Futa Shot Glasses

by Methionine

Rating: mature
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Length: 12131

Futa one shots that aren't quite long enough to stand on their own.

Enough futa to fill a shot glass.

These are single-scene one-shots too short to stand on their own independently, scraps of ideas that never got anywhere, odds, ends, bits and bobs, and the like. Most are futa-on-males though there will be some exceptions. Any important tags are in the title of each chapter so you should be able to avoid anything you don't like.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-09 14:20:03 UTC

Freshly Squeezed - (You x Raricow)

If it’s not one thing it’s another, it always is. That knock at your door is, no doubt, Pinkie come to drag you away for another day’s exhausting escapades couched under the banner of ’fun’. Worse again with her rationalising that since you work so hard on the Apple homestead you must need some time and some way to kick back and have fun. As if the idea of a quiet night in was like an impenetrable mystery for her.

The only small consolation is the late hour which means if you are grabbed it’ll probably be for one of the more tolerable night time get togethers. You’re more sure of that as the knocking grows more insistent but it’s not accompanied by any of her usual exuberant exhortations for you to exit.

"Alright, alright, keep your horseshoes on- Pinkie?"

In the dim light you can barely make out a set of hooves poking out from under a long cloak, obscuring teh entirety of whoever stands on your doorstep. They almost look white but there aren’t that many white-coated ponies in town, certainly none you can think of that would have any reason to call by.

"I’m… *Ahem* I’m afraid not." The pony pulls back the hood, just enough for you to see a white coated face and purple mane. You’d say it’s rarity but she if it is, she has one hell of a bruise across her left eye. "M-May I come in?"

You nearly fall over yourself, trying to step aside to let the obviously wounded pony move past you. That would certainly explain the cloak she’s wearing but not why she’s in the state she is, nor why it’s you she’s come to. Certainly, Rarity had expressed surprise about your size in the past; maybe she thinks you have the best hope of protecting her.

Rather than the usual routine of pressing on into your living room and spending the next few minutes critiquing your, apparently, poor choice of décor, Rarity simply stands awkwardly, not looking up to you. When you reach down a comforting hand to her back she jumps, letting out a muted cry of shock and continues to pull away as you lower yourself.

"Rarity, what happened?"

This close you can pick out the sound of her sobbing lightly and it’s quickly accompanied by a hoof rubbing in under her hood.

"It was… it was a mistake, all some stupid mistake!"

Walked into a door? Fell down the stairs? Maybe even said something she shouldn’t have or was too critical.

"Alright, just tell me who did this and we can go from there."

She sniffles again, finally moving away from shying from you. A few deep, calming breaths, a blue eye glimmering in the light of your kitchen barely visible and then she casts back her hood. It’s worse than you thought – almost the entire left side of her face is black. Not just black and blue as you might expect from bad bruising but completely black.

"It really was my fault. Oh I suppose Twilight played a hoof, too but I was the one who volunteered."

Coupled with the lack of any swelling, this is starting to sound more than a little off. Volunteered? And Twilight would never do something to hurt her friends, least of all striking one of them.

More to give yourself time to think on this, you lead Rarity into the living room and sit her down on the couch. She does so carefully, careful to keep herself covered by her cloak, paying particular attention to the area between her hind legs.

"Maybe you should start from t-e beginning?"

~=~

Two cups of tea later and you’re sitting there staring at her, barely able to believe it all.

As she told it, Rainbow Dash had become taken up with Fluttershy talking to her critters and wanted to find out from Twilight if there as a spell that’d give her the same ability. Which there wasn’t, at least not directly but Twilight, being the ever-diligent student, was more than ready to piece together parts of others to create one that would have the desired effect.

Of course, without actually testing it, there was no way to know if it actually worked. Oh it would be harmless, that much she’d stressed and with little enough magic behind it so that any untoward side-effects should be temporary. Then there’d been the question of what species to pick and, after some deliberation, they’d settled on cows. Most already had the ability to speak Equestrian but for those that couldn't, the spell should have proved useful even in its limited state to allow communication.

Naturally, Rarity had been the one to step forward, more than happy to both help Twilight in her studies and Rainbow Dash with such a noble goal. And it had all been going according to plan but then… something went wrong, or perhaps the spell had been miscalculated. Whatever the cause, the result was the same – instead of simply allowing Rarity to commune with cows, it hard partially turned her into one. Something about an aspect from the polymorphism spell Twilight had pulled parts from.

"And so you see, I had to come to you now, when nopony else could see me." As luck would have it, her horn was still functional and she sits levitating her still steaming cup to herself, sipping lightly.

"Well, uh… That all does make sense but, and please don’t take this the wrong way, why did you come to me?"

The cup falters in her magical grasp, a few drops of tea spilling over before Rarity can regain control and it shakily levitates back to the table. Where before she’d sat quietly, slowly going over the day’s events, now Rarity fidgets with her hooves against her lap.

"Yes, well… you see… You’re the only friend I can call upon to… urgh… assist me." At her insistent gaze you merely cock an eyebrow, which earns you another frustrated groan. "You’re the only male friend I can speak to about this!"

Rarity nods downwards on that last word, shifting her hooves apart. Obviously she’s indicating… oh. Oh! Were her lady parts affected by this ordeal too? Discoloured? Changed into a cow’s? Did she want reassurance about that? How in the hell would you even begin?

Without waiting for you to speak, Rarity shuffles her cloak upwards, pulling it off herself. Just as she said, the discolouration runs along her hind legs too, so obviously it is across her body. Outwardly, she’s still the same pony except for that and the long, black and white mottled penis that rests between her-

If you’d been holding your own cup it’d be on the floor by now. You were prepared for the awkwardness of quickly turning aside from her genitals but this? This is so far beyond anything you could have anticipated the only thing you can do is sit and stare.

"See?" She spits accusingly, finally pulling your eyes to hers. "I’m hideous now!" Eyes that start to water along with a burgeoning quaver in her voice. "Wh-What kind of s-stallion would ever want me after this!"

Before you even know what you’re doing you’re off your seat and over next to her, wrapping an arm around her and letting her turn to bury her head in your chest. You still can’t take your eyes off that… thing, though; flared out at the tip and glistening with what can only be precum, it looks about half-mast.

"Twilight… T-Twilight said it was because my p-pony body couldn't create teats like a cow. This was the closest thing." Her hind legs rub together, her penis throbbing lightly as they touch against it. "A-And that it’s like this because… because I need to be… milked!" She scooches in closer, pulling her hind legs up until she’s pressed in against your side, gazing up with still moistened eyes. "I didn’t know who else to turn to, I’m sorry, I couldn't get it to go down."

She may not be bawling hysterically, caught in one of her melodramas but that only makes the way she leans in to you cloud your decision. Obviously Twilight’s the best one to deal with this, having caused the problem in the first place but at the same time, she does know about this and obviously hasn’t offered to help. Maybe she can’t, lacking hands and all.

