Gold Finger's Hotel

Chapters

Gold Finger to be.
A very messy job interview.
First Reservations

Gold Finger to be.

Gold Finger’s Hotel

Chapter 1: Gold fingers to be.

You know that feeling? That dread of a low end job? The sorrow of being a nobody? Oh yea, call me an asshole if you want, but once you have been riding the high tide for the whole duration of your damn life, only to find yourself falling down hard and fast, the crash is quite a freaking shock. I know most of you would not understand, but look at it from my perspective for a moment.

He is manly, he is handsome, he is young, he has freaking raven hair, red eyes, a muscular build, one meter eighty seven centimeters of height, an impressive jawline and all the freaking charm! Who is he?! Rodolfo de la Vega! Heck yes!

…

Okay, look, maybe I was not the most important guy, but it is true that I wasn’t exactly your common bloke. Those red eyes? Completely true, and without albinism too, with an added bonus of better eyesight than what I should have and a pretty good night vision, so I wasn’t going to complain. I was a big guy when I was born and I kept the trend, not only having a wide back but also a metabolism that basically encourages my body to build a lot of muscle mass. It seems to be some kind of medical condition that common animals show MUCH more than humans, I mean, there is a photo of a female dog that looks like it can rip the throat off of Hercules with no sweat with how muscular she is!

As far as those two things are concerned I am a bit of a mutant, or at least an anomaly, or maybe a superior specimen of human, which is my favorite. Whether I am really special and good beyond the normal scope or things or not I don’t really know, but what I know is that I am not your average Joe when it comes to a few things. Hell, I need to eat double, if not triple, what a normal person has to, otherwise I am pretty much screwed, so don’t think that these advantages come cheap.

Now, as far as charm goes? I suppose that is not exactly inherently MINE as much as I was a suave asshole and a bit of a douchebag because I had cash. Why am I telling you this? Because once I found myself in this situation I also found out that I had lost my balls. I mean, yeah, I have pretty sick black hair, and I don’t even need to comb it to keep it nice and in place, it probably helps that it never grew too long, giving quite the stylish look without doing jack to keep it. Not only is my hair ‘fabulous’ and a firm, but I have, or had, a suave expression always plastered in my face, and that probably helps, alongside that manly jawline of mine, though I think that is there just because I am built like a tank by default. But charm? That one probably blew away with everything else.

Let’s get into the meat of this, that way it will be fair for you too, okay? Okay.

I fucked up, and ironically it wasn’t that big of a fuckup when you think about it after the fact.

So step by step: I am twenty three years old, I have gone to the best colleges, I have been with the cream of the cream and I have done nothing wrong, ever, at least no more than any other normal person. I know a lot of people say that peer pressure is something strong, more so in the higher echelons, but I never gave a fuck. Why? Because why should I? I had fun, I teased the ladies, I got what I wanted and I had decent grades without cheating, though I have to say that I am not as mentally strong as I am more a physical man, even if in the past I would’ve boasted my ass out. Really, there was not much sense to boasting now that I felt like crap, but yes: Boasting WAS something I did a lot of before this.

‘But’, you’ll say, ‘how could I be feeling like shit if I had everything and I never did anything wrong?’. WELL! Let me tell you that NOT doing anything wrong EVER only means that you didn’t do shit UNTIL you actually did it, which means that EVER basically translates to that oh so beautiful phrase that many of us have read or heard so many times.

‘It was not until that fateful day…’

In case you don’t know about it, which probably is fucking impossible, the internet is a thing. You can visit anywhere in the internet, see anything, and get your rocks off doing exactly the same thing: Anything. I could play games, watch porn or art, read or whatever I wanted. Everyone has kinks, secret hobbies or they do something between closed doors that others don’t like. For example, here, let me give you a scoop on my brother Mortimer: Big dude, bigger than me, has the same condition as I, he is going to be a great football player… and he loves Barbies, to the point that he cosplays as her boyfriend when he thinks nobody's looking.

I swear I am not making that shit up.

Anyway, as you may imagine, most common people don’t give a crap if someone else likes X or Y as far as it doesn’t hurt others or it is not too… let’s leave this part to the imagination mmkay? I mean it too: One of my few REAL buddies was what my family calls a nobody, heck, I was a bit of an ass and said the same thing to him a few times (I never said I was that good of a person before I got this heavy duty spanking mind you), but he didn’t gave a fuck. Most people just don’t care about your fantasies since they are used to that crap by now.

He was very open with everything he liked or didn’t like too, and he avoided those topics that got others in a bad mood and he made it clear that if someone wanted to know about something he would tell, but if they didn’t like it he would just shrug and keep doing it. Heck, his friends knew he loves BDSM, latex, and is a submissive guy to the core, and if someone disliked that, then the conversation between the two never happened again when it came to such topics. True, they give him some crap, but that is what friends usually do to jab at others just for some fun. No, if people with money and power let that slip? Oh man, that would be a SHIT STORM and you would end up ridiculed and shamed in public faster than you can blink so someone else can move on your turf or simply fuck your life up to get rid of part of your influence if nothing else.

So, what happens when a portal to a different world is found hmmm? You probably think that is awesome as all get together I bet, and we all did too… until we found out that the new world had been connected to another one a few months beforehand. This new world? Some called it Equus, but for humans it translated mostly to Equis, the same as the language that almost every sentient (and there is a lot) creature in that world uses.

What is the predominant species of that world? Ponies.

I kid you not: Multicolor fucking ponies. Usually as tall as one meter in height, with around seventy five centimeters as the smallest for most adults, while some can reach one meter fifty at best. These little guys are around seventy five to ninety percent female, which seems to be a trend for most evolved creatures of their world. They do not use technology extensively, and while it is in part because they don’t have the know how, it is also because their world uses magic, and magic seems to say ‘Fuck you’ to highly advanced technology if it harms the planet. In exchange for this ‘lack’ in advancement magic permeates their bodies and gives them extreme longevity (comparatively speaking), regenerating resources (From coal to gold, gems and the like) and many other humbling powers that humans can only dream of.

Oh, also, their leaders are the apex of their species, the highlight of their evolution: Fucking alicorns. This means that they have the strength of an Earth Pony (‘Normal’ ponies that have strength that roughly equals the strength of a human with my condition, or probably more, most probably more), the agility and capability of flight of a pegasus (I shit you not, there are pegasy out there), and, of course, the magic skill of an unicorn (once again, no shitting done). They are also immortal as far as everyone knows and have capabilities that range from moving the sun and moon of their world, manipulating emotions such as love, or firing the death star beam from the tip of their horn.

You probably don’t want to know how humanity found about that, but let’s say no one was hurt. The moon did get a facelift though and now ponies are on everyone’s minds when they look up during the night.

Ponies, and most, if not all, of the species of this world have the opposite approach to most things when compared to humanity. This means they are usually (yes, only usually) friendly, open to new things and quite ready to accept people’s differences… sadly, that also goes with a big problem that humans have, only upped to eleven: Herd mentality.

You want to argue that humans don’t have such a thing? Let me say this: If a single guy shows balls of steel and faces off against a fucking demon from hell, you’ll see a lot other people do the same thing because THAT ONE BIG BALLED DUDE went first. If someone runs though, most others will do the same, which has been proven many times in history and will be proven ad nauseum.

For ponies that means that if someone thinks of you a monster, then mostly everyone else around that one pony will do the same. Luckily for us, after we were done making asses of ourselves (I do not mean ass as in the species, they are also sentient and quite intelligent in Equis), we had the princesses’ attention first, instead of the rest of the ponies, or this would’ve gone to hell quite quickly. Instead of that, we all made friends (after we got wiped good) and thanks to this new relationship magic poured to Earth with ease, giving us a much greater lifespan, those regenerating resources and it also allowed our world to slowly mend itself after we fucked it so much. Of course much of our technology had to be retrofitted to work with mana crystals in conjunction with electricity, but it wasn’t that big a deal as many want to believe.

This, to most of humanity, meant change, and change, for humanity, is not good. It also meant that humanity had been giving a world wide spanking when Celestia decided that our leaders had overstepped their bounds with some of their declarations (we wanted to do like the Romans and basically own their asses. Some politicians should never be allowed to be such a thing.), and the ‘defacing’ of our moon was an offense to humanity as a whole, you know, because we were totes justified when we told the ponies that we were going to be the ones in charge just because we had guns.

You know, because helping us understand magic, giving us longer lifespan, healing cancer and most other illnesses and many, many, many other advantages that came from them allowing magic to permeate Earth was oh so fucking horrible a thing, you don’t even know.

Anyway, you probably see where I am going.

The OH SO TERRIBLE thing I did was to defend the ponies.

You know, ‘cos they are cute and shit…

And…

Well…

I had bad luck okay? I did something with someone, something I shouldn’t have done, and I got sick. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, she knew we shouldn’t have done it, she was married, I knew it, we fucked up, and somewhere in the middle of that night one of us, I don’t know which, managed to get a little germ that would’ve messed us up if it wasn’t because of the ponies. It was quickly swept under the rug though, and thankfully the ponies happened mere days afterwards, so you can see why I would be grateful to them.

Ironically enough, the one to send me to the deepest part of this abyss was the one woman I had done the nasty with. She knew we owed our asses to those little guys and she still found herself feeling so high and mighty that I was nothing more than a worm to her, in fact she told me, haughty and feeling confident, that this was her revenge for what I had done. What I had done? BITCH! We did it together, so if you want to fuck with me, you get fucked too. So, what did I do after that?

Two things, and the first one was pleasing as all hell: I had recorded our encounter, mostly for bragging rights, but now it wasn’t even blackmail. I sent it to her husband and let the fireworks illuminate the beautiful night sky when they went at each other’s throats the day after. Such beautiful music.

The second thing wasn’t as pleasing, because I was all but assaulted by my family as a whole (Except my brother, best bro that ever was and ever will be, so don’t give him shit about the Barbie thing, okay?). I was insulted and humiliated because I thought of ‘animals’ as our betters or equals, and of course I was supposed to be ashamed because I was an adulterer (And, to tell the truth, that wasn’t my first time doing it, so I was supposed to feel even worse.), them I was publicly shamed for oh so many other things that I don’t have the patience to tell you all of them.

Now, I am not complaining, and no, I don’t consider adultery a ‘bad thing’. Marriage is one thing made by humans for some reason that I have never understood; we could either have multiple mates (both men AND women) or not and it would not matter all that much, but someone at some point said ‘We have to do it like this! Because it is wrong otherwise!’ and everyone nodded in agreement. People are skittish like that, but it is still the same thing with gay people or those that change their sex. So no, I didn’t consider what I did something wrong, it just doesn’t conform to the norm that every single person in the world seems to agree on for some fucking reason.

Anyway, long story short: I was kicked out of my home and the word spread that I was a sympathizer of the little equines. The more proactive people encouraged me, heck, I got some recognition by some important guys, but let’s be honest here: Most people still crapped their pants when they thought about Celestia or any of the other princesses. Heck, most people didn’t even want to find themselves alone with any kind of pony because most of our technology had adapted well, but as far as weapons go? Back to swords and bows, conquer me that castle! Yeah, that and public transportation that wasn’t efficient or clean didn’t seem to work anymore, and Princess Twilight assured us that this was so because magic itself was a living thing and didn’t want us harming our world since it was already pretty much screwed for the time being.

I think she also said something about someone named Discord back then, but Princess Cadance made sure to shush her, so it was probably something no one should question.

But yea: I was fucked. Great physical condition, nice looks, easy going attitude when I wasn’t trying to get the girls and, yes, a bit of an ass, but not exactly the worst person ever, alongside a decent brain and grades. I was supposed to get a good spot in at least a decent workplace, something that would only get better the further I went in my studies, and what did I get? Nothing. I got the boot, hateful looks and that is it.

I was alone because while my few real friends wanted to help, most, if not all, of their families had made it clear I was not welcome. No one wanted to hire me because I was an alien lover and because my family had enough say to blacklist me everywhere back home. I was thrown out without any of my things except for my laptop (Luckily computers and the internet stood strong after a few tweaks) and a few clothes I could snag. I lasted little more than a week around home once the shit hit the fan, then I did my best to leave that damn city and every bad memory behind, walking around for a month or two until I just gave up because the fallout of all that just followed me like a lost puppy that didn’t want to go away.

Que in the cavalry, and by cavalry I mean someone that was seeking people for what you’d call an exchange program, and you get where I am now.

Okay, so not much of an exchange program to be sincere, mostly because it was just humans going to this new world or to Equis. As it stood there were ponies willing to accept some humans back in Equis and this new world that I mentioned earlier. Since the world, which the ponies allowed us humans to call Eden because it was a paradise world as far as our drones could tell, had been only sparsely colonized. A few islands close to the portal were the only places with anything built at all, but it was a very good place to initiate relations, with some of us going with the ponies to their own home so we could meet the natives.

Every city in Equis was willing to accept a single human, a few were bolder than that, but only humans that passed a test given by the princesses that would make sure none of those accepted were violent or had any extremely negative trait in them. At first this was taken as a bit of an offense, but Celestia made sure to explain her reasoning behind this in detail.

While ponies are actively open and friendly there ARE some that are utterly evil, as well as some people from other species that could be called monsters. Having us, the new species, adding fuel to the fire was NOT accepted as far as they were concerned because it has been only a few years since every big bad evil had been put in their place by the Elements of Harmony and Celestia wasn’t about to put up with that shit (The last part had been added by Celestia’s sister once Celestia tried to be delicate with what she said and people kept pushing).

This test also had a very important function: It was there to determine which ones could accept Equis’ rules. This is pretty damn important because most humans thought that the ponies, since they seemed very similar in many ways once some people decided to get to know them, would also behave like us. Most humans considered that all they had seen could very well relate to how they operated, or at least they tried to think of it as something relatable.

The truth is… they don’t think like we do in all senses.

First big difference? A physical one: Ponies are physically malleable. What does it mean? Well, a pony could bed a dragon, okay? And dragons are a thing, yea, as well as big as some of our tales, or more, so you can understand where I am going with this. This also leads me to an even bigger difference, a mental one: Ponies mature mentally quite quickly, so what we would consider a kid is, in fact, still a kid physically, but in most cases they know about sex and, most probably, will not be virgins after they are ten, eleven or twelve. So yeah, if you like them young you probably would like it here, except you probably wouldn’t if you ONLY like them young, but more on that later.

Herds, or harems, are a common thing, and very few marry since it is looked down upon, much like any addiction on their side (Though some ponies are permitted such things, like alcohol addiction, if that is what their cutie mark, or talent, is geared towards). This meant that a single lover is very rare, and free love is common, though usually with a few guidelines that are different for every pony or herd, even married couples. However, despite how ideal this sounds, only those that want to be with each other (Either for one singular time or many) can do so, otherwise that malleable perk I mentioned would work at the reverse and hurt not only the one receiving, but the one giving too, thanks to the magic inherent to any and all ponies (and other creatures).

That basically came to say that if anyone wanted to hump a kid just because they only liked and wanted kids, then that would be considered bad and it would hurt both of them, which in turn would be considered a transgression similar to rape by their law and the offender would be fucked beyond belief.

Believe me when I say there is not a word that fits the punishment other than ‘fucked’. Rape and abuse are capital crimes that have been stomped clear of their world because doing it means the cruelest thing in existence, and thanks to that danger no one has done it in so long that the punishment is thought to be a legend. Celestia, however, made it clear that she was more than willing to prove it true if ANY creature did such a thing to her little ponies, and she would do it in public to prove a point if she needed to.

Celestia can be scary as hell, but at least she loves her little ponies more than most our rulers ever did, so kudos.

After that you had to add the fact that females (mares) are in charge of almost everything, that means that mares also tend to be the ones to make advances. That was an interesting and different change, something feminist at first liked, until Celestia put her hoof down and told them that this was so just because there were more mares than stallions, so no female could abuse their power and go unpunished.

That was soon followed by the fact that almost everything, except a very few things, don’t have a standard price but are haggled upon (More a custom than anything else as far as I learned). Then we have the fact that most ponies go around nude and, this one got to me really badly, also the tiny detail about meat not being exactly common, or cheap, in pony society. Just like that everyone got the problems you may face right after you get into pony society in quick succession, but they are not every single difference.

Yeah, I didn’t joke when I said it: A lot of species on their world are sentient and intelligent, and while there are wild cows/boars in some places, you will only see fish and some species of chicken as just ‘animals’. I even heard that while dogs and cats may act ‘animal like’, they are in truth pretty smart, but they are just like any other creature and may prefer to just be pets or do their own things.

Oh yes, you also had to accept that while benevolent and always thinking about their followers, Celestia had total power of all ponykind as well as anyone else that was officially part of Equestria. This was seen as tyrannical of most, but what many people don’t realize is that any monarch is a tyrant, the only difference is if they are good or bad when they rule. Religion was also kind of abolished since it had done mostly harm, and you didn’t really need to believe in Celestia for her to do her job, plus there were living gods around that didn’t care if you worshiped them or not, so as said: No religion really allowed because it was just another headache for Celestia to look after.

