The train slowly drew into the station at Canterlot, the big steam engine fighting to bring the carriages to a halt before momentum finally ceased. Ponies streamed on and off the train, some excited for the trip ahead, others a little drained at their journey being over. Ian was neither. Taller than all the ponies surrounding him, he was given room through the crowd, but not out of consideration.

Ian knew, on some level, that the ponies didn't mean the odd stares and slight grimaces, when they saw him, but he couldn't help but feel each was a knife. He had his head down, minding his own business, trusting all the ponies to scatter from his path. Which was why he walked right into a pony who didn't move.

"Hey, watch where you're—" Solid Built froze. She looked slightly down at the human, which wasn't strange. She was a unicorn built on the biggest of scales, and generally looked down on most ponies.

It was a stranger sensation for Ian, having to look up to meet a pony's eye; the fact that the mare had just one was a little strange, in a society that could use magic to heal with. He was sure the Princesses were tall enough to look down on him, but this was the first pony he had met that was so… big. "Sorry, I should look where I am going." He slumped his shoulders, turned to the side, and started to walk around the big mare. Of course, being so big meant there was more to walk past. He saw her cutting a swathe out of the moving hoof-traffic of the station. Her coat was light brown, tail a dirty blonde color, leaving her almost looking like an Earth horse.

"Hold on. It wasn't entirely your fault." Solid started to turn, trusting the crowd to get out of her way. "That started us off on the wrong hoof. My name's Solid Built." She held out a huge hoof, easily intimidating to regular ponies.

Stopping and turning, Ian wasn't sure what to do. "Uh… Ian." He lifted a hand and, curling a fist, lightly punched into the big hoof.

"Ian? That's all?" Solid turned fully and gestured to the exit. "You look like you could use somepony to talk to, Ian." She started walking, forcing a gap to open that practically pulled Ian to her side. "How about a drink?"

Exiting the crowded train station, Solid turned sharply left and headed toward a quieter part of town. "You new in town, Ian?"

It felt strangely relaxing to just be talked to, to be accepted as a traveling partner, after all the curt words and stiff looks ponies had given him. "Yeah, in this town."

"So you don't have anypony?" Solid stopped and turned, pushing open the door of a quiet little building.

The question was not just double-edged, it had more edges than a stallion, or human male in this case, could count. Narrowing his eyes, Ian looked into the taproom of a bar. "Yeah." He admitted, slumping his shoulders, but not having to duck in this bar.

Quiet conversations ceased as the human entered the bar, eyes sliding to watch Ian. When Solid stepped in behind him, it was like a switch was thrown. The residents of the bar returned to their chats, seemingly ignoring the non-pony in their midst.

"What is with this place?" Ian's eyes adjusted to the light slowly, the shapes of the patrons starting to slowly fill out more. His jaw dropped. In one corner a timber-wolf lay, snoozing quietly while a waif-thin pegasus slowly petted the creature's head. What had looked at first like a statue actually moved, revealed to be some kind of pony-like automaton.

"It's not nice to stare, Ian. This is where the ponies that just don't fit in, can come and relax, not worry about being stared at. You looked like you were getting a lot of stares." Solid made her way over to the bar, where a perfect-looking unicorn, pale and pristine, was chatting with a bat pony. Both were behind the bar, clearly running it. "Hey Chatter, hard cider for me and a glass of milk for my friend."

Ian blushed, actually blushed. "I… I like cider…" But the way she had treated him set something off. Then he noticed something, Solid wasn't just a big pony, she was… had been, a unicorn. "Your horn…"

The question earned a stiff glance from Solid. "Yeah, what of it?" She froze as she said the words and shook her head. "Ugh, sorry. Too used to ponies treating me like dirt because of it. Turns out, the crystals that Sombra used on unicorn horns, they need to come out or they eventually start to grow." She tapped her head. "If the Princess hadn't done him in, I would have." The stump of horn, that had been hidden by her mane, glowed a dull yellow as she lifted her drink to take a pull. "That is what did my eye in. One blast of crystal and I lost my job and half my sight."

