Whistle while you work

by Living Madness

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Comedy, Rarity, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character
Length: 11419

Never ever cat call, seriously just dont do it!

So I finally did it.

So many years of telling them to stop cat calling and they finally got me, I finally broke under peer pressure and harassed some poor mare on the street.
Now on a friday evening after work i'm standing outside some fashion pony’s shop, dirty, sweating and still wearing my construction gear, waiting to be torn a new one by this mare.

I just hope she doesn't sue...

Warning: Mild bondage, anal and other kinkyness will insue.

Published 2014-11-23 01:20:17 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-23 01:20:17 UTC

Its going to be a long day...

Author's Note

No Editor for this guys sorry.
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Cheers and enjoy.

Its going to be a long day...

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Ah that beautiful familiar sound of the break bell. I set down the hammer, wooden board and nails and sigh in relief, lifting the hard hat from my head I mopping up the sweat from my brow.

Already it was shaping up to be a long day.

The late spring sun was a cruel mistress in the land of Equestria, and by the edge of the Everfree forest it was a sweltering nightmare. The humidity of the untamed clouds acting as a blanket which kept the heat from escaping, and at the floor level I was working on it was truly unbearable.

As I stop to take a breath I hear the sounds of trotting hoofs and idle chatter going past me, my fellow co-workers were taking to the mess hall as it had been aptly nicknamed. Each pony carrying an almost comically identical metal lunch box, that I too was guilty of owning.

The only exception being that with each pony that walked past carrying it in either hoof, mouth, or magic it was easy to spot their cutie marks painted on the front. Most of them were actually very well done indeed, funnily enough I had a tattoo on my right shoulder of the a dragons eye also painted on my lunch box, against my will I might add.

Especially because it was tattoo that I had gotten when I was young and stupid. I had told them many times that this was not a mark of my identity but for the most part I was ignored. I lift the marked box up and proceed to walk away from the line of ponies, instead heading up to the fifth floor.

I hesitantly contemplated waiting for a while. Not out of any need to get work done, though I always found that I worked better on an empty stomach. It’s amazing just how lethargic one could feel even after eating a salad, which of course dwelling in a land populated by herbivores left me with little choice but to do.

No the reason for my hesitation became clearer and clearer as I walked towards the only place that could command both a beautiful view and more importantly cool air.

"Hey good lookin need some Earth pony magic in your life!" A familiar gritty voice bellows out, as I reach the top floor of the site which at this point was nothing more than thick metal beams and scaffolding.

Not again, can't I have one peaceful meal.

I watch as the owner of that voice a white and grey unicorn put a hoof in his mouth and whistles in a provocative fashion towards an unsuspecting mare on the street below.

"Hey sweetness lookin’ to spare any of that flank for a handsome stallion!?"

"Buck off creep!" An angry voice replies from below, gaining a chorus of howls and mock hooting from the instigator of the provocative question.

I juggle with the idea of simply waiting until they've finished and almost go through with it, until I was betrayed by one of my favourite organs, as it growls and protests angry at my decision. Said growl loud enough to gain the attention of my fellow labourer's.

Et tu stomach?

"Well, well, well if it isn't Mr Shy himself." The pale green and brown unicorn known as Hacksaw mocks.

Sighing, I balanced my footing and carefully proceeded to walk across the beam towards my destination, and the cause of my annoyance, or better known as my work friends.

Annoyed that my choice was now effectively plucked from my hands I slump down next to the pony in question opening my lunch box, and silently facing off into the distance.

"What's up boyo? We thought you were gonta skip out on us again, did you miss me pretty face."

"Where? is it behind that Nightmare night mask you've strapped to your muzzle." I baited back. Innocent mockery every now and then kept them from ganging up, as I was proven with the other two laughing at my little sting.

"Ugly as he is, he has a point though lad, why do ya go hiding every time break comes round?" The chocolate brown and black manned earth pony I call Foreman for no other reason than that was actually his real name. I'm serious these pony have their future jobs down to a science, I swear!

"I wouldn't have to hide if you guys didn't keep up with that incessant cat calling, seriously can't we just have one peaceful meal without you animals yelling down at the poor girls below." I argue reaching into my lunch box and grimacing slightly at the once fresh salad, which had now become a quickly browning mess thanks to the magic of humidity.

"Ah there he goes again, the white knight of the site, defender of all that's right." The almost Irish sounding voice sings back to me courtesy of the last and only Earth pony in the crew, Ball Point.

I roll my eyes at the song I've heard more times than I care to admit and do my best to ignore him. Instead I focus on forcing down my rapidly spoiling meal.

"Now lads leave the boy alone." Foreman announces to the group, earning a smile from me. However as I look up at him I realise where this is really going.

"If we chat up all his friends, he'll have no one to play dress up and gossip with."

Ah yes we've already gotten to the I'm a cross dresser part.

I slump down further on the beam and turn away from the group. As the uproar of laughter insures, I contemplate how satisfying it would be to throw my salad along with the metal casing at my boss compared to being jobless. Believe me it’s a scale I weighed up many times.

"Seriously guys, I really don't know why I hang out with you." I moan abandoning my meal for good and folding my arms in a way that now in hindsight must have looked pretty childish, what could I say the heat was getting to me.

"The reason we hang out with ya lad, Is because we're the only ones that can stomach that big ugly mug ya insist on carrying on your head, and you're so lonely that we probably could convince even Hacksaw to let you have a go on him, he’s dumb enough if ya get him drunk." Foreman heckles, bumping his fellow labourer with a shoulder as Hacksaw looks back with a sour expression at the joke at his expense.

And now it's on to the 'I'm gay' jokes...fantastic.

I groan loudly. "For the last time guys I'm not lonely and I'm really not attracted to stallions...or really any pony at all."

"Don't tell me you’re a eunuch lad?" Foreman asks in a tone I was not entirely convinced was in jest.

"What! No of course not, it’s just that, I, well I don't really look at mares all that much it would be a bit weird, me being a different species and all."

Forman shakes his head and chuckles lightly. "Ah Tarterus son, that's what's holding ya back? Heck my cousins been married to a Griffon, what I think its damn near six years now I'm guessin? And they're just as different as you are, prettier on the eyes I'll admit, but you're just making up excuses lad."