All in all I think only twenty of us got lucky? I think less, as in I think I am doubling the number of people that got in, but I wasn’t given the exact number. Most weren’t exactly ready to accept the fact that they did things so differently in many ways, others didn’t want to give up their religious or their political beliefs, while others were appalled at how sex was approached, didn’t like the idea of a market working like it did, or, well, many, many other things that most people just didn’t feel ready to accept or deal with.

I thought I could get lucky by this point you know? I mean, I was one of the few, so I thought I could go to the top, to a life that I had known since day one of my life, until less than a month ago. I really felt my confidence swell once more and I was starting to think that I would end with a noble, maybe even with the princesses themselves, and get back to my feet. I was elated of such a chance and I was once more happy when I managed to get into a position many would call privileged once more.

I swear that I had never felt so bad as I did when I found myself alone and with nothing to my name. It literally was me being forced to see the world in a new light, and I feel ashamed to say that I felt desperate after only one day without eating or doing anything other than drink some water. Since the ponies appeared the world was turning to be a better place at incredible speed, with a lot of surplus food, few bad sicknesses remaining and all, but to feel desperate after a day without food after so many people had suffered infinitely worse than me? I… I was just used to have all I wanted that I didn’t care, I just felt as if I had been dealt the worst hand in life that I could draw.

Which is why I think you’ll find me a complaining like a little bitch, with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and deserving of no sympathy, once I tell you that I was crushed when I found out what I was given as my destination.

I was to work at the Gold Finger resort, specifically the Gold Finger hotel. No goldfinger: Gold Finger, as in the name, as in the mare. As I was going to be an errand boy under someone that wasn’t even considered a noble, just a wealthy pony.

No high position, no fanfare, no fame, just a worker: Someone that would bring you your food when you ring a bell.

I swear I palled when I read that.

Me? A servant? I almost sputtered and I felt THIS close to losing my shit. I had been here with more than a hundred other humans, I had passed the test that less than ten percent had managed to stomach... and I was to be a servant!? I didn’t care about this whole resort being a damn island in Eden, a place that was literally a paradise, I just hated the fact that I was going to be something I considered the lowest of the low in the command chain!

But wait for a moment and let me tell you that this song changed its tune once I talked with Celestia herself for a while.

She didn’t even raise her voice, she didn’t narrow her eyes at any point, she didn’t do anything you’d consider aggressive or the like, and yet I felt that I was the biggest shit in existence after I told her what I thought of this all. Why? Because once she started talking I was floored to the point of wishing for a space in the corner that I could claim as mine so I would be able to crawl there and die. I suppose that living for as long as she has does give a perk or two, like how to know what to say, when to say it and to whom.

I am not going to say I changed my tune only for that, but I found the idea of working like this a little less aggravating because, as she had said, I would be in a new world, I could carve my own niche after a while, and unlike before the ponies came, I would not have just a few years, but at least a good hundred, maybe two hundred, before I started feeling any kind of erosion by age, if at all. I had a really long life I could enjoy in a paradise world, maybe I could also make a name of myself in Equis if I wanted to down the line, and I was going to waste it by being negative an uppity? Oh I was going to complain alright, but suddenly I felt much better instead of how down in the dumps I had been.

Then I met my boss.

She wasn’t Gold Finger, she was Spoiled Rich, and she was a fucking piece of art.

I got the chance to meet her face to face yesterday, and oh my fucking god, that mare is a bitch. If you have ever heard of her, if you ever have the displeasure of meeting her, then you will understand why I am feeling like shit right now.

While childish when compared to what humans can do, her words did struck a cord for someone like me. I had gone from a wealthy position to being a nobody without cash or anything to its name other than what I owned in my pack, and all of that was both charged (my laptop) or clean (clothes) because I had been given a place to stay until we were all off, so I got little to nothing before leaving Earth. That, and I was lucky that my test caught HER attention specifically, and she made freaking sure I got it drilled in my head. I was basically told that I owed her for getting this chance, otherwise I would’ve been back home, with nothing and no one, and both of us knew what that would mean to someone that had been getting close to a very deep damn depression.

Once again, I know most of you will not sympathize, but I grew under different conditions than most of you did. I was used to the idea of being amongst the cream of the cream, of the best, of the wealthy of… Yes, I miss that, and I thought I was going to be like that again, but instead of that… well…

I suppose that I would have been much better if I hadn’t had that discussion with a colorful damn horse that managed to insult me for two hours straight, a horse that, while half my damn height, could easily kick my ass, and physically speaking I am probably one of the best representatives of our world thanks to this little ‘mutation’ of mine. I will be frank: I had never been in the receiving end of any kind of humiliation like that pony can dish out.

…

I probably sound quite pathetic right now, don’t I?

FINE! I am whining. You happy? Celestia told me in passing to take this as a humbling moment; a year or two, or however many I liked, living life on the other end of the spectrum. I had NEVER been humble, and I’ll admit I never felt a need to. Everyone keeps saying that no one is better than anyone else, but that is a damn lie: You ARE better than someone else in something, and you have to go with what makes you strong. To say everyone is equal is a big fat lie, and the sooner you realize it, the better, because trying to be like everyone else, without playing for your strengths, is doing them, and you, a disservice. For that reason I never felt shy when it came to show what I had.

The problem is that what I had, to say the truth, was my body… and the power that came with money. Don’t misunderstand me here: I know I am not stupid, but most of what I learned was geared towards making things profitable, and right now I don’t have a business to run, instead I have a boss that runs a business, and she has the viper tongue needed to do so as well as the brains and the cold blood required for it all.

Look, I have no money, I have nobody I know by my side, my family gave me the boot and the first job I have had has my own boss looking down on me as a ‘Hairless primate that needs grrrrrooming’. This is not exactly humility, it is humiliation, and those are very different things.

“Fuck, this is balls.”

I let out a sigh and looked outside. I had to admit that the car was empty as heck, but this was the one route that was owned privately by Gold Finger, much like the island itself, or so I hoped. To have Spoiled Rich as the owner of that would literally be a pain in the ass. I was dreading the fact that she was going to come soon to discuss my contract and all, despite how necessary it was, and I was sincerely hoping that Gold would come at some point to relieve her of this damn duty so I could see anyone else but that damn harpy.

You know what? Fuck it, let’s talk about what was cool about the ride.

I was riding a train over water.

Yes, like fucking One Piece.

I know it has been a short time, and that most our technology’s refitting didn’t come from us, instead it came from Princess Twilight Sparkle’s help and knowledge, but man, this was awesome! It would take a long time to emulate this kind of control over the elements, but damn man, it was literally incredible to see the rails under the waves, perfectly fixed in place as the train moved forward.

From what I had been told Eden was devoid of animal life. What was that supposed to tell you? That was a hint to Eden’s biodiversity: it only had plants that regulated it all, and it was basically a ‘Terra’ based planet, so most plants could look weird, but it wasn’t a huge difference when it came to comparing it with Equis or Earth.

This meant that, without animals that could be harmed, and with all the flora regulating things, more magic could be used without disrupting anything at all, otherwise the magic itself wouldn’t have worked when using by someone that was trying to keep things in ‘harmony’. That, and it was kind of inconvenient that Earth’s portal led directly from the middle of a plain and almost into the middle of the ocean. Now, mix that with magic strong enough to knock any and all human’s more advanced vehicular ‘retrofits’ out of action because it is very much like electricity when it comes to how much a device can take before shorting out, and then you get why this kind of travel was necessary since it was still not safe to make boats out of the local plantlife, just in case some of it could get angry.

I’ll admit I may be petty with all this, after all, I AM getting a job, a roof and all… and an asshole of a boss in the process… But man, this was just one bit of magic and technology was incredible, and it was one of the reasons I found these little ponies so interesting. Was it really worth it to kick me out just because someone felt castrated after another species, of colorful little ponies no less, curb stomped our intent on annexing another planet after threatening them with violence?

Eh… if you look at it like that… yea, every single human probably lost their gonads after that.

Still! Before, during and after the test I had seen so much magic that I was wondering what I could do if I ever learned how to use it, though we were told it may be much easier for our kids than people that just up and got pumped full of it. Whatever the case I, like many others, had always liked fantasy, and while now it was not fantasy, because there was a world full of creatures that we thought WERE fantasy, it was an exciting prospect for me.

Not only that, but this old feeling that the train had? Just plain wood, a magical engine that used coal and expelled non toxic fumes? Minus the magic and non toxic, it had a feeling of nostalgia to it. Most ponies did prefer a life with little technology, and for me that meant so many possibilities.

On one side I was down because of what I had lost, as well as what I was supposed to do to get back to my feet, but on the other I was excited for this new experience and a chance in such a new and exotic place.

*Flash!*

I blinked a few times at both the sound effect and the effect itself. I was sitting alone, in front of a table, with no one else in this specific train ride other than Spoiled Rich (as far as I knew), and I had just received a piece of paper out of nowhere. Do ignore the fact that I was nearly blinded and focus on the fact that I had just been mailed something just by teleporting it in front of me, with the train in motion. Damn that had been awesome.

Picking up the paper, reading it and digesting the information wasn’t so awesome though.

“YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!”

Author's Note

Sooo... yeah. New story. I had originally wanted to update others this month, but this idea has been nagging at me since I returned to fimfiction. I decided to go ahead, say 'fuck it' and do it. Hope you guys like where this is going to go.

A very messy job interview.

Author's Note

Note from the Author:

This chapter contents is mostly here to set the mood. The sex within is not as important as everything else, so it can be considered secondary whereas other chapters will have sex as a more important plot point. If you just want some pony and human humps this is not yet the time to focus on it! Sincerely: The author.

A very messy job interview.

Gold Finger’s Hotel

Chapter 2: A very messy job interview.

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“This has to be a joke.”

“Not at all, it is very much what we expect you to do. Aren’t animals like you always ready for this anyway?”

I took another gulp of whatever fucking juice I had been given, because my throat was getting raw after I had been cursing for ten minutes straight, something that was probably not a record for me, but it was getting close to it.

Having Spoiled Rich in front of me didn’t help any, and she would make it an easy task to go a whole hour at this rate.

The mare was uppity to the point of putting my family to shame. From what I had seen male ponies tend to be blocky, but female ponies tend to be rounded, up to their snout, and yet Spoiled was a mare SO uppity, so superior and so… so like her damn name! That her nose was slightly curved upwards as if she was always looking down on you for some reason. For a woman of such beautiful purple hair and pinkish coat that would usually give the impression of cute, pretty or gentle first, rich second, she was such a fucking bitch.

Ponies usually don’t wear much, or any, clothing, and this is mostly because, unless desired, they don’t show anything. In fact ponies, and any world saturated with magic (Thus any creature) looks… cartoony, and a bit innocent in a sense, as well as ‘stylish’, as in you would be hard pressed to find any negative visual traits unless they were REALLY obvious. That was at least what the theory stated, and it had yet to fail as far as I could see.

Spoiled Rich had clothes on her, what you could call a designer, or at least high end, shirt for a mare that was mostly situated in Ponyville, a small town even after Princess Twilight Sparkle made it a bit more prominent. A gold chain around her neck and a gold belt with studded diamonds on her barrel were also nice addons, fitting when you looked at her diamond ring of a cutie mark. To her, and to most, showing this kind of clothing, or any clothing at all, was a sign of status, and she LOVED status. Not all ponies were like that, but for her dressing up meant something along the lines of showing off.

Ponies also aged differently than humans in a certain sense: They could look young, or young like, for their whole lives, but if they used too much of their personal magic they would look aged to a certain extent, or they could even age prematurely, though this was not the only reason for ‘aging’ to show. This meant that you could indeed find a pony that looked really old at one hundred or so, or you could find them looking as young as a teenager if they took care of themselves around age two hundred fifty.

Spoiled rich had lines under her eyes that denoted her mature age because, while not an unicorn (as she was a ‘simple’ earth pony’), she had used her own personal magic to do as you’d expect and get richer, as her name implied. It was basically like ‘fate’, the ‘force’ and all that: You could slightly change things to go your way, which for most meant their own harmony, happiness and the like, and for Spoiled Rich it mean getting more money with satisfactory deals or management.

“I don’t think it is such a good idea to goad our only employee that can do what YOU want, but only IF you treat him right.”

Gold Finger was, as I had discovered, Spoiled Rich’s sister. Slightly smaller, less of a prominent nose, with a blonde mane and a yellow coat, the light green of her eyes was usually hidden between the condescending look that was a mix of mostly bedroom eyes and neutrality when she looked at me, or hate and disgust whenever she looked at her sister. Truth be told it seemed like so many other rich people I have seen that were told to be mean and just tried too hard while not feeling it. She had a very large ponytail tied around her neck tice with a golden locket on its end, and unlike her sister, Gold was not a normal earth pony, instead she was a unicorn, with a golden chain going from the tip of the horn to its base at that, as well as a golden horn for a cutie mark.

From what I had seen and heard, Gold Finger was not as much a bitch as her sister, but she was a piece of work too whenever she was moody. This was a problem because the sisters fought whenever they could as if they were competing for the life giving air around them. Gold Finger was more of a hard worker and practical mare though, and while Spoiled Rich seemed to be the one capable of making schemes and ideas to get money out of anything she could, Gold Finger, from what she had told me once we started talking, had managed her fortune by finding gold deposits in areas that had been deemed barren before she went exploring. This basically meant that she was less reticent to working and getting her hooves dirty, unlike her sister, whom thought physical toils were things to be suffered by other ponies or species, not someone in her position.

Don’t get me wrong here though: Gold had a full dress on, and it easily meant that she was as vain as her sister. Whether you thought it classed or not, the dress, which also hid her curly tail as well as most her body, looked to be plated with gold instead of made out of silk, though the hoofwear WAS made out of pure gold. Gold was a motif on her of course, and she proved it even with the glasses she had covering those eyes that had a more mature look than her sister’s, as Gold had a few more lines that showed age than Spoiled. It was easy to guess that Gold had been more active with her magic, but she still looked young as heck for a mature lady if we were to compare with humans.

“Don’t I have a damn say in this?” Despite the cute appearance of both mares, neither was a really good talk. I had been an ass, granted, but these two surpassed anything I had ever done. “Because I think my opinion is important here.”

“Of course.” For a second I gave Spoiled a quizzical look before she lifted her nose as high as she could. “You can either agree and sign the contract, or you can say no and we’ll return you to your world, with nothing on your name and not a chance for a profitable future. Happy?”

Well, shit.

“Do use that brain you primates seem to have and think.” She also didn’t mince words at all. I was told her daughter had managed to shut her up ONCE, but that was it in recent years. “We have the permits for this and we made sure that we could employ you this way. If you refuse to comply then you have taken the test for nothing and also refused a royal invitation by doing such a thing, which would mean you will not be accepted back until an open borders policy comes into action.” Spoiled made sure to give her best superior smirk at that. “Would it be worth it?”

“But I don’t want to fuck a damn horse!”

And that was the problem: I was hired basically as a damn prostitute.

Do you know how humiliated I was?

The contract basically told me this: I was to work at Gold Finger’s hotel, which was right next to the beach located within the Gold Finger resort. Said resort was quite large, as in a very small town kind of large, and it had been the first and most advanced ‘town’ to be built and settled, though it was simply designed as a permanent ‘summer vacation spot’ for those that could afford it. Mind you that such vacations were easy to acquire as it was hard to find a pony family that wasn’t doing well enough unless they weren’t exactly nice. Thing is that the spot was almost only for mares, mostly for mature mares to be specific. To be even more specific, in case you are wondering, this place catered to mares that were married, in herds, divorced or widowed primarily.

Simply put? The place was mostly for what most ponies would consider ‘MILFs’ (40 to 50 onwards) or ‘GMILFs’ in case of those close to one hundred or older. I’ll admit I liked AND like older women, and married ones are always fun, but why did I have to fuck ponies? When it was explained to me it just went downhill.

Apparently, despite how small pony population was when compared to us humans, most families didn’t go for more than one kid or two per mare despite being more than capable to produce and care for more. This did make the population stable, it even grew slightly, but many mares found their desire to be motherly, or even the simple desire to mate, unfulfilled. It was probably because heats, while somewhat common, could be so brutal as to tire a stallion into a bedridden state since most of them needed damn training to last more than two minutes, intense training. To say that sex was usually quick, to the point, and not all that fun for mares, would probably be putting it lightly. It would be fair to mention that heat was not necessary for impregnation, and some outright cancelled it with medication, but going from one tenth of a chance, or less, to almost assured was something that most mares liked AND stallions dreaded.

Pairs (or herds) that had other species didn’t fare much better despite what you may think. While humans are ‘highly evolved’, this only meant we had done so quickly thanks to all the shit we put ourselves through. Ponies were very close to their ancestors, even if it was possibly due to the magic in their world, which meant that they, and any other species, were very close to their animal counterparts, bar inteligence. In resume for those of you that may not get the point: Animals rut to breed more than pleasure, so they last jack shit in most cases. To simply: Everything, from ponies to dragons, could give quick rides, but that was it in most cases, so you either loved it or hated it.

