Chapter 3: Panna Cotta
(minor bondage)

“Oh-oh-oh yes!”

The past two weeks have been two of the best in my life. Not only have I been more and more accepted by the townsponies by the day, but I have the best job anypony could ask for.

“Harder!”

I get paid to make mare's fantasies come true. Sometimes that fantasy involves a pony that's married, like Soarin with Dash. Others want a guy that doesn't exist, like Captain Equestria with Roseluck. Maybe the guy they want is gay, like Caramel with Carrot Top.

“Fuck your naughty teacher, Rumble!”

Or it was just illegal, as was the case here.

Cheerilee hates the fact that she finds herself drawn towards the children she teaches. She never does anything to any of them, but when she approached me, she said it was getting harder to resist. With me, she can live out her fantasy without going to prison for a long time.

I gave one last thrust, pushing as deep as I could, emptying my testes into the mulberry mare bent over the desk. Her snatch squeezed me, milking me dry, as she screamed 'my' name. After a few moments, I pulled out and transformed back into my natural form, pulling up my pants. Cheerilee got dressed, paid me and gave me one last kiss.

“Thank you,” she said. “I don't know if I could have kept myself in control for very much longer. Especially with my estrus cycle in full swing. Could we set up another time?”

“I'll have to check my schedule,” I replied. “I'll let you know.”

“Oh, wait,” she said. “You never cast a contraception spell.”

I smiled, “I cast an anti-fertility spell on myself every week. You couldn't get pregnant if I injected a gallon of my sperm right on your egg at the peak of fertility.”

“Oh, good,” she sighed as she handed me a bag. “I don't think I could deal with a child all day, every day.”

“Neither can I.” I counted the bits and tied it to my belt. “See you later.”

I stepped out of the school house and into the sun. I always found it funny that ponies aren't allowed to have sex until they were sixteen. In changeling culture, sex was something any who were capable of producing offspring did. Hell, my first time was at twelve with my teacher. Oh well, ponies were weird anyway. I turned toward town and made for the market district intent on spending my hard earned cash.

Being a Friday, the market was bustling with activity. The Flower sisters shop filled the air with the floral fragrance. Applejack gave me her daily untrusting glare as she called out her wares. Fluttershy was browsing Carrot Top's stand, likely searching for a treat for her animals.

I approached my oldest pony friend. “Yo, Fluttershy! What's up?”

She yelped at my sudden greeting and spun around, her shocked look turning into a warm smile as she recognized me. “Oh, Nosh. You startled me.”

I smile as I feel what I figure is the taste of 'close friendship'. It's hard to tell sometimes what a type of love is when it's meant for you. Freely given love almost never tastes the same as it's stolen counterpart. Whenever I took the identity of ponies in the past, close friendship tasted like fresh lemon poppy seed muffins, but Fluttershy's friendship is meant for me so it tastes more like strawberries with cream. I never had a close pony friend, though, so I'm just guessing that's what it was.

“Sorry about that, Flutters,” I apologized. “I was just about to get a couple things and was wondering if you would like to join me?”

She blushed lightly and looked back at the vegetables she had just purchased. “Oh, um, I'm sorry, but I have to get home. You know how Angelica can get when she gets hungry.” I chuckle. That bunny was every inch the little devil her father was. “But... maybe you could come over for diner? I wouldn't mind company.”

I smile and reply, “Sounds fun. I'll be there. Six, right?”

She giggled, “You know me too well, Nosh.” Her eyes landed on my wallet tied to my belt and frowned. “I see you... um... worked again.” I knew she didn't like my new job. She thought I was better than a common comfort horse, but she was a good friend and supported me. “Do you mind if I ask who?”

“Oh, come on, Fluttershy,” I give her a disapproving look, “You know I take client confidentiality seriously. Why do you insist on asking, anyway?”

“I... I guess...” the yellow mare hesitated. “I really should get back. Angelica is probably getting cranky. I'll see you this evening, Nosh.”

“Alright, see ya.” I watched as the mare walked towards her cottage at a hurried pace. I shook my head. That mare has been acting weird ever since I was revealed to the public, almost over protective. I guess she's just worried that, now that everypony knows I’m a changeling, somepony is going to try to hurt me. That was just like her, to worry about others.

