Living in Equestria

"Well that's great!" I cried, throwing a hand up in frustration. "Perfect! Just what I needed... I try and help a guy out and now I've gotta wander around Equestria looking for a girl dragon!"

Scootaloo rolled along on the Mark V beside me, giving a small laugh at my outburst. "I'm sure our friends will know what to do, we can ask them tomorrow when they're all at the farm!"

"Yeah..." I said, kicking a rock down the path ahead of us. "Discord said we had some time so I'm not going to worry about it right now. I mean seriously... I'd rather deal with what we've got going on before trying to get that little horny toad laid..."

"And I've never even seen a girl dragon before! What did Discord call em? A Dragoness?" asked Scootaloo.

"Yeah."

"There was a big dragon migration not too long ago... a few years maybe? I don't remember exactly. Rainbow Dash got mixed up in it somehow, but she said there were only boy dragons there."

"Hopefully wherever they are, girls aren't too far away. Does anypony even know where dragons are?"

"Prolly Twilight... If she doesn't then I'm sure she can ask Celestia!"

We were already nearing Sugarcube corner and soon we were pushing through the door and into the sweet, scented interior. There were only two ponies were inside, both gathered around a familiar looking table that I hadn't noticed last time I was here. Pinkie Pie was standing next to a small brown colt with a green propeller hat on that looked to be about the same size or age as Scootaloo. He was playing a very normal looking pinball game while the other watched closely, her blue eyes tracking the little silver ball like a cat tracking the end of a dangling string. They didn't look around as we approached, both ponies were focused completely on the game and I noticed that the colt's mark on his flank looked like a large red button, similar to the ones on the sides of the table that he slapped with expert timing.

"Hey Pink-" Scootaloo started to greet the pink mare.

"Shh! Button Mash is winning..." she said quickly. Scootaloo took it all in stride, not batting an eye at being shushed by her.

"What's the score, Mash?" Scootaloo asked the brown colt.

"Two to nothing... Pinkie hasn't won yet." he replied in a calm, young voice, his golden eyes never leaving the table's surface.

"I think it's magic..." Pinkie's focus redoubled on the quickly moving silver ball.

"It's not! I've told you a thousand times, Pinkie. The table is magic proof!" Button Mash protested.

"Ah ha!" Pinkie broke her stare and fixed her accusing eyes on him with a hoof pointing at Button Mash's face. "If the table is magic proof then somepony had to cast a spell on the table to make it magic proof and if somepony can cast a spell on the table then it isn't magic proof, is it!" her voice had grown more accusatory and loud as her statement wore on and now she panted, chest heaving with deep, intense breaths.

Button Mash looked up at Pinkie, clearly exasperated by the whole idea. He regarded her coolly with a flat expression and then smacked the red button on the side once, not looking down at the machine. The silver ball raced up the inside of the game and socked home into a tight pocket near the back of the playing field, causing the machine to erupt in a chaotic celebration of victory.

"Then why do you ask me to play you all the time if you think I'm cheating!?" he said calmly, climbing down from the bench in front of the table.

"Play? Ha! Silly, colt." Pinkie's voice was happy again. "I don't really like to play, I just wanna watch the ball zip around inside 'cause it's just so neat!" her face broke out in a ridiculous grin. It might have just been in my head, but I swore that toothy grin made a high pitched 'squee' sound when it spread on her face.

Button Mash shrugged and turned towards Scootaloo and I. "Hey, I saw you guys on the sing along stage yesterday, didn't I? Did Sweetie Belle really get her cutie mark then like I heard about?" he asked with a friendly grin.

"Yeah, she did! I'm Mason, by the way. You're pretty good at that." I nodded towards the pinball table.

"You're the human, right?" his head twisted up with the question, the propeller on his hat never slowing. "Do they have pinball where you're from?"

"Yep! I played it all the time... people said I was pretty good at it, too" This was true. I'd spent hours at the arcade holding a table against challengers for hours at a time.

Button Mash's eyes narrowed dangerously with a wicked smile. "Prove it..."

