Ian looked around at the mares around him. The old fear that the other shoe would drop, and they would turn on him and use him as a slave was faint, but still there. What he got instead was a bat wing curling around him, quickly followed by forelegs of the mares he was now bonded to.

"Thank you, Ian." The words were repeated, and in one case even growled, all around Ian, until he had heard each of the mares say it. The warmth and love from them shattered the fear into meaninglessness.

"What now?" Wishing for more arms for hugging, Ian had to content himself with swapping targets, making sure to squeeze everypony tightly.

"Now I buck you until you can't move!" Chatter gave her hips a thrusting motion. "And then I will cast a spell that will get you going again, and we can buck some more!" Everypony stared at her, even Ian. "What? It would be great fun!"

Ian slipped to the edge of the group while they berated Chatter. Snaps stared at him; her eyes glowing green. Words wouldn't work with her, he knew, so he leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against hers. The touch of her wood was oddly soft, and Ian could feel warmth from Snaps' body through the touch. Heat stirred within, and without realizing it he was nuzzling her cheek again and again.

With a wuff of breath against Ian's neck, Snaps lapped at her new mate's throat. He smelled good, he felt good, and for a non-wolf he knew how to act around her. And any slight mistakes could be trained out of him.

Rake's voice was the first to filter through to Ian and Snaps. "Okay, so we get him the fertility talisman, and then he gets to pick?" The mare's attention turned to Ian and Snaps, and her heart melted a little at seeing the pair in such a cozy little snuggle.

"Hey, Ian!" Chatter's voice rose over the others'. "Who are you going to get pregnant first?" The talking stopped, as all eyes focused on Ian.

"Well, I think—" Ian was cut off by another lick, this one along the side of his face. He didn't berate Snaps, just nuzzled her cheek a little more. "Solid. She took me in, she brought me here…"

Solid Built beamed at Ian. "Best day of my life so far. Come on, my colt, we have to get you a new shiny thing, and some supplies." She lifted up a huge hoof, and gentle as can be, booped Ian on the nose.

The big mare was too adorable to shy away from, and when her hoof—gentle as can be—touched his nose, Ian felt a warm excitement spread through him. "Well, let's get these things put away, and go!"

With a flurry of activity, Ian and the mares cleaned the plates and contracts off the table, and with companionable chatter got things put away. Ian blushed at each casual touch, but only because he knew most were from Chatter, and most were far from casual.

"Ooops!" Chatter's thin and soft wing brushed past Ian's groin for nearly the fifth time, and she was more than happy to see her efforts being rewarded. With her changeling senses, she reached out and gently sipped at the bounty of arousal and love within Ian. "Sorry again. I am just so clumsy today!"

The constant groping and rubbing was driving Ian the good kind of crazy, and before Chatter could get away again, he pressed his mouth against hers in a tight kiss. An odd sensation of her sucking at him flowed over him for a moment, and then her tongue pushed into his mouth, countering the strong advance with her own claim. Ian found his hand reaching down to her shoulder, stroking where her missing leg was, even as her tongue incited his gag reflex.

When Ian pulled back from her, coughing, Chatter giggled. "Got a strong gag reflex, huh? We will work on that." She was full as a changeling could get, and could still taste love from Ian despite her pushing a little too far.

"Are you two done making out?" Solid's voice held no accusation, merely the question. "If you are, send my colt out so we can go and get things moving." She walked out of the kitchen.

"I better go…" Ian's coughing had gone down while Solid spoke, and he risked kissing Chatter on the cheek again. "Hold those thoughts for when I get back." The chirp his words, and kiss, coaxed from Chatter fixed a big smile on Ian's mouth.

As Ian stumbled into the taproom, he saw Screech working the bar, keeping the few early patrons well watered, and by the front door Solid was waiting. "Come on, my colt." She shook her big head and used what magic she had to open the door and head out.

Feeling like the foal she named him, Ian gave a laugh and followed. "So where do we get this talisman, or potion, or whatever it is?" He walked beside Solid, feeling dwarfed by her size even though they were the same height—Solid just had a lot more mass.

"It is both. A potion that binds the talisman to you, then the talisman can be activated to make you fertile for a period of time." Solid used her magic to straighten up Ian's clothes. "Of course, there are a few side effects when it is activated."