Then we came into play and they quickly found that humans, much like ponies and many other sentient species in Equis, like to do it for fun, not only that, but we usually last much longer than most species in their world. Twilight Sparkle made a few tests on human volunteers, but I wasn’t told much about them, only that, thanks to magic erasing most of the more dangerous sicknesses, all we could get from each other were simple diseases that would be a pain, but not exactly dangerous, long lasting or all that bad.

Now, interspecies relationships, or one night stands if nothing else, aren’t exactly uncommon, IN EQUESTRIA. For humans it is not so easy nor is it accepted! If we did something like this back home we would be freaking hossed! Forget about me being kicked out: If someone heard about this I wouldn’t be able to show my face back on Earth ever again!

But Spoiled didn’t give a damn shit about that little problem.

“Aww… is the little monkey neutered and I didn’t get it in the report?” As said, childish to an extent, but she knew how to go at it until it pressed a button. “What? Are you scared that us mares are more than you can handle? Or are you worried about our husbands knowing about you and beating the ever living fluff out of your body?”

I let a groan escape my lips as I thought about that. As said, most families don’t make more than a round when it comes to impregnation, two at most if they want two kids or up to three, so sex life doesn’t seem to be the most exciting or interesting for a lot of ponies since risk versus reward doesn’t seem worth it to most males. That is not to say that a pony’s sex life is over once that happens mind you, as Spoiled had decided to share for TEN FUCKING MINUTES how active she was in the shack. No, that meant that the desire to be truly filled was hardly, if at all, shated.

This resort was made for mares that were married and desiring to spice their sex life, or those that wanted to have more kids and to give the ‘good news’ to their husbands or herd mates once they came back home. That point I didn’t get because I was pretty sure that we couldn’t cross breed, at least not yet. Not saying it was a bad plan to get a quicky, go out and then come back saying ‘Honey, I am pregnant!’ and excusing themselves by explaining that they found out too late to do anything about it.

I finally sighed and decided to shut up the pinkish mare in front of me. “Bitch, please, I am more male than you could ever handle.” I surprised myself with that and I mentally slapped myself as Spoiled’s shocked face registered on my brain. I was not THAT stupid so as to insult my own boss! Where the hell did it come from?

Surprisingly, Spoiled only chuckled as she clapped both hooves together. “Ohohohoh! The potion is working! I thought it wouldn’t, but it is!”

Wat.

“Do tell me dear, have you been feeling well?” Gold offered a witty grin as she summoned a glass of water as well as a vial of something. She took a drink from her glass before she placed the vial in front of me. “Or are you feeling… different?” She directed most of her wit to her sister though, as she was still miffed at Spoiled for some reason.

Surprisingly enough, any language translated over with magic, at least if that language was made before magic flooded in. Equis has many different languages, and you have to learn, but the language that is called Equis itself is at least translated to all humans for some reason (I think the explanation simply said it is the main language, thus magic makes it ‘simple’ for us), while all human languages were translated for everyone else to understand. A nifty trick, and one that made it easy for everyone to communicate.

It also came in handy because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to read what was on the bottle. Problem? In this case I really didn’t want to read when I noticed the name tag saying ‘Polymorph Potion Test MK III’.

I seriously lost all interest in magic just then.

But I did end up reading the damn thing. What was I to do? Leave? I ended up picking it up and reading the label past the title. It said the following:

‘Newest Polymorph test by Princess Twilight Sparkle. Potion of Equinity.

The third instalment of this potion finally yielded decent results! Instead of a temporary change, or a complete species change without an artifact or a spell, this potion does give certain equine changes to the body, making humans more in tune with their ancestry, which seems to enhance their hearing, their smell and also gives them greater stamina.

Warning: This position also makes them compatible with any and all species from Equis, as well as increase their libido. The experiment was meant to use certain genetic samples to make humans of the current generation adapt more to our magic and be more capable under its effects, but instead made them change their base template slightly to that of a pony. While the experiment it is still a success and this potion will be given to those interested, it is not the final product and will still be perfected further after more testing is done to rectify the small incongruences in the final product compared to its intended purpose.’

“Son of a bitch.”

“Such vocabulary.” Spoiled chuckled against her hoof. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh! That is true, you were kicked out after you said you liked ponies…” Only for a moment did she ever sound damn genuine, and I am sure she did so just to spite me, what with the malicious smile she gave afterwards. “Not only that, but you are a born adulterer, my little monkey. Does the idea of helping mares cheat on their husbands entice you? Or the desire to find just how tight young fillies feel? After all we don’t say no to a family vacation, and I am pretty sure one of our competitors is going to do the same thing as we do, only with ponies and an all male clientele.” She gave a wicked smirk. “Imagine it: Families side by side, only separated by boat, while you are breeding the mothers and daughters, just a short trip away of being discovered.”

I grimaced at the thought. “Being found out is not exactly my idea of fun.” And yet, this talk was getting me to be… uncomfortable, as in hot, and I was feeling pretty damn tight in general under my shirt and pants. “Why the heck did you pick me for this?”

“Simple enough, my dear.” Gold caught my attention as she let the bottle disappear alongside her now empty glass. My own juice glass, which was obviously not only damn juice, decided to skedaddle as well. “You weren’t going to be rejected because anything bad, only because you have a bit of an alpha male complex, and the reason most males are rare back home is because almost our whole history is not as fluffy and beautiful as some would make you believe.” The mare sneered at the thought. “The strongest males went to war back in the day, and while our stallions, and most other males, are superior in physical genes nowadays, their predecessors weren’t exactly studs, not at first anyway, as they were the ones not considered fit to be warriors. So, as you can imagine, reproduction may not be a problem, but female genes are simply better in almost all species since stupidity seemed common in anyone with the right chromosomes, which makes male births somewhat rare.” Both sisters seemed to at least agree on this as they nodded to each other.

“So yes, little monkey man: You would have been welcome if you didn’t have such a superiority complex that basically would translate to our stallions wanting to fight with you.” I wanted so badly to flip her the bird as Spoiled smirked at me. “However, Princess Celestia, in her infinite wisdom, understood we need to expand. She even came to Ponyville to ask for volunteers that would want to have more kids, going so far as to offer monetary help, but she didn’t find a single family that wants to grow too much even with a new world open for us to explore. That means that most mares, including myself, may want kids, but our shoddy husbands and mates aren’t interested.” The mare grumbled something under her breath but I didn’t get to catch it. “As such she was very receptive of you working with me once I presented her my idea. She also said something about you being happy, but, sincerely, Princess Celestia is too much of a bleeding heart for creatures like you.”

“So, to put it in a simple and ‘delicate’ way.” I tried to clear my head by rubbing my face and discharging some frustration against myself, otherwise I was going to explode. “I am just here to make more ponies and ensure older ladies have fun?”

“Oh, not only older ladies my dear.” Gold smiled. “While we will cater to what you humans call... ‘MILFs’I think is the world? Yes, well we WILL accept families, which include also young mares in their prime or even fillies. Young pregnancies aren’t exactly uncommon, and single mothers usually are so because they don’t need mates as they had their kids and are happy with other mares or having fun every once in a while without tying themselves up.”

Really, this wasn’t helping me any.

“As you know our society doesn’t work like yours, so don’t give us that look, you ungrateful creature.” Spoiled and her damn attitude didn’t help either. “Many would be very much displeased, or enraged, if they found you with their mates, but that is part of this game we like to play.” I sent her a glare that would have killed a lesser person, but she just smiled even more. “But as far as young ones are concerned? No one would blame you IF you are nice. I may get my daughter and her… friends to meet you.” It seemed like the word ‘friends’ itself made Spoiled gag, but I decided to just shut up and say nothing. “It would important to tell you that things such as incest aren’t also exactly uncommon either, something the test probably neglected to tell.” What the f…? “So if you stay at our hotel and some of your daughter show up in the future, you will be expected to offer the same services. It is going to take a long time for that to happen, but it is better for us to tell our little monkey right now.” She gave a venomous smirk. “You know, in case you want to go down on your own kids.”

“Okay, that is it, I am fucking done.”

I tried to get up.

*Thunk*

I hit something and pain exploded in my groin. I am not exactly sure how I managed to bit my tongue and not scream.

“Oh yes? Do tell me how you are going anywhere with that monster.” This time Spoiled did laugh as I clutched at my privates, only to discover that I had changed quite a lot. “Or did you not notice? Oh yeah! That is right; you humans do not notice magic as we do, not yet anyway.” She waved a hoof dismissively as my eyes widened. “You probably didn’t even feel it getting numb as it changed, did you? I would guess that any male would notice how their privates stopped feeling at all, but I guess we did a good job getting you riled up.”

I had a massive fucking dick between my legs, any of Spoiled’s words were automatically fucking invalid.

Massive. Dick.

As wide as my arm and at least sixteen, maybe seventeen to eighteen inches long? I am not going to be subtle here: I had nine fucking inches before this and I was proud of them. Whether it was because of my particular genetic condition or not I didn’t know, but fuck it, I was proud of my size. This? This was a fucking caricature!

“This… is a damn monster.”

“Mmhmm it is…” Was Spoiled salivating at the bulge in my pants? Was she!?

“Excuse my sister; she has an oral fetish since she started EARNING those grades back in school, don’t you, sis?” Gold threw her sister a disgusted glare.

“That is how I meet my husband.” In turn Spoiled just grinned at her sister. “And you have nothing to talk about, miss pregnant fantasies.” Gold did her best to avert her gaze as she blushed profusely at that retort. “Wasn’t it your idea to make this resort for THIS kind of thing in the first place? Your dream to see so many mares breed, and get breed yourself, whenever possible? You are such a dirty whorse and you know it.”

“Oh shut up.” Gold grunted in disdain. “And don’t pay that much attention to my sister here. In all seriousness I think we have gone maybe too far, after all this is your first year.”

I let out a sigh as the pain finally receded, but I didn’t feel like moving again. “What do you mean with that?”

“I mean that yes, our plan is simply have you servicing us and anyone else that comes to our resort, and our pamphlets were sent mostly to married or older mares, as well as those whose families don’t like the idea of expanding for now.” I sighed at Gold’s serious tone, but her demeanor changed quickly to a more decent and even one if nothing else. “But this chance wasn’t granted because we need more ponies: This was allowed because it would also be an experiment in how well somepony like you could get used to our more open ways and the fact that we have very few taboos. This means that we needed somepony that was considered open, or a deviant (in your culture that is). This all simply meant you.”

I felt like I was much closer to snorting at her, just to be an ass, than shutting up this time. I felt literally insulted, but then again I was not shy from older women OR married women back home as I had said… or cute guys, because if they look naturally like a girl, and want to be treated like a girl, why not consider them girls that only like anal?

… Shit, I was getting lost in need and there was a very obvious and BIG reason as to why.

“However, Princess Celestia made sure to tell BOTH OF US.” Gold sent her sister a look that basically threw daggers at Spoiled, though her sister didn’t seem to care. “To not force you to do anything you considered ‘weird’ before you are ready for it, if you are ready for it at all. Make no mistake though: You are a servant if you accept this work and you are to do whatever a servant would do. You are not in a privileged position anymore and, like every other human on Equine soil, you abide by OUR laws, not yours, until you leave, if you ever decide to do so. This means you need to adapt, you need to learn and you need to forget your taboos and fears, as magic, as Princess Twilight has stated, makes most of your fears and problems insignificant, or literally nonexistent, now that humans have it.”

“So that makes it perfectly fine for me to go humping my own family?” The notion should’ve disgusted me, much like the idea of just making kids all over the place. I liked to have fun but… It didn’t make me feel as bad about the idea as I thought. “Shit… this stuff is making my mind go weird places.”

“That seemed to be a problem that Princess Sparkle is trying to solve.” Gold gave a simple nod, as if it wasn’t important. “Seems part of her magic permeated the potions, which was why it affects humans like it does. That means that it changes more than your body and also alters your mind, but it doesn’t do enough so as to make any of you disregard what made you humans, so we cannot just go and dump everything we ponies do on your person, or it would probably make you do something pretty stupid.” I glared at her, but Gold didn’t even flinch. She was right, so what could I say? “But this is also a test to make sure that humans are compatible with us ponies, or any other species that decides to show up, so we can make use of this world in the safest and fastest way possible. It also means that it would be possible for you humans to build a life with somepony on our side without fear of not having a family, or being ostracized, so you would be doing a great service to everypony.”

Spoiled Rich let out a tired sigh. “If we have to humor the hairless ape so be it.” Lady, I want to slap you so hard. “Consider this a ‘noble’ service to the community, as my sister says.” Wow, she could make it sound so fucking dirty. “You help mares in need and that desire to have a larger family WHILE having fun, like your kind seem to love.” I opened my mouth to say something but she cut me off with a shit eating grin that looked literally fitting on her face. “Don’t tell me you don’t: You are an animal, and you are horny right now, are you not?”

I didn’t want to say jack shit about how horny I was feeling. Despite how much they had either bashed or teased me, I had been feeling weirder and weirder, and once I took full notice of WHAT I HAD BETWEEN MY DAMN LEGS it had only gone downhill in a spiral of pure lust. The ideas coming to my head were both filling me with disgust and with need, and I really didn’t know if it was bad or not.

“We COULD go on and make him uncomfortable, sister of mine, or we could…”

“Oh no my dear sister, no more of that.” Spoiled finally clapped her hooves together as in calling us to attention and to shut up. I was sincerely getting tired of her attitude, but it was hard for me to do anything when Gold herself looked down and turned red. “I won, didn’t I?”

“Yes, yes you did.”

I eyed Gold, then Spoiled. Something was wrong here. “Won what?”

“Let me clarify, my little pet.” That grin on Spoiled’s face was telling me more than I wanted to know already. “My sister is very good when it comes to her business, and she is, somehow, richer than me and my family.” The look of disdain that Spoiled gave her sister spoke volumes. “Yet she does not act as she should: We are superior to other ponies, and we are to show it. She, however, did not only enter a herd composed of six other mares and two stallions, foregoing marriage, which should ONLY come to ponies of our status.” And somehow this mare found herself at the bottom of my list as far as which ponies I liked or not. “But she openly treats commoners as friends in some cases, going so far as to be what most call ‘reasonable’ with her prices and everything, pah!”

“Gesticulating is not giving you any extra points with me.”

“Do you think I care, little monkey man?” Spoiled grimaced a bit. It seemed that, if nothing else, that someone or something didn’t go her way it threw her off a little. A point to make, just in case I needed it. “I will admit that, by Celestia’s mandate, we are to allow any and all kinds of ponies, or other creatures, in our establishment. But I will NOT let my sister drag everything she has to the pit just to make such a wonderful place a ‘cheap hotel resort’.” Even her damn snorts were uppity, and I didn’t know you could manage such a thing. “So, as we always do, we tried to oneup each other and the winner got to manage the resort, while the loser would work for the winner and do as commanded for the first year of business.”

“I swear.” Gold was talking between gritted teeth now and she had hidden her face behind her hooves. “If she hadn’t said that I would have told her to go buck herself.”

“I’d like to say I have my husband for that, but he hasn’t exactly been doing such a good job lately, has he?” Spoiled threw her sister a withering glance. “Anyways, whether I won or lost I would get something I wanted, and if I won I would have much more control over it all. Luckily for me I am a shrewd mare and I knew how to win our little game once my sister faltered a bit, which means that, technically speaking ‘I’ own the resort and my sister is the manager, which in turn means that I am your boss.” Spoiled pointed a hoof at me. “And my sister’s boss.” That was said with way too much pleasure in the mare’s voice. “And my first order is simple: I want to see you breed my sister.”

Wat? Once again: Wat? This was really happening?

“You are indeed fucking serious.” I didn’t know I could have such deadpan tone, but hey, I did. “You want me to do the nasty with your sister? In front of you?”

“My little human, let me tell you a secret.” Grinning widely, possibly pleased by my discomfort, Spoiled relaxed over the table as Gold left her seat. “My sister and I had the idea of getting pregnant one way or another once Celestia asked for us to expand to care for this world and everything that lives within, the difference was simply how to do it: She wanted to add you to her herd and share you with everypony else while I want you to be a good pet and breed any and all that come here while heeding my words.” Spoiled licked her lips at the thought and I began wondering what was wrong with me if I found that hot.

Why did this mare hate me so much?

She either ignored my reaction or just went ahead not caring about how she was affecting me. “As my sister said, we won’t push you too much, and we’ll be open to our customers… Though I made sure that only mares, or mare like stallions, are allowed in our resort. My sister wanted to be even more open and allow everypony at first, but our business WILL be specific, outside that of a normal vacational resort. That is to say that stallions with enough mare genes can get breed with some potions or spells helping them, as well as those that have changed gender permanently, but stallions with firm male genes normally don’t have such a chance.” Spoiled waved a hoof dismissively. “Cuckoldry and other taboos in your culture are not so rare over here, sometimes done for fun and openly too, but as my sister said: Filly steps.”

By this point I was unsure of how to react. Should I feel desperate? Pleased by the developments? Sickened? Just plain horny? I wasn’t sure to say the truth, and the idea of going back home with this monster between my legs didn’t sit well with me. Who knew if it was even human looking anymore? For all I knew I would pull down my pants and it would be an equine member, not human.