I shrugged, "Alright... let me play once to learn the table though." I said, sliding the pony bench out of the way and stepping up to the end of the machine.

"Sure, be my guest!" he hopped up beside me to watch.

It was a normal game from what I could tell and it would have fit right at home in the arcade near my house. It was themed around casting spells, with each special event adding another spell to your book. You would cast all the spells you'd accumulated when you managed to lock three balls in the tight pocket near the top that only opened when you completed hitting indicated spots on the playing field. I did pretty well on my practice run and Button Mash watched eagerly as my score soared higher and higher with each ball.

"You are pretty good at it! This is gonna be fun!" his brown face lit up with excitement when my final ball slipped by the paddles, ending my game and starting the contest.

We took turns playing and five rounds later I was on my last ball, watching my score climb steadily towards Button Mash's final run. We had gone best three out of five, using our final scores to determine the winner of each set. Mash was damn good and only luck had kept me in the contest this far to set the score at two wins each. It was down to the final match to determine the winner and his last round had been a good one.

Twice I'd had to bop Pinkie Pie on the head when her hoof had darted out onto the table top like she was trying to catch the ball under the clear surface... she really was acting like a cat watching the little silver ball race around and forgetting herself occasionally. Each time she would pull back with a sheepish apology and a shrug while Scootaloo patiently watched with amusement at how intense the game had become.

"Come on, Mason! You're almost there!!" she cheered.

"Nah! He's never gonna beat me! He only has two spells in his book!" Button Mash shot back.

"Make that three!" she countered seconds later when the board lit up with the third spell I'd been working on. Now all I had to do was open the trap and get three balls in it before I lost my last one down the center pocket below the paddles.

"No way!" Mash cried in dismay after the trap opened and I got my first ball socked into the hole behind it, causing the second one to launch into the playing field.

"I got you, Mash!" I smiled, trying to keep my concentration on the game as much as possible. "All I gotta do is -"

My stomach dropped as the silver ball shot down the center with lightening speed from a bad hit against a power bumper. There was nothing I could do as it perfectly split the distance between the ends of the useless red paddles, ending my run on his high score.

"Aww!" Scootaloo's ears dropped.

"Yes!" Button Mash shot a hoof over his head in victory. "I win again!" he cheered.

I let out a breath of disappointment, but still thought I'd done really well. There was nothing to feel bad about and I offered my hand in to give him a congratulatory shake with his brown hoof.

"Nice game, Mash." I smiled at the little brown guy.

He socked his hoof in my hand and gave it an enthusiastic pump. "Hey, you're great! You wanna do another round? Nopony has ever done that well against me." he smiled genuinely.

"Sure!"

"Uuuh...We gotta get going, guys." Scootaloo came to my side and bumped my thigh with her flank, giving me a meaningful look. "We still gotta see everypony else, don't forget."

"Oh.. yeah." If I had my own pony ears, they would have drooped against my head in disappointment... I really did want to play him again.

"Ehh, I'm always here. Come back when you can!" he shrugged and then gave me a friendly wave as Scoots and I left through the front door.

"Dang Mason... You're pretty good if you can keep up with Button Mash!" Scootaloo smiled up at me as we moved out into the street, the small pegasus riding her scooter again. "And playing games is his special talent!"

"Yeah? That was fun! I'm gonna have to challenge him to a rematch for sure."

We moved towards Rarity's boutique in a comfortable silence for a block or so before Scoots slammed her back leg down, stopping the scooter and looking at me dumbfounded, her mouth agape.

"Aww Buck! We forgot to tell Pinkie about tomorrow!" she cried.

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It was well after dark that night before my hand touched the door handle of my room at the farm. It had taken me ages to find Rainbow Dash up in the clouds, flying from place to place asking around if anypony had seen her. By the time I did eventually locate the pegasus to invite her down to the barn, the sun was already setting behind the mountains far to the west. I'd come back to a darkened house, all the ponies who lived here with me seemingly gone to bed and when I opened the door to the room I shared with Scoots and Apple Bloom, I found them both laying next to each other, wide grins on their faces as they blinked at me.