"Of course he is because his junk don't work obviously." Hacksaw chimes in, earning a light chuckle from everyone but me.

"I'll have you know my, uh stuff works just fine thank you very much." I growl back feeling a flush creep across my cheek.

"Oh yeah prove it boyo, ones coming up now why don't ya show her a little sugar, you know so we know ya still got all ya parts workin'." Hacksaw retaliates knowingly, his face the essence of mischief.

"Nah he can't do it, eunuchs don't know the first thing about cattin up gals." Ball Point jumps in.

I growl in annoyance giving them daggers with my eyes, as my face flushes redder and redder beyond my control.

"Fine! Fine, I'll do it if it'll shut you bloody bastards up." I bellow, throwing my hands up in frustration, earning an child like 'ooooh' from the collective group.

I work with teenagers, horny dumb teenagers.

Slowly I turn to the pony in question, an almost snow white fur with a sparkling and well groomed purple mane that almost went down to her hooves. It looked in pristine condition as did her coat. Even from this height I could make out the well groomed and dazzling cutie mark, well sort of, if I squinted my eyes I could make out what looked like three blue diamonds at least from here it did. I just hoped she wasn't as fragile as she appeared to be.

Looking down at her even I had to admit she was pretty for a pony. That didn't help me though, In my experience girls who looked after themselves to that degree obviously cared deeply about their appearances, and were often weak to even mild comments about their looks both good or bad.

I gulped, mentally preparing myself as I marched forward to the metaphorical gallows in my head. Having gone this far it would be social suicide for me to back down now.

I just hope she doesn't get to upset...or sue me or something like that, I really don't earn enough for that.

H-HEY! Hey miss." I uncertainly yell, my voice already crackling as I shout towards the mare walking past the site.

"No, no that's not how you do it, you got to get their attention like this." Ball Point interrupts, sticking his hoof into his mouth and loudly whistles.

The mare in question stops her trotting and gazes inquisitively at her surroundings, finally she spots me and the group giving us a puzzled stare.
"Go on lad." Forman commands, nudging me with a hoof.

Here goes...

"H-hey miss, you got, um you look really pretty and your figure is nice and slim, it looks like you’re on some sort of diet. D-do you exercise? Because it looks like your pretty fit and not fat or unless you want to be that's fine to, it’s not my place to judge. Um also your, uh flank is cute in a pony way, it complements your body very well. That's all I wanted to say, h-have a nice day and all that." I finish yelling down at the mare, feeling the shame and stupidity of every syllable in each sentence. My cheeks feel like someone set fire to them as I blush from utter embarrassment.

The atmosphere between the group is one of the purest silences I have ever had the pain of experience. It was like the entire site left for the day and it was just me and the mare, as she just keeps her eyes fixed up at me.

Finally I break eye contact first, wipping my forehead as my sweating now attributed to more than just the heat. I couldn't take it anymore, I quickly dare to glance up again and wince closing my eyes as I see her face go bright red, probably from anger I imagine. I can only await the verbal onslaught I'm about to receive.

It doesn't come.

I allow myself to peak out of one eye and notice that the mare is still looking at me. However as my gaze returns to her she simply turns and walks slowly off into the distance. Her tail and flank swishing in an almost jungle cat like manner most likely something ponies did when they were well and truly livid, I imagine I don't really interact with mares much so I couldn't quite tell.

I slump my whole body down looking at my feet as it dangles from the building, feeling utterly ashamed and embarrassed that I'd allowed myself to sink that low.

"Wow...that may have been the greatest thing I ever heard in my life." Ball point says trying to containing his enormous grin that sets off a small chuckle amongst the group, that quickly transforms into an uproar of laughter from the three ponies who fall over clutching their sides as they try and contain their laughter.

"Oh madam, can I hold your purse for you whilst I complement your flank, tis most appealing." Hacksaw mocks, in a stereotypical upper class noble voice, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Spoken like a true Romeo, sorry no I meant Juliet, she was more like Romeo." Foreman jumps in to the constant mockery, as I srink in my seat desperately trying to fall into the hole I dug for myself.

After a few more moments and mocking comments, I couldn't take anymore. I decided to call it an early lunch working in the humidity was a cakewalk compared to that.
Thankfully work helped me to get my mind to shut up for a few hours, it’s hard to berate yourself if you're too busy lifting stacks of wood I can tell you.

A few hours later and I was ready to call it a day. I turned the door I had been working on to check if the thing opened properly. Happy that my work for the day was complete, I walked back to the mess hall to collect my things and head home for some well needed rest and relaxation and alcohol, a lot of alcohol.

Unfortunately as that famous quote goes, best laid plans of mice and men and all that, it was not meant to be. I entered the room and all eyes were on me. Hushed whispers that filled the room were the only thing that sounded in the mess hall. Because of the rarity of me as a species, effectively I was the only one in the world, I was use to a few ponies still being a bit hesitant and hush hush around me.

But not in here, no this could not be good.

Hesitantly I strolling up to the storage room in the corner of the hall, I make my way up to the help desk when I was suddenly stopped by Foreman. He holds his hard hat in his hooves solemnly twisting it around in his hooves before looking up at me. "Son, I don't know how to tell ya this so I'm just going to say it, you got busted."

"Busted? What do you mean, was it that damn health and safety inspector again? I told him a hundred times they don't make human sized harnesses!"

"No it’s not about that old bastard, no boyo you got busted cat callin'. One of the mares came in here asking about you."

And just like that any hope of having a nice relaxing evening was ruined. Tightening my fist in apprehension, I stared down at Forman thinking this might be his idea of a sick joke, so i waited for the punch line that never came.

After I realised that he was actually serious, I gulped audibly.

"Oh hell, what did she say was she mad? crap she was mad wasn't she."

"huh? Oh I don't remember, I was too busy staring at her flank to notice, a damn fine one at that." Forman reminisces, as I feel my worry form into anger.

"What do you mean you don't remember, Jesus can't you keep it in your pants for five minutes!?"

"I don't wear pants lad." He answered casually, a small smirk plastered on his muzzle.

"I, you..." I face palm.

Seriously, horny dumb teenagers all of them.

"Either way she came here for you, so that most likely means you got to go apologise to her."

"Wait? why do I have to apologise for this, you lot made me do it, I don't know why I have to bite the bullet because you lot won't stop harassing people!" I venomously spit back, sticking an accusing finger at the pony in question.

