Ember yawned. This showed quite a lot of teeth, some of them very sharp. She was not all that tired, but she was a little bit bored. There had been a client earlier, he'd left around sundown. Now it was well past midnight, and no one else had come since then.

Incoming, said a soft voice in her mind.

Oh thank Celestia. I am so bored!

Far Gaze, her receptionist, chuckled and let her look through his eyes at the potential client. A stallion. Fairly young, though definitely of age. He was of fairly average height, but with a thin, lanky build. An earth pony, with a patched black and white coat, and a black and white streaked mane and tail. Ember couldn't see his cutie mark.

A haze of color hung over him, something not visible to ordinary eyes. Far's special talent was seeing the auras that revealed much about the minds and hearts of ponies. The colors of this one were mostly normal, but there was a thick strand of something dark and unhappy wrapped close around him. He had a secret, and not a good one, either. Ember nodded to herself and began preparing her strategies for prying whatever it was from him.

A few minutes later he'd paid at the desk and walked into the sitting room where Ember waited. She couldn't see the aura with her own eyes, but she could taste it, a faint rotten tang of... shame, she decided. His body posture suggested shame too, his tail was tucked low and his eyes wouldn't meet hers.

"Hello and welcome. I'm Ember."

He mumbled something almost too soft to hear.

"I'm sorry, please step a little closer so I can hear you," she said, beckoning him, trying to keep her smile as gentle as possible.

He stepped closer, and she couldn't taste any fear on him. Only the shame, coupled with what was apparently a nearly-crippling shyness. "I'm Bramble," he said quietly, still not looking at her.

"How may I please you, Bramble?"

His hoof scuffed at the floor. He was still looking down, his eyes not meeting Ember's. "Just... I'm here to, you know."

"You seem a little nervous. Would it help you relax if we began with a massage? Or would you prefer it if I took some other form? I can be anyone you want me to be."

"I, uhm, I'm not afraid of you. Though I think I would like it if you were somepony. Can you, uh, do you know Fleur?"

"The model, Fleur de Lis?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"I do yes. Are you a fan of hers?"

Bramble blushed just a little. "She's so beautiful."

With a small chuckle, Ember changed forms, the green flame of changeling magic washing over her, replacing her black chitin with pink fur so pale it was almost white, and her filmy turquoise mane and tail with slightly darker pink.

The form she shaped this time was not entirely accurate. She knew Fleur quite well, but Fleur had a personal secret that Ember would never reveal, so what she became was how Fleur the model looked for the public, differing slightly from the appearance of Fleur the pony in private. "How's this, my dear?" she asked.

"Wow," said Bramble, licking his lips unconsciously.

Ember smiled. "Do you have any particular activities in mind? Or shall we retire to the bedroom and see what comes up?" Ember winked flirtatiously at Bramble, but instead of the expected amusement or enthusiasm, he wilted a little bit, and some of that shame was back.

"Yeah," he said, almost too soft to be heard again.

Ember rose from her couch and reached out to put a hoof on Bramble's shoulder. "You don't sound happy about that."

"Sorry. It's okay."

"If it makes you unhappy, it isn't okay, my dear. I insist that my customers enjoy themselves."

Bramble scuffed his hoof again. "I'll be fine. It's just... you probably won't enjoy yourself at all. I won't be a good lover."

Ember managed to not laugh, though she rather wanted to. It was almost endearing when inexperienced ponies were so convinced they were bad in bed. She rather firmly believed that there was no such thing as "bad in bed", only ponies who refused to listen and learn what other ponies liked, and those were always the ones who were confident that they were amazing lovers and knew "the way" to please a mare or stallion; as if all ponies of the same gender were pleased just the same. "Bramble, my dear, you don't need to worry about not being an accomplished lover. I can show you everything you need to do in order to please me."

Bramble drooped a little further, his misery deepening. "It... it's not that," he said, so softly that Ember had to strain to hear him. "I... I just..."

Carefully, realizing that she might well be walking in a minefield, Ember said, "Please, tell me what worries you."

"I'm... really little," he said, his ears flat back to his head. "My marefriend laughed at me and threw me out of her bed last year. I came here 'cause at least I can pay somepony, even if nopony would want me."

"Oh sweetheart," said Ember, feeling a rush of sympathy, "that mare was just being cruel to you. No decent pony would laugh at such a thing. If she were here, I'd give her a few choice words. But you don't need to be ashamed about it."

"It is small though. I've seen... other stallions."