I turn away from the retreating form of my friend to see a pair of wandering, golden eyes. The pony they belonged to reached out, handing me a letter. “Mail from the office of Princess Celestia,” the mare said.

“The princess?” I took the letter from the mare and looked in curiosity at the royal seal. “I wonder what it's about?” She's not reconsidering my citizenship, is she? The thought scared me a bit. If she decided I was a threat, I’d have to run. All the friends I made in Ponyville, gone in a heartbeat.

“Hey, don't worry,” the mailmare said. “If it was bad, she would have sent guards.”

I blink dumbly at the idea. Why the hell didn't I think about that? I laugh a bit. “I guess that's true, huh. Derpy, right?” she nodded her confirmation. “You're pretty perceptive, you know.”

A blush spread across her cheeks as she rubbed the back of her head. “Not really. I just do a lot of work with the government. Though, I'll admit, I don't deliver many letters from the princess.”

“Well, thank you, Miss Hooves,” I said as I began opening the letter.

“Take care, Mister Vosal,” she said with a wave before flying off.

I chuckle and shake my head. She was nice. I pull out the letter and a golden ticket. I grab the gold ticket in my magic as I begin reading the letter.

Dear Nosh Vosal,

You are cordially invited to the first annual Canterlot Palace Bash, a social event inspired by the Grand Galloping Gala but with the common pony in mind. Music, dancing, food, and games will be in constant supply, as well as an open bar.

Your presence especially, Mister Vosal, is greatly anticipated. It is the hope of the princesses that your interaction with ponies at this event will show both ponies and changelings that peace is a real possibility between our two races.

Your ticket has instructions as well as the date and time of the event. Transportation will be provided. Please dress formally.

We look forward to seeing you,
Time Piece, personal secretary to Princess Celestia.

I look over it again. Celestia is inviting me to a party?

I scanned the invitation again. The part about dressing formally was going to be a bit of an issue, not having anything clothing that and all. Well, I did just get paid, so I figured I would see Fluttershy's seamstress friend. She seemed like she was fine with me, if still a bit cold.

A destination in mind, I turned toward Carousel Boutique and started walking, whistling a happy tune.

The bell over the door rang as I walked in. From the back, a sing-song voice called out, “Just a min~ute,” so I waited. The place was just like last time I was in here. Of course, that was before I was found out, and Rarity might not like seeing me here right now.

“Oh... it's you,” Rarity said, sizing me up as she walked into the front.

She was radiant as ever. Her perfectly curled mane and tail, her pristine white coat, the long, elegant black dress that showed off her luscious curves and her large breasts that one would usually only find on earth ponies.

“Miss Rarity,” I greeted as polite as I could, tearing my gaze from her body to meet her eyes. “I received a letter today from Princess Celestia informing me of a party she wishes me to attend.”

“The Canterlot Palace Bash, I assume,” she stated. “Twilight mentioned the event.”

“That's correct, ma'am,” I replied. “I was hoping you would be willing to make a suit for me to wear to the party. I'll understand if you don't want to, as it could hurt your business to deal with changelings.”

Rarity nodded and said, “It could... but you have been a good friend to Fluttershy. I will make your suit, but... and I hate to ask this, but I must think of my future... I ask you not tell ponies where you acquired it.”

I smiled at her, trying to reassure her that I wasn't bothered by it. “I understand, Miss Rarity.”

“Oh, I feel like such a barbarian for even requesting such a thing.” Rarity gave an adorable pout. “I do apologize. I think you are quite the fine stallion, and am grateful for the service you provide the town. There are already not enough stallions to go around in Equestria, and Ponyville is worse off than most. We've been in need of a companion stallion,” Rarity's smile turned into a sly grin, “and from what I've heard around town, you're quite the talent.”

I blushed slightly. “Well, I have a bit of an advantage over tribals.”

“Yes, you can make a mare's dreams come true.” Rarity folded her arms and approached me, eying me with a calculating gaze. “Perhaps we can come to some kind of agreement. My work is quite exquisite and costly... as is yours.”

I saw where this was going. “A trade then?”

The seamstress sat in a chair so I took the one nearby. Her horn flashed and a tea set was summoned to the table between. She poured two cups before continuing. “Indeed. It has been some time since I’ve shared my bed with a stallion.”

