Ember's

"And art thou ready for our congress, my handsome one?" Ember lay on her back, in the most elegantly seductive pose she could devise, while wearing the shape of Princess Luna, her starry mane spread out on the pillow beneath her.

"I am more than ready to worship your every part, my princess," said Star Dream as he climbed into the bed. He was already breathing fast, the taste of arousal wafting from him. He traced a hoof along Ember's cheek as he bent in, tipping her head so that her lips met his in a softly passionate kiss. As Ember let her eyes slide closed and kissed hotly back, she found herself pleased with how far Star had come. He was growing to be a confident lover, and she had the feeling from a few hints he'd dropped while they discussed this session that he'd gotten a bit of interest from a mare he liked lately, so he might not be returning, or at least not for a while. She always liked it when the shy ones moved beyond needing her.

Here and now, though, she was entirely delighted to have Star there, his body pressing to hers, his tongue delving into her mouth, while his hooves stroked and caressed her. He broke off the kiss, murmuring, "You're so beautiful..."

"Flattery shall get thee everywhere," said Ember a little breathlessly, then let out a soft, low moan of delight as he nibbled down the side of her neck. He nipped just above her shoulder while one hoof slid down to rub at her nipples, making her moan again, a little louder. She could feel, where he was pressing against the side of her flank, that he was already hard and ready, but he was making certain she was ready as well, his hoof caressing and teasing down from her nipples, brushing over her sex lightly, making her gasp and squirm.

He kept up his teasing until she finally rolled to face him and pulled his body to hers, throwing one leg over him. "Torment me no more! I am ready for thee, and I know that thou art ready also."

"Oh yes," he said softly, grinding his hips against hers, his cock rubbing against her entrance. Lying on their sides it was difficult to line things up quite right, so he rolled further, pulling her atop him. She went with him willingly, positioning herself, her tail lifting as she reached with one hoof to help guide his cock to just the right place. Then she sank down, taking him into her dripping pussy in a single stroke that made them both gasp together. His hooves clutched at her flanks, pulling her hard against him, his hips lifting to thrust that last tiny bit into her, and she let out a soft cry as she felt him bottom out, hitting that deep, pleasure-pain spot within. He pulled back, and she cooperated, lifting herself a bit, and then sliding back down as he thrust up again, setting up a steady rhythm.

His hooves began to wander, sliding up her back to caress at the base of her wings. Those were spread out, but they opened wider still, stretching out stiffly as she moaned. Her head tipped back and the pace she set atop him increased. Star, beneath her, was panting hard, his eyes half closed, his own head thrown back too as he thrust with increasing force. His hooves slid back down to her hips, pulling her down hard each time now.

Ember cried out wordlessly with each thrust, wings trembling, body tensing, clenching her inner muscles around Star's cock as hard as she could. He let out a soft gasp, his thrusts changing, no longer pulling back, but just keeping Ember held down tight to him, his hips bucking against her convulsively in short, hard strokes, and then with a final grunt of both effort and pleasure he came hard within her.

She cried out again, shuddering as she felt him come, filled with a pleasure that never grew old as his seed quenched the burning need within her, while she tasted the spicy heat of his passion on her tongue and drew it into her, sating her hunger.

A long, wonderful moment later it was over and Star relaxed, panting. Ember relaxed too, sighing contentedly. "Th'art getting far too good at that," she said somewhat drowsily.

Star chuckled. "I don't know, I think maybe I still need more practice."

"Ha! I see through thy threadbare strategem. Thou art merely seeking excuse to do that again!"

"You got me. Though actually I will have to go soon. Much as I'd like to stay all night..." He shrugged ruefully and smiled up at her.

"Well, I hope thou hast time for a bit of cleaning first. We rather badly need it." Ember climbed off of him and regarded the mess all over both of them with a smile.

Star smiled. "Oh, I suppose I could take a minute to wash up."

"Then let us retire to the washroom." Ember gestured towards the door. Star rose, and together they headed for the large and extensively-furnished bathing room.

Quite some time later they emerged, clean and even further satisfied after a lengthy round of shower shenanigans. "I really do have to go now," said Star.