"Let me guess, increased sex drive?" Ian rolled his eyes, it was so cliché, but in this world he had stumbled into it was completely believable.

"Yes. The talisman takes a small bit of magic to activate and deactivate, Click would be the best to keep hold of it. Her systems run on magic, she could integrate the control into herself and adjust your fertility as needed." Solid Built's path didn't take them towards the normal market, but to a specialty shop.

Unmarked, the shop had nothing in the windows, and looked for all the world like it was closed. When Solid used her magic to push at the door, it opened to reveal a brightly lit interior. "Hi there and welcome to Major Magic. Is there something I can help you with today?" A pony with a huge cloak on was behind the counter, her cowl pulled far enough forward that not a single piece of fur was visible.

"Terry, this is Ian." Solid gestured to Ian. "He is the 'stallion' I was telling you about. Do you still have that talisman and the binding potion for it?" She turned and gave Ian a wide, welcoming smile. "This is Terry. She specializes in magic that… that isn't native to Equestria."

Ian focused on the strange pony, but try as he might he couldn't see hide nor hair of her. "It's nice to meet you, Terry." The name was obviously either fake, or a nickname. "Can you explain exactly what this talisman will do?"

"Smart. Not something that is overly evident in ponies these days." Terry's voice had an odd sucking note to it at the end of each word, like her mouth was malformed. "The talisman will be bound to you with a typical potion of binding. Once linked, it will be linked forever and a day, if you catch my meaning." Ian nodded dutifully. "The possessor of the talisman can use magic to activate and deactivate it, causing you to become fertile, or not. When you are fertile, you will lose… a little control. If you just relax, you could find yourself having sex with anything…" Her tone was meaningful, and from the bottom of the cloak a single tentacle slipped free, then pulled back.

"Do you understand that, Ian?" Solid looked into Ian's eyes, searching for the truth in his next words.

"I… I do. How do we do it?" Ian looked up from where he had spotted a tentacle at the base of Terry's cloak, and focused on the cowl.

"You hold that," Terry nodded her head towards a small golden square, "and then drink the potion beside it." Sure enough, on the same shelf as the gold square was a thin vial. "And give that talisman only to one you trust."

Solid pulled out a single note of paper, and slid it across the counter. "As agreed, Terry." She gave a sigh at the large sum of bits listed on the promissory note. She watched as Ian picked up the square of gold, and the potion. Her heart beat faster, and she thanked her lucky stars again that he stumbled into her life.

The metal was marked with odd runes, odder even than pony writing. Ian examined both sides, and found more runes on the rear. He turned his attention to the vial next, and uncorked the top. The most horrible smell he had ever experienced hit his nose, and his gag reflex triggered for a completely different reason. "This is horrible! What died to make this?"

"A fish." Terry answered the joke, rhetorical question plainly. "It needed to fester a while before it could be used. I am told that a strong spirit will wash the taste away quite quickly. I have some if you wish?"

"Yeah…" While Ian watched Terry gesture to a bottle behind the counter, he tipped the potion up and drank it down. It tasted worse than it smelled, and he screwed his eyes shut and coughed violently. Something hard was pressed to his lips, and a vaguely salty, alcohol-hot liquid rushed over his palate.

"If this is a bad joke, Terry, it just became unfunny." Solid held Ian in her magic, tipping the seaweed wine away from his lips. "Well?"

"Give it a moment. I am doing this at cost price, remember." Terry's voice sounded a little clipped, almost annoyed. "My talismans and potions work, and it wasn't a whole fish I used, anyway." The slightest hint of a smile from under the cowl was evident. Too many pointy teeth made a line of white from one side of the cowl to the other. "Only the guts, brain, and eyes."

A sharp jolt of magic arced through Ian, and in that moment he felt something very strange indeed. Horny. Really, really horny. It wasn't that he was aroused, it was that it was happening without any rhyme or reason. He looked up and regretted it; Terry was still smiling down at him, where he had crumpled onto the floor and then been cradled in Solid's magic. He turned away from her, and spotted Solid. The ache of need amplified, and he studied her face anew. Big eye that was like a pool he could drown in. He reached up to her face, the ruined side, and gently stroked his fingers over her scars.