Whoah now, where did that come from? What’s wrong with just rubbing… it with hooves? More to the point, what’s stopping Rarity from doing that?

"Rarity, please don’t take- Rarity, it’s okay." You extend an arm around her, letting her rest against the crook of it before looking up to you and pulling her sobbing under control somewhat. "I’m not here to judge you, alright? But why couldn’t you just, um… you know, use your hooves?"

The mare sniffles, blue eyes looking your face over but betraying no hint of whatever’s going on behind them. Her hind legs shuffle against you, her member undulating between them until it’s resting across one of her thighs, against your leg. Your immediate thought is to pull away but bearing in mind just who you’re dealing with, you rein that impulse in sharply.

"Use my… hooves? Whatever do you mean?"

She’d never presented herself as the innocent type and it’s more than a little embarrassing to have to introduce her to what stallions the nation over must be doing. Still, your draw your arm back around and clench your fists, one under the other while fighting against a blush as you start making slow jerking motions.

Rarity watches carefully for a moment, studying everything you do before her face turns as red as a beet and she begins spluttering, putting her hooves over her new genitalia.

"Yeah, if you need to be milked then-"

"Oh! Oh heavens, no! No, I thought that… being a stallion you might have some trick to… well, to force it down!"

"What, you’ve never masturbated before?"

"Whu- Hah! I- Of all the nerve, how dare you suggest I-"

"Rarity, this isn’t the time to be embarrassed about it."

Hooves still firmly set upon her lap, Rarity scrunches up her face and avoids looking at you, muttering under her breath.

"Fine."

Sighing heavily, you can only put your arm back around her and move her in close to you again. It’s not her fault she’s trying to cope with this situation as best she can.

"Then why not just do it?"

Hooves moving apart, eyes still not meeting your own, you’re greeted with just why she’d been covering herself – the thing between her legs has turned much stiffer, to the point where it springs up when free of her grasp and bobs lightly.

"I’ve never… touched a stallion in that way before. It always seemed so… so crude! Using my bare hooves to pleasure him, for his own benefit, using me like a mere device for his own perverse gratification-"

"You’re not with a stallion now!" That certainly shuts her up and vents a little of your frustration. It quickly morphs into a mix of unease and intrigue, watching that stiff thing bobbing freely. "If Twilight was right then you’re basically stuck this way until you get off. Your only options are either to put those hooves to work—on yourself, remember—or find someone who’ll help you."

Bad choice of words.

Upon hearing you, Rarity finally looks up. One of those hooves strays to your hand, gently taking it but making you shudder at the warm, wet sensation. She could at least have wiped them clean…And you can see it already, the question that lies hanging between you two, that’s been danced around ever since she revealed her problem.

"Oh c’mon!"

"You’re the only one I can trust! Please! I don’t want Sweetie Belle to see me like this!"

"Then lock your room and tell her whatever it is whenever you’re masturbating!"

"But… what if it gets everywhere? How do I explain that?"

She’s sitting up on her haunches, looking down at you from that angle and with both hooves on your shoulders. The position leaves her member precariously pointing in your direction and you suddenly lose your voice, concerned that inciting her further might simply push her so far as to let loose over you.

"Please. Just tonight, just until I can make other arrangements." Her hooves slip closer to your neck, then onto your chest and her face comes in close to your own, a black and white picture of supplication. "I hate asking this of you, really I do but I don’t have any other friends I can trust to handle this."

Friends. How many times had she declined payment or discounted it, just because you were her friend? How much had she given to help you make a home for yourself here? If it was any other pony you’d just offer them the place for the night and maybe to get help yourself but this is Rarity – generosity personified. If you were in her position would she turn you away?

"Just… promise me this stays between us."

"Yes, yes absolutely!" As if the sun had suddenly shone on her, Rarity lights up and leaps towards you, wrapping her hooves about your chest. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, ever so much!"

But you’re a little taken up, not with her thanks but the stiff member that pokes and grinds against your stomach. It draws up strange and frighteningly exciting feelings. Rarity had always been an attractive sort. And now you’re going to pleasure her. Maybe not in the way that other ponies might have fantasised but this should feel good all the same, right?

Speaking of which, if what Twilight told her was right then you’ll need to account for any kind of mess. Applejack’s cows could easily give you a couple of pails of milk but with Rarity’s smaller size it shouldn’t be quite so much of an issue. Still, no harm in taking every precaution you can.

"No… no problem. Okay, you just wait there, I need to… get something."

You had one outside, kept for collecting rainwater to use for some of the herbs. It’s a shame to have to throw it all to waste but you’ve got it in your mind to do this for Rarity, no sense faffing about and wasting time. Of course, that does beg the question of just what you’re going to do with this once you’re finished.

But that’s pushed aside in the face of seeing her seated on your couch, hind legs together but doing utterly nothing to conceal the thick, veinous member that rises from her lap. Rarity watches your every move as you approach, eyeing the bucket up and then carefully examining your hands.

You, meanwhile, deliberate upon the best position for this. Standing her over the bucket would be too awkward for both of you, at least if she stands on the couch or the floor. You can’t leave her seated like that, it’ll just spray everywhere like a fountain. Sitting her down in the bath tub is one option but then she’d probably have to sit in your lap and again, there’s no telling just what kind of force is going to be behind her… ejaculation.

It’s the best option open to you, at least until you’ve seen what’s going to happen and can plan for it. If you’re lucky it’ll be no more than a stallion’s and if not…

"Come with me."

There’s a feeling like vertigo, or almost watching yourself do this and you ignore Rarity’s questioning. The bucket swings limply in your grip, brought along in the feeble hope that maybe if you angle things just right, you can catch most of her fluids.

Along the way you pull off your sweater and roll up the sleeves of your shirt, there’s no sense in letting your clothes get ruined in the process. When you reach the bathroom, Rarity is biting her lip and stepping from one hoof to another. You don’t need to look under her to imagine just how hard she must be.

Shoes and socks off, you sit down on the edge of the bath and motion her towards you.

With a ginger spring in her step, Rarity near enough bounds into your arms and doesn’t protest when you turn her around. Legs splayed over yours, you’ve got a clear view over her shoulders, down across her chest and stomach to the throbbing organ that’s been giving her so much trouble.

"Please," she whispers, turning about to face you, "m-milk me."

From that thing protruding from between her legs, your eyes wander to the bucket near the plughole. It’s not like you haven’t been pent up in the past and that kind of pressure naturally leads to a… forceful outburst. Between her quiet whimpering and the way her cock continually twitches it can’t be anything less for Rarity. And it’s that which leaves you still a little on edge.

One step at a time, though, starting with a hand on her thigh, stroking along the velvety soft hair of her coat. Rarity grunts, bucking her hips into your grip, horn narrowly missing your head as she tosses her own back and looks up at you with blue eyes that beseech you for relief. It’s for her, you’re doing this for her – hand on her chest, make a slow descent over her stomach and… Your fingers curl about the turgid member which immediately throbs in your grip.