"Heh... This isn't your room tonight, just so you know!" Scootaloo smirked.

"What? What are you talking about, Puffball..." I played along with her, sensing the playful mood she was in.

"Somepony is waiting for you in tha guest room... she really wants ta see you about something." Apple Bloom said and shared a snicker with Scootaloo.

My head popped out of the doorway and looked down the hall at the closed door of the spare bedroom before turning back to them. "Who is it?"

"You'll see... Just try not ta wake everypony up, alright? I think she's feeling feisty..." again came the girlish giggles from the two young mares in the bed together.

"You guys are killing me..." I muttered, catching on to what the night had in store for me. I had to admit... I was kind of ready for a night of fun and probably would have pestered one or both of the girls anyways. I moved into the room and nuzzled the two ponies in a warm hello, Scootaloo grabbing me roughly in a kiss before I left. Closing their door behind me, I moved down the hall and opened the guest bedroom door slowly.

"Hello?" I said cautiously.

It was pitch black inside, something that was odd given the usual bright moonlight that streamed through the thin curtain over the window. I could smell somepony in here though, a mix of the earthy rich scent of pony fur and a little musk.

"Come in... close the door." a voice said. It sounded like Sweetie Belle but much more demure than I'd ever heard her before.

"Sweetie?" I asked the darkness.

"Hurry..."

My heart sped up a little as I moved into the inky curtain and shut the door behind, plunging me into a total sightless void. Instantly I felt hooves grabbing me, whirling me across the room and the bed kicked my furry legs out from under me. I landed on my back, disoriented at first and then confused when a small pony's weight landed on top of me, a muzzle nipping at my neck urgently.

"Sweetie??"

"I told ya I owe you for yesterday..." the voice pulled back from my neck and a yellow spark flared above my head. Several candles around the room jumped into life, bathing the room in a flickering glow.

Sweetie Belle looked down at me from above, her two-toned pink and purple mane was straightened, dangling around my vision and giving her a wild and untamed look that was only magnified by the incredibly sultry look on her face. I'd never seen her like this before and part of me responded immediately under the weight of her flank pressed against my crotch.

"I'm not sure what's gonna happen... so you better be ready for anything." she whispered and then pressed her muzzle against my lips, her tongue already seeking entrance to my mouth. This was so unlike her usual shy demeanor that I wondered if she'd gotten into the cider tonight.

"What's with you?" I asked once she'd broken off the kiss. "You're like a crazy version of Sweetie Belle..." The words had a dramatic effect on her. She pulled back with a worried look on her face, losing the heat in her eyes.

"Aww..." she looked dejected. "You don't like it?"

"It's not that Sweetie, It's not like you... that's all." I put my hand gently on her cheek above me and she leaned her white face into it, closing her eyes at my touch.

"It's just that...you made me feel different in my room that one day when... you know..." she said quietly. "It was like what we were doing turned me into some other pony. Somepony who was..." she trailed off, her green eyes opening while she searched for the right word. "...naughty." she said finally, her cheeks flaring red in the candle light and she looked at me pleadingly. "I wanna be that way again... Can I be the crazy me with you?"

"You gonna bite?" I smiled up at her playfully.

"Mmhmm..." she nodded.

"Just don't leave any marks..."

A devilish smile curled the corners of her muzzle. "I'll leave whatever I want..." she said just before her hooves drove my arms down, pinning me on the bed under her.

She devoured me. I don't know how else to explain the frantic pressing of lips and tongues mixed with teeth on my bottom lip that left the irony taste blood tinting the saliva we shared. Sweetie Belle quickly descended into the role of a mistress in the blink of an eye, commanding my body to perform in whatever manner she chose.

When she flopped on her back beside me with her back legs splayed in a raunchy pose, her voice left little room for dissent. "I wanna feel what it's like... when somepony uses their muzzle on me... hurry up!" she panted.

