1. Well-Intentioned

The office was still bland. If anything, the waiting room was actually duller than the offices. The only real features were the secretary’s desk and a row of chairs; even those blurred into the rest of the room thanks to their flat, white colors. A door on the far side led to the rest of the building, but aside from its hinges and handle it looked like just another part of the wall. It had been a week since she was last here, but Heather was fairly certain that the office chair had been cushioned, instead of this molded piece of plastic she was sitting in now. There were a few other ponies occupying some of them, but they seemed as bored as her.

She shifted her flank again, and she could feel the dildo buried inside her body reposition slightly. She had wrapped her tail around her groin to hide it, but nopony seemed to notice or mind anyway. No one had given her a second glance on the walk over, and no one was now.

The smell was definitely noticeable. Every time she shifted in her seat, the toy would press into her body, and a little trickle of her juices would follow it out. The longer it took her appointment to arrive, the damper her tail got. The smell was strong enough to reach her nose now. It was still faint, but that didn’t make it any easier to ignore. There weren’t many other ponies in the office, and none of them spared her a second glance.

A pair of mares walked in. Heather’s ear flicked. They were in the middle of a conversation. Anything was a welcome distraction in the sterile waiting room, alone with the scent of her body.

“I’m just saying, it sounds like it won’t work,” the blue one said.

“And what if it does? I sure wouldn’t complain about having less fresh converts everywhere,” the pink one said.

“But humans don’t know anything about magic or energy redirection! They could really hurt themselves.”

“They haven’t got much left to lose anyway.” The pink one paused to sign a sheet of paper, and her friend followed suit. The secretary behind the desk waved them in, but didn’t look up from her papers. “Besides, I heard a pony scientist went over to help them.”

“That’s crazy! Why would anypony want to do something like that?”

The pink one shrugged. “A human helped make the conversion serum. A pony helping with a barrier lock wouldn’t be too different. Every species always has some mavericks lurking around.”

“I guess that’s true. Still, seems risky,” the blue one said. “Especially since the barrier has gotten so big.”

“If you ask me, they might be able to slow it down, but stopping expansion completely would take way too much work. They’d need more than one defector to know everything we do about energy manipulation, and even then, they’d need to build enough of the things…”

The two entered the door that led to the offices, and their voices immediately cut off as it closed.

Heather frowned. Barrier. That sounded familiar. Something about the human world she had forgotten, by the sound of it. It definitely felt important.

The recollection inched closer the more she mulled it over. She shifted in her chair and flinched slightly as her leg moved. Right. She had almost forgotten about the piece of silicon buried inside her body. Ignoring it probably defeated the point of leaving it there, but it was hardly comfortable. A little respite couldn’t hurt.

A door opened, and Soft Shock poked her torso through. She looked up from her clipboard and her eyes immediately settled on Heather. “Ah, Heather, there you are. Right on time. Please, do come in.”

It was a short walk to Soft Shock’s office. It looked the same as before. Heather had been right; these chairs were cushioned.

Soft Shock waved a hoof at the chair as she sat down. “Please, have a seat.” One of her white notepads was ready for her, sitting patiently in the middle of her desk. A white pen sat next to it. “This debriefing is mostly to check in on you, make sure that you’re integrating into pony society seamlessly.” Soft Shock smiled. It was the same disarming smile from last week, and the pen in her mouth didn’t make it any less potent. “I see you have a cutie mark, which answers my first three questions.” A few checkmarks on the paper. “Are you enjoying your new job?”

“Yes,” Heather said.

“Good.” Another check mark. “Fire Work is an old friend of mine. She always treats fresh converts well.”

“Yes, she does.”

Soft Shock turned a page. The tiny sound was sharp and noticable in the quiet of the office. “Having a good boss and a cutie mark are good first steps, but sometimes memories can take their time reforming. Have you been learning the trade well? Would you say you are good at it?”

Heather shifted in her seat. “I…” She bit her lip. She hadn’t been looking anywhere in particular, but now she found herself looking at the floor.

“Yes?”

“I could show you, if you want.”

“Show me what?”

Heather finally looked up. Soft Shock still had that polite smile on her face, patiently waiting for an answer.

“I could show you…how I do my job.”

“Oh?” Soft Shock set her pad down. She did it carefully, slowly. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s fine.” Heather rose from her seat. Her tail slowly drifted sideways as she did, a few strands of hair unsticking from her body. “After all, ponies are much more objective about these sorts of things. Fire Work told me. No reason not to.” Her tail kinked to the side, and her scent started to leak into the room.

“Well, if you’re absolutely certain,” Soft Shock said. “I don’t usually do such, uhm, direct evaluations, but it would certainly help me see how you’re integrating into your new career.” Her chair slid easily across the white carpet. The back was just curved enough to let her lean back, the seat just wide enough to let her spread her legs. The white pleather of the seat squeaked as she shifted her position. The same legs-spread, back-arched welcome that Heather had gotten so used to seeing. The only difference this time was the presence of armrests, but they were too far apart to be an impediment.

Heather skirted the desk and approached Soft Shock. Approach slowly: dragging things out a little at the right moment builds suspense, Fire Work had told her.

The room was still quiet, but now the flapping of paper had been replaced with Soft Shock’s breathing. She was a little excited, Heather could tell. Her eyes followed Heather’s every movement, and a few strands of her mane had already spilt out of her bun.