Rarity lets out a strangled little cry, clamping her mouth shut tight but you hear enough to get a feel for how bad this is. And it’s just as well you have one hand on her thigh, holding her steady; you still can’t tear your thoughts from what’s in your other hand, though. Hot flesh that itself begs for attention, smooth and just as pleasant to the touch as any inch of her coat. If you had more presence of mind you might chide yourself for teasing her so, drawing your hand so slowly up the shaft but this is unexpectedly good.

You pass over the little bump that forms the medial ring of her penis, a white spot on the black flesh going from one side to the other. Rarity kicks her free leg out, holding onto your other hand with a hoof while biting down on hers. You’re so close to the head, it has to be unbearable for her. It’s made all the worse when you slide your thumb up and then hold it there, right against the edge and swing it from side to side. The already thickened head of Rarity’s penis starts to distend further, flaring out as you go on teasing her – if she’s going to have this thing then you may as well make the experience as memorable as possible.

"Nnghf dff ff flff!"

Even through her bitten hoof she struggles to say something and you decide to see how far you can push this. Your other hand slides in from off Rarity’s thigh, gripping the base of her cock tightly until she starts to shiver and her muffled, garbled words become even less intelligible. It all sort of trails off into lusty groans as you mercifully slip one hand over onto the head of her cock, thumb and fingers pressing, squeezing and stroking that most sensitive part. Warm wetness courses over your fingers, lost to your concentration on stroking up and down with the other hand.

"Oh more, moo-re please!"

It’s a constant struggle to hold on against the increasingly intense throbbing of her penis, the thick black-and-white member straining against your grip as your thumb swirls in long, slow circles across the head. Each one is accompanied by another buck of her hips, eager to drive it home into something. Maybe you should give her what she wants, in that case – one hand off, onto her chest and the other one slipped around to grip her member later and you give a sharp, hard tug.

Rarity choked loudly, straining her body against your hand, angling to force more into your grip futilely. Every vein pulses, every breath she takes leaves her heart beating frantically – you can feel it as much in her member as her chest. And there, across the bath is the first indication of what’s ahead of you – a long line of precum glistening in the light. It stretches as far as the bucket, easily.

As if possessed, you nip Rarity’s ear lightly, drawing a cry of mixed pleasure and pain from the mare.

"What a naughty little cow you are, getting my bath dirty." The shivers running through her intensify as you drag your hand back up, keeping your grip just as tight. "If you miss the bucket again there’ll be consequences."

Her gaze darts between your hand and your face and in a hushed, strained whisper she asks, "what… what kind of… consequences?"

Another tug on her cock, this time you pause at the medial ring to squeeze and the string of pre that ejaculates from her lands safely in the bucket but draws a shrill cry from her.

"We’ll have to keep milking you until you get it right." You don’t even care, now, that you mean every word of that.

Rarity can only whimper, melting in against your body amidst another tug from you. Her fat, throbbing cock threatens to leap free of your hand and so you bring the other down to intensify your grip. The poor mare’s lost it, such a far cry from her ever-composed self, to simply babble about how you can’t stop, you can’t! Oh if she’d known how good this felt she would have gotten one far sooner and sought you out immediately!

Angled as it is, precum bubbles from her cock and flows liberally across the shaft, coating it and your hands. It only makes your strokes easier, smoother and when you regularly squeeze the base, another glob emerges from the tip to coat it.

You’re loathe to speed up, to take this to a point where you even have to admit it has to end but there’s only so much teasing you can heap on her, especially with how Rarity’s starting to dig her hooves into your legs to find some leverage. So you increase your pace gradually, moving from slow strokes to a steady pumping motion, moving one hand down to cup her heavy balls.

"You’re gonna give me lots of milk, aren’t you?"

Rarity nods frantically, barely able to keep her eyes open and utterly unable to control her voice. You’ve taken to stroking from just below her flared head to the base but every so often slipping over it, drawing a gasp or a whine from her. More again if you pause and twist your fist on the slicked up head, loving how she rubs her hind legs together.

"Don’t stop! Don’t stop, I’m so close! Mmph!"

Her whole body is arched out from yours, hips thrust forward into your grip. You’re not even stroking her any more, you’re back to thumbing the head of her cock, making her squirm and moan against you. At another time you might say it sounds like lowing but right now it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, beyond the wet grinding of fingers on flesh.

This isn’t how it’s going to end, though, you’d never let that happen. You return to those slow, deep strokes but build up speed right from the get-go. Rarity paws at your hand with her hooves, shifting her weight from side to side as she starts to lose her breath. Any second now, she’s gotta blow…

"Ha! Ha! Don’t stop!"

Her cock throbs with such force that you lose your grip and it snaps back to slap against her stomach. The upshot is the thick glob of cum that lands on your face before you can grab hold of her member and direct it down roughly aimed at the bucket, keeping up some fast stroking. Rarity heaves, grunting and groaning as you continue to pump her ’milk’ clean of her.

Line after hot line is ejaculated, slowly filling the bucket until each string of semen lands in a fast rising pool. On impulse your hand flashes over her cock, your palm catching a spurt of cum and simultaneously making her thrust forward. The head is far too thick to stroke over at this stage and you’re sure Rarity’s too far gone to really care anyway, still caught in the throes of her orgasm.

As the bucket is filled and lines of semen roll down over it into the bath, the mare sags against you, still going. Your arm burns from exertion but as long as she’s giving the goods you’re going to give her a good time. And so you go on, until it’s clear that you should’ve brought a second bucket and you’ll possibly wind up with a clogged drain from this.

Finally, though, the flow of semen starts to slow down, Rarity’s groans die down to soft murmurs as your own stroking peters out and you let her cock limply twitch as it expels the last few lines of cum.

One hand back on her chest, holding her steady, a shaky hoof meets it and Rarity lays her head against your shoulder. The smile she wears says it all and despite whatever misgivings you may have had earlier, knowing that you’ve helped her out is more than worth it. Which isn’t to say this might not happen again, you certainly hope you’ll get another chance to-

"Hello? Anypony home?" That voice… you know it. "No wait! Don’t answer, this is just like hide-and-go-seek!"

A deathly silence falls over the room as you and Rarity hold your breaths, listening for the sound of hooves that clop about downstairs before quickly moving up. Doors are opened, false cries of victory uttered and threats of being found uttered while you keep yourselves still.

"You can’t hide in the bathroom, that’s cheating!"

Without so much as waiting for an objection, Pinkie pushes the—unfortunately unlocked—door open and stands there dumbfounded upon seeing you. You and Rarity sitting in your tub with a bucket of semen and her still softening cock in your hand.

"Whu-bu-… Huh?"

It’s clichéd, painfully guilty and guaranteed not to get you out of this situation but it’s all you’ve got – "I can explain!"

Soft As Moonlight - (You x Luna) [Anthro-ish]

"Goodness, I haven’t had so much fun in quite some time!"