“You are a fucking piece of work.” I did know that I wanted to tell Spoiled to go fuck herself though.

“I try my best, my little monkey.” Her smile never faltered as a golden aura enveloped me and lifted me from my seat. Humans weren’t affected as much as others with magic, but apply enough and you can still do things, like levitate my ass. “But if you want to ‘find something good’ about this situation, other than doing what I am sure you do best, then think about how many mares you’ll help realize their dreams… and how much fun you’ll have.” I literally flipped her off as my belt became undone and my pants slowly moved down. “Cute, barbaric, but cute. Now though, I think it is time to see how well Princess Sparkle’s potion works on you, don’t you agree?”

My pants went flying and so did whatever dignity I had left, alongside my shorts, because, hey, why not? It was not like those eighteen damn inches would be hidden under some fabric about to burst anyway! And indeed it would have not lasted for long, because that thing down there wasn’t anywhere close to what it once was.

Oh yeah, don’t worry about its looks: It was human shaped. That was the only thing that made me sigh and relax a bit, but being as wide as my damn arm and no less than sixteen inches to, as I said, freaking eighteen in the length department, it was not exactly comforting to say that I was ‘really endowed’ for once in my life. For some reason it didn’t feel as heavy as it should, being good shape or not, that was damn big, and I certainly felt that such a thing shouldn’t be between my legs, a sentiment that the pinkish mare didn’t seem to share.

“Such an impressive specimen… Only the largest stallion have anything like that naturally.” She let out a chuckle as she eyed me up and down once her sister finally lowered me once more. “Then again, I am not sure if alchemic effects can be considered natural.” Spoiled looked deep in thought for a moment before shrugging it off. “Whatever the case, it is obvious that you humans are at least affected by them, so it won’t be hard getting you to ‘help’ with any desire our clients have.”

“Come again?” I was this close to doing more than just looking ready to murder the mare, but a golden grip took my shaft all by surprise, making me feel something similar to a mouth around my length, slowly expanding until it went from tip to base. “Nggg… fuck… wh… what is that?”

“That is my sister helping you get in the mood properly instead of waiting for my teasing to work.” Spoiled sent her sister a wicked grin. The poor mare was at my side, eyeing my shaft warily, and with good reason I reckon. “She isn’t as used to large girths as I am, but she will do nicely, and she will be a good first experience with us ponies before I break you in.” She waved one of her hooves dismissively with a ‘thsk’. “Honestly, if this weirds you out what kind of hope can I have for you? Ponies are used to shape or even gender changing potions and spells, permanent or otherwise. Bisexuality for you is our ‘straight’ and so many of your taboos don’t apply in our world that I sincerely thought this would be a waste of time until I read your file. If one such as you; naughty and fairly open minded, doesn’t manage to fit with us, then what hopes is there for the rest of monkeykind?”

As Spoiled talked her sister worked, and let me tell you that, if this was the closest thing to a hand job I could ask from a pony, I was really going to like this. It probably had to do with a lot of my blood going to my dick instead of the higher functions, but soon enough I could feel the specific parts that Gold was stimulating with more magic than the rest to simulate masturbation, or maybe a blowjob, I wasn’t exactly sure and Gold was looking between mortified and excited at this point.

“Speaking of openness: Who is to say we won’t get any hermaphrodites or shemales hmm? If you are afraid of somepony’s member we lose face, and we can’t have that, not like you will be the one getting pregnant at any rate, but you may think yourself too ‘manly a man’ to get bent. So if nothing else you could at least respect your own length and enjoy your size, as it may not be the only one you are close to.” Spoiled chuckled, being so damn casual as this went down. It was just so damn hard to tell her to go fuck herself as her sister made me hard as a damn brick wall. “And look at yourself; getting hard while being berated and talked down. Honestly, you monkeys disgust me, but there is one BIG attribute that I like, and it pays to know that Princess Twilight likes to go in detail about how spells or any magical concoction works.” She was totally shameless as she licked her lips. “And this little business is not only going to make me richer my pet, but it is going to be so much fun.”

“I…” I moaned as I gripped at the table with all my might. Gold had been getting bolder, and while she was blushing still, the mare was losing her inhibitions quickly. Fuck, I was not much better, but I had to thank whoever was looking out for me because I was not a damn grower, or I would’ve found myself with more dick than I could handle. “I am… going… to fucking… destroy… you…”

To my surprise Spoiled Rich jumped off her seat and approached me, nodding at her sister to stop. I let out a gasp and finally managed to feel more than just pleasure, which made me notice my whole shaft was covered in pre, throbbing and very much ready.

“Little monkey man, that you’ll destroy me…” She let out a chuckle as she lifted herself up, one hoof on my knee, one hoof on the table. “Is something I WANT.” Then she took my shaft inside of her mouth.

I’ll tell you right now that, just mere minutes ago, I had never thought myself capable of wanting another species wrapped around that part of my body. Some people do, some people don’t, I don’t know the specifics but I can tell you that I had been maybe okay-ish with human like aliens because, seriously, those Twi’Lek are hot, or the girls with the space suits, the… the… the Quarian, yea! Once you took the Quarian armor off though they lost some of their unf, but fuck, I thought I was only going for human, or very human like, attributes.

Turns out pony mouth makes you forget that rather quickly.

“OH FUCK!”

However, as quick as it came, it went. What I thought I didn’t want turned out to be as good, or better, as anything I had experienced already, and it made me as confused as it made me needy. Spoiled knew it, that damn mare knew it, and she made sure to just give me a taste and let go of me.

Spoiled licked her lips with a grin, eyeing me like a hungry creature that hadn’t been fed for weeks. “Did you like that, you animal?” For once I was just tempted to nod and do whatever she told me, but instead of that she jumped on top of my knees, rubbing herself against my erect maleness, just so she could talk eye to eye. “Then work for more.” I blinked once, twice, and she decided to clarify with a superior grin plastered on her muzzle once the teasing stopped. “Make me do it again, take me, rut me, use me, show me how much of a filthy, hungry and horny animal you are! Buck me like you are going to take me away and breed me every day of your life.” She pressed her muzzle against my face and whispered between clenched teeth. “Make me a whorse for that tool of yours, satisfy my needs by claiming me again and again wherever you find me, whenever you feel like it... Or forget about your place in here, because I’ll send you packing back home to live on the streets.” The last part was said in a hiss before she jumped back down and went to her seat to watch intently, with hunger, but not willing to do anything unless I caved in.

That she had managed to take the whole tip into her mouth, sucked it with such damn passion I had never felt, and that she had managed to drink a massive load of pre that she coaxed in just a few seconds… All of that told me that this damn mare could be all prissy like that, but she was a freaking slut. Then again, and I knew about this, there were people like her back home: Controlling, dominating, commanding… with the only desire being that of people rebelling against their commands.

“Do make a note of this though.” Still, she made it obvious that business was business and pleasure was pleasure, and once she was back in her seat she was back to being a boss, and a bitch. “I flat out told you what I want. All our customers will have likes, dislikes, kinks and other little secrets: They will all be ponies, or maybe gryphons or other species, but no more humans.” She shrugged, half shuddered. Figures that someone like her finds other species at least distasteful unless they make themselves useful. “You are to learn about them, to know them, to discover their fantasies and make them work. The shortest vacation reservation is no less than a month, and we will have a very select clientele, despite what my sister thinks about it all.”

With the magic gone and no touch on my shaft, I at least had some air to waste before Gold decided that it was time to get back to work. “What… What do you mean by that? It seems I don’t have much of a say, but at least I want answers before I do the damn nasty with a horse.”

“First: We are ponies, you uncultured monkey.” Spoiled’s deadpan glare could freeze hell if she tried. The irony of her statement got to even my foggy mind. “Second: Our resort is large, with our hotel having five floors, as well as a sixth VIP floor that will house me, my sister and you, with another VIP room for any workers that will be living full time in the hotel, minus their visits to the mainland. However, despite the size, we are in a probational phase, so we will only be given permission for our ground floor for the time being. We AIM to be exclusive, so those that request our services, if they like it, will have their rooms assigned permanently.”

“Permanent?” I couldn’t help but gulp down at the implications.

“I may be a taskmaster, and a commanding mare, but I will not go against Princess Celestia’s command and I do what I think is best for those under my charge, even if you ungrateful buffons don’t appreciate it.” Though it was obvious that Spoiled thought it a waste to be ‘nice’ sometimes. Then again her ‘nice’ dial barely meant squat. “If they like the service, and you, they can come back. You may not be an official part of their family, but you make something happen, then you get to live with it. Here they will have their fun and time away from everything else: You are to ensure they relax and find pleasure, either literal or otherwise, and in exchange you will have us, ‘creatures’, as well as your daughters, and maybe a few sons, to call your family.” At that she smirked a wicked smirk that promised many things, not all of them fun for me. “Welcome to a stud’s life dream, now get to work, pet.”

Now a dilemma was forced on my lap, or better say that Gold herself forced her weight on me as she jumped on my lap and teleported the table away, making it impossible for my length to hide anymore as her flanks squeezed my member.

The question was… Would I do it?

This had gone from demeaning work for me to insulting in record time, something that had mostly to do with Spoiled Rich, but also the work itself. It was no simple servant work, but basically what, whoring myself? I liked sex as much as any other guy, but it felt… dirty… and wrong.

Then again…

I got into this crap for being a bit of a lecherous bastard, didn’t I? Not only did I get called out on my positive views towards ponies, but also on the fact that I was not exactly ‘respecting’ our little laws, culture and all that crap. I am not sure if my family was doing this to ‘teach me a lesson’ so I would go back on my knees, begging for forgiveness, but it could just mean they didn’t want a pony lover anywhere near them. I wonder how would they react if they found my brother sharing close to similar views with me when it came to ponies, not that I had enough time to ask him much about that, and I doubt he would speak up now that I had been thrown out.

Most would never think so lowly of their family, but hey, as I mentioned before, different scale. ‘Normal’ people tend to be more open and less concerned with looks. My family WAS concerned with looks, and I knew very well that they could do this just to teach me a lesson, then, if I ‘learned’, I could get back, maybe, if I groveled enough and promised to do as they said. I sincerely wasn’t sure that they would allow me back anyway, not after being away from home like this without a single word from anyone.

I hissed as I felt Gold drag me away from my musings. Having some introspective thoughts may be damn quick, but that doesn’t mean someone, or somepony in this case, else will not get impatient, and in Gold’s case that meant she hadn’t even undressed with how little a shit she gave about waiting anymore for me to snap out of it.

“What are you thinking about?” Gold all but whispered to me as she kept grinding against my shaft. “You haven’t even moved. You are lucky my sister is too busy in her little world, thinking herself so overly important and right, and fantasizing about what she’ll do to you, to tell that you are distracted, not shocked.”

I grimaced at the thought. “And you are acting like this is perfectly normal.”

“Not really, no.” She gave me a sweet smile for someone that had been slightly acidic not so long ago. “I would have prefered a more mellow approach, even suggested you join me, as she has said, but we made a deal, so…”

“So I have to fuck mare pussy.” Gold sniggered a bit at how terse my whisper sounded. I decided to just sigh and grab her ass… flank? Whatever. Just so I could hide that we weren’t getting as busy as Spoiled expected. “I am not so sure about this…”

“Yet you liked my sister’s mouth, didn’t you?” I froze at that, and the familiarity between two sisters instantly showed as Gold Finger gave me that superior smirk that was so characteristic of Spoiled Rich. “Don’t lie to me, boy, I know what I saw, and it doesn’t matter what species or gender you are in when a skilled tongue is involved.”

Before I could act she lunged at me, or as much as the little distance between us could permit, and she kissed me on the lips. To be perfectly sincere I could hardly find any difference with a human mouth, other than the obviously differently build, the teeth and the muzzle shape… that, and she had a VERY long tongue.

It could be the potion talking, but damn, it was hot.

She broke the kiss after a few moments, and this time I did felt my shaft hard enough to both break rock and hurt. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Gold chuckled as she moved once more, rearing up and allowing the tip of my member to rub against her womanhood… marehood? I suppose the second one works. “Does it feel all that different to what you usually have? Is the idea of lying with a female of a different species so bad? Or the idea of having few inhibitions, to have large families and much love, so wrong in your eyes?”

I wanted so badly to say ‘Yes!’ but then again my body wasn’t exactly obeying what I thought was rational and I had to look back to those lessons about magic that I had during the test. All those things they prevented, how Equis had such an open population except for this or that misunderstanding or the few rotten apples around. Still, despite how different things were on this end, and how I was supposed to get used and accept them, like everyone else that decided to come live in this new world, it was not going to change in a fucking day.

“It is not so easy for a species that has had so many taboos for so long.” Solid defense, simple in its beauty, I win.

“Yea, because earth ponies didn’t hate unicorns before we almost killed each other back in the day.” Well, shit. “Listen my dear; you don’t have to do anything you don’t like, but I suggest you open up. My sister may threaten with throwing you out, but she can’t: I made the contract and I know she can’t do it, so you don’t have to worry.” I almost chuckled at the devious smirk from Gold. “But in all seriousness, would it harm you in any way to approach this with an open mind? You already ignore the idea your species has about marriage.”

I had to, I just had to. “That I am about to bone you doesn’t mean anything?”

“Like you have a choice on the matter about THAT one.”

She finally decided to push downwards and take the head of my shaft inside of her wet folds.

And it was TOTALLY fucking worth it.

“Nggg! Fuck! And you say… your sister is pushy!” I wasn’t trying to make a pun there: I had to hold her back so she wouldn’t ram it all inside in one go. “At least… try not to make me cum in one go!”

Whereas I was trying to hold back Gold was trying to push down. As luck would have it I was stronger than her, but I highly doubt any human that wasn’t capable of lifting their own weight (and weighed a decent amount), or had my own little gift, would have as much luck as I while trying to force her to take it easy. Her wicked smile told me all I needed to know in that regard.

“And will you give it to me willingly if I do so?” Her purring tone didn’t help me calm down or think clearly. The smell that was permeating the wagon wasn’t helping for shit either. “Sister was right about one thing: I want another foal, I want a lover that wants me at any time. I have all the love, emotional love, I want back home, but physically speaking it doesn’t matter if you are in a herd or not; if you want a kid our stallions hardly want anything to do with that, much less when we are in heat, at least they don’t once we had two or more foals. It seems to be ingrained in most of them.” She grinded herself a bit against me, going lower and lower, taking a couple of inches into her body. “Would you want us mares and give us what we wish for? Would you at least give it a try? Or are you going to play along just because the potion made you needy?”

I really didn’t think I had the will to say ‘Yeah, this was the potion’s fault’. I was pretty sure that I’d get her off me if I said that I really didn’t want anything to do with them, or that the idea disgusted me, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want at least to try.

I was horny, I had nothing left to lose back home with how people were and how I had nothing to my name, I enjoyed the idea of magic and mythical creatures as well as the idea of a new world and so many different species that I could meet and talk with. I never liked the idea of settling with a single person and I had no prospect of any kind of work back home until things calmed down and people decided to stop locking horns with ponies. The only downside was that I wasn’t really all that excited of doing it with what I considered an animal, no matter how good it felt, as well as how much the idea of being ‘hired help’ for THAT kind of work appalled me.

Weighing one’s options usually puts things in perspective, no matter if you are about to get some pussy.

“If we do this… Can I have a day or two for myself?” So, with more positives than negatives, if you take my pride away, I decide to cave in. “Just a couple of days to, you know, get in the right mindset?”

Gold stopped her struggling against my grip, bit her lip and nodded. “I suppose that is alright. Hardly anypony will try to get on your pants right away.” She looked down and chuckled as she squeezed what she already had inside of her. “Me and my sister? We are a bit… desperate. It happens when your mates don’t touch you for so long.”

I had to smirk at that, trying my best not to moan at her teasing. “Well, WE can have our fun… but let's make your sister wait a bit more. You know, because she is a bitch.”

Gold wasn’t going to say no to that, or at least her mischievous smirk seemed to point that way. “I am perfectly okay with that, my dear.”

She wasn’t okay with waiting anymore though.

I was this close to screaming, but Gold decided to make me stop with another kiss as she finally showed me that, in peak condition or not, relaxing around a pony meant I was going to get dunked more often than not. She all but rammed herself downwards and took more than half my length in one go, burning every nerve along the way with the fires of pleasure in a way I had never experienced. I had to wonder if it was because of the potion or ponies were just this good, but Gold decided to answer that for me quite quickly in case I tried to stall again.

She CLENCHED down damn perfectly. It felt as if she was a vice grip, trying to suck everything I had to offer in a single go, and she damn well near managed to make me cum like no one before. This was going to be a trend with ponies, I could see it, but she at least had the decency to allow me some time to get used to not only my member going deeper than it had ever gone, as well as the feeling of my chest against her belly, and the bulge that was so prominent it couldn’t be ignored no matter what I tried to do.

I was literally belly bulging someone, or somepony in this case, and the feeling was incredible.