I grinned at that, taking a sip. “Any stallion you had in mind?”

Rarity thought for a moment before answering, “Yes, actually. A fine stallion who is, unfortunately, already married.”

“Fancy Pants?” I inquired.

Rarity giggled. “Fluttershy did say you were a collector for your people. I suppose you learn to read ponies quite well in that line of work.”

“I was one of the best,” I bragged a bit.

“So,” Rarity got back to business, “Are you available?”

“Well, I'm going to Fluttershy's for dinner, but I’m free until then.”

Rarity gave me a seductive gaze as she pushed herself from her chair and leaned over me, “Not anymore, you aren't.”

Her lips made contact right after the words left her mouth. My right hand rose, grabbing the back of her head, pulling her in as my left brushed along the small of her back. She broke away before we could get too passionate and went to the door to lock it and flip the sign to closed.

She turned back to me with a seductive smile. “Shall we, Mr. Vosal?”

As I stood, my form rippled as I transformed into the famed entrepreneur. “I do say, Miss Rarity, have you already forgotten my name?”

Rarity stood there for a few seconds, eyes wide in surprise before her mind caught up. Her smile grew slightly. “My apologies. Shall we, Fancy?”

“Let's.”

Rarity took walked ahead of me as she led me upstairs. Her hips were swaying in an obvious manner, but I wasn't complaining. She opened her bedroom door and invited me inside. The room was not quite as extravagant as I expected. Sure it was nice, with a large four-post bed, mahogany writing table, and a few pictures of family adorning the wall, but that was about it.

“Please, make yourself comfortable while I freshen up.” Rarity gave a seductive wink as she went into her bathroom.

I heard the shower turn on and looked towards the sound. Apparently, Rarity “forgot” to shut the door all the way, giving me a nice show. Her hand reached behind her and slowly started dragging the zipper down. With that done, she slid the dress down, wiggling far more than necessary. Yeah, she was definitely giving me a show. She then slid off her bra and panties in a way that left her bits hidden from my sight. Oh, the tease.

As she left my sight, I practically tore my clothes off. I took her 'subtle' invitation and crept into the bathroom. Her form was just visible through the cloudy shower door, facing away from me at the moment. With a grin, I strode over and quietly slid it open and stepped inside the roomy shower.

“Oh, lady Rarity,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist, causing her to jump slightly. The warm water washed over us, wetting our manes, tails, and coats. “I simply could not stay away.”

A smile grew on the mare's face when she realized what I was doing and played along. “But Fancy, what of Fleur? You're a married stallion.”

“I have no love for her,” I said, continuing our little role-play as I kissed her neck. “Our marriage is nothing but a business arrangement. My heart belongs to you.”

Rarity turned around, facing me. “Oh, Fancy, you've made me so happy.” She pulled me in for a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues danced around, exploring each other, as my hand cupped her ample breast. The beautiful mare pulled away with a seductive smile on her face. “I see I’m not the only one.”

I suppressed a moan when I felt her hand gently wrap around my shaft, stroking softly. She gave me another quick kiss on the lips before trailing more down my chest and stomach. Her kisses slowed when she got to my waist. She looked up at me with one of the sexiest looks I’ve ever seen as she kissed my base... then a little higher... and higher... and higher... until one last kiss was placed on the flat tip. It took all my willpower not to blow my load right there, it was that sexy a sight.

“Having trouble, are we?” she teased, as she began fondling my balls.

She gave no quarter, licking up my length before taking me into her mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head at the sensation of her teeth just barely brushing me, adding to the pleasure. As her head began bobbing up and down, I ran my fingers through her wet mane. I had been with a lot of mares but few could combine the shear sexyness and talent of this mare right here. It was obvious she was the type to enjoy a little bedroom fun-time every now and then.

Always the gentlecolt, my left hand began stroking her mane while my right found the spot behind the ear that served as an erogenous zone, lightly scratching it. The combination of the scrotum massage, gentle sucking, swirling tongue, and the her moaning from the ear scratching proved to be too much for me.

“Rarity, I'm about to cum,” I warned.

Quick as a shot, the seamstress released me and shifted to the side, letting my spunk fly past her.

“Sorry. Darling,” she cooed. “I know stallions like it when a mare swallows, but I abhor the taste and I refuse to get it in my mane.”