Foreman sits back down on his hind legs lifting his forearm defensively. "Look lad its standard procedure, it looks bad on the company if she complains, and if Filthy Rich finds out, well it’s all our plots then. So it’s better to just get it over done with, no need to be all fancy just the standard 'I'm sorry I didn't mean it' malarkey and you're all set." He finishes with a wink.

"Wait, I didn't mean it! I mean she looks like an alright looking girl but, gah never mind I'll do it but if this goes bad I'm taking all of you down with me, you got that?"

I turn on the spot not even bothering to take my clothes I came in for as I storm out with my tool belt and helmet still on my person, something I'm usually very careful about putting away. But dammit I was flipping livid at this point.

"Oh lad by the way, she lives at west Ponyville little place called the Carousel, uh something or other. Fashion store I think? you'll find it I'm sure, not many places like it round here. Also I want details sunny!" He finishes and I almost feel the smirk on his face as I march out, my only response was a middle finger extended towards him as I leave.
None of the ponies really understood the meaning because of the lack of fingers and all that. But it made me feel a little better and right then I really needed something, anything good going on.

Now I knew for certain that this really was going to be a long day.

Three hours!

It took three fucking hours to find this blasted place. Turns out thanks to the princess's new castle here in Ponyville the only ponies on the street where frigging tourists! Meaning they didn’t know any of the land marks beside the massive one right in front of them.

So now here I stand, breathing heavily from the sun and the heavy gear I left on. I was also sweating like a pig from the prospect of meeting the mare which hadn’t helped with that blasted sun. I must have looked like I was trying to rob the place more than suck up to a mare I knew nothing about inside.

Sure I felt bad for what I did, but I was also tired and intimidated and also hot don't forget that part, these things tend leave a guy more than a little irritated.

I remove my hard hat, there was no real need for it anyway. putting a hand up to shake up my helmet hair I make my way onto the porch. The establishment defiantly looked high class for such a rustic town.

But as I stared into one of the windows I found it actually didn't come across as all that intimidating. In fact it actually reminded me of one of those fitting shops I had taken my little sister to, to get her wedding dress fitted all those years ago.

Bit by bit my apprehension about who this mare was drained slightly as the bittersweet feelings of that happy day sunk into the forefront of my mind. Feeling a bit odd about the amount of time I was spending effectively glaring into the establishment, I promptly pressed forward ducking under the door as I often had to do. However what I didn't duck away from was the door chime above it, which I promptly slammed my head against at full clumsy force.

"Bugger!" I holler in pain, clutching my head instantly putting pressure on the small cut I now had on my forehead. So much for a good first impression, now she's just going to think I'm sex crazed and a moron.

"Hello, what’s going on down there, is everything alright?" A strangely Oxford-esc accent calls down to me.

"Yeah sorry just, hit my head against the bell like an imbecile." I yell back through clenched teeth, still clutching my head, the pain seems to subside quickly but it's bleeding somewhat now, and the last thing I want to do now was get blood onto this poor mares floor on top of everything else.

"Oh my goodness are you alright darling? I'll be down in one moment." The voice responds.

'Oh my goodness', 'darling'? Oh no she's one of those upper class Canterlot types, this isn't going to end well.

Naturally in this slightly panicked state my mind goes to the worst case scenario, as it tended to do. Thoughts flood into my mind instantly of me standing in court, whilst a lawyer picks apart my actions as that of some sex crazed sadist, who broke into a defenceless mares house and bleed on her floor in some sort of pre murder ritual...
So maybe that was a bit too much, but I used to watch a lot of crime shows, this stuff was pretty common, sort of, just trust me okay.

As I turn to try and find something to wipe the small cut with I hear the trotting coming down the stairs, its already too late. "It must have been quite the accident for some pony to hit their head all the way up--" the mare stops mid-sentence as she notices me.

For a moment nothing happens as we lock eyes, I can only await the inevitable scream and the coming bailiffs to whisk me to the big house.
Throwing caution to the wind, and fighting the urge to simply flee immediately I gulp and take the plunge.

Better get this over with I suppose.

"I'm very sorry I--"

"My dear you're bleeding."

"I, I am and before you yell for the guards it was an accident, I'm not into that I swear!" I nervously yell, perhaps louder than intended as I hold my hand up defensively.

The mare in question simply gives me a queer look for a moment before answering. "Why, don't we come into the kitchen and I can get you cleaned up, you look a bit of a mess." She finishes with a caring smile, swaying her tail and turning towards the kitchen.

"I... um okay" I say, weakly nodding, I truly was not sure why this was going so well for a change. As you could tell I was a glass half empty sort of man, but I wasn't going to tempt fate.

I proceeded cautiously into the kitchen, subconsciously thankful that I could stand upright in the mares house given the average size of these ponies establishments. It could be slowly maddening to have to hunch over every time you enter a building, which was quite often as it turns out.

The mare walks towards the kitchen counter with a cloth in her magic, placing it into the sink and proceeds to dampen it with water from her faucet.

She beckons for me to take a seat, strangely enough she has a chair I could actually fit in. Though I still didn't want to lean back to far for fear of snapping the fragile looking thing. Besides I'm already probably tracking mud everywhere as it was, this place really was to clean for me.

"Okay now darling, just lean forward a bit."

I do as she says, leaning down towards her as she dampens my head gently with the cold compress. Weirdly enough she doesn't use her magic, but instead decides to lean against my knee and use her mouth. It was not all that strange I suppose, it wasn't like ponies didn't use their mouths for all sorts of things. Did I ever say how useful hands where because they really where a godsend compared to that.

On the other hand, it was a little weird that she was taking an abnormally long time to complete the job wiping my forehead delicately as her, admittedly warm, soft fur brushed against my body. I don't blame her for taking so long though she must just be tired, the heat was getting to everyone/pony this time of year.

“There good as new." She announces kissing her hoof as a cook would do after tasting a finished soup.

"Well as good as I can get considering the mess, and smell." I joke lightly, pointing towards my dusty work clothes for emphasis. I really should have showered and changed before I came over.

The mare to my surprise shakes her head and smiles back at me, a hint of mischief twinkles in her deep blue eyes. "Nonsense my dear it makes you look very strapping indeed, in fact the smell almost reminds me of some of the new lines of stallion aftershaves if I dare say so myself."

