt for some cock."
>"So vulgar!"
>Rarity does a false faint backwards, landing on her hooves with a click
>"But yes."
"Ok. Fine. Train should show up in–"
>A horn blows, somewhere to the west
>Hm. Convenient.

>After an uneventful half-hour ride, you're in Canterlot, walking down the main street
>Several ponies point and stare at your little gaggle of friends, but none are bold enough to actually talk to you
>Surprisingly.
>"Twilight, where is this place?"
>"Just a half mile more, girls. If that."
>You glance around
>Been a while since you've been in Canterlot
>Hasn't changed much. Bright lights, lots of store, street vendors
>You actually notice a display of your latest novel in a closed bookstore
>Maybe you'll go in and sign some sometime
>"Ah, here it is!"
>Hm. Ok. Kinda what you expected
>Blackened windows, bouncer, huge line, thumping music from the inside
>Fairly typical for something like this
>Twilight strolls past the line and up to the bouncer, who instantly pulls the rope aside
>Ah, perks of being royalty
>You walk in behind her
>"Anonymous."
"Bouncer-guy."
>You give him a nod as he stares unblinking down the line
>It's instantly obvious how expensive the club is
>Fancy bottles of alcohol, people in thousand-bit shirts, and, if you're not mistaken, Vinyl-fucking-Scratch herself as the DJ
>Jesus
>You head to the bar first. You're parched.
>The girls, meanwhile, go out to the dancefloor
>Well, at least, five of them do
>Dash starts in their direction, then beelines it towards where you're standing
>"Dude. DUDE."
>Dash is actually physically trembling
>What the fuck?
>"Th- The wonderbolts are here. All of them."
>You raise an eyebrow
>"You—you gotta help me get into bed with one. Please."

"Oh no. OOOOHHH no."
>You shake your head as hard as you can
"No no no no. No more harebrained schemes to get you laid. I remember the last time. I still find feathers in my house."
>"C'mon, we won't do anything like that! Just—talk to em. Y'know. Put in a good word."
"God dammit dash."
>You sigh
"Buy me a drink and I'll do it."
>Dash flags down the bartender
>"One, uh—"
"Appletini."
>"Appletini? Seriously, are you gay or something?"
"You're one to fuckin' talk, Ms. Dyke."
>"Whatever. Appletini."
>The bartender wastes no time preparing it as you turn back to the cyan Pegasus
"Why do ya wanna bang them so bad?"
>"Are you kidding? Bro, I've had sexual fantasies about the wonderbolts since I hit puberty. They're my idols and they're in skin-tight suits. Why do you think?"
"Ok, fine. So you wanna fuck 'em, I understand. Any in particular I should focus on?"
>"No preference. Well, Spitfire or Soarin would be really good, but I'll take anybody."
"Ok. Ok."
>You push up off your seat, standing on the floor. You stick a finger out at her
"But if I do this you owe me."
>"Yeah, whatever. You can fuck me tomorrow or something."
"Fair enough."
>Hm. You actually have no idea where you're going.
"Where are they?"
>Dash points with a wing to just down the bar
>Oh, thank god. They're not dancing.
>You sip your girly fag drink and step off towards them, trying to be as casual as possible
"Hey. Wonderbolts, right?"
>Conveniently, there's an open seat right in the middle of them
>You point at it
"Taken?"
>"Nope."
>You sit down.
>OK. So far, so good.
"What brings you guys here? I would've thought you'd be practicing or something."
>"It's a Friday. We're always here on Fridays."
>Fuck
>"Real question is why are you here. Wouldn't expect a guy like you to enjoy the club scene."
>Already, Soarin' is taking the lead in the conversation
>This is good
>You shrug
"Eh. A lot of people think of all authors as weird eggheads but we're pretty normal."

>"I wouldn't exactly call the only human in Equestria 'normal.' You're actually as strange as possible, really."
>You're a half-second from getting really mad, but you catch his smile
>Oh, joking
>Gotcha
>You adjust your posture so you can face him better
"I'm not so different from a pony, really. I mean, physically, yes, but the cultures are pretty similar. Enjoy a lot of same things."
>"Really?"
>Soarin raises an eyebrow
>"You even been to one of our shows?"
"Twice."
>"Enjoyed it?"
"Very much. You guys remind me of the Blue Angels."
>"Blue Angels?"
"A flight team back on Earth. Planes, not wings, of course."
>Gears in your head spin
"That's actually why I came over here. Was wondering if you wanted to, uh, do a special show with some Blue Angels moves. Kinda Earth/Equestria crossover thing."
>"That would be interesting. I'm a big fan of your books. I'd be fun to... work together."
>Ok, what?
>Why did he pause there?
>You mentally shrug it off and reply:
"Thanks."
>He just nods
>"So. Why do you wear the mask?"
>It takes all of your willpower to make a Bane joke, but you survive
"Real face can be kinda scary. Mostly the teeth. Fangs and shit."
>"Really?"
"Yeah. There's pictures of me, but not on the books. Publisher won't let me."
>"Hm. Could I see?"
>...Ok, his tone there was weird, but no biggie
>You grin and lift the mask up, just over your teeth
>He actually fucking gasps
>"Dude."
>You let it go and it snaps back into place
"Yeah."
>"I'd... love to see more."
>OH MY GOD
>OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
>HE'S FUCKING FLIRTING WITH YOU
>FUCKING
>FLIRTING
>JESUS HE MUST HAVE SAW THE DRINK AND ASSUMED—
>FUCK
>Ok. Ok, shit shit shit.
>How do you handle this?