Ember patted his shoulder gently. She knew that sexual equipment came in many sizes, and it was even possible for a stallion to have a penis too small for use in conventional intercourse. There would still be methods he could use, though. "Well, they say it's not what you have, it's how you use it. More than that, it's how you use everything, a cock isn't the be-all and end-all of lovemaking for a mare, I can assure you of that."

"If you say so," said Bramble, not really sounding convinced.

"I do. And I should know! I can tell you right now, in fact, that being a gigantic stallion can be an even worse handicap than being a small one."

He frowned. "That's ridiculous."

"No, it's entirely true. There are problems that come with being larger than average. But come. Let's retire to my bed, and we can explore our options. I promise that there will be something you can do to make me feel good, no matter what we find."

As Ember turned and headed for the bedroom, she couldn't help but think of a time years past, when she was still very new to everything, including ponies, and she'd had a rather intimate run-in with the problem of larger stallions.

A changeling, peculiarly half-way between being a queen and an under-queen, lay sprawled across a modest bed in a simple, unadorned room in the poorer quarter of Canterlot, her wings fanned out as she lay on her back. She was panting, her body trembling, and one hoof was pressed between her legs, rubbing back and forth slowly. Every so often she let out a tiny little whimper.

In response to some unseen signal, the mare breathed a sigh of sudden relief and sat up, letting her hoof fall. A moment later, the door swung open and in walked a dark purple stallion. A second stallion, this one pristine white, trotted in behind him.

"Thank goodness you're here," said Ember, speaking rapidly, her body still trembling. She could scent the stallions, and even though the scent was not quite right, it was close enough to add to the terrible need that drove her.

Far chuckled. "I'll make my introductions brief. Ember, this is Fancy Pants. Fancy for short. Fancy, Ember. I'm very certain you two will get along. But much as I'd like to stay, duty calls. The bills have to be paid somehow." He gave Ember a wink and a smile, and Fancy a nod and a nudge, and then was gone, shutting the door behind him.

Fancy Pants cleared his throat, just a bit stiffly. "Yes, well. It is quite good to meet you, Ember. Far has told me a little bit about you. I've never spoken to a changeling before."

Ember reached out to him, tasting his emotions. There was a hint of nervousness there, and quite a lively curiosity, but mostly there was desire. Far had obviously already explained what she needed, and Fancy Pants had obviously liked the idea. Feeling a second wash of relief, Ember smiled at the stallion. "Maybe you have and you didn't know it. But even though I'd love to talk, I'm sure Far explained that I, uhm, need something else..."

Fancy chuckled. "Oh yes. He said you have a high sex drive."

Ember wasn't quite certain what the phrase meant, but it sounded about right. "I need to mate. A lot. At least once a day, sometimes more. Far is nice, he likes me a lot, but he says he can't keep up."

"I can only imagine. Well, I'm more than willing to lend a hoof."

"I need something other than a hoof."

Fancy laughed at that, though Ember hadn't meant it to be funny. "I will happily lend any part of my anatomy you might find useful."

"That's good." Ember shifted somewhat uncertainly, having no idea what to do next. Jumping on the stallion seemed like it might be the wrong thing to do. Far had explained to her about foreplay, and about how sex was for pleasure and mutual bonding among ponies, not just for producing young. He'd seemed happy enough with her attempts at such. She should probably try one of the things he'd taught her.

While she was dithering, trying to decide, however, Fancy Pants climbed onto the bed next to her and nuzzled up against her cheek. The taste of lust from him was strong. "You are so exotic," he murmured. "So like a pony, yet so unlike."

Ember turned her head and kissed him, as hard and passionately as she could. He froze, then kissed back, his hooves slipping around her, caressing her chitin. Ember groaned into the kiss. She needed him desperately. Fortunately he seemed to have pretty much the same idea, he pushed her back, pressing his body against hers. She shuddered as she felt a hardness rubbing against her stomach. He was already coming erect. He ground his hips against her, and she instinctively lifted her hips to him, moaning as she rubbed herself against his shaft.

He chuckled softly. "So eager, hmm? Well, let's give you what you want." He lifted himself a bit, shifting until the tip of his cock pressed against Ember's marehood. Ember held her breath, her heart pounding. She needed this so much!