Heather finally arrived behind the desk and knelt down. Soft Shock smelled nice, like grass clippings. Fire Work had put on just enough perfume and shampoo to mingle with the smell of her body, but Soft Shock had completely covered it up. Even as Heather drove her tongue into the pony, the smell persisted.

Couldn’t have that.

Heather slid a hoof down to her groin. The toy buried inside her felt so big. Her muscles were clamping down on it, and she could feel every inch of it inside her. When it slid in deeper, a tingle rippled across her entire body.

Her moan was muffled by Soft Shock’s body. She could feel the vibrations of her tongue echoing across Soft Shock’s folds, feel the shudders as Soft Shock whimpered and clutched at her chair.

Her pussy was starting to get warm. She coaxed the dildo a bit, and another electric surge began to radiate across her. It was like a spreading fire, and every little movement coaxed it further along. Even the feel of the carpet rubbing against her started to help her along. If she hadn’t been sitting already, the pinpricks of pleasure would’ve made her legs buckle.

Another moan, another whimper. Heather could feel herself dripping onto the carpet. The smell had crept upward. Hot and sticky and musky. The smell of her own body cut right through Soft Shock’s conditioner. The scent sticking to her nostrils was like a hypodermic full of caffeine. She picked up her pace, her tongue drilling into Soft Shock, her mouth massaging the pony’s clit.

Soft Shock whimpered again. One of her forelegs fell to the side, clearly too drained to continue clamping onto her chair.

Heather gasped, and this time it was loud enough to interrupt her rhythmic working of Shock’s pussy. She could feel every hair on her body. The ones on her foreleg and chest rubbed against each other, the ones on her back legs rubbed against the carpet, and the ones on her other foreleg rubbed against her client. The rest just stood at attention. A stray breath from Soft Shock sent another prickle flowing across her, crashing into the one at her pussy and back again.

Soft Shock wasn’t the moist type. She was barely wet at all, and definitely not enough to taste anything. Heather worked her hoof again, trying to coax more out of her body, to make up the difference.

The smell filled the room now. It had drowned out the conditioner and sterile furniture completely, replacing them with the fragrant, intoxicating stench of sweat and sex and pleasure.

Every breath Heather took buried the smell inside her nostrils and mouth. It was like drinking ninety proof vodka, the way it burnt into her throat and lungs. Before it could fade she was already taking another breath, and a fresh coat would soak into her.

Soft Shock moaned, loud and deep and throaty. The sound stuttered a little, like a frayed film reel. By the time she finished she had gone back to whimpering, and as she finished screaming her body slumped into the chair.

That was fast.

Heather tore her face away. She hadn’t really been paying attention to Soft Shock, but the pony definitely looked winded. There was a sheen of sweat on her coat, and her chair looked far glossier than when they had started.

Heather licked her lips. She hadn’t really gotten to finish, but that was okay. As long as Soft Shock was happy. Her job wasn’t to work on herself after all.

Minutes passed. The only sound in the room was Soft Shock breathing heavily, hunched in her chair. Heather was breathing quickly as well, but it was drowned out by Soft’s ragged inhales.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Heather asked.

Soft Shock coughed. “Yes…yes I did.” She dragged herself upright, her legs visibly shaking. “I…I think I can safely say you are integrating into pony society.” She lurched out of her chair and towards her desk. Her mane was askew. Her bun looked like a cord of yarn that hadn’t been tied tightly, just barely holding its shape. Every step she took made it sag a little further down her neck. “I’ll let Fire Work know the Department appreciates her effort.” Another check mark on the paper, this one far more jagged than the others. “I’ll… Thank you for your time, Heather. I’ll make sure your dossier is ready for our meeting next week.”

Heather nodded and headed towards the door. Her tail was still kinked to the side, but it slowly drifted back into place. By the time she opened the door it was the same as ever, the dildo clearly poking out just beneath it.

The door closed, and Soft Shock collapsed into her seat. She hadn’t had such an enthusiastic convert in a while. She ran a hoof through her mane, and a few stray hairs stuck back into place, glued together by sweat.

That was a good thing, though. Sometimes fresh converts took a while to adjust, so it was good that Heather was adapting so well. Soft Shock smiled to herself. It always made her feel good to help the humans overcome themselves and become part of Equestria.

She dragged her chair back into place and settled in. Her next appointment wasn’t for a bit, so she could catch her breath. It had been a busy week for new converts, but that just meant that the Conversion Bureau was doing its job correctly, making the transition as painless and accommodating as possible.

She leaned back in her chair. Whenever she got tired this was her favorite position. The Acclimation Department’s motto was inscribed above her office door, and it always reminded her of her duty, of all the converts she had helped and all the ones she would help in the future.

After all; “A place for everyone, and everyone in their place.”

Author's Note

"I distrust the government but as a realistic conservative I think government is staffed with mostly well-intentioned but incompetent people — not because they're dumb, but because bureaucracies are dumb. These conspiracy theorists reverse this entirely. They think government is evil-intentioned but supremely, even divinely, competent. That's crazy-talk, Count Chocula."
— Jonah Goldberg, Skepticism Versus Paranoia

This story was an interesting experience for me; using sex to explore character is nearly the exact opposite of what I normally use this account for (using characters to explore sex). In a way, the sex scenes were the part I had the hardest time writing, because they had to be constructed with a purpose other than arousal.

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