Gold broke the kiss and gave me another look with those bedroom eyes of hers, and damn you if you don’t find it sexy, because I have seen that same look so many times and yet it always gets me in the mood so quickly I can’t hold myself. This time it was no different, because she was all but saying ‘Fuck me’ and any kind of doubts I felt or aversions I had were pretty much thrown out the window as I grasped her flank firmly with both hands so I could begin pushing her lower and lower instead of holding her back.

Tight as all hell Gold was, and I had a feeling that would be common if I played with any other creature on this place, but the feeling of going deeper and deeper, the sensation of my shaft kissing her most intimate and deep barrier? That was so fucking good I cannot describe the feeling other than ‘incredible’.

I could be considered big, back before this I mean, but now I was fucking huge and I was still trying to hilt someone! Still, I had never gone so deep so as to push inside someone like that, not that most humans would want, or even be capable of doing, what I am doing now without hurting each other, but the feeling of it was awesome. It was as if the squeezing before had been a simple kiss, while now I could feel her going from kiss to a deepthroat blowjob that didn’t want to let go no matter what. It literally made both of us shiver, and despite being as deep as I could go I still had a few inches to push… which I did… and Gold simply took them, one by one, until my balls touched her rear with a gasp coming from both of us.

I am… a little ashamed to say that I just forgot that she wasn’t human and just went at it. I don’t know if it was the potion, if I was just horny or what, but I am pretty sure that someone with steel strong convictions would’ve been revulsed no matter what happened or how horny he or she was, but fuck man… it felt so good.

The idea that I was fucking what looked like a cartoon horse left my mind by the time she wrapped her forelegs around me and I started pulling her up and down without any kind of delay, thought of stopping or will to do so. She just moaned and panted as I went to town with her, sliding my shaft in and out as I tried my best not to cum or feel too excited every time her stomach just let go and bulged as I pushed that monster between my legs inside of her once more.

At that point I felt what I usually had to work much harder for: She came. And by ‘she came’ I mean that the clenching from before looked like gentle strokes by the time she forced her muscles to spasm in such a way that I literally shot a blast of precum that only made the slick and pleasurable feeling even worse as she grinded her way around my shaft to ensure her orgasm lasted as long as possible and had the strongest damn effect I had ever felt.

On my part I just gritted my teeth and tried my best not to cum. Why? I don’t know, but if there is one DECENT thing I ever did, it was to try and offer as much pleasure as I can to my partners, you know, because that usually makes them enjoy your company and come back.

So I didn’t cum.

But fuck did I want to!

It took her what, two minutes? I don’t know how long she went at it, squirming like a fish out of the sea, doing her best to ride the afterglow like there was no tomorrow and messing both her dress and my shirt like we had jumped in a damn lake. She was a squirter, and I do hope no one ever makes a joke about golden rain with this, but fuck was she messy as she moaned and left small bites on my neck, basically asking me to cum every few seconds as if she was desperate for it. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t, but this was part of the fun she had wanted, and doing this made me feel slightly satisfied after being put in such a position, even if I was enjoying myself despite my brain screaming at me.

Panted and exhausted as she was I had time to collect myself and let out little moans to cool off. It was at this point that I finally noticed that all this had made something else grow: My damn balls.

I suppose the transformation just took some extra time, or maybe it needed extra encouragement, but my balls just turned from its previous size to something that resembled a watermelon or something similar. It was as if cock size and ball size suddenly had to make sense to each other when it was obvious that normal rules and common sense decided to get back together, or they tried at least, only to spite me and say ‘Fuck you, magic’. Other than for the fact that the weight wasn’t really noticed when I think I should’ve been complaining about cantaloupe sized nuts and how stupid and oversized my privates were instead of thinking ‘About damn time they matched up’.

Gold saw my eyes, wide as saucers, before she looked down. She turned her face to eye me as if she was spring loaded the moment she saw what had finally kicked in. Fuck if she didn’t have a scary, wicked and sultry smile that didn’t need her to say anything, but say it she did, and she couldn’t be more clear if she tried.

“I want that.”

That said, she finally showed me that, yes, ponies have perfect control of her insides, and yes, she wanted the content of my balls enough to go for it and say ‘screw it’ to everything else.

She just came and she wanted more! Damn, woman, I had no one else that wanted to jump my bones so much in my life before this.

This time Gold wasn’t going to stop, and while her body was still feeling the course of electric pleasure that was the afterglow, which made her shiver with every damn movement she made as she fueled the feeling once more as if it was pure fire, she wanted what I was holding down there and she wanted it badly. Whether it was the idea of having another kid or the desire of being wanted when she had been neglected for a while I didn’t know, nor did I care: She wanted fun and I was way too invested to say no now.

So what did I do? Fuck the chair, that is what.

Despite how good the run had been, because honestly I had thought that pony pussy was going to be some kind of eldritch horror at first, it was obvious that ponies weren’t exactly made for this kind of position. It was kinky with her dressed and all, and having her at eye level at all times, with that sultry look, was making it harder to think rationally or control myself, but she was obviously not all that comfortable despite the pleasure. So I simply went ahead and used what willpower I had to get up, lift her by that flank of hers, and lie her on the ground as she eeped the whole way, not expecting to be handled in such a manner.

To be in her back made Gold blush for some reason. I didn’t really pay much attention to it, though it was obvious she didn’t have much control over anything with her belly up, but I’d like to think it added to the fun as I eyed her like I was about to eat her. What? Can’t I have some fun too? Whatever the case, either with her afraid or unsure of this position, she didn’t complain, and I have to say that this made entrance much easier as far as I was concerned.

And man, did I get in as deep as I could go to get that gold.

I had basically slipped out of her when I did this to ensure she was comfortable, minus the dress of course. At this point that poor thing was needing repairs and bleach, lots of bleach, so I really didn’t mind kneeling on top of it more than to spy Gold’s tail so I wouldn’t hurt her. What I minded and spent some time with was taking aim, and giving her a teasing wink, which earned a pout way too cute to be legal from the mare, before I filled her back to full.

From a hungry and lusty mare to a petite looking and flustered older woman Gold went. It was as if she had been trying to grasp at any and all control she had, only to lose it when I finally decide to give her what she wanted in a way she hadn’t expected. I shouldn’t have thought of how cute she looked as I was filling her up, but fuck if my mind doesn’t like to go into weird tangents from time to time.

That didn’t stop me though, nor could I stop myself even if I wanted to. I just gave Gold a few seconds to get comfortable with my girth once more inside of her, more so she could get ready for this position in any way she wanted to. For her that meant using her forehooves to grab at my shoulders (No, I don’t know how ponies grab anything without magic) as her tail wrapped around my waist. She gave me a mix of a coy and sultry smile that had a bit of shyness to it, probably by how she finally noticed that I wasn’t exactly a twig of a man and that I was standing above her, about to wreck her body however I wanted.

I swear I heard a gasp and a moan from where Spoiled was sitting, but my attention was on Gold at the moment, not on how hard her sister was masturbating while we were drilling a hole on the floor.

Instead of losing focus I just lost myself. By that I mean that I was once more balls deep in someone, and it was someone that wanted ALL I could give. Maybe this time it REALLY was the potion talking, but I just had this urge to go and give Gold a bite on her ear. I did just that and she gasped, squirmed and all but orgasmed again as if me biting her there had triggered something. In turn that made me feel her squeezing once more, which made my body react on its own.

Pulling back for a moment made that electric feeling course right through both of us; for her it was because of the orgasm and how her body seemed to squeeze down without her consent, for me it was because I was really, really trying not to cum right away. I was feeling so damn good with something that everyone thought was so wrong that by this point I wanted just to savor it, and hearing Gold moan and ask for more as I kept biting at her ear gently, as if toying with her, didn’t help me in any way, shape or form when it came to try and show her that I was a good lay.

Hey, dignity may be lost in the face of some, but that pride I had was still there. She wanted someone that wanted to fuck her? I was going to show her how much I could pound that pussy so she’d want me as many times as possible.

Inhibitions out of the fucking window at last, I went ahead and filled Gold once I resisted the latest orgasm, pressing my body against hers, and while it was a bit awkward with the size difference, it still felt right enough as she held in position with simply a moan and a shake as pleasure returned to her once more. I went ahead and let her get used to how I pushed back and forth like this for a few moments, allowing for her orgasm to subside a bit, quicker than the first time, before I stopped teasing her ear and decided to go right for broke with her nether regions.

As I started to speed up Gold held me tighter, and while I could feel some of the fabric under my legs rip, as did she, she didn’t seem to mind as the slaps of our bodies joining together almost drowned anything but those moans that were heard right next to my ears. I was trying my best not to scream at this point, because I was so fucking close to creaming her insides while trying to last longer that I wasn’t sure if my balls would pop off, but I was sure as all get together that I was going to make the biggest mess I had ever made in the story of my poor life.

Despite how much I tried, I didn’t last any more. It was as if everything was feeling much better down there, and I am inclined to agree. Transformation, muscle control and constant stimuli over what… ten to fifteen minutes? It was more pleasure than I had ever experienced, at least this fast, so despite my pride asking for me to hold more, to go the extra mile, I just lost it and, at last, I filled Gold’s nethers with all I could give her, much to her delight.

She had another orgasm as I went to town, squeezing me even more than before when I got as deep as I could, forcing what little resilience I had left to finally crumble. It just made me cum deep within her womb, coating her whole love tunnel full of cream as I did my best to just plain hold my weight as the strength in my body left while pleasure rushed in.

The orgasm came after months of dry spell, months that had me in a state of either depression or semi depression, which didn’t exactly get me in the mood for release, not like I could since privacy in that situation was not exactly commonplace. The orgasm hit, in all sincerity, like a damn fire truck that has been called for an emergency and just found something right in front of it, considered it less valuable than the emergency itself, and decided to smash through it with exceedingly brutal force.

I was this close from either passing out or falling atop of Gold as my balls emptied, and I am pretty sure my face was epic as this happened, because I could hear, and almost see with half lidded eyes, that Spoiled was snickering as her sister and I let every moan and groan out of our throats.

Give me some space here, you would’ve done that too, and in fact it was what Gold did, but I also had a little surprise that added to the enjoyment and confusion.

Not only did my balls remain huge, even while emptying, they really had a good load in them after all, and not only because I went two months without any action, but they kept pumping more of my cream inside the mare. That means that, yes, I pumped load after load inside the moaning mare as I tried to hold myself together, panting and moaning as that orgasm rocked my body, making me shudder as Gold’s insides did their best to milk every damn trace of cum that they could find. By the time I emptied all I could with that one orgasm I could feel Gold being… bloated, full beyond what I had expected was possible, magic or not. Fuck, did it felt hot.

I had the right to be surprised when I say I hadn’t expected ‘cum inflation’ to be the result of that ‘little’ lay, but while it wasn’t exactly massive, probably because the plumbing down there wasn’t completely functional yet when compared to the size and what it should have. But despite that little fact I was pretty sure that Gold should’ve been much larger thanks to what I was packing. This didn’t seem to bother her though, in fact she seemed quite content, and she wasted no time before she admired her large belly with a little coo.

“Ooooh by Celestia… I… I needed that so much…”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I pulled away. She was still squeezing and my member literally felt on fire by now, I wasn’t going to be able to cum anymore and more pleasure just made me want to go again while I was dry as a desert. I just didn’t think it was going to be possible for me to go again for a while, nor would, or could, I remain standing, or kneeling as it were, if she tried to milk me any longer. Mind blown by pleasure or not, I just knew when it would hurt more than feel good, as tempting as it was to go for round two.

“Glad to be… of service.” Hell, I almost passed out when I finally hit the floor with my ass, as slippery as it was. I really was weak right now and I wasn’t sure if it was thanks to the change or releasing all that need that had built up for so long in one single go. “I… I really thought… it would be much... well… worse.” I bit my lip for a moment as I saw Gold’s ears falling down and her face sour. “Not saying I thought you’d be bad, Gold… just… first time with something that isn’t human.”

“W-well… I suppose that is… excusable.” But it was obvious that the comment hadn’t exactly been forgiven, nor would it be forgotten. This was a bad case of foot in mouth for me. You don’t fuck someone and say ‘meh’.

“Bo-hoh-hoh. Cry me a river later, sister, I think it is my turn.” I turned to see Spoiled, with a hoof wet, her seat quite ruined and a smirk that would’ve made the mightiest of dinosaurs pale in comparison as well as in fear. “I have liked what I see… and I think I have waited more than patiently while you two played together.” She jumped from her seat and ignored the the mess on the floor in favor of approaching me. “So how about you come here my pet and wreck me as you promised? I promise you that I won’t…”

I was about to complain, or pray for maybe Celestia to save my ass, when the door on the front end of the wagon opened and a loud ‘Eep!’ was heard.

“M-my lady?”

Spoiled Rich sighed, gave me a deadpan look and turned to face the door as if in resignation. “Yes, my dear?” Wow, some kind of respect? I don’t know who was there but she had saved my bacon.

“We are back at the resort.” I could literally heard the mare gulp, and when I looked at Spoiled I could see why.

She was furious! She almost looked red instead of that pinkish tone of hers. “FFFFF-ine, fine, thanks for telling me, dear. I will go to the office soon.” Spoiled let out a sigh and composed herself as quickly as she could. “Do go ahead and tell everypony that I’ll be along shortly. My sister and our main worker shall follow soon enough.”

With that, and not even a goodbye or a wave, Spoiled left us both where we stood.

I really don’t want to piss that mare off.

***

“And this is our private room.”

I admit it wasn’t what I had expected. A massive island? Really massive? As in I could count this island to be at least part the size of freaking Japan? Yeah, apparently this place was called a ‘Paradise World’ because not only did it seem to have tropical weather permanently, though that would need testing, but it also was lush and big as all get together. This resort was close to the nearest beach and it hadn’t used all that much space, in fact a real city could easily grow from here, given time.

Without going in too much detail I can say that the hotel was as the sisters had described it, which meant it was very large, and also complete equipped to greet from minotaurs to humans, but not dragons and the like. Such species, from what I was told, would have another place to go. It still was freaking huge, and while not as big as many constructions on Earth, it was quite grand for ponies.

I had seen a spa, a gym, a cinema (Yeah, ponies had them, as well as game stores, though it seems THAT kind of technology was quickly upgraded once they had a few meetings with us), a game store, a large market for when things opened and a few other buildings as well as the beach itself. I hadn’t been paying as much attention as I should, so I wasn’t aware of every little detail or building, but I could easily tell you that no one here would find anything lacking, be it security, medicine or entertainment.

The hotel itself was very much the same too.

While only the ground floor was open at this time, it was obvious that no less than eighty rooms were open, all separated in five different floors (Counting the ground floor of course). There was also the floor designed for VIPs and staff (Considering that living here meant living away from Equestria and one’s families and friends, good accommodations weren’t so much a suggestion as they were mandatory), a large dining area with a massive kitchen and the first gryphon (Gryphoness in fact) that I had seen.

Gold told me in passing that she had accepted to come work here because she had been promised the same thing that was in the fliers for would be customers, so at some point I was going to see just how much I liked catbirds.

Yay.

Anyway, every room seemed to be a blank slate at the moment. They were big enough for up to about four ponies (Or other species) per room, which meant that eighty rooms turned out to mean a lot more people than I initially thought. Thank goodness I wasn’t going to be expecting THAT many people, and with luck I wouldn’t be the only damn human here whenever that can of worms decided to open. I may have enjoyed myself with Gold (hard not to), but I wasn’t going to be attending up to three hundred and sixty different people all year round.

Fuck you.

No.

I have my limits, and my hips aren’t going to be shattered for someone else’s pleasure.

But as you can imagine, since ponies are practical and all, every room had a bit of privacy for those that would live there, so in truth it was like four mini rooms with a bathroom, a bathtub and all, for every single room. When I said this was big I meant it was FUCKING big, and five stars as far as service was concerned.

The room I was supposed to share with Gold and Spoiled (Fortunately the later wouldn’t be back for today, maybe she would be gone as much as two or three days with some luck) was more like a massive room instead of four decently sized normal rooms. This translated in a huge king sized bed that could probably fit a teenager dragon that was close to the early adult stage (Or so Gold said anyway), or a group of minotaurs, gryphons and other such creatures. To me it meant that I could literally throw myself in there and disappear between the blankets and all while being surrounded by lavish environment, a deluxe bathroom so clean you could eat in there (It even smelled of fucking lavender) and a way to call for service at any time.

I really could live like this.

“You look like you want to marry the bed.” Gold chuckled, finally catching my attention again. “I guess you are probably tired, aren’t you?”

“I had a dry spell for a few months before I suddenly found myself busting a nut inside a rich and very colorful little pony.” I deadpanned, which didn’t make Gold smirk any less. “That, and it was almost night when we left Earth.”

Gold nodded at that. “This world seems to have forty four hours a day, with only ten of those being night, at least in this area.”

I forgot: This world was in a trinary system. That meant three suns, and this world had at least five moons, which made it exotic and, for me, plain weird. Paired with its size this place didn’t do days and nights like Earth, or Equis, did. Even Equis seemed to follow the ‘24 hours a day’ kind of thing. It would be hard to get used to this at first.