I think for a minute at the very odd compliment, it was true that most ponies often thought I'd used some form of cosmetic product after a long day at work. It seemed that the pheromones in my sweat was something they often found appealing as weird as it seemed to me. Then again maybe I now just sweat Hugo Boss, living in a world full of talking ponies for so long anything was possible.

"Well, uh thank you miss...?"

"Rarity darling just Rarity, please don't call me miss, it makes me sound old and dull."

I smirk as I put my hard hat and belt down by the floor careful not to scratch anything "Ha, I maybe from another world and of a different species, but even I can tell you're neither of those things."

The mare waves a hoof at me as if to push away the very complement, as she turns back to the kitchen counter "My my, rugged and a gentleclot you really are an interesting one."

Rugged, gentlecolt I thought I was here to get yelled and screamed at? Wait don't jinx it, I shouldn't look a gift...pony in the mouth, man that was a terrible, thank god nobody reads these thoughts.

I sigh it was time to get this over with. "So Rarity, I guess I should ap--"

"Would you like something to drink, perhaps some wine darling? I know it's still a little early but it is a Friday after all and you look like you've had a long day." She says completely blindsiding my apology, not that I minded much, especially if she was offering me my drink of choice.

Well maybe it would help make the apology easier. I rationalise in my head knowing that really made no sense at all.

"Well" I say with a bit of hesitation, "I could never really say no to a glass of red."

"Ah excellent, I have the perfect vintage, one moment." The mare claps her hooves together giddily before trotting slowly and with a very noticeable sway towards the pantry, the soft sounds of clopping and her humming as she moved, easing my trepidation somewhat.

I turn towards the pantry just at my side as she bends down to check the, if I may say so very impressive selection of wines. I couldn’t help but notice the mares tail and what it was attached to. I try looking the other way but she keeps wiggling it almost like she want me to stare, as the moments pressed on it became increasingly hard not to look.

Stop staring you perv, don't you remember why you had to come here in the first place! I argue to myself fighting the need to keep my gaze on her slender rump.

My eyes fight against the though as I peek once again. Damn I'm going to need an extra cold shower today. I bit my lip as my eyes keep looking down at the mare, regardless of my inner restraint.

What are you thinking you shouldn't even be interested in that, she's a pony for god’s sake, did that injury damage your brain as well. A rival mental voice scolds.

But, what if what Foreman says was right, I'm the only one who seems to have a problem here, maybe I am being too prudish. It has been a really, really long time, and I'm only looking, call it morbid curiosity. I shaking my head as the inner turmoil debates furiously in my head.

Unfortunately she turn around just in time to see me staring like a fool, I cough and look the other way pretending to stare at the most interesting tile in the kitchen. Quickly looking back for a moment I catch what I think is a smirk on the mares muzzle as my cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment.

Thankfully she doesn't comment, but simply levitates the bottle over towards the table with two crystal glasses to match.

I thank her as she begins to pour a more than generous amount into my cup and her own. The deep red in the glass brings a smile to my face as a wave of nostalgia invades my thoughts.

I chink glasses with the mare and drink deep from the cup. I know it's sacrilege to waste a good vintage and believe me it was a very good vintage indeed, but I needed the confidence if I was going to speak my apology speech that I had been rehearsing and re-rehearsing in my head for the past few hours now.

A fog of silence descends over us both as I subconsciously swirl the glass around inspecting the quality of the wine inside it. Oddly it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, more like sitting down with a old friend, even though I had of course hardly known this mare for more than ten minutes.

"Well, what do you think?" She asks curtly breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" I say slightly sloppily, already I feel the wines effects making me partially light headed, most likely not assisted by the lack of any real food in my system and that I had practically drained a rather large glass in one mouthful.

"About the wine darling." Rarity chuckles lightly, taking a more reserved sip herself.

"Hehe sorry, no its very good I can really taste the make, especially the hint of oak from the barrel its earthy even bitter, but not excessively so. This had to be aged for at least for a good twenty something years I'm guessing somewhere warm, uh I'd say Saddle Arabia somewhere very hot sorry not very good with the geography of this world still."

The mares face takes a somewhat shocked look as I finish my rattling.

Don't bore the lady, she asked how it was, not its life story! I mentally berate myself.

Rarity shakes her head in amazement reading the bottle. "My you're nearly spot on, I have never even seen another normal pony outside of the more refined class that could even tell if it even tasted better than the average bottle or not." The mare blushes slightly putting a hoof up to her mouth. "Oh my, sorry that sounded incredibly snooty didn't it? I didn't mean to insult you or your profession." She say backtracking and taking another long sip from her glass.

I chuckle again easing the mare worries, as I stroke the my neck awkwardly. "Please don't worry, no offence taken, I actually use to help my dad back at the family vineyard that's how I knew so much. It was pretty much required knowledge in my family, my dad would hold these big family contest back home, guess I just picked up a knack for it through osmosis." I chuckle lightly, but despite myself sigh a bit looking down at my boots.

I know it had been a long time, but I still missed him dearly. Hopefully my other siblings would be helping him out now that I'm gone for good.

It seems that Rarity noticed the change in tone, Ponyville was still for all intents and purposes a small town, news always spread faster than a thatch roofed house on fire, so many ponies of the town knew I was stranded on this world, I'm guessing she very easily did the math either way.

"I'm sorry darling but, well let's not dwell on dark thoughts, especially with good wine." She says reassuringly, placing a hoof on my hand and squeezing it lightly.

I force a smile looking back at the mare. "Yeah sorry, didn't mean to bring the mood down like that."

"Nonsense darling, it's perfectly fine, it’s still an impressive talent if I may say so myself. But one thing you mentioned has been nagging me. If you've been working on your fathers vineyard for so long, you must be fairly talented at creating wine, why are you working on a construction site?" She asks making a very fair point.

I lean back on the chair despite my earlier worries hoping that holds and swirl the wine once more "Well you see, I'm actually saving up to buy one, but there’s not many things I can really do besides handy work. Everything in this world really does revolve around ponies obviously, so labouring seemed to be only real way to earn bits without a horn or wings." I shrug in a matter of fact sort of way, I was fine with it really. I was never opposed to hard work and the work was good exercise and fairly decent trouble starting, loud mouthed company.