Wiping her spit and a little blood from my lip, I rolled over, letting my knees hit the ground next to the bed. Reaching up along her body, I grabbed her front legs and used them to pull her flank to the edge of the bed, sliding her tail and pink slit to my face. It was an amazingly erotic sight. Her white belly heaving from excitement while she looked down the length of her body at me with burning green eyes filled with arousal, little specks of gold candle flame reflected back at me in them.

I took a moment to run my hands up and then back down her exposed chest, sliding them over her soft teats that swelled just before the matted clump of pink hair began above her glands. Using both thumbs, I parted the puffy folds of her slit and gazed into the pink inner flesh of a young mare's desire. The smell of her body was powerful, the wet lips of her slit only inches from my nose and I inhaled deeply her sweet, acrid odor before lowering my lips to kiss them. Sweetie Belle's whole body shuddered when I made contact, my nose buried deep in the tuft of light pink hair above her folds.

"Ye-ah..." she breathed, swiveling her hips up to me.

Rooting around in her lower lips with my tongue, my hands came up and around her back legs to feel the two globes of her teats just above my head. I found the hardened nubs and began rolling them between my fingers, giving a pinch occasionally that elicited a squeak of pleasure from her. When my lips found the nub of her clit, she cried out in wild arousal and locked her back legs around my head.

"Try biting it..." she moaned.

I followed her instruction, using my tongue to help get the slick little bean between my teeth before clamping down gently. I had a moment of deja vu when a front hoof of hers knocked painfully against my head, letting me know I was doing it wrong.

"No! Harder... bite it ha- AAAA!" she arched her back and cut her words off when I clamped down forcefully on her nub, pinching her nipples between my fingers tightly at the same time to emphasize my point.

She came almost immediately and I had to pull back to keep from drowning in the rush of fluid that coated my face, angling my head up to keep contact against her pulsing clit while she thrashed through her orgasm. Her lower half bucked hard up against my mouth several times before she calmed down again, her rear half still gyrating slightly from the fire not quite extinguished inside her.

"Not... fair..." she panted. "I wasn't ready yet..."

I extracted myself from her twitching rear legs, wiping the copious amounts of juice from my face as I went. "Not my fault..." I smiled at her.

She looked up at me with mischievous eyes that were still recovering. "Yes it is... How come you still have clothes on?" her question was almost silly in it's puzzled tone.

"Cause somepony hasn't told me to take them off yet?" I played along with her demeanor.

"Diva Belle says take off your clothes..." she growled and rolled around to her belly, her new cutie mark standing out against the white fur of her coat before she stood on the bed, eye level with me.

"Diva?" I laughed a little.

"Yeah! you gotta problem with that!" she snarled playfully and gripped my shirt in her hoof, pulling me close to her face with an evil grin.

"No, ma'am!" I snapped dutifully at her. This was an interesting game we were playing... and she was the last pony I'd expect it from.

"Then get to it!" she gave me a gentle push.

My clothes melted off my body even with managing a couple of stiff wings and I stood there naked in front of her appraising white face while she looked me over thoroughly. Her green eyes fixed on my rigid cock that stood up at full attention and her eyes betrayed the confidant swagger she'd been role playing with. Her new character fell away, replaced by the Sweetie Belle I knew again.

"Woah, Scootaloo said it had gotten bigger but...." she said in a small voice and stared at my throbbing member, her cheeks suddenly burning red again.

"What's the matter, Diva Belle? You having second thoughts now?" I smirked at her.

Her eyes came back to mine and she tried to force herself back into her role-play but she couldn't quite do it, the sight of me naked had knocked it out of her for the moment.

"I- no..." she bolstered and then her eyes drifted down again. "It just... oh wow..." she blew out a breath.

I couldn't help but feel intense love at her innocent reaction, I grabbed the small unicorn and fell on the bed, pulling her with me into an embrace on the soft mattress. She was herself again for a while, putting her exploration of her new sexual personality on hold for the time being. Her hoof slid between us as we kissed, feeling the length of my shaft for a moment before pulling away.