"But of course," said Ember, nodding. She walked with him to the front room, where she resumed her changeling form. Star was no longer at all frightened by it, though he still preferred her as a pony. But he gave her a quick kiss before leaving all the same.

Ember watched him go with a smile. She was really very pleased with how his confidence had grown. Then she settled herself on her couch with a small yawn. The night was young yet, but she'd gotten what she needed, and wouldn't mind if another customer didn't turn up. She'd been up later than usual the last several nights, so she could use a nap.

Indeed, she had dozed off when Far's mental voice woke her. Incoming, he said far too cheerily.

Ember yawned and stretched. Anybody I know?

Nope, this one's new. Have a look. Far shared his vision with her, and Ember regarded the pegasus who'd walked up to his desk with curiosity. On first glance Ember almost thought the pony was a mare, he was quite short and fairly slender, but there was a hint of something coltish about his muzzle, and he walked like a colt as he strode up to the counter.

"It's fifty bits to see Ember," said Far.

"If everything I hear is true, that's a very good price," said the colt. His voice too was a bit light, a high tenor, though he was obviously speaking at the bottom of his register. His coat was a light blue, with a green and pink streaked mane and tail, both cropped quite short. His cutie mark bore and needle and thread, sewing up a fabric heart.

That wasn't what made Ember perk up and regard him with interested curiosity, though, nor was the also somewhat feminine cutie mark what had made her settle on "he" for her mental pronoun for the colt. Those both came from the aura Far could see around him, and which Ember could see too through his eyes. The colt's body was twisted with tentacles of pink threaded with black, while an entirely separate aura, this one light blue and shot through with golden light, flowed from his head and his heart, wrapping around the other until it almost covered it. Ember had seen an aura like that before, and she was fairly certain she knew what it meant.

The colt counted out the bits, and Far directed him through the door to the parlor beyond, where Ember sat waiting.

As he entered the room, Ember tasted his emotions. A hint of desire was there, but foremost was a kind of nervous dread. It was a heavy taste, laden with something that was as much resignation as fear. Ember was fairly certain that despite the colt's outwardly confident demeanor, he was expecting things to go quite badly here. It was almost heartbreaking.

"Greetings. I am Ember."

"I'm Mender," said the colt with a polite nod.

"Come, sit by me," said Ember, gesturing at the couch opposite hers.

Mender settled himself on it in a comfortable sprawl, projecting an air of lazy confidence. He still tasted of that dread and resignation, and Ember couldn't help but admire how well he hid it. But then she was fairly certain that he'd had far too much experience with needing to hide his true self.

She picked her words with that in mind. "So, to borrow a cliche, what's a nice young colt like you doing in a place like this?"

He blinked at her for a moment, then laughed, and she tasted a sudden spike of actual joy from him, strong and clean. "Well, I'm told you're the best, ah, courtesan in Canterlot. I, well..." the joy faded away, though he still smiled at her. "I happen to have some unique problems in finding a mate. I have needs, though, so while I search for the near-impossible, here I am."

"And a handsome young fellow like you has trouble attracting mares?" said Ember, fishing for an answer, but wanting to pay a further compliment all the same. She didn't get another pulse of joy though, but instead a surge of bitterness.

His smile faded slightly and he gave a little sigh. "I really don't have any experience with mares, that's part of the problem. And... well, I'd have to tell you eventually anyway. I'm not... well..." He fidgeted for a moment, folding and refolding his wings, then sighed and said, "I'm transgender."

"Ah, I see." Ember smiled at him. She'd been right about what his aura meant. "I have a dear friend who is transgender. It can be quite a struggle to find a compatible partner, yes. Many ponies are still rather uneducated about your situation."

He blinked at her, startled by her easy acceptance. She felt a surge of sorrow and sympathy that such a thing should be startling. "Yeah, that's an understatement. And I, well... I only came out recently. Most of my dating experience has been with ponies who saw me as a mare. So I was generally getting chased by stallions. I let a few of them catch me too, but everything was always all wrong, one way or another." He heaved another, deeper sigh, but the taste of dread was gone, replaced by a softer, more melancholy sorrow.