Despite the jovial tone to Princess Luna’s voice, it is her dress that continues to capture your attention. Long and slim, a deep, rich mauve to her dark blue coat, it looks utterly stunning on her. It gracefully hugs the gentle contours of her body while still flattering her figure. Parted near the hem, it exposes the lighter blue stockings that adorn her long legs. But your eyes move upwards, over the swoop of her chest until they meet the simple silver chain that has replaced her peytral this evening.

The colours would look demure on another pony but on Luna they’re appropriate; she blends in well against the dark surroundings, looking as natural a part of her sacred night as the stars that sparkle in her mane and tail.

“Are you not pleased?” Her quiet, inquisitive tone calls you back to the present. “You have been most… calm this evening.” Luna’s hoof stretches out, grazing your hand and you unthinkingly wrap your fingers about it. “Surely I’ve not proven that much of a bore.”

Her assumption is more endearing than concerning, though. Out here, on the quiet night street of Canterlot with not another to see the two of you standing so close, of course she’d let her guard down.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been wondering why you wanted me to accompany you.”

Not shaking her hoof free from your gentle grasp, Luna gives a little tug to get you moving by her side. Each fall of her hoof is marked by a gentle clink from her metal slippers, sharp against your own muted footfalls. The Princess moves in closer against you while you walk and you can’t find it within yourself to shy away; the warmth of her body is welcome against the cool night air but more than that is how much more beautiful her face looks in the pale light of the moon and how close it has become.

“Am I not free to choose who may accompany me on my nightly excursions?” And as if her earlier doubts were all one of her ploys, a wry little smile pulls at her lips. “Or do you think, perhaps, there is another more deserving of my attentions?”

The clink-thump-clink-thump of hooves and feet continue for a moment before Luna’s throaty laughter breaks the rhythmic sounds. There was a time when her laughter could easily have woken half the castle and the surrounding residents but here, now, having come along so much, it’s more sweet than grating. Where Celestia’s is full and rich, Luna’s is light and almost quiet; the little sister, as always.

“Well… you wouldn’t have sent for me if you thought there was.” Those turquoise eyes of hers shine at your remark and it’s impossible to stop a smile rising to your face.

“There may still be hope for you yet.” Luna lightly bumps against you, waist to waist.

It was strange to come across a pony who could match your height but it was more welcomed than Celestia who, while not exactly towering over you, still stood higher. And for all her gentle graces, it was Luna who had been more taken with you and you with her. She, too, knew what it was to be an outsider and her sister dutifully let her take you under her wing. Together you plumbed the nuances of Equestrian society.

Sometimes, as tonight, that meant simply spending time together informally. But you couldn’t deny the feelings that had begun to stir in you after each time you parted ways. How afternoons would find you caught reminiscing on the way the light caught her mane or the way she smiled… Or how her quick wit could leave you utterly speechless but never feeling ashamed.

“Well then, this is me,” you say, with some regret in your voice as you come to an apartment. One of those old buildings in the equally Old Quarter of the city.

“Are you not going to walk me back to the castle?” That wry smile, again, tugs at Luna’s lips and when she leans towards you, you can’t help but notice how her dress—satin, perhaps or maybe silk, the material was as impossible to identify as it was soft—bends about her figure.

“There’s guards posted at nearly every corner,” you respond, still holding her hoof, “besides, I’ve seen the kind of magic you can pull off.”

Princess Luna shuffles in close, enough so that your bodies meet gently. The rustle of the fabric of her dress is just audible over your breathing and when she speaks it’s quiet and slow.

“It is not my safety I fear for.” Her other hoof comes up, touching your hand and once again you find yourself readily taking its smooth curve in your palm. “Return with me. Please.”

Of course you hadn’t even gone for your keys; a part of you held out hope that something like this might happen but for it to be happening right now was… Quite suddenly, you’re taken by how close Luna’s face is. And then, just as suddenly, by how warm her breath is; how beautiful her mane looks when it lies across her shoulders just so.

“Do not make me have to ask you again.”

As if you hadn’t at all been expecting it, Luna closes the distance between you, her smooth chest pressing to your own as her lips lightly brush against yours. The kiss is not quite chaste, not quite lustful and it leaves you hungering for more. Perhaps expecting that, Luna pulls away only slowly and does not resist nor act with any surprise when you plant the gentlest of kisses upon her lips.

“Did you think you needed to ask?” you enquire, after letting yourselves slowly part.

“My sister says I can be inscrutable.” Luna’s eyes watch your own carefully. “She has not spent enough time with you.”

“There shouldn’t be as many guards about tonight, right?” Is she even interested in protecting her image? It’s not as if she’s been afraid to be seen with you before now.

“They see only what they are meant to.” She takes a step back. “As long as I remain safe, and you have not given me cause to feel otherwise, what I do is no more their business than my sister’s.”

Your heart is almost aching, legs feeling like they’re rooted to the spot and yet that you need to go, to run as fast as you can. A shiver runs through the Princess, still held by and holding you and you step away from your door, towards her.

“What did you want to do?” Artless as you are, you can’t help yourself in asking.

Luna doesn’t respond, save to give your hands a quick pull that sees you first following and then walking by her side.

You never once notice the guards you pass, the one or two curious onlookers or even when you pass under through the castle’s barbican or its heavy doors. The halls leading to Luna’s chambers are of the kind of muted colours you’d expect from her – cool blues and rich, creamy whites; flecks of what could be quartz sparkle in the ceiling here and there but never as beautiful or as drawing as her mane.

When the two of you stand before the black lacquered doors of her chambers, Luna takes a quick scan about and then kisses you. Not at all chaste and wholly lustful, her hooves descend to your hips and hold you against the door while your hands drape over her slender shoulders. If you didn’t want this as much as her you might have questioned her insistence but as it is, you barely bat an eye when her horn lights and the door is pushed ajar, along with you past it.

There’s not a moment’s hesitation in Luna’s step as she continues to push you past the door. Or rather, she pushes and you pull her along until you feel your knees bump against her massive bed and then suddenly give out under you. Human and pony come crashing down onto the bed with cries of surprise and delight, lightly bouncing on its covers.

Luna lies atop you, one leg straddling your own and hooves on either side of you. She’s been forward in the past, yes but this feels almost… predatory. The only—small—consolation is that your hands still rest on her hips but you cannot deny the titillating tingle of fear that runs through you at the image of such a powerful alicorn having you exactly where she wants.

The susurration of Luna’s leg upon the cotton duvet catches your attention suddenly, as does the smile she dons. Her ethereal mane spills down around her neck and shoulders, leaving curiously cool sensations where it brushes against your skin. But it’s those gorgeous turquoise eyes, wide and filled with emotion that really catch your attention.

“So… what now?” You immediately mentally kick yourself for asking the question as soon as it leaves your lips. “I mean-”

“Now.” Luna leans in, letting her lips touch upon yours in a maddeningly quick kiss. “I change out of this and into more suitable attire. I believe I know of just the thing to… arouse your interest.”

