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.

Stunner’s FA page.

Stunner’s Tumblr.

Georgia’s reference.

Hellen’s reference.

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.

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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.