“Right.” I decided to go ahead and undress. Not only had Gold seen me half nude already, but she had managed to repair her dress, clean everything with her magic and made me half presentable after our fun time together. “How about a real shower, none of that magic hocus pocus, and then we go to sleep a few hours? I don’t know about you but if I have to meet a few new ponies, and maybe put up a darn show for them, I want to at least be refreshed.”

Gold simply rolled her eyes when I called her magic hocus pocus, but at least she nodded and entertained my idea of some rest.

Spoiled had indeed gone to review some of the reservations, some of which seemed to come from people that was going to work here, or was looking into doing that. For us it meant that I wouldn’t have to be near that horny bitch and her advances, while Gold had time to do as she wanted and treat me nicely without her sister being an ass (Once more, sorry to the species, this is not intentional).

At the moment I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Gold was full of my seed, and while she had slimmed quite quickly (I didn’t ask), she was beaming, literally. It was very hard for me to ignore the fact that I had fucked a little horse, had loved it, and I probably had a very big chance of having the status of ‘father to be’ after such action. My family would possibly lose its collective shit if they learned about that, which, admittedly, made me smirk a bit. I was still unsure if I liked the idea or if I had been a mix of hate fuck, desperate sex or the potion, because I had been mighty pissed when I was told what I was going to do here, other than being simply a servant in part, though something told me I wasn’t going to do many servant like things.

If you get my meaning.

What I knew is that I had done it with an alien and, despite my misgivings, it had been fun. I wasn’t exactly looking forward another round today, or for a few days, but I could admit that it hadn’t been as cringe or nightmare worthy as I thought. Maybe giving it a go once more would clear the doubts, after all I wasn’t as horny as I thought I would be what with the potion saying my libido would increase. Then again I was enjoying the view Gold was giving me, but I was also dead tired, so I wasn’t going to assume shit this time.

Only thing I knew? Man, I got laid, I got a work that implied I was going to get laid, and if things went well I wouldn’t be alone in here for much longer. Friends, maybe a few fuck buddies, maybe even family? After getting kicked out it didn’t sound so bad… if I got used to the idea of alien horses being at the center of it all.

First Reservations

Author's Note

Note from the Author:

This chapter contains the introduction of six different characters, five of which are fanmade (or OCs). These characters are being used with explicit permission given by their owners. The names and ownerships are as follows:

Lucky Charm (Shaggita Slap) and Zippy Do, owned by TalasAF.

TalasAF’s FA page.

Saggitha Slap’s Dojo.

Lucky Charm and Zippy Doo’s reference.

Georgia Lockheart, Hellen Lockheart and Cinnamon Buns, owned by StunnerPony.

Cinnamon’s reference.

Whenever they are present they will have a place amongst these notes, as well as links to their tumblr and FA pages.

First Reservations

Gold Finger’s Hotel

Chapter 3: First reservations.

***

I can’t say I knew when I woke up, I only knew I was up and that the windows in the room were letting sunlight in, though that isn’t saying much really. There were three freaking suns out there and only ten hours of night a day, at least in this area of the world, in a world whose days lasted forty four hours, how was having some daylight anything I could go by in this place? First, or maybe better say second, day here and I was already lost.

The only reason I woke up was because someone was poking at me with her damn horn.

“Rod, wake up.”

“Ngg… Rodolfo… not Rod… Rod sounds… stupid.”

Okay so I was not a morning person, bite me. This was also the comfiest bed in existence, and I had been months without a decent one, so excuuuuse me, princess.

“Okay, okay, Rodolfo.” Gold’s chuckles tingled as if someone was tickling me. When her sister was not around the mare even sounded melodic, or maybe it was because she was a bit more relaxed? Most ponies did sound too damn cute for their own good anyway. “We have been sleeping for a whole day, at least a whole day back home.”

That made my head spring up. “What!?”

Gold’s smile was still there, and the mare was, surprisingly, nude. Ponies didn’t really need clothes, but it was hard for me to imagine a rich pony without any kind of clothing after seeing most of those that considered themselves ‘important’ at least carrying a shirt around.

“Well, YOU were the one sleeping for around twenty hours, I was up more than ten hours ago.” At that she blushed a bit as she rubbed her belly. It wasn’t as distended anymore, but the image was burned in my memory. “But I was quite comfortable while you hugged me… and I didn’t want to wake you, of course.”

“Of course.” I couldn’t help but just nod and try to fight back a chuckle. Weird or wrong I didn’t know, but if this was the result of yesterday it was just criminally cute.

Something made a ‘ding’ sound in my head.

“Wait, twenty hours?”

“Well, yes… You see, alchemy is the mix of technology and magic, right? Not technomagic or magitech, those things are different and have their own kind of thing, but alchemy usually relies more in universal laws that mean you change something into something else, despite how different it may look or be. In essence it means that it changes a person, or creature, into something else, at least partially, when we are talking about polymorph effects.” I gave her a blank stare. “What? I am a unicorn; I need to learn about magic, and I work with gold too.” Once more, blank stare. It was too early for this. “I need to know when someone is trying to make gold, not mine it?” Oh, okay. Gold snorted when she noticed what was needed for me to realize things. “You are not a morning person.”

“I also am not a magic person.” Gold rolled her eyes and finally got up, moving away from the bed as she shook her head. “What? All I know about magic is fairytales and what I see in games or movies. You can’t just tell me something like that, much less after I woke up, and expect me to understand.”

She stopped before she went into the bathroom so she could turn and send me a deadpan glare. “That may be so, but you were supposed to study the basics.”

“A day or two of preparations can’t make someone as smart as you, m’lady.”

“Hardy har, har, snarky little monkey.”

I had to chuckle at that. “Take care, I think I heard you sister there.”

Gold gave me a sincere look of horror. “Don’t ever joke about that! I am not that harpy!”

When I finally lost my shit and had my first real laugh in months I also found out that Gold was a bit of a vindictive mare when compared to her sister. And I don’t mean when you compare her personality to Spoiled Rich, I mean when you openly tell her that she has any similitude with her sister. How did I learn that? She used telekinesis to lift me from the bed, carry me to the shower, give me a grin and then she allowed gentle water to caress my body.

Cold, cold unstoppable water.

Note to self: Species doesn’t matter, don’t compare people, you get hurt.

***

After such a wake up call it was impossible to go back to bed for me, not that my employer would’ve allowed me to. Sweet as Gold could be when her sister wasn’t around, she was a very dedicated worker and she expected the same from those under her. Yesterday’s actions notwithstanding she was quite open with me when she told me that she would be patient and giving me my space, but she also made it clear that no human would really last too long in Equestria if they thought that we, as a species, would be similar to them in ways that WE thought they should act or think.

This basically meant that, yes, I would need to find out if I liked the idea of this work, of this life, that they had presented me with, or I would probably not last long before I found myself back on Earth simply because I was unhappy here. As she explained, much to my surprise, it is not common to have this kind of service for mares, but it is also not exceedingly rare, and there are companions you can hire, of course, but not only male, also female, shemale, hermaphrodite or any other intersexed variation, much like the sisters had hinted at during the train ride.

In all honesty I really thought humans would end up finding many reasons to stay away from ponies, or other species, for a long while. Maybe not all of us would, but it seemed like they weren’t joking when they said that the mates of the mares I would be bedding (if I did so in the end) would be mad, or very angry, at worst, but this was not exactly super rare and wouldn’t be as bad as, say, back home.

That said I was also encouraged to train with a pony at some point, mostly to know how to dodge a buck or other possible attacks. Anger does make people, or ponies, irrational, and safer or not, I wasn’t going to evade every little confrontation if this was going to be my job for a few years, or for life.

I also learned a couple other things.

The first was that polymorphy used not only alchemical formulas, thus potions, but also the materials in a body. It was as if you had made nanites and poured over a body: They would do the job with the materials available to their best effect. In my case, and since I hadn’t been as well feed as I once was, my body had lost a lot of what could be considered ‘waste’, which in someone with my condition was little to nothing. For that reason I had managed to sleep almost a whole Earth day’s worth of time so my body could recuperate a bit, as I had all but used whatever energy I had left and I had been basically healing my body with whatever energy and resources I could muster.

This lead me to learn something else: Ponies don’t eat meat, almost at all. Unicorns and pegasi may eat fish, either to help with the extra energy needed for magic or to help their lightweight bodies and the fluids they need for their feathers, but it is not truly required. As a wealthy pony Gold did have access to such rare food (At least as far as ponies are concerned), and she was a very good cook. To say I scarfed down all she brought me, and that it was enough to feed maybe six people, would simply be the truth.

I also like how she makes pancakes, but that is maybe for later.

On that topic: I didn’t see the gryphon woman from yesterday. Much like with the rest of the staff, and because it seemed like Spoiled Rich had been REALLY salty about this all (A.K.A: Me not boning her) and had them go back to Equestria to spite me and leave me and her sister alone to face the first possible customers.

Okay, so I am trying to harp about her. In truth the staff had asked for a day off before this all started. They had all been preparing this for months and they hadn’t asked Spoiled Rich or Gold Finger for a day off untill now. Most of the girls here weren’t interested in me, such a blow to my ego right there! They were here because the pay was good and because they had the chance to meet a new species, so I, as a person, was just one of the many, which I am really thankful about.

The only one that wanted to have a go at me, at least for now, was the gryphoness. Gold didn’t talk much about her, as gryphons are a very proud people and they could take offense in many things. All she said was that this particular gryphoness had been living in Equestria for most her adult life, and as such she had a family, a herd, as well as two hippogriff (or half horse and half eagle, instead of the common lion and eagle) that were already adult.

It seemed that gryphons were more open to having more chicks, or try, as their population was very slow growing, and since she was an Equestrian citizen she asked her mates about more kids. Gold did finish what she had to tell me about her by admitting that the gryphoness was grateful about her male partner allowing her to come, so it was a willing adultery in this case, as he was reluctant about having more children himself. The reason for her visit back home was to check if her family was still okay with this, as gryphons are way too loyal and not as ‘amoral’ as ponies when it comes to sex, so if her mates said no she would probably retire despite her wish for more kids.

I did toss the possibility of most pony males not wanting more than a few kids because of the ingrained idea of not trying to be what most males before Celestia considered, well, manly. This meant that studs, or breeding stallions, weren’t exactly a common thing because in the past most of those with the most male characteristics were the ones that went ahead to do the stupid thing and wage war, only to end mostly dead, very dead or deader than that.

Gold thought about it for a while, but she wasn’t sure if that was a reason. She did decide to toss ideas and hypotheses that had been circulating Equis for a long while. While it was still damn early for me, and I really wanted the bed oh so badly, it did help pass the time.

I was also told that, yeah, I was going to have to don a suit. You’d think that being basically rich back home I’d be used to that, right? Well, fu-u-u-uck you too.

Suits, most say, are comfortable, designed to fit on your body perfectly and all that. Well, I, personally, dislike them. They are too tight and I prefer my clothes to be at least slightly baggy, otherwise I feel like I am being asphyxiated. I don’t know where that came from, as I have been like that all my life (I can’t be in a tight space, without being able to move, or I lose my shit), but I know that I don’t like them. Gold managed to give me a weak smile and promise me she’d look into it, but I would have to have something formal at some point, probably a penguin suit whenever I was on the job, or at least a formal white shirt, pants and a black vest. At least I wouldn’t need a tie or the like.

You don’t know how grateful I was when she told me that, since I felt that way, I could use what I had with me. This basically meant a simple shirt, short pants and some normal footwear. As said, nothing fancy, as I had other things that I liked to spend my money on (Laptop, I love you). Mostly I was grateful that I was going to meet the first customers this place would have in an attire that didn’t make me hyperventilate, because I was going to have to face a few people, not of my species, that may or may not want to shag me.

I kid you not, that was terrifying and exciting at the same way.

One single adventure didn’t make a story, but damn if I didn’t enjoy the first adventure I had. However I had to question if I wanted more, after all it didn’t feel any different than a human, in fact it felt… better… But I had to consider that humans with magic, and with the same stuff as the one I drank, would probably be the same as Gold Finger had been, you know, ‘spacewise’ down there. On the other side of things I had convincing arguments, with some being that: A) I had enjoyed myself immensely. B) Gold, unlike her sister, wasn’t an ass about me doing this, so I could take my time. C) I would piss my family a lot by banging more pony pussy.

C was really helping the pony banging idea win by a landslide, helped by the others, of course.

Outside of the realm of sex I had a very important thing to do though: Meet the people, not bang them. First and foremost, as Gold wanted me to remember, I was a worker here. Yes, a servant, which still made me cringe; I would have to get them their meals, I would have to make sure they were happy here and I would probably end taking care of a large group. If nothing else it would be three rooms worth of ponies (Six ponies in total), people I would need to get to know and, maybe, befriend them instead of just being hired help.

Being here meant not only maybe making more ponies, though help their very slowly increasing population (and have a lot of fun in the process) was indeed part of the plan, but also forging relationships. These relations would be seen as beyond ugly back home, but this was a new world with new rules, as well as new people and species. I was more than just a lay, or the idea was to be MORE than just a lay, the end result rested on my shoulders and how I tackled every single individual.

If I had to be sincere, despite my fear, I was looking forward to it now that I had time to talk with Gold. The idea of having people, ponies or otherwise, just happy with me for me was, if nothing else, refreshing. So few did that back home, and while it is true that most common people are usually less caring about looks and many of your quirks, usually being more open about them, it is almost impossible to match how much ponies accept others’ differences. Completely understanding others, as Gold assured me, was often very difficult, but that didn’t mean that ponies wouldn’t try, or at least welcome you with open arms, unless you were harmful or too dangerous, and even then they would at least TRY in a few cases while humans would probably throw you in a cell, if you are lucky. Humans would… not be so friendly, at least they weren't, most the time.

Admittedly… I was scared. I could count my real friends back home with one hand, and while I had a lot of buddies I could relate to, I was not that great of a person, as anyone could deduce by now. I wasn’t a horrid monster by any means, but no one would call me a saint or charm incarnate. Having nothing to my name, or to show how ‘great’ I was, didn’t help any with my confidence.

I was just a normal person now, and I really don’t think I was that good a person without a solid backing behind me.

Yeah, self esteem issues, who would’ve thunk it, eh?

Gold, thankfully, didn’t pick on this during our conversation, and while a lot of what we talked about was interesting, because anything about Equestria and magic was interesting, at least to me, I can’t say that anything we said managed to calm me down because the problem here was me and my doubts about what I had to do. Not only did I have to be with another species, not only did I have to serve instead of being the one in charge, but I had to win people with my real charm and without a wad of cash on my hand as well as make a new life here in the process while I held hope of these ponies liking me so they would come back to me, as said, for me.

No fucking pressure.

“You seem a little stressed.”

Gold, my dear, you don’t know half the shit that is going through my head.

“A bit nervous I am. What did you expect?”

Gold gave a simple nod at that. As said, she was a hard worker, unlike her sister, so once we had had our fill and we had cleaned up, which I took with as much calm as I could, we had headed back towards the train station. I really didn’t think the ponies would come so early, but I had slept for a whole damn day, so ‘early’ wasn’t exactly the word anyone else would use.

The hotel and a good deal of the resort itself was very close to the station, which admittedly was fucking impressive. So much, like everyone else would do, I decided to take a better look at everything while I waited for the train to arrive.

In this case the station was pretty much plain, at first glance that is. You had three lanes: One portal lane and two multipurpose lane. That meant that the ‘Earth Route’ had the entrance point right in front of a portal that made the train go from arrival to departure in real time. It was a bit weird but so damn cool! It was the same close to the portal that went home, only it had at least six lanes, all of them focused on taking humans towards their destination. It was a variant that was all powered by magic, or almost only by magic, since it had to be resistant to the rift that came here and that was saturated with magic all the time, so the portal at the station was more a necessity than some cool effects to impress humans coming here.

The other two lanes had trains that were more or less like our modern ones, minus the technology bit. That meant that they had two engines, one at the front and one at the back, so when they arrived they changed the side that operated so they could leave. In this case one route went towards Equis’ portal station, stopping midway for another train to pick up passengers at a pit stop far away from this island, while the other went towards the closest island that had a small ‘settlement’ much like this resort.

As said, the building wasn’t all that much to look at, as it was just your average station that made sure to refuel and repair trains if needed be, though that part had yet to be used (and probably would never see use, with some luck). It stopped being normal when you considered that it was ABOVE THE FUCKING WATER! Much like the tracks themselves, this building was floating above water in complete and still motion, letting the water flow under it with no disturbance whatsoever. Much like the trains, as I had asked about them during our little talk, it had been made back in Equestria, then transported her with great care, much like every other building and the tracks themselves.

Say what you want about ponies, but fuck me if they don’t work hard.

Everything could look so old school, from trains to buildings, and yet they could put us to shame. We had technology, they had mostly magic, and while we could damn nuke our planet they could do the same AND more, but instead of fucking shit up the ponies decided to direct their efforts towards something constructive all the time, not only here and there. Not saying we were bad per se, but if we did the same as ponies and worked together all the time, then we would’ve needed no magic to be as we were now.