On the bar before Ian, was a long, slim, glass of milk. "So what do you do now?" He blushed a little as he took the glass and sipped.

"Own a bar, take care of my friends. Mostly what I did in the service, but now I don't have anypony throwing magic bolts at me." Solid grinned. "You should hang around, nopony here will look down their nose at you, well, except Chatter." Solid gestured to the pristine and perfect unicorn behind the bar. "We all got our problems, even her. Some of us were born a little strange, others had strangeness thrust on them. You? In you I see somepony out of their element, not being taken for the colt he is."

Ian was taking a swig of the chilled milk, and almost lost some of it when she called him a "colt." He swallowed the milk, barely avoiding doing a spit-take of the cheesiest variety, and looked at Solid. "I don't even know how I got here. One moment I was asleep in my bed, the next…" He stared back into his drink. "At first I was exotic, nopony had seen anything like me and I got… proposals."

"Herding contracts?" Solid took a pull of her cider, giving a happy sigh.

"Y-Y-Yeah. Them." Ian felt the same rage he had felt back then flare. "They wanted me to be their pet!"

"You're a bit big for a pet. At least to most ponies." Solid reached one foreleg up and around the human's shoulders, pulling him in against her. "Pets… all well and good. I like my stallions cute, but not breakable. You strike me as both."

Ian had no hope of holding back the hot blush in his cheeks, he was pulled in against the big mare and despite what the horrible thoughts of being a "pet" conjured, this was very different. Safe.

"No contracts, not until you feel happy." Solid Built gave the human a squeeze. "Now finish your milk before we have some fun." She used her magic to lift up her mug of cider, pulling it to her mouth and downing the remainder. When Solid put the mug back down, she noticed something lower on Ian's body, making itself known. "Is that a yes?"

"W-W-What? I don't…" Ian couldn't deny he was leaning against the mare, her long shape not only bigger than him, but feeling warm. "What do you want to do?" He couldn't stop blushing, the way she treated him had him getting more and more aroused.

"You look like you need a good cuddle, some looking after." Solid leaned across and rest her jaw on the human's shaggy hair. "Maybe something more, I haven't decided yet." She gave Ian a tighter squeeze. "Just tell this ol' warhorse to bug off and she will."

"No." The word left Ian's mouth with urgency, he felt more relaxed and accepted than he had since waking up in Equestria, part of him even wondered if it extended further back than that. He closed his eyes and leaned into Solid, felt her size and warmth, and just relaxed into her. He closed down, the noise of the taproom faded, with his head against Solid's barrel he heard only the heavy thudding of her heart.

"Another cider." Solid held the human, giving him the time he needed to relax. "Tell me when you want me to put you to bed, little colt." She brushed his hair a little with a big hoof.

"When." Ian breathed the word out. "Why are you doing this for me?" It was a desperate plea, one he almost feared the answer to. "I am just a freak here, and—"

"Shh. We are all freaks here." Solid slipped off her stool, hefting the human in her grip solidly, and carrying her drink with her magic. "Keep things running, Chatter."

"He is a cutie." The perfect unicorn looked the human over. "You treat him well." Chatter used her magic to heft a glass up, a cloth floating to join it.

Ian's eyes were closed, his world narrowed down. Until he was set down on a bed, he didn't even realize they had moved anywhere. "Huh?" He started to add more, but a gentle hoof touched his lips. His eyes followed the limb all the way up to Solid's rounded features.

"You lay still, sweetie." Solid ran her hoof down to the human's chest. With her magic she set her mug down and started to undress the man. Starting with his footwear, she was just getting his socks off when she made a tutting sound. "Why do you wear so much? Is it too cold here for you?"

Staring up at the mare who was carefully disrobing him, Ian felt a little like a child, like her foal. "It's a… a human thing. Our skin is soft and squishy…" He blushed when she unfastened his pants, pulling them down his long legs.

"I have heard of creatures without fur, but look, you seem to have a reasonable coating." Solid ran a hoof down Ian's legs, one at a time, feeling the curly hairs that he seemed to have in spades. "I might have to get some cuter things for you to wear." She smirked at his surprised gasp. "Relax, unless you want a contract, things are simply mutual."