"Uh... Hm. How much more?"
>"As much as you'll let me."
>He wiggles his eyebrows
>Ok. Just play it cool
>You can get a threesome out of this
>Probably
>Hopefully Dash doesn't mind you sharing his dick
"Well. I don't feel comfortable taking off my mask here. Maybe somewhere a bit more, uh, private?"
>"Oh, I'd be very okay with that."
"Cool. Uh, my place?"
>"Sure."
>Fuck, that was easy
>Now...
>How to ask to bring a friend

"Let's go, then."
>You stand up and he does too, walking next to you
"So, listen. I have a buddy who's, well, sorta into you. She'd be, uh—well you actually know her. Rainbow Dash. Remember?"
>"Yeah. What about it?"
"Uh, look. You swing that way too?"
>"...Yeah."
"You mind if she tags along?"
>He tilts his head, considering it for a moment
>"Sure."
"Awesome."
>You walk past Dash and tap her on the shoulder
"Yo, come with us."
>"With—oh my god Anon, did—"
"Yes. Not, let's go, ok?"
>"Hell yes!"
>Dash fist-pumps the air and falls in step behind you
>You nod at Twilight (who's chatting up an extremely attractive mare) as you exit into the cool Canterlot air
>Total time hunting for sex: 10 minutes
>Fuck you're good

>One train ride later, you're walking through Ponyville again
>Dash is giddy as fuck. Soarin is more calm.
>Pretty much what you expected
>"So, Dash."
>"Y-yes?"
>"You and Anon do this kinda stuff often?"
>Dash shrugs
>"Kinda. Most of the time with other mares."
>Soarin raises an eyebrow
>"Hm. Prefer females?"
>"Not really. Just happen to get them more often, for whatever reason."
>She shrugs
"Ah. We're here."
>You turn the key in your lock and step inside, Soarin' following close behind you
>Ok, cool
"So. Let me quickly shower first, ok? Then we can go. Get yourself a drink or something."
>You slip into your bathroom and slip off your suit
>Good to get all the sweat of the day off, and such
>Two minutes into your rinse you start hearing noises
>"F-Fuck yes! yes!"
>Oh mother fucker
>You jump out of the shower and towel off quickly, not bothering to put on clothes as you step outside into your foyer
>God dammit
>Now you have to clean the kitchen floor
>"A-Anon!"
>Dash is barely able to form the words as Soarin rams her from behind, resting his front legs on her shoulders
>He even has a nice ear bite going on
>Fuck, that's hot
>"S-Sorry! Couldn't—oh!—control ourselves. Just- just hop in!"
>Hm. Decision time.

>You scamper behind Soarin' and prod at his entrance
>Ok. Fuck, you left lube some-
>"Here!"
>Dash uses a gust of wind from her wing to blow a bottle over to you
>Kitchen counter, right
>...Why is it there again?
>An image of Rarity covered in chocolate sauce flashes in your head
>Right
>You pour it all over you cock, then prod again
>He grunts, encouraging you along
>Ohhh yes
>You thrust slowly
>He actually does most of the work as he rapidly jams himself into Dash, pushing back against your dick
>Goddamn
>Been a while since you topped for a male
>He's pretty fucking tight. Your dick feels almost painfully constrained
>"Ga-Gah!"
>Soarin's thrusts become erratic as he finishes inside Dash
>Thank god for near-permanent magical birth control, because his load is massive
>You actually hear it hit the floor with huge *floop* noises
>"Yes! Yes! Oh my god! Yes!"
>And there's Dash's orgasm
>Great
>Now you can assume direct control
>You grab Soarin' behind his wingpits and use them for leverage as you start fucking in earnest
>Dash flops out from under Soarin, who barely notices
>He's way too busy with you inside him
>"H-Hey Anon."
>Dash flutters in the air, panting
>She flops down on top of Soarin's back and presses her cum-soaked pussy into your face
>Ok, why not
>You dig in, trying to clean her off as much as possible
>Jesus, his load is massive
>Fuck
>He tastes pretty goddamn good, though
>Pony cum is pretty sweet. Plus, Dash always had a weird citrus taste
>Not too bad together
>The taste of the fluids, combined with Soarin' clenching and squeezing your length, makes quick work of your libido
>You find yourself exploding into Soarin, pumping him full of almost as much cum as he pumped into Dash
>Fucking awesome, jesus



(Original writefag left it there and this is the only ending written by anyone on the thread)

>Soarin's heavy breathing slows down
>"Man, that was awesome! You're a pretty great lay."
"You too, Soarin"
>"I'm just glad you're bi. That oughta let more ponies get the human experience, right?" he says, chuckling
"Oh, I'm not bi, I'm just straight."
>"What?"
>"What?"
>Both ponies ask in unison
"I'm straight. I'm not even into gay sex."
>"Anon, you just fucked me in the ass."
>"Yeah, Anon, fucking Soarin in the ass is gay sex, and it makes you bi."
"Oh, you guys must not have heard me."
>Soarin looks at you, puzzled
>"Heard you say what?"
"Right before I fucked your ass, I said 'no homo'. That makes it not gay."
>Seventeen seconds of awkward silence follows
>"Welp, later Anon. Later Soarin. I'm getting the fuck outta here."
>"Yeah, me too, Anon. See ya later"
"Bye guys."
>As you walk back to your fapstation, something's bothering you
>But you can't put your finger on it
>You try to fap, but you can't concentrate with this thing nagging you
>After thinking for a moment, you remember what it-
>Oh shit!
>You forgot to cum inside Rainbow Dash