Speaking of which, ponies could be awfully technological, or at least urbanites if nothing else, as well as better builders than dwarves. This was translated to how this resort was made.

While the hotel was tall and proud, built with white stone (though I am unsure if it was marble, but it looked the part if nothing else), with a sleek yet sturdy design that Gold defined as ‘Similar to Canterlot buildings in its regal tone and finish’, which also translated to gold here and there and purple rooftop, as well as a glass ceiling for the dining area and a lot of decorations on the inside. A large red carpet going upstairs, with purple going to the side and a regal red and gold one on the entrance towards the counter and dining area was just the tip of the iceberg, with also perfectly carved, polished and cared wood as well as stone everywhere you looked, be it a corner, a door, or the regal and well adorned walls.

The opposite went to the gymnasium that was built in here: It was what you’d expect to find in a large city back home. It was blocky, it was utilitarian, it was sturdy and it had all you needed. You wanted a pool? You had it. You wanted to get a full workout for legs, arms, chest or the like? You had it. Technology that went into making machines for you to get strong and healthy was perfectly fine and harmless, so all we had ponies had, and it made me a happy camper that they did. The place also had a section for boxing, running and a the like, most of this in the second floor, as the ground floor had the pool and an area for hoofball (Ponies’ version of football) that could be repurposed for other games.

In the middle ground of medieval and modern was the hospital, which really wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t much different to ours, other than ponies having less medical capabilities than us, technologically speaking that is, though potions and spells made up for most of it. Then again, as I had been told, magic, or potions, can’t solve everything, and such things as broken bones or even severed limbs (if one was unlucky enough) were very tricky to recover with either method. The biggest danger here would probably be food poisoning if unlucky, a sprain or the like, so the large white building had the necessities and the staff required for a couple patients, but they also doubled for other jobs in the meantime since nothing should scream ‘danger’ in this world unless you are really, really stupid. Simply put: The hospital was functional, not pretty, not unique, just practical.

I could probably go on with the beach side of the resort, the park, the cinema, the stores, the spa, the market area for when this picked up and everything else, but I am sure you get it by now: This place was fucking great in many ways. I would also visit many of those places, instead of just look at them (or ask Gold about them) soon enough.

Sadly I would’ve prefered to go on with those descriptions as much as I could, the problem was that my job had just arrived in a very colorful train, like everyone and everything else here. In fact, since this world had become saturated with magic already, the only thing looking ‘real’ (or what our perception called ‘realistic’) was me. I am pretty sure everyone on Equis is still wondering if they walked into a cartoon, if they are high on drugs, or if they will change to look cartoony themselves… Fuck, now I wonder if I will look like a fucking cartoon a few years from now.

“Ready for our first customers?” Gold didn’t either notice my apprehension, or she was perfectly fine with me not being all that happy about more people around with the prospects of being close to my lap.

“No?”

You know, a mental note asking for more courage was not such a bad idea.

“Oh hush. You’ll be fine, don’t be so nervous.” Said the mare that looked like she had seen the most horrid thing ever yesterday BEFORE she got horny enough to go ahead with her own plan. “Now, be friendly, be open and be nice. Today is just a meeting, nothing more.”

“Better be just that.” I sighed as I looked down. My pants had a massive bulge in them. This was no way to greet anyone. “But I am sure someone will notice what I am packing.”

“That is part of the plan.”

I really wondered who was worse sometimes, Gold or Spoiled?

Deciding that discretion was the best part of valor when it came to keeping your damn job, I took notice of the conductor pony that had opened the door to the nearest wagon. I was expecting to see a normal mare, or maybe a snotty one like Spoiled Rich.

Instead of any of that I saw a little pony take a peek outside of the car.

I can’t describe that little pony as anything other than fucking overwhelmingly CUTE. It had purple hair with a small patch of pinkish/light purple, and it seemed to have a bad case of Dragon Ball, because its hair seemed to be naturally spiky in every direction, even when it was down and against its head. Its coat was very light green, with green eyes you could get lost in and a very cute and short tail that was damn criminal alongside everything else, even its eyelashes were a damn cute factor that made me thankful I didn’t need insulin.

Why am I calling that pony an it? Because I wasn’t sure if it was male or female just by looking at it.

There was no stocky build anywhere, the pony was much smaller than I thought it would be (Maybe not half the size of a normal adult one, but it didn’t look like it was fully grown), but it also lacked the perfectly round muzzle all females seemed to have, if only slightly. It was also important to mention that the little pony had a HUGE BUTT! A really, really, really big butt, and I cannot lie, or at least very big for its size. The white kimono like shirt, black belt and all, with a little pink patch with hearts on its right arm, had caught my attention BEFORE I saw dat ass, but the cute factor was still there and it wouldn’t go away.

The problem was that butt, because it was darn big and I like it. What can I say? I like things big, I could argue that I DO NOT like my own thing being big, but not much I can do about that one now, can I? Luckily I managed to keep it down as the little pony showed itself fully, eyeing me inquisitively.

“GRAMMY! There is one of those humans here!”

Okay, male, feminine male, femboy if you will, but male. Even his voice was darn cute.

Wait, Grammy?

“I hear you, little Zippy Doo.” The voice was motherly, very happy go lucky and it sounded wise, or wise-ish, if you know what I mean. I suppose grandmothers are the same everywhere. “But… umm…”

“Grammy! Don’t tell me you are scared of coming out?” The little colt, Zippy Doo if I had heard correctly, puffed his cheeks for a moment as he looked towards the car’s insides.

“... There is too much water under us.”

I kid you not, I snorted.

“If you fall for WHATEVER reason, you take your charm away and you’ll float, grammy.” Zippy seemed torn between chuckling, exasperation and having seen this too many times. “Seriously grammy, I thought you wanted to visit new places? This was supposed to be a fun trip.”

“Yeah… fun trip.” Nervous chuckles could be heard from within the train. “I am sure that will be all…”

Okay, this made me understand something very quickly: First it involved Zippy Doo. Why? Because it was obvious that the young colt didn’t know what went on here, or didn’t know all of it anyway, so I was thankful that he wasn’t here for THAT… at least for now. Knowing what I knew about ponies now I wouldn’t swear on my life that he wouldn’t end up wanting, asking or at least wondering about the ‘extra’ features on this resort.

Secondly: The mare inside didn’t seem all that keen of it either, or at least she seemed dubious. This caught me by surprise because most ponies, almost all in fact, seemed to be perfectly happy, open and a bit full of themselves. I do not mean to say they have too much pride (even if some of them do), but in the sense that, unless someone scares, angers or saddens them, ponies tend to be quite confident, happy go lucky, much like the mare inside the car sounded like, and ready for anything. Pairing that with the ‘nearly no taboos’ kind of society, which I would need to accept at some point, I thought every single mare coming to this place would be happy about being here and having a chance at more kids and some fun.

Zippy did much like me and snorted before he picked up a large bag that had ‘Zippy’s Special Snacks’ on it. Well, I can say that I know how the kid’s butt got so large, but saying something wouldn’t exactly do me any good, no matter how much my brain was telling me to. He didn’t seem to notice as he came out, carrying that bag like nothing, more interested in his grandmother coming out than in me.

Luckily I did shut up, because I had to bit my everything when the mare finally decided to follow Zippy’s example and exit the train.

The mare… WAS HUGE!

Well, she wasn’t TOO big when compared to other mares, but by that I mean that she had such a rump, and such a PAIR OF BREASTS (Teats? Udders? I think udders fits) that I couldn’t peel my eyes away. I looked back to Gold, sitting as she was, for a moment, looking directly at her udders to see they were pretty much what I’d expect: Small and maybe ‘cute’ if you want to go that route, not humongous!

Back to the mare: She was much like Zippy Doo, which meant they were very much alike. Green eyes, though a bit darker for her, much like her green coat being indeed darker, though not by all that much. She had a pair of freckles… maybe beauty spots? I wasn’t sure what they were, but they were under her eyes and were much darker than the rest of her coat. Unlike her grandson though, her mane was leaning against her body, not a single spike to be found, with a large ponytail making her very long hair stick up a little bit before it fell on her back. That her hair looked like a pink ice cream with that two tone of dark pink and pink made even me hungry.

Interestingly enough, she did have clothes to cover herself up, though it did little as far as human imagination was concerned. The first garment was a purple shirt that covered her front, nothing fancy. The OTHER part of her wardrobe was a bra, a cow bra, or at least a bra that had a cow’s colors, but it also had to hold the mare’s udders, so believe you me when there is a double meaning there. Unlike her grandson though, the mare did have a cutie mark, as Zippy’s flank was bare (but not empty, HAH!). For her it seemed to be a… bell… a chime? A charm? With a lucky symbol on it too…

Don’t fucking tell me.

‘Lucky Charm’, right?

“Hello, madam Lucky Charm.” FUCKING NAILED IT! Gold gave me a weird look when I bumped my fist to the air though. “Or do you prefer Saggitha Slap?” Okay, that one I didn’t see coming.

“Umm… I would prefer Lucky Charm, or Lucky. Saggitha is more or less my title, and I am not all that.” Lucky (Or Saggitha, as you prefer I suppose) gave a gentle smile, but it was obvious the mare was unnerved by the water nearby, as she was very careful as she left the train. She was also very quick to move away from the tracks too. For such a big mare she was very agile. “I hope you don’t mind my little delay here, I have issues with so much water, but I wanted to see this new world, and since it was so affordable to come visit…”

I noticed, much to my surprise, that Lucky and Zippy also shared something: They had buckteeth. It was another damn cute factor, a few more and these two would blow someone’s mind. The problem is that I couldn’t concentrate on the cute as something in me, in my loins to be more precise, was telling me to look elsewhere.

“Nonsense my dear.” Gold decided to give me a little grin. “But I’d thought you would be scared of him, more than the water.”

When Lucky finally turned to face me she paled a bit. Zippy didn’t seem to notice, but I suppose Lucky was in a better position, meaning she was right to my side, and basically facing my crotch. I have to say it wasn’t the best way to make a first impression last as Gold had wanted me to, but there wasn’t much I could do with how the mare ran towards Gold, thus me, to escape the water.

“Hi there.”

Lucky gulped as she looked up. There was a bit of a blush on her, and I wasn’t sure if that was because of seeing someone young, muscular or well equipped down there. “H-hello… I am Lucky Charm, o-or Saggitha Slap i-if you prefer… Nice to meet you.” And if she was throwing her title around after trying to brush it away, then it was obvious that I was making a really good impression… or I was scaring her to bits.

“Charmed, I assure you.” I gave her a wink and she chuckled. A bit punny, aren’t we? For some reason it just felt fitting. “Now, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how old are you?”

That friendly smile and cute demeanor changed in a heartbeat, and I swear the air got colder. “Why do you ask?” Her tone did change too, and Zippy Doo suddenly was nowhere to be found.

“Well, I can tell you that I have seen older women very well kept over the years with a good and healthy diet or life, but I haven’t seen any grandmother quite as healthy, young looking and cute as you, if you don’t mind me saying.” Truth be told, I wasn’t trying to be suave, I was genuinely fucking curious. Lucky seemed to have a few lines and maybe wrinkles, and that could mean she had used a lot of her magic over her life, that, and she was probably over sixty or seventy, I don’t know, but damn she was cute… And damn her assets weren’t half bad. “Just curious, you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.” You can also opt to not kill me, but I wasn’t going to say that out loud.

“Oh! Okay, okay, sorry, most ponies are rude when they ask.” Luckily, for me, her demeanor changed and her blush returned. “I am sorry, but you don’t ask a mare her age.” She winked at me and I swear I saw a little heart pop out. “B-but thanks for the compliment, honey.” Her blush was, I kid you not, fucking sugar. I was going to need insulin with this mare.

“Someone that appreciates older mares? Why is that such a hard thing to find? So young and strong too… See Georgia, I told you I could find a stud.”

“Mother!”

I turned and I was the one to pale this time.

Big. Fucking. Tits.

No udders, no quadruped. Full anthro ponies with BIG. Fucking. Tits.

Holy fuck, when did I get so weak for MILFs? (Or in Lucky’s case, GMILFs?)

There were three ponies, or well, I hope they were ponies. As said, the three there were anthro ponies, not the usual quadrupeds, but with how polymorphy was a thing I suppose that ponies looking like humans would be a thing too, at least it would be sooner or later, much like humans looking like ponies would come into play at some point, if it wasn’t already with Twilight making potions for shits and giggles. The problem here was that, while I had second thoughts about normal ponies, these three decided to shatter those doubts and tuck them under the fucking rails right here, at the station.

The one in front was a grey haired and light brown coated mare with knockers as large as Lucky. I could tell right away that she was sex on legs, what with those half lidded chocolate eyes with light purple/velvet mascara, that sultry smile, purple dress up to her knees that she seemed to lift on a whim, some kind of legwear that I didn’t want to look at, because I was pretty sure that if I looked down my self control would fuck itself and go wubbing its way out of my brain… You know where this was going, right?

Point being: The mare was fucking sex incarnate. I said she was sex on legs but I reiterate it: She was hot, and any doubts I had with ponies decided to say ‘fuck you, I am going home’ so fast and so hard that it hurt, and it hurt down there the most. It didn’t help any that her body language was all but saying that she knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and that she would fucking get it. Not only that, but she had meat in her bones, and by that I mean that she wasn’t only big in the breast department, but she was chunky in the right places, and OH GOD WHY THE FUCK DID I LOOK DOWN!?

“HAH! Young little thing can’t resist this, eh?” The older mare seemed to find this funny, with reason I am sure. I at least managed to see that yes, they had their equine ears, the tails were there and that while they had hands, their legs ended in hooves. “I am sure we’ll have a lot of fun in here.”

“Miss Hellen, I think embarrassing that lovely man isn’t exactly netting you any points.” That voice sounded feminine, but unlike with Zippy Doo, being human like made it obvious that it was a dude. Very femine he was, but he was still male.

“Oh my sweet Cinnamon Buns.” Seriously? Not going to ask. “You have your ways into a man’s heart and I have mine.”

“Mother!”

The second mare came forwards and I finally managed to get a good look, now that she was in front of her mother, Hellen, was it?

From what I heard Hellen say, her name was Georgia, and she was both obviously younger than her mother and also smaller in both chest and rear area, but let me tell you this: Size doesn’t mean beauty despite how much I like it. My preconception about not finding ponies hot had already been killed, incinerated and then dispersed all over the place, so why lie? Besides, whereas Hellen was simply sexy and had that air of authority and experience some older women have, Georgia was cutesy and beautiful all in one.

With a cute bun done so her very long brown hair didn’t go anywhere, and those same chocolate eyes that her mother had (Maybe less dark, but who here keeps track?), Georgia had a very cute expression while she faced her mother, whom was trying her best not to laugh. While she had decent size everywhere, Georgia was also fit, or at least slightly fit, and her wardrobe showed this as she had a velvet sleeveless short shirt for training, which basically hid her breasts and little else, and short blue pants, with nothing covering her legs or hooves, not that she needed it I am sure.

I also noticed that Hellen was a normal earth pony, but Georgia had wings, making her a pegasus. I did have to question their usefulness, as they looked incredibly small for what she’d need (what with those extra bags she was carrying), but normal ponies didn’t seem to have big enough wings either, so I wasn’t going to say anything there. Funnily enough I did take notice of another little thing: Georgia and Hellen had quite big eyebrows, not too big, but bigger than usual, and both loved velvet, or purple, be it in their clothes or the mascara in their eyes, so I had to wonder how some families could look so alike while others, from what I had seen back on Earth, didn’t look anything like each other as far as the next generation went.

Eh, probably looking too much into it.

“Miss Hellen Lockheart, nice to see you again.” Gold decided to stop the little squabble by approaching Hellen with a big smile and an outstretched hoof. “How long has it been again?”

“Oh dear! We hadn’t seen face to face since that little problem with your latest mine, three months back, if I am correct.” Hellen gave a sweet smirk directed to Gold before she kneeled and took the hoof in her hand. “I thought I would be working for your sister this time.”

Gold chuckled. “Not really needing your work as of yet, my friend. Though, as I told you, we should stop having these meetings only for work. I am sure we could have more friendly conversations when it is not over some legalese.”

“True, true.” Hellen got up, nodding slowly. “But then why did your sister send me those fliers and a proposition for future work? I have to say that the incentive was very nice.” She motioned to her whole body. “A few months for myself, getting used to such a gorgeous body? I have to admit this was pretty fun, more so if I can get to know a few nice human boys.” A wink in my direction and I knew that my privates were ready to sabotage this first impression that I had already butchered more than enough.

“Sadly it is a preemptive strike, so to speak.” Gold did her best to reclaim Hellen’s attention. “A hundred, or a couple hundred humans, I am not sure of the total number, were ready to come here, but after they learned of so many differences between their own ways and ours… I think less than a dozen managed to go through the test, with many leaving even before they took it just by sheer disgust.”