"Contract?" Ian felt a little wary again, his experiences with ponies wanting a relationship contract had not been good so far. "That would make me—"

"The stallion of a herd." Solid left his underwear intact for the moment, peeling back his shirt. "Some mares out there got the strange notion that I would be a good First Mare, that I would find them a big and handsome stallion." Solid leaned down and blew against Ian's fuzzy chest.

Unable to keep back a groan, Ian squirmed on the bed in just his underwear. He knew he was hard, but he didn't take his eyes off Solid's face, which made the touch of her magic around his shaft quite a surprise.

"There you are, is my little colt going to play?" Solid leaned down and ran her snout along the curly fur of Ian's lower belly, nuzzling where the fabric of his underwear ended. She felt him grow into her magical grip. He was a stallion, he was a well-sized stallion at that. She crouched low over the bed—over Ian—and looked up the line of his body to his eyes. "Tell me now, my colt, or I am not going to slow down."

Desire and propriety warred in Ian's head. She was a pony, not a human, on some level it felt wrong. But she was in charge, she was… she was warm, and cuddly, and firm where he needed her to be. He closed his eyes, imagined Solid as anything but the big mare. It wasn't right, her image kept twisting back, the broken horn, the hollow eye-socket. She was a freak like him. She was beautiful. He tilted his head back when she squeezed at his balls, gently. He groaned and squirmed more under her touch.

"That isn't a 'no,' Ian." Solid used her hooves to pull his last vestige of clothing down, she climbed up the bed and over "him." Looking down, the human seemed small, weak. She smiled and kissed his forehead. "Hold still now, I promise this won't hurt."

Ian's mouth opened as she lowered herself over him. His shaft was captured in the grip of her silken passage. He started to cry out, until her mouth pressed over his. Her body came down further and further, trapping him and soon pressing her thighs to each side of his hips. The feel of her tail laid on his leg. The soft brown fur on his belly. The thick tongue exploring his mouth. It was all too much for Ian, he tried to push up, push further against the big mare, but she was far too much for him to lift.

Solid lifted her plot up and dropped it back, she gripped and held him inside her, then repeated the motion. Only able to look into one of his eyes, she stared with great focus, and more than a little love. Pulling back from his lips, tasting the inside of his mouth still, she licked at his nose. "How is my colt liking this? He likes to cuddle?" She held off grinding against him, wanting to hear a legible answer.

Ian's eyes took in everything he could see. The mare atop him looked amazing and he raised a hand to brush along the side of her half-ruined face. Little crisscrossed scars were hidden by her fur, his fingers touched them, traced them up to her missing eye. The eyelids were sewn together, leaving no gaping hole. He hesitated a moment before touching it, but Solid didn't flinch back.

Looking down at the human as he explored her face, Solid was struck by the curiosity in Ian's eyes as he explored her ruined features. "It doesn't hurt, you can keep touching it, if you like." He nodded mutely up to her, so she started to move again. This time, there was no pause—Solid started to buck the human in earnest.

One hand gripped the mare's shoulder, the other was spread and left him transfixed in the strangeness of her scars. She was working him properly now, squeezing and milking at his length with each movement, Ian wasn't sure what was better, the sex, having her be so very in control, or how amazing it was to just connect with someone who wasn't perfect in this "perfect world."

Solid ground down one last time over her lover, and felt a hot rush inside. The grips on her shoulder and face both tightened, bringing only a memory of the pain the crystals caused her. The pain was easily shed, lost in the perfection of what she was sharing with the strange male. Her own body clenched and tightened, squeezing at him, milking him. "All of it, give me all of it."

Ian's eyes widened at the demand, he tried to buck into her, tried to do anything but simply be milked by her body, drained by her clutching depths. He did everything she wanted of him, he gave her all he could, even as lethargy and tiredness swelled through him. But she didn't climb off and walk away, she didn't give him a chance to make the sex awkward. She pulled Ian to her belly and rolled to the side. "Come here my colt, relax, you are home."

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