She draws her hooves down over your shoulder and chest as she moves back. The pressure is light but you can’t take your eyes off Luna’s dark blue coat, nor can you ignore the warmth that follows in the wake of her touch. Her expression morphs, changing into something closer to that which normally graces her face. The anxiousness that had gripped you melts away but in its wake is left a growing arousal that you’ve felt on more than one occasion due to the beautiful princess above you.

“If you would be so kind as to remove this.” Luna gently tugs at your shirt with her hoof. “I would hate for it to become… dirtied.”

Standing off from you and the bed, you’re allowed to finally sit up and watch as Luna turns and slowly makes her way to an adjacent door. You haven’t had too many glimpses of her back this evening but right now you’re given as clear a view as any that the dress was made to fit her perfectly – it hugs her hips and rump, not accentuating it any more than is strictly needed. It’s more than evident that Luna has quite the feminine cut.

Your musing is interrupted by a gentle tug at your shirt and whipping your view down, you spot a blue glow encircling one of the buttons before it becomes undone.

“You shall have all the time in the world to admire my figure when I come back. I only ask that you allow me to do the same.”

You look back up but Luna’s now out of sight, the light in the adjoining room lit but her shadow not visible. The spots where her hoof touched upon still feel warm but you’re gripped by a different kind of heat now. This all begins to feel utterly real, far more so than any of the dreams you’ve ever experienced of this blue beauty. And there had been a few, most of them quite… vivid.

It’s now that you notice how her chamber is circular and the carpet underfoot a darker blue than her coat. As you stand and begin to unbutton your shirt, you notice the duvet is of a lighter blue and the pillows the same creamy white as the walls outside. Tapestries adorn the walls, all of them looking to bear the finest craftsponyship but then how could you ever have expected anything else from the private chamber of one of the Princesses?

You slide your jacket off, gently tossing it back to the bed only to continue your examination of the room. Apart from the usual accoutrements there’s a case at one side, scrolls and books filling its shelves. It’s anyone’s guess what they contain and you’re not about to start prying now. Spells, most likely, maybe a few books of fiction.

The last button on your shirt comes undone and you slide it from your shoulders to quickly join the jacket. That bed, it does look awfully comfortable and it had been far softer than any you’ve ever experienced when Luna pushed you onto it.

A light shiver runs through you at that thought. She’s never been quite so aggressive as that but it’s definitely not a side you don’t want to see more of. For too long she’s been feeling that she lacks control in her life; perhaps this is a way you may give back to her some of that control.

“I do hope you like this.” You hear Luna call out from the other room. “I’ve taken quite a chance, I realise.”

The first thing you notice when she steps up to the doorframe is that she still bears the same light blue stockings. They run from her hooves to her thighs, doing nothing save accentuating her ample figure in that area. Your eyes immediately turn to hers, looking softer than when she’d pushed you through the door of her chamber and from there you move down along her slender neck to the gentle curve of her chest.

She lacks the breasts of a human woman but is no less attractive for it. If anything, it almost seems appropriate; it leads your gaze down onto her abdomen and from there…

No, that couldn’t be right. A penis, of a slightly lighter shade of blue than her coat, juts from between her legs. From just above its medial ring to the tip it takes on a slightly reddish hue and throbs gently with each passing moment. Clear fluid spills from the tip, down along the shaft and Luna draws a hoof down to stroke at its side, coaxing more of the clear fluids to run free.

“Is something troubling you?” she asks cooly, seductively. “You seem… Distracted.”

Luna turns to one side and leans against the doorframe, bearing the full length of what is now undeniably her penis. It’s… long. How, exactly, you’re not sure but it easily puts you to shame. The organ pulses as she strokes a semi-circle on the tip, looking over to you with hungry eyes.

“Perhaps I need to regain your attention, hm?”

And just like that, she turns from the door and slowly starts making her way towards you. With each step her member bobs gently, dripping clear fluids as she nears. Luna bites down on her lip, gazing at you with wide, almost bashful eyes. Around the bed she walks, taking great care to ensure her penis shakes and bobs and in doing so, fully catches your gaze.

There she stands before you, almost naked and far more different than you ever could have imagined. Your stomach knots up as you recall that not one of your dreams had gone like this; the pony you have longed for and admired is… You can barely bring yourself to think it.

“Luna…” you mutter weakly.

“Hush,” the mare responds, closing the gap with an outstretched hoof and easily pushing you back onto the bed. Your treacherous body still feels that same tingling warmth at her touch. “I would never presume to order to do anything you would not wish to but…” Luna takes a slow, deep breath and closes her eyes, smiling shyly. “I would be most pleased if I might feel your touch.”

It’s so close you can almost smell it, deep and musky but not the harsh scent of a stallion. It’s still undeniably Luna and that is the one thing that gives you pause but also stops your hand from rising from the bed. So you can only sit there, looking at the throbbing organ before your eyes.

“There’s no need to be shy, I have anticipated this for some time!” When moments pass and you still remain motionless, Luna opens her eyes and looks down. “Truly, I do not mean to insult you. Am I, perhaps, being too insistent? Did you wish for us to progress slower?”

“Luna,” you mumble, trying to find the right words, “you have a penis.”

The mare looks down at you blankly, then to the appendage between her legs and then back to you.

“Yes.” The tone she uses would be appropriate if you’d just said it was night outside and the moon was up.

“Luna, you have a penis,” you say with more insistence but Luna continues to look at you just as plainly. “Why… It’s… Are you a stallion?”

First she raises an eyebrow and then giggles. The giggle grows into a laugh, the turgid member in front of you shaking about and splattering droplets of fluid here and there all the while. If the scene weren’t so ridiculous you may have joined her but you can only sit there, looking at her.

“Oh! Oh my, you mustn’t joke so! I know I’m taller than most mares but really, that is a little…” She trails off, noticing that your expression hasn’t changed. “Was that not said in jest?”

All you can bring yourself to do is shake your head, finally tearing your eyes from the long penis that has not deflated.

“Er… Then, may I ask why you’re so surprised?” She almost sounds impatient. “Surely you have noticed before now that… No?”

“No.” You can’t stand, not with that thing so close so instead you content yourself with keeping your eyes on hers. “Why would I?”

Luna’s cheeks redden suddenly. “I presumed you felt it during our embraces or perhaps my sister mentioned it, knowing how close we had become.” Frowning, she deflates somewhat. “You really didn’t know?”

“Luna…” Your feel your own blush rise to your cheeks. “Mares don’t have penises.” There’s a line you’ve never anticipated yourself ever having to speak to her.

“Not all, no,” she responds, matter-of-factly and sits down next to you, thankfully taking her appendage from before your eyes. “And allow me to assure you that I am a mare. I would know were it not so.”

You want to believe it, you so desperately do. All those evenings spent with her, talking, sharing drink and food, even embracing her… Surely you were not misled about who you shared them with. All the hopes you’d built could not be for naught. The universe could never be as cruel as that.