"You'd like to see what it's like to be with a mare, then?"

"Yes."

"Do you have anyone in particular in mind? Or will any mare do?"

He flushed slightly, and Ember tasted a flickering hint of spicy lust. "Not exactly someone in particular, but I have a thing for thestrals..." He gave her a rueful smile. "And if you think finding somepony who is into transcolts is hard, try finding a thestral who is! They're a fairly small population, and kind of insular, and I think I've tried talking to every mare among them that will even give a non-thestral the time of day."

Ember chuckled softly. "Well, it's a good thing you've come to me, then." She willed the change, green fire burning over her, clearing to reveal a form taller than many mares, but much shorter than her natural one. She hadn't tried shaping a night guard's armor, that could be done, but it would then be an integral part of her and couldn't be removed. Everything else was there, though, from the cat-pupiled eyes not unlike her own to the leathery wings. "Is this acceptable?" Her voice shifted to, too a slightly deeper note. Thestral mares tended to have husky alto voices.

Mender looked at her and licked his lips. "Yeah, I'd call that acceptable." The last of his bitter sorrow had faded now, and Ember tasted mostly desire and anticipation from him. "This is going to be a heck of a lot of fun."

Ember grinned, showing her still sharp fangs. "I agree. Though I must confess... I am quite experienced, and normally have a fairly good idea of what to do with a pony, but you will be my first transgender stallion. You'll have to guide me a bit if there's anything in particular I should or shouldn't do."

Mender smiled. "I'm just glad you're not, well... horrified, or insisting that I'm really a mare, or something. I kind of expected that."

"I'm very sorry that your experiences have lead you to expect such things. I'll do my very best to not hurt you. I'm not perfect, but I'll try."

"Thank you," said Mender sincerely. Then he smiled and added, "But given that you look like my every fantasy come true right now, I think this will go just fine!"

"Well, let's go and see what we can do about those fantasies, then." Ember got to her hooves and led the way towards the bedroom. Mender followed close on her heels. Close enough, in fact, that he was easily able to reach out and nip Ember's flank. Ember jumped in surprise and looked back, seeing Mender grinning cheerfully at her. Ember laughed. "Are we even going to make it to the bedroom?"

"I'm sure we will. Eventually." Mender nipped Ember's flank again, then moved forward and nuzzled at the base of one folded, bat-like wing. Ember let out a soft sound of pleasure and partially spread her wings. Mender rubbed along the side of her body, ducking under the wing, and nuzzled along her as he went until he was pressed all along her side. She tucked her wing over him and turned her head, bending it to Mender's who met her lips in an eager kiss. He pressed his tongue into Ember's mouth, running it over her fangs, his breath coming faster as he did, and Ember could taste the hot thrill of desire that went through him from it, mingled with the more ordinary taste of his kiss.

She broke the kiss off and started walking again, with Mender trailing close behind. She put a little swish in her step, bumping her hip against his shoulder and flicking her tail against his side. He aimed a nip at the base of her tail, but missed, and she laughed and jumped forward, through the door into the bedroom, with Mender chasing her, grinning and snapping playfully at her tail. He practically tackled her into the bed, kissing her deeply as he did. She pulled him close, rolling to put him atop her. There was a flash of bitter fear and for just a moment he resisted, keeping his body stiffly away. The taste faded almost instantly, though and he let her pull him close, still kissing her deeply. Determination mixed with desire, both equally delicious to Ember, who ran her hooves across his shoulders, pleased to feel his wings flaring out under her touch; further evidence that he was letting his arousal overcome his fear.

Ember nipped lightly at Mender's ear, and the shiver of pleasure she both felt and tasted from that encouraged her to go further. She nipped harder, letting him feel the touch of her fangs. He moaned softly, his muzzle buried against her shoulder as he let her nip and nibble freely. She nipped at the base of his ear, then left little nibbles all down the side of his neck. He shivered again, his wings twitching, his breath quickening.

With a playful little growl, Ember bit a little bit harder, right at the base of Mender's neck. He groaned softly, a low sound of pain and pleasure together. "Sweet stars..."