"Scootaloo and Apple Bloom both did it with this?" she looked up at me with a worried expression.

"Yeah, we can go slow..." my finger traced her jawline gently.

She nodded and then pushed me onto my back with her hooves before sliding down to look at my penis closely, carefully avoiding pinching the feathers on my cumbersome wings. Her horn flared to life with a white glow that brightened the room a split second before I felt an invisible, soft warmth surround my shaft, tugging it upright and pulling it close to her muzzle.

"It smells kinda sexy..." she looked at me for approval before sticking her tongue out and licking up the length of the underside, catching the slick moisture of precum that had coated it there. Her warm breath and soft tongue send shivers of pleasure through me and I let out a small moan. When she realized it didn't taste bad, she smiled.

"Apple Bloom said you like that..."

"Yeah..."

"C- can I try using my mouth?"

"If you want..."

She focused on the bright red end with both eyes before opening her mouth ridiculously wide, moving her whole head over the top of it. It was clumsy and I sucked in a painful 'Ssss!" when her teeth scraped along the sensitive ridge below the head. Sweetie quickly pulled back in alarm, her horn dousing it's light, causing my dick to slap back against my body.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" her high pitched voice cried out in shock, her white ears had pressed flat against her head in embarrassment.

"It's alright... teeth don't feel very good, that's all."

"I knew it... I suck at this." came her sweet, dejected voice again.

I put my hand on the back of her head, gently stroking the base of one of her small white ears with my thumb. "At least you know what you don't suck at... you got your cutie mark." I said reassuringly.

She didn't say anything, her green eyes only sparkled with affection when she turned her head to give me a loving look that told me everything was better again.

"Maybe we should just skip this part..." she said quietly and slid up along my body to lay on top of me.

"If that's what Diva Belle wants..." I whispered to her when she got her lips inches from mine. We kissed, but this time it was passionate, burning with the bonds we shared that had only gotten stronger from the events over the last couple of days.

Just like with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo's first time with my new equipment, we had to take things slow at first. Sweetie Belle took the lead by sitting upright with her flank on my upper thighs, rubbing my cock with her hooves against the soft white fur of her belly and teats.

"I can't believe this fits..." she said looking at how far up it reached along her body.

"It does..."

She took a deep breath, raised her lower half up slightly before tensing and sitting down again, a look of concern on her face.

"Listen... It's really cool, you know, you and Scoots having a foal. I just... I don't wanna..."

"I know..." I nodded, sliding my hands along the top half of her rear legs. "You won't."

She relaxed and gave my penis another slightly nervous look before raising up again, this time high enough to slip the head of my cock below her and I could feel the incredible heat from inside her body when the bulbous head pushed between those two wet folds under the pink fur of her mound. Once she'd lined things up, Sweetie let her weight drop and squealed when the head pushed past her opening, sinking into her one slow, stretching inch at a time. It took a while and her strength gave out before she managed to get me fully inside her tight, heated passage.

"Oh my gosh..." she panted when I was about halfway in. "I can't hold myself up anymore..." and then she fell forward, my cock slipping out of the boiling insides they'd been soaking in for the last minute or two.

I let her lay there breathing for a moment while her back legs, the ones that had been holding her in that awkward squatting position for too long, trembled against my sides. When she'd recovered, I held her tight against me and rolled her over on her back so I was the one on top now, positioned already between her legs.

"Is this alright, Diva Belle?" I said with a smirk.

She let out a small, girlish giggle as she looked up at me. "Yeah..."

We started again, this time with me providing the gentle but firm pressure against her tight hole. It worked out much better this way and without too much effort, I sank completely inside the small white unicorn underneath me, her front hooves hung limply in the air with her eyes closed in the wild sea of her mane beneath her head.

"I- I can feel you with my whole body... its so warm..." she breathed.

"Yeah?"

She nodded and then opened her green eyes. "Turn me into Diva Belle, Mason..." she breathed. "I wanna be her for a little while..."