"Well that’s not necessarily true, I can think of many amazing things you could do to a pony with those fingers?" she says with a coy smile her eyes fluttering slightly, enough to send a small shiver down my spine.

"Do to a pony?" I parrot in a confused tone.

"Sorry, did I say 'to' I mean 'for', yes 'for'." She corrects herself in a panicked tone, reaching for another glass of wine that I had just topped up as she spoke.

"Oh, ah yeah I guess you’re right, they can be very useful sometimes believe me." I state, watching curiously as the mares cheeks turn a cute crimson.

If it was one thing I could at least allow myself to think, it was that ponies could be downright adorable with little to no effort.

The conversation takes a more mundane turn after that little oddity, we soon end up discussing our lives, professions and even one or two funny stories from our past that had us both in stitches, I had to say I was really starting to warm up to this mare.

As it turns out Rarity was something of a hero in this world. I had thought that she was familiar, as I remembered the stain glass window in Canterlot castle. Then again that was a very long time ago, and when I did have to visit the castle for my bi-monthly review with the princesses, it was not often a part of the castle I visited.

Although I frequently visited the castle to talk with Celestia and her sister it had at first been something of a mandatory meeting to see how I was holding up in my new life, among other things, but had turned into more of mutual get together that I had come to enjoy, once we became better acquainted.

Oddly enough Rarity had actually know of my presence in Ponyville for some time being privy to the gossip of the town and having friends in high places. A thought that made my blunder a few hours ago that much worse in hindsight.

She had interestingly enough been inclined to meet me as I had found out through our conversation, though she never had the time and I was something of an introvert compared to the very social ponies of this town. Though it struck me as odd that she really felt a need to come meet me. I had asked her but she wasn't giving me much of a straight answer. I suppose I was just as much of a tourist attraction as the castle itself to the towns ponies. Though now that I talked to her that didn't feel like a fair assessment, she didn't strike me as someone like that.

As the conversation progressed I had to admit that the now mostly empty bottle was starting to take its toll on me and Rarity quite a lot more than we cared to admit, as we both became more bold with our conversations.

"Reallly?" She asks in partially tipsy astonishment, leaning further across the table, keeping her hoof firmly on my hand.

"Yeah it just never really felt like the right thing to do." I weakly respond feeling my cheeks warm again catching the mares astonishment.

"So you haven't been with any mare? are you more of a stallion, pony?" She asks reaching for another glass and giggling lightly as she realises that it's empty.

I chuckle at her action, for once the question seems more innocent coming from her. "No I'm not a 'coltcuddler' as you ponies put it, not that I have anything against people sorry I mean pony's that do. I just well, it’s not like I haven't entertained the thought of being with a mare sometimes it has been an awfully lonely and long time since I got to, um how do I put it, um, release the kraken?" I immediately begin to break down laughing as I realise the absolute absurdity of what I had just said, I don't even feel too bad as I simply enjoyed the present buzz of the wine from the now second bottle of the night.

This seems to set the mare off as well as we laugh for almost a minute.

"Aha, an interesting description to be sure." She concludes catching her breath.

"Sorry the wine is talking, I didn't mean be so crude around a lady." I bit my cheek smiling down at the mare.

Rarity raises an eyebrow up at me. "And what makes you thing this lady can't take a little crudeness?" She quickly retorts shuffling closer to me this time and swatting my back with her tail.

"I'm sure you could handle it just fine." I bit harder on my inside of my cheek as the subject reminds me of my true purpose for coming here.

"...speaking of which, I feel I really should apologise for what I did, I’m easily riled up believe me, I wouldn't have done that normally it’s just with the heat and the childlike pony’s I work with... What I mean to say is that I'm sorry if I insulted you back on the site. If there’s anything I can do to fix the issue I would be happy to oblige." I state sincerely or as sincerely as I could whilst trying not to slur my words, that really was some strong wine.

The room laps to silence for a moment as the mare gets a strange look on her face, I don't comment on it I didn't want to run my mouth anymore, It had already gotten me into trouble as it was.

"Well...If you insist, I can think of something that you could do to make up to me." she says with half laden eyes.

"Of course, whatever you need." I answer obliviously.

She leans against me for a moment I rationalise that maybe she's just more drunk than she's letting on, the mare did have most of the first bottle not that I minded, it was her wine after all.

Oddly I can smell just a hint of musky scent in the air, I can't tell if it’s coming from her or me but it's not unpleasant it almost smelt hot, spicy even, it reminded me of something, though I couldn't place it in this state.

As quickly as she leant against me she turns and dismounts the chair, walking towards the door, before slowly turning around with an almost sultry smile.
"Follow me darling." She purrs only a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

l hesitate for a moment, was this what I think it was. I shake my head of the though following her upstairs, I can't focus on the decor of the house for more than a minute before my thoughts and my gaze flicks back to the mare in front of me. I eventually find myself in the mares bedroom, a place I really did not think I would be.

I walk onto the middle of the large chamber stopping by her bed. Scanning around the room, I look for anything she could want me to do for he, now don't get me wrong I wasn't as naive as I let on. I had my suspicions, but really I had run into enough problems in my life with assumptions.

I turn back to the mare who was levitating a small oak box over towards her side.

"Um miss Rarity I don’t see anything here to fix." I say looking around the room again.

Suddenly and without warning I felt my shirt and belt levitate upwards taking me along with them.

Before I could even speak up, I was all but thrown onto the bed. I don't even get a chance to recover my thoughts before I feel two items latch onto my arms. Instantly I feel the icy chill of the strong steel curl around my wrists, A clicking sound on both sides confirm my suspicions, I peer up just make sure and spot two fluffy hand cuff.

Ok; Now it was safe to assume.

I can hear the mare clopping hooves as she walks into her walk in wardrobe. Minutes feel like hours and I start to panic slightly until I finally hear her walks over towards my side taking her very sweet time, all lights leave the room save for the light at her bedside and the magic glow of her horn. I feel the bed slump slightly at my side as I peer at the mares face which looks almost predatory at this point.

I stare slack jawed at her new outfit. Two pairs of skin tight jet black leggings around all four legs leaves me breathless, the cloth somehow adding more of an air of mystery to the mare it covers than when she was naked.