“Luna, I want to believe that, really I do, but-”

You cut yourself short upon feeling her hoof touch your hand, just like it had this evening.

“Please do not say that. Do not doubt me.” There’s a tiny quaver to her voice. “I had hoped you would be different.”

Tentatively, you take hold of her hoof. Whatever misgivings you have are lost in the wake of realising how she must feel. A mare with a penis… This world had presented you with far stranger things and yet it’s still a difficult pill to swallow.

“I had thought you, knowing the sting of alienness, would at least be willing to see past this,” she continues, “I thought you may prove more open to the idea of loving me.”

Your heart feels like it’s in your throat. One the one hand, by your side sits the mare you’ve grown to love. Yes, that is the word for it. She’s witty, charming, more intelligent than any woman you’ve ever been with and possessed of a beauty that far outstrips any you’ve come across before. On the nights you’ve spent together, too many have had one or both of you realising all too late how long you’d spent just talking. Or not talking and instead soaking in each other’s company. She had been a friend in a strange land where you knew none and then had grown to steal your heart.

But… on the other hand, she has a penis.

You almost laugh at the absurdity of how it sounds; both weighed against all that she means to you and how ridiculous a notion it is. And yet that very notion sits by your side right now. She looks at you with glimmering eyes and holds your hand with a hoof that shakes lightly. The radiant beauty you’ve been so taken by is still there, still just as captivating.

If you didn’t look down you wouldn’t know any better. Before she’d undressed you’d never even known!

Clearly losing hope, Luna gently pulls her hoof free from your hand.

“I am sorry.” Her voice is barely above a whisper and sounds strained. “You, too, I have misled and now… Now I have…” She makes a sound almost like a sob. You’ve been sitting there too long trying to puzzle this out. This is clearly not the first time she’s suffered humiliation at the hands of a supposed lover.

In time you can find your answer more fully but right now you can’t risk giving up something this good in your life on a matter that you haven’t even decided on. So you catch her hoof before she can pull it away and before Luna can ask what you’re doing, you sweep your other hand over the smooth curve of her stomach.

A light gasp escapes the mare, one that is near halted by you quickly moving in to press your lips to hers. Her eyes widen, a tiny squeak of surprise being the only sound before something of a low moan. The tears that threatened to roll across her cheeks fall as Luna shuts her eyes, leaning into the kiss.

You can feel the quickened rise and fall of her abdomen as her breathing picks up and in a rush of your own emotion, you move your hand down onto her thigh, inching it in ever closer to the stiff organ that has rapidly regained its erect state. It’s now or never that you’ll find out if this really is something that’s going to stand in the way of both your happiness. You move your hand in until your fingers slowly clasp around the thick shaft of her penis and…

Nothing. No rising nausea, no painful guilt at the realisation that you’re horrified, no broken-hearted Luna breaking down as you pull away. Quite to the contrary, Luna whimpers lightly, her hips bucking into your grip as she leans more into the kiss you continue to hold. Your fingers squeeze the pulsing shaft and a low moan rises in her throat. That, as much as the knowledge that you’ve made her feel good, stirs your own arousal.

But your body’s needs can’t be ignored and eventually you’re forced to break the kiss, both of you lightly panting after. Luna’s expression is unreadble but from the fact that your hand doesn’t leave her member, a smile begins to form on her lips.

“But you-”

“I know.” You think you do. “I’m sorry. I was surprised but…” You look down, then back up, seeing only the mare you adore. “Can we try this again?”

Luna’s hoof touches your arm and she turns about to almost face you, nodding. Seeing her so upset had been a shock, true but it only strengthens your resolve never to see her like that again.

“Perhaps we should move slower."

Working Out (the Kinks) - (Twilight Sparkle) [Anthro]

"Never fear, I have been hard at work creating just the thing you’ll need!"

If there was one thing Twilight Sparkle never liked to hear from Rarity it was that particular tone. The one that spoke of an all-consuming excitement that would result in half a day’s study—or more—being lost to modelling new creations. It was not the tone that gripped her attention, however.

“Wait, Rarity, what do you mean what I’ll need?” Curiosity won out and Twilight followed after her friend, peering about mannequins and bolts of fabric to see the mare shuffling through racks of clothes. “I haven’t even told you why I’m here yet!”

Rarity continued rifling through the clothes, tossing dresses and skirts hither and thither, animatedly talking up a storm which was lost in the way the fabrics muffled her voice. Finally, a white hand poked out from the lot, brandishing a pair of black shorts and was quickly followed after by the rest of the mare, smiling triumphantly as she carried a dark blue tank top.

“Never let it be said that there can’t be elegance in simplicity, I do think I’ve managed to make even this look good.”

She was standing there, holding them out expectantly and Twilight shrunk back into her sweater. Even she knew to recognise spandex when she saw it, knew how tightly that stuff gripped the body and bore every inch that lay under it as clearly as if it weren’t there. Rainbow Dash did say she’d have to leave the loose clothes behind and adopt something more ’aerodynamic’ but this was cutting things a little too fine for her liking.

“Rarity, I really appreciate the effort you must have gone through to make these-“

Twilight instantly found herself cut off by an arm around her shoulders, Rarity smiling her proud smile

“Oh think nothing of it, my dear! When Rainbow Dash came to me and said you needed something for your new exercise regime I knew that nothing but the best would do.” The hands descended to her hips, making Twilight jump lightly. “Not that you need to exert yourself so, you have such a beautiful figure I daresay there isn’t a one who’d say a word against it.”

Did she still have those trackpants from that failed attempt at the hundred metre dash from her days at the Academy? Twilight silently prayed she did, taking the clothes from Rarity with the best smile she could summon.

“Actually we’ll be mostly flying, Rainbow’s been kind enough to give me some extra lessons so when she also offered to pace me I accepted. Besides, I think I can take some time off to enjoy summer in Whitetail Woods. It’d make a change from autumn.”

Glasses back on the bridge of her nose, Rarity nodded while following Twilight back out of the workshop.

“Mmm, regular exercise is just as good for the mind as burying yourself in books, Twilight. Why I may just join you on one of these excursions! Once I can find some protection from the leaves and dust and frightful insects…”

The last time Twilight had caught sight of Rarity ’roughing it’ had been a camping trip, accompanying her younger sister. Even then, the mare had gone off in something that looked more at home in the high street of Manehatten. That short little cream skirt that would give even a casual observer the most perfect view of her most perfect little rump when bent over… That thought was quickly shoved aside; it was one thing to properly pad her jeans, quite another to hope it would hold out against any signs of arousal.

“Yes… well… Perhaps I’ll give it some more thought.” Twilight only rolled her eyes with a good-natured smile and bade her farewell to Rarity, stepping out the Boutique. “Be sure not to overdo it and don’t be afraid to have your tired muscles massaged! I’d love the two of you to accompany me to the spa,” the mare called after.