"You like biting?" asked Ember with a smile, letting her head fall back on the pillow.

"Ha. You could say that." Mender suddenly kissed her again, deep, hot, and passionate. Ember let out a startled "mmph!" but then kissed back with matching fervor.

When Mender broke the kiss off he slid down from her, panting a kiss on her collarbone, but not pausing again until his head was near her hindquarters. Ember obligingly spread her legs a little bit more, letting him get a good view of her sex. Slate gray fur thinned over her pubic mound, revealing soft pink flesh that flushed darker where her inner labia peeked out slightly.

He'd said he'd never been with a mare, but obviously he knew something of how to please one, for he moved without hesitation to nuzzle at her, pressing his muzzle to her mound with gentle firmness, rubbing slowly. Ember made appreciative noises. That felt extremely good.

Then it got better, for Mender began licking, delicately running his tongue just at the top of her vulva, where her clitoris was. He teased over the top of it repeatedly, then dared to point his tongue and press the tip beneath her hood, making her gasp and shudder at the touch against the incredibly sensitive spot there. She rested one hoof against the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. He glanced up at her for a moment with a small, rather smug smile and then returned to his attentions.

His licking changed from delicate flicks to broad strokes, pushing firmly against her. She shuddered again, letting out a moan that was almost a whimper of need as her pleasure began to build. She lifted her hips to him, her back arching, her body tensing. She wanted release, and Mender seemed determined to give it to her, his tongue lapping rapidly, almost frantically, pushing hard against her until with one final shudder, wings spread wide, head pressed back to the pillow, Ember came.

Mender kept licking until she went limp, then he lifted his head, still with that little smile on his face. "How was that?"

"It... uh..." Ember managed to collect a coherent thought. "It was good. Really good. Are you sure you've never been with a mare before?"

"Heh." There was a little flicker of bitterness suddenly on Ember's tongue. "I'm sure, but I do have some experience with vaginas."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

He shrugged, and gave her a wry smile. "It's fine. I don't mind that you seem to have forgotten!"

She smiled back. "I'm glad you're not upset. Now... you've pleased me very well. Perhaps it's time I returned the favor?"

He hesitated, and acrid fear suddenly filled the room again. "Yeah, I... I guess so."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Mender." Ember propped herself up a bit and reached out to caress his mane. "I just want to please you too, that's all."

"It's fine. I just... have to get used to it. I want to have a lover. I can't... I can't very well have a lover if I won't let one touch me. I just have to get used to it. I can do that."

"If you're certain..."

"Yes." The taste of determination was back, but the flavor of fear lingered with it. Still, Ember didn't try to argue Mender out of it when he climbed up to lie next to her in the bed and rolled over onto his back. His whole body was tensed, wings tight to his sides, but he slowly opened his hind legs slightly, and Ember could see that he had a vulva not unlike her own in this form. She knew perfectly well what to do about that, on a purely physical level, but she didn't like the amount of fear she was still tasting from him.

"Mender... it really is okay if you don't want to do this. I don't mind."

"I..." A little shudder went through him, and suddenly, almost violently, he rolled away from her and tucked himself into a tiny ball, eyes squeezed tightly shut. "I'm a failure. I can't even let somepony touch me. I can't do anything right. I hate this. I hate it so much. I hate my fucking body. I hate it! It's all wrong everywhere in every way. How can I be a stallion when I look like a mare and I don't even have a fucking cock?"

Ember hesitantly reached out and stroked his shoulder. "You are a stallion. I'm sorry this is so hard for you. I want to help if I can."

"There's nothing you can do. Nothing can make me a stallion. Even magic can't last, it always fades away. Nothing will ever be right and I'll never be able to have sex again. I just need to accept that. I can't have a cock, there's no point pretending I can."

He was still turned away from her, but the tight curl of his body loosened slightly. Ember lay down behind him, curling herself around him. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but surely you can at least use a strap on?"

Mender heaved a deep sigh. "What good would that do? I wouldn't be able to feel anything, it'd just be a piece of rubber."