Fancy pressed against her, pushing the head of his cock against her, but it did not go in. He made a little "hmm" sound and shifted his angle slightly, pushing again. Still it refused to enter her. She could feel the pressure against her mound, the broad, flat head pressed to her flexible chitin. She spread her legs a bit wider, trying to help. Fancy grunted and shifted again, this time managing to slip an edge of the head in a bit. Ember let out a soft, hopeful sound, half moan, half whimper of need. Fancy grunted softly and began trying to push deeper. Ember could feel herself being stretched out, but almost immediately the sensation turned from pleasure to pain. She yelped and instinctively pulled her hips back, then let out a whimper of dismay as she realized what she'd done. Fancy's cock was no longer inside her at all.

Fancy cursed softly and climbed off of her, sitting on the bed beside her. Ember sat up and looked down at his lap, getting her first actual sight of the problem.

Fancy's cock was absolutely enormous. She'd thought that Far had been well-endowed, compared to a changeling male, but Fancy was even bigger. No wonder it hadn't gone in. If it had somehow, it probably would have torn her.

She looked back up at Fancy, still trembling. "What do we do?" she said, a hint of needy whimper still in her voice. She was even worse off now than she'd been before Fancy came into the room.

Fancy heaved a sigh, looking somewhat deflated. "Well... my past experience has shown, unfortunately, that when a mare cannot, ah, take me, the only remedy is a long course of careful stretching over several days. Or even several weeks."

"Weeks?" squeaked Ember. "Oh no. No, no, no, no, I don't even want to wait minutes!"

Fancy's ears went flat to his head and he wilted a bit more. Ember didn't recognize the emotional taste coming off of him now, but it wasn't a good one. "I am sorry, madame. There is no help for it."

Ember scowled. She was not going to just give up. Far had gone to great lengths to find a friend who was trustworthy and willing. She wasn't going to just turn him away. "There has to be a help for it, I just have to think of..." Suddenly her mind hit on the obvious solution. "Aha! There is a way. Just one moment..." Ember concentrated, accessing her still somewhat inexpert transformation magic. She'd never done what she had in mind before, but she couldn't think of any reason why it wouldn't work.

Green fire oozed over her, going slowly as she took care to get the transformation just right. When it cleared, a pony mare sat in her place. The blue-maned, blue-furred shape was Ember's usual pony form, but this time she was not the size of an average mare, she was much larger, nearly as big as Princess Celestia herself. Fancy Pants gaped at her for a moment. Then his ears came up and his shoulders straightened. "Well now, that is a useful talent, madame. Very useful indeed."

Her pulse still pounding, and not caring to waste any more time, Ember simply rolled over onto her stomach and flicked her tail up in a gesture that was the same among ponies and changelings alike. Fancy needed no second invitation, he straddled her and pushed his cock against her entrance. Dripping wet with desire, and large enough even for his girth now, her pussy accepted him willingly, his cock sliding slowly in, still large enough to stretch her, but in a good way. He groaned as he pushed in deep, and Ember echoed the sound.

He hilted, his hips pressed to her, and ground himself against her, hitting a deep spot that was actually painful, making Ember gasp and shudder. Yet somehow the pain was exciting too. She didn't understand that, but she did know that she wanted more. The fire of need hadn't been quenched merely by the feel of Fancy's cock in her.

When he pulled back and started thrusting in her, slow and deep, she couldn't help but gasp out, "Oh, yes!"

Fancy chuckled softly in her ear, his hooves hooking over her shoulders, pulling her back against him as she started thrusting faster. Ember moaned, her body trembling with pleasure and need. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. She whimpered as he settled into a steady pace. She wanted him to come, right now! She arched her back, lifting her hips to his thrusts. He nipped and nuzzled at the back of her ear, and she could hear him panting. He started thrusting harder, hitting that deep, painful spot each time. She cried out with each thrust. It still hurt, and it was still so good! Also good was the taste of the energy Fancy was putting out now. Desire and pleasure were strong and sweet in the air, and Ember was drinking in a generous helping of them without even having to try.

Fancy bit her ear lightly, and she moaned, utterly beyond words now. He too seemed past speech, for he let out a low sound that was almost a growl and ground his hips to hers, bucking them in short jerks, buried to the hilt and pushing relentlessly on that painful spot deep within. She shuddered and whimpered. She'd never felt anything like it. Fancy was breathing hard, his teeth gripping her ear, his body pinning hers completely, his cock pressed deeply into her. As he continued his short, deep thrusts Ember felt a new sensation, the head of his cock flaring within her, stretching her almost past bearing. The emotions coming from him were bright, intense, overwhelming. Ember was completely lost in taste, sensation, and desire.