“Oh, I'm not complaining,” I assured her. “That was the best BJ I've ever had.”

She giggled at that. “Yes, though it shames me to admit, I went through a phase where I was quite... active.”

“It served you well, honestly,” I said truthfully. “You'll make some lucky stallion very happy some day.”

“Yes, well, we aren't finished yet.” The horned beauty gave me a lustful smile as she turned around, the water cascading down her shoulders and back. “Now, Fancy, make love to me.”

“As my lady wishes,” I replied, falling back into character.

I approached her slowly, admiring her luscious curves. As I came behind her, I gently brushed my fingers up her spine to her shoulders, sending shivers in their wake. At the top, I traced around her shoulder blades to her sides and then gently down the sided, eliciting a moan from the mare. Being a sex addict will teach you things like that about the female body.

“Oh, Fancy, stop teasing me,” she pleaded.

Her tail, being wet and heavy, hung limply over her marehood, blocking it from my invasion, so I wrapped it around my left hand and moved it to the side. With that taken care of, I aligned myself with her love cave and grinned wickedly as an idea came to mind.

“Darling, why are yoOOOOUUUUU!”

Her Question was interrupted as I, instead of simply trusting into her, yanked on her tail, pulling her onto me. I tasted the acidic taste of pain, but it was overshadowed by the sweetness of pleasure. It was handy being an empath at times like this.

“Oh, F-Fancy,” Rarity moaned. “Wh-why are you being so rough?”

“Whatever is the matter, my dear,” I said, yanking her back again. “Do you not enjoy it?”

“Oh!” Another yank. “I-I don't... Oh...” Another. “Yes! Oh, yes I do! Ravage me!”

With that confirmation, I grabbed a fist full of mane in my right hand and pulled back, yanking on her tail again as I slammed into her. The scream she let out was a mix of pleasure and pain that drove me wild as I slammed into her again. Unfortunately, just as I started getting into it, the hot water decided it had enough.

I groaned in frustration, and turned the water off with my magic and flung open the shower door. Grabbing Rarity around the waist, she yelped, and I carried her out of the bathroom, soaking wet, and forced her face down on the bed with her legs hanging off the edge.

“Nosh, you're getting everythiNNNGGG!”

Once again, I cut her off, this time with a towel in her mouth as I tied it behind her head followed by a second around her eyes. Her lust tripled as I used a belt to bind her hands behind her back. When she was properly bound, I trust back into her forcefully, my empathy once again assuring my she did, in fact, enjoy it.

“Do you like this?” I hissed, my hips colliding with hers eliciting a muffled yelp. “Do you like being treated like a slut?”

She replied with a “Mmhm.” followed by some more muffled words he couldn't make out. I grabbed her tail and began yanking her back in time with my thrusts. I let my disguise drop, seeing no reason to waste energy with it seeing as the nature of Rarity's fantasy had changed. I'm sure she still found Fancy Pants attractive, but what she really wanted was to drop the prim and proper for a moment and just be used. Sure, she loved her lifestyle, but even she was stifled by the ruled of high society. She just didn't realize it before now.

She needed to shed her shell and be what we were all meant to be; an animal.

I grabbed her mane, pulling her off the bed as I continued to abuse her pussy and grabbed one of her supple breasts with my free hand. As her moans began to intensify, I hissed in her ear, “I want to hear your moans,” and released the gag.

The high-class mare nearly screamed in orgasm as her cunt tried to strangle my cock. Her climax reached, I buried myself into her and let it go, pumping my essence deep into her.

I hadn't even finished filling the gorgeous unicorn when her bedroom door flew open. I looked over to see an orange earth pony mare in jeans, a flannel shirt and a stetson charging at me. Too late, my sex-addled mind registered me, balls deep in a tied up mare, and what it might be misconstrued as a criminal act.

“You some'bitch!,” the apple farmer yelled as she threw her fist at my face, sending me into darkness.

Author's Note

Panna Cotta, in case you're wondering is a very fancy dessert.

I know everyone wants the spa twins, and I'm working on a way to do them (hehe, do. Get it?). Sadly, the next chapter won't be them either, but maybe the one after. I might try putting more into this, but no promises. I'll at least try to get one out quicker than this one... again, no promises.