"Well... sort of. There are ones that give a little bit of feedback. I've used them, and found them quite tactile. It's not the same, exactly. But it's actually not entirely unlike, either."

"Hah. I suppose you would know. I envy you changelings, you know."

"I'm sorry. If I could give you shape-shifting magic, I would."

"That's only happening if I become an alicorn, which is the least likely thing in the world, I think." He sighed again, but uncurled and sat up a little bit.

"Would you be willing to try a, er, call it a prosthetic cock, I suppose? I don't mind if you don't, but I feel like you've hardly gotten your money's worth yet."

"I don't think it will do anything. But the idea isn't as... terrifying as having my actual, you know... things touched. I could try it, I guess."

Ember nodded. "Let me show you a few options, then." She rose from the bed and beckoned for Mender to follow her. Across the room, a door led into a large walk-in closet lined with shelves, with a large mirror against the far wall. Ember flicked on the light, then pulled out a particular box and set it down. "These are all, ah, insertable or double ended. This one in particular I've found very enjoyable to wear and it stays in fairly well." Her magic picked up a black dildo. One end of the toy looked more or less like a stallion's cock, though without much detail to it. The other end was curved oddly and had a bulb-like flare towards the end. "This part goes inside," said Ember, pointing at the curved half. "I like the look and feel of the end result. I've sterilized this since I last used it, of course. Would you like to try it?"

Mender looking gloomily unconvinced, but he said, "I guess I can. I'm not sure about something inside. But... I'll try it."

"I mean it when I say you don't have to do this either. I won't push anything on you that you don't want."

Mender sighed softly. "I want to try something. I don't want to have to give up on ever having a lover. I want to be able to do something other than just give oral. I just..." He sighed again. "I don't know. Here, let me see it."

Ember held the dildo out to Mender, who took it in his hooves. He sat back on his haunches, contemplating it. He glanced down between his legs, then set his face in a determined expression. "Okay. I'll try it. Can you turn around?"

"Certainly." She wasn't quite sure why he didn't want her to look, but she turned away and closed her eyes as well.

"Okay. It's in."

Ember turned back and looked at Mender. He was balancing on his hind legs, one foreleg resting on a shelf to help. The dildo stood up between his hind legs almost like a flesh and blood cock, though it wasn't convincing on close examination. Still, Ember thought it looked good. Mender was looking in the mirror thoughtfully. He shifted and turned, seeing the cock from several angles. Then he dropped down to all fours. "It doesn't feel awful. And I like how it looks. I'm still not sure, but... it's not bad so far."

"Does it seem to be staying in all right? For some ponies that model isn't secure, though it's been my favorite."

"Seems okay."

"Good." Ember smiled. "Then would you let me return the favor and give you a blow job?"

"I guess. It seems sort of pointless to give a dildo a blowjob."

"For tonight I am going to think of it as your cock, and you might be surprised. I can't give any guarantees, but we'll see."

"Okay." Mender walked out into the bedroom. His gait was a little bit odd, he was obviously unused to the way the false cock moved. His expression turned thoughtful, and Ember tasted a faint hint of pleasure from him, just detectable amid the complicated tastes of his other, less positive emotions. He sat on the edge of the bed a little gingerly. The dildo's shaft stood up proudly as he sat. "How's this? Or should I lie back?"

Ember grinned. "That's good. Let's give this a try." She knelt on the floor in front of Mender, which put her head at just the right height, and licked at the dildo. She used a firm pressure, which she knew would move it just enough to be felt through the insertable end. Mender, looking down at her, made a surprised little noise.

With eyes half-closed, but her emotional senses wide open, Ember began licking up the cock, slowly, rocking it back and forth with each stroke. Mender sighed softly, relaxing slightly, and Ember tasted another flicker of pleasure. "That does feel kind of good," he said.

"Good," said Ember, and then took the tip of the cock into her mouth. Unlike with a typical blow job, that itself didn't get any reaction, but when she started to slide down, pushing the cock against Mender, sinking the far end deeper in, he let out a soft sound of pleasure. She worked back and forth, working the dildo back and forth as she did, and trying to find the angle that might give the most pleasure. Eventually she arrived at what seemed like the best position, where the base of the larger, equine end was pushing against Mender's clit as Ember worked back and forth on it.

