Struggling to pull his eyes off Cheerilee’s generous posterior, Anon began to put back on his shirt. It was true, he did have to be told every time that she was on Zecora’s ‘anti-preggo’ potion, as he now coined it thanks to Pinkie Pie’s ridiculous name for it. It wasn’t just Cheerilee who had to tell him this each time though, as he made sure every mare he rutted confirmed they were on it too. It was awfully convenient that such a brew was available to the town, since, contrary to its innocent nature, Ponyville was filled to the brim with slutty mares and stallions alike. Being he more often got thanked in sex than anything else nowadays, Anon was adamant about ensuring every mare he railed was on the potion. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of raising a foal, but more so he was hoping to find the mare that felt right–emotionally, because they sure as heck felt right physically.