“Oh…” Hellen’s cheerful mood died down somewhat, with Georgia equally saddened, even Cinnamon decided to focus on something else to try and ignore news that were anything but encouraging. A look back told me that Lucky didn’t seem comfortable with this, though Zippy was busy looking around the place. “I see what you mean. Well… I’ll try to have something ready in case somepony decides that these differences are something they can sue us with.”

“I’d be more than grateful for that, and so would my sister, and him.” Gold pointed a hoof at me. “From what I know his family is quite wealthy, and they threw him out because he is, if nothing else, okay with us. I could see them trying to hurt him, or us, if they are really angry.”

“Who would hurt such a man?”

Okay, let me tell you about the third anthro, that Cinnamon Buns.

Gay.

I can only think gay.

NOW! Don’t think me as someone that dislikes guys that like guys: I like them just fine, and I do enjoy girly looking guys. I suppose it is because I see myself as, like the mares said yesterday, a top dog, but I prefer that my partners are feminine looking, alright? You won’t see me going for a burly dude, but a girly guy? As I said, I consider them girls that only like anal. Am I a bit close minded? Maybe, but everyone tackles things differently.

But Cinnamon Buns? Fuck, did this family (and friend) wish for me to rip my pants with an erection?

While not related to Georgia or Hellen, or at least Cinnamon Bunns didn’t exactly ring any bells with Hellen or Georgia LOCKHEART, Cinnamon looked quite like the pair. Brown hair, chocolate eyes, light brown coat… The only difference with the mares, at least OBVIOUS difference, other than gender, was that Cinnamon, despite having a lite build, was ripped. Not in the sense that he was muscular, huge and the like, but more in the sense of having a strong chest, arms and legs, in a way that the muscles showed everywhere despite his lean form and mannerism, something you would hardly find in someone like him.

He also had the same ‘problem’ of attire as Georgia, paired with the same clothing, only with inverted colors. What did this mean? Training blue shirt and short velvet pants… with a huge fucking bulge attached to them! I had to remind myself that ponies were, despite of what anyone would say, horses, so it was obviously a thing that even girly boys would fucking pack a cannon down there. Then again mine was bigger, though I don’t know how, or why, that was a thing, or why that was important, but for a moment I felt damn scared when I saw those chocolate eyes trying to eat me whole.

Luckily the moment was killed when Zippy Doo came running towards Hellen.

“Hey! You are the mare that cost us that deal!”

Hellen blinked a few times before she chuckled. “Oh, but if it isn’t Zippy Doo! And hello there, Lucky, pretty as ever I see.”

“Hello, Hellen, long time no see.” Lucky Charm seemed to be in a much better mood once more. “Please, ignore little Zippy, he will probably never forget that little incident.”

“Of course not! Chocolate Belle and I got in so many problems because of her!” Zippy pointed an accusatory hoof towards Hellen, to which she responded by dramatically gasping. “Yeah, that is right!”

“And wasn’t it someone else’s fault per chance? Because I do know you two were aware of how the law works.” Hellen smirked at the young colt as she kneeled in front of him. The large pair of mammaries making Zippy recoil a bit, but with his grandma close by he didn’t back away fully. Then again, it was possible he was used to such large assets by now if he lived with his grandmother, or saw her enough. “After all you and your friend DID get a lot of bits out of that deal until somepony found out you had copied their name.”

Zippy puffed his cheeks at that. “I didn’t know the name was taken.”

“But you knew enough to market things and get the bits rolling, did you not? If it hadn’t been for that teeny weensy detail you’d been really successful.” Hellen patted Zippy on the head, making the colt bat at her hand, to which she only chuckled. “You did well though, but you could have been much better if you took a few precautions there.”

“Whatever.” Zippy pouted in such a cute way that it hurt. “You better don’t get between us and our little trip, though.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Hellen got up, stifling a laugh as she did so. “Oh, but where are my manners! Lucky, Zippy Doo.” The colt poked his tongue at Hellen, he was indeed miffed. “This is my daughter: Georgia.”

Georgia harrumphed, obviously not happy about being ignored after her previous outburst. “Forgive my mother, she tends to get her way no matter what.”

Hellen rolled her eyes, but Gold couldn’t help a chuckle. “Don’t I know it. That is why I tend to hire her, sweety.”

“At least someone appreciates my skills.”

Before another discussion could start, Lucky decided to take a step forth and offer Georgia a hoof. “Charmed.” Though her composure broke for a moment. “I mean to say; I am Lucky Charm, nice to meet you, honey.” Then she nodded towards Zippy. “And here is my niece, Zippy Doo.”

Georgia offered a sincere smile as she took Lucky’s hoof. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. Hope you aren’t as stubborn as my mother here, she tends to rub off on everypony.”

Lucky sniggered. “Oh she did rub very well once or twice, but that may be a tale for another time.”

Georgia sent her mother a death glare after standing there, petrified, for a couple of seconds. It seemed that Hellen was quite the capable woman, in more than one way I am pretty sure. I just relaxed, glad that the focus wasn’t on me at the moment.

“Before my daughter decides to ‘kill me’, let me present you all her… companion: Cinnamon Buns.” Though the way Hellen said ‘companion’ made things clear. “She wants to tell me he is her coltfriend, but she isn’t fooling anypony.”

“MOM!”

“Dear, I am your mother, I know when you are trying to feed me some manure, and I know you aren’t happy with how much I harp about you not having a decent coltfriend, only ponies that look at you, see your assets and want some fun..” Hellen sent her daughter a very serious glare. “You don’t have to bring a friend and try to present him as your coltfriend, even if he likes to play along. We aren’t here to make your life difficult, Georgia.”

“Playing in general is what I like to do.” And there he was again, Cinnamon flirting or simply playing. I think someone was going to be a ‘problem’. Not a bad one, but god… “Nice to meet everypony.”

Lucky and Zippy were more than happy to shake hooves with him, but Gold was rummaging through her mind for a few seconds. “Oh! Cinnamon! Didn’t my sister get an offer from you?”

“Sister? Oh yeah! You are Gold Finger, aren’t you?”Cinnamon turned serious, or as serious as he could while still giving me a wink. Was I going to get any rest here? “I am sorry if I was a bit too forward there.” Liar, you weren't, in any way. “But it seemed like the resort had some vacancies, so I couldn’t help myself.”

“Not complaining. It is very hard to find ponies willing to come work here, in fact most of the staff is part of me or my sister’s own little crew. Our servants are usually with us when we move from city to city doing business, so this is not so strange for them.” Gold gave him a nod and thought for a few seconds. “She is the one taking care of everything though, and she is not around here for now, but we can discuss a few things once everypony is here? I assure you that she’d love to have the gymnasium working with a dedicated trainer as soon as possible.”

“Oh, a place to train? My wings would love that.”

Finally the last mare entered the fray, and I have to say… she was pretty.

I don’t know what made me say that, I don’t know why, but it was looking at her and I have to say that the first thing that came to mind was that: Pretty. I had yet to see a mare, or pony, other than Celestia, that I could call pretty right off the bat, and here comes a mare and gets that as first though.

Orange mane, two tone, probably because part of it was graying, or at least becoming lighter in color, the same with her tail, with a gentle yellow colored mane and fiery orange eyes. The mare was, thankfully, a normal pony mare, with lines under her eyes and a permanent gentle smile on her muzzle as she walked calmly towards the group. She was a pegasus, and despite her slow and deliberate movements she did have a bit of a regal gait to it alongside that air of gentleness and those pretty looks.

She didn’t seem willing to hide much of her appearance either: She had two pendants, one in each ear, a pearl collar, a purple (What the hell is with ponies and purple?) flight jacket, much like you'd find on a flight attendant, and bluish mascara on her eyes. She decided to finally sit once she reached us, calmly examining everyone, giving me a light smile and clearing her throat soon after. I don’t know why the hell she just looked damn classy and cute, she made me think of someone, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember who it was.

“Hello everypony, my name is Stormy Flare.” Her voice was as calm, gentle and collected as the rest of her. It had a very pretty ring to it too. “Sorry for the delay, but my bones don’t take too well to speed nowadays.”

“Stormy Flare? You are Spitfire’s mother, aren’t you?” Cinnamon seemed ecstatic for some reason. “Former wonderbolt, mother to a wonderbolt and quite the famous mare to both! How is that you are here?”

Stormy chuckled. “Well my dear, being famous is not as nice as many think, and someone like me is only a ‘has been’ nowadays. No one remembers I was a wonderbolt, not after I pushed myself too far that is.” She winced a bit as she extended her wings. “I would look, and feel, much younger otherwise.”

Gold cleared her throat diplomatically in case someone tried to make any comment. “How about we go to the dining area of the hotel? Let’s get acquainted and talk about what you all wish to get from your stay here, besides, I am sure some of you may very well welcome a short walk after such a long trip.”

***

“Zippy Doo, stop running around. You won’t find any secret entrances in here.”

“But Grammy! You don’t know unless you try!”

Gold chuckled at the young colt’s antics. “Let him be. My sister will probably pop a vessel if she finds him running around when she comes back, so better he has his fun in the building before that old bat comes to bite us all in the flank.”

Everyone was sitting at one of the largest tables in the dinning area, big enough for a little feast I’d say, probably up to forty ponies (or human sized creatures) could sit here with ease. Luckily for me, the guests had been more interested in following Gold’s lead than to do anything inappropriate with my body, because I swear that at least Hellen and Cinnamon were asking for that, though the rest of them were at least were under the ‘Jump his bones on sight’ level. How horny were ponies on average anyway?

“Now, I know it is usually not done in most resorts, or hotels, with this kind of service, but as you all know.” Gold made sure that everyone’s attention was on her. “This is a very special resort, and we hope all of you have permanent residences in here. Since Celestia herself is backing us up, there are no cost, at least not compared to what it would be if we didn’t have royal backing, associated with this stay. The price is affordable for everypony, and in certain cases it more than that, if any of you decide to work here too.”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about work right now?” Hellen had made sure to sit in a way that her bust was perfectly in sight of every other pony, and human, in the room. It was so hard to avert my gaze, I swear it was as if she was a darn magnet.

Gold nodded quickly. “No talk about contracts, just asking if any of you do wish to work from time to time. I will need to fill a form so my sister knows who to talk to, though since you all filled as guest you’ll have to live in the normal rooms, at least until we sort out everything.”

A few of the ponies nodded, with Lucky coming first. “I am here mostly to relax… though maybe more than that, I am still not sure.” As far as I knew she was the oldest mare here, maybe close to Hellen, but she seemed… unsure. “I have to say that it took a lot of courage; I hate large bodies of water, but Zippy found the pamphlet and I have to say that the idea of exploring a new world was very interesting.” She smiled at the prospect, and the fact that she had done so. “Maybe I’ll find new materials for my charms here, and Zippy is excited about a new place AND possible new ingredients for his snacks.”

Hellen smirked at the mare. “And isn’t there any other reason? Maybe you want your grandson to grow a bit? Or have a nice, YOUNG stallion, or man in this case.” She sent me a wink and damn if I wasn’t grateful for her not being in front of me. I swear I would’ve had a hoof on my junk in a heartbeat. “Giving you, or maybe even Zippy, some love?”

Lucky scrunched her muzzle and lowered her ears at that. “M-maybe? Zippy is old enough for that, more than old enough, but being around me so much has made him used to, well…” Her hooves quickly went to her large udders. “It depends on him, I suppose… As for having someone with me once again?” However, Lucky didn’t even look my way. “No stallion or colt has really noticed me all that much, or liked me like that, in so long… I probably will just enjoy myself.” That was bullshit, it was impossible no one wanted her, but I wasn’t going to say anything.

“Pah! I am sure our young stud here would be more than happy to help an older mare.” I said nothing as Georgia tried to hide her face behind her hands and Cinnamon chuckled at Hellen’s obvious hit. “As for me? I have to admit that my charms don’t seem to get as many young colts back home as they once did.”

“That is because you have scared almost all of them, mother.”

Hellen faked a hurt expression at her daughter’s verbal attack. “What? Me!? I’ll let you know, my dear Georgia, that I have scared no colt or stallion in all my life. Maybe once or twice if you consider those times that I decided to surprise them with a potion of hermaphroditism, but that is it! Every male, or female, that has been with me has indeed complimented me on my skills and experience, not run away crying in fear.”

“Says the dominatrix.” Georgia’s mumble was still loud enough for most of us to hear. “If you weren’t so controlling you’d get more people to stay with you.”

That made Hellen frown for real. “I’ll think about that.” She sighed and everyone stood silent for a moment. “But I don’t dislike the idea of maybe having another child.” Georgia’s eyes widened at that. “It has been so long since I have really had anyone with me, Georgia, and a lot longer since WE shared any fun. I am not sure about you, but I am lonely from time to time, and it hasn’t been so long since we managed to make up. Getting to be in the same room, together, without trying to kill each other with snarky remarks, hasn’t been as common as I would like.”

“That is because the last time we were together without ‘killing each other up’ I needed two days to be able to walk again.” Once more Georgia hid her face between her hands, though this time it was to hide the massive blush on her face. “But… I have to say that waiting for somepony to show up and be the gentlestallion I expect them to be is… stupid.” Georgia sighed, looking down with a small frown. “I understand I may be asking too much, that I am waiting for somepony perfect, but it still hurts that I fail every time.” She bit her lip at that before she looked up at me. “Maybe your plan isn’t so bad, but I’ll have to think about it.”

“I’ll say that I don’t mind taking that gentlestallion’s place for as long as you wish me to, my dear Georgia.” Cinnamon was drinking some water, and I don’t know how, but he managed to make it look fucking dirty, or at least it looked lewd as all get together for me. “I do care about you, my friend, and I don’t mind having fun with you or your mother, you know that.” It also sounded like every word he said was laced with innuendo, it was as bad as Hellen, even when he was trying to be sweet. “But you know where I am aiming most of the time and what I like.” By the time he looked at me I was already trying to make the earth swallow me whole.

My crotch just brought me back up though, so no hiding for me.

“Yeah, yeah, I know… I am sorry I put you in such a place by asking you about this.” Georgia turned to her friend, her face a perfect picture of cuteness, asking to be forgiven. “Hug?”

Cinnamon gave Georgia a gentle snug and a chuckle. “Not a problem my dear. Look at it this way: I’ll get my own gym, at least for a while if nothing else, while you may be able to open a store here for a short time, or permanent even, if you want to expand. Meanwhile your mother can get a permanent gig, more so if the princesses decide to keep this place open after the probation is complete.”

Hellen became a bit more serious at that. “That is true. Other than the princesses we don’t have any legal representatives, so being right here may make my experience a very handy thing, I may even get a royal offer, as far as I can work with Goldy here, of course.”

Gold blushed at the nickname. “I think we made it clear that you wouldn’t tell.”

“Aww, but you look so cute when you blush.”

That situation was defused when Stormy chuckled, chiming in. “In my case it is… mostly vacations.” She made sure to have as much a regal position in her seat as she could. “It has been a very long time since I have been away from canterlot after my retirement. I can’t really be up in the clouds anymore with my wings hurting as they do, not for long anyway, and I can’t really be with my daughter as much as I used to, now that I am almost permanently grounded.” She played with the cup in her hooves, probably wishing for something other than water even this early in the morning. “Then again…”

“You’d like to feel younger again, don’t you?” Hellen could be blunt as a rock to the face, but her face said more than enough. She could perfectly understand how her fellow mare felt.

“Yeah… yes I would love to.” Stormy’s smile widened. “It has been a long time since the divorce, something that wasn’t meant to be since the beginning. Spitfire is okay with it, but I feel really lonely sometimes, with how almost no one remembers me but a very select few.” She chuckled for a moment. “Not even somepony that went to see my daughter knew of me, the once ‘Fast, powerful, and agile Flare of the Sun!’” Stormy Flare opened her arms and wings, a much younger and more animated ring to her voice before it died down alongside her smile. “It has been so long since I was called that.. I would like to have another filly, or a few. Spitfire loves me dearly, but she knew what she wanted since she was young, I didn’t have as much luck as you did with your kid, Hellen.”

Hellen did her best not to laugh as Georgia grunted. “Believe me.” The younger mare gave Stormy a deadpan stare. “You and your daughter don’t have it as bad as me and my mom.”

Stormy just chuckled. “I’ll take your word for it, my dear. But yes… My motive is a bit selfish, and it seems I am the only one that came here only with one thing in mind.”

Gold decided to chime in with a hearty laugh. “You aren’t alone.” She patted at her tummy… Oh god. “I can tell you all that he felt a bit apprehensive about it at first, but on our ride here he DID decide to ride ME, so if he feels up for it, starting tomorrow, you all can get to know Rodolfo better and see if he is up for such a task.” Grinning huskily, she added. “And if he is, all of you should know that he is MORE than capable of giving you a little bundle of joy. That, and as time goes on he may be open for more things, so don’t pressure him, get to know him… and if you all want to, have a ‘blast’.”

Five pairs of eyes zeroed on me.

I felt like saying ‘Merp’ would’ve been fitting. Instead, I gulped and decided to be sincere with every single pony in the room.

“I need a cold shower. Now.”

Fuck it, this was going to be ‘hard’ work, and that is no fucking pun.