Mender kept his eyes open as he moaned softly, watching Ember, still in her thestral form, suck his cock. He reached out one hoof and stroked her mane as she continued.

The pleasure soon stopped building, however, and even though Ember tried other angles, and tried licking again, or using her nose to nuzzle at it, nothing quite worked. At length Mender said, "I think you can stop now."

Ember lifted her head with a wry little smile. "Not quite working for you, was it?"

Mender shook his head. "No. It was nicer than I expected, but it wasn't quite right."

"That's a shame. I'm glad it wasn't a total failure, though. What do you think was keeping it from going further?"

"I'm not sure." Mender gave a little shrug. "Probably just me, being messed up. I think seeing a cock getting a blow job helped, but I kept thinking that... I don't know. That it was still not real. That I was feeling pleasure in my... you know... Sorry, I hate all the words for pussy, or whatever you call it." He sighed again.

"I probably would too, if I were you. Even enjoying having a pussy, I have to admit that's a silly word for it." Ember smiled. "Do you think if you got more into things...? If you had any kinks, maybe, that could distract you from thinking about genitals and just feel?"

Mender shrugged. "I'm not really kinky. I've barely had regular old sex, I've never done any kinky sex."

"There's nothing you fantasize about?"

He shrugged again. "I fantasize about having a cock, and taking a mare like a stallion should, you know? Just... fucking hard."

"Ah. A colt after my own heart! A good, hard, primal fuck is one of my favorite things. I wonder..."

"Hmm?"

"Well, I won't make you keep trying things if you don't want to, but thinking about the old-fashioned 'bucking' just has me wondering if you'd be willing..." As Ember spoke she carefully, slowly begin a partial shape-shift that would leave her a good six inches or so shorter, making her shorter than Mender himself, rather than just barely taller as her thestral form had been. Fortunately such smaller changes could, with practice, be done without the betraying green fire, so Mender might not notice. "I do all the work so much of the time," she continued, "making sure clients are happy, acting out their fantasies, being the one in charge. But sometimes I just want somepony else to be in charge. Sometimes I just want to stand and be taken, you know? How would you feel about taking that," Ember gestured at the dildo, that Mender was still wearing, "and doing me the favor of giving me a good, hard fuck?"

Ember tasted a flicker of spice, and tried not to grin too broadly.

Mender licked his lips, glancing down at the cock again, then at Ember. "Yeah. You've tried really hard to help me, and I wouldn't mind trying to help you out. And I don't know, maybe I'd end up liking it. It's something I haven't tried, at least."

"Very true. But whatever it does or doesn't do for you, I think it will be very good for me!" She turned away from him a little bit, flaring her bat-like wings slightly to draw attention to them and turning her head to look back at him. Her tail lifted and flicked slightly in a final, only partially calculated touch. She knew this was a classic pinup sort of pose, that would hopefully draw his mind back to his fantasies, and remind him how much he liked thestrals, and how much he wanted to mount her.

The increased taste of spice in the air told her it was working. Mender walked forward. He licked his lips again, then hesitantly half-reared, placing his hooves on her back. Ember arched her tail up further, out of the way, as Mender tried to line the end of the dildo up with her entrance.

She reached back with one hoof and helped position it. Mender shifted his hips, and the angle was finally right, the cock pressing just so against Ember's pussy. "Please, take me," she said, and she heard Mender's breath catch. He stepped forward, sinking into her, making her moan softly in pleasure as the cock filled her.

Mender pulled back, and he pulled a little too far, the cock slipping out of Ember. She reached back to help line it up again, feeling her own juices on it as she did. Once again Mender sank the cock into her, and once again she let out a low moan. This time Mender didn't pull back as much, and he thrust back in swiftly. Soon he fell into a steady rhythm, his hips bucking against her and his forelegs clasped around her barrel. Ember could hear him panting in her ear, and she smiled a bit to herself to taste his passion in the air.