"I told you not to call me miss didn't I?" She purrs.

I nod dimly, all coherent thought was slipping from my mind as I peered into those sapphire eyes.

"Now darling it appears I haven't been very forthcoming with my request, the truth is that that I require your assistance in fixing a very certain thing for me, you see spring for mares can be quite... difficult." She states straddling me with all four hooves so that my only view was of her, not that anything else could have gained my interest at this point.

"W-what do you mean?" I finally get out, wriggling somewhat as I try and test my restraints.

"Well, what I mean is that there are two types of heat a mare experiences this time of year." She replays, resting her body onto my chest, her eyes never leaving mine for a second.

"Oh?...OH!" My thoughts finally register, and I realisation where this mare is coming from.

"Indeed it can be a very uncomfortable time for mares such as myself who like a stallion such as yourself but are not quite ready to settle down and start a family. So as you can see this is something that you can, 'fix' as you aptly put it."

Despite the confidence she imits from every part of her person I can tell there was a touch of uncertainty in her voice, as she waits only the briefest of moments before continuing.

"Is this something you could help me with?" She finishes with a tiny hesitant smirk.

As she rises and falls rhythmically on my chest with my somewhat strained breath. I had to admit I was both terrified and madly in lust at this point, the situation and the wine married into a blur that left my thoughts incoherent at best. I breath in deep through my nose my senses once again flooded with that odd musky, spicy scent. Only this time I know exactly what it was.

I gulp and bite my lip as I weigh my options, options that admittedly I had very little say in as the cold steel of the handcuffs reminded me.

Need I remind myself how long it has been since you’ve been with another? A voice in my head argued to me.

True but are you even ready for this, I mean with someone that's not even human... and is right now at least holding you against your will, oh let's not forget you also sexually harassed her not six hours ago? another voice argues.

Yeah but she doesnt seem to mind, look she's a nice girl, she's funny and pretty cute if you think about it like that... also for the last time it really has been a very, very long time.

I nod confiding in the voice. It really wasn't that much of an argument against being with her when I thought about it, and coupled with Foreman's words that still echoed in my mind it was an obvious choice.

I lift my head looking back at the mare who is giving me a slightly panicky look, I had been taking a bit too long to respond and she probably thought I was going to decline.

"I-I think I can help you miss, I mean Rarity." I say with my best disarming smile.

The mare in question looks down letting out a long sigh of relief, before looking back at me with an innocent smirk.

"For a moment there darling, I thought I came on too strong, I admit I do tend to take things a bit harder when I like a stallion." She admits.

I smirk back at her leaning forward, pulling the joker of the pack of cards fate had given me, I finally give the mare the taste of her own medicine. Pushing my lips against hers. Her eyes shot up for a moment before closing softly, she pulls back slightly before pushing fully into me as the passion overwhelms her.

I feel her tongue push past my lips, it seems that at least in this regard she was more inclined to take the lead, something I minded very little as I parted my lips letting her luscious long tongue connect with mine.

We twisted and turn heads for what felt like hours moaning and wrestling with the slippery appendages as the danced our tongues between each other’s mouths. However it doesn't last as Rarity pulls away finally pulls away much to my dismay. She leans down at me with a look that promises far more lustful acts yet to be experienced.

I can't help but smirk as the string of saliva leaves both our lips landing on my chest, looking at the mare who is collecting her breath her cheeks awash with a beautiful crimson flush reflected in the candle light.

"My you are a devious one aren't you? Trying to underhoof me at my own game. No wonder you were so dastardly before, coming on to me like that, and in the street no less." She grins giving me a soft wink.

I can't help but frown at the memory. "Damn I'm really sorry about that Rari--" Is all I can say thanks to the mare's hooves pressed against my lips firmly.

"Now I really don't think any more grovelling is going to help... at least not right now anyway. If you’re going to accept your punishment do it with some bravado please." she finishes, giving my cheek a long slippery overdrawn lick before nibbling my earlobe sending chills like lightning down my spine.
I can't speak, the predatory look the mare gleams down at me takes over any retort I could muster, I simply nod giving the mare my understanding.

"Very good, I do so love a stallion who takes his pride above all else, it is far more delicious to break down, don't you agree." Rarity questions more rhetorically than anything else, with a sultry tone she leans down further lifting up my shirt up to my neck and strokes my bare chest.

"Well I--"

My word where cut off again by a firm but soft hoof once again as the mare stifles my speech.

"Save the witty remarks darling, you can talk when I wish you to, for now I have something far more useful for that mouth of yours." Without missing a beat Rarity gives me one last kiss before pushing herself off my chest, pivoting on the spot. My vision becomes obscured by the fashionistas slender back legs the comfortable warm fabric brushes my sides as she moves.

The mare turns around with a wicked smirk as she lifts her tail revealing a pair of moist swollen lips of her own, without a moments hesitation she lowers herself down, firmly pressing her marehood into my face.

All senses are overcome with the spicy scent of her. The aurora of sex muddies my thoughts as I take no more than a second to comply extending my tongue out and around her lips, lapping up the fluids in and around them.

A heated gasp escapes the pony's mouth as she purrs and pushes further against my face. Without the use of my arms it’s difficult to contain the feeling of helplessness, as my only option is to please the mare in front of me. Though I suspect this was some things she was well aware of.

She allows herself a small moment of rest as she takes her lips just far enough from my face panting heavily. I grin evilly as this gave me a chance to take few liberty's with the mare. As she catches her breath I lean forward and bite lightly on one of the puffy lips of her sex eliciting an 'epp' from the alabaster mare on me.

"Why you fiend! Taking advantage like that whilst a lady catches her breath, this slight is not going to go unpunished." She giggles back at me, pushing further than before against my now soaking face, with renewed fervour she rubs up against my face using my nose and outstretched tongue for her own gratification.

I feel a soft tingling above my swollen groin that I could guess was her magic. The hunch was confirmed with the sounds of my belt and trouser buttons coming undone. In no less than a few seconds the mare, somewhat roughly strips me of my trousers and underwear.

"My, my that is something, I dare say this poor thing hasn't seen much attention in quite a while look how hard it is." Rarity coos as I can only imagine the lustful glare she's giving my now painfully stiff erection.

