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"It's been a long time since I mysteriously arrived in Ponyville. It's an idyllic little place; immaculate weather, friendly faces everywhere, and some of the best food I've ever sampled. Sometimes, on days like these, I like to sit down on a bench and reminisce on my time living here... It's hard to put it to words, there's nothing really like the realization that how I've been, has remained for too long to simply call a 'good mood'.

It all started out so awkwardly. Ponies are incredibly kind, but they can get real stubborn with some of their cultural values. To them, nudity is the norm, and sexual acts are just another expression of friendship. It left me wordless for my first month or so, watching as these ponies systematically destroy every single "surely they wouldn't" I've mentally asked myself.

A little brown colt, couldn't possibly be older than 10, trots up to me in the midst of my musing. I'm reasonably sure his name is Button Mash, but there are so many names I know now, it's hard to keep track. Once the colt gets close, he tilts his head to the side, inquisitively, in that perfectly innocent manner that I swear is deeply ingrained within ponykind's natural instincts. Yet, without a single word spoken, I already know what he's here for.

I give him a quick scratch under the chin (These ponies are too cute not to pet), before resting my thumb in his warm, moist mouth. My other hand reaches beneath him, firmly grasping his already-hard cock. Just like that, I'm jerking off yet another pony I hardly knew beforehand. He quickly starts moaning under my practiced fingers, fully enjoying a specific kind of pleasure that most ponies, lacking a source of hands, simply don't get to.

His inexperienced, young body finishes pretty quickly. As I feel him flare up, I cup my hand beneath his cock. It's thrilling, in a way, feeling that smooth warmth give way to a stickiness being splattered all over my palm. I also finally remove my thumb from his mouth, letting him catch his breath as I lick the mess off my other hand.

Once Button Mash recovers, he doesn't comment at all about what just happened. Once I had gotten used to it, nopony ever does, really. Instead, he invites me to his house for some video games. I agree, of course; even if he's just a kid, I've enjoyed the company of every single pony I've met so far. It's also been a while since I last played one... I really ought to ask him where he even gets any."