She felt it too, the pleasure of being mounted, filled, and taken. When she'd said she wanted just that, she hadn't been lying. She moaned and pushed back eagerly onto each stroke. "Ah... yes..." She pushed back harder, encouraging Mender to thrust harder, faster, and her wings spread out as he responded not only by stepping up the pace but also by leaning forward and nipping at the nape of her neck.

"Oh!" Ember cried out in surprised pleasure. As much as she enjoyed biting, she liked being bitten even more. Mender seemed to notice her reaction and bit her again, letting out a low, almost feral grunt as he thrust roughly into her. The spice of passion was flooding Ember's tongue, while her other senses were being overwhelmed with pleasure. She shuddered, feeling close, and yet not quite able to get the release she now desperately wanted.

Mender changed the pace and angle of his thrusts slightly, whether seeking to better his own pleasure or hers Ember wasn't sure. Maddeningly on the edge, Ember finally lifted one front hoof and pushed it between her legs. It was instantly slicked with her own juices as she started to rub her clit swiftly, almost frantically, her whole body tensing, her wings flaring wide. Mender was thrusting with slow, deep, powerful strokes now and Ember rocked back into each one. She was on the edge of losing her balance, but she didn't even care, she just needed a few seconds more... and then she was there at last, a shudder going through her, a low cry of pleasure escaping her.

Mender stopped moving, and the taste of his emotions was complex as he did. Frustration, pleasure, satisfaction, even contentment all seemed to be there, but Ember was too dazed still to properly sort them out and figure out what they meant. She dropped her hoof and stood for a long moment, just catching her breath. Mender's cock was still in her, still as hard as ever. She squeezed it as she came down from her peak, sending warm little aftershocks of pleasure through her. Mender gave a deep sigh and nuzzled at the back of her neck, and his emotions settled somewhat, mostly tasting of simple contentment. "Was that good? No, that's a silly question, I think it probably was. I'm glad if it was."

"It was very good," said Ember. She might have chuckled, but she was feeling too lazily content. Though a little annoyance niggled at her. She'd come, but Mender hadn't. She hadn't held back, she didn't want to make her request for a primal fucking into a lie, yet she almost wished she had. Now how was she going to get Mender off?

He stepped back slowly, pulling from her and lifting his weight from her back. "I'm glad."

"How was it for you?" asked Ember, folding her wings and looking back at him.

Mender had a thoughtful look on his face. "It was... interesting. I liked pleasing you orally, before, but this was... I don't know exactly how to put it. It was more intense, but it also felt more comfortable. I guess more masculine?"

"Lesbians can give oral?" Ember raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"Lesbians can use this thing too," he looked down between his legs, with a little grimace. "But I think that's part of it, yes. It was closer to my fantasies and further from my past bad experiences. In some ways, even though I didn't come, it was actually better than masturbating with a penis spell."

Ember blinked. "...And here I thought I had nothing left to learn about pony sex. Penis spell?"

"Yeah. Uhm, just a minute, this is getting weird." He turned away from her and pulled the dildo free from its place between his legs. He looked around for somewhere to put it, then shrugged and let it fall to the floor.

"I'll clean it up later," said Ember, "don't worry. But, penis spell?"

Mender smiled. "Yes. I'm not surprised you don't know, I only know of two unicorns who can cast it. It's temporary, like most transformations, but it does give a fully functional cock. It's also expensive, though, and since it doesn't last terribly long, you practically have to have the caster right when you're having sex. Mostly it just frustrated me. It was so close, and yet so far away. It felt very right, but when it wore off it was heartbreaking. I haven't had it done again. This though... I don't know. Maybe I'll buy one of my own."

"I can point you at the place I bought mine," said Ember with a smile. "And I'm glad you enjoyed it. I just always feel like I haven't really done my job fully if the other party never comes."

"Hah. Well, this has gotten me closer than anything else in the last several years has, excluding the spell, which as I've said didn't turn out to be a great experience."

"I'm glad then."

"Thank you. Really. This went far better than I feared it would. You're a good person."

Ember felt a faint flush of embarrassment at the praise. "I just do the best I can."

"That's all any of us can do, I guess. But seriously, thank you. I don't know if I'll be back, but I am glad I came."