She leans down inhaling the scent deeply as I hear her sighing breath on my pelvis.

"Gods you smell fantastic, but now it is time for your punishment."

Blank my mind is devoid of thought as the mare take no short cuts, but simply wraps her muzzle around the tip of my manhood and plunges deep. the warmth of the mares throat hits like a tropical wave.

T-this is a pp-punishment?!

I can't take the feeling as I push hard against the pillow my head was resting on, leaving the mares glistening flower. The glorious sensitivity that fills my chest from the sensation was testament to the neglect I had done in not affording any time to myself and it was now coming back to bite me.

I tt-think I'm in love...

I let out a gasp of disappointment as the warm leaves my erection. I look up at the mare who is giving me a disapproving stare. Somewhat undermined by the lightly running mascara across her muzzle.

"I don't remember saying you could stop, did I?" She asks rhetorically.

"Sorry Ra-" once again my speech is cut off by the mares flower pushed firmly against me.

The mare moans loudly. "Ah, ah, ah, deviants such as yourself aren't allowed to speak to a lady until after due punishment." The mare moans louder as I work harder and faster pushing my tongue deep inside her pushing past her soft pliable outer lips.

"T-That’s better." She coos once again the mare wraps her muzzle around my sensitive appendage coiling the long smooth equine tongue of her's around the shaft of my cock as she massages it with her mouth.

It doesn't take very long as my tongue flicks and laps up the sensitive walls of her sex the muscles begin to contract hard around my tongue. As a deep guttural moans from her throat sends shivers down my manhood.

She removes her mouth from my own sex as she sit further up right, forcing her lips fully against my face, I continue to try and move my tongue, fighting against the strength of the muscles constricted around it.

"Yes, yes don't you dare stop now, I'm so close I’m soahhh!" The mare screams as her words become noise the sensation of hot sweet liquid is testament to the action, as I do my best to swallow as much of it as I can.

The shriek of the climaxing mare echos thunderously around the room, I was almost afraid that the windows were in danger of smashing as the further I continued to massage her sex with my tongue the higher the octave from the mare sounded as she orgasm continues.

After a moment the moans decline to soft whimpers as the mare falls back down onto my chest, removing her slipping cunt from my face. I let out a much needed gasp for air as I lay my head to the side breathing rapidly along with the mare.

It takes a moment but finally she speaks. "M-my, my you certainly knew what your doing didn't you?"

I open up my mouth to speak but remember the mares demand before, I simply nod again giving her a cocky smirk.

"Ha my the stallion learns fast, but it's still not going to let you off with some light foreplay." She mocks pushing herself up on shaky hooves she looks me deep in the eyes. Her horn glows with magical aura as a simple piece of pink ribbon is levitated into view.

I give the mare a perplexed stare, wondering what that had to do with anything.

"Yes you're probably wondering what it’s for, no don't worry I'm not trying to make you dress up or anything like that, please my properly and well see about that late. But in the meantime this lovely piece of fabric here is going to be the bane of your existence I'm afraid."

Again I don't quite understand what the mare is going on about. That is until I feel the constriction. in a simple motion the mare leverages the string around my swollen painful erect cock tightening it around the base, tight enough that it would make a boa constrictor blush.

"C'est magnifique." she declares kissing her hoof in triumph.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth letting out a primal groan as the pain of the arousal overcomes me. Hearing only the stifled giggle of the mare as I pull against the arm restraints.

"My such a wild beast, It going to be so delicious to tame you." She moans at me her voice thick with lust.

I'm at a loss for words, the caress of her warm fur on my naked form and the warm panting of her breath on my chest, conflicts perfectly with the firm constriction of the fabric.

The mare steps away from me admiring her work she ‘tuts’ to herself in mock thought.

"Hm it is good, but I feel it's lacking somewhat... Ah yes I know what we need."

Without even a second thought I feel my vision go blank quite literally as another piece of fabric comes over my vision it only takes me seconds to see (metaphorically that is) what was going on.

Despite myself my breath quickens as the feeling of claustrophobia send my body into a panic. It was incredibly sexy to be sure, but I hardly knew the mare and now I was totally at her mercy as she takes my sight from me.

My breath quickens further as I take short fire breaths through my nose before I finally I feel a sort gentle hoof caress my cheek.

"Please darling don't worry I'm not going to hurt you, believe me everything here is safe I would only treat you with care, remember this is only a game. If you feel this is too much just say the word 'sunstone' and I'll stop okay?" The soft voice of Rarity coos to me nuzzling my cheek.

I hold my breath feeling the comfort of the touch, before releasing a final calming sigh through my nose, The sensations seem to feel less frightening with the warm deceleration of the mare, no from Rarity. I look up where I assume she was and flash her a light smile giving her the okay to continue.

"There see its perfectly fine, now then we can how do I put it, continue your reform as it were."

She doesn't dwell long as she mare leans her muzzle against my neck licking, kissing and occasionally biting me in different orders as she travelled south. The sensation mixing with the utter blindness left me guessing with each kiss, lick and bite as I could feel a loving wet kiss or a playful nip all across my body.

It was incredibly unusual to feel so utterly helpless but I couldn't kid myself any further it was incredibly pleasing and slowly maddening all at once.

After hours or possibly just minutes for all I could tell, I feel her lean down over my swollen neglected manhood, I hear a click from a bottle opening and a weird substance is placed all over my cock, the sensation was cold but not unpleasant as the slimy substance does much to remove the painfully heat from my erection that tries desperately to push out of the unpleasant feeling of the ribbon.

Without warning Rarity straddles herself over me lining herself up with my essence, the tight hole brushes the tip of the head I can feel the warm but something is off.
"You know I often thought that the best way to travel that road to redemption was to how shall we put it, take the road less travelled by nay?"

What is she talking about, wait did she just quote a Robert Frost poem?

It takes a second but the thought comes to me.

Wait she's not? oh sweet Jesus she is!

I can’t even express in words the tightness as she lowers herself to me, her hole opens gradually constricting around me making the ribbon feel lose by comparison.

The strange and beautiful feeling of her firm hole was truly heavenly as it pushes slowly down on me with no indication of stopping, as she moans and gasps into my ear. I feel her hard nipples push down onto my pelvis but it is a small distraction from her other sex.