Suddenly, with a low grunt, Fancy ground his hips to her once more, deeply, and she could feel his cock pulsing within her. She cried out, a wordless shout of utter bliss. This, this was what she'd needed so desperately. Her whole body shook with it, even if what she felt wasn't quite an orgasm. She didn't care, all she cared was that he had come, his seed finally quenching that desperate need.

As the last spurt pumped into her, Fancy let go of her ear and went slowly limp, breathing hard as he lay atop her. She too relaxed beneath him, sighing deeply.

Quite some time later, Fancy Pants lifted his head and said, "That was marvelous."

"Yes, it was," said Ember contentedly.

Ember shook off the memory, turning her full attention to Bramble, who was sitting nervously on the edge of her bed, hunched over a bit as if to hide himself from her. "Come now, no need to be shy," she said, and knelt in front of him, her muzzle moving forward to nudge him in the chest, encouraging him to straighten. She then nudged his legs apart and inspected the sheath and ball sack between them. They looked fairly average, nothing too strange about them. Perhaps a bit on the small side, but it was hard to tell a stallion's size when he wasn't erect. She nuzzled at his sheath, which made a slightly startled squeak come from him.

Managing to refrain from chuckling at the adorable sound, Ember instead concentrated on drawing out the member that remained hidden between his legs. She nuzzled and licked gently at the soft-furred sheath, sometimes moving down to attend to his balls as well. That seemed to get a bit of a reaction; he made a little sound of pleasure, so she lingered there, licking and caressing them with her velvety nose. He moaned softly, and some of the tension went out of him.

She continued, sometimes using her magic to caress and fondle his balls while she kissed and nuzzled at his sheath, sometimes licking and sucking his balls alone, until finally his cock had fully emerged and hardened. She lifted her head, surveying it thoughtfully.

What she saw was indeed on the small side of average. It was probably somewhat less than half the length of the remembered monster that Fancy had been blessed—or cursed—with, and was not particularly girthy either. It was mottled black and pink, smooth, without especially pronounced veins, and it curved just a bit to one side. "My goodness," she breathed softly, playing it up a bit, but still being perfectly sincere, "you are just perfect."

Not giving Bramble any time to comment on that, Ember licked up to the tip of Bramble's cock, her tongue making one long, sensual sweep along it, finishing with a swirl around the head. He gasped and twitched. "Just perfect," she repeated, and took it into her mouth.

It was just perfect. It fit between her teeth without her having to strain her jaw, so she didn't have to worry too much about teeth scraping or biting. She sank down on it, slowly taking it into her mouth, humming softly in pleasure as she did. She loved giving oral, and Bramble's cock was just exactly the right size to fill her mouth without strain. She rather suspected it would be the right length too...

It was. She sank down all the way, until her nose was pressed to Bramble's stomach. Her tongue caressing along the underside, her throat muscles working, swallowing repeatedly in response to the pressure as the tip just pushed into her throat. Bramble groaned. Ember wanted to moan again, but couldn't until she drew back. She stayed down as long as she could, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the wonderful sensation of the cock that filled her mouth and throat. Finally she had to pull back so that she could breathe. She didn't let go entirely, though, keeping the tip within her mouth while she breathed through her nose, still caressing the underside of the tip with her tongue.

After a few moments, she went down again, sinking down rapidly this time. She didn't stay there, though, she started a steady back and forth motion, bobbing her head on Bramble's cock. He groaned again. She smiled internally and activated her magic, cupping his balls while she continued to blow him.

"Oh Fleur," he gasped, another shudder going through him. She felt his balls tensing, and his cock twitched. "I'm going to come," he said breathlessly. She didn't pause for a moment, if anything she bobbed faster. She wanted to taste him. A moment later she was rewarded as a sudden spurt of hot semen flooded onto her tongue. She slowed her motion, concentrating on trying to swallow all of it as pulse after pulse of it sprayed into her mouth. She didn't quite contain it all, some of it dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

When he'd emptied himself, she pulled back, tipped her head back a bit, and swallowed. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at Bramble, who was staring down at her, looking a bit dazed.

"Wow."

Ember chuckled. "Thank you," she said, a bit smugly. A touch of magic cleaned the mess that had dribbled down her chin off, and then she rose to sit next to Bramble on the bed, slipping one foreleg around his waist. They were about the same height, since Fleur was quite tall for a mare. He leaned into her willingly, and the taste of his emotions was much better now, the shame was nearly entirely gone. She knew that one good experience wouldn't permanently undo years of insecurity, but for now, at least, he was happy, and she was happy to have helped him feel thus.