Just what Twilight needed, of course, another distraction. Was it really? Rarity naturally had only her best interests at heart, it wasn’t like she was trying to take every waking moment of her attention away. The idea of a good rubdown after exercise certainly sounded like a good idea and from what she’d read it did fit with helping muscles to be kept supple. On the other hand, the idea of baring herself so fully to some of the biggest gossips in the town wasn’t something to rush into. Maybe Rainbow Dash, being the sporting type would be interested- No. No, she wouldn’t let her thoughts turn that way again.

Close to home, Twilight ran through her short mental check-list, recalling that Spike was still off camping with some of the fillies from the local school. He’d been spending quite some time with those three lately, much to Twilight’s pleasure – it was good he was mixing with kids his age but doubly so when it meant more free time alone.

Not that he was a bother – her hand froze on the knob of the library’s door as she considered that. It wasn’t really that he was a burden but everypony needed time to themselves sometimes. The justification still didn’t entirely ameliorate her guilt and Twilight silently resolved to plan something fun for the two of them. For the moment, however, there was something fun of her own with Rainbow Dash to prepare for.

It’d been the better part of twenty minutes and Twilight couldn’t bring herself to do more than stare at the shorts. That was, every time, quickly followed by a glance down between her legs – to the sheath that bulged out through her underwear. Jeans, trousers and even skirts and dresses were easy enough to find ways to conceal it but these shorts? As tight as they looked? May as well go running through the woods naked.

“Oh, Rarity,” she groaned, finally taking up the shorts and passing them over her hands.

The fabric was smooth and soft, with enough give that they should slip on with too much trouble. Matt black so at least there was no sheen to attract attention. Oh no, that would all be done by the bulge which would only grow the longer she trailed behind Rainbow until she’d be running along with it flopping about between her legs! Oh and of course she couldn’t even wear her underwear! Rainbow had been good enough to point out that the fabrics rubbing together would be too hot to cope with so unless she fancied jeans that were soaked in sweat she’d have to do without even that.

“Fine!” Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, Twilight yanked down the last vestiges of her modesty and stood looking herself over in her mirror. “What’s the point?”

It was a stupid thing to have agreed to in the first place but Rainbow had been so excited about the prospect about bringing another of her friends into the fold, of having someone to personally coach in flying and none other than Equestria’s newest Princess, to boot. What good was it trying to hold out against such infectious enthusiasm? Plus there was the prospect of getting all hot and sweaty with Rainbow which, no matter the specifics of its nature, sealed the deal.

“Maybe she won’t even notice,” Twilight mumbled, cupping her testicles and sheath in her hands. It was true enough that the mare could be pretty absent-minded herself, especially when it came to any kind of physical training.

At the least she could try on the shorts and see how bad it was. If luck favoured her then there might be something to work with, some spell that could hide the worst of it.

Landing back on her bed with a quiet thump, Twilight grumbled as she took the shorts up again. All that nervous energy was thrust into throwing herself back, hoisting her legs in the air and keeping her tail low. The mirror was just at the right vantage that a quick look around her legs revealed she was indeed bared – two fat balls rested above a thin slit. Maybe if she played her cards right she could invite Rainbow in to shower after their training and find herself in this position again…

The pink head of her cock poking out of its sheath made Twilight immediately cut off that line of thinking; no sense in making getting into the shorts any harder than it had to be.

Feeling a little calmer, one leg was threaded into them and then the other, which lasted for all of a brief few seconds before it halted.

“Oh c’mon! I’m not that fat!” Sure enough, upon turning to one side and checking in the mirror, she was no more rotund than the average pony. Maybe even a little less! A life of study may not have leant itself to an athletic figure but neither did she indulge as Pinkie did.

Wiggling from side to side, Twilight tugged at the shorts, grunting with the effort. They inched along slowly, one leg and then the other; the bands of elastic around the waist hugged her thighs tightly and the mare huffed loudly, though Twilight quickly began to realise it was as much from the smooth fabric passing over her coat as the exertion.

It was smooth, yes incredibly so but had just enough texture to give the tiniest measure of sensation. Sensation that crept up her body as the shorts were pulled up. And up, Twilight falling back onto her bed as her balance was lost in a mixed haze of frustration and something approaching arousal. Wiggling had given way to thrusting, twisting this way and that as she pulled the shorts on. The fabric touched upon her balls before it was fully up and from there the pressure upon them only grew.

Halted in her tracks momentarily, Twilight had to pause and let the shivers pass as the shorts came up against her sheath. The smooth tightness was perfect, the same kind she expected from a certain blue mare…

“Oh buck it!”

There was no fighting it any more, just looking at the material clinging to her legs made her thoughts turn to Rainbow Dash sporting similar clothing. Tail flicking from side to side, giving brief but oh so tantalising glimpses of that gorgeously sculpted rump. Rather than needing a hand to do the work, the shorts continued to press down on Twilight’s swelling sheath as she pulled on them, gasping as they finally slipped up the last few inches and she was left there panting.

Just as she would be after their run and flight, worked up to exhaustion with naught to do but enjoy a nice shower. Alone. With no one to interrupt or bother her.

Before she knew it, her fingers were tracing the bulging outline of her sheath in her shorts, slipping down to cup on her her balls as another hand trailed fingers on what could only have been the head of her cock. It pressed insistently against the waistband that clung to her but there was no give, not yet at least and Twilight was content to simply stroke herself through it, letting the fabric enhance and entice her into pushing further.

“B-Buck,” she whispered excitedly, squirming about on the quilt as one hand was raised, better put to use running circles on one stiff little nipple.

Hand stroking, she could only buck her hips in consternation as her erection threatened to push free from its spandex confines. The thought of Rainbow Dash’s hand upon it did the trick, her member popping out with a long, thick trail of precum leaking from it. It was as well Spike was still away, unable to hear the heavy, throaty groan Twilight let out as her legs flopped against the bed and she lay there, unmoving.

Whimpering against what she knew was anything but her better judgement, one hand sneakily snaked down to stroke from the flared head of her cock, drawing another spurt of pre, along the throbbing, aching shaft and on to the spandex. It was wonderful, so tightly squeezing down on what little of her cock was still within it. Another hand joined the first, pushing lower to rub and squeeze at her balls, making the mare quiver.

It was useless. If she was going to go out now she’d have to get herself off first. At the least, she didn’t have her top on yet and angling just right would mean it might land on the quilt which could be cleaned up later…

The last thought in Twilight’s head before becoming lost to pleasure was of Rainbow Dash, sprinting ahead of her in shorts just as tight as her own.

Magical Mishaps - (Cadence) [Anthro]

Cadance sat at the edge of her bed, looking over the long list of notes. There were various warnings and cautionary titbits, exact measurements and percentages that all fell away as the one continuous thought that ran through her mind was why Twilight even developed a spell like this in the first place.

Thinking of Twilight, then, only made her think of what the mare might look like with one of… those, of her own. She would never dare speak of it to her husband but such thoughts always lead her to places where her hand was hefting the hem of her dress up and the waist of her underwear down. Now knowing that Twilight had this sort of spell filled Cadance’s thoughts with far more lurid images than she dared dream of before.