"You have a day to verify results. If it doesn't work, bring him and the talisman back, and I will fix it." Terry's grin faded at mention of fixing. "Go now, I need to move again…"

Ian had no choice, Solid was carrying him, and she hefted him out of the shop and started walking back to the bar. "I need you, Solid…" Even to his own ears, his voice was a little pitiful. Just thinking about Solid, Chatter, Rake, Snaps, Screech, or even Click Clack had him growing more needy.

"There, there. The nasty old sea witch might not know how to season her potions, but she does good work. If it weren't for her, I would not have any magic at all." Solid clomped along, carrying Ian like a foal that had gotten too tired on a walk.

Pressed to Solid's side, Ian tried to ignore the feeling of need, tried to focus on anything else, but under his pants he was rock hard, aching, needing the relief only one of his mares could give him. He kept quiet, only making soft whimpers when Solid couldn't help but jostle him. Before long, she carried him into the bar.

"Clicks!" Solid's voice thundered through the bar, and everypony's head jerked up. She waited for the bot pony to rush out. "Ian, give her the talisman. While it is active, we are going to go and take care of a few things."

The prospect of being in Solid's care would have had Ian do nearly anything, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the square of metal, and passed it to Click Clack. A moment later, a rush of cool air seemed to spread through him, and he felt quenched like a hot sword in oil.

"Oh, it was already on?" Click looked at the talisman, and her hoof arced another little jolt of magic into it. "Sorry!"

Solid watched Ian's face go from relaxed to needy again, and she chortled. "I think my foal needs to get used to this new side of him." She hefted Ian up, and sat him on her back. "Come on, my colt, time to get you just what you want."

Ian couldn't help humping at Solid's back, wrapping his arms and legs around her barrel and gripping tight. He couldn't think straight, and felt movement carrying him somewhere. He trusted Solid so much, he really didn't care on the destination, but when it was her bedroom he was not about to complain.

"Not up to talking? That's fine. Come up on the bed." Solid didn't wait for Ian to follow her request, she plucked him off her back, curling him up a little, and climbed onto her bed. Settling down, she floated Ian closer.

When Solid's warm nose pressed to his belly, Ian couldn't stop from giggling and squirming. She repeated the process a few more times, and each had him giggle more, and grow more excited. Settling back on the bed, Solid pulled Ian up and against her body. He nestled against her torso, and felt safe, warm, and more horny than he had in his whole life.

Ian squirmed a little, wriggling against the big mare's side. "Are you getting fussy?" Solid didn't sound surprised. She poked at his belly with a hoof. "Does my little colt want something from his mommy?" When Ian only gave a little grunt, she poked her hoof a little lower, and stroked her frog along his rock-hard shaft. "Oh, or does my colt want to give his mommy something special?"

The touch to Ian's shaft was like an electric jolt. He couldn't hold still anymore, and squirmed, wriggled, and desperately tried to get Solid to touch his shaft again. She adjusted how he was laying, and something touched the tip of his length, causing him to buck his hips. Need quenched into lust, when Ian's shaft sank into Solid. He gave a low grunt and humped his hips forward again.

Solid looked down at her colt, and watched as he started to work himself into a frenzy. "You aren't going to last long, are you?" He seemed unable to focus on her question. "Has the talisman really stolen that much of your control?" She squeezed down on him, gripping his shaft in her soft depths. "Touch me, my colt. Touch your mommy…"

Ian complied with Solid's needs. He reached one hand down to rub her flat udder, his mind telling him that he would make that swell, as her belly swelled. His other hand reached up to stroke her cheek. Tracing the scars, he looked up her big body towards her face, and saw perfection.

"My colt!" Solid exclaimed loudly, and couldn't stop herself from bucking her hips as Ian exploded inside her. Her own climax didn't come, but she didn't care in the slightest. If sex had only been about racing to orgasm, she wouldn't enjoy it so much. "Come up here my foal, snuggle against your mommy." She pulled at Ian, dragging his still-hard shaft free of her vagina, and curled him up at her side. "Good colt… good boy…"

Completely spent, his body forcibly drained by the lust the talisman imposed on him, Ian just wanted to snuggle, and Solid was literally the best mare for doing just that. Big as he was physically, she was bigger, and softer.

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