I groan grinding my teeth with full force. This was too much I could feel myself try desperately to release and climax then and there but the blasted ribbon was constricting the passage denying my release. It was perhaps the worst torture I had ever endured yet at the same time the act and the lust was intoxicating.

"Ah so much, oh Celestia." The mare heatedly whimpers into my ear biting my ear lobe roughly, as she still continues to force her other sex down on me.

I couldn't help myself, drunk from both the wine and the sensation of it all, I take what liberties I could and thrust myself into her fully, finally feeling her anal entrance at the base of my cock.

The mare screams into my ear pushing herself upright to saddle me, I feel her long luscious mane drape my stomach as it runs along me, What could I do with ribbon still around me there was no chance but to except this and pray for the sweet release of the cuffs so I could have my way with Rarity.

"I, oh you beautiful cruel stallion." Is all she says as she begins to pull herself out of me before slamming down with more gusto. My breath and hers join into a pattern as we become one the loving tightness of her other hole contracts around me as she finds a quickened pase.

I thrust back trying my best to match hers, my hands pull and strain against the restraints around my wrist. I would give all I had at this moment to have the upper hand to pull her down and take her with everything I could. But we both knew that was futile and somewhere in the back of both our minds we couldn't deny that that was what made this so much more than it was.

She continues to moans and twist her form as I feel her soaked cunt leak against me pelvis with each thrust as she pulls a rough cloth covered hoof over to it pushing it roughly into her marehood and grinding it against her swollen lips with each thrust.

I come to realise that she was enjoying the wait as much as I was beginning to. A mare could only release the discomfort of her heat by feeling the seed of another inside her, so doing this was only exacerbating the problem, but oh how sweet the release would be for both of us.

I feel her other hole around me contact further than I thought possible. if it wasn't for the slippery lubricant it would be impossible to move at all. But I push on with no will to stop as I continue to thrust back in again and again into her anal hole.

"I-I think it's time, I can't take any more do it now finish me you've earned your reward." Rarity yells with ragged breath even through the blindfold I see the light of her horn as she shakes from the pleasure .

All at once I feel the restraints from both my hand and manhood slip and fall from me, I grin wickedly, unable to hold back my animalistic lust any further.
Within seconds I rip the blindfold from my eyes grabbing the mare and flinging her into her back as I exit her.

Raritys horn lights up and I feel a tingling on my erection assuming its her magic as I feel the moisture and lubricant dry off of it in some sort of cleaning spell.

"Do it, fill me you filthy stallion." she purrs her eyes the essence of want.

Well, I never could say no to a lady.

I line myself up to her glistening lips and greedily lunge forward to kiss the fashionista, pushing myself in the moment we wrap our tongues together wrestling them against each other with force.

I don't even think, I couldn’t, I simply push myself deep into her. Feeling the tip of myself hit the very entrance of her womb as the base of her lips slam into my pelvis.
Rarity moans loudly into the kiss pulling away and wrapping herself around me with all four appendages. The warm loving panting of her breath hits my neck as she kisses and licks it repeatedly.

I want to take my time I really do, but I wasn't going to last at all. My mind is only thinking with one simple drive and I couldn't stop myself from pushing in and out of her enjoying the intense heat of her rippling walls that contract and soak my manhood.

"Darling please I can't wait any longer, I can't you need, ahh please." She holds my head in line hers looking at me with pleading eyes.

I can't hold back anymore staring into those deep sapphire eyes, pushing my head down against hers leaning my forehead against her horn it only takes a few more thrusts until I finally receive my reward.

As the first bout of cum leaves my cock I feel the mare around me lock into place as she begins to almost violent shake, her ecstasy is realised in one long high pitched squeal that fades into a silent scream as she can't even muster the control to scream.

I growl furiously as I feel more and more of my seed leave me and fill her womb, a wave of hot sickly fluid splash against the base of my cock and body from the mare herself, but it does little to slow my final thrusts.

It takes a full minute for me to come to as the greatest high I have felt in my life wraps my body, but eventually it begins to subside in favour of a tired loving warm as I fall next to the mare who is still shaking in my embrace.

The sounds of ragged breath fills the room along with the heavy spicy and sweaty aroma of sex. I push myself off the mare and lay beside her holding her in my embrace as she slowly comes to nuzzling weakly into my neck.

"*pant* Sunstone. *pant*" I declare weakly.

The mare still catching her breath looks weakly up with confusion before she giggling lightly. "Yes *pant* Sunstone *pant* indeed. That was everything I need *pant* and so much more."

"So" I say kissing the mare softly on the lips before laying my head next to hers in the pillow. "Apology accepted?"

Rarity smirks at that but looks at me with sadness in her eyes. "Yes, of course, I was never truly angry at all. If that was your idea of being misogynistic then I think you need help my dear, because that was the sweetest thing anypony has ever yelled at me across the street." She chuckles and so do I but I still feel the reservation in her voice.

"Rarity are you alright, I didn't do anything wrong did I?"

She looks up at me with a slight shock shaking her head weakly. "Oh course not darling, it’s just that well you’re a sweet stallion and now that I've accepted your apology and all that, you and I have no real need to see each other again...unfortunately. " she finishes weakly looking down at my chest.

I sigh shaking my head and pulling her up again to meet my gaze giving her a more loving kiss on the lips before gently pulling away. A funny thought comes to mind.
"Well if it ment meeting you again I suppose I could get myself back in trouble, say tomorrow? around one pm during my break, I mean if a mare as beautiful as yourself just so happened to be walking past at that time I don't think I could help myself." I finish smiling down at the gorgeous girl in my arms.

Rarity smirks up at me wrapping her hooves firmly around me. "Well whoever that mare would be, I imagine she would be so angry with you that she would have to go in and instruct the stallions supervisor that the only way to make it up to her would be to acompany her to a Le-po-de-ny on that very same day, say around seven pm... and he would have to dress smartly of course."

I can't help but grin at that leaning down and giving the mare another bout of kisses as she snuggled further in my embraces.
"Yes that unlucky stallion would love that I'm sure, though he would need a suit... and directions."

Rarity only giggles lightly shaking her head as she closes her eyes and leans against my chest, nuzzling it lightly as I wrap my arms around her, and letting my exhausted body finally rest, snuggling in the bed with the most content grin I think I've ever experienced.

That truly was a long day...