I started slow, sawing my cock through her folds and into her tight sex, letting her get used to the sensation for a while before picking up the pace. Within minutes, I was slapping my pelvis against her plot and hitting the back wall inside her tunnel with each stroke. Somewhere during this time, Sweetie Belle changed. Her eyes burned again with an inner glow of passion that signaled the arrival of the deviant living inside.

"Is that all you got? You're pathetic!" she barked suddenly at me, a hoof smacking me on the chest.

I was so caught off guard that I missed a stroke, pausing to look at her for a split second.

"Don't stop! Did I say you could stop?!" her green eyes narrowed dangerously.

"As you wish, Diva..." I panted and began to slam my cock home with renewed effort. She moaned her approval and gritted her teeth through my hard thrusts, each one already sending me towards the inevitable end.

"You... Better... Not... Finish... Yet!" she grunted with each slapping impact of our bodies.

"Or what?" I shot back at her, a bead of sweat fell from my nose and landed on her lips. She quickly snaked her tongue out and tasted it before answering.

"Or you're... Gonna be... Sorry!" her grunts became louder. "Harder!"

She gave a very Sweetie Belle like squeal when I began to slam against her as hard as I could, driving my cock into her molten tunnel relentlessly and causing her eyes to squint shut. My own eyes began to close as my consciousness drifted below my waist, feeling the rising cum begin to travel through my balls but I was quickly brought back to reality by a searing pain on my chest. My eyes flew open and saw that Sweetie had clamped her muzzle on my nipple, biting with fierce intensity at the same time her muscles surrounding my shaft began to squeeze tightly, flooding with another round of her juices.

The pain mixed with pleasure combined to form an erotic mix of sensations that quickly drove me towards the edge and I barely remembered to pull my cock out of her before it blasted off, ripping my nipple from her mouth as I did with a sharp flare of intense pain that I barely felt. I didn't even have time to grab my shaft for a final pump before it was launching it's first sticky white glob onto the folds of her sex. Getting to my knees, I finished my orgasm all over her belly and teats before collapsing onto her in a breathless, slippery mess.

"The Diva... is pleased." I heard her say in a satisfied voice and her hoof stroked the back of my head.

The pain on my left breast stabbed at me once the protective glow of my orgasm subsided, causing me to wince with pain when I sat back on my heels. I looked down and in the yellow glow of the candle light, I saw blood running from the sensitive skin around the hard eraser of my nipple. Red dots stained Sweetie's coat from where I had laid for a few moments and she jumped up as if she had been shocked when her eyes followed my own down to the bloody smear on my chest.

"Oh no!!! Mason, I'm so sorry!" she cried in dismay.

"Shit..." I pressed my hand against the torn flesh, trying to stop the slow but steady flow of blood from there.

"Hold on... Umm, I know this one..." she trotted in place on the bed in panic, her small voice filled with worry. "Lemmi think for a second..."

Her green eyes stared down at the bed as if there were words written there she was reading. "Got it!" she cried suddenly. "Move your hand!"

"What?"

"Move your hand, dummy or I can't cast the spell!" she said, irritated.

I pulled my hand away and watched as Sweetie Belle's horn flared up with a blue light. I recognized it from all the times Twilight and Celestia had healed me but from Sweetie, the light was much dimmer... as if she wasn't quite sure about what she was doing. Her face scrunched up in concentration and the light intensified, causing the pain around my nipple to lessen slightly. She kept at it and the sharp discomfort eventually faded along with the blood while I watched in wonder as the flesh torn from her bite mended itself back together right before my eyes. The light of her horn flickered and then went out, Sweetie collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.

"Diva Belle is in sooo much trouble... " she muttered.

I smiled at her and gathered the little white pony up in my arms, getting us situated on the bed properly before settling her into my arms. She blinked up at me with green eyes in happy content, closing them when I couldn't resist running a finger along the hard bony surface of her horn, causing her to sigh at the sensation. I kept up my gentle strokes along the small white spire attached to her forehead and when her breath began to come in slow, even draws, I finally shut my own eyes against her peaceful, smiling face.