"Did you mean it? I mean, when you said, uh..."

"Well, 'perfect' is a rather bold claim," she said with a gentle chuckle. "But yes. That was extremely enjoyable, and something that's a bit less fun when I have to worry about dislocating my jaw. You are on the small side of average, my dear, but I am telling the complete, so-help-me-Celestia truth when I say that I enjoyed myself thoroughly with you."

"But... we didn't... I mean, I haven't been, you know, in you."

She threw him a flirty wink and said, "Would you like to be?"

His breath gave a little hitch, excited and nervous all over again. "Y-yes?"

"Mmm, marvelous! In that case, let us see if we can get your possibly perfect member at full mast again, shall we?" She slipped her hoof between his legs, making him twitch in surprise. It didn't take long to get him erect again. In fact it went faster this time, probably because he wasn't so nervous about it anymore. There was still a hint of nervousness in the air, but there was also quite a lot of desire and anticipation. Ember savored it as she bent and gave the head of Bramble's cock one brief lick. He shivered pleasantly. "Do you have any preferred positions?" asked Ember.

"Whatever you like is fine," said Bramble, blushing a bit. Apparently not all of his shyness was tied to his shame.

Ember just smiled. "Well, in that case I believe I shall insist on you lying back in the bed. I rather like the 'cowgirl' and it's a good one for smaller stallions." She nudged him in the chest with one hoof, and he obediently scooted back until he was sitting in the middle of the bed, then stretched out on his back. Sweeping her eyes up and down, Ember took a moment to admire him. He was not at all bad looking, and the mottled shaft of his cock, standing up from his body as he lay there, made her want to just jump on him immediately.

She didn't quite leap, but she certainly wasted no time climbing over next to him on the bed and swinging a leg over him. His cock rested against her rump, the soft fall of her tail brushing against it. Flicking her tail aside, she lifted herself and slid a hoof under her to position it against the lips of her marehood. She was already more than ready, her pussy damp with her arousal. Still, she teased herself, and Bramble too, by hesitating, hovering with the head of his cock just touching her warm, slick folds. He let out a tiny, unconscious sound of need. She finally lowered herself, taking him into her. The feeling of his warm hardness within her was good.

"Ah yes..." he murmured as she sank down onto him.

"Mmm," said Ember, grinding her hips down on his a bit. With his cock as deep as it could possibly go, she felt pleasantly filled. It didn't quite hit that deep, pleasure-pain spot, but that was just fine, it didn't need to. She started moving slowly atop Bramble, lifting herself and then dropping back down, going up slowly and sinking down quickly, giving a little gasp each time she did so. The slick sliding of his cock within her felt wonderful. It was not, quite, enough to get her there alone, though.

She slipped a hoof down her stomach and began to rub herself, then decided that she had a better idea and grabbed Bramble's hoof instead. He, fortunately, required no further explanation, and rubbed it lightly against her clit as she moved atop him. She tipped her head back, moaning and panting. She was already highly excited. The feel of him within her, the taste of his pleasure, the excitement of all they'd done already, all that together meant that it wasn't long until she was shuddering on the edge—clenched around Bramble's stallionhood, her breath coming fast, her moans growing steadily louder. "Oh, Bramble," she moaned.

"Fleur," he breathed, moving his hoof faster against her. It was, perhaps, a bit inexpert, but it was enough. She arched atop him, crying out wordlessly as pleasure washed over her.

A long, wonderful moment later she relaxed, panting, and grinned down at Bramble. "You see? Your worries about being unable to please me were quite unfounded, Bramble dear." She gave a little squeeze with her inner muscles and added, "But now I believe it's your turn again."

"Ooo," moaned Bramble, looking up at her with a very pleased smile on his face. "I am not going to complain," he said.

"Good." Ember started moving atop him, pleasant anticipation filling her. Tonight was shaping up to be a very good night indeed.

Author's Note

The penis I most frequently interact with is right smack dab in the middle of the bell curve, perfectly average, and therefore just exactly the perfect size, in my opinion. But if for some demented reason I had to choose one that was either larger or smaller, I would go for smaller. Large has its good points too, of course, but the popular notion that bigger always equals better is just silly. Everyone has a size that suits them, and it varies, just as body size preferences in general do.