Before matters grew out of hand, however, she stood and gingerly shuffled the last of her undergarments off. She needed to focus; polymorphism spells were often some of the most taxing and one small miscast could have disastrous consequences.

She did, however, keep her sweater on. An amusing pretence at modesty some might say but Shining did have a penchant for seeing her in that state. Her hands ran down its front, across the gentle curve of her chest and she cooed, thinking of how often he did the same while nipping just on the right part of her neck that made her…

"Oh for Celestia’s sake!" the mare muttered darkly, sitting back down upon the towel.

It was still morning yet and Shining would be out for some time on his run. Which meant all the more time to get to grips with this spell.

Cadance looked to the notes and then back down between her folded legs. Her horn lit, the magical field feeling out down below her stomach for the right point. A shiver ran through her at the sensation; having another’s magic touch such sensitive parts was exciting but even her own left the most wonderful tingling sensation. Her search ended just above her vulva, though she did spare just one tiny pinch lower.

"Hnnn! Twilight…" That was her favourite: imagining the unicorn using her powerful magic to tease and tease, usually while Cadance was still dressed and struggling to maintain her composure.

Setting aside those thoughts once more, she focused on the spot to mark the image in her mind. It would form the base from which the polymorphism spell would radiate. And it did seem simple enough – twisting and shaping skin and flesh, turning it to different purposes than before instead of completely rearranging bones and joints.

So shivering, Cadance reached down and smoothed out her coat, gently holding that part flat. Her horn lit once again and she directed the magical field back onto that point; her hands fell away as it began to do its work. The field was slightly cool as opposed to its usual tingling warmth and a sensation like pressure bore down on her, almost rhythmically. The more magic she channelled into the spell the more intense the pressure grew, until she was gasping for air and shivering all over.

Reverse the flux and maintain its strength – that was the next part. And so she did.

And fell back onto her bed, letting out a shrill cry.

Cadance had used polymorphism spells on herself before, for minor things like assisting healing magic or simply testing out a new application. In all of those times the sensations were strange and sometimes even a little pleasant but nothing compared to this.

It was as if the skin around that point had its sensitivity increased a hundredfold, where even the passing of air over it felt like somepony sucking on her clit. And it was undeniably that kind of immediate sensation – her hands gripped the bedsheets and she futilely thrust into the air, spattering what fluids had already begun to leak from further below onto the floor. At this stage there was no stopping the spell, it would work its magic until completion. All Cadance could do was guide it.

For it needed guidance – the pillar of flesh that rose from her pelvis was shapeless. She called to mind her husband’s: thick, wide at the top when he was aroused bulbous. The thing emerging from her glowed with the aura of her magic and shifted red from the rush of blood that flowed to it. Its flesh flattened down in parts and lengthened along the rest. Cadance whimpered weakly – was this what it felt like for stallions to have somepony stroking and rubbing them? Surely it could never feel this good?

It was only upon sitting back up—still shaking like a leaf—that Cadance recalled there was one other component to the spell that needed to be taken care of. A most important component. Widening the magical field between her legs she encompassed a smaller point below the shaft that was taking shape. Skin shed its coat as before, bulging out while inside flesh coalesced and morphed into something different.

Steadying herself with a hand on one knee, Cadance giddily reached across her chest with the other and gave a sharp tug to a nipple that pressed against the cotton sweater. The mare mewled, clear fluids spilling from her new cock as it throbbed needily. Reaching to just below her knee, a wicked, terrible thought shot through Cadance’s mind. The notes advised against it, warning of the addicting nature of pushing the magic that far but it was not for her… And he would certainly not settle for anything less than her best.

Already, the heavy balls that hung beneath the shaft added a weight that felt strangely right. Images played through her imagination of spilling seed across a certain purple mare’s underside. But not the small spattering of love from a stallion, no. The field’s strength throbbed and intensified and Cadance groaned throatily as she felt it envelope her new testicles. There would need to be more, so very much more.

Panting, gasping for breath, she delved her other hand down between her legs and felt at the aching member.

“Oh…” Every inch of it was sensitive to the touch. Her delicate fingers traced a line from the already flaring head to the medial ring and Cadance could not stop herself from trembling all the way, from bucking her hips twice and sending a string of seminal fluid to her face. “Mmmph, yes!” Her fingers readily wrapped beneath the ring, tightly gripping the base as a particularly hard throb ran through the shaft. The hand at her chest kneaded her breast freely now, fingers pulling and twisting the nipple.

The magical field extended outwards and Cadance put it to work on extending her new tool with it. Its fat head bulged and her hand stroked back up, her fingers splaying around it and drawing a copious dribbling of fluid from it. By now it reached to her knees but still stood stock stiff, ready to be plunged into whatever pony offered themselves up to her. In lieu of that, Cadance’s hand continued to stroke, to squeeze and rotate and jerk and—

Her hips bucked hard, balls smacking against her fist as her cock spasmed and shot a thick glob of pre clear over the bed to hit the wall with a wet splat.

“Yes!”

It was maddening and wonderful and utterly unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Every stroke sent rippling waves of pleasure down through the shaft but they were tight and focused, intensified beyond what she was accustomed to. Her fist pumped along the shaft, pistoning on it in time to the thrusting of her hips that was impossible to stop. Pre spattered across the bedsheets and wall but thoughts of those had fled Cadance in the wake of this pleasure.

Yet on her magic drew her penis, on until the shaft reached beneath her knees and she struggled to reach the tip. That was the point she turned the field from lengthening it to stroking it; squeezing it; cooling it down and heating it up; tingling along its length like dancing fingertips…

She was close, so very close already. These new sensations were irresistible. Her wings had long since snapped out to their apex and stood trembling, twitching with unrestrained pleasure at even a gentle breath of air.

It was with a gentle squeeze to her heavy balls that Cadance finally felt herself unable to hold back any longer, that her magic field clamped down on her throbbing member even as her hips bucked against it.

“Bucking… Nngh!”

The first shot of semen hit the bed, the second hit the wall and every one after that began to paint it white. It was like her mind had melted and all that was left were the parts that focused on pleasure; the mare lay back upon her bed, stroking her hooves together and squirming about on the sheets as her cock throbbed and twitched.

Ejaculate began to pool and it was only with a little luck that Cadance caught herself, eager to preserve her hair from any explanations to the stylists.

Her long member bobbed and wobbled—still shooting its mess—as she bolted up and stood on shaky legs. Semen splattered across the floor and landed against and armoire, it fell in thick strands against the chest of drawers with Shining’s casual clothing.

“Oh… Oh! Uh, counterspell; c-counterspell!” She muttered the words that would help her focus but… she couldn’t concentrate on them and they spilled from her lips, ill-formed and useless. “Uh… “

She fell to her knees, thinking with some wryness that this would certainly be enough for Shining.